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After refusing his hand up, a stubborn gesture seeing as how she brought even more pain firing through her nerves, Ari picked up her gun and headed mutely back to Underworld. Much to her chagrin and disappointment, Charon followed.

Pointed glares did little to dissuade him. Though Willow did give the most amused smirk at the little spectacle.

-o-o-o-

"Tell me you can get rid of this for me." Ari said beseechingly to the one ghoul she had warmed up to, her thumb jerking back towards the silent ghoul leaning next to Carol's doorway.

After her initial shock at the dangerous body guard's presence, Carol could only say, "I... can't. I'm sorry girly."

Carol's eyes strayed to the girl's bloodied, and dangling arm, "Shouldn't you get that looked at, Ariadne?"

"Later." Ari replied, ignoring the grunt of amusement behind her as she held up a piece of paper, "I'm assuming it has something to do with THIS."

"Oh my," Carol gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth, "You have his contract?"

"This is his?" Ari said with the beginnings of excitement, feeling progress was being made. She turned to address the ghoul himself, "This is yours?"

Charon merely nodded, face grim and unreadable. Though she almost detected a slight tightening of the arms crossed over his chest.

The Lone Wanderer turned back towards the older lady.

"Here, then." Ari tried to hand the contract to the white-dressed ghoul, but she shrunk back. The human blinked trying again, "Take it, I know you could use a body guard."

Greta stepped up from beside her, as Carol shook her head mutely, "We're fine without it, smoothskin."

"Well I can't- is there anyone else in Underworld that would take it?" Ari asked, not put off at all by Greta's attitude.

"Unlike some smoothskins and ghouls, the majority of us here don't agree with enslavement." Greta stated harshly, with a bitter laugh.

"I don't-" Ari started to say, exasperrated, "It was purely by accident and I-"

"Did you kill Azhrukhal?" The question took the Lone Wanderer by surprise.

Her steel gray eyes flickered to the stone faced Charon before turning back to Greta, "No."

"Then you bought it."

"No." Ari repeated, more harshly.

"Only blood or caps seals the contract, smoothskin." Greta said matter-of-factly.

"Azhrukhal did... die." Ari said, voice faltering.

"I see..." Greta trailed off slowly, exchanging a glance with her partner.

Seeing she wouldn't get much help here, Ari turned to the problem ghoul himself, shoving the parchment at him, "You take it then."

He didn't even budge.

He just gave her a look that asked just how dumb she could possibly be.

"Don't you wanna be free? Take it." Ari pushed the contract more towards the silent ghoul.

"It doesn't work like that." He finally grunted.

"Well," Ari frowned, huffing as she looked away, "why don't we just destroy it then-"

The Lone Wanderer cried out in surprise as she was suddenly turned and pinned to the wall, stone and marble pressing into her back as the wall of ghoul muscle trapped her front, "Then I'll just kill you."

Ariadne growled in a whisper, tired of his threats, "Like you won't do that once the contract changes hands? Like with Azhrukhal?"

"That rat bastard was an... evil man." The anger was evident in the ghoul's trembling voice.

"Well, I... am not a *good* person." Ari grunted, good arm pinned to the side, Charon's grip like a vice over her wrist.

Charon drew close enough for his breath to curl intimately against her neck, his head lowered to compensate for his frightening build, "Well... neither am I."

He jerked her by her good arm, dislocated shoulder suddenly against the wall. Then Charon simply shoved.

A different kind of howl escaped the Wanderer's lips, nerves scraping and sockets popping back into place. Her newly reconnected arm tingled, but that didn't stop her from swinging it in pure anger and adrenaline. Charon could've stopped it. Could've moved.

Which is why Ari was surprised when her fist connected soundly with his jaw. To her credit, his head whipped to the side and he faltered back a step.

To his, he didn't flinch or make a sound.

"Feel better?" He growled, wiping the small trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.

Pushing herself from the wall, eyes narrowed in pain and anger, she muttered, "Not until I have you out of my hair."

"Please. Feel free to try." Charon grumbled, following as she departed through the door. The din of the Underworld's main communal area filtered back in their senses before they even stepped through. Though the immediate chatter stopped as the ghouls took in the sight of the smoothskin and the ghoul everyone took pains to avoid.

Charon felt his irritation surge forth, brow ticking. He did NOT like being stared at. Before he could snap, the little smoothskin snarled for him, "What?"

At which point everyone found something else to mutter and stare at.

Huffing, Ari marched her way over to the Chop Shop.

"I fixed your arm." Charon grunted as they neared the doors, taking note of where they were heading.

Ari arched her brow at the other, stating sarcastically, "And that does wonders to my ribs and bleeding gashes."

"I can fix those too." He rumbled, stopping in front of her.

"Oh no," Ari shook her head, hands raised, "I've seen your bedside manner. And frankly, it sucks."

"It is my job to-" Charon started to say.

"I don't know how it went with your former employers," Ari growled, stepping up to the taller ghoul, finger in his face, "but I do not NEED you to cater to me. I especially do not want you touching me."

Instead of anger, his own brow cocked up.

Oh for the love of-

Ari fought the heat that threatened to redden her face, she was not some naive young virgin to-

-okay, she WAS young-

-but she was not some naive virgin to blush at every-

Ari realized she hadn't said anything for a while. And Charon was looking at her very pointedly.

"Medically." She bit out, stepping around the other, "I do NOT want -I mean need- you touching me medically."

At his deep chuckle, she added vehemently over her shoulder, "Or for ANY other reason!"

He chuckled again.

He was amused until he realized her hand was on the handle. Arm shooting out, palm pressed against the door itself, Charon effectively shut entrance to the Chop Shop, growling in all seriousness, "I protect you. I fix you. ME. It's all in the contract."

"I didn't ask for your contract." Ari muttered, tugging uselessly on the door.

Fuck he was strong.

"Tough." Charon bit out, leaning closer, "Deal with it."

Her eyes narrowed.

Like hell she would.

Jabbing at the pressure point near his inner elbow, Ari grinned when the arm was forced to bend. Looks like reading those books did pay off. Slipping under his arm, she pulled the door open a fraction and squeezed through.

"See you in a bit." She said quickly, before the door shut and she locked it from the inside.

He heard the latch and bolt slide home, grimacing in irritation. He didn't even bother shaking it, knowing from experience just how well it held up against resistance.

Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms to wait. He knew there were no exits where she went.

But this would be the last time she got away with something like this.

-o-o-o-

Ari backed away from the door slowly. She had been expecting some sort of retaliation, but when there was none, she turned and gave a small chuckle to the resident doctor and nurse of the Underworld.

If she had seen someone running into a room, locking it as they stared at the door, then slowly backed away from said door, she would be giving them strange looks as well.

-o-o-o-

Ari cursed. There were no exits. She had known earlier, but unless she fancied a tango with the glowing ones in the observatory, there was really no other option.

Getting slowly irradiated was probably not the best way to leave the world, anyway.

What irked her the most was that she knew... she just knew... that Charon had known there was no escape for her in the Chop Shop.

Freshly bandaged, she unlocked the double doors, stepping cautiously out into main hall of Underworld. The fires from the drums and torches cast an ominous glow off patterned marble, every shadow becoming the possible ghoul she had become the unwilling employer of. She held her breath, taking another step.

A quick stride echoed in the hall, a hand suddenly gripping the elbow of her good arm.

She couldn't help the jolt that ran through her system at his touch, but she did stifle the gasp of surprise by biting her lip. She was just turning her head to glare at him when she felt, then saw him, gently lifting her bandaged arm.

Before she could demand what he was doing, he released both arms, catching her off guard by just how carefully he did it, as though thinking she would break. He grunted begrudgingly, "Good work. A little sloppy, but good nonetheless."

Shaking away her surprise, she shouldered her pack and continued walking, "What? Never been fixed up at the Chop Shop before?"

He fell easily into step beside her, his longer gait easily shortening to match her forcibly relaxed strides. He sensed her tense at this, and couldn't help the smirk that arose. For the last century he had fallen from the bad choices that had landed him with a contract in the rat bastard paws of Azhrukhal. He had done the evil man's bidding for so long he had forgotten what it was like just to grin.

The man had a personality of a radroach, and such a sleazy way with the ladies that any who even made it this far in the wastes were quickly driven away by his... 'charm'.

"Never had to." He said in answer, looking off to the side in thought, "Did it myself."

"Huh..." Ari trailed off.

So the bastard wasn't immortal after all.

Almost as though he sensed her train of thought, Charon continued.

"Of course, reattaching my own arm once was fuckin' difficult. Thought I damaged it beating the guy who sliced it off in the first place. But my arm was fine. Too bad about his face, though. Never knew teeth could poke out someone's eye like that." Charon reminisced, slightly grinning as though it was a fond memory. Ari, on the other hand, cringed as each detail was exposed. Almost as a side note, Charon tossed in breezily, "Did I forget to mention violence on your part null and voids the contract?"

"I... I already hit you at Carol's."

"That was excusable."

"So who decides what's excusable and what's not?"

"Me."

"Care the share?"

"Not even a little, no."

Ariadne was glancing longingly towards the exit. But she felt as though the best place to get rid of Charon was here. Before he knew where her favorite hangouts and routes were.

"Did I mention I was an excellent tracker?" Charon tossed in out of nowhere, his tone once again offhand as though merely commenting on the weather, "Even before the Ninth Circle gig I excelled at it. Not to mention my interrogation skills are unmatched, if a little messy."

"I... see." Ariadne fought the crestfallen look that threatened to take over. Perhaps she had the edge on him, still. He couldn't possibly know where she lived. He has just met her.

"Shall we traverse to your favorite room in Rivet City? Or the nice shack you own in Megaton?"

Ari rounded on him with a hard look, disbelief making her tremble slightly, "How did you-"

"Coating of red dust under your nails, over your clothes, in your pores, screams where you reside. Rust and iron on your boots from continued tread in a certain bucket of bolts carrier, hinted at the other. Besides, you smoothskins are easy. Always grouping in packs, no matter how much traveling you do." Charon said smugly, arms crossing over his chest.

He enjoyed the slight floundering in the woman's normally contained composure, before she closed her parted lips, a picture of control once more.

"I see." She said shortly, hiding the whirlwind of emotions behind her steel gray eyes. Her jaw was set, as she realized just how tough shaking the ghoul body guard was going to be. She turned to stride away, heading towards the exit in humbled defeat.

For now.

With a smirk, Charon followed.

It had been a long time since he had worked for such an... interesting client.

-o-o-o-

The idea struck her just as they were walking down the deserted highway. She whooped so loud and suddenly, that Charon was beside her in a split second, shotgun unholstered and ready in his sights.

When he realized there was no danger, he slowly lowered his weapon, giving her a scowling glare.

What the fuck, smoothskin?

He definitely did not like the mischievous gleam to her eye, as though she had just discovered how to kill a Deathclaw with her gaze alone. Or maybe just Charon.

"I just figured out how to get rid of you." She grinned, positively beaming.

"Really?" Charon grunted, brow cocked.

This had to be good.

"I... will simply find you a new employer." Ari said, smug.

Silence.

The Vault Kid turned to the side, eyes briefly snagged by the ghoul's burning blue eyes. Then Charon turned, releasing her just as quickly.

"If that is what you wish." He grumbled nonchalantly, staring off in the distance. But his tone gave it away, sounding like he was speaking through shards of glass, broad shoulders set so stiff she thought he might explode at any moment. He startled her as he suddenly stalked off, "Excuse me for a moment."

She could only stare as he headed off into the dead brush, shotgun in hand. Moments later a blast rocketed through the air, making her jump at its suddenness in the still air. A pained squeal of a radscorpion echoed in the night. Thinking nothing of it, she started walking towards the direction of Megaton, lifting her pipboy to double-check.

BOOM.

She jerked back, hearing that same scorpion cry out once more. Her finger slipped on the pipboy latch, eyes searching the darkness.

Jesus.

Three more shots rang out, each pained squeal more excruciating than the last.

Flipping the device open, she hastily checked her location and started walking. She didn't want to think of what Charon had possibly done to make the mutated insect scream like it did. All she knew was she wanted to be as far from whatever grisly concoction her 'bodyguard' was painting up.

She had been on her quickened pace for almost an hour before the familiar, silent tread resumed at her side.

She nearly jumped at his sudden arrival, nervousness clawing its way up her back.

She didn't know what to make of him.

He was the picture of calm, controlled precision. From the short time she knew him, she could glean exactly what he was good at. Killing.

And from the look on his face, he fucking enjoyed it.

Hell, miss 101 enjoyed some blood now and then, but she made it with stealth, grace, and ease. If killing was taught in class like in the vaults, Charon would be the one kicking down the door and bludgeoning the teacher with his own book. Straightforward. Crude. Brutal.

But very much effective.

The uncontrollable rage he flipped like a switch, would be a problem, though.

Not that it mattered.

It wasn't like Ari was planning on keeping him. She made it this far on her own. She'd be damned before she'd let the ghoul tag along like some slave. She hadn't wanted the contract. Hadn't wanted him.

Now, for the moment, it seemed she was stuck with both.

With an irritated sigh, she quickened her step. As if she could outpace her problems. In a way, the quicker she found another employer for him, the sooner she could get him off her back.

Charon just eyed her slender form with some amusement, before falling easily into her gait, no more than a few paces behind her own.

-o-o-o-

He watched her across the dancing flames of their sad campfire. She had almost looked surprised when he had gathered the necessary bits of trash and kindling when they stopped. It looked as though her plan had been to gather it all herself, but Charon was always two steps ahead. Though for the Vault Kid, he graced her with at least five. She was a wily one, after all. Throughout the day, she had attempted several times to give him the slip.

Only for Charon to show her up every time.

He grinned at the memory of her distress, finding him lounging against the exit, after she had traversed the underground sewers in hours instead of the mere 30 minutes necessary, in an attempt to elude him.

Or when they had taken a bunch of raiders by surprise, she had surprisingly held her own against more than half of them, taking them down with precision shots with her plasma rifle in seconds.

When three were left, the ones currently fighting the ghoul, Charon had quickly dispatched them before immediately sprinting after her, knowing before looking around that she had run. He merely gave an amused snort as she cursed him to hell and back, when he found her moments later, about to disappear into the nearby canyons.

The look on her face when he leapt a whole fifteen feet from an upper ledge, to land right in front of her path...

...priceless.

Something even more amusing, however, was her brief moments of baffled silence. It was just in the small things Charon would do. Such as carving out the valuable poison gland in mutant carcasses, tossing the next clip of microfusion cells before she needed to reload, or even simply making the campfire.

It was as though she had never had assistance before. Or at least never expected it.

From anyone.

Charon eyed her.

Shit, and he thought his life was fucked up. The centuries of radiation and mutation may have led up to the very ghoul he was today, but his prewar life still held treasured memories. Memories of loving, caring people. As much as his blood-soaked brain tried to forget them, they were there, taunting him. Though... the faces were no longer clear, just smudges in the stretched history of his life. Not that it fucking mattered. What use were warm and fuzzy memories in a land that threatened to eat away every last bit of your humanity? All in the name of survival.

Speaking of which, how had a slender young thing survived out here in the Wastes? And alone to boot?

There was nothing special, so far as he could see. His gaze raked over her form, trying to discern if there was some secret he had yet to figure out. It had only been one day, yet traveling together felt as though an eternity had passed between them. So much time and yet so little. Fighting to live when the environment -and all its dangers- called for your blood has that kind of effect.

She was hard on the outside, but very soft on the inside. He could just tell.

He couldn't understand why she was so displeased with owning his contract. Was it because he was a ghoul? Anger rose, then faded within him. She never shrunk back from the ghoulified faces in Underworld, never flinched. He knew because he had been watching. The barest shift of a muscle, a look, is all he needed to know if she wanted to attack, fall back, or flat out flee. And in watching for that, he realized just how comfortable she was around his kind.

What a strange smoothskin.

He found his eyes traversing her body for more reasons than just to discover how she ticked, however, when they paused on the generous swell of her chest. He felt a slight stirring in his loins that hadn't heated up for a little over a century. There wasn't much of that supple skin showing beneath her armor, so his gaze rose to the unprotected curve of her throat. His mouth watered with a sudden urge to bite. It wouldn't be ruined skin of previous ghoul fucks, but the silky, tempting flesh of a smoothskin. Of her.

His eyes suddenly dropped to the juncture of her thighs. His eyes pausing at the supple curve of her slender waist and hips, imagining gripping it with bruising force, as he impaled her with his own meat. Right where his eyes finally settled. He felt himself twitch, imagining the heat of it. The hard thrusts.

Would she be willing? Or would he have to hold her down?

At the feral smirk that started to form on his lips, Charon started.

What the fuck was he thinking?

She was a smoothskin. He was a ghoul. Not to mention she was his employer.

Forcing the beginnings of lust down, he raised his eyes in bitter resignation, bringing them past her feminine curves to those steel eyes. Only to have the heat skyrocket once more. She was staring at him. Or rather, as he traced her deep gaze, a certain part of his anatomy. The part that sorely wanted to bury itself deep within her wet folds. He was seated, hunched slightly with elbows resting on widely parted knees.

Had given her the perfect vantage point, though covered as his awakening erection was.

But she seemed too deep in thought to notice.

Ari, herself, had been eyeing the ghoul subconsciously. His broad shoulders, sizable arms and a tall, solid form that radiated pure muscle and power. She couldn't help replaying how easily he had kicked the Super Mutant's arm when it swung it's sledge. Granted, it had been shot multiple times, but those beasts were resilient. Not to mention ripped to the brim like ridiculous power houses.

And his eyes... that barely contained rage in them at the time... had shifted to something else when he had turned to look at her after her 'rescue'. Granted, she wouldn't have been in that type of predicament in the first place had he just stopped chasing her. Still... all that rippling power was... intoxicating. Not to mention when he had vaulted down that ledge like he had been hopping down a few steps. Nothing phased him. Intimidated him. Made him flinch. What would it be like underneath him? Or above him? Hell, standing or bent over something even, so long as he was thrusting inside her.

As she found herself getting a little moist at the thought, she berated herself. What was she doing? She was supposed to think of ways to get rid of him, not ways to rid herself of all her pent up, sexual energy. She jerked her eyes upwards at a grunt from the hunk of ghoul meat himself.

She paled. How long had she been staring? And had he noticed?

His blue eyes exuded a cocky satisfaction as his lips curled around his purred words, "Find somethin' interesting, smoothskin?"

Ari came to the morbid realization that he had, even as an intense flush traveled down from her toes, all the way up to her flaming face.

Fuck her.

She reigned in her embarrassment in record time, snarling the first words that reached her tongue, "Shut it."

Instead of having the desired affect, it merely inspired a deep, rolling chuckle from the ghoul before her. She wasn't sure, but it almost looked as though there was a gleam to his eye. Probably just the fire.

Standing, she made a point of looking off in the distance, jaw clenched to keep the nervousness at bay. Her anger helped.

"Get some shut eye." She said, tone clipped, "I'll take first watch."

She cradled her Plasma Rifle tightly, risking a glance in his direction. That damn smirk was still there, especially when he pulled out her pack as he was shifting, getting comfortable on the hard ground.

That was HER fucking pack. How had he-?

Her mouth opened to protest, a frown already marring her brow, when Charon gave her a serious look, "In case you get any ideas for a late night stroll."

Fuming at his underhanded forethought, she turned tightly and growled over her shoulder, "I'll be sure to thank you as I die slowly from a Yoa-Gui clawing into me."

"Not possible." The ghoul's voice mumbled, sounding more weary than he had let her hear before, but still filled with conviction, "I'd rip its throat off first and hand you its head."

The comment struck a vulnerable chord within her, but she quickly shoved down the warm feeling in favor of anger once more. She didn't need anybody. Others made you weak. Others distracted you. Slowed you down.

Others died.

Or left you...

Ari turned, having half a mind to rip him a new one. But he was already fast asleep, pack snugly held against his chest. The sight had the odd effect of soothing her rage. His expression was so... well... different when not in his perpetual frown. She could almost see what he must've looked like before...

Damn. He must've been more exhausted than he let on.

Ari settled back down in her seat, just looking at the peaceful ghoul. She resolved to take a tight stroll around the perimeter. But later.

It's definitely been a while since she had a traveling companion. Not since Jericho a couple months prior. He was a shitty helper. But a good lay. She had mainly strung him along for the heated fuck sessions each night. But that had stopped since he had eyed a passing merchant in Megaton. Even Ari had thought the broad was smokin'. But Jericho thought dick first, brain later. Much later.

So Ari broke it off. It ended a little more bloody than she'd intended, but he should be glad she kept it above the waist.

She drew herself out of bitter reveries back to the moment at hand.

She couldn't help but stare at the sleeping gun for hire. Nor could she help the feeling akin to contentment that washed over her.

-o-o-o-

Her eye twitched.

The moon had traveled a quarter from the horizon.

It was now or never.

With all the stealth she could muster, miss 101 stole across the fire, stopping inches from his slumbering form. How far could she travel before he woke? Before he tried to find her? It didn't matter. She just needed that pack.

Ari worried her bottom lip as she crouched low, eyeing her precious backpack under his arm.

She would have to do the bait and switch. Luckily she had an extra bundle of useless clothes picked from a dead merchant. It was unfortunate they hadn't been able to save him, but his caps and equipment more than made up for any thanks he might've given.

Steeling her nerves, she gripped the bundled clothes in one hand, her other hovering above Charon's leather covered arm. She trained her eyes for the exact moment when- now!

His grip had slackened during a particularly deep snore. Ari took the opportunity to smoothly grab his sleeve, suspending it a mere fraction higher as she slipped the pack out. A moment of triumph stalled her movements. Then the next worst thing happened. His hand twitched at the loss, extending and grabbing the nearest thing. Namely, her.

Ari let out a silent breath as she was dragged forcefully to his chest, her movements jerky as she fought between tearing away and going with it to prevent him from waking. But it was too sudden. And his arm too strong. Thankfully she had the pack in her outstretched arm, falling hard on her right side as he pulled her closer. The clothes she had dropped in her fleeting moment of 'oh-fuck-me' panic.

Her breath escaped her at the unexpected impact, but she was just glad it hadn't been her sore and healing left side she landed on. Unfortunately, this meant her whole front was flush against the solid wall of his, but she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter.

He grumbled something and Ari froze. She was caught. And her eyes darted up to his. Expecting anger. Irritation.

But she relaxed when she realized he had just been muttering in his sleep, saying something similar sounding to 'smoothskin', eyes still shut.

Her relief was short-lived as he shifted, the hand pressed against the small of her back traveling lower to cup her ass. Indignant, she felt the heat rising inside her, about to slap him despite the consequences when said hand jerked her hips against his. His hold on her firm rear had the unfortunate leverage to force her leg over his, giving her full and unhindered contact of her clothed sex against a prominent, bulging hard on in his own leathers.

She gave a sharp gasp, feeling helplessly molded and contorted to his body against her will. Even asleep, Charon was stronger than she could ever hope to be.

Before she could begin her struggle, Charon repeated the movement, brushing her sex oh so pleasantly against his throbbing manhood. It sent a shock of heat through her down to the curling of her toes. She could feel herself getting moist. The hand curled possessively around her ass didn't help either, sending shivers of pleasure through her nerves.

"Ch-" She started to say, but cut herself off with a stifled moan, the ghoul once again repeating the motion. Even through the layers of clothing, the way his bulge rubbed thoroughly against her clit elicited a deep shudder of heat and pleasure.

Her grip on the pack had disappeared altogether, the right hand opening completely as she arched slightly in pleasure. She cursed as she heard the pack roll away, stopping on its side. Twisting her torso -right arm still fully extended above her- she tried finding the leverage to crawl desperately away.

She didn't notice his left arm, the strong bicep situated under her side, until he curled it around her back and shoulders with a growl. When his fingers hooked around her left arm, effectively pinning her upper limbs in place, she froze.

Hell.

Rigid, she focused frozen gray orbs on his face, not sure if it would be better if he was awake or not. The ghoul's features were twisted in a frown, but the edges were softened by sleep.

Oh god.

So this was like sleep cuddling.

But worse.

So so soooooo much worse.

Ari suppressed a gasp as both Charon's arms tightened, molding her taut body closer to his. Then he started moving. Guiding her slowly, but grinding with more than enough sinful pressure, the ghoul unknowingly started the slow spiral to her end.

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, whimpering. How was he not waking up?

Oh fuck, what if he did wake up?

She twisted, but this only made the ghoul growl and press her tighter to him. His actions, though sluggish, became faster. Rougher.

The bulge rubbed demandingly against her covered sex, and her lips parted in a soundless cry. The heat was tumbling through her, firing up her nerve endings as sounds outside of the slowly building pressure became drastically reduced and less important. Her left arm, pinned and trapped between their chests, fisted his leathers.

Closer. She was getting closer.

Her breath was coming in pants and gasps, her right arm clawing at the dirt above her. She was no longer concerned for escape so much as release. The heat tightened and curled like a physical thing in her gut.

She imagined opening the ghoul's leathers and impaling herself on his thick meat.

"Fuck..." Her voice came out strangled as the image forced a damp heat between her legs.

Apparently, the sleeping ghoul approved with a rumble through his chest, the vibrations doing things to her sensitive nipples through their shirts. Crap, she must've needed it more than she thought.

The reality of who it was that was doing this to her came crashing through the cloud of pleasure.

Her fisted hand tightened, the beginnings of renewed struggle strengthening her limbs.

But then Charon shifted his grip, rolled their hips just right, and Ari shuddered.

She mewled, her spread legs unable to defend her wet heat from the demanding bulge that ground so perfectly against her. Arms pinned in the ghoul's unforgiving grip, she could do nothing but take it in pleasurable silence.

It came so suddenly that Ari barely had time to turn her head, biting her own arm to muffle her cry of ecstasy. It jolted through her, curling her toes and surging heat through her blood.

A growl jerked her attention upwards before the ending ripples of her orgasm could flush from her system.

Open blue eyes sent a shock through her system.

She realized with sluggish, dawning horror, that it was not her own arm she had bitten.

Charon blinked slowly, before another growl ripped through him. The glazed look of surprised completion fit her gray eyes well. Her parted lips and flushed skin made the ghoul's blood boil. And was she... biting him? Instinct took over and he rolled them both over until she was underneath him.

The way her eyes narrowed into a glare was delicious. Almost better than the moan he wrenched from her sweet smoothskin throat as he thrust deeply against her.

He didn't know how she ended up against him in his sleep, post-orgasm flushing her cheeks a deeper shade of red. Hell, who the fuck cared? She was here now, and from his own raging hard on, Charon didn't doubt he had played a large part in it.

He kneed her legs farther apart as he rolled his hips deeply against her. It felt nice as she arched against him, covered chest rubbing briefly against his. He wanted nothing more than to make her reach her peak once more. To be conscious this time as she did so.

It had been too long.

Too long.

She made a choked sound, hands scrabbling for purchase on the ground before latching desperately onto his forearms, muscles there barely flinching in her iron grip. One of his arms had been placed above the apex of her neck and shoulder, keeping her body from straying far from the pounding force he exerted on her. Without it, she would have been sliding upwards on the ground, possibly towards escape. He couldn't have that at all.

Not when she was so deliciously out of breath, lips parted in a futile effort to supply oxygen to her brain. He could see coherency battling for dominance within those grey orbs, the lust clouding them.

He needed to go faster.

Moving the other arm, his large hand cupped her ass and inner thigh with bruising force as he jerked her hips off the ground, pressing more helplessly against his merciless grinding.

"Oh... Fuck!" The Smoothskin cried out at the change of position, her clit and wet sex spread more open to the ghoul's relentless assault. It was as though the layers of clothes were nonexistent. The fingers curled under her thigh and ass sent a heated tremor to her core, despite the amount of force that was applied. Or maybe because of it.

Her hips were being dragged against his upper thighs, his bulging length, and his lower torso, before being jerked back down and repeated. Each time wrenched a powerful cry from her lips, the heat and wetness spiraling higher and higher.

She had fucked before. With nameless faces. With Jericho. Multiple times before his mistake. They hadn't been exclusive or anything, but Ari didn't share.

But she had never fucked with her clothes still on, and have it be this...

...HOT.

A small part of her scrounged up anger in her denial. She shouldn't be letting this happen, the ghoul was taking far too many liberties. She finally tore her glazed eyes from his sculpted form, fighting down the oncoming rush of heat threatening to burst over her like a dam.

She didn't expect to meet piercing blue eyes, glaring challengingly back, as if daring her to deny that this whole thing was just... that good. The way he looked at her was as though he meant to devour her, a pleased purr rumbling forth as he noted the fury in her eyes. The extra vibrations, as well as the unquenchable thirst in his gaze, were the last to send her tumbling over the edge.

She arched off the ground, her head the only part making contact as she cried out, body shuddering in her sudden release.

She was vaguely aware of a frustrated growl coming from above her.

More.

Charon needed more.

It wasn't enough just having her come twice, though he was only awake for one earth-shattering moan of the girl's completion, her body fully pressed against his as though she were placed on this cursed world for him alone.

He had taken girls to bed. Smoothskins when he had been one, ghouls when he hadn't. Working in the Ninth Circle had only multiplied the amount of offers, though ghouls had been the only ones around to proposition. Any smoothskins passing through were never worth a grain of Charon's attention. Not to mention they never lasted long. In bed or out.

A ghoul Charon may be, but he never lost the rugged sex appeal he had in abundance back when his skin hadn't been fucked up.

Never had he felt the simple need to just bury himself into a woman, and a smoothskin no less, until his meat ached and she couldn't walk for days. There was a fire in this woman he had never seen before. A desire to live and do whatever the fuck she pleased. If anything, this only added to her appeal. He was tired of beaten down, trodden over, and despairing ghouls. The Underworld had 'em in fucking spades. But this girl... she was different. She was a breath of fresh air in the stagnant cease pool of Charon's life. The only interesting thing to come along since he was damned with the contract to his very soul. The only employer who didn't even want his services.

Who didn't even want him slaving for her and yet couldn't deny this... this intense animalistic need boiling between them.

She didn't want to need him.

And it made him hotter than the damn wasteland itself.

Never had he wanted to fuck someone so thoroughly.

And never had he been so frustrated that he was conscious enough to know that doing so would destroy something... important...

Whatever the fuck that was.

With another displeased growl, he flipped her onto her hands and knees as easily as though he were turning a page, though with barely enough restraint to keep from tearing the metaphorical object. Fuck that. How about he just tear her clothes off here and now?

He got a grip of himself just as he realized his own meat was free and he was pulling her pants down to mid thigh. He caught sight of the smoothskin's perfect thighs and unbelievably wet underwear and just froze, hands stilling on the hem of her leathers, keeping her still and exposed as a war raged in his lust-clogged mind.

Ari didn't realize the new position until cold air hit her undergarments, rocks and dirt digging into her hands and knees.

Cold fear hit her spine at what the next step would be. The only thing standing between her dripping honey pot and his throbbing cock was her underwear. A surge of heat followed the ice, confusing her. Never before had she had such an insatiable partner, as deadly and driven in bed as he was out in the Wastes. He saw. He took. He fucked.

Despite her predicament, Ari found herself hugely turned on. A new surge of wet arousal dampened her already slick sex. Her thighs trembled in his immovable grip.

When he stopped, however, it gave her poor sex-deprived brain enough breath for thought.

He was going to fuck her. Without her consent. Who the hell did he think she was? Some wasteland slut that would let anyone plow into her at the blink of an eye?

Tensing, she turned her head and gave him the deadliest glare. She couldn't deny he looked good there, positioned behind her, looking ready to fuck her six feet under.

But this was a matter of principle.

"Charon..." She growled warningly, voice husky from all the moaning she had put her throat through.

Blue eyes flicked towards her, an internal struggle clearly within their normally stoic depths.

At the sound of her voice, however, all doubts vanished, and he gave a low rumble of approval.

Fuck.

He wouldn't...

The fact that he didn't make a move to tear off her thin underwear was a short-lived victory when his throbbing shaft slid achingly across her covered sex. Simultaneously, the front of his thighs met the back of hers, his cock pressing urgently along the length of her lips and clit and then some, balls making a small smacking sound against her satin skin.

They both groaned. Fueled by lust. By anger. By pure and simple need.

Half-heartedly, Ari tried to crawl forward and away from the suffocating heat and pleasure. She had cum twice already, and they had been traveling all day. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't possibly continue.

Hands clamped harder around her, as a fierce growl erupted from behind her. With unnecessary force, she was yanked back, startling her with just how good the feeling of him sliding against her slickened underwear felt. She cried out as he continued to grind against her with an animalistic insistence, arm holding her hips in place.

"F-fuck..." She gasped as he ground torturously against her clit with each stiff stroke. Her undergarments were so soaked they clung to her inner folds as well as the intruding shaft, sliding pleasurably against her sex at each passing.

For the ghoul, the way she felt, every sound she made, was amazing. It all added to the heated blood draining to his meat, twitching as it continued imagining driving into her wet need. He couldn't believe how easily her juices were covering his shaft, underwear or no. The way she continued to even attempt a struggle did wonders for his animal side, bent on fucking her until she surrendered.

"Cha-ron..." She growled in separate puffs of air, saying his name like it was a curse falling from his lips.

He purred pleasantly, making a shiver run down her spine.

He needed more.

More of her.

He needed to touch her velvet skin. Make her quake beneath him in ecstasy. Make her cry out once more.

His free hand journeyed under her shirt, grabbing a hold of her full and pert breast, the satin fullness heaven in his cupped palm. Even better with the shrill gasp he tore from her as he rubbed calloused hand against hardened nipple. She rocked her hips against him at this, pleasing the ghoul even more. He continued fondling her breast, enjoying her wanton movements timed perfectly with his.

She was biting her lip, attempting to silence her breathy moans of pleasure, but he stopped that with a deeper roll of his hips, an expert twist of his fingers. Then she was moaning unabashedly once more.

More.

The voice inside him growled.

Needed.

More.

She was close, he could tell. Her slender body was tightening, shudders wracking through her. Her struggles lessened as she became more and more wound in the tight spiral to their mutual end. Her pants quickened, her hips surging harder against him.

He needed-

Ari's eyes widened as a large hand found its way under her garments, thumb expertly rubbing her clit as the fingers pressed deeply against her womanhood.

At the same moment, the dam broke and she was seeing more stars than there should be in the sky. The night was pierced with her uncontrolled scream of release, body arching against the solid muscle of ghoul keeping her in place.

The feel of her slick softness under his hands, the sounds, the heat, the smell that was purely... HER... it was too much.

It was enough.

He came with a soul-wrenching cry of satisfaction, the loudest he had ever been outside of a fight.

His seed coated the ground with such urgency he wasn't sure how his equipment even remained intact.

When it all finally drained out of him he shuddered, spent. With bone-aching slowness, he released the girl and rolled onto his back, his meat re-sheathed in his pants, breaths coming out harshly.

Fuck.

That had been the best lay of his life. Which was saying a lot, through his almost two whole century's worth of experience. And he hadn't even gotten inside.

Hell, Charon was so satisfied, he could probably die happy.

Which... was probably a good thing, seeing as how the Lone Wanderer was glaring down at him past the lens of her rifle.

Cool. Composed.

Deadly.

The warning whine of the plasma gun spiked danger through the ghoul as much as that furious glare she aimed straight at him. The muzzle of the gun brushed his temple, but it was her eyes that felt as though they were piercing his skull.

He was dead. He was beyond dead.

And he deserved it.

But he wouldn't take any of it back.

This was all relayed through his calm gaze alone, awaiting whatever fate his employer had in store for him. He knew the contract was void should she inflict violence on his person. He knew it. She knew it.

So she had damn better kill him in one shot. His fierce smirk said that in itself as an afterthought.

But, to his immense surprise, she stepped back, gun lowering harmlessly to the dirt beside her.

"Take liberties like that again, and I will fuckin' end you." She growled menacingly, her confusion at his lack of fight turning quickly to the more familiar anger.

It worked when her father abandoned her.

When her vault neighbors turned on her.

When the wastes threatened to chew her up and spit her out.

And she would be damned if this lone ghoul would get the better of her.

Despite the post-orgasm high that threatened to topple her off her feet as she strode away, she couldn't help thinking how much simpler life would be once she ditched him. Solitary life was far less complicated than the myriad of emotions rushing through her now. Feelings she had buried deep. Out of necessity and will to survive. The Wastelands were harsh enough to anyone who survived after the bombs dropped. Being a woman only multiplied that.

She couldn't shoot him without the risk that the bastard would stay alive long enough to cripple or even kill her. Though the first would be a death sentence on its own, seeing as how they were miles from anything resembling the scraps of respectable civilization.

She heard him climb slowly to his feet behind her, and unconsciously tightened her grip on her rifle. Her trigger finger was itching something fierce, tonight. And unfortunately, the one thing she wanted to shoot was the one unmeasurable factor that needed to be kept alive... for now.

She wasn't aware of the appreciative gaze that raked slowly over her retreating form. Or the silent purr that escaped his throat.

Perhaps he wouldn't get another chance like that again, but he could already tell traveling with this particular smoothskin would be... interesting... to say the least.

Slinging his shotgun over one shoulder, and holding her pack loosely in his other hand, he scuffed the campfire out with a single kick as he followed his new employer into the night.
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