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Y/N let out quiet strained breaths as he backed away from some walkers straight into a steel door. His eyes widened as his back flattened against it, his hand frantically feeling around for a door handle. When it met one he quickly pulled it open and lept inside, slamming the door behind him and holding it shut with both hands. He shivered as choked out sobs escaped his mouth, pressing his body against the door before composing himself. Honestly, he always thought his teenage years would have ended with zombies, who gave him dirty looks and grumbled out the words 'emo', but he never expected them to be literal zombies. Zombies. The concept sounded insane- which was why he opted to call them Walkers, like they did in the walking dead. It made the whole thing a little more serious, in his mind. When he'd finally opened his eyes and wiped away blurry tears on the cuff of his Christmas jumper sleeves, he realised he was in some sort of supply closet, the door shut tight with a broom blocking the handle.
He thought for a moment about the compromising position he was in, what with walkers behind him, banging at the door into the supply closet on one end and with a blocked off door in front of him. If he was going to do something he had to make it quick. He bolted for the door on the other side, quickly removing the broom from its space between the door handles. By the time it was out and in his hand, there were already three walkers heading towards him, one with a mangled jaw and several missing teeth, others with large patches of missing flesh dotted about their faces and bodies as they outstretched their arms towards him, without much thought he threw the broom at them, temporarily stunning them as he made his way out of the cupboard. He shut the door behind him and turned the handle up, quite pleased to see it had one of those shitty council estate door locks which would trigger without a key, but only hold the door for a certain amount of time. When he spun around he found that he was inside of 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, and the smeared stains of crimson making the yellow tile look ugly.
He huffed, straightened his posture and adjusted his jumper- an overpriced piece of Ghost merchandise he had to save up for months to buy.
Y/N walked into the light, wielding the hammer he'd strapped to his belt in a similar fashion to that of a baseball bat- which he was unfortunate enough to have been in possession of at the beginning of the apocalypse. He crept farther away from the cupboard, his converse making a slight shuffling sound on the ground. His dark hair obscured his vision, but he still spotted someone sat in the corner of his eye, slumped against a wall covered in newspaper. At first he thought it was a zombie, having seen the trail of meat trailing towards him on the floor, but having stepped forward to look at him... he wasn't turned.
He looked a little bit beat up but he wasn't a zombie. At least not yet. Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he seed the boy's state of distraught. It took him a few minutes to notice the emo staring at him. He jumped a little, clutching his side before extending an arm out and quickly saying, "I- I've been bit!"
Awh man. Oh no. Y/N groaned and considered his options, but to be honest he didn't want to leave this guy alone to die at Christmas. He eventually shrugged.
",And?"
"...What do you mean, 'and'? I'm bit. I'm dead. I'm a zombie." The man replied.
"Well, really, I've not got much to live for. I'll just stay and wait with you. I can always give you a whack if you get too bite-y"
"Wow, you truly are quite the optimist-"
"It's the goddamn apocalypse!"
"...Yeah, alright." He said, admitting defeat.
"So... You got abandoned?" Y/N said, walking towards him.
"I let them go without me. I'd already been bitten, so... I threw myself at a crowd of them." He flashed Y/N a sad smile, showing him glimpse of the back of his hand, which had a large gash on the back of it, open and bleeding, clearly in the shape of a bitemark, with discoloured indents left by what was clearly teeth.
Y/N leaned down to look closer at it, gesturing for John to sit closer.
"You know, I threw myself into them but, this is still my only wound? Zombies are fucking stupid, man!" He laughed, showing all of the torn away pieces of fabric on his chunky winter coat. After a moment he spoke again.
"I feel like I recognise you? Did we meet before?" John finally said.
"Maybe? ...I went to that sixth form where they were supposed to host a lockdown? ...Escort people out?"
"Yeah. I went there too. S' hard to think that, in all my years of going there... I never spoke to you."
Y/N nodded and they sat in silence again for a while. John put his hand on top of Y/N's, resting his head on his shoulder and looking up at him. Y/N reciprocated the gesture, holding his hand and running his fingers other the other man's knuckles. It was a pretty much meaningless in a situation like this, anyway.
"How long dyou think it'll take? ...For me to turn?"
"I don't know. I'll be here though, when it happens." Y/N said, squeezing his hand.
"SHit!" John hissed, pulling away from Y/N momentarily to point at the closet door straining against the walkers on the other side, there had to have been a lot of them, for it to have been jolting as such. As it began to jolt furiously it was clear the lock was around to snap.
"I have an idea. Get on top of me."
"WHAT?-"
"Get on top of me, pretend to bite me- They'll think your one of them or something, and that you're eating me." John's face burned pink, he looked appaled but obliged nonetheless in order to save his new friend. Y/N sat with his legs parted and John between them on top of him, his hands digging into the slightly un-festive Christmas jumper of the man below him. Finally the lock gave way and zombies began to pour in, some of them limping with gangling limbs and gamey flesh hanging off their bodies in thick chunks.
"Bite me." Y/N hissed. John's face continued to grow hotter, and so did the space between his jeans, as he clutched into the man's left shoulder, using his hand to pull away the Christmas cardigan and exposing his shoulder, begging to suck on the pale exposed flesh. The walkers continued to advance towards them, attracted to the lewd sound of John's wet tounge attacking spots of raw pink skin. His eyes flashed red before him, one hand frantically grappling onto Y/N's thigh and pinching the skin beneath the thick fabric of his black skinny jeans. Y/N bit his tongue, trying to stop himself from making any noises which would attract the zombies.
They stopped, stalling above the two, lingering as they sniffed about for fresh meat, but right now all they could smell was that John was dying above the other man as the two rutted into one another. Just then, there was a large sound similar to that of a big crash or explosion, of course all of the zombies began to stumble towards this on their boney legs, at as fast a pace they could, giving Y/N the opportunity to let out a loud yelp, throwing his head back against the glass behind him and shoving a hand into John's hair clumsily and without much thought. He began grinding up against the other man's crotch.
John looked slightly out of it, but still seemed to be conscious of actions as he moved his hips rhythmically against Y/N's.
Y/N looked down to see a rather uncomfortable boner pressing painfully against the flyer of his skinny jeans which was not there before.
"My name is Y/N, by the way." He blurted out between gasps, his jaw falling open as teeth nipped at the skin on his neck. He was going absolutely feral.
"I'm sorry- It's just, you know, it's the apocalypse and the first pretty guy I see literally falls in my lap-" Y/N muttered.
John snapped out of his trance and paused what he was doing, looking back at Y/N. He mumbled a quick reply, "I mean- I- you're also attractive-" His face flushed more as he spoke.
"I mean- do you want to- you don't have to-" Y/N mumbled.
John awkwardly nodded, "Do you want to... Keep going?"
Y/N nodded and John awkwardly sat up on top of him, rushing to unzip the other boy's pants. They both smiled between this, kissing each other. John leaned 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, his palm flattening against his back as he lowered him down. 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, and continued to pull at John's hair to which he whimpered and shook. Both of their 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've never done this before anyway..."
"I mean," He said, glancing at Johns bloody hand. Without warning, he grabbed John's wrist and pushed two fingers into the open wound, twisting them as he felt the squelching of blood and flesh against his fingertips, and heard John hissing beneath him while bucking his hips more rapidly against him. He raised his hand to his mouth, the scent of thick metallic blood filing his nostrils as he tasted some of the blood. Y/N unbuttoned his jeans and pulling them down ever so slightly, as only to expose his crotch
"Do you want any prep? It'll hurt without it."
"What's the worst that could happen? I've already been bit. And I've had you digging around my open wound."
Y/N shrugged, before shifting slightly closer to John and pressing his bloody finger inside of him, easing them in and out, almost massaging John's insides. He pulled out his fingers, seeing the remnants of blood leaking out of John's ass. He pushed the tip of his dick against John, slowly pushing in, giving him just enough time to adjust to the sensation. John rolled his hips slightly as he threw his head back against the marble.
"-Ow."
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 was letting out all kinds of whimpers and sobs as he arched his back, spreading his legs and pleading for Y/N to keep going, one hand slipped up the Ghost 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 breaking the skin and causing dribbles of blood to roll down Y/N's face. 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. Something seemed to click inside of the other man, as his something in his eyes visibly changed, and his nails sank into Y/N's skin- his fault for having rolled up his sleeves, he'd admit that, but the sight of even more blood seemed to change something in the two of them, as Y/N began to absolutely shriek and sob with the pleasant feeling of something slicing through his skin and the reward of blood pooling over the injury and spilling out all over his arm, all over John's jumper, which he was clutching. John on the other hand had immediately made a move for Y/N's arm, drinking the blood down in gulps and returning to Y/N with a blood smeared face and something missing in his expression as he curled his fingers around the back of Y/N's neck and tugged him closer, sharply biting into his collar bone.
Y/N let out a scream of both pain and bliss, rutting his hips farther as he groaned loudly. He could tell that he was getting close. He could only hope that John was too. He felt that same sharp, stinging ache in his shoulder, where blood was seeping onto the 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 hard as he could.
"Fuck- John-"
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." His attention turned back to John, who still hadn't spoken a word. He clicked his fingers in his face, which made his eyes flicker back up to him.
"Are you? Are you a fucking zombie? Did I just fuck a zombie? Shit! I mean, that's pretty cool but... Shit!"
John's mouth opened, almost as if he was trying to form a response but couldn't. At least he was still somewhat responsive for the time being.
"Well... would've probably gotten bitten at somepoint soon though."
"...Convenient ...timing ..then, huh?" John panted, his speech almost broken and his voice pretty much gone. It was a little terrifying. Y/N kinda liked it. He leaned forward and kissed John again.