Purple Paradise

Infatuated Infected B3

2010-12-10T16:14:00.000-06:00

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.

Animal In Me

2010-12-07T18:39:00.001-06:00

If there was something I could be
That was anything but me
I would not be a dog
or a frog, or a hog

A wild thing I would be
Running free through the trees
In the woods, in the snow
Free in a world that will never cease to grow

My fur would be thick
My feet could crush sticks
My silvery mane
Would be anything but plain

My howl would cast fear
Into anyone who could hear
My eyes would pierce the night
And send animals running in fright

My teeth would be strong
My voice like a song
Ringing through the air
And traveling everywhere

My body would be large
Always ready to charge
In case of a threat
I would not break a sweat

My beauty and grace
Would leave all else in disgrace
My strength and smarts
Inspirations for great works of art

If I could be
Anything but me
I think I would have to be
A wolf.

Infatuated Infected B2

2010-12-02T17:35:00.000-06:00

1 week after initial infection

Nathan stretched and yawned before going limp again with his arm resting on the body curled up against him. He looked down at a head of golden blonde hair that was nestled against his chest, a thin arm thrown over his stomach and a perfect body pressed against his side. He lightly shook a pale shoulder, “Babe? C’mon it’s like eleven we have to get up.”

“Mmmm!” Tyler whined loudly, curling in tighter. Nathan pushed at his shoulder, “Come on, we need to get up.”

“Nnnn.” Tyler whined again, unmoving.

“Tyler.”

“Whyyyyy do we have to get up? We’re not going anywhere.” Tyler muttered. Nathan sighed and starting sitting up, forcing the blonde to roll off and curl up in blankets instead.

“Fine. You can sleep in, but I’m hungry so I’m going to make us some breakfast.”

“Your cooking sucks.” Tyler proclaimed from under the blanket.

“I know. It’s absolutely terrible.” Nathan confirmed. Tyler let out an over-exaggerated sigh and threw the covers off, sitting up moments later, “You’re lucky I’m a nice person.” Tyler muttered as he climbed out of bed and began gathering the clothes that had been haphazardly thrown across the room the night before. Nathan smiled, “I love you.”

Tyler muttered something along the lines of ‘yeah, yeah, I love you too’ as he slipped on a pair of briefs followed by pajama bottoms and a blank shirt.

“That’s my shirt.” Nathan said.

“I know.” Tyler replied as he stumbled out of the bedroom.

Nathan rolled his eyes, a grin on his face, as he got out of bed and put on a pair of boxers, leaving the room moments later.

In the kitchen Tyler tossed a pan on the stove and went to the fridge, pulling out eggs and bacon. Nathan walked in behind him, watching the blonde with interest. He breached the entryway and entered the small kitchen, easily coming up behind Tyler in a few steps and wrapping his arms around a lithe waist.

Tyler chuckled and sat the items in his arms down on the table, “Hey you.”

“Hey.”

The shorter man turned and wrapped his arms around Nathan’s neck. The two met for a messy kiss.

When they parted, Tyler made a playfully grossed-out face, “Yuck, morning breath.”

“You’re no better.”

“Whatever. I’m perfect.” Tyler joked with a smile, playfully pushing Nathan’s face away from his own.

Nathan left the kitchen and walked into the living room, grabbing the remote as he plopped down on the couch. He turned the TV on, a commercial for DirecTV filling the screen. He flipped through the channels, settling on Comedy Central where a rerun of Scrubs was on.

“Oh I love Scrubs!” Tyler said as he walked into the living room and leaned over the back of the couch, wrapping his arms loosely around Nathan’s neck.

“Shouldn’t you be making me breakfast?” Nathan said playfully, receiving a light smack on the head.

“You’ll be making your own damn breakfast if you keep that attitude, mister.” Tyler replied just as playfully. Nathan looked up at him, feigning hurt, “I’m sorry.”

Tyler grinned and leaned down, “That’s much better. I love you.”

“Love you too.” Their lips connected in a quick kiss before Tyler wandered back into the kitchen.

Around fifteen minutes later the couple sat on the couch together, each with a plate of bacon, eggs and toast.

Tyler leaned over and snatched the remote from the coffee table.

“Oi! We like Scrubs!”

“I wanna check the news.” Tyler said as he changed the channel.

They watched quietly, slowly devouring their breakfast, as a news anchor filled them in on recent happenings. The biggest news still seemed to be the virus that was running rampant across the country.

“It’s getting worse…”

“It’s always darkest before dawn.”

“Since when were you the optimistic one?”

Nathan shrugged, “Just trying to help.”

Tyler gave him an odd look when the phone rang.

“I got it.” The blonde said as he reached over to the end table, grabbing the noisy white device, reading the caller ID in the process. He smiled, “It’s mom and dad. …Hello?”

“T-Tyler?” Came a shaky voice.

“Dad? What’s up? Are you okay?”

“Tyler, I love you.”

“I love you too, Dad. Is everything okay?”

“And your mother loves you.”

“I love her too. Dad, what’s-?”

The phone clicked and the line fell silent.

“…He hung up…” Tyler said, voice full of worry.

“What’d he say?”

“Just that he and mom love me.”

The two shared a look, eyes connecting for about two seconds before Nathan suddenly handed Tyler his plate and bolted for the bedroom. Tyler quickly headed for the kitchen, intent on just throwing the food away, but a weird instinct said ‘save it for later’ so he just put both plates in the fridge instead.

Nathan came stumbling out of the bedroom moments later, pants on and pulling a shirt over his head. He handed his lover a pair of jeans as they both ran out the door.

Tyler put his jeans on while they waited for the elevator, neither of which took long, and soon enough they were both out of the apartment building and heading for Nathan’s truck.

The streets were fairly empty as they drove toward a residential area on the other side of town where Tyler’s parents lived.

“Look, when we get there, I want you to wait in the car, okay?”

“But-!”

“Just do it, okay? Please.”

The blonde looked like he would argue, but just sighed and leaned back into the seat, “Fine…”

“I’m sorry. But, if something’s going on, then I don’t want you in the middle of it, and I’m sure they wouldn’t either, and, if something’s already happened… Then I don’t want you to see it.”

Tyler took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled slowly, nerves eating away at his insides. He closed his eyes and silently prayed that everything would be okay.

In less than twenty minutes they were parked outside a simple white house with a rose garden in front and a very old swing-set in back. Tyler’s chest hurt looking at it.

“Wait here, okay?” Nathan said as he reached across the seat and opened the glove-compartment, pulling out a pistol and handing it to Tyler, “And if anyone messes with you, shoot them.”

Any other time, the younger man would have argued, but he simply didn’t feel like it at the moment, “Shouldn’t you take a weapon?”

Nathan pulled a large machete out from underneath his seat and climbed out of the truck.

The house looked normal on the outside and the door was locked when he tried it. He walked across the porch to the swinging bench, lifting one leg and feeling around inside the hollow area, pulling a metal key from the magnet a few centimeters inside.

He got the door open in a matter of seconds, pocketing the key as he stepped inside.

He was met with darkness, the only light filtering in from incredibly clean windows.

“Mom? Dad?” He called. They’d always insisted he call them that, rather than by their names.

The house was silent. Not a simple quiet silence, but a deafening silence. There was nothing making noise. An annoying roar filled Nathan’s ears, caused by the crushing silence and coming from his own inner ear, making it difficult to hear anything else.

He moved quietly through the house, checking rooms as he went. The living room, kitchen and dining room were empty, along with the downstairs bathroom. He went upstairs next.

The guest room was empty, along with the small bathroom. He took a moment to step into Tyler’s old room and look around. He’d been in here dozens of times, but it always made him smile.

The light blue walls were lined with images of boy bands and a few vintage posters. Knick-knacks were all over the desk and wardrobe, mostly little animal statues. The room itself was very clean and mess-free. Both Tyler and his mother had a habit of keeping things so clean it would make a germophobe uncomfortable.

Nathan finally moved on toward the last room in the house; the master bedroom. A few steps from the slightly open door a terrible stench met his nose. He felt himself gag a little, but did not vomit. A nasty feeling brewed in the pit of his stomach as he inched ever closer, gripping the machete tightly. He was right outside the door, reaching to open it, when a little voice in the back of his mind spoke up.

‘They’re dead.’ It said, ‘You know they are. Don’t look, it will just make it that much more real. Just leave.’

‘What will I tell Tyler? What if he wants to come see for himself?’

‘Don’t let him see, just leave.’

‘I can’t.’ Nathan swallowed roughly, gathering as much courage as possible and finally pushing the door open.

“Oh God.” He moaned as he quickly turned away and leaned on the door for support, putting a hand over his mouth and swallowing several time to keep from spilling what-little he’d had for breakfast that morning all over the floor. He took several deep breaths, the stench making it a little difficult, before finally standing and turning back around to face the carnage.

He didn’t look long, just enough to take in the scene before bolting.

As he ran down the stairs and toward the safety of anywhere but inside the house, the images of what he’d seen flashed through his mind.

Tyler’s mother, laying in a pool of blood, half her face blown away and a chunk of skin in her mouth.

Tyler’s father, leaning against the wall, most of his head all over the wall thanks to the gun in his lap and an area of flesh missing in his arm.

Nathan practically threw the door open as he stumbled outside, stopping on the porch to breath in fresh air and compose himself before having to deal with Tyler.

Eventually, he found himself opening the door and climbing back into the driver’s seat.

“Where are my parents? Are they okay?”

Nathan had been an Atheist most of his life. Tyler’s parents, however, were a decently religious couple who often attended Sunday church. Tyler wasn’t quite so religious, rarely praying or mentioning God and very rarely attending church, but he still believed.

This was why Nathan found himself replying with, “They’re in a better place now.”

Tyler paused, taking in this information, before taking a deep breath and reaching for the door handle, “I need to see.”

“No!” Nathan yelled a little too loudly, “No. You don’t need to see.” He said as he grabbed Tyler’s hand, “Please, stay.”

“But-”

“Love, your parents aren’t in there anymore. They’re gone. Please just stay in here.”

Tyler gave a small whimper, but nodded and scooted across the seat to lean against Nathan as the dark haired male pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed 911.

It went straight to voice mail. He tried again. Same thing. Twice more. Nothing changed.

He sighed and put the phone away. In the distance he heard sirens moving closer, but he knew they were not for them.

The image of Tyler’s mother, flesh in her teeth, came rushing back to his mind.

The world was going to hell because of some virus that caused people to become violent and incoherent.

Suddenly, everything clicked.

Zombies.

Nathan shut his eyes, trying to tell himself how stupid and unbelievable that was.

But it fit.

“Fuck.” He muttered.

“What’s wrong?”

“911 isn’t answering.”

“What’re we gonna do?” Tyler asked. He sounded scared, heart-broken and lost, something Nathan was not used to.

“We’re going to go back to the apartment first off. After that, we may try to leave. I’m not sure yet.”

“Why would we need to leave?”

“If I told you, you’d call me crazy.”

Tyler gave him a half-hearted glare, “You know me better than that.”

Nathan thought it over a few seconds before relenting, “This virus is going to kill us all. There’s no way anyone’s going to be able to stop it in time.”

“How do you know that?”

“I don’t, but that doesn’t change my mind.”

Tyler slowly nodded, “Okay. I trust you. Should we try to go to the store first? To stock up?”

Nathan started his truck, “We’ll check the highway to see about traffic, then go by the store. If things aren’t crowded, we may try to leave the city.” He put it in drive and pressed his foot to the gas pedal, the older vehicle moving forward just a moment later.

“Shouldn’t we just stay inside and wait it out?”

“I’d like to try to get out of the city, if possible, and hold up somewhere less populated.”

Tyler slowly nodded, “Okay. That sounds fine. What about weapons?”

“We have some.”

Tyler gave him an odd look, “Where?”

‘Shit.’ Nathan though as he realized what he’d just admitted to. “… Um, there’s two under the bed, one behind the TV, a couple in the kitchen and bathroom…”

“Since when?!”

Nathan shrugged.

They topped a hill and the highway came into view. Cars were lined up for miles along the two lines heading out of the city. “Looks like we’re staying.” Tyler mumbled.

“Best head to the store then.”

He turned west down a side road.

Within minutes they passed by the main store. The parking lot was crowded, many people circling looking for a spot, while others were running in and out of the front doors, many with armloads of sacks.

Nathan stopped the vehicle and put it in park.

“We’re in the middle of the road! And there’s no way we’re getting in and out of there in less than a few minutes.”

“We’re not. I am. You’re going to circle the block until I come back.” Nathan said as he climbed out of the running vehicle.

“What? Why don’t I just go in?”

“Because you’re too nice.” He slammed the door and walked around the back and toward the store front. He could practically feel Tyler’s eyes roll as the vehicle shifted gears and pulled away.

Nathan jogged up and ducked past people and through the doors. Inside, he noticed that many of the shelves were bare. The store was in total chaos. Some were attempting to pay; others were simply running out the door, arms full of food items.

He knew very quickly that he and Tyler would need to find another place to get any more food.

He headed for the back isle where bread was located. Empty.

He checked soups next and managed to grab a couple of cans of Chicken Noodle. Next he found some small bags of chips and took them; Doritos and Baked Lays.

He glanced at a couple more isles, grabbing peanut butter, but finding nothing else.

He walked right past the cashier and out the door, uncaring.

The world was ending dammit, he didn’t have time to stop and fucking pay.

He waited by the curb for only a few minutes when Tyler pulled up. He jumped into the truck quickly and sat the items down in the middle seat.

“Is that all you got?”

“Wasn’t anything else.”

“It didn’t take you long to pay.”

“You know I didn’t pay.”

“Yeah, but I thought I’d make sure.” Tyler said with a sigh as he sped away. “Back to the apartment?”

“No. We’re going to stop by that little out of the way place that I’m sure most of the city doesn’t even know about.”

“Howard’s Gas and Grill?”

“Yup.”

“Ugh. I hate that place.”

“It might be our best bet.”

Tyler mumbled something irritably as he slowed to a stop.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“The light is red.”

Nathan gave him an annoyed look, “The world is going crazy, people are dying, I just robbed a store, and you want to stop at a red light?”

Tyler looked at him blankly a few seconds before bursting into tears, shocking Nathan.

“Oh my god, Tyler, I’m so sorry!” He said putting a hand on his lover’s shoulder. Tyler glared at him, “My parents are dead and my whole world has been turned upside down in less than an hour. This fucking red light is the only shred of normalcy I have left at the moment. Let me fucking have it.”

“O-okay. I’m sorry.” Nathan stuttered. Tyler sniffled a couple of times before looking ahead, “Thank you.”

The light turned and Tyler slowly pulled forward before hitting the gas and speeding through the intersection. They made a right at the next light, then a left after that. Soon they were in the older and more run down area of town, the small convenience store coming into view within moments.

The streets, the houses, the store; all silent.

“I really hate this part of town.”

“I know, but we need food if we’re going to last.”

“But does it have to be from here?”

“Pull over. I’ll get out.” Nathan said, choosing to simply ignore the question. Tyler pulled into the parking lot and halted the vehicle.

“Stay put. I’ll be out soon enough.”

Tyler nodded as Nathan opened his door and began getting out. As soon as his feet hit pavement, he had a thought and jumped back into the truck, pulling Tyler in for a kiss.

“I love you.” Nathan said when they parted. Tyler gave a small smile, “I love you too.”

“I’ll be quick.” He jumped out of the vehicle a second time, grabbing his machete on the way.

The doors were unlocked. He stepped through them and into the dimply lit store. The shelves were full of items and nothing looked out of place.

The people in this area either got the hell outta dodge, or were wiped out quickly.

He stayed quiet as he grabbed a basket near the door, heading to a back shelf were some bread was located. He put three loaves into the basket, then went to the freezers and got milk. He took the basket to the front and set it on the counter to grab later, picking up another basket and going to a different aisle.

He was looking at cans of soup when a noise grabbed his attention. To his left was movement just on the other side of the isle. He set the basket down and held his machete out in front.

A man stumbled across the aisle, clothing and face covered in blood and a dead look in his eyes. Nathan tightened his grip, “I’m giving you one warning.” He spoke steadily, “If you come near me, I will kill you.”

The man growled and snarled and ran at him. Nathan quickly lowered himself and plunged the small sword forward, piercing the man’s chest. He quickly yanked it back out and shoved the man away with more force than necessary. The man fell to the floor, rolling around and hacking up blood before going limp and unmoving.

Nathan watched, waiting for him to get up again.

You couldn’t kill a zombie unless you hit its brain.

He waited. And waited. And waited.

Nothing.

Slowly, eyes still on the “dead” man, he tossed a few cans of soup into the basket and picked it up, exiting the aisle from the other side and grabbing some microwave meals from the freezer.

He went back to the counter, leaving the basket and grabbing another. A glance back down the aisle revealed that the man hadn’t moved.

Cautiously, he walked up and kicked the head.

Nothing.

This man was clearly dead.

Had he just killed a living man?

Yes, he realized. These were not zombies. They were just… infected.

They weren’t undead, just sick with some sort of super rabies.

He tossed this new information around in his head. Did it bother him that he’d just killed a living human being, and that he would more than likely have to kill more?

… No. It didn’t bother him at all.

Nathan headed back out to the truck after tossing a few more items into a basket. He put them in the backseat and sat down in his own seat, looking over at Tyler, who was just staring forward with a dazed look.

“…Do you want me to drive?”

Tyler gave a slow nod and climbed out of the truck, Nathan doing the same as they switched sides.

Minutes later they were on the road again, heading for the apartment.

“You’ve got blood on you.” Tyler spoke up from the passenger seat, sounding a little out of it.

“It’s not my blood.”

“Okay.”

Nathan cast him a worried look, “Are you okay, love?”

“… No. I’m really not.” Tyler replied, voice wavering. He gave a small whimper as Nathan reached over and twined their fingers.

“You need a shower.” Tyler commented as Nathan walked back into the apartment, the last of the food in his hands. Nathan glanced down at himself as he entered the kitchen, setting the bag down on the counter. The blood from the dead man covered much of his grey shirt and upper arms.

“Yeah, I suppose I do.”

He left the kitchen and headed to the bathroom, quickly ridding himself of clothing once he was inside. He started the water and looked over his appearance in the mirror.

A tired, worn out and blood covered man stared back. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, finding more dried blood.

“Awesome.” He muttered. He turned away from his reflection and stepped into the warm spray of water. He rinsed the blood from his arms, then ducked his head under to wash away what had gotten into his hair.

Nathan was only slightly startled when the shower door slid open, Tyler stepping in with him. He immediately pulled the lovely blonde into his arms, kissing him passionately.

He held his lover for several minutes, neither saying anything. Nathan finally relented. “Babe?”

“Mm?”

“Listen. I know you got picked on in high school for… being gay, and I know that’s why you think you can’t cry in front of anyone. But, I love you and I don’t think you’re weak or girly or anything like that, so if you need to cry, it’s okay. I won’t pick on you for it.”

A whimper came from Tyler, followed by a few shallow gasps, a small sob, then another, escalating until he was sobbing into Nathan’s neck.

Nathan held him close, running his hand through wet, long, golden blonde hair.

Tyler took the plates from the refrigerator and stuck them in the microwave, pressing the appropriate amount of time in on the key pad and pressing “Start.”

He could here Nathan working on the door in the living room. He walked out of the kitchen and leaned against the wall, watching his lover hammer a nail into a board pressed against the door.

“Shouldn’t we be able to leave?”

“We will. This board will lift and I’ll have a slot it will fit into next to the door.” Nathan clarified, almost proudly.

“That’s neat. Is there anything I can help with?”

“Not right now. I’ll need you to step outside with me in a moment though and watch my back while I rig up something that will let us in from the outside.”

“Okay. Lunch is almost ready. Why don’t you take a break and come eat with me?”

Nathan nodded and put the hammer down, standing up and walked toward Tyler, who entered the kitchen.

Minutes later, they were sitting on the couch together, watching Scrubs reruns and eating reheated breakfast.

“We won’t have TV much longer, will we?”

“No. Probably not electricity or running water either.”

“Wonderful.”

“We’ll get some buckets when we finish the door and fill them with water for later.”

Later that night, Nathan crawled into bed, exhausted, next to an already sleeping blonde. He smiled as he laid down and pulled the lithe body against his own, rousing the other slightly. Tyler made a soft noise and snuggled deeper into the embrace, muttering an ‘I love you’ before falling back into dream world.

Nathan gently kissed his forehead, replying with a love declaration of his own before closing his eyes and waiting for sleep to consume him as well.

Infatuated Infected B

2010-12-02T17:33:00.000-06:00

2 Years before infection

“What the hell?!” David yelled as he stormed toward Nathan, “I almost fucking fell you sunova bitch!”

“Well, you didn’t, now did you?” Nathan said with a nonchalant shrug. David growled and grabbed the taller boy’s black hoody, yanking him down, “I could have fucking died and it would have been your fault!”

Nathan gave a hate-filled glare, “I suggest you back off, little man.”

David snarled as he suddenly clocked his ‘friend’ across the jaw, letting go of the hoody as the dark haired boy took a few steps back in surprise, before throwing an attack of his own, fist landing against David’s stomach.

A full on fight ensued, the two boys falling to the floor as they wrestled and beat each other.

A few feet away, Lance was leaning against the railing of the rooftop, casually smoking a cigarette. Behind him was a four story drop to the cement of the alley below.

Earlier, David had been doing parkour and misjudged the distance, missing his mark and hanging from the edge by both hands.

Nathan had simply told him to pull himself up, not even moving from his spot on an air conditioning unit.

It had been Lance who quickly crossed the rooftop to pull David up before he slipped off and met his demise on the cold cement below.

Nathan slammed the brown haired boy against the concrete roof and raised a fist, preparing to finish the fight.

“You’re a selfish asswipe ya know that?!” David spat, “That’s why no one will ever love you! Your father didn’t even want you!”

“Shut up!” Nathan’s fist connected with the side of the smaller boy’s head with a loud crack.

Lance exhaled a puff of smoke and calmly put his cancer stick out against the rail, dropping the butt over the edge. “That’s enough.” He called out as he moved toward them. He pulled Nathan off and pushed him away as he reached down to help David up.

He held them apart and stood between them. Lance was easily the tallest of the group, standing over six feet tall, and had short, scruffy hair that was an almost black looking brown color.

Nathan, not much shorter than Lance, had thick, jet-black hair and cold blue eyes to match.

The shortest, David, was easily five inches smaller than Nathan and had very messy light brown hair.

“Look, it’s hot, we’re all a little tired and I’m sure it was just a misunderstanding.” Lance said in a bored tone. He honestly couldn’t care less, but if one ended up killing the other then he’d get in trouble, and he hated being in trouble. “Why don’t we just call it a day and meet back up later when everyone’s had time to cool off?”

“Misunderstanding my ass! He was gonna let me die!”

“Whatever.” Nathan rolled his eyes and turned away. Lance held David back as the other boy left the rooftop.

Nathan stumbled into the small diner, fully aware of the fact that he probably looked like shit, but he couldn’t possibly care less. He plopped down in a small booth near the back, flipping off an older man who gave him an odd look.

His head was pounding, his eye hurt, his lip stung and his jaw was sore. Currently, however, all he really wanted was something to eat.

“Oh my, you’re quite a sight.” A gentle voice said. Nathan looked up at the waiter. A boy, probably no older than eighteen, but no younger than sixteen, with golden blonde hair that was up in a short and messy ponytail, a few strands in front coming loose and falling in his face. His hazel eyes held a kind look and his pink lips were lifted into a friendly smile. He was shorter than Nathan and seemed almost petite, but perhaps not quite.

“Did you pick a fight with a truck?” The waiter asked jokingly. Nathan was going to sneer and snap something rude, but instead found himself simply saying, “A fight with my friend.”

“Goodness, I’m sorry.” The other replied, looking sincere. He sat a bowl of water with a rag in it on the table, along with a sandwich baggy with some ice in it. “I saw you when you came in, so I took the liberty of getting you a few things. I assume since you’re here you want something to eat as well?” He took a pad and pen from the pockets around his waist.

Nathan nodded, a little surprised at the hospitality, “Yeah, um… Could I just get some fries and a bowl of soup please? And a Pepsi?” When had he ever been so nice?

Concussion. That was it. He had a concussion.

“Sure thing. What kind of soup?”

“It doesn’t really matter.”

“You look like a vegetable stew kinda guy to me.”

“Actually, that’s sounds great. Thanks.” He gave a small smile. The waiter returned it tenfold, “Wonderful. I’ll get these right out.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course, hun.” The waiter turned away and headed for the counter, where he gave the piece of paper to a girl behind the counter, who then stuck it on a rotating wheel in a window behind her.

Nathan watched as the boy took a seat at the bar and chatted with the bartender. It was only then that he realized the blonde had been wearing a name tag, but he hadn’t read it.

He looked down at the items on the table. Sighing, he picked up the rag and rung it out over the bowl, using it to first wipe away the blood he knew was seeping from his swelling lip. He then dipped it back in the bowl, rang it out again and wiped his face, figuring it was probably covered in dirt as well.

Once that was done he opened the bag of ice and took out a large piece, putting it in his mouth to suck on and hopefully help the swelling in his lip, before closing the bag back up and holding it against his left eye, which he guessed was probably swelling too.

He sighed and let his eyes slip shut, resting his elbow on the table and head in his hand.

He found his thoughts wandering to the waiter. His voice, his smile, his eyes. He’d treated Nathan as a person too, unlike most people who took one look at his multiple piercings in his ears, dark eyeliner and black clothing and assumed he was a bad person.

Then again, most people would be right.

Still, it’s sort of nice to be treated as a person rather than a delinquent.

He wondered if he had a chance with this kid, then scolded himself as he realized he was probably too young. Nathan was twenty-one, and the boy couldn’t be older than eighteen, if that, meaning Nathan could get into serious trouble.

“Hey handsome, how ya feeling?”

Nathan opened his eyes. The waiter smiled down at him as he sat a small basket of fries, a glass of soda and a bowl of stew down on the table.

“Wow,” Nathan commented, “That was fast.”

“Sure was. Anything else I can get you?”

“… A little company?” Nathan was more than surprised that that had just come out of his mouth. The waiter gave a small laugh, “Sure thing.” He slid into the seat across from Nathan, “So, do you mind me asking what happened?”

Nathan put down the ice bag and picked up a ketchup bottle, squirting some into the basket beside the fries before pushing it toward the center of the table, indicating to the blonde that he was free to take some.

“I guess I was sort of being an asshole…”

“That doesn’t seem like a legitimate reason to beat the hell out of you.”

Nathan shrugged.

“What’s your name?”

“Nathan.”

The waiter smiled, holding out a hand over the table, “It’s nice to meet you Nathan, I’m Tyler.”

Nathan took the offered hand and shook, “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Sometime later, the fries were gone and the bowl of soup sat empty. Nathan smiled as Tyler told him about something that had happened in school some years ago. Normally, he couldn’t bring himself to give two shits about anything anyone else wanted to chat about, but he found himself strangely interested.

How long had they been talking now? Well over thirty minutes at the least. So far, there hadn’t been a dull or awkward moment.

Which was bad. Nathan knew he shouldn’t be interested in this kid. He could get into so much trouble.

“Well, it’s about time to close shop.”

This pulled Nathan from his thoughts. He checked his cell.

“It’s seven already?” They’d been talking for more than an hour.

“Time flies when you’re enjoying yourself, huh?”

“Yeah.” Nathan said as they stood. He noticed that he was a full head taller than the other boy. “How much do I owe?”

“Nothing. It’s on the house.”

“Wow, thanks.” Nathan said with an appreciative smile. Tyler gave him a big smile in return, “I like you. We should hang out sometime. Gimme your phone.”

Nathan nodded in agreement and pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to the perky blonde. Tyler played with it for a moment, clicking several buttons before handing it back, “Text me sometime when you wanna hang.”

“Um… I’m not really sure we should. People might get the wrong idea, ya know?”

Tyler looked confused and hurt, “Oh, you mean you’re not interested? I’m sorry, I thought that you-”

“No, it’s not that. I’m very interested, it’s just that I’m twenty-one and you’re like, what, seventeen? I’m pretty sure that’s against some sort of law.”

“Seventeen? No one ever guesses my age correctly…”

“Sixteen?”

Tyler shook his head.

“Eighteen?”

Tyler gave a small smile, making his right hand into a fist with his thumb pointing upward, gesturing up twice, the universal signal for ‘higher.’

“Nineteen?”

He gestured again.

“Twenty?”

“Well, now you’re in the right decade, but no.”

“Twenty-one?”

“Getting warmer.”

“Twenty-two?”

“Yup!” Tyler chirped with a large smile. Nathan’s jaw dropped, “You’re older than me?!”

“I guess so. Don’t worry though, I’ll let you top.” He said with a smirk and a wink. Nathan’s eyes widened, completely at a loss for words. Tyler giggled, “Relax! I’m just playing.” His smile dropped and suddenly he looked shy, “Unless you don’t want me to be, of course.”

“I… Uh…” Nathan felt his face heating up.

“I really like you.”

“I really like you too.”

Tyler smiled again, “Good!” He stood on his tip-toes and leaned closer, “Call me later, okay?” He placed a quick kiss on Nathan’s cheek before dropping and heading toward the counter.

Nathan watched for a few seconds, more than a little shocked, before pulling his wallet out and taking a five dollar bill from one of the folds, placing it on the table. He replaced his wallet and left the diner.

Pokemon

2010-08-12T22:36:00.052-05:00

Setting:

The Four Islands:
Made up of four islands connected via thin stripes of land that disappear during high tides. Each island is inhabited by different types of gijinka pokemon. The four islands are Dreary, Cloud, Thunder and Green.

Dreary Island:
Inhabited by mostly dark, ghost, fire, ground and steel pokemon. The second smallest of the islands. Mostly covered in dead forest, some mountains and many caves. The Doom pack rules over this island.

Cloud Island:
Inhabited by mostly flying, normal, water, ice and dragon pokemon. The largest of the four islands. The waters around this island are shallow with plenty of reefs. A large portion of the island is grassland. Part of the island is one very large plateau that is high enough to touch low clouds.

Thunder Island:
Inhabited by mostly electric, physic, fighting and rock pokemon. Slightly larger than Dreary Island. Mostly made up of mountains and forests. The Thunder Fang pack rules over this island.

Green Island:
Inhabited by mostly bug, poison and grass pokemon. The smallest of the islands. It is completely flat and covered in lush forests and grasslands.

Pokemon:

-Team 1-

Name: Orpheus
Species: Absol
Gender: Male
Personality: Serious
Ability: Pressure
Attacks: Perish Song, Faint Attack, Shadow Ball, Dark Pulse, Night Slash
Other:
-Bead on head is smaller than a normal Absol's.
-Scythe on head is larger than a normal Absol's.
-Likes quiet places.
-Hates conflict.
Bio:

Name: Leo
Species: Luxray
Gender: Male
Personality: Quirky
Ability: Intimidate
Attacks: Crunch, Thunder Fang, Thunder, Night Slash, Shock Wave
Other:
-Hyper-active.
-Likes to play rough.
-Hates being told what to do.
Bio:

Name: Seth
Species: Houndoom
Gender: Male
Personality: Bold
Ability: Flashfire
Attacks: Crunch, Flamethrower, Heat Wave, Fire Blast, Super Fang
Other:
-Has longer horns that most Houndoom.
-Has a short temper.
-Likes burning things.
-Hates being messed with.
Bio:

Name: Nereus
Species: (Shiny) Vaporeon
Gender: Male
Personality: Naive
Ability: Water Absorb
Attacks: Hydro Pump, Charm, Aqua Tail, Water Pulse, Muddy Water
Other:
-Is very sweet.
-Likes to play.
-Hates seeing others upset.
Bio:

Name: Erebos
Species: Umbreon
Gender: Male
Personality: Adamant
Ability: Synchronize
Attacks: Faint Attack, Last Resort, Dark Pulse, Shadow Ball, Payback
Other:
-Quick to jump to conclusions.
-Often rushes into things without thinking it through.
-Likes practical jokes.
-Hates being ignored.
Bio:

Name: Dovev
Species: Espeon
Gender: Male
Personality: Calm
Ability: Synchronize
Attacks: Psychic, Helping Hand, Future Sight, Zen Headbutt, Wish
Other:
-Bead on head is blue.
-Prefers to stay back and analyze a situation before jumping in.
-Likes order.
-Hates chaos.
Bio:

-Team 2-

Name: Victor
Species: Skarmory
Gender: Male
Personality: Impish
Ability: Sturdy
Attacks: Air Slash, Fly, Sky Attack, X-Scissor, Brave Bird
Other:
-Has a French accent.
-Likes to flirt and play tricks.
-Hates seeing others mistreated.
Bio:

Name: Ethan
Species: Pidgeotto
Gender: Male
Personality: Lonely
Ability: Keen Eye
Attacks: Brave Bird, Air Slash, Heat Wave, Aerial Ace, Swift
Other:
-A bit of a loner
-Likes solitude
-Hates talkative people.
Bio:

Name: Liam
Species: Manectric
Gender: Male
Personality: Quiet
Ability: Lightening Rod
Attacks: Thunder Fang, Thunder, Shock Wave, Discharge, Crunch
Other:
-Rarely speaks.
-Is very protective.
Bio:

Name: Akito
Species: Glaceon
Gender: Male
Personality: Gentle
Ability: Snow Cloak
Attacks: Ice Fang, Blizzard, Hail, Wish, Ice Beam
Other:
-Is smaller than the average Glaceon.
Bio:

Name: Kenta
Species: Arcanine
Gender: Male
Personality: Relaxed
Ability: Intimidate
Attacks: Fire Fang, ExtremeSpeed, Crunch, Heat Wave, Flamethrower
Other:
- Is very fast.
- Is kind hearted.
Bio:

Name: Taru
Species: Leafeon
Gender: Male
Personality: Timid
Ability: Leaf Guard
Attacks: Helping Hand, Wish, Fake Tears, Magical Leaf, Grass Whistle
Other:
-Hates fighting.
-Is very kind.
Bio:

-Team 3-

Name: Jerrick
Species: Zangoose
Gender: Male
Personality: Brave
Ability: Immunity
Attacks: Crush Claw, X-Scissor, Close Combat, Night Slash, Thunder Punch
Other:
-Can be mean at times.
Bio:

Name: Raiden
Species: Jolteon
Gender: Male
Personality: Hasty
Ability: Volt Absorb
Attacks: Thunder, Thunder Fang, Discharge, Last Resort, Signal Beam
Other:
-Often makes rash decisions.
-Aiden's older twin.
Bio:

Name: Beauregard
Species: (Shiny) Ninetales
Gender: Male
Personality: Lax
Ability: Flash Fire
Attacks: Faint Attack, Extrasensory, Energy Ball, Heat Wave, Hypnosis
Other:
-A bit of a flirt.
Bio:

Name: Aiden
Species: Flareon
Gender: Male
Personality: Careful
Ability: Flash Fire
Attacks: Fire Blast, Lava Plume, Fire Fang, Helping Hand, Heat Wave
Other:
-May have OCD.
-Raiden's younger twin.
Bio:

Name: Bryce
Species: Mightyena
Gender: Male
Personality: Hardy
Ability: Intimidate
Attacks: Take Down, Sucker Punch, Ice Fang, Poison Fang, Crunch
Other:
-Scary at times, but an overall good guy.
Bio:

Name: Felix
Species: Eevee
Gender: Male
Personality: Docile
Ability: Adaptability
Attacks: Bite, Last Resort, Quick Attack, Secret Power, Heal Bell
Other:
-Small, but tough.
Bio:

-Team 4-

Name: Chase
Species: Staraptor
Gender: Male
Personality: Serious
Ability: Intimidate
Attacks: Close Combat, Brave Bird, Sky Attack, Fly, Swift
Other:
-Can't stand sour food.
Bio:

Name: Ryan
Species: Fearow
Gender: Male
Personality: Brave
Ability: Keen Eye
Attacks: Mirror Move, Drill Peck, Aerial Ace, Faint Attack, Tri Attack
Other:
-Could be considered absent-minded.
-Very friendly and supportive of friends.
Bio:

Name: Divinity
Species: Delcatty
Gender: Male
Personality: Docile
Ability: Cute Charm
Attacks: Sing, Fake Tears, Helping Hand, Wish, Heal Bell
Other:
-Hates fighting, but will help an allie in battle.
Bio:

Name: Alexander
Species: Floatzel
Gender: Male
Personality: Bold
Ability: Swift Swim
Attacks: Crunch, Slash, Aqua Tail, Dive, Ice Punch
Other:
-A bit of a flirt at times.
Bio:

Name: Noah
Species: Gardevoir
Gender: Male
Personality: Lonely
Ability: Trace
Attacks: Psychic, Future Sight, Healing Wish, Destiny Bond, Pain Split
Other:
-Very low self-esteem.
-Will put his life on the line for a friend without hesitation.
Bio:

Name: Akar
Species: Banette
Gender: Male
Personality: Naughty
Ability: Insomnia
Attacks: Faint Attack, Shadow Ball, Ominous Wind, Curse, Theif
Other:
-Manipulative.
Bio:

50 Words - HectorxCedric

2010-08-08T14:46:00.016-05:00

1. Love
The people in white coats had told him he was crazy. They said he couldn't feel things like love, empathy, sympathy or even attachment to another person. Said he was too crazy. They were wrong.

2. Hate
The only thing Hector hated more than being locked up was tanks.

3. Rain
Unlike most people, rain actually cheered Cedric up. He liked to sit out in it and listen to it hit the ground around him; a very soothing noise.

4. Fear
Hector never liked the fact that he couldn't be the strong, fearless protector that Cedric deserved.

5. Empty
Contrary to popular belief, Hector's mind was far from empty. In reality, it was often filled with absurd and ludicrous thoughts or ideas, most of which went vastly ignored in favor of the ones involving Cedric and how to make him smile.

6. Fall
Hector felt a little bit like a superhero when he tripped and fell off a three story building, hitting the ground face first then getting up unharmed.

7. Open
Cedric often opened up and talked about his life before the infection. Hector liked to listen to the stories, but rarely ever opened up about his own life since most of it would probably just upset the younger boy anyway.

8. Hope
Sometimes Cedric hoped he would wake up and find that this was all just a bad dream. He could get out of bed and have breakfast with his parents, hang out with his friends, finish his last year of high school and go on to college and be something. But he swore to himself that if, by some miracle, it did turn out to be a bad dream, the first thing he would do after breakfast was visit the Pine View Insane Asylum to find out if Hector was real or the best part of the worst dream he'd ever had.

9. Death
They often wondered about where they would go when they died. Heaven? No. Hell? More likely. Limbo? Plausible. Emptiness? A possibility. They didn't know where they would go, but they prayed they would be there together.

10. Close
At times when Cedric would cry the hardest, Hector would hold him as close as possible and whisper comforting words in the smooth, calming voice he'd previously used to lure victims into his home.

11. Climb
Hector found that climbing things was significantly easier now that his arms were free of the straitjacket's confinement.

12. Fire
Seemed like everywhere they traveled, something was consumed by a small fire. Cedric often mused that, if not put out, those small random fires would probably grow and with time spread across the land, burning everything.

13. Pain
Their first time together had been painful. Cedric hadn't shared the experience with anyone before Hector and would often claw his new lover on accident. Hector had a difficult time controlling his natural urge to hurt the thing writhing beneath him and bit the small body more than once.

14. Pleasure
It wasn't until their fifth time together that Cedric figured out how to move his hands without cutting his dominant and Hector gained control over his urge to maim the smaller boy. They both found that it was much easier to concentrate on the pleasure without having to worry about the pain.

15. Smile
Sometimes Hector did things that put a smile on Cedric's face. Those times made Hector proud of himself.

16. Cry
Cedric cried often. This was often from a mix of the emotional pain of having lost everyone precious to him and the knowledge that the world was basically ending.

17. Toy
Hector mused that if he had escaped the asylum before the outbreak, or perhaps was never caught to begin with, and met Cedric, the boy would have ended up becoming another one of his toys to use and abuse until nothing was left. In that sick way he was thankful for what had happened.

18. Happy
"Why do you cry? Do I make you cry? I'm sorry I make you cry..." Hector said all in one breath, not waiting for an answer to either question. Cedric sniffled and gave a small smile, "I cry because I miss my family. You don't make me cry. You make me happy."
"Really? That makes me happy." Hector said with an odd grin that would have been frightening to anyone but Cedric, who giggled and gave his boyfriend a sweet peck on the cheek.

19. Scar
Hector often left his shirt on even when they got intimate. This was to prevent Cedric from seeing the scars left from his victims' failed attempts at escaping.

20. Angel
Cedric was an angel and Hector wanted to believe that when the boy passed away he would go to a better place than himself.

21. Song
Hector's favorite song was the one Cedric would sometimes sing to him at night when his paranoia would spiral and he could relax no other way.

22. Chain
Now that he was outside of the asylum, the chain broken, Hector was free to do as he pleased. He could maim, torture and kill whomever he wanted. He soon realized, however, that the little Witch he stumbled across was infinitely more pleasing to him than any amount of gore would ever be.

23. Dance
"I love this song..." Cedric whispered as his body began to sway to and fro to the tune coming from the old radio Hector had found. The madman watched in amusement as his love moved to the slow rhythm. The Witch held out a hand, "Dance with me?" He asked the Screamer in his sweetest voice. Hector couldn't say no.

24. Night
Hector didn't care for the night. There was no telling what sorts a beasts lurked in the darkness, watching, waiting, planning. His mind often invented it's own sights and sounds to keep him alert and unable to sleep.

25. Day
The days were often dimmed by smoke and haze and didn't provide much light. Still, Hector was thankful for its arrival.

26. Fool
Only a fool took on a tank. Hector was no fool. But, when one came charging at them, seemingly hell bent on hurting one or both, the fear of the possibility of Cedric being hurt or killed by the massive monstrosity turned the Screamer into the biggest fool he'd ever been.

27. Whisper
Cedric's voice often either came out as a wail or a whisper. When he whispered, Hector's heightened hearing always picked up every word.

28. Shout
Hector rarely realized when he was shouting. His twisted mind often played tricks on him, leaving him unaware of some of his actions.

29. Paralyzed
The tank seemed stunned after Hector let out an ear shattering scream at him. He stood there a moment, paralyzed and confused, until the horde suddenly gathered around him. Hector and Cedric used the chaos to make a quick escape.

30. Break
As Cedric let out another painful sob, Hector held him tightly and silently vowed to never break, if only for the Witch's sake.

31. Stuck
With the world turned to chaos, Cedric and Hector were no longer stuck in their usual menial lives. They were free to roam and go where ever they wanted, see what they wanted to see, even if most everything was burning.

32. Habit
Hector had a habit of talking to himself. He never noticed he was doing it until Cedric would point it out, leaving the Screamer a little embarrassed each time.

33. Listen
No sound went undetected by Hector's ears. If there was one thing he was good at, it was listening.

34. Numb
With most of the sun's ray blocked from the city, the average temperature dropped within a week. The night Cedric's legs went numb from the cold they both realized that they could no longer stay there and left as quickly as possible, Hector having to carry the blanket-wrapped Witch.

35. Shadow
Hector would never EVER admit to the fact that he'd been scared by his own shadow on more than one occasion.

36. Wake
Hector didn't sleep often. He preferred to sit and keep watch around them. I was worth it, however, to see Cedric wake up each morning.

37. Blood
Cedric had never liked the sight of blood. Now, unfortunately, blood was a common sight, forcing the Witch to come to terms with his slight fear.

38. Valentine
"It's Valentine's Day, ya know." Hector said matter-of-factly. Cedric looked at him, slightly surprised, "Really?"
Hector nodded, looking solemn, "I was gonna get you something, but... ya know." He said with a shrug. Cedric smiled, "That's okay. I'm just glad you said something."

39. Pieces
Cedric cried out as a sick man bit into his arm. He kicked him and yanked his arm free, tearing his shirt and the skin around the bite to pieces. Not waiting for him to recover, Cedric turned and ran. What was happening with the world?

40. Lullaby
Hector stayed completely silent as he watched Cedric gently rock the baby they'd found. He sang it a soft lullaby as they waited for Kaden and Douglas to find the mother, who, sadly, had more than likely been turned.

41. Crush
Cedric watched as Hector wandered around the small yard, picking up sticks and placing them in a pile to make a fire. He wondered to himself why he had a crush on a man who was obviously crazy and at least ten years older than himself. Then, Hector came running up to him, stopping just in front of him and presenting a half-dead flower with a huge grin on his face. Cedric smiled, carefully taking the flower and remembering why he'd taken a liking to the Screamer in the first place.

42. Curse
They'd said his existence was a curse to humanity. Maybe they were right; the world was coming to an end after all. Had it been Hector's fault somehow? Possibly, but he wasn't going to tell Cedric that.

43. Moon
The moon's bright glow easily illuminated the country side, making it easy for Hector to watch for wandering threats while Cedric slept soundly.

44. Sun
The sun was bright and harsh as it beat down on them. "This was a terrible idea..." Cedric whimpered, "It's hot and dusty and there's no shade for miles..."
Hector could barely nod as they continued down the dusty country road, nothing but farmland all around them.

45. Belong
"You're right where you belong." The man in the white coat said, giving Hector a disgusted look and slamming the padded door. Hector cackled maniacally, leaning back against a padded wall and tugging lightly at his straitjacket.

46. Friend
Hector hadn't had a friend since he was ten, when his best friend, a blonde boy named Timothy, was killed in a car wreck, which would later trigger his need to murder young blonde boys. Now, he found himself sitting around a small fire with three other people that he could call friends.

47. Frozen
As Winter rolled around and the temperature dropped far below freezing, the group found themselves sliding along the ice of a frozen pond, Cedric and Douglas making etchings in the ice with claws while Hector and Kaden tried to make each other slip.

48. Heat
Hector didn't care much for heat, the only exception being the heat he and Cedric created in the bedroom.

49. Lies
Every time Cedric asked about his past, a variety of smooth lies came flowing off Hector's tongue about how he'd lived, what he'd done for a living and how he'd gotten into the asylum in the first place.

50. Truth
"Please, just tell me the truth." Cedric said one day, eyes pleading, "I know you've been lying about a lot, and I won't ask you to fess up about all of it, but just tell me... How many people did you hurt?"
Hector couldn't bring himself to lie to that face and he didn't miss the look of shock and fear when he said, "Fourteen."

60 Words - Alucard/Flow

2010-08-04T16:10:00.001-05:00

1. Love
Alucard was not keen to human emotions. Feelings such as love were a mystery to him. He knew, however, that whatever it was he felt toward Flow could only be described as love.

2. Hate
"I hate you." Flow said darkly, a violent glare on his slightly-freckled face. "It's a toaster, love." Alucard spoke up from his chair at the kitchen table, "It can't hear you, nor can it comprehend that it has burnt your toast."
"I know, but I still hate it."

3. Rain
If there was one thing Alucard couldn't stand, it was the wet dog smell that emanated from Flow when he came bouncing into the house after playing in the rain.

4. Fear
Alucard was not a fearful being. It took a lot to get a reaction from him. His most recent brush with fear occurred when he watched a brown haired boy fall to the ground, screaming in agony as blood seeped from a wound made by a silver bullet.

5. Empty
When they had first met, the young werewolf's eyes had been so empty. It was only after Alucard transformed him into the werewolf/vampire hybrid he now was and renamed him 'Flow' that he brightened significantly.

6. Fall
Flow really hated how cats could land on all fours after a fall.

7. Open
It was difficult to get Alucard to open up about things, but Flow found that if you stole one of his books, hid it and threatened to tear it apart later, he'd tell you anything you wanted to know.

8. Hope
His life had been bleak, empty and hopeless. Then he met Alucard, nearly died and was saved by the old vampire. Then, suddenly, Flow's "life" had meaning again.

9. Death
Flow had come close to death many times, but the mere thought of it still terrified him.

10. Close
Alucard didn't like being close to anyone, emotionally or physically, but had to make an exception for the lovable werewolf.

11. Climb
"Climb it? Climb it?! I don't need to freaking climb it! I can jump it!" Flow shouted triumphantly, shifting into his wolf form and getting ready to jump the large wall which, Alucard knew, had a small river beyond it. Alucard smirked, "I'm going to enjoy this."

12. Fire
Alucard loved to watch the fire burn in his fireplace in the large living room. It was even better when Flow came and curled up at his feet in front of it.

13. Pain
For the most part, Flow had only known pain in his life before Alucard.

14. Pleasure
One of Flow's greatest pleasures was when Alucard would scratch him just behind the ears in his wolf form.

15. Smile
Alucard often kept the same blank expression, so Flow took it upon himself to smile enough for the both of them.

16. Cry
The few times when Flow did cry, usually from the horrible emotional pain old memories brought on, the violent sobs would rack his entire body and Alucard would hold him close, the noise making his lifeless heart hurt.

17. Toy
Flow liked variety, so it came as no surprise to Alucard when he found a small stash of adult toys hidden in the closet.

18. Happy
"For what reason are you so damn happy all of the time?" Alucard asked out of the blue one day as they were walking to the library. Flow turned to him and smiled, "There's a lot to be happy about. I'm existing, I have you, it's a nice day, and plenty of other things."
A ghost of a grin made it's way to Alucard's face, "I suppose that's logical."

19. Scar
The long scar across Flow's back only served to remind Alucard of the horrible state he'd found the boy in.

20. Angel
Alucard sometimes thought that, if he had not taken Flow's soul when he changed him, the boy would have eventually become an angel.

21. Song
Alucard wasn't big on music, but his favorite song was the one Flow would hum while in the shower.

22. Chain
The horrible memories of his life were chained to his mind and no matter how hard he tried, Flow would never find the key.

23. Dance
"Do you have two left feet or something?" Alucard asked grumpily as he tried, for the fourth time, to teach Flow how to dance. Flow pouted, "You seem to forget that I spent the first nineteen years of my life in the street just trying to survive. Dancing is not a skill required to survive!"

24. Night
Alucard's hair was black as the night and he always kept it short, neat and clean.

25. Day
Flow always liked the day. Before meeting Alucard, day had meant that he'd managed to survive another night.

26. Fool
Though some might think Flow a fool, Alucard knew he was probably one of the smartest people alive, even if those smarts weren't learned from any book.

27. Whisper
Flow liked to be loud, but in the darkness of the bedroom, his voice would fall to a whisper as he told his lover just how much he liked what he was doing down there.

28. Shout
Whether he was shouting, whispering, yelling in anger or laughing with joy, Alucard loved the sound of Flow's voice.

29. Paralyzed
Alucard had become paralyzed when he watched the wolf boy fall, changing for the first time Alucard had seen to his human form and screaming in agony as the silver bullet that had ripped though his body burned him from the inside. Alucard forced his fear away and fell to his knees next to the writhing boy, gently lifting his upper body and turning his head before saving him the only way he knew how; biting into his neck.

30. Break
There were some places in his mind where Flow was still broken, but Alucard was doing a pretty good job of fixing him.

31. Stuck
"Alucard?! Alucard! Help me! I'm stuck!" Flow shouted as he banged on the door. Alucard walked into the hallway and stopped at a closed door, expression slightly annoyed, "What are you doing?"
"I accidentally locked myself in the bathroom! Get me out!"
Alucard sighed, "Have you tried turning that small knob on the door handle?"
There was a pause in which a small 'click' was heard, then the door opened. Flow stepped out, face bright red, "Never breathe a word of this to anyone."

32. Habit
Flow had a habit of burying things in the yard. This greatly annoyed Alucard as it left many unsightly holes that would need to be filled and re-landscaped.

33. Listen
Flow had always been a good listener. For most of his life he did not speak, only listened. It took about a year after being changed before he began to talk regularly, eventually talking almost all the time, as if to make up for all the years of silence, and Alucard always listened.

34. Numb
As he felt himself going numb and his vision flickered, Alucard barely saw the large, brown wolf drag up a near-dead man and lay it in his lap. He found it odd that a werewolf, a vampire's greatest enemy, was trying to save his life.

35. Shadow
The werewolf that had saved him followed him in the shadows for many weeks. Alucard was not afraid, however, as he could tell that all the beast wanted was a little company.

36. Wake
Moments after waking up, a man probably in his late twenty's with dark black hair leaned over him. "Do you have a name?" He asked. The young werewolf shook his head. He had never been given a name. The vampire, as he knew the man was by his scent and the fact that he'd been following him, tilted his head, "You're a wolf, so I'll call you Flow."

37. Blood
The sight of blood never bothered Alucard, hell he drank it to survive. The sight of Flow's blood, however, often sent him into a mild panic.

38. Valentine
Instead of candy for that special day, Alucard and Flow would trade fresh human hearts.

39. Pieces
Flow was like broken glass and Alucard was slowly putting the pieces back together again.

40. Lullaby
Though Alucard had no real need for sleep, Flow sometimes did, so Alucard would sing him a lullaby, the same one his mother had sung to him as a child so many years ago, until the young man would fall asleep.

41. Crush
In the beginning, Flow had hated himself for having a crush on a man over 300 years older than himself. When this fact slipped past his lips on accident one day, Flow was elated when Alucard suddenly yanked him forward into a bruising and claiming kiss.

42. Curse
Flow did not consider himself cursed. Getting to spend an eternity with the only person who had ever mattered to him could not possibly be a curse.

43. Moon
Nothing actually compelled him to howl at the full moon, Flow just did because he knew it got on Alucard's nerves.

44. Sun
"Why don't you ever go out in the sunlight?" Flow asked one day, voice a near whisper as he leaned closer to Alucard over the arm of his cushioned chair by the fire place. Alucard put his book down and gave him an odd look, "Because I'm a vampire."
"Is it because you sparkle?"
"What? That's absurd. I burn, not sparkle."
"Okay. Just making sure." Flow said with a smile before getting on the floor and crawling away on all fours. Alucard watched him go with an odd expression, "I really should start paying attention to whatever it is he's been watching."

45. Belong
As a werewolf he had not belonged anywhere. He'd wandered the streets, just trying to survive from day to day. As a werewolf/vampire hybrid, possibly the only one in existence, Flow knew he belonged right by Alucard's side.

46. Friend
"You're the first friend I've ever had." Flow said one day when they were in the study. Alucard looked up from his book, a thoughtful expression on his face. Flow continued, "You're also my first lover and the first person to ever really care about me."
Alucard sat his book by his side and patted his lap. Flow smiled and sat down, happily leaning against the vampire. Alucard wrapped his arms around the small but muscled body and ran a hand through shoulder length, wavy brown hair, "You're my whole world."

47. Frozen
More than a hundred years had passed since they were united. Neither had changed, both frozen in time, and Flow was loving every second of it.

48. Heat
Flow was more werewolf than vampire, so it really shouldn't have surprised Alucard as much as it did how much heat the boy created.

49. Lies
Alucard knew very well that Flow had a terrible temper and that it didn't take much to set the boy off, which is why he wasn't very surprised when one morning, while reading the paper, he casually announced which football team had won and Flow angrily jumped from his seat and screamed, "LIES!!"

50. Truth
Alucard was a deceitful man. He had to be to keep from being discovered as a vampire. He found that lying came easy to him and the truth was something that could be twisted to fit his needs. He also found that Flow was the one person he could never deceive.

51. Water
Flow greatly enjoyed playing in the water. Alucard hated water unless it was coming out of a faucet. In order to keep both himself and his love happy, Alucard finally relented and bought a pool.

52. Fly
"Can you change into a bat and fly?" Flow asked curiously after watching a recent vampire horror movie. Alucard let out a snort, "Not without the use of my magic, which takes a lot out of me and is therefore not worth it."
"Could you make me fly?"
"Definitely not worth it."

53. Coffin
Flow didn't like it when Alucard would sometimes lay in his coffin. Laying there, pale and unmoving, gave the illusion of death and Flow's mental state wasn't stable enough to handle the sight for long.

54. Cheat
Flow watched the vampire on the black and white TV lure a young woman into his home. "Alucard? Did you ever do that with a woman?"
"Once or twice within the first hundred years, but it wasn't really my forte."
"Would you do it now?"
"Of course not. I love you and that would be much too similar to cheating."
"Good. Because I'd have to hurt you."
"Yes love, I know."

55. Laugh
Before Flow opened up and began talking, the only sound that Alucard could ever pull from his throat was a laugh. It quickly became Alucard's favorite sound.

56. Bed
Their bed was large and comfortable. Flow hated being in it by himself because it felt empty, but with Alucard laying beside him it was the only place he really wanted to be.

57. Comfort
There were moments when Flow's skin would feel as though bugs were crawling beneath it and he would claw and scratch until he bled. He never knew what caused the sensation, but when his mate would embrace him and whisper comforting words, the tingling would stop and Flow could relax.

58. Past
Alucard's past had been nothing special. He'd been an average man who just happened to have been bitten by a vampire. Flow's past was much rougher. Though he never opened up about it, Alucard knew from the times when his love would wake up screaming from another nightmare that it must have been terrible.

59. Present
Flow wasn't much for dwelling on the past; it often brought too much pain. Nor did he like to worry about the future; the uncertainty made him stressful. He preffered to focus on the present and the task at hand; like relaxing his muscles as he was slowly penetrated.

60. Future
Alucard didn't like to wonder about the future. The only thing he had to do was make sure he and Flow would be together to enjoy it and the rest would fall into place.

Glimpse

2010-08-04T16:08:00.001-05:00

A Glimpse Into the Life of Derek Blair

Summary: A few short looks into the life of Derek Blair and his relationship with Yin and Yang.

Warnings: Lemon, slash.
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Derek Blair's life was far from average. He played the electric guitar and was one of three vocalists in a popular band, was considered by many to be "hot" and was the kind of guy any parent would love for their daughter to date. Girls, young and old, screamed when he walked onto stage and after shows he was always bombarded with screaming fans demanding autographs from the attractive blonde man.

Yet he stayed himself and never let any of this go to his head. He didn't get into drugs and only drank at parties, rarely ever getting very drunk. He liked to flirt with men and women alike and no one ever thought he would settle for one.

But he did.

A man almost five years younger than himself, hair naturally black on the left side of his head and naturally white on the right, left eye blue and right eye yellow, who seemed to be bipolar and talked to himself often.

They met at a party where the boy had introduced himself as Yin, saying his other, meaner, half was Yang.

They dated for a month before Derek finally realized that he wasn't joking; the man was indeed two different people in one body.

It was the little things that made him realize this. Yin was left handed, Yang was right handed. Yin liked to talk about anything and everything, Yang liked to read books or do puzzles in silence. Yin was friendly and liked to be held, Yang didn't seem to like anyone, especially Derek, and hated to be touched. Yin smiled, Yang glared.

Derek didn't actually see much of Yang. Yin later confided in him that Yang did not approve of their relationship and therefore didn't want anything to do with Derek. In fact, Yang seemed to disapprove of any relationship Yin was in, so he was often alone.

Even though he found it odd, Derek couldn't bring himself to leave just because he was technically dating two people, even if one hated him.

Four months later Yang finally relented and they moved in with Derek.
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Derek Blair's life was far from routine. His mornings could start one of two ways; he would either be woken by a gentle kiss and a loving smile, followed shortly by a soft voice offering to go make breakfast, or by being suddenly shoved from the bed and meeting a hard floor, followed shortly by a low growl demanding breakfast.

Lunch was whatever Yin decided to cook up for them and if Yang was in a bad mood then Derek was stuck eating alone in his studio. Dinner was always something different, whether they say down and ate together or went out for something nice.

Sometimes they showered together, sometimes they didn't. The TV was almost always on and on many nights they sat in front of it together. When it came time to sleep they laid side by side.
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Derek Blair's life was far from simple. On the day of his and his boyfriends' first anniversary, which he had prepared for for over a week, he woke himself up long before his significant other and gave him a gentle kiss before getting out of bed silently so as not to wake him.

He sneaked down into the basement and grabbed the banner he'd made to hang from the kitchen entryway. It read "Happy Anniversary" in black letters on a white background with Yin Yang symbols in the four corners. He carried it up the stairs and hung it up above the kitchen entrance where Yin and Yang would see it when they woke up and came downstairs.

Once that was done, he grabbed a small black box that contained a simple silver ring. It wasn't really a wedding ring, since he was sure Yang would have no part of that, it was more like a promise ring. He had bought himself one as well.

He put it in his pocket for later and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He knew both Yin and Yang liked cinnamon toast and syrup so he decided that would be a good start. He added blueberry pancakes and orange juice to the menu, decided against milk since Yin and Yang got sick if they drank it in the mornings.

Once it was all prepared and set up, he went back up stairs, knowing they would wake up any minute, and climbed back in bed, feigning sleep.

Within minutes, the body next to him shifted and sat up. Derek stayed silent, waiting for Yin or Yang to "wake him up" like usual.

"Oi, shit head. Get up." A voice, rough with sleep, demanded. Derek figured Yang must have remembered their anniversary, which was why he hadn't shoved him in the floor like usual.

"Morning beautiful." Derek commented as he stretched and sat up, giving his boyfriend a smile. Yang glared, "You're pushing it." He snapped. Derek noticed for the first time that the blue eye wasn't open, meaning Yin was unaware of their conversation.

The only way Yin or Yang could have any privacy from one another was by closing the other eye. If the blue eye was closed, Yin could not see what Yang was doing or take control of the body. If the yellow eye was closed, Yang could not see or take control. The two could only switch control or know what was going on when the other was in control if both eyes were open or closed.

"Yin still asleep?" Derek asked, a little nervous about being alone with Yang.

"You have about two minutes to come up with something for your anniversary, or I'm going to hurt you." Yang dead panned.

"Don't you mean our anniversary?" Derek said, attempting a little humor. Yang glared, "No. If you've forgotten Yin's anniversary-"

"I haven't, I haven't. I've got it all covered, I promise." Derek said with a roll of his eyes. Yang gave another harsh glare before opening the other eye. Yin took over immediately, smiling and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, "Good morning Derek."

"Morning love. Why don't we go get some breakfast?"

"Alright." Yin smiled and hopped off the bed. He walked out of the room, Derek following close behind, and headed downstairs toward the kitchen.

When he saw the banner over the entry, Yin let out a small squeal and threw his arms around Derek in a tight embrace that was quickly returned, "You remembered!"

"Of course love. I made you breakfast too, so lets eat."

Yin let go and ran into the kitchen, happily taking a seat at his normal spot. In front of him was his favorite breakfast; Cinnamon toast and blueberry pancakes with syrup and orange juice. He smiled brightly and grabbed his fork, taking a bite of pancake first.

Derek smiled at his success and sat down across from his boyfriend.

Yin's movements suddenly slowed, his demeanor hardening. Derek frowned in annoyance as a blue eye slid shut and his stared into Yang's single yellow eye. "I'd hoped you could do better than this. A pretty sign and breakfast that doesn't taste like your usual shit isn't exactly what I'd call romantic."

"I have more you know. I've been planning this for over a week." Derek stabbed his fork into a pancake and brought it to his mouth.

"That's it? Yin's been excited about this for over a month. You'd better not fall short." Yang took a sip of orange juice and grabbed the toast.

"Yeah yeah, or you'll hurt me, I know.

"Actually, I took the portable hard drive in your computer."

Derek's eyes widened, "What?! That has all my work on it!"

"You'll get it back. Maybe." With that, the blue eye opened up and a worried look crossed that lovely face, "Yang wasn't being mean, was he?"

Derek sighed. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't tattle. Yang would give him hell for it later. "No, he was just saying that you had been looking forward to this for a long time, so I'd best have something amazing up my sleeve."

Yin gave a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about it. I'm just glad you remembered." His face suddenly fell, a bored look taking over, "He's lying." Yang dead panned. His face changed again, a blush lighting up his features along with wide eyes, "Shut up Yang!" Yin scolded his other half, quickly stuffing a large piece of toast into his mouth to prevent any further argument.

Derek chuckled, "Don't worry, I have plenty for us to do today."

They finished breakfast with some idle chat and got dressed. Derek switched the ring from his pajama pants to his jean pocket.

"What're we gonna do?" Yin asked curiously as Derek led him out to his car.

"What ever you wanna do. I was thinking the museum. You both like that, right?"

Yin smiled, closing the yellow eye, "Yeah, Yang loves it there. Trying to get on his good side?"

"You are his good side."

"You know what I meant." Yin said with a humorous roll of his eye.

Derek chuckled as he opened the passenger door, "I've been trying for a year with no luck, but I figure he's got to give into my charms eventually."

Yin quickly took a seat and Derek shut the door, heading to his own side and getting in. Yin opened his other eye and Yang quickly took over, "What were you two talking about?"

"How adorable you are." Derek stated as he started the car. Yang shot him a nasty look and gave control back to Yin.

The Museum of Natural History wasn't far from their home and they arrived within twenty minutes. Yang took over and led them through the building to look at different exhibits. Derek asked questions about different creatures that he knew Yang would know the answers to and Yang would give him a short explanation about everything.

Derek liked it when Yang was like this. Calm and at ease, willing to converse with him and be civil rather than constantly throwing insults at him.

They stopped at a large exhibit featuring several small dinosaurs. A voice coming from a box in some bushes explained their lifestyle and breeding habits.

Yang leaned against a rail and looked over the scene with mild interest. Derek leaned beside him, "Can we talk? In private?"

Yang shut the blue eye, "What do you want?"

"You realize that this isn't really a temporary relationship, right? I want to stay with you both and you're making it really difficult to do that. I understand if you don't like me, but it seems like it's a little unfair to Yin that-"

"I don't take a breath without considering how it will affect Yin." Yang interrupted, "I want to smoke and drink and go out and do dangerous things that will get me in trouble, but I don't. I can't. This is Yin's body, not mine. I'm sure you think me selfish, but I'm not. I've given up everything to make him happy and I'd like it if you wouldn't lecture me over things you can't possibly understand." Yang said in a dangerously low and even voice. Derek was more than a little shocked at the confession. "I'm sorry," He said after a pause, "I had no idea..."

"And neither does Yin, so keep your mouth shut."

"Of course."

They fell into silence.

After several tense seconds, Yang spoke up, "In all honesty, I didn't think you'd last this long." He and Derek made eye contact, "I'm not easy to get along with, so why would I ease up on you? I figured if you were worth anything for Yin, you'd stick around even through my abuse, but I honestly never expected you to actually stay. I suppose I could go a little easier on you now."

Derek grinned, "That would be really nice of you."

Yang shrugged, looking back at the exhibit, "Yeah whatever. Just don't start assuming I'm going to be nice now. I'm just not going to go out of my way to find a way to upset you."

"Thanks. I appreciate it."

Yang opened the blue eye and they continued through the museum.

The whole thing only took about three hours to go through. After they left, Yin took control and led Derek across the street to the Zoo.

"It's a nice day, isn't it?" Yin commented as they fed the ducks at a small pond just inside the gate.

"Yeah." Derek agreed, watching Yin toss crackers into the water with a smile.

"Yang's pretty impressed that you made it a whole year. So am I, actually. I know he can be pretty harsh."

"Yeah, but it's worth it." Derek said with a smile, reaching out to twine his and Yin's fingers. Yin smiled, closing the yellow eye, "He likes you, really, but don't tell him I said that."

"I won't. Promise."

The yellow eye opened back up and they moved away from the pond toward other cages. They saw Savannah animals first, then went into the pachyderm building before stopping at a small cafe for lunch.

After some lemonade and sandwiches they saw the wolves, Yang's personal favorite, and the big cats. Then they went through a barn where the nocturnal animals, including bats, rodents and some owls, were housed. Yin stayed and watched the Barn Owls, his favorite, for several minutes before Yang had to take over and walk out.

They saw birds, reptiles, amphibians and other animals before finally leaving.

They crossed the street and got back into Derek's car.

"I have reservations at a restaurant at nine. We have a little over three hours to kill. What do you wanna do?"

"Movie?" Yin asked enthusiastically. Derek gave a quick nod, "Sounds great." He pulled out of the parking lot and headed for the theater.

"What would you like to see?" Derek asked as they turned into the parking lot.

"I was thinking Eclipse. I know, I know, lame, but I like the action." Yin said with an embarrassed grin. Derek chuckled, "It's fine, but you'll have to forgive me if I have no idea what's going on. I didn't see the first two."

"Oh, we don't have to see it. Yang and I can come back to see it later."

"No, no, it's fine. Maybe I could rent the first two so I understand what's going on when we go see the fourth together."

Yin's eyes lit up, "Really? You're so sweet!" He leaned over and gave his boyfriend and quick kiss on the cheek.

They found a space and parked. Derek led them inside the huge theater and bought two tickets for Eclipse. Yin kept the tickets in his pocket as Derek bought them each a small soda.

They found decent seats in the theater, having gotten there a little earlier than the crowd.

"So, did you see the first two in the theater too?"

"Yeah. We didn't want to, but some friends invited us to go the first one it with them, so I agreed. I know it's dorky, but I enjoyed it so we decided to see it through until the last movie. It's sort of like a guilty pleasure." Yin said, embarrassed grin covering his face again.

"It's good that you don't lie to yourself though. Even though these movies catch a lot of shit from people who don't like them, you still go see it."

"I don't believe in lying to yourself." Yang said, "I like the movie and I wanna see it. Who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks?"

"Agreed."

"Are you going to see the rest with us after this one?" Yang inquired, giving Derek a sideways glance. Derek took a sip of soda before answering, "Sure. I'd love to be able to share this with you."

Yang gave a small nod as the theater darkened, the seats now full, and the curtains opened to reveal a large, blank screen.

"I love previews." Derek commented. Yang nodded in agreement, "Me too."

Throughout the movie Derek would periodically lean over and ask a question about who someone was or why someone was doing what they were doing. He always received an answer.

After the movie ended they sat and talked about it while they waited for the theater to clear out.

"I think Bella should have gotten together with Jacob, honestly. He's much cuter. But no, she had to go with Mr. Pale and Thin." Yin said sarcastically as they stood and walked out. Derek chuckled, "Maybe some people like pale and thin."

"True." Yin said. Yang took over, "But can he even get it up? He's deathly pale and cold, so he must be dead, meaning blood shouldn't flow so he shouldn't be able to get an erection."

"It's a movie."

"I know, but still. I wouldn't date someone who couldn't get a boner."

Derek grinned and leaned a little closer as they walked, "Aren't you glad you're dating me then?"

Yang stopped and gave him an odd look. Derek stopped as well, grin not wavering.

Yang looked him over and frowned, "I suppose you're better than other people Yin has taken interest in." He continued walking, dropping the empty soda container in a trash bin.

"I'll accept that." Derek said as he copied Yang.

They walked outside to Derek's car and climbed in. "Where do you have reservations?" Yang asked.

"You'll just have to wait and see." The blonde man said with a smile as he drove through the parking lot.

"Yang?" Derek inquired as he pulled out onto the highway, "Can we talk again?"

Yang sighed through his nose and closed the blue eye, having to turn to face Derek because of the loss of vision on that side, "What now?"

"I have a surprise for you guys at the restaurant and I don't want you to get totally pissed, so I was just warning you now."

Yang glared, "What is it?"

"I can't tell you, that would ruin the surprise."

"Then how am I supposed to know if I'm going to get angry?"

"You're not. I was just saying; don't get mad before you hear me out. Okay?"

"No promises. If you do something stupid, I'll hurt you."

"I know, I know." Derek said as he pulled into a parking lot. Yang looked at the sign and grinned to himself, "Red Lobster, huh?"

"You like sea food, it's expensive and has good atmosphere. I know it's not the most romantic place ever, but you gotta give me points for trying."

"Hn." Yang made a noise in agreement and let Yin take over. Yin looked around, confused, before realizing where they were. "I love Red Lobster!" He cheered, giving Derek a bright smile. Derek returned it and pulled into a parking space. He quickly shut off the vehicle and jumped out, running to the other side to open the passenger door for his boyfriend.

Yin gave him another smile as he got out.

They walked in together and up to the register. "I have a reservation for two under 'Blair.'" Derek said, giving the young lady a charming smile. "Right this way sir." She said, returning the smile.

She led them to a booth in a corner, slightly more secluded than the other seats. They sat down across from each other and ordered drinks before picking up the menu.

They ordered lobster and other sides and sent the waitress on her way.

"Are you enjoying your day so far?" Derek questioned. Yin nodded, "Oh yes, very much."

"Good." Derek smiled. The waitress came by and sat their drinks and a bowl of cheddar biscuits down on the table before leaving again.

"So how's the band?" Yin asked as he grabbed a biscuit. Derek took a sip of soda before answering, "Good. We're working on some new stuff we hope to finish up by next month before we go on tour."

"Oh? Do we get to go on tour with you?"

"Of course. I'm sure we could squeeze into one bed together. Plus the guys love your cooking."

"Sounds like a fair trade then." Yin said with a smile. Yang took over then, face annoyed, "What are you, their lackey?"

"No." Yin said with emphasis, "I like to cook."

"You'll be cooking for like six people."

"That's fine."

"And you don't feel used at all?" Yang said, sarcasm staining his voice.

"Nope." Yin replied defiantly, crossing his arms, "It's like I said before, I like to cook."

"Fine. Whatever." Yang rolled his eyes and took a bite of cheddar biscuit. Derek let out a small chuckle, "You should relax a little more. I wouldn't make either of you do something you didn't want to do."

"You're forcing me into this relationship." Yang mumbled irritably.

"Please. You dig me." Derek said jokingly, giving him a cocky grin. Yang said nothing, just looked at him blankly and took another bite.

They sat in silence until their appetizer arrived. Derek guessed that the two were having a private chat in their shared mind, so he didn't try to push conversation.

Finally, Yin took over and smiled as a plate full of hot food was set at their table. They divided up what was on the plate onto two smaller plates on the table.

"I love clam strips." Yin commented before tossing one into his mouth.

"Me too." Derek agreed.

They talked about various things as they waited for the main course, which arrived within ten minutes. They both smiled at the waitress and thanked her as she took the empty plates.

"I've got something for you." Derek said, drawing Yin's attention. "What is it?"

Derek shifted and reached into his pocket, pulling out the little black box. He opened it in his lap where the other couldn't see it and took out the ring. "Now don't freak out." He said, more as a warning to Yang, as he reached an empty hand across the table, palm up and open. Yin took the hint and put his hand in his boyfriend's.

Derek pulled the hand a little closer and gently slipped the ring on a delicate finger with his other hand. Yin's eyes widened, "Derek?"

"It's not exactly a wedding ring." Derek explained, "More like a promise ring. I bought myself a matching one. I want us to stay loyal to one another, because I want this relationship to last." He gave a charming smile.

Yin lightly ran his thumb over the ring on his finger, eyes still wide. He blinked, coming out of his daze and gave a slight nod. Derek knew that the nod wasn't for him. Yang had said something and Yin was agreeing. He bit his lip, unsure of what was going to happen.

Yin looked up at him and smiled, "Oh, Derek! I love you so much!" He said, looking completely sincere. Derek smiled, "I love you too babe." He pulled the smaller hand close and lightly kissed the ring finger, earning a small laugh from the man across from him.

Yin talked excitedly throughout the rest of dinner, smiling and laughing while Derek nodded in agreement to everything he said, his own smile never wavering.

After they finished and paid, they headed to the car, fingers twined. Derek stopped at the passenger door and turned to his beloved, "I haven't heard from Yang recently. Is he okay with this?"

Yin shrugged, "He said 'well isn't that interesting' when you slipped the ring on my finger, but he's been silent aside from that. I don't think he's mad, but it still worries me."

Derek opened the door and allowed Yin to slip inside before shutting it and getting in on his own side. "Yang? Could we talk?" Derek asked as he started the car.

After a few seconds of silence, Yin frowned, "He's not responding."

"Great." Derek groaned, "He's pissed."

"I don't think so. He cusses and yells when he's mad. When he's quiet he's thinking."

"That's not much better." Derek mumbled to himself. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to the house.

When they pulled into the driveway and shut off the vehicle, Derek climbed out first and closed his door as Yin got out of his side. They walked to the door which Derek unlocked and opened before gesturing for Yin to enter first. Yin smiled as he walked past his lover and into the house, kicking of his shoes at the door. Derek followed close behind, shutting and locking the door once he was in the house, also removing his shoes.

They walked into the living room, where Derek wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders and pulled him against his chest. Yin gave a soft sigh as he leaned against him, wrapping his arms around his middle, "What do you want to do now?" Yin asked in a near whisper. Derek smirked, leaning down to whisper into his ear, "Shall we retire to the bedroom?"

Yin let out a small giggle and nodded, moving back enough for Derek to grasp his hand and lead him into their bedroom.

Once in the room, Derek leaned down and kissed Yin deeply. Yin responded immediately, leaning into the kiss and pressing himself as close as possible to the other body. Derek pulled away from the kiss and moved his lips to his lover's neck, lightly nipping and sucking at the skin there while his hands ran up the front of Yin's shirt.

Yin sighed in pleasure and turned his head to allow Derek better access. Once he left a sufficient mark, Derek moved away long enough to pull Yin's shirt off and toss it to the floor. Yin gasped and whimpered when Derek moved his lips to the other side of his neck and his fingers worked at his nipples. He reached up and gripped Derek's shoulder's tightly, shuddering when the blonde man slid his lips up to kiss his jaw.

"Derek." Yin whispered urgently. Said man took the hint and pushed Yin backward onto the bed. Yin crawled backward until he was at the top of the bed and waited as Derek tossed his shirt and jeans to the floor before crawling up the bed himself. Yin laid back as Derek got on top of him and resumed his abuse. He placed kisses along pale skin as he worked the zipper on tight fitting jeans.

Within seconds, they were thrown to the floor. Derek pressed his lips against Yin's lovingly.

"Has Yang said anything recently?" He asked when he moved away, placing kisses on Yin's chest and slowly moving lower. "No. Nothing." Yin whimpered.

"That's too bad. I was sort of hoping he'd join us for once since it's our anniversary."

Yin gasped as Derek kissed his stomach, "H-he doesn't like... physical contact..."

"I know, but still." Derek placed a light kiss just above the waistband of a blue pair of boxers, "I want to do the same things with him that I do with you." He slipped two fingers underneath the band and lightly slid it down, "I want him to love me like I love you both." He threw the boxers in the same direction as some other articles of clothing, "I want to hold him and tell him how I feel and I want him to want to be held and to feel the same." He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the patch of hair between smooth legs. Much like the hair on his head, this hair was divided right down the middle; half white and half black.

"That would be nice." Yin gasped and whimpered as Derek placed kisses back up his stomach and chest, moving up until he placed a rough one on his lips before pressing his fingers against moist pink lips. Yin opened his mouth and took them in, licking and sucking them like a delicious lollipop. Derek watched silently, eyes clouded with lust, before removing his digits and reaching down to lightly prod Yin's tight entrance.

Yin made a small noise as one finger slipped inside. Derek moved lower to gently suck on Yin's length as he thrust his finger in and out of that tight heat. "Oh Derek." Yin groaned, tangling his fingers in blonde hair and back arching. Derek bobbed his head as he placed a second finger inside, making Yin moan. He scissored his fingers before adding a third and deep throating, earning a small cry from the other male.

Derek let the length fall from his mouth as he removed his fingers. He reached toward a drawer to get lube when the body beneath him suddenly sat up. He looked into the glaring eyes of Yang.

"Condom." Yang dead panned. Derek groaned, "Oh come on, it's our anniversary!"

"I don't care. Condom. And this." Yang said as he reached over, opened the drawer and pulled out a cock ring.

"You're just trying to torture me, aren't you?"

"Do it."

Derek sighed through his nose, angry, but did as Yang asked. He removed his boxers and took the ring from Yang, sliding it on along with the condom. "Happy?"

Yang nodded and let Yin take over as they fell back against the pillows. "Sorry." Yin said, "I don't know what's gotten into him."

Derek shrugged, not missing the mischievous glint in Yin's eye and figuring the two were planning something, but letting it slide since it couldn't be anything too bad if Yin agreed to it.

"Ready?" He asked as he positioned himself at Yin's entrance. The smaller man nodded. The blonde carefully pushed in, holding Yin's legs in a comfortable position as he slid in as deep as he could, forcing a loud moan from the body beneath him. He groaned at the familiar tightness and forced himself to stay still to keep from hurting his lover.

Yin took three deep breaths and nodded. Derek began to slowly move in and out.

It didn't take long to build up a steady rhythm. Yin panted and moaned as his prostate was continuously brushed. Derek leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lover's forehead, grabbing his neglected member and stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Yin's moans and whimpers increased in frequency and volume until he finally reached his limit and spilled his seed all over his stomach. Derek groaned when he felt the hot walls tighten and became frustrated at the fact that he could not come.

Still, he found the sight beneath him beautiful. Yin's normally pale skin was flushed and he was panting lightly, eyes clouded with pleasure.

Derek smiled and laid down beside him, pulling the smaller body against him in a gentle embrace and lightly kissing his forehead.

"Don't treat me like some little girl." Yang snapped as he moved away. Derek sighed through his nose in annoyance. Yang sat up and glared down at the older man, "Get that dirty condom off and out of this bed. We washed the sheets yesterday."

Derek wanted nothing more than to lash out, but he couldn't. His passive aggressive nature wouldn't allow it. Instead, he removed the condom and tossed it into a waist bin next to the bed.

"Good boy." Yang said as he got onto all fours facing Derek. He reached out and easily removed the cock ring, tossing it across the room.

Derek was incredibly surprised when Yang gripped his member tightly, lightly licking the tip before taking the whole thing in in one quick swallow. Derek groaned and rested his hand in multicolored hair. He let his eyes slip closed as Yang bobbed his head in a steady rhythm.

Just as he thought he would explode, Yang stopped. Before he could say anything, Yang was climbing on top of him, blank expression in place as he reached behind him and grasped Derek's member, lining it up with his entrance. Derek reached out and grasped his hips, stopping him, "What are you doing?"

Yang gave him an annoyed look, "What does it look like?"

"It looks like you're bored. I want you to want to do this."

Yang scowled, "I don't do favors and I don't go out of my way to something for anyone but Yin. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't want to. Now shut up or I will stop and you can jack yourself off."

Derek released the thin hips and let his hands rest on the bed. Yang lowered himself, gasping slightly as he was penetrated, and slid all the way down. He paused, the normally blank face now featuring a blissful expression, and waited a few seconds before slowly going back up, then falling down again, earning a small noise from his lover.

Yang slowly increased the rhythm, gasping and panting as he let gravity help him. At one point Derek attempted to reach out and rub Yang's member, but his hand was slapped away with a bark of "Don't touch me!"

Derek felt himself drawing close, but, like before, Yang suddenly stopped. "I'm tired." He stated matter-of-factly as he climbed off and walked across the room. Derek groaned in annoyance and watched as Yang stopped on the other side of the room and leaned against the wall, giving him an oddly seductive look. He sat up and got off the bed, going across the room and standing close in front of the slightly shorter man.

"Well?" Yang asked expectantly. Derek leaned down, swiftly stealing a rough kiss. Yang threw his arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. The blonde man pressed himself against the smaller man and ran his hands up and down his sides.

Yang let out an annoyed growl and broke the kiss, "Will you just fuck me against this fucking wall already!?" He snapped. Derek smirked and picked the other up, forcing him roughly against the wall and kissing him harshly as slender legs wrapped around his waist and thin arms wrapped around his neck.

Derek was taken my surprise at how loud Yang was when he was penetrated. At first he feared that he'd hurt the smaller body, but the blissful expression said other wise. Yang groaned and opened his legs wider, "Come on. Move!"

"Are you sure you're-?"

"I won't fucking break!" Yang bucked his hips to get his point across. Derek sighed in pleasure and began roughly thrusting.

Derek was pleased as Yang moaned loudly and cried out often, writhing and moving against him wildly. It was probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. Panting, he pressed a rough kiss against pale lips then moved to bite at tender flesh on a smooth neck, "You like being dominated, don't you bitch?" He whispered huskily, surprising even himself.

"Oh god, only by you baby!" Yang whimpered in return, which Derek found to be utterly shocking and a huge turn-on. He reached between them and began pumping Yang's member in time with his quick, powerful thrusts.

"I'm so close!" Yang groaned loudly. "Me too." Derek grunted, feeling himself nearing the edge.

"Come inside me." Yang whimpered before his body stiffened and he cried out Derek's name, spilling his seed on their stomachs. Derek groaned as he released his own seed inside his lover. Yang whimpered at the sensation and held Derek closer as he was roughly thrust into a few more times before all movement stopped.

They moved and shifted and Derek was sitting on the floor and leaning against the wall, Yang in his lap leaning against him. Yang shuddered at the sensation of Derek's fluids leaving him. "Fuck... I need a bath..."

Derek chuckled, "Me too."
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Derek Blair's life was far from boring. Being on tour was as fun as it was exhausting. Between goofing off with his band mates, playing several gigs in several cities, Yin's excellent cooking and Yang's amazing sex, he was on top of the world.

50 Words - DerekxYin/Yang

2010-07-11T18:25:00.002-05:00

1. Love

Love was an emotion that Yin was more open to than Yang, mostly because Yin was also easier to get along with, while Yang preferred to keep to himself.

2. Hate

Yang wouldn't really say that he "hated" Derek, he just wished that the bastard would fall into an open pit and die.

3. Rain

Derek loved the rain and often stood out in it during a down pour. Yang thought this was completely ridiculous.

4. Fear

Having to share one body between two souls was a little frightening. Yin and Yang had been together since birth and the thought that one day one of them could disappear was terrifying.

5. Empty

For Yin, the glass was half full, for Yang, half empty, and for Derek, it was half full except on Monday's.

6. Fall

D: "If you ever fall, I'll catch you, okay?"
YA: "I don't fall."
D: "I know, I'm just throwing that out there. You know, just in case."
YI: "He's not listening anymore."
D: "Yeah I know."

7. Open

The easiest way to tell the two souls apart was by which eye was open. If it was the blue eye on the left side, Yin was the one controlling the body. If it was the yellow one on the right, Yang was in control. If both eyes were open, it was impossible to tell who was in control until they said something.

10. Close

Yang didn't like being close to anyone, physically or emotionally. The only person he cared about was Yin and that's how he wanted it to stay, but Derek was freaking ruining it.

11. Climb

For Derek, the climb to success had been short and sweet. He'd gotten to the top within a few short years and was having a great time where he was. His downfall, however, looked like a twenty year old boy, hair half white and half black, one blue eye and one yellow eye, who seemed to be bipolar and talked to himself a lot.

12. Fire

Yin was like water; soft, gentle and beautiful but dangerous if upset. Yang was like fire; safe to view from a distance but would burn if you ventured too close.

13. Pain

Yin didn't deal with pain well, so Yang often took over if he was injured or if someone was picking in them for their odd looks. In the latter's case, the other person was the one who was going to feel the pain.

14. Pleasure

Derek's guilty pleasure was watching the two talk to each other. They were able to easily go about with whatever they were doing smoothly while switching control back and forth seamlessly. Anyone else who viewed them would quickly assume it was one person talking to himself.

15. Smile

Yin smiled often and it was always a lovely sight. Yang didn't smile as much and when he did it was usually small, but Derek loved it none the less.

16. Cry

When Yin cried, Yang would allow Derek to hold him, if only because Yang could not physically comfort his other half himself.

17. Toy

Yang's scythe was not a toy. Too many often realized this too late.

18. Happy

Derek was happiest when Yang was happy. If Yang was happy, then Yin could curl up on the couch next to Derek and they could all watch TV together.

19. Scar

Being two people in one body left a bit of a mental scar. Yin could not function without Yang and Yang was very overprotective of Yin.

20. Angel

If Yin was the angel, then Yang was the demon, and Derek was just a measly human that had fallen in love with both.

21. Song

Being a musician in a successful band had allowed Derek to write all sorts of songs. His most recent inspiration was his new boyfriend and he found it was very difficult to write a song that discribed him exactly.

22. Chain

Yin and Yang always had been and always would be chained together. This was fine with them though, they'd learned how to move together.

23. Dance

Dancing wasn't something Yang was into. He had to agree, however, when one of Derek's band's songs came on the radio and the blonde man offered him his hand.

24. Night

Yin was like the night; soft, quiet, feminine and a little mysterious.

25. Day

Yang was like the day; harsh, loud, strong and hot-tempered.

26. Fool

Derek knew he was a fool for trying to love two people at the same time, even though they were physically one person, and especially since one of them didn't seem to like him in the least.

27. Whisper

In the darkness of the bedroom, Derek would whisper lovely things to the smaller body next to him. Yin would often whisper them back, but, very rarely, Yang's voice would be the one replying with something nice.

28. Shout

When Yang got angry he would shout, yell and throw a loud fit. One day, when Derek told him that was childish, he was promptly kicked out of the house and not allowed back in for three days.

29. Paralyzed

Sometimes when Yang would stare at him, Derek would become paralyzed at the look in his eyes. It would only last a few seconds before completely disappearing and being replaced with annoyance, but Derek knew it was there. He never knew if it was good or bad though.

30. Break

Yin was soft and easy to break. Yang, however, was like diamond. For Yin's sake, he swore he would never break.

31. Stuck

Yin and Yang never considered themselves stuck together. Fate had simply decided they were meant to be together, and that was fine with them.

32. Habit

Yang had a habit of swinging at anyone who touched him. It was a habit that Derek was determined to break.

33. Listen

Yin was a good listener. If you had a problem, he would sit quietly, listen to the whole story and help you as best he could. Yang was also a good listener, but wasn't much for helping if you had a problem.

34. Numb

Yang had become numb to many things early in life. Pain, empathy and love had been just a few. Derek, however, seemed to be the cure to the numbness and Yang hated it.

35. Shadow

When they were small, Yin liked to pretend that his shadow was Yang's physical form; always following him close by and watching over him.

36. Wake

When it came to Yin and Yang, Derek's life was never routine. In the mornings he could wake up one of two ways; to a gentle kiss and a loving smile, or a hard floor and a harsh voice demanding breakfast.

37. Blood

Up until he was ten, Yang was afraid to bleed. He was terrified of the thought that their blood might be different from everyone elses, so he did everything he could to keep them out of harm's way. Then one day he tripped and scrapped his knee and began to bleed. He saw that it was red and suddenly he wasn't scared anymore.

38. Valentine

Derek always received dozens of Valentines from women "head over heels" in love with him, but he only ever bought two Valentine's day gifts; a simple white rose for Yang and a white and pink teddy bear for Yin.

39. Pieces

He knew it was incredibly childish, but sometimes Derek would take a piece of a puzzle that Yang was working on and hide it so that later when Yang needed it, Derek could "find it" and Yang would be just a little bit thankful for his existence.

40. Lullaby

Derek loved it when Yin would sing him a lullaby some nights.

41. Crush

Yang didn't know when hatred had turned into a crush, but he wasn't happy about it. Then again, that would probably change soon too.

42. Curse

Their being together forever was not a curse, but a gift. Two people could not possibly be closer than Yin and Yang.

43. Moon

Yin loved the moon. It was big and beautiful and lit up the night with the soft touch of a mother.

44. Sun

Yang liked the sun. It was huge and fiery and cast a harsh light that would easily vanquish any beasts of the night.

45. Belong

Yin and Yang had never really belonged anywhere. Laying on the couch in Derek's arms, however, seemed like the perfect place to be.

46. Friend

The day Yang had told him that they were "just friends" Derek hadn't been hurt badly. Just being friends with Yang was a damn good start.

47. Frozen

Yin didn't like the cold. He'd heard of people who had frozen to death and never wanted to experience such a thing. On cold nights he'd press himself as close to Derek as possible under the blankets and refused to come out until he saw daylight.

48. Heat

When Derek and Yin made love, it was gentle, slow and loving. With Yang, it was always hot, fast and loud and Derek could never decide which he liked better.

49. Lies

Yang had never been one to lie to himself, so one day when Derek leaned over and kissed him, he couldn't tell himself he didn't like it.

50. Truth

Anyone could tell which soul was in control during a game of truth or dare. Yang always chose dare, Yin always chose truth and Derek learned quickly that this could be used to his advantage.

50 Words - AshtonxCurtisxS

2010-07-11T18:16:00.002-05:00

1. Love

Ashton was almost positive that Curtis could not feel love. The only thing that made him think that maybe the smaller man could was when Curtis would panic if Ashton stayed out too long.

2. Hate

Hate was not an emotion Curtis was familiar with. He was always grinning, always happy, because he was just too crazy to stay in touch with anything around him most times.

3. Rain

Ashton didn't care much for rain. He did find a little amusement, however, in watching Curtis just stand in it and laugh like the madman he was.

4. Fear

Even though Ashton deeply cared for Curtis and believed that, on some level, Curtis must care for him, there was always a lingering fear in the back of his mind that one day the crazy man would snap, kill him and add him to his "doll" collection.

5. Empty

Ashton always hated the five "dolls" in Curtis' collection. Their eyes, while looking lifeless and empty, seemed to follow him, as though blaming him for allowing Curtis to kill and embalm them.

6. Fall

Staying with Curtis was like running a marathon. The only difference, however, was that if Ashton ever fell, Curtis would stop and wait for him to get up.

7. Open

Ashton learned the hard way that if he found something in the basement labeled "Curtis' - Do Not Open" he should NOT open it. Ever.

10. Close

Ashton liked being close to Curtis at all times, mostly to just keep an eye on him so he wouldn't do anything that would get them in trouble with the law again.

11. Climb

It was sort of cute how Curtis, even though he was nearing his twentieth birthday, always had to stop and climb on any playground equipment they happened to pass by.

12. Fire

Fire was something S liked. He could sit and watch it for hours. He found that Curtis often reminded him of fire; nice to look at but incredibly dangerous to play with.

13. Pain

If given the choice, S would rather have become like the other dolls, C, U, R, T, and I, because they did not have to go through the pain he had to become like he was. They were dead and he was stuck in an eternal hell with Curtis.

14. Pleasure

Curtis enjoyed a lot of things in life. What brought him the most pleasure, however, was slipping his needle through, preferably human and living, flesh.

15. Smile

Sometimes Curtis' smile looked normal, almost sweet, but most times it just looked insane.

16. Cry

Ashton never cried because he was a man, and men didn't cry. Curtis didn't cry because he was never sad. S never cried because Curtis had taken that ability away, along with his voice, heartbeat, ability to bleed and almost everything else that had once made him human.

17. Toy

S liked Ashton. Not just because he kept Curtis occupied most times and therefore away from him, but also because Ashton treated him like a person and not the "toy" Curtis had turned him into.

18. Happy

Curtis had always been a happy child, which is why his family was so surprised when he was taken to a mental asylum one day for killing eight people in three years.

19. Scar

For a long time Ashton hated the scar on his lower back that he'd gotten from his own stupidity. Now, however, he was quite thankful for it because it was that imperfection on his skin that had kept him alive when he first met Curtis.

20. Angel

Curtis was no angel, but sometimes, when he was sleeping, he looked pretty damn close.

21. Song

Every time "Dance With the Devil" by Breaking Benjamin came on the radio, Ashton would think of Curtis and how he was probably one of the few people who hadn't died a horrible death after coming in contact with the little Devil.

22. Chain

Curtis hated being chained down, forced to stay in one place for a period of time, so they traveled often, going from town to town every few days and never staying somewhere for more than four days.

23. Dance

Sometimes when he worked, Curtis liked to dance about. Ashton would watch sometimes, but never stayed for long, the stench of blood, embalming fluid and a mix of other putrid smells often becoming too much for him to take within a short period of time.

24. Night

Curtis was often calmer at night. Usually, he would sit on the bed and curl against Ashton as they all watched TV in whatever hotel they were in.

25. Day

Daylight brought a lot of relief to Ashton. It meant he'd survived another night sleeping next to the most dangerous man outside of an insane asylum in America.

26. Fool

S often thought Ashton was a bit of a fool for falling for someone like Curtis, but he was still thankful for it.

27. Whisper

When they were alone at night, Ashton liked to whisper sweet nothings to Curtis and loved it when Curtis would whisper them back to him.

28. Shout

Curtis liked to yell, shout, make noise and just be as loud as possible while S never made a sound. Ashton found this rather amusing, thinking the two complimented each other well.

29. Paralyzed

S had never been paralyzed with fear, but sometimes when Curtis got angry for whatever reason, he found difficult to move.

30. Break

Curtis didn't like to break objects, just people. He liked to break them with an axe, machete or saw, then put them back together again with a needle and thread.

31. Stuck

For a long time, S considered himself stuck with Curtis. When Ashton came along and Curtis was no longer so overbearing, however, he considered himself to be more like a traveling partner.

32. Habit

They all had bad habits. S liked to smoke, Ashton would get drunk off his ass once a week, and Curtis liked to murder people. They all had bad habits, but Curtis' was the worst.

33. Listen

There were those who assumed that since S could not speak, he was a good listener. They were wrong.

34. Numb

Once a week, Ashton would find a bar and drink until he was numb. He would often wake up in the morning in a bed, S and Curtis sitting quietly beside him.

35. Shadow

Ashton noticed one day that Curtis would often walk in his or S' shadow. When he asked why, Curtis just smiled his twisted smile, laughed and ran ahead, stopping in the shadow of a tree to wait for them to catch up.

36. Wake

Curtis often woke up before his two companions. When he did, he would watch them sleep for several minutes and contemplate killing them, before deciding against it and wake them by jumping on the beds.

37. Blood

Curtis loved blood. He liked the texture, the temperature, the smell and the taste. He loved the way it looked while it flowed from an open wound and the sound it would make as it splattered the floor, the screams of his victim often mixing with it to make a lovely melody.

38. Valentine

For Valentine's day, the three would always buy each other something. This wasn't a romantic gesture as much as it was just a small celebration of the Holiday and a reminder that they still had each other.

39. Pieces

On those very rare occasions when Curtis would snap and everything would fall apart, Ashton and S were always there to pick up the pieces again.

40. Lullaby

S would often pretend to sleep and listen to Ashton sing Curtis a lullaby when the youngest couldn't sleep.

41. Crush

The day S realized he had a crush on Curtis, he attempted to slit his wrists and hang himself, only to realize that neither of these would kill him.

42. Curse

S often wondered if there was anything that could kill him, aside from Curtis, and if this was a gift or a curse.

43. Moon

Curtis loved a full moon. He would often sit outside, close his eyes and imagine he was a werewolf.

44. Sun

S liked sunny days. He liked the warmth and the light the sun brought with it. He also liked the fact that they made it easier to keep an eye on Curtis, since the madman moved slower in the heat.

45. Belong

For over twenty years, S didn't really belong anywhere or with anyone. While he hated what Curtis had done to him, he was also a little relieved to finally belong somewhere.

46. Friend

Curtis had never had a friend. He was friendly enough, but often said strange and frightening things and had odd mannerisms that scared people off. As a result, he liked to get as much attention as possible from his only two "friends" in the world.

47. Frozen

S often believed that the other "dolls" seemed to be frozen in time. The thought that he also might never age was both terrifying and intriguing.

48. Heat

S didn't usually join in on Ashton and Curtis' passionate moments. When he did, however, he was amazed at how much heat was created.

49. Lies

Curtis talked nearly constantly and about everything. Ashton didn't know how much he lied about, but enjoyed listening none the less.

50. Truth

Curtis would never tell anyone the real reason he embalmed some of his victims or why he never let S leave his side. The truth was, he was completely terrified of dying and C, U, R, T, I, and S were his attempts at finding a way to keep himself alive forever.

Character Bios

2010-07-11T18:12:00.005-05:00

Curtis:
19
Straight shoulder length black hair; fringe covers left eye
Medium
Slim
Suffers from OCD, Psychopathy, Dissociative Disorder and Gender-Identity Disorder. Prefers to wear gothic clothes and skirts. Always in a cheery mood. Likes to chop people up then sew them back together. Created six dolls named after himself (C, U, R, T, I and S). Uses black magic to keep S (the only male) "alive" and to switch his soul to take possession of the other dolls. Seeks constant approval and affection from Ashton and S.

Dolls:
C:
Long red hair
Medium
Shapely
Large bust
"Sexy redhead"
Short, tight-fitting black dress
Often used to seduce new victim's into Curtis' home.
U:
Medium length blonde hair; Lolita style
Medium
Shapely
Large bust
"Lolita"
Black webbed corset
Black and red webbed skirt
Used most often on random outings when Curtis' wants to get the most attention, but not draw in perverted old men.
R:
Long brown hair
Medium
Average
Medium bust
"Intelligent school-girl"
School uniform top
School uniform skirt
Used when Curtis wants to go into a school to scout for new victims.
T:
Long black hair
Tall
Thin
Small bust
"Witch lady"
Long, webbed, black dress
Used for cult meetings or lurking around at night.
I:
Short blonde hair
Short
Shapely
Medium bust
"Dumb blonde"
Tight white tank top
Short shorts
Used for most social gatherings in which interaction with other people might occur.
S:
26
Long black hair; ponytail.
Tall
Fit
"Bad boy"
Black shirt
Leather jacket
Leather pants
Before Death: Loud, rowdy and a trouble maker. Smoked and drank often with "friends." Stayed out late getting into trouble. Didn't take orders from anyone. Carried a gun and pocket knife at all times. Attempted to rob Curtis (who was disguised as U) at gun point. Was killed with black magic.
After Death: Vocal chords were removed to prevent easy tattling. Blood no longer flows, veins are instead filled with a black fluid powered by black magic. Cannot leave Curtis' side or Curtis will stop the flow. Cannot die by any other means. Does not like to party or make trouble any longer. Easily frustrated. Still keeps his gun and knife on him at all times. Is slightly thankful to Curtis for saving him from the dangerous life he'd previously been living and often keeps a close eye on him.

Ashton:
24
Short black hair
Tall
Slightly muscular
Calm and level headed most of the time. Doesn't take life too seriously. Likes to get incredibly drunk once a week for no good reason, but doesn't drink otherwise. Enjoys socializing with his peers. Easy to get along with. Very outgoing. Likes to make people happy. Knows what to do and say to keep himself off Curtis' cold metal table. Care's deeply for Curtis but doesn't expect much in return.

Yin:
20
Short black hair on the left side of head
Blue eye
Somewhat short
Thin with slight muscle
The nice side. Left handed. Likes to socialize. Enjoys being around friends and having fun. Is often very helpful and a good listener. Likes to paint or draw. Excellent swimmer. Can hold his breath over three minutes at a time. Doesn't like the sight of blood or an open wound. Loves to be held. Is in love with Derek.

Yang:
20
Short white hair on the right side of head
Yellow eye
Somewhat short
Thin with slight muscle
The mean side. Right handed. Prefers to be alone. Doesn't like social events or gatherings. Hates small children and dogs. Likes to read or do puzzles. Extremely skilled in martial arts. If hand to hand combat does not work, summons a scythe which he wields with great skill. Hates being touched. Refuses to openly admit that he doesn't hate Derek's guts.

Derek:
25
Short blonde hair, slicked back
Tall
Fit
Very easy going. Knows when he needs to be serious and when it's okay to joke around. Plays electric guitar and vocals in a band. Likes to flirt. Can hold his own in a fight. Spends much of his free time writing songs or goofing off. Charismatic, sarcastic and charming. Is in love with Yin/Yang and often does romantic things in an attempt to get Yang to like him.

Duane:
19
Medium purple hair
Dark purple tail
Fit
A little bit on the wild side. Likes learning things about humans and the dark arts. Spends most of his time in a hidden cavern outside of the city with his friends. Collect human relics and objects. Has a temper problem. Finds humor in talking bad about others. Doesn't like authority figures. Hates being told what to do. Likes doing what he wants, when he wants, how he wants.

Anthony:
16
Short blonde hair
Light blue tail
Thin
Happy most of the time. Likes to please others. Loves collecting human books and artifacts. Can read human words and is able to communicate with any species; two gifts which most do not possess. Enjoys singing and being around his two best friends; eels Jet and Set. Is much stronger than he looks. Doesn't like being pushed around. Often feigns innocence, but is actually very sneaky and can be manipulative.

Alucard:
500+
Short black hair; slicked back
Red eyes
Tall
Fit
Born around the 1500s. Became a vampire in his late twenties. Real name unknown. Usually calm and unemotional. Doesn't like being around people very long. Only eats homeless people or criminals to avoid being easily noticed. Doesn't like a lot of light. Prefers to sit and read in front of the fireplace. Has contributed something to every war since he was twenty. Doesn't hang around with his own kind much. Travels often. Very intelligent and charming.

Flow:
200+
Medium shaggy brown hair
Yellow eyes
Tall
Fit
Born a werewolf around the 1700s. Met Alucard when he was nineteen. Was turned into a werewolf/vampire hybrid. Named by Alucard. Can transform at will. Upbeat and happy most times. Has a temper from hell. Enjoys being with other wolves. Stays with Alucard. Likes to curl up in front of the fireplace at his "master's" feet. Very strong. Easily confused. Often hyper-active. Is often the one to catch prey for himself and Alucard. Not the brightest, but is very likeable.

20 Words - Edmond and Sven

2010-06-25T14:53:00.006-05:00

1. Memory

One of Sven's favorite memories was when he and Edmond actually met. He'd seen the dark haired boy many times before but was too afraid to introduce himself, mostly because he'd seen how he reacted to meeting new people; hatefully. So, when Sven finally worked up the courage to go up to Edmond, hold out his hand and say "Hello, I'm Sven," he was thrilled when Edmond gave him an odd look before taking the offered appendage and supplying his own name.

2. Rain

"I. Hate. Rain." Edmond spat darkly as they trudged home through the down pour. Sven chuckled and tilted his head back, allowing the drops to hit his forehead, "It's not so bad. Kind of refreshing really."
"Fuck you, Sven. Fuck you right in the ear."

3. Disturbed

Sven knew Edmond was a very disturbed person. So, naturally, he wasn't really all that surprised when he walked into the kitchen one day and found Edmond microwaving a dead squirrel wrapped in tinfoil.

4. Specific

Sven wasn't sure what attracted him to Edmond, specifically. Was it the soft hair? The smooth skin? Those intense charcoal eyes? Those perfect lips? Or, was it just specifically Edmond he was attracted to? He wasn't sure he'd ever know, but he was okay with that.

5. Nice

There were two different kinds of nice for Edmond. There was the kind everyone experienced, in which Edmond would not punch them in the face for saying something stupid, and the kind that he reserved only for Edric, Sven and kittens.

6. Aim

Sven had always assumed that Edmond had terrible aim. This is mostly because Edmond often seemed to just attack with no forethought and fight violently until the battle was over. One day, however, after making a comment about the laundry not being done and it was Edmond's job since he was the 'female' in the relationship, he learned the hard way that Edmond actually had excellent aim when three knives embedded themselves in the wall, only centimeters from his head, and Edmond proclaimed that the next would have taken off part of his ear.

That same day, Sven also learned how to do the laundry.

7. Twin

Edmond and Edric had never been exactly the same. While their faces were identical, their hair color and personalities were not. One year, for Halloween, when they were only ten, Edric dyed his hair black and they went as vampires. No one was able to tell them apart. Until, however, Edmond pounced on some boy and began beating him for saying that vampires were gay, while Edric just stood by and cried. That made it pretty obvious as to who was who.

8. Poet

Sven was by no means a poet, but being with Edmond often left him with poetic thoughts.

9. Worse

S: "What would be worse, losing me or Edric?"
E: "Losing you."
S: "Really? Why?"
E: "You're strong. If I lost Edric, I could come to you for comfort and you would make it a little better. If I lost you, Edric would be just as devastated as me and then we'd both be fucked."
S: "Oh... Wow... That's actually kind of sweet."
E: "Plus, I have a big life insurance policy on Edric. If I lost him, I'd get half a million. If I lost you, I wouldn't get anything."
S: "You're not exactly trying to win any Mr. Sensitivity awards, are you?"

10. Head

Even though he loved the feeling, Sven still hesitated when it came to Edmond giving him head. This is completely due to the fact that Edmond's sharp, pointed teeth could easily slice through his skin if he wasn't careful. In fact, the only reason Sven ever let Edmond give him head was because the younger man was so good at it that the red head often completely forgot his worries as soon as Edmond went down on him.

11. Property

In public, Edmond came off as wild, uncontrollable and belonging to no one. In bed, however, he would voluntarily allow Sven to tie him down and call him his pet, even going so far as to call Sven his master and beg for more.

12. Delicate

Edmond was by no means delicate. Infact, he could probably be hit in the face by a nuclear bomb and be fine, albeit very pissed. Still, that didn't stop both Edric and Sven from panicking when Edmond was bucked off a horse while learning to ride. They both calmed a great deal, however, when he quickly got up, went to the horse and punched it in the face.

13. Friendship

Earning Edmond's friendship was believed to be an incredibly difficult feat only attempted by those who were crazy and only won by one in a million. Sven knew otherwise. All you really had to do was bring him a basket with a kitten, some chocolate and a copy of a newly released Xbox game inside and he'd declare you his best friend for life.

14. Politeness

Sven liked to be polite. He didn't believe in unnecessary rudeness or disliking others for no reason. Edmond, however, didn't really seem to care either way and often got Sven into some pretty delicate situations that he rarely ever escaped from unharmed.

15. Moon

Sometimes, while they would lay outside in the grass at night, with the moon as the only witness, Sven would whisper sweet nothings and run his fingers through dark hair and Edmond would relax and let his eyes slip closed and just enjoy being close to the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

16. Moment

Many people knew that it only took a moment for Edmond to become incredibly angry. What most didn't know, however, was if you played your cards right, it only took a moment for him to be happy again. For Sven, a quick kiss on the temple usually did the trick.

17. Genetics

Sven often believed that genetics had not been nice to him. He was slightly pale, had red hair, freckles, was less than graceful on his feet and his hands seemed too big. When he voiced these concerns to Edmond, the younger man called him an idiot, crawled in his lap and kissed him.

18. Adult

When Sven was a child all he wanted to be when he grew up was an astronaut. He kept this dream well into high school and even after graduating. After meeting the twins, however, he decided that space could go fuck itself, and all he needed was right there with him.

19. Front

Edmond often put up a strong front in public. In private, it often came crumbling down. He cried during chick-flicks, laughed at stupid jokes, took care of several cats and openly admitted to loving it when Sven would randomly hug him or kiss him or even just run his fingers through Edmond's hair.

20. Rejection

If there's one thing Edmond doesn't deal with well, its rejection. Which is why Sven does his best to never say no. When Edmond picks up a random cat on the street, Sven lets him keep it. When Edmond wants to beat someone up for whatever reason, Sven doesn't stop him. When they're in bed and Edmond wants Sven to hurt him, Sven does it. Not because he wants to, but because if he doesn't, one of them is going to get hurt anyway, and he isn't the one who wants it.

More OCs

2010-06-24T17:06:00.013-05:00

Charleston:
44
Long light blue hair
Tall
Somewhat muscular
Takes great pride in ruling over Naria. A very fair and just ruler. Tries to see things from others perspective's, not just his own. Likes order; dislikes chaos and confusion. Always does what's right, even if he's been wronged.
Oliver and Baltimore's father.
Caprica's husband.

Oliver:
25
Medium peach-colored hair
Tall
Normal
Tends to be quick to judge others and to anger. Doesn't play nice most times. Complains often. Doesn't like small children. Likes quiet places. Prefers to stay somewhere away from large groups of people. Rarely loses a fight. Never wins an argument against Cadick. Has never had to work for anything because his father has money.
Baltimore's brother.
Charleston's son; first born.
Cadick's boyfriend; dominant.

Baltimore:
19
Short light blue hair
Short
Thin
Happy with most everything. Likes to help others. Hates conflict, seeing people sad and violence. Spends most of his time in the woods. Loves riding horses and swimming in rivers. Enjoys peace and quiet. Is very well-mannered and polite to everyone.
Oliver's brother.
Charleston's son; second born.
Achilles' fiance; submissive.

Edmond:
23
Short black hair
Medium
Slim but with some muscle
Very loud and quick to anger. Likes to pick fights. Hates to lose. Always speaks his mind, even at the risk of hurting someone's feelings. Has a violent and almost uncontrollable temper. Hates the color pink. Likes kittens. Can't stand dogs. Often very moody or unfriendly. Very protective of Edric.
Edric's twin; older.
Sven's boyfriend; submissive.

Edric:
23
Short blonde hair
Medium
Slim
Very friendly and open towards others. Likes to have fun. Loves it when people around him are happy. Is usually the one to calm Edmond down during a temper tantrum. Thinks dogs are cute, but is afraid of big ones. Loves animals. Is almost always smiling. Often thinks over what to say before saying it.
Edmond's twin; younger.
Augustus' boyfriend; submissive.

Sven:
24
Short messy red hair
Medium
Fit
Usually very laid-back and well mannered. Doesn't care for conflict but will fight if he must. Prefers to just hang out somewhere with friends as opposed to going out and doing things. Very funny. Likes pizza and soda. Hates people who are mean to others. Most people can't figure out why he and Edmond even started hanging out together in the first place.
Edmond's boyfriend; dominant.

Augustus:
25
Dark blue hair; short in back; fringe in front
Tall
Somewhat muscular
Loves to have fun and be around friends. Very polite and helpful. Doesn't speak very well, which may be associated to a possible learning disorder, but is still intelligent. Doesn't get along well with Edmond. Has been Sven's best friend for several years. Likes learning new things. Hates bugs.
Edric's boyfriend; dominant.

Achilles:
27
Short dark brown hair
Very tall
Slim but muscular
Hates technology. Leader of a large village. Often in a foul mood. Very protective of everything he believes belongs to him, including Baltimore. Does not get along with Oliver. Very strong. Likes to spar and hunt with Xavier. Quick to anger. Very intelligent. Hates being told what to do.
Xavier's brother.
Baltimore's fiancee; dominant.

Xavier:
25
Medium brown hair
Tall
Fit
Thinks life is a game. Very friendly. Likes having lots of fun and hanging around with friends while having lots of fun. Happy-go-lucky. Has a brain but doesn't think to use it most of the time. Good at martial arts. Likes discovering new things. Doesn't like conflict.
Achilles' brother.

Thaddeus:
48
Short white hair
Tall
Fit
Rules Drog with an iron fist. Very cold and calculating. Has a twisted sense of humor and often cracks jokes at other people's expense. Chose three possible successor's in the event of his death; Cadick, Walter and Oddiceus. Enjoys violence and the suffering of others. Hates compassion. Kicks puppies for fun.

Cadick:
23
Short red hair
Medium
Slim and fit
Has a violent temper. Hates pretty much everything. Is smarter than most people and knows it. Likes children but pretends to hate them. Prefers to be alone. Is a well-trained fighter who hasn't lost a fight in over three years. Doesn't play well with others. Is polite toward those who are higher up. Has worked his entire life to get what he wants. Refers to any male who is friendly toward him as a 'fag' but will hurt anyone who calls him one. Likes to cuddle and be held, but will never admit it.
Oliver's boyfriend; submissive.
Thaddeus' former successor; was first.

Walter:
24
Medium silver hair
Tall
Fit
Puts logic above all else. Asked Cadick if he was a fag once, lost his right eye for it. Has a crush on Cadick. Very laid back until he is angered. Skilled fighter. Is seen by other people as a bit of a snob. Doesn't like a lot of noise. Often overconfident. Good at thinking and planning ahead, making him an excellent strategist. Believes anything that doesn't benefit him is a useless waste of time. Knows Oliver is the reason Cadick switched sides and hates him for it.
Thaddeus' successor; first.

Oddiceus:
28
Long black hair; ponytail
Tall
Muscular
Easily considered the dumbest of the trio. Cadick often refuses to speak to him and Oliver isn't very friendly toward him. He either doesn't realize this or doesn't care. Like the others, he is quick to anger, but can be easily calmed. Is not very bright and often does not understand what the others are saying. Likes the color black. Hates rap.
Thaddeus' successor; second.

20 Words - Cadick & Oliver

2010-06-23T01:29:00.012-05:00

1. Memory

Cadick couldn't remember a time when he'd actually been happy before meeting Oliver. Most of his memories before then consisted of a neglectful mother, a drunken father and years of verbal abuse full of threats of physical harm if he ever so much as touched another male.

2. Rain

One of the things Oliver hated most was rain. It made everything wet and always turned Cadick into more of a moody, unbearable, pain in the ass than he already was.

3. Disturbed

Cadick always put on a strong front coupled with an 'I'm better than you so don't talk to me' attitude, so it was no big surprise that when he and Oliver shared a bed for the first time, Oliver was a little disturbed to learn that Cadick liked to cuddle in his sleep.

4. Slipping

There were times that Cadick would be slipping into sleep and he would feel hands running through his hair, but he would never tell Oliver how much he liked that.

5. Collapse

O: "Ugh, I'm so tired I could collapse!"
C: "Don't. I'm not carrying your sorry ass."
O: "Thanks babe, I love you too."

6. Hire

C: "I need something to do."
O: "I'll hire you to please me the rest of the week."
C: "And now I'm firing you as my boyfriend. Get the fuck out."

7. Echo

Cadick wasn't much for having fun, nor did he enjoy childish things, but he did kind of find it amusing when Oliver and Baltimore were having so much fun making echos in a large, empty room.

8. Bright

Oliver knew he as a pretty bright man. He understood a lot of things in life, like politics, the human mind, and pretty much anything ending in -ology, but he also knew he paled in comparison to how bright Cadick could be.

9. Grandmother

Cadick had never met Oliver and Baltimore's grandmother, but he did like listening to stories about her when he and Oliver were laying in bed at night.

10. Skull

O: "I bet you have a beautiful skull."
C: "What the fuck was that?"
O: "Hell if I know, I thought you'd appreciate it. Kind of makes me sound smart, huh?"
C: "Hm... Well, I'm sure your hyoid bone is just lovely."
O: "My what?"
C: "Yeah, that's what I thought."

11. Property

Cadick was no one's property; Oliver knew this. But sometimes, late at night when they were deep in passion, little comments like "you're fucking mine" would fall from Oliver's lips before he could stop them, and he was always thankful that Cadick never really seemed to notice.

12. Inaccuracy

O: "The thermometer says you have a temp. of 103."
C: "Well, that's completely inaccurate."
O: "Yeah, you're probably right. I'll start worrying when you start using small words."

13. Lock

There were several locks around Cadick's heart. He'd been adding them periodically since he was ten and never let anyone get too close for fear of getting hurt. Oliver, however, seemed to have a key to every one.

14. Politeness

Cadick had always made an effort to be polite and respectful to those who were several years older or in a higher ranked position than himself. This usually insured his easy movement through the social ladder. The first time he and Oliver met, he had immediately been rude and hateful, even though Oliver was not only older than himself, but he was also a diplomat's son. Still, the red head ended up becoming closer to the blonde than he had anyone else.

15. Sailing

"I can't believe I agreed to this." Cadick groaned as the sailboat shifted with the waves. He took a deep breath and moved closer to Oliver, who smirked and threw an arm over his shoulder's, "Don't worry, babe, I won't let the big bad water get you."
"Fuck you. This never leaves the boat."
"Of course not."

16. Moment

Their time together was made up of moments. Some moments, Cadick was hateful and stuck-up and refused to have fun. Other times, the red head would be more relaxed and willing to go along with Oliver's whims. The blonde's favorite moments, however, were the ones after their love-making when Cadick was calm and uncaring of what others might think of him and would allow Oliver to stroke his hair and hold him close with no complaints.

17. Individual

Throughout his life, Cadick always saw himself as the individual and everyone else as a group of people that would only hurt him in the end. The first time Oliver kissed him, Cadick realized he wasn't the only individual.

18. Adult

There are many reasons children and teens want to become adults. For Cadick, it was to break free from his father's tyranny. For Oliver, it was the freedom to make his own bad decisions. When they met and began dating, it became the freedom to be together without worrying about parents trying to separate them.

19. Wisdom

Oliver always thought that Cadick was sort of like a 50 year old trapped in a 23 year old's body. He was quick witted, had a sharp tongue and wasn't afraid to speak his mind, but he was also incredibly wise and you were bound to learn something from him, regardless of the conversation.

20. Rejection

Rejection was something Cadick dealt with often throughout his life. His father didn't want him, he'd been picked on in school for his intelligence, cleanliness and girlish behaviorism's (the bullying resulting in him later developing a bad reaction to the word "fag" in which he'd hurt anyone who dare call him such a thing), people avoided him and he never allowed himself close to anyone. So he found it odd that whenever he'd admit something to Oliver that he would never tell anyone else, his boyfriend would just smile and accept it and they would move on with their lives.

How Did They Meet? KadenxDouglas

2010-06-20T17:41:00.009-05:00

"Lookit her!"

"She's a hotty, huh?"

"Why dontcha go talk to'er?"

Kaden slid lower in his seat, in the booth, in the small cafe he and his 'friends' were at. David, Anthony and Mark were sitting with him, David next to him and the other two on the opposite side. They had spotted a pretty red head sitting a few booths down, sipping coffee and texting, and had immediately decided he should ask her out on grounds that he didn't have a girlfriend.

Which was total BS, seeing as David was the only one among them who did have a girlfriend.

Plus, he didn't really care for her. No, he was more interested in the boy sitting in the booth just past her. He was reading a book and drinking something from a mug, his charcoal-colored hair lightly brushing his cheeks.

"C'mon dude, go talk ta her!" David pressed, elbowing his friend in the ribs. Kaden sighed, "Fine."

"Yes!" Mark and Anthony high-fived, making Kaden roll his eyes, "You guys have to leave though."

"Whaaat?" Anthony whined.

"You have to leave. I don't want you cramping my style. I'll text you later and let you know how it goes."

"Aw c'mon!" David groaned, "That's not fair, bra."

"Shut up and leave already."

Whining and groaning the whole way, the boys finally stood from the table and walked out the door. They each gave him a thumbs up from outside before heading down the sidewalk towards the college.

Kaden stood and walked toward the girl...

Walking past her and sitting down across from the dark-haired boy. "Yo."

The boy stopped reading and looked up, seemingly surprised at his sudden guest. He sat the book down and smiled, "Hello."

"I'm Kaden." He introduced himself, holding his hand out for the other to take. The boy smiled, "Douglas." He said as he grasped the hand, shaking it.

"Nice to meet you." Kaden said smoothly, handsome smirk making it's way across his face as their hands parted. Douglas blushed and cheerfully replied, "You too."

Kaden leaned on the table, "I've seen you around campus. What's your major?"

"Medical. You?"

"Computer Science."

"Oh, that's neat!"

"Yeah, it's pretty interesting. So are you training to be a doctor or what?"

"I was leaning toward Radiology."

"And that is...?"

Douglas smiled and took a sip of his hot chocolate before diving into the first decent conversation he'd had in quite some time.

***

Kaden was glad he and Douglas hadn't scheduled any classes the rest of the day. They stayed in the cafe and talked for several hours, ordering food and drinks when they needed and jumping to different subjects.

Sadly, it was nearing six o'clock and the cafe would be closing.

"I guess I'd best be going." Douglas said as he slipped his book into a bag at his feet. Kaden smiled, "We should hang out sometime."

The freshman blushed, "You mean, like a date?"

Kaden's friendly smile turned into a smirk, "You could call it that, if you like. How about it?"

"Uh, s-sure."

"Awesome. Can I get your number?"

Douglas nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket, Kaden doing the same. They exchanged numbers and agreed on a time.

Kaden stood and walked out with Douglas. "Since you live on campus, could I walk you to your apartment?"

"If you want." Douglas smiled.

They made small talk as they headed to the apartments. When they made it to Douglas', they bid each other farewell and Kaden headed for his dorm.

***

"Dude, you're gay??" David said, stunned, from where he was sitting on his bed. Kaden gave him an odd look as he ran a comb through his wet, shoulder length brown hair, "We've been best friends for five years, I thought for sure you'd figured it out by now."

"How was I supposed to! It's not like you ever had a boyfriend!" David said, using his arms for emphasis. Kaden rolled his eyes and sat down on his bed, "I was dating Ralph for like, seven months, and Lance before that."

David paused, thinking it over. "... Is that why you were hanging around them so much at the time? And why they suddenly stopped hanging around after awhile?"

"Duh."

"But... but... You dated Stacy Wilson Senior year!"

"No, I agreed to act like her boyfriend so her ex would leave her alone."

"But-"

"Face it, dude," Kaden said as he laid down, "I'm gay. Get over it."

David turned off the light and laid down as well, "I'm not sure how comfortable I am sharing the same room as a gay man." He whispered. Kaden snorted, "You've been sharing the same room as me for two years. I'm not gonna sneak over at night and rape you. And anyway, I have my eyes on Douglas, remember?"

"Yeah..."

"Besides, you're bigger than me. If I tried, you'd probably just flip me over and butt-rape me as 'punishment.' Freak." Kaden said, smiling when he heard his best friend laugh.

***

"Hey, gorgeous. Ready?" Kaden asked as Douglas let him into the apartment. "Almost." Douglas said as he disappeared around a corner, only to return seconds later with a hoodie.

"What's that for?"

Douglas shrugged, "In case it get's cold later. I never leave home without a hoodie."

Kaden laughed and walked Douglas out to his car, where he graciously opened the passenger door for the other man. Douglas blushed and gave a small smile before slipping inside.

They chatted about this and that all the way to dinner.

Douglas was surprised when they pulled into a homey looking restaurant.

"I know it looks unimpressive," Kaden said apologetically, "But I promise they have some of the best food you've ever eaten."

And he was right. Fifteen minutes later, when a plate full of hot food was set in front of him and he took his first bite, Douglas was amazed at the taste. "This is amazing!"

"Yup. I eat here as often as possible." Kaden grinned. He reached into his pocket to check his wallet to make sure he had enough cash to cover the date expenses (he only used his credit card when he had to) and was horrified to discover that he was not there. He checked his other pocket to find that it, too, was empty.

"Shit." He whispered, remembering leaving it in his other pants after changing clothes after classes that day.

"What's wrong?" Douglas asked, concern evident in his voice and on his face.

"Nothing..." Kaden reassured quickly. He quickly thought up a plan and excused himself from the table, heading into the bathroom. He pulled out his cell and dialed David, praying he was still near the dorms.

"Yo."

"David? Dude, I need a huge favor."

"Out of condoms?" Kaden could practically hear the grin on his face, "NO. Can you bring me my wallet? I left it in the pants I was wearing this morning. They're in the dirty clothes bag in the bathroom."

"..."

"Hello?"

"Dude, are you serious?"

"Yes I'm serious! Get it for me!"

"Okay okay, geez. I'll get it for you. Where are you?"

"The Skyline, like five minutes away from the apartments."

"Okay. Be there in ten."

"Awesome. Thanks."

"Anytime."

Kaden put the phone away and headed back to his table.

"You okay?" Douglas asked when he returned. Kaden nodded, sitting, "I forgot to turn off the lights in our dorm room, so I had to call David."

"Okay." The smaller male smiled and took another bite.

Ten minutes later, Kaden was completely horrified when David knocked on the window next to their booth, wallet in his hand and a huge grin on his face. He gestured to the wallet with his free hand, "I got your wallet!" He called, voice muffled by the glass.

Kaden groaned and face-palmed, "Oh my God..."

Douglas giggled, "You could have told me you forgot your wallet."

"No. Way. I was not going to use that lame 'I left my wallet in my other pants' excuse on the first date." Kaden said as he stood. He hurriedly went outside to snatch his wallet from David's hand, giving him a dirty glare before going back inside.

Douglas giggled as he and David exchanged friendly waves before the older boy departed. "He seems nice." Douglas commented as he let his hand fall back to the table. "More like incredibly embarrassing..." Kaden muttered darkly, poking at his food.

Douglas laughed.

After dinner, they head to the theater.

"Oh, I'd love to see Zombieland!" Douglas suggested as they stood outside the theater. Kaden gave a small laugh, "Sure, that sounds great. Never would have pegged you for a horror fan, though."

Douglas pretended to be hurt, "It's not a horror, it's a comedy! Besides, I'm in Medical, remember? Blood and guts have never phased me."

Kaden chuckled and purchased two tickets for the movie, leading Douglas inside with a hand on his lower back.

***

Kaden was slightly surprised at how immune Douglas was to gore, the younger boy having never batted an eye the entire movie.

It was kind of a turn on.

"I had a nice time." Douglas said with a smile as they stood outside his apartment. "Me too." Kaden agreed.

They stood in silence, each unsure of what to do. Finally, Kaden leaned forward and gave Douglas a gentle kiss on the forehead. The younger boy blushed and giggled, "You're sweet."

"You're beautiful." Kaden said smoothly, attractive smirk on his face. They bid each other good night and Kaden walked back to his car.

Six months later, they moved into Douglas' apartment together.

Four months after that, Kaden met Tynan.

One month after that, he began cheating on Douglas.

Almost five months later, Douglas was curled in his bath tub, pain rocketing through his body, his world slowly growing dark as he wondered where it had all gone so wrong.

How Did They Meet? HectorxCedric

2010-06-19T18:44:00.013-05:00

Hector laughed like a madman as he stumbled through the dark city streets.

Free. He was finally free!

This infection that was taking over everywhere had been his godsend. It had allowed him and the other inmates to break free.

He cackled loudly. A 'Screamer' they'd called him. He liked being a Screamer.

He tripped, almost falling, before hitting a wall with his side. He frowned. It sucked not being able to use your arms. He tugged at the straight jacket, trying to break free, but to no avail. He made an irritated noise and continued on. He wasn't going anywhere specific, just needed to get as far away from the hellhole asylum he'd been stuck in for over six years as possible.

He headed toward a large building close by. It was an abandoned Sugar Mill and would be a good place to stop and rest for the night.

Or so he thought.

As he stumbled into the building, a strange noise met his ears. He tilted his head to listen. Crying?

He headed for the noise, thinking someone might be hurt.

Or maybe there was someone to hurt.

He grinned when he saw a thin woman sitting in a corner, crying. Her pretty little neck would be easy to snap. "Miss?" He said in his most calm voice possible, putting on the fake smile that had won him so many victims. "Are you alright?" He said, stepping closer, "Perhaps we could help each other out, hm?"

The crying stopped and was replaced with a low growling. Hector titled his head, "Miss?"

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Without warning, she screeched and jumped up, throwing out her arms and running at him. Hector noted that her fingers were very long and sharp claws, before turning and bolting.

He was glad that he was no longer human, otherwise she might have caught him. Thanks to being a special infected, however, he easily out ran her and hid. He stayed low, crouched in some bushes until he heard her start crying again. He sighed in relief before slipping out and heading in the opposite direction....

Right into another one.

Hector stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a second woman crying a few feet away from him. He'd been too preoccupied with the first to notice her, and thankfully, she seemed too preoccupied with crying to notice him. He silently began backing away...

He backed into something that gasped. He didn't have to look to know what it was when it began growling. When she shrieked, he took off. He glanced behind him to see that the third crying woman, who had been standing rather than sitting like the others, was about to give chase, forgetting about the second until he tripped over her. She yelled and began making that same loud noise as the other two.

He stumbled and caught himself before he hit the ground and ran as hard and fast as he could, long black hair flowing behind him and the two PMSing ladies on his tail. He rounded a corner and quickly ducked into what he believed to be a way into the factory. He was horrified to realize that it seemed to be a storage room.

He curled himself into a corner and listened as the two ran past him outside. He relaxed, thinking he'd escaped death again.

He almost died on the spot, however, when he heard more crying. Another woman, sitting in the opposite corner, had yet to notice him. He stood as silently as possible and attempted to sneak out past her.

She suddenly turned and began growling. Throwing caution to the wind, he took off, leaving the storage room and heading straight into the trees beyond. He stopped just inside the tree line and slammed himself behind a tree, breathing heavily and listening closely for more crying.

When he heard none, he slid down the trunk of the tree and rested there. He pulled his knees to his chest and closed his eyes, tilting his head back to rest it against the tree.

That's when he heard it. A very faint crying. He groaned, mentally preparing to run again.

As it drew closer, he realized that it sounded different from the others. He'd heard enough crying in his day to know that this was a boy. He peeked out from behind the tree and watched as a blonde boy in tattered clothes slowly wandered out from behind some crates. His arms were wrapped around himself and he kept his head down as he softly sobbed.

Hector grinned widely. This boy was just how he liked them; small, beautiful, young, blonde, vulnerable. He watched in delight as the boy stumbled and fell to his knees, crying louder and moving his clawed hands to cover his face. Hector's face fell.

The boy was one of them. There was no way he could get close.

Or could he?

As silently as possible, he stood and backed further into the trees. When he could no longer see the boy through the trees he turned and headed for town.

***

"Goddammit!" Hector cursed quietly as he peered into the window of the gas station. Inside, several survivors were messing with guns or patching up wounds.

He needed in that fucking station.

Taking a few steps back, he tossed his head back and let out a loud shriek before hiding on the windowless side of the building.

Within seconds, a horde swarmed the building, busting windows and rushing in. Hector listened intently for the screams and gunshots to die down.

In a few minutes, it became silent. Hector grinned and went back around to the front, easily slipping in through a shattered door. Several infected were eating the fallen survivors. He moved past them and headed for the cash register.

He let out a mad laugh when he found what he was looking for; a plastic tub full of those cheap fake roses. He didn't know what color the boy would like, so he grabbed a red one because it reminded him of blood. He couldn't pick it up with his hands, as they were restrained to his sides, so he tilted his head and picked it up with his mouth.

He left the station and headed back to the Sugar Mill. It didn't take long.

He first went to the place he'd previously seen the boy. He was no longer there, so Hector carefully searched the general area. He eventually found him next to a stack of large pipes.

The Screamer went around until he was behind the boy and very carefully made his way towards him. He moved slowly and silently, taking his time with deliberate steps as he drew closer and closer to the sobbing boy. He stopped when he was barely two feet away and slowly leaned down. The boy made no move as if he'd heard. Hector slowly repositioned his feet, then dropped the rose and bolted.

He stopped around the corner and listened. He couldn't hear the boy crying any longer. Cautiously, he peeked around the corner and watched as the blonde looked around, confused, before his gaze fell on the rose. He carefully picked it up, with some difficulty because of the claws, and examined it. He sniffled and gave a very small smile before turning back around and holding it against his chest, crying softer than before.

A mad grin tore across Hector's face.

***

He didn't sleep, paranoia rarely allowed him to anyway, and instead thought over how he was going to get close enough to the boy to hurt him. Granted, it really would have been smarter just to leave him alone and find someone else to harm, but Hector was too crazy to realize this.

Hector's first, and only, idea was to shower him with gifts. Naturally, he didn't think about how he was going to actually introduce himself or what he was going to do other than give the boy gifts. Instead, he focused on thinking up gift ideas and what he was going to do to the poor boy later.

The whole reason he'd been caught in the first place was poor planning. There was always a beginning and an end, but never a middle. Sadly, he often forgot this little flaw.

***

When daylight flooded the horizon, Hector set out to find items in which to display his 'affection.' He went to a general store and used his mouth to carry a basket which he dropped things into. Trinkets, teddy bears, beanie babies, jewelry and candy found their way into the basket, which Hector then carried back to the shack he'd taken refuge in.

He took a blue teddy bear and headed back to the Mill.

The boy wasn't far from where he'd been the previous day, the red rose sitting next to him as he cried. Like before, Hector carefully sneaked up behind him and dropped the bear, running for his life the next instant. He hid behind some crates and waited. When he felt he was safe, he peaked around and watched the boy gently rubbing the bear's head and sniffling.

Hector grinned and watched over the boy in silence.

***

"Be careful, this place is full of Witches." The female survivor warned. Hector watched them wearily them from the bushes. Witches? Where those the crying girls everywhere?

He followed them silently. He felt they were a threat to not only him, but the little Witch he was courting as well. He'd grown attached to the boy in the week he'd been watching over him.

Hector gave a low growl when the survivors rounded a corner near where he knew the boy was weeping. His sensitive ears picked up the Witch's unique cry before they could hear it.

He glared darkly at the healthy group. They had become an immediate threat and would need to be disposed of. He sat down and gave a loud shriek.

"Screamer!" A man shouted. The survivors began shooting wildly into the brush and running at the same time.

Running in the opposite direction Hector wanted them to go.

Yelling in frustration, Hector stood and ran along the tree line. He quickly passed them and headed toward the familiar crying. He spotted the boy sitting in the middle of the path several feet in front of him. Behind him, he could hear the horde and the survivors fighting one another.

When he stopped behind the boy, he finally realized that he had not planned this far. The blonde turned and looked at him, a mix between fear, anger and confusion on his face.

Time seemed to slow as they made eye contact. Hector gazed into foggy blue while the boy stared back into murky black. The Screamer swallowed roughly, voice leaving him.

"There's the Screamer! He's with a Witch!"

Time returned to normal as Hector snapped his head around and saw a male survivor taking aim at him. He couldn't scream again for fear he'd upset the little Witch next to him. A shot rang out, barely missing him, which was enough to get him moving again. Acting on instinct, he bit into the back of the boy's shirt and lifted.

The boy was light and required little effort to pick up. Hector would have sworn he heard one of the survivors yell "What the fuck?!" as he took off with the Witch in his jaws.

In the week he'd followed the boy, Hector had memorized the layout of the Mill. He headed for the front where he knew there was an opening into the Mill.

As he rushed through to doors, he completely ignored the two sobbing women inside and ran up a flight of stairs to the second story, which was nothing more than a grated pathway overlooking the factory. He headed for a dark area where several common infected were wandering around. He pushed through them to an opening and gently sat the Witch down in a corner.

Hector stayed low as he peered out between the bars of the path and looked down at the doors.

"They went in here."

He growled as two male survivors entered. He was ready to shriek if need be, even at the risk of upsetting the Witches.

Thankfully, he didn't have to.

"Witches!" One survivor whispered harshly to his partner when both infected began growling at them. They attempted to flee, but it was too late as the two Witches screeched and went after them.

Hector grinned as all four fled the building and quietly returned to where he'd left the boy.

When they made eye contact again, Hector realized how terrified he was. The boy was looking up at him fearfully, tears in his lovely eyes, and the Screamer was very afraid. Not of what the Witch could do to him, but of the boy rejecting him. He tried to speak, but felt his face heat up and his mouth run dry.

The boy whimpered and sniffled, rubbing his eyes, and Hector took the chance and ran. "Don't leave meeee!" He heard the boy call as he went down the stairs two at a time, but he ignored it and quickly exited the Mill.

***

Hector came back to the Mill the next day, a large bouquet of fake flowers in his jaws. He found the boy sitting outside of where he'd left him the previous day. Swallowing nervously, he cautiously made his way toward the boy, whom he noticed was sobbing harder than he had before.

He stopped in front of him and fell to his knees, tilting his head so that the flowers were standing correctly. When the boy looked up, Hector gave him a sheepish smile and leaned a little closer. The boy sniffled and carefully took the bouquet, looking it over thoughtfully as Hector shifted to sit on his rump rather than his knees.

They starred at each other in silence. Hector felt his insides begin to twist with nervousness and his face heat up. He wanted to run again, but was fighting the urge.

Finally, the boy wiped his eyes and spoke, "I'm Cedric."

"Hector." The Screamer answered quickly.

"That's nice." Cedric whimpered, "I liked your gifts."

"That's good."

Cedric nodded and looked down at the straight jacket, "Did you hurt someone?"

"I used to..."

The Witch sniffled, "Are you gonna hurt me?"

"I thought about it..." Hector admitted, "But I don't think I can..." He lied.

Cedric's mouth twitched, as though he nearly smiled, and he reached forward and cut the sleeves so Hector's arms were freed.

Hector moved his arms, stretching them, holding them out, lifting them above his head, testing them, using them for the first time in years, while grinning like a madman. "Thanks!" He said appreciatively.

"D-don't m-mention it." Cedric choked before he began sobbing again. "H-hey!" Hector called, leaning down to see the boy's face, "Don't cry! What's wrong?"

"Y-you're going t-to l-leave agaaiin!!" Cedric sobbed into his hands. Hector gently grasped his wrists and moved them away from his face, "No I won't." He spoke softly, pulling the boy into his lap.

"P-promise?" Cedric whimpered and sniffled. Hector grinned as sanely as possible, wiping the tears from the blonde's eyes, "Promise."

Cedric smiled then. A real smile. Hector's throat clenched and he couldn't breathe. He leaned down and pressed their lips together, overjoyed when Cedric wrapped his arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

When they parted, Cedric lowered his arms and nuzzled the older man's neck, "I'm so happy." He whispered. "Me too." Hector agreed, holding the boy close.

And he was.

In an odd moment of clarity he hadn't experienced in over ten years, he realized his previous 'lie' had been the truth. He couldn't hurt Cedric.

He could only protect him and love him.