Fight The Fever

Daryl closed his eyes against the brightness of the sun as he laid out in his slightly disconnected part of camp, his jacket hanging up from it being recently washed by Carol. She always did weird stuff for him, it was kind of strange, especially since he kind of got the feeling that she was seeking more than a paternal attention from him. Daryl only saw her fit the mother role, whatever that meant—he'd never had one of those, that he could remember—but he wasn't jumping into that bag of worms, he didn't need a lady crying after him if they had sex and he got bit or something fucked like that. Daryl didn't play those games. No emotions, no attachments, no excuses.

The group at the current moment were all scattered, the men gathering, fighting and bickering about something or other, and the women inside making supper. Daryl could see Dale up on his RV, keeping watch and making sure he couldn't see any walkers coming near the farm. He supposed he should go out and do something…anything other than relax under a tree and pretend he was anywhere but there. Anywhere. But, Daryl was feeling slightly separated from the group for a reason, he didn't feel that important, rather he felt used…that they only kept him around because he was a good hunter, that he could track even in the toughest situations, that he was the only one who found a trail for Sophia.

A shadow crossed over his little patch of sun and Daryl reached out for his weapon, but it wasn't nearby where he left it, instead he looked up and found Shane standing there holding it.

"Why are ya up here all by yourself, huh? Sitting up here, avoiding the group…you think you too good for us or something?" Shane spat on the ground right in front of Daryl's feet.

Grinding his teeth together, Daryl kept his mouth shut because he was a second from flying at Shane and knocking his teeth down his throat. He was that close.

"Gonna say somethin' or is your mouth glued shut, boy?" Shane paced back and forth.

Daryl's eyes narrowed and he lunged, fist connecting with Shane's jaw; the sound of bone to bone ringing in his ears. He hissed loudly when his arm was torqued back and he was face first in the dirt and leaves, cheek pressing into one of the stones from what looked to have been a fireplace. "Think you're all tough Shane, I know you ain't…you ain't nothing out here…you're just Rick's second man, gotta do what he says…"

"Shut your fucking mouth…or I'm gonna shut it for you."

"Yeah, what you gonna do…huh?" Daryl taunted, giving another little hiss when Shane tweaked his arm just short of it really hurting.

"Do this…" Shane shoved his hand between his body and the ground, top of his hand flat to the earth as his palm grazed over metal teeth and a zipper, but not his own, oh no that was Daryl's crotch and he gave it a grab, giving a satisfied smirk as the man below let out a groan. "Haven't been touched in a long time? Feels good, doesn't it?" He whispered in the younger man's ear, lips just close enough to taste the flesh of his ear.

"Get your hands off me!" Daryl shouted, squirming a little under the hold. "Let me go…fuckin faggot…"

"If I'm a faggot, why are you hard, huh? I ain't the only one lonely here, am I Daryl? Whatcha say, let me stretch that tight ass out a little, huh? Bet you'd like that, bet you'd like to go for a real ride…"

"Yes," Daryl whispered, lips brushing against a dirty leaf.

"What? I can't hear you." Shane smiled against his neck, hand just teasing the cock growing under his palm.

"I said yes…" And he swore he could hear Merle in his ear, calling him a fuckin fairy and a pansy ass, but so what. The world was a sad place and there was nothing out there but loss and pain, Daryl knew that, and right now with his face in the mud and Shane on his back, promising some contact, Daryl was okay with that. But he also knew this wasn't going to be some romantic bull shit like Maggie and Glenn, no…this wasn't about 'I love you', and 'I hope you never die…' this was him and Shane letting it out and using the other for the sake of loneliness.

And like a fire, he could feel the shirt ripping off his back as Shane's hands shredded the material and started tugging on his jeans. "Up on your knees."

Daryl didn't need to be told twice, he was on them as soon as Shane let up to give him room. He shook out of the shirt, hands all but shaking as he shoved his pants down to his knees, letting them pool there. He could hear Shane hiss in a breath when he exposed himself; that only made him smile.

"God, I bet that ass is tighter than any pussy I've been in."

Daryl swung his head around to glance at Shane for the first time since he came around. "Why don't you quit talking and hop too…find out."

It didn't take more than that for Shane to spit into his palm and slather it over his very hard cock. Daryl looked back at the ground and dug his nails in, ready for the ride to begin. He groaned when he felt Shane's cock slide deep into his body without pause, the burn and pain of it brought him all back to reality; he loved anything when it hurt.

"God you feel so fuckin' good, just like I thought you would…" Shane reached around and without even thinking about it, grabbed onto Daryl's cock and started to stroke, angling his hips and driving in deeper. He could tell the younger man below him was loving it, the way his body pushed back, the sounds he made…it was slowly driving him crazy.

"Fuck…" Daryl arched his back, eyes closed and mouth open, panting like some whore getting plowed…he loved it. Then Shane had to go and touch him, make the contact even more real. Moaning, Daryl squeezed his insides very tight on purpose, all but laughing when Shane cursed his name.

"Ain't gonna last long if you keep playing tricks like that…" And he wasn't going to either, it'd been too long and this was too good to even drag it out.

"Yeah? Well shut up and fuck me harder…" Daryl shoved back hard, his eyes all but rolling as his prostate was brushed, making him cry out into his hand and bite down, cock drooling in the rough grip Shane had on him. He was damn close and with the pace he was getting fucked…Daryl wasn't gonna walk straight any time soon.

"Come on, baby, I wanna hear you scream," Shane whispered in Daryl's ear, "come on…"

Daryl was too in lust to actually make a snappy comeback to what was just said, he however wouldn't forget being called 'baby'. He all but groaned Shane's name and came, body shuddering as he felt the older man go at the same time, leaning over his back and brushing his lips against the back of his neck.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours before moving, rolling onto their backs and catching their breath. Daryl didn't want to break the silence and he was sure Shane didn't either. So neither said a word.

Moments, no, minutes later Daryl watched as Shane got up and straightened out his clothes, before he could speak there was a pair of rough lips pressing into his own for a chase kiss. "Next time…I'm going to sit back and watch you ride it."

"What makes you say this is gonna happen again?" Daryl questioned, little smirk on his lips.

Shane smiled back, just as secretive. "Because something says I'm gonna be in the woods tomorrow and you're going hunting, and maybe you'll find me waiting." He looked very seriously at Daryl.

Daryl only grinned. "Maybe I am going hunting tomorrow."