Journal of a Survivor
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
27
Views:
5,929
Reviews:
58
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
January 23rd
January 23rd, 2012
Okay, honestly, I had never thought that I would be attracted to another man. Really! I never thought of such things, let alone did I think that I would ever have sex with another guy. I guess that Xander must have known something I didn’t know, considering I was going to yell at him for raping me. I have to say though, I was never expecting my first time to be on a goddamn table, not that we had any other place to go at it. I really wish I had a bed. The closet just isn’t the best place for post sex snuggling, let alone spending an entire night in with two people. The floor is hard, clothes don’t make a very good mattress, but… being in Xander’s arms all night… I’ve never felt so comfortable. My gods… I don’t know if I’m gay or maybe it’s just because I didn’t want to die a virgin. I think I’m going to like being with Xander… Now we just have to survive this…
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“It’s too early to be awake brat…go back to sleep…” Xander blinked blurry brown eyes up at the boy he had claimed as his own, one hand curled beneath his head as a pillow. Raen smiled down at him, removing a hand from his journal to stroke over Xander’s cheek.
“I’m used to being up early, especially when I’ve been alone for the last how many months. I do have a question for you, now that you’re finally awake and not fucking me into a hard, uncomfortable table.” Raen smiled none the less, setting his journal to the side and laying himself back down on the floor beside the male who was now his boyfriend. Xander shifted his body, curling his arm around Raen’s slender, still naked, waist.
“I’m happy to answer any questions you might have.”
“You sound way too grown up for someone barely a year older than me. Anyways, I wanted to know how you kept yourself so smooth. Your face, I mean. You didn’t bring in any supplies when you came here, so where ever you were at, you had access to water and shaving materials. You said you left the ward a week ago…where were you during that week that you were able to shave and stay, relatively, clean?” Raen knew he was asking a lot from the male he barely knew, even if they had already had sex. Xander didn’t seem put off by Raen’s constant questions, settling his head more comfortably on his arm to he was able to rest against Raen’s small body.
“I had to abandon my backpack when I came into this building. It was packed with all my belongings, things I cherished, that sort of thing. Shaving supplies, bathroom items, food. The usual things you take with you when running for your life. It wouldn’t—“
“Why didn’t you put things through the window one by one?” Raen interrupted, but Xander placed a finger over his lips and shook his head.
“It wouldn’t fit,” he continued. “And I didn’t want to take the time to try and unload everything through the window. It had taken long enough to get that bloody pop machine out of the way. I didn’t want the flesh eaters outside to find me. I bet it’s still laying out there on the ground, but by now they have noticed that someone entered the building though that window. I wouldn’t take the chance of trying to get it if it meant they would find a way inside.” Raen sighed softly, turning his body to face away from Xander so he could lay properly.
“I want to move to another location…I mean, I know we’re safe here. But I want a real bed, especially if…you know…we’re going to be having sex. I want a better water source, and real food. I can cook only so much over a candle, and I’m even pretty much out of those,” Raen mumbled quietly. He felt so incredibly young when compared to Xander, even though there was only a little over a year of age difference between them.
“I was out in the city Raen, there isn’t anything better. You still have a good amount of canned food here, cereal, crackers and jams…Why would you want to leave? I mean, I understand the part about the bed, and I take it by you using sex as an explanation that you want to continue with having sex with me, but if we leave, we could die. Both of us,” Xander pushed, holding Raen closer to his body. “You have created a strong, safe place. Yes, eventually the food will run out, but we should stay until we have no choice.” Raen closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in before he quietly let it out. Xander’s hand roamed over his bare hip and up over his ribs, making the smaller boy squirm ever so slightly. He was sure that Xander was trying to instigate sex, most likely in order to push Raen away from the negative thoughts he was having.
“Why don’t we have some breakfast and then…and then I’ll lay you back on this crappy ass bed and make love to you properly?” Xander teased, releasing Raen’s waist and sitting up. Raen groaned from the loss of warmth on his back, rolling so he was looking up at Xander. He wanted nothing more than to spend the entire day in Xander’s arms, forgetting about the disease outside.
“Let’s skip breakfast…I may have only done this…gay sex thing once…but I want to keep it up, no pun intended,” Raen answered honestly, arching his back ever so slightly as he spread his legs. He was proud of himself for staying in shape, as well as for blatantly offering himself up to Xander. The blonde above him grinned, lowering his body down against the brunette.
“You just like that little sweet spot inside of you, you naughty boy you,” Xander grinned, pressing his lips to the soft spot between Raen’s neck and shoulder. While he himself was experienced in such matters of sexual intercourse, he knew Raen was still very new to such things and he wanted to make sure that the boys first few times were something he would always cherish and remember.
“Well…A little…”Raen admitted, arching beneath Xander’s touches. What was going to be a tender moment was ruined by screams that pierced the walls of the building, causing the two males to jerk away from one another. Xander and Raen stared at one another before they scrambled apart, grabbing clothing as they tumbled from their little closet bedroom. Neither paid much attention to the fact that they were pulling on shirts that weren’t their own, looking around to see where the screams were coming from.
“The front doors! I can hear someone rattling them!” Raen cried, twisting his body around to sprint towards the front of the building. While the zombies had constantly massed around the doors, they did nothing more than run into the doors as apposed to the pulling and shaking that Raen could hear. Xander’s longer legs had caught him up with Raen within moments, the two peering between the large pop machines to see what was going on. The screaming and shaking of the doors had already attracted the masses of zombies. Raen turned his head away as blood splattered against the window, Xander watching in horror as the woman on the other side of the glass was jerked away. One of the walking dead outside sank their teeth into the side of her neck, jerking its head around as it tore out her jugular. The moment the blood hit the air, the others began swarming the poor woman, ignoring her high pitched screams as they tore at her skin with their fingers and bit into her flesh. One arm was torn off and several zombies dove for it, hoping to feast on the flesh while it was still warm. Raen pressed his hands against his ears, trying to block out the terrible sound while Xander continued to watch in horror as the woman’s blood exploded onto with window once again. As they feasted upon her body, the zombies did not seem to take notice of Xander peering between the pop machines and the blonde knew that was for the best. He took note of their appearance, wondering what was keeping them alive. Chunks of flesh were missing and they were void of any hair, at least, what Xander could see was void of hair. Clothes were torn and shredded, stained with blood and generally covered in gore. He had never seen such a thing before and he prayed that he and Raen would survive long enough to see the end of what he now called the plague. Long fingers curled around Raen’s arm and he led him away from the scene of death. He didn’t want to raise his voice in any way, just in case the zombies heard him or Raen over the blood lust that was pounding through their limited minds.
Okay, honestly, I had never thought that I would be attracted to another man. Really! I never thought of such things, let alone did I think that I would ever have sex with another guy. I guess that Xander must have known something I didn’t know, considering I was going to yell at him for raping me. I have to say though, I was never expecting my first time to be on a goddamn table, not that we had any other place to go at it. I really wish I had a bed. The closet just isn’t the best place for post sex snuggling, let alone spending an entire night in with two people. The floor is hard, clothes don’t make a very good mattress, but… being in Xander’s arms all night… I’ve never felt so comfortable. My gods… I don’t know if I’m gay or maybe it’s just because I didn’t want to die a virgin. I think I’m going to like being with Xander… Now we just have to survive this…
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“It’s too early to be awake brat…go back to sleep…” Xander blinked blurry brown eyes up at the boy he had claimed as his own, one hand curled beneath his head as a pillow. Raen smiled down at him, removing a hand from his journal to stroke over Xander’s cheek.
“I’m used to being up early, especially when I’ve been alone for the last how many months. I do have a question for you, now that you’re finally awake and not fucking me into a hard, uncomfortable table.” Raen smiled none the less, setting his journal to the side and laying himself back down on the floor beside the male who was now his boyfriend. Xander shifted his body, curling his arm around Raen’s slender, still naked, waist.
“I’m happy to answer any questions you might have.”
“You sound way too grown up for someone barely a year older than me. Anyways, I wanted to know how you kept yourself so smooth. Your face, I mean. You didn’t bring in any supplies when you came here, so where ever you were at, you had access to water and shaving materials. You said you left the ward a week ago…where were you during that week that you were able to shave and stay, relatively, clean?” Raen knew he was asking a lot from the male he barely knew, even if they had already had sex. Xander didn’t seem put off by Raen’s constant questions, settling his head more comfortably on his arm to he was able to rest against Raen’s small body.
“I had to abandon my backpack when I came into this building. It was packed with all my belongings, things I cherished, that sort of thing. Shaving supplies, bathroom items, food. The usual things you take with you when running for your life. It wouldn’t—“
“Why didn’t you put things through the window one by one?” Raen interrupted, but Xander placed a finger over his lips and shook his head.
“It wouldn’t fit,” he continued. “And I didn’t want to take the time to try and unload everything through the window. It had taken long enough to get that bloody pop machine out of the way. I didn’t want the flesh eaters outside to find me. I bet it’s still laying out there on the ground, but by now they have noticed that someone entered the building though that window. I wouldn’t take the chance of trying to get it if it meant they would find a way inside.” Raen sighed softly, turning his body to face away from Xander so he could lay properly.
“I want to move to another location…I mean, I know we’re safe here. But I want a real bed, especially if…you know…we’re going to be having sex. I want a better water source, and real food. I can cook only so much over a candle, and I’m even pretty much out of those,” Raen mumbled quietly. He felt so incredibly young when compared to Xander, even though there was only a little over a year of age difference between them.
“I was out in the city Raen, there isn’t anything better. You still have a good amount of canned food here, cereal, crackers and jams…Why would you want to leave? I mean, I understand the part about the bed, and I take it by you using sex as an explanation that you want to continue with having sex with me, but if we leave, we could die. Both of us,” Xander pushed, holding Raen closer to his body. “You have created a strong, safe place. Yes, eventually the food will run out, but we should stay until we have no choice.” Raen closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in before he quietly let it out. Xander’s hand roamed over his bare hip and up over his ribs, making the smaller boy squirm ever so slightly. He was sure that Xander was trying to instigate sex, most likely in order to push Raen away from the negative thoughts he was having.
“Why don’t we have some breakfast and then…and then I’ll lay you back on this crappy ass bed and make love to you properly?” Xander teased, releasing Raen’s waist and sitting up. Raen groaned from the loss of warmth on his back, rolling so he was looking up at Xander. He wanted nothing more than to spend the entire day in Xander’s arms, forgetting about the disease outside.
“Let’s skip breakfast…I may have only done this…gay sex thing once…but I want to keep it up, no pun intended,” Raen answered honestly, arching his back ever so slightly as he spread his legs. He was proud of himself for staying in shape, as well as for blatantly offering himself up to Xander. The blonde above him grinned, lowering his body down against the brunette.
“You just like that little sweet spot inside of you, you naughty boy you,” Xander grinned, pressing his lips to the soft spot between Raen’s neck and shoulder. While he himself was experienced in such matters of sexual intercourse, he knew Raen was still very new to such things and he wanted to make sure that the boys first few times were something he would always cherish and remember.
“Well…A little…”Raen admitted, arching beneath Xander’s touches. What was going to be a tender moment was ruined by screams that pierced the walls of the building, causing the two males to jerk away from one another. Xander and Raen stared at one another before they scrambled apart, grabbing clothing as they tumbled from their little closet bedroom. Neither paid much attention to the fact that they were pulling on shirts that weren’t their own, looking around to see where the screams were coming from.
“The front doors! I can hear someone rattling them!” Raen cried, twisting his body around to sprint towards the front of the building. While the zombies had constantly massed around the doors, they did nothing more than run into the doors as apposed to the pulling and shaking that Raen could hear. Xander’s longer legs had caught him up with Raen within moments, the two peering between the large pop machines to see what was going on. The screaming and shaking of the doors had already attracted the masses of zombies. Raen turned his head away as blood splattered against the window, Xander watching in horror as the woman on the other side of the glass was jerked away. One of the walking dead outside sank their teeth into the side of her neck, jerking its head around as it tore out her jugular. The moment the blood hit the air, the others began swarming the poor woman, ignoring her high pitched screams as they tore at her skin with their fingers and bit into her flesh. One arm was torn off and several zombies dove for it, hoping to feast on the flesh while it was still warm. Raen pressed his hands against his ears, trying to block out the terrible sound while Xander continued to watch in horror as the woman’s blood exploded onto with window once again. As they feasted upon her body, the zombies did not seem to take notice of Xander peering between the pop machines and the blonde knew that was for the best. He took note of their appearance, wondering what was keeping them alive. Chunks of flesh were missing and they were void of any hair, at least, what Xander could see was void of hair. Clothes were torn and shredded, stained with blood and generally covered in gore. He had never seen such a thing before and he prayed that he and Raen would survive long enough to see the end of what he now called the plague. Long fingers curled around Raen’s arm and he led him away from the scene of death. He didn’t want to raise his voice in any way, just in case the zombies heard him or Raen over the blood lust that was pounding through their limited minds.