Note: Jericho sex, ya'll, I warned you it was gonna get worse. Hnnnghhhh

He watched her when she walked through the gates, her eyes dead to the world, feet shuffling, shoulders hunched inward. She'd been broken by the wastes, just like any other fucker who walked into Megaton. The only difference was that this wasn't just any other fucker. This was Emily, and Emily had been fucked up.

It was the funniest thing he'd seen in a hell of a long time.

It took her a little while, after she came back to Megaton, to even pretend she noticed him. Jericho was outside looking down on the dumpy little shit heap of a town. Imagining, like he always did, that he was in charge. It was a much nicer thought than the reality; that he was a old ex-raider asshole who was only tolerated because he helped defend the town from them current raider assholes out in the elementary school. Hadn't been too many attacks, lately. He didn't think too much about that; didn't care as long as he still got paid.

Emily walked up the path to her shack, unlocked it, and went inside without so much as glancing at anyone. Jericho figured she would have at least gone up to say hello to Moira, but she went straight home. She wasn't trailing the fucking zombie anymore; some other Vault baby in a ridiculous leather jacket and a stupid poofy hairstyle walked behind her. Jericho watched him swaggering, and shook his head at him.

After that shit with her goddamn ghoul shooting his bed, he'd had to go crawling up to Moira and beg her to replace the mattress. Had to get Walter to look at his door and fix it, and then he'd gone to Doc Church. He couldn't afford that shit, he was on a fixed fucking income! Had to beg it out in service to Moira. Spent a long week being the crazy bitch's new test subject for her fucking painful "experiments" just to have the caps to pay off what he owed.

And he still couldn't hear out of his left side. Goddamn stupid fucking zombie.

Jericho wondered where he'd gone, for a moment or two. Woulda made him real happy to have a second chance to take that asshat down. This new asshat she had... hell, if that was his competition, it looked like he didn't have to do much other than breathe on the kid. Looked a real fucking pushover, short and tubby like Emily was.

Shit, she'd gained a little weight. Looked good on her, though. Made her less like a baby-face and more like a woman. And hell, she was a woman. She didn't look as much like a little girl, like she had before. Carried that extra weight all nicely.

Jericho liked it. Every time he saw her, he liked it more. Maybe it was because he'd had a little taste, and she put her cookies back up on the fucking shelf; maybe it was just him being a damn horny bastard. Didn't know, didn't care. He wanted those goddamn cookies.

Watched her in and out of her house, grinning at her, and she didn't show any consideration to him until she was out for the fifth time, the first without her little Vault boyfriend. She walked past him at the railing and "accidentally" dropped a bottle of water she was holding.

"You back for a long stay?" he asked, eyeing up her ass. Yeah, that leather was almost popping open with her cheek meat. Damn, she looked good.

"Prob'ly," she slurred, pocketing the bottle. "See y'at Mori-Moriarty's."

Emily walked off, wobbling a little. Left him smiling triumphantly, wondering why the hell she was drunk when it wasn't even noon. He didn't even start drinking until the sun went down. Some bad shit happened to her out there, and he was gonna take advantage of that.

Hah, the wastes really fucked her up, lately. And later, he was gonna fuck her up against his shack wall.

Life was good for an old ex-raider asshole, today.

She came back, begging. He laughed in her face before he let her into his shack.

He hadn't even had time to get up to Moriarty's, it was barely sundown. He'd been drinking a little before he went up there. That fucking zombie Gob was charging him an asshole tax, he knew it. Fuck that decaying little shit. That was why he had to go buy from the traders outside for a decent price.

But he had what he wanted right here, right now. Didn't need to go to the bar when he could fuck Emily stupid all goddamn night. Jericho grinned and watched her walk past him. Hell, she was still drunk. It was goddamn satisfying, finally having her right where he wanted her.

She stood in the middle of the room, looking around as he slammed the door shut and locked it. She didn't do anything at all until he ran a hand along her side and stuck his hand down her pants. She was wearing some merc outfit, baring her midriff, and he could just tell he was gonna have a lot of fun. He moved his mouth up to her ear and said, "I told you you'd come back begging."

She opened her mouth to speak, but he stopped her with a cuff to her cheek. "You listen, you little slut," he said, reveling in the power.

"Jer―" she started, and he hit her again, spinning her around to face him.

"You do what I say or you ain't gettin' shit," he hissed in her face. She bowed her head and nodded, so that he could barely tell. "You gonna be a good little bitch?"

"I will," she mumbled, moaning as he ran a hand up under her outfit and grabbed hold of her breast, pinching a nipple. Emily pressed her mouth together and threw her head back, like she did before. She was easy to tell. It wasn't even like he had to try.

He felt her up under her vest, grinding his hips into her, pushing her back against the wall. Emily didn't fight him, just laid her hands onto his shoulders and leaned into him as he sucked on her neck, making little sharp gasping noises.

Wasn't as much fun when he was doing all the fucking work. She'd come back asking for it, and here he was trying to get her bothered. She oughta be the one doing that. Jericho moved away, dropping her like a hot rock, and sneered at her. It was her turn to turn him on, to make him want it. Fuck, he already did, but she needed the lesson in humility.

"Strip," he growled in her ear. Jericho sat down and and enjoyed having her at his beck and call.

Starting with her leather vest, she began to peel off her clothes. She was dirty, smudged up and dusty from traveling. He wasn't too clean, either, but he didn't fucking care. Heavy breasts popped out of her top, tempting him to stop her. He grinned and adjusted himself in his seat, staring up at her.

She was a natural brunette, too. Jericho didn't care how much hair she had. Fuck, he was too excited to make her work for it, now. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, laying his nose against her bellybutton. "Girl, you are just what I fucking need," he muttered.

Emily wobbled a little. "Jericho―"

"Shut the fuck up," he said, pushing her backward and digging his fingers into her skin. She moaned and bit her lip. "Yeah, you fuckin' want it, don't you. Stop complainin', you stupid bitch."

He stood abruptly and grabbed her by the hair, pushing her forward over the table and holding her down. With one hand, he undid his pants and pulled himself out, debating―but she was trying to move herself up from the table and he had to show her what before he could get to the real fun stuff.

Jericho raised a hand and slapped her ass, hard, making her jump. He bent over her and chuckled into her ear, pushing her into the surface. "You better fuckin' behave," he snarled.

She moaned, loudly. He slapped her ass again, watched the fat jiggling. Hell yeah.

With one hand, he directed himself inside her and fucked her good, right across the table. Emily gasped and reached out to grab the edges, making crying noises, her face smashed into the tabletop by his grip on her hair. Shit―she felt amazingly good, so fucking tight. How did she have such a good pussy, if she was such a whore?

Jericho laughed to himself, slowing his pace. He was a little out of breath from excitement. And all those damn cigarettes he smoked. His hand went to her hip and held on, sinking himself repeatedly into her. The crying changed to heady moans, increasing in volume as he continued his assault on her.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned. Wasn't gonna be able to last much longer. That wasn't any good. Jericho shoved himself all the way into her and paused, breathing heavily, leaning over her on the table and biting her on the shoulder, hard. She gasped in pain and turned those big blues on him, looking scared. He laughed meanly, staring down at her.

"Come on, bitch... tell me what you want," he hissed in her ear.

Emily swallowed and blinked, her face flushed and sweating. He enjoyed the stupid look on her face, how fucking frightened she was. What did she expect, she'd been teasing him since she moved into that place across the walk. He grinned as she opened her mouth and panted out what he wanted to hear.

"F-fuck me," she gasped out, moaning. "Oh, God, please, fuck me―"

"Yeah, that's what I wanna hear." Jericho pulled out and grinned wider when he heard her whimper. "How about some screaming, huh?" He slammed back inside.

Emily groaned, her hands twitching on the table, pressing her lips together and closing her eyes. She was a lot of fun, like this. Not as fun as him trying to break her before, when he'd been pulled off by that fucking monster of hers. He laughed to himself. It didn't even fucking matter now. He had her under him, and she wasn't going nowhere.

Jericho lifted her head from the table and smacked it back down, laying into her hard. Her moans turned back to crying, as he grunted and groaned and muttered to himself. Yeah, she didn't know what she'd gotten herself into. Stupid little bitch.

Her ass jiggled as he slammed into her, pushing her into the edge of the table. "Ahhnnn!" she moaned, moving her hips up into the air, meeting his movement. "Jeric―ahhnnn!"

She was coming around him. Oh, shit, he was coming, too. He leaned his full weight on to her head and thrust into her as violently as he could, hearing her making pained noises through her moans. "Yeah, that's it," he muttered, and let out a relieved sigh, shuddering with effort. Goddamn, she was a good lay. He hadn't done something that exciting for a long fucking time.

Emily went limp over the table as he pulled away from her, sliding off the edge and onto the floor into a heap, panting and flushed. He stood, staring down at her, and smirked.

"Get on the fuckin' bed," he said. "We ain't done yet."

She moved onto all fours and paused, unsteady on her hands. Her eyes closed and she breathed out shakily, but managed to crawl around to the bed, pulling herself up onto it. Emily collapsed onto the mattress and passed out.

Stupid fucking bitch. Jericho put his dick away and finished off the bottle of vodka he'd been working on, watching her sleep, leaning against the wall.

No, he wasn't done with her, not after all that shit she put him through, before. Not after her goddamn zombie shot at him and not after her flaunting that rotten bastard in his face, walking around all full of herself because she was fucking a monster.

She lied and told him she hadn't fucked that bastard, too.

If she wanted a monster, she was gonna get one. He narrowed his eyes at her, took a long drink, and threw the bottle away.

He was gonna make her hurt, before he was done.