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The Agreement
Chapter One
Daryl's POV
"Ha...f-fuck...Jesus Christ, Shane..." I could not help but groan for the man behind me to hear, my words causing his rough hands to squeeze my sides tighter, "...harder."
"Oh, is that what you want...?" Shane taunted me and I could hear the wicked smirk in his voice as he delivered one particularly brutal thrust of his massive cock inside me, and I hurriedly adjusted my iron grip on the tree bark in front of me.
"Don't you worry none," the former officer of the law practically purred to me, circling his hips for a admittedly tantalizing moment before driving his sex into me hard, hard enough for me to see white spots dance in front of my eyes for a moment, "...I'ma take care of you...I always do."
I had lost count of how many times Shane and I had ended up in this exact situation, having gone and separated ourselves from the campsite, hidden amongst the trees and hills, with him right behind me making me shudder in pleasure.
But it was not just for pleasure that we continued to meet like this.
Several months ago, when Merle and I had been accepted in with this group, Shane had immediately sensed my restlessness.
At night, I could hardly sleep.
When awake, I was always angry, always fighting with someone.
More than a few times, Shane and I had gotten into in all-out brawls, and I would be lying if I didn't say that I had been the cause of those times, practically egging him on to throw the first punch and let me see what he was made of.
Stupid.
I can remember when he had finally had enough of my bullshit and pinned me to the ground, demanding I tell him what was wrong with me.
I remember I wanted to break his spine in half until I felt a most peculiar sensation, something I was not familiar with...and it made me freeze.
Shane had snaked his hand down inside the front of my pants, grabbing my cock and feeling it swell with blood under his touch, signifying my unrelenting need and answering his question at the same time.
"...I...I just...get so fuckin' frustrated, man, with all this...just out of my fuckin' head and shit, and killin' geeks don't do nothing no more," I had struggled to put into words how I often felt like a caged animal always with an ax to grind to anyone who was dumb enough to cross my path, and how I did not know how to release these feelings that would choke me more than they would help me.
I always felt on edge, like I was constantly on the brink of entering some prize fight where no matter what I did, I would never be ready.
It was an agony that sometimes I could not help but push onto others...and Shane must have understood some small part of that.
"...ugh...goddamn, Daryl..." Shane moaned thickly behind me, pulling me from my wandering thoughts of the past as he continued to pound his heavy erection into me now in an unsteady rhythm, "...getting close...you ready...?"
"Yeah..." my answer was whispered, muffled by my own building pleasure as well as the tiny shards of blackened shame that slowly crept through every inch of me, "...little more..."
I could feel the precise moment when Shane's dick pulsed with his release that rushed hot and slick inside of me, the act prompting my own come to suddenly erupt from me and I could feel all the tense muscles in my arms go lax and weightless against the tree.
Shane never said my name when he came and I never said his.
He gave a few, weak thrusts of his hips against my ass before slowly pulling out his softening member with a squelch that made me lower my eyes.
We knew that words were unnecessary between us at this point.
He had given me what I needed and now was the part where we both just walked away.
My anger was sated, my nerves calmed to a point to where I could easily fall into a deep slumber if I wanted to, and it was only during this temporary heaven that I finally felt at peace.
My raging soul would go still...and I would just feel better.
My breathing was still ragged, my chest rising and falling as I watched as Shane fastened his belt and fixed his jeans, his steady, too-dark eyes watching my face impassively.
He always wore such an unreadable expression, but it was not as if I needed to ask him anything.
It was never gentle with him, never comfortable.
We never talked about it afterward.
It meant nothing.
Every time.
This had been our agreement since the beginning and even though it served its purpose in finally silencing the demons that often warred inside me, it could not have been more hollow.
I hated to admit it to myself, but while I watched him walk back to the campsite to join the others...I felt a unmistakeable melancholy come over me, filling the spaces inside of me where my anger had previously been.
I felt sick.
It was with sluggish fingers that I zipped my dirty pants back up, barely able to lift my chin as the full weight of this newly discovered burden settled directly across my shoulders.
What was my problem?
Why was I acting like this?
Wasn't Shane giving me exactly what I wanted from him?
The answer struck me loud and clear inside my own mind, as I decided I had let Shane get far enough ahead of me before I could allow the others at the camp to see me walking around as well.
No.
I was not getting everything I needed.
Not anymore.
I needed more.
I needed something else...
I sighed as I squinted my eyes to ward off as much as the sunlight as possible while I reached down to pick up my crossbow from leaning against the same tree trunk I had just finished gripping like my life depended on it.
I quietly made my way out of the treeline and crossed the sunny main area of the camp sight, hoisting the heavy crossbow a little higher on my back and feeling as if I just wanted to disappear.
I could hear some of the women down by the quarry washing clothes while their children played.
Dale came out of the RV with binoculars in his hands, ready to assume his usual post on top of the vehicle at the highest point in our camp to keep watch as far out as he could see.
"Oh hey, Daryl! Can I talk to you for a second?" Dale called out to me when I had walked passed him, his gaze leaving his binoculars as he made one final adjustment and then looked up at me.
I only turned around in place rather than walking all the way back to him, not being able to help the look of utter irritation from reaching my face even though I knew he did not deserve it.
"What ya want, ol' man?" I spoke with a tilt of my head, able to mask my own personal problems with disrespect.
Dale didn't seem to mind as he stepped closer to me.
"We're running a little low on food. Not right now, but in the next few days, we are really going to be a tight spot here," Dale explained somberly, his aged face showcasing his worry while he continued, "...I was hoping that you might hunt us up some meat that we could use to get by before..."
"Whoa, hol' on now, you ain't gotta go into all that," I cut the older man off, my weight shifting to the other foot and a little further away from him, as I focused my gaze at his wide eyes from the angle I had put between us, "...I get it, I'll go hunt."
Relief broke out across Dale's face as he fixed me with a genuine smile.
"That's wonderful! I'll let everyone know the good news," he beamed at me as he moved the binoculars in his hands.
I had to look away from his bright smile, his words of praise, only flicking my eyes back to him for another brief moment to acknowledge our accord before walking away.
I breathed easier now that I was no longer receiving attention like that and was able to once again be alone.
I hated how I had not been able to help but search Dale's words for anything misleading or false when he had spoken with such positivity towards me.
I never trusted something like that, not right away.
But I would have bet anything that it had been for that same reason that I had stayed alive this long.
That and Merle.
"...just another of my more fucked up qualities," I mused aloud to myself in painfully dark humor as I lifted my crossbow off my shoulder and held it easily in both hands, feeling more than ready to immerse myself back in the quiet forest with a job to do.
I felt off and I yearned to be away from everyone else again.
Who was I kidding?
I really needed some time to sort my head out and stop thinking on...whatever this problem was.
