Chapter 6

Well, that was interesting.

First Preston pointed him toward a greenhouse run by robots ... ok. Cleaned up their water problem, that was a lot of almost getting killed. Juan wasn’t sure how Dogmeat didn’t become crab food in there ... one tough dog.

Then responding to the distress signal, walking into a zombie movie, not something to repeat outside of power armor for sure. Some kind of paramilitary unit, certainly organized like one. Their protocols and procedures were well developed, definitely an established organization, not a raider band.

Assisting the one called Danse retrieve the component from the abandoned aerospace lab ... synths! Fucking hell ... humanoid robots out to kill anyone they meet. All of them with advanced weapons, thank God that they are a little on the under-powered design. That is probably good enough for them to deal with the bandits and fauna though. Besides, the modded laser rifle from Danse was a solid weapon, could do with a little more tweaking, but it had a serious punch to it.

Juan was not sure about the organization that Danse said he was from, but at least Danse gave him a choice to join or not and was willing to talk. The synths just opened fire. Danse’s two companions didn’t say too much, but Juan could tell the guy Rhys was the same type as Danse ... army. The woman though, she definitely seemed more like a specialist technician.

Juan had almost laughed out loud when Rhys started going on about him being a wanderer, not understanding their little saying. Juan had been tempted to fire off the motto from his time in specops, but he understood the advantage of being underestimated so he kept that little piece of information to himself.

Juan had noticed an odd ... feeling ... from Rhys when Rhys spoke to Danse. There was definitely something there, maybe Rhys just admired Danse, but it felt like there was something more. Haylen was more than cute enough. Juan admitted to himself that he wouldn’t mind either bending Rhys over a desk and straightening his attitude, or finding a dark corner to take Haylen off to and see how she looks out of that uniform.

Okay, he had agreed to do some work for them, to prove himself. Juan wasn’t actually too concerned about the request from Rhys, that one was pretty straight forward. A simple sweep and clean of all targets in the area. God knows Juan had to do that many times in his military times, though the Chinese military or militia he usually had to deal with would likely be a lot tougher than a bunch of brain damaged zombies.

Juan figured to check in with Preston, give him an update on the greenhouse robots (nice of them to agree to work with the Minutemen). Juan also figured Preston would be able to give him some more information on who these Brotherhood people are. So, back to Sanctuary to resupply and regroup.

Finding Preston was easy, he was patrolling the perimeter of the settlement. There were a few new faces now, but they had mainly been incorporated into the scavenging and harvesting. Juan certainly felt better with the ad hoc turret towers that they had managed to put together. He would never have imagined those being part of the landscape of his community when he first moved here. He was happy to see them now.

Preston did not have much to say about the Brotherhood. He had heard of them, but never seen one. Preston knew that they were a force to be reckoned with and was not too happy to hear about a unit of them in the Commonwealth. He cautioned Juan to be careful in dealing with them. They aren’t necessarily bad, but they do have their own reasons for doing things.

Juan did not share that the leader had asked him to consider joining the Brotherhood. Based on the three members he had met, they seemed more like a reserve unit than professional soldiers. They knew their procedures, and obviously have experience, but something seemed missing.

Either way, that could be for later. Mama Murphy had requested he keep his eyes open for something called Jet, he had forgotten about it originally, but had found a stash a little while ago, so while back in Sanctuary, he had given it to her and she had refined her original ‘vision’, and told him there is someone in Diamond City that can help him find Shaun.

Well, he had to go by there anyway, so he would stop in and give Paladin Danse an answer.

The bodies of the dead raiders scattered around the square, looked undisturbed. Juan had already gone over them to salvage any ammo or useful gear. Most of the armor was crap, but a good amount of 10mm and 5.56 were recovered. The handful of grenades was a nice bonus as well.

One thing he was grateful for was the growing number of stimpacks he was accumulating. He was not sure where they were coming from, but he could tell that all the ones he had found were recycled injectors, so someone was reusing them to turn them out.

Coming up on the police station, Juan noticed the top of Haylen’s head just poking up over the edge of the roof, she was likely working on the transmitter they had installed. Juan wasn’t sure what to make about that. They had not said anything, but no one builds a radio unless they are trying to speak with someone. There are more Brotherhood within in the range of that radio.

Juan stepped into the police station, making sure the door latched closed behind him. With the ghouls wandering around, they didn’t seem to open doors, but they would wander through an open one if they came across one.

Once inside, Juan stepped out of the t45 power armor he had recovered from the museum. He had found one more set on a railcar between Concorde and Lexington, but it was missing some pieces. Juan had managed to get into the cage it was in and scavenge the various sections. There were stored in Sanctuary against the ones he has being destroyed.

It was quiet in the entry way to the station. No sign of Danse or Rhys. Juan was about to call out, when he noticed the armor that Danse usually wears was parked just inside the room open from the leftside doorway. That means he has to be around here somewhere.

Juan had been standing still long enough for his ears to get more sensitive to the sounds inside the station, and now he was becoming aware of the sound of ... grunting? It was coming from the direction of the cells in the back of the station.

He made his way past Danse’s armor, headed toward the cells. As he got closer, the sounds were becoming more distinct. Juan was trying to step lightly as he approached the holding cells. Peeking around the doorframe, he immediately knew he didn’t need to be too careful as it looked like neither Danse nor Rhys were likely to notice someone walking around.

It looked like the Brotherhood team had been busy cleaning up the station, and the 3 holding cells had been cleaned up with bunks setup. In the middle cell, Danse had Rhys bent over, Rhys’ hands braced against the far wall as Danse was pounding his cock up into Rhys ass. From the doorway, Juan could see a slight sheen of sweat on Danse, showing this had been going on for a little while now.

Now that he was this close, Juan could hear the small moans and gasps coming from Rhys. He was definitely loving it. Juan enjoyed the view of Danse’s muscular ass clenching with each thrust, Juan could only imagine how tight it would be. At least he knew now that Danse was open to fucking a guy, maybe he was up to be the receiver too.

Danse’s body was amazing. The sweat glistening on his skin showed off the muscle tone and slabs along his back and legs. They had obviously been fucking for a little while now. It was amazing that Danse’s skin was unblemished at all, at least the parts that Juan could see. Juan was expecting that someone in this time that fought as much as Danse must have, would have accumulated a few injuries and scars by now.

But Danse’s naked body was almost perfect. Very masculine, with well defined and heavy muscles along the back and ass. Just seeing it clench with each thrust Danse made, was enough to start filling Juan’s cock. He could almost imagine how tight it would feel.

Juan left them to their fun, the sounds of their fucking growing fainter as he headed for the roof, time to see what Haylen was doing up there. Juan suspected that Haylen had an idea that this was happening and found a reason to be somewhere else.

Exiting onto the roof, Juan found scribe Haylen working on the communications tower. She had a tester out and had the main access panel open, checking something with the circuits. He walked over to her, not trying to be particularly quiet. It had been a while since Juan had gotten off last, so his eyes were definitely fixed on watching her ass as he approached.

Haylen must have heard him coming, she looked back and saw him approaching. She pulled the leads from the circuit board and shut down the tool. She turned to face Juan as she slipped the tool into one of her many pockets.

“Hey there, Paladin Danse said you might be coming by.” Haylen said.

“Hello ... scribe Haylen, right?” Juan knew her name, but thought this approach might reassure her. If he was right about the reason she is up on the roof, she is probably a little tense.

“I noticed you on the roof as I was approaching the building ... uh ... decided to see what you were doing.” Juan said.

“Did you speak with Paladin Danse already?” Haylen asked. Her eyes had darted to the door briefly.

“Uh ... no ... uh, he seemed to be a little busy when I passed through downstairs.” Juan had a slight smile while speaking.

“I didn’t want to interrupt their fun, so I figured I would speak with you first. I assume that is one of the reasons you choose to be up here now?”

“Ah ... yes ... ah, I thought it would be good to give them some privacy.” Haylen was blushing as she spoke.

Juan just looked at her for a few long seconds. Haylen couldn’t help but look away, her blush intensifying.

“This was a surprise to you, wasn’t it?” Juan finally asked.

Haylen looked up into his eyes briefly before quickly looking away again.

“Well ... it’s fine if that is what they want ... it is just...” her voice faded away.

“Just what?” Juan prompted gently.

“I am a little surprised, but not how you might think.” Haylen took a deep breath before continuing. “Paladin Danse has always been a good leader and cares about the squad. He always made a point of maintaining a ... a distance, between us previously. Not being unfriendly, but just not joining in when we would be relaxing in down time. This is ... a bit different, not what I was expecting.”

“So he never showed any interest in Rhys previously?” Juan wanted to keep the conversation running. They were standing in a spot on the roof sheltered from the wind, so his pheromones should be building up nicely. At this point, talking about what he had seen downstairs, his needs were growing fast.

“No, not in anyone in the squad” Haylen answered quickly. “I had no idea that he was into guys.”

Juan shuffled a step closer to the scribe, leaning in trying to appear sympathetic.

“I don’t know the Paladin as well as you do, but I can tell you that he is not just interested in guys.” Juan assured her.

Haylen gave him a quick look, the interest very obvious.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

Juan continued to lean close to her, she was either too distracted by the conversation or the hormones were already starting to affect her, but she showed no sign of wanting to move away.

“You really didn’t notice? During the briefing before we went off to the ArcJet Systems building, I could see him when he spoke to you. You are a very attractive woman, and I could tell that he was aware of that.” Juan stated.

Haylen looked partly doubtful and partly pleased. Juan could just make out that there was a slight sign of sweat along her brow, a definite sign that his pheromones were affecting her.

“I can only imagine how stressful this mission has been for your team. You especially if I have to pick someone.” Juan continued.

“Oh ... um ... why would you say esp ... especially me?” Haylen gave him a questioning look.

The delay and slight stutter was not lost on Juan.

“Well, it seems to me that you have to double as the team medic, so you are more likely to have to deal with your teammates being hurt, and when it happens, trying to save them when they die. So I can see it being a bit harder on you. What do you do to help deal with this stress normally? If anyone on your team is in need of relief, I expect it is you.” Juan spoke softly, keeping his eyes locked to hers all the while.

He watched as Haylen leaned toward him slightly, her tongue making a brief appearance to run across her lips quickly. She didn’t look like she knew how to reply. Her eyes were slightly glassy, flickering between his eyes and his lips. She was ready.

Juan leaned toward Haylen. Putting his hands on her hips to pull her toward him. He quickly dropped his head and brought her into a deep kiss. Her hands came up, coming to a stop on his biceps, just resting there briefly. It was only a few seconds before she swiftly reached up with both to grasp the sides of his head and pull him into the kiss.

Juan had his hands searching for the release catches, or zipper for her outfit. He was able to make quick work of the enclosures, and was sliding the heavy outer covering off her shoulders very quickly. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the head covering off too. Juan was not completely surprised to see she kept her hair very short under that hat.

Haylen did not seem to care where her clothes ended up and was focusing on the kiss with a hungry obsession. Juan was getting the impression that scribe Haylen may have depths of passion that her friendly demeanor hid from the world at large.

She had eagerly opened her lips to allow entrance of his tongue for an enthusiastic duel. She had done this before, immediately seizing upon his tongue to suck on it and play with it using hers. Haylen broke the kiss to slide her lips along his jawline, moving to his neck where she immediately started nibbling and kissing.

Her hands were moving, making a concerted effort to remove his blouse. While walking around in the power armor, Juan had stopped wearing any other armor and had gotten into the habit of wearing some of the army fatigues he had been coming across. This meant that Haylen had no problems quickly undoing the buttons on the front of his shirt and dragging it down off his shoulders. She dropped it to the floor, joining the growing pile.