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And here it is, our final night alive
As the earth burns to the ground
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He never would have thought anything like this would ever happen. Even after three decades of serving the filthy Westerosi government, after many deployments both to Essos and beyond the Wall, when he was sure all his boyish naivete was gone. Roose Bolton didn’t believe she would do it and sentence the entire country to death. Just a mere few minutes ago, Cersei Lannister went into full batshit crazy mode and decided to press the red button. Any soldier with a brain knew shit would hit the fan once her brother died. But nobody believed she would go all the way.
Until now.
Captain Bolton was standing in front of a large window stretched across the entire wall, safely hidden inside his office, overlooking what was soon to become a radioactive ruin, a cigarette in his right hand. Years ago, he made a promise to his first wife that he would stop smoking, but she was dead, and he would soon be as well. When the news of an incoming nuclear strike reached them, the entire unit deserted. Privates Domeric and Ramsay Snow were the first to run away; not that he was surprised. The brothers were like one man, inseparable, both equally fucked up and useless at the same time. They were good at capturing hostages and committing war crimes, but that was just about it. It has always been a mystery to Roose how those two maggots even made it to the special forces, let alone remained there for longer than a couple weeks without being ostracized by their peers and later kicked out by their seniors for not complying with the societal rules. The rest of the soldiers followed them, so the Snows probably weren’t as hated as Roose initially thought.
Besides him, there was only one person left.
Colonel Stark’s daughter was a strange bird. Roose’s known about her existence ever since he was just a young lad, because he and her father used to serve in the same unit. When he saw Ned Stark at a military committee meeting years later, both in their new commanding roles, Stark revealed that his daughter Sansa decided to join the armed forces as well, even though she was always interested in news reporting. Soon after, the recruiters decided to throw her into Roose’s pit of despair, the so-called prestigious quick response unit. Roose knew she was going to have a hard time fighting for her spot in the sunlight in a place full of horny, stupid, testosterone-driven young men, but she'd been keeping up exceptionally well. Since her dream of becoming a journalist was apparently still a thing, Roose decided to put her on the combat camera team. He never once heard her complain about her position, which was anything but enviable. She never called her father for help, to get her the fuck out of there.
Because of that, Roose wasn’t surprised when she was the one to show up in the doorframe.
“Sergeant Stark,” he greeted her with his usual calm demeanour, not a hint of panic present in his voice. Roose Bolton wasn’t afraid of dying; not even what followed. Or was he? Was he going to hell? Was there even any hell? Was the afterlife just an infinite pitch-black lair of nothingness? Roose usually wasn’t the one to resort to philosophy when he faced a near-death situation, but today, it stirred him in all the peculiar directions.
“Captain Bolton,” she replied, her tone scarily close to his own. Roose knew she wasn’t one of those who would cry in the face of death. Even though they were never close, since each of them was in a completely different stage of their military career, the word had gotten around that Sansa Stark was an unusually tough young woman. He barely remembered her work when they were deployed in Essos; it was an action footage. Roose never asked her about it as the conversation itself seemed too intimate for his liking, but it was obvious that she had to face some terrible dangers to get all her shots just right. Suddenly, Roose remembered the scandal that took place a few years ago. There was no wonder Sansa Stark emerged from fire and showed her resilient spirit when she survived a rape attempt by no other than Joffrey Baratheon.
“You returned,” he said without a hint of familiarity as he gestured towards the camera she clutched in her hands, perhaps a little too tightly.
“Obviously,” she replied. Roose chuckled. There was no place for officialities now. No salutes, no fake respect, no fear of getting the loose end of the stick on the next mission. There was just pure serenity, a lazy wait for the ultimate strike. Cersei probably wanted to save the northern military headquarters for the last minute. Roose had no sympathy for dramatics, therefore this postponement of the inevitable seemed rather unnecessary to him. He looked at Sansa.
But maybe – just maybe – he could see a positive side to it.
“What’s obvious about it?” He inquired. “All your fellow soldiers are gone,” Roose said softly as one of his eyebrows raised.
“I came to check on you.”
Roose didn’t utter a single word. Instead, he approached her and placed his hands over hers as he gently forced the camera out of her grasp. He certainly wasn’t worthy of her visit.
“Do you know how your brother died?”
Sansa’s eyes went wide as she remembered the horror of that experience. She was at home on that day, enjoying her well-deserved break. But then, her father dropped the news on her. The only thing she knew was that it happened on deployment. A terrible accident, they said. Robb’s team made sure they concealed everything and not even a hint of what actually happened has ever gotten to her ears. She looked Captain Bolton in the face – he was obviously about to tell her the truth and she didn’t feel ready to hear it. Why does it even matter, though, Sansa mused. We’ll all be dead soon. She closed her eyes for a brief second.
“No,” she whispered as her eyes shot back up and concentrated on his face. Sansa knew something terrible was about to happen, and the nuke was the least of her concerns. Roose set the camera on a table behind him, his gaze scanning her features. There was no need to sugarcoat it now; not that they had a future waiting for them. His head turned towards the window. There were bright white flashes on the horizon, far enough for them to stay safe for a little bit longer, close enough to know the end was near. His eyes fixed back on Sansa.
“At the time, our unit was stationed at the Hardhome Base beyond the Wall. You can imagine the situation was grim – there weren’t many of us left, we were starving, we were exhausted, and your brother asked us to fight for him one last time. He decided to send every single one of us to face the enemy, knowing well that we’d all die. I told him we should call for air support, but your brother was adamant. I knew the jets would reach us in time, so he left me no other choice.”
I shot him and that’s why the rest of us came back home in one piece, Sansa completed his speech silently in the calm of her mind, even though her heart was racing, and blood was rushing through her ears. Sansa’s always known Robb wasn’t a good commander; his sense of honour and bravery blinded him. She'd always wondered what the true reason behind her brother’s death was, and now that she knew who it was, surprisingly, she felt calmer. She felt no hatred or anger towards Captain Bolton – only a strange kind of relief. Sansa knew she wouldn’t be dying, wondering who caused the tragedy that shaped the course of her life once and for all. She looked at him again. Suddenly, the man in front of her wasn’t a faceless ghost that she used to see roaming the corridors of the base. Yes, he was her boss, but he was so far up in the hierarchy that she had barely any chances to even meet him face to face.
And what a man he was.
A traitor and a war hero at the same time. The most disgusting kind of a cowardly stain on the face of this planet. And, somehow, a very attractive one. He seemed indifferent about the kind of crime he committed, but Sansa, being Sansa, truly believed it was a terrible burden to live with. Do you feel bad? She wanted to ask him, but she couldn’t find the courage to. Captain Bolton seemed like a man who would show no remorse if circumstances asked for it; and based on what he told him, the situation was dire.
A part of her admired him. He was one of a kind, a terrible specimen of a man.
“Thank you for telling me,” she said, breaking off eye contact. A second later, she stepped right into his personal space and grabbed his face, kissing him deeply. She had no idea why she did it, but maybe it was the fear she kept so close to her heart. The fear of dying, the fear of missing out on… something. What, exactly? One last shitty sexual encounter with a random guy? Or the thrill of fucking someone she should hate with burning passion?
Nothing mattered anymore and Sansa decided to take full advantage of it.
“I hate you,” she uttered between kisses and moaned softly when he bit her lower lip in response.
Whichever part of her brain decided to do this, it was acting completely deranged. Never in her right mind would she actively try to have sex with someone so awfully immoral… and stupidly good at kissing. Sansa felt him smirk against her lips; he knew full well what was going on inside her head. Roose’s hand reached between them and started to unbutton her uniform. Before he unhooked the first button, he'd run out of patience and tore the piece open in a single movement. Sansa gasped, but she quickly picked herself back up and did the same with his blouse.
“Eager to die?” He whispered darkly against her ear as he placed his lips over her earlobe and began kissing down the curve of her neck. Another moan escaped her throat when he found the sensitive spot on her collarbone. She let him reach under her shirt and move her bra aside. As he covered her breasts with his hands, Sansa looked him in the eye and noticed a dark gleam that wasn’t there before. She caught the hem of her shirt, pulled it over her head, her gaze not even once leaving his face.
“You know, I get her. I’d do the same thing.” Sansa’s eyes darted towards the large window behind them and the glint in his eyes assured her that he understood the reference. Roose wasn’t emotional like that – after all, he wasn’t a woman – he wouldn’t nuke the entire continent just because someone close to him was dead. He’d probably kill the culprit himself, slowly, in the most painful way known to a human. He’d enjoy every second of it, just as he enjoyed Sansa’s hateful passion that was now directed towards him.
Suddenly, his back hit the glass and the redhead demon was now kneeling in front of him, pulling his pants down.
She was glaring daggers at him, something which Roose thoroughly enjoyed. Before she could take his cock in her mouth, his fingers roughly grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. Her eyebrows furrowed in another angry grimace. She was far too beautiful to ruin her looks like that, but there was something purely animalistic in the way she claimed what was hers. He was the one who brought the ultimate disaster to her family; it was in her every right to use him however she liked. Looking into her eyes, Roose’s fingers left her chin. He grabbed a fistful of her hair.
“Suck my dick like your life depends on it. It quite literally does.” Another smirk appeared on his lips, but then, she slid her tongue across his shaft, all the way from the bottom to the very tip. He could feel a shiver run down his spine as the tip of her tongue played with the head, gently swirling the precum around.
“Sansa,” he moaned and pulled her head closer towards his crotch, speeding up the motion. He knew he’d reach his peak way too soon. He forced her to stop with a silent, but decisive “tsk tsk tsk” sound. She instantly rose to her feet and grabbed his face again, forcing her tongue down his throat in another set of heated kisses. Roose quickly unclasped her bra. This time, it was Sansa who forced him to pull on the brakes.
“Play with my tits. It’s the last pair you’ll ever see,” she commanded, and he happily obliged. Without any warning, he picked her up by her waist and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He sat her on the desk that once belonged to him and started to plant passionate kisses all over her chest. His hands grabbed, pinched, and assisted his lips and tongue in the sweet torture that she decided to call upon herself. He sucked on her nipples until they were both glistening with his saliva, slightly reddish and swollen. Once he replaced his tongue with his thumbs and started to gently rub her nipples with them, she started to writhe under his touch. The light touches sent jolts of pleasure straight between her legs where she was already soaking wet.
“Please, Roose,” she whimpered when the pleasure started to become unbearable. But he didn’t stop – his lips returned to her chest, sucking on the milky white flesh on the underside of her breasts, while the tips of his thumbs still swirled around her nipples. “Fuck me until my last breath,” she pleaded. The last sentence made him look up at her flustered face. He released her nipple from his mouth and straightened his back to reach her face. The kiss was surprisingly gentle for someone who had killed her family member and didn’t feel bad about it to this day. He could feel her melt into it – she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her.
The deep rumble of another bomb landing somewhere near them momentarily took him out of the lustful haze.
“Very well, we need to hurry up. If we’re unlucky enough, we might be dead in a few seconds,” he said and quickly undressed, and Sansa followed by unbuttoning her pants. He discarded all their clothing on the ground, momentarily freezing mid-air when he finally saw her in all her glory. He couldn’t believe he didn’t try to seduce that goddess of a woman way before this day. Luckily, Ned Stark was also dead. Otherwise, he’d cut his head off if he knew what he planned to do to his sweet little daughter. Roose wasn’t a father, but he imagined it must have caused terrible pain to any man who realized that another man was about to claim the seed of his love. The protectiveness some men felt over their daughters was almost perverse – as if she belonged to only him. That’s where Ned would be wrong, though. Tonight, Sansa belonged to Roose Bolton only.
“Are you sure you’ll last longer than that?” she teased him, and he cocked an eyebrow at her in a silent warning. She was right – fucking a gorgeous twenty-something surely entered a dangerous territory, but Roose was no one if not a man of a risk. It seemed as if her words moved something inside him – and on the outside as well – because he grabbed her hips with so much force it made her gasp for air. He teased her pussy with the tip of his cock, lazily sliding it up and down her folds until the wetness that oozed out of her made it slick. And when he finally pushed his cock inside her, it made them moan in unison.
There was something cathartic about all of this. Engaging in an activity that had the potential to create a new life in the midst of a nuclear apocalypse was the ultimate oxymoron.
Sansa felt completely content and somehow happy. His cock kept hitting all the right spots and she didn’t hold back. Her loud moans echoed through Roose’s ears, her nails dug into his shoulders. She slid one of her hands across his arm and halted on his forearms, running the tips of her fingers through the fine hairs that covered it. Her other arm was wrapped around his neck, forcing his lips to crash against hers over and over again. And when tears started to stream down her cheeks, she wasn’t sure whether it was pleasure, fear, grief, or a mixture of all those feelings.
For a second, she forced her eyes to open and she was immediately blinded by a huge white flash.
“Roose!” she screamed into his ear, clinging to him, knowing that it was all about to come to an end. Suddenly, his movements stopped, and he wrapped his arms around her, his cock still stiff and heavy inside. He could feel her press her face into his neck, her tears mixing up with his sweat. And he held her tightly as he looked outside of the window, watching the mushroom cloud in all its terrifying glory, waiting for the unrelenting force to swallow them both.
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We creep up on extinction
I pull your arms right in