(A/N: Since there seems to be some debate over the gender of Fawkes before the mutation, this story may be slightly AU. From Fawkes' vocal mannerisms, I believe it to be male. If you do not agree, then feel free to press the back button. I also assume that since Fawkes has been able to hold on to his immense mental capacity, that the FEV virus did not take away everything else away from him.)
Nita dropped to the ground in the small rocky alcove she and Fawkes had fled into after escaping Raven Rock. She leaned up against the walls, her 101 armored jumpsuit stained and torn in places. She smiled at Fawkes. He was the only Super Mutant Vault-Tech had created that still kept his mind and she was thankful for that. He sat down beside her, putting down his mini-gun and setting the chains of bullets down so that he too could rest. The two sat there for a good while before Nita opened her eyes. "Thank you." she breathed, smiling as Fawkes' eyes met hers.
Fawkes looked like any other Super Mutant; almost eight feet tall, heavily muscled and green skinned. Though he, unlike his brethren, had kept his incredible mind and his powers of reason. Now that he was relaxed, Nita took the time to observe him. He still wore the torn remains of his Vault uniform, the jacket open at his chest and stretched along his shoulders. His pants had fared better and he still wore the same boots, though they too were tight around his calves. His lips were not pulled back in the horrible sneer the others had, though they did not cover his teeth entirely. He still looked quite human, all be it much larger. Though she soon found her skin itching with all of the dust from the crumbling fortress and she looked around for a source of water. She found one trickling down the alcove walls on the far inside. She dipped her hair into the fall and washed the dust from her scalp, leaving it itching less than before.
Fawkes opened his eyes, and followed the sounds of splashing water. What he found caused his jaw to drop open and his eyes to go as wide as dinner plates in his skull. Nita had divested herself of her armored jump suit and now stood in nothing but pale blue underwear under the water, washing herself with what he was sure was irradiated water. She had her back turned to him. Even though he was a Super Mutant, he could still appreciate the gentle curves that made up her body. He was especially focused on her rear end and when she bent over to wash her hair again, his eyes very nearly exploded. It had been so long since he had even laid eyes on a woman and never had a women been so comfortable around him that she would divest her only protection and risk being vulnerable in his presence. She trusted him enough to bathe, however she could also know about the side effects of the FEV virus he had been given.
One of the effects that had devastated him, was the disappearance of all the things that marked him as a human male. He still had a penis, however his testicles had ascended into his body and gone dormant, thus taking with them any chance of pleasuring a woman or having children. Even when she shed her underwear and turned around and showed him her glory as a woman, he was not able to respond as a man. Though the way she washed her breasts entranced his eyes. He could still appreciate her beauty. She was not heavily endowed but what she had was beautiful. Her back arched and her head thrown back, her breasts were thrust out proudly, the water seeming to caress her as it made its way down to the thick patch of rust colored hair between her legs. Even though he had known some men to love women who shaved, he could appreciate this because it showed that she was at least old enough for him to be looking at her.
She stepped out from under the small water fall, her eyes on him as he stared at her. Though instead of alarm, she had a smile on her face. "Com'ere," she crooked her finger at him. "I know you have to be feeling grimy after tracking me all the way here." Fawkes had to admit that she was right. He felt down right disgusting in his clothing right now. Her armor was drying not far from her, and he knew that she would have his the same way pretty soon. He stood up and slipped his jacket from his back. She took it and ran it under the water, smiling as the dirt and grime disappeared to leave faded blue behind. She cast a meaningful look at his pants and then back up to his eyes, that smile growing almost sly. Fawkes laughed and unbuckled the belt at his hips and slowly slid the material down, careful not to tear it. Nita washed it and set it out to dry and pulled Fawkes under the spray of cool water.
"How is it that you are not harmed by the radiation," Fawkes asked, almost forcing himself to stay focused as her hands washed behind his neck. It was difficult, especially when she pressed her breasts against his back, letting him feel her hardened nipples. He wished so badly that he had the ability to please her.
"The first town I came to was Megaton after I escaped the Vault." She reached forward to rub the dirt from his heavily muscled chest. "There was a woman there who needed help writing a Wasteland Survival Guide, and one of the chapters dealt with knowing the symptoms of radiation poisoning and an experimental treatment for extreme poisoning. I think she wanted 200 rads at the minimum and if I wanted, up to 600 rads." The incredulous stare from Fawkes made her laugh. "Guess how much I got?"
He was almost speechless. "I hope no more than 400."
"Try around 750 rads. I drank the rain water that had gathered around the live atomic bomb in the middle of the town. I was nearly dead by the time I managed to pull myself all the way up the walkway to her store." Fawkes gave her another look, she looked completely normal, no where near what a Ghoul would look like. He wondered if she were exaggerating. "She gave me the treatment, but the combination of radiation and what she gave me kinda twisted my DNA around. I can stand medium levels of radiation, but if I get poisoned, I can heal myself pretty fast. That, and not die." Fawkes chuckled, though he swallowed his laughter when she came around to his front and started rubbing down his taught abs, her hands trailing down ward, but avoiding the juncture of his thighs. She washed him down his thick legs and even his feet. He had never felt so clean in his life.
He swallowed hard when she pulled his arms so that he would kneel in front of her. She ran her hands over his bald head, gently washing his face. Down on his knees, his head was directly in front of her breasts and he was hard pressed to not stare at them. Without thinking, he leaned forward and laid his head directly on her chest, feeling her heart beat through her skin. But when he tried to extricate himself, she wrapped her arms around him and laid her cheek on the top of his head. Fawkes could not believe what he was doing, nor could he believe that Nita was not upset. Her breasts were soft and warm and he was suddenly reminded of his past life as a human. This was how he had embraced his mother when he was a young boy. The sense of security and safety it conveyed were the same as now. He thought it ironic; here he was strong enough to tear a Yao Guai limb from limb and he was taking comfort from a young woman no stronger than average. But, in a way, she was stronger than he was. She had survived the wastes and had even prospered. From what he had heard on Galaxy News, she was a down right hero. And she was holding him.
His hands clasped her hips as he looked up to her face, her soft smile warming his heart. He reached up and lowered her head to his, touching his lips to hers. He had half expected her to push him away, but again she surprised him by cupping his jaw and pressing her lips against his. That simple act sent a thrill through Fawkes as she knelt in front of him, deepening the kiss. He could not believe his luck and waited for the moment when he would wake from this wonderful dream. His hands trailed up her ribcage softly before pressing his palms against her breasts, gently twisting her nipples between his massive fingers. He thanked what ever deity that existed for the woman pressing herself against him right now. For several long minutes, he forgot about his shortcomings courtesy of the FEV as her hands traced the muscles on his chest and stomach.
Though he was brought right back when her hand wrapped itself around what should have been his manhood and for a moment, he felt like he would cry. "I am sorry," he breathed against the side of her face, his eyes closed in shame. "I lost the ability to become erect when I was infected with the FEV virus." He could not look her in the eye even though she still softly caressed him in her hand. But instead of responding, she gently squeezed her hand, making him suck in air in surprise. She resumed pumping her hand slowly and Fawkes stared down at himself. He felt he was in an other person's body but he still had the greenish skin and massive build of a Super Mutant. However, in Nita's hand he watched as she stroked him slowly to full hardness. He looked into her eyes, his face slack. As she smiled at him, tears glistened at the edges of his vision and he brought her lips to his in a kiss that surprised him with its passion. It felt like centuries since he had felt this kind of pleasure and he took advantage of it, thrusting his hips in time with her slow and gentle pumping.
Her lips left his as she trailed soft kisses over his cheek and jaw, her warm breath ghosting over his neck. She brushed her lips over his collarbone, kissing where it met its twin and down his sternum. "Lay back," her soft voice filtered through the haze of pleasure and he obeyed, laying flat on his back on the warm ground. Nita continued the slow, gentle pumping of his half-erect manhood, her lips continuing slowly down his chest. She came to her left and gently flicked his tiny nipple with her tongue, the electric charge arching his pack as he felt more heat in his loins. She migrated slowly over to the right and lavished his other nipple with the same attention until his breathing came in gasps under her. She seemed filled with a heady female pride as she kissed slowly down his stomach, tracing his muscles with her tongue until she came to the sparse path of soft sand colored hair leading down his impressive erection in her hand. Fawkes snapped his head up as he understood what she meant to do. His heart raced faster as she kissed the tip of his shaft, loving it with her hands and mouth.
He had to resist the urge to thrust himself into her mouth, so he clenched his jaw as she took the very tip into her mouth, then deeper still until she was slowly bobbing her head up and down. Fawkes clenched his fists, his hips bucking by themselves as a small tear slid down the side of his face. In all of the decades he had been imprisoned, he had never imagined that he would be able to feel this level of love and trust. But he wanted more and he was unsure of how to ask. He did not want to demand but he could take only so much teasing before he held her down and thrust himself into her body. Just the very thought made his eyes fly open as he pulled her mouth off of him. He gazed directly into her eyes, his voice raspy with need. "I want, no – I need you, now!"
Nita slowly crawled up his body, her short hair around her face like a lion's mane. Her lips touched his ear and she whispered, "Then take me."
Fawkes nearly had a heart attack at those three words. He gathered her into his arms as he laid his jacket and pants down on the ground, then her on top of them. He was determined to give her the same pleasure she had given him and his lips and hands began worshiping her body. He devoured her mouth as his left hand rolled and gently squeezed her left nipple. He kissed down her neck, trailing his tongue down the front of her neck and down her sternum as he kissed the flesh directly over her heart. His mouth soon joined his hand, kissing around her nipple before he took the hard, rosy bud into his mouth. Nita gasped under him, arching her back as he gently suckled her, nibbling with his teeth. He lavished her other breast with the same treatment, his left hand trailing his fingertips down her taught stomach and into the soft springy hair at the apex of her thighs. His fingers traced her lips slowly up and down, already slick with her wetness. Her hips bucked as he gently pressed his finger past her nether lips, just barely touching her womanhood. He followed her lips upward and found the small nub of her clitoris and gently traced his forefinger over it in a circular motion.
His mouth went back to devouring hers as he pressed his thick finger into her, feeling the slick flesh stretch around him. Nita gasped into his mouth, her body already trembling with need as she spread her thighs further apart for him. Her nails scored his flesh as he slowly pumped his fingertip in and out of her, feeling her clench around him. He wanted her to be ready for him because from the size of his shaft and her tightness, he knew she would be in pain if he did not try to prepare her. Though her soft voice begging him with breathless sobs to make love to her told him that she was more than ready. Because of the difference in height between them, Fawkes knew he would not be able to thrust effectively, so he sat back on his knees, bringing Nita with him so that she was sitting on his thighs. He began kissing her, his hands lifting her up and positioning himself at her opening. For a brief moment, he was afraid that he would not fit.
Then she gripped his shoulders and began sinking herself onto him a little at a time. She had to force herself not to clench around him but he just felt too good. The stretching was uncomfortable for a moment before it was replaced by the incredible sensation of him filling her. She kept still as possible as she laid her head on his chest, her hands clutching his shoulders. She lifted herself up a few inches before coming back down, whimpering against Fawkes' neck. Fawkes gripped her hips gently and lifted her easily up until just the tip was inside of her, then he let her weight draw her back down as her soft cries fed his desire. He picked her up and set a slow rhythm as he captured her mouth again. Nita moaned and gasped into the kiss, sucking in hair through her nose as he sped up. She added her own strength to it as she used her legs to thrust herself onto him. She leaned back and braced her hands on his long legs, watching him slide in and out of her body as he thrust up to meet her hips as they came down.
Fawkes was fascinated by the sight and scent of their lovemaking, his erection glistening as she lifted her hips only to watch it disappear again into her slick body. He watched her face, loving the absolute sensuality she exuded as she watched him with heavy lidded eyes. She seemed unafraid of anyone overhearing them as she cried out when her pleasure reached another plateau before increasing again. He watched as she brought one hand between them and began stroking her clitoris, her walls clenching around him. That sight had pushed Fawkes over the edge as he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, lifting her up and bringing her crashing to him faster and faster until the only thing Nita could do was to hold on for dear life as he threw her head long into one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced. She nearly screamed his name, his violent thrusting prolonging her first orgasm into her second. Fawkes laid her on the ground and covered her body with his as he continued to thrust as fast as he could until his entire body drew back like a cross bow before he loosed a bestial roar of triumph, his seed spilling into her body, sending small tremors of pleasure coursing through her belly.
Fawkes held his massive body above hers on trembling arms, his heart hammering in his chest. He opened his eyes, gazing languidly down at Nita as she caressed his cheek with her fingertips. He gently gathered her up and rolled onto his back, letting her lay on his chest as they slowly floated down from their post coital bliss. The sound of the water hitting the floor came back first, then slowly the wind blowing past the crack in the mountain they had taken shelter in. Fawkes looked down at the beautiful woman sleeping on his chest, his now flaccid manhood buried within her still tight folds. He looked down at his legs and arms and could not suppress the deep chuckle that issued from his chest. He was dirtier now than he had been before she had bathed him. But somehow, it felt better this time as he brushed Nita's hair from her face, watching as her mouth quirked in a smile as she slept. He desperately hoped that when this was all over, they could spend the rest of their lives just like this.