Far Cry 5/New Dawn Fanfictions (Lemon and Fluff)

Sharky gets a little help (Sharky X Judge) Lemon

This will contain spoilers to Far Cry 5 along with New Dawn

Since the death of the twins, Prosperity has had a sense of tranquility that has not been felt in the survivors for many years. Those that were alive before and during the Collapse were growing used to the chaos of this world. Having something to celebrate, without the lingering sense of doom above their head was a welcoming change. Even with the threat of the remaining Highwaymen, it was easy to forget that there was ever anything wrong in the world. And best of all for those who lived in Hope County before the Collapse, Eden's Gate was nothing more but ash. Their leader either dead or missing, nobody knew for sure. It was a bittersweet comfort for the people who had lost so much.

And for those like Sharky, the thoughts of what could have been were starting to weigh heavier and heavier as he was now given the time to think on them. Before the world fell into fire, he had grown close with the deputy that tried to save them all. Rook would commonly have Sharky and Hurk accompany them, and the three of them had gotten to be the best of friends because of it. As unlikely as the pairing would be, the time and place really helped them to grow close. It wasn't long before Sharky's feelings began to grow more than platonic, however.

Sadly, Sharky was too scared at the time to confess his feelings to Rook. In his mind it was like a Romeo and Juliet situation, what with them being law enforcement and him being a criminal. He thought that it would never work between them, no matter how hard he wanted to try. This would come at a great cost, as he now sat with Blade thinking if things could have been different if he just made sure that Rook came with him to the bunker, or if he had just told Rook the truth of why he would always be so eager to tag along to any little escapade the deputy wanted to go on. Nobody really knew what happened to the rookie deputy after the bombs dropped, most assumed that they died trying to get to Dutch's bunker. 

Little did they all know, their old friend was a lot closer than they'd think.

On this day, Sharky's thoughts delved more into a different kind of fantasy, as much as he tried to use drinks to distract himself. The drinks only opened his mind to more and more raunchy thoughts, leaving him more frustrated. He was lucky to have Gina and Hurk watching Blade today, so he wouldn't have to worry about the baby. He finally reached the conclusion that he needed to take care of his growing issue before it became a, visible one. It had been a while since he was even able to think about himself, let alone act on it. 

He excused himself under the guise of going to a nearby abandoned house to test some explosives, and since this was one of the rare days that Gina was there he told Hurk to stay behind with his family while he went to do this. Nobody thought anything of it, this wasn't the first time that people left Prosperity to do tests that Kim would forbid being done inside the walls.

If only he knew that someone was following behind him, silent as a shadow.

He soon reaches the house, stepping through one of the holes that was left in the building until he finds the remnants of what could have been a bedroom at one time, a dirty mattress sitting atop a large pile of dirt in the corner of the room. He dusts it off as best he can and sits down on it, taking a deep breath. He wasn't a young man anymore, but sneaking off to have fun in an abandoned house made him feel like a teenager all over again. It was a shame he didn't have a partner to sneak off with, but it would have to do.

Sharky lets his mind wander into more lustful thoughts, the things he wish he could have done to Rook. The things that Rook could have done to him. Imagining what they must have looked like under that dirty red flannel of theirs, how toned their legs must have been from all the running, how good their plump lips would have felt wrapped around him. His calloused hand rubs against his clothed member, groaning from the slight pressure it caused. As he unzipped his pants, he began wondering what they would have sounded like, as he took them from behind like a bitch in heat.

He releases his member from its fabric prison, stroking it gently as he tries to imagine the sounds of their moans, the look on their face as Sharky pounds into them with desperate need. It had been so long since he last had the chance to even think of his sexual desires, let alone release the tension they caused. Even the simple touch of his own hand was threatening to send him over the edge, but he tried his best to hold back and go slow, wishing to savor this private moment as he would not have another one for quite a while.

Right as he was getting into things however, he could hear footsteps from the other room of the abandoned house.

Quickly turning his attention to the doorway in front of him while frantically trying to pull his pants back up, he is surprised by the figure coming in. The stoic, nearly shadow like figure of Judge, seemingly staring into his very soul from behind their wooden mask. Sharky stands up to greet them, one hand holding up his pants and the other rubbing the back of his head. 

"Shit man, I didn't expect anyone else to come out here! We gotta put a bell on you or something, can't have you wandering around scaring everyone like that." Sharky tries to act casual and play it off, even if his face was a deep shade of red from embarrassment. Before he has time to say anything else, Judge sits down on the bed behind him and pulls him down so he's sitting in their lap. 

Sharky gets a confused look across his face, fearing for a moment that the ex peggie was about to go savage on him before he feels their gloved hand going down into his still unbuttoned pants and gently grasping his appendage. "Just, what- what is it you think you're doing there?" It wasn't like him to fumble over his words, but having the near demigod like being holding onto him like this would be enough to confuse anyone. 

Judge lets out a grunt, and seems to struggle to try and explain their actions to the man as they wrap their other arm around his waist to hold him in place. They pull Sharky's pants down more to give them more room to stroke his member, as Sharky remained confused and unsure what to do about this situation. "Helping, you," they barely manage to rasp out with their gravelly voice. This was the first time to his knowledge that anyone has heard Judge speak, aside from maybe the Father. Sharky was having a hard time wrapping his head around his current predicament, but with their gloved hand stroking his member, any resistance he had was slowly being clouded over.

As much as he might hate to admit it, this was starting to feel kind of nice. "Isn't that like, a sin or something?" He tries to crack a joke as he instinctively shifts his hips slightly, causing the masked figure to move their hand faster on his member. Sharky feels his breath get heavier as the pace increases, he holds onto Judge's thighs for support as he tries to silence any noises he could be making.  He could hear Judge's breath getting heavier as well, as if they were enjoying this situation. 

When Sharky opens his mouth to speak again, Judge increases their pace once more, stroking his member fast enough to make his brain melt. He tries his best to bite his lip to hide his pleasure, but moans finally escape his throat despite his best effort. Along with some expletives, he also says something that strikes a cord with his masked helper. 

"Fuck, Rook~!" At the saying of their name, however unknowingly, Sharky can hear his partner's breath hitch as Judge instinctively tightens their grip, causing the man to whine. Judge only hesitates for a second before using their other hand to clamp over Sharky's mouth and stroke his member at an inhuman pace, trying their best to get the pyromaniac to unravel beneath them. 

And unravel he does, as not long after he releases his seed onto the old mattress and their gloved hand. Judge hesitantly releases the man, as he sits there panting heavily and recovering from his orgasm. "Oh wow, I, never expected you to, do something like that. Why, did you do that exactly?"

As he turns to fully address his masked helper, Judge had already began to get up and leave the house before he could stop them, leaving Sharky to wonder. 

Just what was up with Judge?

(If this gets enough attention, I'll make a part 2 where Sharky finds out the truth of why Judge helped them~! )