A cackle rose through the air as an athletic body easily cleared a large gap between two buildings and landed gracefully on the roof of the second building. He kept running, easily putting distance between himself and a man he’d just killed. He laughed like a mad man again as another gap crept ever closer.
As he cleared it, landing on yet another rooftop, he couldn’t help but think how invigorating the last few days had been.
Fucking zombies man! How much more exciting could it get?!
He ran around a large structure and nearly collided with a woman wearing nothing but a night gown, blood all over the pink fabric. She let out a low growl and made a move for him. She didn’t get far before he shoved a gun to her face and pulled the trigger, sending brain and skull fragments all over the roof.
The man in the hoody laughed and continued running. His hoody was a little big on him, so he kept it strapped down with duct tape to make it less wind resistant. It was mostly white, with lime green stripes on the sleeves and the same color on the hood, which also sported little doggy ears and a nose. On the front, it read “I :heart: GIR” in bold lime green letters and a big red heart.
Sure, it was a little gay, but it was also incredibly comfortable, and he fucking loved Invader Zim, so he really didn’t care.
His feet pumped along the floor, taking him across the large structure much faster than most of the infected could move. He laughed as his feet left the earth once again, landing roughly on yet another rooftop.
He slowed down now, using his gun to take down the one infected in his path. The rooftop ended soon enough and he was left staring up at a building larger than the one he was currently on. He smirked as he gripped a ladder on the side, quickly pulling himself up.
He climbed up two floors, then carefully stepped off the ladder and onto a makeshift ledge which he and his friend had constructed out of wood and metal a few days prior. He quickly but carefully crossed it and slipped through an open window.
Inside, he spotted his friend sitting on the bed, a lit cigarette in his hand and smoke quickly exiting his mouth.
The runner grinned, holding up a bag he’d been carrying. “Lookit what I got!” He said excitedly.
“Anything good?” The other asked, tone full of boredom and only very slight curiosity. The runner pulled his hood down and walked up to the other, tossing him the bag, which the smoking man caught with ease.
“It’s not much. I sorta got jumped and had to get the hell out fast, but it’s what you wanted basically. I got a couple packages of cigarettes, a Monster, a Four Loco and some chips.”
“You couldn’t get more?”
“Fucking ass! I told you I got jumped! It was either take that and leave, or stay and die, meaning you wouldn’t have gotten shit then and would die in like two days without me!”
The darker haired man shrugged, thoroughly pissing off the shorter one.
“What the fuck, Lance!? You’re a no good motherfucker! I aught’a just leave!”
“Oh shut it, David. We wouldn’t survive three days apart. Now sit your ass down, you look like you’ve been runnin’ nonstop for a mile now.”
“Because I fucking have been!” David hissed as he fell onto the bed and just laid there. Lance stood and headed for the kitchen.
“Thanks.” He mumbled as he left, not really caring if the other man heard or not.
David heard, but chose not to reply. He was too tired to talk anymore. Instead, he shut his eyes and decided a nap would be just perfect.
--
“David! Wake up!”
David jumped, suddenly quite awake, and fell off the side of the bed. “What?! Whas goin’ on!?” He stumbled to his feet, looking around quickly. Lance ran past him to the window, “We gotta go! Now!”
“Why?!”
“NOW!”
David tripped his way to the window, climbing out right after Lance as they hurriedly crossed the makeshift balcony toward the ladder.
“Dude?! What the hell’s going on!?”
“I fucked up, okay? Several of those freaks got into the apartment.”
“Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“I’m sorry alright?! Jesus Christ it’s not like I did it on purpose!”
By now, both were around half-way down the ladder. Several infected suddenly appeared at the window, a few falling out and falling between the small gap between buildings.
The men dropped down onto the rooftop of the shorter building, each looking around for anymore infected.
“Now what?” David snapped, giving Lance a dirty look, “We’ve got nowhere to go!”
“I said I was sorry alright? Fuck.”
“Did you grab a gun, at least?”
“No, I left it in the living room. Where’s yours?”
“Goddammit! I left mine next to the bed!”
“Perfect.”
David let out an angry yell, followed shortly by, “We are so fucked!”
“No sense in just standing here and bitching about it.” Lance mumbled as he headed toward the opposite end of the building. David followed angrily.
They journeyed down another ladder and into an alley, moving quickly but silently.
“Where are we going?” David asked.
“See those tall buildings a few blocks over? They’re businesses. There’s bound to be somewhere safe to hide there.”
“How are we getting there? We have no weapons!”
Lance stopped, David nearly colliding with him as the taller of the two looked around, searching for anything in the alley that could be used as a weapon. He noticed a pile of pipes laying against a wall and headed for it, David following close behind.
He picked one up, examining it. David frowned, “Pipes? What the hell are we gonna do with pipes?”
“Hit zombies, obviously.”
“You’re not supposed to fucking hit them! You’re supposed to shoot them! We could catch the infection if we get their blood in our mouths or eyes or an open wound, dumbass.” David hissed.
Lance gave a nonchalant shrug, “Okay. You shoot them, I’ll hit them.”
“I don’t have a gun!”
“Exactly. Now quit your bitching and pick up a pipe.”
David growled, furious and resisting the urge to knock Lance’s teeth out. Still, he picked up a pipe of his own and began following Lance again.
--
They were nearly there, a doorway was in sight, and they had a clear shot. Their weapons were bloody, along with their clothing, and both were panting.
A wide grin spread across David’s face, “We’re nearly there!”
“Don’t jinx us.” Lance grumbled as they slipped into the building, “We still have to find a place to hide.”
“Right, right.” David agreed with a nod.
The lobby was huge and covered in white granite, most of which was now red. The fountain in the middle was no longer flowing and the water was a murky maroon color. They tiptoed through the room and headed for a hallway off to the right.
“Should we stay on the first floor, or get higher?”
“We try the first for now. No sense in getting ourselves trapped on a higher floor if we can help it.”
They crept through the hall, checking doors silently. It was easy enough to open up a door, glance inside and quickly but quietly close it before any infected inside noticed.
As they neared the end of the hallway they noticed several infected standing in a stairwell. Lance stopped, David following suit.
“There’s at least four. I don’t wanna risk taking on that many at once.” Lance whispered. David nodded, slowly backing up.
A noise from behind them, most likely one of the other infected knocking over something in a room, alerted the infected in the stairwell. Their dead eyes locked onto the two fresh targets and they began running toward them seconds later.
Except, suddenly there were six.
“Fuck!” Lance cursed as he turned and ran past David, “Let’s go!”
They ran back down the hallway and into the other, Lance knowing that there should be a staircase in this one as well.
Behind them, the group of six added another member from a room with an open door as they all chased after dinner.
Dinner easily knocked another infected out of its route and finally found the second stairwell.
“I fucking hate stairs!” David yelled as they began their climb.
“Maybe you could ask our new friends to point you toward the elevator?” Lance panted.
“I fucking hate you too!”
Though the lobby had been new, Lance could tell the building itself was very old. The walls were chipping and the metal stairs were rusted in places.
He wasn’t entirely surprised when he heard a section collapse not too far behind him, probably due to the combined weight of the infected.
David, however, was much more surprised when the floor beneath his feet suddenly gave way. He fell, his upper body hitting a section of stairs that had not collapsed. He dug his fingers into the grate to keep himself from slipping anymore, though now everything below his armpits was hanging. The infected behind him hit the ground below him, most getting back up.
“Fuck.” He muttered. There was no sense in yelling for Lance, that would only alert more zombies and Lance would never come back for him anyway.
Sure, they were friends, but they were also selfish pricks.
David sung his legs back and forth, attempting to create some sort of momentum so he could pull himself up.
A sudden, searing pain in his right ankle mad him yell. “AAAAHH FUCK!!”
He attempted to pull himself up and away from the pain, but it pulled him down. ‘This is it.’ He realized. ‘I’m going to die here in this fucking stairwell.’
He wasn’t expecting two strong hands to grab his shoulders and two strong arms pull him to safety.
“Dammit David.” Lance cursed, “Get your ass in gear!”
David muttered a quick ‘thanks’ and got to his feet, climbing more stairs.
A sign with the number “3” on it informed them that this was the third floor. They left the staircase behind them and walked out into the new hallway. David let Lance take the lead, as he was now the only one with a weapon, and limped behind him.
Lance yanked open the third door, seeing two infected inside, and decided this would have to do. They charged him. He struck the first one across the temple with as much force as he could, sending the sick man away several feet. The woman was next. He hit her across the jaw, nearly knocking it off. She only stumbled backward, however, so he raised the pipe above his head and brought it down hard on hers. She dropped, blood painting his shirt and the floor, and did not move.
“Get in.” Lance instructed to David as he dragged the dead woman into the hallway and left her in front of the doorway.
The sick man rolled over and attempted to stand, but a blow to the back of the head finished him and Lance left him lying on top of the woman before shutting the door.
Lance and David quickly dragged a desk and some chairs to block the door before collapsing against the opposite wall, completely drained.
“… You came back for me.” David whispered. He was still shocked.
Lance shrugged, “Yeah, well, what are friends for?”
“I thought you said it was all for one and one for all?”
“You’re the one who went out and got me cigarettes today.”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“I had a gun and the advantage.”
“It’s not different.”
“Whatever….”
Lance let out a small hiss of laughter, “Look, we’re all we’ve got in this fucked up new world. I’d rather not have to be alone.”
David nodded, secretly feeling a little more secure, though he knew it really wouldn’t matter now.
“Next time though, I’m leavin’ your sorry ass, so don’t do it again, okay?”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“Why’s ‘at?”
David lifted his leg, exposing the ripped and blood stained cloth near his ankle and deep scratches in his flesh.
Lance sighed, “Fuck man.”
David gave a pitiful grin, “Hurts like a mother.”
“Looks like it.”
He let his foot drop and his head fall against the wall, “Looks like you’re gonna be alone after all.”
“I don’t really like the thought, I’ll tell you right now.”
“Me either. Sorry man.”
“Not your fault.”
David gave a shrug.
“… Any regrets?”
“Mm… Just one.”
“Care to share?”
“Promise not to laugh?”
“I’m an ass, but I’m not a complete dick.”
David gave a humorless laugh, “’Kay. I totally didn’t wanna die a virgin.”
“… Are you serious?”
“Yes I’m serious you prick.”
“You’re twenty-fucking-three. Why the hell are you still a virgin? Savin’ it?”
“It ain’t by choice you fucker! In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly friendly.”
“Went ‘n scared ‘em all off, huh?”
“Shut the hell up. I have more fun with parkour anyway. What about you? How much tail you had?”
“Couple girls a month at least.”
“Fucking how?!”
“I’m a smooth talker, you know that.”
“God dammit I hate you.”
Lance smirked, suddenly moving and leaning over David, the smaller man now trapped between his friend and the wall.
“Hey! The fuck you think you’re doing, faggot?!” David cursed. Lance leaned down, his elbows pressed against the wall on either side of David’s head, “C’mon, you don’t wanna die a virgin, do ya?”
David’s eyes widened, “You’re kiddin’.”
“I’m not.” Lance clarified, leaning a little closer. David pressed himself against the wall and gave a dirty glare, “Don’t you fucking touch me you queer!”
Lance suddenly frowned; quickly nailing David in the stomach, knocking the wind out of the smaller male and making him double over. Lance grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall above his head. David gasped and coughed, trying to regain his breath.
“You call me queer again and it’s gonna be a lot worse for you, understand?”
“Lance!” David coughed. Lance roughly forced his lips against his younger companion’s. David began struggling, twisting his torso, yanking his arms and kicking his legs, desperately trying to find a way to harm the overpowering male.
Lance broke the kiss and moved his attention to David’s neck, which he promptly began biting and licking.
“Stop that you fucking faggot!” David yelled as he struggled. Lance only pressed himself harder against the young man. He bit down harder than necessary on an area of flesh, drawing a loud curse from his companion.
“Agh! Goddamn queer!”
Lance suddenly drew back and knocked David across the jaw, stunning him.
“What did I tell you about the queer comments?”
David let out a rather pathetic whimper before he could stop himself. He quickly tried to redeem himself by giving Lance a hate filled glare, then an arrogant smirk, “Well, whatever. You just fucked yourself over anyway, dumbass! I’m infected, and now so are you!”
“You honestly think I don’t know that?” Lance said blankly. David’s face fell, “What?”
“I told you before; we won’t last three days apart. I figure I’m killing two birds with one stone. I sure as hell don’t want to be alone, nor do I want to be torn into by one of those freaks, and I can get laid one last time before I die. Everybody wins.”
“How is that a win for me!?”
“You said you didn’t wanna die a virgin.”
“This is not what I meant and you know it!”
Lance shrugged, “I honestly don’t care. You can either resist and be raped, or relax and enjoy yourself.”
“How am I supposed to enjoy myself when you’re forcing this on me?!”
Lance gave him a look, “Listen, I’m good at this. You could’ve asked any woman I ever been with. If you’d stop being a whiny bitch I’m sure I could make it nearly painless for you.”
David said nothing, glare barely wavering even as Lance went back to devouring his neck. The taller man moved lower, nudging the hoody out of the way so he could lightly bite into the pale skin between the shoulder and neck. David suddenly twitched and gasped, drawing a smirk from Lance.
“Ah, so there’s your spot. If you’d just consent, I could make this so good for you.” He whispered the last sentence. A shudder crawled up David’s spine, much to his dismay, “Gay sex hurts. There’s nothing good about it. It’s disgusting.”
“It only hurts at first, I promise. Come on, David, you’re only making this harder on yourself. This is happening one way or another, so why not just consent to it? I could rock your world, ya know.”
David let out a shaky sigh when Lance placed a kiss in the same spot as earlier, “This is wrong.”
“Who cares? The world basically ended last week. There’s no one around to give a fuck anymore.”
“God gives a fuck.”
“Tch. Please. You and I both know we don’t believe in him.” Lance said, placing a slightly harder bite on the same spot. David whimpered and shivered, “Okay, okay… Fine. Just, get it over with.”
-
Lance smirked, “My pleasure. I’m going to let your arms go. I’m sure you know that it would be in your best interest not to try anything.”
David gave a small nod and Lance released his grip on thin wrists. David let his arms drop, resting his hands against the floor as Lance slid his own hands under David’s hoody. He felt the fabric of David’s white shirt and quickly slipped beneath it, frowning when he realized how thin the other man was.
“Don’t you ever eat?”
“We hang out all the damn time, you know I eat a shit ton. I just run it off.” David muttered irritably. Lance gave a quick nod and took his hands out from under the hoody, using one to quickly pull down the zipper in front.
“Hey!” David snapped, “You are not undressing me!!”
“Relax.” Lance soothed, voice smooth, “I’m just getting this out of the way.”
David said nothing more as Lance opened his hoody and lifted his black t-shirt, exposing his chest. Lance leaned down and took a nipple between his teeth, drawing a hiss from the other man.
“I’m not a fucking girl and this isn’t romantic. Quit screwing around and get it over with!” David snapped. Lance smirked up at him, “I just thought I shouldn’t move too fast for the innocent little virgin.”
“Fuck you, qu-!” David stopped himself, biting his lip to keep from speaking the rest of the forbidden word.
“Good. You’re learning.” Lance said with a mean grin, tangling a hand in light brown hair and smashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. David squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t move.
A growl sounded from Lance’s throat and he added more pressure to the kiss. David complied and returned to unwanted lip contact. The taller man eased up on the pressure but kept their lips together for several more seconds, savoring the moment.
Oh how he’d waited so long for this moment.
Their lips parted and both were left panting. David quickly looked away, refusing eye contact.
Lance ignored this and instead focused his attention on David’s pants. He quickly unbuttoned them and pulled them downward.
“Lift your hips.” He instructed. David paused, looking as though he might argue, but eventually did as told. Lance quickly pulled them the rest of the way, taking off David’s shoes in order to rid him of his pants completely.
The older male looked over the smaller body. The only items left on it were a pair of socks, a black t-shirt that was still exposing a smooth stomach, and a hoody.
“You look good enough ta eat.” Lance said with a smirk. David immediately snapped his legs shut without a word. Lance chuckled, slipping his hands between David’s knees and easily pulling them apart, situating them on either side of him. He wiped his fingers on his shirt, removing dried blood. He pressed them to David’s lips and was met with a disgusted look.
“Suck.” He commanded.
“No.”
“Why not? You’re already infected.”
“That’s sick.”
Without batting an eye, Lance reached down and gave a hard pinch to the inside of David’s thigh. The smaller man reacted instantly, letting out a loud yelp and jerking his hips away from the pain. Lance quickly forced his fingers inside the moist cavern and gently rubbed at the abused flesh with his other hand, “Simply complying the first time would make things a lot easier on you.”
David let out a low growl as he obediently sucked on the offending digits.
Lance watched him with a lust filled gaze, enjoying every second of his domination over such an uncontrollable spirit.
He removed his fingers and placed them at David’s entrance. The other immediately tensed up, looking away again and squeezing his eyes shut.
Lance sighed, “It’s easier if you relax.”
David said nothing.
Feeling only a little guilty, Lance reached out with his other hand and began stroking his friend’s shaft.
Very slowly, David grew hard and relaxed more. Lance took to kissing and nipping at the spot on his neck as he carefully slipped one finger inside. David gasped and tried to pull away, but he couldn’t go far.
He slowly relaxed to the intrusion and Lance was able to add a second, then eventually a third. He thrust them in and out, gently scissoring them, trying to prep David as best he could. He buried them deep inside and rubbed against a spot that made David arch his back and whine.
Lance closed his eyes, concentrating on each task as he listened to David’s pants increase in pitch.
David’s back began to arch, the pants growing louder and faster. Lance knew he was close.
“Say my name.” He whispered in his ear. David whimpered. Lance repeated the command.
“…Lance.” David whispered.
“Again.”
“Lance.” A little louder this time.
“You can do better than that.”
Two hands finally moved from the floor and gripped Lance’s shoulders, “Lance.” David panted, squeezing the fabric of his shirt. His back arched and his head fell back against the wall. “Lance!” He moaned loudly, spilling his seed all over his stomach and Lance’s hand. He tensed for several seconds as Lance continued to stroke him, before he finally let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding and fell limp.
Lance chuckled, “See? That wasn’t so bad.”
David let out a small groan before replying, “So, we’re done then?”
“Hell no. Unbutton my pants.”
David did as instructed, no longer willing to argue so much. He quickly undid the button and pulled his pants down a few inches, freeing Lance’s hardened member.
“Oh god…” David groaned. “You have big hands, so I should’ve known…”
Lance chuckled as he used David’s seed to lubricate his own member, “Don’t worry. I’m good with this thing.”
“I hate you right now.”
“At what point did you stop hating me?”
David fell silent as Lance scooted forward on his knees and gently lifted David into his lap. The smaller man gripped the fabric on Lance’s shoulder’s again as he was slowly lowered. He gasped as the tip gently entered, then hissed when the head slipped inside.
“Just relax…” Lance soothed as he slowly slid deeper inside. He stopped once he was completely inside to allow time for his friend to adjust.
“Fuck Lance… How big are you?” David grunted, fingers clinching the shirt tightly.
“A little over seven inches.”
“Yeah? Well it feels like fucking ten. Take it out.”
“You’ll adjust.”
“No, really, it fucking hurts! Take it out.” He said through clinched teeth.
“I’m not going to do that.”
“Please.” He groaned, teeth still clinched, the foreign word feeling strange on his lips.
For a moment, Lance actually considered complying. He’d never heard David say please, or even really admit to being in pain. He’d refused to go to the hospital for broken bones on more than one occasion.
“David. I have been waiting eight years for this. I won’t get another chance. I’m not stopping.” He said simply.
David let out a shaky breath and quickly sucked another in, “Eight years huh? You’re more patient than most.” At this point he was attempting conversation in the hopes that it would distract him from the pain.
“Why the hell do you think I’ve put up with you for so damn long? You’re not very easy to get along with.”
“Heh, I s’pose not… Fuck this hurts Lance…”
Lance bit his lip. Seeing David’s face screwed up in pain wasn’t the most attractive site.
“Lean back against the wall and open your legs wider; that might help. You can grip my jeans if you need to.”
David nodded as he slowly leaned backward until he felt the wall pressing against his back. He moved his legs and splayed them a little wider, no longer caring that he was completely exposing himself. He reached down and gripped the fabric of Lance’s jeans tightly, letting out slow steady breaths.
Lance looked over the amazing body in front of him. Though he was thin, David was incredibly fit due to all the exercise. It was almost an odd sight; seeing David looking so vulnerable.
The David he was currently buried inside was the same David who only a few months back took a bad spill off of a building a had to be forced to go to the hospital, refusing to cry the entire way and later finding out he compressed and cracked three vertebrae.
“Okay… Move a little.” David whispered. Lance gently rocked his hips forward, pulling a hiss from the smaller body.
“Need more time?”
“No. Keep going.”
Lance knew he was lying, but he didn’t care to call him on it at the moment. He rocked his hips back and forth slowly, gently gripping smooth hips to steady himself. He aimed for that special spot in the hopes that it would lessen the pain.
David suddenly gasped, “Right there! Hit there again…”
Lance aimed for the same spot and rolled his hips, drawing a loud moan out of David.
Taking this as a positive, Lance slowly pulled a few inches out and slid back in, drawing a whimper. He repeated this action several times, every few thrusts pulling out a little further.
Eventually he was sliding nearly all the way out and slowly going back in.
“You can go a little faster now.” David mumbled shakily. The speed slowly increased until Lance was moving in and out at a brisk pace.
He alternated between thrusting and rotating his hips, knowing full well that it would drive David mad.
David was grunting and groaning through clinched teeth at everything Lance did.
“It’s okay to make noise.” Lance commented, “Who doesn’t like a little racket in the sack?”
David whimpered, shaking his head.
“Is it a pride thing?”
David nodded. Lance gave a small laugh, “You know there’s no one here who will judge you.”
He paused, rolling his hips again. David let out a surprisingly loud moan and rolled his hips as well. Lance smirked, rotating his hips and relishing in the noises he forced from the other.
Soon enough, David was writhing, whimpering, panting, moaning and mewling over what Lance was doing to him. The dominant male reached between them and wrapped his hand around David’s hardened member, pumping as best he could in time with his thrusts.
“I’m really close… We have to come together, okay?” Lance grunted. David gave a quick nod as he moaned and his back began arching more.
Lance quickened the pace, not even bothering to aim anymore. David’s noises grew louder and quicker until he suddenly arched higher than before and moaned the dominant male’s name loudly, spilling his seed on their stomachs.
Lance didn’t make it much longer. The walls suddenly tightened and quickly threw him over the edge as well, filling David with his essence. He slowed his thrusts and his pumps, trying to draw out their shared moment of completion for as long as possible.
Eventually, they both came down off their high and fell limp against the wall.
“Oh fuck… That was good…” David mumbled.
“I told you… I’m amazing.”
David nodded in agreement.
Lance moved to pull out, but David stopped him, “No, stay inside… Can you image the look on someone’s face when they find us like this? As zombies? Fucking awesome.”
Lance let out a laugh. That was David for you.
