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Atomic Wrangler Kink Meme, Part I
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M!Courier/Boone, light bondage, dirty talk
(Anonymous) 2016-11-03 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)Re: M!Courier/Boone, light bondage, dirty talk
(Anonymous) 2016-11-03 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)Re: M!Courier/Boone, light bondage, dirty talk
(Anonymous) 2016-11-05 12:39 am (UTC)(link)Bang Goes My Heart (M!Courier/Boone) 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 03:06 am (UTC)(link)Relationship: M/M
Rating: Eventually M
Summary: Boone meets up with Six a few years after the NCR-ending in the Boneyard before he goes to Baja.
The Boneyard may be under the Republic, but it’s another beast compared to Shady Sands or Redding. It has older roots than the Republic, which means while it’s integrated and adapted in the NCR, there’s always a feeling that it just doesn’t fit as right. That could be said for plenty of other places the Republic has taken in, but the Boneyard isn’t as subtle about it. Maybe it’s the Followers medical students who protest outside government buildings against the push into Baja and further East. Or it could be the part of the Boneyard called New Adytum or the stares fully uniformed soldiers get when walking into certain alleys.
Whatever reason, Boone doesn’t like the Boneyard much. While Shady Sands has more corrupt hot shots who want to claw their way to the top, at least it pulls off being orderly. The Boneyard doesn’t hide it so well, but he’s heard it’s gotten better.
He stands outside one of the few non-renovated buildings, a site with a plaque indicating this place is what’s left of the Master’s base. Boone knows the story, roughly, through school and soldiers telling drunken stories while on leave. He’s never given it much thought beyond that, and he has not emotional attachment to this place or what it means.
There’s a school tour group nearby, young children whispering and pointing at him. He turns to look away from them, knowing it’s probably him in full uniform and his beret making him stand out so much. This happens in varying degrees everywhere he goes, even in Shady Sands. Being a part of the First Recon will do that.
He’s waiting for a person, though. He received a letter a few weeks ago from a person he thought he would never see again. Boone’s heard a few whispers about him, but seeing him in person is another thing. The letter matched up with what he heard, that Six had been kicked out of the Lucky 38 and now lives somewhere else. The letter asked Boone to be at the ruins of the Master’s base on a certain time and date, so here is he. He’s come out of loyalty and wanting to see an old friend.
The Republic’s gratitude only extended towards Six right until the next election season creeped up. Then Six’s contribution was downplayed, his name rarely or not even tied to what happened at Hoover Dam. Instead, it was all Kimball and Oliver. Their victory at Hoover Dam just gave them more leverage to push their agenda.
He hears footsteps, counting the steps and hearing how loud they are in order to make an estimate on how close the person is. He turns around and sees a person wearing a gasmask. Even without seeing the person’s face, he has a gut feeling he’s very certain who this person is.
“Did you know this was a cathedral with a vault down below? I want to see it, but it’s closed for renovation.” The voice is slightly obscured with the gas mask on, but it’s understandable and confirms his gut feeling. “What a shame. I even brought Republic currency with me.” He stands next to him, their shoulders only a few inches apart. It’s surprising he doesn’t brush up against Boone.
He removes his mask, revealing he is indeed the courier he met a couple of years ago. “I was thinking you weren’t going to show. Glad you proved me wrong.” Six smiles at him, parts of his hair looking disheveled due to wearing a mask previously.
“I got your letter and I have the time.” He holds back saying he wanted to see him, that he’s thought about him far more than any other person, and that makes him feel guilty and confused. “How did you know I was stationed here?”
Boone notices the subtle differences between the Six from the last time he saw him. His head isn’t vertically half shaved where his bullet wound was, and while the scar is still evident, it’s more faded and blends in with his skin tone. The thing that does look exactly the same is Six’s smile, still cheeky and looking amused.
“I still have a few friends in the NCR that remember how I helped them. So much for saying that they’re the last thing you never see.” Six’s jokes and sense of humor hasn’t changed, and that’s a comfort he never expected.
Back when they were traveling together, he felt like Six’s jokes and humor either went over his head or he didn’t find most funny. Unless they were about the Legion, then Boone might have almost smiled. He still feels his jokes aren’t so great, and he wonders if it’s the familiarity that makes it a comfort. “Congratulations on rejoining the first recon, even if I’m several years late.”
“It’s fine. I thought about what to do after Hoover Dam, and rejoining felt like the right thing to do.” He doesn’t doubt rejoining is a mistake, but he has doubts about Kimball’s and Oliver’s expansion goals when they’re barely holding into what they have.
“Still, I want to celebrate it. Or maybe that’s just an excuse to get you to come over to a room I’ve rented for a few days and have a few drinks with you.” Six puts the gas mask back on. “So, in out?”
He doesn’t voice his response verbally, instead walking away from the landmark.
The room isn’t too far of a walk, maybe half a mile or so. He doesn’t ask why Six is wearing the gas mask, just assuming he’s hiding his face. He most likely doesn’t want most people and the Republic to know he’s here.
The rented room is in some renovated complex with only pieces of the old infrastructure still left. There’s a view overlooking New Adytum on the upper level where Six’s room is. The room itself is nothing like the one Six had in Novac; its interior is new and doesn’t smell of cigarettes and rotted moldy fabric. Instead it smells like traces of gunpowder and burnt out energy cells.
Six sits casually, probably a little too relaxed, sprawled out on the couch. He’s slowly drinking whiskey from what Boone read from the bottle’s label. Boone on the other hand is sitting on a futon not far the couch, not drinking anything.
So far he’s been listening to what happened to Six since they last saw each other. While he hasn’t recovered his memories, he’s met his parents that live far north in non-NCR territory. He’s spent most of his time in the what he calls the Big Empty (or is it MT?), and Boone briefly recalls hearing about that plays before once when Six went missing for a week or so.
The entire time Six has been talking, he’s been so focused on him. He doesn’t process all the words individually or he jokes, but he does get the generally summary and the tone of the conversation. He’s comparing the Six he first met and traveled with and the one sitting in front of him. This Six seems more mature and less impulsive, taking his time with things rather than trying to rush things.
Then there are the physical aspects. He looks like he hasn’t been in the Wasteland that much, sticking either to big cities or where he lives right now. His hands don’t have scratches and gun powder residue marks, his nails not dirty from sand and dirty. His hair doesn’t look as stuck together with dirt and sweat. He’s clean shaven, his clothing and armor not full of tears and patches but looking entirely new and very expensive.
Yet the consist things are the smile on his face, the sound of his laughter, and the way he says Boone’s name.
“I’ve been the one mostly talking for half an hour or so,” Six hasn’t taken a sip from his glass for a while now, swirling the liquid inside the class like whirlpool. “I’d say that’s either unfair or selfish of me.” He takes a sip, but it’s not that much. “Or are you going to keep staring at me like an Auto-Doc rearranged my entire face?”
So Six has noticed his staring, and it takes him a few seconds to realize he feels embarrassed, maybe even mortified. Six has put him in this sort of situations before, but back then he just felt uncomfortable and just used his tone to wriggle his way out of it. This time, he can’t think of anything and doesn’t use the same tone of voice; he doesn’t say anything.
“I like to think I look I look more handsome. Arcade told me not to push it and to keep my ego in check, so it must be true.” That line gives him room to pivot the attention off him.
“You’ve gone to see him?” He’s thought once in a while how things turned out for him, especially since he stayed with the Followers during the NCR transition.
“I spent a few days at his place outside of the Boneyard before coming here. He’s a family doctor now, most of the time he does it for free or for almost free. He gets donations time to time, and sometimes he gets gecko pelts as a form of payment.”
It makes sense for Six to visit Arcade for a few days. They seemed closer than he ever was with Six outwardly. He’d talk a lot more with him, and if he’s remembering and interpreting things correctly, they flirted with each other. Six’s tone back then was so different towards him, nothing like how he sounded and acted like with Arcade.
“He’d never admit it, but I think he liked me visiting him. I let him talk about everything he wanted, even asking a few questions and making comments. I helped him out with his doctor stuff, even got puked on and blood splattered on me.” It’s good to hear another one of their companions has found a new purpose in life. “I got him a few books, too. I think he liked the books more than me.” He sighs loudly, purposely exaggerating. “Pretty sad if I say so myself. He’s really settled into that lifestyle, though. He said was worried I was going to bring trouble with me. I think he’s just worried about me but doesn’t want to admit it.”
“You used to bring trouble everywhere you go.” He doesn’t say it as a joke, but Six laughs anyway.
“I still do, I guess, but more of the serious kind rather than bad luck and people trying to kill us. Not sure what’s worse.” The implication is darker than what he’s said before. Six looks at the glass in his right hand, taking one last large sip to finish it off. “Ha, this stuff is cheap and burns like Cass’ moonshine.” He doesn’t sound displeased when he says that, though. “Maybe that’s why I drank a glass of it.”
Boone wants to ask about both Arcade and Cass since they got mentioned by Six, but he’s not entirely sure as to why. He wonders about how things turned out for them, sure, but it’s not until Six mentioned them that it’s become more than a passing thought that comes up time to time. Him rambling about Arcade doesn’t settle right with him. He won’t say he’s annoyed, but they seemed to have more chemistry and talked more back when they all traveled together. Hell, Six talked to everyone more than he did. That was his fault, though. He’s still not good with words, not easy to talk to, and he’s not funny or smart.
He’s good at being quiet, though. Maybe listening. Those are things he’s picked up as a sniper.
“So making the rounds and doing some sort of reunion?” Is he just another name to check off on a list? There must be concern to some extent, or maybe it is simply just curiosity.
“I think about all of you.” Boone doesn’t stand out, he’s just one of them. He’s fine with that, it makes sense. “You a bit more than the others.” There’s something underlying Six’s words, but he doesn’t ask what it is and can’t interpret it. Instead, he just assumes.
“Because you heard about NCR forces going down to Baja.” Six has plenty of friends in the Republic, low ranking ones, and him. Of course he would hear about and be concerned. “You don’t need to take responsibility for what the NCR is doing now. The big bosses were going to do whatever they wanted anyway.”
He’s used to Six quickly responding, but instead he looks away, staring out the room’s window. The sun is setting, and the lights from buildings will illuminate the entire main part of the city.
“Yeah, sure. I heard about that and thought about you.” He may miss half the subtle things or jokes Six makes, but this is even obvious to him. “That makes the most sense.”
“You’re lying.” He knows Six better than this, and he’s not going to let this slide.
“Did you think of me when you heard the Republic trying to run me off?” This loaded question aggravates him, especially since no matter what he says it’s not going to come out right.
“What do you think.” It’s a statement rather than a question, and this reunion has caused his emotions to stir in a way he didn’t want. “You’re being a brat.”
Six jut laughs like he’s made the most hilarious joke ever. Yet he doesn’t look or seem happy as he laughs. He gets up, holding his glass in one hand and tugging down at Boone’s beret as he passes by him.
He goes to the window, putting the empty glass on the ridge of it. “I was thinking at the time I’d get a statue of me built in Shady Sands, just like that one stranger statue they got over there.” Six is staring out the window rather than him. “And I’m older than you, by the way.”
“You didn’t do it for that.” Boone still isn’t a hundred percent sure why Six did what he did, but he knows it wasn’t just for fame or power.
“Yeah, but a statue would have been nice, wouldn’t it?” Six turns to look back at him, and maybe it’s the lighting or just that moment, but he feels his chest tighten. He can’t help but just stare at his face in a much more focused manner, but it’s different from before. Earlier he was studying Six’s face to compare the differences, but this time he can’t place why besides that he doesn’t want this moment to end when it should.
“What are you staring off like that for? Actually thinking what a statue of me would look like?” He doesn’t say yes or no before he’s asked another question. “Or are you getting sentimental? Thinking about the times we had together?” He knows it’s a mocking tone, that Six is just joking around because that conversation could lead to too many emotions and things they both don’t want to talk about directly.
Re: Bang Goes My Heart (M!Courier/Boone) 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 08:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bang Goes My Heart (M!Courier/Boone) 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-11-08 09:37 am (UTC)(link)He still feels his jokes aren’t so great, and he wonders if it’s the familiarity that makes it a comfort.
the smile on his face, the sound of his laughter, and the way he says Boone’s name.
“You used to bring trouble everywhere you go.” He doesn’t say it as a joke, but Six laughs anyway.
There’s something underlying Six’s words, but he doesn’t ask what it is and can’t interpret it. Instead, he just assumes.
Okay, I have to stop c/ping otherwise I'll just be copying the entire fic, but lines like these really speak to the Boone/M!Courier dynamic. Understated practical Boone keeping things close to his chest, and a Courier who's been through everything the world can throw at him but stil has humor and energy... it's so good. This is a great read so far, I can't wait for the rest.
Re: Bang Goes My Heart (M!Courier/Boone) 1/?
(Anonymous) 2016-11-13 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)