...

this wasn't supposed to happen.

now, they were alone. not to be watched, heard, or anything. alone. in the cold dangerous winds. the ripper growls from arousal, feeling cold metal ram inside of him. his red aura made the place look atleast a bit lighted, because it was really dark inside. really dark. so they were doing this, and raiden couldn't really handle himself with jack the ripper at the moment.

his blood red eyes shined, as he turns his head against the wall. being pushed on it more he feels the fingers go farther in his ass. he gasps, it then turning into a groan.

" nngh, sa— sam— ha—harder ... more, "

the rasp in raidens voice had been mixed with arousal. this wasn't enough. the cyborgs voice had made sam shudder, but he continues to ram his fingers farther. he mutters harder, the sound of metal hitting metal. the metal sliding in screeches sometimes, but not a lot. the red glows bright. who would have thought? jack the ripper, desperate for sex from the man he hates. to be honest, sam didn't mind that. he loves him anyways, even though the cyborg hates him. the ripper growls, pushing his fingers farther, caressing the fake bundle of nerves. but he liked that. loved it, even.

he groans louder as the cold metal rams into him, brushing past the nerves.

he mutters please. reminder that raiden wasn't exactly used to sex. he's not gay. but now he's having a eternal crisis literally TRYING to not question himself because of sam. he has a wife. but, doing this once can't be that bad, right..?

but it is that bad.

the amount of dizziness he now had from just that. the ripper stumbled a bit, his reflection in the water. the both of them had been soaked in water because of the rain. thank god they were waterproof. the loss of contact made him feel colder.

" raiden ... are you ok? "

" I'm ... fine. just a bit ... messed up. "

he tried to calm himself, his red aura staying. his gaze moves up to the other cyborg, his expression going into a exhausted look. sam smiles at him, and ... raiden. a small breathless laugh escapes the cyborgs mouth, smiling a slight bit, and then it fades. he was just tired, and he needed rest.

but he still wanted more. this wasn't enough.

" more ... p—please ...? "

the ripper pushed himself farther, cursing out loud once he rammed his fingers back up inside. this felt too good— he could almost pass out, from the overstimulation. he started whine when he lost the contact from sam.

continuing to whine, he started to stroke himself— but he was stopped. he was turned around, a confused noise coming from raiden. and then suddenly a choked gasp escaped his lips. his dick throbbed, as it was now being stroked by sam. his teeth gritted, letting out any noise that he felt that was coming. please, just fuck me ... but he can't. he can't do that yet. he wants to, though. and then the hot oil shot out quick, leaving the cyborg breathless.

" fuuck ... how will I clean this up ... "

( attempts to make it longer, and then fails )