Fallout: Fury Blood

Chapter 80: Wang Dang Atomic Tango

*WARNING*
Explicit sexual content, very unsafe for work. It's consensual, but kinda heavy with the BDSM, and if that triggers you, you've been warned. This is the raunchiest thing I've ever written on this side of the light and dark spectrum of sex, so if you're not a sexual unicorn being, it might be a little shocking. If you are, it might even be tame. I'm sorry and you're welcome.

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"Harper."

Kelly shunned Maxson as she crossed the length of his cabin to the hatch, a cold determination driving her by the veins.

"Harper, stop!"

He couldn't stop her. She wheeled open the hatch with a forceful twist, tugging it toward her only to have it slammed shut again by the dragooning force behind her. Kelly spun before he could put his hands on her, kissing his throat with the teeth of her blade. He drew a sharp breath through his teeth and bore his glare into her.

"Don't try to stop me," she hissed.

"You're being impulsive and not thinking clearly. The only thing you will achieve by going on a wild goose chase is death."

"But an honorable death. Don't you Brotherhood fucks dream of the glorious death in battle? If that's what I have to do to atone, then let me have mine."

"I won't allow you to throw your life away."

"It's not your decision to make."

She tried the hatch again with her free hand, but Maxson's palms pressed at it on either side of her, testing the commitment of her threat. Blood was drawn with the snick of his skin, gilding the edge of her blade in a vibrant red, and a moment of panic blazed through her. How potent was the poison on the blade still?

Maxson didn't care. His blood now risked, he leaned further into her blade to force her into a press against the steel. "You don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do," Kelly declared against his oppressive closeness, fighting the heat that rolled off him and endangered her cold focus. He was using her temptress tactics against her, twisting her around him like he always did. She reaffirmed her blade and pushed him back an inch, slicing in deeper on his flesh. The sound grated on the air between them. "You had your chance to stop this from happening, but you've given me no other choice."

A customary wrath responded to her words. But then his gaze hazed over with a deepness Kelly had never known was in there. It eclipsed her like his shadow as he pushed into her blade again and drew nearer, more of his blood sacrificed. "You always have a choice," his voice intoned on the air she breathed.

The words were enigmatic in their meaning, dripping from the lips so near to hers with a suggestive poison like that on her blade. Did he mean Danse? Did he know about her and Danse staying together after his exile? Was he insinuating that she choose him over Danse, that going out there was death with Danse, staying here with him was to survive?

Danse was at the forefront of her mind even as Maxson pushed her blade back further and further until it was flush between both of their throats. The smell of his leather, himself, distinctly different from Danse but no less alluring, filling her nose. Her eyes were glued on his pale blues, unable to snap free, just like the body that shivered against his and found itself glued to the steel he trapped her between.

Kelly grappled for threads of her sanity, but those threads were frayed, it was as if her mind was twisting in on itself, skinning itself alive as the hairs on her skull tingled and strained in all directions. Nate was in there somewhere, screaming at her, strangling her with the umbilical cord of her miscarried mind.