Archive of Our Own

Y/N panted as he ran into the back door of a pretty huge building, after having raced away from a very large horde of teenage zombies, who still somehow managed to give him dirty looks and grumble out the word 'emo'.

He jammed the door shut behind him with a broom, realising he was in a janitor's closet. The lock seemed shoddy at best, so he swung at it a few times with the hammer he'd borrowed (stolen) (from his dickhead neighbour), and watched as the door creaked open. He peeked through the gap, realising a surprising lack of zombies.

He was in the shopping mall, large skylights making the shining floor almost hurt to look at, ignoring the scattered chunks of viscera that lay baking in the winter sun's surprising heat.

He straightened his jumper, a special My Chemical Romance christmas jumper he bought from some shady website, and took like, 6 months to arrive. He walked into the light, wielding the hammer in a similar fashion to that of a baseball bat as he crept further away from the slight safety he had enjoyed in the cupboard.

Y/N looked around, his dark hair slightly obscuring his vision, but still letting him see a man in the corner of his eye. He quietly stepped to look at him and... he wasn't turned. He was a bit beat up (which he wouldn't complain about anyways) but he wasn't a zombie.

 He looked distraught. Frazzled somehow, and it took him a few seconds to notice Y/N staring.

He jumped a little bit, before quickly saying, "I'm- I- I've been bit!"

Y/N shrugged, "And?"

"...What do you mean??" The man replied.

"I mean, realistically, I've got buggerall to live for."

"That's a bit pessimistic."

"It's a zombie apocalypse."

"...Yeah, alright."

"So... abandoned?"

"Ran off when I got bit," he gestured to the now alarmingly noticeable would abd Y/N couldn't help but grimace.

Y/N sat down leaning against a nearby wall, gesturing for the man to join him. Despite hesitating, he obliged, except that instead of sitting down, he tripped over his feet, awkwardly landing on top of Y/N, sputtering out reams of apologies as Y/N chuckled, saying it was okay, not noticing the man's slightly too-tight grip on his thigh where he had landed.

Despite being a teenage boy, Y/N looked down to see a rather uncomfortable boner in his tight (emo) jeans that was not there before.

"I'm John, by the way." The man mumbled, oblivious.

"Y/N," Y/N muttered, somewhat embarrassed that he'd just met this guy and his brain was already going feral.

Noticing Y/N sudden silence, John turned to look at him as he shifted slightly to stand up, "Are you okay- oh," he said.

Y/N's face flushed, stammering as he said, "Sorry- I haven't- I mean- It's the apocalypse- I'm- yeah." He took a second to vaguely compose himself.

"I'm sorry- It's just, you know, it's end of days and the first pretty guy I see literally falls in my lap-"

John mumbled a quick reply, "I mean- I- you're also attractive-" His face flushed too as he spoke.

"I mean- do you want to- you don't have to-" Y/N mumbled.

John awkwardly nodded, "Do you want to-"

Y/N nodded.

John awkwardly sat up, Y/N hesitantly kissing him. They both smiled, kissing each other again, John leaning forwards into Y/N, grazing his teeth slightly against Y/N's lip.

Y/N pressed his hands on John's hips, amusedly listening to John's quiet sighs as he ran his cool hands up the man's skin.

John soon found himself laid down on the cool marble floor as Y/N sat between his thighs, leaning down above him. He amusedly smirked as he noticed the man below him's own boner.

Y/N kissed his neck, John tangling his fingers into the other man's hair, nails digging into his scalp a little too hard, but Y/N didn't really mind.

Both men's breathing was laboured, heavy even, as Y/N trailed his fingers over John's belt buckle, slowly undoing it as John leaned into his touch.

Y/N pulled down John's pants, slowly pulling down his boxers too, "Excited, are we?" 

John somewhat rolled his eyes in response, "Maybe."

"Shit- neither of us have condoms on us, do we?" Y/N said.

John shrugged, "I'd get murdered if I ever had condoms on me, so..."

"I mean, it is the zombie apocalypse I suppose." Y/N said, unbuttoning his black skinny jeans, pulling down his jeans and boxers, "Do you want any prep? It'll hurt without it."

"It's the zombie apocalypse, what's the worst that could happen? I've already been bit."

Y/N shrugged, before shifting slightly closer to John and pressing the tip of his dick against John's asshole, before slowly pushing in, giving John just enough time to adjust to the sensation, who rolled his hips slightly as he leaned his head back.

Y/N pulled out slightly, before pushing back in, and leaning over John as he did before, kissing him as his hips built up speed as they slammed into John at a gruelling pace.

Soon enough, John let out lewd whimpers and sobs of pleasure as he arched his back, spreading his legs and pleading for Y/N to keep going, one hand slipped up the MCR sweater, digging his nails into Y/N's back, the other rubbing his dick almost with a fervour.

John started to bite on Y/N's lower lip roughly, though not breaking the skin, and Y/N groaned into the kiss, attempting to slam his hips in even harder as a sort of thank-you for the gesture, quietly praising the man beneath him.

John groaned, his hips bucking and rolling against Y/N's, as he kissed Y/N's neck, grazing his teeth against the skin as they both groaned, John's hair sticking to his forehead, as he firmly wrapped his legs around him, raggedly panting now.

Y/N groaned loudly, and he could tell that the both of them were getting close, when he suddenly felt a sharp, stinging ache in his shoulder, where John had actually sunk his teeth into the man's flesh, blood seeping onto both of them.

He cursed loudly, but he heard John still whimpering and groaning, now with blood running down his chin, and fucked him as much as he could.

"Fuck- John-"

"Y/N- please- please, I'm so close-" John's nails dug in even deeper.

Y/N kept going, almost fuelled by the man's neediness, before John loudly groaned, his eyebrows knit together with his eyes tightly closed as he came, semen spilling into his hand and onto his stomach. His legs twitched slightly as Y/N kept thrusting, before groaning too, roughly slamming his hips up against the man's skin.

Both Y/N and John sat there for a few moments, panting as John very slowly rolled his hips, almost as an afterthought, until Y/N eventually pulled out, shoving his dick and John's back in their pants.

"Fuckkkk."

"Did I just... bite you?"

"Yeah. Would've probably gotten bitten at somepoint soon though."

"Convenient timing then, huh?"

John and Y/N kissed again, and Y/N only half-noticed how rough he was being.