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His head hurt like a couple of Long Horns had kicked his skull between them, opening his eyes made it worse. Someone pushed a bucket under his chin as he threw up dirt, blood and bile smelling like death and making him gag.
Speaking of, the last thing he remembered was some bastard in a suit pointing a gun at him before a flash, pain that abruptly stopped then…waking up here. He tried to focus on the room, everything was spinning too much to keep his eyes open for long. Someone was talking but his main focus was trying to stop the nausea, there can't be anything else in his stomach to expel without hurting himself. Another muffled voice and he felt something prick his arm, coldness spreading from his elbow outwards as he fell unconscious.
"Alright young man, lets try this again shall we"
He cracked his eye open expecting to be hit again with the need to throw up, but nothing happened. A slight headache and dull pain along his scalp was really the only sign anything was wrong.
He winced at the sting in his elbow, followed the tubing up to the bag of fluid hanging from a hook.
"There we go, easy now" the man beside him helped ease him up into a sitting position "no nausea this time?"
"No" he rasped, voice barely recognisable as his own "where am I?"
"You're in Goodsprings finest hospital" the man let out a chuckle "'course we ain't got another one"
He got a proper look at his surroundings, medical equipment sat on a trolley next to him; syringes, cloths, stimpacks, all leading to the same conclusion: he was either the luckiest bastard this side of the divide, or, he was royally fucked.
"You got a name son? Didn't see you come though before and your buddies skipped town after digging your grave"
Did he? The man before had a name: Lazarus, well used and at least tolerated unless you asked his former lovers, but he was dead wasn't he?
"Six" he coughed, most people knew him by the courier number anyway.
"Your folks count em instead of naming?"
A bottle of water was passed to him, not entirely purified but as good as you get out in the ass end of the Mojave.
"Somethin' like that"
"Well, lets make sure you aren’t going to die on me at least"
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Six stood in front of the mirror and catalogued his new scars, at least the suit was dumb enough to only hit him once. Rookie move but hell most things he shot in the head didn’t come back like some specter of death so he couldn't fault him.
His shoulder length deep brown hair had been shaved in a section, from his widows peak along to the crown of his head. Singular strip of skin looking absolutely ridiculous. But until the large wound that now ran along the area had healed and the stitches popped he doubted there was anything that could be done to fix it. Eyes still intact, brown like normal. His complexion was pale, medium tan now washed out due to…well everything he guessed. Eyes traveling across his chest looking over the familiar now faded scars and traveling down to his hips, trailed a finger over bullet wounds and scars that had long since healed before deciding he'd seen enough.
The room Doc Mitchell had given him was shockingly comfortable, decorated and clean like the old man expected visitors at any moment. The bed was a little lumpy and pillows musty but anything was better than his usual sleeping arrangements while on the road.
He'd been given the option of an old vault suit or slightly too tight shirt and jeans, he put the suit on and grimaced at the reflection.
"What a fucking sight you are" He sighed looking back at himself "got told by everyone you'd end up in a ditch taking high value runs"
Six tossed the suit onto the bed and settled for the less conspicuous option, pants tight but not impeding his movement and shirt hugging close. The pants he'd keep because they were doing excellent things for his ass. The shirt not so much, all the wrong parts were where it fit the tightest and he cursed the less than fantastic habits that gave him the slight gut and nearly undid his hard work and spent caps to ditch his old tits.
"Good enough I guess"
Six shut the Pip-Boy around his wrist and pulled the road worn boots on, he'd cleaned the rifle they buried with him off during his stay. Sunny had dropped a bag full of old parts for him to use as thanks for the help dealing with Geckos and Powder Gangers.
Two weeks and he'd been given the all clear by Doc, slur now gone and no lasting effects appearing had granted him his freedom. Everyone was right, he'd never be able to hit the blackjack tables again now.
A knock at the door broke Six from his trance, a quick noise of acknowledgment and Sunny was strolling in, duffel bag over her shoulder.
"Didn't think we would send you out with nothing did ya?" she tossed the bag at Six who caught it "should be enough to get you to Novac"
"Thanks" Six followed her as they walked out, gave the doc a nod as he left.
"Try not to get shot in the head again"
"No promises"
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Novac was at least entertaining, the robot following him around like a puppy wasn't something he expected; he watched it roll past the motel window off to do whatever the hell a cowboy securitron did before looking back up at the stars.
"I don't need to see you to know you look like shit" the voice from the bed snapped him out of the semi-trance he had fallen into counting stars as they disappeared during the dawns first light through the dusty glass "did you sleep at all?"
Six ran a finger over the gnarled scar that ran from halfway up his scalp to his eyebrow deep brown hair still refusing to grow in around it, he could feel the remaining stitches here and there, waited for the awful sensation of them snapping to come and growing more and more annoyed when they held out.
He slept few and far between these days. When he did manage to get any kind of rest he'd be greeted by nightmares and the phantom pain of a bullet hitting him when he awoke. It had sent his current bed partner jumping for his rifle the first time he woke up screaming.
Manny for his credit was one of the few people who actually cared, they'd ended up in bed the first night and, despite his best efforts it turned into a quasi-living situation while he figured out what the hell he was going to do when he reached the strip. Unfortunately he was also the only one willing to call out his self-destructive tendencies.
"About three hours" Six pulled the remainder of his hair from the loose bun it was in, nights had been hot lately and his long hair was sticking to his skin. "more than last night at least"
"C'mere" Manny gave the bed a few pats before flopping back down "least keep me proper company, pass gossip like socialites on the strip….or body fluids like the others there"
"Don't you have a shift today?" Six crossed the small space and climbed into the bed, overhead fan spinning but doing little to cool the room "Boone already thinks I'm a liability, don't need your dick adding to that"
"Nah, got a new recruit whose getting put through her paces, ex ranger or something" Manny trailed a hand down his chest, stopping just above his hips "I get the next week off, you're staying right?"
Six had a tentative agreement with Boone that once a replacement was found he'd accompany him to the strip after he'd helped the other send a bullet straight through the head of Jeannine. He was also, although begrudgingly, actually joining them for meals. Six didn't need to ask why Manny was always pissed at Carla, nor what caused the slowly healing rift in their friendship, he saw the looks he'd sometimes send Boone; combination of ends of towns that hate each other and wanting to fuck her husband made for a terrible time.
"Not like I can go anywhere until Boone says he's sorted out the new recruits" he saw the wince on Manny's face, still a touchy subject regardless "so good news for you, I'll be at your beck and call for your vacation"
"Really?" Manny began to move, straddling his hips and sitting with arms crossed "so if I want you to stay right here and do nothing but be a good little toy?"
"Not gonna happen"
"It'll be fun, just think about it" he ground down on Six's hips, they were both naked, heat necessitating it and neither caring after the frankly obscene amount of sex they'd been having.
Six chalked it up to his near…actual? Death experience and Manny finally having someone who gave a shit about his pleasure around, he'd pulled out all his best tricks from his side job 'good practice at least' he'd thought as Manny dropped to his knees each night.
"Judging by that" Six ran his hand over the other's erection "you’re doing enough thinking for the both of us"
"Y'know, you still haven’t told me your name" Manny moved, now laying on top of the other, chin resting on crossed arms "I need something to yell other than six"
"Doesn't matter anymore" Six rubbed small circles into the others back absentmindedly "I left him in the grave"
He'd told Manny his life story one night as they sat in the small bathtub getting drunk in the gathered water to cool down; everything from working freelance in the brothels when the snow closed most delivery routes to taking higher and higher value runs that he'd blow on booze and chips before taking one that resulted in his temporary death. Likewise Manny had told him the cause of his departure from the Khans, his near constant failures to get Boone to notice he was trying to fuck him while they were deployed up to the less than tactful way he handled Carla being taken, saying it felt good to tell someone who wouldn't give a shit.
"It does, you're not just a Mojave Express number you know"
"Yeah I'm also one of the best fucks in Freeside…expensive one though" Manny let out a bark of laughter "You really want to know that badly?"
"Yup"
"Fine" Six huffed "It's Lazarus"
"You don't find that weird?" Manny gave another roll of their hips "that you dug yourself out of a grave?"
"I didn't dig myself up" Six grabbed his ass to keep friction exactly where he wanted it "that robot did"
"Point still stands"
Six gave a groan as Manny picked up speed, Manny's cock sliding over his clit as the bed began to squeak. They had a neighbor who never said anything but the looks they'd get the next morning confirmed their suspicions.
It didn't take long until they came, rutting against each other lazily until the over-stimulation became too much and Manny rolled off to wipe himself clean.
They'd left the week after, Manny sending him off with a kiss and grab of the ass telling him he'd better stop by from time to time. To his credit Boone actually said goodbye, a curt nod, handshake and a reminder to not fuck it up. Six looked back catching the glint of Manny's scope before they disappeared over the horizon.
Nipton was a nightmare, Boone took out damn near every Legion soldier that was there save the guy in a dog hat that liked to monologue about how terrible life's pleasures were. Six didn’t think he'd get the smell of burning bodies and sun-baked fluids out of his nose.
They'd made a diversion to the outpost, they had to deliver the Legions message anyway. Six managed to trade some light ant eradication for a few boxes of bullets and a new scope. They'd picked two new members up along their trip, Cass only came with them after they'd agreed to get her out of her contract with the caravan and Veronica just wanted to be anywhere except 188.
By the time they hit Freeside they were out of supplies, bullet casings rattling in their empty packs. Six had found an old hidey hole used by the rangers on their way down, he'd pulled a roughed up set of ranger gear off a skeleton, found a wide brim hat and sunglasses, added the sniper rifle to his back and said thanks to whoever the poor son of a bitch was. Cass said he looked like some ghost story the caravans would pass to each other avenging spirit of the Mojave or some shit. Six really only cared about settling one score and he was within pissing distance of the man.
Victor had followed him to the strip, told him the man of myth himself wanted to meet with him. He'd been given the presidential suite in the 38, told the others they could pick a room on the same floor or just bunk together in the rooms attached. The chip was exactly as fucked as he thought it was, some old world tech that he was now needing to get off the suit: Benny.
He'd asked around everywhere he could to figure out if Benny was dumb enough to be out in the open, Julie had patched him up after the Van Graffs gave him a few new holes for helping Cass off their asses and threw Arcade on him under the guise of getting out and doing the field research they needed. Six thought it was mostly because he had the bedside manner of a half dead cactus and was causing more problems being in the overrun compound than were being solved by having an extra medic.
Arcade was acidic in the same way he was, there was a genuine care for people as a whole just…not the individual should they poke and prod one too many times. They'd shared a bottle of whisky at the cocktail lounge in the 38 passing stories of people showing real promise and then not understanding boundaries or how to handle their less than soft personalities. The initial annoyance swapped for genuine friendship and a quick blow while they were drunk.
It took a month of odd jobs, dealing with the issues King's men were causing and trying to play nice with the NCR in his defaced ranger gear before one of the Kings, Jonesy he thinks is the guys name, caught his arm at the Gomorrah and whispered that Benny was due back at the Tops next week, isn't expecting him.
Six all but bolted to the 38 to get ready, told Boone they moved as soon as he walked into the joint.
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"You're a pain in the ass to track down" he stood a few feet away from the steps, hat low on his brow and hiding most of his features "better pray you can talk your way out of this one suits"
"And who the hell are you?"
Six lifted the brim of his hat, a feral grin splitting his face as he watched the other take a step back as he took another step forward.
"What in the goddamn?" Benny looked like he was ready to bolt "the hell are you doin' here?"
"Shoulda hit me twice you dumb motherfucker" Six stalked forward, crowd giving him a wide birth as Boone stood at the back enjoying the show.
Six thumped his first on the areas as he spoke "head and chest. Rookie mistake."
"Play it cool baby, smooth moves you hear"
"Why? Afraid I'm a ghost" Six grinned the way he did before beating the shit out of someone "or worse?"
"Tell you what, lets take this somewhere private like" Benny straightened his tie, trying to cover for his clear fear "not air our dirty laundry in public. I'll comp you the presidential suite and everything, meet you up there"
"Not a chance" Six stood face to face with him, bodyguards already trained on him "you and me, we go together. No hired guns"
Benny was running his options, between the ghost in front of him and the NCR beret this would go bad either way. At least a one on one gave him better odds.
"You got yourself a deal baby" Benny sighed "keep an eye on the soldier, drinks on me glasses"
Boone just stared at him with the blank face he gave most people.
Six took up behind Benny as they walked to the elevator, not letting him deviate an inch. He shot a look over a Boone who was sitting surrounded by the hired guns, bottle placed at his side. Got a nod back as the doors shut.
"I ain't gonna lie, this was a hell of a surp-"
Benny didn’t get a chance to finish before Six shoved him against the wall, twisting his arm behind his back and using his body weight to pin him, mouth next to Benny's ear as he spoke.
"Talk. Now"
"Baby you know how to make an impression y'know that?" Benny tried to move, Six pulled him back and shoved him into the wall again "shit, y'know most of the time people gotta pay for this don't they? Thought about taking ya for a spin each time I saw ya"
"Where's the chip" Six twisted his arm further and growled "no more games"
"The what now?"
Six shoved his head into the wall again, pressed harder against him until he heard him struggle for breath.
"Okay okay, point made" Benny wheezed "I'll tell ya"
"Where. Is. It"
"Sold it to the highest bidder, being kept nice and safe in some secret vault I'm sure"
"Bullshit"
"Why would I lie when you've got me like this"
"Because you're a snake"
"Pocket, left side" Benny nodded "there's a receipt and everything, feel free to give me a tug while you're down there"
The second Six let up pressure Benny moved, threw his shoulder back and managed to shake the other man off enough to turn around ending up face to face with the other.
"You do this to all the boys or just me?"
Six shoved his arm against Benny's neck, pinning him again as his other arm held a piece of paper up. He took his eyes off the other for a moment to look at the paper, saw it was blank, before a fist hit his kidney sending him backwards. Another jab to the ribs and he was on the floor with Benny standing over him.
"This suits you. Bein' under me" Fixed his tie as he looked down at the other "we could get each other rung out in no time"
"Second mistake"
"Wh-"
Six kicked up, boot landing square against Benny's crotch. Sending him to the floor as well. He bolted over and pined him again. Arms trapped by his knees and body weight on his chest as he delivered a couple punches for good measure.
"Now that’s a sight" Benny spat blood and bucked his hips into Six's ass "could get used to you being there"
"Shut up" Six grabbed a handful of hair and pulled, forcing his head back, switchblade against the skin and droplets of blood beading on the blade "no more of your shit Benny."
"You sure you don't wanna just go take a tumble in the sack? You won't want anyone else once we're done baby" Another buck and Six could feel himself getting wet against the heaving chest under him. If he scooted up just a little he could shove his clit into that lying mouth…maybe take him back to the 38 and test out the strap on he'd found.
He snapped mentally at his cunt for thinking about it. He'd have to visit the Gomorrah after this, his favorite leather clad boys should be on shift today and he wasn't planning on leaving until he couldn't cum anymore, he'd traded a bunch of Legion money for chips and he still had winnings to cash out while he was there…..
Six growled as he lent closer, teeth ready to bite.
"Damn, bet you'd be a handful too" Benny licked his lips, staring at Six's crotch that was just out of reach of his mouth "if only we had the time, bet you'd break a few of my bones too huh?"
Six felt something hit the back of his skull before Benny tossed him off, bodyguard standing over him with a shotgun pointed at his face.
"Normally I'd kill ya, but this was fun baby" Benny fixed his suit and dusted himself off, tried to discreetly move his hard cock into a less obvious position "I'll let you try and find me, maybe think over my offer. We could have some real fun you and me, put down a tarp and everything"
Six watched as the butt of the gun rapidly came closer before everything went black with the realisation that Benny might have a piss kink.
"You let him go in alone?"
"He said he wanted to"
"Boone, you know what he gets into when left alone"
"Whatever, can you patch him up or not?"
"You're lucky I know he doesn't care about bedside manor"
Six groaned as he felt a Stimpack stab into him, spat blood and a tooth onto the floor as he opened his eyes to see Arcade rubbing his temple and Boone downing a beer.
"So how'd the date go?" Arcade deadpanned as he reset Six's nose "I know you like it rough but there is a limit"
"Ha ha very funny" Six stood, spitting more blood onto the floor "I know where the chip is but you ain't gonna like it"
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Six blocked one of his nostrils and blew the blood clot from the other painting the rock in blood, water and whatever else got into his nose when the Legionaries tackled him into the dirt.
He had three cracked ribs, two broken fingers, a badly bruised collarbone, several lacerations and two bullet wounds according to Arcade's preliminary inspection.
"I got most of em" Six grimaced as his finger was reset and strapped to a splint "I took the main guard out as Benny bolted-"
"You LET HIM GO?!" Arcade threw his hands in the air exasperated at the other "and you did so in such a way as to turn the ENTIRE Legion against you? IN FRONT OF CAESAR?"
"I tried to be discreet" Six winced as another finger was reset and splinted "told him to show up at the Gomorrah"
"Why? You drag me halfway across the Mojave then leave me here and travel ALONE to The Fort, only to come SWIMMING back hours later"
"Because I'm the only one who gets to kill him. Not Caesar, not House, not even god" another wince as Arcade all but shanked him with a Stimpack "me."
"You'd save us a lot of medical supplies if you just screwed him you know"
"What are you talking about?*
"Oh please, you're two seconds away from jumping each other"
Six glared in his way that sent most people shrinking back, apologies or excuses tumbling from retreating mouths. To bad for him that Arcade had tended to mean drunks and even meaner addicts going through severe withdrawal, the glare did nothing once you'd been stabbed with a broken off bed spring.
"Boone told me about your show in The Tops you know, something straight out of a holotape" Arcade pulled the bandages tighter than needed, not enough to cut blood off but definitely enough that Six knew he was fucked "and now this? You're chasing a man you want to be in...or on, whichever"
"Like you can talk" Six spat, if he was being read like a book he'd at least be petulant about it "too old for crushes ain't ya?"
"Boone and myself have sorted that issue out I'll have you know, we talk, like adults"
Arcade stood, dusting himself off and packing away his medical supplies save for one bottle. Six had many fears, but the sting of whatever made the Followers antiseptic burn like fire while sending numbness over the skin was in the top three. He had an excuse on his lips before a shot rang over their heads and the thud of a body made them turn.
"Legion Scout" Arcade spat before grabbing everything and pointing to an outcropping on the horizon "move, only one person can land a shot from that distance. I suggest we take the offered cover and leave"
Six swore under his breath, he purposely waited for a day he knew Boone would be busy with whatever NCR business he'd signed up for at the embassy to avoid the hell that was about to break loose. Never try to hide from someone who could take your nose off from a thousand yards he mused.
Arcade for all his failings with physical exercise knew how to climb from point a to point b. Being sent to find documents or supplies in half destroyed buildings made one very good at navigating rough terrain. Boone didn't move from his scope as Six pulled him up, shots ringing out as the group of soldiers sent after them dropped one by one, bullets landing in knees before a second shot took the elbow out, the poor bastards could try and crawl back but the blood loss would get them before they'd reach the water. It was purposefully cruel and in Arcade's opinion wholly earned.
"You mind telling me why you decided to waltz into Legion territory?" Boone spared a glance but didn't lower his rifle, shiny new night scope attached "ten seconds or I start breaking bones"
"Six here went after Benny, and decided that he'd rather turn the ENTIRE fort on him instead of letting the bastard get his timely death"
Six had the distinct impression that if he could remember his childhood that the men in front of him would be doing an excellent recreation of his parents chastising him over bad behavior. The antiseptic dropped to number four on his fear list, Boone and Arcade being this mad was now number three.
"For god's sake" Boone smashed his rifle butt against the dirt "pick and choose Six"
"He's right you know, we'd be in collars by now if it weren't for him" Arcade rubbed his temples and attempted to hide that he was checking the sniper over for any visible injury.
"How'd you even know where we were?"
"Cass. She was three bottles deep at the Wrangler and tossing curses your way for not letting her take some shots at the Fort. Tossed a couple caps to Beatrix to go calm her down before she decided to do some hunting" Boone went back to scanning the area "looks like we're clear for now"
"There's an old safe house just north of here" Arcade double checked the bandages for blood before allowing the other man to stand "we use it as a stop in for expeditions out this way, should be clear"
"Lead on doc" Six huffed "I doubt you'll let me off this easy"
"When we get back to the 38 you're explaining to everyone why we need to now be on high alert. I'll have to send word to Julie, they might try to target the camp"
The three walked in silence, Six and Boone on lookout as Arcade led them to a opening in the cliff. If you didn't know there was a shelter there it'd look like any small fissure in the natural surrounds. Arcade pulled a hand crank torch from his pack, whirring noises filled the small space as the passage illuminated in front of them, camouflaged door just visible at the end of the short cavern.
"Followers don't mess around do they" Six let out a whistle, earning himself shushes from the two.
"We like our spaces for employee use only out here, supplies are rationed so the less likely a theft the better"
Arcade punched in the code on the mechanical lock and with a soft click the door was pushed open, light filling the space as a bulb hanging from the roof turned on.
Inside was quite nice, two beds sat either side of the door, table and chairs in one corner and a pot belly stove in the other, pipe being fed into the cavern behind them to avoid visible plumes from the outside. There was a small box with medical supplies and an assortment of tin food on the shelf.
"whatever food you take make a note, I'll request a restock next time I'm back in Freeside" Arcade tapped the clipboard hanging from the shelf, various handwritten notes of what was taken and when already decorated the page. "we'll need to do a stock take before we leave, to make sure the count is still correct"
"Why? If you're restocking it who cares" Six kicked off his boots and began stripping his soggy clothing "got any underwear stashed?"
"Footlocker under the bed, there's clothing in it" Arcade said "and to answer your question it's so we know if this spot has been compromised, we're usually two to a team, three if we get lucky, hired help is out of our budget. If someone knows this is here it makes stopping to rest rather dangerous"
Boone had taken to lighting the stove, a quick shove of the sweep to clear any blockages and the wood was lit, filling the cold room with warmth. Being built into a cave left little chances of external heat, and with winter fast approaching the already cold nights had plummeted into near negatives. Six had asked House once of it was always this cold at night and had been told that no, the war had changed the climate somewhat making snow more common than it ever was.
"Looks like no one's been through here since the last expedition" Six put the clipboard back on the shelf and tossed tins of Cram and Instamash onto the bed next to the stove "should be safe"
"Once we've eaten I'll clean your wounds again, you'll need to hang your clothes up to dry, there's a cable on the wall that hooks into here" Arcade pointed at a screw jutting out above the stove "it's angled in such a way as to catch radiant heat"
"You're on first watch" Boone threw a bottle of water at Six followed by his duster and hat "least you can do after this shit"
"Y'know I'd expected you to be on my side"
"Not when you go in there alone" Boone crossed his arms and leveled a glare at him "idiot"
"Yeah yeah whatever" Six took the offered binoculars and rifle before slamming the door to take watch at the entrance.
Arcade flopped down on the mattress with a long suffering sigh, kicking boots off and throwing an arm over his eyes.
"Do you feel like we're his parents sometimes?"
Boone let out a huff as he dug around in the crate to locate a pan.
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Six shoved the door to the suite open and looked around, gaudy barely washed Gomorrah decorations filled the space. He took a step inside and shut it, lock clicking as the room was plunged into candle lit ambiance. A shuffle and Six threw a bottle at the chair connecting with the stealth boy and short circuiting it.
He hit the switch, lights clicking on and bathing them both in tinted oranges and reds.
"You're real bad at this ya know" Six loomed over the now visible Benny "try not to move when someone's actively looking for you"
"Baby you sure know how to make someone feel special" Benny made a move to stand as Six's boot hit squarely against his chest sending the chair backwards, landing on the ground with a thud, fall cushioned by the pillows.
Six pinned him to the ground, sitting on his chest and trapping his arms under knees, still stuck in the upturned chair.
"Know how to make a mans day too" Benny raked his eyes up Six's body "dressed down?"
"Don't know when to shut up either" Six growled, he'd opted for a tank top, the same tight fitting pants he got from Doc Mitchell and his boots. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't a purposeful choice "after getting you out of that fucking fort you owe me."
Benny faltered for a moment before yanking his arm out and pulling the other down by the shirt. It was more teeth than lips as Six bit hard enough to draw blood. He felt Benny's other hand work its way out and unbutton his pants.
"Hold it" Six pulled back "you want me?"
"Since you threw me against that wall baby"
"Loyalty" Six grabbed his throat, squeezing slightly "yours. Now. No more bullshit, try to kill me again and I'll disembowel you"
"Till I die baby" Benny purred "I'm all yours"
"Good boy" Six choked him properly until he felt a bulge against his ass, waited until there was a flash of fear in the others eyes before shoving him against the floor again and releasing his grip "up"
Six stood and Benny followed as if there was an invisible leash, climbing over the chair and hands sliding up Six's thighs, face pressed into his crotch mouthing over him.
"Show me what you can do"
Benny moved like he was trying to commit the process to memory, hands moving over Six and slowly undoing his pants. Road worn denim peeling away with underwear following just low enough to give the other access.
Benny locked eyes with Six as he kissed his way over the other's hips before sucking his clit into his mouth, tongue lapping over the hardening nub before going back to licking as deep as he could with pants still in the way. Benny ate him out like his life depended on it, he thought for a moment that if he didn’t pull his best tricks out it might.
Six grabbed his head, hands buried in hair as Benny worked him over, felt wetness soaking his pants as fingers inched closer to him.
"Ass only" Six pulled the other away "don’t like anything in there"
"Gotcha, now these need to be off" Benny pushed him towards the bed, waited until Six sat on the edge before following.
Six kicked his boots off, they both froze as one landed on the table and smashed whatever unfortunate bottles were there.
"Those made of metal or something?" Benny grabbed handfuls of Six's jeans and underwear yanking them off, Six sliding further towards the edge with the force.
"Welded metal caps to them" Six let out a hiss as his legs were opened and Benny stared, eyes glued to his slit "what never seen a mans cunt before?"
"Best one I've seen"
Six let out a moan as Benny spread him open to eat him out properly, tongue circling his hole but not dipping in, heading his warning. He hooked his legs over Benny's shoulders, arched his hips to get contact exactly where he wanted it and felt the other flatten his tongue so he could rut against it. Six grabbed his head as he fucked his face, slick noises filling the room with Benny's hums and his groans.
"Fucking shit if you don't want me soaking you get off now" Six looked down at him as he picked up pace.
The only answer he got was Benny picking up speed and burring his face deeper between Six's thighs. Six let out a moan as his muscles locked up and Benny pulled back as cum and piss hit him.
"Holy shit baby you sure are somethin" Benny sat back watching Six's pussy clench and clit throb "lets see how many times I can get you to do that 16 karat trick"
Six lifted himself onto his elbows, raking eyes over the other as he threw clothing off as quickly as possible deciding that the shirt could wait longer than he could, followed every move his cock made as it was freed. He flipped over onto his hands and knees, head at the foot of the bed beckoning Benny over.
"Come here"
A few quick steps and Six had his prize in front of him, reached a hand up to cup Benny's balls as he spat on his cock before running his tongue over the head earning a groan from the other.
"Listen carefully" a nip to the shaft "you're going to fuck my face proper, not gentle, not careful. Only stop when I hit your thigh. Do you understand?"
Benny let out another groan that turned into a yelp as Six squeezed his balls.
"Answer me. Do you understand?"
"Yes. Fuck yes. You hit me I stop" Benny gasped as Six gave him another nip "proper like"
"Good boy" Six knelled on the bed, opened his mouth and looked expectantly.
He barely had time to suck in a breath before Benny grabbed his head and buried his cock as far as it would go, heard the other let out a string of curses as his throat tightened around his cock before he pulled out and slammed back in. To Benny's credit he did exactly as instructed, most people were too nice when Six told them exactly what he wanted, afraid to hurt him despite the fact that was what got him off. Not Benny, he had a fist in Six's hair and one around his jaw yanking him down as he thrust harder and faster.
Six hit his thigh hard enough to bruise and the other pulled out, string of spit and precum bridging from the tip of his cock to Six's swollen lips.
"Don’t want you blowing your load too fast" Six's voice was shot already, and if he got his way there wouldn't be any left tomorrow "get me ready, we're not done until I can’t walk"
Benny growled as he man handled Six, shoving his face into the mattress and pulling his ass up, if Benny ate his pussy like a man fearing retribution he ate his ass like one who was starved. Six moaned and gripped the sheets as Benny rubbed his clit in time, he was wet enough to fill Hoover Dam and he hadn't even gotten the other in him yet.
Benny gave him one last lick before he pulled off and the lube hit him, let out another moan at the temperature difference, Benny traced a finger around his hole dipping in slightly as he continued to play with Six's pussy.
"C'mon Benny" Six pushed his hips back trying to get the finger in him properly "FUCK"
Six yelled as Benny shoved two fingers in and spread them, faint burn sending a jolt of pleasure down his spine. Benny held him down and he fingered him properly clit forgotten as he pumped fingers in and out of his ass, twisting and spreading as he went, he slipped a third finger in and picked up pace. When Benny quickly pulled his fingers out and slapped his pussy Six buried his face into the sheets as he lifted his hips up, squirt soaking the carpet and part of the sheets.
Six felt Benny run his cock over his pussy and ground down on it, the last of his squirt and more slick coating it as Benny came, cum hitting Six's stomach as he thrust against the other. Six was about to chastise him for not even putting it in him before Benny cut him off.
"Don’t worry baby, I've still got plenty in me" Benny spread his cheeks and rubbed the tip over Six's hole "fill you up like you want"
Six swore as Benny pushed in, pulled his hips backwards to bottom out. Any worry the other would wait to move was immediately quelled as Benny pulled out and slammed back in, keeping Six's face pinned to the mattress and he fucked him. Another loud curse as Benny slipped fingers in alongside his cock, curling and scissoring them as he went. He felt the other still and cock pulse in him as Benny came.
Benny pulled him up and flipped him without pulling out so that they were face to face. Six closed the gap and moaned into the others mouth as Benny picked him up. Six wasn't a small man but he was lithe, wiry muscle and thin limbs made for easy lifting. His back hit the door as Benny started fucking him again, quick thrusts with no real timing as he rode out the last of his orgasm.
"Want them to hear me?" Six moaned as he was pushed harder against the wood, legs hooked around Benny's hips and clit rubbing against skin and hair as he rolled his hips "let everyone know how good you are?"
"Gonna make sure the whole strip hears you baby" Benny growled as he pulled out and dropped Six's legs "only I got what it takes to get you off like you deserve"
Six barely caught himself before Benny dropped to his knees, fingering his ass fast as he sucked his clit, cum and lube running down Benny's arm as he picked up pace. Benny ran teeth over him as he shoved another finger in sending Six over again, yelling out as he came on Benny's face, overflow dripping down his chin onto the floor. Six rode his face as he came down, tongue cleaning their mess off wherever it could reach.
"Feet and piss huh?" Six still had a voice, gravel rough and dropping out but still audible.
"Baby that’s only the beginning, I know you got one more for me" Benny threw Six over his shoulder before tossing him onto the mattress "think I've been good enough for it?"
"Make it good or don't bother" Six spread his legs as Benny climbed over him.
Benny bit down on his neck hard enough to break skin and sucked a bruise, lips not detaching as he pushed back into Six, he was half hard and not going to let it go to waste. He fucked him hard and fast, bed hitting the wall and threatening to knock a hole in it. Six yelled as he clenched, pussy throbbing as he came soaking the sheets under him.
He felt Benny drop to the mattress next to him, shirt barely buttoned and looking as wrecked as Six was.
"Goddamn baby, we're doing that again right?"
"Gimmie a week and I'll break your hips riding ya" Six hoped there was a spare set of sheets here "'course I also got a strap on with your name on it, tie you up and milk you dry"
Benny let out a breathless curse as he tossed an arm over Six's stomach and he froze, what the hell was he going to do now? He had Benny right next to him, loyalty sworn like he believed the other wouldn’t turn on him like he'd done before…maybe saving his ass from a prolonged death changes a man…if he can keep Benny on his leash it just got a lot easier to boot House, NCR and Legion from the Mojave.
"I can hear that brain goin from here baby" Benny looked over at Six who was staring at the roof "what're you planin?"
Six sat up and turned to face the other man, watching his him for any tells as they repositioned.
"You weren't bullshitting me when you said I got your loyalty right?" Six steeled a look that made it clear his honesty was the make or break if he got to walk out of here "if you said it to get laid tell me and I won't cut your tongue out"
"I have a feeling if you thought I was lying back there my dick wouldn't be attached to me right now"
"True" Six crossed his arms deciding if he was willing to take a gamble on this or not, something told him Benny would wind up at his heels either way "I've been makin' plans"
"Clue me in baby, what's that pretty head been scheming?" Benny lent against the headboard and lit a smoke "sure as hell won't be quiet will it?"
"I'm freeing the Mojave"
"Hold the phone baby, I musta really shot your brains out" Benny stared at him in disbelief "you gunnin' down every fiend in your way is one thing but that thinkin'll get you killed"
"Call in your boys to go deliver messages, we need the heads in one room to plan the strip side of things" Six shot him another look that killed whatever argument he had "we get a council set up, include the King and Julie and run this place proper. No gods no masters"
"Ease of the gas for a moment baby, you can get the strip to play nice but two armies and the old man upstairs are a different beast"
"I owe a bullet to that old fuck in the sports gear, Boone and Cass will mow down as many Legion as they get given and I've been speaking with your little pet project"
"Yes Man?" Benny was running numbers in his head "we're gonna off House?"
"Once House is gone we upload him to the 38 and he can work out how to drive the NCR out, my guess is when the dam gets hit it'll be time to take both out at once" Six sighed "I'll have to keep playing nice with the NCR until I can get a look at the dam"
"Well baby lets get to work, games have winners and losers. I prefer the former, how about you?"
Six moved to sit in his lap, looped arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, slightly less teeth but he never kissed gentle at the best of times. He expected Benny to try and go another round, was thrown when he just held him closer and kissed back. He was oddly calm about this turning into something other than fucking Benny to keep him docile, they had a plan, a real shot at this together. Unfortunately for Benny Six like the sound of them together, the other wouldn't be able to shake him now.