Two Best Friends play F3, chapter 4

(GNR, three hours later)- "so.......what was you snapping at AJ about?" crimson asked as politely as possible, sitting cross-legged on a sleeping bag the Brotherhood were kind enough to loan her, hands in her lap as she looked at me inquisitively. damn those curious eyes of hers, making me spill my guts all the time. "well, as you no doubt witnessed, he tried to interrupt me while i rooted information out through your uncle's nose. if i'm interrogating someone, trying to stop me is a big no-no in my book." "really? this wouldn't have to do with him thwarting your plans to blow up Evergreen Mills?" "what? okay, firstly, thwarting? truly? you read one too many comics. secondly? no, this has nothing to do with AJ going behind my back and selling the only thing that would make a takeover or destruction of Evergreen Mills quick, decisive, and most importantly, fun. though it played a part, i won't lie." i explained cautiously, choosing my words carefully, as crimson was the kind of girl that didn't stop until she got what she wanted to hear out of you, and i had to have SOME secrets. "is that so? well in any case, you didn't have to rough up my uncle over little 'ol me. i wasn't going to hurt him, so long as uncle Erik kept his trap shut about it while he did his broadcasts." "whoa whoa whoa, uncle Erik? your last name wouldn't happen to be Dellums by any chance would it?" "actually yeah. how'd you know that?" "ah ah ah little one, a wise man does not reveal all he knows to those who understand not what he advises. in time you'll find out how i know who your uncle is, but for now, i'm keeping that secret to myself. possibly to the grave." i commented, twitching nervously when crimson settled her eyes on me, a predatory gleam in them that made me feel like a field mouse being stalked by a lioness. a very, very sexy lioness. "that's a real shame. because i guarantee if you told me that secret," crimson began, crawling over onto my bag, and settling onto my lap, armored breasts pushed against my face, "i'd show you things that would make your brain erode." crimson finished, no doubt feeling the rock hard bulge that was painfully throbbing against her pelvis, before crawling back off me and onto her own bag with a cheshire grin. "i take back apologizing for calling you a cocktease. that was low, even for you." i said pointedly, panting slightly as i tried to work little Kyle down again, to no avail. "too bad, so sad. because even if we were to fuck, right here, right now, there are Brotherhood personnel not only in here sleeping on the upper levels, but outside patrolling the plaza. oh, and let's not forget AJ, and his magic ability to kill the mood with a well-crafted sentence. are you REALLY willing to risk making everyone here aware of our 'relationship', over this?" crimson asked, pantomiming her body with a smirk that didn't quite match her implied tone. "is that a rhetorical question? because if so, you already know the answer." i stated, crawling over to her sleeping bag, and running a hand up crimson's metal-armored side, coming to rest it on her breast. she'd tried to moan before i silenced it with a kiss, grinning against her lips before pulling away, doing almost exactly what she did to me, and leaving her wanting. "you......you dick." "yes, i do have a dick. and unluckily for you, you won't know just how well i can use it. unless of course, you play nice." there was a gleam in my eye when i said those words that even Loki couldn't match, and it felt so good to fuck with crimson's emotions for a change, instead of the other way around. though, something else had other ideas about what it wanted to fuck, and as of late he seemed to be having trouble with insomnia. "ugh, y'know what? i'm done playing these teasing mindgames. let's find a bathroom, or a supply closet or something, and finish what we've started." i growled, picking crimson up off her sleeping bag, and setting out in search of a supply closet we could do the deed in, where AJ-the-cock-blocking-magician couldn't stop us.


(random supply closet, five minutes later)- "finally! i'm getting antsy, and i'm not a happy man when i'm antsy." i panted, throwing open the door and pulling the both of us inside, closing it behind us and putting a broom between the doorknob and a supply shelf, effectively making an impromptu lock. "hold on just one second, hmm?" i asked my counterpart, unlatching my pip-boy with a hiss, removing it from my arm and flicking the light on to illuminate the otherwise pitch black closet. "mm, much better." crimson purred, pulling me close before i had the chance to put my pip-boy on the shelf, locking lips with me in a searing kiss that immediately made me groan in pent up sexual tension. *oh my god, if this is a dream, i don't want to wake up. ever.* i thought to myself, undoing the buckles and straps to crimson's metal chestpiece, hoisting the thing up over her head and dropping it down with a clang, never once breaking the kiss. caressing crimson's leather clad breasts as soon as the unyielding metal chestpiece was gone, i ground my pelvis against crimson's, making her groan into the kiss with a lust unfathomable to man, mutant, or otherwise. pulling away from crimson's lips with a panting gasp, i chuckled deeply, feeling for the zipper on the back of crimson's leather 'jumpsuit' quote unquote, and firmly grasping the tiny metal bar between my fingers. "does this make you horny babe? getting hot and heavy in a supply closet, so close to the Brotherhood outside it's a miracle we haven't been heard yet?" i whispered into crimson's ear, smirking when she shuddered under my touch, running her hands down my chest. "shut the fuck up and get me naked goddamnit, i want you and i want you NOW." crimson demanded, and doing as she asked, i ran the zipper all the way down its track until i hit the end, before asking crimson the pull off her boots, to which she complied without question. after she got rid of her boots, she unfastened the gauntlets around her forearms, and slid out of the top half of her 'jumpsuit', giving me a rather racy view of a black lingerie bra before she unclipped that, and chucked it aside. and here i thought every woman in the Capital Wasteland dressed a bit more conservatively than what i was seeing right now! "jumpsuit, off. now." "ah ah ah, only if you start taking your clothes off too. we're going to be as naked as the day we were born; i don't care in the Brotherhood find us like that the next morning, we're gonna fuck and we're gonna fuck the right way. now trenchcoat. jacket. off now please." crimson barked, and doing as she said, i slid out of my trenchcoat without a care in the world, wincing as the metal armor plate made loud and noisy contact with the degrading tile floor. unzipping my leather jacket, i slid that off as well, being careful not to leave anything on it that would draw any still-awake Knights to the supply closet if they heard the noise. dropping that next to my coat, i undid my pants, almost exclaiming aloud when crimson dropped to her knees, yanking them down around my still booted feet, leaving my boxers the only thing standing between her, and seven inches of hard, aching cock. "oooh, he's big. this'll be interesting." crimson purred, rubbing against the poor little guy through the fabric of my shorts, making me twitch in response. "now's not the time crimson! either pull down my boxers and start sucking me off, or let me finish undressing so we can do things the old fashi-oh my gooood." i began, cut off when crimson did exactly as i had suggested, pulling my boxers down and taking my manhood into her mouth without another word. "AJ, if you fucking ruin this moment right now i will gut you with a soup spoon." i groaned, placing a hand on the back of crimson's head, and gently guiding her forward as she sucked me off, bobbing her head back and forth in a rhythm i was starting to grow accustomed to. i could feel her growing hair beneath my palm, growing from a near clean shave that she'd had back in Paradise Falls, to smooth wavy hair, like the same kind i had on my own head. *which is weird, now that i think about it. but i'm not gonna question it.* even my thoughts held a groaning tone to them while crimson worked her magic, steadily picking up her pace until she was slamming her lips against my pelvis so hard i was damn certain she was going to crush it with her lips alone. and it was promptly after that i saw stars, going blind for a moment or two and twitching violently while i filled crimson's mouth with hot cum; groaning when i was done, empty and sexually satisfied. i heard a gulping noise beneath me, and in disbelief, i stared down at crimson, whom licked her lips in admiration, ghosting her fingers down my abdomen, and wrapping them around the rapidly settling mini-me. "to be fair, that was nice and all, but you got off. i'm still in need of release. care to provide?" crimson asked rhetorically, and stooping down to her level i laid her down on the closet floor, using our discarded clothing as a mat to keep the dirt off of her, and tugged the rest of her jumpsuit down, pulling it off her legs and exposing my prize, soaked to the core with liquid need and wanton lust.


"no panties? oh-ho you naughty girl. now, open those lovely legs for me crimson, show me what you want me to fuck." i cooed with a deep chuckle, that would've made the goddamn batman's deep, commanding voice sound pathetic and whiny, while crimson complied, eagerly opening her legs so i could see what lay between them. "oh you poor thing, you're soaked! i think i know how to fix that." i teased, curiously lowering my lips to crimson's core, taking a whiff of what smelled suspiciously like cinnamon before pressing my lips to the soft folds of flesh. "don't tease me anymore Kyle! please, i need this. i need you" crimson pleaded, and at those words, words so tinged with lust, need, and something i could only describe as a primal kind of love, i slid my tongue into crimson's depths, making her mewl and a hand push down on the back of my head, urging me further in. and further in i went, exploring crimson's womanhood with my tongue, finding the tart flavor of her juices to be quite the refresher to the strict water-only diet i'd been on since we got here. (i've been purposely avoiding the food, for obvious reasons. but enough talk! 'tis time for the sexes!) "don't stop Kyle, please don't stop!" crimson pleaded with me once more, and hesitantly i obeyed, licking lazily up, down, left and right in a cross pattern, until i felt crimson's legs latch around my head, and a surge of liquid blast against my face in waves. "Kyle!" crimson hissed, pulling herself up by her contracting abdominal muscles before settling back down, panting tiredly. smirking against crimson's now exhausted form, i pulled away, finding a relatively unused washcloth to wipe my face off on, before curling up next to my lover with a grin. "better?" "MUCH better." crimson breathed, curling up against me in turn, pressing her modest bosom against my chest. "mmm, now THAT was nice. where did you learn to use your tongue like that?" "oh no, i know that tone. and i'm not telling you. i find it's better to keep you in the dark sometimes. it means the possibility gnaws at you, until you confront me and this ends up happening again." "y'know, you don't have to do that to get me to fuck you. after tonight, you're definitely worth the teasing, the flirting, and the bad jokes it would cost me to endure to do this again. it's actually why i lo-" crimson began to say, cutting herself off before she got the last word out. but i already knew what she was going to say. *she loves me? SHE LOVES ME?* i thought to myself, my heart rocketing up into my throat and back down into my chest again, doing so again and again at least three times before i regained my composure. this was fucking tits man. i just had sex for the first time, (was it technically my first time though? i'd like to think so, but i'm still unsure about alot of stuff concerning this.) i'm smack dab in the middle of Fallout 3, and i'm in Fallout 3 with the one guy who knows me better than me. granted the cheeky bastard ruined my chances of getting laid twice now, but like they always say, third time's the charm. "indeed it is." i muttered to myself with a smirk. "what was that baby?" crimson asked, making me jump at how crisp her voice had sounded now, breaking through my thoughts like it had. "nothing, just talking with myself. and don't think i ignored that comment you made earlier. what were you going to say?" i explained simply, looking at crimson with the same inquisitive eyes she used on me all the time.


"i.....forget it." "oh no you don't. you get me to spill my guts time and time again, but when i give you the nerdy eyes you don't want to talk about it? i don't think so." "what do you want me to say? it was heat of the moment thing, i didn't-" crimson began, cutting herself off when she'd seen the hurt in my eyes. "i.....damn. Kyle, i didn't mean-" "no, you said it yourself, it was a heat of the moment thing. it didn't mean anything to you, apparently." i grumbled, untangling from crimson, and taking a seat by the supply closet door, trying to distance myself from crimson as much as i could without leaving the room sans.......well, everything. "Kyle, you have to understand, it's-" "hard for you to love a guy like me? someone you aren't satisfied with loving until you know all his secrets? is that what you were going to say?" i accused with a snarl, a silent tear running down my cheek as i bent my knees to my chest, trying to keep myself contained. "you know damn well i'm not like that, Kyle! it's hard for me to love after what happened to me, and you know that! the only reason i brought it up was because....because...." "because i was the one to get your rocks off, and you made a slip in 'the heat of the moment'?" "goddamnit, stop contradicting everything i say! you know i'm not that shallow!" "do i? do i really? because up until now i thought i had you all figured out, but it seems there are parts of you that either i want to know, but you won't let me, or the parts that i just don't want to know, lest i regret ever asking about them. i understand we haven't known each other long, but goddamnit crimson, i put myself in a vulnerable position doing this! and you....grrr, fuck it all!" i snarled, grabbing at my hair and cursing every god in existence that this was so damn confusing. "shhh, shh." crimson whispered, pulling me close, and allowing me to use her breasts as a pillow while for the first time since i got here, i cried. openly, unafraid of the consequences, i sobbed like a toddler who lost their mom at the supermarket, the weight of the entire situation finally catching up to me. "it's okay Kyle, let it out. you'll be alright." crimson soothed, rubbing my back tenderly, slowly, while i continued to cry until i had nothing left to cry out. "thank you." i choked out, the sound quiet and almost unheard in the confined space, while crimson still continued to rub my back, smiling softly. "you're welcome Kyle. are you okay?" she asked, and wiping my eyes blearily, i sniffed, hating the stuffy nose i'd gotten from my little moment of weakness, and turning myself around in crimson's arms to lay down with my back against her chest. "y-yeah. i'm okay." i stammered, still uneasy from earlier, but feeling better now that i'd let out the emotions i'd bottled up inside since i'd arrived here. "we should probably get dressed and in our sleeping bags before Lyons and AJ blow a collective gasket, and go on a manhunt for us." crimson observed dryly, while i merely gave a tired nod, unraveling myself from crimson and finding my clothes once more. "and Kyle?" crimson asked, making me crane my head towards her in question, "about what i said before.....i really do want to love you, but it'll take time. could we maybe settle on boyfriend and girlfriend for now, and see how things go from there?" crimson asked, and contemplating the offer for a moment, i looked back up at her with a smile, giving a sure nod. "of course." i replied, pulling on my boxers and my pants, and leaving it at that, i reattached my pip-boy around my wrist, waiting for crimson to be at least dressed in her leather jumpsuit before i unbarred the supply closet door, and opened it up again-


to find half a platoon's worth of Brotherhood Knights groggily pointing energy weapons in my direction. "can you please tell me why you imbeciles thought it was a good idea, to get down and dirty at EIGHT O' CLOCK AT NIGHT?" Lyons screeched at the top of her lungs, leveling a glare my way that could slice through solid steel. "whoa whoa whoa, calm yourself down there. last time i checked, you all were still awake, and doing your own things. so why the flying FUCK, are you so grouchy?" i hissed in undisguised anger, getting up in Lyons' face with a snarl. "because ASSHOLE, unlike you i actually have a responsibili-" a loud smack echoed through the room before Lyons could finish her sentence, and pissing and spitting vinegar, i bared my teeth at the woman, my fury considerably ignited. "i just had a heart to heart/fuck session in a supply closet, helped make the Capital Wasteland two raider and slaver strongholds freer, and disarmed a LIVE atomic bomb, and you're talking to me about lacking responsibility? how fucking DARE you? i should put a shell between your eyes for that, but lucky for you i already feel bad enough about just hitting a woman, let alone murdering one. so here's a thought, why don't you shut your goddamn mouth, plant your own boot right up your ass, and waddle on back to your commanding officer, before you even BEGIN to talk to me about responsibility!?" i barked with unmatched authority, even watching a couple of the Knights, still groggy from their scheduled naptimes to take over the graveyard shift, cringe at the volume of my voice, looking somewhat fearful of me, but all the more fearful of Lyons. "alright you self-righteous ass, one on one, you and me. the winner gets bragging rights, and the loser, has to give the winner a formal apology, stating the winner's their way of thinking was right, and their's was wrong. deal?" "deal. just don't cry home to daddy when i whoop your dull metal ass." i taunted, motioning for the Knights, AJ (who had just now joined the fray) and Reaver (who likewise had just joined the fray) to form a circle around me and Lyons, and boy did they. yes sir, there was nothing quite like the promise of violence to really make people listen to you. "alright ladies and assholes, this will be a best of three match or at the worst, to K.O.!  you all have heard the terms agreed upon by the opposer and the defender, now without further adieu, LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLLLLLLLEEEEEE!" one of the Paladins narrated flawlessly, and with his words ending, the fight began, with Lyons typically striking first, aiming a haymaker at my head. but years of being the scrawny kid had their advantages, and dodging underneath my opponent's no doubt vicious punch, i delivered one of my own right back into her gut, hearing the sharp wheeze as air was forcefully expelled from her lungs. trying to find another weakness to exploit other than Lyons' face, i tripped the legs out from under Lyons' waist, letting her fall to the ground with a hefty thud, that rattled her brain around inside her skull a little, if her dazed expression was anything to go by. "1! 2! 3! 4!-" the crowd was cut off when Lyons sprang back up to her feet, only to wobble a bit as she was still considerably disoriented. "uh-oh! we might have to call it quits early! blondie ain't feelin' too good!" i taunted with a wry smirk, crossing my arms when Lyons shook off her daze, and growled at me through grit teeth. "come and get it Lyons, if you can still walk in a straight line that is." i taunted once more, surprised when Lyons once more made for a battle charge, only to be tripped up once again when this time i dove between her legs in a slide, and wrapped my hands firmly around her shins, using my momentum to kneel, and fling Lyons back onto her back, actually making an impact crater with how hard she'd collided with the tile floor.


"1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9!-" the crowd was JUST cut off once more when Lyons sat up again, refusing to go down, snarling a fiery anger that actually scared me a little bit. "aww, what's the matter blondie? tin can fall down go boom?" and just like that, the asshole was back, and taunting the bear as per usual. but Sarah didn't get up from her seated position, holding her possibly pounding head with a wince, looking at me as if she were seeing double. "oh shit. somebody get a combat medic down here, i think she's got a concussion!" "no, no, i'm perfectly fine. my head just hurts like a motherfucker." Lyons interrupted, and watching her rise to her feet for a moment, i'd seen her wobble and stagger mid-step, and brace herself against one of the Knights, undoubtedly too hurt to continue. "just concede Lyons. you're too fucked up to continue fighting, and i'm pretty sure you've got a concussion. i'll forget this entire thing ever happened so long as you see a damn doctor." i pleaded, but the blonde was too stubborn for her own good, pushing off from the Knight she'd used as a brace, only to stagger a few steps my direction, and fall to her knees. "is somebody going to fucking get a combat medic? or am i the only one with enough balls to go against the Sentinel's orders and get her one?" i barked to the bucket-heads that encircled their commanding officer, satisfied when they made haste to find the medic, leaving just me, crimson, AJ, Reilly and Reaver there with the stubborn blonde bucket-head-in-training. "i...will....beat you." "sure you will darlin', just try not to pass out or y'know, die before we can get you someone to look over your wounds. i'm not exactly thrilled to have a daddy's girl of your caliber die on me, when your pop is basically the commander in chief of the Lyons Brotherhood of Steel." "why....do...you....care, anyway?" Lyons groaned out, while i merely gave a smirk in reply. "because i'm not like regular mercenaries. i'm in it for the caps, yeah, but i have a much stronger moral compass than the run of the mill gun-for-hire. and i can't really let a stubborn blonde marine kill herself because she refused to seek medical treatment. that would be cruel." i explained simply, kneeling at Lyons' side and checking her head for any bruises or strange bumps. "your hair is unusually soft for being out in the Wastes as long as you and your buddies are." i commented idly, thankful i didn't feel any serious injuries, and this was just a headache from hell. "beyond that, you should be fine. i'm no dottore, (italian word for doctor, c'mon people, catch up!) but you have no serious bumps or bruises, possible contusions or skull fractures to what i can feel. you should be thankful i'm doing this at all, normally i don't give my opponents a second glance, but i'm in a good mood." i warned, thankful there were no signs of concussion, and rising from my knelt position, before taking my place at crimson's side, wrapping an arm around her waist with a small smile. "that's.....that's good. i think i'll find a bottle of aspirin, lay down for a while. god my head is killing me." "well what the hell did you expect? it hit the ground. TWICE. in the span of five minutes. i don't care if you're fucking superman, nobody can keep consistently sustaining head injuries and expect to just walk them off. there's going to be a substantial headache for a while, if not a concussion." i snapped grouchily, sound every bit a medic as Ratchet, and not once releasing my hold on crimson to gesture wildly, like he did at times when he wanted to prove a point. (case in point, TFA and TF: Prime.) "gee, thanks for the tip. i'll be sure to remember that." Lyons growled sarcastically, something i chose to ignore, for her sake more than my own. "oh it was my pleasure, Sentinel. and don't look so dour, come morning, we'll be up and gone come dawnbreak. just remember what we did here before you go issuing a capture or kill order on our heads for knocking some sense into that thick skull of yours." i threatened calmly, my voice low and exceptionally intimidating, actually making the young Sentinel shudder at the tone. "now, if you're done getting your panties in a twist 'cause you haven't gotten any in the past month, i'm going to catch some sleep. you wake me up, you'll regret it. buh-bye." i commented wryly, walking off with AJ and Reaver in tow, whom tag-teamed me and crimson with questions. mostly teasing and quips, but i could hear a few questions come from the rookie.


"no, Reaver, we didn't go all the way. we were both too exhausted to do that, and Lyons probably would've dropkicked the door down had we actually tried for a round two." "that reminds me, it's about damn time you two fucked! jesus, i thought i was stuck in soap opera hell for the longest time, listening to you to bi-" "AJ, i love you to death, but you shut your mouth right now, because you were namely the one person who kept this from happening the first time. so please, shut your cock-blocking, cheeky mouth up before i play dentist with my fist." i snapped exasperatedly, leveling a glare on my brother-in-arms, who shrugged, laying down on his sleeping back with his hands folded on his chest. "whatever nigga, you should know by now if you want something bad enough, and i'm in the way, you need to move me aside to get to what you want, 'cause i ain't gonna make it easy for yo bitch ass. you knew that the day you fuckin' met me man." AJ quipped, while crimson laid down with me on my sleeping back, nuzzling up close and using my chest as a pillow. "ACK! GRUH! i think i'm gonna be sick!" i heard AJ cackle from his sleeping back, before flipping him off and from then on ignoring him.

i found sleep had come easily to me that night, listening to the turned down radio while Frank Sinatra's 'i've got you under my skin' waved out of the speaker. oh how life could have such a cruel sense of humor.


(three days later, back in Paradise Falls)- "we're home maggots! anyone miss us while we were gone?" i crowed to my new entourage of mercenaries, who'd all poked their heads out from the canteen upon hearing i was back, grinning and smirking at the news. "good to have you back bossman, alot of shit's changed since you've been away." "oh really? how so?" i asked Reinard, who upon acknowledging my question, led me over to the canteen's counter, where a radio stood proudly, blaring noisy jazz out into the yard. "well i'll be damned. didn't think the stick figure had the balls to trudge into mutie territory, especially for a fucking relay dish." i muttered to myself, smirking at this new revelation. things were going to plan, and once the raiders and slavers were gone, AJ and i could head further up to the Commonwealth. of course, we're not going to be WALKING there, and it would be highly likely we'd purloin a fleet of Vertibirds the first chance we got, but we'd still end up there at some point. "this is good, that means that there are people like us taking a proactive stance out here. all we need to do now, is wait and bide our time until the other raider clans show us EXACTLY where Evergreen Mills lay." "won't be easy boss, ever since you and Blackhawk took down Paradise Falls here, the other clans have gone quiet, thinking they might be next if they make a move. and i can't really blame 'em for thinkin' that, considerin' it's the truth." Reinard explained with a cocky smirk, slightly overconfident that we managed to intimidate a while insane, bunch of anarchistic kids that needed to be taught a lesson. "that's all well and good Reinard, but they're not going to stay shit-scared for long. we need to get the whip a-crackin' and turn these kids into soldiers. NOW. before the raider clans know where WE live, and try and lynch us with an angry mob of unwashed, cranky junkies." i ordered, my tone evoking no-nonsense, and telling Reinard flatly that i didn't want PT to start tomorrow, i wanted it to start today. "line up maggots! the bossman's decided it's time for you all to earn your ranks within his beloved corps!" Reinard hollered to his fellow mercenaries, who in a flash, were at his side, attentive and alert.


"alright worm feed, listen up and listen good! because today marks the day where i whip you former-raider snots into merchants of death, dismemberment, and decapitation for the easy payment of one shotgun shell per head! from this day onward, you will be pushed to your breaking point, and BEYOND it, until you've had enough and want to go back to the lifestyle you were accustomed to, or you achieve greatness, and become the T.W.O. operators i know you can become! i will warn you now, it will NOT be an easy time for any of you. depending on how strong you are, i will double, triple, even quadruple your exercise regimen until you can take no more! i will drag you all through the mud and pouring rain, to rinse you clean on the other side with the fires of the phoenix itself. i will run you, i will push you, and i will make each and every day of your life hell, until you graduate from my boot camp of horrors! and if you don't have the chops to nut up, shut up, and deal with this," i began, gesturing behind me to the door, "there's the door. walk through it and never come back in should you even THINK about deserting this army. now, are any of you ready to be soldiers?" i barked tirelessly at my subordinates, watching them carefully while each and every one gave me a stock stiff salute, overshadowed by their jet black combat armor and helmets. "then without further adieu, let's begin ladies. i promise you, i'll make fighting fit marauders out of you yet." i grinned sadistically, pleased when some of the less iron-willed ex-raiders squirmed under the grin.


(twelve hours later, former Slaver barracks)- "whew! i can still hear Reinard helping me make the cadets squirm.  your ears ringing by chance?" "yeah, no small thanks in part to you. Reinard's shouting i could handle, my dad yells louder than that, but you were like an air raid siren going off right in my ear. be that as it may, i can tell the cadets really earned their rec time today, especially after you and Reinard whipped the piss right out of 'em." AJ yelled just a little too loudly, sticking a finger in his ear and twirling it around, before pulling it out and repeating the process in the other ear. "true. they're not going to sleep any harder than they will after today. but, they really wanted their rec time, so i'll give them a break this once." i calmly replied, removing my trenchcoat and leather jacket once i was certain AJ, crimson and i were in only our own company, laying down on my significantly improved mattress, (with bedspread, sheets and pillows on, thank you very much!) before roosting my feet on the footboard, one atop the other with my arms behind my head. "oh how kind of you. but remember, we're still going to have to make nice with the BoS. i want that fuckin' T-60b, and i'll be damned if you're going to stop me because you wanted more to train your little toy soldiers than help me look." AJ huffed from atop his own bed, staring up at the ceiling dully. "oh quit worrying about your precious power armor, AJ. you should be grateful you guys have people so willing to follow you into hell. there were times back when i was Eulogy's slave that i'd WISHED Paradise Falls was this organized. i'll say this right now; they may be ex-Raiders, but i'll be damned if they can't change gears towards something positive in such a short amount of time." crimson defended snappishly, taking her place at my side, and curling up around me, the metal pieces of her armor discarded in the footlocker beneath my bed, and her 'jumpsuit' on the floor; leaving her dressed scantily in the black lingerie bra i'd so graciously gotten a look at a few days ago, and a pair of black lace panties, that would've made any man's brain cease all functions just by looking at her. "*wolf whistle* damn gurl, ditch the zero and get with the hero already!" AJ called from his bed across the room, and giving a protective snarl, i wrapped my arm around crimson's shoulders, silently daring AJ to try and take her from me. "ah relax bitch-boy, she's all yours. was never really into her anyhow." "hey!" crimson shot back, offended until i pulled her back onto the bed, ruffling her growing hair with my free hand. "relax babe, he's fuckin' with ya. least for his sake, i hope he is. besides, you know if AJ wasn't so far in the closet, i'd have to beat him down with a stick to keep him from trying to rape you." "HEY! i am not gay!" AJ snapped from across the room, immediately trying to defend his heterosexuality first, and any other of the points i'd made second. "of course not, but that's the kind of shit you should remember can come out of my mouth at anytime should you be such a dick to my girlfriend. keep it in mind, young grasshopper, because i haven't been having a day where i can put up with your bullshit for any prolonged period of time." i warned with a raised brow, satisfied when AJ said nothing, choosing to sink back down onto his bed with his hands folded across his chest again, silently contemplating something while he stared blankly up at the ceiling.


"y'know, i'm starting to like that your hair's getting longer again." i observed, running my fingers through the thin layer of hair that was growing on crimson's head after the past couple of weeks or so she's been traveling with us, liking the silky smooth feel of it between my fingers, and the fact that it was actually smooth, not curly like many afro-americans i'd met over the years. or y'know, Eulogy works too. (don't get me wrong, curly hair isn't a bad thing to me, i just find people of that specific ethnicity with smooth hair to be a holy grail if you will. something to be celebrated. and before you pick apart my sentence for ammo towards your 'KyleShepard343 is racist' argument, kindly shut your fucking mouth. you'd KNOW if i was being racist or sexist, trust me. i don't do subtle when it comes to those topics.) "really? i always kept it as short as possible so i could fit it under helmets and such. but now that i think about it, i always did like to keep it long before Eulogy 'purchased' me." crimson explained, giving a note of disdain at the mention of that rat bastard. "it would look good long. you have the hair type for it. but, i'd understand if you wanted to keep it short." i stated, trying to keep the hope out of my tone, while crimson-y'know what, is she even still crimson anymore?-CHARLOTTE, thought it over, smiling a sultry smile before placing a hand on my chest. "relax, soldier. if you like the idea of me with long hair, i'll give it a shot. besides, if Valkyries could tuck their hair under their helmets, why can't i do the same?" charlotte asked, more to herself than me, but i still nodded my approval anyhow, thankful that charlotte was willing to give this a try. "thanks......charlotte." i said with a smile, growing quiet when charlotte looked perturbed at my mention of her name. her real name. "nobody but my family has ever called me that in over thirteen years." "i.....i'm sorry, i shouldn't have overstep-" "no, no it's fine. it'll take some getting used to, but i'd prefer you use my real name over my slave name. especially since i'm not Eulogy's anymore. i'm yours." charlotte waved off dreamily, snuggling into my chest and drawing slow, lazy circles between my pecs with the hand still resting on my torso. *god, i know i've been a dick to you up until now, but if you're up there.......thank you.* i thought to myself with a smile, laying my head back against my arms and enjoying the moment of quiet between us, eventually pulling the covers out from beneath charlotte and i, and turning in for the night, keeping charlotte close and contented throughout the night, content myself with a warm smile still fresh on my lips as i drifted off.


i don't care if we were right smack dab in the middle of a post-apocalyptic, 1950's World of Tomorrow misogynistic hell. i had my brother, my girl, my dog, and our soldiers to help me live through it all. in my opinion, the 'Real World' could stick a roman candle up its ass business end first, and light the fuse; because as i began to sleep, i decided that if we ever got the opportunity to go home, neither of us would. we made too big an empire here, AJ, charlotte and i. to just leave charlotte, our men, and Reilly with nobody to care for them, give them direction, etc., was enough to galvanize my decision. even if i had to seriously convince AJ that i was right, we were staying.


one way or another.

AN- Hell-oooo Fallout fans, it's the DAWG here! hopin' you enjoyed a portal that took y'all further into the crazy world Kyle and AJ appear to be getting themselves into. they'll be in deep shit soon enough, but for now, it's Three Dog! lord and master of ALLL i survey.