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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Mad_Max_Series_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Nux/Slit, Nux/Slit_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Nux, Slit_-_Character, Immortan_Joe, Rictus_Erectus, Max_Rockatansky,
      Imperator_Furiosa, The_Dag, Toast_the_Knowing, Capable, Cheedo_the
      Fragile, The_Splendid_Angharad, The_Ace, Corpus_Colossus, Morsov, The
      Coma-Doof_Warrior, Others_to_be_added_-_Character, OC:_Wielz
  Additional Tags:
      AU_-_Canon_Divergence, Headcanons_Employed, Pre-Canon, Post-Canon, AU_-
      Modern_AU, Kissing, Wrestling, Inappropriate_name-calling, War_Boy
      Affection, Yaoi, Gay, Slash, cursing, Established_Relationship, AU_-
      Gangster_AU, Pre-Slash, AU_-_Daddy!Max_AU, slight_gore, Fluff
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-16 Updated: 2016-05-05 Chapters: 13/100 Words: 6972
****** Kisses Mean Heartbreak ******
by Soul4Sale
Summary
     A '100 Ways To Say I Love You' prompted collection of one-shots/
     drabbles for Nux/Slit. Some may be connected, some may not be. Rating
     is just to be safe.
Notes
     “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile.”; There was no way that Slit’s
     inability to drive could get them any more lost, right?
     I couldn’t just let these prompts go. xD I have no idea how often
     these will get uploaded, but I can’t stop paying $3 to go see Fury
     Road at the Palace Theater. I’ve seen it four times in 8 days… And I
     saw it again tonight. So, I’m going to write some precious, murderous
     boyfriends. Because I can’t get over them. xD I’m operating under the
     idea that they made it out alive… But for this particular piece, it’s
     pre-canon. Check the tags for each chapter, or as I update them.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** If You Can't Drive Stick, You Can't Do War *****
They had been driving for far too long. Having been sent on a little scrap-run,
they shouldn’t have had to drive most of the day away, well into the night. Of
course, when Nux and Slit put their minds to something, they hardly did it by
half-measures. In fact, they poured all of themselves into the mission, no
matter what it was; they had managed to snag and entire vehicle that had been
abandoned, along with quite a few other pieces that the other revheads were
going to go insane over. Bits and bobbles fit around and on the Lancer’s perch,
but eventually Slit had been pushed from it, too much stuff in the way, so he
crowded the empty floorspace beside Nux, the rusted, twisted carcass of a car
dragging behind them. Not only had that slowed them down, however, but they
were so far from the Citadel that there was no way to see which way was home.
Nearly lighting everything a dim blue, the moon rose high in the sky above
them, only signaling that they were beyond lost if they’d set out that morning.
Catching a flutter of movement out of his ruined eye, the Lancer rose a brow
and turned on the other, looking up at him from the floor.
Occasionally, he would tip his head to the side, baring Larry and Barry a bit
more, before hissing in pain and shaking it out. If this didn’t seem to fend
off his exhaustion, he would close his eyes tight, nose scrunching and only
making that wonderful scar look pooched and perfect. Slit had to force himself
not to sigh in appreciation, but thankfully held it off until those eyes
snapped back open with the intensity usually reserved for the excited music the
Doof Warrior played. He’d seen these tricks a thousand times, when Nux would do
whatever he could to stay up when he was working in the Temple; despite his
valiant efforts, Slit usually had to carry his dead-to-the-world Driver to his
bunk after he passed out, laid over an engine.
“Pull over.” The roughness of his voice was somehow forsaken for a much more
quiet version, though his slight lisp was still present. It seemed that just
hearing something other than the whistle of wind through the windows and the
roar and shriek of the engine piqued the younger man’s interest long enough to
drag his eyes off the road.
“What…?” Dazed and slightly lost, the driver didn’t seem to understand the
rather dramatic eyeroll that sent Slit’s entire head in a near circle on his
neck.
“I said pull over, numb nuts.” He growled, voice picking up over a sudden
sputter of disgruntled rage from the engine, “Or at least stop. I’ll drive for
a while, you need to sleep or we’ll both die.”
“If you drive, we’ll both die. You can’t drive stick.” Sleep permeated his
words, dragging them out and making the sluggish to leave; he very nearly
didn’t finish his sentence properly. A yawn broke them, then and he shook his
head, “I got this, Slit, don’t worry.”
“You don’t.” Gruffed the elder man, who had taken to his knees and very firmly
jabbed the other in the side. “You haven’t eaten today, haven’t had any Aqua
Cola, haven’t even stopped driving long enough to piss. Stop the fucking car
and take a nap.”
“Sli--” It seemed that the only decent amount of trying to change his lover’s
mind was none, because Nux barely had a chance to jam his foot on the brake
pedal before a heavy hand smashed his head into the steering wheel. Nobody told
Slit ‘no’ when it came to his partner’s well-being; not even Nux, himself. Even
with Nux traveling to the Organic’s medbay every six days, it was always Slit
who brought him, always Slit that made sure he was set up with a blood bag that
wouldn’t pansy him up, or kill him soft, always Slit to growl and huff and
intimidate anyone who said that his driver was weak.
Once the car came to a hummed halt, the much larger man somehow managed to
manhandle his smaller lover into his old spot, taking up the seat behind the
wheel. Having to push the seat back a bit, he sighed slightly before shaking
his head and grinning. Morning would come, eventually, and with it, hopefully,
a rescue party that wouldn’t get them even more hopelessly lost. At least, like
this, the elder War Boy would be able to practice driving a stick without Nux’s
constant chatter.
***** Squawking Your Head Off *****
Chapter Summary
     002. “It reminded me of you.”; Nux didn’t always have that bird skull
     decoration on his dashboard. Slit would never admit that it was all
     his fault.
Chapter Notes
     Soooooo… I cannot seem to stop writing these two idiots. xD I love
     them too much. I’m having way too much fun with all of this...
Victory tasted shiny and chrome, almost metallic on his tongue. Of course, that
could also be the fact that he’d had a staple ripped out and his mouth was
filled with blood, but he was chalking it up in the winning column. Slit threw
up his arms and rolled them, leaning back until he nearly fell out of the
Coupe, whooping and hollering and still so very revved up that it was likely he
wouldn’t find sleep tonight. It wasn’t until they were pulling into their usual
spot that he noticed something was off; Nux wasn’t anywhere near as excited as
he was, he didn’t even really smile. There was something about the distressed,
distant look on his driver’s face that made even the high of battle lust
singing through his veins seem hollow. Beating on the roof for a moment, he
leaned forward and awaited the opening of the sunroof.
“Yeah?” Turning those brilliant blue eyes to look at the flushed man behind
him, Nux offered a forced smile, trying to look easy and hyped, but it only
looked like he was trying to reassure a lizard that he wasn’t about to pounce
on it and swallow it whole.
“Are you hurt?” He questioned, head tipping to the side, “Because you don’t
look revved at all.”
“...Damn buzzards took out my little Nessa.” Holding up the shattered remains
of his old dashboard companion, something he’d been given by a mentor when he
first started driving, he looked more pitiful than Slit had ever seen him. Of
course, the lancer had simply rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Not like she’s that important. She’s just a dog, Nux.” A dog whose head bobbed
in excitement when the coupe flew over the sand, who had always been there when
Slit was gone. Even if he knew it was stupid, maybe even soft, he couldn’t help
but mourn her loss, going so far as to hide her remains in a small box he’d
managed to get to himself, and putting it under his bunk.
Driving with the younger man had become almost impossible as he moped about,
distracted by his empty dashboard, and after a week of this, Slit couldn’t
possibly handle it anymore.
Everyone knew that Nux slept like the dead, but nobody knew it better than his
partner, considering he often had to share a bed with him. It wasn’t so much
that they couldn’t bare to be apart (Slit would violently back this up), so
much as Nux had a hard time breathing if he didn’t get properly propped up, and
nobody else was as qualified to drive him about. Yes, that was it. Of course,
nobody knew that the one thing that seemed to wake him up every single time
just so happened to be his loving Lancer moving, even just slightly. Which,
really, was putting a wrench in Slit’s plans to crawl over the other’s body and
work on his new idea.
“Mnn… Slit…” The whimpering War Boy tried to cling to the larger man, but he
was only shoved back down with a vicious kiss.
“I’ll be back, numb nuts. I have to piss.” That was a good enough excuse that
put Nux back to sleep, it seemed, so Slit was able to leave for as long as it
took to get his surprise ready.
It wasn’t until the next morning that he finally returned, slotting his hips in
perfectly with the younger man’s and thoroughly shocking him awake with a box
suddenly dropped onto his chest. Fear and fury lit his eyes as he shot up, the
present suddenly held between their strong bodies as he watched the other for a
moment, coming back into his body pretty quickly.
“Slit…?”
“Open it.” He growled, eyes narrowing, “Just. Open. It. Nux.”
“Longest piss I ever heard of.” The driver muttered under his breath, leaning
back and getting comfortable before lifting the beat-up cardboard lid and
peering inside. Pulling out a small bird’s skull, jaw dropped in what appeared
to be a permanent grin, that rest on a spring sealed to a slightly raised disk,
he turned those eyes up at Slit. “What’s this?”
“It reminded me of you.” Softness was not quite Slit’s forte, but when his
voice dropped so that only Nux could hear him, it stole his breath. Licking his
lips a little, he leaned in and kissed the other’s lips, slow and gentle for a
second before he seemed to catch up with himself. Quickly turning that kiss
rough enough to leave them both tasting blood and not certain whose it was, he
pushed back with a growl on his lips, “You both have been squawking all week
and I couldn’t stand it anymore.”
Pushing hard at the other, knocking him from his hips, Nux gave a frown and
rolled his eyes, “Yeah, thanks.” Way to ruin the mood, too. Getting up and
heading to find his breakfast, he left a rather shined up Slit on their bunk,
staring after him.
Despite this, however, on their next ride out into the desert, the little
birdie had a beautiful spot on Nux’s dash; Slit could hardly hide his joy.
***** Prices To Pay *****
Chapter Summary
     003. “No, no, it’s my treat.”; Luckily for Slit, Nux had always been
     a stand-up guy. A stand-up guy who had a thing for watching him gorge
     himself on sweets, apparently.
Chapter Notes
     So… I’m trying to get over my shyness in this fandom. xD If nobody
     reads my work, that’s fine. If someone does and likes it? Wonderful!
     If someone does and hates it, that’s fine, too. I can’t let a feeling
     of failure dominate me and everything I love, so I’m just going to
     get it all out if I can. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. 8D
     Tomorrow, I should be posting at least two chapters to this. ouo One
     is handwritten and the other is all set up.
“No.” There was no room for argument in his tone, as the larger man slowed to a
stop, boots practically dug into the concrete before Paradisiac Patisserie. The
small cafe rose from the ground in a beautiful shade of bubblegum pink, with
white and gray striped awnings lined in intricate lace. Women of all shapes and
sizes seemed to flock to the place, and all of its feminine glory seemed to
make the ever-brave Simon “Slit” Rogers back down. It certainly didn’t look
like the kind of place a Half-Life War Boy should be going to, and the simple
fact that he’d been discovered only made him more stubborn. Shaking his bald
head, the bulkier man crossed his arms over his chest, “I am not going in
there.” Of course, the oblivious bean pole beside him just offered a bewildered
grin and tugged on a thickly muscled arm.
“Oh, come on, Slit.” He started, those enormous, impossibly blue eyes set to
stun, “I’ve seen the boxes in the trash, I know you come here a lot. I wanted
to know what was so damn good. Let’s just go in and--”
“And what, Numb Nuts?” Groused the elder man, who rolled his eyes and focused
them on anything other than that pleading face, “Have a date like some ‘normal’
couple?” Resentment was clear in his voice, but it didn’t seem that Nux would
be deterred.
“Well… Yeah. Why not?” Oh, there were some times that the mechanic really just
needed a fist buried in his face. Somehow, those eyes finally managed to
placate him enough to get his balled fists back to open palms, and he finally
heaved a great sigh.
“You’re such an idiot.” It was clear enough that even the younger man could
tell that his lover bemoaned his existence at the moment, but he took his
gloved hand regardless and lead them inside the cafe.
“It’s not like you get the girliest thing on the menu or anything, right?” He
tried to tease, but after a few moments of silence, he turned to look at his
usually pale lover, whose face was alight with a deep blush and he looked to be
considering running. “...You do, don’t you, Slit?”
“Nux, I swear to V8 I’m about to fucking kill you.” He growled, though all
tension seemed to leech from him when a large woman behind the counter sent him
a bone-chilling glare.
“Language!” She hissed, gesturing to several of the other ladies that seemed
quite disturbed by his outburst, “You should know better, Simon, honestly.”
Having to cover his snicker with a hand to avoid getting punched, Nux tried his
hardest not to snort when the woman patronizingly asked if he wanted to ‘change
it up’ or if he wanted the usual. Fuming, Slit responded with a curt, concise
chopping of a sentence down to its bare bones.
“The usual.”
“And what about your gentleman friend?” Waggling her eyebrows, it was her turn
to stifle a laugh as the grumpy tomato before her fished about in his pockets
for his wallet.
“I don’t know. What do you wanna eat, Nuts?” Turning blazing eyes on the other
seemed to have the younger man behaving a bit more, sidling up beside his lover
and taking in the menu.
“Uh… What’s a bee-rock?” Head tilting, Nux watched the woman give an outright,
pleased laugh before shaking her head.
“Beer-rock, Kid. It’s a pastry pocket with meat and vegetables inside.” She
offered, pulling one out to show him.
“We’ll take twelve!” Well, nobody could say he didn’t have an appetite, at
least, “And whatever Slit gets, give him a bunch, too.” That stilled his friend
in his tracks and he shot desperate eyes at the woman who used to watch him
when he was younger and less rambunctious, trying to tell her not to listen,
but there she went, packing an entire raspberry rose cheesecake into a box.
Facepalming in the background, he rolled his eyes and gave a soft grunt.
“Nux, I can’t afford a whole damn cheesecake. These fuckers are expensive.” He
grumbled into the other’s ear, only to earn a full-fledged, innocent smile
nearly in his face.
“No, no, I got this. It’s my treat.” Winking playfully, he tossed a few bills
larger than what Slit had in his bank account onto the counter, and the order
was processed fairly quickly. Walking out of the little bakery was almost as
embarrassing as going in, especially with Nux going on and on about how they
were going to have to make these last, but he still wanted to eat all of the
‘meat thingies’. This was going to be a long day.
***** Mr. Fix-It *****
Chapter Summary
     004. “Come here. Let me fix it.” Nux’s favorite piece of Slit’s
     attire gets damaged, and he’s the only one who can possibly repair
     it.
Chapter Notes
     OMV, guys, this is super awesome! I’m so excited to post to this
     story, now, because so many of you are showing your support. I’m
     planning on getting at least two parts out tonight, so let’s get on
     to it! Also, I think it’s interesting, so far these have all almost
     made it onto three pages. o.o All three of them. But not this one. :
     / Anyway, I’m sorry for the long wait, and I plan on getting some
     more out soon, chapter five is in the works.
“Shit!” The loud hiss of displeasure carried over the clicking, sputtering
sounds always filling the Temple. Something about the rasp of his lover’s
ruined voice widened those maddeningly blue eyes, and Nux suddenly pulled
himself from his hunch over the engine he’d been tinkering with, scanning the
room to find his Lancer bent over a broken pile of what had probably once been
exceptional Thundersticks. Much to his excitement, and confusion, he noticed
belatedly that Slit’s neck was totally bare, and the shock of possessive need
to claim it maybe added a bit of a bounce to his step as he made his way over.
It wasn’t always that that neckerchief he wore didn’t decorate that pretty,
pale column of flesh, and it seemed rare enough to leave his mouth watering,
regardless.
Walking up on the thickly muscled War Boy before him like it was nothing, Nux
had a million things that he wanted to say. The second he realized the reason
for the cursing, however, the words dried and laid their carcasses to rest in
his parched throat. Gulping a little, he placed an easily shrugged off hand on
the elder male’s shoulder.
“Slit?” Voice soft, as if to keep this between them despite the fact that they
were nearly swimming in other bodies, he tucked his head in against the
other’s, as if it would help them communicate easier, “What, uh…?”
“Some idiot,” Narrowed eyes turned on the closest Lancer, a lanky young man
that had a habit of bouncing from foot to foot and always glanced around like
someone was going to take something secret from him, who had the decency to
duck out to a different tunnel as Slit continued, “Tried to put shrapnel in his
powder, then set it off.” The remnants of his neckwear rest in suddenly gentle
hands, severed messily with several layers of fabric hanging open at either
end. A frown etched itself onto the Driver’s face, some semblance of
understanding in his eyes; Sentimental as War Boys weren’t, Slit’s own Pack
Leader had given him that, something of his own before he’d left them in a run
that had gone wrong. It was a slightly comforting thing for him, and now that
was ruined, too. The bits of metal shining in Slit’s arm didn’t seem to concern
him, certainly not more than the shine accessory in his hand. Nux figured Wielz
had the right idea, for once, running off like that.
“Come here,” Tugging Slit to stand, he headed for their bunk with the elder
man’s hand in his, and pulled out a small mending kit from beneath his pillow,
“Let me fix it.”
Laying out on the rocky slab behind Nux, the Lancer loudly tongued at his
facial scars, a silent promise of a reward in the thick, wet sounds. Fingers
used to digging in and around metal with his work on the car, it was quite easy
for the thinner Boy to begin picking out the shards of metal, though a deft
hand reached out before he could pluck them all.
“Leave it.” He murmured, slipping in nice and close, until his muscled chest
and stomach pressed into his lover’s leg, “It’s pretty shine, right?”
An enthusiastic nod had the younger man threading the needle and it hardly took
five minutes before it was stitched back together and replaced over Slit’s
neck, resting over his collar bones. Tugging the usually oblivious Driver down
for a long, deep kiss, he chuckled a little, nearly a growl in his throat, as
they quickly found that the only acceptable amount of space between them was
none. After all, Nux had a reward to reap.
***** Protect Your Own Ass, Not Mine *****
Chapter Summary
     005. “I’ll Walk You Home.”; Nux wasn’t even initiated, yet, and he
     insisted on walking his best friend home.
Chapter Notes
     Welp, I know I’ve been naughty, not working on this, but I hope spam-
     posting some chapters will help. Also, I just… I really appreciate
     all of the buzz this story is getting. It really could not have been
     at a better time. I’ve been honestly debating giving up writing, but
     this has helped me to decided to stay with it. Thank you, guys!
     In other words, this is sort of an AU to an AU I have in the works.
     ouo I hope you guys enjoy!
“Wow, Slit, that’s so shiny!” Blue eyes widened as his jaw nearly dropped
through the floor, admiring the slice travelling from the corner of his
friend’s lip to his cheekbone, “Is that your mark?” Nux sounded positively
breathless as he stared at it, fingers coming up to touch the recently rent
flesh, having been the one to tug the gauze off.
“Yeah,” Of course, the elder male preened as his friend touched over the
staples, feeling the pull of the skin as he spoke, “I’m officially a Half-Life.
It’s fuckin’ chrome as shit, Nux. You need to hurry your pansy ass up and get
initiated.” Even as he spoke, the younger male dug his fingers into the mark,
making him clench his teeth to avoid wincing.
“Woah… I can feel that.” Always oblivious to the real issues, he ran the tip of
his finger over a few teeth before his hand was slapped away.
“You’re going to fuck it up, Numb Nuts.” Came the growl of warning, eyes
narrowed, “I’ll bite your fuckin’ fingers off.” This, however, came out on a
grumbled chuckle, and the two teens sat back on Nux’s bed, Slit on his knees
and Nux practically crawling around him to get a good look at his new scars.
When he finally sat before the other, he reclined back and tipped his head
until it hung on his neck, legs thrown over the elder’s strong thighs.
“Where do you think I should get my first scars?” The question came slowly,
softly, as if it were more contemplation on the world around him, some profound
thought that nobody else had ever had. Feeling a dip in the bed around him, his
head snapped back up and eyes locked onto the other teen, who traced strong
fingers over his lips.
“You got a nice mouth on you, Nuts. You should get your lips scarred. Can’t
tell you how hot it is to feel the pucker of scarred flesh against your lips.”
He offered, leaning in and kissing the other, the quirk of his lip from his own
scarring adding to the sensations. After a moment, Nux’s lips trailed up the
new wound, kissing and licking languidly as he wiggled, far too turned on by
this than he should be.
“I could do that, for you, Slit.” He whispered against the other’s ear,
nuzzling it just as he heard a knock at the door that sent him sprawling
backwards.
“Nux!” Max’s grunt was soft, though still heard through the door, “Time for
Slit to go home! His dad just called, needs him for something.”
“Shit.” Slit muttered, growling a little, not quite ready to get completely
untangled from his younger lover’s body. “Fine…” The two teens quickly moved to
gather the scarred male’s things, and as they made their way to the front door
of the little flat Nux shared with his father, he paused when they opened the
door and the sun had already set.
“Oh… Man, it’s dangerous at night in your area.” The blue-eyed young man told
him, “Maybe I should walk you home.”
The incredulous look he earned in return nearly made his smile falter, but he
kept it up, anyway.
“I don’t know if you noticed, Numb Nuts, but I’m stronger than you. I could
handle myself in my neighborhood, I’ve done it all my life.” He replied, the
sting left out of his voice and replaced with a bit of amazement. How could Nux
be so damn stupid?
“Still, you… You need me to help! What if something happened and you were
outnumbered? C’mon, Slit, let me walk with you.” With a glance at the younger
teen’s father, who gave a dismissive nod and gestured for them to go, the two
boys headed out into the night. The muted orange light of the street lamps lit
their quiet walk, and Nux shyly slid his hand into his friend’s, ‘so I know
where you are’ dropped so he wouldn’t think it was weird. Seafoam eyes just
rolled a little at the other, intertwining their fingers as they continued
towards the Bad Side Of Town.
Nobody bothered them, just as Slit had predicted, more likely because of his
own intimidating looks rather than Nux’s presence. When they arrived at his
door, he kissed the other on the forehead, shaking his head.
“Alright, Numb Nuts, you walked me home. You’re coming in, right? Otherwise,
we’ll be walking each other home all night.” He offered, not trusting Nux to be
left alone walking back over a mile. The other was coughing already, seeming
winded, and he nodded. “Good. Now, come on in.” Letting him in, they snuck past
the drunk man on the couch and headed towards Slit’s room to get comfortable.
***** Worker Bees *****
Chapter Summary
     006. “Have a good day at work.”; They didn’t know why they said it,
     but they did.
Chapter Notes
     Welp, figured I could get another one of these done. After I reach
     chapter ten on Tumblr and Deviantart, I’m going to make a masterpost
     to update. So much easier.
The sun had yet to rise, but there were already sounds of stirring War Boys who
couldn’t bare to sleep anymore. Nux was up, on the edge of his bunk, fighting
returning to Slit’s embrace. He turned slightly, finding a kiss to his forehead
and a lazy, sleepy smile waiting for him.
“Have a good day at work, Numb Nuts. Don’t get too revved without me.” Falling
back to the bed and into dreamland, he left a happy blackthumb bouncing off to
play with his car.
***** In The Dream You Were Just Like You Are *****
Chapter Summary
     007. “I dreamt about you last night.”; Slit couldn’t help but dream
     of Nux exactly as he was.
Chapter Notes
     Hey, all! It’s been a while, I think, but I’m typing this while I
     can’t sleep. xD So, hopefully it’s not too bad. >>; Whoops. Anyway,
     this is heavily inspired by Back From Kathmandu by OK Go. I hope you
     guys enjoy!
The light was almost blinding, coming up from the deeper tunnels of the Citadel
and out into the Immortan’s landing. Slit had to shield his eyes a moment, but
he wouldn’t let himself seem weak enough to truly need it. As he trudged up to
see his Immortan, he felt his heart kick up a dangerous beat, and he preened
silently at the knowledge that, no matter what, he was the Favorite. Sure,
other Boys were jealous, some even tried to talk down to him, or insult him,
but they couldn’t get him down. They usually ended up with a mouthful of blood
and broken teeth, but that was something that just came with the territory.
Arriving at the bedroom, he was surprised to find that he wasn’t there. Brow
furrowing and mind a tad numb, he turned only to find the shining apex of his
lifestyle smiling sweetly at him from his spot lounging in his throne.
“Slit! I was worried you wouldn’t show.” Oh, but he was nearly glowing, the
sheer sight of him making Slit’s breath draw short.
“You know me, Nux, I’m good enough I can even keep you waiting.” He offered
gruffly, slinking forward and letting his hips do that little snappy thing that
Nux liked so much. To see his Immortan lick his lips nice and slow like that
only made his blood pump harder, he could hear it in his ears, now. The
resulting clash of teeth and tongue had a moan springing from one (or both,
maybe) of them, and he delighted in the taste of blood. Suddenly, the rush of
blood in his ears wasn’t the only thing he could hear, and Nux was choking,
clawing at his neck…
Waking up with a jolt, he turned and grabbed his partner by the shoulders,
shaking him awake and watching him come to with a few sleepy grumbles and a
weak frown.
“Sl-slit?” Blinking several times, Nux peered up through the darkness at his
Lancer, looking confused and hazy.
“You were-- You stopped--” Still a little foggy-minded himself, the elder male
pressed their foreheads together, “I dreamt about you.” That put a little smile
on Nux’s face, and he pressed his lips to the other’s for what seemed like
eons, just a little smoosh of their faces.
“Shut up!” Came a very angry, somewhat accented voice from beside them, “I’m
trying to sleep, go suck smiles somewhere else.” Grumpily rolling back over,
Morsov huffed when he felt a boot tossed at his back. “I’m keeping this.” He
added, only to get a second one to the head, “And this one.”
“Slit, stop throwing my boots, I’ll never get them back.” Nux whined, only to
watch his barely clothed lancer rise and wrestle the boots back, leaving Morsov
even angrier and probably ready to go sleep in the garage.
“Serves him right.” Slit muttered, coming back to lay with Nux, “Now get some
sleep, numb nuts. We got a big day tomorrow.” Of course, his lover and driver
was already snoring.
***** Oil Change *****
Chapter Summary
     008. “Take My Seat.”; Nux needs it more than Slit did, anyway.
Chapter Notes
     So, I haven’t updated this for a while, now. Figured I owed you guys
     a few updates. I plan on getting three chapters up today, and then
     working on this more over the next few weeks. These might be shorter,
     I’m going to just let them go however they want to be written.
It had been a sad day, when Nux had gotten sick. Even the Organic had been
surprised when Larry started to grow in. Everyone bemoaned the shame it was
that their best driver, the Blackthumb that could one day drive the War Rig, at
this rate, had turned out to be an almost-dead Half-Life like the rest of them.
Still, aside from the Boy in question, nobody took it as hard as Slit had.
He’d been getting his own tank refilled, some sorry bloodbag listening quietly
as he grouse, when Nux, running on empty, had stumbled over. He fell to his
knees and elbows a right mess, before his lance, who would have joked had the
thinner man not looked up so pitifully. Instead, he looked around, surveyed the
witnesses, and available space, before he decided to act. Standing and yanking
his own needle from his arm, he let it bleed as he pulled his partner to his
feet, manhandling him into his old spot. Hazy blue eyes looked up, a question
on his furrowed brow, but Slit silence him with a slant to his eyes.
“Here, Numb Nuts, take my seat. Don’t look like I need an oil change half as
bad as you do.” He offered, and as a clammy, shaking hand took his, he sat with
the other, shocked into silence, himself.
“Thanks, Slit.” The near-dead War Boy whispered, only earning a grun in return.
“Don’t mention it, Nuts.” He’d never admit to maybe stroking the younger’s bald
head as it hit against his chest.
***** Eat, You'll Feel better *****
Chapter Summary
     009. “I Saved A Piece For You”; Nux is so wrapped up in other War
     Boys’ work that he forgets to eat. Slit usually helps remind him.
Chapter Notes
     Welp, I’m pretty sure I fell asleep before I got much more done on my
     writing, but I’m here again, now. I plan on getting this story
     updated to chapter ten, and then hitting up two hand-written things.
     From there, we’ll see where I go with my day.
Nux had always had the misfortune of being too kind to his fellows. No matter
what else needed done, food, sleep, rehydrating, the idiot would keep working
if someone needed help. Slit knew this well, so when he didn’t see Nux getting
fed, he only ate what was necessary for himself, saving four lizards and some
weird, mushy lump that Ace called ‘potatoes’ for his Driver. His stupid partner
would eat, even if he had to pin him down and cram it down his throat hole,
himself.
“Numb Nuts!” Carrying his tin plate to the Chapel, he rose a brow, “I know
you’re here, Nuts. Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
“Over here!” That was definitely Nux’s voice, coming from beneath Ted’s car.
Not-so-tenderly kicking at a tire on his way over, the Lancer set the food
aside, for now, and gripped the other’s hps. Yanking him out hard, a frown
evident on his face, Nux was temporarily shocked into silence by the way the
scars puckered Slit’s lips and cheeks, “Wh-what’s up, Slit?”
“Eat.” Somehow, in one fluid movement, Slit grabbed the plate off the hood of
the car and set it in the other’s lap. “I saved a piece or two for you.” With a
thankful smile, the Driver tucked into his meal under the watchful,
appreciative gaze of his Lancer.
***** Apologies *****
Chapter Summary
     010. “I’m sorry for your loss.”; Nux is legitimately sorry for all
     Slit has been through, but he’s not sure he wants to accept.
Chapter Notes
     So, here’s another chapter up! I plan on updating this again soon,
     hopefully. I’m having fun getting these done. ouo After I get these
     things typed up, I think I’m going to work on my Writing Goals sheet
     so that I can work on it today. ouo I hope you guys are ready for the
     story spam!
It had taken three months for the two of them to heal. Nux hobbled about on a
cane lovingly crated by Capable, seemingly from the tree they’d upended in the
quagmire. His right leg, the one they now called his “bad” leg, nearly dragged
behind him even when he tried to lift it. He’d been lucky, though. Slit’s skin
was pinched and rippled, smooth and waxy in places, from the burns he’d
sustained, but at least he was still alive. The pair didn’t speak as much, as
of late. Slit liked to ignore him, or sit in an only-slightly tense but
companionable silence, and it was killing his younger partner.
“I’m… Sorry, for your loss, Slit.” It was the only thing he could think of to
say.
“Oh, yeah?” Came the gruff reply, “Which one?”
“All of them!” Hearing the other’s voice seemed to have sparked something in
him, because Nux was suddenly unable to stop from manhandling Slit into his lap
and running his mouth, “I’m sorry about the Wives, about Joe’s death, about
showing why it was wrong, why he was wrong, about your burns, about everything.
About the blood bag, about losing you in the storm…” As he spoke, his hands
felt the dips and valleys of the other’s flesh, pulling and rubbing in defeat,
“I’m sorry you can’t look me in the eye anymore, that you won’t talk to me. I
want us to be how we were, before all this. Inseparable. I miss you. I miss us,
and I’m the most sorry that everything drove a wrench between us.” By now,
their foreheads were pressed together, and Slit knew that if he didn’t so
something soon, Nux would never stop talking.
Kissing his once-lover, though it probably wasn’t his smartest move. The Driver
pushed into it like he had an eternity for it, gripping his Lancer’s scarred
cheeks like his last lifeline. The way he clung only made it seem more like he
was trying to rid them of their bad blood between them, and Slit just let it
happen. Soon, his own lips picked up the feverish pace of the younger, and for
a moment, nothing else mattered. For the first time since their return to
Citadel, he felt at home, and it was enough of a balm to his emotional wounds
to leave him chuckling as he pulled back.
“Alright, alright, Nuts. I get it. I… Missed you, too.”
“S-so, we’re okay, right?” Those blue eyes lit up and he couldn’t stop himself
from grinning.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
***** Sharing Is Caring *****
Chapter Summary
     011. “You can have half.”; Nux found something he wanted to share,
     and Slit repaid him the only way he knew how.
Chapter Notes
     Welp, I finished four chapters of Just Following Instinct, so I
     figured I could try and get this up to fifteen chapters today. I’m
     also hoping to update Here Comes Your Man and Innocence Lost today,
     as well. ouo Hope you guys are looking forward to it.
“Hey, Slit!”
It wasn’t uncommon to hear the shout of the Lancer’s name on his Driver’s lips
as he surged through corridors and open space alike, excitement bubbling in his
every atom. He zinged about like a madman in search of his favorite War Boy,
all wild blue eyes and waving arms.
“Slit!” he called again, cupping his hands around his mouth like a
speakerphone, “Slit! I found something!” More heads turned his way as he passed
them by without notice, but as soon as they saw the glowering mass of muscle
heading for his Driver, they parted like the red sea.
“What do you think you’re doing, Numb Nuts? Huh? Telling everyone?” His eyes
narrowed even more, and Nux suddenly realized that maybe Slit wasn’t named that
for his scars, or his cheeks, but for how his eyes looked when he was
thoroughly pissed.
“I… I was just trying to tell you! I found a--” A hand promptly clamped over
his mouth, the next few words garbled before he finally closed his mouth and
sighed, those dejected puppy dog eyes softening the elder man’s expression to
more of a fierce sneer than a full-on snarl of rage.
“Tell me in our bunk, Nuts.” With that, the larger male pushed past his Driver,
nearly knocking him (and his find) over with the force of it. Not even a second
passed before he had turned and bolted off after the strutting man before him,
excited to show off the object wrapped up in cloth in his hands. Jogging along
in the jaunty way he did, he reminded a few older Boys of dogs running at their
masters’ heels, but none would risk saying so in front of Slit, especially when
he looked about ready to chew some heads off.
“Slit, can I--”
“Bunks, Numb Nuts.” Snarled the elder once more, those eyes nearly closed they
were squinted so hard. Of course, the growl on his lips was hardly enough to
shake his happy pet, who ran to their bunk and leapt onto it, scooting back to
the rocky ledge behind it and grinning, allowing Slit as much room as he
wanted. The elder slid in, cool and calm despite the, no doubt, roiling lake of
rage hiding behind his dark aquamarine eyes.
“Slit,” now, despite himself, he was whispering, eyes focused and so intense
that it nearly took the cool edge off of the elder man, “I found this really
shiny fruit.”
Pulling it from its cloth confines, the deep green fruit nearly shimmered in
the light, certainly from one of the deeper pools hiding within the catacombs
of the Citadel. When only one was showed off, however, the elder’s frown
deepened and his brow furrowed.
“Just one?”
“Yeah! You can have half!” Nux wasn’t above sharing, and anything that could
make Slit happy with him was worth it. This seemed to make his partner smirk,
and he rolled his eyes before leaning forward and taking a bite, long and slow,
some of the juice dripping down his chin and onto their bed. Some stray drops
made it to Nux’s hand, only to be licked off by a skillful tongue, leaving him
gulping as he leaned in to take his own bite.
“Mm… You’re making a mess, there, Nuts.” Whispered the elder, leaning in to
lick the stray droplets from the other’s chin and lips, capturing them in a
soul-searing kiss.
He’d have to find more of these fruits, if this was what he’d get out of them.
***** Catch Your Death Of Cold *****
Chapter Summary
     012. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”; Before they leave on the
     greatest venture of their lives, Slit has to make sure his sickling
     Driver will be warm enough.
Chapter Notes
     So… I wrote the origin of the bird head thing, and now I’m about to
     write up why Nux had Max’s jacket. :/ How silly of me. Anyway, I hope
     you guys enjoy, these are too fun. ; u;
“Oi, Numb Nuts.” Slit paused, tossing a glance over his shoulder, “I found
this. I was gonna keep it, but… Seeing that you’re nearly dead as it is, you
need it more than I do.” It came off as a grumble, almost quiet enough that Nux
couldn’t hear him. Coughing a little, he turned and glanced away, strutting
over to his partner and holding out the leather jacket he’d picked up, “Take my
jacket, it’s cold outside.” Trying for a small smile but ending up in the realm
of creepy grins, he winked slightly before leaning in and kissing his excited
lover’s lips. With that, he was off to get ready for war, gathering his
thundersticks and preparing his perch.
Nux stood for a moment, giddy excitement thrumming through him, as he felt his
tingling lips with shaking fingers. Today was going to be lovely, just lovely.
With a whoop and a holler, he allowed himself to be escorted to his car with
his blood bag, getting hitched up and ready to drive.
***** The Late Bird Picks The Carcass *****
Chapter Summary
     013. “Sorry I’m late.”; Slit hated keeping Nux waiting normally, but
     today was a special day.
Chapter Notes
     Another one, already. Wow. So much fic spam today. xD Hope you guys
     like it, regardless, I’m having too much fun and making up for not
     writing much for a while.
Glancing between the clock and the line he was stuck in, Slit tapped his foot
impatiently, a scowl on his face that made the chatty woman two people behind
him tell her phone she’d ‘call back later’. It was past time for him to be off
work. He was supposed to be home by now, and every second he was stuck in this
godforsaken line at the DMV to renew his boss’ car tags only inflamed his rage
further. The large, tinted glass wall that the door lay in seemed to darken
further as a torrent of rain began to pour, lightning the only thing lighting
up his face as he growled under his breath, snapping the pencil he held in
half. Someone whimpered and he couldn’t even take pleasure in it, he was so
pissed.
“So, what’s the difference between a class A and a class B--” Oh no, that lady
was going to be jabbering away at the clerk all fucking day. With a grunt and
glare bordering on murderous, he clapped his hand over his face and dragged it
down slowly, trying to focus his rage on something else. Focusing on the
sketchpad in his hands, he finally sighed and began sketching away--using his
broken pencil--as he stood in line. A shark appeared slowly on the page,
curling around it, jaws agape as a figure very akin to the woman wasting his
time tried desperately to swim away. A small, vindictive smile worked over his
lips, only to fall seconds later when the monotone voice of some teenaged kid
behind him hit his ears.
“Wow, man, did you draw that?”
A thousand and one answers came to mind, but he knew that if he caused a scene
here, he’d be even later to get home to Nux. Gritting his teeth and taking in a
few slow, deep breaths, he finally offered a twisted smile that may have leaned
a little too close to a sneer, his scarred cheeks only making it look more
intimidating.
“No, dumbass, I’m just carrying around a sketchpad full of art by other people.
Yes, I fucking drew this. I’m pretty sure you watched me draw it.”
“Oh, uh… Well, yeah.” Slit felt his eye twitching, and the desire to punch this
toasted strudel in the dick only rose to a feverish urge the more he rambled on
as though he had anything interesting to say. At least that awfully shrill
woman finally got booted out on her ass, and the line moved forward one person.
Which left another seven in front of him. Another growl left the disgruntled
mechanic as he settled back into his art.
By the time he was able to leave, he was an hour into overtime, and he still
had to drive the car back (a half hour trip), and get his ass to the bus stop.
Nux was going to think he’d abandoned him or something, with how late he was
going to be. Knowing this did nothing to quell his temper, and it helped that
he could play some of his friends sickest jams on the stereo system in his
boss’ car. Yelling along to the music had him in a slightly better mood when
dropping it off, even if Joe’s impatience left him feeling defeated by the time
he was stomping to the bus stop. Of course, he had to catch the last bus of the
day, which didn’t hit his and Nux’s street for a good hour and a half, and he
finally rolled into lobby at 7:45. Jogging to the elevator, he pressed the
button and chewed his lip, unhappy with the nervous butterflies flapping around
in his stomach and stirring up the acid there, burning its way up his
esophagus.
Shouldering his bag again as the elevator dinged and the doors opened up to the
fourth floor, he stalked to 407, key in the lock, and knob turning before he
computed just what was happening. Opening the door, what he saw nearly sunk his
heart to the bottom of the ocean.
Nux was asleep on the couch, dinner set out on their dining table and candles
burned down to the base helping to set the mood. This was like one of those
horrible movies that tried to make you feel bad because the other half was
late, and he was, and he knew it, and as he stepped over to the couch, he felt
his heart seize up. Those blue eyes fluttered open, the slighter man sleeping
much lighter than usual, and he offered a semi-sad smile and those damn puppy
dog eyes that he knew Slit couldn’t resist.
“Slit, I’m--”
“Sorry I’m late, Nut-- Nux. I had a real tough time getting back.” It was now
that those blue eyes roved over his soaking boyfriend’s form, and the good-
natured mechanic hopped up and stretched wide before pecking the other’s
forehead and shuddering.
“Slit, you’re frozen,” he murmured, hands pushing at the leather jacket he
wore, finding his drenched shirt and tugging it up.
“Let me get you all warmed up.”
“You aren’t mad?”
“At you? Never,” he breathed, kisses trailing down Slit’s neck and chest, hands
quickly working him out of his clothes.
“Happy anniversary, Numb Nuts.” He chuckled, a groan heading it off.
“Happy anniversary, Slit. So happy you could make it.”
End Notes
     I have succumbed to War Boy hell. I don’t know when I’ll stop.
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