#going to need extra support from my cowboys over the next few days huh

[basingstokemercury]

Going to be an especially arduous wait for audition results this time

Time to settle down and be scared to check my inbox for days!

[badcowboy69]

Unexpected part 4

Gosh, it’s been a REALLY long time for this poor chapter to be coming out.  I have been distracted with many things, good and bad, but it seems as if I’m finally back on track.  Hopefully that means I’ll be able to crank out stories again like I used to.  That being said, this is the latest installment of my little saga.  Hope you like it.  As always comments and asks are welcomed and reblogs are the bests.

Oh and just in case you would like to read the previous chapters if it’s your first time or simply needing a refresher, here’s the links.

Part One     Part Two    Part 3

Story begins under the cut due to the length.  Enjoy!

It was evident Travis could barely contain the excitement that was surging through him.  Giving Riley a crooked grin, he quickly loped back into the bedroom and practically tripped over the doorway threshold.  Picking up on the enthusiasm, Rex bounded eagerly along at his side while yipping and yapping playfully.  “Got an extra wardrobe in here so it’s the perfect place for you to put all your stuff!” Travis called out over the happy, chirpy barks of his cyberdog.

However, Riley had paused his pursuit, suddenly distracted by the trail of discarded clothing scattered along the hallway.  A gentle smile curled his lips as his mind flitted back to last night where a wonderful event started in the elevator then led to the bedroom where it continued for hours.  Even though he was half-serious when mentioning about the fantasy of getting a blowjob inside of an elevator, it came as no surprise that Travis would actually comply.  

While bending to gather up the clothes, Riley happily reminisced about their reunion.  Suddenly, his wonderful recollection was interrupted by a stark naked Travis standing in front of him.  Although he’s seen Travis naked plenty of times, Riley still found his cheeks warm with a blush at the unexpected, but very pleasant sight.  “Hell, Travis, you keep enticing me like this I doubt we’ll be making tracks to the Fort anytime soon,” he jested while adjusting his glasses as his eyes began to wander up and down his boyfriend’s slender frame.

“Huh?  Oh!  Well...maybe...when we get back I can make it all up to you.  I know you can’t resist this bod,”  Travis purred while he ran his hands seductively over his sides only to get shoved playfully by Riley.  “Anyhoo, is everything ok, Riles?  Been talking to you and you ain’t answering.”

“Oh, sorry about that, but yes, that wardrobe sounds great, thank you.  By the way, I can’t seem to find my pack.  I could have sworn we brought it up here with us last night.”

Giving a quick scan around the now cleaned up hall, Travis got a hunch and pushed the call button for the elevator.  The silver doors slid open and there on the floor was not only Riley’s pack and Gauss rifle, but Travis’ own rifle and cowboy hat as well.  “Ah, Hell, looks like someone was in an awful hurry to get out of there to leave all this stuff behind,” Travis jested while he retrieved their items.

Reaching for the weapons, Riley randomly noticed Travis’ motorcycle was leaning close to the wall.  He wondered how he missed it earlier, but there were plenty of other things distracting him since he arrived.  Travis tended to do unusual things from time to time, but having a vehicle in the living quarters seemed a bit out of the ordinary, even for Travis.  “Looks like someone forgot where the parking garage was,” Riley teased back.  

“Ain’t forgot,” the courier replied while rubbing the back of his neck, mild embarrassment in his voice.  “I only got back here a few days ago and was too tired to screw around unpacking downstairs then make like twenty trips back and forth to the elevator.  Figured it was easier to bring the bike up here so’s I could unpack and put stuff away in one shot.  I was planning on taking it back downstairs eventually, but some hot redhead dropping in from Boston sort of interrupted that.  Besides, had too much going on in my mind to really want to deal with chores...or much else.”

“Understandable,”  Riley said softly as he knew exactly what Travis must have gone through.  His own world was quite setback and lost when Travis left Boston only a few weeks ago.  He got through his lonely days by drinking or being with friends, but barely.  

Following Travis into the bedroom, Riley set the weapons against the couch then stood silently in the doorway.  Travis made his way towards a large, dark wood wardrobe to choose an outfit for the day’s outing.  Riley still couldn’t tear his eyes away from admiring the finely shaped, naked form of his partner.  His gaze abruptly halted seeing bright red scratch marks on Travis’ back.  A demure smile curled his lips as memories of last night’s passions flooded his mind and made him long to repeat them soon.

Forcing his eyes to look elsewhere, Riley turned to his left and let out a soft gasp of surprise.  His eyes suddenly widened behind his glasses and he found himself gravitating towards a large bookshelf behind a desk.  He felt an excited jolt go through him while he read aloud the titles of the books.  “Las Vegas: A History. How to Succeed at Hacking.  Cats.  Guns, Your God-given Right.  Building a Robot.  Motorcycle Mechanics.  Sparky and the Flying Securitron.  Texas Red. Damn, Travis, you certainly have quite the mix of genres,” he chuckled as he took out the Vegas book and began flipping through its pristine pages.

“Shucks, got plenty of books in the other rooms and there's a ton more upstairs in the penthouse.”  He snickered hearing the soft gasp escape his partner. “You’ll see everything, don't you worry none about that.  Shit, there’s so much to see in the casino alone to probably last us all day.  Umm...wanna get the ten cent tour of the apartment before we head to the Fort?” “Oh!  Yes, right, the Fort.  As anxious as I am to see your suite, I know you’re in a hurry to head out.  It’s ok, Travis, we can do what you needed first and you can show me around here when we get back.” Riley set the book carefully on the shelf as not to damage the delicate paper dust cover and gave his partner a supportive smile.

“You sure?  I mean I don’t mind showing you around first, but I’ll do whatever you want to do.  This is your vacation after all,” Travis replied while pulling out his traditional red plaid shirt and blue jeans from the wardrobe and tossed them on the bed.  “Besides, I’m only going to the Fort today to drop off my semi-weekly donations and show you around.  Figured I could introduce you to Arcade while we’re there.  It ain’t really crucial we go today.  I can always drop off donations tomorrow.  Ain't like they're expecting me or anything.”

Riley sat on the bed next to his pack and looked up at his broadly smiling lover. “You’re something else, you know that?  Then that settles it.  I’d love to have a quick tour of your place before we leave.”

Travis grinned more and leaned down to deliver a quick kiss on Riley’s cheek. “Great!  Gonna go and get washed up first, though.  Feel free to use the other wardrobe for your stuff if you wanna and make yourself at home.  My casa is your casa,” he declared making Riley chuckle at his attempt of a Spanish phrase.

“It’s me casa es su casa,” he corrected with a gentle smile.  “But thank you just the same.”

As Travis walked out room, Riley caught himself once more staring after the naked vision.  He sighed wistfully and suddenly noticed he was becoming aroused.  Knowing it was best to stifle his urges, at least for now, Riley bit his lower lip and distracted himself by unpacking.  “Well, this won’t take long,” he muttered to himself realizing he had nowhere near as many clothes as he would need for a prolonged stay.  Past experience taught him things could go wrong very quickly with an unexpected visit.  He prepared for the worst, but did hope for the best.  Packing light was a precaution even though deep down he knew wasn’t necessary.  

Gathering up the meager armload of clothes, Riley headed to the wardrobe on the opposite side of the bed.  It was identical as the one Travis was using right down to the almost pristine condition.  Resting atop of it was some sort of helmet with ruby colored eye lenses.  Next to it was a skull from some kind of animal that Riley could only guess was a brahmin.  To his surprise a small Sentry bot action figure he had given Travis back on the day they first met was also there.  A pleasant warmth spread through him as he remembered that day with tender fondness.

Opening the double doors Riley was mildly surprised to find a small assortment of clothes already neatly arranged inside on hangers.  Riley set his things down and curiously began to sift through the impeccable assortment of slacks, polos, and solid colored button down shirts.   He pulled out a baby blue colored polo and absently held it against himself to check the size.

“Don’t mind the clothes.”  Travis had silently padded into the bedroom and was already pulling on his jeans.  “Grabbed ‘em out of the dressers up in the penthouse where Mister House used to live.  I was hoping they’d fit me, but they’re all a bit too big.  If they fit you, you can have them and hell...you can probably have all of what’s still up there.  House sure as hell don't need ‘em.  All sorts of suits and ties and stuff up there ...stuff you would probably really like.”

Grinning broadly Riley turned back to the wardrobe and began examining the garments with more interest.  He put the blue shirt back and pulled out a black polo with a wide green stripe around the middle.  “Travis, these are all in such amazing condition,” Riley said in disbelief.  Taking it off the hanger, Riley pulled the shirt over his head.  Much to his joy it fit him perfectly.  “Travis, this...this is wonderful!  Are you really sure I can have these?” he asked as his partner sauntered up to him.

“A’yup.  What am I gonna do with a bunch of clothes that don’t fit me?  I was originally gonna take them to camps around the Mojave and donate them, but never had the chance.  Reckon it’s a good thing.  Shirt looks really great on you, Riles.  Cain’t wait to see you out of it later either,” Travis purred while nuzzling against the freckled skin of Riley’s neck.  Sliding his arms around Riley’s waist, Travis pressed close to him and sighed.  “I still cain’t believe you’re here and I cain’t wait to get back after the donation run.  Maybe we can take a swim in my pool before heading out for dinner.”

“Swimming and dinner?  Man, Travis, you’re going to spoil me.  You really don’t have to take me anywhere tonight.  In all honesty it might be more enjoyable to stay in and relax with you.  I’m sure there’s plenty here for you to show me,” Riley softly replied as he leaned against his partner with a contented sigh.  “I'm not going anywhere anytime soon and right now I just want to enjoy being back in your company.”

“Whatever you'd like to do is fine with me!  Reckon we’ll play it by ear.”  Travis gave Riley a few tender kisses which quickly became heated.  Fighting his own eager urges Travis reluctantly pulled back.  “We best get going afore I find something better for us to do,” he panted with a smirk.  Riley nodded in agreement and they separated to continue getting dressed.

Afterwards, with his arms open wide and welcoming, Travis walked around the room.  “Well then, as you can see, this here is the master bedroom.  I keep lots of my personal and most treasured things in here.  Ain't all I got, though.”  He then motioned for Riley to follow him and led him towards a room that was between the master bedroom and dining area.

“Reckon this is more my collection and game room.  Got all kinds of cool stuff I found in my travels,” he proudly announced while placing his hands on his hips.

Riley slowly wandered around the room which was considerably larger than the master bedroom.  In the center of the room was a pool table with way too many balls scattered on top of it.  A Sunset Sarsaparilla soda vending machine was against one wall next to an almost perfect Nuka Cola machine.  Next to those was a fantastic jukebox, it’s glowing colored lights and bubbles instantly drew Riley to it.  As he flipped through the selection markers he asked,”Does this thing really have these tunes and does it really work?”

Travis couldn’t help but give a toothy grin.  “A’yup!  Sure does!  Hell, pick a song and push the button, I sure don’t mind.  I really lucked out with this find up in Black Mountain.  They got a big storage building that was untouched in probably forever ‘cause of the Super Mutants that used to guard the place.  Plus there's a buttload of radiation there that'll get ya if precautions ain't took.  Gotta tell you that story someday.”

Arching an eyebrow, Riley picked a random song by Frank Sinatra and pressed the white button.  The machine made a series of clicks and other sounds while Riley watched in anticipation as the record he chose moved into place and the player’s arm dropped down onto it.  After a few pops and static sounds, All of Me began to play much to Riley’s delight.  Overcome with the pure joy of hearing a long forgotten song again, Riley pulled Travis into his arms and did a quick, impromptu dance with him around the room.  

Seeing the two humans engaged in what he thought looked like fun, Rex began to loudly bark and jump up and down vying for their attention hoping they’d dance with him too.  Travis began to laugh at his cyberdog’s antics as well as the handsome redhead’s sudden burst of enthusiasm.  

Riley stole a quick kiss and released Travis with a laugh.  “Shit, it’s been far too long since I’ve heard that song!  Oh, Travis…” he sighed and trailed off realizing that he danced them all the way to the other end of the room.  Adjusting his glasses, Riley gave Travis a wink and directed his gaze towards the tall shelf unit that seemed to be screaming for his attention.

On each shelf was a different sort of collection all neatly arranged to show off each coveted piece.  Much to Riley’s delight, one shelf was dedicated to more books.  These ones all were various novels, mostly westerns and science fiction.  Knowing he’d have a chance to look over them more thoroughly later, he bypassed them, setting his sights on a different shelf.  

The bottom most one had a selection of pre-war toys.  There was a baseball and glove, a few tin cars, a checkerboard, and a few different style teddy bears and dolls.  Most of the toys were in pretty rough condition, but they were still in great shape considering their age.  Riley spotted a baseball bat and golf club leaning against the shelf as well as what appeared to be a half of a bowling ball.  It was a perfect, smooth cut and Riley made a mental note to ask Travis how it got that way at another time.

Right now he was distracted by what dominated over two of the remaining shelves.  Travis loved collecting Nuka Cola merchandise and had voiced that quite often while he was in Boston.  One shelf was glowing brightly with a variety of Quartz and Quantum while the other shelf had bottles of Victory.  Riley looked them over and gave a low whistle.  “Looks like you’ve been rather busy scouring the Mojave to get this kind of collection,” he commented while picking up a small sheriff badge made out of tin.  “Now I understand why you were so excited to get those rocket shaped bottles in Boston.”

Travis grinned while crossing his arms in front of his chest, obviously proud of his little collection.  “A’yup.  I still got them in the bedroom, though.  Like I said I wasn’t too keen on unpacking when I got back the other day.  Maybe I’ll put them up later tonight.” “Glad to see they’ve gone to a good home,” Riley chuckled as he carefully picked up a large, metal toy Nuka Cola delivery truck complete with tiny soda bottles.  “Man, this stuff is amazing!  I know a few people back east who would be rather envious of your collection.  Maybe not so much the bottles, but these cool premiums like your trucks and pin-up girl figures would really drive folks wild to possess.”

“I’m sure this ain’t nothing compared to what I heard some people got, but considering Sunset Sarsaparilla is the dominate drink out this way I am pretty lucky I got what I got,” Travis replied while pulling a small chain hanging from a neon Nuka sign that looked like he ripped it directly off a store front.  The glass tubes flickered a few times before lighting completely.  “Got this at a pawn shop in Freeside a while back.  It was tucked behind some old washing machines, but I somehow spotted it.  Traded for a few shot guns and ammo.  The owner thought I was nuts, but I had to have it.  Didn’t work, but I talked to a buddy of mine and he helped me get what I needed to get it to light up.  I think it’s my fave of all my collection, well, besides the glowy bottles.”

“It’s really something else, Travis.  I can’t wait to hear some of the stories behind your collections.”  Giving the shelf a final look and making sure nothing was on the floor for him to accidentally step on, Riley wandered towards a marvelous display unit near the room’s door.  It was similar to something one would find in a gift shop as it showcased all kinds of snow globes.  They all featured Vault Boy in some sort of scene depicting where the globes might have originated from. “Hoover Dam, Goodsprings, The New Vegas Strip....how did you even come across these?” Riley asked while picking one up and giving it a shake, amused at the white plastic flakes inside the water swirling about like a mini snowstorm.

“Eh, some were actually in this place and a few came from general stores out and about.  Got some from Vault 21 as well.  You might like that place a lot. Used to be a real pre-war vault, but it's a hotel and small casino now.  It’s all set up to what I think your time might have looked like.  They’re really big on that nostalgia!  They even got tons of pre-war stuff stored in a few of the rooms.  I've done a lot of trading with the folks there for a few things I liked.  The manager wanted any Vault suits I might find in my travels.  I found lots and exchanged them for some of the metal signs I got hanging around here and other parts of my casino.”

“Sounds like an extremely good system you got going.  Bartering is so much better than using caps I think.”

“Okies I got one last room to show you then we can get a move on to the Fort!” Taking Riley by the hand, Travis eagerly led him down the hall and to the room across from the bathroom.  “I don’t give this room much mind, but I reckon it has its uses.”  

The room was obviously once a guest bedroom with two neatly made full sized beds complete with satin sheets, comforters and throw pillows.  One even had a few teddy bears resting on it.  However, that’s where the bedroom look stopped and instead seemed more like a storage area.   A makeshift gun rack was against the wall with about ten metal ammo boxes stacked next to it.  The rack had everything ranging from shotguns to rifles of all different calibers.  A small footlocker rested next to the rack, its lid open, revealing the contents of various explosives like mines and hand grenades.  

Riley smirked at the small arsenal and shook his head surprised there wasn’t more.  “Your supply of these are a little low,” he jested while giving a nod to the explosives.

“Nah, got more down in my workshop.  Didn’t want to keep that kind of stuff up here in big piles, you know?”  Travis casually replied as he bent to pick up some casings that were scattered on the floor and tossed them in one of the ammo boxes.

“Yes, that uhhh... makes sense.” Riley paled, suddenly feeling nervous thinking of the entire casino blowing up because of of Travis’ passion for explosives and fires.  

A few metal cases stacked against the wall housed flamethrowers as well as a grenade launcher.  The weapons looked like they were used quite often and Riley could only imagine the mischief his partner got into with them.  Riley was thankful not seeing anything that launched mini nukes or the like.  Even Travis must have his limits when it came to destruction.  

However, there was one weapon that got Riley’s curiosity and he tugged at Travis’ sleeve to get his attention.  “What in the world is that thing?” he asked, pointing to what looked like a motorcycle gas tank with an iron sword attached to it by a cable.

Travis twitched his moustache and grinned broadly while picking up the sword. “This is what’s called a shishkebab.  One of my fave pyro weapons.  The sword flames up.  I’ll have to take you out later and show you it in action!  Some of the trees out in the desert are dry as dust and man you should see them burn up when I slash ‘em with this!”

Riley inwardly groaned seeing Travis’ crystal blue eyes light up with excitement while showing off the sword.  “I’d love to see, as long as you are careful.  I’m sure more than just trees catch fire easily here.” “Oh man, you ain’t kidding!” Travis excitedly responded while putting the shishkebab back down and went back to his task of picking up the casings.  He heard a soft groan come from his partner over his comment and he quickly added, “But don’t worry, I only set shit on fire in secluded areas where they won’t go out of control and cause more trouble.”

“Great,” Riley grunted as he glanced at the single wardrobe in the room.  Its door was ajar revealing some articles of clothing that looked like military uniforms and dusters.  More guns were leaning against the furniture along with more ammo boxes.  Off in a far corner of the room was a small metal platform and on it Travis’ robot ED-E was resting on it.  No doubt it was a charging station of sorts.  

However, like in the previous rooms, what really captured Riley’s attention was yet another large bookshelf stocked not only with books, but interesting items such as a space helmet, globe of the world, and what appeared to be some kind of blaster from a science fiction movie.  

“Interesting choice of books you have here, Travis.  I didn’t expect you to read these sort of things,” the redhead remarked as he looked over the book titles that ranged from business operations and government to mathematics and science.

Travis snorted and shook his head.  “Nah, ain’t read those.  I glanced through them and they’re boring and filled with words I can’t even understand.  Some got nice pictures at least.  I  got them there for looks and maybe give to someone if they’re interested.  Hell, if you like them by all means please read them”

“I was anticipating some history books, actually.  Do you have any of those?” Riley asked hopefully as he carefully flipped through the pages of an astronomy book, marveling at how bright and crisp the photos inside were after all the centuries.

“Oh, sure!  Got plenty of those upstairs in the penthouse!”  Travis couldn’t help but laugh seeing Riley’s face light up hearing the news about history books. Slipping his arms around Riley’s waist, Travis leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “Trust me, Riles, my apartment is only the beginning of shit for you to see in this place.  Anyways, was this a good enough tour for now?  You ready to mosey on outta here?”

“Yes, the tour was perfect and I look forward to exploring and experiencing it more as the days go by.  Thank you, Travis.”

“Great!  Let’s make tracks then!”  Stealing another quick kiss, Travis entwined their fingers together and briskly led him towards the elevator.  “Gotta stop and pick up some supplies for the Fort first.  Can't exactly make a donation run without donations.”

Right as the metal doors began to slide shut, Rex decided at the last moment to join the couple.  He gave a startled yelp as the doors closed, barely touching him.  “Dumb dog!”  Travis groaned as the doors re-opened to allow the cyberdog entry.  “Hit the button with a T,” Travis directed to Riley while he pushed his dog into the back of the elevator and out of the way.

Riley searched over the panel of buttons and realized the vast majority of them weren’t numbered properly or numbers for that matter.  Furrowing his brow as he looked for the T button, he asked, “Ummm...Travis, what’s with these numbers and...letters?  They’re all so... randomly placed.”

“Well, it helps make things easier to remember where things are.  Six is me, so my suite’s button is six as you found out last night.  C is for casino.  P is for Penthouse.  L is for Lounge.  T is for Treasure.  W is for workroom.  B is for basement.  S is for Sub Basement…”

“Ok Ok I get it,” Riley chuckled and pushed the T button.  “It’s a good method as long as you understand it.  Do you do anything with the other floors not designated to a specific number or letter?”

“Nothing really.  They’re there for whatever.  Storage I reckon.  All still got nice beds, sheets, furniture, clothes...almost like Mister House had this place gussied up and evacuated afore the bombs hit.  It's also why I have an endless supply of sheets and clothes...got lots of liquor too,” he snickered.

“Sounds perfect,” Riley grinned.  “I can’t wait to see all of your special floors, but this one we’re going to...T for Treasure, really sounds interesting.” “Ain’t no big deal for me, but for the folks I help out...well...you’ll see.  Used to be one of the business suites or some shit,” Travis said with a dismissive shrug right as the elevator came to a halt at its designated floor.

The doors slid open and an over enthused cyberdog bolted out.  “Ain’t never seen him this excited, but I reckon he’s picking up on my feelings,” Travis drawled as he followed the dog leaving Riley to stand blushing in the elevator over Travis’ compliment.  Realizing Riley wasn’t at his side, Travis halted and turned around.  “You coming?”

Riley cleared his throat and nodded.  “Yes, yes of course.”  He stepped out of the elevator and gazed up and down the hallway.  The carpet had a checkered pattern of different shades of reds and still looked as it might have 200 years ago.  Various pictures were on the wall showcasing scenes of the pre-war New Vegas and Mojave areas.  Other than that the hall was completely barren and disinteresting.  One lone door was at the far end to their right and that was where Travis was headed.  

“Got all sorts of crap in this place,” Travis casually remarked while they walked.  “Plus during my travels I find lots of stuff and salvage it.  Been in this place almost seven years and pretty much went through all the floors.  I gathered up certain things and organized them for later distribution.  I sure don’t need it, but plenty of folks out there do.”

Opening the door, Travis beckoned for Riley to follow him inside.  Entering the suite Riley was taken aback by what he saw.  The entire suite reminded him of what pre-war shopping mega-centers or warehouse type of stores looked like.  Tall metal and wooden racks lined the walls stocked with various goods while large boxes were on the floor and filled with things too bulky to store on shelves.  

As Riley gazed around the room he eventually realized that everything was sorted and organized according to purpose.  One shelf had small boxes filled with syringes with labels marked stimpack or med-x.  Piles of rad-away along with bottles of rad-x occupied another shelf.  Piles of crutches and canes were stacked in a corner, propped against the shelf.  Boxes of gauze and bandages were lined on the bottom shelf according to size.  Various other medical supplies were scattered on a wooden table where some brown doctor bags were resting.  

Where the medical supplies ended, linens began.  Riley wasn’t sure how many or what size, but there was plenty of nicely folded bedding materials stacked neatly on their shelf.  Stacks of towels were also on the shelf along with what looked like cloth napkins and tablecloths.  After that a row of boxes filled with teddy bears, dolls, cars, and other various toys were set on the floor in front of the shelf.  A smaller display case, almost similar to the one Travis had his snow globes on, had a variety of carved wooden figures.

The remaining shelves were stocked with varieties of food preserved in jars as well as candles, ropes, lighters, electronic parts, and many other things.  All necessary supplies, but not so vast where they needed their own separate area.  Three large wardrobes with their doors removed were also lined against the wall.  Inside were various clothes for men, women, and children, but it looked as though those supplies were rapidly being depleted.  

Giving out a low whistle, Riley slowly browsed through the supplies, amazed how much was actually gathered here.  “You have quite the hoard, Travis.  Are you sure you aren’t secretly a dragon with all this wonderful treasure?” Travis snorted as he grabbed a brown medical bag and began hastily stuffing random supplies into it.  “Ain’t no hoarder...but what’s a dragon?” he asked, suddenly pausing from his task, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy.

“Well...a dragon is a mythical beast that was found in many cultures around the world.  Generally they were depicted as a large lizard or reptile, usually with wings, and quite often were known to have vast hoards of treasure like gems and gold.  It also wasn’t uncommon for them to breathe fire.”

“Oh!  We got dragons here in the Mojave then!” Travis exclaimed excitedly and turned to face Riley, his blue eyes shining.  “We call them Fire Geckos, though.  They’re about as tall as you and they breathe fire!  No wings, though, but they do run awfully fast.  I wonder if they have treasures?”

Riley paled slightly hearing about the beasts and frowned as his body instinctively tensed over Travis’ last remark.  “Please don’t tell me you want to go finding that out?”

“Nah, I don’t make a point out of going after critters for no reason other than for food.  If we happen to find them and they attack, yeah, different story.  Don’t worry, your man ain’t no ruthless killer bent on mowing anything down that moves especially over material goods.”

“This I know,” Riley gently replied as he stepped over to Travis, watching him gather supplies.  “Honestly, I’m surprised you even still have this big of an inventory.  I mean, I wouldn’t think there’d be so much good and salvageable stuff out there in the wastes.  I also would think you’d run out of supplies in time, especially since you’ve been doing things for what...like...seven years now you said?”

“Yeah, everything’s pretty much picked over in the Mojave,” Travis said with a dismissive shrug.  “But shit’s never-ending for the most part here in the casino.  I also don’t send out donations every day or even every week.  If I didn’t ration things I’d run out of supplies right quick and then probably’ll get bitched at for not helping anymore.  It’s so stupid that the folks you sometimes help take advantage of ya or ain’t thankful for what ya do give them and they want more.”  Travis snorted as if remembering such a case while he began to add empty syringes inside of the bag. Riley smirked knowing about thankless individuals all to well.  He witnessed first hand and personally experienced that behavior many, many times in Boston where the more help you offer to people the more that is demanded.  You would think people would be more grateful especially in these hard times.  He sighed and gave Travis a pat on the shoulder.  “You’re a good guy, Travis.  Do you need any help packing supplies?” “Sure,” Travis replied as he began gathering up a few handfuls of bandages.  “Grab an empty sack and round up five teddy bears, some cars and dolls, and maybe a few of the wooden animal carvings.  Might as well give the younger residents at the Fort something during this visit.”

Nodding, Riley walked over to the toy area and began filling the sack with Travis’ request.  “Did you make these figures by any chance?” he asked seeming to recall a time when Travis mentioned he liked to carve things in his spare time.  The wooden carvings were very well made and he was impressed with the variety of dogs, yao guai, and deathclaws as well as some animals he didn’t recognize, but figured they were typical to the Mojave.

“Yeah,” Travis replied as he shoved a final handful of Rad-X in the bag and zipped it up.  “One of the little talents I discovered I had a few years ago.  Don’t know where it came from, but I reckon it’s probably some kind of long forgotten memory.”

Riley nodded solemnly while he looked over a carving of a deathclaw which was quite different in looks compared to what was in Boston.  He remembered Travis talking about the differences, but that didn’t make the beasts any less threatening.  Putting the figure in the bag, Riley began to meander around the suite amazed at Travis’ accomplishment.  “It’s nice to see you also have books to offer to people,” he commented while looking over a small selection of literature lined neatly on a shelf.  “I’m glad to see that you pass out written works like this.  Some of these sound pretty interesting and I might have to borrow some one day.”

“You keep finding the books, don’t ‘cha?”  Travis snickered as he closed up the medical bag and made his way towards the door to leave.  “The Boomers really like books.  They can be next on the donation drop-off list if you’d wanna pay them a visit with me.  Gotta take the motorcycle, though.  It’s a ways off past Hoover Dam.”

“The Boomers, eh?  I seem to recall you mentioning them.  They’re the folks with the functioning war planes, right?”  Riley asked as hoisted the bag full of toys over his shoulder and joined Travis and who were waiting patiently in the doorway.

“Yeah, they’re really self-sufficient and got crops and stuff.  I usually only take them things like scrap and weapons, but they also really like tech books.  Maybe when we go I can convince them to take us for a ride in the B-29 they got.  Barter with ‘em...books for a bomber ride.  Maybe they can fly us to that Mile High Club you mentioned last night if it ain’t too far.  I know I’d sure love to check it out if you remember how to get there.”

Bending to set the bag down on the floor of the elevator, Riley paused hearing what Travis said and bit his lower lip as he felt his cheeks warm with a blush.  “Umm...well...that might not be the best thing to ask them, babe.  You see, it’s kind of like a private club.  I’ll explain it all to you on the way down to the casino,” Riley said with an alluring tone to his voice and gave a wink as the elevator doors slid shut.

To be continued...

[zarcake-writes]

Is This a Dream?

Alright so I’ve thought about this for a loong time, and after talking to @prettyfunkyunorganized and reading her’s I decided to write mine. And omg it’s a lot longer than I thought it would be and I’ll be honest, it’s pure fucking Reaper x reader trash. I’m shameless and thirsty af, don’t judge me. But, I hope you all enjoy this.

Warnings: there’s smut at the end

You had, no idea how this happened. The last thing you remembered was playing a few rounds of Overwatch, getting play of the game with Reaper and then going to bed. You woke up in a room you didn’t recognize. At first you thought it was a dream, so you explored the bare room and then walked out.

“This is a really vivid dream?” you muttered to yourself. The walls of the hallway looked familiar, well at least the paint job did. The paint was old and chipped, the hall itself was cold and you wish you were wearing something warmer instead of you shorts and tank top.

When you heard footsteps and voices behind you, you turned and your mouth fell open. Two men were standing at the end of the hallway. You recognized them instantly. Jesse McCree and Soldier: 76. Both men froze at the sight of you. You and the two men stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

“Fuck, I need to chill it with the Overwatch,” you muttered to yourself. Memories of you shutting down a McCree came back and you smirked to yourself.

“Who the hell are you?” yelled Soldier. His voice was as gruff as ever, you jumped and saw he was stalking up to you. You never realized how tall he really was. Or how broad shouldered he was. He towered over you and you felt so small, smaller than usual.

“Ok, this is a dream. Wake up dammit,” you said, closing your eyes. Usually your dreams about video game characters were… different. They were pleasant or sexual. Not like this. Soldier 76 never towered over you and yelled at you.

“Darlin, this isn’t a dream.” Came a voice beside you. You opened your eyes and found yourself looking up at McCree. He wasn’t as intimidating as Soldier, but his hand was on his gun and the look in his eyes was enough to tell you the truth.

“This cannot be real. None of you are real. What kind of joke is this?” you asked. You looked around frantically, panic rising in chest. This was a fantasy world, this cannot be real!

“It’s real kid. Now, who the hell are you and why are you here?” Soldier asked. He shifted so he wasn’t as intimidating, but you were shaking out of fear and the cold in the hall. You covered your chest and hunched your shoulders.

“You… you two better get me somewhere where we can sit down,” you said. Jesse and Soldier looked at each other, then back at you. They nodded their heads and you swallowed thickly.

A little while later, you were sitting at a table with Soldier and Jesse, both men were giving you an annoyed look. You told them the last thing you remembered was going to bed after playing a video game they were in. You explained they were a video game and they also had comics of them.

“Cut this shit kid, how did you get in this base?” Soldier growled.

“I’m telling the truth! Why would I lie?”

“Maybe because you’re a spy! Got to admit, using the whole a young girl and having her in pajamas is a good way to throw us off,” Soldier said. Jesse was behind him leaning against the wall.

“I’m not a damn spy! Does it look like I can do spy shit? I can’t even run a damn mile!” you snapped.

“That doesn’t mean anything. Now who sent you?!” Soldier yelled. You jumped at his voice and sunk lower into yourself, tears pricked your eyes. You never thought Soldier: 76 would be yelling at you with Jesse McCree behind him.

“I’m telling the truth!” you yelled back.

“Prove it then,” Jesse said.

“You’re Jesse McCree, you were in a gang called the Deadlock Rebels. Before you got that prosthetic arm, you had a gang tattoo on it. You were in Blackwatch with Gabriel Reyes and Genji Shimada, Gabriel Reyes gave you a second chance,” you said wiping your face. Jesse gave you a surprised look.

“Anyone could know that,” Soldier spat.

“Your real name is Jack Morrison. You were Strike-Commander of Overwatch but something happened and there was an explosion, I’m not sure what happened. But you were in Dorado, Mexico and you’ve been taking out a gang called Los Muertos. You saved a little girl from an explosion.”

“That true Jack?” Jesse asked.

“Yeah. How… how do you know that?” Soldier was looking at you, behind his visor his eyes were wide and his mouth was opened.

“Because I saw a short about it. I’m telling the truth, where I come from you all are fantasy. You’re not real,” you replied. You wiped your face again and held your arms, you were cold and scared and shivering.

“Jack, we should take her to Winston. Maybe he can make sense of this,” Jesse said.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Jack said. You stood up and followed both men out of the small room. Jack saw you were shivering and he placed his jacket on your shoulders. The thing was like a dress on your but it was warm and it smelled like him. You couldn’t help but think one of your friends would be so jealous right now.

When you met Winston, he took your fingerprints and asked Athena to check any records for you. She found nothing, which proved your story and made the three men worry. To further prove your story, you told Winston about his encounter with Reaper and how he sent out the recall.

“Shit, what do we do?” Jesse asked.

“We should call everyone together. I’m sure we can think of something,” Winston said. He patted your shoulder and gave you a friendly smile, you smiled back.

The three took you to a conference room where all the other character, or real people, eventually joined. Everyone showed up, minus the Talon agents. Your mind went to Reaper and you were relieved you showed up here and not at a Talon base. You might be dead… or being experimented on by Moira. That wasn’t a pleasant thought.

Everyone was looking at you and you were glad Solider let you wear his jacket. Winston explained the situation and you told them your story, most laughed or gave you an annoyed look. But when you began saying things about them, things that you shouldn’t know, they all shut up.

“Wait, we’re a video game?” Hana asked.

“Yes. I know, ironic huh?” you said. She snorted and nodded her head.

“But, we’re real people. How can we be a video game?” Angela said.

“I don’t know. I woke up here,” you said.

“Winston, maybe she bounced around like I did,” Lena said.

“I was thinking the same thing. I’m going to run some tests and see if maybe we can get her home. Mei, I would like your help,” Wisnton said.

“Of course, Winston,” Mei said. She gave you a sweet smile and you smiled back.

“Until then, what are we going to do with her? She knows too much about us, she could be a liability.” Hanzo exclaimed angrily. There were a few nods around the room and you got a bad feeling.

“Oh my god please don’t kill me. I don’t know that much, there wasn’t much lore available to us and most of the stuff I found have been fan theories or ships. Please don’t kill me,” you said. You looked up at Winston and Soldier who looked surprised with your thought.

“We’re not going to kill you,” Winston reassured you.

“Christ, what did you three tell her?” Angela exclaimed. She came up to you and pulled you into a hug. “If either of you brought out your guns when questioning her, I’m will smack you with my staff.”

“I might have done that,” Jesse said. Angela fixed him with an angry look and he gave you an apologetic look.

“Sorry darlin, you just scared me is all,” Jesse said.

“It’s ok,” you replied. You couldn’t blame him.

“Wait, wait, wait. Everyone just stop,” Hana said. Everyone, including you, turned to the young woman, “Did you say there were ships of us?”

“Yes,” you said with a smile. Her eyes went wide, Lucio smirked and you saw Genji shake his head. The others looked a bit confused.

“Tell me them all!”

An hour later, and with many laughs and blushing faces, Hanzo bolted out of the room with Genji on the floor dying. Jesse was yelling, or singing, after Hanzo. Jesse thought singing a horrible version of Josh Turner’s “Your Man” to Hanzo was an amusing thing to do, an arrow that whizzed past the cowboy’s head told him otherwise. You were sure Hanzo would never speak to you again.

After that, you were given a room and handed Soldier his jacket back. Angela and Fareeha gave you some of their clothes, since you were still in shorts and a tank top. Winston gave you a communicator and Dva and Lucio showed you how it worked. Ana and the other supports offered you a place to talk, especially when you were feeling home sick and overwhelmed. You knew deep down you were stuck here. No matter what Winston did, this was your new home.

There was one day you got lost on base and after almost having a panic attacke, Hanzo appeared and calmed you down. He was surprisingly kind to you, even after the whole McHanzo explanation. Once he calmed you down and helped you get your breathing under control, he helped you get to Angela’s office. You made sure to compliment his piercings and his haircut, he only gave you a small smile.

“I always wanted a septum piercing, but I was always scared to get it,” you shrugged.

“Well, if you ever wish to get it done, I can take you,” Hanzo said.

“You would?”

“Yes.” Hanzo smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back at the man.

Another time, after being with them for a month, you asked Jesse to take you out to a bar. Being thrown into a fantasy world was exhausting and had you craving a drink. The man almost threw you over his shoulder in excitement. That was the first night you got officially drunk, Jesse and you stumbled back onto the base at three in the morning with tacos in hand.

Soldier was there waiting for you and began scolding you both, you mentioned how he had a great ass and Jesse snorted loudly. Jesse and you stumbled away, but Jack had to guide you back to your room. The next morning Soldier made sure to be extra loud around you both, Genji took pity on you and took you to Zenyatta’s room. The omnic let you rest in his room.

Despite you being there and your world ending, their world kept going. They would go on missions and come back bruised and battered. You often worried about them and always showed up to visit them if they were in the med bay. They had secret meetings and debriefings about missions and you were usually stuck wandering the base alone at that time. You grew bored and found yourself going through old files they had and reading anything you could find. Ana offered to train you and you told her maybe once you get used to this world, who would pass up an opportunity to be trained by Ana Amari?

Even though you were around all these heroes, there was only hero- or villain- you were constantly wondering about. Reaper. You didn’t tell the other’s you always played Reaper and how much you had a crush on him. You wondered what he was doing. If you met him would he kill you? Yeah, he probably would, you thought glumly.

Every night in your room, you would look up anything you could find about Gabriel Reyes and reports of Reaper. Athena gave you access to old training videos of the ex-Blackwatch Commander. You marveled at the pictures of him in his uniform and at the way he fought and how stunning he was. The videos of Reaper were terrifying. He moved so quickly and took out anyone he saw as a threat. The smoke that billowed around him was beautiful and horrifying. You were tempted to ask Jesse and Genji about him, but you thought better of it. You were content with the material you had.

The day finally came when Hana asked who your main was. You couldn’t admit it was Reaper, they might think bad of you or think you’re a spy, again. You told her and the other’s around the table two other mains, Pharah and Symmetra.

“Not me?” Hana asked. She looked offended but there was a twinkle in her eye.

“I was never good at playing you. Usually I play Orisa as a tank.”

“What about me sugar?” Jesse asked with a wink.

“I sucked at you. But if I played as Mercy, I would follow you around and increase your damage just to hear you say, ‘that’ll do fine’,” you admitted. You knew it was a mistake when Jesse gave you a grin.

“Really? Well darling, that’ll do just fiine,” Jesse purred in your ear.

You squeaked and went beet red. Everyone laughed and you had to hide your face, Jesse patted your back and you gave the man an angry look. He only seemed more amused by the angry look.

“I always blush at that line,” you muttered.

“Who else do you find attractive?” Lena asked.

“What, you gonna play matchmaker?” you snorted.

“Maybe,” she winked.

“Please don’t. But if you must know, Genji and Hanzo are fine as wine. Jesse is, well you saw what just happened. Soldier’s hot, he’s got the body and a sexy voice. And…” you wanted to say Reaper. His Blackwatch skin is your favorite. “Satya’s pretty, and Fareeha is fine. I would let them both punch me.”

Lena snorted at your last comment and Hana gave Lucio a look. Jesse ruffled your hair and you hid your face in embarrassment.

“Oh darling, you’re surrounded by a bunch of hotties, will you ever stop blushing?” Jesse asked.

“No. I will die of embarrassment,” you muttered.

Several hours later and you were sitting alone on the roof near the Gibraltar tower. Once you got the layout of the base down, you began to spend time alone. The other’s new you wanted and needed time alone, so they let you be. You found the roof of a small building to be quiet and you had a great view of the ocean and the setting sun. You took a deep breath and smiled at the smell of the salt water. You were so focused on the water you didn’t notice someone else was up there with you.

“So, you’re the newest addition to this little group?” asked a deep voice that you knew instantly. You turned around and saw Reaper standing behind you. He was in the shadows, smoke billowing off him, and his white mask as intimidating as ever.

“Oh my god, you’re… You’re Reaper,” you said standing up. Your heart was pounding and you were on the verge of a freak out, whether it was a fangirl freak out or freaking out because he could kill you, you weren’t sure. This was the character you loved the most, he was your crush and… oh my god he might just kill you.

“I am. And who are you? You seem to have everyone’s attention around here, and I was wondering how?” he stepped towards you. His footsteps were heavy, smoke billowed out from beneath his feet. He was just as intimidating as you imagined. “You never train and you don’t have the body of a soldier. In fact, you look quite soft.” His clawed gloved reached out and poked your stomach.

“Hey, I know I have a soft tummy. Leave it alone,” you said. You covered your stomach with your arm and stared back at the masked man.

“Feisty, interesting. So, who are you and why are you here?” he growled. He stepped towards you again and you found yourself being backed up against a wall.

“I- I’m no one,” you said. He was so much bigger than you thought. Tall with broad shoulders, shotgun shells strapped to his body. He put a clawed hand against the wall beside your head, you looked at the claws and swallowed. Fuck they looked sharp.

“You must be someone,” he growled.

“Are you going to kill me?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. He grabbed a strand of your hair and held it between his claws.

“Of course. Great, my main kills me. Course that would happen to me.” you said bitterly.

“So, you’re telling the truth about you not being from this world and us being a video game?” Reaper asked.

“Ho- How do you know? Have you been watching us? Oh my god is your team here? Please don’t torture me and don’t kill the others, please,” you said.

“I’m here alone. And yes, I’ve been watching you. I just slip through the vents and listen, you talk a lot to Genji and Jesse about the game. And you look up a lot of information about Gabriel Reyes, and you watch every video you can find of me. Why?”

“Why do you care?” you asked. You were gazing up at that mask, his body was so close to yours. Why was he so close?

“I’ve heard you in your room, wondering out loud about me. Looking at videos of who I was. Why are you so curious?” he growled. He somehow got closer to you.

“You’re my main, and I was hoping you were alright.”

“Really? Why? Does it have something to do with my, as you said, ‘Amazing legs and ass’?” he asked, he was smiling behind his mask. Your face went red and he chuckled.

“Why are you here?”

“I was gathering intel originally, but upon hearing you talk and finding out none of this is real, what’s the point? I figured I would talk to you, find out more about you. You seemed to enjoy looking up information about who I was. So, tell me, what do you know about me?”

“You’re Gabriel Reyes, ex- Commander of Blackwatch. Moira experimented on you and your turned into this. You blame Soldier for something and you seem hell bent on taking out Overwatch,” you whispered.

“Interesting. In this game of yours, you play me?”

“All the time.”

“Really? You know a good amount about me, yet I know nothing about you. You’re not in any system, you’re not registered in anything. Hell, there isn’t even a missing person’s report for you from your time,” Reaper said. He brought his clawed hand up to your face and trailed a clawed finger over your cheek. His clawed thumb trailed over your lips and down your chin, the tip of his claw pulled your bottom lip down gently. You let out a noise as he touched your face. You had wanted this, it was a fantasy back in your world, and now that it was happening… oh god your knees felt weak.

“You’re not going to kill me?”

“No, I like you.”

“What?” you choked out.

“Yeah, I like you,” he said. He stepped closer to you and leaned down a bit, you were so close to his mask you could lean up and kiss it. You wanted to. You began to move your face up but froze when you heard someone calling your name.

“It’s Hana,” you said.

“I’ll meet you in your room tonight. Keep me a secret for a little longer hermosa,” he said. His voice was so raspy it made you dizzy. You barely nodded before he was smoke and he was gone. When Hana got up to the roof, you were sitting in your spot like nothing happened.

 Later that night you were finally in your own room. It was hard not to think of Reaper, his voice and the way he touched you. There were several times someone had to repeat a question until finally you couldn’t take it anymore. You excused yourself and went to your room. Hana and Lucio followed, worried you were getting overwhelmed. You just said you needed some time alone and thankfully they left you alone.

In your room, you sighed and sat on your bed. Almost immediately you were surrounded by smoke and Reaper appeared. You gazed up at him. He pulled off his coat and his clawed gloves.

“You seem distracted,” he said.

“You distracted me.”

“Me? How did I?” he chuckled. He sat beside you.

“With the way, you touched me and you being so close to me.”

“Close? You mean like this?” he growled. He pushed you down on the bed and was above you. One of his hands was beside your head while the other was touching your face, his hands were cold and rough. They still felt nice on your face.

“You were closer to me earlier.”

“Like this?” he growled. He situated himself between your legs, making sure they were wrapped around his waist. He began to slowly trail his thumb over your lips. You whimpered at his touch. “Should I stop?”

“N- No. That was a good whimper.”

“I see. I want to hear you do it again,” he growled. Reaper moved his mask partly and kissed your lips, you kissed him back, his facial hair felt like everything you imagined it would. Soon you were lost to his touches. The feel of his rough hands on your skin, the way his cool smoke felt against your body and the way it felt when he bites you sent a chill through you.

“Oh Reaper,” you moaned.

“Ah, you know my real name. Use it.”

“Gabriel,” you whispered.

“Yeah, there we go,” he moaned into your neck.

You were soon naked and trembling beneath the man above you. The way he touched you, the way it felt when he kissed you, the things he did to your body that no one else has ever done drove you insane. You were moaning into your pillow or his neck or his mouth most of the night. He took you like he was a dying man and you were his salvation. He moaned your name and whispered things in your ear that had you blushing and trembling. He groaned when you came on his cock, it’s been so long since he’s been with a woman.

When you were both spent, you were laying on his chest, his hands were trailing across your body and down your back. You looked up into his face, scars covered his face and his red eyes were bright in the dim light of your room. He had torn off his mask in the middle of the fucking, once the mask was off he had you face down into the pillow and only the pillow could hear your moans and grunts.

“That was amazing,” you said. You just fucked Reaper, you felt Gabriel freaking Reyes inside of you. You knew several girls back home who would be so jealous, you wished you could tell them about this.

“I know. I felt when you came,” Gabe chuckled.

“What happens now?” you asked.

“I don’t know. But I was thinking of staying around here with you. You said this world is a video game, so everything we’ve done is pointless. I’m tired of being with Talon. I can only stand so much of them, and I’ve reach my limit. Also, I find you interesting.”

“You’re not going to kill me, right?” you asked.

“If I was going to kill you, you would already be dead.”

“That’s… comforting,” you muttered.

“It is,” Gabe said. He rolled you off his chest and onto your side. He adjusted himself and was now facing you. “Go to sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.”

“What about Soldier and Jesse? You want to kill Jack. Are you going to kill him?”

“No. I’m… tired of all this. I’m tired of it all,” he sighed. For a moment, he looked so much older than before. You scooted closer to him and he pulled you into his arms. You fell asleep in his arms, he watched you sleep until he too drifted off.