falloutkinkmeme_backup | Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

It makes me so happy to think of Raul as a teacher...

A burst of wind carried across the desert ground, kicking up dust and whipping through Simon's hair as he pressed forward. Maybe he should have left a note, he was reflecting now. Left with more than a short farewell to Arcade, the only other conscious person in the Lucky 38 at the ungodly hour of his departure. But he was at a loss for how to explain why he was setting out, or where he was going, and why he needed to go alone. Why there was only one person he wanted to see right now.

And in truth, he had very little by way of ideas on how to proceed. His current notion was to go to all of his regular haunts, the places he usually stopped along the road, knew the most people at. It wasn't much, but it was as good a plan as any. If nothing else, maybe seeing so many people he knew and liked would help ease some of the lonely ache that had been building in his chest over his past several untouched nights.

The road was sacred to him. His line of work was little more than an excuse to travel constantly. The wastes with all its paths, both defined and hidden, held a sort of wisdom that had a way of knitting itself into Simon's bones. He hoped it would provide him with some kind of clarity, even if it didn't lead him to his stranger.

He headed south of Freeside, stopping at Camp McCarran. He navigated the main courtyard, the tarmac, the concourse. He sat in the mess listening to his overflowing tableful of eager soldiers exchanging lively stories and politely pretended it wasn't just for his amusement, all of them good-naturedly warring for his attentions under the guise of a sudden base-wide attack of nostalgia. He sat in the ground floor office with Hsu, who welcomed his offered distraction of peaceful, companionable conversation. "You look exhausted," Simon told him sympathetically.

"Speak for yourself," Hsu replied with a sort of sad kindness.

He lost two rounds of Caravan to Betsy and won one against Bitter-Root. He took a hit from Boyd's hip flask, met her private wink with a secret smile. And then he moved on.

He tried to camp but was unsuccessful. His body felt like pebbles had settled under his skin, and his chest swelled ferociously at any soft sound that could have been mistaken for footsteps. He walked on.

He headed west to Red Rock Canyon, a definite candidate for the most unlikely location to become his most treasured sanctuary. There was no mistaking where you stood with the Great Khans, nothing by way of insincere politeness or diplomatic dishonesty. It made their affections mean more as they rang so honest, the hospitality they gave him more of a comfort. And it meant his visits were frequent, most of the Khans greeting him like an old friend. So different from McCarran. He stopped by the longhouse and paid his respects to Papa, pride building in him as the man greeted him with guileless warmth, knowing it had been earned. He made a stop in Regis' tent and wound up spending the rest of the morning and bulk of the afternoon in there, the two men getting lost in discussions of the philosophy Regis had recently excavated from some old book, as they often did. He made his way to take a seat at the campfire as evening began to descend, settled next to Anders as he always did. Their friendship ran so deep after their joined trek back from Cottonwood Cove that they rarely even needed words, even though the conversation was too good to skip. More Khans joined the fire, the smells of cooking wafting through the evening air. Jack approached from behind and greeted him with a sneak attack hug around his shoulders, kneeling by him and grinning with unshadowed fondness.

"Shit, you look exhausted," he said, catching the courier's chin in his calloused fingertips. "I brewed up some tequila the other night. You're having a bottle with your steak, brother -- that'll get you to sleep."

He did sleep, on a woven rug under the stars, filled with meat and drink and warmth. He dreamed of somewhere green, sunshine sparking hot between leafy branches and the feeling of grass on his bare back, of scarred hands on his body and a face he couldn't see, too overwhelmed by the light above. He awoke to the thin ribbon in the horizon of pink and orange chasing away the expanse of dark inky blue, and walked on.

He stopped in Goodsprings for lunch. Trudy asked him to stay the night but he politely told her that he had to get on. He had spent too many months on someone else's schedule, traveling for someone else's reason's and then settling in the gilded cage that was the Lucky 38, and now his feet longed to feel the Mojave under them, to eat up the road and drink in its secrets.

He spent the day walking, reaching Novac right as Manny's shift was ending, walking into the courtyard just as the sniper was descending the steps from the dino, a broad grin spreading across his face. "What's goin' on, man?" he greeted Simon warmly, pulling him into a quick, back-clapping hug. "You flyin' solo tonight?"

They swung by the McBrides to buy a pair of steaks, and soon Simon was seated on Manny's bed and chucking off his boots while Manny fried cooked. "So what's the grand adventure this time?" Manny asked over the sizzle and pop of the steaks in a pan.

"Just wandering," Simon answered. Manny offered him a beer, which he cracked open and took a swig from before saying, "Looking for someone."

"Anyone I know?"

Simon shook his head. "Couldn't say."

So, after I finished 'Come fly with me' I went back to Novac to talk to Manny Vargas. Chris Haversam (the only non-ghoul in REPCONN) appears to be rooming with Manny, as he was in Manny's room when I visited, and after some stalkerish behavior I noticed he spends a good deal of time there; even sleeps there. I want to know the deal anons; was Manny entranced by Chris' sexy voice and invited him to stay? Did the two become fuck buddies? Are they just budding bff's? Do they ignore each others existences as much as possible while sharing the same space? Should I even care? I'M CURIOUS, ANONS.

I know this seems random as hell. I apologize.

They ate, the meal stretching over an hour. Manny was good at talking, and Simon liked listening. Time had a way of disappearing, of not mattering, and that was a feeling Simon welcomed. No schedule, no delivery, no one who needed saving. He didn't even know where he'd be walking tomorrow. Off to a corner he hadn't reached yet, he supposed.

Manny rinsed the dishes and tossed the empty beer bottles in a small trash bin, and settled next to Simon where he was sitting on the bed. Cautiously slid a hand on his thigh in a silent question.

"Sorry," Simon said, "not this time."

Manny removed his hand with no complaint. "Same guy you were seeing last time?" he asked, voice still as casual as it had been during dinner.

"Yeah," Simon said.

"Must be working out well, then."

Simon worked at the knuckles of his left hand. "I hope so."

He didn't want to spend the night in his room -- too restless to spend time in what had always been little more than a glorified supply shed for him. He walked to Camp Forlorn Hope, still struck by how different it looked from the first time he had seen it, back when it was a skeletal place that looked like a graveyard waiting to happen, smelled like fear and death. It was by no means as comfortable as McCarran now, but it was substantially improved, and full of people who were always happy to see him. Another impromptu congress assembled around him at the campfire, the night owls and guards on their breaks. Hayes was the one with the hidden flask here -- Simon could name "the one with the flask" at every NCR post he had made enough of an impression on -- and shared a swig with him. He slipped into the medical tent where Dr. Richards was working far later than he should, on nothing more important than reorganizing old reports, weariness in his shoulders but still lucid enough to provide Simon with the enjoyable flirtatious banter that made no promises and no demands. The tent was empty save for the two of them, and Richards offered him one of the cots for the night. Or, he playfully offered, Simon could just join him in his tent, and Simon met him gamely, even as the doctor looked so bone-tired that Simon wouldn't take him up on it even if he weren't spoken for.

He hadn't realized that it was morning when he fell asleep, and he slept hard, emerging from the tent as the late afternoon haze was scattering and evening was settling in. He walked on.

He headed north, not really certain where he would go next. Just opting to see where the road would take him. Night had well and truly set in and he was far from any of the settlements he knew about when two patrolling NCR soldiers rushed towards him.

"Simon?" one of them said. "Simon. Thank god you're okay."

"What do you mean?" Simon asked, genuinely confused.

"We were worried he had gotten to you first," the other soldier said, shoulders sagging with relief.

"Wait, who?"

"You were being trailed," the first one informed him. "We saw it while we were patrolling a bit further south -- he's been following you for a while."

Simon's heart dropped into his stomach, and he didn't know how to respond, blinking at the two of them dumbly.

"We lost track of you a little ways back, and he must've to, 'cause he was ahead on the trail. C'mon."

The soldiers began walking and Simon followed, asking, "Come on where?"

"We got the bastard," the second soldier said. "You won't believe who we just saved you from, brother."

All of this. Every bit of this is just so wonderful.

LOVE THIS!!! So hot!

...you unbelievable cocktease, A!A.

oooh! I really liked this little tidbit!

Very very nice!

oh goodness. so intense and heartbreaking. the poor man!

I love your voice for Aurelius more than I can say.

Great job tugging at my heartstrings!

A!A is cackling like a bastard, just so you know.

I already rec'd this in the recommendations post, but in case you haven't seen it, this is an utterly wonderful fill that addresses that question:
http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5109133#t5109133

But, one of my favorite fills on the meme aside, I'm seconding this -- I'd love to read other takes on why Chris has shacked up with Manny.

Oh, this is what I get for not searching first...apologizes, guys! Of course if anyone wants to write another fill go ahead (that'd be awesome!), but I'm glad it's already been written. Thanks so much for pointing me in the direction of this! IDK why I thought it wouldn't have been prompted...

Oh god this was adorable. This is the most adorable workplace blow job fic in all the land.

Love this.

Don't apologize! I wrote that fill, and I think that more Manny/Chris prompts and fills are always a good thing.

Oh man, I just read and commented on that fill, but I'll just say again THAT WAS FUCKING MARVELOUS. Seriously, that fill made my day anon!

I hope someone still fills this prompt because while your fill was stupendous, it made me want more of the pairing. So thanks again guys, for linking me! (And you for writing it!)

Boone and Vulpes compete in a sexy contest to win the title of Mojave Rapelord.

Would love to see Arcade, F!Courier, and Fisto as the judges.

Unfff, I love this so much.

I need this in my life.

I'll see what I can do on a fill, OP. With Thanksgiving break coming up, if I can drag myself away from Skyrim for a little bit, I'll have it up by the end of the week.

Seconded.

Also OP, were you intentionally using titles from TV Tropes articles in the prompt? ;)

.... this sounds like way too much fun

*hitting F5 for lack of a "seconding" key*

Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

Re: Ensemble - New Vegas High [7b/?]

M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [2a/?]

M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [2b/?]

Manny Vargas + Chris Haversam, Roomies! (Gen or slash)

M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [2c/?]

Re: Pacer/Sergio - Wild For You [5.2b/5 - The Ending Sergio Deserves] - Complete

Re: Caress (6)

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [2c/?]

Re: Whisper. Antony/Violet (1/1)

Re: Worthy of Mars 8/9

Re: Caress (6)

Re: You're the best that ever happened to me 2c/?

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [2c/?]

Re: Manny Vargas + Chris Haversam, Roomies! (Gen or slash)

Re: Manny Vargas + Chris Haversam, Roomies! (Gen or slash)

Re: Order Up (3/3)

Re: Any Male/Any Male: I thought we were just friends...

Re: Manny Vargas + Chris Haversam, Roomies! (Gen or slash)

Re: Manny Vargas + Chris Haversam, Roomies! (Gen or slash)

Boone and Vulpes Inculta - Sexy Contest

Re: Torch Songs 5/?

Re: Vulpes/F!Courier - Multiple Personalities

Re: Legion slave raid (repost)

Re: M!Courier/Waking Cloud - Comfort

Re: Boone/m!Courier - evil manly Courier fails at romance