theoldguardkinkmeme | Fills Post #2

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From: (Anonymous)

The first months were some of the hardest he’d ever had to live through, and he did fight in almost all 20th century wars. Nile stayed with him for the first one, the others coming in and out while they settled in their new home: a proper house, with proper, thoroughly vetted identities, where he and the little one could hopefully live in peace for a few years. Having her in his arms again made him feel wretched and euphoric at the same time, and he vowed to never squander this second chance.

Things turned downwards once Nile left, and he couldn’t help but think how much her mere presence was working as the one thing pulling him through the fog, incomplete bond or not. He debated with himself, on respecting the decision they reached to take things slow, but it became increasingly hard when, besides her, the only other person he actually interacted with couldn’t even sit on her own yet. He thought of the others, and the distance that had still been there even after everything, and he couldn’t…

He lasted a whole two weeks.

“Call Nile,” Andy said the second she picked up, “Or I’ll have to tie her up and drop her at your doorstep.”

“What?” Maybe calling Andy had been a mistake after all. She told him to if he needed, and by now he really needed it, but still.

“It’s a new bond, Book, you know how this shit works,” she hissed. “I explained to her she wouldn’t feel right being away this much, without even hearing or seeing you for weeks on end, but she’s got this stupid idea on her head about taking things slow. Apparently, you do too, since you’re calling me instead of her.”

“It’s what we agreed—”

“It doesn’t matter. Call her.” And she hung up, leaving him to glare at the phone, only to sigh and scroll down to Nile's number. That night he finally managed to sleep along with Lele, his phone warm from an hour long video call, and judging by the smudged shadows under her eyes, he hadn't been the only one missing sleep.

Nile ended up visiting every few weeks, to the point that even when she wasn’t there he could still smell her: by Lele’s crib, on the sofa they curled up to laze about, on their bed. It made him itch for a little more, just a little. He thought he could see the want in her too sometimes, in the way she looked at him the first time he attempted to help her twist her hair, or in the way her teeth always seemed to find the back of his neck when they fucked. She never acted on it, and he followed her lead, as he would until she felt ready (if she ever felt ready, his traitorous mind supplied once he was by himself again.)

After Lele’s first birthday, Andy and Quỳnh became yet another presence at their little house, ruining his piss poor attempts at keeping any semblance of order. It was strange to even think about these two relics in the same context as colorful cartoons and mashed fruits, but they fit right in. Quỳnh had adapted more quickly to the modern world than Andy ever did, despite missing the actual development of it, and she was more than happy to forget their no pictures rule in favor of snapping a dozen photos of Lele every hour.

They helped fill in the empty space in his chest that not even Nile could, a bond older than her. If there were still pieces missing, it was nobody’s fault but his. If it took him a few visits to notice they seemed to coincide with some of the most bloody jobs, nobody could judge him. He asked Nile about it.

"I must be the one doing a poor job if this is what you're thinking of while I'm going down on you."

He chuckled at her disgruntled look. "I don't know, you might have room for improvement—" He watched her as she came back to bed with lube and a vibrator. "Actually scratch that, you're on your peak performance, award worthy." She slicked his cock, to make up for the fact that she doesn't get wet enough for it to be comfortable, but the vibrator didn't receive the same treatment: the mere thought of her lately was enough to get him wet lately, and right now he was sure he was already soaking the sheets. She didn't tease, pushing it inside him in a single slide, and he clenched around the toy, his cock jumping, smearing his belly under Nile's hungry eyes. It takes all his self control to keep his hands on the headboard like she challenged him to, his fingers itching to replace hers around the base of her cock.

She teased herself, sliding their cocks together, before sliding him inside. All thoughts of Andy vanished as she rode him, the vibrations of the toy, the sticky trail left by her cock on his stomach and the tight squeeze around his own cock sending his mind to a buzz. The headboard groaned under his grip, her fingers digging into his chest. At the first spurts of her cock, his resolve failed, hands flying to stroke her through her first orgasm. She shuddered, slowing down to catch her breath, and he didn't miss the smirk at winning their little game, before she dug her knees in place and started it all again.

Afterwards, when the vibrator laid discarded on the floor and the window wide open to cool them off, she turned to him, a little sheepish, and confirmed that it was Quỳnh's idea. He didn't mind as much as he agreed. Keeping Andy safe would be a full time job, and he was more than happy to do his part.

The first time they asked him to join in a job was a little over six months later, because it called for a little demolition. His protests that Nicky could do it were silenced by the need for a sniper too, and that he wouldn't need to worry because Andy, said Nile in a very suggestive tone, had volunteered to babysit. He understood then what they were truly asking, and agreed despite his own apprehension. Nile noticed the real reasons for it quickly enough, and they had nothing to do with lack of confidence in Andy's abilities, as Quỳnh tried to tease him about; it was the first time he’d been away from her ever since he got her back, and even though the adrenaline, the blood pumping fast through his veins in the practised motions of the team work, made him feel exhilarated, he missed her more. When he returned, they’d redecorated most of the living room, the walls drawn on all over with animals and shapes, and Booker had to sit for a minute to think that maybe, maybe he could have both.

Joe and Nicky were the last missing pieces by the time Lele’s second birthday came around. They were cordial during missions, even babysat her once when he went on a mission of Nile's choosing, but the distance he put between them was still there, the proof of how lost he had been. At the party, after gifts had been opened, most of the food eaten, Booker allowed himself to just watch the others from the porch and catch his breath, and that was when Joe took his chance, coming to sit beside him.

“I kept thinking why you would try to give this up,” Joe said, after a beat. “Where did we get it so wrong with you that you never trusted us enough with this side of yourself—”

“You didn’t,” he rushed to answer, “It was never anything you did or didn’t do.” He sighed and pushed on. “The first decades after I joined you, after my son died, every kindness felt like pity and I couldn’t bear it. I know it was never how you meant it, that you and Nicky and Andy never had any intention other than making me feel welcome. I’m sorry, Joe,” he said, “I know you don’t owe me forgiveness, but I can only hope one day I’m able to deserve your trust again.”

Joe smiled, shaking his head. “You know, that sounds too emotionally smart to be the Booker I know.”

Booker laughed. “I, I’ve got a therapist,” he said, “Apparently I have too much unprocessed grief that led to self destructive habits like substance abuse and suicide ideation. I’m… trying to work through it.”

“Nile’s work?”

“No, I wouldn’t expect that of her,” he said, looking at Nile and Lele sharing yet another piece of cake. It was a good thing there were five other people in the house tonight to entertain a toddler on a sugar high. “I just can’t let my shit hurt anyone else again. It’s my mess to clean up…”

“You’re right in saying I don’t owe you forgiveness,” Joe said, “And I don’t know when I’ll feel confident with trusting you fully again but… you’re family, and so is the little imp over there. We’re here for the two of you, even if it means I’ll feel the urge to check my back once in a while.” Joe pulled him to his side, burying his face against the side of his head. He always took comfort like this, by touching them, breathing them in. That he still wanted to do it him meant more than any word. “Shithead.”

Booker laughed, and it came out more than a little tearful. “Am I getting Nicky’s disappointment later too?”

“You can bet on that. Also we have a bet running on when you and Nile will pull your heads out of your asses and complete your bond, and if you make me lose I’ll have to beat you.”

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It might not have been mentioned in the fic, but here is how I think of the others: Andy and Joe are also alphas, Nicky is a beta and Quỳnh is also an omega.

Also thank you for the luck wishes! Everything went fine and I got the Thing! Now let's see if I can finish this before New Year, two more to go!

From: (Anonymous)

Yes! This keeps getting better. The sex scene was really hot, a/b/o really allows to explore a lot of different combinations and I do enjoy that side of it.
Glad that Booker is tentatively rebuilding his relationship with the team, acknowledging his faults and seeking therapy. And I’m so glad he got his daughter back and started to build a relationship with Nile.

OP

From: (Anonymous)

Yay!!! A new part!! 😍😍😍

I really love this especially because all of Booker’s issues and his relationships with Nile/the team aren’t magically fixed, but they are working on them!

Also, Lele is such a cute nickname :)