AN: My first attempt at smut, hahaha. It's Charon x LW next chapter, promise. C:

Gob half-heartedly agreed to the Lost Wanderer's suggestion. It would be wise to get his mind off of what Nova was doing, and who she was doing it with. She didn't have standards, she was fucking lying. She just didn't like him. Which made Gob's self-confidence plummet even further, if that was even possible. In Capital Wasteland though, anything was possible—Megaton was perfect proof of that. He left the radio on loud, just in case they were still going at it when they came back.

"Mmm, just what I suspected," Nova spoke with a smirk as the door locked behind them. She knew he was exploiting him, but what could she say? She wanted a taste of whatever this ghoul was willing to give. Nothing about this was gentle, but she assumed the aggression towards he was the aggression he couldn't take out on his precious little vault girl. That was fine for her though, she loved men like him. Dominant, fierce, and as they were ripping your clothes off—fucking sexy as hell, even if they looked dead. He was very, very much alive.

The air had cooled as they exited the saloon. Like the gentleman he really tried to be, Gob held the door open for the young girl. They both had it in for one of the two people in the room they were in together, and the fact the one person each of them wanted was with someone else—It made Gob's blood boil, and it made Ezra's heart drop to her stomach. She didn't even know when exactly she developed feelings. They had this strange- attraction, akin to magnets when they first met. Actually, she remembered it perfectly; he had saved her from a centaur after all her ammo was gone. That night, she remembered distinctly them talking. He was telling her about life before the bombs fell. Wordlessly the duo walked down near the now stable bomb.

"Oh fuck…" Charon's words came out through gritted teeth as one of his gloved fists tangled itself into Nova's unruly locks. This was too fucking good, and what made it better was… He was picturing his employer doing it. That doll-like face going down on him, oh god it was enough to make him climax. He held off though, he had to… He had a feeling that if he didn't please this girl she'd run and tell his boss all about it. Granted, it was probably obvious to Ezra—that didn't mean he wanted it being told in detail. Pulling her off of him he through her under the bed where he began, like an animal to its prey—devoured her in every sense of the word. His mouth closing over one of her nipples as his gloved hand roughly played with the other one, before travelling lower.

"So how've things been since Moriarty's been gone?" The young girl smiled as they took a seat at the Brass Lantern, her smile faded slightly as he shrugged.

"It's nice not getting beaten all the time," His rough voice responded before cracking his head back.

"Hello friends!"

The jolly green giant that was Fawkes came in and took a seat right next to the pale girl, "And how are my friends on this fine evening? I thought we were to meet at the watering hole and have a celebratory round?" His voice was confused as he noticed his friends looking rather… Not necessarily distraught so much as—lost. It was strange to see the very optimistic girl so downtrodden. Tilting his head he patted her shoulder gently, resulting in a weak smile from the former vault-dweller.

"Don't worry I'll be fine."

"Mm… Oh god, please… Don't stop!" Nova screamed as Charon relentlessly assaulted her with his tongue and fingers, his mouth closed over that special bundle of nerves. His eyes watched her as her back arched as she continued moaning. She had no idea a ghoul could be this good in bed, she was delirious. She could barely concentrate, and that's when she called for him. "Please… Fuck me," She begged, and the ghoul obliged as he stood up, pulling her by her thighs towards him. Without warning he slammed inside of her, his girth stretching her as she cried out in pleasure, his cold eyes closing in pleasure as he pictured being inside that auburn haired girl. To him this was the closest to Ezra he'd get, so he had to take it.

The night began to lighten up for the trio dining at the Golden Lantern, lighthearted chatter over frivolous things. It was the kind of chatter needed to get Gob and Ezra's mind off of the issue at hand. Fawkes in his meta-human wisdom, avoided topics involving both Nova and Charon—which to some may seem uncharacteristic, as he always talked about what concerned him. It was best to let sleeping dogs lie though.

"I'm quite delighted by the friendliness and hospitality of this area, Ezra—how long are we staying here for?" The self proclaimed meta-human spoke with concern. He truly didn't want to leave, this area was quaint, and not everyone wanted him dead. He at least wanted to stay a couple days, maybe there were some errands they could do… Surely there had to be something!

"Probably a few days, I have some errands to do around here for a few friends—still have to fix the water pipes," The young girl spoke with a smile, which made Gob glance over at her. He questioned her, but was delightful when she nodded in agreement. He needed some friends right now.
The Lost Wanderer was one of the closest 'friends' he had here.

Charon wasted no time in slamming into Nova repeatedly as she cried out his name. He loved being in control, with each ragged slam driving deeper into the prostitute. He was primal right now, he was angry—and he didn't even have a reason to be. Other than the one he wanted beneath him—would probably never be there. His low growls making Nova's head spin as she continued calling out his name in pleasure. She was there, oh god she was right there—and so was Charon. There was no possible way he could hold out much longer. He came with a guttural groan, the Lost Wanderer's name falling from his lips as Nova called out his. Suddenly his eyes widened and he realized his mistake.

"We'll stay as long as we're wanted," The Lost Wanderer reassured Gob with a smile, "As soon as you all want us gone—consider us lost." She had no idea if the ghoul wanted them here, merely because of Charon and Nova's 'business' going on. The business that was slowly killing Gob, no matter how hard he tried to say he was fine with it. She knew if he had the caps—he'd make it so she'd never have to sleep around for cash again. The vault girl felt bad, she didn't know much about love—but she knew whatever the bartender felt, it was passionate—however one sided it may have been. It was real to him.

Nova hated the idea with sleeping with ghouls, so much so that she ended up sleeping with Charon. Maybe she was just guarding herself. It made sense, the only people who received more glares than ghouls themselves were ghoul lovers. As the tri o finished their meal, Gob and Fawkes talked about heading to the saloon.

"Are you going to come with us, Miss Ezra?" Fawkes questioned his employer with a curious tilt of his head as she shook her head. Standing up, she stretched before responding properly.

"I'll be out for about a half hour more, and then I'll be back at the saloon, don't you boys worry."

That was all they needed apparently, because after that statement they immediately exited the establishment.

A knowing grin played its way on the red-haired woman's face. So her suspicions were quite accurate. The ghoul had it bad for the pint-sized revolutionary. Not that she expected anything to ever come of it, but she got what she wanted… Which was to be thoroughly fucked by the red-haired ghoul, and by god—he did it, and if Charon was ever going to end up with his little employer? Well, she was in experienced, albeit rough hands. As they lay down, they didn't bother cuddling—both of them had different people on their minds. Nova had—Two, in particular. Jericho, and Gob. She liked them both…. So much more than she had thought she did. Gob was a sweet kid, but Jericho… There was a fire, the same fire that attracted her to the little vault girl's bodyguard. She felt horrible, but she couldn't resist what she wanted.

Fawkes and Gob entered the saloon, Fawkes ordering a shot of vodka. A few minutes later Jericho followed in, prepared to shoot the large mutant—Gob however, somehow broke through that thick thing Jericho called a skull, and talked some sense into the aging raider. Fawkes called him a vast assortment of things that the wastelander didn't understand, Neanderthal being the most confusing one for the older man. The aging raider grew violent with the more the 'meta-human' spoke.

At least he did until the familiar scent filled the air, footsteps coming down the stairs. A smirk grew on his face as he saw his favorite prostitute, Nova. She sauntered over to him, not even caring that she'd just been with the ghoul. As her arms casually wrapped around his shoulders, her eyes looked to Gob, and suddenly she felt remorseful. Maybe she shouldn't have slept with Charon, or at least eyed him in front of the other ghoul. Regardless, it was her profession—and the bartender knew that.

"Mmm, why don't you save that anger for the bedroom Jericho?" She defended the super mutant the only way she knew how, and he agreed, handing her the necessary amount of caps. Another sigh escaped Gob's mouth, and at this point the red-head looked at him, mouthing the words 'I'm sorry'. She didn't even do anything wrong, but… Oh how she felt like she did. She felt like she betrayed the poor bastard.

Charon didn't come down the stairs again for another drink, even as his employer came back into the saloon. He just laid on the bed contemplating the events leading up to this. Sure he had always thought his employer had quite the body but he never thought of himself being that attracted to her. He knew where the pent up aggression came from. She thought nothing of holding his often times gloved hand, or—on the off chance hugging him, but that was her nature. As much as he didn't want to read into things, he did. Which was why out of frustration he ended up sleeping with Nova, and he thought he'd have better control because he got it out of his system. Oh how that was just the tip of the iceberg though. He was still very much in need of release, and he had a feeling he would never be satiated until he got the one he was lusting after so profusely.

"Strange, I thought I heard Jericho," The young girl spoke as she entered the saloon.

"You did, and thank god Nova brought him away," Fawkes retorted with a roll of his eyes, "That uncouth, uncivilized miscreant is a shame to this lovely town." Gob just shrugged, clearly still damaged by the fact that Nova slept with Charon, yet refused to even look at him. Honestly, the Lone Wanderer felt bad for him. He was a great guy, he deserved love. He just was unlucky, extremely unlucky.

"So where's Charon?" She inquired with a tilt of her head. It was pretty empty, then again- it was closing time soon enough. At the lack of response she looked up the stairs, the door to the room the two normally shared was open. Fawkes always got a separate room, claimed he had insomnia and didn't want to bother the other two whilst he read. This was fine by her, different strokes for different folks.

"Uh… So… I'm gonna hit they hay... Good night guys?" The former vaultie glanced at the two guys who nodded; both had their lips wrapped around beer bottles. She'd leave them to their liquor. Heading up the creaky stairs, she heard Jericho's coarse groans, and Nova's loud moaning. She just laughed and shook her head, her amber eyes closing slightly as she opened the door, thinking he was asleep and closing it quickly. Glancing up she saw Charon laying there with only a sheet covering him. His eyes watching her like the piece of meat he currently saw her as.

"Uh… Are you okay..?" She bit her lip, backing up slightly.
Something was going to happen, and she wasn't sure she could hold him back.