Penny stuck her head inside. "Sorry for making you wait so long…"
"Cross was being a total fuck, wasn't he?" Evelyn stepped out the door as it was opened wide for her to exit.
A rasped chuckle left the ghoul's mouth. "…Thomas isn't too happy with him."
Evelyn released a terse sigh. "Figures."
They walked side by side through the station, and the pink ghoul couldn't help but steal a few glances at her. "You knew Thomas, quite well?"
"It was a long time ago." Evelyn fiddled with the key inside of her pocket, her thoughts swept back in time. "Can't say I know him much at all, anymore."
"…how did you meet Cross?"
A tired smile broke out on her face. "I cracked his ribcage; nearly killed him." The smile widened into a grin at Penny's stunned reaction.
"Uh, your friends are in here." The second lieutenant opened the door of the conference room.
"Cazador! Can I fucking go home now?"
Evelyn crossed her arms, mildly irritated. "No one is asking you to stay here, you worthless fuck."
Lydia's seat was rattled by the tanned mercenary, and she gave a loud snort as she looked around wildly, her eyes puffy with exhaustion.
Charon came to tower over his employer, and as always, a roving inspection of his eyes grazed along every inch of her body for any possible sign of injury due to her absence. It was such a practiced habit that he concluded his findings within thirty seconds. However, his gaze lingered on her face for just a few moments longer than it normally would have, and then it drew back down to her chest. Evelyn felt her face flame- Charon never stared at her in that manner, before.
She roughly shoved him with one hand, flustered. "Charon!"
He simply shrugged at her, and turned to the pink ghoul. "May we leave the city, now?"
"Sorry, not yet," Penny apologized. "I mean, I am sure you and those two can leave as you wish- Thomas would like to ask Miss Evelyn some more questions in the morning. I am to take you to your rooms, if you choose to stay."
Charon nodded. "We will come along shortly." He then gave his full attention back to his employer. "Evelyn, I need to speak privately with you."
She was yawning into a fist, nodding sleepily. "Yeah, sure." She took a seat at the table as the others shuffled out. When they were alone, the ghoul crossed his arms, standing a few feet away. "What's on your mind?"
"I would like to…have sex, with you."
She nearly fell from her seat, slapping a palm flat against the table for support. Now she was wide-awake. Charon seemed uncomfortable, and stood there awkwardly as her brain reeled for an appropriate response.
"Uhh- I- uhm-" She loved Charon…and she loved Cross. But there was such a divide in the physical interactions between the two of them that she didn't really ever consider that maybe Charon would- "I-I-I-I-"
"Your bounty hunter…suggested it."
HE WHAT?!
The chair clattered to the floor as she stood upright abruptly, backing a few steps away from the ghoul. "Cross- he-he what?!" That was the last thing she ever expected the merc to suggest- what was he-
"Wait-" She held a hand up, refusing to meet his eyes. Her face was burning, and her voice squeaked. "You guys talked about this?!" Her voice went on the high end. "What?! When?!"
"He had asked me what I wanted…I was honest, and told him I wished to be with you. He said if we are to travel together, that…" He shifted in place self-consciously. "I should- stop fucking staring at you as a parched man does water."
"B-b-but, we- uh-" She had been in Charon's company for nearly a year, at this point. As far as she was ever concerned, the ghoul had not once shown sexual interest-
"I have had…recent practice." The statement was said so bluntly- it was so Charon.
Evelyn sputtered. "You did?!" Granted, the ghoul didn't sleep, and she had kept his nightly company for only a few evenings- who knows what Charon did with his free time. Still, an unwarranted jealous surge twanged; it was promptly snuffed out. "Then why-I mean-" She performed a wild, frenzied motion with her hands. "I thought you guys hated each other!"
He rolled his broad shoulders in a nonchalant shrug.
Her voice went squeaky. "But he's asking you to fuck me?!"
Now the ghoul was annoyed. Any previous hint of embarrassment was tossed aside by his ire. She was so dramatic. "He is aware of our intentions for each other- I was not interested in a sexual relationship with you…until recently. I would like to…try, if that is what you wish for, as well."
She was running her hands wildly through her hair, giving off dramatic groans. "Oh my God, Charon!"
He took a step forward, his face now drawn down in a scowl. "If you do not want to, you only need to tell me, Evelyn."
"How can you say that so calmly?! Like you're asking me to play pool with you, or something!"
He snorted. "I would never request such an activity- you have terrible accuracy, and you become tempered when you lose."
A guffaw escaped her lips- the entire situation just felt unreal. "So-so-so-so…what?! I'm with Cross…and you?!"
Charon grunted. "Is that not what you want? We have already come to terms with it."
A multi-relationship?! "I-I-I- mean- isn't that…complicated?!"
"I do not see the issue with it."
"But Cross-" The bounty hunter had previously made it very clear where they stood intimately. "-how does he not-"
"Evelyn," he finally snapped.
She clicked her jaw shut, staring at him widely and breathing heavily. The ghoul rolled his eyes, taking another step until their bodies were touching. His gaze softened a bit, and he bent down to give her a kiss. It was barely a graze, but she leaned forward instinctively and closed her eyes.
He tilted back, just out of her reach, and had a smug expression as she blinked, confused. "Should I continue?" An irritated huff, and she was suddenly laid out flat on the table, her legs spread apart as he propped over her. One of his hands crept up her shirt; a breast was groped, roughly.
"Ow!"
"Sorry," he breathed.
Her chest was contracting with deep breaths, and she felt a vibration from his palm. He was shaking. "Charon- are you- are you okay?!"
"Sorry," he repeated. "I am…nervous." His hand came down to her waist. "I…I do not do this, often."
"Thought you just said you had some practice." She gave a timid laugh, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck as she fought to control her own jitters. "You don't have to be sorry, Charon. Just, just be yourself."
Gently, she brought her lips to his nonexistent ones, kissing him deeply as she felt his large hands begin to travel cautiously across her body. They came around to the front of her chest, grabbing purchase of both breasts and giving a strong squeeze. She whimpered in his mouth and broke away.
"Ow. Not so hard, Charon." Regardless, she blessed him with an understanding smile. "Try and be a little more gentle."
"I will try," he said breathily, circling one hand firmly around the back of her head. "Kiss me."
She complied. An extreme bulge came riding against her groin, and they came apart for a second time as they both looked down. The ferryman rubbed at his mouth as he leaned back onto his elbows, the slight shaking of his hands attesting to his apprehension.
The doorknob turned. "Hey- whoa-" Evelyn wiggled like a startled animal, and the ferryman just stared at the wall over her and breathed an annoyed sigh. "What the fuck!?"
Cross nabbed at the larger ghoul's shoulder, hoisting him into an upright position. Evelyn immediately sat upwards, ready to defend the ferryman in the event the merc drew out his gun.
"I thought I told you to fuckin' wait- you didn't even lock the damn door!" The bounty hunter then turned to her stupefied expression, her jaw hanging open in disbelief. He reached a gloved palm underneath her chin, snapping it closed. "You don't want to fuckin' break her."
Charon let off a warning growl, but took a step back regardless.
"We-uh-you-" Evelyn began, finding the formation of coherent thoughts difficult.
"We-uh-youyouyou," Cross mocked her in his high-pitched rasp. "Look, I'm more than happy leavin' this fuck here- he's got plenty of options in this city, so you ain't got to feel bad- but if we're doin' this, we're layin' some fuckin' ground rules." He pointed a finger threateningly at his fellow ghoul. "And I told you to wait."
A cough from the open doorway, and they all turned. "Unless you wish to spend the night in a cell, I am going to ask you to gather your things and leave the station." Thomas tapped his foot impatiently.
"Gwah!" Evelyn yelped as she suddenly came to be slung over the bounty hunter's shoulder.
"Never heard you make that sound, before," Cross observed. He then smacked her ass, hard, and she made a rather suggestive noise. "Now that one, I know."
"Get the hell out," Thomas snapped, visibly upset.
Cross waggled his eyebrow muscles at the glowing ghoul. "Want an audio session for ol' time's sake? Might even let ya watch."
"C-Cross!"
"You, in a cell, right now."
"Sheesh, we're fuckin' goin'- it's a damn joke, not a dick, ain't got to shove it up your ass so hard."
Her fingertips grazed the blindfold snugged over her eyes, and she felt the merc's hands encompass her own.
"Nu-uh- it stays on." His palms then caressed her face, and she was swathed in a kiss.
Another pair of hands came up around the sides of her waist, and she immediately tensed and went for the blindfold again. Again, she was stopped, and her breathing quickened as the smell of gunpowder and copper melded with her senses. She felt her face bloom hotly at the realization they were Charon's rough fingertips traversing across the small of her back and up her spine, and quite suddenly her breasts were being fondled roughly. She mumbled an 'ouch', and he instantly halted.
"Goddamn- you ever touch a fuckin' woman before?" the merc's voice snapped.
"…once or twice," Charon confessed casually.
A shuddering breath escaped her, and her toes curled as she felt his large hands reach back underneath and slide a large erection inside.
"Ah-wait, wait!" She leaned forward on all fours, whimpering.
Charon immediately froze in place; his cock was twitching from excitement inside of her. The heat of his breath flooded over her ear. "Did I hurt you?" he asked her uncertainly.
"Too big?" Cross's question made her flame, and she buried her face into the bedspread. She thought the bounty hunter was sizeable as it was.
"Just go slow," she breathed.
He began to make long, careful strokes into her from behind, and she twisted the sheets around her palms, the searing hot pleasure twinging below. The merc's palm rested underneath her chin for a moment, and he slowly raised her until she was upright on her knees.
"You good baby?" he whispered huskily, giving a soft kiss against her cheek. His fingers were then playing with her nipples, and she bit her lower lip in frustration at the tease it gave. Cross knew just about every button to press, and when. She felt his hot breathing down her neck and chest as he rasped in her ear. "Do you like being absolutely fucked?" he growled lowly, and she gave a sultry cry out.
A grunt and pull out from behind- Charon did not have the stamina the bounty hunter did, and she felt a hot fluid string across her ass. He had a massive palm anchored against her shoulder to steady himself; the orgasm was so strong he feared for a moment he was going to blackout.
"Thanks for the fuckin' mess," Cross grumbled.
She was laid out flat on her back, and her legs were lifted over the grey ghoul's shoulders, as he then began to ride her slow and methodically. She felt her head tilted back, and her mouth was being consumed against Charon's; he bit her bottom lip, making her hiss at the sting it caused. The merc was increasing his tempo; his other hand had traveled down and proceeded to rub along her clit.
Charon clasped his fingers around her jaw tightly. "Spit in my hand."
A dribble let loose from her lips, and she felt it slathered from her chin and began to hear a wet, sucking noise down below as the ghoul began to pleasure himself for a second round. Now her face was on fire, and she squirmed under the bounty hunter's hold. Something wet and musky was presented to her lips, and she slowly sucked on the ferryman's tip with large arcs of her tongue, to which he gave a garbled groan. She gagged as she was forced down his shaft, and the merc leaned forward and clenched a palm over the bulge in her throat, giving a squeeze.
A loud gag melded with Charon's grunt, and when the pressure was released, the crimson ghoul began to thrust back out. A sudden, hot burst came against the roof of her mouth, and she swallowed him whilst slowly wiggling him back down. There was a hiss as she grabbed at his shaft, preventing the tip from leaving as she thrashed her tongue over it, and she could feel him shake as he forcefully removed her, pulling at her hair as he slid out with a moan.
"Fuck," he growled.
The smacking of her flesh against the merc's filled the room, and Cross grabbed at her wrists and held her arms captive above herself as he continued to pump away at her. Charon took a seat at the edge of the bed, cradling his head in his hands as he focused on slowing his breathing while the entire frame began to shake. He raised his gaze and glanced behind himself; her hands were now desperately running along the length of the grey ghoul's ruined body, and Cross gave a breathy groan as he already felt himself beginning to peak.
Now he slowed down, being mindful of his weight as he lowered himself flush on top of her, one hand squeezing her neck whilst the other held her in place at her hip, murmuring words the ferryman could not decipher into her ear. The breathy, pleasured gasping he elicited from her was extremely arousing- it was enough to make him grow hard again, but then she gave a shuddered cry out, squirming and wrestling her hands together as he refused to finish while she orgasmed.
He pulled out, rubbing against her at her most highly sensitive point, and she arched her spine upwards, wrapping her legs along his lower backside and curling her toes. They began to kiss passionately, and she reached down and stroked him with both hands, causing him to finally come along her stomach.
They were reduced to nothing but heavy breathing, and there was the sound of buckling and clothes shuffling as they both laid there, weak and lightheaded. The door then drew open and closed, and she removed the blindfold.
She blinked in the darkness and felt the merc lay beside her. Hesitantly, she outreached for his palm, and kissed his knuckles. "So-"
He cracked an eye open at her, and then closed it again, clearing his throat with a loud cough. "I told ya, everyone's a winner…just fuckin' no more ghouls- we ain't keepin' that blue fuck, ya understand?" He bent over and kissed her forehead as she began to laugh, squinting at her body before he laid back down. "…might want to go shower."
"Have you ever…done that, before?" she shyly asked, raising herself halfway to survey the mess; her nose crinkled.
A noisy exhale. "Do you really want the answer to that question?" He then opened his eyes fully and stared at her. "Have you?" A small shake of her head, and he gave a relieved sigh and kissed her again. "No double rangers I have to hear about later?"
An ugly laugh escaped her. "No!"
His raspy voice went on the high-end. "Oh, but there was this one Brotherhood Paladin, he was so dreamy-"
She gave a deep belly laugh at the comical voice he impersonated her with. "There actually was."
"-and he had a brother, and we-wait, what the fuck you just say?!"
"He was so handsome- ugh, that night, we-ughfp!" Her words were muffled back inside her mouth as he slapped a palm over it, and she grabbed his forearm and leaned her head away. "-I don't think I've ever had a man-" The merc suddenly got out of bed. "-where are you going?"
He opened the door, leaning his torso out as he whipped his head back and forth. He then gave a curt side nod of his head, and Charon reentered the room.
Cross dug around inside the side pocket of his jacket, and there was a clink clink as he tossed her a pair of handcuffs. "Put that on, and tell me if your little Paladin tried this."
Twenty-Five Years Ago
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Darcy tapped the Geiger counter on her Pip-Boy; a quick double-check of the ventilator system of her suit. Everything was ready- the Mister Gutsy was awaiting its instructions as Carol finished adjusting her helmet.
"Are we ready?" Darcy's filtered voice distorted through.
"As ever," Carol lightly joked, and she inserted the pin from her Pip-Boy, depressing the button.
The caution lights illuminated and began to rotate as an overly loud blare of the siren screeched. Darcy inwardly cringed at the sound of metal scraping against itself as the door was opened; the two stepped outside of the vault, the General Atomics robot taking lead.
"Careful now, troops! There are some seriously serious baddies we don't want sneaking up on our six!" The Mister Gutsy floated through the dimly lit tunnel.
Darcy's fingers gripped the edge of the baton strapped at her hip uneasily. The footage of Liam's departure she had witnessed weeks ago now suddenly came to the forefront of her mind- he had been exposed, dressed in just his usual attire with no weapon to speak of…he did seem to have left of his own free will, but, why?
Carol put up an arm, snapping her from her thoughts. She then put a single finger to the helm of her radsuit. "We need to be very careful- there are some…things, you are going to see. LT is capable of dispelling most threats, but there are some…people, living on the surface here."
Darcy's eyes widened in shock, an expression unseen underneath her helmet. "There are people?! I thought your report said-"
"I didn't know how to explain it on a file…it's something you will have to see for yourself. But do not be frightened, they will not harm us."
Frightened? Harm us? She had to suppose that was only a natural concern. The world was an apocalyptic wasteland- people tended to cast away their humanity in the effort of survival. The shaky inhale of air came out as a steady exhale.
Darcy nodded. "Okay, I am ready."
"Good. LT, carry on."
