jealous fox
a/n: art by @inienil and also the fic is for her as well because she got me into fall out
pairing: vulpes inculta x gn!reader x craig boone
warnings: nsfw (MDNI), boone goes down down down on reader/courier, vulpes inculta, nonconsensual voyeurism/exhibitionism bc vulpes is always watching, some overstimulation, some repressed feelings, the whole shebang yk
Vulpes watches as you and Boone set up camp for the night, unbeknownst to the legionnaire tracking you through the desert
he didn’t quite understand why his Caesar had thought of you so important, especially traveling with the profligate Boone: NCR scum who stood against everything that Vulpes fought for
Boone was nothing more than a degenerate, deserving of the cross and to lay his sins in front of the burning sun, but if Caesar deemed you worthy enough of Vulpes attention, then Vulpes would listen and follow
settling down into the dirt and dust of the cracked earth, Vulpes set up his own small quarters, just enough so that he would not be covered in filth when the morning came
he adjusted his hood so that he could peek at the two of you over the rocks he hid behind and so that Boone would not spot and shoot him
nothing in particular happened in the next hour, you chattering useless drivel as Boone listened in his quiet, and Vulpes let the soft breeze carry your voices down to him
as the night set in, the moon cooling the earth and bringing about the noise of the dark, you seemed to settle down as well, only the crackling fire and the sound of clinking bottles filled the air
Vulpes kept watch as Boone cleaned his weapon methodically, practiced hands sliding over the metal with ease, and he flicked his eyes over to you as well, blinking as he saw that you watched Boone’s hands with rapt attention
in the chittering of the night, Vulpes could not hear your conversation but he could see Boone’s lips moving as the sniper glanced toward you and he could see you flinch and then raise your hand to rub the back of your neck in embarrassment
you move your head to the side and then mumble something before taking another sip of your drink, and Boone goes back to his gun, wiping it of its gunpowder and grease
in the next few minutes, your gaze drifts back to Boone’s hands, and Vulpes watches as you lose all interest in your drink, opting to instead lick your lips as you stare
your eyes flick back up to Boone, finding him staring right back at you, but this time you do not look away
Boone clenches hard onto his gun as he stares at you, his lips moving and Vulpes squints, trying to decipher the words
he still cannot hear and can only watch the silent conversation as you say something back, and Vulpes watches as your grip tightens on the drink in your hand
and then Boone raises his hand to cup your cheek, his lips moving once more almost as if asking a question, and you nod
Boone leans forward, kissing you, and you drop the drink in your hand, letting it fall to the ground and spill its contents onto the ground as you move one hand to cup the back of Boone’s neck and move the other to clutch onto Boone’s shoulder
Vulpes clenches his jaw and feels something clench onto his heart as he watches the two of you kiss and claw at each other like wild monsters
Caesar was wrong to be interested in you
indulging in the worldly pleasures of life that did nothing to further your goal was the trait of a degenerate, someone who deserved punishment and death
you acted like a profligate worthy of the cross, and yet Caesar, the son of Mars, still purported that you had great value in spreading the word of the Legion
Vulpes thought that you would be better in the Gomorrah, or perhaps you would be better as his personal whore, his pet, his prize after all he has done for his Caesar
he watches, a sneer on his face, as you fall onto your back, Boone covering the length of your body with his, and he moves his knee against your crotch
a sinful sound leaves you, one that even Vulpes can hear from his distance, and he lets out a breath, something inside of him trembling as he hears you let out more of those noises as Boone lets you grind against his leg
you move your lips from Boone’s to instead bury your face into his neck instead, and Boone lets you hide your face as he grinds his knee into you
a loud punched-out whine leaves you, one that even muffled grinds into Vulpes ears and sends a jolt from his chest down to his stomach
Vulpes could feel the stirrings of his cock inside of his skirt, and he curses at himself, clenching his fist so hard that his nails cut into his palm
it was not his fault, it was because of you, your degeneracy, your filthy sounds sending him further and further into the pleasures of a profligate
he grits his teeth and watches as you let your head flop down onto the floor, almost as if exhausted, and Boone croons at you, his lips dipping down to the nape of your neck
you squirm underneath the man, and he simply continues his assault upon your neck as one hand easily undoes the belts on your pants and then slips one underneath
Vulpes watches as you jolt underneath the touch, openly moaning into the air as your hands scrabble at the Boone’s shoulders
this was filthy, disgusting, a plunge into sin and an indulgence of pleasure and yet Vulpes could not stop watching, could only feel his own cock rise and ache for touch
it was not fault, it was not his fault, Vulpes repeated the mantra to himself as he reached into his skirt and wrapped his hand around the length of himself
he bit his lip to stop the sound that threatened to escape him as he pumped his hand up and down, his eyes never leaving your trembling body as Boone brought you to another high
you let out another sound and then fall limp onto the floor, almost tired, and Boone presses another kiss to your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck
although Vulpes cannot tell for sure what Boone does, he can see how you shake and flinch underneath the ministrations, and he can see Boone take his hat off and then shove it into your mouth to gag you
even through your makeshift gag, Vulpes can still hear your moan, and he lets out a gasp as he rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock, biting his lip when he’s realized his error
you can’t be human to have this hold over him, he was loyal to Caesar, to never indulge in personal pleasures for the sake of pleasure
perhaps you were some sort of heavenly being meant to test him, to test his resolve and his loyalty to the Legion, maybe you had held magic and cast a spell when you had first met him
Vulpes lets out a stuttering breath as he watches Boone jerk your pants down and then pull them off before letting your thighs settle onto his shoulders
one of your arms press over your eyes as if you were embarrassed, and your other hand grips onto his beret to press further into your mouth in a futile attempt to muffle your sounds
it doesn’t matter because Boone presses his head in between your legs, his arms wrapping over your thighs to pull you in closer to him, and you only whine louder
Vulpes can’t turn his eyes away, not when you tremble so…deliciously
he should look away, should sneer at the both of you, should leave and report that you are unfit to Caesar, should kill Boone and take you prisoner during your vulnerability
and yet all he does is grip onto his own cock tighter, suppressing a hiss as he watches you buck your hips into Boone’s mouth
he can feel his mouth go dry as you shake and and tremble and fall apart so easily underneath Boone
it seemed almost unreal, an illusion, the great courier, strong and unyielding, able to fight off ghouls and beasts with ease now trembling and falling apart with something so simple
Vulpes simply watches as Boone seems to lose himself in between your legs, even as you start to whine and whimper and even as tears start to drip your face
he can’t help but think you look so pretty crying and helpless as Boone ignores your pleas that it’s too much
he can’t help but think that you would look prettier if he was the one in between your legs and making you cry all those tears
his hand pumps faster around his cock as he imagines it was him there, that you were making all those sounds for him, that you were crying tears of pleasure because of him and not Boone
snapping his eyes back open, he focuses his gaze back on you as you shake and whine out Boone’s name in a hoarse voice
Boone murmurs something, Vulpes can’t hear it and something aches inside of him when you smile, earnestly smile up at Boone
not one of lust nor politeness nor pride
it’s something different, and Vulpes feels frustration claw at his stomach as you and Boone kiss so tenderly
not like before when you and Boone had been so desperate to touch each other, this time it is more tender, softer, gentler
Vulpes grits his teeth, watching as you rake your nails down Boone’s back through his shirt, watching as Boone takes off the rest of his pants, leaving him in only his shirt
it should look ridiculous, the both of you only half-undressed, and he should attack you both when the both of you are vulnerable
your weapons are scattered in the sand away from you two, his weapon sits right next to his hip, ready to be drawn and slay the both of you
he does nothing but bite his lip and grip onto his cock tighter as he watches Boone push himself into you while the two of you groan in unison, and he continues to watch as Boone rocks in and out of you, his pace speeding up until it’s the filthy sound of his hips slapping against yours
Boone groans quietly, only heard by Vulpes through the breeze, and you whine pitifully, your nails scratching at Boone’s back and your legs wrapped tight around Boone’s waist
even from Vulpe’s spot far from you, he can still hear the filthy squelch of Boone’s cock thrusting into you, and Vulpes wants to shoot Boone down right where he stands
it should be Vulpes there, fucking you into oblivion, not an NCR degenerate
Boone doesn’t deserve to hear all your sweet moans, every filthy pathetic sound that spills from your lips as you slowly start chanting Boone’s name like a prayer
Boone doesn’t deserve to kiss and bite at your neck, feeling your skin against his as your nails drag along his back
Boone doesn’t deserve you
Vulpes lets out a small grunt as you cry out Boone’s name, the NCR profligate groaning out your name as well as his hips slow down and finally come to stop, his cock buried deep inside out of you as he lets you ride out your high
you shake and tremble in Boone’s hold as he lifts his head up to kiss you, and Vulpes feel the last of his seed spill out onto his hands, wasted on the dry earth
it’s disgusting, Vulpes shouldn’t have to be watching you two from a distance, he should be fucking you full of his cum right now, to claim you as his
he wants to hold you down and bite your neck as you moan out his name and beg him to cum
he wants to hear you beg and beg and cry for him as he denies you what you so desperately crave
he wants to feel you fall apart and tremble and shake and gasp all because of him
he wants-
he wants to kiss you and have you look at him the same way you looked at Boone
the sound of rustling fabric brings Vulpes out of his trance, and he watches as the NCR profligate slowly slips out of you, a small whine escaping your lips at the action, and grabs a towel and his water canister from his bag
slowly, Boone cleans you of the dust and grime from the day and from fucking you against the dirt, and you seem grateful, relaxing and swaying slightly and leaning into Boone
Vulpes can feel his jaw becoming sore with how hard he clenches it, and he puts his forehead up against the rock to calm himself, taking a few deep breaths
it doesn’t matter that Boone has you right now
in due time, you would be Vulpes’s, he would make sure of it
you would join the Legion, you would be his, and he would pleasure you greater than any NCR degenerate every could
yes, you would see the error of your ways, and you would be his
he would be the one to make you cry, the one to make you shake, the one to make you moan as you reach your release
he would be the one to…
to kiss you so gently, to clean you up afterwards, to wrap his arms around your body as the both of you bathe in the afterglow and drift off into sleep
Vulpes looks up from his post one last time, engraving the memory of you sleeping peacefully into his mind, before cleaning himself up and laying down to sleep for the night
he would continue following you, he would go back to Caesar and give his report, and then, he would have you
forever
