"Come on, baby." Pete grunts as he thrusts faster into Patrick, his arms shaking from holding himself up so long. Patrick cries out, his back arching harshly as his neck is attacked with a familiar pair of lips, teeth following after them. "Oh god, oh god—" he's coming not a moment later, falling limp against the bed.
Pete gives a few more thrusts before his head falls against Patrick's shoulder, a moan falling from him as he comes too. They both stay like that for a few more moments, then Pete pulls out and falls next to him, pulling the smaller man into his arms. "I love you." Pete pants out breathlessly, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. "I love you too. I think that's the best stress reliever, honestly."
Pete giggles, pulling him closer. Instead of cleaning up, they resort to falling asleep, close and sticky from their previous events.
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It's not long before the good things begin to weigh out the bad, from the way the world has gone to absolute shit and the fact that they're slowly running out of food, just barely, but enough to notice.
It might be that Patrick hasn't been on his meds since this all started, or it could very likely that Pete hasn't either. He's been a lot more stressed lately, while Patrick himself has been almost the exact way. Usually they just hold each other close and play the music on Patrick's phone, which helps to calm the aggravated nerves. When they doesn't work, it's sex that really helps.
Now they're out, scouring for some kind of food, or meds they can find, just in case something happens. It's an old Walmart, through Pete thinks it's already been cleared.
As they walk in they see a big sign that says 'TAKE WHAT YOU NEED' in red paint—or maybe blood. Patrick tries not to think about it too hard, it could trigger his paranoia and that's the last thing either of them need right now. "Stay close, please. I've got an uneasy feeling about this place." Pete says, holding his hand a little tighter. Patrick nods, the feeling coming onto him too.
"We're going to the medical stuff first, keep your gun ready. Do you have your machete?"
"Always do. You have yours?" Pete moves his hip, showing the sheath to him. Taking a deep breath, Patrick keeps walking with the slightest bit of confidence. It's not every day that they have to go on a raid, whatever, like this. Only when they run out of food or medical supplies, sometimes when Patrick feels like he needs an inhaler the day before.
When they aren't doing this, they're usually sitting around the little shelter/house they managed to claim when this all started. It's not much, a little dumpy, but it's enough to actually keep them alive for a little while until they need to find somewhere else.
Sometimes the only think they do for an entire day is—well, fuck. That was yesterday, also known as one of their "special days" it's more or less of a stress reliever for the both of them. Something just to take off the edge of having to survive without any hospitals and Patrick only being a medical student. But if he were to get hurt, they'd both be fucked.
Maybe there's more stress on them than they would like to realize.
Grabbing the duffle bag from off his back, Patrick starts loading from the pharmacy, anything he can get his hands on. No one must have found this place before, since it's fully stocked with just about everything they need, and things they don't at the moment. He still shoves them into the bag, preparing for what might or might not happen.
"I'm going to—"
"You're fucking lying if you think I'm about to let you separate from me." Patrick shuts him off instantly, not waiting another moment before sliding the bag over his shoulders again. "I just figured that nothing's here, we might as w—"
That's when they here the most annoying sound in this entire situation: the growling.
"Pete, we have to go now." Patrick grabs his hand and drags him behind him, Walking as fast as possible. "Patrick, it might only be one, c'mon."
"You are exhausted, I don't care if it's only one. We have everything, let's go." Pete sighs but does as he's told, nearly running to catch up with him.
They're in the car in less than a minute, Patrick cranking up the engine without second thought. It's kind of a nice car, Pete took it from a dealer a couple days ago. Now that he has it, Patrick has no idea how they survived without it. With it, the ride back only takes a few minutes, while it used to be two hours at the least, which was essentially dangerous considering all the zombies and Patrick not being able to run all that well.
As soon as they start moving forward, Pete sees hundreds of the damn things pouring out of the doors of the Walmart, all coming after them in the car. Patrick turns to glare at him before stomping on the accelerator. "Only one?"
"Well I couldn't see them!"
"Let me say when we go and when we don't, alright? I have better hearing than you do. That was a fucking horde, we would have both been eaten alive."
"I realize that now."
"Good. Now let's lose these fuckers, alright? Start shooting."
Kinda good for the first chapter
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TO BE HUMAN | APOCOLYSE PETERICK/BANDOM
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