The next morning Chase woke and got dressed in casual clothes, he could hear voices out in the apartment. Don-E and Karl were watching the news on the couch, Major and his junior squad members were in the kitchen drinking coffee with Blaine. "Where're the girls?"

"Tanner has 'em stocking the fridges at the Post, I figured we'd get all this moved quicker without them."

"Good call, how long 'til the van arrives?"

"It's downstairs, Major brought it over, along with these two," Blaine nodded at the teenagers.

"I'm calling it training slash punishment for a prank they pulled on some other recruits. To clarify," he turned to them, "the punishment isn't because you pulled the prank, it's because you were stupid enough to get caught." They both rolled their eyes, neither were thrilled to be up at this hour. They drank their coffee and decided who was clearing what room.

Jordan and Captain Seattle were in charge of Kenzie and Marlee's boxes and would be transporting it in Major's truck. Which Jordan was driving because Captain Seattle was the instigator of the pranks. Plus, Jordan could drive without stalling at every light. Karl was moving the lounge, Don-E the kitchen, Blaine their bedroom and Chase bathrooms and kitchen once he had finished. The bulk of the items would go in the truck. Most of the furniture was new and already at the new house.

Over the past month, they had taken evenings at the house, arranging decoration of the rooms and remodelling others. Mainly the kitchen. Chase had had an escape tunnel put in with three separate entrances. The pool had been cleaned and a tree house had been constructed for the girls, with other playground features. The inside was now more modern but still homely. It suited them.

Moving with the morning traffic took about as long as they had expected. But by the early afternoon, all of the boxes were at the new house and on route to their relevant rooms. All the girl's boxes were in the playroom and being unpacked into their bedrooms. Jordan was on clothes, Seattle on toys. Major stuck his head around the door after the first half an hour. "Seattle, I hear you moan about this one more time, you'll be running laps around the yard, then coming back to finish the job. Take your punishment and get on with it." Jordan smirked. "I'd wipe that off your face too Jordan, you'll be joining him."

"For what?"

"Called group punishment. Now back to work."

Later in the afternoon Chase, Blaine, Don-E and Major were having a beer on the patio, watching the teenagers running laps of the yard. "Why are they running this time?" Blaine asked.

"He moaned when he found more boxes."

"And her?"

"She laughed at him," Major added. The doors opened behind them, they turned as Karl brought the girls through.

"Well girls, what do you think?" Blaine asked.

"This place is huge." Kenzie told them. "What're they doing?"

"Being punished," Chase told them.

"For what?"

"Complaining." Blaine told them.

"Is that gonna be our punishment for complaining from now on?"

"Not the worst idea." Chase teased.

"We'll think about that," Blaine joined him. "Karl, joining us?"

"No, I told my wife I'd drive her to a work party tonight. See you tomorrow."

Jordan and Captain Seattle approached them, Major stood, "learned your lessons?" They both nodded, breathing deeply. "Good, now come have a beer and a burger and catch your breaths."

A short time later Jordan was sitting by Chase who was asking her about her brothers. "They're not hungry anymore, which is good, but they won't go to school. They get bullied for being zombies and teachers don't do anything about it, but they retaliate and they get in trouble."

"I'll set something up, bring them by tomorrow, we'll get a tutor to get them through their exams."

"Thank you, Chase."

"Don't mention it."

After their guests had left Chase and Blaine put two tired little girls to bed and retired to their suite. Chase started the water running in the bath and began undressing. Blaine stepped behind him, pressing kisses to his shoulders, his hands tracing Chase's defined muscles. Chase smiled, turning his head to meet Blaine's lips. He turned fully to Blaine, their bare chests and their clothed cocks brushing together. Blaine's hands swept over Chase's back, cupping and squeezing his jean covered ass. His hands pushed under the waistband of the jeans, massaging his ass, grinding their crotches closer against each other. Chase's hands rubbed over Blaine's chest, up to hold his shoulders, one came to rest on the back of his neck, the other pulled him closer by the small of his back.

Blaine turned them, sat on the edge of the bath and shut off the running water. He pulled Chase closer by the loops in his jeans, opened them and pushed them down, along with his boxers. Chase stepped out of his jeans and allowed Blaine to pull his hips towards him. Blaine pressed kisses to his stomach, trailing lower towards his cock. Blaine brought his cock to his lips, taking it into his mouth. Chase sighed as Blaine started sucking his cock, feeling it harden, fully. Blaine felt Chase's fingers brush through his hair as he began to suck his cock deeper into his mouth.

Blaine let his cock fall from his lips, and looked up into Chase's ocean blue eyes and stood, so he was level with them. "We have all night to enjoy ourselves," he whispered softly, bringing their lips together once more. Chase tasted his own pre-cum on Blaine's tongue. Blaine stripped the remainder of his clothing and stepped into the bath, sitting against the side he waved his hand invitingly, for Chase to join him. Chase stepped into the hot water and lowered himself into it. He allowed himself to be pulled close to Blaine, moaning as Blaine began massaging his shoulders. Chase relaxed against him while Blaine's hands trailed lower and around his body.

They washed each other, unable to keep their hands to themselves; lips meeting continually, they enjoyed their time alone.

Rising from the cooling water Chase held out his hand, Blaine took it, rose to his feet and kissed Chase, the length of their bodies meeting. Drying they stepped out into their bedroom, letting their towels fall they pressed together once more, kissing deeply. Blaine stroked his thumb across Chase's cheek, trailing it down over his neck and sides, taking his hand, he pulled him towards the bed. They laid together, kissing and touching, hands wandering. Blaine leaned over Chase to pluck a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Chase hiked his leg over Blaine's waist, as the blonde pressed a lube-coated finger into his hole. Chase's relaxed body took him with barely any resistance.

Rolling Chase onto his back, Blaine positioned himself between Chase's legs. Rising to his knees he dipped to kiss Chase's lips, his jaw, his neck and chest as he breeched Chase with more fingers, teasing his prostate until Chase was begging him for more.

Blaine bent to kiss Chase as he stroked lube onto his cock and positioned himself at Chase's entrance. He captured Chase's lips, swallowing his sigh as he pushed inside, connecting them, intimately. Blaine thrust in a steady rhythm, cock, brushing Chase's prostate at the angle the had created. Chase's hands gripped Blaine's forearms, sliding higher to caress his shoulders. Their foreheads rested against each other, Chase's legs tightened around Blaine's waist. Their eyes met and Chase smirked. He kissed Blaine and manoeuvred them, so he was straddling Blaine. Blaine pushed himself up, slipping back inside Chase and continued to thrust up, into him.

Chase picked up the discarded lube bottle and poured some over his hand. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked in time with Blaine's thrusts. Chase's breathing became laboured, he moaned as Blaine continued to his that spot inside of him. Chase lowered Blaine back against the pillows, rocking his hips and reconnecting their lips. "I'm not gonna be able to hold off, much longer," Chase whispered, brushing Blaine's damp hair from his forehead.

"Then don't," Blaine replied, thrusting back up into Chase, harder than he had before. He felt Chase's ass clench around his cock, and hot cum spill over his stomach. Chase fell forwards, tightening his leg's grip on Blaine and turned them. Blaine thrust harder and faster into him, building to his own release, spilling inside Chase, groaning against his lips.

Moving onto their sides Chase caressed Blaine's cheek. They were both covered in a glowing sheen of sweat and breathing heavily. They kissed once more, smiling against each other's lips. "We should take advantage of that huge shower and clean ourselves up," Blaine mumbled against his lover's lips.

"In a minute, I just want to stay like this a little longer."

Three weeks had passed since Chase, Blaine and the girls moved into their new home and things were going well. A little too well. Blaine knew it was too good to last when his father turned up at the Scratching Post, walking into his office like he owned the place.

"I've had a vision son."

"Did you eat the brains of a fish called Dory?" He asked, "I thought I made it clear I don't want you around me or my family."

"You're my family son, and I had to let you know, the revolution is rising. We're fighting back, we're going to take this fight to the people." Blaine, barely understanding what his father was babbling about, rolled his eyes. "We're going cross-country boy, I thought as your father, I should let you know. I'll be off then." Blaine wasn't sure what made his father give in so easily, but he didn't trust it. He let Chase know that evening.

"You think he means it?" Chase asked, collecting plates for dinner.

"He's insane, I think he believes it, but I have no idea how they plan to execute the plan."

"I'll check in with my undercover, see what he has to say about it."

"Any closer to finding the new Renegade?"

"We caught one of the Coyotes. Someone turned him, so we're gonna use that truth brain on him, we took from AJ when we took down the brain leak." Blaine nodded and started serving dinner while Chase went to call the girls down for dinner.

Chase sat in his office the next day, he was reading over a proposal from the board to execute the young coyote. Something he wasn't really down with. Yes, the kid had smuggled people into the city, but he hadn't scratched anyone. To him this felt more like a freezing case. He looked up as Olivia Moore charged into his office, sporting a tan and dye. "Ms Moore, nice of you to get with the program-"

"I'm Renegade."

'I'll be late – C' Blaine stared at the text and shrugged. Something must have come up, he thought as he waited for Tanner to get back with the girls. His phone rang, "Tanner, everything OK?"

"Blaine, don't freak out or anything, but the girls aren't here."

"Tanner, what do you mean, the girls aren't there?"

"I mean that apparently some guy posed as an employee and took them 20 minutes ago."

Blaine's heart raced – or it would if it could – as he thought of who could have taken them. Then he remembered, a kid at his dad's church somewhat resembled Tanner. The girls only really saw him in the club, it wouldn't be hard to explain away a slightly altered appearance. Blaine got in his car and dialled his father. "Where are they?"

"Son-"

"Cut the horseshit dad, where are the girls?"

"They're fine."

"Dad, I swear, if you harm a hair-"

"Like I said, they're fine. For now." Blaine pulled up outside the church, abandoned his car and charged through to the office his father had.

"Where are they?" Blaine growled.

"They're safe son, they're with their zombie brethren," Blaine pulled his gun from his jacket and pointed it at his father. "Kill me and you'll never find them, they'll be taken to the break out point tomorrow and you'll lose them." Blaine hesitated, but lowered his weapon.

"What do you want?"

"For you to join me and take your rightful place, as my successor."

Blaine folded his arms, "let me get this straight, you want me, to leave my life, take the girls, and follow you across country, passing on the Zombie Virus as Zombie Jesus. Dad that's crazy," Blaine told him.

"Then I hope you enjoyed your brief stint as a parent" Angus said bluntly.

"Fine, but I want to see them."

"No can do." Blaine repressed his anger, wary however, as he knew he could do so for only so long.

Chase sat in his office, the Board around him. "She needs to be executed Chase," Hobbs insisted.

"Yes, because that worked out so well the last time," Chase retorted. Since hearing Olivia Moore confess to him this morning as documentary had been released, it had footage of her crimes, but also the effects of it. The people, humans and Zombies and their stories. It had gone viral. "You've seen this documentary Hobbs, we execute her, we sign the death warrants of everyone in New Seattle, human or zombie. Excuse me," he said as his phone vibrated, "Graves," he answered, not looking at caller-ID.

"Chase it's me. Look, I know you're busy but the girls are missing."

"What?"

"My father had someone pose as an employee and pick them up, I confronted him but he won't tell me where they are. He said my only way to see them is go along with his plans."

"Which are?"

"Escape the wall tomorrow and spread the zombie virus around the country, he's got them kept with other zombie kids, some sort of group home. I'm gonna stay here, see if I can find them, he's not gonna listen to anyone at this point, he seems to think he's God."

"I'll speak to my contacts outside the wall, do you know where the breakout will be?"

"No, he won't tell me. Chase, I swear I won't let him harm them." Blaine paused. "I love you."

Chase looked out of the window/wall of his office over the training fields and the city. "I love you too, be careful," he replied softly.

"I will." Blaine hung up the phone and took a moment to consider his words. That was the first time they'd spoken those words to each other and the time had never felt more right.

Back in his office, Chase turned to the board, "this meeting is over," He watched them leave then turned to his inspector, "Lambert, stay we have something to discuss." Later on, once he had formulated a plan, he text Blaine, hoping his phone had not been taken.

Blaine slept, sat against a wall in his father's office. He'd sat through the service, at the back, watching in case the girls turned up. Neither were present. He woke sore and stiff, with his father staring down at him. "Let's go." Stretching, Blaine groaned as he stood and followed his father outside, they got in a car, driven by a young member of his congregation. They arrived at an area, around a quarter of a mile from the wall. A small group of his followers were there, he greeted them like long lost friends, with hugs. Blaine searched with his eyes, he couldn't see the girls. Angus nodded to one of his followers who opened the trunk. From it they lifted Marlee and Kenzie, with their ankles and wrists bound and scarfs tied around their mouths.

"Girls!" He was held back by two men as were the girls. They called out, muffled by the scarves.

"Places," Angus told them and the girls were taken away.

"Dad, why are you doing this?"

"You betrayed me son, you turned away from me-"

"You fucked up my life!" Blaine argued back, "You killed mom, you didn't think I know that, but I do, you put grandpa in a home and probably had him killed too. You let a woman abuse me and make me hate everything. I almost killed myself when I was teenager dad, you ignored kidnappers who were happy to send me piece by piece to you. I owe you nothing."

"And neither do I." One of his followers brought in a horse.

"What the fuck are you planning to do with that?"

"I'm leading the charge, something you would never be worthy of," his father said.

"Help!" Kenzie's voice cut through.

Blaine felt adrenaline, flowing through his body, his anger rising. He watched as the person holding Kenzie had untied her in an attempt to make her run with them. The zombie was kicked in the shins and Kenzie sprinted back over to Blaine, she went ignored by his father's followers. He caught her in his arms and quickly freed her hands, the scarf already free from her mouth. "Are you OK sweetie?" She nodded and hugged him. His father took off, wielding his mallet and Blaine took out his phone, calling Lambert. "He's on the move, I have Kenzie, but they still have Marlee."

"Understood." Was the only word of reply before the line went dead.