Hunted?: Distance
by Tyloric
People really wanted my story, Hunted?[sic], to be slash. Here is a slightly humorous, mostly dramatic take on it. Not as steamy as it could have been cause I rushed it, but take it for what it is; a fan service. Enjoy.
Ellis leaned forward slightly, their lips only an inch apart. Slowly, he begins to fill the gap.
"Stop," the hunter says quietly.
Ellis frowns, "Sorry, I just thought…"
"Not that… would be nice… but…"
"But?" Ellis presses.
"…Eaten people, tasted their blood…" The hunter looks down at his claw like hands, "Can't even use my hands… monster, dangerous, not worth the effort."
The mechanic wasn't sure how to react to that, wasn't sure what to think. So then he had an idea, "Leave it to me," without, warning he moved to trace a line with his tongue against the infected's neck.
The hunter couldn't help himself, he groaned, but tried to push Ellis back anyway, "What are you doing?"
Ellis pulled back to meet those eerily white eyes with his, "Do ya trust me?"
"What?"
"Do ya trust me?"
A long, awkward silence follows before the hunter responds with, "…yes."
He smiles sweetly, "So just let me work," he says confidently. He wastes no time; he rests a hand in between the hunter's legs on his crotch and begins tracings that line with his tongue again. He has to admit, the hunter does taste a bit… funny. Sweat and dust and god knows what else, but he's on a mission now, and there was not backing down.
The hunter tries not to make too much noise as to not wake Ellis' comrades, but god it has been so long since he has been close to someone... he can't remember how long for sure, but it felt like years.
Ellis' hand was inside his sweat pants now, and the mechanic finds that the infected is already at attention. He grins, this wouldn't take long, even though he wanted it too.
The next few minutes are heaven and hell for the hunter. He wants to moan and groan and make noise; instinct demands it, and every now and then one slips through. But for the most part, he is silent. He thrusts up in to Ellis's careful ministrations, loving the closeness, the way it feels so human, so natural.
He falls over the edge of climax without warning, streams of milky fluid leaving his manhood, wave after wave of intense pleasure slamming through him, and he bites in to his arm hard to keep from yelling. He pants heavily as Ellis pulls away, smirking.
He can't think of anything else to say, "Thank you."
The young man waves him off, "Least I could do for saving my life."
The hunter opens his mouth to say something else, but then down stairs Nick asks groggily, "Ellis?" He's up and out of the door not two seconds after he plants a quick kiss on Ellis' forehead.
~fin.