A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I got this chapter to my BETA a little late and I haven't heard back from her yet. Since it's already a week later I figured I'd just post and hope for the best! Hope you don't mind the mistakes. When she eventually gets back to me I may replace the chapter if there are any major changes. Also, since I made you wait and I feel like not a whole lot happens this chapter I'll have ch 8 up tonight or tomorrow. I'm sick so I have nothing to do but read, write, and watch movies. Thank you to everyone who continues to read and review. I like to get back to everyone personally so if I missed you let me know. I recently posted a lot of stuff so my email has kind of been hectic and I could have passed someone up on accident. Wow. Long A/N! Sorry! Now enjoy. Oh wait. WARNING. Sexy times in this chapter...but since one of my stories got taken down because someone reported me for inappropriate material the sex has been taken out. This chapter, along with everything else I've written (unedited) is in the process of being added to my livejournal account. It will be up within the hour. My name is the same on there as it is on here, and there is a link on my profile page.
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Chapter Seven
Glenn swore his heart stopped when the words left Merle's mouth. He knows.
"You hear me zipper head or do yer ears not work? I know what you an' my brother are doin' 'hind my back and I sure don't appreciate it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Glenn lied through his teeth even though he knew Merle wouldn't buy it.
"You people all think I'm dumb as rocks but I see shit, I see the way he looks at you. Merle's no fool."
"I don't think you're stupid." Glenn felt like he couldn't breathe.
"I'm gonna need you to start tellin' me the truth 'fore things get ugly, ya hear? My baby brother may be fuckin' you but I won't hesitate to bust up that purtty face of yers." Glenn had to resist the urge to tell Merle that he was often the one fucking Daryl but Merle's hand lingering close to his handgun didn't go unnoticed.
"How'd you know?" Glenn asked after he couldn't find any other way out of the situation.
"Like I said, you gook, I see shit. Ol' Merle ain't dumb." The older man sat up a bit straighter. "Now here's the deal. Yer gonna pretend like this conversation never happened."
"What-why?" Glenn regretted asking when Merle's hand shot out and grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him practically halfway across the table.
"You don't get to ask questions you jus' get to listen and do what I tell ya." When Glenn nodded furiously Merle pushed the other man back in his seat. "When we get off this damn RV you act like we never had this chat, you understand? If I even think you told anyone I'll kill ya."
Glenn could do nothing but nod his head and agree.
Daryl was extremely happy when they finally stopped for the night. He loved the bike but too long on it and the vibrations made his whole body tingle uncomfortable. As he swung his leg over to stand on the concrete of the road he felt his groin pull slightly and had to stretch, sad to realize his muscles weren't as limber because it had been so long since he and Glenn had had sex. Merle was really putting a kink in his normal routine. The RV stopped a few feet behind him and was pleased to see Glenn and Dale exiting in one piece, Merle following last looking more relaxed than he had since they found him. He saw Glenn briefly hunch his shoulders in on himself when Merle brushed by him but couldn't think anything more of it as Merle punched him in the shoulder.
"You enjoying my bike, boy?" The eldest Dixon asked eyeing the motorcycle longingly.
"Always do, Merle. Been takin' good care a it." Daryl patted the seat cushion almost lovingly.
"That's my boy. Now how bout you set that tent of yers up so I can go to sleep." Merle walked off into the small gathering of trees and left Daryl to take care of things himself.
"Does your brother always sound like a sheep when he orgasms?" Glenn's voice was close to his ear and he whipped around to see a smiling, but pale, Glenn.
"What're you talkin' 'bout?" Daryl hefted his crossbow on his shoulder.
"Merle. He decided to have a little solo session in the bathroom. I swear he sounded like a dying sheep when he came."
"Yer crazy, Chinaman." But Daryl couldn't help but laugh because Glenn's smile was infectious.
Cautiously he looked around before dragging Glenn around to the other side of the RV, leaning against the side and pulling Glenn flush up against his body. He felt Glenn practically melt until their fronts were molded together, Daryl's legs spread so Glenn could easily stand between them. His hands found purchase on Glenn's hips as one of Glenn's tangled in his hair, the other cupped around his face. Their mouths touched gently and Daryl let out a soft, content breath through his nose. They stayed that way for a long moment, all gentle touches and almost shy tongues until Glenn pushed up against him roughly, hand snaking up Daryl's shirt to take a strong hold on his ribs. Daryl's hands went to the small of Glenn's back to push him impossibly closer to his body and the noise Glenn made in the back of his throat made him throw his head back and gasp for breath.
"I love you." Glenn breathed onto his neck, lips and tongue and teeth gliding across the skin there. "Fuck, I love you." Daryl closed his eyes while Glenn proceeded to kiss his way along his jawline to his mouth before pulling him in for another deep kiss. He thinks he said 'I love you' in returned but when Glenn bit his bottom lip Daryl's brain stopped working.
"Sorry, sorry!" Someone was saying to his right and Glenn pulled away so fast the Asian man tripped over his feet and almost fell. Daryl growled low and tried to calm his erection.
"What the fuck you want, old man?" He asked none too kindly and cupped himself through his pants. Dale had the decency to blush.
"The others wanted to know if you were going out hunting. I didn't mean to-interrupt."
"Jesus." Daryl gave his hand one more squeeze before letting go, looking at Glenn who was gazing smugly back at him. "You people can't do shit fer yourselves can ya?" Daryl was trying to sound mean but Dale but smiled fondly at him and walked away. He was losing his touch.
"I'll set up your tent if you promise to bring back anything other than squirrel." Glenn's cheeks were still slightly red and Daryl wanted nothing more than to stay exactly where he was instead of going hunting.
"Yeah well, daylights almos' gone. Not sure why we didn't stop sooner if they wanted me to go get em some food. Probably won't get much tonight."
"Just…" Glenn trailed off and walked close to Daryl, lips hovering over his own. "Promise you'll try. We can finish this later." And then he walked away leaving Daryl flustered and messy haired desperately wishing he wasn't the only one who knew how to hunt.
About an hour after sundown Daryl wandered back to camp and everyone was already gathered tightly around the campfire. He stopped short when he saw Merle and Glenn sitting too close together, their elbows touching. Glenn kept looking at Merle out of the corner of his eye and Merle would occasionally move his arm so their elbows knocked together. Daryl's eyes narrowed as he took in the scene but his staring was cut short when Carl yelled his name and ran to his side, Daryl's buck knife hanging from the kid's belt.
"You're back!" Carl said happily practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. Daryl just nodded unsure of how to communicate with a child. Carl seemed to like him just fine but Daryl often found himself wondering why.
"Yup. Got us some rabbit." Daryl held up the string of rabbits in front of Carl's face expecting the boy to cringe or shy away but instead Carl's mouth opened in wonder.
"Wow! Cool!"
"Hey brother! Get yer ass over here so we can get those cleaned up. I'm hungry!" Merle's voice made Carl's face drop and he walked back to his mother with one last glance at Daryl.
"Calm the fuck down, Merle, I'm comin'." Daryl walked towards the fire still eying Glenna and Merle. The Asian man was looking at Daryl with what he probably thought was happiness but Daryl saw the nervous way Glenn was playing with his fingers. Daryl threw the rabbits in Merle's face before going to his tent to clean up.
Even with one hand Merle was quick with the rabbits; when Daryl exited the tent with clean hands and a new shirt Carol already had the meat over the fire and the others were watching the process with drooling mouths. He sat next to Merle even though he would love to be next to Glenn and soon he and his brother were in an in-depth conversation about a woman Merle used to fuck. Merle was making obscene gestures and explaining their sex life in vivid detail.
"Now you, baby brother, I never did meet any of yer ladies." Merle had calmed down and his laughter was gone.
"Never wanted you to scare 'em off, Merle." Daryl explained, eating the last of his dinner. The others were listening intently and the air seemed too heavy all of a sudden.
"Remember that one time I broke that fella's nose when he grabbed yer ass?" Merle's eyes were glassy again and Daryl hoped he would pass out before he did something stupid. Drugs always made Merle crazy. Daryl could see Glenn straining his neck to look at him.
"Yeah." Daryl was uncomfortable and pulled a button loose on his shirt.
"The funny thing 'bout that whole night was you didn' seem to mind when he bought you that drink. Makes me wonder." Merle seemed to ponder over things. "I'll ask you again, son; you a little faggot? You know what us Dixons do to queers." Everyone jumped back when Merle whipped the handgun out of his waistband and held it nonchalantly under Daryl's chin.
"You best get that thing away from me," Daryl said through clenched teeth.
"You 'member what happened to Buck from down the street, dontcha?" Merle nudged Daryl's chin with the barrel of the gun. "Uncle Chester took good care of him." Daryl did remember what happened to Buck from down the street, which is why he had never said anything about his preferences.
"Mere, get that gun outta my face 'fore I gut you." Daryl wasn't going to play this game. Merle pulled the gun away and started laughing loudly and patted him on the back.
"I'm just fuckin' with you, brother. I know you aint no queer. Now how 'bout we go to sleep?"
"I think I'm gonna stay up a while longer. Got watch later but I'm not tired." Daryl didn't watch Merle walk away. It was then that he noticed everyone staring at him. "What the fuck you people lookin' at?"
"Holy shit, dude!" Glenn exclaimed scooting closer. "I thought he was going to shoot you!"
"Merle ain't gonna shoot me." But Daryl doubted his own words, just a little. You never know with Merle Dixon.
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