Helloha everyone. yes, I have written something and posted it, finally. Have had major writers block and....HOMEWORK!!! Damn the person who invented it!
Of course it's a Yaoi- GuyxGuy- so if you are uncomfortable as to reading this fanfic, please don't and hit the back button.
It is a MarcusxKyle, Terminator Salvation of course, basically set just as a sort of AU where Kyle finds Marcus and brings him home like a hurt puppy .
Kyle doesn't, of course, know that Marcus is part Machine so I've written it like he is still human . with bodily liquids and all x]

I didn't really know how to write it, I just wanted to put some Yaoi of these two on here, so I am sorry to all the die-hard fans who read this and say that there are soo many faults in this.
Thanks for taking the time to reading it and enjoy! .

Note: No yaoi in this chapter, sorry but there will be soon .

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The rapid fire of bullets ricocheting of rubble filled the silent city of disaster and horror, the bullets blowing through loose apartment blocks, shattering glass and weak wreckage of the area. Hard heavy steps crunched over the ground, covered with stone and bone; a lone scout of a T700 had locked its system onto a helpless life form, running for his life without protection from a gun or a plan.

Another round shot in the direction of the boy, the bullets barely missing the frantic feet of Nike's that kept on running, for the boy knew that running was the only option he had until he could find a weapon to destroy the thing and render it offline. But since Judgement Day, there wasn't a lot to help him, considering that there wasn't a lot to see and choose from due to the blasts over the land. So he kept on running, through the clattered and disastrous main street towards his little hideout. He knew this area better than any machine ever could. All he had to do was turn down some alley ways, jump over a few purposely placed cars and voila, he was safe with access to weapons.

"Ahh!" he screamed as two stray shots impaled themselves into his leg and shoulder, burying their hard bodies into his flesh and hitting the bone in his shoulder. The pain was unbearable as it rocketed through his leg, sending his nerves out of whack and numbing them a little. He couldn't control his leg as his went limp with pain. He couldn't control his body from falling onto the upturned ground so he braced himself with his good arm and hit the ground hard, hissing as a piece of glass sliced itself past his cheek. Tears started to form at the corner of his eyes but he was apart of the civilian force, and they don't cry and neither does the Resistance he told himself as he held them back and turned himself over to face the polluted, dark sky, panting hard. His heart was pounding against his chest so hard; he thought it would burst through it.

"Marcus!" He shouted, gathering all the air and will to scream out while scout terminator approached him at a speed that he didn't know of, hell, he didn't even know that he was being followed for a while until it started shooting at him when he turned around and spotted it.

Red eyes pierced Kyle's eyes; it was like staring into the gates of hell for the first and last time. Every time he saw those eyes, he couldn't shake the feeling that it could be the last thing he would see on this earth. His hair was all messy over his forehead and splayed out over the ground, his beanie being ripped off his head as he passed a stray bit of wire. The machine's eyes whirred as they zoomed in on the injured, out of breath teen and raised his arm holding a long cylinder machine gun at his head, only mere centimetres from his nose.

"Do it you stupid machine! Kill me!" Kyle barked at it, knowing it would do that anyway and threw a lump of concrete at its head, a last chance at hope he thought.

The concrete just bounced off its metal shoulder like it was made of rubber. Mechanical sounds buzzed from the T700 as it took another step closer to Kyle's body, the gun now resting on his forehead. The boy closed his eyes, not wanting to see those eyes as the last thing in his world, his life and sighed, waiting for the inevitable.

Sounds of metal on metal echoed in the empty street as a machine gun took its aim at the metal body from afar and continued to press its finger against the trigger. Bullets zoomed past the huge cybernetic device, some hitting the target of the protective metal covering the chip at the back of its head.

Kyle's eyes opened fast and watched the giant hovering over him shudder and shimmy from the attacking shots to its body and at its head. The gun left his head and began to shoot in the direction of the aggressive shots. Kyle knew that once the area was penetrated at the back of its head, the thing would automatically set fire on its surroundings... he being apart of the surroundings.

Rolling onto his stomach, holding back a gasp of pain through his arm, he began to heave himself out of the firing range of the T700, pulling his body with his good arm and his uninjured leg. He could feel the wetness of the blood over his skin and pants staining the ground under him. He hid behind a small Ford that somehow survived and rested against the door frame, hoping he would be safe.

Finally, the machine moaned mechanically as a buck shot exploded into its head and shattering the CPU chip inside. And as planned, its programming kicked in and it pulled on the trigger, sending a rain of bullets in every direction. Kyle heard the terminator fall onto the ground, finally shutting down.

Then it went quiet as the gun ran out of ammunition. It was always quiet these days but he never liked it.

He could hear the blood pulsating in his ears, in his head, in his neck. He could feel the blood slowly rushing from his leg onto the ground below, creating a small puddle of dark blood.

Once again, he choked back a sob of pain and called out for the man again, hoping he would find him. Fast crunching noises started towards his numbing body and he lifted his head to see two panting bodies around him. One of them bloody and tall was next to his leg, clamping a hand over his wound to stop the excessive bleeding while the small girl was at his side, silently staring at him with bright eyes and placed her dark hand over his own. It was her way to telling him that she was there and worried for him.

"How you going, kid?" Marcus asked, shouldering off his jacket and quickly wrapped it around the bloody leg, getting a painful groan from the pain struck boy.

"Been better…" Kyle mumbled, smiling weakly as his head slumped onto his injured shoulder.

"Hey! Keep your eyes open for me," called Marcus, cupping his chin and tapped his fingers on his cheek, trying to wake him up.

Kyle saw the older man staring over to him with concerned blue eyes that flickered over his body, but the urge just to sleep was overwhelming and his eyes closed. They felt like lead to his body, so heavy, it was a struggle to even keep them open and look at Marcus.

"No, hey, Kyle…Kyle!"

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His body felt numb, he couldn't move his arms or body. He couldn't feel anything. He could hear small things in the foreground and background, all muddled together, making his ears scream in pain. It sounded like metal objects clanging against each other. Panic struck his body; it was after him. Now he knew that he wasn't dead because if he was, there would be no more terminators, no more Skynet, no more war, no more pain…

He had to do something to get away from it but his body wouldn't move. Again, he heard loud crashes of metal hitting against other metal, louder and harsher. Then there was another loud bang and pain took hold of his body, his leg pounded full of pain, the epicentre of it all.

"Argh!" Kyle shrieked, his eyes flying open. Blue-hazel eyes quickly looked around for the machine that was haunting his thoughts, but all he saw was the dark canopy of vines covering the roof of his hideout, and light flickering over the ground and walls from far to his left.

"How was your dream about unicorns and lollipops?"

Recognising the familiar voice, he sat up slowly, his body protesting against the sudden movement but he pushed through it. Looking down, he noticed his injured shoulder was wrapped up and his arm in a good but pathetic attempt of a sling made up of a coat that smelt of sweat, earth, blood and masculinity. So pushing himself up with his left hand, he sat up and saw a box filled with blood stained metal utensils all bunched up together, with a red bullet sitting on top of the scissors, next to a man hovering over his right thigh, stitching up the bullet wound that pierced right though his thigh.

"Marcus…what are you doing?"

Cutting the fishing wire with a small dagger, he sat back and ripped more strips from his jacket and tied them end to end, beginning to wrap them around his thigh to protect the stitches from the outside world and to keep his thigh safe.

"What am I doing? Thought it would be a bit obvious to see me stitching up your body to save it from pooling out with your blood. Pretty good for a guy who doesn't know anything about surgery."

"Where's Star? He asked quickly, looking over the room for her wild thick hair and her deep eyes that always were alert, "Is she ok?"

Marcus nodded over to the Kyle's right, keeping his eyes on his bandaging. Kyle looked over to the direction that Marcus nodded to and saw the small body on the ground curled up in a few blankets and a small fire next to her, sleeping soundly, peacefully and safely.

"Just checked on her before I got started on you. She's safe and full of uh, coyote."

Relaxing a bit from the reassurance, he brought his attention back to Marcus as he swallowed hard from the tight bandage pressure around his thigh, but soon got used to it.

"Thanks…for back there and now, and for Star." Kyle said softly but loud enough to hear. He felt his eyes travel over Marcus' body like it was a moth to a flame. The older man was sitting next to his thighs, with the moon light scattering over his clothed back, highlighting his skin on his arms. It showed off the tight muscle under his skin that tensed as Marcus got up and walked over to the fire he had started, throwing small pieces of wood onto the fire.

But Kyle didn't want him to leave his side, he wanted Marcus just to stay next to him, however, he didn't want to sound whiny like a spoilt little girl who wanted everything. So he sighed and laid back down on his back, realising that Marcus had put together some material he had gotten from around the place and made it into a small pillow for his head. Kyle began to feel his body go heavy again, it demanded sleep and rest, so he gave into his body's needs and relaxed on the flat concrete block, feeling the minor warmth of the fire hit his cheek. A shiver rolled over his body and he noticed that Marcus caught it instantly. The tall man stood up and walked over to Kyle, leant over his body and grabbed what was left of his torn apart jacket and half-dropped, half-placed it over his chest.

"Get some rest, you're gonna need it."

Kyle couldn't help his eyes attaching themselves onto Marcus' body that was stretching over his own body. He could feel his heat radiating from Marcus' body onto his stomach, seeping into the material and warming his skin a little. He thought about how he got back here, most likely in his arms, close to his chest was the only answer he could think of. He noticed some small cuts and abrasions to his arm with dry blood caked over it, one looked like a bullet has just clipped his bicep but it was too filled with dried blood to look closer for detail.

Since finding Marcus stupidly calling out to the machine without a gun or protection, he never really done things that would be considered needed for Kyle. He helped with something's but kept to himself. When Marcus put the jacket over his body, Kyle felt like he was a kid again like his mother used to do for him and hold him close, to keep the danger of the outside world coming in to their underground safe haven.

But Kyle knew that Marcus wasn't going to hold him like that. Full stop. He was the masculine, silent, tough it out type, he wasn't the type to fully open up but the fact that he did that little deed for him and that he was close made him feel a little safer. Before he could try and cling to the moment, his eye lids closed over his eyes and he was asleep.

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Blurry and inaudible noises brought Kyle out of his light doze. He slowly cracked open an eye and immediately, it went straight over to Marcus who was cleaning some of his gashes with some dark liquid in a bottle that smelt alcoholic and strong.

He must have found my stash… thought Kyle and smirked.

Closing his eyes again, he couldn't go back to sleep. Pain throbbed everywhere and the tight feeling in his chest began to hurt again. It has come up a few days back when Marcus threw him against a building wall while they were searching for some things to use. He threw him against the wall to protect and hide him from aerial and land machines looking for humans to enslave. He had pinned him against the outer wall and their bodies and faces were so close, he thought the pain was from an injury he has gotten but it was something different. After that, he couldn't stop thinking of that moment, and how close Marcus was, how he protected him so fast.

Opening his eyes again, they were on Marcus in an instant. He looked over to the relaxed body that leant against a large, thick slab on concrete behind him with the fire burning strong and hot. He was finally asleep or dozing. He had never seen Marcus look so relaxed in the time he was in his life; he looked so peaceful.

He then got a sudden urge to go over to him, and sit close to his body and gain warmth from the fire and his body, but mostly for his body. Thinking on instinct rather than logic, he wrapped the short jacket converted blanket around his slung arm and shoulders and slid off the flat surface, landing on his good leg and slowly placing his leg on the ground, putting all of his weight on his good leg and limped over quietly to Marcus' body. Carefully sitting down in an awkward way due to his leg, he edged closer with his uninjured arm. He was now so close; his heart began to drum fast again. He was so close he could smell Marcus, could taste him on his tongue, and could fully look over his body without being caught.

Finally, he collected all the courage he had and placed his head against the slowly rising chest, hearing the soft beats of his heart against his ear. Already this far without Marcus waking, he slowly twisted his body around and grabbed the long, warm arm that was laying on the concrete, pulling it around his body, careful of his shoulder and placed his head back on the hard chest, feeling the warmth of the fire over the side of his body and his cheek and ear growing warm from the heat from the body next to him.

Then suddenly, the body he was leaning on stiffened rapidly, tensing from the awareness of Kyle's body against his own. Kyle didn't dare to look up or move so he kept his eyes fixated on the fire that danced wildly.

"What are you doing? Marcus asked softly, his voice rough and low from the deep doze he was in.

"Too…cold over there." Kyle weakly replied, gripping harder at Marcus' tattered dark top and started to tremble a bit. He didn't know if it was due to the cold or the anticipation for Marcus to answer. He was stupid not to wear his other layers of clothing instead; he wore his jacket and two tops. The night always dropped into the minuses, so it was his fault for being cold if that was the case. But surprisingly enough, the long arm around him tightened a little. He watched his other arm reach over his body, slightly brushing over his hair and pulled the jacket blanket over his shoulders more.

"Hey," started Kyle, who lifted his head off of Marcus' chest and met with the blue eyes of the man and sat up a bit, bringing their faces a little closer and released his grip on the top, "thanks again."

Marcus nodded as a silently answer. Kyle wasn't really expecting a verbal answer at a time like this. That burning in his chest started again; it felt like under his skin was on fire, it was so tight and hot.

Before he knew what he was doing, his hand moved up and cupped the hard, stubble covered jaw and leaned up, closing the space between their faces and placed his lips over Marcus'. He felt the man tense up even more. He closed his eyes straight away, but he could still feel the burn of Marcus' surprised eyes on his face. His lips were moist and warm; he could feel the small scars over his bottom lip, and from the small encounter, tasted Marcus on his lips for the first time. Noticing that the older male didn't pull away yet, he pressed slightly harder onto his lips, tasting a bit more of him on his lips.

A large hand placed itself on his chest, over his heart, and pushed him away with some force. He watched the strong, well built chest heave in slow, "Don't do this kid, just…" he paused, his eyes darting over his face and away quickly onto his thigh, Kyle waited for the worst, "…get some sleep, ok?"

Embarrassed, Kyle swallowed hard, forcing down the bile that was working its way up his throat and nodded quickly, placing his head back on the warm chest and again, and felt the arm around him tighten protectively but careful not to hurt his shoulder and arm. He was a little surprised that he allowed him to still rest near on, let alone on him, but he didn't push the subject. He didn't regret kissing Marcus, he had wanted to do that for so long that the burn in his chest dulled a little, but he knew that once he got a taste, he wanted more. He needed to taste him again.

Slowly he inhaled, and closed his eyes, letting his body drift into slumber, mentally wishing for good dreams.

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You guys and girls will have to wait for next chapter hehehe, hope you enjoyed it xD