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Danielle: Friend of the People, lone wanderer, 'Vault 101,' slave owner.

Only she referred to herself as a slave owner, though. To everyone else, she was simply a 'contract holder.' She'd tried to get rid of the contract, and Charon, right after he'd blown his previous employer's head clean off.

"If I set you free, am I next?" She asked plainly, and he didn't answer at first. It was only after a few different attempts at freeing him that she finally accepted that he was there to stay. No one would rationally call her a slave owner after knowing all that, but that didn't change the fact that she owned another human being.

But he'd been with her, though, through thick and thin. Yeah, he had to be, but she also got the feeling that after all this time together, he was finally starting to like her. He wasn't as quiet as he used to be, and he wasn't quite as guarded. During the times they were in relative safety, he seemed to allow himself to relax a bit, and he didn't wait around for specific instructions anymore like he used to. But he did seem constantly annoyed with her and the decisions she made.

Like this one in particular. They were picking through ruins of an old shopping center in search of new records for Three Dog all because he mentioned off hand that he was getting sick of the same music on repeat all the time. They had gotten on a topic of what records were and she'd had the bright idea to take it upon herself to get him more.

Charon had been incredibly quiet since they'd left. He wasn't exactly a chatterbox under normal circumstances, but he'd reduced himself to monosyllabic answers only. He even occasionally grumbled under his breath, particularly when she'd knocked into a pillar and it gave way, nearly sending the whole building down around them. He yanked her to him and leapt backwards to relative safety.

"Goddamn it, be careful!" He shouted at her, which was the most he'd said to her all day. Then he pushed her away from him roughly, sending her down to the floor on her butt. She hissed at the rough treatment and picked herself up again. "What the hell?" She cried out. "What was that for?"

He gestured at the gaping hole in the roof and the debris all over the floor where she'd once been standing. "That. There. Your complete lack of care and regard for your surroundings. It wouldn't kill you to be more careful, but it might kill you if you're not!" He screamed at her more.

"Are- are you mad at me?" She shrieked. "What on earth do you have to be mad at me for?" She swung her arms wildly, smacking her elbow into something else. She hissed in pain and rubbed it. Charon just rolled his eyes, and shook his head, but didn't say anything else.

"No… no!" She shouted angrily. "You can't just clam up like that. Talk to me!" He gave her a withering look. "Is that a command?" Damn, he knew just how to get to her.

"Smartass." She crossed her arms. "I don't know why you're so salty, but whatever I did, I'm sorry." She wasn't shouting anymore, but she still stood defiant.

He practically snarled at her, but didn't say anything further on the matter.

After finding as many records she could find, she filled their packs with them and she could have sworn Charon growled again. But still he didn't say anything. 'Oh great, we're back to this now. It'll only take another 6 months to get him to open back up again.' She thought and rolled her eyes.

The trek back to GNR studio was quiet, to say the least, but they made better time getting back than they did getting there. Three Dog was surprised, and appreciative, but offered her fewer caps than her time was worth, in Charon's opinion. He kept his opinion to himself, as usual, pushed down with everything else he wanted to say, but didn't. What he thought didn't matter.

The trip to Megaton was more of the same. Danielle tried to talk to Charon, but all she got was silence, maybe the occasional grunt. When they got back to her house, she dumped gear and went to leave, but Charon's scoff stopped her. That was it.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She turned to face him. He was seated at the table, going over their weapons as usual. "Do you want me to stay?" She asked him pointedly. He didn't even look up at her. "What I want is irrelevant." Was the only reply he gave.

"Not to me. Please tell me what's bothering you, if you want to." She stipulated. He did not want to, so silence was all she got. "Do you want to leave?" He paused for the briefest of moments, but didn't say anything.

She sighed. All the anger was gone from her voice. "Do you want to leave me? Do you want me to sell your contract?" She asked. There were no 'outs' for him this time. "Is that a command?" He droned.

"If it has to be, yes. I want to know what you think, Charon. I've never considered you my… employee." She avoided the word 'slave' like the plague, but they were both thinking it.

His fists clenched and he scooted back from the table hard. He pushed his fists against his knees as if he were fighting the impulse to answer. "You want to know what I think…" He muttered, unable to stop himself at the issue of a command. She never said about what, specifically, so he was going to tell her everything. He cringed, inwardly. There would be no going back from this.

"I think you are a young, naïve sap. The very fact that you bought my contract, knowing what it was, was a sign of that enough. I knew from the second you first spoke to me what kind of person you were. How easy it would be for literally anyone to take you for a ride. And I was right! You galavant through the wastes fuckin' picking up records just because some asshole in a recording studio barely mentioned it? And that's just the tip of the iceberg. I do not understand you!" He thrust himself up from his chair and took angry steps towards her as he did. Each step marked with a harsh word. "You're careless. Reckless. Wasteful. You're so beautiful, kind, and generous and I don't fucking understand it! You could have anything you want, anyone you want, and instead here you are, hanging around with a ghoul who's done things you cannot even imagine… And letting everyone around you use you for everything you're worth."

Charon closed in on her, while she backed away until she was against the door. "You wanna know what I think? I think you cannot accept this world for what it is. Its cruel, its deadly, and it does not care how kind and generous you are! It'll chew you up and spit you out. Part of me thinks you know that… part of me thinks you might want that. That you want to be all used up…" He caught his hand reaching up to her and stopped it just in time, clenching his fist instead and bringing it back to his side.

Her look was intense. Probably as intense as his own. He could feel more words bubbling up, desperate to get out of him. He'd answered her question enough though, he tried to reason with his impulses. No more was required to fulfill her request. He leaned over towards her, bracing himself on the door. His hands were on either side of her face. God, that look. She was downright giving him bedroom eyes. She probably had no idea what she was doing. She's just caught up in the moment… in his intensity.

"Do- do you want to hurt me…?" She lowered her head, but looked up at him with those eyes. Those damn 'come fuck me' eyes. He certainly did not want to hurt her maliciously. He did, however, want her walking sideways for a week after the thorough fucking he wanted to give her. So did that count? He wasn't sure. "Do I have to answer that?" He spoke through clenched teeth.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I'm not that young, or naïve." Her voice was small. She reached up to touch his face, but he recoiled, so she didn't. Licking her lips, she spoke on. "I give of myself to others because it makes me happy, and it makes the world a better place, I think. Whether it does in the long run remains to be seen." She swallowed hard. "You look like you want to hurt me." She mentioned again. "Would it make you feel better? Do you really hate me that much?"

He bared his teeth at her, trying so hard to not answer her. 'She didn't order me to, so I don't have to, as per her own previously standing orders.' He reasoned with his impulses. Instead he just shook his head no.

"So you don't hate me?" She looked like she might cry with relief. "Then… What do you want from me? What do you want me to do?"

Charon slammed his fist against the door next to her head and she flinched. "Is that a command to answer?" He ground out, trying so hard to be good… so hard not to soil her innocence. She didn't know what she was asking. He was a crude man with crude thoughts about this sweet, innocent vault dweller.

"Y-" Was all she got out before he slammed his fist against the door again. She flinched, again, and she didn't look like she would say more. She ducked out from between his arms quickly and ran to the other side of the room. She looked like prey, and he was the hunter.

"Charon… I don't like this side of you. I'm… I'm a little scared." She tried not to whimper. He stayed leaning over the door, not looking at her. "Good. You should be. I am not a kind and gentle person. Not like you." He took the opportunity to try and leave. He had the door open before she spoke again.

"Stop."

He did. Right in the doorway, mid-stride. "Come back, please." So he did. She may have said please, but it was still a command. He shut the door and stood here, facing her this time. She may have been scared, but her bravery was something to be commended. He had to look positively feral. Lord knows he felt it.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked again, looking like she already may have known the answer. He looked to the ceiling and shut his eyes hard, bracing himself for the slew of filth he was about to say. "I want you to stop being such a pushover. I want you to quit accepting diddly shit for pay. I want you to quit looking at me like you want me to fuck you senseless."

He clenched his fists and held them to his forehead as he carried on, telling her every filthy thing he wanted her to do. "I want you to get on your knees and let me shove my cock down your throat. I want you to order me to eat your pussy 'til you scream. And then I want you to lay back and let me fuck you senseless. I want you to…" His chest hurt from clenching so hard.

"You want me to…" She continued on for him. She was closer to him now. He could hear her right there in front of him. Oh God, he could smell her. She fucking wanted him, too. "I want you to beg me to come inside you. And I want you to fuckin' love it."

He felt her hands on his chest, sliding up him. "Charon," She spoke calmly.

He couldn't take it anymore. He dropped his hands down, grabbed her by the hair and slammed her mouth against his. Her soft lips were tightly shut with shock, but he ran his mouth over hers and down her neck, kissing and biting not so gently. If she wanted him to stop now, she'd have to order him to.

He didn't have to wait long for her to respond, though she still seemed to just be along for the ride against his assault. His hand in her hair gripped her, making her gasp, and he shoved his tongue inside roughly seeming to explore every inch of her mouth. His other hand squeezed her ass, hard. She cried out into his mouth and he loved it. 'I'm such a fuckin' animal.' He managed to scold himself, but that didn't stop him.

He moved both hands down to cup her ass and picked her up. Her legs opened and wrapped around him so she wouldn't fall and he pressed her hips hard into his with a growl. He marched them both to his room and practically threw her on his bed before starting to tear at her clothes. She squeaked in surprise, but didn't stop him when ripped her underwear off and dragged her sharply to the edge of his bed, her legs bent at the knees over the edge. He got on his knees between her legs and slung them over his shoulders. He wrapped his arms under her legs and slid his rough hands up her sides to her breasts. He pinched her nipples hard, making her cry out again. "Give me my orders, mistress." He tweaked her nipples and she continued to gasp and moan. "Charon… I… I order you to eat my pussy until I scream." She used his exact words and he felt his cock pulse hard in his leathers. He wanted her so badly.

He set into her, immediately going for her sensitive clit and licking frantically. She arched off his bed, but his strong hands pushed her back down and her legs clenched around his head. He carried on, licking and sucking until he thought she may pass out. He brought one of his hands down over her hips and flicked her clit with his thumb while he slid his tongue down to her opening, tongue fucking her as hard as he could. His other hand continued to pinch and tweak her nipple. Danielle writhed and moaned. She pulled her own hair and gripped his mattress hard. And finally, she came. Charon felt her walls start milking his tongue. He rubbed his thumb over her clit more, overstimulating her on purpose.

She began to buck wildly on the bed, but he didn't stop. He smiled into her sopping pussy. He was told to eat her until she screamed, and he was nothing if not obedient. He dug his fingers into her flesh and rubbed at her though her bucking. Out of nowhere, she climaxed again, calling out his name and cursing a blue streak. She whimpered, cried, and kicked her heels against his back, before finally crying out loudly. He could accept that as a scream. He stopped immediately and stood over her. She laid on the bed, panting hard with her arm slung over her eyes. Charon looked over her spent form and undressed himself as swiftly as he had her. His cock strained for attention so he stroked it vigorously, taking some of the edge off.

He thought about dragging her across the other side so her head hung off and he could fuck her sweet little mouth. But she would have to tell him to. So there he stood, cock in hand, awaiting further instruction. Just fucking her would be great, too. He didn't know if he could handle both.

"That was fucking amazing…" Her words broke through the air and almost startled him. She moved her arm from her eyes to see him looking at her like a predator. "You… want me on my knees now, don't you? Tell me what it is you want." She commanded.

Without missing a beat, he answered. "I want to drag you over the other side of the bed and fuck your face. I want to come down your throat. But I don't know if either one of us can handle that right now." He stroked his long, thick cock as he spoke. She shook her head. "I don't know if I can, either. Do you want to fuck me?" Her pupils were like saucers. "I want you to." She scooted backwards on the bed to give him room and raised her legs that were wide open. Her wet pussy shined in the dim light of the room. "I," She swallowed hard and shut her eyes tight like she knew what was coming wasn't going to be easy. "Charon, I need you to fuck me. I'm begging you to put your cock in me." She practically shouted.

He lunged at her without any hesitation and landed on the bed on his knees. He moved like lightning and she didn't even know what happened when he pulled her hips up on him suddenly, and plunged into her. He filled her up to the hilt and she cried out, gripping on to the mattress. He waited only a moment before pulling out and plunging back in again. He quickly established a punishing rhythm and she shrieked every time he bottomed out in her. His bed groaned in protest with every thrust. He was fucking her so hard she was practically bouncing back up into him.

He laid himself down on top of her and she immediately wrapped her arms around him. "Yes," She whined repeatedly into his ear. "Just like that… fuck me hard."

He growled into her neck and squeezed her ass firmly, pressing her up into him. She gasped suddenly at the new, deeper angle. "I'm gonna come. Oh, God!" She screamed and her pussy clamped down on him hard, convulsing around his cock. He bit her and she screamed again, digging her fingers into his burned flesh. "Fuck, Charon, come in me!"

He was suddenly overwhelmed with the force of his own impending end. He stayed deep inside her and his thrusts turned into short, forceful jabs. He grinded against her, willing his orgasm to spill into her. Charon moaned loudly into her neck as his climax finally overtook him. His cock launched its sterile seed into her with mind blowing force. Each pulse felt like it would kill him and he seemed to come forever. He gripped her hard to him. "Yes, every drop! Yes, give it to me!" She begged just like he wanted as he pulsed into her, and he'd never felt so satisfied in his life.

He flopped on the bed next to her and sighed with contentment. Post orgasm clarity set in and briefly threatened to make him feel guilty for violating the 'Friend of the People,' but he didn't think about it too long when she nestled herself up against him. He did, however, feel a little guilty about giving it to her so hard. It was fucking wonderful, but she probably wasn't expecting it to be quite like that. "Are you ok?" He ventured to ask, a little afraid of her answer. She had a serious, contemplative expression on her face.

"Yeah, I think so." She started, then took a deep breath before continuing. "I just really don't like that you have to do what I say."

"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago." He quipped, and she giggled. She tucked her face into his chest, as if she were a little embarrassed. "I can't believe I said those things…" She murmured.

"I, for one, am appalled." He said in a mock serious tone. "Who would've thought such a stream of filth could come out of the mouth of the sweet vault girl we all know and love? I sure didn't." He shook his head, and she laughed for a moment before falling quiet.

"You wanted to do those things, right? I didn't force you, or anything, did I?" She sounded so serious. He wanted to kiss her breathless, but he settled for a straight answer. "I told you I wanted to. You couldn't force me to do sexual favors, anyway."

"Good." She sighed into him. "I want you to want me." They laid together in silence until she spoke again. "You do want me, right?"

He actually laughed this time. "I thought that was obvious, too." She sat up and looked at him seriously. "I mean for more than just this. More than when you get so horney you're angry. More than something physical."

He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her slowly this time. It was the first kiss they'd had with any depth and feeling. She slung her leg over his hips to get more comfortable and slowly felt his hardening cock poking her in the butt. She pulled back and looked at him, raising her eyebrow. "Hello, sir."

"To answer your question, yes, I want you for more than just sex. But I do want you for sex, too." He said as he wrapped his arms around her and laid back, feeling the warmth of her body against his. He felt almost overcome with emotion at what this all meant. He knew with certainty that outside of dying in battle, he would outlive her. He also knew that being a 'ghoul lover' would cast a black mark upon her. He clenched his eyes shut and held her tightly. He could feel his arms shaking and tried to calm them.

This was the beginning of something wonderful, and heartbreaking.