Minor architectural modification - I added glass walls to the mainframe walkway. Hope nobody minds, I thought it was worth it ;)


Cort gave the Masterbrain a solid mule kick after Charon had helped her up, looking satisfied when it crashed over and split open on the floor, then picked up her repeater and headed for the last hostile signal registering on her Pip-Boy. Busting the door in she immediately blew apart the final turret before it could home in on her, snarling triumphantly as it exploded.

"That's right you little bitch, try shooting me now! ...Oh holy crap." Boggling, she looked back down and directly into the Mainframe room, a corner of which jutted into the area she was in, the intruding walls nothing but a massive corner of glass. It was at least three stories tall, cavernous and illuminated by the red lighting strips running up the individual towers, a central core connected to the outside by a long walkway. Absently flicking the last of the brain matter off of herself, she walked over to the final terminal and started tapping away after setting her repeater against the desk. "Okay, I finish with this and we can get in there." She shot an avid glance into the other room before returning to the screen.

Charon leaned in the door, looking at her speculatively. "So it's a secure room, right?"

"Probably very freaking secure if it takes this much effort to get into it. I bet you can't get into it any other way, aside from the terminals. Ha! There we go. Okay, let's go get our goodies." Grabbing up her gun she practically jogged down the remaining hallway, double-checking her Pip-Boy to make sure she wasn't stumbling into anything again. Coming into a dim little corridor she located a small room behind a gate. Swinging it open, she found one of the levered security doors that had been so familiar in the restricted areas of the Vault at the far end. Twisting the control dial, she grinned broadly as it retracted, then strode into the Mainframe room, Charon and Dogmeat entering after her.

"It's fucking freezing in here." The ghoul rolled his shoulders uncomfortably as he removed his pack, then poked at the glass walling the corridor, drawing his hand back from the cold surface almost immediately.

"It's to keep everything from overheating. Computers that size will cook themselves unless they're air conditioned. Pretty neat it's still working, huh?" Cort rapidly strode to the end of the corridor, pulling out a keyboard set under the terminal screen in the mainframe and holding up her Pip-Boy as she typed with one hand.

"Fantastic."

"I like it, it feels nice after all that running around...oh awesome! There's the Vault Agatha wanted me to go to and a few other ones. All automatically downloaded into my Pip-Boy, thank you Vault-Tec. 87, 92, that's the music Vault, 106 and 108. 101 is in here too. I wonder if any of the others still have people. There weren't very many left in mine. Hopefully no more insane immortal mad scientists. I've had enough of those, thank you kindly." Going back to the security door after making a few more entries on the terminal, she levered it back into place and locked it, leaning down to scratch Dogmeat around the ears as he sprawled out in front of it. Shuffling out of her pack, she set it down next to where Charon had left his, chatting happily. "There. Nothing's getting through that sucker until I open it. And Dogmeat's got the right idea, it's almost midnight. How about we rest for a while, what do you sa-" Cort was abruptly cut off when Charon spun her around, pushing her helmet visor up and kissing her hard as he worked his hands up the sides of her shirt as far as they would go. Breaking away, she reached up to lace her own over the back of his neck and looked up at him. "Oh. Hi."

"I'm ready to go faster now."

She nervously ran the tip of her tongue over her top lip as he stared at her, chalky eyes intent. "How, uh, how much faster."

"Very fast."

Cort stared back at him for a moment before a guttural noise broke out of her. Slipping her hands down to pull at his armour, she violently flung the pieces she could get loose against the glass walls and mainframe behind him. Charon mimicked her a second later, pulling the rest of his own off before stripping the last of hers.

"Do you know what you're doing?" He reached up and worked both hands into her hair, pausing to rub his thumbs behind her ears.

"What I want. Show me what I want, Cort."

"Are you sure?" He pinned her against the glass, running both hands up the front of her shirt and squeezing as he bit at her neck, making her cry out. Breathless, she pressed her cheek to his. "Oh yeah, I guess you are." She reached around him and started pulling his shirt up, yanking it as high as she could. "Off. All of it, everything. Mine too." Following her lead he stripped her shirt from her as she literally tore off his own, pieces of it flying everywhere as they kissed and bit at each other, Charon finally starting to get as worked up as Cort had been. Lifting her entirely off the floor, he jerked her cargos loose in one motion after pulling her belt free, stripping her feet bare when the pants caught up on her boots. Setting her back down he carefully ran his hands over her, exploring everything as she stared up at him with glassy eyes. "You forgot some stuff." Lightly pressing a hand against his stomach before trailing it down to tug at his belt, Cort stripped her underwear off, shivering a little in the cool air as he hesitantly started removing the rest of his clothing. Looking at him again as he tossed everything into a messy heap, she gaped. Oh mother Mary help me, all of him's over-sized. Shit, this is going to hurt if I'm not careful.

"What. What's wrong." Abruptly snapping her mouth shut as Charon fidgeted under the scrutiny, she wrapped her arms around his waist to reassure him, closing her eyes as she felt the hardened length of him press against her belly. Grunting at the new sensation, he placed both hands on her lower back and pulled her in tighter, rubbing his fingers in slow circles around the base of her spine. "Why were you staring at me."

"I like staring at you." He tilted his head down to rest against hers, suddenly nervous again.

"What...what am I supposed..."

"Just go along with me, you'll get it. And don't stop, no matter what." Pushing up on her toes and rubbing against him, Cort pressed her mouth back over his, sliding her tongue in and running her hands everywhere she could reach. As he reciprocated her actions, she started trying to get him down and herself into a dominant position where she could control everything, struggling to get him to move and not wanting to break away long enough to tell him as he slid a large hand between her legs. Gasping as his fingers brushed inside her, she pulled on his shoulders even harder.


Charon ran his hands down over Cort's shoulders as he kissed her, feeling her push up against him, the heat baking off of her driving him crazy. He felt like he had back on the carrier before bolting, a strange, pleasant aggression overlying the terror this time. He countered the latter by touching her everywhere, finding comfort in the familiar, now having so much more of her to find it in. Sliding a hand down her side, he brought it over the front of her hip and kept going, reaching in between her legs. If he had liked being touched there, never mind the other results of her first abortive attempt, then most likely she would as well, generally being pleased when he reciprocated anything she had done to him. He froze for a split second as his long fingers discovered something warm and slick, something she definitely liked having touched, and the pieces in his head suddenly clicked into place, instinct winning out over instruction. Charon had just figured it out. Dimly noticing her insistently pulling on his shoulders and taking it as a direction, he instantly grabbed one of her thighs in each hand and lifted her straight up into the air before bringing her back down again, hard.

Roughly forcing his way inside, he found it much harder than he expected it to be, considering how soft and small she was. Soft, and unbelievably hot, feeling like a living furnace in the cold air. He had a split second to wonder about what it would feel like to do this while she was irradiated, everything already feeling amazing, before Cort shrieked and started crying. Charon looked down, puzzled, her face buried into his neck as she sobbed. Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he stroked her hair and waited for her to calm down, unsure of why she was upset since everything right now felt so incredibly good, so tight, but accepting it as another facet of her unpredictable nature. It was killing him to wait, to stay still, when all he instinctively wanted to do was move, to push himself into Cort over and over. Moving an arm down to support her, he held on to his patience. If there was anything he had learned to do over his years in the corner it was how to do those, and he needed to fix her before doing anything else. He could figure out why she was doing it later, and rectify it then.

Eventually feeling the fingers digging into his back relax and start to move tentatively up and down, he moved with them, equally as hesitant, not sure if she was providing instruction that way but willing to risk it. Looking for better traction he pressed her back against the glass, one arm around her waist and the other buried in her hair as he started kissing her again. This was much better, better than anything, and he began thrusting harder as Cort brought her legs up around him, rolling her hips in unison with each push he made into her. Oh fuck, I should have done this before. I should have done this when I met her. I'll do this whenever she wants. Whenever I want. Breaking away, he bit at the side of her neck, making her squeal and tighten around him as he used her to work out long years of repressed frustration. Groaning at the feeling, he bit harder, Cort bucking off the glass and into him. Moving within her, he felt a new kind of wet spreading over his ruined flesh, different from the dampness she had left on his neck. Whatever it was, it was slippery, sticky and pleasant. The last of his anxieties burning away, Charon braced one hand against the glass as he pulled on her waist and gave himself up entirely.


Cort was fairly certain Charon had managed to tear something when he entered her, but she was far past the point of caring. Admittedly, this wasn't what she had expected to happen to her, but then what was anymore, and this felt right for where she was now, with him. She whimpered as he pulled at her hair and nipped her jaw before sliding his tongue back into her mouth, kissing her deeply. Oh God. Every awakening I've ever had in this new life out here has started with pain and blood, why should losing my damned virginity be any different? This is worth it. What was waking in her now somehow hurt worse than anything else, searing her alive from the inside out as she felt Charon's cooler body next to hers, in hers, but it was a feverish, euphoric agony she decided she would go through over and over again until there was nothing else left to burn.

Pressed against the cold wall, she tilted her head back and splayed her arms out as he bit at her neck again, the metal of her Pip-Boy squealing on the glass as she did, consumed by the sensations coming at her from all directions. Everything smelled intoxicatingly of leather, sweat and copper, some of the last from the blood she knew was coming from her, the scent of it feeling sharp and familiar as she drew it in. Oh Christ I don't care, I'd bleed for this any day or the damned week. I'll just get a Stimpak, or get irradiated, or something. Oh sweet Jesus, I bet he'd love that. She opened her eyes again and looked down over his broad back, enthralled at the sight of him moving against her.

Anyone seeing them now would have thought it a nightmare come to life, a writhing girl pinned to the wall by a ragged demon as he savagely thrust into her, slender white legs wrapped around his waist and everything bathed in red light. Cort's hands scrabbled on the slick surface behind her as she arched her hips into him, a rising cloud of condensation working up the glass above her like smoke from the pits of hell, dark stains starting to smear over the inside of her thighs. Both of them descending into an absolute frenzy, Charon impulsively ran his rough tongue up between her breasts, circling around to latch his mouth over the left one as he brought a hand up to squeeze the other, tipping her entirely over the edge.

Eyes rolling back in her head as she screamed his name, Cort felt like she was shattering apart from the inside out, never wanting it to stop. Charon's bellow overlapped hers a moment later as he exploded inside of her, driven by the intense and sudden pressure around him, digging his fingers into her flesh hard enough to bruise. Letting out a long, shuddering breath, she tilted her head forward to rest on his shoulder while he slowly wound down into a series of short thrusts and quiet grunting, spending himself entirely. Bringing her arms up to rest against his own when he stopped, she panted against his neck.

"Well? How was that, then."

Giving one final, experimental push, he put his cheek against hers and nipped at her intact earlobe. "I want more. Now."

She laughed weakly. "I think we're both going to need a minute first. Let me down, I need to clean up a little, I'm all sticky."

"Why? It feels nice. I like it."

"We can make it that way again. Let me down, please." Charon reluctantly slid out of her and set her back on the floor, watching her limp over to her pack and then moving to join her as she pulled out a bottle of dirty water and a clean rag. He reached over and took the items out of her hands, wanting to keep touching her.

"Let me." Wetting the rag, he crouched in front of her and started wiping down the inside of her legs, frowning when he saw how dark the cloth was getting. Eyes going wide, he grabbed her Pip-Boy and snapped the light on for a closer look. "Wha...why are you bleeding?" Cort flushed, moving her eyes away from his.

"You went a bit too fast going into me. It's my fault, I should have warned you about being careful starting off."

Charon turned the light off and let go of her arm, dropping his head down to look at the floor.

"That's why you were crying. Fuck, Cort. I can't even make it a fucking week without hurting you."

Oh shit no, he can't feel bad about this. Nonono, not having that. "I'd rather be hurt with you than without you. And don't worry, that always happens to girls the first time anyway." Cort shot a discreet glance between his legs, thinking rapidly. "Sometimes even the first few times, so stop feeling bad. I probably couldn't have gone any slower either, I wanted you too much. It doesn't even hurt anymore, really." Cort resisted the urge to cross her fingers at the outrageous lie, currently feeling more sore than she ever had in her life.

Charon looked at her distrustfully as he carefully finished wiping her clean and put the rag and bottle down, not believing her. "Then why do you keep flinching."

She forced a nonchalant grin onto her face and wrapped her arms around his neck as he stood up, then playfully licked up the middle of his chest, making him shiver. "In case you didn't notice, things down there are sensitive." Slipping a hand down, she gently grabbed a hold of him and gave a little tug, receiving a low gasp in response. "See? You flinched too." Cort kept fondling him, feeling him slowly stiffen up as a growl rumbled in his chest, his hands starting to trace circles on her hips. "Ready to have more of me now? My turn to drive, though." Letting go, she pulled their blankets loose and shook them out on the floor, nudging scattered clothing and pieces of armour out of the way as she did so. Groaning as Charon came up behind her and started caressing her breasts, she turned around and pushed at him, determined to have complete control this time. "Lie down, there." Straddling him as he did so, she moved to cover him, his hands making fists in the blankets as she slowly slid down around him. Cort shoved firmly on his chest and then grabbed his hands as he tried to push on her hips, lacing her fingers through his and shoving his hands back next to his head. "Oh no. This is what you get for kissing the beans out of me on the way to Underworld last time."

Tilting his head back as she started to rock slowly back and forth, he tried protesting and failed. "But I want-"

"I want you to stay still. Stay still, Charon." Cort moved slowly, feeling her battered flesh complain at the renewed activity as a comfortable flush spread up her spine. "Let's see how long it takes you to go crazy." Smiling down at him wickedly, she leaned over and started biting.


Charon felt positively drugged. Cort had tormented him for a solid hour before turning him loose, and he had promptly rolled her over, practically laying assault to her until he emptied into her again. Right now he was sprawled out with her laying on top of him, one of the blankets pulled out around them, a hand buried in her hair. Tugging gently at it, he lazily rolled his shoulders against the floor.

"It's still cold in here."

Yeah, but I'm warm." Reaching an arm out, she pulled the blankets in tighter around him, tucking in the edges.

"Do you want me to clean you off again?"

"No. It can stay this time, I'm too comfy to move. And way too sleepy."

"No argument from me." Not entirely sure what time it was, he was still fairly certain it was extremely late. Or early, fuck knows. I don't give a shit if I don't move until next week. Or at all. Tired, happy and feeling entirely whole for the first time in his life, he drifted off to Cort's warm breath fanning out over his chest.


After she was positive he had fallen asleep, Cort carefully disengaged his hand from her hair and crept over to her pack to withdraw a Stimpak, stifling a hiss as she rammed it home on the inside of one of her thighs. Groaning softly, she felt the unbearable soreness inside of her dissolve into a welcome warm itchiness as she crawled back under the blanket and cuddled up next to the ghoul, being careful to cover as much of him as possible. However much having sex had hurt her, the outrageous pleasure interspersed with it not dulling the discomfort entirely, she had tried to make his first time as positive an experience as she could, not wanting him to have any more emotional hangups. Damaged flesh was easy to heal, damaged minds were another matter entirely. Shuffling up on one elbow she kissed the corner of his mouth, getting a sleepy squeeze somewhere in the vicinity of her rear in return as she settled back down against his side. Told you I'd take care of you.


While happy that his world had found the big moon desirable enough to rut with(after all, he wasn't adverse to locating an occasional stray in heat to go after when he could manage, finding it wonderfully satisfying), Dogmeat decided that if at all possible, he would make himself scarce the next time they got up to it. Both of them were entirely too noisy, and went at it for far, far too long. Huffing contentedly at the returning quiet, he finally got back to sleep.