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Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1a/?]
Date: 2011-10-30 07:25 pm (UTC)"You look like shit, honey."
Pacer growled, moving through the room with the restrained fury and accompanying grace of a storm, tossing a chair over ineffectually before slumping down in another one, frustration eating at his nerves. Sergio sighed and crooked a finger under his chin, and Pacer jerked away. "Oh, stop being a giant well-coiffed baby and let me look at the damage," Sergio sighed, and Pacer relented, sitting still and glaring daggers as long, slim fingers inspected his face.
"Who'd you piss off?" Sergio asked bluntly.
Pacer hissed as Sergio's thumb brushed over a particularly nasty scrape on his cheekbone, skinned from when that goddamned courier had knocked him onto the sidewalk with a sucker punch. "More like who pissed me off," he muttered, swatting the inspecting hand away. Sergio just kept looking at him with those goddamn patient eyes and he said, "The King's new favorite pet."
"Ah, the courier who helped out at the Old Mormon Fort," Sergio said knowingly, stepping back and opening a drawer, rifling through the cluttered contents. "Hear she's been a big hit."
"She's a bitch is what she is," Pacer snarled, anger flaring fresh inside of him. It wasn't enough that the courier sweettalked the King into calling off his fight, she had to start a rumble too, punching him and hollering about how he just got a bunch of innocent kids killed. Like he'd somehow missed the corpses of his fellow Kings. "And she swindled me outta two hundred large, so, there goes that saintly image she's been spreading around."
Sergio's mouth quirked up. "Hey, she gave you a bloody nose -- she can't be all bad." Pacer glared at him, and the slim barber had the nerve to laugh. "God, your 'sullen' face is hilarious. You look like a wet puppy. So is that what you and the King were fighting about loud enough for all of us to hear?"
Pacer's fists clenched and unraveled, the swirl of anger and exhausted making a mess of his insides. "Didn't figure everyone could hear us," he muttered.
Sergio lifted his face again, a tube of antibacterial cream in one hand and a damp washcloth in the other. Pacer hissed at the sting as Sergio started cleaning some of his nastier cuts, but sat still. "It was all muffled, at least for us on the ground floor," he said, "but yeah. Hard to miss."
"If he wants to side with that NCR bitch, that's fine by me. So what if that means it's up to me to keep Freeside alive just 'cause he wants to get his dick wet? Fine."
Sergio snerked. "Green's not a good color for you, honey."
Pacer narrowed his eyes, and Sergio didn't even flinch. Little bastard never did. "I ain't jealous."
Sergio just made this infuriating little knowing hum and continued cleaning Pacer's wounds.
"I ain't," Pacer said, Sergio putting the cap back on the cream. "I'd be glad to see that uppity slut crawl right back out into the wastes, get her flat ass back to California. Wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole unless it was to strangle her."
Sergio snorted, rising and putting away the tube of medicine. "The King's not the one you're jealous of, sweetie, and we both know it."
Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1b/?]
Date: 2011-10-30 07:27 pm (UTC)Sergio closed the drawer and turned, leaning back against the dresser and crossing his arms. "Look, I know that your authority issues are a core part of your general deal--"
Pacer sputtered. "I-- I don't have 'authority issues'!"
"Come over here."
"Don't tell me what to fuckin' do."
Sergio just raised an eyebrow and Pacer fumed. "As I was saying. It's cute how you like to play rebel and god knows you wear a black eye well but have you ever considered not being a giant asshole to the man who loves you more than anything in the whole world just because he wants you to stop hurting people?"
Pacer stood up, chair skidding with a high screech as he knocked it back. "Like you know anything. Don't know why I even came here."
Sergio shrugged easily, turning around and busying himself with organizing his tools. "You want someone to suck your dick and send you on your way, go to Gloria. I told you not to expect that from me."
"Fine," he said, stomping out of the room. "I'll go see Gloria, then. 'Least she won't waste my time trynna tell me who I am."
"Oh, and by the way?" Sergio called to his turned back. "You lost your haircut privileges. Come back when you're not getting our boys killed in pointless fights, sugar."
Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1b/?]
Date: 2011-10-31 12:47 am (UTC)Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1b/?]
Date: 2011-10-31 10:21 am (UTC)Wonderful! I'm loving Sergio. I'm loving Pacer.
Fantastic!!!
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Date: 2011-11-01 01:21 am (UTC)Don't ever stop. <3
Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1b/?]
Date: 2011-11-01 10:26 pm (UTC)When I saw this pairing, I wasn't sure what to expect. But, this is really great. I'm loving the character development.
Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [1b/?]
Date: 2011-11-02 04:20 pm (UTC)Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [2a/?]
Date: 2011-11-02 06:26 pm (UTC)Pacer felt like some kind of caged animal, and his leash just got a good tightening. The worst part was how the King talked to him like he was goddamn child, instead of the last man who remembered his real name. But he just sat and listened at his best friend regurgitated the bullshit his new girlfriend had fed him. Pacer didn't even know why he'd agreed to play nice anymore. Maybe he was just that fuckin' tired. Maybe he was getting old.
He had too much nervous energy and no squatters left to take it out on, and wandering the streets would provide too much temptation. Naw, by Pacer's count he was long overdue for an escape. He shoved his way up the stairs and had slammed the door to his room behind him when he registered Sergio there.
Sergio flinched just a little at the sudden slam but otherwise looked unbothered, standing up from where he had been crouching near Pacer's bed and crossing his arms over his chest. He quirked an eyebrow at him and said, "Wow. So that's what your hair looks like after a week with no maintenance. God, I really am vital here."
Pacer silently damned the little tug he'd gotten in his belly when he's saw Sergio near his bed, when he realized this was the first time they'd been alone since that fight. He smoothed a hand over his hair and said, "What can I say, Gloria likes to pull on it while I go down on her. S'hard to get it just right after that."
The flash of hurt in Sergio's eyes was so quick and so completely covered that Pacer thought he might have imagined it, but he still counted it as a victory. "So," he said. "Why the fuck are you in my room? If you're looking for forgiveness you should've started on yer knees."
Sergio's eyes went hard and he remained perfectly still. "Forgiveness?" he repeated. "Why would I be here for forgiveness?"
"For abandoning me, maybe?"
Sergio sighed harshly and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "You giant goddamn baby, I swear to god--"
"For siding with that NCR bitch instead of me, the guy you've known for years?"
"Okay, first of all," Sergio snapped, looking him dead in the eyes and damn near knocking him back with how fierce he suddenly looked, "I did not 'side with that NCR bitch', you ass. She can rot for all I care, I sided with you not getting yourself killed, and not being an asshole to your best friend. So tell me again how I need to get on my knees and suck my way back into your good graces."
Something hot and sharp always seemed to lance right through Pacer whenever Sergio got like this. Everyone else in the School -- hell, in Freeside -- acted like they knew the hierarchy, treated him like the King's second-in-command. This little punk never did. Never had. "Howsabout you get out of here," he snarled, stomping over to his bed and looking past Sergio.
Sergio took a deep breath and shrugged lightly. "Fine. That's how you're gonna be, I'm gone."
Sergio hadn't reached the door when Pacer looked down and realized, "Were you messing with my stash?"
Anger flared inside him when Sergio turned around to face him, his hand resting on the doorknob. "It's not your stash anymore." Pacer crouched and opened the metal box to find all his Jet gone, a handful of doses of Fixer in its place. "I sold it," Sergio said casually, like he was discussing the weather. "Used the money to buy you some Fixer from the Followers and donated the rest. Told Dixon that if he sold to you ever again I would sneak into his home at night and sodomize him."
Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [2b/?]
Date: 2011-11-02 06:31 pm (UTC)"Holy shit, you're the most melodramatic thing," Sergio said, still completely unfettered.
Pacer kept ranting. "'Cause it seems like that's what you want."
"What I want is for you to not die," Sergio said, placid face finally getting some anger. Even now Pacer had to admit he wore an angry brow well. "What I want is for you to stop being such a self-destructive prick. Do you know how hard it is trying to handle your storms? I'm fucking exhausted from trying to keep you from going under without getting dragged down myself." Sergio sighed harshly and rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Leave it to me to fall for a violent addict with a heart condition..."
"I know my limits, asshole."
"Yeah except that you don't," Sergio snarled. "You have no idea what I just--"
"And you sound like that NCR bitch."
"Do not compare me to her," Sergio hissed, his eyes going hard. "Okay? Like I said, she can rot. She can drag her ass back to California and leave us all the hell alone. That's the one thing we agree on right now. But she's not here, sugar, so stop hiding behind her and deal with me."
"Fine," Pacer said, pushing Sergio up harder against the door and leaning in. "You want me to deal with you? Just fine. What the fuck gave you the right to go through my shit and sell my stash? How'd you even find it?"
Sergio grunted softly as Pacer's fists in his shirt dug into his chest. "To answer both your questions, kitten, I saw someone else fucking with it. And you may be an unbelievable asshole but, like I said, I don't want you to die."
Pacer just growled at him again, wishing he'd be scared, wishing he'd stop smelling good, like the tonics and pomades he spent all day around and that intimate scent only Pacer knew, as far as he was concerned, that had a way of cutting through his anger and soothing him. Which was the last fucking thing he wanted right now.
Sergio's gaze softened, and for a moment he looked utterly sincere. "Look, just... take the Fixer. Okay? You weren't always a junkie, just like you weren't always this level of asshole."
Pacer let go of his shirt and shoved him aside. "Would've never started fucking you if I knew it'd make you think you got to tell me what to do," he said, pulling the door open.
"I was telling you what to do long before that," Sergio sighed.
Pacer stomped out into the hall. And because someone upstairs was clearly mocking him, he managed to pass that fucking courier, no doubt on her way to the King's room. She scowled at him and nodded, and it wasn't until she had passed and disappeared behind the King's door that Pacer registered the long, thin red mark on her face, ranging diagonally from her forehead to her chin. He fell back and could hear the King's muffled voice through the door. "Hell fire, darlin', what happened to your pretty face?"
"It'll be fine," he heard her reply. "Just got caught somewhere I wasn't supposed to be."
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Date: 2011-11-02 11:18 pm (UTC)Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [2b/?]
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Date: 2011-11-07 12:56 am (UTC)I love it. Can't wait to read more of this awesomeness.
Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [3/5]
Date: 2011-11-07 07:14 pm (UTC)"I missed this," Pacer said, closing his eyes as Sergio set to work. "That's all I'm copping to."
And it was all he was gonna cop to, dammit. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the feeling of Sergio's long, slim fingers in his hair, working in the sweet-smelling pomade. Some small part of him, buried under acres of bravado, wanted to apologize, while some other part of him acknowledged with something shockingly close to shame that this was as close to an apology as he was going to give, just coming back and reclaiming his hair privileges. The best, and worst, part was that Sergio seemed to know. And accepted it, just like he always did. That was just how Sergio was with him: wouldn't take his bullshit, but didn't try to get anything more out of him. Didn't make any demands. Those messier emotion-feeling parts of him knew that Sergio deserved a better man. But even they weren't about to give him up.
"There," came the barber's voice after a few minutes of precise styling, "you look like a King again." Pacer opened his eyes, rising from the chair and taking some time to admire Sergio's handiwork in the mirror, Sergio at the basin at the far end of the room rinsing his combs.
Pacer did look like a proper King again, gingerly patting down the sides of his hair. Wondered when he'd get back to acting like one. "It was her. Wasn't it?"
Sergio didn't even flinch. Didn't even look up from his basin. "I don't know what you're talking about."
There had to be about a dozen more graceful ways to approach the subject, but Pacer didn't have the best track record with graceful. "The courier. She was the one fuckin' with my stash. I've seen the thugs you cut up, Serge, only Figaro can make marks like that."
Sergio was silent for a long moment. When he spoke, he was quiet. "Someone was paying her to assassinate you," he said, eyes still on his work. "Found out about your... condition, so she was making your Jet lethal. I was ready to kill her, but she said it was all to stop your bullshit attacks on the Squatters. I told her to talk to the King. And that if she ever went after you again I'd slit her throat."
Pacer had pieced together that first part. Wasn't hard. But he didn't know what to do with the odd twist in his chest at that last part. He approached the barber and stood behind him, hands settling on Sergio's hips as he leaned in to press a firm kiss against his neck. "I don't deserve you," he murmured, lips brushing against skin muffling the words.
Sergio gave an amused snort. "No. You don't." But he leaned back against Pacer's chest, into the pair of arms that wrapped around his waist. Tilted his head to better accommodate the trail of kisses Pacer was pressing into his neck, wandering up to his ear, drawing out a delicious little shudder. "And for the record, sugar," Sergio said, Pacer loving how low and rough his voice had gotten, "if you ever violently slam me up against a door again without intentions of fucking me against it, we're through. For good."
That was as close to forgiveness as Sergio was gonna give. Pacer knew. And it was enough for him. He chuckled against the shell of Sergio's ear, "I'll keep that in mind."
Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [3/5]
Date: 2011-11-09 05:31 pm (UTC)OP
Date: 2011-11-09 11:09 pm (UTC)Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [4/5]
Date: 2011-11-15 12:23 pm (UTC)Pacer smiled to himself and shifted on his knees, hands spreading Sergio open further. He lapped deeper at his ass, ears full of Sergio's tight restrained moans and the slick sounds of him beating off. He fastened his lips to Sergio's hole and sucked hard, drawing forth a moan that anyone on the floor was bound to hear.
Good. Let 'em.
He kept sucking with lips and tongue, the stubble on his face wet with sweat and rubbing pink spots against fair skin, Sergio sliding against the door and pushing back against his mouth.
"Admit it," Pacer said against his skin. "You missed me."
Sergio laughed breathlessly, the sound turning into another moan as Pacer pressed a spitslicked finger into him. "I missed this," he echoed. "That's all I'm copping to."
Pacer added a second finger and laved around them, working Sergio open. "Get off your knees and drag me to the bed," Sergio ordered in between his ragged panting.
Pacer got off his knees, but pressed against Sergio's bare back, still fingering him and nuzzling roughly against his ear. "It was my understanding," he said, working his fingers faster and feeling Sergio melt as he brushed consistently against that tight bundle of nerves, "that if I slam you into a door, I have to fuck you against it. Your rules, baby."
Sergio looked over his shoulder and shakily grinned as best he could with his face contorted in ecstasy. "Well I'm not gonna argue," he said, murmuring happily as Pacer nipped his ear, pressed a free hand into neck and twisted his face around so he could kiss him deeply, languidly.
Anyone in the hall could definitely hear it when Pacer was pushed into him, fucking him in earnest. If the moaning didn't give them away, the noises of the door had to. But how was he expected to give a fuck when Sergio was panting his name, rocking back against his cock, hair a mess, entire damn body glowing. He dug his fingertips into Sergio's hips, skin flushed rosy and slick with sweat. Sergio gave a ragged whine and Pacer gripped harder, slamming into him. He wanted to be kissing bruises tomorrow. Get some of his own. He had a lot of apologizing to do.
It was over too soon, but they had all night. He'd drag Sergio to bed as ordered, once he could get his knees to work. For now it was enough to be collapsed against him, pressing a firm kiss into the nape of his neck, listening to him catch his breath, feel the arrhythmic shudder and pound of his own heart.
Sergio wriggled beneath him, pushing off of the door. He chuckled softly, still breathless. "You're kinda of crushing me, sugar," he purred affectionately.
"Yeah," Pacer mumbled against his skin, nose full of his scent. "Yeah, I know."
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Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [4/5]
Date: 2011-11-15 07:53 pm (UTC)Don't fucking stop.
Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [4/5]
Date: 2011-11-16 03:26 am (UTC)Okay, I vote for sad ending *will definitely be outvoted* because we have too many happy endings for romance. Please.
Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [4/5]
Date: 2011-11-16 05:39 am (UTC)I think that that would be a awesome idea.
Re: Pacer/Sergio -- Wild For You [4/5]
Date: 2011-11-16 05:08 pm (UTC)OP
Date: 2011-11-17 02:47 am (UTC)Otherwise, yeesh, tough decision... I think I'd prefer romantic because I'm just an emotionally idealistic loser.
also you can keep writing this couple forever ok
Pacer/Sergio - Wild For You [5.1/5 - The Realistic Unhappy Ending]
Date: 2011-11-17 07:36 pm (UTC)A boot in his gut and he vaguely realized he was on the ground, cold concrete underneath him and yeah, yeah he had been enjoying a nice little escape when he busted the squatters in this alley, that's how it had started. He closed his eyes. Time passed.
And then he was warm, and hurt all over. His limbs creaked as he moved among something soft... his bed, he was in his bed. His ears were still inundated with a sort of ringing, but he could hear the gentle slosh of water. Quiet footsteps. Felt a warm washcloth dabbing at his face.
His eyelids cracked open and he saw the ceiling, and he saw Sergio, quietly cleaning the blood and dirt off his face, gingerly slathering medicine over his open cuts. The sting of it dragged him petulantly towards consciousness, and the sharp throb of self-awareness penetrated his senses. He breathed in heavily, and Sergio's eyes flicked towards his before resolutely keeping away. There was a grim set to his face. That attempt at a blank expression that he got when he was just barely holding in some kind of ache. Pacer had it memorized.
"Serge--" he started, the word a dry croak.
"Just don't," Sergio whispered, still tending his wounds, still not meeting his eyes.
The problem with Jet was that it didn't last long. Pacer got that that was the point -- get addicted easy, spend more and more caps for the next fix. And right now, distinctly sober and feeling a twist in his gut at the look on Sergio's face, he pretty desperately needed to refresh his high.
Sergio rose, putting the bloody washcloth into the washbasin he had brought in, setting the antibiotic cream next to it, and just stood there looking at the wall for a long time, hands steadying himself on the edge of the dresser. Pacer watched his back. Then he slowly turned and stood by the bed, arms crossed tightly around himself. "I believed you this time," he said softly, no light to his voice, in his eyes. "I don't know why. I don't know why I let myself be so stupid, why I thought this time could possibly be different."
Pacer tried to sit up, sharp pain singing out in his ribs. "Sergio--"
"Just... don't," Sergio raised a hand to stop him. "I just... can't anymore. I hope it was a good fight. Because you just lost me for good."
He turned on his heel, started to leave. Pacer watched him go. He stared at the closed door for a few seconds, and settled back in his bed, and thought about the first time Sergio had made the Kings. About the bright, enthusiastic kid who was just a little too much sunshine for Freeside. Pacer reached under his bed, body twisting cruelly, and dug a hit out of his stash, and tried to forget him. Like Freeside had.
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Re: Pacer/Sergio - Wild For You [5.1/5 - The Realistic Unhappy Ending]
Date: 2011-11-17 10:24 pm (UTC)You're so good, A!A.
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Date: 2011-11-19 09:08 am (UTC)He rolled onto his back and the lack of warmth beside him shot an instant ache straight to his gut. Not even fully awake and he was already disappointed. Wasn't this going to be a fun day. He dragged a hand through his unruly bedhead and took a deep breath, not yet ready to scold himself for letting some of his old idealism take the wheel. But as awareness began piercing his slowly dispersing haze of grogginess, he noticed a solid weight at the foot of the bed. "Noticed" meaning "accidentally kicked at".
He looked up, saw Pacer sitting on the edge of the bed, looking back at him and then away, exhaling sharply. "This is some powerful shit, man," he said under his breath.
Sergio sat up, and wow it was way too early to feel fresh outrage curling inside of him. "Seriously? You couldn't even wait until I was out of your bed to get high? Where did you even get more Jet?"
"Not Jet," Pacer said, and he suddenly lurched like he'd been hit with a wave of powerful nausea. "You sure that was Fixer? Sure Dr. Farkas didn't just give you poison?"
Sergio moved to the foot of the bed, sheets pooling around his waist, and leaned against Pacer's back. "It's a side effect of your system being flushed. Means it's working."
"Shit, it's the worst."
Sergio rubbed at his arm soothingly. "I know, sugar, but when it's done it's done."
The two sat together quietly as Pacer rode out the nasty process, Sergio resting his head against his shoulder and lightly stroking his arm. After a while, Pacer sucked in a deep breath. "Think that was the last one," he sighed.
Sergio tucked his head down, forehead pressed against Pacer's back. "Thank you for taking it," he said softly.
He felt Pacer shifting, and looked up to meet his face as he turned on the bed. He had almost forgotten what those eyes could do to him when they were sober, the way they could steal his breath when they were looking at him for real. What got him in this beautiful mess in the first place. Pacer reached out to thread a hand in his hair, leaned in to kiss him slow and soft, with a tenderness Sergio wouldn't have even imagined he possessed. "It's bullshit, you havin' to thank me for manning up," Pacer muttered when he broke the kiss.
Something about being kissed like that while his body still wore the marks of the previous night's escapades had made Sergio's heart beat a little faster, but he was always good at thinking on his feet, even if his mind was being derailed. "Call it whatever you want, I'm just grateful that you took it. Crossing my fingers that it lasts."
Pacer looked down, shook his head. "You shouldn't have to be grateful when the jackass you're with does the right thing for a change."
This was definitely unfamiliar territory, some wild emotional frontier and Sergio's natural instinct was to defuse it. "Well, technically," he said, "I'm not with you, remember?"
He had forced a lightness to his tone but Pacer was still heavy, in the way he looked at him, in the way he spoke. "I know," he said. "I want that to change. I want a lot of things to change."
He gave a sort of helpless gesture, then sighed heavily, leaning in and resting his head on Sergio's collarbone. Sergio's fingers instinctively went to thread through his hair. "I'm so goddamn tired," Pacer said quietly against his skin. "I'm so tired of being angry all the time. Everything about my turf is changing and no matter what I do, it just keeps changing."
Sergio made a soft noise of understanding. "You can only wave your arms at a bear to make it leave so many times before it just gets wise and eats you. I hate how Freeside has changed too, you know."
"How in the hell do you handle it? How are you so happy all the time?"
Sergio gave a mirthless laugh. "What gave you the impression I was happy? I'm just as miserable as anyone else here."
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