**************PLEASE READ AUTHOR'S NOTE!**************
A/N: So I changed some stuff up in the first chapter, please read. I made a sort of different approach, one that made Nick more like a monster, and more mysterious.
The zombies roared, surrounding the survivors, causing Rochelle to yell out, "They just never give up do they?" No shit Rochelle, they're zombies. The ran toward the safe room, trying their best not to die. Nick was trying to carry Ellis along, since Ellis had been smoked and was looking pretty bad. He would be okay once they got into the safe room. Right? Of course. Ellis was a strong man. That was what Nick liked about him. The stomping echoed in the safe room as they all tumbled inside. Coach slammed the door shut as Ellis choked out blood and fell to the ground.
"Hey kid," Nick said, grabbing Ellis' almost broken body. Ellis smiled weakly and looked up at Nick. "Hey, you okay? You can rest now. We're safe." Coach and Rochell wondered into a different room, probably looking for food. "Dr. Nick'll fix you up." A smile spread across Ellis' face, but then he winced again and held his stomach. Nick's smile broke and he grabbed the closest health pack he could find. He helped Ellis undress and looked about the damage. It didn't look too bad, but then again, Nick wasn't a registered practitioner. He fixed the damage he could and he could hear Ellis let out a sigh of relief.
"Thanks partner," Ellis whispered, still grabbing his stomach. He smiled weakly, making the conman smile back. The conman slightly caressed the hicks cheek, that is until Rochelle and Coach walked back in.
"Is the kid gonna be okay?" Coach said, tossing them a can of beans. Ellis nodded and tried his best to stand up. Nick helped him to the bedroom.
"I'm gonna catch some zs, not really hungry right now."
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna hit the hay too," Nick bellowd as they walked into the room. He laid Ellis down on the bed, trying not to make the hick hurt anymore. "There has to be something I could do, I hate seeing you hurt." Nick touched the hick's cheek again. For some reason he was so drawn to this person, he didn't know why. He just wanted to have the boy forever. He someone wondered how he could even feel like that. Even after all the things he's done; murder, greed, all the things that make someone a monster. He was happy the apocalypse started. That just meant he didn't have to be careful, he could just go about his usual business. What he didn't get at first was that in an apocalypse the mafia kind of dies off too. Remember when I died? You didn't even cry. Nick heard the voice in his head. The one that he used to love, the soft tone, the hidden sexiness to it. You didn't even have a funeral.
"There is something you could do," Ellis said, pulling Nick down to meet his face. Nick stared into those captivating blue eyes. He kissed Ellis' lips. trying his hardest to not hurt the adorable hick. The hick grabbed the back of the conman's head, grabbing tufts of hair. Nick kissed harder, deciding that this couldn't hurt the hick. Their tongues collided and played with eachother, expressing their need for eachother. The conman could feel Ellis move from underneath him. He could feel the hick wince with the movement.
"Are you okay El?" Nick questioned breaking the kiss. He looked into the hick's eyes.
"I jus, I need yew Nick," He whispered, slamming his lips against the conman's. Nick's heart raced. God this kid put him on edge. He slowly grabbed the kid's back, pulling his body against his own. He heard Ellis murmur in pain but he continued to kiss the conman. Ellis wrapped his hands around Nick's neck, trying his best not to care about the pain. It was working for the most part. The kissing was helping him, but he wanted more. But he knew that his body just couldn't take it. Nick broke the kiss and tugged at the kid's shirt. Nick didn't even know why the hick cared about that shirt so much, he just knew that he couldn't stand Ellis wearing it for too much longer. He pulled the hick's shirt off slowly, trying his best not to hurt him. The hick winced but tried to hide it was a smile. The conman touched the hick's chest, caressing the bandage that was across his stomach, he smiled weakly. He kissed the hick's neck, biting it softly. Ellis let out a small squeak and wiggled a little. Nick kissed down Ellis' chest, kissing every scar that was encountered. Ellis moaned slightly, trying not to let Nick know how amazing it felt for someone so special to him to be kissing every part of his exposed skin. Nick smiled weakly, trying not to think of the overwhelming grief that truly drowned him.
It's your fault that he's hurt. Nick winced, he didn't want to think about the fact that he practically made the smoker attack the kid. If you hadn't been so reckless, he wouldn't be hurt. Nick looked up at the boy, he was not deserving of someone who looked so innocent, so good. He knew he was evil, he knew he didn't deserve this. You're a monster remember? He shook his head kissed the kid's lips again, shutting out the voice in his head.
"Nick?" Ellis murmred, breaking their kiss. "Is sumtin wrong?" He looked into the boys eyes, resorting to his best poker face. The smiled a little. "I guess not."
"I'm just tired Ell." Nick smiled again, laying down beside the hick, wrapping his arms around him.
"Good night Nick."
"Night kid." You'll fuck up eventually, whether it's you or him. You're a monster.
But, so badly did he want to be considered a human.