Peter
Arcane
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"God damn it! It's caved in!" I couldn't keep it in me anymore. My life had been a living hell ever since I left Vault 13. I had hoped I would find the Water Chip here, in Vault 15.
"Don't worry. We'll find that water thing you're looking for." Ian tried to calm me down "Look on the bright side. We found a lot of gear in this Vault. An SMG, some grenades and that jacket you're wearing. It'll come to good use."
"I suppose you're right... Let's go, Ian. You know the way to Junktown, right?" Ian nodded. He knew that nothing he would say would really help right now. We started making our way back to the elevator shaft (thank God there was a rope in the Vault.)
I know I was being harsh against him, making him listen to my rantings, talking about how good I had it in the Vault. God, it must have been hell to him, listening to some spoiled asshole do nothing but complain, while he had grown up in the Wastes, fighting raiders and mutated animals, living in constant fear.
"Hey, wait!" Ian said. I had hoped he wouldn't noticed. "What's with your leg?"
"Oh, that? It's nothing." I didn't want him to worry. I had put him through so much already. No matter how often he reminded me that he was an adventurer and had lived through more terrible times, I knew he was worried. He knew that joining me would result in his death.
"You don't have to play tough guy. This stuff is important. You could get an infection in that wound. Please, tell me what happened."
I was reluctant. However, I had heard of infections, gangrene specifically. "Ok, Ian. I was bit by that Mole Rat over there." I pointed to the decapitated critter down the hall.
"Well, let me treat the wound. Mole rat bites can be nasty."
I sat down on the ground and handed him my first aid kit. The Overseer had given it to me when he sent me out on my journey, but I wasn't too good at medical stuff.
"Let me take care of it all." Ian said quietly. "Get some rest. You're gonna need it." He smiled slightly. I love his smile.
"Ian..." I said, while he was patching me up "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything."
He paused. I could see him blush slightly, even in the twilight of the abandoned Vault. "You're welcome." He turned to my leg once again, visibly uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, Ian?"
"Oh, it's nothing..."
"C'mon, you can tell me. I'm your friend."
"Well, we've only know each other for a few days, but..." He turned to me again, "I've never felt more close to anyone in my life."
I blushed. "That's sweet, Ian. Thank you for saying that." I felt so relieved. Ian had been relatively quiet these last few days, mostly speaking only when he was spoken to. It was good to know that he not only didn't hate me, but actually liked me. "You know what? I feel the same about you. You're nothing like the people back in the Vault."
Ian leaned towards me slowly, but stopped, for a moment, as if to verify I was ok with what he was about to do. I was ok. He leaned closer, and finally kissed me. For that one moment, all the troubles of the world were gone. No more Vault, no more Wasteland, no more Water Chip, no more wound. Just the two of us in the whole world. I had been with many women in the Vault, but I had never felt this way. I was elated.
He started kissing my neck, then my chest, slowly making his way down my body while unziping my pants. He finally made his way down to my cock, which was now fully erect, and rubbing it, slowly and gently.
"Oh, Ian..."
"I love. I've loved you from the first moment I saw you." He started sucking my penis, starting slowly, but starting to go faster every time. I came in his mouth. He swallowed. None of the girls i fucked in the Vault ever swallowed. He started kissing me again, while playing with my balls.
"Turn around" he said.
And turn around I did. He slowly took off his pants, while I took off my mine. HE then thrust his huge, erect cock into my anus. The sense of elation became even more powerful. And finally, just like I had come in his mouth, he came in my asshole.
We continued to suck and fuck each other for about an hour, until we both agreed that we were getting tired.
We sat there, In the dark halls of Vault 15 for a few hour. Our sense of time was gone. We didn't talk. We didn't need to talk. For those few hour, we were one. I realized that the journey ahead may not be as terrible as I first thought it would. I had a new found sense of hope. I don't know what I would've done without Ian, who was smoking a cigarette. Where he had found a cigarette was beyond me. You could only find those on the East Coast, from what I had heard.
Ian finally interrupted the silence. "Hey."
"What is it, Ian?"
"As much as I liked this, it has to be our secret, ok?"
"Yes, I understand." I didn't even understand why he said that. It was quite obvious that it had to be a secret. The Wasteland was harsh enough as it was. I've no idea how terrible the prejudiced people would treat homosexuals. "Ian?"
"Yes?"
"Steel be with you."
"Don't worry. We'll find that water thing you're looking for." Ian tried to calm me down "Look on the bright side. We found a lot of gear in this Vault. An SMG, some grenades and that jacket you're wearing. It'll come to good use."
"I suppose you're right... Let's go, Ian. You know the way to Junktown, right?" Ian nodded. He knew that nothing he would say would really help right now. We started making our way back to the elevator shaft (thank God there was a rope in the Vault.)
I know I was being harsh against him, making him listen to my rantings, talking about how good I had it in the Vault. God, it must have been hell to him, listening to some spoiled asshole do nothing but complain, while he had grown up in the Wastes, fighting raiders and mutated animals, living in constant fear.
"Hey, wait!" Ian said. I had hoped he wouldn't noticed. "What's with your leg?"
"Oh, that? It's nothing." I didn't want him to worry. I had put him through so much already. No matter how often he reminded me that he was an adventurer and had lived through more terrible times, I knew he was worried. He knew that joining me would result in his death.
"You don't have to play tough guy. This stuff is important. You could get an infection in that wound. Please, tell me what happened."
I was reluctant. However, I had heard of infections, gangrene specifically. "Ok, Ian. I was bit by that Mole Rat over there." I pointed to the decapitated critter down the hall.
"Well, let me treat the wound. Mole rat bites can be nasty."
I sat down on the ground and handed him my first aid kit. The Overseer had given it to me when he sent me out on my journey, but I wasn't too good at medical stuff.
"Let me take care of it all." Ian said quietly. "Get some rest. You're gonna need it." He smiled slightly. I love his smile.
"Ian..." I said, while he was patching me up "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For everything."
He paused. I could see him blush slightly, even in the twilight of the abandoned Vault. "You're welcome." He turned to my leg once again, visibly uncomfortable.
"What's wrong, Ian?"
"Oh, it's nothing..."
"C'mon, you can tell me. I'm your friend."
"Well, we've only know each other for a few days, but..." He turned to me again, "I've never felt more close to anyone in my life."
I blushed. "That's sweet, Ian. Thank you for saying that." I felt so relieved. Ian had been relatively quiet these last few days, mostly speaking only when he was spoken to. It was good to know that he not only didn't hate me, but actually liked me. "You know what? I feel the same about you. You're nothing like the people back in the Vault."
Ian leaned towards me slowly, but stopped, for a moment, as if to verify I was ok with what he was about to do. I was ok. He leaned closer, and finally kissed me. For that one moment, all the troubles of the world were gone. No more Vault, no more Wasteland, no more Water Chip, no more wound. Just the two of us in the whole world. I had been with many women in the Vault, but I had never felt this way. I was elated.
He started kissing my neck, then my chest, slowly making his way down my body while unziping my pants. He finally made his way down to my cock, which was now fully erect, and rubbing it, slowly and gently.
"Oh, Ian..."
"I love. I've loved you from the first moment I saw you." He started sucking my penis, starting slowly, but starting to go faster every time. I came in his mouth. He swallowed. None of the girls i fucked in the Vault ever swallowed. He started kissing me again, while playing with my balls.
"Turn around" he said.
And turn around I did. He slowly took off his pants, while I took off my mine. HE then thrust his huge, erect cock into my anus. The sense of elation became even more powerful. And finally, just like I had come in his mouth, he came in my asshole.
We continued to suck and fuck each other for about an hour, until we both agreed that we were getting tired.
We sat there, In the dark halls of Vault 15 for a few hour. Our sense of time was gone. We didn't talk. We didn't need to talk. For those few hour, we were one. I realized that the journey ahead may not be as terrible as I first thought it would. I had a new found sense of hope. I don't know what I would've done without Ian, who was smoking a cigarette. Where he had found a cigarette was beyond me. You could only find those on the East Coast, from what I had heard.
Ian finally interrupted the silence. "Hey."
"What is it, Ian?"
"As much as I liked this, it has to be our secret, ok?"
"Yes, I understand." I didn't even understand why he said that. It was quite obvious that it had to be a secret. The Wasteland was harsh enough as it was. I've no idea how terrible the prejudiced people would treat homosexuals. "Ian?"
"Yes?"
"Steel be with you."