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
âI cleared out the biggest gang in the area with a varmint rifle and my bare hands,â 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. âImagine what I could do to a third of the men with a much better gun,â he muses, running his thumb over the inscription on the barrel. Although heâs careful to hide it, his right arm achesâ even with the stimpaks, it still hurts where he was shot earlier. When it came down to it, Six knew he didnât 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 wastelanderâs neck was fluttering rapidly, and his pupils dilated. Telltale signs of fear. His gaze flicks down to Sixâs bloodstained and torn shirt, expression settling back into a barely-there smirk. Despite the clear bluff, thereâs an unmistakable glimmer of curiosity in his eyes.
âImagine what you⊠could do?â He huffs out half a laugh. âActions are what matter, in a world like this.â He remarks, voice low and dangerous. He reaches for Sixâs 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. Sixâs 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 Sixâs ear, revolver digging into his chestplate. âEnough about what you could do. What will you do, Courier?â
