Late to the Nuclear Apocalypse

"Just say it."

Danse's brow scrunched up in confusion, and Sole couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked at that moment.

"Say what?"

"Whatever's on your mind, big guy."

Was he really that easy to read? Of course he had something on his mind, but he didn't want to trouble Sole with it, not yet at least. There were things that he still needed to figure out first, and while he knew that Sole wouldn't push the matter if he didn't want them to, he still felt the need to distract them, and himself for that matter, because as much as he wasn't ready to tell them, he was also dying to..

"It could always get worse."

Gage damn near wanted to cry every time he heard Sole say that, because, without fail, it was always an omen that things were in fact about to get worse. Bloodworms turned into ghouls, ghouls turned into Mirelurks mutated by Nuka-Cola, Mirelurks turned into bloodthirsty Gatorclaws, and then the universe decided to top all of that off with acid-spewing and canon-toting robots. It all sucked, and Gage regretted not roping the gangs into dealing with this shit. Sole hardly seemed deterred, though, so at least it seemed like he found the right person for the job.

"Boss, I'm startin' to think that you keep sayin' that because you want things to get worse."

Sole looked over at him with a grin, and there was something awfully devious gleaming in their eyes. Part of him was alarmed, because surely they didn't actually want things to get worse, but another part of him was, well, still alarmed, but in another sense, because he had a tendency to think with his dick around Sole, which really made clearing the parks even more of a trial.

"Well, Gage, if you want things to get better, you have to make them better yourself."

He didn't quite catch their meaning at first, but then they were straddling his lap and their hand was down his pants, and in his shock his dumbass mouth had the audacity to ask them what they were doing, as if it wasn't obvious.

"I'm about to make things a whole lot better, Gage."

Sometimes a cure wasn't enough.

The Psycho was out of her system, and she had no inclination to ever take it again, but her body still remembered. It remembered the pain of all her failed attempts to quit the chem, of all the withdrawals that she'd suffered through, and sometimes, whenever fate decided to toy with her, Cait had to suffer through that pain all over again.

"If I could, I would take it all away."

"You two are insufferable."

Any retort was quickly stifled so as to not ruin the game. He could imagine that both of them would say something along the lines of "Then why are you still here?", though, which would really prove just how insufferable they really were, but Arthur would be lying if he said he hated it. Sole and Danse had a way of overwhelming him like no one else could, and while part of him was on edge because of how vulnerable he was at their hands, he was mostly just relieved.

He was relieved because there, in the privacy of his room, blindfolded and at the mercy of the two people that he trusted most, he felt like the weight of the world had finally been lifted off of his shoulders. The tender hands, their touch purposefully kept light, roaming his body and the gentle kisses against his skin made him feel safe and at ease, and the mouth around his cock replaced every ounce of tension in his body with something so much better.

"Are we ever going to talk about it?"

He'd rather not, because acknowledging it would make it all too real. It was strange, being on this side of things. He was usually the one chasing after people who were running away from their problems, but now he desperately wanted to be one of the ones running instead.

He was losing his memories and he couldn't get them back, and there was nothing that he could do to save the ones that he still had. It was a painful reminder that even though he wasn't human, he was still just as fragile even in his metal body.

"Nick?"