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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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M!LW/Butch + Charon the cockblocker
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 03:22 am (UTC)(link)Take Your Time (Butch/M!LW, implied Charon/M!LW) 1/4
(Anonymous) 2014-10-13 05:36 am (UTC)(link)Characters: M!LW, Butch, Charon
Tags: Handjobs, ghoul, character death, angst
Series Tag: Unbelievers
OP, I can only hope that you’re gone so you don’t have to watch me butcher your prompt like I just did.
Tate knew he must have been driving his two companions up the wall. While he had never said they had to stick with him on the boat while he worked through whatever thing he was going through, they had just hung around for weeks and weeks while he tried to, he didn’t even know. Mourn? Maybe that was what it was. Security had found him on the floor of the labs with half a bottle of vodka in his stomach and the other half soaked into his clothes. And that was only the beginning of it.
It wasn’t like Charon actually had any real choice in the matter. He went where his contract took him. But if Butch had wanted to leave the ship, Tate would have handed over Charon’s contract in order to make sure his friend stayed safe. The worst thing Tate was likely to encounter on the ship was Droid and they had him pretty well under their fingers at this point. Yeah, well, the Droid had thrown him against a wall out of anger right before they left. Smashed Tate up until his nose bled and his head hurt. It wasn’t a big deal though.
Now he had cabin fever, boat fever, something fever. He had to kill something, maybe a lot of things. And while he and Butch had proven that they could get away with a fuck of a lot on the boat, killing residents wasn’t going to be one of them.
And the thing was he didn’t actually want to kill anyone, he just wanted to feel capable again. And he was good at hitting things until they died. Wanted to feel like he wasn’t a fuck up that everyone hated and at the same time still loved. Because he knew that they loved him because his father was gone. When Star Paladin Cross had spoken so fondly of his father, Tate had wanted to punch her in the face. Make her see that he was different. If Tate had done it, she probably would have torn him apart. Butch and Charon would be carting him out of the Citadel in pieces.
It wasn’t just her. Everyone at the Citadel looked at him and spoke of his father. They wanted Pop but just got Tate. The physical similarities confused the two in their minds. Needed to remind them that his Pop was a lauded scientist, smart, even tempered, if a bit clueless regarding the world around him. Tate was a punkass menace who had fucked up so bad that he got his Pop killed in the process.
Tate wanted to feel capable again so he bought Butch a new gun and plenty of ammunition for Charon too. They both looked fucking terrifying in their armor and assault rifles slung over their shoulders. Tate thought himself a lucky guy and carried most of the provisions himself since his 10mm was smaller and lighter. He only carried it at all because of Charon’s insistence.
They entered the tunnels at Anacostia and planned to take them all the way through to Meresti. Old Lady Agatha had wanted some favor from him before. Before his Pop died. And while Tate wasn’t so keen on it at the time, he figured it was as good a place as any to start. He’d seen the pistol too, that he could get in exchange. Tate wanted it. Wanted to give it to Butch because because he thought he might like it.
Besides, the trip would take them away from the Citadel. It did take them in the neighborhood of Big Town, oh. Tate considered stopping in to see what was left of the kids. They’d probably run him out of town, though. It had been the first time in ages he and Butch had been around a bunch of people about their age, and he had to go and fuck that up too.
Tate liked the tunnels. Reminded him of home, a little bit.
They ended up having to spend the night below ground, huddled together in an information vestibule with a single mattress. Charon said he would stay on watch the whole night. Had been sleeping an awful lot as it was.
Take Your Time (Butch/M!LW, implied Charon/M!LW) 2/4
(Anonymous) 2014-10-13 05:37 am (UTC)(link)“Spread your legs, a little.”
It was no use. Charon could hear everything in the enclosed space. Pulled Butch off of him so fast that it hurt as his hand scraped against the sensitive flesh of Tate’s groin. Felt fucking good but he was painfully alone on the mattress and Butch was relegated to sleep sitting up against the opposite wall.
“You fucking kids are going to get us killed.”
“We were keeping quiet.” Butch was pouting in the corner where Charon dumped him.
“That one never keeps quiet and you know it.”
Tate knew Charon was talking about him. He rolled over to face the opposite wall, showing his back to both of them. Now he was just alone, cold, and aroused. At least before he had Butch to keep him warm. Fucking Charon.
“Shut the fuck up.” Butch could never leave Charon well enough alone.
“Don’t make me shut you the fuck up, kid.” The click of Charon’s lighter and smoke started filling the enclosed space. Tate didn’t mind, always liked the smell. Butch lit up next. None of them were going to get to sleep. Too on edge. Tate’s fault for keeping them cooped up so long.
“I’d like to see you try. You can’t do shit to me, old man.” Butch exhaled heavily.
“I can do whatever I’d like to you. Contract doesn’t keep me from hurting you.”
Tate finally had to intercede. “No, but I can stop you, Charon.”
Charon’s only response was a noncommittal grunt.
Could practically hear the smile in Butch’s voice. “So, tell me Tate, should I get back into bed?”
“Fuck yes you should.”
Charon didn’t reply. Burned down his smoke while Butch pressed his chest against Tate’s back. His hands went wandering again. Pushed the waistband of Tate’s armor a little over his hips and wrapped around Tate’s half-hard cock. Tate bit the inside of his cheek in order to prove Charon wrong. Bit down on his cheek and grabbed hold of Butch’s forearms, letting his nails dig into the leather of his armor. Tate let his hips buck first forward, then back, brushing against Butch’s crotch in the process. Hard to tell through the layers of armor, but he was sure Butch wanted him. Wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t. Butch groaned into the back of Tate’s neck when he rolled his hips again.
Fucking Charon.
At least this time Tate’s waistband had been rolled down far enough and Butch let go of his dick fast enough that it didn’t get ripped off or something. But fucking fuck Charon the asshole. This was awful. Just awful.
“The fuck, asshole!” Butch fought it this time. Brought his fists to Charon’s face and punched him hard as he could. The crack split through the darkness.
Take Your Time (Butch/M!LW, implied Charon/M!LW) 3/4
(Anonymous) 2014-10-13 05:38 am (UTC)(link)Tate was up in an instant, grabbing at both of Charon’s arms trying to pull him back and away from Butch. The booth was so small though. Tate held on and widened his stance to give him as much leverage as he could get. Charon still outweighed him though, all that extra height and equivalent muscle. Being lower to the ground would only do so much for Tate.
He had told Butch about this, fucking told him never to hit Charon. That no matter how much the two bickered and fought at cursed at each other, he was never, ever to strike him.
“Go, Butch, run!” Tate’s grip held firm, maybe he was stronger than he thought, or Charon’s self-preservation drive was not quite as strong as he anticipated.
“No! Fuck this. You own him, Tate. Not the other way around. Fuck you both!”
So much for not attracting attention. There was bound to be a pack of incoming ferals.
“Butch, stop. Just apologize okay before we become zombie food.”
“No. No Tate. What, do you want him more than you want me? Is that it?” Butch looked defeated, but only for a moment. “Nah, fuck that.” He smashed his fist into Charon’s face again and the bodyguard broke loose.
Butch tried to grapple with Charon, but there was no room to maneuver and they smashed into the metal wall. A dull clang filled the space and the whole vestibule shook. Tate could hear them now, the heavy footfall of the approaching ferals. Some quicker than others. Groans that he had never quite been able to place punctuated by hissing. Many of them. How many, he wasn’t sure. They’d ignore Charon and tear him and Butch to shreds. That was if Charon didn’t beat Butch to a pulp first. Charon had Butch on his back and if Tate didn’t do something soon…
The ferals.
The contract was overridden when Charon was physically threatened. He’d always defend himself. But if Tate was in more immediate danger than Charon, he wasn’t sure which order would take priority.
No time to think it through. Tate scrambled out of the vestibule and headed towards the noise.
“Tate!” Charon’s voice followed him out.
Just run. The faster he ran, the faster Charon would forget about Butch’s dumb ass and follow him towards the ghouls. This would work, they wouldn’t hurt Charon but his anger would be redirected. They would make it out of this and all laugh about it afterwards. Hah hah so funny that time the two of you tried to murder each other. Good times.
Charon was long-legged. He was bound to catch up to Tate before too long. But Tate knew he was quick, slid down the escalator rail and darted into the tunnel. Had to gain as much distance as he could. There they were, the feral pack, coming out from between two cars. They must have been sleeping or just hiding behind them. Their leathery arms surged forward, grasping and clawing at Tate though they were still a step or two out of range. Tate closed his eyes and waited for Charon to reach him. He’d make it in time. Always did.
Right on cue huge hands grabbed Tate’s shoulders and threw him back, away from the wall of ferals. Tate had expected to land on the ground but ended up against Butch. His face was all swollen on one side and his armor was torn loose at the shoulder. Charon hadn’t gotten him so bad.
“Fuckface, you were supposed to run away from him, not chase him.”
“Nosebleed, I was chasing you.”
Take Your Time (Butch/M!LW, implied Charon/M!LW) 4/4
(Anonymous) 2014-10-13 05:39 am (UTC)(link)“I told you not to hit him.”
“And I told you not to fuck him.” Butch was still angry, that was for certain.
They heard it before they saw it. The low rumble and quiet shake. The earth settling around them. It wasn’t cause for concern. Not at first. One heard it a lot in these tunnels. Probably could hear it in the vault too if not for the low hum that was a constant reminder of the safety that surrounded them when they were home. So, no, Butch and Tate didn’t think much of the creaking and groaning that signaled the tunnel collapsing. Not until the debris started falling. Plaster bits coming down like rain. Something they had read about, but never seen.
Charon had seen rain. Many lifetimes ago.
Concrete came next. Heavy flakes rushing to the floor. Powder clouded the air around them. Someone yelled to run. Tate wasn't sure who. Might have been himself. Every step was echoed in the collapse. Underground was supposed to be safe, well, safer. That was what they were taught, both below ground and in the Wastes. How lucky they were, to be vault kids. So lucky, the underground-children.
Charon wasn't so lucky. His boots weren't behind them anymore. But Tate didn't stop. If he stopped, Butch would stop. Then they'd all be dead.
The world finished settling. Tate screamed. Alive. He was alive. Butch was alive.
"CHARON!"
Even Butch knew better than to say anything. Tate clawed at the wreckage of the collapse, pulling away the chunks he could and working around the bits that were too heavy. They didn't have a clear idea of where they had lost Charon. Butch crawled on top of the fallen debris, looking for any sign. There was none. Pulled at scraps until their hands were raw and bleeding. Tate found Charon's arm. Thought it was Charon’s arm, the hand looked big enough.
Tore at the fractured concrete until his hands were shredded and only dimly registered Butch digging besides him. Not once did the arm move. Too late. It would always be too late. Tate was too panicked to worry about the hot tears running down his cheeks. Not for Charon. Fuck Charon. For his own failures.
Face was smashed in, pulpy. Clouded blue eyes just...gone. At least he hadn’t suffocated. Probably died before he was even buried.
Tate sank back and only then thought to wipe his face, just sort of smeared the dust around. Butch stopped digging a while later. It was useless, and there was no reason to get the body out now.
“Tate, fuck. I’m sorry.”
“I’ll always pick you. Remember that. Please. He’s dead, but all I can think about is how it could have been you.” Tate’s mouth moved and words came out, but they felt very far away.
Tried to push Butch onto his back, tried to climb on top. Tried to feel anything but the feeling of failure that sat in his gut and he couldn’t vomit back out. Butch was pliant, but didn’t reach for him. Didn’t touch him. Just looked up and all that was there was a sort of resignation. A sort of guilt. Butch was good, kinder than Tate. Of course he would blame himself. Tate would blame himself too, but not for the same reasons.
Tate fell asleep there, Butch’s fingers threaded through his hair. Just when he thought things were getting better.
Re: Take Your Time (Butch/M!LW, implied Charon/M!LW) 4/4
(Anonymous) 2014-10-15 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)(jk, the brutality is what makes this series so frickin' amazeballs. But seriously Tate is the unluckiest person of all time.)