Tags: Fluff Characters: Arcade, M!Courier Relationship: Slash Summary: Alexei, a well known man for his brains, hides a very shocking fact. Arcade discovers it.
A bit late to your prompt but here it is! eue More to come at a later date. -------------------------
The sun is setting over the horizon as a morally questionable Courier lounges beside an equally morally questionably scientist. Rex is sprawled out over both of their laps--something Arcade is less than thrilled about but if he woke Rex it would anger the smaller man.
They were doing a simple review, Arcade had been imparting some basic Latin lessons to the boy and the lesson was going swimmingly until a suspicious break in their speaking.
"Alexei?" Arcade shifted very slowly, turning his wide chest over to the brown haired man, who currently took it upon himself to mentally dissect the chemical formula of the Nuka-Cola in his hand by merely staring at it.
"Alexei!" A bit more insistent, the boy jumped and Rex huffed loudly as he was ushered away by the callused and bruised hands of the aforementioned male. He took a quick swig of his drink, doubting he even tasted the acidic burn down his throat. "Yeah Arcade?" Alexei looked over with a strained face, feigning calmness as if he hadn't just completely left their conversation hanging.
"I said to try reading the inscription of the bottle in Latin." A simple request, as he was picking up on the language as quickly as he expected the boy to.
"You know what? I'm a bit tuckered out sweetheart. Can we sleep? A courier should always make full use of the daylight!" A lagging response, Arcade nodded and stood. When he took Alexei's hand in his own he slipped his fingers in the grasp to get a sample of his pulse. 70 in thirty seconds. That's 140 a minute, elated pulse.
But he decided that was a question better left for another day. Another time, when the young man wasn't clinging his arm so warmly and lovingly. -------
It was a week after the first incident, Arcade nearly forgetting it along with himself as he followed the young man through a slaughter of Fiends. He never liked this work, the side of him trained in labs wanted to believe he could sway them all into rehabilitation though the side of him that wandered the Wastes knew that the infection had to be cut off before it spread.
There were only a few left in a small trailer, surrounded by feral dogs that Alexei took out quickly through the green hue of a scope. There was a surge of relief in Alexei that he left Rex with The King, the dog had a bad habit of plowing into hordes of enemies without restraint.
"Arcade. A few of them are trying to ambush out right flank. Toss some dynamite." All business as he breathed evenly and fired a few more shots. The cement under his palms scratched at his hands as he retrieves the sticks from the pack and lit the match.
Three seconds, he breathed. Alexei had taught him in order to make sure it isn't passed back you have to hold them (fucking lit dynamite sticks) for three seconds to counter the delay. He tossed them quickly, it had been probably more like two seconds based on how Alexei was frowning but Arcade isn't in the business of blowing either of them up.
The Fiends see the sticks coming but have no time to counter them, one of them completely missing the targets but the other close enough to wound the three severely.
"Got it." "Good, now the fun part. Who get's to do the beheading?" Alexei moved from the prone position onto his heels as he cradles the rifle against his chest. Something about the light shining in his black eyes reminded Arcade of the night before.
"I have an idea, if you can spell 'lieutenant' then I'll do it."
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Characters: Arcade, M!Courier
Relationship: Slash
Summary: Alexei, a well known man for his brains, hides a very shocking fact. Arcade discovers it.
A bit late to your prompt but here it is! eue More to come at a later date.
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The sun is setting over the horizon as a morally questionable Courier lounges beside an equally morally questionably scientist. Rex is sprawled out over both of their laps--something Arcade is less than thrilled about but if he woke Rex it would anger the smaller man.
They were doing a simple review, Arcade had been imparting some basic Latin lessons to the boy and the lesson was going swimmingly until a suspicious break in their speaking.
"Alexei?" Arcade shifted very slowly, turning his wide chest over to the brown haired man, who currently took it upon himself to mentally dissect the chemical formula of the Nuka-Cola in his hand by merely staring at it.
"Alexei!" A bit more insistent, the boy jumped and Rex huffed loudly as he was ushered away by the callused and bruised hands of the aforementioned male. He took a quick swig of his drink, doubting he even tasted the acidic burn down his throat. "Yeah Arcade?" Alexei looked over with a strained face, feigning calmness as if he hadn't just completely left their conversation hanging.
"I said to try reading the inscription of the bottle in Latin." A simple request, as he was picking up on the language as quickly as he expected the boy to.
"You know what? I'm a bit tuckered out sweetheart. Can we sleep? A courier should always make full use of the daylight!" A lagging response, Arcade nodded and stood. When he took Alexei's hand in his own he slipped his fingers in the grasp to get a sample of his pulse. 70 in thirty seconds. That's 140 a minute, elated pulse.
But he decided that was a question better left for another day. Another time, when the young man wasn't clinging his arm so warmly and lovingly.
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It was a week after the first incident, Arcade nearly forgetting it along with himself as he followed the young man through a slaughter of Fiends. He never liked this work, the side of him trained in labs wanted to believe he could sway them all into rehabilitation though the side of him that wandered the Wastes knew that the infection had to be cut off before it spread.
There were only a few left in a small trailer, surrounded by feral dogs that Alexei took out quickly through the green hue of a scope. There was a surge of relief in Alexei that he left Rex with The King, the dog had a bad habit of plowing into hordes of enemies without restraint.
"Arcade. A few of them are trying to ambush out right flank. Toss some dynamite." All business as he breathed evenly and fired a few more shots. The cement under his palms scratched at his hands as he retrieves the sticks from the pack and lit the match.
Three seconds, he breathed. Alexei had taught him in order to make sure it isn't passed back you have to hold them (fucking lit dynamite sticks) for three seconds to counter the delay. He tossed them quickly, it had been probably more like two seconds based on how Alexei was frowning but Arcade isn't in the business of blowing either of them up.
The Fiends see the sticks coming but have no time to counter them, one of them completely missing the targets but the other close enough to wound the three severely.
"Got it."
"Good, now the fun part. Who get's to do the beheading?" Alexei moved from the prone position onto his heels as he cradles the rifle against his chest. Something about the light shining in his black eyes reminded Arcade of the night before.
"I have an idea, if you can spell 'lieutenant' then I'll do it."