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“Des I know you don’t like this but there’s something about her. She’s good and if I can just get her on our side it would change everything. You don’t leave HQ, so you don’t know what she’s really like, but I’ve seen her. She doesn’t belong in the Brotherhood. Just give me a few more days, a week tops. If she isn’t walking down here willing to join our cause, I’ll drop it forever. Promise,” Deacon drawls, flashing her a smile
“Your promises are worth less than nothing Deacon. But fine. Go. God knows we need the numbers right now.”
Which is how Deacon ended up in Bunker Hill disguised as a caravan guard. He told Tony Savoldi to ham it up with his dad again about joining the Railroad when the vault dweller walked by. She pauses and listens in before asking “What does the Railroad even do? No one will really tell me”
“The Railroad is the only one standing up to the Institute, that's who they are,” Tony sounds like he’s reading from a script a little bit, but Drummer Boy had never been an actor. One of the main reasons he’s a liaison, not an agent.
“The Brotherhood is standing up to them,” she puts a hand on her hip and tilts her head. “More than these Railroad goons.”
Deacon rolls his eyes. No one really knows the intricacies of what they do. The planning, the subterfuge, the risk. It’s the way they need to keep it but it means everyone thinks they’re a bunch of nobodies. Not good for recruiting.
Walking over to where the vault dweller and Drummer Boy are having a stare down Deacon says “Tony not everyone cares about what happens to synths. Not everyone has empathy, especially the Brotherhood types.”
“I care,” she almost sounds offended. The reaction Deacon was hoping for. “I just prefer to be out there actually doing something, not working in the shadows and hiding out waiting to be caught like a rat in a trap.”
“Out there actually doing something? Like bullying local farms into supplying your occupying force that no one invited to the table?” Deacon was pretty sure she didn’t know about this little bit of information. She was the general of the Minutemen, no way she would have approved of extorting the people she worked her ass off to help.
“We aren’t doing that. We’re asking for donations. People can refuse if they don’t have the means to help”
Deacon laughs and shakes his head, “Yeah General, they send you out to the farms that trust you, but what happens when they say no? I’ll tell you. They send a different knight in a suit of T-60 with a gatling laser to change their mind.”
She stares at Deacon with narrowed eyes. He stares right back at her with a smirk, “They wouldn’t do that.”
“They wouldn’t let you, Ms. Do Gooder, know that they do that. You’re a hot commodity, emphasis on the hot. They need you. Why would they risk your enlistment by letting you know they’re just thugs playing soldier in tin cans?”
“And how, praytell, do you know all of this?” Arms crossed, she looks at him like she can see right through his bullshit. Like she was seeing who he was underneath layer after layer of lies. He was immediately uncomfortable.
“You see and hear things as a caravan guard. I just got back from a farm that got ‘asked’ to help your Brotherhood. The farmer was sporting a fresh black eye and a busted lip when he came out to tell us that he couldn’t provide the Hill with crops anymore. Everything was going to the Brotherhood now,” he started walking back into the monument. “But believe whatever you want. I’m done with this.”
He was sure what he said was enough for her to at least go back to that monstrosity in the sky and start asking questions. He just hoped it was enough to change her mind.
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“You’re having a party. What gives with my invitation?”
Deacon had come running when he heard someone was at the secret door. Holding out hope it was finally her.
“I need intel. Who is this?” Des had never laid eyes on the vault dweller, of course she wouldn’t know who just waltzed in here.
“News flash boss. This lady is kind of a big deal out there.”
“Do I know you?” The vault dweller’s eyes narrow and she looks at him the same way she did at the Hill a month ago.
“Nah,” Deacon laughs. “But you’re making waves. General of the Minutemen, former knight of the Brotherhood of Steel, all around do gooder,” he turns to Desdemonna, “Trust me boss this is someone we want on our side.”
After Des told her she was allowed to be a tourist, Deacon waited for her to walk over to him.
“Stalking me or something? How do you know so much about me?” Agent Bullseye crosses her arms and waits. She wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily.
“C’mon. You think you can do everything you do out there and not have rumors flying around like crazy? You’re big time, kid.”
“Uh huh,” she stared at him long enough Deacon almost started shuffling on his feet. “I know you.”
“No, you don’t. I just have one of those faces.”
“Yes I do. You called me a do gooder and that made me remember this scruffy looking caravan guard in Bunker Hill. That was you,” her tone dared him to argue. She always said what she meant, she always got straight to the point. Bullseye wasn’t just a nod to her scary good aim.
“Ahh you caught me,” he shot her the grin that got him out of more than a few tight spots with women. Deacon was handsome and charming and he knew it.
And she wasn’t falling for it.
“Don’t ever try to bullshit me again. I don’t care how useful you are to these people, I’ll tear you apart.”
Deacon just nodded and swallowed. He couldn’t say anything but a quiet “yes ma’am” as he tried to hide his growing erection.
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“Are we there yet? I’m so tired and so dirty and so hungry. I have mutant blood in places mutant blood should never be.”
They were walking from Goodneighbor to Diamond City. Hunting mutants that have been creeping up to Hancock’s borders. As a mandatory stop for synths, Goodneighbor was allowed to request the famous Bullseye for jobs like this.
“We’re like 30 minutes away, stop complaining so much you big baby,” but she turned around to smile at him before going back to looking for the mutant hound that ran off towards the city.
This is what she did for the Railroad. Quickly becoming the top heavy after clearing out the switchboard, her missions consisted mostly of making sure routes were safe for passage and escorting high profile clients. Deacon was more than happy to follow in her shadow. People liked her, trusted her. They always told her their secrets and he was always there to listen.
Walking through the gate to Diamond City the guards greeted her and welcomed her back while ignoring Deacon, like usual. She was just one big, beautiful distraction. They couldn’t resist looking at her in all her pre war beauty. Deacon had learned that the black lines on her eyes and the red blush to her lips had been tattooed on. Some weird trends women used to do to make getting ready easier. But even without that, Bullseye was a looker. Shapely in a way people just weren’t anymore, all her original teeth were in her mouth, a smile that people lost the ability to do when the bombs dropped.
Deacon wasn’t as immune as he pretended to be. He was at her beck and call. If she said jump he would ask how high without a second thought. He would never let her know just how much power she held over him. That’s how people got killed in this business.
“Alright handsome, go back to home plate. I’m going to talk to Arturo, see if I can’t get him to overpay for these guns we picked up.”
He was going to overpay. They always do. Bullseye would flash those pretty white teeth, ask for 100 caps more than something was worth, and she would get her way.
She walked into home plate almost an hour later, finding Deacon on the torn up couch she had gotten as a housewarming gift from the Bobrov brothers. He had cleaned up, changed, and was now pretending to be asleep.
“I know you’re awake stupid. Get up and eat this. Vadim came over and gave it to me as a thank you,” she said, setting down two containers of noodles.
“Those big, beautiful eyes always see right through me,” he laughed but it was the truth. She never fell for his bullshit and it was both scary and attractive.
He helped himself to a bowl of noodles while she walked off to clean up and change, Deacon ate and thought about Bullseye. As he always did when he was alone. He was attracted to her. He wanted her in a way that he hadn’t wanted anyone in a long time. He loved her. He had many nights sneaking out to the Dugout Inn to rent a room so he could take care of himself without Bullseye around. It was reaching that point it always came to where he would have to take a week away from her. Go back to HQ, let her do Minuteman things. Give himself time to cool off and reset himself. She was too tempting in large doses.
“Hey,” she walked back into the living room. She was in her normal clothes for sleeping, underwear and an undershirt he had left here at some point, “you took almost all of my thank you noodles. Rude.”
“First come first served sweetheart. Should’ve ate before cleaning up,” he put his empty bowl on the floor and spread out over the couch.
“How about you learn some manners and be kind to the person that feeds you. One of these days I might just kick you to the curb,” she picked up his bowl and set it in the basin to wash and return later. That’s the kind of person she is. “If you weren’t such decent eye candy you would’ve been out with the strays a long time ago.”
“One of these days you’re going to flirt your way into a corner with me and you won’t know what to do.”
“Oh I know exactly what I’ll do when you corner me,” she said, letting her voice dip. He felt his dick twitch and knew he needed to halt this train before it got to the station. “But you’re not going to. So I’ll just keep dreaming.”
She motioned for him to lift his head so she could sit down. She dropped her head onto the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Stroking his hair absentmindedly humming some song that didn’t survive the war. He started growing his hair out after she begged him to. Seeing him without his wig and glasses for the first time had set her off. She bugged him for a week about seeing his natural hair. She tried everything but the moment Bullseye pulled out the world please he was a goner. He still wore wigs, but when it’s just the two of them he lets go a little. He wonders often if she knows how rare it is for him to relax like this.
“Wanna play two truths and a lie?” His favorite game. He never won when he played it with her though.
“I am 234 years old, my favorite color is pink, I had a pet iguana when I was younger.”
“Iguanas aren’t pets. They’re food. Try harder next time.”
“Wrong. I am 237 years old.”
He did some quick math, “You were 32 when the bombs dropped? What did you do? I know you were a lawyer, but did it really take that long to learn how to argue?”
“Yeah. Law school was about 8 years right out of high school. Then I got drafted in ‘74. Then I got pregnant and I was a beautiful housewife for almost 2 years. Your turn.”
“I lived on a giant ship turned into a city for a year. Glory is the person I admire the most in the Railroad. My favorite animal is a dog.”
“You admire me the most,” she scoffed at him. “You try harder.”
“I didn’t know you had such a big head, Bullseye,” he opened his eyes and looked up at her. He knew her eyes would be closed and took a moment to just look at her, take in her old world beauty.
“I don’t, I just know you. You wouldn’t have followed me around this long if you didn’t admire me. No matter how many breaks you take, you always come back.”
“I take those breaks to give you a break. You would get tired of me if I was with you all the time.”
“No I wouldn’t and no you don’t. You take those breaks because you can’t stand being around me for too long. Too tempting,” she still had her eyes closed, head tilted back, but she smirked.
He sat up. He was always uncomfortable when people didn’t buy into his lies, especially Bullseye. She could practically read his mind. If she knew half of what he thought, he couldn’t be around her anymore.
“I hate Takahashi’s noodles. I miss libraries. I’m secretly in love with Preston Garvey.”
Deacon’s heart skipped a beat. When she wasn’t rolling with him she was with Preston. Visiting settlements, tending to local farms if someone was injured, doing Minutemen things. She hadn’t been with anyone since she was unfrozen as far as he knew, but if it was going to be someone it was going to be Preston.
“You’re eating Takahashi’s noodles every time we step through the gate.”
She laughed and looked over at him, “Just because I eat it doesn’t mean I like it. People just love to buy me a bowl as soon as they see me. It would be rude to say no to free food.”
He hoped she didn’t catch the breath he let out when she told him he was wrong.
“I am in love with Glory. I once infiltrated and lived in a vault in the Capital Wasteland for a while. I’ve been secretly learning how to juggle, it’s a lost art and I’m bringing it back.”
“You’re not in love with Glory, Deacon. She’s a softy at heart and you’re not into that.”
“How would you know?” Dangerous territory, Deacon, he thought, dangerous territory. He laid his head back down in her lap and she resumed running her fingers through his hair.
“Because that time you tried to convince me you were a synth with a botched memory wipe and I gave you a black eye you spent the night at the Dugout.”
“Maybe I wanted a night away from your torment and abuse. Ever think about that?”
“Yeah I did, but you snuck out and snuck back in. If you wanted me to think about what I had done you would have stayed gone for a while, not come right back,” she grabbed a fist full of his hair and gave it a good tug. “You like being abused just a little bit.”
He regretted his choice to lay back down. He couldn’t hide the way his pants were getting tighter without being obvious.
“I am attracted to you. I know you’re attracted to me. I like the game we’ve been playing the last couple months.”
He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t think she would have seen him the same way he saw her. Sure she flirted, but she flirted with Nick. Bullseye flirted with everyone because she knew what she was and she knew it could get her whatever she wanted. It was only at this moment Deacon realized Bullseye never asked of him what she asked of others.
“You’re not usually a patient person, so I think you’re getting tired of it,” he was still in her lap, eyes closed, feeling like he was falling. He never went into any situation without knowing exactly what could happen. Right now he had no clue how this was going to go.
“I really thought you would eventually stop sneaking off. No matter how many times I tried to tempt you when we went to bed, you always waited and left even though I was right there,” her hands were in his hair again, grip tightening. His back arched off the couch ever so slightly as she continued, “I figured someone like you, always paying attention to details, would have picked up on all the hints I was dropping.”
“How can a guy know he’s special when everyone gets the same treatment?” He tried to laugh it off but he was close to throwing caution out the window. He’d dreamed of this moment, imagined it hundreds of different ways. Real life was so much better.
“Oh but Deacon, you know that’s not true. You get to sleep in my homes, in my beds. You’re always with me. The only time you’re not with me is when you choose to leave me. Tell me what you do when you leave me all alone Deacon.”
Her voice had gone low and soft. Her ‘do what I want cause I’m sexy’ voice as he liked to call it. She never used it on him before and he was glad for it. He would have folded a long time ago. She was enjoying this, he could almost smell how much she was enjoying it. He was panting like a teenager over some words and some beautiful hands pulling his hair.
Her hand went to his throat, “Tell me Deacon.”
“I think about you.”
“What about me?” She gave his throat a slight squeeze.
What the hell, he thought, what do I really have to lose. “Everything. What sounds you would make underneath me, what you would feel like, what you smell like,” he turned towards her and smiled, “Guess I know what the answer to the last one is now.”
“More” she demanded.
“Do you know how expensive being around you all the time is? Almost every night we’re here I have to go rent a room just so I can maintain control a little bit longer. It never works because every time I imagine what your hands would feel like stroking me. God your hands are so soft,” one of her hands went back to petting his hair, the other rubbing his chest, “I got started on that fantasy the first week we were running together. You were patching me up and it took everything in me to stop from getting hard. All from your beautiful hands on my arm.”
“I have that much power over you? Some innocent touches and you have enough to go on for almost a year?” Her hand drifted lower, almost to the waistband of his pants.
“God yes,” his hips lifting off the couch. He would give anything to know what her hands really felt like on his dick. Anything.
“More.”
“What do you want to know sweetheart? I’ll tell you anything you want to hear,” Deacon was still trying to be the suave guy he pretended to be.
“You thought about how I would taste?” The tips of her fingers dipped into his pants.
“One day we were at the Atom Cats garage and when Zeke walked by you told Rowdy you wouldn’t mind him living between your thighs. It was all I could think about for weeks. What it would be like to be used for your pleasure whenever you want. I would do it if you asked. Say the word and I’ll be on my knees for you Nora,” her hips bucked when he said her real name. He never used it, it felt too personal and he never thought he could be this close.
She was silent for a moment and he felt her shift. When her hands left his body he let out a soft whine. Then he felt the couch dip on either side of his head. He opened his eyes when he felt her sit on his chest and met her eyes for the first time during this conversation. Nora’s pupils had taken over her irises, her breathing matched his. She was just as affected as he was by all of this.
“All I have to do is say the word?”
“Yes,” it was barely more than a whisper but she rose to her knees and positioned herself over his face. She pulled her underwear to the side and Deacon let out a shaky breath.
“Please, Deacon,” and he was undone. His hands came up to wrap around her thighs and pull her down fully on to his mouth. He licked up her opening and started sucking on her clit, moaning at how she tasted. Perfect. Her head fell back and she left out a breathy “fuck”. His nails dug into her thighs as she started rocking her hips.
“Is this what you wanted?” She was out of breath and her voice made his cock twitch in his pants. “Is it as good as you imagined? Do I taste as good as you hoped?”
His only response was a deep moan that sent vibrations through her. He was lapping her juices up, drinking from her like he was desperate. And he was. She was grinding against his face now and he couldn’t help the way his hips bucked in the air. A hand found its way into his hair, gripping hard and pulling until Deacon whimpered against her clit. He opened his eyes and almost wished he hadn’t. Her head was thrown back, back arching. Her other hand was playing with her breasts, pulling her nipples, nails digging into the soft flesh.
Her moans pitched higher and he knew she was close. “Be a good boy and make me come, Deacon.”
His eyes remained open as he continued licking and sucking. He wanted to see her come apart. Her grip on his hair tightened to a point it almost brought tears to his eyes and when he whimpered again, she came while screaming his name. The taste of her cum, the sight of her falling apart on top of him, the way she was chanting his name, it was too much. With a moan of his own he came in his pants. He kept up his ministrations, needing her noises to keep going, needing to make her come again, needing to give himself a moment to come down from his own high.
Nora sat up onto her knees, her juices and his saliva dripped onto his face and he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath to steady himself. Deacon’s eyes jolted open when her hand palmed his soft dick.
“Didn’t do it for you?” She looked behind her at the wet spot on the front of his pants and let out a breathy laugh. “Or did too much. Eating me out really made you come just like that?”
He could only nod and let out a moan as she continued rubbing his too sensitive dick through his pants. His hips bucked against her hand and she laughed again.
“Didn’t you want to know what this felt like?” Her hand went into his pants and gave his cock a few slow strokes before taking it out. Her fingers glistened with his come. “Look at me Deacon.”
He opened his eyes and looked up at Nora. Her hand came up to her mouth and she sucked his come off each of her fingers, cheeks hollowed out. She moaned and her eyes fluttered closed. Deacon thought she was beautiful before, but this? This was too much. He knew he was dreaming.
Nora shimmied down his body until she was straddling his thighs, pulling his pants down. He inhaled sharply as she slowly dragged the fabric over his dick. After exposing him she gave a little smile, “Grower I hope.”
Deacon felt his cheeks get hot, but she was right earlier. He liked the abuse.
She wrapped a hand around him and started stroking. He had never been able to bounce back quickly and he was still so sensitive. “Please, Nora. I can’t”
“I thought this was what you wanted though,” she tilted her head to the side like she was innocent in all of this. As she spoke she was moving her hand faster and leaning forward until her mouth was right next to his ear. “Didn’t you fantasize about this? Haven’t you spent so many nights taking yourself in your hand wishing it was mine? I’m only making all of your dreams come true Deacon, you could be a little more grateful. Say thank you, Deacon.”
He could feel his body getting tight again. When Nora squeezed his dick he came again.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chanted as she slowed her movements until he was finished. When Nora got off of him Deacon just sat there for a minute, eyes closed, waiting for his breathing to even out.
He woke up to a towel being thrown on his stomach and Nora saying “Clean yourself up, handsome. It’s bedtime.”
Instant regret came crashing down into his mind. Nora, Bullseye, he thought, her name is Bullseye, now knew just how much she could control him. The only secret he had somewhat managed to keep from her was out in the open. Deacon was as vulnerable as he could be and he hated it. He couldn’t stand how open he felt right now. Parts of him that hadn’t seen the light of day in years were exposed.
He used the old towel to wipe himself off, got a new pair of pants, and walked over to the bed. She was already sleeping, and his heart shattered in his chest. He crawled into bed beside Nora and allowed himself a couple minutes to hold her. Just before his will broke and he stayed, he got out of bed. He walked to her tiny kitchen and packed some jars of water and preserved food into a bag. As quietly as he could he popped a stealth boy and left. They weren’t meant for this. Domestic bliss wasn’t attainable in their line of work. Leaving now would be safer for them both in the long run.