Nosce Hostem Tuum, Nosce Te Ipsum
Vulpes Inculta / Trans Male Courier | Porn with So Much Plot | 4/4 Chapters completed, Epilogue Pending | 32.1k words
“I cleared out the biggest gang in the area with a varmint rifle and my bare hands,” Six levels his gaze at Inculta, pulling his revolver out of its holster to inspect it. The gunmetal glints under the Mojave sun as he turns it over in his hands. “Imagine what I could do to a third of the men with a much better gun,” he muses, running his thumb over the inscription on the barrel. Although he’s careful to hide it, his right arm aches– even with the stimpaks, it still hurts where he was shot earlier. When it came down to it, Six knew he didn’t really want to risk a gunfight with these men. Not now. Not with six bullets and a healing arm.
Vulpes Inculta narrows his eyes, glancing between the Courier and his gun, trying to gauge how likely the wastelander is to use it. A vein in the wastelander’s neck was fluttering rapidly, and his pupils dilated. Telltale signs of fear. His gaze flicks down to Six’s bloodstained and torn shirt, expression settling back into a barely-there smirk. Despite the clear bluff, there’s an unmistakable glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.
“Imagine what you… could do?“ He huffs out half a laugh. “Actions are what matter, in a world like this.” He remarks, voice low and dangerous. He reaches for Six’s gun slowly, deliberately.
The Courier, hypnotized by the way Vulpes holds his gaze, hesitates to intervene for just a moment too long.
Vulpes takes the barrel of the gun and plants the nose directly above his heart. Six’s eyes widen, and his breath catches, confusion visibly crossing his features. Vulpes breathes it all in, not bothering to hide just how much he was savoring this. He leans in, closing the distance until his lips are nearly pressed against the shell of Six’s ear, revolver digging into his chestplate. “Enough about what you could do. What will you do, Courier?”
