Characters: M!Courier, Arcade, Veronica Relationship: M!Courier/Arcade (and M!Courier/prostitutes) Kinks: substance, sex pollen, fuck or die, slash, het, masturbation, anal, oral, fingering, rimming, multiple orgasm, dry orgasm, the kitchen sink Summary: The Courier takes some chems with unexpectedly distracting side effects. Arcade gets roped into finding a remedy.
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Rosy evening light flooded into the tent. Arcade looked up from his microscope to see Julie standing in the opening.
“Someone here insisting on seeing you,” she said. “Says it’s an emergency.”
She stepped aside and a young man entered, barely more than a boy.
“Doctor Gannon?” he said, breathless from running. Arcade nodded, frowning. “The lady sent me. Um, I don’t know her name, the one with the big old Powerfist. Said you need to come quick. Said it’s Jake, he’s real sick.”
Arcade was on his feet before the kid even finished his sentence. “Where?”
“The Wrangler,” the kid said. “She said you’d need a… a… um…”
“A what?” Arcade snapped. He was already reaching for his doctor’s bag.
“A… sellative?”
“Sedative?”
“Uh. Yeah, something like that.”
Arcade made a quick scan of the contents of his bag, making sure he had Med-X, stims, plenty of antivenom (Jake was forever getting poisoned), dressings, and, yes, tranquilizers in both oral and injectable form. He snatched up the bag and followed the kid from the tent. Julie eyed him with confusion and mild annoyance as he passed. Arcade was getting used to that look; saw it every time he left the Fort at short notice to go running after the Courier. They could argue about it later.
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It was still early evening, but already slot machines were jangling in the bar and half the tables were occupied. The sound of a girl moaning enthusiastically became clearer as Arcade climbed the stairs two at a time. Veronica was waiting right outside Jake’s room, as though on guard. She was all but twitching with anxiety.
“I’m sorry,” she said as he reached the top of the stairs. “I would have come for you myself, but I couldn’t leave him alone in case… I don’t know, in case he hurt her.”
Arcade frowned. “Hurt who?”
Veronica pulled a face that was a kind of apologetic wince. “The hooker,” she said. Before Arcade could ask her what the hell she meant, she’d pushed open the door to Jake’s room.
Arcade looked over her shoulder, then stopped and just stared.
There were people on the bed. Naked people. Naked people having very noisy, furious sex. One of them was Jake. Actually, he wasn’t completely naked; his pants were down around his knees and it looked as though one of his boots was still on, but everything from there on up was bared and bathed in sweat. His skin was blazing red from his efforts. From the doorway Arcade could see his profile, eyes almost closed, his lips parted and teeth bared in a snarl. On her knees underneath him was a dark-haired woman whom Arcade vaguely recognised from the few times he’d visited the bar. She was the one making those moans; Arcade just hadn’t processed the fact that they were coming from this room. The sound seemed almost deafening now the door was open; she panted and moaned and yelled as though it was almost too much. The way Jake was ramming into her like an animal, Arcade was hardly surprised.
He tore his eyes away from the spectacle and Veronica pulled the door closed again. Jake and the girl hadn’t even seemed to notice them.
“What the hell is this?” Arcade demanded. He tried not to focus on why he felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “I thought he was injured?”
Veronica had gone very very pink. Arcade could feel his own face burning too.
“He’s been at it like this for well over an hour,” she replied, voice hushed. “He’s already worn out one girl and this is the second. It’s like he’s possessed. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“It looks as though he’s getting all the medical assistance he needs,” Arcade muttered.
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timeasmymeasure
Fever (All Through the Night), 1a/1i
Date: 2014-03-22 08:16 pm (UTC)Relationship: M!Courier/Arcade (and M!Courier/prostitutes)
Kinks: substance, sex pollen, fuck or die, slash, het, masturbation, anal, oral, fingering, rimming, multiple orgasm, dry orgasm, the kitchen sink
Summary: The Courier takes some chems with unexpectedly distracting side effects. Arcade gets roped into finding a remedy.
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Rosy evening light flooded into the tent. Arcade looked up from his microscope to see Julie standing in the opening.
“Someone here insisting on seeing you,” she said. “Says it’s an emergency.”
She stepped aside and a young man entered, barely more than a boy.
“Doctor Gannon?” he said, breathless from running. Arcade nodded, frowning. “The lady sent me. Um, I don’t know her name, the one with the big old Powerfist. Said you need to come quick. Said it’s Jake, he’s real sick.”
Arcade was on his feet before the kid even finished his sentence. “Where?”
“The Wrangler,” the kid said. “She said you’d need a… a… um…”
“A what?” Arcade snapped. He was already reaching for his doctor’s bag.
“A… sellative?”
“Sedative?”
“Uh. Yeah, something like that.”
Arcade made a quick scan of the contents of his bag, making sure he had Med-X, stims, plenty of antivenom (Jake was forever getting poisoned), dressings, and, yes, tranquilizers in both oral and injectable form. He snatched up the bag and followed the kid from the tent. Julie eyed him with confusion and mild annoyance as he passed. Arcade was getting used to that look; saw it every time he left the Fort at short notice to go running after the Courier. They could argue about it later.
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It was still early evening, but already slot machines were jangling in the bar and half the tables were occupied. The sound of a girl moaning enthusiastically became clearer as Arcade climbed the stairs two at a time. Veronica was waiting right outside Jake’s room, as though on guard. She was all but twitching with anxiety.
“I’m sorry,” she said as he reached the top of the stairs. “I would have come for you myself, but I couldn’t leave him alone in case… I don’t know, in case he hurt her.”
Arcade frowned. “Hurt who?”
Veronica pulled a face that was a kind of apologetic wince. “The hooker,” she said. Before Arcade could ask her what the hell she meant, she’d pushed open the door to Jake’s room.
Arcade looked over her shoulder, then stopped and just stared.
There were people on the bed. Naked people. Naked people having very noisy, furious sex. One of them was Jake. Actually, he wasn’t completely naked; his pants were down around his knees and it looked as though one of his boots was still on, but everything from there on up was bared and bathed in sweat. His skin was blazing red from his efforts. From the doorway Arcade could see his profile, eyes almost closed, his lips parted and teeth bared in a snarl. On her knees underneath him was a dark-haired woman whom Arcade vaguely recognised from the few times he’d visited the bar. She was the one making those moans; Arcade just hadn’t processed the fact that they were coming from this room. The sound seemed almost deafening now the door was open; she panted and moaned and yelled as though it was almost too much. The way Jake was ramming into her like an animal, Arcade was hardly surprised.
He tore his eyes away from the spectacle and Veronica pulled the door closed again. Jake and the girl hadn’t even seemed to notice them.
“What the hell is this?” Arcade demanded. He tried not to focus on why he felt like he’d been punched in the gut. “I thought he was injured?”
Veronica had gone very very pink. Arcade could feel his own face burning too.
“He’s been at it like this for well over an hour,” she replied, voice hushed. “He’s already worn out one girl and this is the second. It’s like he’s possessed. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“It looks as though he’s getting all the medical assistance he needs,” Arcade muttered.