Chapter 24- Officer Rodriguez Gig Prep

Alright… alright. Let's do this.

And with an exhalation of breath… he began to strum at the guitar, his fingers slowly losing their stiffness as he fell into the music.

"I heard there was a secret chord… that David played and it pleased the Lord.

But you don't… really care for music, Do You?"

The strings stopped feeling like outside stimuli and began to feel like… like an extension of his being. His voice was soft and mournful, but growing stronger as he continued his serenade.

"It goes like this, the fourth,the fifth.

The minor fall, the major Lift!

The baffled king composing Hallelujah…"

He sang the chorus, that single word. Again and again. Pouring every bit of soul he had into it, though still holding back. Just… just a little.

"Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof…

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you…"

A small smile crossed his face as the Moon and beauty reminded him of Lucy and Rebecca, his throat feeling tight as his fingers continued to move across the strings at a steady pace. It felt almost automatic. Like he didn't even need to think about it. That his body knew what he needed.

"She tied you to a kitchen chair! She broooke your throne, she cut your hair.

And from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah…"

Once more he lingered and repeated the chorus, the word again and again. Each utterance a strong but desperate caress.

"Baby I've been here before. I know this room, I've walked this floor.

I used to live alone before I knew you…"

His voice became stronger, and yet more fraught with emotion. Pain and sorrow infusing his voice as he sang, pouring his heart and soul into this part. Feeling less human and more an avatar of music and emotion.

"I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch!

Love is...not a victory march. It's a cold and it's a BROKEN Hallelujah!"

Tears slipped from his eyes as he continued his repetition of the chorus, his voice growing softer, but still very clear.

"There was a time you let me know… what's really going on below.

But now you never show it to me, do you?

I remember when I moved in you, and the holy dove was moving too!

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah!"

He couldn't help but grin a little bit even as heat graced his cheeks at the suggestive lyrics. It was… an intimate thing to be singing out loud, but it felt… appropriate. The chorus resonated in the small apartment once more, as he sang the closing verses.

"Maybe there's a God above, all I ever learned from love…

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you….

And it's not a cry you can hear at night!

It's not somebody who's seen the light.

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah!"

He sang the chorus one last time. Letting every bit of him resonate with this single word, gently fading away into nothing as his fingers slowly came to a halt.

The silence was deafening as he looked up at Becca and Lucy who had been seated on her couch, captivated by his performance. Lucy's eyes were shiny, and one of her hands covered her mouth, while Rebecca's eyes were dark and gleaming. Like jet, or onyx stones.

"Heh… um… so...what did you think?"

He asked a bit sheepishly.

(Messed up fingering in 3rd verse. Negligible mistake. Becoming very talented.)

Thanks Sandy.

"That was beautiful David." Lucy said, a soft smile and true honest delight obvious on her face. "How long have you been practicing?"

"Just about 2 weeks really. I usually play late at night. A couple hours before I go to bed."

It was probably more than that really. He likely had played 2-3 hours every day, almost religiously. His fingers had felt fat and uncoordinated at first. But within a day, it felt a bit more… natural. Like he'd been working on it for weeks somehow. And then day after day of practice he just started hearing and understanding every mistake he made. Learning from it, he got better through leaps and bounds.

Rebecca grinned and pulled him by the guitar strap, onto Lucy's couch where they both latched onto him, nuzzling into his now muscular torso.

"Goddamn David… you're really just the most awesome input ain't ya? Smart, sweet, artistic, muscular…goddamn ya gonk. Can't ya have a flaw or two?"

Rebecca pouted playfully, before dropping a smacker of a kiss on his cheek and going to get his gig bag so that he could put the instrument away. Afterall, he'd promised them both a performance as well as cuddles. He snorted as he felt his body lose all trace of tension as their softness and heat soaked into his own body.

"Come on Becca… you know I'm not perfect. I've got plenty of flaws."

Lucy hummed softly as she let one of her gentle hands trace the lines cut into his hair luxuriously.

"I'd like to hear about these so-called flaws. I highly doubt they're anything special."

Becca nodded approvingly as she returned to the couch, sneaking her hand around David's face to slowly tangle her fingers into Lucy's, said Netrunners face going red but not pulling away.

"See? Flawless."

He rolled his eyes before burying his face into Rebecca's neck, kissing and gently nibbling at her chipped in flesh.

"Mmm… staahhppp…"

She moaned, pouting as she pressed his face in tighter to her neck, contradicting what she was demanding.

"It's not fair you can distract me so.. ah!~~ easy…."

She murmured, catching Lucy's eyes, getting off even more from the slightly older Netrunner watching her with such steady and intense eyes. Especially when Lucy's eyes began to sparkle with amusement and just a hint of lust.

"You can distract him too, you know… you're just not using your biggest asset."

David had a feeling he knew what his girlfriend was going to do as soon as she finished her sentence, but it was still gratifying to be proven correct when there was a sudden meaty smack! That caused Rebecca to press in tighter and almost growl in her throat with how much that was getting her going.

A bolt of arousal flashed through his spine straight down to his cock as he could see the massive globes of smooth flesh that made up the entirety of Rebecca's massive ass ripple for a few seconds after Lucy smacked it.

"Fuck.."

He cursed as his shaft began to pulse in his pants, and Lucy began to kiss and suck on his neck as he offered Rebecca's no mercy whatsoever.

The mood was charged to hell and back. After finally being able to take a break from the constant jobs, the stress the three of them had been under was gone. And now? Now they were looking to indulge. To enjoy themselves.

"Take off your fucking pants."

Lucy growled in his ear as their motions, their kisses and sucks of each other's flesh became ever more feverish.

And then her eyes lit up. Literally.

"Oh for fucks sake. " She cursed as she separated from the both of them and stood against a wall, reluctantly answering the Holo.

"What is it?" She asked with annoyance, as David and Rebecca reluctantly stopped grinding and groping. Wouldn't be fair to keep enjoying themselves while Lucy was distracted, though Rebecca certainly seemed incredibly eager.

"... Seriously?" Lucy said with a sigh of frustration, the aroused flush slowly dissipating from her cheeks and a twitch of her fingers suggesting she was fairly annoyed.

"... Fine. But you owe me one Dorio. I'll be there shortly."

Turning to face them, Lucy gave them both an apologetic look.

"Hey… I'm sorry but Dorio asked me to back her up on a project she was working on. You two should keep going though." She grinned ruefully after a moment as she looked between Rebecca and David.

"Besides…you should have your first time alone. I was just being greedy."

Rebecca pouted but the other two could tell… she was appreciative of Lucy's consideration.

"Well thanks Lucy. But hurry back! After I ride David into the ground I'm gonna wanna take a bite out of that ass."

She said with a cheeky gremlin-esque grin.

Lucy meanwhile just rolled her eyes, moving close to Rebecca and pressing a kiss to her cheek causing Rebecca to blush, before moving to Davidand giving him a long loving kiss.

"I'll see you both when I get home. Oh… and since you're going to be using my home for your first time… mind if you two record it? I want to see what I missed…"

David blushed at the idea, but Rebecca just laughed.

"Sure! Why not? It's been a long while since I starred in a porno, so why not get back into it at least for some fun."

Lucy giggled softly and gave them one last wave before leaving the apartment, the door closing leaving the room filled with a… pent up energy.

The both of them had suddenly come down with a case of shyness as they didn't dare to look at each other even as she lightly rocked back and forth in his lap.

The silence grew before Becca growled and looked up at the ceiling in frustration..

"Ugh!!! This is so dumb! I've had sex so many fucking times before and now I feel all fucking shy! Fuck this."

And before he could respond, David found his lips pressed against Becca's own, even as she pressed her small chest against his muscular one, her hands moving to his mom's jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. As they both began feeling the need to breathe, she pulled back, her chest heaving as her eyes were dark with lust.

"Fuck me David. Fuck me hard . Don't you dare be gentl-"

He had cut her off by letting his right hand move up to grip her by the neck, her eyes going wide as she gripped his wrist gently. He held her there for a moment, his eyes searching her gently to make sure that she was sure about all of this. He didn't want to hurt her if that wasn't what she wanted.

He needn't have worried however, as her eyes shined with lust even as a smile grew upon her face.

"Fuck… yes…. Daddy~~~"

His blood boiled in hunger at those words and he flipped their positions, so that she was seated upon the couch, his cock hard as a rock as he pulled off his shirt and began unbuttoning his pants. Rebecca of course wasn't just sitting there. She'd long since tossed away her jacket and was undoing her bra which revealed her cute and perky little tits, and began removing her thong. And oh boy, that was a feast for the eyes. Cuz it turned out it wasn't even a thong, it was a pair of normal sized panties that had ended up playing the role of a thong due to how large her ass was.

"Fuck…." David growled in pure lustful hunger as his cock sprang from the confines of his underwear now that he'd removed everything from his body.

"Jesus fucking Christ, that things as thick and long as my goddamn arm."

Becca grinned with anticipation, sitting back up, only barely shifting his attention from her massive ass to her lips as she moved her head and hands to his shaft, licking along the underside with extreme relish.

"Oh you're gonna stretch me out every which way aren't you Daddy…~" Her words were chosen carefully and eagerly, knowing that every time she spoke it was the chance to work him into a fervor.

"Mmm.. just let me lick you up… let me get this fucking pole of meat all nice and slick, and you can fuck me like a toy. Fucking use my tight cunt, and make me forget my name." She growled before drooling all along the length of his cock, his head being slowly taken into her mouth, as he groaned, his hands instinctively going to her head. She stopped for a moment, before putting her hands atop his own, and applying pressure.

Getting the gist of what she was trying to say, he pulled her down, farther and farther. That slick, hot, and wet tube that was her throat gripping him with every aborted swallow that she tried to have.

And with love and not a little bit of lust in her eyes, Becca just kept looking at him as he stuffed his cock down her tiny throat, her jaw creaking and aching with the effort it took to make sure she didn't end up biting him.

He groaned as his balls pulsed and ached, the long amount of time it having been since he had received some form of release driving him crazy. Now that he was so close, every single aspect of him wanted to fuck Becca's throat until he could pour his thick seed down her throat until her belly began to swell. But no… not yet.

His lusts were better quenched on a different hole. One that would better pleasure the both of them. Gripping her by her hair, he pulled her back, leaving her gasping for air lightly, her eyes still wild. This time however they had begun to water a little with the lack of air she had suffered from.

"Fuck yes… god I'm gonna be so sore tomorrow. How are we go- whoa!"

Becca's sentence was cut off by David picking her up by her hips, and holding her aloft like she didn't weigh a single thing, his cock throbbing against her pussy and her belly. Her hands wrapped around his neck to steady herself a little bit, and for the first time a little bit of nervousness crossed her face, along with excitement.

"I can go slow." He said gently, even though everything in him demanded that he impale her right this very instant.

"Don't you fucking dare!" She snarled and ground her slick hairless cunt up against his rod, giving him a gleeful smile.

"Come on David… haven't you ever wanted your very own pocket pussy?"

"Oh is that what you are?" He teased her, his mouth moving to capture her own briefly before lowering her so that his fat cockhead could press against her tight slick entrance. Slowly and almost agonizingly, her cunt spread open to welcome him inside, her voice going from a squeal to a low hungry moan as her inner walls gripped him like a vice.

"Nnngg… fuck… yeah Davey, I'm your pocket pussy… fucking pick me up and just…oh fuck ~. Please… please push me down. All the fucking way. I want it in me, I want it all the way in. Balls fucking deep." She growled in between whimpers.

Well… what the lady asks…

"The lady gets." He said with a grin, his hands on her wide hips grip tighter as he pulls down roughly, and thrusts upward with his hips, ramming down the impossibly tight ring of muscle that kept him from intruding into her deepest of places. Her screams of pleasurable pain were drowned out as David moved to capture her mouth and kiss her, which she did feverishly, her fingernails digging into his shoulder. Her body trembled with pure and unadulterated hunger for the pleasure he could provide.

"Ah…. nnngh … oh fuck… it's so fucking deep….you gonna fill me up Daddy? Fill your baby girl up?"

She whimpered in pain and pleasure, her own orgasm mere millimeters away from making her crest the wave of pleasure that was approaching.

"Mmm… fuck.. you want that Becca? You want filled up? You wanna be Daddy's cum bucket?"

He whispered in her ear as he began to pump in and out of her tight slit, the pleasure being almost mind blowing.

"Please!!!"

She gasped as her orgasm was almost there, his own following soon behind. And to really really give her the best orgasm of her life, he used Sandy to drop down to about 90% normal speed. Not enough that he could end up hurting her… but more than enough to leave her fucked stupid as he moved his hand to also assault her clit.

The sound she made was barely human, especially with sounds slowed down just a touch. That didn't mean it wasn't beautiful though. It was like every possibly bestial and primal expression of pleasure was packed into one long lasting scream of pleasure as he buried himself to the hilt inside her, and began pumping jet after rope, after thick sticky river of sperm inside her, feeling like it was almost never ending, his orgasm lasting for almost a minute it felt like as he filled her to the brim… and probably a bit more than that, as her belly was swollen with his cum.

"Oh… ohhhhhh~~~"

She groaned in the post orgasm tremors, even as David had some issues himself, his whole body feeling like someone had run a livewire down his spine. And while post-nut clarity had definitely begun to sink in… oh he wasn't done yet. Not even a little.

"Mmm…you ready for the trifecta?"

He said with a little rumble in his chest as Rebecca looked up at him with half-lidded eyes.

"Hmm? What…. Oh. Oh…~~ . Do you want my ass Davey? My big… fat…fucking… ass? It'd be all yours you know…first time I ever fucked anyone and willingly offered it up…"

"Oh yeah?" He asked, his eyes drinking her in again as he slowly pulled her off of his cock, letting her moan and squeeze even tighter to make sure that she kept all that thick hot sperm inside her.

"Why don't you show me then?"

He said, setting her down on her feet. Her feet were unsteady, making her stumble slightly as she turned around, and got on the couch on her hands and knees. Leaning forward so that her face was against the couch, she reached behind herself and gripped her massive cheeks as best she could, and pulled them apart, revealing her tiny twitching hole.

"Please Daddy… Please, I want you to wreck me. I want that big thick cock shoved so deep in me I can feel it in my guts! Fucking stuff me to the brim. My ass is yours…"

She moaned in pleasure, her pussy sopping wet with their combined fluids, and her asshole twitching in anticipation.

"Oh fuck… god I love your fucking ass Becca… " He hadn't even pressed himself against her tight backdoor yet, and he could already feel his heavy balls clenching in desire. So when he let his hands tightly grasp the massive globes of his girlfriend's ass, he slowly pressed his cock against the little pucker and began the long and pleasurably agonizing process of fucking her ass. It was a completely different sensation and texture than her pussy or her throat. Somehow both hotter and tighter, it was equal parts welcoming him inside and trying to push him back out as well.

"Oh fuck …~~" Rebecca groaned, her eyes being shut as she moved her hands from where they'd been pulling her cheeks apart, and gripped the couch tightly, the fabric creaking slightly from the grip.

"Oh fuck it's so goddamn deep. You still got more though don't you. Fuck…fucking horse cocked son of a bitch… I fucking love you!!! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

She growled, throwing her ass back, causing her to gasp as she took in more of his cock. She wasn't given much more opportunity to catch her breath either, as David gripped her by her hair, his fingernails scraping her scalp deliciously as he cranked her neck back, forcing her to look up at the ceiling as well as him.

"You like that Becca? You like me fucking you rough like this?"

She wasn't even able to formulate words, her eyes beginning to roll a little more from the pleasure, until he smacked her ass roughly with his unoccupied hand. She jolted, squeezing tight around him as she screamed in pleasure once more.

"I asked you a question Becca~."

He crooned to her as his hips began to hammer away again and again, making liberal use of Sandy to once more fuck the hell out of her, just this time her ass was being pounded and hammered like metal on an anvil.

"I love it! Oh! God! You're going to fucking…. Nnng!!! That's it! Oh fuck… don't stop. Don't fucking stop. Fill me up!!!!"

She screamed as she moved one of her hands down to her pussy, and began to feverishly rub at her clit, sending her over the waves of pleasure once more into orgasm, clenching down almost painfully around his cock.

In return, David also came with the force of a gunshot, his cum rocketing out of his shaft and being produced in excess by his balls as he continued to spank her ass again and again. His cock throbbed as jet after jet shot deep into her, his cum scorching her insides. His arm clenched just a little bit more as he dropped the time dilation back to 100%. Her neck was cranked just that little bit more as she groaned, feeling her belly swell up more and more.

"Oh fuck… fuck…" she moaned softly as he slowly eased up on his grip on her hair, letting her head fall forward limply as she tried to regain her sense of equilibrium. Meanwhile, David positioned them both so that he could wrap his arm around her midsection, and have them both lie on their sides.

Groaning in pleasure, a bit of pain, and a fair amount of exhaustion, Rebecca snuggled up against his chest and giggled softly.

"Goddamn Davey… you really know how to wreck a girl. And fuck that's a lot of cum… fucking belly is all swollen…. Mmm."

David laughed, and kissed her temple and shoulder, before his hips began. To thrust slowly in and out.

"Oh… you didn't think we were done did you…?"

He said with a smirk, before his eyes softened.

"Oh… and I love you too Becca."

He whispered in her ear gently as her eyes widened in alarm.

"I… um… oh shit I'm sorry! I didn'- I mean… nnngh~ fuck….god do you just not have an off button? I… "

David laughed softly as he stroked her swollen belly gently.

"It's ok Becca… I really do love you. I'm… really really happy that you decided to talk to Lucy. That we're all making this work."

It wasn't easy to talk face to face when her back was against his chest, but that didn't stop her from twisting around as best she could to look at him. Her eyes were shiny, the reddish green irises looking up at him with an emotion he could only call hope… hope and disbelief.

"...if this is a fucking dream choom, don't wake me up."

She muttered softly, before looking away and pressing in closer to him, like she was trying to meld her flesh against his own, taking the opportunity to press her ass further into his groin, groaning lightly when she felt his cock reaching ever deeper inside.

"It's not a dream Bex. This is real. I'm here with you. And I love you. And you love me."

She swallowed hard as tears began to form, and her shoulders began to tremble. A moment later, she cursed and wiped her eyes of tears, laughing.

"Sorry… I … I don't know why I'm crying. I'm just so damn happy."

He just just hugged her against him softly, before playfully whispering in her ear.

"You sure that's not just because you've got my cock in your huge fat ass?"

Rebecca burst into laughter and deliberately squeezed herself around his shaft with a little grin.

"Mmm…that's definitely part of it. Now, come on big guy… make it so I can't sit down tomorrow…."

Hours later, Rebecca and David were in Lucy's shower, washing off the sweat and various other fluids that had coated them. Becca had also managed to get rid of a majority of the sperm that had flooded her insides, though her belly still had a noticeable swell in it at the moment.

Washing her hair, it felt… peaceful.

"David? Are you happy?"

She asked quietly, her eyes closed as he worked up a thick lather of shampoo into her hair, and he used the body wash Lucy had available to scrub her body down properly.

"Yeah, I am. I'm really happy. More happy than I can remember ever being to be honest."

And that was the truth. In the time before, his relationship with everybody just… didn't have the depth that it did now. Now, he knew Lucy on a more personal level, really having gotten to understand the little things. Her peeves. Her pleasures. Maine and his past. Rebecca and her thoughts and past. Pilar's guilt. Dorio and her steadfastness.

And that didn't even count Vik who had been an entirely different experience.

No… no this time around was definitely better.

"Good… I'm really glad David."

She said with a small relieved smile, her eyes closed as he rinsed her hair and body of the thick lather. She smirked and reached behind her to grip his half hard shaft, and slapped him lightly against her thick fat ass.

"Mmm… think you can give me just… one more load?"

He snorted and made sure all of the soap was off her body as he squatted lightly so that his cock would be at the perfect angle to slide into her snug and well used ass, when they were interrupted by a knock.

"Hey! Lover boy! Sis! I heard you were in here! Stop screwing each other stupid and get out here!"

The two of them blinked and looked at each other in confusion.

"PILAR?!"

She snarled as the good mood she'd been having seemed dampened by this sudden intrusion in their fun.

"In the flesh! Now stop getting all gross with your shared boytoy and see what big bro has in store for today!"

A demented cackle punctuated his statement

"ugh!!! I can't frigging stand him sometimes. Fucking always has to interrupt me when I'm busy or enjoying myself or…"

She paused a minute, before turning her head up to grin at him, full of malice.

"Davey sweetie? Do me a favor… and fuck my ass again? Make me scream."

He raised an eyebrow, unsure if she meant it…. Though to be fair she likely did.

"...you sure babe? You're already pretty sore…"

She shrugged and began shaking her ass in a well practiced motion, making the massive globes clap around his cock, quickly bringing him to an almost painful erection.

"I did say I wanted to be unable to sit down tomorrow, and to be perfectly honest? If I'm gonna have to deal with Pilar today, I want to be full of cum and still tingling with an orgasm while I do. Now pleeeaaaassse? Please fuck my tight little ass daddy?".

He growled in lust once more. Fuck how was he able to go like this so often? He had to have come over 10 times and he wasn't ignorant of the fact that he was producing way too much sperm.

( Part of bodily modifications. Hormone production has side effects of extreme libido gain, as well as semen and sperm production. Midnight Lady Will prevent accidental insemination. Anal sex of course not something to be worried of.)

Ah. You didn't tell me this because…?

(Didn't seem important? Entirely beneficial.)

That doesn't matter Sandy. You're making major changes to my body, and I need to know what those changes are.

There was a moment of pause before Sandy responded sheepishly.

(Understood David. Sandy apologizes. All other changes are as explained. Stronger bones, reinforced tendons and denser muscles. Oxygen intake is improved as well as general circulation. Refractory period almost entirely removed and semen and sperm production greatly accelerated. Do not have sex unless other party has Midnight Lady or other pregnancy preventative.)

Huh…. And all that's happening over time?

(Has to. As stated previously. Too much at one time drains the body too quickly.)

"Davey…. Do I have to beg more? Cuz you know I will." Rebecca's voice rang out, cutting through his conversation with Sandy.

He laughed and gripped her by her hips, lifting her up carefully, her hands quickly moving forward to steady herself on the wall in front of her as the water poured down upon them.

"Mmm.. gotta say, I love being casually manhandled like this baby. Now you gonna stuff me proper?"

She said, angling her head back to look at him with a smile. Smirking he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and with one powerful thrust, speared her ass full of his long thick cock with absolutely no issue whatsoever, a scream of pain and pleasure being ripped from her body.

"Hey! I said to knock off the sex shit! That's fucking gross!"

Becca snarled as her ass jiggled with every powerful thrust of David's.

"Then you shouldn't have fucking interrupted shit head! Now you can wait outside the apartment like a normal fucking gonk, or you can listen to David making my ass his personal cocksock!"

A sound of disgust came from outside the bathroom and the sound of a door closing roughly.

Becca smirked.

"Hah! First time~ oohhh…. Fuck… first time I've ever gotten him to fuck off like that. Come on baby… use your cum sock. Ya know I'll do it for you whenever you like right? You wanna just dump a load in me while we're out in the open? Just send me a message and we'll figure it out."

The sheer filth and explicit nature of her dirty talk as she continued to throw her ass back as best as she could was more than enough for his much used shaft and balls to swell as he cursed and buried himself as deep as he could go, squishing her up against the wall as his balls pulsed load after massive thick load into her guts, making her curse as she felt that deep satisfying ache from taking his cock.

"Oh fuck… Christ it's a good thing that all three of us are together, because I don't think I could handle you all by myself."

She cursed softly, reaching a hand back to grip the back of his neck and pull herself close to him, nuzzling against his neck.

David blushed.

"Well I mean.. why would I want to stop when I have a beautiful woman like you or Lucy in my arms."

Becca's cheeks flushed a dark red and she grinned before sighing.

"You're a fucking gonk… but you're our fucking gonk. Alright babe, set me down. Might as well see what my dumbass brother wants."

Doing as she said, David frowned briefly as he noticed that her belly had regained an even more noticeable swell to it, looking as if she was pregnant for a number of months.

"You uh… you sure you don't want to try and take care of that before we chat with Pilar?"

She smirked and slowly rubbed her belly as the water turned off and they dried and got their clothes on.

"Not on your life babe. I'm gonna enjoy the discomfort of Pilar having to see me with a cumgut almost as much as I'm going to enjoy knowing how full I am of your stuff. Unless it'll make you uncomfortable, baby?" She asked suddenly,seemingly realizing that she'd never asked him if this kind of stuff was ok.

David shrugged.

"It doesn't really bother me, and Pilar can be an ass so if this is the kind of shit you two would be throwing in each other's face? I'm fine with that."

He said with a little bit of a chuckle.

She smiled and pulled him down for a little kiss,sighing and feeling quite pleasantly boneless.

"Alright… I'm gonna go sit down, make sure all this stays where it's supposed to."

She said with a little grin, giving her belly a solid pat, before making her way to the couch, lounging and not bothering to try and her stomach at all.

David smiled and watched her walk away, her ass still jiggling delightfully despite the fact she wasn't putting any effort into her walk.

(Biological instincts are more powerful than expected. Strange sensation. Distracting.)

Yeah… yeah it can be. But when things need to be serious you can bet that it won't even cross my mind.

(Fascinating. Pilar waiting now?)

Probably. He might be a dirty fucker but I don't think he's got a sister kink so… he's probably drowning us out somehow.

Opening the door to the hallway and stairs leading downstairs, he saw Pilar bobbing his head to some sort of music most likely. Moving over to him, he tapped on his shoulder knocking the techie out of his reverie.

"Fucking finally. Christ Choom, that's not cool. Banging my sis is one thing, it's another thing when you do it where I can hear it." He groused with a glare that weirdly seemed less intimidating than it should be despite the fact that the visor glowed red before going to a chill blue.

Said glare didn't even really phase him, as he gestured for the long limbed Edgerunner to follow him into Lucy's apartment.

"Call it payback for all the times you wouldn't shut up about asking how Lucy was in bed. And besides, it was Becca who said we should go another round."

Pilar just grumbled wordlessly as his shoulders hunched, walking into the living room before coming to a complete standstill at the sight of Becca on the couch.

"Oh hey bro. Didn't see ya there. Wanna take a seat?"

She said with the most impish expression he had ever witnessed grace the visage of his fun sized girlfriend.

"What in the actual fuck is that?! How the fuck did you get knocked up that quick?! I know I've barely seen yo- fuck it. Not the point. Do you need something? Aw shit. Vitamins. Vitamins and a doctor. Shit! I don't know a proper fucking do-"

David and Rebecca looked at each other bewildered. He thought she was pregnant?

Rebecca was about to pipe up when Pilar turned to David suddenly, and for once there was no color in the visor of Pilar's and something about the man's expression actually made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"You…." The tech growled as his fingers began to twitch.

(Suggestion, keep distance between you. Subject Pilar threat level raised)

"Pilar, stop! I'm not fucking pregnant. Jesus. You really thought I'd have a belly like this after a week?"

Pilar stopped his glare just as David was carefully stepping back,feeling rather flustered and not really sure what he was supposed to do if his girlfriend's brother got violent.

"I don't fucking know! There's all kinds of tech out there nowadays, for all I know they got some shit to grow brats super quick. And if that's not a kid in your belly what is??"

Rebecca groaned and rolled her eyes in frustration.

"It's fucking cum Visor-head. Davey cums like a horse with no fucking end to it and I was trying to fuck with you for interrupting us. Christ, you even take the fun out of getting back at you.

She sighed and looked over at Pilar with an expression that could almost be called soft.

"... But thanks. For the offers. It means something."

Pilar's face softened slowly before he looked away, his hands in his pockets, making his elbows stock out more.

"...about time I offered to do something."

Becca sighed and with a mild struggle, got to her feet. She walked over to David and tugged him down so she could place a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. You hang out here with Pilar's for a while while I take care of this."

She said with a wry gesture to her stomach, before leaving them behind, closing the door to the bathroom.

Pilar and David stood silently before looking at one another, not really sure what to say. David finally said fuck it, and went to Lucy's fridge.

"You want a Broseph?" He offered it as a kind of peace offering. He didn't like the drink afterall, but he knew Pilar did.

"Oh god yes."

The techie said with relief, hungrily reaching for the bottle that David had tossed his way, snagging It easily, before popping the cap and taking a deep swig.

".....so… you weren't fucking with me at Lizzy's were you?"

The man asked him suddenly, but incredibly seriously. David knew what he was referencing. The discussion that they'd had after the extermination of the Maelstrom for Falkins.

"You're gonna need to be more exact. We talked about a lot of stuff that night."

Pilar downed the rest of his drink and tossed the empty bottle in the garbage. His voice was low, like he didn't want someone — anyone — else to hear what he had to say.

"You really care about her? You're not just in it for the sex?"

David's jaw muscle jumped visibly as he nodded.

Pilar exhaled slowly.

"... Alright. I'll… I'll back off. Just never seen her like this before, and while yeah I'm hoping I never have to hear or see her like this ever again… as long as you're treating her right, you're not gonna get any guff from me."

He said as he looked off towards the bathroom where Rebecca had retreated to.

David nodded, understanding where he had come from with all that.

"I love her. Her and Lucy, I love them so very much. I'd do anything for them. And I know they'd do the same for me."

Pilar snorted and shook his head in exasperation.

"Seriously choom, how the fuck did you pull two girls completely out of your league?"

David grinned. Hah! No one to stop him here.

"Guess I'm just Built Different."

He said with a little smirk.

(Built Stupid.)

Et tu, Sandy?

Pilar snorted and if he'd had normal eyeballs, David was sure that he'd be rolling them at this moment.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, you know how you and I hung out a while ago? And I show you some basics about messing with those guns you have on hand? How's that been going?"

David nodded. It had been soon after the Scav job for Wakako. They had met up near a scrap yard, and Pilar had shown him the ins and outs of modifications, the general internal makeup of guns, and how to properly maintain them and customize them to his liking.

"It's been going alright. I managed to make the trigger pull a bit lighter, and did some general tune-ups.. Other than that, I've just been disassembling some of these slabs of iron to figure out how they work and why they suck."

The techie laughed and nodded appreciatively.

"Exactly the kind of mindset you want to have messing around with shit guns. You start to identify the cut corners where they decided that this was good enough."

They discussed the details of the shitty pistol that he'd been working with for a while now before Becca finally returned, her stomach much reduced, only the barest hint of a swell was left in her belly, hopping into David's lap casually and leaning back against him, her head under his chin.

"Alright Pilar, what brings you by?"

She asked curiously, and David had to admit he was curious too.

"I'm here to pick up your boy toy as we finally got word as to what exactly that job Wakako is wanting from us."

The two lovers gave him an expectant gaze and he smirked.

"Wakako wants us to retrieve some kind of data file from the NCPD, but the only way we're gonna be able to do that is if we send someone inside to initiate a handshake between the systems and our lovely runners."

Becca raised an eyebrow.

"That's… a pretty hefty ask. Who are they gonna… oh."

Pilar nodded in agreement.

"Yep."

David looked at the both of them, his hands on Becca's hips, stroking them with his thumbs.

"Somebody want to explain to the clueless gonk?"

"What I'm saying is that you're going to be going into the police station undercover to get the files." Pilar said with a little hint of a grin as he stretched out on his seat, enjoying the chaos he was dropping along with that statement.

"What?? Why me?" He blurted out in surprise, looking between the two siblings, as Pilar started to cackle.

"Think about it babe," Rebecca said. "I'm too short. I'll draw attention. Lucy is too hot, she'll draw attention. Maine is chromed to hell and back so he's not an option. Pilar is too unique and chromed. Kiwi and Dorio are both too chromed and tall. Falco only drives. You're perfect. You're average height, young, so you could be a fresh faced academy graduate. Very little chrome other than your Sandy, and that's not really noticeable. You'll be able to get in and out and if you get caught where you're not supposed to be? Well, you're new. "

As much as he might like to refute her statement…goddammit It made sense.

"Ok but why are you here then? Anybody could have told me this."

Pilar shrugged.

"I'm the techie. Since the NCPD sub-net is stronger than the average, and we're not looking to have any trace available until we're ready to go,I gotta teach you how to get through places they don't want you to, as well as rewire the cameras to show a loop. It usually takes a lot more than what a gonk would have time for, but with how you use that shiny bit of chrome? I think you'll do just fine."

David had to admit, that made sense.

"So what do you want to do then? Becca?"

He asked, looking first at Pilar and then Rebecca who was stretching out and shifting her weight off of David to sit down on his side.

"Eh, if I know Pilar, he's probably gonna want to test you on some almost abandoned workshop or something. I'd come but… fuck babe, I'm exhausted. My bones are like noodles. I kinda just wanna take a nap."

Pilar smirked and waggled his eyebrows.

"Awww… was the jailbait too hard on you?"

Rebecca didn't even get mad, just raised an eyebrow.

"Dorio." She said simply.

He grimaced and grumbled looking away.

"Not the same thing. Not the same thing at all." He scowled petulantly.

Rebecca just leaned back in satisfaction at having once more burst Pilar's bubble, not a care in the world.

"Yeah… alright. While we're working on that, I wanted to get your opinion on a project. Something important so I don't want to joke around about it, ok?"

Getting up from his seat Pilar waved him off, his overall demeanor giving off unconcerned vibes.

"Yeah yeah, no problem. Now come on, if you're done fu-"

"Pilar, if you finish that sentence I'm gonna suck his dick in front of you."

Rebecca piped up, her eyes closed as she sprawled on the couch.

Pilar shut his mouth almost immediately then, grumbling as he left the apartment without another word. Honestly, if Pilar hadn't been guilty of abandoning Becca to an existence that still fucked with her? He'd have asked if she was being too harsh. As it was, he didn't have the right to tell her one way or another in regards to her brother.

Reaching over to pull the shortstack Solo into his arms, he kissed her brow gently and she smiled, still keeping her eyes closed.

"I'd rather be staying home with you, you know."

She giggled lightly and finally opened her eyes, caressing his jawline with her hand.

"Yeah… but you'll be back. And honestly, it might be nice to have a decent sized place to myself for a little bit."

He hummed in appreciation and nodded.

"Alright babe… I'll Be back in a bit."

Laying her back down on the couch, he got to his feet smoothly, heading outside, catching Pilar smoking a cig.

"Alright, first things first, let's test your mettle on some circuits when we get to the warehouse. You work on that, and I'll move you up to the more complex shit. Alright?"

Pilar said, all business as he worked on finishing the cigarette, before dropping it down the stairs and turning to face him.

He nodded agreeably, the two of them heading down to the parking lot, once more hopping into Pilar's old clunker of a vehicle…which actually made him curious about something.

"You're a good tech choom… does that not translate into fixing up your ride?"

Pilar smirked.

"Oh it looks like shit no lie… but there's a reason for that. I ain't got a place to put it where there's less chance of a gonk trying to break into it and sell it for parts if It looks like dogshit. But underneath the hood? It's a good car. It ain't gonna win any races, but I've barely had to pay extra on this thing since I got it."

David hummed softly as he considered the statement as they drove through the congested streets of NC.

Huh… maybe I should look into getting a car of my own at some point.

(Sandy is… hesitant.)

Hey! I'm not that bad of a driver.

(Doubt.)

Seriously! I'm not that bad. I can get there fast and in one piece!

(And the vehicle?)

…

(Exactly.)

…shut up.

He had to keep from pouting visibly at Sandy having chastised him and looked out the window. Fuck it was hot out. He really couldn't stand the fucking heat. He also couldn't understand people who loved that shit.

Give him the cold any day.

"So…be real with me Pilar. How do you think we're doing? The crew and the jobs I mean."

Pilar tapped the steering wheel contemplatively as he maneuvered through the streets of Watson, making his way up north to the warehouse district.

"Honestly kid? I think we're doing better than ever. I've even been getting some independent work offered to me by the Lady Of Westbrook to work on some of her systems. I've got money in my accounts, I've got porn, I've got food…. Shit. I've even got enough money to work on my personal projects."

David raised an eyebrow.

"And what are those?"

Pilar looked at him with a bright grin.

"I like to tinker choom. Anything and everything you can think of. Cybernetics, iron, armor, little gadgets and shit. I just want to mess around with stuff and see if I can make it better. Make it more efficient. Just… more in general."

David hummed appreciatively.

"Sounds pretty cool, choomba. I've been messing around with my guitar lately and I've been enjoying that a lot. I'm no Kerry Eurodyne or Silverhand, but I'm not terrible for a beginner."

Pilar cackled before going silent in contemplation as he pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned warehouse.

"Wait, were you playing guitar before or after you started dating my sister?"

"After. Why?"

"Damn… I was thinking I'd finally cracked the code to why you managed to get two chicks to date you. Musicians are a different fucking breed man. Ya know, I once heard that Johnny Silverhand fucked every single one of the members of Samurai when he was alive."

David raised an eyebrow.

"I also heard that Johnny Silverhand haunts the halls of Arasaka tower, ready to kill any off guard Netrunner that goes too deep into the local sub-net. It's just rumors choom."

Shrugging, the techie got out of his car, headed to the trunk and pulled out a couple of cameras and…

"Holy shit is that a wall turret?"

"Uh huh. Don't ask how I got it. Now, these two? These are gonna be your biggest pains in the ass, along with laser tripwires. I'll teach you how to spot those too, but right now I'm just planning to show you how to handle the cameras and the turret's alright? After that, I'll run you through a bit of an obstacle course in that warehouse."

David looked at the warehouse with a frown as he inhaled slowly.

"You have control of cameras and turrets in there?"

"Mmmhmm. Place became a write-off for Militech, and they never come here. Like… ever in the past 15 years from what I know. I'll be switching the turret's to non lethal if they somehow catch you… but shit will still hurt. Are you ready to go over this shit?"

David nodded, turning back to the cameras and the turret.

"Alright, Teach… do your thing."

Believe it or not, Pilar was a pretty damn good teacher. Clever, intuitive, and gave colorful ways to remember intricate details. Within only 10 minutes David felt like he'd been doing it for years.

They didn't stop there though, as Pilar started showing him the minute differences different models of turret and camera had that could muck things up.

By the end of an hour however, after teaching David everything he could think of for the moment… Pilar was ready to run him through the obstacles.

"Alright… I've booted up the generator for this place… and I've got access to the cameras in there. If I see you, or the turrets spot you? It's a failure choom. First time through, just turn em off. Simple as that, don't worry about putting them on a loop. This run at least."

David rolled his shoulders carefully, and was about to walk inside when Sandy piped up.

(Should take precautions. No need to risk jacket until properly reinforced.)

Sandy had a good point about that, and reluctantly removed his jacket, revealing the light blue t-shirt underneath. Folding it up and placing it in the passenger seat of Pilar's car, he made his way to the entrance….

And began.

The first attempt failed almost within the first minute.

The second one was a lot better, with him making use of Sandy's main ability to slow down his perception of time to extreme degrees. Enough to let him identify cameras everywhere visible.

Sandy also was able to check the local sub-net for any more subtle cameras or turrets. Luckily just observing them wasn't enough to leave any digital fingerprints.

The third time through, he'd managed to sneak through, no problem whatsoever.

Then came the really hard part, where he didn't just shut them down. He rewired the cameras to loop the footage, as well as having. To make him invisible to the turret's IFF.

He had the feeling that a really experienced tech might be able to pull this off quickly…but a novice like himself? He had to go to the old standby. If you're not cheating, you're not trying.

Dropping the time dilation low he was able to work through every single one of the turrets and cameras in seconds real-time. He was a bit exhausted and a lot hungry, but by the time he finished his 6th and final run, Pilar seemed satisfied.

"Alright, that's damn good. Didn't see a fucking speck of you those last couple runs. You did good, and I'm thinking we're prepped. Come on back."

David sighed in satisfaction as he stretched out a bit, walking lazily out of the warehouse.

How are my bruises from the turret?

(Major bruising going away, fully healed within the hour. Healing is increasing to optimal levels soon. Will be able to begin focusing reinforcing skeleton, joints, and tendons soon.)

Nothing that will make me not look like myself right?

(No. Will look natural. Promised. Understand self-image important to mental health. Will not force body change David will be distressed by.)

Thanks… seriously. You've done a lot for me, and it means… a lot.

(David is Sandy's best choom. I want you to be around always.)

Goddamn that was humbling. But before he could continue, David was brought up cold at the sight he was witnessing.

Pilar was waiting for him… wearing his mother's Jacket.

(Warning! Heart rate increasing drastically! Adrenaline and cortisol production in overdrive! Host David, please calm down!)

"Hey yo! Nice work on the warehouse kid. I gotta ask though, is this the secret? The jacket? Cuz I'm damn near pulling it apart at the seams to try and figure out where you hide all that rizz, and I can't figure it out!"

The man's face was stretched in a playful and taunting smile. Perhaps if David was in a better state of mental health, he would have been able to hold back the anger, and gotten Pilar to pull it off and hand it back over. Maybe he could have explained that that jacket was the object of his longing, his regret and guilt. The comfort he had that maybe his mom was with him always.

But David's mind and heart was a torrent of anger and pain, and guilt.

"Take. It. Off."

He growled at Pilar, his jaw clenched so hard that he would later be surprised that his teeth and jaw didn't crack.

Pilar's biggest weakness was never really understanding when the joke was over, and paying little to no attention to things that didn't catch his immediate interest.

"Hah! You might be able to get the girls to do that , but I'm telling you now, I require at least a dinner and a show."

(Host-)

David wasn't cognizant of Sandy's words, latching onto one of Pilar's wrists, causing the Edgerunner to start to take him seriously.

"Hey, easy there gonk. Not need for vio-"

He squeezed .

And Pilar's arm began to creak as Pilar cursed up a storm.

"Take. It. Off."

He said in a tone of voice that barely even felt human,filled with pure gravel and rage.

"I'll take it off! Shit-fuck! I can't take it off if you don't let go!"

Pilar cursed in pain, only abating when David let go of his wrist, his arm still throbbing.

Eager to get rid of the garment that had sent David into a rage, he pulled the jacket off and pushed it into David's chest, before turning away.

"FUCK! that… Christ Choom I think you dented my fucking chrome!"

He cursed as he rubbed his wrist gently. David didn't see any of that. All he saw and felt was his mom's jacket in his arms. He didn't even pull it on, simply holding it tight to his chest, breathing in deep. He felt like could almost smell her as he held her jacket, the adrenaline slowly ceasing its production.

(-vid? David? Can you hear me now?)

… Yeah.

(Good. Couldn't reach you. Are you ok?)

He swallowed hard and buried his face deeper into his mother's Jacket.

No.

"... What the fuck was that David?"

Pilar asked him coolly, no longer seeming to be in exceptional pain, but he didn't seem very happy either.

Of course he wasn't happy you stupid son of a bitch. I damn near crushed his wrist.

"... I… I'm sorry." He whispered quietly, his face still buried in his mom's jacket.

"... Gonna need more than that choom. I thought you were about to kill me over a fucking joke. If you weren't almost entirely 'ganic, I'd think you had gone fucking cyberpsycho giving my bones the death grip like that.. What's the big fucking deal over that jacket?"

"... It was mom's."

"Mom? Yo-"

Pilar's eyebrows raised up in realization.

".... Ah. Fuck. Shit. I didn't know. Wouldn't have messed with it if I had. I'm an asshole, but I'm not cruel." Pilar didn't seem like he was completely over the deathgrip he had experienced, but at least understood what had caused it.

"... Is that what the project you wanted to talk to me about was?"

David swallowed before looking up, still cradling the jacket in his hands.

"... Yeah. I wanted… wanted to talk to you about trying to make sure that her jacket never got destroyed. That it could be tough enough to shrug off anything that could damage it."

The sounds of the city filled the emptiness in the air between them as Pilar considered the request.

"... It would probably be safer if you just kept it at home. Less wear and tear. No worries about gunshots or fire, or any of that shit."

He shook his head.

"No. I…. I need it. I don't feel right when I'm not wearing it."

Pilar sighed.

"... Look Choom… I can't make any promises. But I can try. In the meantime though, you really should leave the coat at home. If this is how you freak out when someone handles it, I don't want to see what would happen if someone actually managed to fuck it up. "

Something in his eyes must have flashed, as Pilar flinched briefly before turning away and lighting up again.

"... I get it. Ya know? Wanting to keep something of hers. When I couldn't find Becca after I'd finally woken up from my stupid fucking haze of drugs, sex and chrome I kept finding myself wanting… something. Anything. Not the same thing of course. You didn't cause that shit. Point is, I'll see what I can do, and try to get that jacket around your shoulders as soon as possible. Just keep it safe until then alright?" Pilar looked tired then. Tired and quiet in a way he usually didn't.

"... Ok."

He said quietly as he kept the jacket in his arms, moving to get into the passenger side of the car. Pilar followed soon after as Sandy gave him the sensation of an all over squeeze. Like a hug.

Thank you.

(Best choom. Anytime.)

They didn't speak for a while as they drove back to Lucy's place. As they did, Pilar hummed.

"You considered talking to the girls about moving to another place? The three of you?"

David blinked as he stroked the sleeves of the jacket with his thumbs.

"... You want me to move in with Lucy and your sister?"

Pilar shrugged as he weaved in and out of traffic, honking angrily at some asswipe in a fancy care for cutting them off.

"Well, Lucy's place is nice but y'all need more room than that right?"

He wasn't wrong. And it wasn't like he planned on leaving either of them. He'd bought a fancy apartment with Lucy in the Before… so why not a decent sized place for the three of them?

"... You wouldn't mind Becca staying with us the whole time?"

Pilar shrugged.

"It ain't about me really. When she's not with you and Lucy, she looks all melancholy. Hides it quick when I say something or acts the brat to distract me… but I think she'd do better day to day with people she can trust."

The implication of what he didn't say was almost heartbreaking really. But despite the pain that crossed Pilar's face as he pulled in front of Lucy's apartment building, Pilar soldiered on bravely.

"She'll always have a place with me if she needs me. But she hasn't needed me in a while. Anyway… I'll get in touch with you about my experiments regarding the jacket, and I'll let Maine know you're good to go in regards to the tech side of things."

Pilar shooed him playfully out of his vehicle with a wave of his injured arm, hissing lightly as pain shot through the chromed appendage, causing David to wince softly.

"Again… I'm sorry."

Pilar barked out a laugh and used his non-injured arm to wave him off.

"Nah. My fault. I really need to learn when not to fuck with someone. Might get me killed one da-"

Pilar blinked and grimaced for a moment, his face seeming almost slack and distant. If he had visible eyes, David was certain that they would be vacant.

"A-any way. I'll see you when we got the job ready to go. Later choom."

He didn't stick around after that, peeling away in a cloud of burning rubber as David watched him go with wide eyes.

Did he just… did he just remember something? Things were just too convenient. Too weird. He really needed to figure this situation out sooner rather than later.

What do you think Sandy? Is it… is it possible that they're back with me? Somehow?

(Method of reversion to earlier point in time….unknown. Whether other individuals have same experiences only buried in the subconscious… unable to be determined. But … evidence mounting in support of theory.)

Christ. What was he supposed to do with that? With the idea that they were back? That sounded amazing, but if it was subconscious, how would he explain it in a way that didn't have them consciously thinking he was crazy?

(Sandy will help.)

That's sweet, but I still haven't even explained YOU. And I still don't know how to explain you to everybody. I just… I don't want Lucy to hate me.

(Impossible.)

You don't know that.

(Human emotions hard to parse. To understand. Trying. But know that Lucy and David inseparable. Tell after job.)

That soon?

He looked out at the setting sun, wondering what people out in the desert saw when they looked towards night city, procrastinating walking up to the apartment.

(Been weeks since spoke with Vik. Can't hold out forever.)

You're right…. Fuck I know. I know you're right. I'll… shit. I'll tell Lucy and Becca first. They're my girlfriends. They deserve to know first before I tell the crew.

Sandy didn't respond at all to that, just giving him a small full body squeeze of approval as David climbed the stairs, unlocking the door to find a rather… pleasing sight.

Becca was between Lucy's legs, and Lucy's hands were intertwined with Becca's, her hips shooting up as she moaned softly..

"Fuck… fuck Becca I'm gon-" Lucy's moans of pleasure were twisted into a sudden squeal of pure lust as she caught sight of him walking in and closing the door behind him.

" Fuuuuuck!"

She practically screamed as she came violently, and David finally became aware of the sounds coming from the tv. There he was giving Becca the business end of his cock every which way much earlier in the day.

He chuckled softly as he watched Lucy fall back bonelessly, a bright but languid smile on her face along with a bit of a blush.

"Hey baby…. Welcome back."

Moving from her position in between Lucy's legs, Rebecca turned around to give him a smug and very shiny grin.

"Hey hot stuff. What the Ice Queen said, welcome. You want to give us a round three?"

Lucy's eyes widened in concern even as David moved closer, kicking off his shoes and removing his shirt.

"Uh… are you sure about that Becca? You got fucked stupid early and we've been going at it for an hour. I'm kind of tired and you look like you're about to fall over."

Before the conversation could devolve any further however, David picked up Rebecca and held her tight as he moved to sit next to Lucy, an arm around her naked shoulders, the both of them snuggling deep into him.

"I'll be honest girls… I've had a long day. I could go for some nice relaxing cuddles."

The three of them didn't move from that position for a short while, before he yawned and his stomach audibly growled to his embarrassment. Becca seemed quite amused, patting the complaining part of his anatomy as Lucy's eyes flashed with the usual telltale signs of accessing the Net.

"Did my dumbass of a brother not feed you while you were out? Of course not. Well no worries. We'll grab some grub and then hit the hay. Sound good?"

Becca said with a grin as she turned off the tv with a quick press of the remote.

David grinned and pressed a kiss to Rebecca's forehead, making the little gremlin preen in satisfaction at the attention being given to her. Lucy's eyes had stopped glowing then, and began running her fingers through his hair again, seemingly luxuriating in every single strand of it.

"Mmm…"

He murmured quietly leaning into the gentle caresses, his eyes closing as his body felt like it was safe, releasing all manner of tension.

"Hey… why don't you take a nap ok? We're all good, everything's handled so why don't you just shut off for a bit mm?" Lucy said gently as Rebecca nodded, pressing soft kisses to his collar and chest.

"That sounds…nice."

He murmured, as the fog that had been slowly covering his thoughts thickened and spread, causing him to yawn and doze off. It was a good solid doze too. The kind where you were equal parts totally unconscious but aware of it as well, relaxed and secure.

The smell of Chinese was what woke him up out of said doze. Goddamn that smelled really really damn… wait..

His eyes widened as he came out of his doze, witnessing the sheer amount of food that covered the coffee table in front of Lucy's couch.

Rebecca and Lucy had pulled on some loungewear. For Lucy, a crop top and a pair of panties and for Rebecca, just one of David's t-shirts. They looked equal parts comfy and incredibly arousing in a… cozy kind of way.

"Well? You gonna eat up or what ya gonk?"

Rebecca said with a smirk before pouting when Lucy pinched her earlobe briefly with her chopsticks.

"Give him a moment Bex… he just woke up. Seriously though David, you've not been eating enough. How that's possible with how you hoover down food, I don't know, but your stomach has been growly for ages now. And Becca, I swear to god, if you try to steal my crab rangoon one more time, I'm going to make my hand a permanent tattoo on your ass."

The Netrunner said suddenly, turning a glare to the unrepentant solo who had her chopsticks prepped to nab said fried treat from Lucy's plate.

Rebecca grinned impishly as she plucked one of the crab rangoons off of the plate anyway, and popped it in her mouth, chewing and swallowing it with obvious relish.

"Don't threaten me with a good time Luce. And besides, everybody knows stolen food tastes so much better than your own."

Lucy rolled her eyes as David had to fight to hide his smile and laughs, masking that with the pursuit and acquisition of a large variety of dishes. Egg rolls, lo mein, peanut butter chicken, egg drop soup, and so many more items that were absolutely filled to the brim with msg and oil. But despite Sandy's mild complaints, David couldn't help it that he really didn't care. Good food was a benefit regardless of its nutritional value.

"Mmm… this is really good." Lucy murmured as she munched on an egg roll before getting a good sized portion of noodles and spicy synth-loin on her plate. Looking up at him she asked him a question.

"So, what were you up to? They told me that it was decided that you needed to go undercover in the police station to get what we're looking for."

David nodded as he slurped up some lo mein, enjoying the texture of the noodles, as well as the spices worked into the sauce and the meat itself. Absolutely delicious.

"He had me working on manually disconnecting and spoofing cameras and turrets for when I head in. He had me work on a bunch of different models too and ran me through an obstacle course of sorts. That was the majority of our time out there. Practice, review and more."

Lucy nodded, though there was a hint of concern for what they planned to do. And in a surprising twist, she actually brought up her concerns.

"I'm… not stoked about you pretending to be a cop to get to those files. It makes me nervous. I know you can do it… but it's nerve-wracking. "

Once she'd finished saying her piece, her eyes flicked over towards Rebecca who was giving her a "subtle" thumbs up.

David nodded and reached a hand over to grasp her own, the grip firm and clinging to him as he addressed her.

"It's a little nerve-wracking to begin with, I'm not gonna lie. I never felt like my acting skills were the best. But if I'm lucky they shouldn't pay too much attention to some brand new rookie who looks like me. I should just look like fresh meat to the grinder."

Lucy didn't seem very comforted by that but she accepted it. The meal continued quietly as they pressed up against each other, kissing one another softly on shoulders and necks. It was a very quiet and intimate scene. The quiet was eventually broken by Rebecca who looked a bit… sheepish and nervous.

"So uh… I know this is really early for us… but have you guys thought about getting a new apartment? One for… one that could fit all of us?"

Huh… guess the siblings were on a much closer wave than expected.

Lucy blinked and blushed before looking around her apartment with a more critical eye.

"... It is kind of small… even for just two people. Three… Well, it's a good thing we haven't tried to have you both move here. It does have… certain amenities though."

She said quietly, looking out the window to where a rocket was being launched into space, probably headed towards the moon. Her dream. Her biggest goal. But something seemed to cross her face, her expression breaking for a flash. Barely even a second, fast enough that he couldn't even be certain for a fact that it had ever been there.

Rebecca and David looked at each other as if reassuring the other that they'd seen the same thing before patiently waiting for Lucy.

As the now shoulder length pastel haired Netrunner hummed and considered it, she seemed to have come to a conclusion, a smile crossing her face.

"Let's do it. We can go apartment browsing tomorrow."

Rebecca squealed in delight and hugged them both tightly, rubbing her face against their chests.

"Thank you thank you!!!! I've been wanting to get my own place for a while, but I… Well, I didn't want to be alone again, and since we're all dating… I figured that we could also try cohabitating. Ooh! What's something that you guys do as a ritual every night? It can be anything, it's just something you do every night before bed."

David blinked as he looked up from his peanut butter chicken, having moved onto that after the noodles.

"Uh.. well I work on playing my guitar. But I've got headphones and stuff so I can move to like… a bathroom or stuff so I'm not bothering you two."

Lucy shrugged.

"I usually just watch a movie or something. Usually a hot bath.

Rebecca nodded appreciatively.

"I'm gonna be real guys? If we're not fucking for whatever reason? I'm probably gonna be flicking my bean. Y'all know I'm not a one track mind kind of girl, but fuck I haven't been able to take care of myself properly for fucking years. Either that, or I'll be doing some writing or reading. "

David had just started grinning as Rebecca spoke about her more sexual plans. He could really get behind that to tell the truth. His own sex drive had been increasing substantially…and now that he knew the reason behind it hadn't been anything worrying, he was way more eager to indulge.

"Which brings up the question… what's acceptable dress code for our shared home?" He asked them all, before the three of them paused to let that word sink in.

Home. Oh wow. Home. Home for him had always been wherever his mom was. But with her gone… no. Not gone. She was always with him. Now, his home was where he felt safe and loved. And that was with Rebecca and Lucy.

"I say anything goes."

Rebecca piped up, leering playfully at them.

Lucy shrugged.

"I go nude when I'm alone, so I don't see a reason to change that. Just wear whatever. David?"

David was long since used to living with Lucy and going nude in their penthouse the time before. So he didn't see a reason to change that.

"Sounds fine by me. But… I'd prefer if we were dressed if we have company."

Rebecca smirked knowingly.

"Pilar, Falco, and Maine?"

David blushed at being found out so easily.

"N-not just them! Anybody. Even like, Kiwi or Dorio!"

Lucy chuckled and popped a piece of synth-chicken In her mouth.

"Possessive aren't you…"

She teased, before humming, and considering the situation. Communication… Even when things seemed simple, it was important… so she decided to get to the root of it.

"Are you? Possessive of us I mean. Do you want to keep us all to yourself?"

It was a sentence spoken without judgment, not coldness. It was neutral, curious.

Becca also seemed interested to hear the answer.

David swallowed as he looked away briefly before turning to face them properly as he explained his own feelings.

"... Yeah. I'm possessive. For a relationship like the one we have, I know I shouldn't feel so possessive but…I want to keep you to myself. I don't want to have to share you with anyone… but…"

His memories flashed back to the conversation he'd had with Dorio. The decision, no matter how much he disliked it .. he'd made it.

"But I won't try to force it. It's…I don't have the right to try and keep you to myself. If you two want to date someone else as well… I wouldn't stop you. And I wouldn't make you feel bad about it. I'd adapt."

There was silence in the apartment for a solid minute, no one even bothering to take a bite of food before Rebecca snorted.

"Jeez… how long has that been stewing in that gonk brain of yours? Look… I can't say for anyone else… but I'm ok being just yours. Well. Yours and Lucy's. I really don't think I'd find another guy who loves me and fucks me like you do, and even if I could…I don't want anyone else. I want you." Rebecca said easily as she munched on a pork dumpling, seeming incredibly unconcerned.

Lucy for her part laughed softly.

"Legitimately David, I think I might maim any man who tries to chat me up now that I have you. As long as you love me, I am yours wholly and completely, no matter who else you have as well. And… well. I wouldn't mind being yours as well Becca. We've all got this… interesting meshing for our relationship. Individual parts and then the whole… It works for us. But… if any ever end up wanting to add someone to this arrangement… we should talk."

"I'll drink to that."

Becca said before slugging a Broseph, and belching lightly.

Lucy rolled her eyes. "Classy Becca. Classy."

For her part, the shortstack just shrugged without a care.

"I prefer trashy and whorish anyway."

David perked up at that, his blood running hot at the sound of that. That was… um… he liked that quite a lot. And by the acknowledging looks that his outputs, they were filing that for later use.

"The point is…. As long as you talk with us… I don't care if you keep me entirely to yourself, or if you add another half dozen women to this relationship."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

"That's the second time you've mentioned another woman joining us. You know something we don't?"

Lucy just smirked as she looked over at David.

"Perhaps. It's nothing that would happen immediately but… yeah. Dorio wanted to talk about handling the uniform acquisition for the job… as well as asking if I'd be ok if she made her interest known to you."

David's eyes widened as Rebecca cackled remarkably similarly to her brother. Must be an inherited trait he mused dully.

"What?!" He blurted out, more in shock that she'd flat out said it than surprise. He'd been noticing her flirtations after all, and their regular workouts ever since had continued in their intensity. He just hadn't expected it to actually happen.

"Dorio said that since you, Rebecca, and I are in a relationship, she felt comfortable asking if there was room for her to make her interest known. I told her that I personally didn't mind it, but that I'd need to bring it up to you and Rebecca." Lucy said with a rather wide grin of amusement as she finished up her meal, and boxing up what they weren't planning to finish.

Rebecca hummed curiously.

"And if I said I wasn't comfortable with it?"

She asked easily, but with eyes that were sharp and observant, waiting to see how this would go.

"Then we'd turn her down."

David said immediately, as Lucy nodded in agreement.

"Nobody is more important here. We all have different relationships with one another, but that doesn't mean that we're not equal in consideration. Does that mean you're against it?"

Becca snorted.

."hell no. I actually want to see if David can put her through her paces so I can give Pilar more shit."

David groaned as he covered his face in exasperation.

".... Really?"

"Really. Plus… I don't know. Dorio's hot, and fun, so.. if she wants to be a predator like us, welcome to the party." Rebecca laughed cheekily.

David shook his head in exhaustion. God he could use a nap.

"Look…I'll think about this in the morning. Or after the job. Something. Can we just head to bed?"

Taking pity on the young man, his girlfriends took him by the arms and led him to Lucy's bed, just big enough that they could all cuddle up to one another and sleep steadily. Sliding into bed, David took the middle spot, his arms wrapping firmly around the girls' shoulders, letting them rest their heads on his muscular chest.

".... I love you girls… I love you so much."

Rebecca yawned and curled up closer with a small sleepy smile.

"Love you too Daddy."

She murmured.

"Daddy huh?"

Lucy mused and giggled as Becca flailed at her tiredly.

"Shut up." She mumbled as Lucy sighed in amusement.

"I love you too David. Sleep well.."

And so they did. Better than he could have ever imagined. For tonight was perfect… and tomorrow was a new day.

___

Pilar sat in the dark in his room, sipping at his Broseph, the pangs from his wrist still stinging like a son of a bitch. He'd go to a ripper eventually, but for now the pain kept him focused. Focused on how shit was just…fucking weird.

Ever since a couple months back, he'd been having dreams. Stuff he couldn't quite remember. But now it was starting to stick. He started remembering flashes of yellow. Sheepish grins.

An alleyway. The smell of piss and shit overwhelming his nasal passages.

A mumble. The stench of body odor.

He said something.

A brief moment of pain.

He drank deeper of the Broseph before moving to another, keeping his eyes on a small baggie in front of him.

Glitter.

He hadn't touched the shit in years now, but he always had it there.

Just in case shit got so fucked that there was no point in holding on anymore.

"What the fuck…."

He whispered as he sipped at his beer, not wanting to believe what he'd seen. But Pilar wasn't stupid, even after he'd burnt out a bunch of his brain cells with drugs. He knew it was real. How?

….he couldn't explain. But he knew it was.

He had died somehow. And….to be fair he didn't remember anything else, or even how it happened.

But it had. It had. He had a second chance at life. He grimaced as he looked at the glitter again. He'd been hooked on that shit for so long… he'd barely been able to kick it with Becca's help. Oh Rebecca…

For all the crap he gave her and David, he was so happy to see her smile. To get that bit of her soul back from the hell he'd left her in.

… Fuck this.

He stood up abruptly, dropping the bottle to the floor, shattering it. He ignored that as he grabbed the baggie of glitter, opening It up as he went to the bathroom. The powder inside called to him, as a voice spoke once more. His own.

It's just a little bump…

No. It wasn't.

Shits fucking crazy… you deserve t-

He cut off the tempting voice by dumping the bag of drugs down his toilet and flushing it. That deep seated hunger Screamed at him to rescue the baggie before it disappeared.

He ignored it, and walked out of the bathroom.

He wasn't that anymore. Would ever be that again.

And somehow he felt that he had David to thank for all this. Rolling his neck, he made his way to his little workshop area, and bringing up his plans for a self repairing nano-mesh weave.

"Oh what a day...What a lovely day!" He murmured before a bright wide as hell smile crossed his face.