DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Walking Dead or any of it's characters. Robert Kirkman and Co. does. I do not make any type of profit from writing this fan-fiction. This is strictly for my and my readers' pleasure
CLAIMER: I own Arlen and his family.
RATED: R and is subject to change.
WARNING:This is going to be an YAOI/MALE+MALE story.
BETA READER: None; so there will be mistakes that I miss.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The scenarios involved in this fan-fiction are fictional. The main character may also strike readers as a Mary/Gary Sue. If this fact bothers you, turn back now. Construction criticism is welcomed. No flames. This story is also being posted to my Mibba account.
"Speaking"
'Thinking'
"Cell Phone/Radio Speaking"
~CHAPTER THREE~
The apartment building was hooked up to a backup generator in case of power outages, but by the size Glenn had described the machine, the power would only last for another day or so. Knowing that, Glenn had began to clean out his refrigerator, eating the easily spoiled food first starting with the ice cream. The water pipes were connected to the city water plant so Glenn had filled up every single plastic container he could find in his kitchen. Arlen saw the water containers as he walked into the joint living room. He slipped off his pack before he began to remove his guns. Glenn watched Arlen set his three guns on the coffee table which were soon joined by two long dual blades. The Korean finally noticed the blood splatters staining the medic.
"You should go take a shower while there is still hot water. I'll try to clean the blood out of your clothes," Glenn suggested, reaching for the black jacket Arlen was taking off.
An olive toned hand caught the smaller fair toned one. Molten chocolate met smoky gray.
"Don't bother. It'll only get dirty again when we leave," Arlen stated quietly, giving Glenn's hand a squeeze before letting go. "But I'll take you up on that shower offer if you don't mind."
Glenn smiled and proceeded to show the other male to the small apartment bathroom. The bathroom contained a stand up shower, a toilet and a medicine cabinet above a porcelain sink. Glenn took a clean towel out from under the sink, setting it on the rack for Arlen.
"Are you hungry? I can make you a sandwich. No, wait. There's no bread. How about some soup? Do you like soup? Of course you do, you told me. I'll go—" Glenn's rambling cut off when an amused Arlen pulled his black shirt off and let it drop to the tiled floor.
Arlen noticed Glenn staring at him, mostly his bare chest.
"Glenn," Arlen spoke lightly, getting the Korean's attention. "anything you make is fine."
Nodding, Glenn left Arlen to shower and made his way to his kitchen. Pausing from grabbing a can of tomato soup, Glenn swiped the back of his hand against his chin to check for drool. Finding none surprised the twenty-six year old. His face was still a little flushed with the embarrassment of being caught ogling his boyfriend. Wait…was he Arlen's boyfriend? The two never really brought it up. They talked at every chance they got and they video chatted all the time. Hearing the water running in the shower and the tale-tale sign of water splashing against flesh had Glenn press a hand against his racing heart.
While the tomato soup heated up in a pot on the stove, Glenn went about propping one of the dining table chairs underneath the handle of the front door. Picking the aluminum bat up off of the floor, Glenn propped it up against the wall by the living room entrance. He then went back to the stove to stir the soup.
'He came for me…even though the city is overrun with those things out there, Arlen came back for me,' Glenn thought, his eyes going blurry as he stared at the spoon stirring the tomato soup.
His hands shook a little and he found himself crying again. Ever since Arlen had warned him about staying clear of anyone showing signs of being sick, Glenn had basically quit his job delivering pizzas and barricaded himself in his apartment. Dropping the spoon in the pot, Glenn wiped his face with the palms of his hands. He liked to have jumped out of his skin when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, pushing his back up against a newly clothed chest. A drop of water dripped from Arlen's damp hair, the towel draped around his neck not catching the droplet as it landed Glenn's cheek before rolling down the side of his neck. The younger male shivered at the cold droplet.
"Wh-what are we going to do?" Glenn asked.
He silently cursed his voice for breaking. Glenn did not want Arlen to see him as someone who was weak. It was hard enough to get the taller man to agree with going on a date with him. Given the date was over video chat, they were creative by giving one another places to go while using their camera phones to pretend they were there with one another. Arlen's grip tightened slightly before going slack. The ravenette reached around Glenn to turn off the stove, seeing as the soup was beginning to boil.
"We survive."
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After an early lunch, Glenn had convinced Arlen that they should stay in the apartment until their supplies became low enough to force them out. Arlen knew that it was just an excuse so that Glenn did not have to venture out in the open where the infected were. He was not about to complain, not after spending the better part of two weeks killing them. Arlen sat on one end of the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he looked over the map he had retrieved from the humvee after the mission had gone to hell. Glenn lay sprawled out along the majority of the couch, his head resting on Arlen's lap. He would occasionally fidget whenever the map tickled his nose. Getting tired of the map brushing his face, Glenn rolled onto his side and buried his face in Arlen's toned stomach. The medic felt arms sneaking around his waist, but continued looking over the map for possible safe areas.
"There is a rock quarry about thirty minutes northeast of the city. We can set up a camp there if it has high visibility and natural barriers," Arlen stated quietly.
Arlen's mouth twitched upwards. Folding the map and tossing it on the coffee table; Arlen leaned back and let his left arm rest over Glenn's torso while his other lay on the arm of the couch.
"Mhm, I know the city pretty well. I can get us out of here with limit encounters," Glenn muttered, his words muffled from his face pressing into Arlen's stomach.
Arlen's stomach muscles flinched at the sensation of Glenn's mouth moving and his words vibrating against his clothed stomach. This reaction did not go unnoticed by the younger male whose grin was hidden.
"There is an outdoors store around the corner. We can get supplies there," Glenn spoke only for the sole purpose of getting another reaction from Arlen.
Arlen moved his right arm to lift Glenn's head up slightly, his left arm keeping the younger male close. Dipping his head, Arlen closed his mouth over Glenn's. A surprised gasp had Glenn's mouth parting and Arlen took full advantage in deepening the kiss. When his tongue ran across Glenn's, the younger man moaned and his fingers tightened their grip on Arlen's shirt as he kissed back with fervor. The sound of something heavy slamming up against the apartment door startled Glenn, breaking the kiss as his heart raced for a completely new reason.
Standing up, Arlen flipped open his serrated knife before walking towards the pounding coming from the other side of the front door. Glenn was immediately behind Arlen, his knuckles turning white from his grip on the aluminum bat. Another heavy bang hit the door, rattling the chair loose enough to where it clanged to the floor. The noise caused who ever…whatever was on the other side of the door to go ballistic, shaking the door on its hinges. A smoky gray eye peered through the peep hole that was in the center of the door about eye level. Counting one infected, Arlen knew from experience that more would come soon, drawn by the loud noise.
Just as the infected person reared back to bang against the door again, Arlen yanked the door open and slammed the heel of his boot into the infected person's knee. The infected crumpled to the ground, but that did not stop it from reaching out in an effort to grab a hold of fresh meat. Slapping the offending arms out of the way, Arlen stabbed the five inch blade of his serrated knife through the side of the infected's head right behind its ear. Its body slumped to the ground motionless. Arlen turned to go back inside the apartment, pausing at the sight of a shaking Glenn who was becoming paler by the second while staring down at the rotting corpse. With his blood-free hand, Arlen stepped up to Glenn and took the bat out of his sweaty death grip. Mocha, because Glenn's eyes had darkened from shock, wandered up to lock with steel gray.
"Arlen…maybe we should find a safer place now," Glenn stated, uncertain.
"Alright," Arlen agreed, hearing the groans of the infected getting closer as they stumbled up the open stairwell. "Gather anything useful to pack in the humvee. I'll go check out that outdoor store you mentioned earlier."
"I—I'm going with you," Glenn said, a look of determination on his face.
Arlen would have told him no, but was reminded just how stubborn Glenn could be when the younger male picked up his baseball hat from the side hook by his jacket and placed it on his head. When the hat came on, Glenn was set to work.