Chapter Text
You sat in that barstool, up in the penthouse suite of the Tops Casino and Hotel, the charming actor of a man in front of you having had his mask slip for the second time around you this night.
“Baby, ain't no way you're offering up the key to the house. There's gotta be a catch.” He looked around, as if he was expecting someone to jump out and yell “gotcha” before popping one in his head.
You poured a small amount of whiskey into the glass in front of you, helping yourself to a serving before taking a small sip, Benny still aghast at your audacity and proposition.
“Hm, I've never been much of a leader, but House? I don't trust him.” You clicked your teeth, feeling the heat of the whiskey spread through your chest. It went down surprisingly smooth, although you suppose Benny had promised the best, despite the peeling wallpaper saying otherwise.
“I want him out of the picture, and while the NCR seems like an okay second option, I don't think they're what Vegas needs.” You pursed your lips, before pointing at Benny.
His brows were furrowed, lost in thought.
“I don't think you realize what you're offering here, you're saying you will take out House for me and just give me all the power? What do you gain from that?” While it was a valid question, it mildly irritated you. You rolled your eyes and took another sip.
“.. Like I said, I want House gone. I don't trust a man with zero checks and balances. I want Freeside mostly left alone, the Kings and the Followers are good people. I don't know if that would happen if the NCR took over. With you? I have good reason to believe it will.” You explained.
Benny raised a brow.
“What makes you think so, doll?” He looked you over, as if reconsidering your character. “Something must have gone seriously wrong in that head of yours when I shot you,” he said, a small grin on his face. Suddenly the obstacle that was House seemed to have a solution walking right into his hands.
You shrugged in response.
“You respect the strip's hierarchy, as long as you're on top, it seems.” You held out your arms, referring visibly to the Tops and to the man himself.
He leaned back, seemingly pondering. It seemed almost theatrical; practiced. Like almost everything the man did.
“And what about you? When you're done, what are you gonna do?” He asked. You smiled at him, not needing to think about it.
“I'm going to help the Wasteland; like I have been. Freeside needs help, and they're not the only ones.” Benny stared at you blankly, a slight expression of disbelief.
“You have the power of the Mojave in your hand and you want to keep helping on the small scale level? Baby, that might just be the stupidest thing I've ever heard.” He clapped his hands with a sense of finality. “But! I'm on the receiving end of that power, so I can't say I'm complaining. When do we start?” He leaned his chin on the top of his now-closed fist, leaning off of the counter top.
You grin in response, giving him a quick wink.
“You'll have to trust me a little. I need the chip to enter House's bunker.”
Benny immediately shook his head.
“No can do, baby. Chip stays with me.”
“Suit yourself, it just makes this harder on both of us. You feel like infiltrating the Lucky 38 with me?”
“What?”
“I'm pretty sure to get to House, we have to use the platinum chip. I have a feeling there'll be a door similar to the one under Fortification Hill.”
“How do you know all of these things?”
“I found Yes-man in your suite.”
“YOU FOUND YES-MAN IN MY-” His voice was only slightly raised, but clearly alarmed. He paused, closed his eyes and took a breath. Rebuilt himself. “How did you know about my suite? Was it Swank?” He asked, now more composed. He took a swig of alcohol from his glass.
“No, I just stole the keys off of you when you weren't looking. Sorry.” You shrugged. “I had to do some research before committing to this. I'm putting a lot of power in your hands, Benny.” You unbuttoned the top few buttons of the shirt you were wearing, the alcohol heating you up slightly.
The room was warm; still insulating a little bit of heat from the Mojave desert sun that had baked down onto the Tops throughout the day.
Benny face-palmed, probably losing his mind at his own carelessness. He didn't seem to be mad at you, though, maybe because you were offering him the golden key to the Strip.
When he'd pulled back his hands, his eyes couldn't help but wander across the newly exposed skin, even if just a little.
He leaned his head on his hand. “You're pretty cute, you know baby?” He said, changing the topic. A little bit of heat rose to your cheeks at the unexpected compliment.
“Thank you. You're quite.. charming yourself.” You ran your eyes up and down. A quick motion, but very noticeable if you were watching.
Benny was watching.
He gave his bottom lip a small lick, smirking at you. Relaxed, but still coy.
“You know..” He leaned closer and placed a hand on your thigh. You froze, not uncomfortable with the touch, but unfamiliar. The Wasteland didn't have a lot of options, and you weren't interested in prostitutes. “You're being so kind as to hand me House's throne..” His hand slid just an inch higher. He had leaned closer to your ear, his voice a low whisper now. You could smell his breath as he spoke, bourbon mixing with the lingering scent of cigarettes hanging off of his jacket.
“Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you in return, hm?” you shivered, trying not to gulp audibly like a swooning kid. Your hand found his on your thigh, slowing it.
“Hey, hey, hey, woah–” your face was flushed. Benny stopped, his smirk faltering.
“I'm- I'm very flattered, but–” You sigh, running a nervous hand through your hair.
“It's just– I've never even-” the words wouldn't come out, but the idea seemed to click in Benny's head as his smirk returned, growing ever so slightly. He pulled back, looking at you with raised eyebrows.
“Baby, you've never gotten laid?” Disbelief laced Benny's voice when he spoke. He was back to watching you, his head leaning on a closed fist once again, although the invitation was clearly still there, considering the chub he was sporting and making no evidence to hide, his legs spread generously.
You shook your head, looking away while biting at your lip. You had originally been the one in control, how had Benny managed to take that back?
He looked at you hard for a few seconds. “You know, the offer still stands. I'd give you one hell of a first time.” He said, throwing you a quick, charming wink before returning to his half-finished glass of bourbon.
You crossed your arms, feeling vulnerable out of a sense of want. You had come here to make a plan to take down Mr. House, not to sleep with the man that shot you. The offer was tempting, though.
“I have to be honest about something first,” you muttered, a little anxious. Benny froze, just slightly, his attention fully on you. “I have.. different parts than you might expect?” He lifted a brow.
“What, are you a cyborg from the waist down? It would explain a lot-”
“I'm trans.” You said, face red, vulnerable and flustered to hell and back. “I was born a girl, but I'm.. I'm man. That's all. I just.. have a pussy.” You rubbed your arm. This felt more awkward for you than it probably did for Benny.
This was confirmed when he let out a small snort.
“Baby, I couldn't care less what you got between your legs.” He leaned forward, closing the distance between your faces till you were a few inches apart.
“I'm sure we could figure it out.” His hand found your thigh again, and you couldn't contain yourself at this point. That had been all the confirmation you needed before you crashed your lips into his. It took about half a second for Benny to catch up, but when he did it was rough. Messy. Full of promises and power.
Your hand found its way up towards his head, fingers curling into his greased hair, his hand finding your lower back as he pulled you out of the barstool, dragging you towards the bedroom. He pulled apart, panting, face reddened and eyes lidded.
“Relax, baby, let's make this right. Take it a little slower.” he almost purred out. He ran a hand down your arm, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. He pulled you closer again, a small smirk on his lips. You gasped when you got close, feeling his hardon press against you. The heat of the alcohol mixed with the warmth of the other man pressed into you, and it made your head swim.
“If I didn't know any better, I might start thinking that it turns you on that you're my first,” you sighed out.
He looked at your lips hungrily, his smirk broadening. Charming. Dangerous.
“And if I said it did?” He reached out and opened the door to the suite's bedroom, wasting no time in pulling you in. You shuddered. He was turning you into a soft putty within minutes.
You had no response. He had you wrapped around his fingertip, the way he had you falling after him. That dumb checkered suit HAD to come off. Now.
You reached for him as he flipped the two of you, pushing you to the bed and onto your back. He glanced up at you as he pushed off the duster you were wearing.
“Make sure to tell me if you're uncomfortable, yeah, doll?” You bit your lip and nodded, helping him shrug off the duster. You immediately went for his suit jacket buttons, eagerly undoing them. He let out a small chuckle.
“Excited, aren't we?” He had a grin on his face.
“God, I've wanted you since I first saw you again here at the Tops. Must've really messed me up back in Goodsprings.” You had a joking tone to your words as you pushed off his jacket and pulled him in by his tie, kissing him deeply. Your core was heated, and you could feel your underwear getting soaked through.
He let out a breathless laugh, groaning as he couldn't help but grind his hips against you. You moaned back, and started unbuttoning your pants.
“Please, Benny,” you whimpered out, bucking your hips. He growled.
“I'm going to treat you so good, baby, relax” He said, pushing off the bed. You shakily kept undoing your pants, shimmying them down as you watched him. He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest, then his stomach, before pushing it off of his shoulders. A faint layer of dark hair covered his chest, his body well built. A fine layer of pudge covered his stomach, more pampered than most of the Mojave, although you could still see some muscles in his arms. He was gorgeous.
You could feel yourself quiver, your slit already causing a wet stain on your boxers. Benny gazed across your body, still with that dumb smirk on his face that drove you crazy. He unbuttoned his pants, pushing off his shoes before he stripped down, taking his boxers with him. He took a second to stand up straight, letting you admire his naked form. His cock stood proudly at attention. He was girthy, a slight curve to it. It drove you mad.
Your eyes locked for a second, your lips parted and panting in need, his bottom lip catching seductively between his teeth as he admired you.
“Baby, (Y/N), you’re a treat.” He brought a hand down, gently rubbing you over your boxers, the pressure to your clit making you gasp. He sighed with wonder. “And already soaked for me.” You yelped as he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, your ass jutting off of it. His hands found the edge of your boxers as he crouched down, looking up towards you.
“This okay?” He asked. You nodded.
“I’m yours,” you said plainly. And it was true. Benny’s to use, Benny’s to take advantage of. Inexperienced and in unfamiliar territory, you let him take control.
He let out a small moan at that, his eyes clouded with lust. He pulled down your boxers, exposing your warmth to the cooler air. The sensation made you gasp, the mix of the temperature and the sudden exposure. At least this felt more even, considering Benny was practically naked.
You made eye contact with him as he leaned in, kissing his way up your thigh. Each kiss sent sparks through your body, nervous, lustful anticipation building in your stomach.
Finally, your head fell back with a drawn-out moan as his tongue finally made contact with your clit, the flat of his tongue dragging a long, slow pattern up. His lips closed around it, gently circling it with the tip of his tongue.
It drove you crazy. You never knew how good this could feel. You had touched yourself before, sure, but they were usually quick moments meant as stress relief. This was slow, calculated, meant to bring you closer and closer to the edge, but never meant to release. You keened lightly at the sensation.
“Such a talented tongue,” you gasped out, your face flushed and your thighs tightening around his head. Your hand found his hair once more, lightly gripping it. You weren’t sure if you wanted to pull him closer to get to that release, or if you wanted to push him away because it was just so much stimulation.
As you buried him in-between your thighs, he moaned. He was grabbing your thighs, looping his arms underneath and around, grasping them tightly, maybe to prevent himself from being choked to death in your hold.
As your voice started growing in pitch signifying your release, he stopped and pulled back, making you whine. Looking at him, though, stopped you in your tracks. His hair was a mess, he was panting, his chin covered in your slick, face red from a mix of arousal and lack of oxygen.
And then there were those eyes; full of emotions. Lust. Want. Need. Something else hidden underneath layers of sex. The weight of the upcoming day is long gone from your minds, but the promises still lay bare, an invisible thread growing between the two of you.
“Can I fuck you?” He asked hungrily. Gentle, but still in control. You were certain that if you’d asked him to stop, he would, but the strength and want in his voice left you a mess.
“Please-” you begged. You could feel the slick on your thighs, your face burning, and your chest heaving. You shifted back onto the bed, pulling up your legs, exposing yourself obscenely. You couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed, having never been so vulnerable with anyone before. Never having shown off like this. It was different.
However, it seemed to have the desired effect on Benny, a low growl coming from his throat.
“God, baby, you’re a prize.” A strong hand landed on your thigh, grounding you a little. He settled over you, spreading his knees and giving a faint moan as he lined himself up with you. You clenched your eyes shut at the feeling of his head against your hole, waiting for entry. You could feel him rubbing the head against your entrance, slicking himself up in preparation, teasing you in the process. “So beautiful for me, so damn ready.” He whispered, slowly pushing his way in.
He watched your face as he went in, your expression twisting. Pleasure. A little pain, maybe, but you were ready enough for him and you both knew it. Inch by inch, he pressed himself to the hilt. He let out a shuddering groan, holding himself there for a few seconds before moving his hips. The friction made you let out a shaky moan.
“You feel incredible, baby. So good for me, taking me so well,” he gasped out between deep, slow thrusts. You had never expected being filled to feel like this, so full, constantly rubbing his head against that sensitive spot. He filled you so perfectly, stroking your walls so close.
“Benny, God, you drive me insane,” you gasped out. You could hear your slick as he thrust in, slow, deliberate, slowly unwinding you by each move.
Your hands traveled across his arms, feeling the muscles throughout, tracing the veins, memorizing each part of his stunning body as he fucked you into the bed. His biceps flexed as he moved, and you noticed that your legs had wrapped around his waist.
Intimate intertwining of bodies, flesh, and fluids drove you crazy, as he kept slowly fucking into your pussy. His eyes opened, a drop of sweat dripping from a strand of hair. He leaned down, pushed down your shirt collar with his chin, and sucked a spot below your collarbone.
“Please,” he’d mutter in between licks and suckles. “I want you to feel good, baby,”
The overwhelming stimulation got you gasping, and you felt that coil of heat building in your stomach. “Fuck, I’m so close, I’m-” You moaned out. He kept going, sucking at your skin and quickening his pace.
“I’m gonna-!” You let out a loud keen, arching your back into him. Your head swam with electricity, your stomach muscles tightened, and you felt yourself clench around Benny.
Benny finally let go of your skin, a dark patch now forming, a sort of claim to you. He moaned loudly as he felt you around him, jutting his hips desperately before pulling out, jerking himself to completion. He finished over you, covering your shirt in splatters of cum. You couldn’t really care, though, as you collapsed back, your head hitting the bed. You were panting, your pussy feeling empty now.
Slick covered your thighs, but you didn’t care. Benny collapsed next to you, holding out his arms.
“Come ‘ere, baby,” he sighed out. You couldn’t help but oblige; curling around his side, relaxing your head on his shoulder, panting gently across his chest.
A comfortable silence settled between the two of you, a new, weird dynamic settling between you that neither had ever expected before.
For (Y/N), you knew you had appeared a string of fate between you.
For Benny, an odd feeling curled in his chest, grasping at his heart and tugging at its strings.
The promise of power distorting his mind and perspective, in addition to something, someone, so powerful being so vulnerable in his grip. The courier who worked his way through the Mojave, the man who fought insurmountable odds after taking a gunshot wound to the temple, the first person to enter the Lucky 38 in decades, the one offering up the throne to him, melted like butter in his hands.
It was a power-trip for sure, but it also made his heart tender in a way he hadn’t expected. Never had anyone so blindly believed in him, especially after what he’d done.
And here you came waltzing in, offering him the key to the top, and he wasn’t sure if he could believe it.
But as he fell asleep, expecting to run off in the morning to fortification hill, he woke up to a note:
“Be right back, taking out House.
Wait for me.”
As if you knew.
So he did. He waited for you.
Waited for his future as the king of the Strip, and maybe, just maybe, you would be by his side.