There was no fight. Just Daryl's fist falling again and again into Shane's jaw, the impact of each punch so strong and furious that his knuckles split and blood stained Shane's battered face. He didn't utter a sound but it didn't matter for his gaze was enough to portray all the anger and turmoil that had clouded together within him. And now it was all breaking like a thunderhead giving way to a monstrous storm.

Daryl saw crimson, not his blood, but everything around appeared to be stained in red, the table, the floor, the walls, the broken glass even Glenn who stared on with moist eyes. The eyes of a cornered doe.

His fist came in contact with Shane's face once more and then Daryl released Shane's drunken, beaten body, ignoring the blood that bubbled up from the others nose and lip. He turned his attention to Glenn.

Wiping his stinging knuckles on his pant leg Daryl reached out and was surprised, though he shouldn't have been, as Glenn eagerly came to him, falling into strong arms. Slim fingers gripped Daryl's shoulders tightly and he heard the soft sound of Glenn sobbing. Holding Glenn tight Daryl meshed their bodies together and breathed in the Asian's usual fresh, inviting scent.

"It's okay," he murmured, "you're alright, I got you."

He felt Glenn nod and then without another word he led Glenn away from Shane's unconscious form. Daryl brought him to their shared room and eagerly took a seat on one of the couches. Glenn followed, joining him on the soft cushions. He was still clinging to Daryl and thankfully the other was still holding him, his arms wrapped around Glenn's slender waist, a thumb brushing against his skin from beneath the folds of the bathrobe he had chosen. He sighed contently into Daryl's shoulder and wondered what would happen when the others found Shane in the wrecked state Daryl had left him. The worst possibly outcome Glenn could come up with was Daryl being banished from the group. And even that seemed too cruel a fate, even for Daryl.

A whimper escaped him at the thought and Glenn buried his face further into Daryl's shirt, trying to conceal his fear at the mere idea of watching Daryl disappear into the distance with only his crossbow and perhaps the hope that he'd find another group of survivors. Glenn sniffled and hicupped back another sob as Daryl's hand gently massaged his shoulders, comforting him. If it came to that Glenn decided he would abandon the group willingly and carry on with Daryl. There was no way he was letting Daryl venture off alone, besides, Shane wasn't dead.

Leaning back Glenn gently brought Daryl's injured hand between them and studied it with puffy but calculating eyes.

"It might get infected," he said after the silence became unbearable.

Daryl offered him a crooked smile before patting Glenn's thigh with his free hand.

"Yeah," he replied and half lifted Glenn up as he stood himself. Pounding Shane's face in had sobered him up from the alcohol he had been drinking earlier. "Gotta clean it."

He strode to the door and shut it, locking it before turning to the bathroom. He ran the water until it was hot then dipped one of the sink side cloths in the water and proceeding to rinse off his split knuckles. Daryl hissed as the water sent waves of pain up his arm and growled when he washed the wounds with crappy scented hand soap.

From the bathroom doorway Glenn observed Daryl, his arms tightly wrapped around himself, his shoulders still trembling. He was afraid. Afraid of what might happen to Daryl, to him, when the others found out what happened. Would they condemn Daryl and turn a blind eye to Shane's intentions? Or would they understand? Glenn sighed loudly and Daryl turned upon hearing him.

"How are you?" He asked and Glenn offered a forced smile. At least he hadn't asked him if he was okay.

"I'm fine, shaken up, scared of what will happen now, but fine," Glenn murmured and suddenly Daryl had dried his injured hands on a towel and was standing before him, blue eyes staring into his.

"Are you sure?"

Glenn nodded and averted his gaze, sometimes Daryl's eyes were too intense.

"You don't want to talk about it? Tell me what happened before I walked in?" Daryl pressed ever so slightly. "I understand if you don't." He quickly added in.

Small shoulders shrugged.

"To tell the truth, I'm not sure what happened myself. One minute I was wishing Carol and the kids goodnight and the next Shane was lecturing me on you."

Daryl raised an eyebrow. "What did he say?"

"That you are a piece of shit," Glenn said.

"What else did he say?"

Glenn shifted uncomfortably. "That was as far as that conversation went before he attacked me and started asking me why I was fighting him when he claimed to know that I wanted him instead of you..." He trailed off awkwardly, his eyes downcast.

"Well do you?" Daryl asked bluntly and Glenn's head shot up, his brown eyes wide, shocked and very much appalled.

"Of course not!" He cried, "How could you even ask that? After he tried to rape me." The word was uttered quietly but the damage had already been done.

Turning away from Daryl, Glenn walked toward the couch he had selected for his own, his eyes started to water as Daryl's words echoed within his head. Well do you? How could Daryl say that. As he reached the couch he was about to sit down when a calloused hand grabbed his wrist.

"I didn't mean it that way," Glenn heard Daryl say.

"It doesn't matter, you said it regardless."

"I'm sorry," Daryl murmured and despite Glenn trying to pull his wrist away Daryl held on and tugged back, pulling Glenn to him. "I didn't mean to offend, it was an innocent question, a stupid one, but innocent."

Glenn, now facing Daryl, sighed. Who ever knew the end of the world would all come down to this. Him fighting with a man he had only known for a few weeks. A man he felt attached to. One that had pushed him past his boundaries and far beyond and yet still he felt something spark between them.

He stepped toward Daryl and was pleased when assuring arms wrapped around him. He nuzzled his face into Daryl's shoulder.

"I know it was nothing," he murmured tiredly. "I'm sorry."

He felt Daryl chuckle, a deep rumbling in the others chest, and smiled.

"There's no need to be sorry," Daryl replied quietly as he bowed his head.

The moment their lips touched Glenn felt all his fear drain away. There was no Shane. No Walkers. No ravaged world. Just them in their shared room, mingled in each others embrace, the surrounding air becoming thick with their need as Daryl's tongue invaded Glenn's mouth.

Their kissing was frantic, a needy dance of the tongue and Glenn allowed himself a small smile as he was pressed onto Daryl's couch. The cushions were plush and almost, but not quite, as comfortable as the hard body covering him. He arched up, his lips hungrily working at Daryl's, their tongues lapping at each other through gums and teeth. Daryl's arms, still wrapped around him, suddenly slid free and Glenn gasped as rough, warm hands found purchase beneath his bathrobe.

He writhed, breaking their kiss as skilled fingers caressed his hip, inner thigh and the growing bulge nestled in the fork of his legs. They were teasing touches between his legs, the kind that pushed past just friendly caresses, the tickle on hardening flesh. Glenn moaned. It was wonderful. Daryl chuckled, a comforting sound, and Glenn threw his head back as the hicks fingers dipped past the elastic waist of his boxers. Warm fingers forged a path over twitching skin and Glenn felt searching digits curl around his arousal.

"Daryl," he breathed, his voice raising slightly.

"Yeah?" Daryl replied.

The fingers around Glenn tightened. Glenn felt his face heat.

"What if they hear?" Glenn asked as deft fingers drew a soft moan from him.

Daryl snorted.

"They're all drunk-"

"Not all of them!" Glenn interrupted. "The kids, Carol, Dale—one of them might hear."

"Stop worrying, nobody will hear."

Glenn let out a lung full of air. Daryl was right. Nobody would hear, everyone was sleeping. He hissed as Daryl's thumb glided over the head of his cock. Besides, he had waited this long—Daryl squeezed—and he wasn't going to wait any longer.

This wasn't anything like the tent, Glenn decided when Daryl released his arousal and crawled up his body. Nothing at all, as Daryl's lips decided upon his own. Totally different, when Daryl peeled his bathrobe away and slid his boxers down his legs. Glenn grinned and twisted beneath the hick, a playful laugh making itself known as the silky undergarments were thrown to the floor.

Glenn reached up, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush as he tugged at Daryl's shirt, his hands trailing down the others chest until his fingers hooked into the others jeans. His meaning was clear.

Daryl offered Glenn a knowing smirk before he pulled his shirt off then began unbuttoning and zipping his jeans. Both articles of clothing fell to the floor discarded and Glenn almost snorted at Daryl.

"I should've known commando was your thing," he said, his eyes traveling down to the hicks twitching arousal.

"Heh, shut up," Daryl growled and Glenn gasped as Daryl leaned down and claimed his lips.

The kiss was a farce of their earlier ones. It was mad, hungry and demanding and Glenn yielded to Daryl's natural dominance. Teeth nibbled at his bottom lip and suddenly hands were on him, feeling up his sides, pushing him further up the couch, positioning him. Glenn blinked, his oak eyes finding Daryl's stormy blues despite the frenzied need that seemed to crackle like electricity in the air. For a second they just stared at each other and then Daryl resumed the kiss, a gentler version of it as his hands went back into action.

Calloused palms pressed his thighs open and Glenn covered his face with his hands. This was what it felt like to give complete and utter control to another. It scared him, but excited him at the same time. To know that he was offering everything to Daryl was both unnerving and pleasing to him.

"Is this too much?" Daryl's voice broke through the thoughts swirling within his head. "Should I stop?"

"No, don't stop," Glenn murmured, his voice soft, vulnerable. "I'm just... well it's—embarrassing."

Daryl smiled and although Glenn couldn't see it he knew the expression warmed the others face.

"Don't be embarrassed," Daryl replied, "there is nothing to be embarrassed about. You're beautiful."

He ran the tip of his finger along the length of Glenn's arousal as if to prove his words.

Glenn squirmed at Daryl's touch. Uncovering his face he reached down and grasped Daryl's hand before bringing it to his face. Gently he kissed the hicks swollen knuckles.

"It's strange how these hands can be so cruel and loving at the same time," he uttered before releasing Daryl. "Same thing applies to the person behind the hands."

He smiled at Daryl's questioning look.

"One minute you are beating Shane's face in," he wiggled his hips, "and the next you are calling me beautiful."

"What can I say?" Daryl asked as he rubbed his cock against the slightly fuzzed sac that dangled beneath Glenn's member. "My fists are bi-polar."

Laughing, Glenn smiled and shifted against Daryl, allowing the hick's arousal to rub against his ass.

"Enough teasing," Glenn demanded and shot a pointed look at his own weepy member, pre cum coated the tip and dribbled out onto his stomach.

Daryl nodded then faltered. He had no lotion or lubrication. He could use some of the crappy hand soap from the bathroom but that'd just make a mess. He looked to Glenn, all spread out, waiting for him, big brown eyes watching him expectantly, nervously.

"I'm guessing this is your first time?" Daryl asked, breaking the silence.

Glenn shifted, "With a man, yes."

Nodding, Daryl spat onto his fingers, coating them with saliva. He knew it wasn't going to help much, but it was better than nothing. Reaching down he grasped Glenn's cock in his free hand and began to stroke it as he prodded the puckered ring of muscle that laid hidden between Glenn's ass checks with a curious finger.

Glenn's breath hitched. He resisted the urge to move away from the finger that was slowly pressing its way in. His eyes found Daryl's face and he bit his lip, tensing as Daryl's digit pressed fully in. It was uncomfortable, a sort of nagging annoyance that didn't necessarily hurt just felt strange.

"You okay?" Daryl asked and Glenn forced a smile.

"Yeah, I'm good, keep going," he murmured and twitched as Daryl caressed his arousal.

"Are you sure?" Daryl insisted, and upon seeing Glenn nod, added a second finger. It was tight, and warm and wet from his saliva within Glenn and Daryl licked his lips. His fingers buried deep within the asian was driving him mad. It took all his strength not to take Glenn then and there.

He let out a heavy sigh and soon two digits turned to three and he pulled his hand back. Glancing down, Daryl was pleased to see Glenn's raging erection still standing proud, still leaking.

Covering his hand in saliva he reached down and coated his cock with it. It was hardly lubrication but Glenn would thank him in the end. Shuffling forward Daryl nestled his hips against Glenn's. He leaned over the other, positioning himself as he did so.

"You ready?"

Not trusting his voice Glenn nodded.

There was a odd probing, much like Daryl's fingers yet nothing like them. The same pressure he felt earlier made itself known and suddenly his body was giving way to Daryl's. It wasn't a sweet pain. In fact there was nothing sweet about it.

He groaned as Daryl sunk within him and tried to ignore the pain that was cutting at his core. His arousal softened as he bit his lip, only just holding back tears. Wasn't sex suppose to be pleasurable. Wasn't sex suppose to be the intimate joining of two bodies. Daryl came to a halt and Glenn let out a broken sob.

"Glenn?" Daryl asked hesitantly. "Oh, fuck, I hurt you." He exclaimed quietly, self loathing painting the tone of his voice.

Glenn shook his head, a lone tear finding its way down his cheek.

Daryl swore violently. Glenn saw the rage that had consumed the hick earlier engulf his rough face. He reached up, cupping Daryl's cheek with one hand, guiding his face down.

"Don't," he whispered, stifling another sob. He felt as though he had been torn in half. "Don't get angry, it's okay, I'm okay, it just... it stings."

Daryl leaned into his touch, blue eyes fixed to his browns, worry echoing within their depths.

"I can see the pain on your face," Daryl replied flatly. "I can stop, I should stop."

He began to pull away but Glenn shook his head.

"Don't you dare," he growled. "We've gotten this far, you are not stopping now. Just... just move."

The hick stared down at Glenn, surprised by the asians demanding words. He offered the other a smile. Leaning down he kissed Glenn then began a painfully slow pace. Glenn gasped as Daryl's hips nestled against his ass. He felt the teasing twitch of the organ buried within him and shut his eyes. He could do this.

It was awkward at first, Daryl being far too careful, Glenn's hands fisted in the couch and then suddenly they were moving in unison, their bodies fitting like puzzle pieces. It was perfection, pure and utter bliss being squeezed by tight muscles. Daryl groaned as he thrust deep, his balls tightening as he felt his pleasure pooling in his stomach. Glenn's chest heaved as he met Daryl's thrust.

There was still pain but something else, beneath it, something sweet and warm and horribly satisfying that shot through him like one of Daryl's arrows with each movement. His face heated and he slapped a hand over his mouth as he realized he was about to explode. Glenn whimpered through his fingers. It was a pitiful sound, high and hitching, laced with so much need that it took Daryl by surprise.

Then Glenn was reaching up, grasping his arms and pulling him down. Their lips crashed together and it was a tooth and tongue war between the two as Daryl sped up. Glenn cried into the kiss, moaning and gasping, now not caring if anyone heard them.

Parting from the kiss, Glenn smiled.

"I'm so close," he murmured, panting. He was so hot, too hot. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, or maybe it was Daryl's. He couldn't tell.

Daryl nodded and reached between them. He grasped Glenn's arousal, stroking it with a firm fist as he continued to press within the asian. A few seconds went by and then Glenn tensed. He cried out and Daryl almost doubled over onto the other as his member was squeezed by the unbearably hot muscles surrounding it. Everything happened so fast. One minute he had been stroking Glenn and the next the small asian was coming in his hand and contracting around him.

He groaned as he, in turn, came squirting his seed within Glenn, coating the walls of the slick cavern with his essence. Daryl panted as he lifted his hand, wiping away sweat and doing something he would never had done before.

He brought his hand to his lips and licked the semen off his fingers. It was slightly salty and a little strange but it was Glenn.

Glenn scowled, "That's disgusting," he said sounding tired and still trying to catch his breath.

Daryl shrugged and grimaced at Glenn's facial expression as he pulled out.

"You're going to be sore in the morning," he said as he laid down on the couch beside the other.

"You're going to be in trouble in the morning," Glenn countered, referring to Shane.

Daryl snorted. "We'll see about that," he replied, "last time I checked there was nothing against self defence, or helping someone in need."

"I guess not," Glenn sighed, "but it's not going to look good to them. You've already got a bad name because of Merle, not to mention you haven't been all sugar and candy sweet to them."

Daryl chuckled and curled an arm around Glenn's waist. He pulled the other close. Burying his face in Glenn's dark hair he inhaled a deep breath.

"I don't give two shits for any of them, or what they think of me," he murmured and shut his eyes. "I'll tell them what that son of a bitch did, and if they don't acknowledge it then there will be some hell to pay."

Glenn shook his head and shifted allowing Daryl to lay comfortably. He lay half on top of the hick, his head on Daryl's chest. He could hear the steady beat of Daryl's heart, it was a comforting sound. He shut his eyes and exhaled softly as calloused hands began to stroke his back.

"Thank you," Glenn whispered and nuzzled closer to Daryl as the other pulled what felt like a scratchy wool blanket, that must have been perched on the edge of the couch, over them both.

Daryl squeezed Glenn in reply. There was no need to be thankful. He had done what anyone else would've done. Yawning he trailed a hand up to Glenn's hair where he gently massaged the asians scalp.

It was only a few minutes before Glenn succumbed to sleep and Daryl smiled to himself as he stared at the beautiful creature sleeping on top of him. He shut his eyes—

—and opened them in what felt like a second later to the sound of someone kicking the door and yelling.

xx.

a/n: I can't even express the trouble I had with this chapter. I rewrote it over five times, each slightly different and each just as unappealing to me as the other. And then there is the whole "I haven't updated this story for a million years", I'm very sorry for the wait. I want to thank everyone who reviewed, thank you so much, you guys are the reason this story still lives 3

I've profread this many times over but i'm blind to my own mistakes/errors so please ignore them, but please don't write to me about them.

Oh and thank you to whoever refreshed my memory and informed me that daryl drives a truck and not the jeep (ironically Shane drives that haha). That was a silly error of mine, and there are bound to be many more where that came from.

Now... onto the next chapter. If anyone has any idea where this should go please feel free to give me a PM! I'd love to hear your ideas as my brain is currently DEAD.

Anyway, ONWARD~