Trigger warning in this one out of curtesy. Everyone involved is of legal and sound minded consent but the roleplay scene they are undertaking walks a fine-line in the rape fetish region.

He'd thought long and hard about this next scene and his commitment to it.

Finding something to please his partner that was also a bit adventurous and stretching his normal boundaries was the aim – it's what they'd talked about the day this all started.

A scenario had presented itself to him one afternoon. He'd discovered his attention to opportunity had developed at interesting angles since this roleplay had begun and he'd been watching his lover speak with another of their little social circle.

Something about the way their eyes lingered between each other brought a wave of possessiveness and jealousy to him and in that was a peculiar sense of desire.

He wondered what would come of exploring that desire further and so after weeks of internal debate and then finally plucking up enough courage to approach their companion, Nick made his arrangements and left a message to his partner.

A note outlined the scenario; the trap that 'Mr Valentine' had set for her in Goodneighbor with 'Goldie' while a holotape made for her ears only left her in no doubt as to who Goldie was.

Now he just needed to wait in the old State House and see if she would show.

He had mixed feelings. A large, more romantically inclined part of him wanted to keep her to himself. Another, newly discovered part of him wanted to see her with another.

Her arrival had sparked the excitement part of him though he trained his features and demeanour well in front of their 'guest'. She made a point of brushing past him with a smile before greeting and joining the other in the cage.

Seemed there wouldn't be any awkward small talk before they got to it after all – another thing Nick had been conscious of.

He took a seat opposite trying to find his character in this scene as Goldie 'grabbed her.'

"Well, well lookit what rolled up. I'm thinkin' we can have a fun night with this one."

His face brushed over her shoulder holding her back to his chest, her wrists held in just one of his hands. He looked every inch the predator that'd just caught a long sought after prey as she tried in vain to pull away.

The grin drew out showing a large number of teeth. It was difficult to work out if he was actually 'in character' or not given how smoothly he fit the role. Nick decided quickly however that it was definitely 'in' character. Hancock was many things but while occasional torture may be deemed 'necessary' he knew this was a man who wouldn't even pretend to threaten sexual force on a genuine victim. It just wasn't his nature.

"Get your paws off me you crook!" his lover snapped at him, a snarl directed to the ghoul.

"Sorry darlin', but I don't think we'll be letting you leave so soon. You still owe us for all the trouble you've been causin'."

The ghoul tugged her back into his lap as he took a seat and Nick had been so focused on the tongue running over his lover's neck that he'd not even noticed the point at which Hancock had removed his belt to now bind her arms with.

Her act was one of a struggle but Nick recognised the moans on her breath to be sounds of need and pleasure.

Hancock's mouth travelled the plains of her throat and jaw with no fear of getting his teeth involved when he found a soft, sensitive section of skin to nibble at. One of his arms held her on his lap whilst the other ventured up along her torso groping at each breast before settling on which he wanted to fondle.

The man's skin was rough and Nick had to wonder what it must feel like to have the knots of tight, burnt flesh rubbing against her nipple in this way. By the sounds she made, it felt good enough.

It only took one hand for the ghoul to undress her and all the while he remained with her seated in his lap. He'd not just done this before. He'd done this many times before.

Her last remaining vestments were discarded to the side and she held her legs together tightly as his gnarled hand stroked along her thigh.

"C'mon now darlin'. I'm jus' tryin' to be a good host to an uninvited guest but if ya keep misbehavin' I'm gonna have ta put you in your place."

Nick didn't miss the flicker of excitement that shivered over her features at his words, nor did he miss the effect that gravelly threat had on his own loins – and he wasn't even the one sat in the ghoul's arms!

He sat back crossing one leg over the other and pointedly ignored the flash of amused triumph in Hancock's eyes.

"Bite me!" she spat at him coaxing a low, hungry growl from the depths of his throat.

"Oh, I will. But not until you apologise for all the trouble you've been makin'," he responded with both promise and threat to his tone.

Before Nick could guess at what he intended from that his lover had been thrown sideways over the ghoul's lap, a yelp of surprise airing from her and a hand caressing her exposed rear.

Rough skin ran over smooth in wide circles giving her a moment to become accustomed to her new position before the first loud slap sounded out into the quiet basement. A gasp of surprised pain drew from her lips and Nick's eyes widened pinning Hancock sharply.

There was no move in those black eyes to acknowledge the synth and yet Nick knew that somehow the ghoul was watching him, taking note of his posture and responses.

Not a touch or a whisper had been placed upon the detective and yet he could feel his body jolt to an intense and urgent arousal. Somehow the ghoul had just known that this would get him going, had known just what buttons to press, how and when.

Nick could feel rather than see that Hancock was getting off on the fact that he had the both of them aching and wanting and the thought both maddened and aroused him. He'd fully expected to sit and watch from the side-lines as his lover was pleasured. But it seemed like the ghoul had plans of his own.

Another slap reached the synth's ears and he fought to control the depth of his breathing.

Between each sharp lash from his palm came a gentle stroke. The familiar circular motion across her buttocks and the indecent touch of his fingers over her swelling mound. Nick could see that she wanted to part her legs, give him access, but that her character resented doing so.

"Are ya gonna apologise yet?" he asked her, his fingers parting the lips of her womanhood idly so that the cool air could play upon her heat.

Her teeth clenched, her hair chaotic about her flushed face.

"You've got to be kidding me! – AGH!"

Another firm spanking resulted, her cheeks pink and swollen and with each stroke he would allow his fingers to dip and slide teasingly along her slit as he drew back his hand for another strike. The melody of pain and pleasure sung in smooth rhythm until she caved to his greater will.

"Alright! Alright I'm sorry!"

"Hm? What was that? I couldn't make it out against the sound of your pretty cries," the ghoul grinned leaning over her.

"I said I'm sorry," she repeated, the humility finding its place in her.

Rough fingers threaded through her tangle of hair drawing her head and shoulders back. He looked very pleased with himself as he ran a hand down along her torso emphasizing the stretch of lean muscle and flesh available to the synth that was having a difficult time to keep from biting his own lip.

"Now there's a good girl. How about we play nice now huh?"

Placing her down to her knees carefully Hancock stood giving her a moment to shake off the blood rush from being upside down as he pulled his own clothing loose.

He held no shame of the display of damaged flesh and wasted tissue and while he wasn't as much to look at these days Nick couldn't say he'd lost all of his youthful beauty. His frame still held a captivating posture with his stance and charisma and the light muscle was tight and firm – the well used body of a man still in his prime despite the obvious ravages of ghoulification.

Her breathing was still uneven as she looked up at him, her eyes moving to his face before lowering to the obvious task before her.

Hancock's orders were simple and precise and he spoke with an air of command few would dare to challenge.

Nick watched as his lover's tongue licked over the swell of another man's arousal, his own loins burning with a fierce jealousy.

His taste filled her mouth, the fingers in her hair guiding her movements. Her tongue drew along his mottled shaft seeming to find interest in the texture there and Nick lowered his eyes along her form noting how her hips lightly rocked. He suspected she too was guessing at what it would feel like to have such heated textures within.

Once again a possessiveness raged within him giving his shoulders cause to set and his jaw to clench tightly. His own manhood fought to stand firm and erect against the confines of fabric and muscle as he adjusted his legs to hold himself tighter.

And the ghoul didn't miss a second of it.

Hancock was dominating and it ignited every instinct Nick had to challenge and outdo him. And the ghoul knew it. He played on those instincts like the fine strings of an ancient harp daring Nick to make a move.

She moaned softly around the length within her mouth, aware that as she worked 'Goldie' finished off removing his own clothes. The situation felt tense and the scent of the air was already growing thick with their heat.

It was surprising how Hancock could be harsh and gentle both in his movements. Her head was drawn back by her hair and there was no mistake that she was to release him, her tongue already mourning the loss of his flavour, and all the while he made sure that his strict motions did not cause her any harm.

If Nick could be described as the firm, persuasive lover who used his strength as a cradle and a tool to mould her body as he melted her down with the sound of his voice and the gentle touch of his lips. Then Hancock would be better described as a rough and sensitive lover. The kind of man who push his bed mate to the brink of their limit, devouring their senses and guiding them to new realms of pleasure.

Both had their appeal and she was eager to taste the effects of both.

It was easy to play submissive to the ghoul mayor. His experience and manner ruled over whatever area he chose to be in and became ever more apparent the more comfortable he was with his acts and setting.

It was also easy to see the effects their little performance was having on Nick. Hancock drew her up to him, returning her to his lap and she complied wholly as he parted her legs with a hand running down each of her thighs.

She let a gasp of barely controlled desire escape from her breast when his fingers brushed over her clit and stroked her leisurely before her true lover's eyes. Nick was a man that valued his self-control and public appearance but sometimes that sense of how he 'should be' strangled out the small joys he could be letting into his life.

She wondered how much it would take for the two of them to break through that wall of his and coax him into enjoying more of himself even in the safety of their private little circle.

"There's a good girl," the rough voice purred into her ear. "See how much better things are when we play nice. Why don't you let us know what you're feelin' mm?"

"A-ah!"

He demanded and she complied. If he wanted for her voice in return for these blissful touches then she would fill the air with sound knowing that every moan and whimper would be heard by her lover sat only feet away from them.

Black eyes met with burning amber ones. Nick could feel the more heated of his emotions fuelling the building pyre within him as he watched those fingers explore domains only he could previously lay claim to.

Her body was shifted, her womanhood exposed and damp before his eyes yet it was another man's length that now stroked against her. Her hips moved to grind against him, the sensation of the curves and tangles of hardened flesh against her delicate nub both new and pleasurable.

It wasn't long before his shaft glistened with her moisture and a taunting smile played upon the ghoul's features. His gaze did not once part from the detective's when his tip pressed to and then ventured into her.

He felt her tense and arch against his touch. Heard her pleasure expressed without restraint and sensed the exact moment that Nick's restraint snapped. The only thing holding the synth to his seat now was him trying decide what to do.

"Nice.." Hancock purred. "Very nice… You feel great doll. But we're jus' getting' started. I think you still owe old Valentine over there a little.. 'compensation' for some of the stunts you've pulled."

Shuttered eyes and a flushed face turned to look to the synth as he stood and took in the sight before him. She looked gorgeous. She looked ready and he wanted her.

The hot glow of his eyes focused on her from beneath the brim of his hat and she shivered in response her lips already parting impatiently for his taste.

There was just something about the knowledge of being desired that intensely and he captured her chin between his thumb and finger forcing her to look up at him, wanting to enjoy that emotion in her eyes a little longer.

A smirk cocked his lips and his length was exposed. He no longer cared that the ghoul too could make an appreciative evaluation of it. It was her mouth that he cared for and releasing her from his grasp it is her mouth that dutifully began to work on him, suckling upon his tip before taking him in.

He could not restrain the sigh of relief as her head began to motion back and forth around him. Nor could he keep himself from threading his fingers through her hair, holding lightly to her skull while his own hips fell into a comfortable pattern with her.

The vibrations of her voice surrounded him and he could feel every moan caused by the ghoul's administrations tingle against the sensitive nerves of his tip. His own husky voice joined her sweet melody filling the basement of the Old State House with every evidence of their deeds.

He had to wonder how many of the neighbourhood watch were listening in on them and was surprised to find that only added to his aroused state.

Cool air caressed his dampened loins and he felt her body pulled back and away from him. Nick opened his eyes to see the ghoul once again shifting her position atop his own.

He had withdrawn from her and was now stroking his own length with a slick liquid.

"Your turn brother," he states stroking across her now vacant opening. "Only right that we all get a fair share, right darlin'?"

"You asshole!" she growled at him bitterly. She'd been only inches from tipping point and he'd chosen that moment to stop. "Ha-ah!"

A mottled hand grasped a still stinging cheek squeezing it tightly as his lubricated tip pressed firmly to the knot of her rear.

"Now don't be like that. Here I thought we were having fun. We are having fun aren't we?"

He pushed his tip in a little further forcing her ring to part for his demands and a strangled gasp escaped her.

"Aren't we?" he pressed wanting to hear her compliance.

She grit her teeth knowing that he was going to hold off on any true pleasure until she bent to his will. The man held at the very tip of her ring feeling as hard as steel.

"Y-yes," she panted feeling the second hand massaging her breast again. God that felt good..

"Then why don't you invite my buddy over here to join us? Mmm?"

Even the briefest moment of hesitation would not be brooked. He drew himself away allowing her ass to close and all the while she could feel his questioning gaze upon her, unwavering – demanding.

"In!" she rasped urgently, her eyes filled with lust turning to her lover, begging for his touch. "I want you inside! – Please!"

It was enough to ignite the base most instinct of any man and when a beautiful woman lay naked before him asking for a connection, Nick was of no will to do anything else.

He moved forward locking lips with her, finding his tongue too craved her touch.**

They broke only for air and so that Nick could look down to line himself up with her at this odd angle.

Her voice chimed with pleasure as he slid into the blissfully familiar caverns, feeling the lingering effects of another man's heat still within her walls. He body only tightened when the ghoul entered her from behind, her body threaded between them.

Hips bucked greedily against her, each man seeking his pleasure from her and encased between them this way she could sense the competition between two naturally very dominant men as they each simultaneously battled for and shared the attention of her form.

Hancock's mouth was once again upon her neck whilst Nick's fingers brushed her lips dipping in to gain the affection of her tongue.

Each male had his own rhythm and stride and she had to find the motions to accommodate both through the fog of lust and passion clouding her head. She wasn't sure which came first but the sense of their essences filling her, spilling out into her leaving their manhood twitching and easing within her was enough to make her body shudder tensely, electric devouring her nerves in a call of ecstasy.

Tired and panting her head tilted to press between the shoulders either side of her.

"That was.. somethin'…" she heard her lover speak lowering his body to rest more comfortably beside the two.

The ghoul chuckled remaining where he was. "What? That it Nicky? I thought this scene was of a captured dame? Can't imagine why it'd only last one round."

Nick looked up to the ghoul who was looking awfully pleased with himself. He could feel his lover's interest at his words shiver through her muscles though she said nothing – leaving the choice ultimately in his hands.

The synth looked to her face. Her cheeks where red and her expression was one of extreme content. He felt his heart warm knowing that his actions were the cause of such features.

"Well.. I guess you have a good point. I can imagine a thing or two I'd like to do with such a lovely prisoner."

Monogamous values aside he could not be disappointed with his decision. He might feel awkward around Hancock for a few days afterwards but the ghoul mayor wasn't known for being difficult to be around for long. And he certainly knew his way around women and machines.

** Oooo Nick done broken a rule. She didn't comment on that. But she didn't miss that either.