"Go home, get some rest, and be prepared for an early morning. For now, good work, everyone."

There was the shuffling of footsteps as the department began to clear for the night shift unit. Penny hid a yawn behind one hand, walking down the hallway and passing a door with a small viewing window, taking a couple of steps forward before she froze. Slowly, she backtracked and blinked at the occupants on the other side. The merc's back was to the door, and he was pointing a finger at the other ghoul's face. She couldn't see his facial expression or hear their conversation, and Charon's aloofness made it difficult to interpret much of anything.

Charon crossed his arms and began to speak. Cross then appeared agitated as he rubbed at his forehead with his chained hands, and the other ghoul gave a shrug. The bounty hunter then apparently said something of a shocking nature, for the ferryman's eyes widened, and he turned to the side. For a split second, the crimson ghoul almost appeared...perturbed? There were then a few more words spoken on the ferryman's end, and he gave a nod, seemingly in agreement to something. His glowing eyes then flitted to the door, catching Penny spying on them, and she gave an embarrassed squawk.

The merc turned around and opened it. "Yeah?"

"I-uh-" Penny started. "You should not have left your room." She worryingly glanced around. "Thomas isn't in a very good mood right now- I'll escort you back."

The merc gave her a look of what the fuck is he going to do?

"He'll be escorted directly to my office." The dimly lit halls began to glow an eerie neon hue as the head of security strode towards them. "Have Evelyn and the others taken to their rooms for the night," Thomas ordered, directing a dark look to the bounty hunter. "You, on the other hand, will answer to me now."

Penny gave a swift nod of her head. "Yes, Sir."

Charon followed her without so much as a direction while the bounty hunter blew out an aggravated sigh as he was forced in step beside the glowing ghoul. The ferryman remained glued at her side until she went to open the door to Evelyn's interrogation room, then bluntly moved past.

Penny watched them exchange a soft kiss, derailing her thoughts for a moment as she digested this information. The Cross she knew would not have accepted that lightly, or at all...and then she considered the conversation she had played Peeping Tom to. The small patches of skin that remained over her cheeks warmed to an uncomfortable degree as she realized she had been standing there, gawking at them as they stared at her in return.

"Sorry for making you wait so long," Penny rasped, awkward and with a slight cough in the back of her throat. "Um...your rooms?"

They walked 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 her braid, her thoughts swept back in time. "Can't say I know him much at all, anymore."

"...how did you meet Cross?"

Evelyn shared a secret smile with her ferryman. "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. She rubbed at them, groaning, "Are we leaving?"

"I am sure you and your smoothskin friend are more than welcome to leave as you wish. I am to take you to your rooms, if you choose to stay," Penny rasped.

Both roved their gazes over to Evelyn, and Campbell leaned back in his seat with his hands laced behind his head.

"Well, Cazador?" he mused. "What's the plan?"

"I'm honestly not sure," she admitted, somewhat sheepish. "We're going to be staying here, at least for a little bit longer...you don't have to."

Lydia's face became crestfallen as Campbell stroked his chin until he finally said, "Food ain't too bad, at least."

Evelyn crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, oblivious to the towering shadow that stalked up from behind that everyone else was giving notice to, its fingers wiggling in the air above her head.

"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."

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.

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!"

"Get the hell out," Thomas snapped, visibly upset.

"Sheesh, we're fuckin' goin'- it's a damn joke, not a dick, ain't got to shove it up your ass so hard."

The merc carried her the entirety of the way to Tweety's, tossing her on the bed and closing their door behind them. When she properly righted herself and looked over to see the merc (already) stripping himself bare, she gave a gurgled gasp at seeing Charon there, too.

The ghouls kept their backs turned to the other, each in quiet contemplation as they removed pieces of themselves: a knife, a belt, satchels, a holster, his hat, his shotgun-

They stood, bare ass to bare ass, before turning around almost in perfect sync. Cross' eyes immediately went south as Charon crossed his arms and raised a brow.

"Huh," the merc grunted with a scratch at his forehead. "Can't say I'm surprised."

Charon rolled his eyes and made his way to the bed. He blinked at the woman, still fully clothed, gaping up at him. "Is this…not what you wanted?"

"I-I mean, uh, uh-uh-" she stammered, feeling so incredibly small as the bounty hunter came to stand beside him, both their heavy brows and toasty stares and bulging cocks waiting on her to do as she pleased with. "I-I didn't think it would be, at, at once."

"First time?" Cross rasped, and then he scowled, mostly to himself, "Don't answer that."

"Well, yes, it actually is," she snapped in defiance at his rude tone. She then looked them both over, at once shy and meek. "…you're both okay with this? Together?"

The men exchanged a glance and then just as quickly looked away.

"We'll make it work," Cross said, a little sour.

Charon begrudgingly agreed, "Shall we continue?"

With a shaky breath, she nodded, and for a second time, the ghouls shared a look before snapping their hungry eyes on her.

Cross rasped, "You'll take the top, I got the bottom."

"What?!" Evelyn squeaked as one made a grab at her jacket, while the other swiped for her boots.

Charon fumbled with her jacket while Cross pulled down her pants, and she was twisted and turned as she felt their large, powerful hands and thick fingers manhandling every inch of her body until she was properly stripped and thoroughly groped. One squeezed a breast while the other opened her mouth, and Cross laid in bed and pulled her to climb on top.

"Sit this pussy on my face," he rasped, and she felt her cheeks catch fire as he settled her thighs just above his head to swipe out for a taste. The laps of his dark grey tongue at her cunt made her gasp with delight, and then a red-hot cock was suddenly at her lips.

She leaned forward slightly as the merc wrapped his arms around her and reached his hands up to pinch her nipples, her tongue swirling over the weeping tip of Charon's dick.

The crimson ghoul forced her to swallow him a bit more as he thrust inside until the merc wrapped both hands around her neck and squeezed the fat cock that was down her throat. She gagged as Charon groaned a husky, "Fuck."

She pulled back with webs of saliva trailing from her mouth, and she felt herself beginning to climb that peak until Cross lifted her away from him, her cunt drooling down his chin.

"I was close," she breathed, confused.

He winked. "I know." He then wiped herself from his mouth to jerk himself with a few times, all the while staring at her glistening pussy so swollen in heat for him with a famished need.

She lowered herself down to all fours, a desperate invitation for the merc to take, and he happily covered her from behind with a pump of his cock deep inside. Charon held himself out for her lips to wrap around again, and he buried his hands in her hair as they began to ride her from both ends.

"Ya like these lips gettin' stretched by ghoul cocks, smoothskin?" Cross rasped thickly. He pounded into her with a fierce plap plap plap! "Milk that fuckin' dick, swallow every drop of him."

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as she moaned around the dick in her mouth, and she took Charon deeper until his tip tickled her lungs and his shaft choked her throat. Charon grabbed at her jiggling breasts with both hands and stifled a grunt, his breathing heavy and muscles twitching. Cross angled his hips a little higher while spreading her legs a little wider, coming around with one hand to tease her clit.

"There ya go, smoothskin, takin' that cock nice and deep."

Every inch of her felt full from top to bottom, with Cross nastily screwing her pussy while Charon visibly struggled with his sanity. She swirled her tongue around his girthy shaft, sucking the life out of him. His cock suddenly spat salty cum that dribbled down her throat, and she took it all as his fingers tightened around her head while he begged.

"Fuck," Charon repeated with a shudder down his spine, his soul at her absolute mercy. "I-I can't-"

"Keep that dick in your mouth," Cross growled lowly by her ear, his cock frothing between the space of her thighs.

Evelyn whimpered as she felt the ghoul begin to grow soft, and the one from behind began to slam into her ferociously. The bed rocked and lurched, swaying Charon's balls to her chin as she looked up at him and merely softly sucked his limp cock. Cross' fingers swirling around her clit began to pinpoint just a little more precisely, and she felt that building crescendo pool in the heat of her belly once more. Charon gently traced a hair from the side of her face behind an ear, his dick starting to answer the call of the tender licks of her tongue.

"God, I love this fuckin' little pussy," Cross snarled, and then a groan escaped him as he watched her have her way with another's dick in her mouth. "Fuck- I'm goin' to fuckin' cum."

The merc stroked her clit, faster, firmer, just a little bit of added pressure as she answered him with desperate mewling that turned into ah, ah- ah! Her body shook, her orgasm much too strong that it blinded her, and the ghoul gave in to his primal side and suddenly jackhammered her with a feral growl before he burst. Cross pulled out, smacking a kiss on one ass cheek as he climbed out of bed to retrieve something from his duster. Charon slid out from between her lips, his cock standing proud as he reached a few fingers over to dip inside her fucked cunt.

Evelyn shivered from the ghoul's thick knuckles plopping inside. "You've...done this, before?" she asked the merc with a whisp of a breath.

He noisily exhaled as he held up a pair of handcuffs. "You really want the answer to that question?"

She seemed to be in thought until Charon derailed her with the fat head of his cock greeting the lips of her milky pussy, and her head bowed in the sheets. "I- ah!"

Cross twined a fistful of her hair through his fingers and snapped her back upright, shaking the cuffs at her face. "Didn't say we were done."

Four Months Ago

Those smaller hands were reaching for the uncapped water bottle, and without even realizing it, Charon handed it down to her. After a moment, the bottle was held back up for him to take, and only when he brought it to his mouth, did he finally refocus.

It was empty.

A cute smile was waiting for him when he turned to glower down at her, and he grumbled irritably as he reached inside his bag for another.

A second reach of her hands up as he began to take a drink, and he lowered it from his mouth and quirked an eyebrow muscle. "Are you thirsty?"

"Very." Evelyn gave an audible smack of her lips, and he lowered it far enough for her to drink from. When he didn't fully let go, she furrowed her brows.

"I shall hold it for you," he informed monosyllabically, and she missed the evil glint in his eyes as she pressed her lips to the rim.

He then tipped the bottle dramatically, creating a bubbling fountain from her throat as she spewed everywhere to prevent herself from drowning. Evelyn turned, hacking a rib-cracking cough with her hands on her knees, and the ghoul tossed the second empty bottle over his shoulder. He looked down at his distressed employer retching her lungs up.

She thumped a fist against her chest. "You jerk!"

There was a twitch of something akin to humor on the ghoul's mouth, but regardless, he dove through his pack for a third time. When his hand didn't feel the familiar crinkle of a plastic bottle, he frowned, opening his bag wide enough to peer inside.

"You have wasted my last one," he commented dryly, and as she began to annoyingly vomit words consisting of, you're a fuck, and, it was your fault, he shouldered his gear and scanned the general wasteland area. The ruins of a hospital caught his eye in the distance, and he turned to his employer with a nonchalant air. "We may find more there. Come."

They started inside; empty of residents, and void of dangers. Charon nabbed at her wandering hands multiple instances as they went to touch something questionable.

A giant glob of slime slithered from the topside of an archway door; Evelyn made extra care not to touch it as they passed through. Some ended up squelching into her hand, and she visibly panicked and wiped it over her companion's armor.

"Ew!"

The ghoul looked down as she defiled him.

"So gross!" she loudly gagged.

He gave her a look of are you fucking kidding me right now, slathered the dripping mess in his hand, and smeared it over her face.

"I advise you to keep your hands to yourself," he said flatly.

She shrieked, spitting rowdily as some melted on her tongue, and proceeded to claw at the goo like a frantic animal. "You fucking asshole!"

Charon grunted with a humorous tone, watching with hidden amusement as she began heaving to the side dramatically. A loud scraping noise echoed on the floor above them, and without a second thought, he clamped his large, slimy palm over her mouth to quell her bitching. She instantly stiffened as though an electrified prod was shoved up her rear, eyes wide and skin tinging light green.

"Be quiet," he instructed in a low rasp. His free hand reached behind himself to unholster his shotgun as she grabbed at his forearm to thrust him off.

"Fuck you!" she spat, and the scraping overhead scooted further down the hall, much quicker than before. "You did that on purpose, you deliberate dick!"

The enormous ghoul whirled on her, shoving a single, ramrod-straight finger in her face with the curl of a snarl on his usual hard-set mouth. "Do not act like a child. Now is not the time."

Her voice raised to an irritating level. "How am I being a child?! You're the one who-"

Charon's blunt interruption was interposed by an ear-piercing screech down the hallway, snapping their heads to the sound. Three different-sized, human-ish, hands were gripping the cracked trim of an open doorway leading to the stairwell, a cluster of two conjoined faces poking out.

Evelyn immediately recoiled back in disgust. "That is so-"

Before the words fucking disgusting could verbalize, (in that annoying tone that seemed to twitch Charon's brow muscle), a mud-colored projectile slapped her in the face. "-umpfh!" Evelyn sailed back onto her tailbone, a high-pitched scream vibrating inside the pit of her chest. Nasty!

Charon had made the mistake of glancing back to ensure she was unharmed; a thick, throbbing tentacle snaked around his left boot, curling tightly before giving a sharp tug. The ghoul grunted in surprise, forced to take a step forward. Centaurs were strong foes...but so was he. A raise of his shotgun; a shot blew away chunks of the slimy muscle. The echoing shriek made him grit his teeth in annoyance, and he elevated his aim to reduce their enemy to a pulpy mess. When he was satisfied with his work, he strapped his weapon back to its rightful place, and turned back down to his employer writhing on the floor dramatically.

"Evelyn, take off your clothes."

Her aggrievances were immediately silenced; she slowly rolled to face him, jaw dropped and eyes bulging from their sockets. She gave him a once over, and then blushed as madly as the setting sun.

"H-here?! Now?!"

Charon was already reaching for her bootlaces, untying the knot with practiced skill as he unfastened her shoes, shunting them off.

Evelyn squeaked, smacking his hand away as it went for her belt buckle. "W-we don't have time for this!"

The ghoul replied in kind with a terse sigh, reattempting in stripping her. "Do you have anymore Rad-X?"

"I-I never needed it, for this," she confessed, suddenly highly bashful. There was...a hint of something in the way she looked at him: eyes tempting, lips slightly parted, breathing shallow, pulse quickened.

Charon immediately paused; he had just undone her leather belt. "...are you implying that I am asking for sex?"

Her jaw clicked shut so fiercely he feared she may have fractured it; the reddening of her skin colored a darker hue. "...are we...are you not-?!"

The weight of his hand lifted from her thigh as though she were radiating a million degrees. "Are you stupid?" he growled, angling away from her as she sat there in her dumbfounded mess on the floor.

He curtly waved a knife hand at the radioactive goop still secreted on her skin. "Centaurs are radioactive, Evelyn. Unless you wish to become sick with radiation poisoning, I suggest you remove your clothes so that I may dispose of them."

She remained motionless, too mortified for words.

"Today!" he barked. He crossed his arms, nothing but ire on his face as he observed her hastily toss the filthy garments at his feet. He pointed to her underwear still left in its place. "All of it."

"N-no!" she indignantly protested, arms flying before her bouncing chest in a laughable attempt for some decency.

Charon snorted, bending down and collecting an armful of her clothing. "Now you are shy?" he said a little meanly, going to stand back upright. "You had seemed most eager to-"

A bra cup smacked him dead-set in the face, the straps whirling as they wrapped around his head. "Go to hell!" she snapped, disappearing inside an empty room and slamming the door behind herself. "Go drink out of a fucking toilet, for all I care!"

The ghoul reached up to remove the lingerie- her underwear had landed on his armored shoulder pad- to reveal his blank expression. Without saying a parting word, he spun on his heel to stomp down the hall...he left her there butt-naked, leaning against a concrete column as he dutifully waited outside the hospital until she finally came out in a ratty medical gown. He raised a brow muscle at how she held the backside tightly closed.

"You could not find any clothes?" he asked flatly.

"Go die."