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"Hey I already told ya, you can't be walking around Goodbeighbor without insurance. Now why don't you pay up".

No sooner had Nate walked through the door to the dingy town of Goodneighbor, than this asshole started pestering him, and he was starting to get pretty sick of it.

"Why don't you back off." Nate threatened placing a hand casually on the pistol strapped to his belt "or you're the one who's gonna need insurance".

The man took a step back, clearly nervous at the intent behind Nate's words.

"Alright, easy, we'll uh, just say your insurance is paid up how about that".

Just than a new unfamiliar voice rung out.
"Whoa whoa whoa, Time out."
"Somebody steps through the gate the first time, they're a guest, you lay off that extortion crap".

Out from around one of the many dilapidated buildings lining the street stepped a ghoul. But he sure didn't look like any ghoul Nate had seen, Feral or not. He was dressed like he was on his way to historical reenactment or something, complete with a striking crimson waistcoat and tricorner hat.

"What do you care? This guy's not one of us".
The aforementioned asshole clapped back, turning his attention away from Nate and towards the ghoul.

"Hey now, no love for your mayor Finn? I said let him go".
Said the ghoul, a clear shift in his voice, he sounded much more serious and demanding now, like a parent scolding a child.

"Your soft Hancock." Asshole Finn sourly shot back, getting up into the ghouls face and clearly taking an attitude "you keep letting outsiders walk all over us, one day there'll be a new mayor".

"C'mon man" the ghoul responded, his tone shifting once again, as if he were talking to a good friend "this is ME we're talking about, let me tell you somethin'."

As he spoke that last line, the ghoul took a few steps closer to Finn, and then, suddenly, and seemingly without much thought on his part, the ghoul pulled a large hunting knife from a hidden pocket inside his coat, and sunk it into Finn's gut a few times before that asshole dropped like a ton of bricks before his feet.

Alright, he definitely had that coming. Nate thought.

"Now, why'd you have to go and say that huh? Breaking my heart over here." The ghoul quipped sarcastically as he wiped the blood from his knife and tucked it back away.

"You Alright, brother?" The ghoul turned his attention to Nate, who was honestly a little shaken by what just happened. Obviously he's seen plenty of people die, seen plenty of people kill people too, but damn, this guy sure made it seem so casual. What's his deal anyways?

"Um, yeah, I'm fine. But you know I had that all under control, you really didn't need to-" Nate gestured vaguely at Finns body laying in the street next to them

"Heh" the ghoul smiled warmly at Nate "I don't doubt that brother, you look like you can hold your own."

"But you see, this is my town"

as he spoke that line, the ghoul gestured to two men behind him, who immediately took to clearing Finns body from the street. They left out the main entrance, so who knows where they were taking him.

"I've got to make sure I keep things in line, you dig? That means keeping assholes like Finn from causing problems for good folks like yourself".

"John Hancock, mayor of the lovely locale of Goodneighbor pleased to make your acquaintance".

He held out a withered hand, and while perhaps somewhat reluctant to, Nate took it in a firm handshake.

"Now, why don't you let me buy you a drink friend, we can put all this nastiness behind us huh?"

A drink did sound pretty appealing to Nate right now, he'd had a long day and he was hoping to get some good R&R here in Goodneighbor, so he figured he might as well accept the good mayor in his oh so generous offer.

"Sure" he said pleasantly giving a slight nod "lead the way".

The ghoul, Hancock (how fitting), started his way down one of the main streets, they weren't walking long before they paused briefly in front of a doorway, Nate glanced at the large neon sign above it "The Third Rail".

"here we are, next stop bottom of the bottle". Hancock said with a chuckle holding the door open for Nate.

Nate followed as they decended a couple flights of stairs down to the bar, it was surprisingly actually kind of nice here. Decently lit, plenty of seating, a full bar, and even a very lovely singer crooning some romantic sounding songs from a small stage in the corner. Maybe Nate might actually like it here after all.

The two men approached the bar, and a Mr. Handy style robot floated over to greet them "Ello Mista Mayor, what can I getcha?" Huh? Interesting. Ethan thought. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Mr Handy usually had a British accent, but this guy was BRITISH British. "Whitechapel Charlie" his name was. How fun.

The drinks went down smoothly and easily for both men following the next couple of hours. Between fun stories and anecdotes about Goodneighbor and a few jokes and witty quips sprinkled in here and there, Nate found himself really warming up to this Hancock guy, despite his ghoulish appearance he was simply oozing charisma. Guess that's probably why he runs the place huh?

A couple more drinks later and it was getting pretty late. It was already dark when Nate arrived in Goodneighbor so who knew just how late in the night it actually was. Nate stretched his arms and looked over at Hancock.

"I should probably get some sleep, thanks again for the drinks Mr. Hancock".

Hancock let out a small huff of laughter 

"Hey, easy with that Mister stuff, just Hancock is fine brother, wouldn't want you giving me a complex over here".

"Heh, right, sure" Nate chuckled back "Hancock"

"So where can a guy get a place to lay his head around here?"

"Well" Hancock responded "there's the Hotel Rexburg just down the block"

He paused for a brief moment

"or..."

Another pause

"You could take me up on this ultra limited, one of a kind offer, right. Seeing as how you're my esteemed guest for the evening, how would you like the spend the night with yours truly? I play real nice." 

As he spoke those words Hancock smirked sinfully pushing a distinct seductive tone into his voice.

Nate was absolutely floored. He must say this was NOT how he saw this night going. But some combination of not having felt another person's touch in months, being loosened up by the alcohol, and of course Hancock just really laying on the charm thick, had Nate actually heavily considering the offer

"You know what" Said Nate leaning back in his chair and eyeing Hancock "Yeah, let's do it."

He immediately had a slight hint of worry that he'd made a mistake saying yes, after all this guy stabbed someone to death in cold blood literal hours ago, maybe Nate shouldn't be so quick to jump into bed with him. But you know what, it was too late to back out now.

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The doors to Hancock's private study flew open and the two men entered together. The old state house was definitely still in pretty decent shape all things considered. Nate remembered visiting here before the war. It was kind of weird seeing it now, like this.

Hancock threw himself down on the sofa in the center of the room and let out a comfortable sigh, before almost immediately reaching for a bright red inhaler sat on the table. Jet. A great way to unwind no doubt about it. Nate had used it fairly frequently himself, whether it was to help give him the edge he needed in a fight, or just to feel that nice buzz for a bit.

Hancock took a deep drag off the puffer before holding it out to Nate.

"Care for a little night cap before we get down to business? I always find Jet is a great way to take any experience from just plain old great, to totally mind-blowing".

Hancock eyed Nate up and down as he said those words and Nate could feel his pulse quicken. He took the inhaler out of Hancock's hand and finished it off with a single deep hit. The head rush was immediate and exhilarating. Man. This was some top notch shit. Not like that garbage raiders cook up, not like Nate was used to.

The sudden rush caused Nate to lose his balance and he fell forward, bracing himself on the arm of the couch. Hancock grabbed his arm and pulled him so they were seated side by side. 

"Easy there brother, don't go getting knocked on your ass just yet. This ain't your first time with chems now, is it? Maybe I should have warned you how hard it can hit you".

"No, God no" Nate replied "not my first time, not by a long shot. I'm just not used to it feeling this intense. That must be some next level shit you've got".

"Only the best that caps can buy brother." 

Hancock smirked grabbing a fresh canister of jet and taking another long, sharp hit. He held it out once again to Nate but Nate shook his head. If he took another hit he knew he was going to be down for the night, and he wasn't ready for that just yet.

"Well then" Hancock placed a hand coyly on Nates thigh "maybe we should get to the main event then, shall we?"

Once again Nate felt his heartbeat quicken in his chest, he was still unsure whether he was making a smart choice with all this, but as he looked up into Hancock's deep, dark eyes, he was sure it was, at the very least, the choice he wanted right now.

He nodded "I think I'd like that" he said placing a hand on top of Hancock's.

And that was all the assurance Hancock needed, in one swift, sudden motion, he was straddling Nate, putting the two men face to face. He threw his red waistcoat off and it dropped to the ground behind him. He pulled his shirt up over his head and leaned in for a deep, breathy kiss.

Nate placed his hands on Hancock's chest. He'd never touched a ghoul like this before, the texture of Hancock's skin was really something else. Nate couldn't help but wonder if that same texture was EVERYWHERE on his body.

He leaned into the kiss pressing his body into Hancock's, Hancock gripped his hair with one hand, while using the other to pull down the zipper of Nates vault suit. Thus allowing the bare skin of Nate's chest to press against his own.

Fuck that feels good, Nate thought to himself,  as he felt his arousal growing. 

Hancock pulled out of the kiss and Nate let out a frustrated whine.

"Don't worry sugar, there's plenty more where that came from" Hancock purred into Nate's ear, before placing another kiss on the sensitive skin of Nate's neck.

Nate couldn't tell if it was the enhancement from the Jet or just his months gone without intimacy, but every touch from Hancock felt fucking electric. He was worried he might bust his load before they even got a chance to do more. But he held back. He wanted to savor this moment.

Hancock's kisses were getting lower on Nate's body, he had moved from his neck, down to his chest, and now was kissing the tender, exposed flesh of his stomach. He moved his hands tactically as he went, pulling Nate's vault suit down to his ankles, leaving him fully exposed and ready for action.

"Mmmm, real nice" Hancock said lustfully as he wrapped a hand around Nate's now throbbing cock. 

Christ that feels amazing. Nate thought to himself as he threw his head over the back of the sofa, the rough texture of Hancock's hands really added something to this experience, there was no denying that.

And then the sensation got kicked up tenfold as Hancock leaned in and wrapped his lips around Nate. Nate moaned loudly at the intense sensation running through his body.

"Ahhn! Fuck Hancock that feels so fucking good" 

He threw both hands down onto the back of Hancock's head as he felt it start to glide forward and back, with an increasing speed that was pushing Nate to his breaking point.

"Ah, ahhhn, ah, H-Hancock- fuck, I'm not gonna last much longer".

Hancock seemed to take that as direction to kick things up and really push Nate over the edge. He pushed his head forward, really taking Nate's fsirly sizable cock as deep as he posibly could. 

And that was it for Nate. He absolutely exploded down Hancock's throat, loadly moaning out once more as he did.

"Ah! Y-yes! Fuck!" 

Hancock pulled back, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Nate simply laid back on the sofa, panting for air. The sight of him in his post orgasm bliss made Hancock rock hard.

"Hey now, don't think we're done just yet sweetheart. You got yours, now I get mine". He said sinfully.

Nate opened his eyes and met Hancock's gaze.

"Of course, you've definitely earned it".

He propped himself up on his elbows.

"What do you want me to do". He asked seductively, eying Hancock as he removed the remainder of his clothing.

Hancock leaned forward running a hand along Ethan's chest.

"Turn over" he said in a dominating tone, that gave Nate another jolt of arousal through his body.

Nate said nothing, but was happy to oblige Hancock's demand. He flipped his body so he was face down into the couch. It smelled like mildew and cigarette smoke.

He heard the sound of Hancock spitting into his hand behind him before he felt a rough finger slide the slick saliva along his back entrance. Even though he just came, his cock was already once again fully erect at the anticipation of what was about to happen.

Then in one quick sudden motion, Hancock's hand gripped his hair, pulling his head back as he pushed his thick, hard cock up inside Nate's ass.

"Ah! Fuck, Yes!" Nate cried out, tightly gripping the couch cushion beneath him. It hurt for a slight moment, but then it felt amazing, after all this definitely wasn't Nate's first time in this position. He was in the military after all.

Hancock bucked his hips, throwing himself deeply into Nate with every thrust. Holy shit the texture of Hancock's dick was absolutely insane, Nate thought, he was about to cum. Again.

"H-Hancock, fuck, I'm- I'm gonna-"

Hancock chimed in with a response before he could finish.

"Mmm, yeah, Be a good boy and cum for me"

Holy FUCK hearing Hancock's dark raspy voice calling him "good boy" was more than enough to bring Nate to his big finish. 

"Ah! Ngh! F-fuck!" Nate moaned out, burying his face in the couch as cum shot from his cock.

"God yes! That's what I like to see". Hancock gave one final deep thrust, and he let loose his own load, filling Nate with his cum as they both collapsed onto the sofa, breath and bodies heavy from the intense and incredible fuck.

A moment passed as they caught their breath and regained composure.

"Now" Hancock said in his normal cool and collected tone "I do believe you said you needed to get some sleep".

And he pulled Nate up off the sofa, leading him back to a modest bedroom. They both collapsed onto the bed and before long, with the joint factors of alcohol in his system, coming down off Jet, and having just been fucked stupid, Nate fell deeply asleep. His final thought being that he definitely, no doubt in his mind, DID make the right choice tonight.

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Nate stirred in the bed, his head pounding from a wicked hangover. He took a moment to take in his surroundings.

That's right. he thought. I'm in the mayor's bedroom.

Memories of the night before came swirling into his mind and he found himself excitedly reliving a few key moments.

Where was Hancock anyways? It can't be that late in the day yet can it? He reached for his pipboy that was sat on the bedside table beside him, the soft glow lighting up his face as he checked the screen. 8:15. Not too late at all, early even. Maybe Hancock just had some important "mayoral duties" to take care of. Even still the thought of being left alone in bed after a one night stand stung a bit.

He rolled out of bed and decided he may as well face the day. He reached for his vivid blue vaultsuit and pulled it on, followed by clapping his pipboy back into its usual spot on his wrist.

He took one more look around the place before heading out, Hancock was nowhere to be found.

Fine. He thought to himself. If that's how it's going to be.

Before grabbing a couple cannisters of jet and shoving them into his pockets. He made his way out the door, and a Neighborhood watchman was stationed just outside it, it was a different guy than the night before, for which Nate felt pretty grateful, there were a few things that watchman may have overheard last night that would make facing them a tad bit uncomfortable. The watchman nodded as Nate passed and he found himself wondering how much Hancock had disclosed about why he was here. Whatever. It's not important.

He decended down the stairs and left out the main entrance to the state house. Here he was, in the heart of Goodneighbor in all her glory. Not the most charming or cozy of towns, with most of the residents being drifters or junkies. But in the grand picture of the hellhole that was the commonwealth, it certainly felt like a fine place to spend a few days.

And with that he made his way down the main street, ready for wherever the day takes him.

And that just so happened to be the Hotel Rexford this fine morning. He remembered Hancock mentioned it the night before and he figured he'd check it out. A few people sat about tables in the lobby, eating a modest breakfast. Nate could go for some food actually, he thought.

He approached the front desk to see about getting himself a meal, the woman managing the hotel, Clair, wasn't the most friendly Nate had met, rather she was quite no-nonsense and straight to the point.

She looked up at Nate.

"Hey vault dweller. I remember you from the little mix up in the street last night. You have a room with us already?"

Nate suddenly felt nervous as he responded 

"Um, no actually, I had other arrangements last night."

"Mmhm." Clair responded in a tone that suggested she knew more about that than she was letting on.

"Well if you want a room for tonight, it's 15 caps, that includes the meal."

Nate thought for a moment. Maybe he should secure a room. After all, having a place to sleep last night wasn't exactly planned, and who's to say if Hancock's generous hospitality extended past a single night.

Nate nodded his head. "Sure, I'll take a room."

Clair tossed a key into Nates hand, the plastic key tag read "102".

"All the way up the stairs, down the hall on your right".

For a brief second Nate almost thanked her for her help. But she pretty immediately busied herself with a new task behind the counter. Nate guessed that general niceties probably weren't all too common in Goodneighbor.

Nate sat in silence and enjoyed his meal, it wasn't anything special, but it was hot and fresh, a welcome shift in his standard fare of wild mutfruit and radstag jerky he was used to eating out on the road. After finishing his food he spent the next couple hours loitering about the hotel lobby. Clair didn't seem to mind and it was good people watching. You really do get all types here in Goodneighbor.

Part of him was also waiting, hoping maybe Hancock would come strolling through those doors, if nothing else it'd be nice to spend some time with the one person he actually knew here. It was kind of pathetic wasn't it? Sitting here waiting and hoping for him after nothing more than a one night stand. He shook those thoughts away and headed towards the door. Let's see what else Goodneighbor has to offer shall we? He thought as he swung open the large double doors of the Hotel Rexford.

Maybe he could go check out the Memory Den. He'd heard about it, and the idea of reliving moments of his past was certainly enticing. A memory suddenly sprung into his mind. Nora and Shawn. His wife and child. He shook his head violently as if clearing the writing off of an etch-a-sketch. No. Not those memories. They were still too painful. He'd rather not have to think of them at all. Maybe he'd just head down to the third rail and get blackout drunk instead.

Suddenly a cool, crisp, raspy voice cut in from behind him, breaking his train of thought.

"Hey there newcomer"

He turned to face the voice, it was a woman, a ghoul, in a neat vested suit.

"Goodneighbor run you out of your caps yet? If you need some replenishment in that department, I've got a job I think you'd be well suited for, pays real good."

Nate wasn't quite sure how to respond, what a way to approach someone for the first time, he thought.

"Don't worry, I don't expect you to make a decision just now, but if you're interested meet me in the alley behind Daisy's any day you want, after dark. I'll be waiting."

The woman turned to leave before glancing back once more.

"Oh and I should mention. This ain't really a one man job. You'll need backup if you want to get out of this in one piece. Maybe you can find someone here in town who wants in. I'd start at the bar if I was you."

And with that she disappeared around the corner of a nearby building.

Nate was down to his last 50 caps, and especially now with a room at the Rexburg running him 15 caps a night, he was definitely going to need to figure something out. Maybe he would take her up on that job offer after all

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Nate had now spent a fair few hours roaming the streets of Goodneighbor and the evening was quickly approaching, he had been half hoping he might bump into Hancock again, but of course no luck on that front.

He was turning over the words that mysterious ghoul woman had spoke earlier. About the big, well paying job. Fuck. He really needed the caps. He was going to have to do it wasn't he.

"This ain't a one man job."
That line stuck out. The only person Nate knew in Goodneighbor was Hancock and he doubted that the mayor would have any real interest in some random grunt work.

The woman had told him to check out the bar. Not a bad idea. Maybe Whitechapel Charlie might have some idea of people in town looking for work. Plus he could really use a drink. He had a lot on his mind he wanted gone, and where better to turn than a fresh bottle.

He headed for the Third Rail. The same ghoulish doorman from the night before stood at the entrance, Ham, his name was. Nate gave him a small smile and wave as he headed down the stairs. Ham just told him to stay out of trouble. Always good advice honestly.

As he entered the bar the soft red glow of the lights washed over him. He walked up to the bar and over floated good old Whitechapel Charlie. "Evenin' what can I do ya for mate?"

"Just a bourbon thanks"
Nate paused a moment
"And uh, just leave the bottle" he finished, placing a small handful of caps on the counter.

"Excellent choice, mate, comin' right up"
Charlie whized around grabbing a red hued bottle from the shelf behind it and placing it I front of Nate alongside a glass. "Bottoms up!" He quipped.

Nate poured a glass and raised it in a "cheers" motion before taking a hearty sip.

"Um, hey Charlie."

"Oi mate?" Charlie responded

"I'm actually looking for something, er, someone actually. Someone who might be willing to help me with some big job. The pay should be pretty good."

Charlie let out a laugh "Eh that all gov, you 'ad me worried 'ere for a tick. I know just the bloke for ya".

Charlie motioned one if his metal limbs in the direction of the "VIP" room off to the side.

"Head on back to VIP mate, you're lookin' for a bloke named MacCready, I'm sure you'll know 'im when ya see 'im. That's the man for your big job mate, no question."

"Thanks Charlie" Nate responded, rising out of his seat and heading towards the room in question. This was going better than he could have hoped. Let's hope this MacCready guy is all he's cracked up to be.

As he walked the hall nearing the entrance, he heard raised voices. Maybe he should stay out of it. He thought momentarily. Then again, maybe this could be a good chance to get this guy on his side if it's a situation he could help with. He walked through the doorway.

Two men were in the room, standing face to face clearly in a heated debate. One was large and bulky, with buzzed hair and sturdy leather armor. The other looked rather small in comparison, slim with nicely kept facial hair, and a green military cap with 2 rifle bullets tucked into the band. He quickly gave a glance at the rest of the man's attire, bullets and ammo seeming to be a fairly big part of his getup. Nate wondered which man he was here to see.

The two men glanced in his direction as he entered, clearly stopping their conversation short. The larger, and clearly much rougher looking, of the two men turned back to the conversation at hand.

"Just know you're making a big mistake here MacCready. And we're not just going to forget it."

The man then turned towards Nate and headed to leave the room, shoving Nate aside as he did. Nothing more said by him or the other man as he made his hasty retreat. With that altercation out of the way the man he'd come to see was able to give Nate his full attention. He turned to face him with a beaming smile that felt oddly out of place.

"Hey there friend, sorry you had to see that. You must be new in town, can't say I've seen you around before".

"Um. Yeah." Nate responded

"Just got in last night actually".

"Well well". Said MacCready "Not every newcomer finds themselves just waltzing into VIP. You must be after something huh?"

He walked a few steps closing the gap between himself and Nate, holding out a hand as he approached.

"Names MacCready. Maybe I can help ya out, for the right price of course".

Nate took his hand in a firm handshake.

"Nate. And maybe you can."

Nate went on to explain the situation he was in with the mysterious woman and the "big job". He was sure to mention that the pay was said to be very good. He detailed how he needed a second pair of hands for this job and Whitechapel Charlie had recommended MacCready specifically. MacCready also noted that he knew this woman fairly well. Bobbi-no-nose. That bit of info seemed like it could be extra beneficial for Nate, he thought as they wrapped up their conversation.

"You came to the right guy, friend." MacCready said warmly.

"But nothing this good comes for free" he quipped gesturing to himself.

"250 caps. I'll help you with this job you've got. Plus give you an extra week of my time. Ain't nobody got a shot like mine. With me watching your six I can promise you I'll get you safely through anything."

That did sound awfully tempting. There had been more than one occasion out in the wasteland of the Commonwealth where Nate found himself in a situation he wasn't sure he'd make it our of. Maybe a sniper watching his back would come in handy.

But he didn't have the caps and he knew it, at least not yet.

"300" he finally responded.

MacCready couldn't help but laugh.

"Um, you new to this whole haggling thing? That's not usually how it works."

"I, uh .... I don't have the caps to pay you up front." Nate responded. "But I can give you 300 once we're paid from this job. Plus your half of whatever the pay is."

Shit. That could be a lot of caps. MacCready thought to himself.

"It's a deal" He flashed another smile at Nate, sealing the deal with another quick handshake.

Nate wasn't sure exactly what this good paying job would pay and he prayed he hadn't just promised MacCready more than he could actually deliver. But he somehow felt really good about this. Things seemed to be looking up for him here in Goodneighbor.

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"You can call me RJ by the way"
MacCready remarked as the two men walked through the entrance of the VIP room, back into the main room of the Third Rail.

"RJ huh? That short for someth-"
Nate stopped mid sentence as he was met with a familiar face sitting at the bar.

Hancock.

Nate swallowed hard.

"Hey you good?" MacCready said, noticing Nate's sudden change in demeanor.

Before he could give RJ any kind of proper response, Hancock was already approaching them.

"Hey there trouble. I've been looking for you" He started, locking eyes with Nate. "Hope you weren't planning on skipping out on me?"

Nate felt annoyed hearing that, as he couldn't help but recall it was in fact Hancock who left HIM high and dry this morning without so much as a word. But he didn't feel like pushing the issue. Not right now anyways.

He glanced at RJ, who had a distinct grimace on his face. Whats up with that? This guy have some sort of beef with the Mayor. Again Nate figured it wasn't an issue worth pushing.

"I uh, just had some things to take care of" Nate said, with a hint of insecurity in his voice. He remembered how many times today he was hoping to see Hancock again but now that they were face to face, he felt oddly nervous.

Hancock eyed MacCready up and down.

"Hmm, yeah I can see that."

MacCready remained silent, but the look on his face said it all. He clearly did not like Hancock and would rather be anywhere else than here.

Hancock turned his attention back to Nate.

"I was hoping I could steal a few minutes of your time".

Nate looked at RJ for reassurance.
Seemingly knowing exactly what Nate was getting at, he finally spoke up.

"Yeah whatever. I'll be at the Rexburg whenever you're ready to head out. Room 110."

And with that RJ dipped out of the conversation, heading out up the stairs. Nate was hoping to take him to meet up with Bobbi tonight. However she had stressed to him that any night was fine, so long as it was after dark. So maybe this particular night would be better spent giving Hancock the time of day, he was the mayor after all.

"Follow me" Hancock said, in a rather stern tone, grabbing Nate by the hand and leading him back once more to the VIP room.

They dipped through the doorway into the dimly lit room that now stood empty before them. Nate was about to open his mouth to ask what it was Hancock wanted from him this evening that was so pressing, But before he had a chance to form the words, Hancock's own mouth was already upon him. Planting rough, vigorous kisses first on his mouth, then along his jaw and neck.

Nate wasn't exactly expecting a repeat performance from Hancock after this morning. But he certainly wasn't about to say no. Not after how amazing that night they'd spent together was.

Hancock pushed a particularly breathy kiss at Nates clavicle, unzipping his vault suit ever so slightly in the process. Nate couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"Mmmn fuck Hancock, that feels good."

Hancock pulled back briefly to give Nate some less than suble direction.

"Off" he said, pulling at the collar of Nate's suit.

Hancock clearly wasn't wasting time getting what he wanted from Nate. And that same nervousness Nate had felt earlier reared it's head once more.

"W-wait. You want to - here? W-what if someone comes in" Nate stammered out through still heavy breath.

"Well if anyone comes in, I guess they'll know what a slut you are. And how great you are at taking my cock." Hancock said lustfully as he pressed his body into Nate's, making a clear effort to grind his rock hard erection against the growing hardness of Nate's own cock.

"F-fuck" Nate moaned again.

He suddenly didn't really give a shit if anyone caught them. He just wanted to feel Hancock inside him again. He hastily and clumsily fondled for his zipper, pulling it down and dropping his vault suit around his ankles.

"Mmmm" Hancock licked his lips sinfully "I'm so ready to fuck you again".

And with that he quickly grabbed at Nate's waist hoisting him against the cold brick wall. Nate threw one leg up over Hancock's shoulder to give them both better leverage for what was coming.

Hancock spat into his hand, before pulling Nate into another rough, demanding kiss. As his tongue explored the depths of Nate's mouth, his fingers, slick with his spit, did some exploring of their own. One finger at first then two slid their way into Nate's hole, the rough texture of Hancock's skin ramping up the sensation.

"Hancock, y-yes" Nate breathed into Hancock's ear.

Hancock groaned with eagerness as he tugged down the front of his pants, pulling out his own sizeable cock.

"Ready to be a good boy and take this dick again".

FUCK. there it was. That cold smoky voice calling Nate "good boy" it drove him absolutely crazy and it was almost too much for him to handle. Nate shifted his body slightly to better align himself with Hancock's now throbbing member. Hancock then leaned in so close his lips brushed against Nates ear as he whispered "Tell me how bad you want it".

Nate was practicing panting with heavy breaths already as he responded in a pleading voice. "Fuck, I want it so bad, I can't stand it. P-please."

Almost instantly as he finished the last words, Hancock gripped his hips and pulled him in a swift thrust down around his thick rough cock. God it felt so good. Nate already knew he wasn't going to last long. Especially with the added exhilaration of being in a relatively public place.

"God yes! Fuck!" Nate cried out. He didn't even care if patrons of the bar could hear what was happening. He was far too caught up in the moment to give a single damn about anything other than getting absolutely railed.

As his thrusting gained speed Hancock reached down, grabbing Nate's dick in his hand. Nate's body squirmed with pleasure as he was overwhelmed with both swift steady stroking and hard, powerful fucking. He was so ready to cum he couldn't stand it. Apparently Hancock had been close too. Because just as he though he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, a rough, weathered hand reached into his hair, pulling firmly back as Hancock let out a loud shuddered moan of pleasure. And that was it, Nate let loose at the same moment, and his cum shot across his own chest and stomach, while Hancock's was filling him up simultaneously. It felt fucking amazing.

"God damn you're a good lay" Hancock's gravely voice breathed against Nate's neck.

Then Hancock pulled back. A thick string of cum trailing out of Nates body as he pulled his cock away. He tucked it back into his pants, adjusted his jacket and then took a step forward clasping Nate's face in his hand.

"Now... you better clean yourself up before someone sees you like this."

And with that he turned and left out the doorway before Nate could get another word in.

Nate suddenly realized the position he was in and that yes, someone very well could walk in and see him like this. He felt himself flush with embarrassment at the thought. He grabbed a magazine off the table nearby and ripped a couple pages out. Using them to clean his body off the best he could. He pulled his vault suit up over his shoulders and zipped. Thank God he was able to get himself composed without any interruptions.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the hallway. He was so not ready to face the bar knowing they must have heard everything. He ducked his head and quickened his pace as he rushed out as quickly as he could, making his way to the Hotel Rexford.

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Nate walked back to the Hotel Rexburg. He was even more confused and angry than he was when he had woken up alone. What the hell was Hancock playing at?

Even still. The memory of Hancock's touch lingered on his skin and a part of him wanted more. Why did he have to be so God damn amazing at fucking.

"Be a good boy and take this dick again".

The memory of Hancock's words stirred in Nate's mind and he felt himself getting hard. No goddammit, he wasn't about to give Hancock the satisfaction of turning him on that fucking easily without even actually being here. No way in hell. Nate shook his head and body in an attempt to regain composure and it worked for the most part.

He was nearly to the Hotel, and he couldn't help but wonder. Should he stop by RJ's room? Maybe explain the situation? Well. Possibly not the exact details of the situation. But at least let RJ know he wasn't a flake and the job was still very much a sure thing come the next evening.

He decided against it. It was pretty late now and RJ was probably sleeping. He didn't want to look like some self important asshole waking him up just to make sure he was still ready to work for him. He had enough to deal with right now. To hell with it all. He was going to sleep.

He threw open the door to his room with a sigh and threw himself down on the bed, he just wanted this shitshow of a day to be over. Then he remembered something. The Jet he had stolen from Hancock. It was still in his pack. And fuck could he use an escape right now.

He reached over and produced one of the shiny red inhalers from his pack. He knew immediately he was going to regret taking the entire thing. But he was also absolutely going to do it anyways. He took a few sharp drags from the puffer, all in rapid succession until he heard the familiar rattle of the canister emptying out.

The high hit him all at once and it felt like he was 10 feet off the ground, weightless and frozen in time. His whole body felt like it was glowing from the inside out. It was incredible. He'd never felt a high like this. And through the absolute euphoria it was impossible to tell when he crossed the threshold from hazy intoxication, to actually sleep. But the sleep came. And it hit him much harder than he would have liked.

He was awoken by pounding on his door and a headache from hell ravaging his temples. He stood up, to his immediate regret. His stomach turned and he was barely able to grab the waste bin before retching violently into it. That high he was riding was intense. But apparently so is the come down. The pounding on the door continued as he threw a hand up to now splitting forehead.

"FUCK. YES. OKAY. I'M COMING, GIVE ME A GOD DAMN MINUTE". he shouted at the door as he approached it, stumbling slightly as he went.

He unlatched the deadbolt and threw the door open. "Now what the fuck do y-"

He was expecting Hancock, but the face that greeted him was a different one altogether. Much warmer and friendlier in demeanor, although a clear worried expression plastered across it in the current moment. It was MacCready.

"Oh shit, um, hey Macr- um RJ, what are you doing here?"

RJ flashed a smile despite worry still dominating his expression overall. He had a cigarette in his mouth, but it was unlit, he pulled it out and started fidgeting with it as he answered.

"You have any idea what time it is boss man? I was starting to think you died on me or something. You're lucky I was able to sweet talk Clair into giving me your room number".

RJ's witty sarcasm was completely lost on Nate, who was currently having trouble even holding himself upright.

"You look like shit". RJ cut in rather bluntly, dropping the sarcasm to speak a bit more forwardly. "You uh, have a rough night?"

Nate recalled how they had left things the night prior, with him getting whisked away by Hancock. And the clear distate RJ had expressed over the whole thing. He definitely didn't want to delve into details.

"I um, I must have just had one too many at the Third Rail, you know how it is".

RJ darted his gaze at the end table inside Nate's room, and the empty Jet inhaler sat upon it.

"Right. One too many."

RJ paused briefly before continuing.

"Well hey, I just wanted to make sure you didn't totally check out on me. I'm sure you probably want to lay low and take it easy today, I get it. We can focus on our job tomorrow. If you're still up for it of course".

"Oh, yeah, of course. I'm good for it man, but yeah. I uh, I definitely think I need a day to get back in working shape."

"Glad to hear it!" RJ gave Nate another warm smile as he spoke "and hey, I'm still technically yours for the week, remember? That was our deal. So if you need me to get ya anything I'm happy to".

Nate finally brought himself to give RJ a smile in return as he replied "You know actually, I could definitely use some purified water if it's not too much trouble. And uh, some toothpaste if you can find it."

Nate reached out, grabbing a few caps out of a small hip bag that was sitting on top of the dresser by the door.

"Here" he urged the caps towards RJ "I'm not looking to put you out or anything".

RJ took the caps gladly.

"You got it boss. Be back soon. Just keep yourself out of trouble until I get back".

RJ gave a lighthearted laugh and turned around to leave. And Nate simply stumbled back to his bed and collapsed once again. He was so not ready to face this day. But at least now he would have something to look forward to.

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Nate had somehow fallen asleep again when a knock on the door woke him. It was much less aggressive than the pounding earlier, He guessed that RJ figured he could cool it a bit, now that he knew Nate wasn't dead.

He pulled himself out of bed and walked to the door. He was already feeling so much better, but he was sure looking forward to that cold, clean water. He threw the door open expectantly, but it wasn't RJ waiting for him there. It was Hancock.

There was a sudden shift in Nates mood.

"Look Hancock, whatever you're doing here. I don't want to play your games. Just get lost okay".

"Hey now brother, is that any way to talk to the mayor of this fair city. And after all I've done for you?" He flashed a wicked and teasing smile as he said that last bit.

Then, suddenly he seemed distracted by something down the hall.

"Oh, hey there MacCready" he said in his usual calm, cool tone.

Fuck, Nate thought, just what he needed.

"Hey." MacCready responded, the vitriol more than apparent in his voice "Didn't realize I had interrupted".

"Not at all, in fact, I was just leaving". Hancock then, without the slightest warning, pulled Nate forward and planted a long sucking kiss along his neck, leaving a deep red mark as he pulled away.

"See ya 'round, sweetheart." He said in a sultry tone as he turned and left down the hall.

Nate was kind of stunned by what just happed. He stood silent, hand up to the spot on his neck, for a fair moment until he remembered, shit, RJ had been standing there the entire time.

"Um, h-hey RJ, sorry about that, it uh, it's not"-

RJ cut in before he could finish "Don't worry about it boss. Really".

He said not to worry, but Nate could tell in his tone he wasn't happy about what he just saw. But you know what, fuck it. Whether it's some past beef he has with Hancock, or some shitty thinly veiled homophobia, Nate didn't want to deal with it right now.

"Here's your stuff. I even found toothpaste for you. But it wasn't cheap. So you know, we should probably get on that job soon so we can both cushion our pockets a little am I right?" RJ feigned a smile, but Nate could tell it wasn't all that genuine.

He took the paper bag of items out of RJ's hand and smiled back.

"Thanks again RJ. And yeah you're right. Honestly I'm already feeling way better, and it's starting to get dark, so I figured we could head there tonight, if your interested".

"Oh hel- um, heck yeah!" RJ said enthusiastic "Let's do this!"

The promise of completing this job and having a fat pile of caps to show for it seemed to return RJ back to his usual upbeat self, which Nate really enjoyed. Plus he didn't want to be here tonight. Part of him knew, or maybe even hoped, that Hancock was going to be coming back for him tonight, and he was still really confused about that whole situation, he didn't even want to touch it right now. He'd rather get out of here and get his mind off the whole thing.

"You want to come in? Give me a minute to get freshened up?" Nate asked, gesturing towards the interior of his room.

"Sure, but don't keep me in suspense." RJ said with a smile, his cocky and sarcastic tone now as prevelant as ever.

"Wouldn't dream of it" Nate quipped back stepping aside to allow RJ to enter and take a seat in the lounge chair at the corner of the room.

He then tucked into the bathroom, toothpaste in hand to clean himself up. He smelled like stale sweat, and the taste of Jet and Vomit was still lingering on his mouth. Every time he had to deal with the morning after a chem bender, he would tell himself he'd never do it again. But it was a lie every time. He turned on the shower and prepped his toothbrush, stepping into the water with it held in mouth.

Just as he'd said, he wasn't about to keep RJ in suspense. He made it quick, giving his teeth a good brush and his body a good rinse before stepping out. He dried off and pulled on his vault suit, and gave himself a final lookover in the mirror before heading out. His stubble was getting pretty ragged, he needed to shave. But now wasn't the time. He had more important things to take care of.

He stepped out and RJ was kicked back in the chair, the cigarette from earlier was back in his mouth, still unlit. Huh, interesting. He was reading a copy of Grognak the Barbarian that Nate had left sitting on the dresser.

"Oh hey! I hope you don't mind I helped myself to this." He said, holding the comic up slightly "I love these old comics. You hardly see them anymore. Where on earth did you score this?"

Nate smiled again, RJ was a comic book fan too huh? You learn something new every day.

"Um, Hubris Comics, the old store, not far from here actually. And hey, if you like that you should see my axe."

"Axe?" RJ responded his eyes widening "No shit- uh, no kidding? Like Grognak's axe?"

"I uh, I think it's just a replica" Nate responded taking a seat on the bed and beginning to pull on his boots "But it's cool nonetheless, and it packs quite the punch if you know what you're doing with it".

RJ laughed.
"Heh, better you than me pal. I'm not really the up close and personal type. I like to take 'em out from a distance, preferably before they even know I'm there".

"Sounds like we're a match made in heaven then huh?" Nate jested, as he stood once more, now fully ready to hit the road.
"Ready to get a move on?"

"Let's do it!" RJ responded excitedly, pulling himself up as well.

The two men headed out, Nate turning and locking up the door behind them as they left. They had just started to head out down the hall, when he spotted someone heading towards them. And he froze in his tracks, completely stunned.

Is that? No. It couldn't be.

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He locked eyes with the ghoul heading down the hall towards him and RJ. The ghoul stopped dead in his tracks with a look of first confusion, then sudden stunned realization.

"You, no, it can't be!" He spoke out as he approached the two men.

Nate took in his familiar looking attire and he had no doubt in his mind he knew who this was.

"Wait, are- are you with Vault-Tec?"

"Are you kidding me I AM vault tech! 20 years of faithful service and what did it get me!" His face fell into a solemn expression. "I wasn't on the list. I didn't get a spot in the vault. Now look at me, I'm a ghoul. A FREAK."

he held his eyes on Nates face, seemingly taking in every detail.

"But, look at you. 200 years, and you're still perfect! How's that possible!"

Nate glanced over at RJ who looked absolutely dumbfounded. He obviously knew Nate was a vault dweller, the suit made that clear, but he sure didn't know the details, and to say 200 years is a little past the average life expectancy would definitely be one hell of an understatement.

Nate focused his attention back to the Ghoul.
"Um yeah, the vault I was in, they put us in some kind of cryogenic deep sleep. I've essentially been frozen for the last 200 years. I actually just got out recently."

The ghoul looked stunned to hear this information, so Nate added to his statement.

"Wait, did- did you not know?"

"Of course not! Vault-Tec never told me anything of the sort. I can't believe it. Frozen for 200 years. You missed all the fallout from the war. All the downfall of our society. The collapse of the whole world..."

He paused and looked lost in thought for a moment.

"You have no idea how lucky you are."

Nate suddenly felt a pang on Empathy, he couldn't even imagine what that must have been like. Experiencing it all first hand, from the very moment the bombs fell. It must have been a living nightmare.

"I'm so sorry. You deserved better than that."

The ghoul looked at him again, genuine sadness gleamed in his eyes as he spoke.

"It's been hard you know. No one wants a ghoul with 20 years of Vault-Tec sales experience. What do I even do?"

Nate thought for a moment, but he knew he had just the solution.

"What if I had a place you could go? And a job I could give you?"

"Really?" The ghoul perked up "you'd do that for me?"

"Yeah" Nate responded with a comforting smile "It'd be nice having a familiar face around. You'd be heading to a place called sanctuary. It's a few days travel, but there's a caravan you can head there with that knows the way, they'll make sure you get there safely."

"Thats- well that's just great!" The ghoul exclaimed with a newfound joy in his voice "I'll head there right now! Thank you. Really."

He enthusiastically shook Nate's hand before the two discussed the details of travel and getting him setting up with work. They said their goodbyes and off he went down the hall to start his new life in Sanctuary.

"That's a nice thing you did." RJ said, smiling as he looked at Nate. "I'm starting to think I got real lucky getting paired up with you."

Nate let out a light laugh "I know it's going to sound crazy , but part of me feels like i had to. It's almost like...he's an old friend. Even though we only met once. He's probably the only other person I'll ever meet who was around before the bombs fell."

"Yeah, uh, I was gonna ask about that" RJ said nervously shifting the unlit cigarette from side to side in his mouth.
"You were alive before the war huh? That's wild. I always assumed you were multi generational ya know. Like the great great grandkid of someone they stuck in a Vault. But you were really there. Day 1."

Nate let out a breath before he delved into the details.

"Yeah. Actually, and uh, with having been on ice for so much of it, it really does feel like it was only months ago when those bombs dropped. I still remember exactly what it looked like out on the horizon."

"Wow." RJ stated, eyes wide in clear amazement "It must have really been something. Waking up and suddenly being thrown into...all of this" he gestures wildly as he spoke those final words.

"Yeah, it really was."
Nate found himself once again remembering the past he lost that day in the vault. Nora and Shawn.
"Hey let's get out of here. I'd hate to keep Bobbi waiting on us."

"Oh right!" RJ shifted his demeanor back to his normal sarcastic, playful self. Giving Nate a little salute as he spoke "after you sir!"

Nate led the way down the stairs and out the big main doors of the hotel, and before long they found themselves in a dark, decrepit alleyway just behind Daisy's General store. A few turns later and they stood before a sturdy looking steel door with a small peephole at the front. Nate knocked, and all but instantly a cold black eye popped up in the peephole.

"Oh good, it's you." The familiar deep smoky voice of Bobbi-no-nose rang out from behind the door. "And look at that, you brought company. I knew I could count on you."

The sound of multiple locks clicking open sounded from behind the door before it was swung open and the two men were ushered inside. Bobbi hastily locked the door back up behind them.

"You can't be too careful you know." she said playfully.

"MacCready. So good to see you again. Glad my new recruit here was able to track down someone of quality for this job."

"Hey Bobbi, always a pleasure." RJ smiled broadly as he shook Bobbi's hand "Plus I know you always pay real good. How could I turn it down."

Bobbi laughed.

"Well hey, if it's caps you're after, then this is the job for you. It's a big one, one of my biggest jobs yet. And it'll pay accordingly. 600 caps. EACH." She said confidently, knowing that was certainly an amount no one in their right mind would say no to. And while it pained Nate to think of the 300 caps he'd promised RJ coming out of his cut, he remembered RJs promise to hang by his side for an extra week and figured that in the long run, it'd probably be worth it.

They spent the next few hours going over every detail of the job at hand. They were to be digging a tunnel system that would lead under Diamond City, right to Mayor McDonough's private store room. It was sure to be loaded with all sorts of valuable shit, no wonder Bobbi was paying so good to see it done.

Nate had met McDonough while passing through Diamond City in his travels, and the guy was a total jackass. He definitely felt a real sick sense of enjoyment at the idea of ripping him off.

To say he was excited to start would be the understatement of the century.

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Nate and RJ woke up early the next morning to start the job. It was going to be quite the process. Starting with a Jailbreak to bust some guy named Mel out of the diamond city guard house. Unfortunately by the time they got there he'd already skipped town, Bobbi was pretty pissed to say the least. The good news though, more caps for Nate and RJ since there was one third of the split now out of the picture.

Bobbi ensured that the job was doable without him, it would just take longer. But she said she was in no rush, and she was willing to sweeten the deal a bit for their extra time, so that information was met with no complaints.

And take longer it did. As it was, they were now on day 5 of the digging. They'd taken to setting up camp in the tunnel to reduce the time spent backtracking in and out. Bobbi was staying in contact and was sure to let them know they were getting close. She told them it should only be one more day of digging, MAYBE two if they spent any time relaxing. Either way that promise of their work being nearly done felt really good, and they were currently set up in their modest little "camp" doing some celebrating.

"Hey pass me another one of those." RJ motioned at the cooler of Gwinnett Ales sitting next to Nate.

Nate pulled one out and handed it over.

"So you ready to be done with all this digging?" He asked, popping open another ale of his own.

"Boy am I, I'm fuc - uh, freaking sick of being down here." RJ responded, kicking back against the wall of the tunnel.

"Why do you do that?" Nate questioned.

"Hm?"

"Stop yourself from swearing I mean."

"Heh, I thought you'd never ask. You want the long or short of it?"

Nate chuckled "Give me the short I guess, maybe we'll get into the long stuff later".

"Well, when I came here to the Commonwealth. I left someone behind who depends on me, I promised when I left that I was gonna clean up my act. Start acting right. I guess kicking one bad habit felt like a good start to that. Still can't kick these things though".

He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it up. The orange glow illuminating his face in the dim lighting they sat in.

It seemed like RJ always had a cigarette in his mouth, lit or unlit. Nate was starting to wonder if it wasn't an oral fixation kind of thing. More than once he'd be looking at RJ, shifting that cigarette around with his tongue and think about wanting to put something else in his mouth.

There was definitely no denying RJ was a handsome guy. And Nate had definitely taken notice. Not to mention in their time spent together a few flirty quips had been thrown around, and it was hard to tell how much of it was just joking around, and how much was genuine.

RJ took a final drag before snuffing his cigarette out and taking another long swig from his beer.

"So what's the long story." Nate chimed in.

"It's a doozy, you really want all of it." RJ said, now laying back on his sleeping bag that was sprawled along the ground.

"Sure, we've got nothing but time right? Plus I'm invested now, you can't leave me hanging".

"Alright, alright. Well that person. The one who depends on me. It's my son. His names Duncan. Sweetest kid you'll ever meet. But...but he got sick. Real sick. No one really knows what's wrong with him, but we all know it's bad. I came to the commonwealth because I heard Med-Tek might have some kind of cure. And its- well, it's the only lead I have. I know I might be grasping at straws here. But right now, I'm willing to try anything".

Nate sat for a moment in stunned silence. What are the odds that trying to save their respective sons, happened to have brought them together.

RJ took note of the silence and spoke up "sorry to dampen the mood. I know that's pretty heavy, maybe I shouldn't have-"

"No! It's fine really!" Nate interjected "it's just, you're never going to believe this, but I'm out to save my son too."

RJ propped himself up on one elbow and shot a surprised look at Nate "No shit?" There was no attempt made to hold back that swear.

"Wait" RJ continued "aren't you like 200 years old? How's that work into things?"

"My son, Shawn, he was in the vault with me." He paused for a moment wondering if it was a good idea to continue where he was leading this conversation "My wife too. But, um, she didn't make it. She was killed there. And her killers kidnapped my son."

RJ leaned back down letting out a long breath "sheesh, and I thought I had problems. At least I know Duncan's safe, and well cared for. It must be so much harder for you, not even knowing where your boy is at. I'm really sorry."

Both men sat silent for a moment before RJ spoke up again. "That's another thing we have in common you know. I lost my wife too."

Nate noticed now that he had some tears welling up in his eyes, he brushed them away and sniffed "Match made in heaven right?" He said, trying to feign a tone of playfulness in his voice.

"I know it's crazy Boss, but maybe we're together for a reason, like fate or some crap. Maybe we're meant to help each other out."

Nate brushed the few lingering tears off his cheeks and stood up. "You know RJ when you start talking about fate, I know you've had too much to drink. What say we call it a night. Get a fresh start tomorrow. He threw himself down on the sleeping bag opposite the tunnel from RJ's.

"Yeah. You're right. I'm beat anyways. This digging is killing me. I can't wait to be done and get our payday. Then we can do whatever we want."

We. Nate held onto that word. Between that and the "this is fate" stuff, it was clear RJ planned on sticking around. And honestly more and more, Nate found himself really liking the idea of that.

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The next day rolled around and Nate and RJ stirred from their sleep. Both men had a bit of a hangover, but they pushed through it to get right into the work they still had left. They were both eager to be finished so they decided to make the most of this day.

The work was hard and they were both tired, but they continued to push through. Working tirelessly throughout the day only taking a couple short breaks for rest. Nate checked his pipboy. It was 11:00pm.

"Shit RJ it's getting pretty late, we should really call it a night".

"Are you kidding me? What if we're like this close." RJ held his fingers up, holding them close together as an indicator. "We can't stop now!"

"You know I love your enthusiasm man, but it's not like we're going to get word to Bobbi and get her down here tonight anyways, even if we do break through right? So let's just rest up and tomorrow will be our big day okay?"

"Alright, yeah yeah, fine. I get it. I'm just eager to get out of this friggin' hole."

"One more night down here won't kill you."

"Hey now you don't know that". RJ responded sarcastically.

The two men set up for the night, rolling out their sleeping bags along the ground.

"Hey we got any beers left?" RJ questioned.

"Just one, all yours if you want it." Nate motioned the bottle towards RJ.

"Eh, I think I'll pass. It's no fun drinking alone." He laughed.

RJ pulled out a cigarette from his coat pocket and placed it in his mouth. Though it went unlit. He shifted it back and forth nervously.

Nate noticed immediately. This was pretty typical behavior if RJ had something on his mind.

"Everything good RJ?"

"Um, yeah, all good." RJ said very unconvincingly.

There was a moment of silence and then RJ spoke once more.

"Actually that's bullcrap. I uh, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah? I'm all ears." Nate stood up and shuffled over, sitting himself down by RJ's side.

"What's the deal with you and Hancock." RJ prodded, eyes locked onto Nate's.

Nate felt his stomach drop. I guess in a way he knew this coming eventually. But another part of him just hoped RJ would have forgotten what he saw that day at the Rexford.

"It's nothing serious. If that's what you're asking. Me and him just had this- fling? I guess? Honestly I don't really know what to make of it myself. He's a hard guy to read."

"I was worried you'd say that." RJ said, his tone shifting to something that sounded almost remorseful.

"Look RJ if you're going to be wierd about me hooking up with another man maybe we shouldn't be-"

RJ cut him off before he could finish. "No! It's, uh, it's not that. I promise."

RJ took a deep breath before continuing "I just. I think I care about you man, you're a really good guy and, well, I just don't want to see that asshole run you into the ground."

"I can tell you're not his biggest fan RJ, care to fill me in on why you hate Hancock so much."

RJ reached up and pulled off his cap, running his other hand through his hair as he exhaled nervously.

"Look, you're not the first pretty face that's come through here who Hancock decided he wanted to have his way with."

Nate was stunned. Was RJ getting at what he thought? He could barely form words to make a response. He wasn't really sure how to handle this information.

"RJ, you're telling me..."

"Yeah. He did it to me too." RJ's tone sounded rather dejected as he spoke, his head hung low.

"I had no idea, shit, no wonder you acted the way you did."

"I just don't want to see him throw you aside once he's had his fun like he-" RJ stopped mid sentence, choking up slightly.

Nate placed a comforting hand on RJ's back.

"I'm sorry RJ. I- I didn't know."

RJ quickly wiped his eyes and sat upright, seeming to regain his composure.

"I just don't want to see you get hurt boss. You deserve better than that."

Nate scoffed "I don't know if I do."

"Hey don't you do that man, you definitely do. You deserve someone who actually gives a damn about you, you know, someone like-"
RJ paused again, obviously holding back as he likely already said more than he meant to.

"Like you." Nate chimed in. Finishing what RJ had started.

"Im-Im sorry" RJ stammered "that's- that's presumptuous as hell isn't it. I shouldn't have-"

Nate grabbed RJs face firmly in his hand stopping him mid sentence.

"RJ, just kiss me already."

Nate looked on as RJs skin flushed and his eyes widened. There was no response, at least no verbal response. Because that invitation was all RJ needed to throw himself forward, crashing his lips against Nate's.

Nate pushed a hand forward against RJ's chest. Pushing him down onto the sleeping bag below them, before taking his position above him and continuing their passionate kiss. Nate slid his hand up RJ's shirt, trailing his hand along RJ's slim, toned body as he went.

"Nnh, god damn, that feels good." RJ said, his body pressing into Nate's touch.

Nate was using his other hand to help free RJ from his jacket, followed by pulling his shirt up over his head. It was nice getting to see RJ like this. And he felt it only fair to return the favor, he tugged at the zipper of his vault suit, pulling it down around his waist.

"Damn boss, you're shredded." RJ said throwing his hands up to explore Nate's muscular torso.

Nate pushed him back down, pressing his body against him, the two men locked into another rough, demanding kiss and their hands wandered along each other's bodies. Nate couldn't help but take a hand and press it longingly against the growing bulge in RJ's pants.

RJ let out a soft moan.

Nate pulled out of the kiss to whisper in his ear "God I love the way you sound."

He fiddled with the zipper of RJ's pants, before pulling them down, allowing RJ's rock hard cock to spring forth. Nate grasped it in his hand and started stroking.

"Nnh! Ah, FUCK!" RJ cried out.

Hearing RJ swear like that, too caught up in the moment to hold it back drove Nate crazy.

Nate pulled back, taking a moment to remove his vault suit, leaving himself fully naked.

RJ was breathing heavily as he gazed at Nate. "Holy hell, we're really doing this aren't we?"

"Only if it's what you want." Nate responded.

RJ nodded before removing his pants the rest of the way. He then positioned himself in front of Nate on all fours.
"I'm all yours." He said lustfully.

Nate bit his lip in anticipation at the sight of RJ eagerly awaiting his cock. He spit into his hand and used it to slick his member, as well as RJ's rear entrance, sliding a finger in to warm him up.

"Nnn ah! Yes, I'm so ready" RJ purred sinfully "Give it to me good."

He certainly didn't have to ask twice. Nate pulled his finger out, and threw his hips forward. Sliding his length into RJ.

"Fuck! Yes! Ahh!" RJ cried out. Pushing his face down into the sleeping bag and gripping it in his hands.

Nate started thrusting, slowly at first, but kicking up his speed gradually as he went, until he found that perfect rhythm that had RJ gasping and panting below him. Nate felt himself getting close.

"Fucking hell RJ, you feel so good. I'm- I'm gonna-"

Nate tightened his grip on RJ's hips as he pulled him back into one final hard, deep thrust as he let loose, filling RJ with his cum.

RJ cried out "Ah! Ahhh! Nnnh"

Nate could tell from that shuddering moan that RJ had cum too. He pulled out and the two collapsed side by side, chests still heaving with heavy breaths.

"God damn RJ. That was amazing."

RJ reached over and ran a hand along Nate's chest.

"Hey you don't have to tell me, I was there." RJ quipped playfully.

Nate pulled RJ against his chest and ruffled his hair. "You think you're so funny don't you."

RJ snuggled against him, and before too long the two had fallen asleep. Just like that, still wrapped about each other, lingering in a well deserved moment of silence and intimacy, in an otherwise ruthless world.

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The next day came and the two men woke rather slowly. Taking their time to enjoy these extra moments held against each other. Especially knowing their work was nearly done, why not revel in their post intimacy morning a bit longer.

Finally Nate shifted his body, rolling over so he was on top of RJ and they were face to face.

"Mmm, morning sunshine." He said running a hand through RJ's messy morning hair.

"Morning sleepy head. I think we might have overslept a little huh?"

Nate leaned forward and gave RJ a long, lingering kiss. As he did RJ threw his arms around him running them along his back. Nate pulled out of the kiss and lifted himself up off the ground. Much to RJ's clear displeasure.

Upon catching his disappointed expression Nate spoke up. "You know I'd love to go for round 2 with you RJ, but we really do have work we gotta get done remember." He smiled warmly as he pulled his vault suit back on.

"God I hate that your right." RJ responded with familiar sarcasm in his voice. "But you better make it up to me."

Nate laughed. "Deal".

RJ got himself dressed as well and before long they were back to digging. But it wasn't much time at all before they broke through. They found themselves in what seemed to be a caved in basement of some sort of parking structure. They radioed Bobbi to let her know they'd made it, and in a few hours she had made her way down to meet them.

"Real good work boys! Real good indeed, I knew I could count on you two". Bobbi chimed out as she happily clapped both men on the back. "Now our target is just up from here then a short ways through this passage here." She held out a crudely drawn map and indicated their location and the location they were after.

The three of them then made their way together through the wreckage until they emerged in what seemed to be a warehouse interior of some kind. But they were not alone.

A heavily armored and heavily muscled woman greeted them as they entered, two gunmen at either side. "You really thought it was going to be that easy Bobbi. You're dumber than you look."

Bobbi scowled.

The woman continued. "And after Hancock was kind enough to put your sorry ass up in Goodneighbor for as long as he has".

Nate suddenly felt a pang of nerves at the mention of Hancock's name. What the fuck did this have to do with Hancock? He spoke up before Bobbi had any chance to. "Wait what does this have to do with Hancock."

The mysterious woman responded, but her words were directed at Bobbi as she spoke. "Oh Bobbi, you really didn't tell them?"

Nate turned to Bobbi, confusion now mixing with anger. "Tell us WHAT Bobbi" he said, no attempt to hide the spite in his voice.

"Okay, okay" Bobbi said throwing her hands up "you got me alright, we're not in Diamond City. And this isn't Mayor McDonough's private storeroom. It's Hancock's."

Nate was stunned. Fuck. He couldn't believe it. How could he have been tricked so easily. And how the fuck was he going to face Hancock again after this.

The mysterious woman spoke up again.
"Well, now that we're all on the same page how about you two just walk away and leave little miss no-nose here for me. I can just pretend I never even saw you."

Nate had knots in his stomach and anxiety churned in his brain like an animal writhing in a trap. He had to make a choice here, and fast. He knew he needed the pay Bobbi had promised, and even if they tucked tail and ran there's no promise this woman wouldn't just tell Hancock everything anyways. His choice was made.

"Actually" Nate cocked his shotgun "you're not leaving here alive" he glanced at RJ who gave a reassuring nod that he agreed this was the right choice, and the two dashed forth, guns blazing.

After a fairly high tension firefight between the two parties, finally it was over. The woman and her cronies were dead and Bobbi, RJ, and Nate all came out relatively unscathed, at least nothing some stimpacks and rest won't fix up.

"Thank you two. For sticking by me." Bobbi said, something that ALMOST resembled gratitude creeping into her voice. "And I'm sorry I lied about the job. I just wasn't sure you'd take it if you knew the truth. And I absolutely need something Hancock has stowed away here."

"You better be bumping up our pay for this Bobbi" RJ replied snarkily.

"Sure, sure, whatever. You'll get yours. But not untill after I've gotten mine. Follow me."

The two men followed Bobbi to a shipping container, as they entered it they found it rather well stocked with anything one might need. Caps, pre-war money, ammo, guns, food, and of course chems. Nate helped himself to whatever he could fit into his pack. I mean they'd come this far already and he wasn't about to leave empty handed. Bobbi went straight for a box of files sat upon a metal crate. She began flipping through them.

"Perfect. Just what I needed. Lots of good dirt on Hancock in here. Thanks again boys, this couldn't have gone better."

They finished scrounging through Hancock's private stash before heading out. It was dark and quite late, 1:45am according to Nate's pipboy, by the time they exited the building, but Bobbi assured it was in their best interest to go their separate ways before setting up camp. It would make it harder to piece things together if anyone found out about what happened. She payed the men their caps and took off into the night. Nate wondered if he'd ever see her again. Part of him really hoped he wouldn't.

Nate and RJ found a decently in tact little shack to set up in for the night before heading back to Goodneighbor. All Nate's stuff was still held up in his hotel room, plus he needed to restock on some stuff and Goodneighbor was still the closest proper town to do so.Though it would be strange going back. Especially now that Nate had inadvertently screwed over Hancock. But as far as he knew Hancock had no way of tracing it back to him. Right? So maybe, just maybe he was in the clear.

But there was the other issue at hand as well. RJ. Nate knew going back to Goodneighbor would mean facing Hancock one way or the other. And what if he still wants to pursue their physical relationship? Would Nate want to do that to RJ. Would RJ be pissed, would he even care. What exactly was the standing on THEIR relationship anyways. Fuck, this whole thing felt like such a mess.

"You got a lot on your mind boss?"
RJ's words cut through Nates ever racing mind and he finally realized just how zoned out he'd been thinking about everything.

"You're worried he's gonna find out aren't you?"

Nate swallowed hard.
"Yeah. I am".

"I'll level with you here. I am too. Hancock is definitely the type of guy to hold a grudge. And what we did was pretty big."

They remained silent for a beat as they both pondered the repercussions of their actions.

"Fuck him" Nate finally chimed in. "Even if he does somehow find out, we'll figure a way out of it. We'll be okay RJ I promise. Plus Med-Tek is a long way from Goodneighbor, so I doubt he'd send anyone that far to find us."

"Wait, did you say Med-Tek?" RJ said, a mix of shock and confusion in his voice.

"Oh, um, we'll I just figured, seeing as how we're traveling together anyways, and well, it's obviously important you get that cure, you know, for Duncan and I just-"

Nate was cut short by RJ pulling him into a sudden, tight hug. Nate could feel on his cheek that there were tears in RJ's eyes.

"Thank you Nate. Thank you so so fucking much" he choked out "you have no idea how much this means to me."

Nate suddenly realized RJ had never called him by his name before. It really drove home just how important this was to him. He held RJ for a good long while as he fought back the tears. And he realized something. It felt pretty fucking good to care about someone again.

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It was a decent day's trip back to Goodneighbor, especially with the run in they had with a roaming pack of feral ghouls. They made it out okay of course, those ferals were always a breeze to take care of. But between that and just taking their time chatting and bullshitting as they went, it was already dark by the time they came around to the Hotel Rexford.

Clair gave them a friendly-ish wave as they entered and headed up the stairs.

"Want to wait for me in your room? I just have to gather my things up, but you can get a little rest in before we head out if you want." Nate said nodding his head in the direction of RJs room.

"Yeah boss, that sounds great. Take your time, I'm in no rush, really."

The two then split ways, Nate heading to his room and RJ to his.

RJ was feeling pretty tired still, all that digging had his muscles sore as hell, and he hadn't gotten the best sleep out in that run down shack. Maybe getting a little sleep in before they left wasn't the worst idea. In fact, maybe he ought to let Nate know they could just stay one more night and head out tomorrow. I mean sleeping in a proper bed for a night would be nice before making the journey to Med-Tek. And the chances Hancock would be any trouble in just ONE night seemed slim to none.

He decided that would be for the best. He walked to the door, with every intention to go tell Nate the new plan, but as soon as he touched the handle, there was a knock. Hm? No way Nate was done packing already.

He opened the door and his heart sank. It was Hancock, lit cigarette in his hand. And he didn't look happy.

Hancock pushed his way through the door, slamming it behind him, before RJ had a chance to speak.

"You really thought I wouldn't find out huh?" He took an aggressive drag from his cigarette.

RJ swallowed hard. Fuck. He knew.

"You thought you could just rip me off and get away with it? Kill my bodyguard and have no consequences? Huh? I knew you were stupid but not that fucking stupid."

RJ recoiled slightly at Hancock's harsh words.

"And to top it all off, you just had to go and screw my new flame, didn't you?"

RJ was particularly caught of guard by that statement.

"W-wait how did you know about that!" He stammered out nervously.

Hancock laughed coyly. "You know I didn't actually, it was just a hunch. But thanks for confirming it for me." He took another drag of his cigarette, much cooler and slower this time.

RJ's face blushed bright red. How could he walk right into Hancock's play like that. He really was fucking stupid. And Hancock was getting exactly what he wanted. Just like always.

Hancock took a few steps forward closing the gap between him and RJ.

"You know, I really thought I was done with you, but looks like you're not done with me are you? You wanted my attention that badly, you've got it kid."

RJ couldn't bring himself to make eye contact, he stared at the floor as he spoke. "Fuck you." There was a bite to his words that was clear as day.

"Oh fuck me huh? No kid, fuck you."

And then Hancock rushed RJ pressing him into the wall behind them. He had one arm pressed against RJ's neck and his other hand immediately found it's way to the front of RJ's pants, grabbing at his cock through the fabric.

RJ let out a slight involuntary moan as he grasped at the arm against his neck. "Don't!" He managed to choke out.

Hancock smiled and blew a puff of cigarette smoke into RJ's face as he squirmed against him.

RJ coughed through the smoke as he struggled. It was absolutely no secret that he wasn't the strongest guy. He was a sniper. not a hand to hand combatant. He was absolutely outmatched by Hancock and he knew it.

"C'mon MacCready, don't make this harder than it needs to be." Hancock said, pulling the front of RJ's pants down so his cock was fully exposed.

Despite really wishing he could hold it back, he just couldn't, and RJ was already starting to get hard.

"I thought you were sick of me".
RJ said with venom in his words.

"You know that's the funny thing about me kid, I just can't kick my bad habits."

Hancock pulled RJ back before pushing him down onto the bed, he scrambled to try to get up, but he wasn't quick enough. Before he could find a footing, Hancock was already on top of him, pulling at his clothes.

Hancock pressed the glowing red end of his cigarette into the bare flesh of RJ's stomach, snuffing it out before tossing it to the floor. A sudden hot sear of pain shot through RJ's body as he cried out.

"Fuck! Ah! Stop it!"

"Now MacCready, do you really want me to stop?" Hancock said into RJ's ear as he pressed his body against him..

RJ was silent. Part of him really did want this to stop. He hated feeling like Hancock had this power over him, especially now, with Nate in the picture, he wasn't sure he could stand facing him if he let this happen. But his body was accepting to every movement Hancock made, and it felt really fucking good. He couldn't think straight and he sure as hell couldn't put together words.

"That's what I thought." Hancock continued, obviously taking RJs silence as an answer.

RJ pushed against him, but it was no use, Hancock was pretty strong and he kept RJ held down with no problem, even as he used one hand to pull out his own rock hard erection.

"I want to hear you say it."
Hancock purred seductively
"Tell me you want it."

RJs brain was racing and his emotions were fighting against pure unbridled lust. But in the position he was in, the growing sensations running through his body won out against any kind of rational thought.

"I-I want it." He finally said, almost in a whisper as if trying to hide it even from himself.

"That's right." Hancock smiled sinfully, before swiftly pulling RJ's pants off the rest of the way, and hoisting RJ's legs up over his shoulders.

He held his hand out towards RJ's face.
"Spit".

RJ felt a sudden rush of shame, but he still followed Hancock's instructions, spitting into his hand. Hancock used the spit to slick his cock and then in a sudden powerful thrust, he pushed himself into RJ's ass.

"Nng! Ahh!" RJ moaned as Hancock thrusted, hard, fast, and ruthless. There was no tenderness or longing like there was with Nate. This was something totally different. This was hate fucking and RJ knew it.

"You know you like taking my cock. And Don't you dare forget it again." Hancock said, before leaning forward and trailing his tongue in a long, slow lick from RJ's chest, all the way up to his cheek.

RJ could feel himself getting close. And then he felt Hancock's hand wrap around his throat. RJ used to love when Hancock would choke him like this. That moment of losing air and the headrush it brought when you finally came was incredible. Hancock's grip tightened and RJ was barely able to choke out his next words.

"Fuck yes. That- nng- ah! Ahhh!"
RJ couldn't hold back any longer, his orgasm was explosive and incredible as his cum shot out across his stomach and chest. Hancock's own orgasm followed immediately, shooting his load up inside RJ as he gripped his thighs tightly.

Hancock pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. He leaned forward, tightly grabbing RJ's face in his hand pulling it close to his own.
"That there was the first step in paying me back, got it. But don't think I'm done with you just yet".

And with that he turned and left. Leaving RJ rather dejected, panting for breath and head stirring with shame and regret. RJ knew he had just made a huge mistake, but it was too late to take it back now. And how the fuck was he going to face Nate again after what he just did.

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RJ had barely moved since Hancock left. He laid in the bed for probably 45 minutes hardly able to process what had just happened. Finally he got up and pulled on some clean clothes. He didn't want Nate to come in and see him like this. He tried to pull it together for both of their sakes.

Then the moment of truth was upon him. The knock on the door came and it was swung open to Nate's smiling face. Seeing Nate happy only made RJ feel worse, because he knew if he had any idea what just happened it would all be gone in an instant.

"Alright! I'm all set if you still wanted to hit the road tonight!"

Nate looked at RJ's solemn expression and his face fell slightly.

"Hey is everything okay?"

RJ was silent and Nate took a moment to actually take in his surroundings. The room was definitely amiss as if there had been a scuffle of some kind. A half smoked cigarette laid on the floor, and it wasn't like RJ to waste a good smoke. And then he noticed the marks on RJ's neck. They were slight, but the bruises were definitely beginning to form and Nate felt a surge of fear and sadness that something must have happened.

"RJ, what happened. Y-your neck. Did someone hurt you?"

He took a couple steps towards RJ reaching his hand out towards his neck.

RJ still remained silent. There weren't enough words in the world to sort out what he was thinking, or what he was feeling. But he instinctively pulled away from Nate's outstretched hand. Somehow the idea of Nate giving him any kind of real affection right now put a pit in his stomach. He felt like he didn't deserve it.

"Shit." Nate ran his hand down his face, finally grasping the situation at hand. "It was Hancock wasn't it? He found out somehow didn't he. I swear I'm going to kill him."

RJ slumped down onto the bed and finally he spoke up.
"Yeah he knows...about everything."

Nate was clearly trying to keep the mood light and not let RJ get too upset.

"Well you know, fuck him, right. We're leaving anyways. And there's no way he's going to-"

"Stop Nate."

"W-what. RJ."

"Stop trying to act like everything is fine okay. It's not fucking fine!"

The abrupt unrestrained swear left Nate stunned. RJ was in a really bad place and he could see that now.
"RJ I'm so sorry. I should have been here. I should never have let him hurt you."

"It's too late okay. We can't just leave now. We have to figure this sh- crap out okay. Hancock isn't going to let us walk away from this one. Don't you get that."

"I just thought.. "

"Yeah well. You thought wrong. Just go okay. I'm tired."

Nate couldn't form a response past the lump that had settled in his throat. RJ really wanted him gone. And there was no denying that it stung. He thought they'd grown pretty close. But maybe that was just wishful thinking. He suddenly felt really stupid for letting not one, but two guys here use him for sex then push him aside. That thought made him suddenly angry and he lashed out before he could really think.

"Fine! I'm out of here then, and you can go to hell!" He slammed the door loudly on his way out. He immediately regretted snapping like that. But he was so sure RJ actually gave a fuck about him and now what? It all meant nothing? That's bullshit.

Hancock.

All of this is his fault. Things were fine until he decided RJ had to pay the price for what happened. Why the fuck did he go after RJ anyways? Nate had been front manning the operation and that seemed to be pretty obvious. Why not come and fuck him up instead. His mind was made up. He had to go and give Hancock a piece of his mind. He was done playing games.

He didn't even give a second thought about the fact that it was nearly 2am. The rage, mixed with sadness, mixed with confusion was throwing him into a fit he couldn't break away from, not until he layed it all out on the line with Hancock, and told him to stay the fuck away from RJ. He didn't even care if he might have already ruined things with RJ and that relationship was dead in the ground. He wasn't going to let Hancock hurt him again.

He knew there would be neighborhood watchmen posted both out and inside the Old State House. But he had a secret weapon up his sleeve. Psycho. He'd only done this specific chem once, that was enough for him. He kind of hated the feeling it gave him, especially on the come down. But he needed to be strong and fucking unstoppable if he was going to fight his way up to Hancock.

The next few minutes were a blur of bloodied fists and the sound of cracking bone. He hadn't intended to kill anyone tonight, but the second that Psycho entered his blood stream he wasn't really in control. He felt pretty certain at least a couple of these watchmen weren't making it through the night. Finally the big double doors to Hancock's private quarters stood before him and he kicked them in easily with the boost he was still feeling in every muscle in his body.

"COME OUT NOW YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Nate yelled, practically frothing at the mouth.

Hancock rounded the corner pulling a robe on over his otherwise nude body.
"Yeah, yeah, you got my attention. Ever heard of knocking? Might want to try that next time?"

Hancock met Nates eyes as he approached and a slick smile broke across his face.
"Psycho? Really? I'm surprised you'd go through that much trouble for little old me."

Hancock was surprisingly calm and collected all things considered, and it only made Nate more pissed. The psycho had brought every ounce of rage boiling to the surface and he couldn't hold it back if he tried. He pulled out the knife he had tucked in his waistband as he lunged at Hancock, pressing the blade against his neck, a small bead of deep red forming at it's tip.

"You think I won't do it. Your wrong. Dead FUCKING WRONG!"

Hancock threw his hands up in a surrender.
"Okay, easy there sweetheart. Don't go making any hasty decisions you're gonna regret".

"Don't you fucking talk to me like that!" Nate pulled the blade away and threw his hands up to his face before letting out a frustrated scream. What was he doing. Was he really going to kill Hancock. No. He was angry and hurt and way too fucked up to make a proper decision. How could he be so rash, it was so unlike him.

"Here brother."
Hancock grabbed Nate's arm and pulled him over to the couch where he sat him down.
"Why don't you take a few more minutes to wind down and then we can talk."

Hancock left briefly, returning with a glass of ice water which he ushered in Nate's direction. Nate narrowed his eyes and snatched the glass quickly, downing it in a few quick gulps. His body felt like it was on fire and the water really helped.

"I don't need your fucking pity, okay". He spoke out to Hancock.

"Good because I'm fresh out of pity to give. Believe me, even if you think you've hit pure rock bottom, I've seen worse. I've DONE worse".

They sat in silence for a moment before Hancock continued.

"Look I know why you're here. Think you're going to be his knight in shining armor huh? Slaying the big bad dragon before whisking him away and living happily ever after?"

Nate felt his face flush. Was it that fucking obvious? He had hoped he wouldn't have to face the conflicting feelings he was dealing with between RJ and Hancock and everything he'd been through with both of them. But it looked like he wouldn't be so lucky.

"He didn't rat you out or anything, if that's what you're wondering. But I saw the bruises. I know you attacked him."

Hancock raised an eyebrow for only a moment, he held his composure easily despite being caught of guard, MacCready really hadn't told Nate what actually happened? How...interesting.

"Right, I...attacked him. Just like you attacked my bodyguard and stole my shit."

"Why him? Did you not know that the whole thing was my idea? That I was PAYING him to be there? Why not kick my ass huh?"

Hancock laughed "because I thought going after MacCready would stick it to you way more than fucking you up. And it looks like I was right. Besides me and him have a complicated history, I felt the need to clear up some... personal issues."

Nate suddenly felt another surge of anger as he remembered the look on RJ's face when he told Nate about how Hancock used him. It made him pissed to think Hancock would be rubbing salt in those old wounds.

"Give me a chance to pay you back." Nate regretted the words the second they left his mouth, was he really going to bargain with Hancock right now? Fuck it, Yes he was. He needed to. He didn't have any other choice. "for everything we took, and then some, if that's what it takes. Just leave RJ out of it okay."

"RJ." Hancock scoffed "that's real cute."

Nate swallowed hard, but he held his ground, he wasn't going to let Hancock's snide comments shake him down.

"Give me an answer Hancock."

"Alright alright. There's 3 things I'm going to need from you".

Nate kept a stone cold expression as he nodded in agreement.
"Okay, let's hear it".

"First thing. 1000 caps. And I'm assuming you can't pay that up front, so there's gonna be interest too if you take your sweet ass time getting it."

"Consider it done."

"Second. You're going to find that lowlife bitch Bobbi-no-Nose and put her in the fucking ground. She took something from my storeroom I can't have floating around, and I need to make sure that information dies with her, got it."

Nate's stomach churned at the thought of turning on Bobbi like that, but at the same tume, it had been her who lied to him and got him into this shit in the first place, so what choice did he have.

"Okay. She's as good as dead. What's next?"

Hancock stood up and walked over to Nate, pulling the ties of his robe so it fell open exposing his toned body and now semi-hard cock.

"You're going to keep doing for me what it is that you do best."

Nate clenched his teeth. He couldn't stand the idea of fucking Hancock right now. But what he couldn't stand more was the idea of never being free of this screw up of his. Of RJ never being free of it. So he decided he would do it. After all Hancock was right. It really was what he was best at. It was all he had left.

And with one final word he had locked himself into Hancock's little deal.

"Fine".

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Nate choked as Hancock pushed the back of his head against his cock. Forcing Nate's mouth down the entire length. 

"Mmmm, fuck's sake that's good."
Hancock moaned, tightly gripping a handful of Nate's hair.

Suddenly and without any warning other than a louder than usual moan, Hancock came, filling Nate's throat as he struggled to swallow.

Hancock pulled away and tied his robe back in place. Nate stood wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his vault suit as he turned to leave.

"Hey now sweetheart, what's the big hurry huh?"

Nate looked back, a clear look of displeasure on his face.

"I just figured you got what you wanted right? Aren't we done here?"

Hancock laughed "man you really are a slut aren't you? Barely have the taste of me out of your mouth before you want to run off and fuck MacCready huh?"

Nate tensed, just hearing RJ's name on Hancock's mouth made him feel unreasonably angry.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about Hancock! Just shut the fuck up okay!"

Hancock's expression fell slightly.

"Listen brother. That psycho is still in your system. I could feel the tension in your jaw. And just listen to yourself. You know I'm right."

Nate was silent. Hancock WAS right. but he didn't want to admit it.

Hancock continued "look I know I'm an asshole. But that doesn't mean I'm gonna let you wander the streets while you're fucked up and make bad decisions okay."

They were suddenly interrupted by a pounding on Hancock's door.

"Speaking of your bad descions."

Hancock stood and went to open the door. One of his watchmen, a ghoul, was stood in the entrance, hand gripped against his clearly dislocated shoulder.

"Mayor! Are you okay! He-he got passed us! I don't know how! He wasn't even armed!" 

"Listen Danny, I've got it under control okay. Go get yourself and the others taken care of. Dr. Amari might not do much medical work professionally anymore, but she'll patch you up if you tell her I sent you okay."

The ghoul looked in at Nate his expression a mix of shock and fear.

"B-but Mayor. This guy KILLED Randall."

Hancock glanced back, making eye contact with Nate.

"Did he now? Well. I'll make sure he pays for it okay. Just get you and the others fixed up. Leave this to me."

The ghoul narrowed his eyes at Nate but nodded in approval at Hancock. 

"Should I get your B team ready for a watch? Since we're all out of commission?"

"I'll be okay tonight. And they're already on queue to be here tomorrow morning. Just worry about yourself okay."
Hancock put a reassuring hand on the ghoul's good shoulder.

"Right okay Mr. Mayor. Just be careful."

The ghoul turned and left, with Hancock shutting the door behind him.

"You're sleeping here tonight. That shit should be out of your system by tomorrow morning."

Nate was taken aback by the conversation continuing so casually after the news of him killing one of Hancock's boys.

"Aren't you going to do anything?"

"About you killing Randall. No. I'm not. I've told you before. I've done some deplorable shit before because I was too fucked up on chems. I know that wasn't you. It was the Psycho. Besides, those guys know what they're signing up for. There's always a risk."

Nate let out the breath he was holding back nervously.

"Now. You get some sleep." Hancock pointed at Nate demandingly as he spoke, but there was a slight air of softness and concern to his voice.

"Aren't you going to sleep too? It's so late?"

"Me? Nah. I've already had a solid couple hours. Plus I'm still not entirely sure you ain't gonna knife me in the back as soon as i fall asleep." Hancock had produced a cigarette from his nightstand and was lighting it as he continued the conversation.

"You can take my bed. I already know you sleep pretty comfortably there." There was the slightest tone of playfulness is those words as he spoke them.

Nate scowled.
"Yeah, and how do I know you aren't going to kill me in my sleep huh?"

Hancock laughed.
"I guess you'll just have to take my word for it that I like you a lot better alive than dead. I don't wanna kill you Nate." He took a long slow drag of his cigarette.

Nate pondered over what to do for a moment. He was grinding his teeth excessively, almost involuntarily, due to the lingering Psycho in his system.

Suddenly his thoughts were cut short by Hancock gently placing a hand against his cheek.

"Relax your Jaw. You're going to fuck up your teeth. Not to mention have a headache from hell tomorrow if you keep that up."

Nate drew a deep breath and tried his hardest to release some of the tension in his body.

"Better?" Hancock questioned.

"Um...a little yeah. Thanks."

"Sleep."
Hancock again gestured towards his bedroom while speaking somewhat demandingly. Nate figured he should just do it. He was fucking exhausted anyways.

"Yeah yeah, okay. I'm going."

Nate turned and headed for the bed. It did feel exceptionally nice to be sleeping in a comfortable, pretty nice bed after all that time down in the tunnel. Sleep came easy, and before long Nate was out like a light.

Hancock cracked the door ever so slightly and took a good look at the sleeping Nate.

What a fucking idiot. But you're sure a handsome idiot, ill give you that. 
Hancock thought
What am I going to do with you huh?

The next morning Nate woke up feeling like hell froze over. He wasn't even able to get himself to his feet before he immediately threw up over the side of the bed. His vomit splattering across the wooden floor below him.

"Fuck! Ahhhhhn my fucking head"

Hancock heard the commotion and came bursting in.

"Hey hey brother don't you worry about that. This floors seen worse. Lay back. If you stand up too fast you're going to pass out."

Nate did as Hancock requested.

"My head feels like it's going to split in two."

"I know, I know. Here. Try this."
Hancock reached out a beer bottle towards Nate.

Nate looked at him with clear confusion, as alcohol was the last thing he possiby would have wanted right now.

Hancock chuckled.
"Not to drink. It's cold, been on ice. Try holding it against your head and neck a little. I always find that helps."

Nate pressed the cold bottle against his forehead and immediately felt some much appreciated relief.

"Wow. That really does help."

"See. I know what I'm doing sometimes."

Nate laughed weakly.
"Ah. Ow."

"Easy. Don't overdo it. Just rest for a while longer. It's still early. Unless you've got somewhere to be."

Nate thought of RJ for a brief moment. He did want to go see him, let him know he didn't have to worry about Hancock anymore. But then he remembered how he'd left things. How unreasonable he'd been acting when he left.

"No... nowhere. I'll stay a little longer. If that's okay."

"Of course. Stay as long as you like. I'll get this mess cleaned up. You get some rest."

Hancock left to get something to clean the floor with, leaving Nate alone with his thoughts. There was too much on his mind to deal with right now. So instead he focused on exactly what Hancock had asked him to. Getting some much needed rest.

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Nate stirred awake. He was groggy and out of it still. But in contrast to how he felt when he first woke up, he felt like a million bucks. He glanced over at his pipboy that was still sat on the bedside table. 5:45. PM.

Jesus
Nate thought
Did I really sleep all day?

"Finally decided to join the living eh?"

Nate jumped, part of him had half forgotten he was still at the old State House. With Hancock. The sudden addition of his cool raspy voice in the room definitely brought Nate back down to earth. He stood leaned against one arm in the doorframe, eyes locked on Nate.

"Shit. Sorry. I- uh- I really didn't mean to put you out all day like this Hancock."

"Don't sweat it for even a second okay. Just because you got tricked into screwing me over, doesn't mean I ain't gonna do for you what I can, when I KNOW you need it. You got me?"

"Right... um. Thank you. For everything. You could have thrown me out on my ass last night. And you didn't. That um... it means a lot to me okay."

Hancock waved a hand dismissively. "Okay. Okay, Don't go getting all sappy on me."

Nate smiled and laughed, that was good enough of a "you're welcome" as he would be getting from Hancock and he knew it.

Hancock spoke out in return.
"And hey, Thank you. For actually getting the rest you needed when I told you to. You did real good."

Nate zeroed in on the words "you did real good" and he felt a pang of arousal shoot through him. Damn it all. Why did he have to be such a sucker for those words of praise when they were coming from Hancock's mouth.

He realized how quiet he'd been for a moment too long. 

"Uh. Right. Yeah. Of course."
He bunched the bedsheet up over his lap to hide his sudden arousal.

"I'm sure I don't have to tell you that you and Psycho probably aren't a good match. Might wanna steer clear from that shit from now on yeah?"

Nate chuckled "yeah, believe me if I never have another drop of it in my veins for the rest of my life it'll still be too soon."

The corner of Hancock's mouth turned up in a smile "That's a good boy".

Nate's cock jumped up in excitement at his favorite term of endearment.

Fucking hell.
He thought
He's gotta be doing this shit on purpose.

Hancock still stood leaned against the door frame, his arm raised above his head, pulling his shirt so just the slightest sliver of midriff was exposed. He looked good like that. Nate felt his erection growing harder, and he started to worry he wasn't going to be able to stop himself from doing something he would regret.

Hancock let out a short huff of laughter "Y'know it's impolite to stare."

"Oh fuck. I'm sorry. I'm just still a little out if it. Brain's not all there yet."

"Mm-hm sure" Hancock said, voice heavy with sarcasm, as he took a few steps towards Nate leaning himself over the bed.
"That why you're trying so desperately to hide that hard on of yours?

Nate felt his face flush.
FUCK. 
"U-um-well..."

"Don't be so nervous Nate. I'm not gonna try and fuck you."

"W-what?"

"Not right now anyways. You really put yourself through the wringer last night you know that? You need to shower, and you need a proper meal. The LAST thing you need is burning yourself out through...strenuous activity. Even if I myself would very much appreciate that right now."

"Uh. Um. Yeah. You're right."

" 'Course I am. Now get outta here. Go take care of yourself okay."

Nate stood up and stepped into his vault suit, which he couldn't help but notice had been cleaned at some point through the day. He pulled the zipper up, trying his best to manage his still partially stiff cock. And he fitted his pipboy back into its usual spot on his wrist.

"Thanks again Hancock."

"Yeah, yeah. Just go. Before I change my mind about fucking your brains out."

Nate's pulse quickened at the thought. But he turned to leave regardless, knowing it was definitely what was best for him right now.

"Oh and Nate."

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget our little deal."

As Nate walked the streets of Goodneighbor making his way back to the Hotel Rexford he kept thinking of what he just got himself into. 1000 caps. Jesus. How was he going to get that together. And how was he even going to go about finding Bobbi again. Let alone taking her out.

This was a real fucking mess he'd gotten himself into. And he had absolutely nothing to show for it as every cap he made was going right back to Hancock.

But he did have something to show for it.

RJ.

Nate was kicking himself internally.
Why'd I have to be such an asshole when I left huh?

As he approached the hotel he felt as if the world itself were responding to his thoughts. RJ was stood outside, leaned against a wall having a smoke.

Nate hadn't acrually been planning on going to him, not yet anyways. He felt like he had fucked up too badly for RJ to give him the time of day just yet. But it's not like he could just walk on by without saying anything.

"Hey...RJ."

RJ turned his head, and as he did the cigarette dropped from his mouth. He rushed up to Nate, placing a hand on either shoulder.

His voice wavered slightly as he spoke.
"Nate! Christ! I'm so glad you're here. I-I thought maybe- I mean when you didn't come back last night. I-I-"

Nate pulled RJ into a tight embrace.
"I know RJ. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. For everything."

RJ suddenly became very aware of a few drifters casting stares their way.

"Hey why don't we head inside to talk."

Nate Smiled. This was already going better than he could have hoped. But he wanted to do everything he could to make things right.

"Yeah, let's go."

Nate kept a hand on RJ's back as they headed up to Nate's room. He didn't want to break away. Just touching RJ felt so good right now. Like he could actually fix things. Which was all he wanted.

He wanted it more than anything.

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The door shut behind the two men as they entered Nate's room at the Rexford. And suddenly Nate felt almost trapped. It was like being back in the war when you're stuck in a room with a live grenade. Only the grenade in question was his crushing fear that he was going to fuck up and say the wrong thing yet again.

Luckily RJ was first to break the silence.

"Listen. I'm Sorry... about last night. I'm sorry I acted like that."

Nate couldn't help but let out a huff of nervous laughter. "Wait what? Are you kidding me. YOU'RE sorry. Fuck that RJ. You don't have a thing to apologize for. I'm the one who was acting like a jackass. I shouldn't have said what I did. I was a jerk. And I'M SORRY."

RJ laughed lightly. "I guess we both kinda screwed things up didn't we?"

Nate opened his mouth to respond but RJ continued before he could.

"Look I just- when you didn't come back all day long, I thought maybe Hancock had gone too far you know. I thought... I really thought you might be dead. And you have no idea how much it tore me up thinking you might be gone, and the last thing I would have done was tell you to get lost."

"RJ..."

"-so please. Just accept my damn apology will ya?"

Nate smiled. Happy to see a glint of RJ's signature sarcasm returning. "Alright, you got it. Apology accepted."

"You too boss. Let's just get past this okay. I ain't looking to ruin a good thing."

Nate continued smiling and took a step forward to close gap between him and RJ. He wanted so badly to kiss him again. To show how much he still cared. But RJ threw up a hand pushing against Nate's chest as he approached.

"Hey easy there big guy. I'm glad we're back on track and all, but you look like crap, and you smell worse. Rough night out there in the lawless streets of Goodneighbor I'm assuming. Let's get you a shower before we get all touchy feely yeah?"

"Fuck, you're right. I'm sorry."

"Hey now. I thought we were past apologies." RJ smirked. The witty sarcasm bringing another smile to Nate's face. It felt good having RJ back like this, back to his usual self.

"Sure, sure. Just, uh, don't go anywhere okay. I'll be quick."

Nate headed towards the bathroom and started the water running, taking a quick moment to look himself over in the mirror. He really did look rough. He might have had Psycho on his side when fighting Hancock's guards, but they certainly got their fair share of hits in, and he was sporting a rather glaring black eye. He also really needed a shave. What had been stubble before heading out for the job nearly a week ago was now full blown scruff.

He grabbed the razor that was sat on the edge of the sink and got to work, making a quick and easy task of it, leaving his face once again clean shaven. It's amazing how he still managed to look rather handsome despite having had the shit beat out of him the night before. He was glad he could clean up his look a bit before having a proper reunion with RJ.

He stepped into the shower and the hot water streaming down along his sore muscles felt almost euphoric. It's amazing how much tension your body holds on too when you're high on something like Psycho. It felt really good to be letting that tension wash away.

Suddenly the calm of his shower was cut off by a voice on the other side of the shower curtain.

"Um. Hey boss. You uh ... you mind if I join you?"

Nates heart jumped at the unexpected offer.

"Of course! I mean- um, yes. Please."

Nate could hear the sounds of RJ hurriedly undressing. The soft clinking of metal buckles hitting tile floor. The rustle of fabric against skin. And the sound of heavy boots being thrown haphazardly amongst the room. And finally the shower curtain slid back and RJ stepped in. Nate gazed longingly as the water flecked along his bare chest, eyes following the droplets as they formed and rolled down along every inch of his body. Beautiful. Nate could sit here and stare all day.

"Hey you shaved." RJ remarked.

"Oh, uh yeah. I really needed it didn't I."

"I dunno boss. I kind of liked the rugged look. Made you look dangerous."

"Wait really?"

RJ laughed. "Sure. But you know, you're good like this too."

"Just good?" Nate jested with a faint smile forming on his face.

"Nah. Better. You're hot as hell." He swiftly closed the distance between him and Nate. Reaching a hand up and lacing his fingers into Nate's dark hair pulling his head down into a deep and needy kiss. Nate placed his hands on RJ's back, gently at first, but then with added force, pulling him close enough that his hard, growing erection pressed firmly against RJ's hip.

RJ pulled out of the kiss with a light moan.
"Mmnn boss, that feels good."

"Yeah? You like that?" Nate said breathily, pushing his head down into RJ's neck to place a few rough, demanding kisses along it.

"Hey why don't we move this to the bed huh?" RJ said, running a hand along Nates chest, lingering for a moment just above his navel.

"Yeah. Yeah, let's go." Nate was beyond ready. He could barely contain himself as the two men stepped out of the shower, wrapping in towels before turning for the door.

But as soon as the door opened Nate felt his heart drop. His excitement was gone and it was replaced instead with the crushing sensation of nerves and distress.

Hancock was sat casually in the lounge chair in the corner of the room. A cigarette resting between his lips and his eyes shifting first to Nate then to RJ behind him, before returning to Nate.

"Well well, I didn't realize I was interrupting somethin'."

RJ gripped Nates arm nervously. And Nate suddenly felt a rush of possessiveness, not to mention a strong surge of anger that Hancock dared to show up and make RJ feel like this.

"What are you doing here Hancock."

"Well, believe it or not I came by to make sure you were doing better after last night. But apparently you're doing just fine aren't you. Really got some of that...stamina back huh?"

Nate felt RJ release the grip he had on his arm. He hadn't told RJ that he was with Hancock last night. And he sure as hell didn't want this to be how he found out.

Hancock laughed. "Look at the two of you huh. Both of my sloppy seconds in one place. That makes this little situation-" he motioned his hand at the both of them "what? Like sloppy fourths or something."

"Fuck off Hancock. Not everything is about you okay." Nate clapped back. Anger rising in his voice.

"Yeah. I get it. I know when I'm not welcome. Last time I go out of my way to help your sorry ass."

The words were spoken with vitriol. But Nate could also detect the slightest hint of genuine hurt somewhere deep underneath it. And part of him suddenly felt really guilty. Hancock really had pulled through for him last night, even after he wronged him so much in so many ways. And here he way practically spitting in his face.

"But our deal Nate. That shit still stands got it. I expect you to hold up your end."

Hancock stood up, snuffing his cigarette out on the top of the dresser and throwing it to the floor before he rushed out. Slamming the door loudly behind him.

"You- you were with Hancock last night?"

Nate suddenly remembered why he was here and how absolutely twisted everything just became. Thanks once again to Hancock. He turned around quickly to face RJ.

"RJ wait. It's not what you think I swear!"

"Really?! It's not what I think huh!? Then you better start talking. Because where I'm standing you're starting to look like a real scumbag."

"I- I know RJ. I know how it looks. But it's not like that!" Nate reached a hand out towards RJ's arm but RJ pulled away. A clear look of displeasure spreading across his face. It put a pit in Nate's stomach thinking he was so close to fixing things, only for it to all be so much worse.

"Look. When I left last night... I really thought things were over between us. I thought my chance at being happy was gone okay! And I thought it was all Hancock's fault for hurting you. For me not being there to stop him. So I went to settle things. I- I was planning on killing him RJ. I know it seems drastic, but i was so angry, and i was high and-"

"Oh you were high? Big fucking surprise. I can't imagine why your brilliant plan to kill Hancock didn't work out for you."

"Look. I handled it okay. He promised he's going to leave us- leave YOU alone. Okay. I just wanted you to be safe."

"Yeah. Well I can take care of myself. I always have. I don't need a damn babysitter!"

"I-I was just trying to do the right thing. I know I fucked up. I'm sorry! Please just... just let me have a chance to fix this!"

"Did you fuck him?"

"What! No! I swear that was the last thing on my mind. I really was just trying to make sure he left you out of this, that he wouldn't hurt you again."

RJ let out a deep breath.
"He said you have a deal. What kind of deal?"

Nate felt a lump form in his throat. He pictured Hancock's words that he had so recklessly agreed too. "You're going to keep doing for me what it is you do best" just before he'd thrusted his cock down Nate's throat.

"I- I just have to take care of some things for him. Settle the score for what we did."

"Making a deal with a guy like him is a pretty damn stupid move Nate..."

Nate hung his head in dejection.
"Y-Yeah. I know."

"But I guess if you'd be willing to go that far, you really must give a damn about me huh?"

Nate looked up and RJ had the faintest hint of a smile.

"I do RJ! I really do! Just give me a chance to show it. That's all I'm asking."

RJ took a step closer to Nate.

"Okay. Then show me."

Chapter Text

Nate stepped forward closing the distance between himself and RJ.

"I will RJ. Tonight and every night for as long as you'll have me. That's a promise."
Nate raised a hand and cupped RJ's cheek, trailing his thumb gently along the soft curve of RJ's buttom lip.

RJ let out a soft breath against Nate's hand and Nate knew he couldn't hold out any longer. He didn't just want RJ in this moment, he NEEDED him. He leaned forward pressing his bare chest against RJ's placing a hand firmly into the small of his back to pull him as close as he possibly could. He then lowered his head gently and longingly locking RJ's mouth into a passionate kiss. RJ tasted like cigarette smoke at first but there was something under it that was intoxicating. Something that just tasted like RJ.

The kiss deepened as Nate worked his tongue into every angle of RJ's warm, eager mouth, their tongues pressing into eachother in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

Finally RJ pulled away, but only long enough to usher a couple words before pulling Nate back for more. "Bed. Now."

Nate didn't break the kiss, instead hoisting RJ up around his waist and backing towards the bed, eventually allowing himself to fall back over it. Giving RJ an ideal position right on top of him. Finally he broke away from the kiss.

"Are you ready?"

"You know I am. I want you so damn bad." RJ bit his lip seductively as he spoke, shifting his body to align his ass perfectly with Nates rock hard cock.

Nate spit into his hand. Slicking his cock with it before gripping firmly onto RJ's toned thighs.

"Kiss me." He urged, tightening his grip in anticipation.

"You got it boss."
RJ leaned forward, locking Nate into another hot, wet kiss. And at the same time, Nate pushed his hips up, allow himself to slide into RJ's entrance as a wave of pleasure swept over him.

"Ah! God! RJ you feel so fucking good." He moaned against RJ's mouth.

RJ began moving his kisses lower, trailing them along Nate's neck and chest as he rode him enthusiastically, grinding his ass down into Nate's hips as his breath quickened and soft moans escaped his lips.

They had found a perfect rhythm together, their bodies moving with eachother in perfect harmony, each thrust Nate threw forward being met with RJ rolling his body forward in response. RJ sat upright running his hands along Nate's muscular chest, softly at first, then digging his nails in as he aggresively gripped against tender flesh, trying hard to hold out against the insane pleasure coursing through his body.

"Nnh-ah! B-boss... I'm not gonna last much longer."

"Oh really?"
Nate grabbed at RJ's cock and began to pump it in rhythm with his thrusts.

"AH! FUCK!" RJ groaned.

"come for me RJ."

RJ was panting heavily and his skin was flush. His orgasm was quickly approaching as he threw back his head letting out one more loud moan.

"Ah! Ahhhh!"

Cum shot from his dick, streaking along Nate's chest beneath him.

The sight of it was enough to push Nate over the edge as well. He moved his hands to RJ's waist, gripping tightly as he pulled him down, getting his cock as deep as possible inside him before letting loose himself. Filling RJ with his cum as he moaned loudly.
"Yes! Fuck!"

RJ fell forward, gasping for air and body trembling. Nate pulled him in to one final kiss before he pulled out and RJ adjusted himself on the bed, laying beside Nate, tucking his head into Nate's neck, and throwing one arm over his chest.

"How are you so God damn good at that?" RJ whispered through still heavy breaths.

"Well. Having a good partner certainly helps." Nate responded, running his hand playfully through RJ's auburn hair.

RJ laughed lightly "ehh, you're just saying that."

"No really RJ. There's something about you. You drive me crazy. You know that."

A bright blush spread across RJ's face as he scrambled mentally to form a response.

"Y-you really mean it?"

"Hell yeah I do. I'd gladly keep you here all night. Just doing more of that. Repeatedly."

RJ let out a soft sound that was a perfect mix of nervous and excited.

Nate continued. "However. I haven't eaten for almost two days. And that really took it out of me. Mind if we scrounge up something eat."

"Oh shi- um, I mean of course. I didn't even think about that, maybe we should have started with that huh?."

Nate laughed "ha, nah RJ I'm pretty happy we started with what we did. And there will be plenty of time for more later."

Nate stood and started getting himself dressed. But RJ lingered, sitting up, but not leaving the bed immediately.

"Um... hey. Nate..."

Nate felt a slight pang of concern course through him. RJ almost never used his real name. And he had such a serious, almost sorrowful tone as he spoke. Something was wrong.

Nate stopped halfway through putting on his boots and turned to face RJ.

"Yeah? What's up?" He tried to hide the worry in his voice, but he could tell he was doing a rather lousy job of it.

"Listen. I want things to be better. With us, you know... So I- I feel like I gotta come clean about something."

Nate could feel his heart drop. What was happening. Was RJ in trouble. Had he done something bad. Why come clean now? So many concerns raced through his brain as he waited for RJ to continue.

"Last night... When you got back to my room. And you uh... You saw these bruises right?" RJ motioned at his still bruised neck. "You thought maybe Hancock hurt me."

"RJ what-"

"Just- just let me finish okay. This is hard enough."

Nate nodded silently trying very hard to hold back his clearly worried expression.

"It wasn't like that. Not exactly anyways. I mean I think he was there to kick my ass... at- at first. But that wasn't how things went down. You know my history with Hancock. I think tensions got high and part of him suddenly wanted to go there again... with me... you- um you know what I'm saying?"

The concern in Nate's voice was fading, being replaced instead with anger. "Wait RJ. Are you telling me that YOU fucked Hancock that night?" Nate scoffed and shook his head "And after you were so worried about what I was doing with him huh?"

"Wait! No! I didn't- I mean- It was more like HE fucked ME. I didn't even want it and I- I mean I tried to stop it.... at first..."

"At first?" Nate questioned. The anger rising in his tone.

"I mean it got to a point where I just... I wanted it to happen. Even though I didn't. Fuck. That doesn't make any sense does it. Listen you have no idea how much I wish it hadn't happened. That's why I acted how I did. I wasn't mad at you Nate. I was mad at him, Mad at myself... Mad that I didn't do more to stop it."

Nate let out a frustrated sigh before gesturing a hand towards the bruises on RJ's neck.
"So those then?"

RJ ran a hand along his neck. A clear look of shame washing over his face.

"Y-yeah these were... during."

"And you're into that?"

"I. Fuck. I don't know. I mean I used to be. When I was with Hancock. But It's not like I want that from you. I like that it's so different with you. It always felt like he was just using me to get off. It's not like that when I'm doing it with you..."

Nate ran a hand through his hair sighing deeply. "Fuck. I hate how complicated this has gotten. I wish I would have met you first. You know. I wish Hancock weren't part of this."

Nate suddenly remembered the night prior and how much Hancock genuinely seemed concerned as he helped Nate get sober. Did he really wish Hancock weren't part of this? He wasn't sure. It really was complicated. It felt like part of him was lying to RJ. But even he wasn't entirely sure what he really felt, or what he really wanted. This was so hard.

RJ spoke up.
"Yeah... it's a little late for that isn't it. For both of us. Maybe it really would be better if we just got the heck out of here. Left Goodneighbor. Left our shit with Hancock behind us."

"I wish it was that easy RJ."

RJ hung his head solemnly. "Yeah... yeah so do I."

"I promise it'll be over soon though. I just have to do what I promised him. Pay him back. Then we're even. Then there's no score left to settle and we're free to do what we want. I just... I just need you to stick by me until then. Can you do that."

RJ smiled warmly, reaching his hands out and placing one on each of Nate's shoulders.

"You kidding me. You're stuck with me now boss. You couldn't get rid of me if you tried."

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"Sorry Bobbi, but this is where it ends for you."
Nate said coldly as he pressed his pistol against her forehead as she silently sat on her knees in front of him.

Part of Nate felt like she knew this was coming, she hadn't fought back, or begged for her life or anything. She hadn't said so much as a word since Nate walked through the door. It was like she accepted her fate the second she saw him.

Nate squeezed down on the trigger and with a loud bang, he had finished what he came for.

Nate hated killing in all honesty. He tried to avoid it wherever he could. But he just needed to remember why he was doing all this. RJ.

RJ of course had no idea where he was or what he was doing out here. He'd left it just vague enough to seem relatively inconspicuous when he'd told RJ 3 days ago that he was leaving to "finish up his deal with Hancock." He didn't want to lie. But he definitely didn't want to tell the whole truth either.

Nate scanned the room around him and finally his eyes fell on a safe nestled under a desk in the far corner. Bingo. He had hoped Bobbi would have a nice caps stash where he found her. If he could pay Hancock back and deal with Bobbi all at once, that would be ideal.

He knelt beside the safe, placing his ear up to it as he began turning the dial back and forth. He'd really gotten quite good at cracking safes. It's not hard once you know what you're doing. There was a familiar click and the door of the safe popped open.

Jackpot
Nate thought as he swung it open.

He took a moment to count through the caps stowed inside.

One thousand six hundred and eighty six. Exactly.

Jackpot indeed. Enough to pay off Hancock and then some.

He suddenly felt excitement bubbling up inside him. This was finally going to be over. He could get Hancock off their backs, and him and RJ could finally move on, and do their own thing. Together. They could go to Med-Tek, get that cure for Duncan. And maybe, after all they've been through, RJ would want to help him find Shawn. He already knew that was everything he wanted.

It was a quick days journey back to Goodneighbor. Especially with Nate barely stopping for a rest. He was eager to get back, no denying that.

RJ.
Or? Hancock maybe?
Nate turned over in his mind who to go and see first.

Hancock. It had to be Hancock.
His eventual reunion with RJ would be all the better if he could return to him with the news that they were finally free.

Nate began making his way over to the old State House. The watchman posted outside gave him a distinct glare as he approached, but he waved him on inside regardless. As Nate ascended the stairs the excitement he was feeling just continued to grow. He was so close. So close to being out of this whole mess.

He knocked loudly at the large double doors leading to Hancock's study. And almost immediately he was greeted by Hancock.

"Hm. Wasn't planning on seeing you so soon. Got something for me?"

His words were stern and calloused. It was clear they were still charged with the last interaction the two of them had. For a split second Nate almost wanted to apologize for how he'd acted. It hadn't really been his intent in the moment to hurt Hancock. But he knew he did. It was too late for apologies though and Nate knew it. If he wanted something real with RJ it meant leaving this shit behind them, and maybe Hancock hating him was the best way to do that.

"Um...yeah. here."

Nate pulled the metal case from his pack. He'd carefully counted out the 1000 caps he owed Hancock, and it was all there.

"It's the caps I owe you, all one thousand of them. And Bobbi's dead. Just like you wanted."

Hancock snatched the case from Nates hands and opened it.

"Well hell, I didn't think you had it in you. Job well done Nate."

Hancock tossed the case casually onto his coffee table, as if it was nothing. Maybe he was trying to make some kind of point.

Whatever
Nate thought.

"So we're done right?"

Hancock laughed as soon as the words left Nate's mouth.

"Done? You think we're done? Now my memory ain't what it used to be, but I distinctly recall our deal had 3 parts no?"

Nate's heart sank.

"You're going to keep doing for me what you do best."

Hancock's words from the night they made their deal rang out clearly in his mind.
Fuck.
Somehow Nate had hoped that part of their deal would just be swept under the rug after everything. But apparently not.

"W-what? You can't be serious."

"Oh I'm serious as a heart attack sweetheart. You might have taken our deal lightly, but I don't. You agreed to my terms. That's on you."

"So... so what then? I'm never done here? You just want me to stick around forever so you can fuck me whenever you want? If that's the case maybe I didn't know the magnitude of what I was agreeing to huh? I'm not your fucking property Hancock."

Hancock lounged back on the couch, pulling a tin box of Mentats from his coat pocket, before opening it and popping a couple of the small white pills in his mouth. His pupils dilated and he inhaled sharply as the immediate rush hit him.

"No Nate. I don't expect you to hang around forever and never have your own life. I have a better idea. I'm going with you."

"WHAT!?"

"I'm going with you. Wherever you're heading next. I want in."

"But-but... that wasn't- I mean... that's not."

"Take me with you. Or stay here in Goodneighbor. You're call brother. Like I said. You agreed to this."

Nate's mind reeled. He was SO CLOSE. So close to being able to take off with RJ and leave this all behind him. But as usual his stupid fucking descions have ruined everything. Again.

Nate took a deep, centering breath.

"And it's my call where we go? And what we do if we do travel together?"

He still fully intended to get to Med-Tek and find that cure for RJ. Even if doing it with Hancock wasn't necessarily ideal.

Hancock cocked his head slightly.
"Sure thing. You lead, I'll follow."

"And what about Goodneighbor? Don't they need their mayor?"

"Eh, I've got enough of a network here to keep things running while I'm gone. Besides, I don't like the idea of getting too comfortable. Wouldn't want to lose my touch. I think some time on the road will do me good, ya know."

"Okay... fine."

"Well don't sound too excited about it." Hancock quipped sarcastically "I'm starting to feel flattered over here."

Nate rolled his eyes. He was absolutely in no mood for Hancock's sarcasm right now.

"Listen Hancock. I- I need to go and see RJ first... If you and I are going to be traveling together okay. I promised him something and I just need to let him know that our plans have changed a little. You can at least give me that right?"

"RJ, RJ, RJ. I won't pretend to understand the hold that kid has over you. But fine. You're still your own man, if it's what you want, I ain't about to stop ya."

"Thank you Hancock. I'll be back tomorrow and then we can figure out what we're doing okay."

"Yeah, yeah, just go."

Nate hustled out the door and worked his way over the Hotel Rexford. It was starting to get dark and the normally bustling streets of Goodneighbor were beginning to settle. A few drifters and neighborhoid watchmen still lingered out and about, but the town was winding down for another long night, that was clear. He was hoping RJ would already be up in his room. He headed on up the stairs and knocked on the door.

But very much to his surprise, the door wasn't locked. It wasn't even latched. The second his hand touched it, it began to swing open. Then, shock turned to horror. As he took in the room before him. Furniture was overturned, things were thrown about, and the dead bolt on the door was busted. There had clearly been a struggle here. And RJ was gone.

Fuck.
FUCK FUCK FUCK.
Nate thought.
Something happened and I wasn't here to protect him. Again.

Nate began searching the room frantically for any sign of what could have happened. Tears burned in his eyes and his head was reeling with horrible scenarios of what could have happened here. Finally he happened upon a scrap of paper, tucked beneath the leg of the dresser.

YES. PLEASE BE SOMETHING.

Nate pulled the note loose and started reading. The handwriting was messy and clearly had been scrawled rather hastily.

Nate.
I hope you find this in time.
They got to me Nate.
The gunners.
I'm sorry. I should have told you I was wrapped up with them.
I'm so sorry.

That's it? No names? No location? FUCK.
Nate choked against tears as he crumpled the note and angrily threw it against the wall. But he immediately rushed over and picked it back up. Smoothing the note out again.

"I'm sorry RJ... I'm not mad at you..."
Nate said aloud as he looked down at the messy handwriting of the note.

Hancock. He'll help. He HAS to.

Nate had made his way back to Hancock's and it was now late evening. He talked his way past the watchman easily enough and he now stood before the doors to Hancock's study, knocking rather aggressively.

It took a moment for Hancock to reach the door, but he did, wrapped in his familar robe. He must have been asleep already. The moment he appeared in the door Nate began scrambling over his words to explain why he was there.

"He- He's gone Hancock! The room was- somebody came. Someone took- there was-"

"Whoa whoa whoa brother. Take a breath huh. What's going on? I thought you weren't coming back tonight?"

Nate was shaking, and he could barely hold back from breaking down completely. He held out the note towards Hancock with a trembling hand.

Hancock took it and glanced it over. His expression dropping as he read.

"Shit. Gunners huh. I thought MacCready was done with those fuckers."

"P-please Hancock. I-I need your help. You have to help me find him."

Hancock let out a huff of nervous laughter.
"Seriously. You want me to help you go save the guy you dropped me for? You'd understand why I'm not exactly jumping at the opportunity."

Nate dropped to his knees, clasping his hands together in a pleading motion. He wasn't above begging. Not if it meant saving RJ's life.
"Please Hancock. PLEASE. I can't loose him."

"Fuck. Get up Nate. I don't need you putting on a show. I'll help okay."

Nate stood up quickly, wiping his tears on the back of his sleeve.

"Y-you will? Really?"

Hancock let out an exasperated sigh.
"Yeah. I know where to find the bastards we're looking for."

Chapter Text

Nate wiped tears from his cheeks as he pulled himself back to his feet.

"Th-thank you Hancock. You don't know how much it means to me."

Suddenly, and very much to Nate's surprise, a voice rang out from the room behind them.

"Hancock? What's going on out there?"

The voice was followed by a woman stepping out from Hancock's bedroom. Wrapped in a robe similar to Hancock's own.

Ah.
Nate thought.
I see.

"Oh hey Anne."

Hancock turned to face the woman, shooting Nate a glance as he did.

"Listen Darlin. I had a little something come up here. I need to take care of this, so why don't you head out hm?"

The woman's face twisted into a scowl before she shot an icy glare at Nate.

"Fine." She responded coldly, before heading back into the bedroom, reappearing with a handful of clothes, and heading swiftly and angrily for the door, slamming it loudly behind her on the way out.

Once she was gone Nate spoke up.
"I didn't realize you had company."

"Well, I wasn't expecting you back tonight Nate, and I happen to like getting laid, so I make due with or without you."

Nate couldn't help but roll his eyes. He suddenly felt particularly stupid for thinking he was ever anything more than a quick easy fuck for Hancock.

"Hey now." Hancock piped up in response 
"Don't go copping an attitude with me after I just agreed to help your ass."

Nate was silent for a moment, not knowing quite how to respond.

"Winlock and Barnes." Hancock said

Nate was jerked back into the moment rather suddenly.

"What?"

"The assholes who have MacCready. I'd bet every cap I have to my name it's those two. And lucky for you I know where they're hiding out."

"How is it that you know all that huh Hancock? Seems a little convenient don't you think?"
There was a bite of snide sarcasm to Nate's words, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was Hancock himself who sold out RJ to the Gunners.

"Hey don't you give me that shit Nate."
Hancock's voice raised slightly pointing an accusatory finger in Nate's direction.
"Wanna know how I know? Because those fuckers came to me first alright. They knew me and MacCready had something going on, they wanted me to tell them where he was. But I didn't okay, because believe it or not, I'm not the piece of shit you seem to think I am... I paid the price for it too."

Hancock shrugged the shoulder of his Robe down, there was some fresh wound dressing wrapped around his shoulder that he pulled aside, revealing a deep, nasty looking stab wound.

"Shit...I'm sorry Hancock I had no idea."

"Eh, don't sweat it, you know me, I got a few good licks in myself. But it wasn't enough apparently."

"How far are they? Where they're held up I mean?"

"Well, lucky for you sweetheart, I've got eyes and ears everywhere. I happen to know they've got a cozy little base of operations at the old overpass, not much more than a half a days walk, if we make good time."

"No shit? That's great! Let's go!"

Nate turned to head out the door, but Hancock grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Easy there brother. I don't think that's a very smart move. It's late, you and I are both lacking the sleep we need and they know their hideout, I don't. Not sure I want to learn the lay of the land in complete darkness, ya know?"

Hancock sat down on the couch and leaned back.

"Let's you and me get a good night sleep. And we'll be good and ready to give those assholes a thrashing tomorrow okay. Believe me, these guys mean business, if you want to get out of this alive we're both gonna have to be at the top of our game, you dig?"

"Fuck... you're right. I just. I can't stand the idea of us being too late."

"We won't be Nate, trust me."

Hancock grabbed a canister of jet from the coffee table and took a hit.

"They want MacCready alive. He's valuable to em'. That's why they took him in the first place. I hate to be blunt with you here, but if they wanted him dead, he'd be dead."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Fine, tomorrow then. But first thing tomorrow."

Hancock laughed lightly.
"Yeah okay, you're the boss."

Hancock reached out the canister in his hand towards Nate.

"Now, why not take a load off, let go if a little of that tension huh."

"Um...n-no. Not tonight."

"Suit yourself."
Hancock shrugged before putting the canister back to his lips and emptying it in one big hit.

"Come here." He said, patting a hand against the couch beside him.

Nate was a bit reluctant, but he stepped forward, taking a seat by Hancock.

"If you're not feeling chems tonight... maybe I can help you relieve some tension the old fashioned way." 

He placed a hand suggestive on the top of Nate's thigh, his lips turning up into a flirty smile.

"Hancock I-"

Before Nate could continue he was interrupted by Hancock swiftly pushing forward and throwing a hot, tongue heavy kiss against his neck.

He gasped as Hancock's mouth made contact, suddenly feeling the familiar heat of arousal through his body.

"Don't talk."
Hancock breathed into Nate's ear.
"Just let me take care if ya, okay."

Hancock's hand moved from Nate's thigh to the growing bulge at the front of his pants. 

A soft moan escaped Nate's lips and the hand pressed gently against him.

Hancock dexterously undid Nate's zipper using only one hand, his other hand finding a place at the back of Nate's head, keeping him held in place as more wet, sloppy kisses were placed along his neck and collarbone.

Hancock tugged at the waistband of Nate's underwear, pulling them down and allowing his hard cock to flop forward against his stomach. He wrapped a hand snuggly around the base of Nate's cock before he began softly gliding it up and down along the length.

"Nnh-fuck... Hancock."

"There we go darling." Hancock purred against Nate's neck, his hot breath sending a tingle down his spine.
"That's better now, isn't it?"

Hancock amped up his pace, pulling his second hand away from Nate's head and sliding it down along his body. Slowly, almost teasingly, until it met his other hand in nates pants, with a quick motion he cupped the hand around Nate's balls, not slowing down the pace at which he was still stroking one bit.

Nate gripped the arm of the couch tightly.
"F-fuck I'm- I'm gonna cum..."

Hancock leaned forward, this time locking his mouth against Nate's, tongue pressing past his lips and sliding deftly against his own. 

"Nnh-ah!"
His moan was stifled by the kiss, but was still more than apparent as his orgasm hit, his cum shooting forward, making a mess of his thigh as well as the floor in front of them.

"There we go sweetheart. Feel a little better now?"

Nate was still panting and short of breath as he struggled to form a response.

"I'll feel better tomorrow, after this is all finished."

Hancock let out a sigh
"Whatever. Can't win em' all I guess."

He stood and walked towards the bedroom before glancing back at Nate.

"Now you should go. Like I said, we need sleep for tomorrow. And I know I sure as he'll won't be getting any sleep if you stick around."

He shut the door behind him, leaving Nate alone to clean himself up before heading out. And then it was back to the hotel, Hancock was right after all. He needed a good night's rest.

Because tomorrow, they were going to have to really bring their A game.

Chapter Text

The next morning Nate was shaken out of his sleep by a knock on his door. He glanced at his pipboy to check the time. It was 8am. Still early.

He pulled himself up out of the bed and headed to answer the door. He swung the door open to be greeted with Hancock's smiling face. He had a sawed off shotgun strapped to his back and a bandolier of shells slung over his shoulder. He looked ready for action.

"Mornin' sunshine, ready to get this freak show on the road?"

Nate was still groggy from being woken up and he rubbed his eyes to clear his head. 

"Wow, you sure seem eager to go, for someone who didn't even want to help in the first place."

"Like I told ya, it's about a half days walk to get there. I don't like the idea of being stuck out in the wilds of the commonwealth overnight, so the earlier we leave, the earlier we're done with our little rescue mission, and the earlier we get back here in one piece, alright."

"Right- um sure... of course. Just give me a minute to get ready okay..."

" 'Course, but make it quick brother. Times a tickin." Hancock tapped his wrist as if indicating a watch to stress his point.

"Yeah. Sure."

Nate sprung to action, pulling on a pair of jeans and a white t shirt. He wasn't going to wear his vault suit. Not today, it draws too much attention. And he wasn't looking to draw any more than he absolutely had too for this.

"Alright, I'm all set. Let's get going."

Nate said, as he gave his small arsenal of weapons a quick once over, finally settling on a nice fusion cell powered rifle. He figured Hancock would have close combat covered with his knife and shotgun. Might as well go with something that can be used at a distance. Nate suddenly felt a pang of longing in his chest as the idea of manning a rifle obviously brought up thoughts of RJ.

RJ was always so eager to show his skills, show that he could protect Nate.

Let's hope I can do the same for you RJ.

He thought

He slung the gun along his back as he headed out the door, sticking just behind Hancock as the two walked their way out of the Hotel, and eventually out of the town into the unforgiving wasteland before them.

They'd been walking for a couple hours when Hancock finally spoke up.

"You've been awfully quiet back there brother."

Nate let out a heavy breath. "I'm just worried is all."

Hancock gave a slight nod. "Hmm."

He paused for a beat and then continued.

"You really care about the kid huh?"

Nate felt his heart quicken slightly at the thought of talking this subject out with Hancock. His mind was still a complete mess when it came to his feelings about all this, and what he really wanted, what he really needed.

"Yeah I guess I do... I mean, RJ and I have a lot in common, more than you'd think. And I've really enjoyed the time I've spent with him."

"You mean the time you spent ripping me off together and fucking behind my back."

Hancock threw back, no attempt made at all to hide the acid in his words.

Nate's face flushed as he realized what a stupid thing that was he just said. Of course Hancock wouldn't want to hear about that.

"Fuck- I'm sorry... I shouldn't have..."

"Hey don't go giving me that "I'm sorry" crap, okay, I would have done the same in your position I'm sure." The words had Hancock's signature sarcasm to them, but there was no denying a slight undertone of something akin to hurt in his voice as he spoke them.

Hancock once again turned his back to Nate and kept walking. The two remained silent for another good stretch. Only stopping to take out the occasional pack of vicious mongrels or roaming Feral.

Finally Hancock threw up a hand. Nate recognized it immediately as the common military hand sign for "hold your position".

He froze in his tracks as Hancock once again turned back to face him.

"Were close." He said quietly, almost in a whisper.

He used his raised hand to gesture towards a crumbling overpass maybe a mile ahead, and slightly off to their right. That must be it. That's where they have RJ.

Nate nodded at Hancock and the two continued onward, moving quietly and sticking to treelines and the cover of rubble wherever they could. Obviously the gunners would have the high ground here. So getting up there undetected so they could level the playing field was of the utmost importance.

And luck really must have been on their side today, because they were somehow miraculously able to get right up to the structure undetected.

"Hey Hancock, give me a boost." Nate said softly, motioning a hand at the crumbling structure above them that was just outside his reach.

Hancock gave a quick nod and complied, taking a step towards Nate before locking his hands together and knealing, giving Nate a foothold so he could vault up easily. He rolled along the concrete, quickly scanning to make sure he was still out of sight, before reaching a hand down to pull Hancock up as well. 

"Thanks brother" Hancock said as he pulled himself up beside Nate.

"Now let's get there and save his ass, before it's too late."

Nate nodded assuringly before they moved onward, climbing as they went until they reached the top level of the overpass. Nate peered over the edge and his heart flipped in his chest. There he was. RJ.

He was on his knees in front of two large men in heavy suits of Power Armor, his hands bound behind his back, duct tape over his mouth, and looking absolutely rough overall. He had a staggering black eye, as well as a myriad of cuts and bruises along his face. They'd obviously had no reservations about hurting him if they had to in order to get him here. The thought of it made Nate clench his fists in anger and grit his teeth. 

How fucking DARE YOU.

He thought.

A hand gently gripped his shoulder.

"Take it easy brother, I know it's hard to look at, but we have to be smart about this."

Hancock whispered reassuringly, clearly taking note of Nate's shift in demeanor.

As they took in their surroundings, noting the sizable gang of at least 20 gunners, not counting the two men in front of RJ, they couldn't help but overhear some discussions from the gang. First, and most notably was a seemingly disposable Gunner conscript, who confirmed these two as Winlock and Barnes, by addressing them directly. The way he spoke to them like they were some kind of royalty made Nate sick. How could someone be up there, kissing at their feet while they're treating RJ like that. These bastards deserved worse than death.

They also managed to overhear as Winlock, the larger of the two men, knelt down and began to speak to RJ directly.

"Well MacCready. Ready to reconsider my generous offer or not huh? Because we need to get a move on, and let's just say, if you're not interested, there's not much use for us to keep you alive is there..."

He reached forward and roughly yanked the duct tape off RJ's mouth.

"Fuck you!" RJ immediately yelled back before spitting into Winlock's face.

Hancock chuckled lightly from beside Nate

"Kid's got guts, I'll give him that." 

"Ah! You little shit!" Winlock yelled out, before rising to his feet and giving RJ a swift kick to the side of his head.

RJ fell sideways, sputtering a mouthful of blood as he hit the concrete below him.

"Lucky for you I'm in a giving mood, you brat, so I'm gonna give you till the count of 5 to apologize for that."

Winlock drew from his hip a fairly nice looking handgun, probably a magnum of some kind, from what Nate could tell. He knelt once more, pressing the barrel firmly against RJ's temple.

"One."

RJ shifted his gaze, seemingly unwilling to look at the man directly.

"Two" 

No response.

"Three" 

Winlock leaned in closer and raised his voice, but still there was no response.

"FOUR!"

He pulled the hammer back.

"FI-

FSSHAAM!

The crackling of a energy shot rang out around them, and before he could make another move, Winlock dropped, a red glowing hole shot straight through his head.

Nate had his rifle held up to his shoulder, he had acted so quickly he barely had time to think. But he couldn't think, he just had to save RJ. So he'd taken the shot. And immediately the Gunners began scattering about, drawn to their location.

"Fuck. Okay, we're doing this!" 

Hancock yelled out from beside him, giving up completely on stealth now that their position was blown.

In a flourish of red from his tail coat, Hancock sprung forward over the ledge and started delivering shotgun blasts in rapid succession. Nate scurried forward in suit. With one goal in mind. He had to get to RJ. He had to save RJ.

The scene before him was complete chaos, but out from behind a cluster of gunners, he spotted RJ, who was trying to scooch his way out of the havoc while still restrained. Nate began dashing forward, weapon drawn, blasting through the gunners before him like they were nothing.

Then a loud booming voice rang out.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going huh?!"

It was Barnes. And he had swiftly made his way up behind RJ and had lifted him from the collar of his jacket.

"You think I don't know you had something to do this with this? Huh fucker!?" 

He shook roughly as RJ struggled against his grip.

Nate was almost there, almost had a good shot. He just needed to -

And then suddenly everything went black. Somehow with his focus only on RJ Nate had lost his grip on his surroundings, and taken a nasty blow from someone to the back of the head.

There was no more chaos, no screaming, no gunfire, only black and silence.

One final thought raced through Nate's mind as he hit the concrete below him.

I'm sorry RJ. I'm so fucking sorry.

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Cold water splashed onto Nate's face, jarringly ripping him back to consciousness.

"Fuuuck! RJ! No!"

He screamed out, before he even fully had his eyes open.

"Settle down would ya?"

Hancock's familiar voice filled his ears and his eyes fluttered the rest of the way open.

"H-Hancock?"

"Yeah, it's me. Hey nice of you to join the living, I was starting to get worried."

Nate glanced around, his eyes adjusting to the dim lantern light. Hancock had discarded his signature red tailcoat, and his white undershirt had the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, he was leaned over, his hands moving deftly as he worked on ... something? It was dark, dead of night dark, and They weren't at the overpass. And they weren't in Goodneighbor. There were shabby walls around them, probably held up in some abandoned building somewhere if Nate had to wager a guess.

"RJ! Where's RJ!"

Hancock held a finger to his lips

"Shh! He's resting. So keep your yellin' to a minimum would ya? He was in pretty rough shape when I pulled him out of there... you both were. Here."

Hancock held out the item he'd been working on, an IV bag with a murky substance inside, it was hooked up to a syringe via a small rubber tube.

Nate shot a concerned glance at Hancock who immediately took note and spoke up.

"It'll help ya feel better, promise. It's no stimpack, but until we get back to Goodneighbor it'll have to do. I already dosed MacCready and he's gonna pull through okay. But you're not doing so hot yourself."

Hancock raised his hands near the lantern hanging beside them, showing them to be pretty heavily saturated with blood. The sight of which snapped Nate back to reality as he realized just how much pain he was actually in.

"Okay, yeah...okay. Give it to me."

He held his arm to Hancock, flexing a couple times to help make his veins more visible. Hancock gave a quick nod before sticking the syring through Nates skin. The bag began to drain as he pushed the plunger down.

"There we go. Should take a minute or two for it to all get in there. Just try and stay still. Oh and it'll make you queasy as hell, just try to hold the puke down until it's finished, retching with a needle in your arm ain't gonna be pretty."

Nate sat still. Trying to focus his thoughts away from the sick feeling welling up in his stomach.

"What happened back there? How the fuck are we still alive?"

Hancock smiled as he leaned back against a wall.

"Lucky for you brother, that wasn't the first scrap I've been in. And as it so happened, Barnes had his focus on you and MacCready, so I was able to get it and finish the job. Once Barnes was out, half the remaining gunners took off, the other half were so rattled they hardly put up a fight. You know MacCready sure talked them up like these big bad kings of the wasteland, but they were nothing compared to yours truly."

Nate shut his eyes tightly before opening them again, trying to fight back the urge to vomit.

"So you- you saved us?"

Hancock looked away, maybe out of embarrassment or some kind of pride, but he didn't want to meet Nate's gaze as he spoke.

"I did what I had to do."

Nate smiled.

"You're a good-

Hhhglllluggg

His sentence was cut short by a wave of vomit coming up past his throat, he turned and spewed onto the floor next to him.

"Fuck! Ahh!" He gripped at his arm near the point where the needle was in his arm.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Hancock immediately jumped to his feet, removing the needle and pack from Nate's arm.

"Here, it was close to empty anyways." He sat down beside Nate and put a hand against his back as he turned and retched two more times on the ground beside them.

"Got it all out?" 

He said, his other hand gently gripping Nates arm to help steady him.

"Uugh. Yeah I-I think so..."

"Well hey that ain't so bad. Only 3 times? MacCready puked 5 times."

Nate laughed weakly.

Hancock rubbed his back as he continued speaking.

"And hey. Pain's gone isn't it?"

Nate shifted his body around, taking extra time to roll his neck and arms to test for lingering pain. But there was... nothing.

"What the fuck? No pain at all! That's amazing Hancock, where did you learn that."

Hancock once again leaned back against the wall.

"When you gotta make it on your own for as long as I did, you pick up a thing or two."

Nate smirked before leaning his head against Hancock's shoulder.

"You know someday you'll have to tell me all about this troubled past of yours."

Hancock laughed lightly.

"Is that so? Well maybe I will. But right now, you need some rest too."

Hancock motioned to the door at the wall in front of them.

"Beds through there, just uh, try not to wake him when you get in. You both need a good night's sleep tonight."

"And what about you?"

"I'll keep watch. I didn't get very far...draggin' you both, you know. And I'm worried some of those gunners might still be around. I'll be fine. Just go."

Nate nodded and headed for the bedroom. Just yesterday he had felt so sure that he'd have all the answers after saving RJ. But now he felt more confused than ever.

Chapter Text

Light began to creep in through the crumbling walls of the old dilapidated building Nate had found himself in after the events of the night prior. One beam of light in particular found its way right into his eyes, stirring him from his sleep.

"Uuugggh..." Nate groaned, rolling onto his side to shield his eyes.

He felt like he had a hangover from hell. But aside from a pit in his stomach and a ringing in his head, the pain from his injuries had definitely subsided. All thanks to Hancock.

Hancock!

Nate focused in on his thoughts, suddenly realizing he was in bed alone, quite different from when he had come to bed initially.

RJ!

He had to check on RJ. He had to make sure he was okay. He quickly leaped to his feet, loosing his balance slightly as his vision went white for a brief moment.

Jesus.

Nate thought

I've gotta get it together.

Once he had taken the time to regain his bearings, he pulled his t shirt on over his head and headed out to the main room. He could hear voices at he approached it. RJs voice.

Thank God.

He thought. 

Nate was never religious, not really anyhow, but if there was a God, he had absolutely better be thanking him for letting all three of them somehow make it out alive yesterday.

He pushed the door open and it creaked on its hinges. Drawing the attention of Hancock and RJ, the latter of whom immediately sprung to his feet and rushed Nate, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Holy shit man. I can't believe it. I-I'm just so glad we're both still standin' you know! You have no idea how much I had to hold myself back from waking you up just so I could look at you again."

RJ gestured at Hancock 

"But this guy over here always with the "let him get his rest! He needs his rest!" You'd think he was your nurse or something!"

Hancock scowled

"Very funny MacCready."

RJ buried his face into Nate's neck and tightly gripped his back. He held on that way for so long that for a second, Nate thought he mighty never let go.

"Alright, alright."

Hancock piped up, finally causing RJ to drop the grip he had on Nate.

"Now that our touching reunion is over, let's eat something, shall we. We still got a good push to get back to Goodneighbor, and we'll all need our strength for it, especially if we run into any stray gunners on our way out."

Hancock stood and walked to a corner of the room, where a fire was crackling beneath a black cast iron pot. He removed the lid and a pale brown substance bubbled inside of it.

"It ain't much. Just some razorgrain, and a little mutfruit to add flavor and sweetness. It'll have to do, for now at least."

Nate walked over and clapped a hand against Hancock's back.

"It looks great." He said earnestly.

And he almost thought he saw a hint of blush spread across Hancock's face as he processed the compliment.

"Um, right. Here." Hancock replied, scooping a helping of the food up into a cracked, dirty bowl before ushering it in Nate's direction.

"MacCready! You too kid!"

He called out, holding up a second bowl of the meager meal.

RJ scurried to his feet and rushed over taking the bowl with a quick thank you, before sitting beside Nate.

The three men ate mostly in silence, before finally RJ spoke up.

"Wow, this is good stuff!"

Hancock side eyed him, a slight smile spreading across his face.

"You always did like mutfruit, huh MacCready?"

RJ suddenly blushed a very bright red, much to Nate's surprise. What's so embarrassing about liking mutfruit? It's pretty much the tastiest thing you can cultivate in the shitty baron wasteland of the commonwealth.

Hancock laughed.

"You're too easy..."

Nate shifted his eyes between the flustered RJ and the oddly smug Hancock, and then it clicked.

Oh.

OH.

It was totally a sex thing. Some wierd fruit related sex thing. No fair? Where was his special fruit related sex thing?

He suddenly felt oddly jealous at the interaction he was bearing witness too.

"Yeah, we all LOVE mutfruit." 

He said, in much more annoyed of a tone than he had really meant to.

Hancock and RJ both stared at him for a moment, but Nate had no idea what to say. He felt like an ass for even letting a little harmless flirting get to him. But it did damn it.

Luckily, he didn't have to worry about making any words. Because Hancock was the one to break the silence.

"Hey Nate, no need to get worked up okay. I get it. I'm not blind. And I sure as he'll ain't stupid. I know what you and MacCready got goin' on. And I'm not about to step in and try to pull anything apart okay."

Nate was suddenly rather flustered, grasping at words to try and form a response.

"Wh-what! I didnt- I mean I'm not-"

"Hush sweetheart. You don't need to lie to me, or try an' spare my feelings or whatever. Like I said. I ain't trying to step in on anything..."

"That said...."

Hancock turned on placed his empty bowl behind him, before turning back to face Nate and RJ, shifting his body in just such a way that felt very intentionally seductive.

"I don't see any reason why we can't have a little fun. All three of us. You dig?"

Nate felt his heartbeat ramp up, and his throat suddenly felt dry. His mind was reeling. Less than a week ago he wanted to KILL Hancock, was he really considering this? And with RJ of all people? He glanced nervously at RJ as if to indicate that he wouldn't make a call on this without RJ's imput.

RJ quickly took notice and opened his mouth to form a response. He began fiddling nervously with the lighter in his hand, barely making eye contact with Hancock as he spoke.

"I- um- well... I- I guess you did save my life back there... so maybe I should-"

His sentence was cut off by Hancock quickly moving in towards him until they were face to face. Causing RJ to drop his lighter as he fell back slightly, catching himself on his elbows.

"Mac. Don't give me that shit. Either you want it or you don't okay. And I want to HEAR YOU SAY IT."

Nate was frozen, he wasn't sure if he should step in, pull Hancock back maybe? Speak up on RJ's behalf? But he decided against it. Maybe part of him wanted to see where this was going... where it might be ending depending on RJ's answer.

RJ swallowed hard. His eyes shifting to Nate.

Hancock snapped his fingers and spoke up in a demanding tone.

"Ah ah ah, hey, look at me, not him. We'll get his answer. But first. I want yours."

RJ locked eyes with Hancock, who was now so close he could practically feel the heat from his body.

"Fuck... Y-yeah okay. Let's do it."

"Aw see? Was that so hard?"

Hancock pulled back slightly, allowing RJ to reposition himself back into a proper sit. He grabbed his lighter up of the ground and hastily stuffed it back into his pocket.

Hancock shifted his gaze from RJ over to Nate.

"Alright big guy. That just leaves you then. You in or out? We're either all doing this, or none of us are."

Nates heart was pounding. The sound resonating in his head so loudly it overpowered any ability he may have had to form proper thoughts on this. But he knew what his body was telling him. And what he, somewhere, deep down inside, really wanted. And he opened his mouth to give his answer.

"Y-yeah... I'm in."

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A wicked smile spread across Hancock's face  as he pulled his shirt up over his head and threw it in Nate's direction.

"Then let's not waste any time huh?" He shifted his body closer to RJ before reaching a hand out towards Nate, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him close as well. 

"Why don't you two start hm? That's something I wouldn't mind having a front row seat to."

Nate and RJ locked eyes, before looking back at Hancock, then back at eachother.

"Aw, c'mon, don't go getting all shy on me now." Hancock teased.

"Ah, screw it."
RJ said with a coy smile, before pushing forward and pressing his lips into Nate's.

Nate pushed into the kiss, pressing a hand against RJs chest as he worked his tongue into his mouth. He then felt the hot, wet sensation of another kiss on his neck. Hancock was already eagerly joining in the action.

Holy shit. I can't believe we're doing this.
Nate thought.

Despite his obvious prior escapades with both men, Nate still found himself oddly nervous about what they were about to do. He'd never had a threesome before, so this was brand new territory for him.

Nate felt Hancock pull away from the kiss on his neck, and heard the sounds of those same kisses being pressed into RJ's neck. He could feel RJ's breath catch as their own mouths remained locked together. And he actually found it to be rather hot. He could feel his erection growing beneath the snug denim of his jeans. He suddenly felt a hand against his thigh. It was kind of exhilarating, not knowing If it was Hancock's or RJ's. Maybe Nate liked this more than he thought he was going to.

"Mmm, now we're getting somewhere."
Hancock said softly.

Nate pulled out of his kiss with RJ, so he could take a moment to assess the situation. RJ's hand was the one caressing his thigh. Meanwhile Hancock had a hand up beneath RJ's shirt. Running along his torso. Very hot indeed.

Better get my own hands to work.
Nate thought.

He leaned forward, pushing one hand against the growing bulge in RJ's pants, and one against Hancock's. He was pleasantly met with both men already being rather hard.

Fuck this is hot.
He thought, as RJ's hand shifted, unbuckling his belt and slipping into the waistband of his pants.

He let out a soft moan as RJ's hand wrapped around the length of his cock.
"F-fuck."

Hancock shifted his body. Standing up in front of Nate, before pulling his hard, throbbing cock free of his pants and eyeing Nate with lust in his gaze. Nate immediately read the situation. Leaning his own body forward, bringing his lips to Hancock's dick and opening his mouth wide, before feeling Hancock's hand press against the back of his head pushing him down around the full length. A stifled moan reverberating around the fullness in his mouth, causing Hancock to shudder with pleasure.

"Hey we can't let him have all the fun can we?" RJ whispered against Nate's neck. Before trailing a few soft kisses along his collarbone, then dropping his own head down to meet Nate's own cock, wrapping his lips around it before running his tongue in a few swift circles along the tip.

Holy FUCK.
Nate thought. As the pleasure of getting and giving head simultaneously washed over him. 
No wonder people are into this.

He enthusiastically sucked and slid his tongue across the cock filling his mouth. His own arousal growing with every second.

"H-hey now..."
Hancock stammered out between sharp breaths.
"I don't want to be finishing up just yet..."
He pulled himself free of Nate's mouth with an audible pop as the suction broke.

Nate pulled gently at RJ's hair urging him to pause what he was doing as well. Eager to see what Hancock had in mind next for them.

"Hey MacCready. Strip down."
He said. Locking eyes with RJ.

RJ nodded as he began stripping off layers, first his jacket, then his shirt, then his pants and underwear all at once. He knelt on the ground beside Nate as Hancock stood before them.

"You too brother."
He nodded in Nates direction as he dropped his own pants stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

Nate quickly pulled his shirt off and removed his own pants, leaving the three of them all equally, fully naked.

"Now..."
Hancock said, placing a hand against the back of RJ's head.
"Why don't you get down on your hands and knees sweetheart. I promise you'll like what's comin'."

RJ swallowed nervously, but he did as instructed, taking a position on all fours in front of Hancock. Hancock dropped to his knees in front of him. 
"Good boy."
He said, before pulling RJ's head foward, wrapping his mouth around his cock as he thrusted.

"Nnh...fuck that's good." Hancock moaned as he threw his head back.

"Nate... I think .... you know what to do ... right?"
He continued through heavy breaths, as RJ slid his mouth along the length of his cock.

Nate let out a deep breath that he didn't even realize he had been holding in. Yeah. He knew what to do. 

He gave a quick nod at Hancock before shuffling over to take a position behind RJ. He ran a hand along RJ's back before resting it on his hip. He spit down into his other hand, running the slickness along his cock, before lining it up with RJ's rear opening.

"Fuck RJ you look so hot right now."
He said aloud, quite enjoying the sight of RJ sucking cock.

He couldn't wait another minute. He pushed his hips forward against RJ. Who let out a desperate moan, despite his mouth being rather full at the given moment. 

"Ah ah! Fuck!"
Nate moaned as the sensation of RJ's hot insides around his cock flooded his body. He gripped RJ's hips firmly as he pulled him back with every thrust he gave, burying his cock deep with every movement.

"Nnn- F-fuck yes!" 
Hancock moaned, both hands now buried in RJ's messy auburn hair.

Nate could tell Hancock was close. He was barely holding out. His body shaking as RJ bounced forward into him from the impact of Nate's thrusts.

"Ah! AH!" 
He moaned loud as he pulled free of RJ's mouth, a spray of cum splashing across RJ's face as his mouth hung open, seemingly more than happy to be taking a load to the face.

Hancock let his body fall back onto the ground. Gasping for air from the intense orgasm he just had. He was obviously done with his part of this. And now with his mouth free once more, RJ's loud, needy moans echoed through the emptiness of the building. It was like music to Nate's ears. He wouldn't last much longer now.

He sped up his thrusting as he neared his own orgasm. At the same time, he leaned forward, reaching a hand around to grab RJ's cock as he began to stroke it.

"Nnh-Ah! Fuck! Yes! More!"
RJ moaned loudly.

Nate reached forward, grabbing RJ's shoulder with his free hand, pulling him upward until his back was flush against Nate's chest. He dropped his hand to RJ's waist as he pushed his head forward. Whispering softly into RJ's ear. "I want you to come for me RJ."

Apparently hearing it was all RJ needed to be pushed over the edge. As Nate immediately felt his cock twitch in his hand as his orgasm hit, his cum shooting forth across the ground in front of them.

A few more thrusts and Nate had reached his finish as well, pulling RJ into one final deep thrust and he let loose his cum, filling RJ as he gripped his body tightly.

"F-fuck yes!"
Nate moaned as his body shuttered with orgasm.
He pulled out, cum dripping from between him and RJ to the floor beneath them. 

Nate released his grip on RJ, who fell forward, his legs weak from being so rigorously fucked. He dropped to the ground beside Hancock, who wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Good job kid. How'd it feel to be the star of the show huh?" He said, into the crook of RJ's neck before kissing it gently.

RJ was still gasping for breath as he answered.
"Well...it...wow...i mean...wow."

Nate dropped to the ground to join them, positioning himself at RJ's other side, joining in on kissing at his neck.

"Well, we should get you cleaned up huh?"
Hancock said, running a hand along RJ's chest.
"We've still got a long day ahead of us."