Kink Meme Prompt: "I'd like to see Freddie and the LW in some sort of dysfunctional relationship due to his mental conditions. Maybe Freddie ditches his medication for alcohol/drugs and tries to hook the LW onto them? Or maybe he has more frequently occurring mental breakdowns? Split personality? Either way, he ends up roughly dominating her without full consent in his dubious state and where it leads from there is up to you!"
Warning(s): Triggering chapters, abundant sexual content, dub-con, and mental illness. Why do I keep picking up prompts like this…
Setting: Fallout 3.
A/N: Fill for the kink meme under the title "Reversal." For those who have read my Butch/F!LW fic "Serpent Code," please note that this story won't be anywhere near as long, detailed, or plotted out (so, um, don't set your expectations too high). This prompt caught my attention due to its inclusion of Freddie's VDS and other potential mental ailments, which I hadn't addressed in "Serpent Code." I will attempt to write this with as much consideration and respect as possible for people with real mental illnesses.
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Hollow Bed
Freddie stirred when the mattress creaked and straightened, the weight on the other side having lifted. He rubbed his eyes and propped himself up on his elbows, the blanket falling from his bare chest as he squinted at the clock on his dresser across the room. A rustling noise drew his gaze to the foot of the bed. She was already stepping into her jumpsuit, her long black hair tousled and unkempt from their earlier activities.
"Sienna, you're leaving already?" he asked in a husky voice, still waking up. "It's three in the morning."
She rotated in his direction, her deep blue eyes almost black in the dim lighting. "I don't feel like sleeping here tonight. I'm heading back to my place," she told him curtly, pulling up her zipper.
His heart sank at that. "But… you said you'd spend the night with me. I've barely seen you all week—"
"Yeah, well, I've been busy learning all that tech shit from Stanley Armstrong," Sienna snapped. She still took every opportunity to vent her distaste for the occupation assigned to her by the G.O.A.T. the previous year. "And I've gotta get up early to make my training session, anyway." Bending down to lace her boots, she smirked. "It's not you, it's me."
If only Freddie had a penny for every time she gave him that line. "Well, when can we hang out again?" he inquired, sitting up when she returned to the side of the bed.
She retrieved the hair tie on the pillow beside his and made to leave, but he reached out and seized her wrist. His stomach wrenched with anxiety, and his pulse sped to a disquieting rhythm as he tried to read her face. Although he knew that cold look well, he had never gotten used to it. He tightened his hold on her, feeling the soft skin yield to his grip.
"You still want me as your boyfriend, right?" His voice shook with worry, but at that moment, he didn't care if she found his constant apprehension pathetic. Despite her frigid demeanor and brusque attitude, she meant everything to him.
Sienna's features remained neutral as she stared down at him in silence, seeming to weigh her options. In the eight months they'd been dating, she never failed to instill a sense of insecurity within him, mostly due to her unpredictable thought process and half-hearted efforts in giving him attention. He sometimes still believed she was only using him for sex, though if that were the case, he didn't understand why she picked him out of all the guys in their peer group. Everyone knew that Wally Mack—who was better-looking, smarter, and wealthier—had been trying to get into her pants for a while now. But for the first time, she didn't completely brush off his concerns.
Leaning forward, she held his gaze until her lips touched his. He closed his eyes and felt his entire body relax as she kissed him deeply, prying his mouth open with her tongue and exploring inside. Her fingers came up to thread through his hair, and he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pulling her closer and trying to press her against him. She resisted his insistent urging, but brought one hand down beneath the blanket to stroke him. He groaned against her, moving his mouth to her jaw and nipping at the delicate bone structure. Even though they'd already fucked several times the previous evening, he was hard as a rock within a minute.
"Only my boyfriend would get this kind of treatment," she murmured, her sultry words the closest she'd ever come to reassuring him.
Freddie's breath hitched when she began pumping him, his rigid shaft growing hotter from the friction of her palm. He dug his nails into her jumpsuit, moaning her name as she whispered filthy things into his ear. She was bending over him, dominant, always the dominant one in every aspect of their relationship. Her tongue traced his earlobe and sent a shiver down his spine as she maintained the speed and motion of her hand sliding up and down. He panted from the sensations, feeling the tautness winding in his lower abdomen. She licked down the side of his neck and bit down on his flesh, sucking hard and leaving a large hickey.
"God, Sienna… come here and let me fuck you," he rasped, yanking at her zipper, wanting to delve between her legs, blow his load inside her.
But she stopped all her ministrations, and he whimpered at the loss of stimulation as she removed her hands from him and straightened. The shadows cast part of her face in darkness, but the illuminated half conveyed irritation and disapproval. Reaching up to tuck tendrils of black hair behind her ear, she pinned him with a stony glare.
"And here I was giving you a parting jerk when I could've just walked out," she remarked. "Not good enough for you, Freddie?"
He scrambled to his knees on the mattress at once, desperate to fix his error. "I'm sorry, it's just… you know I always want you. And what you do to me… it's amazing. I'm not ungrateful, really. I didn't mean to—"
"All right," she cut in with an impatient sigh, placing her palms on his chest. "Just shut up and lie back."
Freddie did as told, lying back down with a sharp intake of air when her fingers returned to wrap around him. Her strokes started out slowly this time, and his eyes rolled back when she leaned over him, brushing her lips against the contours of his chest before grazing his left nipple with her teeth. His hands fisted into the blanket at his sides, not daring to touch her and risk pissing her off even more. The heat collected in his groin again, building up the tension as she worked him faster and faster.
His mind swam with her image, the pleasure spreading through him as he once again considered how lucky of a bastard he was to have this girl to himself. Her personality could use some work, but she was a beauty and an unrivaled talent in the bedroom. Long hair swept over his skin as she moved up and captured his lips again. His gasp caught in his throat when she shifted one of the fingers gripping him and ran a blunt nail over the sensitive underside of his member, still pumping vigorously.
And once she sank her canines into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, it undid him.
With a strangled cry, he exploded all over himself, spattering his torso and the sheets. She milked him with a few more thrusts of her hand, squeezing and clenching until he ran dry. He lay there after she released him, his dick slapping against his stomach as he tried to catch his breath. That was… incredible.
When he turned to peer at Sienna, she had just finished lapping up the mess on her fingers, and his erection almost throbbed back to life at the lewd and enticing sight. But her expression appeared as impassive as ever, and she bid him a short good night before pivoting on her heel and striding toward the door. He shot up to a sitting position, his gratified bliss evaporating.
"Sienna?"
She paused at the doorway and glanced at him over her shoulder. "Get some sleep, Freddie." And with that, she disappeared into the dark hallway of his apartment.
The anxiety welled up again, and his chest ached with sudden emptiness as he grabbed a few tissues from his nightstand and cleaned himself off. Once he discarded them in the nearby waste bin, the trembling started in his hands. Clumsily, he reached for his pills and the glass of water he kept next to the bed. Taking two, he willed the turmoil away, forced himself to calm down.
What's the matter, Freddie-boy? Worried your gal's not into you? That's old news, buddy.
"Shut up," he muttered to no one, replacing the cap on the pill bottle and tossing it to the floor.
Sienna probably cared about him in her own unspoken way.
Maybe.
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Freddie could barely look the physician in the eye as the older man finished the examination and wrote down a renewed prescription for his antianxiety medication.
"All right, son. Here you are. Just… try and take it easy," James Bordeaux suggested, seeming to mistake Freddie's reddened ears for overexertion.
Though "overexertion" could technically apply to the effects of Freddie's activities with the good doctor's daughter.
"Thanks, sir," Freddie mumbled as he took the slip of paper and hopped off the metal table. Walking just a tad too quickly out of the clinic, he ignored Jonas Palmer's curious stare and stuffed the prescription into his pocket. Upon reaching the empty corridor, he stopped to breathe a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that he and Sienna had been hiding their dating status; he just found it somewhat awkward that he happened to be banging the girl whose father was in charge of his healthcare.
Exhaling wearily, he wandered down the bright hallway and adjusted the collar of his Tunnel Snake jacket, which Butch DeLoria had recently bestowed to him. Butch and the gang were likely off causing trouble somewhere, and Freddie knew he'd have to make an appearance during one of their stunts soon to stay in their good favor. He thrived on the Tunnel Snake leader's acceptance, hooked on the rush of praise and positive reinforcement from his friends. Sure, it worried his folks, but after spending the majority of his adolescence as an outcast due to his brutish looks and below average intellect, he was just glad to find approval somewhere.
His eyes flickered to the time on his Pip-Boy, and he brightened when he realized Sienna would be heading out of her training session and into the electronics maintenance room right about now. With any luck, she'd be alone and might welcome his company. He changed course for the lower levels of the Vault, briefly wondering if his less than stellar G.O.A.T. scores would ever be sorted out enough for administration to assign him a profession. Until then, he might as well enjoy all his free time.
Susie Mack and Christine Kendall passed him on the stairwell as he headed down. The former sent him a peeved glower while the latter didn't even seem to notice him. He averted his eyes and kept descending the stairs, sensing Susie's persisting grudge against him for turning her down when she'd asked him out. Sienna wasn't exactly a hot commodity among their peers because of her unsettling personality, and losing out to the ice queen had been a proverbial slap in the face as far as Susie was concerned. At least, that was the word circulating around amidst all the Vault gossip.
Freddie frowned to himself as he continued his trek. He hadn't meant to offend Susie like that, but he couldn't help his long-time crush on Sienna. She stood out from the other girls not only in her exotic features, but also in her don't-take-shit-from-no-one mentality. She had been fist-fighting rivals with Butch since childhood, the only girl who had beaten him up on numerous occasions. Wally demonstrated more interest in her and her father's Vault status rather than her as a person, but he made no secret of his desire for that toned and tight body. As for Freddie…
He, too, had been lured in by her physical appearance, but his attraction had taken root during one of his nervous breakdowns. It had come from out of nowhere, striking when he'd been crossing the atrium on an errand. One moment he had been delivering a stack of papers, and the next he had dropped them in the middle of the floor, all his vitals in overdrive. Heart racing, palms clammy, vision darkening, he had fallen to one knee, clutching his head. The atrium walls had appeared to close in on him, and he would have passed out right there if it hadn't been for her.
"Just breathe," Sienna's honey-like voice had commanded in his ear.
She talked him through it, staying with him until he pulled himself together.
He fell for her after that.
And it had been a surprise when she'd accepted his later request to date each other. To this day, he still wasn't sure why she agreed to go out with an ape like him, but he never took her for granted. Count his blessings, as he liked to say.
Freddie slicked back his hair when he emerged into the corridor leading to his destination. The distant hum of machinery echoed over the metal walls as he strode toward the room at the end. Personally, he would have been happy with an assignment as a jukebox technician, especially since he had always wanted a personal radio to play music in his room. However, he didn't have the brains for learning his way around the components of electronics like Sienna did, and she'd scoffed at his wish for that type of device. The solitude down here was something he could get used to, but he knew she had been hoping to get an engineering position like Paul Hannon. Even so, the fact that she was now a mechanic impressed him to no end.
His boots fell lightly on the polished floor as he approached the maintenance room, a ready grin on his face. But as soon as he lifted an arm to hit the door switch, he paused. Over the mechanical sounds, he heard two distinct voices inside.
"So is there a reason you're bothering me while I'm trying to get my work done?" Sienna's muffled words penetrated the metal door, the annoyance clear in her tone.
"Like I said, when are you going to dump Freddie and give me a shot?" someone else, a male, demanded.
Freddie stiffened when he recognized the sharp timbre. Wally.
"Maybe when you stop being a pain in the ass," Sienna fired back. "I know you're only after me for the prestige of getting with the Vault doctor's kid or some shit, but newsflash: I work maintenance. There's no status here for you, Wally. So scram."
"Who the hell said that's what I was after? It's you I want."
Jeez, man. Some friend you are, trying to move in on my girl.
"Well, I already have a boyfriend so I'm not interested. For an irritatingly smart guy like yourself, you're pretty fucking stupid for not getting that through your head."
Freddie perked back up a little at her fidelity. He'd had his reservations about her loyalty to him, but hearing this helped to ease his mind. People could call her a bitch, but at least she wasn't a cheater or a slut.
"At least answer me this. Why are you even with Freddie?" Wally pressed.
Half a minute went by without a response. Freddie's stomach twisted again as the familiar weight of self-doubt hit him full force. His fingers clamped onto the hem of his jacket, wringing the material in one of his nervous mannerisms. This question was one he had been wondering himself, but never had the guts to ask.
Finally, Sienna answered. "Because he's a safe bet."
Freddie blinked in confusion, a sentiment Wally seemed to share.
"What's that even supposed to mean?" the other Tunnel Snake asked her.
"It means he's safe. The dude has so many anxiety issues that just looking at him wrong gets him unhinged, but he's so passive and dim-witted that he'll pretty much go along with anything I say. He's harmless."
That… stung. A stabbing sensation spread out from beneath his sternum as his idyllic vision of his misunderstood girlfriend shattered. The coldness permeated her actions through and through, and while he'd been aware that she didn't share his feelings, he'd had no idea this was what she truly thought of him.
Wally sounded unconvinced. "And this is ideal boyfriend material how?"
"I guess when you put it that way, he's not. But when he asked me out with those big brown eyes, even I couldn't refuse."
"So it's basically a pity relationship."
Freddie's knuckles went white, and his head reeled as bile rose in his throat. Say no, Sienna. Say that even though I'm boring, I'm a nice guy. Say that you're with me because you wanted to be…
Her harsh reply denied him that reprieve. "If that's what you wanna call it, sure."
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He leaned over the bathroom sink and focused on the spots of soap scum on the faucet as he tried to stop the turbulent waves of unease coursing through his psyche. A prickling notion knocked at the base of his skull, but he pushed it back, forbidding it from taking over. He employed all anti-stress techniques, from cadenced breathing to slow counting. They accomplished little, for he still cringed at the conversation reverberating in his memory.
The truth of Sienna's perspective had left him edgy, and he had to leave the lower level and hurry all the way back to his apartment before anyone witnessed his unstable state. It shouldn't have impacted him to that extent, but his reaction only proved how attached he'd become to her. His emotions rode on the border between adoration and fixation, and even he had no logical explanation for the development of that complex.
It simply existed.
Jittery fingertips pressed against the glass of the mirror, though he kept his line of sight lowered.
Tsk, tsk, Freddie-boy. Getting this worked up over some broad. Don't worry, she'll get what's coming to her.
"No," he said, the gears reversing in his head. "I knew this about Sienna when I asked her out. It's just how she is, and I can't blame her for being herself and having her own viewpoint."
Yeah, sure. She's toying with you, using you like a goddamn sex toy. She's never gonna love you. She's never gonna care about you.
He stilled. "It's… fine. This was kind of expected. It's okay if she doesn't like me that way."
Admit it. You're pissed as hell. You want her to see you as something more than some passive, dim-witted punk? Show her she's wrong. Teach her a lesson.
"No, and I'm not angry. I love her, and that's all that matters."
Don't believe you're fucking furious? Take a good look at yourself.
His eyes lifted to the mirror. "I'm not angry, I…"
All he saw was red.
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A/N: Yeesh, this isn't my regular fare of fiction, but I'm doing what I can to fulfill the parameters of the prompt. And also, this is the toned down version. You can find the more explicit version on my AO3 account (link on my profile). Thank you for reading, and if you have any comments or critiques for me, please let me know!
