Chapter: 4/100
Word Count: 614
Pairings: Nux/Slit
Characters: Nux, Slit, OC: Wielz
Warnings: Cursing, Pre-canon, Established Relationship
Chapter Summary: 004. "Come here. Let me fix it." Nux's favorite piece of Slit's attire gets damaged, and he's the only one who can possibly repair it.
AN: OMV, guys, this is super awesome! I'm so excited to post to this story, now, because so many of you are showing your support. I'm planning on getting at least two parts out tonight, so let's get on to it! Also, I think it's interesting, so far these have all almost made it onto three pages. o.o All three of them. But not this one. :/ Anyway, I'm sorry for the long wait, and I plan on getting some more out soon, chapter five is in the works.
Chapter Four: Mr. Fix-It
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"Shit!" The loud hiss of displeasure carried over the clicking, sputtering sounds always filling the Temple. Something about the rasp of his lover's ruined voice widened those maddeningly blue eyes, and Nux suddenly pulled himself from his hunch over the engine he'd been tinkering with, scanning the room to find his Lancer bent over a broken pile of what had probably once been exceptional Thundersticks. Much to his excitement, and confusion, he noticed belatedly that Slit's neck was totally bare, and the shock of possessive need to claim it maybe added a bit of a bounce to his step as he made his way over. It wasn't always that that neckerchief he wore didn't decorate that pretty, pale column of flesh, and it seemed rare enough to leave his mouth watering, regardless.
Walking up on the thickly muscled War Boy before him like it was nothing, Nux had a million things that he wanted to say. The second he realized the reason for the cursing, however, the words dried and laid their carcasses to rest in his parched throat. Gulping a little, he placed an easily shrugged off hand on the elder male's shoulder.
"Slit?" Voice soft, as if to keep this between them despite the fact that they were nearly swimming in other bodies, he tucked his head in against the other's, as if it would help them communicate easier, "What, uh…?"
"Some idiot," Narrowed eyes turned on the closest Lancer, a lanky young man that had a habit of bouncing from foot to foot and always glanced around like someone was going to take something secret from him, who had the decency to duck out to a different tunnel as Slit continued, "Tried to put shrapnel in his powder, then set it off." The remnants of his neckwear rest in suddenly gentle hands, severed messily with several layers of fabric hanging open at either end. A frown etched itself onto the Driver's face, some semblance of understanding in his eyes; Sentimental as War Boys weren't, Slit's own Pack Leader had given him that, something of his own before he'd left them in a run that had gone wrong. It was a slightly comforting thing for him, and now that was ruined, too. The bits of metal shining in Slit's arm didn't seem to concern him, certainly not more than the shine accessory in his hand. Nux figured Wielz had the right idea, for once, running off like that.
"Come here," Tugging Slit to stand, he headed for their bunk with the elder man's hand in his, and pulled out a small mending kit from beneath his pillow, "Let me fix it."
Laying out on the rocky slab behind Nux, the Lancer loudly tongued at his facial scars, a silent promise of a reward in the thick, wet sounds. Fingers used to digging in and around metal with his work on the car, it was quite easy for the thinner Boy to begin picking out the shards of metal, though a deft hand reached out before he could pluck them all.
"Leave it." He murmured, slipping in nice and close, until his muscled chest and stomach pressed into his lover's leg, "It's pretty shine, right?"
An enthusiastic nod had the younger man threading the needle and it hardly took five minutes before it was stitched back together and replaced over Slit's neck, resting over his collar bones. Tugging the usually oblivious Driver down for a long, deep kiss, he chuckled a little, nearly a growl in his throat, as they quickly found that the only acceptable amount of space between them was none. After all, Nux had a reward to reap.
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AN: Welp, this ended up a little different than my hand-written one, but I really like it. It's the shortest, so far. ouo