A/N: Last chapter turned into two chapters! Yay to bonus chapters! It just turned into too much, I couldn't stop it! I guess that's my body's way of telling me it doesn't want to end the story yet.
CHAOS (Part 2)
Rick looked at Shane's limp body, clothed only with a bloody pair of underwear and shoes without socks. The shotgun lay across his chest, empty of bullets. He reached out, his hand falling over Shane's chest. He still had a heartbeat.
"Don't stop!" Daryl yelled from the top of the car when he felt it begin to slow down. He could be clearly heard due to the bullet holes. "He ain't gonna die, but if you stop we'll all die."
"What the fuck do you care?" Rick screamed. "This is all your fault!"
"I just want my brother!" Daryl yelled.
"I don't know where he is!" Rick cried. "We were just defending ourselves! We tossed a bomb out and whatever happened I don't know, we ran after that."
"Fuck," Daryl growled. "His hand was gone you bastard!"
"Shane might die because of you," Rick said, "And if he does you'll be missing more than a fucking hand, I'll kill you… I'll fucking kill you!"
Rick noticed the crowd of walkers up ahead. He slowed the car down and it skid as he turned the wheel. He slammed down on the pedal and they lurched forward, flying down the road at nearly sixty miles an hour. Daryl, holding himself down on the roof of the car, began to question his methods.
"Your brother could see be alive," Rick said. "Instead of trying to kill us you should be looking for him!"
"I think you guys took him… his hand was missin'!" Daryl cried.
"You guys attacked us!" Rick yelled. "We don't want anything to do with you or your brother! We didn't take him, you dumb fucker!"
Rick screeched around another corner. Daryl held on, groaning as the car went on two wheels for a moment. It righted itself and Daryl let out a sigh of relief.
"We were just tryin' to… protect ourselves," Daryl said. "We were afraid… you'd come back."
"You sound like you're reading from a fucking teleprompter," Rick hissed. "Did you decide to go after us when we left, or was it just that brother of yours?"
Daryl breathed in deeply. "Slow down a bit. And roll down the back right window."
"I'm gonna to loosen the ropes, and then I'm gonna to get into the car. I'm going to make sure your friend ain't bleeding to death."
"No fucking way," Rick snapped.
"Do you want him to die?" Daryl said.
"No," Rick said.
"Well my team is gone now, so I need you to get me out of here. In exchange I'll save your friend. Please, this is a good thing."
Rick narrowly dodged a walker that stood in the middle of the road. He gently covered the brake with his foot. If he stopped the walkers would smell the blood and swarm them – if he didn't stop Shane would die. Either way he'd be fucked, so he decided if Daryl came in and killed them both at least it would be quick.
The window rolled down and Daryl tossed his crossbow in before climbing in himself. He sighed deeply, rolling the window up before crawling over Shane's body. Rick tensed, commanding himself to leave his gun alone.
"Shit, I need to get him back here. Now," Daryl said.
"What the hell is going on?" Rick snapped.
"You focus on getting us out of here," Daryl said. "I'll keep him alive if you keep me alive. I promise."
"Fuck," Rick said. He looked at Shane as Daryl awkwardly pulled him into the back seat of the car. He blinked back tears as he swerved to dodge some more walkers. "You'll be okay, Shane. I promise," he said, looking straight ahead. "I'll get us out of here... I won't let you die."
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Light – air – freedom.
Softness, a beating heart;
Right against his ear.
A tired body.
Arms around him, carrying him.
Soft kisses on his head.
"You'll be okay."
Rick's voice, keeping him on this side, with the living.
"I love you…"
Comfort… suddenly the pain wasn't so bad.
"I love you Shane…"
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Shane opened his eyes, the sun beating down on him through the leaves. He lifted his hand to shield his eyes. He felt the clothes on his body. When he closed his eyes he wasn't wearing any clothes. Now he was wearing clothes, lying in a sleeping bag.
He sat up. He was in a dark tent, a second sleeping bag lying next to his. Rick's scent was in this tent, and Shane smiled to himself. Rick still slept beside him. They made it out, they survived. He pulled himself out of the bag and opened the tent.
It was a simple camp, easy to set up and easy to take down. The air was fresh and clean. This was the middle of nowhere. Away from walkers, hostel people, away from death and chaos. It was little a little slice of peaceful heaven. The wound on Shane's side was tightly bandaged, he noticed suddenly.
Rick came into view, a pile of sticks in his arms. He looked at Shane, and Shane looked back at him. The sticks fell to the ground as Rick looked at Shane, his eyes wide. Shane was the first to smile that sweet smile of his. Rick's eyes filled with tears, but Shane wasn't surprised.
"Get your ass over here, you big crybaby," Shane said, waving his hand at Rick.
Rick walked across the camp and squatted down, his hands on Shane's chest. He smiled at Shane, looking him right in the eyes. He leaned forward, kissing Shane right on the lips. Shane put his hands over Rick's and pulled him down into the tent, Rick lying on top of him. They continued to kiss, and it turned from happy to heated and passionate quickly.
Rick pulled away. "I'm so glad you're alive."
"I could tell," Shane said, nudging Rick's erection with his thigh. "As if I'd die… I'd never get to fuck you again. That would be worse than torture." He lifted his hands, wiping Rick's tears away, the smile on his face still gentle and sweet. "Thank you for saving me."
"As if I'd let you die," Rick whispered. "I'd never get fucked by you again."
Shane wrapped his arms around Rick and turned over, kissing Rick as he unbuttoned and opened his pants. Rick reached over to his side of the tent.
"What are you looking for?" Shane asked, as he pulled Rick's pants down on his knees. Rick turned around with some lube and smirked at Shane.
"When we got the camping gear," he said.
"You clever little bastard," Shane said.
He sat back, pulling Rick down in front of him. He explored Rick's body with his hands as he kissed Rick's neck and helped him get out of his clothes. Rick shuddered with every kiss, every touch and caress. Rick was soon sitting completely naked, his back against Shane's chest.
Shane stroked Rick's dick idly as he licked and nipped at Rick's ear.
"It's our second time," Rick whispered, "But for some reason I'm just as nervous as the first time."
"I hope they never go away." Rick sat up and got onto all fours. Shane took the lube and put it over one finger. He leaned over, licking Rick's hole, and Rick moaned deeply, closing his hands over the sleeping bag beneath him. Shane kissed him before slipping one finger inside, making Rick squirm. He arched his back and Shane bit his lip.
"I want to do so much to you," he whispered, pushing a second finger in, making Rick shiver. "I want to do everything to you, to make you squirm like that."
Rick chuckled. "Anything… anything for you, Shane."
Shane pulled his fingers out. He sat up, freeing his cock from his pants and positioning himself. He pushed in, a little slower than the last time, giving Rick time to adjust. Rick breathed out deeply once Shane was inside of him, moving his hips slowly. It was more loving making this time than the fucking they did last time. Rick felt Shane's hand slip around his thigh, stroking his cock.
Shane's other hand came up, rubbing his nipple. He quickened the pace slightly, making Rick grunt. He felt Shane's mouth on the back of his neck, kissing and licking as before, making him shiver and smile. Shane went even faster, making the thrusts harder. Rick pushed up, pressing the back of Shane's body. Shane moved his hands to Rick's waist and continued his thrusting, this new position rubbing his cock in new ways.
He give Rick a sideways kiss as he thrust into him, one hard slipping down to cup Rick's balls, rubbing them gently. Rick fell forward, his hands on the ground. Shane made the thrusts quick and hard, and he grunted. He was getting ready to come. He rubbed Rick's cock, focusing on the tip. Rick pushed back against Shane's cock and the two came.
Rick came on the front of Shane's sleeping bag, some of the fluid getting onto Shane's fingers, as Shane came inside Rick. They two grunted as the moment ended and the excitement calmed.
"Sorry," Rick said.
"Don't be," Shane said, raising his hand with cum. He licked it with a smile on his lips. "It's the perfect excuse to sleep with you in yours."
"It's not hard to wash out."
Both men jolted, completely naked Rick going for the cover of his sleep bag. Daryl laughed from the fireplace, shaking his head while he skinned the dead rabbit.
"Don't be a pussy, we all got the same junk," Daryl said.
Rick glowered at him.
"How long were you there for?" Rick asked.
"Fuck that, what's he doing here at all?" Shane asked, righting himself and zipping his pants up.
"I saved your life," Daryl drawled.
"After you almost killed me," Shane said.
"You ain't been shot with an arrow yet," Daryl said. "When you are then I would have almost killed you."
"Is that a threat?" Shane snapped.
"No," Rick said, pulling his underwear on. "It's not. He's been super helpful, Shane."
"Yeah? He's one of the guys who killed Morgan. Don't tell me you forgive him for that."
Rick glanced at Daryl, who gave him a passive glance. Shane didn't know that it was Daryl who killed Morgan. That detail could go untold for a while. Rick sighed deeply. "I haven't forgiven him for that yet, but one step at a time."
"I'm makin' dinner motherfucka," Daryl said. "Don't pop your tits."
"Don't pop your…?" Shane murmured.
Rick finished dressing. He went over to Shane, putting his hand on Shane's arm. He whispered, "You don't have to accept him right away. I didn't either. But we need each other. Don't worry; he grows on you after a while."
Rick planted a kiss on Shane's lips. Daryl chuckled.
"When you told him I love you over and over again I ain't realize y'all were gay, but when I came back into camp and he was fuckin' you up the ass I realized it… I wonder why I ain't seen it sooner?"
Shane gritted his teeth. "How long does it take for him to grow on you? Because I might kill him first."
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"I gotta piss," Daryl said, standing. "Then I'll take first watch. Y'all can go to bed now."
"Hey Daryl," Shane said, almost reluctantly. Daryl turned around. "That was… that was good." He motioned towards the bowled that had been filled with soup earlier.
Daryl smirked. "Thanks man." He disappeared into the bushes.
Rick took Shane's hand. "Are you coming to bed with me?"
"Yes," Shane said, standing. The sleep bags had been cleaned, but Shane still got into Rick's. It was big enough for the two of them, to Shane's surprise. Rick just laughed.
"I put two together," he said.
Shane grinned. He took Rick's face in his hands and kissed him gently. "Everything that's happened is awful… god awful… and losing everyone, and nearly dying so many times, and with all those walkers still out there…" Shane sighed. "I don't know… I guess what I'm trying to say is basically I wouldn't want to deal with this, with everything, with anyone except for you."
Rick laughed. "Funny. I was thinking the same thing."
Rick curled up against Shane's side. This was right. This was everything Rick could have asked for and more. He wouldn't want to face this with anyone else, except for Shane. His mind went back to when he was wounded, and Shane would lie by his side every night.
That comfort, that safety filled him, and he drifted off to sleep in Shane's arms.
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A/N: The last chapter! I still have so much I want to write about… I hope my school schedule isn't too bad this semester! Um, HUGE THANKS to all my readers, and look out for my spin off series. I don't know when I'll get to post it, but I will post it once I have the time to write again. Thank you for the awesome comments and thank you for reading! Until next time.
( I PROMISE MORE SEX IN THE NEXT SERIES... )