Lots of violence and blood, groping too...

Enjoy!


The Raiders appeared to be yelling and arguing with one another, indicating with their fingers in all directions. Lost, she assumed they were, but their guns at their sides and backs meant they wouldn't allow their misdirection to leave them vulnerable. There were seven she counted, two girls whom where trailing behind the men, their eyes looking for any danger on the darkening hills and crumbling neighborhood. Scouts, she guessed. Well maybe not just scouts, she imagined for a moment all five male Raiders taking their turns with the two girls. What a mess, she determined.

Little Miss Vaultie jiggled her sniper impatiently, the anticipation of a kill was begining to make its way into her spine and she shivered. Behind her Charon had already cocked his shotgun at the ready and sat with it pointing up at the roof casually, he leaned back on a metal crate. His eyes began to hood as he waited, his thoughts beginning to wander to a certain smoothskin. He grazed his eyes down her form quickly as she crouched over her sniper setup. Yes, she was certainly more then a temptation, but he skillfully removed the thought of bending her over and fucking her in plain view of those Raiders. It wouldn't be wise to be thinking of that while they had guns pointed at them.

The Ghoul let out a low grumble and narrowed his eyes looking out the window, even though from his position he couldn't see much. His smoothskin gave him a quick glance over her shoulder. Without a word from her she fired the first shot.

The dirty skinned Raider wouldn't have known before it happened, but his head exploded into chunks as the .50 caliber round dug into his skull. Blood splattered over the Raiders that were closest to him. No gasps came from the group as they quickly assumed positions and began firing, some finding cover behind junked cars and thick bushes. One suffered the same fate as the first as part of his head flew off with the force of the girls bullet hitting its mark.

She cheered herself, "Yea! Take that you cunts!" She fired another shot at one of the women. 101 saw that Charon had already made it downstairs and was putting a final bullet into a Raider's chest. "That's it. That's it!" he growled charging towards the last two male Raiders taking bullets in both his shoulders. He recoiled slightly, balancing himself then blasting each of those ugly mugs off the Raiders heads. Even in pain he grinned with a violent fervor. " Oh yeah..." he exhaled these words slowly.

She heard Charon's familiar grunt of pain and after seeing the last two female Raiders run off into the night, she herself ran down the creaky stairs to check on the Ghoul.

He turned around heading to the entrance of the house as he heard her clamor down the steps. Without her Pipboy light on she nearly bounced into him in the dark. "Charon, where did they get you?!", she was gasping he figured as she ran her hands over his chest and arms checking him for injuries. The sensations, even painful ones where eliciting a different kind of response down below. He grunted when her prodding fingers nearly dipping into one of his gun shot wounds.

"Watch it!", he hissed and stepped back from her. "Sorry...", her voice came out meek, ironic for how she was just moments ago, lost in the passion of killing. He became annoyed all of a sudden by her concern over him. With a swiftness that only Charon could manage in his condition he brushed her aside and made his way up to their base.

She stood in the darkness with a frown, hearing his almost inaudible grumbles as he went upstairs. This was one of those cold moments. She pondered on his reaction, her back against the wooden panels of the house. Charon was complicated..she sighed twiddling her thumbs. She knew he would be fine, he had been shot many times, and all had been healed quickly by the radiation in the dirty water they carried.

A small giggled erupted from her as she remember the look on his face last time he got banged up. He sat in a radiated puddle with his armed crossed looking like he was waiting for a bus.

Her smile remained as she slowly waltz up the stairs with a little sway in her hips.

When she caught sight of him he was sitting in the corner pouring the dirty bottled water into his wounds. His face stayed steady but she knew it must still hurt even though it could very well have been the 300th time he'd been shot. She stood looking over at him a moment before nearly falling on a filthy mattress against the far wall. A cloud of dust rose around her from the impact and she heaved a sigh, fluttering her bangs over her forehead. At least it didn't smell too terrible she figured, in her peripherals she saw Charon begin to carefully peel his leather armor off his shoulders and down his waist where the material bunched up and creased.

His body beneath the armor she remembered being very rough but much of his skin on his left and middle still remained, just now, it didn't feel like skin any more.

The Ghoul sat cross legged slumped over as he felt his back awkwardly, one bullet went right through him, the other though, he grimaced, was lodged near his collar bone. It would have to be removed. Though he didn't stand the risk of possibly fucking up the bullet extraction and bleeding out, but he still wasn't looking forward to the pain of digging the fucker out. His bloody fingers gripped his hunting knife, he yanked it out of its sheath with a 'ting'.

"What are you doing?" her voiced sounded to him as if she already knew what he was doing, of course she did, she wasn't stupid. Something he found out early on, despite his first impression. He only looked over in her direction briefly, "One didn't exit...", he placed the tip of the knife against the oozing hole, "..logically it needs removing."

She watched with wide eyes as he pushed his knife into the hole almost two inches deep, quickly he slipped it out of his muscle and gave himself another slice the opposite way. He prided himself on not making a single sound, he couldn't stop the look on his face however. He bared his teeth and suppressed a groan throwing the knife across the room behind him. Quickly his fingers pressed into the newly enlarged hole.

"Stop!", she nearly screamed the word. He began dead still at her command, fingers just about to enter. Slowly he looked over at her, she was leaning towards him and quickly she scampered over, dropping down in front of him. Her hands lifted up to his wound and he could see them shaking.

"My fingers are smaller then yours...I've..done this before..." It looked like he raised his brow in a strange expression, one of curiosity maybe. His eyes roamed over her small digits, soon they were dark and sticky with his blood as she fished in his body for the bullet, with one finger she felt the hard bullet nestled in a bundle of nerves. She could feel his heavy hot breath on her face and neck as she figured it hurt like hell.

She slipped two fingers deep down in the gash and began to pull at the slippery piece of metal. Charon let out a low groan, she even heard his teeth grate together. "I'm sorry.." Two fingers wasn't going to cut it. She held back her own feelings of guilt and pushed one finger from her other hand in, with her three fingers working together she gently gripped the bullet and eased it out, careful to not let it slip back in. "Fuck..me..!", he heaved forward with her as she got the bullet free and let it drop to the floor with a 'clank'.

Blood poured out his shoulder and he hunched over her, burying his face in her shoulder. Each breath he drew in became more relaxed. His hands clamped down on her thighs. Her body tensed allowing him to ease some of his weight on her. The Vault girl gave a sad smile and touched him tentatively, not wanting to smear blood over him any more then what was already present. Within reach she picked up a half full bottle of dirty water and poured it slowly over the large gaping mess. She felt his lips straighten against the crook of her neck as it more then likely stung like a mother bitch, but like always she watched the flesh and muscle begin to heal at an alarming rate. Blood still trickled from both wounds slightly.

In her act of bathing the larger of the two wounds she barely noticed as the Ghoul began nipping at her skin, licking and nipping. The act sent a sharp sensation of want right down her body, the hands on her thighs squeezed almost painfully. How could he have any energy after that she wondered, but the thought quickly vanished as one of his hands left her thigh to massage one soft breast.

Into her neck he hissed dangerously, "I'm going to fuck you.....right..now."