The shadows around them provided cover, a sweet, sensual cover that drove Daryl crazy as he worked his lips against Glenn's. There was no hesitation, no second guessing, nothing, just the delicious taste of Glenn's mouth on his, the swapping of saliva. His fingers curled tighter into Glenn's hair and his other arm, his free arm, wrapped around the others slender waist, his palm pressing into the small of Glenn's back, pulling Glenn against him. Daryl was lost. This was what he had wanted, maybe not with Glenn, but with other men. And now that he was getting it there were a thousand ideas exploding into his head, telling him to do this, or touch that because it might feel good. He pushed it all aside. Right now he just wanted to enjoy what he had.

Pulling back he severed their connection and gulped down a breath of air he so suddenly needed. He stared at Glenn, eyes now adjusted to the dark, saw the Asian's chest heaving, the look of pure pleasant surprise on Glenn's face. Daryl had half the mind to apologize, say he hadn't meant to go that far, to practically eat Glenn's face off but that was a lie. He had meant it and he had wanted it and by God he had loved it. Licking his lips he cleaned the cooling traces of Glenn's saliva off and smirked.

Glenn stood there shocked, the light tingling sensation on his lips the reminder of what had just conspired between them and what had just sparked within him. He glanced at Daryl, giving the hick a nervous grin. It was enough to portray what he was feeling, what he wanted so badly now. Before Glenn knew what was happening Daryl was on him again, pulling him close, mouth desperately nibbling at his jaw, fingers kneading his ass and hips grinding into his.

"Swing this way do ya?" Daryl growled into Glenn's ear, sliding his hands up the others back then back down, nudging the tips of his fingers into Glenn's jeans.

"Apparently," Glenn breathlessly replied as he wound his arms around Daryl's neck, being silenced by Daryl's mouth enclosing over his, coaxing his lips to open, for him to submit.

Glenn gladly gave in, feeling gooseflesh tickle his skin when he remembered where they were, outside, half in the forest yet still in plain sight despite the shadows. He broke the kiss and manoeuvred himself out of Daryl's grip.

"We can't do this out here," he murmured quietly while he straightened his shirt and adjusted his just barely misplaced jeans on his hips. "Maybe your tent, maybe mine?" He suggested.

Daryl nodded. "Yes," he said as he began to pull Glenn along towards the closest tent, his tent. "Mine then, it's closer." He whispered as he followed Glenn into the already open doors.

The tent itself wasn't large but it was big enough to play host to both of them for just a little while. Entering he put his crossbow outside and zipped the doors up before returning his attention to Glenn who had laid himself out over the make shift bed. Smirking Daryl crawled over and bowed his head, nuzzling his way up Glenn's flat stomach and chest with his nose and mouth. His hands followed the progress of his lips and in their wake Daryl's fingers slowly peeled Glenn's shirt up and, eventually, off.

Exposed to Daryl, Glenn squirmed, his cheeks flushing under Daryl's intense gaze. He felt just a little bit uncomfortable, not too much but just enough to make him extra self-conscious and nervous. Maybe Daryl didn't like what he saw, maybe he was too lanky, too much lean muscle rippling beneath the cover of smooth, naturally coloured skin. Oh, God. Maybe this had all been a big misunderstanding. Shit. Glenn didn't know what he would do with himself if it was, if Daryl had been expecting more. He toyed with his bottom lip, biting it and rolling it between his teeth as Daryl just stared. And then thankfully, mercifully, Daryl moved and Glenn could breath again as rough digits caressed his stomach, feeling him, before traveling up to his chest, rubbing against his nipples.

Daryl earned a soft gasp from Glenn as he continued his ministrations on the beautiful thing that would be his soon enough. He had never really stopped to view Glenn's strange exotic beauty but now that he was seeing it he couldn't get enough of it. Rolling Glenn's nipples between two fingers he felt them pebble. A smile spread out over his face as he nudged a knee between the others legs, pressing against Glenn's groin while he lowered his head and attacked one of the hardened nubs of delicate skin with his tongue and teeth; Glenn whimpered. Daryl continued to explore Glenn's baby soft skin with his hands, eyes, tongue, lips, he even breathed in Glenn's fresh scent with a visible shudder. How Glenn managed to stay so God damn clean during a fucking zombie apocalypse Daryl didn't know.

His fingers soon trailed back down and then he was pulling at Glenn's jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper before a deep snarl sounded. Daryl's head shot up. He stared at Glenn confused. Had he done something wrong?

"Are you okay?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"What are you talking about?" Glenn inquired, his chocolate eyes doe like. "I thought you made that noise."

"No I—"

Another snarl—no, a groan—emitted from somewhere near by. Daryl's eyes widened and he lunged forward, pressing both his palms against Glenn's opening mouth, silencing the other before he could speak. Before he could make any noise. A slim, mangled shadow projected against the tent as the Walker blocked out the light from the fire. Daryl held his position hovered over Glenn, keeping his hands pressed firmly to the other, smothering any whimpers or noises that would've escaped. He could feel Glenn trembling beneath him and could practically smell the fear emitting from the other. Glancing around Daryl noted with despair and annoyance that he had placed his crossbow outside the tent.

Mentally kicking himself he leaned down over Glenn. "Stay quiet," he said, his voice just below a whisper. "I have to get my bow."

Glenn shook his head and grasped Daryl's wrists, stopping him from moving. Maybe the Walker would just get bored and wander off, or maybe it had already scented them and was merely contemplating a way into the tent. Despite them being dead they were rather smart. Glenn recalled walking through the streets of Atlanta decked out in guts and blood and still some had came up to him, given him a curious sniff. He shuddered at the memory. If it was out there it was probably waiting.

Daryl sighed quietly and scowled at Glenn. Ridding himself of Glenn's grasp he crawled towards the door of the tent and began to very slowly unzip it. Curiously he peered out. A face writhing with maggots greeted him. Bone protruded out of it's jaw like cruelly designed fangs while crevasses in it's hollowed cheeks were alive with insects and parasites eating at the dead flesh. One lifeless yellow eye flickered up to assess him. The other eye was crusted with pus and blood and a good percent of it dribbled down the slops of the creatures cheek in a sluggish scarlet stream.

Well, that was better than a cold shower, Daryl thought dully before the Walker lunged at him.

Glenn screamed.

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This chapter was purely for all those slashfans out there.
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