AN: So, this is the last part of the story that I wrote before I realized this was going to turn into an actual, real story. Enjoy!

Part Three

POV – Danse

Everywhere that I touched Quinn was fire… and pain. The feeling of my body against his own was something that I'd been thinking about for some time. The feeling of our bodies together, now that I knew what an abomination I was… it was guilt incarnate. Quinn deserved more than what I had to offer. I'd thought, when he first woke, that his screaming had been a nightmare about me. About what I was.

I'd been lying beside him for hours, but sleep wasn't coming to me. He held me tight, and just the proximity of him made me feel like I was being engulfed in flames. Guilt and desire were unbidden dance partners, and they moved to the beat of my thundering heart. I'd had to strip down just to keep myself from bursting into flames, and doing so had only caused more problems. Even in his sleep, Quinn seemed to know that my bare flesh had been exposed. His fingers skimmed along my chest, greedily touching my exposed skin, and it had caused me to tremble. I'd rolled over after a few minutes of this, and his hands pulled me tighter. He snuggled his face against my neck, breathing in my scent… and I'd let my fingers spill upward. I touched his strong arms, his soft hair, the rugged line of his jaw. My fingers shook as I did it – all that I knew was roughness, and I was afraid of waking him.

It was as I'd slowly allowed my arms to spill around him that he started to whimper. It wasn't a sexy sound – it was pain. He was muttering, and then he was screaming. He was screaming my name.

I moved in a quick motion, but it wasn't quick enough. His fingers lashed out, connecting with my jaw. I groaned, but moved to pin him down – once, twice, his fists lashed out against the wall… and then he screamed my name again. It was only after I'd called out to him twice that his eyes had flown open. I could tell that, for a moment, he wasn't with me. He was somewhere else, in the embrace of his Nightmare.

I was so afraid that the nightmare had been me… but that wasn't the case.

The way that he squirmed beneath me now though? It told me a completely different story. Whatever circuits ran my mind were in overdrive, because all of the careful control that I'd taught myself through all of the years that I'd existed… it was fading away. I could feel his body hard and taut against me, his arousal answering my own. His green eyes were burning, and his full lips were actually trembling in need.

"Danse…" He squirmed his body against mine, whimpering and writhing. "Please? Danse…" Just the way that he called my name – I was the cause of his nightmare, even if he didn't realize it. The amount of concentration that it took to restrain myself from simply spilling down against him was a tangible thing – I could feel my body sheened with sweat from the exertion. Still, I tried. Quinn was better than this. He deserved more than a synth, more than whatever I was. I felt guilt unbidden, rushing across my senses. His body arced up again, and I felt his cock hard against my pelvis. Desire chased the guilt away with biting, fierce teeth, and I could no longer help myself. I leaned down, and I felt his lips hungry against my own, his tongue lapping in time with my heavy kiss. I knew that I had no idea how to approach this – I hadn't been with a man before. All sexual encounters that I'd had were quick, to the point, and they'd never involved kiss, or real touch. This was another animal altogether. I wanted to control the moment, to be in charge, but Quinn's body seemed hungry to take the wheel.

Even with my hands pinning his own, I could feel it as he began to work. His tongue beat against mine, and when he whimpered against my mouth, I let out a near animal growl. Hungrily, I bit against his lower lip again, bringing his lower body up to thrust against me, begging and wanton. The feel was so good that my free hand ran down between us, grabbing his hips and pulling him close to me. I could feel his body jerk with the movement, with my heavy handed need, but there was no more room for guilt. There was only a need so strong that it blinded me – I was lost in a sea of green that was Quinn's eyes, and a pounding pulse of red that was my need to feel his skin against my own. My fingers moved quickly, ripping away at the Brotherhood of Steel uniform that he still wore, so that it flapped around his hips... I'd seen Quinn's bare flesh before, but it was slick with sweat, and his chest was heaving with need… and I couldn't help myself.

I dove my head down, and it gave him the opportunity that he needed – he twisted his wrist, pulling from my grip, and his fingers spilled forward. Graceful digits tangled into my long, messy hair, and he pulled my face closer to his skin. My mouth was a hungry beast, and I kissed at his chest, tasting the sweet salt of his sweat. I had only worked for a moment before Quinn groaned and pulled me back up to his lips. I was losing my control – both of the situation and of my needs. His fingers were directing me now, and when he put his lips against my own, I was lost to his guidance.

I'd been a Paladin for so long, a high ranked officer who was in charge of showing others the way. Quinn had shown me from the beginning that I still had things to learn. I could tell from the way that his hands roamed over my chest, the way that his lip parted hungrily, that he was going to show me more.

My body was aching, on fire. Whether it was my human frame or my coding, I felt like I was melting from the inside out. I was ready for this.

His tongue played a sweet tango against mine, and I could feel my heart hammering in tune with it – my fingers moved to slip along his arms, down his sides… and to touch the leggings of his Brotherhood uniform; I had a feeling that he was only still wearing it to comfort me. Now, more than anything, I simply wanted him to take it off so that I could have a peek at what was underneath.

My fingers tugged at the fabric, and I found myself incapable of formulating the words that were necessary to make my request. Instead, a low, feral growl spilled from my throat, causing Quinn to squirm in pleasured delight.

"Roger that, big guy." His voice was a tease, but he made quick work of squirming out of the uniform, so that only a pair of tight black shorts barred my gaze from the fullness of his body. I growled out in desire, my fingers plucking at that black fabric, hand eagerly feeling his hardness beneath.

"Oh, fu-" There was a loud bang, and I saw his eyes flare wide. "Fucking God Damn it, REALLY?" Quinn was moving beneath me in a blur of motion that caused my head to whip to the side. I saw the super mutants through the half window. I jumped to my feet.

My body was still hard, aching – my uniform flapped around my hips, while Quinn's laid discarded beside us. He picked up a glow sighted pistol and I watched as the breath left his body. He took aim as though the very world around him slowed down, but even as he did, I knew that his gun alone wasn't going to be enough. I wasn't in my power armor, but I was still going to help.

My own gun was somewhere away from us, and I dove to Quinn's stockpile. It was beneath his jacket that I found the gun that I'd given him after our first mission together – Righteous Authority, I'd called me. It was pristine, clearly taken care of. I'd never seen him use the thing; Quinn always had a pistol at his side. Still… I could tell that he'd cared for the gun. I would talk to him about it later. For now, I picked it up – it felt right in my fingers. With a savage grin, I turned to the super mutants.

"Back to Hell with you then!" My finger pulled the trigger before I'd had a chance to even assess if my aim was correct. I was furious – furious that they'd interrupted us, furious that I wasn't sure if I was going to have the nerve to continue what Quinn and I had started. Those bastards were going to pay.

With my Brotherhood uniform flapping around my hips, I ran through the passageway, keeping my body carefully in between Quinn and the mutants. "To Hell with you all!" I shouted the words, and I could hear it as Quinn's pistol began to fire behind me.

I was always impressed with his ability to annihilate such large creatures, even with something so small as a pistol. Every time I looked, he was cramming another gun into his bag – sometimes, I had to help him carry them because of the weight. I could see that he was making fair use of it now – he took a few shots through the window, and then came barreling around the corner after me.

He was always headstrong, ready to run into anything. Usually, I had my power armor to defend him with. Now, I only had my body – just a machine, useless without his parts. I brought Righteous Authority up and aimed. It only took me a second to locate my target.

In the back of the mutants, lurking ominously, I could see the suicider. The red beep of the nuke in his hand threatened to annihilate us all at a moment's notice. I wasn't having any of it. I swung my gun to the left and shot the arm holding the nuke. With a scream of fury, it exploded.

The blowback rocked me for a moment, though I could still hear Quinn firing his gun. He had his sights in his mind, and nothing would deter him from carrying out his shots. It took me a moment to clear my senses, and as soon as the dust began to settle, I pulled the gun up again. A hound was charging straight at Quinn – I simply wasn't going to have it. The man was a Stimpak addict, willing to take whatever damage necessary to get the job done. His recklessness always led to victory, but the sight of ragged wounds on his body set me on edge. In two quick shots, the hounds head exploded in a wash of blood, and I moved to position myself slightly in front of Quinn on his left.

The fight raged on for longer than I'd wanted, and Quinn had managed to soak in more than a few bullets. After a time, though, the gunfire settled – all that was left of the mutants was piles of flesh and glowing red ash. My heart was thundering, and I could feel the sweat slicking down my frame, tinging now with dirt and blood. I turned to look at Quinn, and a small groan escaped me.

Blood and sweat streaked his chest, and I could see where he'd been hit multiple times by the attackers. His fingers fumbled against his sides, and I knew that he was looking for the usual stimpak supply he kept at his side. When he couldn't find them, he took a small breath and leaned against the wall. His lean, well-muscled body was slicked and glistening… and I had to tear my gaze away from him.

"I'm going to disable the elevator, and then we'll check out your wounds." I didn't give him a chance to argue. I kicked aside an arm and moved to the elevator panel; no super mutant that I knew could hack a system. After a moment, I turned my attention back to Quinn. He was leaning with his head back against the wall, his eyes closed. For a moment, I was worried that he was hurt. I rushed to him, surprised at my speed without the clunking power armor slowing me down. I was at his side before I'd even drawn a full breath.

"Are you all right?"

He opened one eye and I could see the frustration there. Blood graced the corner of his mouth, and I saw a cut on his high cheekbone. His full lips turned into a pout, and he grumbled. "Those bastards totally killed the mood."

My eyes widened, and I heard laughter spill from my lips before I could stop it. Here, slicked in sweat and blood, our bodies half nude… the thrill of battle still in the air… and he was worried about my sexual appetites.

I wondered, should I tell him that I hadn't lost anything – in fact, seeing him in the dim light, his body sheening with perspiration and his chest heaving… well, it made me want him all the more. His comment made me bite my tongue – if he thought the mood was ruined, I wasn't going to bring it back up. Instead, I put one arm around him, pulling him to his feet.

"I think there's a medkit in the other room. Let's get you patched up."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" He muttered again, but put his arm around my shoulder and let me lead him away from the carnage of the mutant attack that had so rudely interrupted our encounter.

Goddamn super mutant bastards indeed.