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From: (Anonymous)

"Then what's Charon."
"The thing on my dog tags. My brainwashed title. The submissive ferry man delivering the dead to the underworld. Or delivering the soldiers to Alaska. Keeping them alive from attack."
"Oh."
Charon shrugged as he began to crawl on top of her, kissing each curve he went past."
Janet pulled her lips towards his feriously.
When she pulled back to breath she spoke.

"You have to tell me your full story."
"Theres something you can live for tomorrow."
" Deal !" she bellowed. Then gasped as Charons tongue had found its way to her slit.
He gave her long lengthy licks while working his fingers inside her.
Janet writhed underneath him as he bit and tugged at her clit.
"Please Charon."
He groaned into her.
"Fuck me please."
He brought his head up to hers. "You want this ?"
"More than anything ?"
He smiled and brushed the hair from her face.
"Don't I get pleasure ?" he mocked.

"Theres something you can live for tomorrow !"
His loud laugh echoed the room and he pulled Janet closer into him.
"Smoothskin." he groaned as he felt her wetness against him.
"Mmm?" she mumbled.
Janet didn't get a response as he quickly pushed his length into her.
Janet felt a burn as his huge length filled her but as he thrusted it changed to pleasure, a warm deep pleasure.
She moaned into his shoulder.
"Why are you being quiet ?" he smirked.

She gave him a weak smile as he continued to pound into her. She clutched on his shoulders and pushed her head back against the mattress.
"Fuck !" she moaned.

Charon had stamina she couldn't match and before long she was screaming loudly underneath him.
"I'm gonna.."
"Good" he groaned into her neck. He picked up the pace and soon a warm dampness touched the sheets and she clenched around him.
"We can stop if you're ..."
"NO !" Janet panted " keep going. Please."
"As you say mistress."
She scowled up at him and enjoyed the view. Rough and exposed muscle glistening with sweat and his shoulders looming over her.
What a set of shoulders.
"Enjoying the view ?"
She nodded vicariously and with a new burst of energy she began slapping her hips against his and wrapped one leg around his waist.

The new move brought him deeper and he groaned as he gradually began to lose himself.
" I'll pull out."
"Don't you are."
Charon watched her with thought then nodded to close to coming to form words.
His thrusts slowed down but were pushed in harder, deeper.
"Charon !" Janet screamed as she came undone again.

The tightness around him was the final straw and he spilled within her with a hush of excercison.
Both lay gasping and Charon laid back.
He pulled her into him both temporary forgetting about the doom and battle of the morning.

Both fell asleep quickly. Janet appreciating his warmth and familiar smell. Charon wondering how he got the woman that he previously pined for.

This was something he could get use to quicker than standing in a corner.

From: (Anonymous)

The silence at the citadel was deafening.
They all stood in formation waiting for the signal.
Each could only stare at the large obstacles and force fields before them.

Charon felt a small hand slip into his and squeeze.
"Stay near me Smoothskin."
"I have your back." Janet looked up at him and smiled.
The battle only allowed for this one moment.
To stare and grip a hand.
Then the silence was broken.

BETTER DEAD THAN RED.

The crowd rushed forward with a roar.
Janet, Charon and Lyons Pride leading.
Cars exploded. Vertibirds fell. Explosions rung out.
Charon could hardly hear himself shout as he shoved his boot into a Enclave soldiers neck.
Janet had danced her way over a car spinning gracefully as she flung a knife through a helmet.
The soldier went to grab her leg but was promptly kicked down by Charon, who unloaded his shotgun into his face.
The group raced forward reclaiming the road to the memorial.

Janet was tackled at the memorial.
She reached for her knife but the head that lacked the enclave helmet suddenly exploded.
She reached for Charon who looked equally as confused.
Her eyes followed the bullets trail.
Rivet City.
A crowd had gathered on the deck.
Someone had used a sniper rifle.

Janet grinned and it was noticed through Butch's scope.

The memorial was fairly easy to claim back.
The Enclave had positioned themselves in small areas, so all Charon had to do was throw some well aimed grenades.
After that Autumn was taken out.
Bluntly with Janet's knife.

She threw her arms around Charon when it was all over.
"We did it!"
"Are you okay ?""
Janet moved her arms and legs only wincing slightly at the left leg.
"I'll live" she smiled.
"Me too."
Charon kissed her passionately and care free. Finally rid of the Enclave burden with Janet still alive.
"I love you."
Charon froze at the words then smiled widely.
"As I love you smoothskin."
No sooner had the words left his mouth a klaxon blared.

Both whipped around to see Sarah on top of the steps.
"It's been sabotaged !"
"What do you mean?" Janet screamed.
"It's going to blow unless someone starts it up."
"I'll do it."
"Whoever goes in there isn't coming back out. There's too much radiation." Sarah's face was filled with horror and Janets joined her.
Both froze.
"I'll do it."
Janet turned to look at Charon.
"No. No no no no ! You can't."
"You will die."
"You will go feral !"
Charon frowned "We don't know that for sure. But we know that if you go you will not be surviving. I will."

Janet thought it through. Her mind was screaming in protest but she rarely had time to think wih Madison shouting on the intercom.
"If you leave me alone in this fucking wasteland I will kill you."
Her face was furious and filled with determination.
Charon laughed with logic.
"Why would I leave you. I'm pretty sure you owe me something after surving that battle."
Janet smirked through her anger.
"You still have to tell me your story."
"And I will. First I have to do this."
Janet nodded, grabbing his face and kissing him furiously.
He climbed the stairs with her following and the glass shut between them.
"216 !" she screamed through the glass.
"Alpha and Omega ?"
She nodded with a small smile although tears fell down.
"Hurry."
He did and then it was over.
.

From: (Anonymous)

You are being very rude you know."
Charons eyes shot open. He was sitting on a bench in a metro station.
It was very crowded and in pristine condition.
The crowd was dressed in suits and dressed with groomed hair and faces.
This was before the bombs.
He turned to face the voice.
A middle aged woman in a floaty white dress.
She had wavy brown hair and familiar eyes.
"I don't understand." Charon spoke.
Fear struck him as he heard his voice. Smooth. Unchanged.
He held up his hand to find it was the same.
Skin covered the entire surface with light hair across the forearm. He brought his hand to his head to find the thick auburn hair he was once accustomed to.
"My daughter is trying her hardest to bring you back but yet here you are."
"Janet ? Where is Janet ?"
Charon stood from the seat towering the petite female.
"I told you. She is bringing you back."
Then it clicked.
"Catherine ?"
The woman smiled a wonderful warm smile.
"Hello."
"How do I get back?"
"Janet."
"How ?"
"She is bringing you back. So follow her."
She pointed into the crowd and he spotted her.
Her hair was pinned up and she looked radiant.
She smiled and held out her hand.
Catherine paused him.
"Just so you know. She is bringing you back from death. This will be very painful and I'm sorry."
He went to ask her what she meant but she was gone.
Entering a train with James at the corner of his eye.
James nodded before heading in.

He faced Janet once more who beckoned him forward.
She turned on her heels and began fighting against the crowd.
He followed.
"Don't you dare give up on me !" she screamed.
No one in the crowd turned at her voice oblivious to it.
He walked forward a step before the pain took over him.
Someone had grabbed his arm.
And took skin.
He kept walking, not out of choice.
"You promised !" she screamed again.
More hands reached out pulling at his skin. Tearing, exposing muscle.
Janet continued to walk on not turning back and he could do nothing but follow.
Hands with knifes reached out and stabbed.
Familiar places with familiar scars.
He was being returned to his previous state.
Bullet wounds began to form burn and scar over.
A hand grabbed a tuff of hair followed by one and another.
It was agonising.
He screamed out loudly in pain as more of his skin was ripped off.
"HES ALIVE." he heard a voice shout. It was echoed off each wall.
Unsure of the origin.
Janet now stood at he top of escalator holding out her arms.
"COME ON!" she screamed.
He ran up them clutching her close with torn skin and clothes.
He closed his eyes to breathe in her scent.

"There you are."
He opened them to find himself in a faded room.
He looked up to to find himself in Janet's arms.
Blood covered her and tears fell freely.

"Don't you ever leave me again" she panted.

And that's how Charon found himself serving a lifetime with his mistress. The last one he ever had. The one with the beautiful smile and the rare curves. The one he loved

From: (Anonymous)

OP: ah! ahmygosh. that was so amazingly beautiful and epic i don't even know what to say. you literally made my eyes water with sadness, happiness and everything in between. i love this so much!