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He wouldn't have set his mind on doing it if he hadn't been so sure that if he didn’t someone else would. He was the closest thing Nux had to a friend, not that there were any real friendships in the Citadel. He’d taken the small, sickly younger boy under his wing when he’d first arrived so it was only natural that now that he’d started to look less like a pup and more like a man Slit be the one to show him the more intimate details of what being a man meant. The other’s were undoubtedly expecting it and he knew if he waited too long one of them would do it for him and wouldn't bother to make it good for Nux and would probably hurt Nux more than was necessary and there’d be nothing Slit could do about it ‘cause it’d be his own damn fault for hesitating. It didn't help that he didn't even know WHY he was hesitating, they practice fought enough times that he knew he could take Nux.
Even though he didn't doubt Nux would rather it be him than anyone else, there definitely would be a struggle before hand because it would be shameful for their not to be. There was only a little shame in being on the bottom but if word got out that you gave it up easy the first time that was it for your reputation. Nux might not be the biggest or the strongest War Boy but he’s tough and brave and sure as hell doesn't want anyone going easy on him. Slit doesn’t see why this should be different than anything else. He is making it different, though, by fucking hesitating.
It’s not that he’s nervous, he tells himself, he doesn’t know the fuckin' meaning of ‘nervous’. It’s just that he wants to get into the right headspace before he does it so he gets it right. Slit himself had been brought into manhood by an older boy named Frack who hadn't gotten it right. Despite them having both been living in the Citadel for years, him and Frack had barely said two words to each other before the night Frack had climbed into his bunk while he was asleep and just sort of gotten started. Luckily War Boys are conditioned not to be heavy sleepers.
Slit had woken up before the other boy had gotten to anything good and started fighting for all he was worth. Frack had been a big bastard though, so big in fact that the War Boys still told stories about him, so it had ended with Slit getting choked unconscious. By the time he came back to, gasping for air, the other boy had been plunging into him dry, shredding him inside, making him bleed. Slit was still ashamed of the fact that he’d screamed, he knew no one would help him. Standard procedure among the War Boys is that if you hear something like that going on you pretend you're still asleep. He’d called out for help though, like a fool.
Frack had come back every night after that and gone at him just as hard every fuckin’ time. Even after Slit had stopped struggling he’d still beat him, split his lip, blacked his eye, choked him again and again, gone in dry EVERY FUCKIN’ TIME. It had gotten to a point where Slit was sure that if it kept up he’d eventually die from it and he was sure dying like that didn't get you to Valhalla. Eventually he got lucky though, eventually the fuckin’ sleg got just a little too greedy. While Slit was still dazed from being beaten about the head and neck, Frack had decided he wanted to fuck his mouth.
Pinned down, choking on the other man’s cock, Slit had finally decided he’d had enough and bit down...hard. Yep, they still told stories about Frack and most of them ended with how he’d been found one morning bludgeoned to death with his cock bit off. Even for a War Boy, that's an irregular way to go. Of course the War Boys don’t have private rooms so (even though no one would admit to having seen it happen) it became common knowledge that you don’t try anything with Slit.