How could you forget? Ch. 4
Chelsea Goldsmith
*Warnings- Left 4 Dead and anything associated with it belongs solely to Valve and the only things I claim as my own are the two main characters themselves and the "story" they go through.
Popped it out earlier than I bet a lot of you were expecting. Bet grateful, it is becoming a bitch to work on Grier's part because his side is basically just a repeat of Cayden's only from his point of view. The only reason chapter one and two were a bit more different is because the characters had yet to actually interact much with each other. It's getting old so I am no longer going to be writing it like this, i'll just be continuing where I left off from the other. I'm hoping this will help me write more on it. Insight on how that makes any of y'all feel would be awesome. If enough people want Grier's posts to stay the same I'll just force myself to work through it.
Enjoy!
"Please-fuck-me!" His love yelled up towards the ceiling as an adorable blush spread across their face.
"Good boy." He cooed down at them in pleasure and ran the fingers of his left hand through their shaggy auburn hair right above their left ear. He loved the feel of the soft texture running like silk over his fingers. Feeling the need to reward them for their "good behavior" he leaned down and caught sight of a beautiful pair of forest green eyes then paused. It wasn't the eyes that made him pause however; it was the cute smile his lover had just shown him, like they could never see anyone else but him in their world. The pause only lasted a moment before he grinned back at them and then pressed their lips together gently.
"Cayden…I love you." He leaned back to whisper to them before sliding his left hand down their body slowly, enjoying the shudders it invoked, before coming to grip at their left hip.
His lover once again smiled that sweet smile at him as they wrapped their arms around his shoulders and he leaned down to make the hold less awkward.
"I love you too, Grier."
Grier's eyes popped open wide as the confusion in his mind started to take the form of panic. In his memory/dream thing he'd clearly said "boy" and he was pretty sure that Cayden was not a girl's name.
"You have to be fucking kidding me…" He growled into the darkness and looked up as the once still form on the bed jerked awake. It looked as though the hunter had also had a bit of a shock.
The sinking feeling in Grier's gut started to feel heavier as his suspicions took over. The anger was almost immediate with the thought that started to bombard his brain.
No, no, NO! He inwardly screamed to shut the other voice up.
Instead of showing his panic he simply directed his unhappiness towards the small creature currently in the middle of his own mental break down.
"Have you finally come back to your senses dumbass?" He sniggered at him. Pleased when the boy jerked towards him in surprise and took a visible sniff of the air to identify him.
The look didn't last long however as soon he obviously picked up the scent of the human woman Grier had gone out earlier to retrieve for the hunter when he awoke. As he had carried the hunter back to his "hideout" he had noticed how light the damn thing had been and was surprised by the twist in his gut at the thought that he had unintentionally been causing the creature to suffer.
Logically he knew he shouldn't feel guilty, he didn't even know the hunter after all, but for some reason his emotions thought differently so out he went while the hunter rested to collect food for the malnourished slip of a boy.
It didn't take but a few seconds after the hunter had zeroed in on the human before he was flying through the air at a ridiculous speed towards her. One of Grier's second "tongues", the one located on the back of his shoulder, shot out almost as quickly and wrapped firmly around the hunter, halting his descent upon the female by only a short distance. Though the other tongues weren't as strong as the main one located inside his mouth he hated not being able to talk while using the damn thing and so found himself using the "extras" more often. The more use he got out of them the stronger he noticed them become.
The tiny boy screeched in obvious anger and slight desperation and wriggled his body around in Grier's hold. This made holding him a bit more difficult but the hunter was so drained from having not eaten he didn't put up as much of a fight as he should have been able.
"Calm down brat! We were having a conversation, you can eat in a second." He snapped at the boy before drawing the tongue in closer to himself until the little hunter and him were face to face. The snap of teeth the runt gave him was far less threatening than it was amusing and he grinned to show it.
This all felt so familiar, like he had been doing it his whole life. The hunter himself was extremely familiar. Eerily so.
Reaching up with a sudden urge to touch the boy, Grier didn't hesitate when the little hunter released a warning growl and internally shadowed the confusion that showed on the hunter's face.
The first touch of their skin together when Grier's hand finally cupped the side of the boy's face sent a shock through him. Intrigued he soon slid his hand upwards seeking the hair hidden below the dark hood. The motion felt so right and by the look the hunter was giving him the situation was familiar to him as well.
The shocked but curious face the hunter was giving him snapped Grier back from his daze and caused him to become angry with himself. Jerking his hand back and releasing the tongue from the hunter he berated himself internally. Just what the fuck was he doing?
I must still be ill, that has to be it. There is no way another male holds any attraction to me. Disgusting! His mind screaming the last at him anger and he turned from the hunter to head for the only exit the building held, which was the window, pausing only for a second at the human female.
She lay tangled in the net she had tried to use on him and jerked around in fear. He had gotten sick of her screaming on the way and had tied her limbs with it before stuffing a ripped piece of her shirt into her open mouth. The muffled noises were still annoying, however. He would not mourn her finally being forever silenced by the hunter.
Turning back towards the boy for only a moment he pointed at the girl. "Eat." He demanded before turning once more to flee out the window into the rotten stink of the dying city.
As he moved farther and farther from the two-story condo he heard the screams of the girl as the hunter obviously mutilated her. He must have caught the rag that had been keeping her quiet with one of his claws; it wasn't like those beasts were really aiming for anything in particular when they attacked.
Why would he be attracted to a beast?
Stepping a long leg through the opening of the second story window first, the rest of Grier's equally long body soon followed. The first sight that he picked up was the mess that had once been a young human female in the center of the room. The second was of the young hunter crouching in the corner wiping furiously at his hands with what looked to be an old rag. He had to raise his eyebrows at this.
When had a hunter ever cared about its appearance?
The minute the thought crossed his mind so too did another one. Something more on the devious side and that the hunter would almost definitely find unpleasant. Planting the same cocky grin he'd noticed himself using often, he decided that course of action was most definitely worth seeing through.
When he started moving forward on those long lower limbs of his, the boy seemed to shrink even more but made no move to flee. He just watched him with open apprehension and even flinched when Grier lowered his hand in assistance.
Smart boy.
"Com 'on brat, we're taking a shower." Grier ordered when the hunter made no move to accept the offered hand. He could feel the smile stretching his face start to take on a more wicked appearance.
"B-but…a s-shower? W-we?" Was what finally croaked out of the tiny runt's mouth.
"Yes we are taking a shower. Now get your ass up and to the shower or I'm going to drag it there." Grier practically snapped back at him as the smile left his face completely. At least he achieved getting the boy to make his decision quicker, though he did not use the offered hand when he suddenly stood.
The moment the hunter was standing, if not slightly hunched, in front of him the eye contact was broken. The boy lowered his head and seemed to be studying the ground between them. Grier knew that was virtually impossible seeing as the hunter's eyes would never again open. He had to have some form of vision however or else he would not be able to maneuver as well as he did.
Soon the boy started shifting his weight from one foot to the other, most likely as a nervous habit. It was really sort of adorable to watch. The boy looked like a forlorn child prepared for the chewing out of his life.
"Cute."
The word left Grier's mouth before he could stop it and he was grateful for the cough that accompanied it. It was rough enough that the hunter probably hadn't understood. It didn't seem as though it had but the fact that he even worded it caused him to turn away sharply and start heading for the door.
He didn't glance back once as he made the trip from one room to the next and then the bathroom beyond. He knew the layout perfectly and felt a sense of rightness being there. He could easily assume that the condo had been his in the previous life as well.
Once he entered the bathroom located in the master bedroom he started to undress before he sensed the hesitation in the hunter in the other room. What the hell, did he need to leash the damn thing for it to fully listen?
Slamming the shirt he'd removed from his body onto the linoleum floor he backtracked to the bedroom, glancing out first to see what the boy was doing.
Nothing. Not a damned thing but standing there staring at the room as if it would eat him.
Exiting the bathroom fully Grier leaned against the doorframe and glared at the boy.
"Are you going to stand there admiring the décor or are you going to get your ass over here to shower?" Grier hissed angrily at him. Enough was enough.
"Y-you're s-serious 'bout b-ba-bathing t-together?" Was the quick reply Grier got and he'd bet if it were possible the boy's face would have changed into a red as deep as the blood staining his claws and clothes. One clawed hand even reached up to pull the hoodie down further over his face in an attempt to hide the embarrassment that was plastered all over it.
Though the whole thing was cute, Grier was getting sick of the waiting and walked on silent predatory feet over to the little hunter. Only alerting him to his presence when he placed a hand on the humpy hunter's left shoulder.
No more Mister Nice-Guy.