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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fallout_4, Fallout_3
  Relationship:
      Robert_Joseph_MacCready/Original_Character
  Character:
      Robert_Joseph_MacCready, Original_Character, Original_Character(s)_-
      Character, Original_Male_Character_(Jack)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, non-con, dub-con, Emotions, Psychic_Wolves, Psychic_Wolves_For
      Lupercalia, Psychic_Bond, Kink, Jack_is_Amazing, (He_made_me_tag_that),
      That_Thing_Not_Lust, what_is_love?, Relationship_Evolution, heat_-
      Freeform, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Porn_With_Plot
  Series:
      Part 11 of Like_Good_Soldiers, Part 1 of Knives_to_a_Gunfight
  Collections:
      The_Sun_in_a_Jar, Psychic_Wolves_for_Lupercalia
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-13 Words: 16363
****** My Favorite Word ******
by EgoDominusTuus
Summary
     Jack always gets what he wants. (Companion Piece to Little Lady)
Notes
     The events of this work transpire exactly the same in the normal
     verse, save for the fact that there aren't wolves running about.
I’ve had blood on my hands since I was eight years old. I can remember it very
clearly, stark red against the dust of the Wasteland. I’d run my fingers
through the long, crimson locks of my hair… only to realize that the color was
the same. I’d killed the butcher, because he’d had the audacity to suggest that
I could pay him with something otherthan the money we didn’t have, if I wanted
to feed my family.
  Suffice to say, I’d gone home with a nice radsteak that night, and the
butcher’s smooth, shiny knife tucked into my pants. They’d never suspected that
the murder had happened at the hands of sweet little Jack, whose lilac eyes
held wide, and certainly couldn’t hold a lie. I’ve always been fucking
beautiful, and the charm that dripped from me like a palpable thing has always
worked to my advantage.
  “Jackbrought us dinner home.”
  “Jackis such a good boy.”
  “Jack,please, don’t do this.”
  “Jack, you’re so beautiful.”
  God, I think that my name has always been my favorite word.
   I realized that staying in some low life settlement wasn’t going to get me
anywhere. Between ghouls, super mutants, and the casual pervert like the
butcher, it was a dead fucking end. I already knew how to use my favorite,
shining blade to get what I wanted. I’d learned, as puberty hit me and I
started growing more handsome than beautiful, that I could use my looks to get
me anything that I wanted.
  And what I wanted was more. I wanted to get out of this Hell hole, and to not
have to worry about if I’d be able to eat for that week ever again.There were a
few options… but I wasn’t going to join up with the Brotherhood of Bastards,
ready to serve as long as you were ready to take orders. I needed something
that I could crawl to the top of the ranks of in record time. Raiders were too
sloppy - but Gunners.
  Gunners sounded charming.
  At least, they would be once I was in charge.
  Contacting the Gunners wasn’t that hard - I just told them that there was a
defenseless town that they could easily raid. Convincing them that I meant
business was something entirely different. I can still remember the way that my
mother screamed when I took that butcher’s blade and slid it into my father’s
stomach. It cut like butter from navel to nape, and the wash of gore at the
hands of a thirteen year old brought a small sound of appreciation from the men
standing behind me, guns pointed at my back.
  I turned, lilac eyes flaring, and felt the wash of crimson as my mother’s
scream tapered off. Her throat opened in a crimson grin, and she fell to the
ground, her gaze still fixated on me - her words still on her tongue.
  “Jack…”
  “That’s right,” I’d whispered then, “Say my name.” And then I’d turned back
to the Gunners, using the blood that had washed across my face to slick my hair
from my eyes. “You have a choice - kill me now, and I can promise that you’ll
lose one of your greatest assets… or,” I shrugged, and I felt a slow smile
spread across my lips, “You can let me stay… and I can promise, I’ll get you
more goods, recruits, and information than you could ever hope to get with your
ugly mugs.”
   Ah, charisma. Charisma and the blood-soaked face of a goddamn angel.It’ll
get you so many places.
 
---
 
  I have no shame in saying that I slept my way up in ranks, at least in part.
Sex is nice, especially when you know what you’re doing. I’d already had
practice in our little settlement - and apparently the Gunners were in short
supply of people who could make them moan… because they always came back and
begged for more.
   Begging, I could always use in my favor. Begging… mmm, I loved the sound of
it.
   Jack, please.
   Jack, one more time.
   Jack, don’t leave.
   Jack, fuck me harder.
   God, how could you get sick of hearing that?
   I was seventeen when I became the leader of the Gunners - through blood and
violence, and my fair share of rape, pillage, and plunder. They realized that
having a leader who could turn a whole settlement on his side with a warm
speech and a soft smile was a good thing. They also realized that I’d slit the
throat of anyone who stood in my way, and fuck anyone who behaved well. What
can I say? I’m a convincing man. As soon as I came into my position, I
immediately appointed someone to act in lieu of my command - I wasn’t going to
put my face out there, as the leader. Anyone who wanted to take out the Gunners
would have no problem finding me. Anyone who wanted to take out the Gunners
would have a hard time picking out dirt covered bastard A from dirt covered
bastard B. My word was the command, but I was never the one who issued it.
   I was a recruiter, a talent scout. I looked for new members of my gang,
because someoneneeded to start being a bit more picky about who came into the
ranks. And I was, for three years - I still let in the dirty-faced desperate,
because cannon fodder was necessary. But I also let in men like Winlock and
Barnes, who became my right hand assets (and who I actually took the time to
fuck more than once.) Amongst the boring, I brought in the special - and the
Gunners grew more efficient than they ever had before.
  But still, it wasn’t enough. And worse, I was getting bored with everyone
around me. They all called my name, and it did nothing to really brush against
my senses. I needed more.
  The only thing that brought me any real sense of satisfaction was Adonis - a
round of pups had come through the Gunners, and I’d made damn sure I had my
first pick. There wasn’t any waiting for my turn.I’d marched straight into the
pile of playful fluffballs and instantly knew which I was going for. In the
corner, with his head held high, sat Adonis. He was bigger than his brothers
and sisters, and his fur was not a white, or black. Instead, fluffy and thick,
it was a muddied white that seemed to dance with undertones of black.
  Mine. The word was instantly in my mind. He was the most gorgeous out of the
group - my fingers seized around him, and when his yellow eyes connected to my
own, I felt something instantly fall into place. I fell forward into the scent
of him, littermates blood and hubflowers. My favorite, sweet grape flavor. And
the bloodstain around his chin let me know why he wasn’t playing with his
littermates - he’d snapped at them to show them their place.
  He was perfect.
  Adonis was the only living thing in the camp that I didn’t get boredwith. He
came with me everywhere, and he quickly grew into a large wolf, who's back came
to my upper thigh. Of course, on a diet of meat - human and livestock alike, I
expected nothing less. Our minds flowed in sync, and when I fucked a new
recruit, Adonis always had his fun if they had a bitch.
 Still, listlessness and boredom were a living, breathing, palpable duo to me,
and I had to do something to fight it.
  I set out with a small group to do a raid; a caravan that was passing through
our territory. It should have been an easy mark, so I was confused when our
front men had a head… and then suddenly, they didn’t. I ordered the group to
keep moving forward, but I held back. Hidden in the shadows of the trees, I
waited.
  The flash of a silver muzzle, gunfire… blue eyes in the moonlight. Oh. Yes.
  There was no guilt in me as I hung back and watched the young sniper take out
the half dozen men that I’d brought with me to loot the caravan - it didn’t
look like it had very decent supplies anyway. Clearly, what I’d really been
looking for was standing in front of me now, lowering the barrel of his weapon
and wiping a few droplets of blood from his face where one of my boys had
gotten close enough to induce some blowback.
  Crimson smeared like a love letter on his cheek, and I watched him pull the
hat that he wore off to slick fingers through blonde hair. Where he’d come
from, the Commonwealth hadn’t touched him the same as the others.
   Wherever he came from, I knew where he was going. One way or another, he was
leaving with me.
  I didn’t approach him then; I had a feeling that, had I done so, he would
have tried to take my head off just as much as the Gunner’s that he’d wiped
out. I didnotice that he took the time to check my boy’s pockets for anything
of value. A slow smirk spread across my features as I listened to him curse
softly under his breath. His hands came down, fussing for a moment at the scarf
around his neck, I think checking to make sure there was no blood on it… and
then he went back to the caravan.
  I’d see where it was going, and then I’d let him know where hewas going.
There was no denying Jack the things that he wanted - I only hoped that my
little Sniper, as it were, made the right decision. I’d truss him up and bring
him back to my room if necessary.
  He walked through the rest of the night and into morning, dropping the
caravan off at the designated location. I made a mental note of the camp - we
could always come back and get their supplies later - and then followed him out
as he started to backtrack. I waited until he was well out of screaming
distance of the little settlement he’d gone to, and then I silently slid up
beside him. My voice spilling out caused him to jerk, his fingers instantly
going for his gun. With a small chuckle, my fingers dipped into my pocket,
grabbing a Grape Mentat to pop between my lips.
  “Calm down, I’m not here to hurt you.” Yet. “My name’s Jack,” you’ll be
shouting it very soon.“You look like you might be a good shot. I was
wondering,” My fingers dug into my pocket, and I pulled out a small bag that
shook in evidence of the caps inside, “Are you for hire?” My lips spread into a
slow, charming smile, and my free hand came up to tuck a few strands of hair
from my gaze.
   “Why should I trust you, mun--” He cut himself off, blue eyes narrowing,
“Jack?” A small little shiver trailed up my spine at the way he hissed my name
out. The small smile on my face spread further, and I tilted my head to the
side.
   “You don’t have to trust me,” I shook the bag in my hand again, making it
clear that there were enough caps in there to keep him stocked up on food and
ammo for a good month, “But you can trust a bag full of caps, and the fact that
I need a sniper at my back.” Of course, I was going to have to make up a
job,now. I needed to see in what direction his moral compass had a tendency to
swing. My fingers came to my lips and I gave a quick, sharp whistle. I felt the
press of Adonis on my mind - he’d been hanging back, watching for any
intruders. The great white wolf loped up to us now, the bursts of black twined
in his underfur shifting to show through occasionally, and my fingers came up
to spill through the thick fur between his ears.
  We want this one, Adonis. Let’s play nice.
   I saw the way that the boy in front of me startled, his eyes wary, his
fingers gripping his gun all the tighter with it turned towards my wolf. Adonis
sat beside me calmly, yellow eyes turning up to look at me dubiously.
Really?Those eyes said.
  “Oh, stop that .” I looked into those blue eyes, my own brows furrowed. “He’s
mine, and he won’t hurt you as long as you play nice.” My fingers stroked
through Adonis’ fur once more, and I shook the bag of caps one more time. “So,
are you game?” I tried to make my face the epitome of boyish innocence - this
one seemed far too untrusting. It was clear that he hadn’t seen much of the
world, from the way that he’d reacted to Adonis… and it was just as clear that
he was already jaded to people, from the way he reacted to me. He was this
mixture of innocence and mistrust all at once, and I couldn’t help but to be
curious of the taste.
   Finally, after a long pause, his voice gave me an answer, “... what’s the
job?”
   Of course, he’d ask the one question that I didn’t have an answer for. I
looked him up and down, curious as to what aspect of the Gunners would appeal
most to his sensibilities. Clearly, the caps were a perk for him, or his eyes
wouldn’t have watched the way that the bag swung back and forth so carefully,
as though he was calculating the pay by clinking tops alone. We took what we
want, when we wanted it. We were secure, in our own way. I wouldn’t call us a
family, but we watched after ours when it came down to it.
  Hmm.
  “There’s a Raider camp to the north that took something from my group.”
They’d attacked a group of my men - looted their bodies and left them for
scavenger food. “They have some comeuppance in order, and I want my things
back.” Their weapons, ammo, armor. And everything that the fucking Raiders had.
“You can have your share of the rifle ammo that we loot. We don’t have many
snipers.”
  Yet.
  His eyes lit up at the mention of ammo, and even more at the mention of
raiders, and I felt a small clench of satisfaction in my gut. I was excellentat
reading people.
  “I can handle raiders,” his voice sounded confident. I threw the bag of caps
at him, forcing him to lower the rifle that he’d still been holding at
attention to catch it.
   “My group pays better than that caravan ever could.” I shrugged at my own
words, and turned tail. After a second, I heard him move to catch up to my
side. My smile was quick to come, and I flicked another look at him. “What’s
your name?”
  “Robert Joseph MacCready.” He spoke the name proud, like it was something
sweetly unique that he could say it. I couldn’t get a complete read on his
actions, and that of itself was interesting.“And you’re Jack..?” Like he meant
to get the rest of it.
  “Just Jack.” I’d lost my last name the minute that I slit my mother’s throat.
Jackson Blaze Ledman wasn’t a person at all. Not anymore.
  “All right, Just Jack ,” his blue eyes were cool as he spoke, but I could see
him assessing me as he stood beside me, and apparently approving of
somethingthat he saw, “Let’s get this job over and done with.”
 
---
 
  Robert Joseph MacCready was startlingly easy and difficult to get information
out of all at once. His body language often gave him away. When I casually
asked him where he’d come from, he’d blatantly refused to give me a straight
answer more than a place with a bunch of people around our age. He’d looked my
face over then, as though to ascertain for sure that we were close to age, and
the thought clicked in my head. I’d heard of a place run by children, where no
adults were allowed.
   Sweet fucking summer child.
   Likewise, when I carefully let hot breath spill across his neck while
leaning to get food from our campfire that night, and gooseflesh spilled across
his skin, chased by a full shiver, my mind instantly clicked on the word
virgin.
  Innocent on so many levels.I was hard just thinking about it.
  There was also something about the fact that he was fixated on our age, and I
instantly latched onto it, wondering if my sneaking suspicion was correct.
“Well, it’s hard to trust anyone much older, isn’t it?” My eyes had flicked to
the campfire, and I shrugged, “They’re only out for themselves.”
  He’d given me a wary, careful expression then, but I could see the way that
my words sunk in.
  Perfect.
---
 
  The raider camp seemed quiet in the light of the rising dawn. I wanted every
single one of them wiped out - I’d meant to bring a bigger crew with me to do
so, but I had faith in my skill. After all, I had my newfound little Sniper to
back me up. My fingers slipped into my boot, pulling out the knife that I’d
kept with me since my childhood. “Are you ready for this?” My words were soft
spoken, and I could see the way that he seemed to be steeling himself. A curt
nod was my only answer, but it was good enough.
  “Stay here, watch my back.” Watch me work.
   Adonis and I were a quiet, swift shadow as we snuck our way into the camp.
Between his sharp teeth and my skilled fingers, four of the raiders were taken
out before anyone noticed the sound of gurgling throats being slit.
  What I hadn’t accounted for was the fact that the bastards had been expecting
us. Well, fuck.
  “Start earning your caps then, MacCready.” I muttered it under my breath, and
no sooner had I said it then I felt the explosion of a skull beside me - I’d
been ready to throw my blade into his body, but MacCready’s aim was dead true.
I didn’t take the time to look behind me - from the trajectory, I could tell
exactly where he stood. A small smile flit my features, and I got back to work.
   Four more bodies in, and my shirt stained crimson, and I noticed something
off kilter. A few feet from me, a gun was raised, level and steady.
  It wasn’t aimed at me.
  My mind took a quick second to think - it was aimed where Robert Joseph
MacCready was standing. The raider seemed to be taking careful aim, and I saw
when the smile bloomed across his features - a perfect shot. I got that same
smile when someone exposed their neck in a fight.
  Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Sweet summer child indeed.
  I dove forward before I knew what I was doing, and I felt the explosion of
the gun against my shoulder. My vision ran the color of murder.
   A sharp snap was the man’s wrist - I quickly switched my knife to the hand
that was still properly working and felt it slam home in the fucker’s torso. It
ripped up in a wash of red,and in tandem, a bullet took him in the skull.
  Red, red, red.It was like Robert and I were singing a duet of flesh and
blood.
  My shoulder screamed protest as I moved to the left, dropping the body to
finish the job at hand - there were only a small handful of raiders left, and
my little Sniper took out three of the four quicker than I would have expected
possible. As my knife sank home into the fourth, Adonis dragging him down to
the ground to tear at his throat, I could hear Robert approaching.
  I let the pain that I was feeling sweep into my eyes, but I kept my face
stubborn as I turned to look at him. I could feel blood dripping in a steady
flow from my shoulder, and I didn’t have to fake it as I half leaned back
against the dirty shack that I’d pulled the last raider out of.
  I saw blue eyes slant to my obvious wound, and golden brows snap together.
“Do you need a doctor?”
  “Do you see a doctor around here?” I wiped the blade of my knife on a clean
spot of my pants and slid it home in my boot. My working fingers dipped into my
pocket to find another Mentat, and I frowned. “I’ll be fine.” My eyes searched
his face - had he seen that I’d taken the bullet for him in the first place?
Could I turn this into my benefit? I fucking hated getting wounded - I damn
well needed to give it a purpose.
   I could see the way that his mind was processing things, and I let myself
shrug. “It’d be piss poor of me to get you shot on your first job.” People
don’t wound things that are mine. My mind sparked to his distrust, to the way
that he seemed to need of showing that he was self-sufficient - like a kid. All
kids really wanted to know that there was someone there… someone who they could
stand beside. Someone on their side. “I’ve got your back, Robert Joseph
MacCready.” Blood was a hot line down my shoulder, but I fixed him with my
lilac eyes. Waiting… waiting.
  The silence in the camp around us - deafening proof that we were alone, save
for Adonis crunching happily on fresh bones - held nothing but a small intake
of his breath. Surprise flashed across his features for a brief moment, and
then he shouldered his rifle.
  “Thanks,” Begrudging, but not really. Like a child trying to sound tougher
than they were, “I’ve got your back, too.”
  Perfect.
 
---
 
  It wasn’t hard to convince him after my display of protectiveness that the
Gunners was the way to go. More caps than he needed, food, a steady place to
live. He was with us for a few months when I realized I needed to get him a
bitch. A few groups of pups were pooled together, and I took all of the males
to the side. I’d have repeated the process as many times as necessary, but
Robert came away with a pretty little female pup, and I could hear the low
rumble of satisfaction in Adonis’ chest.
  I always took care of my boy, after all.
  More months still, and I spent every chance that I could to learn more about
my newly acquired Sniper. Small brushes, gentle touches, all seemingly
accidental - but it was a sweet gathering of information that told me where
some of his sweet spots were. I waited until his bitch was old enough that
Adonis wouldn’t break her… and then I carefully threatened every bastard in my
camp.
  Let MacCready have the showers tonight. To himself. If you fucking interrupt
him, I’ll flay you alive and feed you your own flesh, understood?
  No one had argued with me. My men were smart enough to know that my threats
weren’t idle.
  I put Adonis at the shower door - I knew that my little Sniper’s wolf would
try to interrupt me sooner rather than later, and I wasn’t going to have any of
that. Opening the door gave a small burst of steam - the cool night made the
sun warmed water a sweet luxury that I’m sure Robert was enjoying.
  I slid in silent as a whisper and leaned my back against the wall, watching
the way that he leaned into the water, letting it spill over the sweet curve of
his back, down to squeezable ass cheeks.
  Perfect.
   I stripped down, letting my clothing fall silently to the ground. I might
have waited until he was done, but watching the water slip across his skin was
making me jealous - I wanted to touch him, now. I’d waited so long… it was
finally fucking time.I took a second to spill a Grape Mentat between my lips,
and then I stepped forward, my cock already hard from having watched him… and
from the knowledge that I’d finally hear him screaming my name, sooner rather
than later.
  God, I was going to make him fucking beg for how long I’d had to wait.
  Of course, I’d have made him beg, anyway.
  Careful footsteps brought me within inches of him, and for a moment, I
acquainted myself with the way that the line of heat running from his body was
a fraction warmer than the water that spattered back against my bare flesh.
  When his head dipped back and sopping hair fell against my shoulder though, a
slow, burning grin spilled across my face.
  Time to play.
   I felt the tension and confusion instantly burn across his body, but my
eager fingers were already spilling forward. Hungry pads danced against his
ribs, feeling the remnants of broken bones that hadn’t been set just right.
Beneath the grime of the Wasteland, Robert Joseph MacCready had perfect skin,
only made more enticing by the scars that kissed his flesh. My wandering touch
took me across the sweep of a tight, muscled abdomen, my touch full of clear
intention as I swept across his hips. I let my hand dance down for a moment, to
the top of his thigh, and then back up to what I’d been seeking all along -
smooth, hard, wet.
  Mmmmm….
  His body stiffened in full now, and the head that had been against my
shoulder snapped up. I saw him try to focus, try to think - I wasn’t going to
have any of that. Instead, I dipped my head forward and did something that I’d
been aching to do for so many months.
  My mouth found his in a hot kiss, tongue not waiting for permission to part
his lips and delve inside. My hand closed around the impressive girth of the
man in front of me, and I could nearly feel a low moan of appreciation spilling
from my throat as I let my tongue lay claim to the mouth that had been mine all
along. I pulled back from the kiss, though only enough to let my tongue play a
hot line to his cheek, licking the shower water from his skin as I made my way
to his ear.
  “I see my little Sniper is hardly so little where it counts.” The realization
that spilled over his body was a delicious thing - I could feel him tense in
recognition of my voice. I could feel the sweet tingle of goosebumps cover his
flesh as my tongue curved along the shell of his ear.
  “Jack --” Mmm, fuck me, I loved the way that my voice came from his throat.
Panicked, confused, and just a shade of breathy.
  “You remembered my name.” How could he have forgotten it, when I made my
presence a soft background of permanence in his everyday life. I just wanted an
excuse. “ Good.That needs to be rewarded, I think. Don’t you agree?” I’d been
caressing his erect prick before, but now I let my fingers give a tight
squeeze, pumping harder in recognition of the way that he mewled my name. I
could feel a slight, reflexive thrust from his sweet virgin hips, and I had to
swallow a growl.
  “Jack, st--” No. My mouth covered his lips before he could demand that I left
him be. Not that it would do him a damn bit of good. I was going to have him
whether he wanted it or not - his cooperation would just signify how much he
enjoyed himself. For a moment, he gave in to the way that my tongue pillaged
his mouth, and then I felt him tense. His body shifted to gain leverage, and it
wasn’t hard to guess what he was doing.
  I used his own momentum against him as I wrenched his elbow that he’d
intended to dig against my ribs. I pulled that arm behind his back and send him
spinning forward, pinning him against the cold steel of the shower walls. A low
grumble of satisfaction spilled through me - it was always a bit more fun when
they fought, after all.
  “Now,” I spilled my warning against his neck, “don’t be naughty, I do want
both of us to enjoy this.” And he would. I had full confidence in my skills -
I’d make him scream, even if he didn’t think he needed to. I jerked his arm
upward to get my point across - I’d have him, one way or another. Fighting
would only bring on pain. What I wanted to give him was pleasure.A small sound
spilled from him, and I knew why he panicked. It was his arm, his strength, how
he earned his keep.
  And I’d pop it out of the fucking socket if I had to.
  I eased off before I did any actual damage - I much preferred him a sweet
artist with his skills, and breaking his arm would stop him from painting me
pictures of death ever again. “Don’t make me change my mind.” My mouth spilled
forward, my lips a press against the base of his skull in contrast to the
punishment I’d just delivered. It was all about equal shares - pain and
pleasure could go hand in hand, if you knew how to meter them out.
  I knew how.
  “I--”
  “I know.” Free fingers swept upward, pushing aside blonde hair that was dark
brown with the moisture of the shower. Greedy, my tongue spilled out to lick
against the shell of his ear once more, and I reveled in the feel of his body
shivering in response. It felt good, so good,but I wanted more. I wanted his
voice like a gentle cry, whimpering out my favorite word.
  “Now, be a good kitten and purrfor Jack. I know you can.”
  My fingers slipped forward again, hungry from having been denied touching him
for those few moments. Digits splayed, and I pressed my palm flat against his
waist, securing him against my body. I let my head lean forward so that my lips
could get at the sweet taste of his neck - his pulse jumping beneath my careful
ministrations. My tongue took delicate tastes of his skin, and my body gave a
bursting demand of touch him again.
  He wasn’t going to try to run this time.
  I slipped my fingers from his wrist and let them drop again to the half-
hardness of his prick. Pain and the chill of the wall had stolen away my work,
but my skilled hands quickly brought my little Sniper back to full attention…
and the sounds, oh the fucking glorious sounds that spilled hard and needy from
his chest when he gave way to the sensation of me stroking hard at his cock was
nearly enough to make me lose myself and all of my plans then and there.
  Nearly.
  I could feel his weight hard against my palm, the corded muscles of my arm
keeping him upright and flush against me. His hands flailed almost weakly,
trying to find something to hold on to, and the writhing motion of his body
send slick flesh working against my dick in an all too tantalizing fashion.
  “Jack--” My hand pumped harder, my eyes closing tight at the way he whimpered
out that word, my favorite word. “Jack--fuck--”
  No, but we will soon.
   “That’s right, kitten…” Mmm, fuck but he felt good. The way that he
whimpered drove me to thrust my hips forward, my pelvis working in tandem with
the stroke of my fingers, so that each long stroke brought my cock closer to
that tight ring of muscle that was just beggingme to fill it.
   Another thrust, and I could feel his dick pulsing in my hand, the large vein
heady and ready for release. My eyes slanted open, and I could see the way that
he thrummed and throbbed, the shade of that sweet organ darker with the want,
ready to give way to its desires. Once more… once more…
  And then I stepped away from him, leaving him cold and nearly collapsing
against the steel of the wall. My voice was hot when I spoke. “Oh, not yet.”
Eager little kitten. “Not even close, my little Sniper. I’ve waited too long
for this for you to be finished so soon.”
  “Jack --” I spilled his body around. For just a second, my eyes swept over
eager muscles and moist skin. I needed him out of this shower. Now.My hands
came around him, the strength in my arms in tandem with the lean build of his
small frame making it easy for me to pick him up and throw him easily over my
shoulder. I took a second to possessively dance my fingers against his thigh,
and then spilled forward to turn off the shower water.
   No need to be wasteful, after all.
   My hand found his flesh again, this time in a stinging slap that made my
palm burn and my body scorch - his prick against my chest jerked in response to
the touch. He was learning already. I could feel a blush crawl along his flesh,
hot against my hold.
  “Alright. Let’s get going; I have a specialtreat set up just for you.”
  I spilled from the showers, completely aware of the fact that anyone in camp
could turn to see Robert Joseph MacCready’s bare ass if they bothered to. Of
course, they could turn and see my perfectly muscled nudity as well, if they
wanted. My modesty wasn’t a factor - I had none. I wasn’t concerned with them
looking at Robert. They could look, but I’d break their fingers off and feed
them to Adonis if they touched. In my arms, my captive attempted to struggle
for freedom. It was easy enough to bounce him hard against my shoulder - I felt
the burst of air leave him as he came back to impact, and the sensation of
having the breath knocked out of him seemed to be enough to still his attempts.
  It only took a few moments to get to my own, private bunker. It was the place
that all of the men in camp wished to end up, but only a scant few had ever
seen. I’d made it special ready for the kitten in my arms now, and I was more
than just a little anxious to see how good he would look against crimson. I
kicked the door open, trusting that Adonis would push it shut behind us after
ushering Lady in, and dumped the bundle in my arms against crimson sheets
without warning.
  I only took a moment to look at him, spilled and wide-eyed against the
sheets, and then I crawled onto the bed atop him. My mouth slanted, covering
his again - and my stomach curled with pleasure at the feeling of the man
beneath me struggling for dominance in the kiss. The distraction was an easy
one, and I was easily able to clip metal cuffs around his wrists without him
giving much notice - he was too lust drunk and needy in his first time to give
much attention to anything other than our kiss. I could taste the pureness of
him, and I wanted more.
  I pulled back with a slow grin, sitting upright. Beneath me, breathless,
panting, eyes half dazed with desire, he tried to follow me up.
  The clink of handcuffs against bedposts brought him to a still. The panic
that flooded through his eyes was nearly as delicious as the taste of him still
on my tongue. He jerked again, a vain attempt at escape, and I moved to the
foot of the bed to cuff him spread eagle.
  Sweet.
  Innocent.
  Perfect.
  Helpless.
  A slow smirk curled across my visage, and I took a moment to roll my eyes up
and look at my sweet little trussed up companion. I could feel the heat of my
breath spilling from his engorged flesh back against my face, and his eyes
flashed a sweet exhibition of his mixed emotions; but crawling out from the
back, sweet desire reigned supreme in my vision.
  I was greedy enough to let my tongue slide out, a soft, slow stroke against
the slitted head of his prick that still stood at attention. I drank down the
taste of his pre-cum like it was my own, personal ambrosia. In that one taste,
I could tell that he would burst into fire if I took him into my mouth - one
sweet swallow would send him over the edge. His hips jerked, his body begging
even as he tried to keep the sensation of need off of his face. The body will
alwaysgive you away.
  I pulled back, a low chuckle spilling from my chest. The taste of him was
still sweet and thick on my tongue, and it was heady. “So eager… that’s good,
so good.” I was going to make this an experience that he could never forget -
no one would fuck him as good as I could. “I’ve got so many things to show you,
kitten. So many things that I’m dyingfor you to learn.”
   With his nectarous taste still clinging to my tongue, I pushed away from the
bed.
   I wasn’t sure how long it would take the little kitten on my bed to cool
down, so I made a show of making myself busy. I could feel his eyes trail me
across the room, until I disappeared into the back. Even after, I kept my mind
pressing hard against his own - the warmth of my presence a tangible thing even
when he couldn’t see me. I couldn’t let his bitch’s panic spill through the
link - I wanted him flaccid, not fighting. I’d always had the ability to
impress my own will through the pack-bond, better than anyone that I’d met
before. I happily exercised that skill now, with Robert Joseph MacCready, so
his bitch’s fury was a small twinge in the back of our minds.
  I could hear the clink of cuffs against the solid wooden bedposts, but I
wasn’t worried about him escaping. I’d set this room up with all levels of
strength and size in mind - and my little kitten was nearly a head shorter than
me. He wasn’t going to get out.
  I spilled back into the room, and I could feel him chained against the bed in
a hot line on the back of my senses. I didn’t turn to look at him though - my
voice, soft and silky, was murmuring a song under my breath that I’d heard on
the Diamond City Radio Station more than once.
   I’m the type of guy who will never settle down…
   I could feel the tension between our bodies, thick and palpable, and my
fingers made quick work of opening up the cooler where I kept the lube stored.
Though there were multiple types, a slow grin spilled across my face -
hubflower scented, of course. With the can in my hand, I stood again - only one
thing left to do, really. I went to the door, carefully checking the latches. I
made a show of it; look at the door, because I know that you aren’t going to go
out of it.
  I turned after that, my fingers coming to the thick, muddied white fur of
Adonis’ head. I knew that he wouldn’t let Lady turn to rip my fingers off,
though I could feel the bristle of how much she wanted to.
  I wonder if she’d ever learn - she was safer here in this room than she’d
ever be out there.
  The low rumble that spilled from Adonis’ chest didn’t need words. It was
eager, aching. Lady was the most capable wolf amongst the camp. Of course he
would want her.
  I looked at him, my head tilting, and pressed a response to my impatient
companion.
  Soon.
  Fuckyesplease.
  I hadn’t even sent the thought to my eager little captive, but he’d given me
a response all the same. I turned my full attention back to the bed, back to
the man lying against it - his cock was only justerect. He’d calmed.
  That meant that I could start again.
   Wonderful.
   “What’s the matter, kitten?” I crawled slowly onto the bed, over his body so
that the tease of my voice was accompanied by the tease of my body. “Did I
leave you waiting too long?” Of course I had - that was the entire point of it.
“I’m sorry… don’t you still want me?”
  You will.
  He opened his mouth to respond, and I could see the no, forming on his lips.
I wasn’t going to take that - it wasn’t going to be uttered in my presence. I
slid my mouth over his again, instead, and let my tongue sweep away his
response. For some reason, I reallydidn’t want to hear it from him. My tongue
pierced and delved into the sweet cavern of his mouth for a moment, drawing a
long growl of pleasure from my chest. After a moment, my greed overwhelmed me,
and I pulled from his mouth to taste the rest of him.
  My head slipped down with the determination to leave no inch of him
unexplored. I needed to note exactly where his sweet spots where, exactly where
I could touch and taste that would drive him to the sweet brink of lust-induced
insanity. When I found those spots, my mind pressed words against his own. Do
you like that, kitten? Here..? My tongue swept across his nipple, delving lower
to lick a line along his side, … or here? My teeth were a gentle bite against
his flesh, my fingers holding tight to his hips to keep him still. Yes, good,
hold still for me--
   My mouth swept across the planes just to the side of his jolting and erect
prick, the apex of his leg and pelvis. I sucked there long and hard. Oh, there
we go, that’s it, say my name kitten. And he was - soft, low, throaty moans
that I don’t think he realized were spilling from his throat. All that he was
sending back in the net of our bond was a thrumming, jolting need of want want
want , backed with why this? Stop, don’t stop…
  Soon-- very soon.
   My mouth shifted upward again, tongue paying tribute to the lean, perfectly
toned stomach that was built from hard work and not enough food. I licked along
those lines like a pilgrim paying tribute to a newfound land. The whimpers of
my name rose higher, more erratic, and I fucking lovedthe sound of it.
  That’s it, kitten, louder now, I know you can. Because you can’t live without
good ol’ Jack, can you?
   “ Jack…!!”Strangled, needy, wanted and aching, and the volume of that shout
was enough to draw my mouth from his skin, because my mind was burning to see
his face now. My eyes caught his own, and I let my gaze sear into his mind.
  “Jack what?” My breath was a tickle of promise and threat against his flesh,
but I refused to touch him again. My name wasn’t enough.
   My name was alwaysenough. But not now. I needed more.
   My fingers delved slowly down, slipping from his hips to squeeze his sweet,
plump ass. He shifted, moaning against the touch, and God, it sounded so good.
“ Tell me,kitten, tell Jack what you want him to do.”
   “Jack--” I wanted more than just that - my hands shifted again, fingers
moving to delve between those sweet pillows, so that one digit could press
against the tight ring of muscle that I wanted so very much to plunder. It was
a sweet promise, and an aching threat. Give me what I want.
  What did I want? His voice, more of his voice, crying, begging. Pleading.
   “ Jack please, please--!”
  Ahh…
  My mouth moved on his cock in a quick motion, swallowing him down without any
hesitation. I took him in until the sweet scent of his short-hairs tickled at
my nose, and his hips answered the motion of my mouth. Intoxicating.
  You taste so fucking good, kitten, yes, cry for me.
  My mind was a soft flow of praise for the taste of him, the way that his
length tickled against the back of my throat and left droplets of precum for me
to swallow down. He whimpered so pretty, crying out my name, that a reward was
in order. It wasn’t hard to shift my hands, slicking the digits with the purple
lubrication, and then bring them back to my kitten’s tight little hole. I
pressed for just a second against that tight ring of muscle, and then let the
slickness of the lubrication do its work - my knuckle popped inside, and the
rest of my finger followed. Inside, I crooked the digit, thrusting the long
length upward to press hard against the sweet glands of pleasure that were
hidden in his depths.  My finger stroked upward, and I could feel the
tightness, the heat of him squeezing hungrily around the digit.
  My cock jumped with the feel of it - he was going to be so good.I slipped
another finger in after a few thrusts.
  So fucking tight and hot, kitten. Are you ready for me, yet?
  He spoke but he didn’t - the things uttered from his lips weren’t words so
much as a small echo of unbidden, untouched sensation. My fingers scissored
inside of him and drew out a scream of my name that I was sure poured through
the camp. There was no guilt in me for this - only desire, and pleasure, and a
need to claim and brand the sweet boy beneath me as mine. Forever.
   I’d do it with words - with begging, with lust and need. He’d never forget
this night. No one would evermake him feel this way.
   For now though, I needed another taste of him. I slid away from his body and
heard it when he keened in protest, whimpering and whining at the lack of my
touch. I chuckled - so needy, already. A mewling kitten beneath my
ministrations. He was learning.
  My mouth pressed against his, because I couldn’t stand notto drink down that
sound, my tongue licking it up while my hips shifted. His tender hole was
slicked with lubrication, and I could feel it warm against the tip of my dick
as I let my hips angle to press the head of my cock against him. My hands
moved, pressing against his abdomen - it wouldn’t do to let his eagerness spoil
things now. I pressed forward, my prick a threat and a promise wrapped in a
blanket of lust.
  “Do you want me, kitten?”
   I could see the word please fill his eyes like a flood, but it wasn’t
enough. “ Jack--”
   “Do you want me?” He hadn’t answered me, and I could feel my voice warming
in more than just lust. A threat - I needed his answer like I needed to another
breath. I wanted it to fill my lungs and give me life. I think he could sense
it beneath me, because I could see him struggling to think, to feel past the
ocean of need in which I’d gladly cast him adrift. I moved forward, so that my
mouth hovered over his - so that the sweet scent of grapes washed from my
breath back into my nose, tinged with the flavor of his mouth.
  “Please Jack,” It was all one rush, like he only had the one breath to speak
with. “ Yes please yes yes !” I pushed forward to kiss him, wanting to take
those words inside of me, to keep and covet them - but still, in the back of my
mind, I knew it wasn’t enough. I needed more, and Robert Joseph MacCready
needed to fucking burnfor me. I would take no less. I needed him dizzy and
addicted, with my name branded on the tip of his tongue.
   I needed to ruinhim.
   I thrust my body forward, a low rumble of pleasure spilling through me as my
hips spilled the head of my prick into that tight hole. It clenched around me,
begging for more, but no. Not yet.
   I stilled completely, my palms pressed hard to his torso to keep him steady.
   “You’re going to have to beg harder than that, kitten. I can’t hear how much
you want me.”
   I could see outrage in his eyes, and it was so goddamn delicious. He struck
me as someone who didn’t beg, but… oh, he was begging now. With his eyes, with
his body. With a million little whimpers ofyes please, I want you, I want you
spilling from his tongue in a sweet litany to yours truly.
  But I needed more.
  “Ask me to fuck you ,” Mmm, letting the demand drip from my tongue made my
body blaze. Hearing him say them would be perfect. Maybe my new favorite words.
    His head fell back, and I heard the whimper of agony and need and defeat,
but then I heard him gasp in air. “ Please , Jack-- I want--” He whimpered,
scrambled, and then gave in to me.
  I always knew you would.
   “Fuck me please.” My prick throbbed, my body threatening to explode then and
there, and I thrust forward again - a sweet inch, and another… but not fully
in. Not yet. There was one more thing.
  One more.
  “Who do you belong to, kitten?”    
  And this time he didn’t hesitate - this time he knew the answer. “ You you
Jack please.”
   Satisfaction burned through me in flames that touched all of my nerve
endings. “And you’re always going to.” A sweet promise and deeper threat. He
was never going to get away from me. I let my hips finally follow forward with
the motion they’d wanted since I first snuggled my prick between his cheeks in
the shower. I dove deep, and his body arched up on the bed to meet me.
  Better still, he screamed - and the sound burned away everything inside of me
but the need to fuck him senseless. My hips gave no quarter, my tongue no mercy
when it licked against his skin. There was nothing but the way that I was
thrusting harder and faster into him, and the way that his body was trembling
and clenching in threat of orgasm around my burning, aching prick. I didn’t
care - I fucking wanted it. I wanted him to come so hard that he’d see stars,
and so hard that he’d never feel satisfaction again, unless it was from my
touch. He tried to jerk forward to meet me, but the cuffs kept him secure to
the bed, kept him from wrapping needy hands around my body.
   I shifted my hips, timing my thrust with the intake of his breath - each
gyration of my hips was punctuated with another scream that was my name and a
confession of his pleasure all wrapped in one. I drew it out as long as I
could, the hard ministrations of my pelvis perfectly angled to play over his
sweet spot again and again until his mind was crying out finally, and his lips
were singing the words aloud in sweet duet to his thoughts.
  And then he was spilling scorching waves of thick, roped heat against his
chest, against mine, and I was flooded with the scent of his pleasure. I wasn’t
done yet, though - I wasn’t finished with him.
   Not by a long shot.
  My body continued to work, raking again and again over that cluster of nerves
that would send wave after wave of pleasure pouring through his overwhelmed
body - I could feel the tight heat of his core clenching against my cock again
and again, milking and begging and just as wanton as the rest of him for the
spill of my seed. And then my breath contracted, because his body jerked around
my dick; heat pulsed from me, thick heat that went straight into his gut and
left him whimpering and whining in the most delicious way.
  My mouth came down to feed at those sounds again - fuck me if he didn’t taste
better than Grape Mentats in that moment - my hips continued to pump, sending
my sweet fluids deeper into his body, and my tongue stroked in tandem with the
swirl of my hips. I forced the kiss against his lips like a burning brand, and
when the last of my pleasure spilled inside of him, I pulled back.
  But I didn’t crawl off of him. I stayed draped over his frame, sweat clinging
to the lines of my body and aching pleasure a heady thing, addicting as the
flavor of grape.
   “...Jack?” His voice was soft, timid, unsure.
   I’d make him sure. My sweet summer child wasn’t so innocent anymore.
  “You belongto me now, kitten.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead as his eyes
slipped closed. Exhaustion and overstimulation pulled him into a deep sleep -
I’d been worried I’d have to drug him. Instead, I stayed curled against him,
over him, protective and possessive for another moment. I could hear Adonis
shifting behind me, keeping Lady pinned so that she wouldn’t turn to bite us
both.
  Finally, I slid off of his body, my lilac eyes turning to the bitch behind
us. “I could just leave him chained, you know?” But I wouldn’t do that. My
hands made quick work of the cuffs, fingers taking a moment to massage at his
wrists. I carefully arranged his slender frame in the center of the bed. As
tempting as it was to curl up beside him so that he’d wake in the circle of my
arms - the arms that owned him - I had things to do. As a leader, my work was
never done. Instead, I pulled a sheet up and over him, tucking him in with the
utmost care.
  Stay still. Sharp, a fucking barked command, and Lady was stunned enough
under the weight of it that Adonis had time to slip off of her as I made my way
to the door. I cast one last glance back to Robert Joseph MacCready - my little
Sniper, my purring kitten fast asleep and filled with my brand.
  Mine.I pressed the thought against him, and he twisted in his sleep - hands
reaching, or maybe moving to push away. With a low chuckle, I grabbed a change
of clothes and spilled nude from the room, modesty the last thing on my mind as
I moved.
  I needed a shower.
 
---
 
  Business took a bit longer than I intended, but not so long that I felt
guilty leaving my little Sniper closed up in my room. Afterall, I had a clean
supply of water in there. I took the time to stop by the kitchens on the way
back - I usually had the top-of-the-line meal, and the cook didn’t blink twice
when I asked for double the amount. The only thing that he looked at me oddly
for was the pitcher of milk that I demanded.
  He knew that I didn’t like milk.
  Adonis was given double portions of a large chunk of some type of meatwithout
question, and we headed back to the room, the blood of the fresh kill dripping
from his jaws in a spattering trail against the dirty ground. Even before I
stepped through the door, my wolf had his ears perked forward, his head tilted
curiously.
  Noise. Inside. Moving.
  Hm, seemed my little kitten was being curious.
  I pushed the door open in time to see him shoving himself back from the metal
cooler that I kept pushed out of sight. I held the door open with one arm, the
tray of food carefully balanced on the other. I knew, without a doubt in my
mind, that he wasn’t going to run. I’d spent months getting myself familiar
with his habits, and I was starkly aware of the fact that MacCready ate once a
day.
  Only once, but like clockwork. It never failed - I’d picked up the habit of
it when we were traveling back to the Gunner’s camp. He’d watched me with
careful eyes then, and once we’d gotten back to the camp, I’d returned the
favor. Even the cook muttered under his breath about the fact that MacCready
didn’t seem to like his food, because he only showed up to eat dinner.
  I’d ordered extra portions for him then - only a little at a time, so that
he’d be less inclined to notice the increase, but still.
  I was also aware of the fact that he had skipped eating last night in lieu of
the empty shower. The food in my arms smelled mouthwatering, and I could
already see both he and Lady staring at it, hunger twisting along with anxiety
in their minds. Adonis beside me perked his ears forward, his nose inhaling the
scent of what MacCready had been up to.
  He impressed on me the scent of them - everywhere - and MacCready still
smelling like grape and sex and steel..He’d been going through my things.
Naughty, curious boy.
  “We brought you dinner, kitten.” I smiled, slow and sure of myself, and
closed the door behind me. I casually strolled in front of where he was
crouched and sat myself back against the bed; my eyes didn’t stray from him as
I moved. “Don’t you want to come eat with me? Aren’t you hungry?”
  I heard it when his stomach rumbled, and triumph spiked through me. I was
alwaysright. Even with the plate full in my arms, I knew he wasn’t going to
run. Of course, if he had, Adonis would have caught him before he made it very
far.
  Beside me, my wolf dropped the other half of the meat he’d been holding into
a hubcap beside the bed, and I watched as Lady nosed hungrily towards it.
Robert bit his lower lip in front of me, and just the sight of it made my
stomach twist in desire. I’d be biting that lip soon enough.
  I saw it when his head hung in shame, I watched the decision of food and my
offering overtake his need to escape. Slowly, resigned, he headed back to the
bed and stood in front of me, his hands out. He made a point not to ask .
Impertinent, defiant. Delightful.
  “Now, kitten, really?” I pushed back on the bed, sitting the tray on the
stand beside me, out of his reach unless he came forward. “Do you think it’s
going to be that easy?” I pulled myself to lean back on the bed and crooked one
finger at him, my body stretching like a pleased cat. “Come here and give Jack
a kiss. After all, I brought you a special dinner. Radstag steak, potatoes,” I
tilted my head to the side, pulling my jacket off so that the blank tank I wore
beneath my Gunner uniform was exposed. “Milk?”
  His eyes flicked towards the food, excited, unsure, anxious.
  God, he was a fucking delicious treat. My dessert, as it were. And I would be
his.
He stepped forward, slowly, cautiously, his eyes all for the food - when he
came to the edge of the bed, my hands grabbed his hips, pulling his nude frame
to straddle my own. My fingers ran greedily along his chest for just a moment,
pads ghosting against the bruises that I’d left the night prior, and then I
caught him behind the neck and pulled him flush against me for a kiss.
  Delicious dessert, indeed. And all mine.
 
---
 
  Something had settled wrong with me when I left the bedroom early that
morning, leaving before Robert had woken. Something prickled along my flesh,
tempting me to stay between the sheets, to wake him with a hand between his
legs – lips, teeth, tongue… my mind demanded his lust, my own satisfaction. But
I couldn’t. A new batch of recruits were being delivered to one of the outer
levels of the camp, and I had to oversee and approve of which could be allowed
in and which should be disposed of. I always trusted my judgement of people far
more than any of my Gunners, and I wasn’t going to stray from that practice. It
was my careful attitude that had kept us so efficient. I wasn’t going to give
up that control… even though my entire body was pulsing with desireto take the
man beside me and make him scream out my name.
  Later. There would always be later. I was never going to let him go.
  My task took far longer than I desired – most of the new recruits were
passable, a small group of seven men that had been traveling together. I
brushed over the welcoming, unwilling to spend any longer away from my room
than I had to; my stomach was twisting, and something was burning through the
air like static before a rad storm. I needed to get back.
  I could sense that something was wrong when I came back into camp– the air
was static, and the patrol that should have been strolling the perimeter of the
camp was nowhere to be seen. More than that, in the back of my mind, I could
hear growling, snapping, aching things. My eyes narrowed, my body instantly
stiffening. I knew, without checking in my mind, where I needed to go. I knew
it, and something snarling and primal was building up inside of me with the
thought of it.
  My room. My little Sniper.
  Heat.It burned along my skin, and beneath it a warm, sizzling anger – the
others were there. That was where my patrol was, that was where the wolves
were. That was where Adonis, streaking from my side in a blur of white darted.
I heard the vicious growl escaping his chest as he moved – his territory, his
bitch. She was locked behind the door, and she was calling to him.
  To us.
  My hackles rose in tandem with Adonis’ at the simple fact that there were
others pawing at the door, interlopers on the territory that was mine and mine
alone. I actually let a low snarl spill from my chest, my fingers twitching to
grab my knife. But no - this was pack business, and it would be handled as
such. I could already feel whatever presence it was within me that gave me such
tight control over the pack-sense swelling up, rearing its head as though it
had been challenged. And in some sense, it had. I’d declared my little Sniper
off limits to the Gunners from day one, and they were challenging that.
Nevermind that it was instinctual. Nevermind that they honestly couldn’t help
themselves. Logic had no place in the ugly snarl of red that was my head, the
growling, furious place that would rip them apart if they’d touched him.
  He was mine.
  I broke into the same lope as Adonis, my muscles pumping me forward until I
heard the snarling, snapping, chuffing, whimpering at the red door that led to
my room. My room. My kitten. They were trying to break through the solid steel,
and everything inside of me bubbled over. I stepped forward, seizing one by the
scruff of his neck and throwing him with a strength that I hadn’t realized I
possessed. He whimpered, and his human brother let out an accompanying sound.
It wasn’t just the wolves - if it had just been the wolves, then Adonis’
snapping jaws may have caused them less pain that I intended. It was men,
crawling, rattling the knob, trying to figure out the locks. Adonis has pushed
his way to the front of the group with teeth and paws, snarls and dominance,
and I could see his ears pricked forward, his fur standing on end - he could
sense Lady inside. I could sense her through him… and through that, a burning
heat at the back of my mind that demanded I get inside, now.
   My green-eyed-monster was the color of blood, and he let a violent roar out,
mental and all consuming.
  Stay.
  The world fell to silence, and I could hear again - I could hear Robert
behind the door, his body twisting with fire, his flesh sweetly engorged with
need until I could only see in streaks of red on red, fury and lust, two twins
caught in a swirling dance. I took a few steps forward, letting my presence as
leader swell forward, out, bursting over the quivering group of man and wolf
alike who cowered beneath me. My chest rose and fell hard and fast, my heart
thundering. Amongst the middle of the throng, I let the word lash out like a
whip, cracking against the pack’s senses - daring them to challenge me,
breaking them before they could.
  From inside, I could feel a wash of need and acceptance and choosing.It came
from Lady
  It came from my eager MacCready. His choice - so sure in his mind that only
onewould do… and was me.
  It burned through my senses and sent me forward - I couldn’t wait any longer.
I only just hid the tremor in my fingers as I slid the key home into the lock
of the door. For a second, I could hear the desire burning off of everyone
outside of the doorway as I pulled the door open; but my eyes fixed forward and
I knew why.
  A streak of muddied white was Adonis running past me - he had no patience for
my games this time. He was drawn to Lady like lightning to metal, and there was
no stopping him. I was frozen, for a moment, in the doorway - Robert Joseph
MacCready’s ass was high in the air, his body knelt away from me, held under
the same thrall of staythat the rest of the pack was. He knelt, quivering,
perfect, needy and ready.
  And all mine.
  I closed the door behind me, sliding the locks home against a wave of furious
protest, but I slammed the doors of my mind against those feelings - they
weren’t for my kitten, though I’d let them barrage my brain to keep them away
from him. This moment was not theirs, and he wouldn’t have them in his mind. I
stepped forward as Adonis mounted Lady - his teeth against her scruff was my
hand burning to dig into the flesh of his neck, his hips thrusting forward was
my cock jerking to attention, and questioning why I couldn’t feel the squeezing
tightness of his core. My body was burning, aching, and I fought hard against
the outrage from outside and my own slipping self control. Tumultuous, snapping
and snarling in my mind - the only clarity was the thought of him.
  I took a few precious moments to strip my clothing from my body, aware that
each second kept me from mounting his body, and each moment that I wasn’t was
an eternity of torture.
  Quick strides brought me forward, and I dropped to my knees in a swift motion
that brought my hand to his neck - my fingers setting against his flesh sent a
shockwave of rightness through me, but I couldn’t follow my brother along to
pleasure just yet. I wouldn’t break the kitten beneath me in wake of the animal
in my mind, clawing and snarling to get out.
   My hand on his neck was firm, pressing his face down to the red carpet, and
I brought my fingers to my mouth, sucking hard for just a moment. Saliva
drenched, I lowered them between us - thankfully, the fuckery that had been
occurring between us made my entrance into his core easier than if we hadn’t.
Just feeling the sweet tightness of that ring of muscle, and then the sensation
of his hips thrusting backward, begging me with his motion was nearly enough to
undo me. I felt a low, rumbling growl spill from deep in my chest. And then
those words, sweet and laced with lust. Only how hecould say them.
  Yes please finally.
   My mind roared - he stroked against my sweet spots with his voice, the spots
that I’d taught him over the past days. But I couldn’t - not yet. I wouldn’t
fucking break him under the weight of lust that was slowly pooling inside of me
and threatening to rip me apart. The swell and craze from the pack outside did
nothing to help me, and I forced my mind forward, stamping hard against his
need.
  Wait. My fingers tightened in tandem with my demand, though red was swirling
at the edges of my vision like a tempest waiting to sweep the land. Soon… soon.
But not yet.
   My fingers thrust in, slow, achingly slow. I relished the sound of the
needing, aching, heated, noise that spilled from his chest. Those sounds, my
sounds. My perfect fucking sounds that burned inside of me and made another
growl spill from my throat. I dared him to disobey me with the slow, near
languorous pace of my fingers. They twisted and worked, scissoring his sweet
heat and letting that warmth penetrate down the length of my arm and straight
to the stiffness of my cock. My fingers against his neck refused to let him
move, while my digits inside of his sweet ass worked him into a frenzy. He
trembled, he whined, he set my very soul on fire until I could see nothing but
him, him, him…
   My fingers slid from his center, and I heard a sound ache from his chest.
Heartbroken, bereft, shattered into a thousand pieces at the loss of my touch -
it pooled and poured through me, and my body snapped into awareness at how much
I fucking wanted him. The wolf-heat was slowly consuming all that I was, and I
only had enough mind left of me to make my thrust inside of him slow, pushing
my swollen head past his worked ring, diving in an inch at a time until we both
burned with my command of wait. Stay.
  He was silk against my dick, and the sensation of Adonis’ mating was nearly
enough to bring me forward in a frenzy. Nearly, but not quite, because I pushed
forward slowly… so torturously slow - we both trembled, though I didn’t think
he had enough of himself left to realize that I shook above him. My fingers
flexed, my hips sliding those last few inches home so that I was sweetly
sheathed in his core - surrounded by everything and nothing, all at once. The
back of my mind whispered words that I couldn’t understand - that I’d never
heard before. I pushed those aside, those words that felt like lust, but had a
different, all-consuming meaning.
   Please. It rocked through me once, hard. Fast. My cock pulsed, testicles
squeezing in threat of release just from the way that he whined.
Pleaseplease.Again, it burned through me, and I clenched my eyes shut tight,
feeling my body pulse in a hard tremor that nearly jerked my spine.
  Please.
   Fuck, I couldn’t resist him. I had to move. I had to fill him. I had to own
him.
  My hips were a snap, my body a movement of the savage and burning need to
completely consume him, to make him my possession now and always. Everything
inside of me was a wave of sensation and emotion, an animal holding tightly to
its mate - an alpha, and in the back of my mind, tales of the fact that wolves
from the old world mated for life burned, and were instantly replaced by the
clench of his body against my thrusting. I couldn’t be easy - I could only slam
forward until flesh smacked flesh and the head of my prick seemed intent on
driving straight to touch his heart. I burned with the sensation of him
squeezing like silk around my cock, my hand moving to grab his hip so hard that
I could see my fingers mottled and shaking. One word replaced the cries of all
others in my mind - one word, and it was like a sweet promise and a dangerous
threat all at once.
  But it was one word. The only word. The only truth that I could feel around
the burning pleasure of possessive desire, of owning my kitten well and fully.
That singular, eternal truth. He was mine.
    Mine.
    And he alwayswould be.
 
  ---
 
     I’d been up for an hour, doing something very uncharacteristic - I was
holding the man in front of me, occasionally stretching a finger out to run
along the curve of his lower lip, the line of his jaw. I blamed it on the fact
that Adonis felt more content than I’d ever experienced before, and the pack-
sense was flooded with the sensation of he and Lady curled happily around one
another, sure that their mating would be a glorious success. Their level of
content was a soft thrum in my chest, and that hadto be the reason that I was
facing my little Sniper, my legs twined with his, my arms holding him close to
my chest.
  I was completely aware of the soft beat of his heart, and I couldn’t
completely understand why it actually mattered to me. I had business to attend
to. I’d been in the room for days upon end, and though I had Winlock and Barnes
to run things when I was unavailable, I usually didn’t let things out of my
control for any extended amount of time.
  At the moment though, the only thing that I couldn’t let out of my control
was Robert Joseph MacCready - his arms holding tight to me like I was a
lifeline seemed to be a vitally important task that I hadto attend to.
  His lips twitched for a moment, the ghost of contentment, and I heard the
shift of his breathing as he stirred slightly. I settled further against the
bed, my body only slightly aching in protest to my movement - lilac eyes were
heavy lidded as I waited to see what he would do. He inhaled slowly, and I
could smell grapes on his breath where my mouth had claimed him over and over -
he didn’t jolt awake with a start. He didn’t realize that we were twined
together in bed and try to pull away… instead, he snuggled closer, a murr of
contentment spilling from his chest.
  Through the pack-bond, weaved tight and close between the four bodies in the
room, I could hear the soft drift of his thoughts. He was sure that Lady was
going to have puppies… and he was wondering if he would be expecting a little
bundle any time soon.
  My chest twinged slightly - it was almost sweet, his innocence. He’d thought
it once before, and I’d used it to pull him closer to me. Thinking it now, for
just a sweet second, I was pulled into the lull of his vision. Of a safe house,
a smiling baby with blonde hair and lilac eyes. For just a second, I could
feelit. And for just a second, I was more confused than I’ve been in a long
while. That life wasn’t for me - I knew it.
  So why did I care?
  I wasn’t sure, so I decided the best thing to do was ignore it. Even as I
thought that, my arms pulled him closer, drawing him sweet and tight against my
chest. His nose rested against my collarbone, nuzzling gently for a moment and
then settling against my scent. Still, something stirred inside of him, enough
to make him work himself into speech.
  “...Jack?”
  I didn’t have answers to any of his questions - I didn’t have answer to my
own. Instead, I did what I knew to do, what I could always do best. A gentle
prod of my mind through our pack-bond had his head tilting backward, and I
slanted my mouth over his in a scorching hot, hard kiss--
  At least, that was my intention.
  It was slow though, sweet and achingly steady. My tongue played a gentle beat
of comfort against his, and I licked the roof of his mouth in tantalizing
circles, like I was making love in all of the ways that the heat hadn’t allowed
me to do. He relaxed against the kiss, drawing closer to me, and I could feel
his thoughts that this had to be a dream, because Jack didn’t kiss this way.
  I didn’t. I’d never kissed this way before - but my lips were a slow draw,
and I let them play soft against his until he called my name again, in my head,
the same soft question.
   I only had one answer. I kept my mouth against his, so that my lips were a
gentle brush. “M’here.” Lackadaisical, half asleep… but fuck me, I was more
aware than I wanted to be - he was here, in my arms… and all that I wanted to
do at that moment was keep him safe, keep him here, keep him mine forever. This
moment… it was…
  Something.
  At the sound of my voice, I felt the tension in his body release. He pulled a
fraction closer to me, and I felt it as he allowed sleep to suck him back down,
our breath intermingling and our bodies sweetly interlaced. I couldn’t sleep
though, because all that I could feel was his body holding tight to my own, his
heartbeat a gentle thrum.
  And my own heartbeat, the fucking traitor in my chest, slowed to match tempo
perfectly.
  What the actual fuck ? But I couldn’t let him go. I felt so goddamn
possessive that the thought of even letting the door open so that the others
could snag a peek into the room made me twitch for a second in fury. No. No.
I’d worry about it tomorrow. I’d go back to being Jack, careless and lustful,
and without this strange beat in my chest.
   I’m so fucked …
  I’d worry about it tomorrow… for now, I settled against him, forehead coming
to rest against his, lips brushing another soft kiss to his mouth… and I let
myself sleep.
 
---
 
  It was funny how red always seemed to be the color that my vision ran when it
felt like someone was going threatening my little Sniper. I didn’t know who it
was, but my finger was already gripped around my knife, and I was prepared to
slit their throat and hide the body - who in the fuck would dare to touch what
was mine? Lady and I had felt the distress at the same time, the threat, but I
was the one closer. Somewhere away, Adonis let out a low, rumbling snarl that
spilled through our bond and down my spine. I wasn’t far away from him now, and
I was beginning to get a sense of who had cornered him. Private Casey - and the
fury, indignation and jealousy that rolled off of her struck me like a brick.
  In tandem, I felt Robert’s anxiety, his guilt , his confusion, and his
answering jealousy.
  It only took me a second to pick up on what they were talking about, as I
rounded the corner, their words hit my ears.
  “What are you talking about? That’s not how it--”
  “That’s exactly how it fucking works . You’re the only bitch that’s ever
gotten a solo, you know that, and you’re not even grateful for it, are you?”
  Are you ? The question echoed in my mind, and I almost hung back to wait, to
see how he’d respond. I almost let my own curiosity get the better of me. But
rage was a wonderful motivator. How dare she make him feel cornered like this?
How dare she talk to my Sniper that way? How dare she fucking shirk her duties
to come and threaten what was mine?
  How dare she make me feel a twinge of guilt at the fact that everything she
said, everything she was feeling… was my fault? I hadn’t thought of what the
Gunner’s with bitches went through - it hadn’t occurred to me that it was
anything less than a duty. I had never known, until my time with Robert, that
solo-heats could be so…
  Fuck.How dare she do any of this at all? If she wasn’t pregnant, I might have
gutted her. But she was, and Robert would have never spoken to me again. It
wasn’t my own guilt at her situation that stopped me.
  Right’o, Jackie-boy. Keep fucking telling yourself t--
  I slammed my own thoughts away with a sharp and fierce snarl and stood up
straight, my voice cracking out like lightning in a rad storm.
  “Aren’t you supposed to be on post, Private?” Even I could hear the furious
clip to my voice. I hated the way that Robert instantly shirked down and away,
like he wanted to melt into the very ground to avoid my tone - but at the same
time, the fact that Casey made the same terrified expression pulsed pleasure
through me. Good.I’d ignore the guilt that came with the satisfaction. I had to
push back the lashing fury in the back of my mind to handle the situation. I
leaned in, letting my mouth brush close to Private Casey’s ear. My voice was a
murmur, because my little Sniper didn’t need to hear my threats.
  “Casey, listen very carefully to me. I hadn’t thought about your situation
before, and you have MacCready in front of you to thank for the fact that I’m
thinking of it now - neverforget that. If you behave yourself, I’ll make sure
that what happened to you before never happens again - to you or any other
sibling with a bitch.” I pulled back, letting my full lips turn into a smile
for her, lilac eyes bright.
“I.. I understand, sir.” Her voice stuttered slightly. “I.. thank you, sir.”
That smile on my visage turned sour, my eyes cooling to a dead and emotionless
winter - the pounding in the back of my mind that was my little kitten worrying
that I was just using him made my threat all the sharper. My vision was a blur
of crimson, my feelings a wash of furious anger and… disappointment - yes,
that’s what it had to be, because it couldn’t be hurt . Go ahead and let him
wonder about that. Still, I wasn’t finished with Private Casey just yet.
  “Private, another thing to keep in mind.” I moved to her other ear for this
whisper, so that my breath was a hot wash against her flesh, and she could feel
the pounding fury and possessiveness - that little word that wasn’t lust but
something quite like it pouring through for her mind and her mind alone. “If
you ever fucking threaten him again, I’ll wait until you pop out your baby and
strangle you with the umbilical cord so that I can give your little whelp to
MacCready. For him , I will kill you, and I’ll enjoy doing it. Do you
understand me?” I waited a moment for her reaction, and then thrust assurance
through the bond - assurance that I meant bothpromises.. How the situation
turned out was completely up to her.
  “I understand.” The answer was small - so small that I hardly heard it. Good
enough.
  I turned, completely dismissive, and let my gaze fall to my little Sniper,
still curled on the ground and not looking up at me. Submissiveness and
stinging pain rolled off of him in waves, making the anger and frustration
inside of me swirl harder, coming to some cataclysmic peak that I could hardly
keep immured. Why didn’t he understand.Why couldn’tI understand?
  I stepped forward, my hand coming out to rest against his neck in a light
pressure. I could feel conflict thrumming through the pack-bond like a wave
begging the fury in my chest to subside. Just that touch caused him to roll, to
look up at me… and I couldn’t school my features. I couldn’t stop everything
that I was feeling, everything that I didn’t understand, to frame against my
visage on the wings of the one emotion that I could understand - anger.
  I could see how it lashed out against him, how he seemed to want to melt away
from me - but he didn’t move… and my touch was like a siren call to his very
soul. Of course it was - it’s what I’d wanted it to be all along. I’d known it
from the beginning - from the first time I saw him. That it was something--
  I didn’t want to figure that out. Instead, I let my fingers spill a light
pressure on his neck, and he rose up to meet me without hesitation, so that our
bodies were hot lines that nearly touched. I moved until my mouth was a breath
away from his own, and the space between us seemed to hold the answer to
everything that I couldn’t force myself to ask.
  The answer to that unspoken question spilled suddenly across that distance
that was nothing but a breath, but miles all at once, and pressed his mouth hot
against my own.
   The word isn’t lust, Jackie-boy, but you’re close .
  Startled shock poured through me - he’d never kissed me before. It was soft
and sweet, tentative and backed with the thoughts of want-me, forgive me. Hope
tasted sweeter than grapes on the back of my tongue… and for that second alone,
I could admit that I was well and truly lost.
  I didn’t want to be found.
  Fuck me… But he was mine. The words only you, kitten banged at the back of my
senses, but I pressed forward with mineinstead, letting it spill down into his
very center and write my name like a brand across his heart.
  Brother-mine? The words echoed in my head. Lady. But I didn’t break our kiss,
even as my kitten answered with a soft Okay. I was too wrapped up in his
kiss,given to me. My fingers played soft and held gently against the back of
his neck. He was trembling, but I’d never let him fall.
  I would never let him go.
  
---
 
  I knew something was wrong by the fact that I didn’t want to leave my bedroom
again. I was half tempted to tell Robert that he didn’t have to do his duty for
the day - but he was already catching shit, and I wasn’t going to make it
worse. I untangled myself from his grasping limbs and resisted the urge to run
my fingers slowly over his chest. He made a face in his sleep, something that I
couldn’t read, and then I exited the room. Adonis gave a soft, whining protest,
but followed me.
  I could sense that something was off all day - the pack-bond that I held with
my little Sniper was something far stronger than anything I’d experienced
before. It let me know that his stomach was rolling, that he had no appetite,
that anxiety was burning and twisting through him like a living, breathing
thing. I didn’t like it.
  I didn’t like it at all.
  It wasn’t as though I could pull myself away from what I was doing. Since his
run-in with Casey, I’d been putting into works something that I’d meant to do
all along. Right now, it was meetings and scouting for new locations - putting
in the work to make sure that those locations would be completely secure and
ready within the next year. It was high time that the Gunners took a leaf out
of the book of the Military Branch that we’d originally sprung from. We were
going to have organized heats - careful, regulated. I told myself that it was
to make sure we only had the best breeding stock, with no generational crossing
that could bite us later down the road… but I knew that it was something about
the guilt that Robert felt over Casey, in tandem with the fact that I hadn’t
realized until that point how…
  How good a one-on-one heat could be.
  I wanted my men and women to live in a healthy atmosphere of contentment and
fear - it was the best way to lead. This organization of our resources was just
another way to accomplish that. I had no other motive.
  I didn’t have another motive, damn it.
  I pushed the thought from my mind, aware of a slow pain that was building
somewhere deep in my chest. It didn’t take long to realize that it was from my
little kitten - and as soon as I felt it, I realized what had been causing him
so much anxiety all day. I should have guessed, with how fat Lady had gotten; I
should have known that she was going to drop her pups any day now.
  I could feel him twisting in discomfort - he needed somewhere to be,
somewhere safe. The mentality that he had brought with him from his childhood
days hadn’t really left - he wanted to crawl behind a rock somewhere. Something
inside of me twisted - fury, anger, disappointment… I wasn’t sure. But I
prodded a slow thought into his mind, so subtle that I knew he wouldn’t notice
that it had come from me at all.
  The shack.
  The thought twisted in his mind, and again my emotions swirled with the fact
that he had any debate about it. But after a moment, I felt the decision click
into place… and I knew that when my business was done, I would know exactly
where to find him. I had to try to push the thought of going to him to the back
of my mind and concentrate on the matter at hand - even he would understand
that I had the largest faction in the Commonwealth to run.
  It didn’t stop a small thrum of want that stayed hard in the back of my mind
for the next few hours.
  Finally, I was able to retreat - Lady had already started. I could feel the
sensation of it doubly from both she and Robert. I came into the room laden
with food, blankets, and water. She might not want it now, but a bitch nursing
needed to keep her strength up. I pushed my key into the lock and instantly
felt a small bubble of emotion - affection. My sweet kitten.
  Jack?
   I wasn’t going to barge into the room without identifying myself. Safe . I
pushed the thought out hard, trying to let it settle like a blanket over them.
I opened the door, and Adonis darted by me. Maybe he’d been too wrapped up in
the web of our bond, but he seemed to hold a claim to Lady’s puppies - starkly
aware that they were his.He snuffled the foot of the bed for a moment and then
retreated, settling his large bulk in front of the door.
  Protect.Adonis threw the thought out, and I let it spill from the both of us
over the pack-sense. Protect. That was what we were here to do…
  I settled the bundle of supplies that I’d brought at the foot of the bed, and
then crawled atop the red sheets. I was notgoing to crawl onto the floor beside
them - that wasn’t a thing that Jack did. Aside from that, it was Robert’s
moment. Even I could understand that it held sanctity.
  I didn’t want to think about where that understanding had come from, because
it sure as fuck hadn’t been there before.
  My eyes slipped closed, but I could hardly doze - I was feeling a wash of
sensation rolling between Robert and Lady - his aching attachment, his
happiness, joy, things that I’d never experienced in my life. The affection
that he’d bubbled with at my appearance earlier dimmed in wake of what he felt
now.
  I couldn’t even be angry about it - I wasn’t jealous. I was just… in awe. I
laid in the wash of those emotions and felt them sinking deeper inside of me,
until Lady moving against her brother caught my attention and caused me to open
one eye.
  Fresh-fired rifle and newborn puppies.
  Lady’s thought was clear, and I think I understood what she was saying just a
moment before Robert did. A slow smile spread across my lips.
  “..fuck. No way, Lady.”
  Is your name. Always your name.
   “Lady..” No it wasn’t.
  Always.
  I heard him trying to argue with her, and I could tell from the beginning
that it was a lost battle. Her will was incontestable, and it seemed that no
amount of whining from my kitten was going to do him a damn bit of good.
  Above him, a small laugh spilled from my chest - I couldn’t help it.
  Honestly, it was going to be a fucking shame when we had to pull the puppies
away from him. He was going to be devastated; while comforting him in the wake
of that depression would be a fucking delicious pleasure , it was still going
to be a bit painful to watch him go through it. I’d pull them when he and Lady
weren’t here - I wasn’t going to have them associate their disappearance with
me.I knew better than that.
  I wouldn’t worry about that now though - for now, I settled further against
the sheets, wrapping myself in the odd comfort of their shared bond - soon, I’d
pull MacCready onto the bed, up and against my chest. But for now… for now, I’d
let them sleep.
 
---
 
  That guilt that I’d been worrying about was a small twinge in my chest as I
sent Robert and Lady out for a patrol. Word had spread, whispers that the
Gunners were going to be going through major changes within the next year -
though I’d never said anything specific, somehowthe knowledge that it was one
Robert Joseph MacCready’s influence that had started the movement was flitting
through the camp.
  I wasn’t so worried about a hormonally insane woman stabbing my little kitten
while he was out on duty. And he had to be out, because today was the day. A
month and a half exactly - the pups were eating hard food. Even though I was
going to miss little Grapes nipping at my heels, that didn’t stop me from
calling in the boys to spill them out of the room while my Sniper was out on
duty.
  I made damn sure that I wasn’t in that room all day - I was working out
logistics for the newest camp. Neither Adonis or I would be a fresh scent in
the room, and I’d even given the boys permission to toss my mattress so that it
looked like they’d been in and out in a hurry.
  After they took the pups away, I told them to never come back to camp. I
wasn’t going to have it spill around that I’d orchestrated some grand scheme.
There was a small thought in my mind to simply have the two men shot once the
pups had been delivered. Still, that little twinge in my chest bothered me. I
could feel it when they spilled into the room - I could feel the way that
little Grapes whined, and fierce Steel snarled, trying to protect her siblings.
I could feel it, and I didn’t do a damn thing about it as they were carefully
loaded into boxes and pulled out of camp hours before Robert was even off of
detail.
  I made sure that he felt nothing.
  There was a part of me, a very small part, that regretted taking them. I
think it was that part that had demanded the men report with where the pups had
been delivered - I was going to keep tabs on them, make sure that they bonded,
that their siblings were given the best training. That regret wasn’t going to
stop me though - I’d regret not seeing my little kitten’s ass wagging needy in
the air far more. The sooner I pulled her pups, the sooner he’d go into heat.
  It was Gunner rules and regulations, and I wasn’t going to break them now
just to benefit his emotions. I’d take careof those. I had a way with cheering
him up, after all. I’d kiss away his tears, until the sorrow started to shift
into a slow burn. Adonis and Lady had grown close enough that I’m sure he’d
keep her company - company enough that I could turn that slow burn into a
roaring fire that was screaming my name all over again. My favorite word - my
favorite word when Robert was the one screaming it.
  That little cry of guiltwasn’t enough to outweigh the promise of that
delicious moment, or the thought of his hot, tight body in heat and begging for
me all over again. My dick gave a twitch just thinking about it, and I had to
calm my thoughts.
  Still… I wondered how far they’d gotten by now - I’d sent two of my best men,
to make sure that they were delivered safely. That nibble of guilt twinged at
me again, and I pushed it aside. I was Gunner Jack, Smiling Jack, Charming Jack
- I was the leader of the largest and most successful mercenary group in the
Commonwealth.
  In the back of my mind, I felt a wash of pain - Robert had gotten back to the
shack. I swept a worried expression across my features and headed for him…
  Show time.
  Even as I walked towards my room, guilt and something else told me that this
was wrong. I ignored their chatter in wake of the pleasure that I knew would
come. A tiger couldn’t change his stripes - guilt and that word that wasn’t
lust but something quite close murmuring in the back of my mind wasn’t going to
make me change mine.
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