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Desperado (part 1) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-11 09:22 pm (UTC)______________________________________________
“Have I ever mentioned,” Arcade groused over the top of his drink, “that this place gives me the shivers? Not the good kind, either. Pretty sure they charge you for those here.”
Boone huffed, raising his drink slightly in a mock-toast. “Yeah, I'm glad I came too.”
Admittedly, the Atomic Wrangler was probably not the most ideal place to hold a celebration- the whole building reeked of sex, schmooze, and desperation. But it was the only place Arcade knew of to still be serving drinks at this hour. Getting to know Craig Boone, he had learned, was somewhat similar to extracting teeth. It was a slow, painful process, consisting mainly of grasping at whatever small information the other man offered up and then twisting and yanking at the tidbit until he could crack the story out of Boone's skull.
The reward, however, was usually more than worth the effort in Arcade's eyes. Any opportunity to understand a little bit more about the enigmatic sniper was a pretty rare occurrence, and not one he treated lightly. Which is why, upon discovering after half passed midnight (and a half gone bottle of whiskey passed between the two) that today was actually Boone's birthday, he insisted on treating the other man to a drink as a gift.
And that is how the two of them ended up sitting side by side on the dinky stools of the Atomic Wrangler's bar, the only patrons still awake in the entire establishment save for the occasional muted clunking and chirping of FISTO carrying out his nightly maintenance routine. Francine had made them drinks but disappeared into her room almost an hour ago, and Arcade had to wonder if she fell asleep or if she just got distracted.
Desperado (part 3) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-11 09:47 pm (UTC)Oh god.
Oh god, Boone knew. His family? He had to know. Why would he care about his family? It was all over. Everything was over, Boone knew he was Enclave. God, how could he have been so stupid, so obvious? He must have given himself away, somewhere, something he said, some vital information he let slip-
Arcade squeezed his eyes shut for a second, composing himself. No. He had been careful. Maybe it's a false alarm. Be calm. He opened them again, casually looking down into his drink. “What... what do you want to know?” It would be best, he figured, to find out exactly how much Boone knew before assuming anything.
Boone turned his face, still resting heavily on his hands. “... your dad. What was he like?”
My dad. Arcade fought to keep a neutral expression. His father. Officer Arcade Gannon Sr., Navarro squadron, Enclave solider, main infantry. Amen.
“I. I didn't know him that well..”
The only face Arcade knows is his bug-eyed Telsa helmet.
“... he died when I was very young..”
A war casualty, he died defending a psychotic leader's delusions of grandeur.
“... but even when he was alive he worked a lot...”
He killed and tortured men, women, and children.
“... but I imagine he was a good man.”
Arcade knew he was a monster.
Boone sighed again, lifting his head heavily from his hands and wiping at his face, knocking the ever-present beret slightly askew. Arcade had to quash the urge to reach out and fix it.
He seemed to be in the clear, Boone didn't know. He had been mistaken, too jumpy. Too paranoid. But what else was new?
“So...why do you ask?”
Boone looked up into Arcade's face and now that Arcade was close enough to make out the man's eyes what he saw was heart breaking. Every part of the normally aloof and hardened sharpshooter's countenance screamed agony. Even when seriously hurt, even when Arcade would have to stitch up Boone's various Mojave-inflicted injuries with nothing more than some thread, a dull needle, and a pencil to bite on, never had he seen the man look so utterly harrowed. And then, Boone dropped the bomb:
“I was going to be a dad.”
And for the second time in only a matter of minutes, Arcade felt his stomach drop through the floor.
“Oh.. oh Craig. I didn't know. I'm so sorry.” He moved his hand, still frozen on Boone's arm, to grip his shoulder fiercely wanting- needing- to somehow relay some sort of comfort, or support, or something. Anything.
He had known about Carla, most of them knew thanks to the Courier's inability to practice any sort of privacy or discretion when it came to the affairs of others. But it was never malicious gossip, only worried confiding, and everyone had done their best to be understanding without treating Boone any differently than they already had been.
Arcade knew what happened in Novac, how the courier stealthily investigated almost everyone in the town once she'd met Boone and found out that his wife had been kidnapped and killed. How she'd turned the town inside out looking for clues. He knew about the receipt, about the sale, about Boone's blind hatred for anything legion (and really, Arcade didn't blame him in the least).
But he hadn't known Carla was pregnant. Damn him. He hadn't known.
In an uncharacteristic display, Boone clapped his own hand over Arcade's on his shoulder and gripped it fiercely. Arcade gripped back with just as much intensity, for once at a complete loss for words.
Boone shut his eyes, shaking his head and forcing out a humorless laugh. “Sorry, fuck, I don't know why I-” Arcade cut him off. “Don't apologize. You have nothing to feel sorry for. We just, we probably just had too much to drink, right? But it's alright. It's ok. I mean, it's not ok but... you're my friend, Craig. I care about you.”
Boone let go of Arcade's hand, shrugging him off.
“Suppose I would have been a lousy dad anyway.” Boone's voice was barely above a whisper.
“Stop!” Arcade interjected, and was surprised when the command came out much harsher than he had intended. “Sorry. It's just- don't say that, ok? It isn't true.”
Desperado (part 4) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-11 09:51 pm (UTC)“Craig. I mean it. You're a stubborn idiot, you have thicker barriers than the Old Mormon Fort, and quite frankly you're a terrible conversationalist. But. You're also indispensably loyal, morally upright, and you love. You're capable of a kind of extraordinary love. You've had to make horrible choices, terrible choices that would have broken a lesser man but you're still here because you loved Carla so deeply. You cared about her more than yourself, you gave everything up to save her.” Arcade paused, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes and took a deep breath. Reeling in his feelings. His cheeks burned as if he had spent the entire day basking in the desert sun, and maybe it was the drink, or maybe it just needed to be finally said. So he continued:
“And I know she loved you Boone, she loved you just as much. There's this... saying. Ab actu ad posse valet illatio. 'From the past, one can infer the future'. Anyone looking at your past can see you were an exceptional man.. and any child of yours would be lucky as hell just to simply be the recipient of that prodigious adoration. You would be a GOOD father. A great father. I never really... nobody ever really told me the specifics of how my dad died. He was... away.. at the time. Feels like he ran away, like he got away and escaped, leaving my mother and I to the wolves. You didn't do that, Craig, and I know it isn't my damn place but you did... you did the right thing. Because..you loved them so much.”
Arcade inwardly winced at the way his own voice cracked, raw and vulnerable with an aching emotion he couldn't quite place. Where was this coming from? “And honestly, sometimes I wish... I wish I had a dad like you.”
Boone let out a strangled growl, and Arcade's eyes snapped open as he suddenly found himself slammed into the hard edge of the bar counter, Boone pressing against him and holding him down. Despite the difference in height, the shorter man was able to pin him quite easily. “That what you want, Gannon?” he hissed into his ear hoarsely. His breath was hot on Arcade's neck and something dark and dangerous coiled low in his belly. Boone pressed tighter against the doctor, nuzzling against him, and the delicious rasp of stubble against Arcade's own soft cheek sped his breath into pants. “You want a daddy?”
No. No no no no no. This was bad. And ok, maybe Arcade had made a lot of bad decisions in his lifetime, but even he knew this was a Very Bad Decision. They were drunk. They were upset. God, why couldn't he just plan a normal birthday celebration? No no no-
“Let me be your daddy.”
He couldn't, anymore. It was too much. He couldn't.
“....god yes.”
Desperado (part 5) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-11 09:56 pm (UTC)Boone kissed him fiercely, and Arcade felt as though voicing his desire had unlatched the floodgates- words poured from his lips, nonsensical encouragements and pleas assuring him that yes, this is what he wanted, what needed, this was perfect, Boone was perfect, oh, daddy...
It eventually occurred to Arcade, through his lust-addled fog, that their current location was entirely too public. Luckily, privacy was not that far-the courier owned a room in the wrangler, apparently some sort of compensation for finding that god awful sexbot, and she had given all her companions an extra key in care they ever needed to make use of it in an emergency.
And this was most certainly an emergency- Arcade was in danger of utterly losing his mind if he couldn't have Boone naked in the next ten seconds. He voiced this concern to Boone in a way that was most certainly charming and sultry and not at all whiny or demanding.. he was suave, damn it. Boone chuckled, releasing Arcade from where he was pinned and catching his face in his hands. “Patience, baby, don't worry. I'm gonna take good care of you.” He trailed a thumb across Arcade's lower lip. “Real good care of you.”
Boone was going to kill him. That was it. He was so turned on he was literally going to die, and his gravestone would read: “Here lies Arcade Israel Gannon, he died as he lived: completely overwhelmed.”
He pulled Boone's thumb into his mouth, capturing the tip of it between his teeth and grinning. At some point the sniper had taken off his sunglasses and there was still something off about him, something dark and wrong on his face, but Arcade began to suspect that it was mirrored in his own expression as well.
This was wrong, all wrong. But he couldn't care, anymore.
Hooking his thumb against Arcade's teeth, Boone forced the other man's jaw down and kissed him, holding his mouth open to press their tongues together. Arcade melted, wrapping his arms around Boone's shoulders and allowing his mouth to be ravaged for a few more blissful seconds before pushing the other man away. “People are going to start coming in soon, so unless you're planning to undress me right here on top of the bar I suggest we make our way upstairs. Not that I'm morally opposed to the idea, mind you- I do love being the center of attention.” Boone rolled his eyes for what seemed to be the millionth time that night, taking Arcade by the waist and all but manhandling him up the stairway. “Do you ever stop talking?”
Arcade pressed back against Boone as they walked, purposefully rolling and grinding his hips until he drew a moan from the other man. “Well,” he purred. “Maybe just this once. Since it is your birthday.”
Boone huffed, reaching forward with one both hands- one moving to unlock the suite door, and the other pressing firmly between the doctor's legs, pawing roughly at Arcade and pressing his fingers against the straining outline of his erection, indulgently feeling the curve and swell of it beneath his doctor's fatigues.
“Hmm.. happy birthday to me.”
The door's lock gave an audible click as it disengaged, and they both stumbled inside.
Re: Desperado (part 5) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-12 02:21 am (UTC)Please for the love of all that is good update this soon!
Re: Desperado (part 5) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-12 01:43 pm (UTC)Re: Desperado (part 5) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-14 07:31 am (UTC)I'm feeling very much like Arcade here -- I'm going to die from being absolutely overwhelmed by this unbearably touching and then scorching hot little fic of yours.
The pace of the story was perfect, the gentle kind of nudging towards the OH FUCK OH FUCK BOONE, OH FUCK was wonderful and very well done. Super well written, super believable. I love how you write these two together.
Please, author anon. I rarely beg, but here I am. Begging. Please don't keep me waiting long!
Also: in case I didn't make myself clear.
HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT
Re: Desperado (part 5) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2011-12-26 07:23 am (UTC)Re: Desperado (part 6) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-13 11:31 am (UTC)As they stripped each other of their remaining clothes, Arcade feels giddy. He closes his eyes as Boone presses his body into the decrepit mattress, the room pleasantly spinning around him. Boone licked along his chest and Arcade cried out as sharp teeth closed around his nipple, gently biting down before laving the nub with his tongue.
It was too much: Arcade felt as though he was breaking, he was afraid. Afraid that the lightest touch from Boone would shatter him. But strong hands- Boone's hands- held him tightly together. Kept him from cracking and spilling himself over the sheets and skin and Boone's tightly knit knuckles. He could cry. It was so good, he could cry.
Boone held him fiercely, one hand cradling the back of Arcade's skull and the other cupped carefully between his legs. "Such a good boy," Boone murmured into Arcade's hair. "You're such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
Arcade could scarcely breathe.
"Yess..." he hissed, his hips rolled in easy circles, following the slow pulsing squeeze of the other man's grip. "Say it," Boone ordered, breath hot and damp on Arcade's neck. Arcade flushed, shaking his head but Boone gave him a particularly convincing squeeze and his eyes fluttered open as he gasped: "Yes! Good. I'm good, so good, God, just, anything, I'm anything, just keep doing that.."
Boone catches his chin between his fingers, turning Arcade to face him. His gaze was far away, distant. A thousand yard stare, staring right through Arcade. "Tell me you love me."
Arcade blushed, opened his mouth, but the words couldn't come out. They were thick, loaded words, and they caught on his tongue, refusing to push past his lips. He wet his mouth, "look, Craig, I-"
Boone turned his head, biting his neck. "Say it, Gannon," he rumbled, voicing cracking slightly. It was a plea disguised as a command.
Re: Desperado (part 7) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-13 11:33 am (UTC)Boone wedged a strong thigh between Arcade's legs and Arcade rutted against him desperately, pressing every inch of skin he could manage against the other man. He could feel the corded muscles clenching between his own tense thighs as he rutted, and he could feel Boone against his own hip, just as hot and hard.
"Love you... daddy," he gasped out. He grinded against Boone urgently, ridding every thrust with a responding push of his own. "God, love you so much, please, just...please..."
Boone kept his pace gradual, stilling Arcade's bucking hips and reaching between them to pump him firmly and painfully slowly. He skimmed his thumb across the tip of Arcade's cock, wetting the head with pre-cum. Stroking along the length, he lightly teased the sensitive glands until Arcade shivered, then pulled his hand away entirely to tug at the trail of pale blond hairs beneath Arcade's navel. "Scoot up," Boone urged, pulling Arcade further into his lap.
Arcade made an indignant sound of frustration when their cocks pressed together, trapped between their sweaty stomachs. "You have no idea," he panted, hands running up and down Boone's muscled back. "You have no idea how long I waited for you."
Boone chuckled, pulling Arcade into another soul-stealing kiss. He ran his hands along Arcade's chest, gently tweaking a nipple before reaching further down to hold their erections together. "Huh. A long time?" he teased, pumping them in a single fist. Arcade's hips pushed up into Boone's hand, the firmness of the other man's cock against his own pushing him closer to the edge. "Oh. God. Yes, a- a long time, forever, I waited....I waited a life time for... you, oh god, for you..." and he felt his vision blur, felt the wetness of tears stinging his burning cheeks. His mind was numb, and his cock was leaking, and he called Boone's name again and again like a mantra signaling his release. He was close, embarrassingly close already, but he really had been waiting so long for this.
He hadn't even known he'd been waiting.
Boone kissed him fiercely, hips moving in stuttered, erratic jerks against Arcade's clenched thighs and whispered. "Shh. I'm right here, babe. It's ok, I'm right here." His hushed voice held a hint of tenderness Arcade had never before heard from the sniper. "It's ok. You don't have to wait, anymore."
And with an anguished groan, Arcade felt himself pushed over the edge. He came, clenched fingers gripping tightly into Boone's back and tear streaked cheeks pressed hot against Boone's own face. Shudders wracked Boone's frame as the other man climaxed into his own fist, slicking both of their softening erections with his release.
It was ok. God, it was ok.
This was too far, probably, but Arcade knew that they had already crossed that point ages ago. They were too far gone, panting and slick and raw, and it was far, far too late to turn back.
---
The cool shade of night was just beginning to cloak the Mojave but already the small hotel room was darkened, lit only by the flashing New Vegas lights reflecting through the windows. Boone was asleep, one arm thrown haphazardly across his eyes and the other wrapped tightly around Arcade's shoulders, holding the other man against his chest. He breathed deeply, evenly. Arcade laid silent as sleep eluded him, idly counting the thumping heartbeats he could hear through Boone's sternum. He brain was buzzing with thoughts, with the stark realization that they were just two broken men, aching to replace what they had both lost. Filling the void with each others shattered pieces. There was something wrong with that, he knew, something fundamentally incorrect, but he pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Perhaps, in the light of morning, things would be a little bit clearer.
Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-13 11:34 am (UTC)Letting his eyes fall shut, lulled by the steady beat of Boone's heart pumping, he let his mind wander. Strangely, Arcade thinks back on a particular memory from his childhood: the time he burned himself with his plasma pistol.
It was his father's pistol, shiny and glowing even after seeing years of combat. He carried with him all the time, but it was not until his late teens, after being on the run with the remnants, that he took it upon himself to practice firing it seriously. He'd squeezed the trigger tightly, marveling at the brilliant burst of colorful energy concentrated into a single burning beam. He had aimed to shoot at his target of an overturned Nuke-a-Cola bottle but, in his inexperienced grip, had laid his index finger too close to the barrel of the gun. He ended up singeing the very tip of it on the beam.
The skin had seared into a terrible burn, nearly black, and after a few days the entire top of his finger bubbled into a shiny red sore. He would press it, sometimes, curl his finger in and press it against his palm. The resulting twinge of pain would slowly build into a throbbing ache, and he would irritate the burn as long as he could stand before relaxing his fingers again. The relief of unfurling them, the slow fade of pain, was an odd sensation, painfully soothing.
Arcade absentmindedly pressed a close-eyed kiss to Boone's pectoral.
Boone, to Arcade, was like a burning wound, a throbbing sore. A vague pulsing ache somewhere deep in the pit of his chest. And being held like this was the relief of relaxing, uncurling, letting the pain fade away. The memory of his strong hands holding Arcade's head, nuzzling his ear, feverishly whispering "I'm so proud of you, baby, I love you so much... you make me so happy" as they came down from their climaxes kindled the burning feeling to a crescendo- even then, Arcade felt his own face flush in remembrance.
He didn't know his dad, couldn't remember his face too well. His memories were blurs, faded and abstracted by time and loneliness and longing. And laying here, held tight in Boone's embrace, it almost seemed clear- his father had strong hands. Wide shoulders. Blunt nails. Hard Jaw. Soft tongue. Their unique traits blended together, muddy and jumbled in Arcade's mind. It was hard to separate them then, Boone and his father. He wasn't altogether sure he wanted to, not right now. All these thoughts could wait until morning, and for now, they would simply sleep.
---
Arcade dreamed that night- disconnected dreams filled with bright colors, loud sounds, and shelter in safe arms. And Boone, for the first time in a very long time, dreamed blissfully of nothing at all.
Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-13 11:37 am (UTC)Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-15 05:07 pm (UTC)ajsdwpdjaps thank you, A!A, this was perfect.
Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-19 11:40 pm (UTC)Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-15 07:58 pm (UTC)The hot parts were HOT, and the bit about Arcade worrying his wound as a child? The comparison to what he's doing with Boone?
Boone needing Arcade to say "I love you?"
I just... wow. Wow. Thank you.
Now? I have a hunger. A hunger only more Boone/Arcade daddy kink can satisfy.
Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-19 11:50 pm (UTC)or maybe I'm just depraved:p I'm glad you enjoyed the fill. Embrace the hunger- one of us, one of us~Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-01-26 06:40 am (UTC)Marry me.
The ring is in the mail.
Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-11-14 11:37 pm (UTC)(I knew Boone was somehow like Arcade's father... I just didn't realize that could be a SEXY analogy!)
Re: Desperado (part 9 - FINAL) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2014-08-08 04:25 am (UTC)Re: Desperado (part 4) [arcade/boone, daddy kink]
Date: 2012-11-14 11:29 pm (UTC)***Desperado (part 2) [arcade/boone, daddy kink] (ignore the one above this something got messed up)
“I don't usually like celebrating,” Boone protested, but Arcade scarcely heard him over the resounding clink of his glass colliding with the other man's still tilted one, elicited a glower. Whatever. He would not let Boone's pessimism interfere with them having a good time tonight. “Come on, lighten up! It's your birthday, you're drunk, and we are probably surrounded by the questionable citizens of Vegas fornicating with each other in cramped and dirty rooms! Can't you feel the magic?”
Boone rolled his eyes. “With a nice this perfect, who needs magic.”
“Don't even try sarcasm with me, Craig. You'd have better luck seducing one of Gomorrah’s hookers.”
Boone raised a single eyebrow. Arcade shrugged, taking a deep swing from his drink before elaborating:
“Can't beat a master at their own game.”
It was hard for Arcade to tell whether the choking noise that burst from Boone's throat was one of amusement or disbelief, as the other man's eyes were obfuscated by his tinted sunglasses. There was probably some symbolism there, Arcade mused as he choked down another mouthful of whatever vile moonshine the Garret twins were passing off as drinks these days. The sunglasses were a barrier, maybe. A shield, or defense. Arcade was sure he would have an easier time figuring it out if his brain didn't feel quite so fuzzy.
Boone's voice was still low as he responded “Hm. Well. No loss to me. If I felt like trying my luck with strung out junkies, I'd just hang around Freeside's alleys.” He sipped at his drink, seemingly not as bothered by the taste (or lack thereof).
Arcade laughed in delight, “Alright, I'll let you slide because that was funny. I knew you had a sense of humor in there somewhere, Craig-y boy.”
Boone narrowed his eyes. “Don't call me that, Gannon.”
Arcade shuddered dramatically. “Honestly, the amount of implication you manage to pack into the two syllables of my name is actually quite impressive. If I didn't know any better I'd think you WEREN'T cherishing every moment of our time together.” This earned a smirk from Boone. A small, understated smirk that Arcade probably would have otherwise missed had he not already been blatantly staring at the other man's mouth. “Guess you read me like a book, huh?”
Arcade blanched.“Are you teasing me? My god. You're actually teasing me. Wait wait, hold still and let me take a mental picture so I can frame this moment forever. This'll be something I can tell my grand kids someday.”
Boone swatted at Arcade's arm. Maybe all the drinking was loosening him up. Or maybe, Arcade thought, he's finally fallen for my dazzling charm and wit.
He figured it was probably the drinking.
“Grand kids. Huh. Seems optimistic, considering how everything's gone to shit these days. Most people are lucky to squeeze out even one more generation.”
“Well aren't you just a ball of sunshine and kittens-” There was that tiny smirk, again. “-But you have a point. Families are a rare thing in the wasteland, and it seems like they just keep getting harder and harder to find. You'd think people would be more stubborn about, you know, keeping together. Protecting each other, and everything.”
To his shock, he felt Boone slump forward and turned to see the man leaning against the bar on his elbows with his forehead pressed against his palms, a pained expression crossing his face.
“Are you alright?” Arcade pressed a frantic hand to Boone's arm, turning to face him and automatically switching into doctor-mode. “What's wrong, Craig, are you hurt?”
Boone heaved a shaky sigh, shoulders rising and falling steadily in one deep, controlled breath. “Can I ask you something, Arcade?”
Boone was using his first name. That was... new. Arcade couldn't tell if it excited him immensely or scared him shitless. Perhaps it was somewhere in between. “Of course,” he answered, hoping he didn't sound too startled. Unconsciously, he rubbed his hand back and forth on Boone's bicep in a soothing motion. Boone didn't shake him off, which was a good sign.
“What was your family like?”