I wanted to put these notes at the beginning so you read them before you got caught up in the dramaz! First, I wanted to thank you for reading my fic up to this point and putting up with the craziness of these characters and the extremely slow build. So, here is your Christmas/Hannukkah present from me! A chapter of nothing but smut and dramaz surrounding the smut! Thank you so much to everyone who has commented if I haven't responded! I do read every single one of them and thank you for the love! Now, enjoy!

"Daryl?" Shane blinked in the moonlight. He had awoken to the feeling of being watched. Rolling over, he saw the shadowy outline of a figure just outside his tent. With a hand poised on his knife, he weighed his options. It obviously wasn't a walker because it wasn't growling and trying to rip open the tent, so it must be a person from their camp otherwise Rick would have shot him or shouted. Slowly, he had unzipped the tentflap, revealing a rather awkward looking Daryl standing just outside of it. "Everything ok?" Daryl just gave a curt nod. Sucking in his lower lip in thought, Shane guessed that everything wasn't okay with the way the hunter just stood there awkwardly. "Want to come in?"

Daryl started to toe off his boots so Shane unzipped the tent the rest of the way, allowing the other man to enter. Once inside, Shane lay on his side, eyeing Daryl in the darkness as he lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Want to tell me what's wrong now?"

"Can I sleep here tonight?" The words were spoken so quietly that Shane wondered if he had made them up.

"Course you can. I warn ya though, I might try to snuggle with you," he joked, trying to lighten the mood slightly.

"Please?" Blue eyes searched out his, shining in the darkness.

Shane didn't have to be asked twice to pull the younger man into him, pushing Daryl's head to rest against his chest- the position he knew he liked. Stroking a hand up and down his back, he felt the taut body untense against him, relaxing into his warmth. "Want to tell me what's wrong now?"

Daryl sniffed, his words mumbled into Shane's chest. "Merle wants ya to let him stay."

It was hard to suppress the laugh. Shane thought he deserved an Academy Award for barely even cracking a smile. "I'll let Merle stay if you agree to stay."

"Can't leave. Done told you already."

"Yeah yeah. Ya ain't been liked by two people before and all that. But I'm serious. You can't go wandering off, especially not with your brother, alone. I don't trust that jackass." Shane's hand had become more aggressive in his administrations, pressing firmly against the muscles as it moved.

Daryl grunted, nuzzling into the older man. "You trust me?"

"Course I trust you. Ya ain't hit me with an arrow yet," he laughed.

Sitting up, Daryl grinned down at him, throwing a leg over Shane's hips and straddling him. "Nah. No arrows."

Shane grinned up at him, setting his hands on his hips. "You here cause-a you or for Merle?"

Leaning down to rest on his elbows, hovering just over luscious lips, Daryl smiled, thrusting his hips slightly. "Me." He was most certainly here for him. Not Merle. Never Merle, not anymore.

Shane's arms wrapped possessively around his back, bringing him down flat against him. "I don't want you to do something you don't want to do."

Daryl grunted and thrusted against him. "Does it feel like I don't want to do it?"

"Fuck, Daryl. Keep going like that." Shane met each thrust, arms still tight around Daryl's back as they moved together, lips claiming each other. Their tongues met in a wicked duel as their thrusting became more aggressive. Shane's hands tugged and pulled on the back of Daryl's plaid shirt. "I wanna…"

Daryl just nodded, sliding off the other man to undo his pants. Shane ripped down his sleep pants, pulling his undershirt over his head before the other man even undid his zipper. Daryl's hands trembled as his fingers tried to work the button of his pants. Strong, tanned hands enclosed his, helping stop the motion. "Are you ok?"

Daryl nodded, a crimson blush rising to his cheeks. "Just ain't never… you know… intended to enjoy it. Don't know how to be."

Shane smiled softly, lifting the other's chin and kissing his lips softly. "I will be very disappointed if you don't enjoy it."

Daryl snorted, turning his head to the side, avoiding Shane's intense gaze. "No promises."

Hands confidently found their way to Daryl's button and zipper, quickly ridding him of the garment. "Oh I make promises. I'm going to have you screaming my name in this camp, Daryl Dixon."

Briefly, the image of Rick watching him go into Shane's tent flashed through Daryl's mind. The look of confusion turning to betrayal on the other man's face was going to haunt him tonight, but he swore in his heart that he would make it up to him. Shane was just a… fuck he didn't know what Shane was to him. He'd been saying all the right things, trying to draw him out, getting in actual fights that he knew were about him. Tenderly, Daryl reached up, brushing a thumb over the deep purple of Shane's black eye. "Ya didn't have to fight for me, ya know. I can handle my own."

Shane shrugged, as he worked Daryl onto his back, pulling his pants and boxers all the way off his feet. His hands danced along the buttons on the plaid shirt, making quick work of undoing them. "I know you can fight for yourself, but I also know that no brother should say the shit he was saying about his little brother." Pushing open the last layer of cotton separating their naked bodies, Daryl's hands stopped him.

"On… This stays on." His voice was firm, no indication of hesitancy whatsoever.

"I've seen you naked. You're beautiful." Hands stroked over the abused skin. "Every inch of you."

"Oh fuckin' hell, man. It just stays on, okay? Ya got any, um…"

"Lube? Nah, but I got lotion."

Daryl nodded, running his hands up and down Shane's strong arms, holding the other man up above him. "That will work I think." Reaching into the pocket of one of his bags, Shane pulled out a small bottle of pink, girly lotion. Daryl snatched the bottle out of his hand, looking at the label, squinting to read it in the dark. "Fucking plumeria?"

"You're gonna smell like flowers." Shane tried not to laugh. He really did.

"Asshole."

"Yeah, that's where it's going."

Daryl rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well then your dick is going to smell like flowers."

"That's all right. I'll take it." He leaned down brushing his lips over a protruding collarbone. The exposed skin held a stark coloring contrast from the rest of his lover's body. His chest was a ghostly white in comparison to the arms and hands flexing on his forearms as his mouth dipped lower. Shane flicked his tongue over a nipple, feeling it perk as Daryl arched into him.

His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides as Shane's tongue continued to torture him, dancing from one nipple to the next, teasing and nipping with his teeth. "Breathe, baby. I don't need you passing out on me," he muttered, interlacing their fingers with one hand while taking Daryl's other hand and placing it on the back of his head. Daryl let loose a long thin stream of air as his hand flexed on the stubble of Shane's head. "Don't tell me ya ain't done this before."

Daryl shifted uncomfortably underneath him, trying to push the other man off of him. "Ain't here to be laughed at."

"Not laughing at you, just kinda notice you're a little uncomfortable is all. Don't want ya to be uncomfortable, just feel." He smiled up at him now that he settled back down into the blankets. Shane kissed his way down the flat stomach to the nearly too-thin hips. He figured he needed to get this show on the road before Daryl bolted back out of his tent. Licking a solid line up the underside of the hard cock before him caused Daryl's back to arch beautifully as he sucked in a deep breath. "Remember what I said about breathing…," he chided. "Now open your legs and hand me that lotion by your head."

Daryl flipped him off but did as instructed, passing the lotion down. The feel of fingers against his hole was something he had gotten used to. He knew how that part went and how to not tense at the first press into him, but what he wasn't used to was the care that went into it. This whole foreplay thing was something he had sorely missed out on and holy shit why wasn't he in this tent earlier. Shane's head bobbed on his cock with a delicious suction going as cool fingers pressed into him. In a matter of seconds it felt like, Daryl felt his balls tense. Shoving Shane's head off his cock, he grunted, "Fuck, I'm ready, I'm ready. If ya don't do it now it ain't happening. Jesus fuck."

Shane grinned brightly above him. "You almost came."

"Fuck off. Just.. give me a second." He grunted, thinking of walkers' rotting bodies and Merle in ladies underwear to try to calm himself down but not much was helping as Shane settled his body over his own, thrusting his cock once over Daryl's before nestling it between his cheeks. "Like this?!" he grunted again, spreading his legs wider.

Shane took his legs, wrapping them around his waist. "Yeah, why not?"

"Ain't never, uh… face to face before." Fuck this was so awkward.

"Don't want ya to think you're fucking anyone but me." With a gentle press, Daryl felt Shane inside, slowly filling him inch by inch and yes, oh yes, this was a feeling he knew, but it was so much better. When he was seated comfortably inside, Shane leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, whispering, "Tell me when."

Daryl flexed his sphincter muscle, causing Shane's head to drop down to his chest and a litany of curses to emit from his mouth. "Ready," he snorted.

"Fuck, don't do that."

"What? This?" He flexed harder this time, making sure to squeeze with his legs a little for added emphasis.

"I swear to God, Dixon. I will blue ball you if you make me blow my load early." And just for that, Shane thrusted hard, making his lover's body move two inches up on the blanket.

"Oh fucking hell. You won't blue ball me. You love being balls deep in my ass," Daryl grunted back, thrusting back against him.

"Shit, you get mouthy in bed don't you. Need to shut that mouth up later." Shane started a hard, pounding rhythm, slamming their hips together as Daryl rolled his hips down, hands clinging at the strong arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Fuck yeah I get mouthy. Holy shit." Words jumbled in his head as they moved. His body tensed with each thrust, pulling at Shane to get impossibly closer until they were chest to chest, breathing each other's humid air and wiping sweat off the other's forehead. This was the part he was familiar with, but not nearly this close; not this intimate. All of Merle's friends just bent him over whatever the closest flat surface was. Most didn't even care if he was all the way prepped so he had started prepping himself before meeting them. But this... Daryl leaned forward, claiming Shane's mouth with his, losing himself in the ferocity of the kiss. Shane's hands on his hips yanked him down hard several times before stilling.

Daryl's head fell back against the blankets, body arching as he let himself go, feeling the hot strings of cum coat his insides as his own streaked across his abdomen. Coming down from his high, he heard through the haze, "Fuck you're beautiful."

He felt Shane pull out only to be replaced by something soft wiping at his entrance and around his thighs then up across his stomach and chest. "I should go back," he mumbled, but Shane was there, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into his chest.

"No. Stay here tonight. I don't care what anyone says about you comin' out of my tent in the morning."

That thought hadn't crossed Daryl's mind. Merle would see it. He would think this had been about him. At first, it might have been, but what it had turned into… He wouldn't let the thought of Merle tarnish that. This time had been different. It was about him, not his dumbass brother. He had wanted Shane, but he couldn't stay here. He couldn't let Merle think this had been about him. Merle couldn't know or he'd be an impossible smug asshole, even moreso than he was now.

Daryl waited until Shane's breaths had been even for awhile before slinking out of the tent, only half dressed. He knew another pair of eyes would be on him as soon as he stepped out, but he wasn't as worried about those.

Rick stepped down off the top of the trailer when he saw the zipper of Shane's tent being pulled down. A million thoughts ran through his head. He was 90% sure he knew exactly what had gone on in that tent, but he wanted to know. Once he saw the moonlight reflecting off the pale skin of Daryl's bare chest, he knew, stopping him in his tracks.

Daryl saw him. Of course he saw him. He knew exactly where Rick was at all times. This was his role and he was damn good at it. He knew every move to make with someone who was hunting him and he wanted to be caught. Striding confidently over to Rick, standing still between the tents and the trees, Daryl stopped in front of him, dropping his shirt and his boots. No need to pretend at this point and hide his scars anymore. The world knew what he was now.

He nodded at Rick, who nodded back at him. They stood staring at each other for what felt like a lifetime before Daryl just pulled Rick's shirt, making the other man crash against him. He claimed his mouth as they fell together, Rick throwing his anger and jealousy all into that kiss. His mouth dominated Daryl, claiming him as his own. He could taste Shane on his lips, smell him on his flesh and that kicked something in him into overdrive. With a solid grunt, he pushed them backwards, pressing Daryl up against a tree. Hands immediately went to his belt and pants, dropping both of those, leaving the hunter bare. It only took seconds for him to get his own pants loosened enough to pull his hard cock out, pulling up one of Daryl's legs and securing it around his waist. It was trickier to align himself with someone that was about his height, but with some twisting, he was able to slide in and immediately knew his suspicions had been right. But no, this was wrong. So wrong. Pulling up Daryl's other leg, he wrapped them securely around his waist, leaning his back against the tree.

No words were exchanged between them throughout the whole encounter. The intent was clear in Rick's actions. He was claiming Daryl, fucking into him roughly in the middle of camp against a tree. Quiet grunts escaped his mouth as his hands held Daryl's ass apart, practically feeling his cock slamming into the tight hole.

Daryl didn't complain. His own arms were wrapped tight around Rick's shoulders, hands clasping and tearing at his skin. He wished he could scream because holy fuck, but he knew better. If anyone found them like this it would be over entirely. In a final showing of dominance, Rick licked at Daryl's sweat slick neck before biting down hard, leaving teeth marks in his wake that he knew would bruise nicely by morning. They both came in a sweaty, sticky embrace, lips and tongues abusing each other as Rick's shirt was soiled between them.

In an instant it was over. Daryl was sliding down off of Rick's hips, trying to find and maintain his footing as Rick righted himself, shoving his spent cock back in his pants and shucking his shirt to add to the laundry pile. He was certain that this was something he wanted to wash himself. Or hell, make Lori do it.

Daryl rested against the tree, allowing Rick to help him pull his pants back up. The other man even went and picked up his shirt and boots, handing them back to him. Daryl watched him as he still tried to catch his breath, his legs not quite ready to try to walk yet. He saw it the moment it flashed in Rick's eyes. Guilt. "Don't."

"Daryl, I-"

Daryl lurched forward, pulling Rick against him and kissed him hard. "I said don't. Just don't tell my brother. 'Bout either of you."

Rick nodded, wrapping his arms around the other man. "I'm still sorry. That was too rough. Shit I've never…"

Daryl rolled his eyes, finally able to really pull himself back together. "I ain't Lori, Rick. I ain't gonna break. Fuck you think that was too rough? You ain't shit. Now get back on watch. Try not to fall asleep until T-Dawg comes to relieve you." He had to admit, it hurt to walk. It wasn't the roughest night he had ever had, but it was damn close. He wasn't about to tell Rick that though and give the man something else to worry about.

No.

But Daryl did wonder how Rick was going to handle Shane the next day and his brother was always a variable in any unstable equation. As he made his way back to his tent across the compound, a flash caught his eye. Looking over, he saw Andrea sitting on the picnic bench, eating something out of a tin can. When she saw that he noticed her, she set the can down and stood up, clapping at him silently and motioning in Rick's direction with her chin.

Fuck.