yo. third chapter. heheh...

WARNING: very slight gore. SMUT. HOLY CRAP THERE'S SMUT. so there.

Seamus began to feel a bit nervous. Brendan noticed, and his breathing rate increased. Seamus loosened his tongue-hold on him as he moved closer.

"Something's not right," Seamus muttered, but he was answered with nothing but a whimper and a pitiful glance. "Get off me, mutt," he said weakly, attempting to remove his oversized dog with the mind of a child.

"Brendan," he said, getting a little agitated, "don't you think the mall is a bit too quiet?" He looked back and forth, not used to be able to move through the place without running into swarms of infected. "We need to get the things quickly and get out."

He headed to the stairs, climbing as quickly as possible. "Damn," he said under his breath, "should've just taken the elevator." He reached the second story, and turned an immediate left. He had come to this place often, and knew exactly where he needed to go.

He turned to see Brendan still following him, though a few paces away, sniffing the air constantly. 'So I'm not the only suspicious one, huh?' he thought. Seamus knew this shop would run out of suitable clothing soon, and he'd have to choose something else, but for now, he could get what he wanted.

He reached behind the counter and grabbed a couple of bags and then began to sift through the clothing. Seamus could hear Brendan shuffling around behind him. "Oi, mutt."

Brendan perked up a bit at his call and crawled over to him.

"Stand up," he demanded, extending the two bags of clothing towards him. "Take these and come with me. We're going to get you some things in a certain store." He walked from the department store, and began the trek to the elevator; Brendan followed closely behind, still carrying the bags. Pressing the button, Seamus heard the clunking echo through the empty building.

Suddenly, Brendan dropped the bags, springing off into the darkness. Seamus opened his mouth to call him back, but a voice chimed in from behind him.

"You're that zombie-guy, aren't you?"

Seamus spun around to see a cocky looking and muscular guy alongside a world-wearied middle-aged man. "Who are you calling zombie?" he snapped back. "Zombies are dead, are they not? I don't ever recall dying."

"You can talk?" The guy didn't look very surprised. "You must be him then. You know, you're famous, though people have rarely survived seeing you."

Seamus narrowed his eyes. "So you want to die a slow, painful death, huh?"

The guy smirked. "I think two on one is fair odds. You can't be that good, shortie."

Something snapped in his brain. Though he preferred to have a single target to play with, if he needed, he could dispose of multiple targets in record time. Especially if provoked. In one swift move, he shot out his tongue, constricting the larger of the pair, and then slid behind the other, digging two clawed fingers into his throat.

"Damn," was all either could say before Seamus tore out the man's trachea and clogged the other's with the end of his tongue. As he dropped the older of the two to bleed out on the floor, he swept in front of the other. He withdrew his slimy appendage as fast as he could, and then reached forwards and ripped open his chest cavity.

"I'll teach you not to mess with me," he said, sneering, before shredding the man's innards, causing a rain of crimson in the surrounding area. Satisfied with his handiwork, he turned to look for his dog-like companion. He was met by another sight, however: one survivor with eyes wide in terror, hands extended shakily holding a pistol, nearly twenty feet away.

"Y-you...m-monster..." she stammered.

Time slowed for Seamus as he saw her fingers tightening on the trigger. Though he had an inhuman quickness about him, he knew he wasn't immortal. In fact, he had discovered that he couldn't withstand nearly as much damage as most other infected.

He was just as mortal as any human.

"NNNOOOOO!!! SSSEEE-MOSSS!!!"

Seamus was pulled out of his stupor by a large growl. When he heard the gun fire, he saw a dark figure leap towards the girl, putting itself between the two. He watched as the bullet tore through the shoulder of the dark figure, and then find rest in his own. While not deep, he was knocked backward. As the ground fame rushing up to meet him, the last thing he saw was the dark figure underneath a shower of red bits and droplets.

'I really should teach him how to say my name correctly,' he thought right before passing out.

oOoOoOo

Seamus felt pressure on his torso and tired to force open his eyes. He felt something wet pooling on his chest and running down his neck. Letting his eyes focus, he glanced up to see Brendan straddling his chest, staring at him with scared yet hopeful eyes.

"See-moss?" he questioned, leaning in.

With his injured shoulder, he knew he wouldn't be able to push him off. Remembering Brendan's previous reaction, Seamus slipped his tongue into his mouth. Like he expected, the weight on top of him became limp, and he rolled over to sit on top of his pet. He retracted his tongue once more so he could speak.

"You saved me, huh," he noted, seeing the nearly healed hole in his shoulder still oozing slightly. He knew Brendan had sustained more damage than himself.

"See-moss...saved Brendan...lah...like See-moss...Brendan save See-moss!"

Seamus grinned and chuckled. "Yes, yes you did...and I will reward you. But first," he leaned in close, his face mere inches from Brendan's, "I must teach you to say my name correctly...or perhaps during."

Brendan cocked his head to one side, and then licked the tip of Seamus's nose once. "See-moss."

"Wrong," he replied. He slipped the hand of his uninjured arm up under his hoodie, tracing the faint contours of his abdomen lightly. "It's Seamus."

Brendan groaned slightly, and then tried again. "See...muh...muuhhsss..."

He grinned. "You're getting closer." His hand slid downward and into the hem of his pants.

"Seemuhs..." he breathed out, squirming at the interesting sensation he was now feeling.

"Oh, so close," he said before unfastening Brendan's pants and extending his slimy appendage.

"Seamus!" he cried, shocked as the slick muscle began probing his backside.

'Good,' he thought as he prodded further and further, stretching the hole of the shivering and squirming creature underneath him.

Seamus retracted his tongue once again. "Now for your reward," he muttered softly in Brendan's ear. He then unfastened his own pants and positioned his fully-developed erection before pushing himself in roughly.

"Ssseamusss..." Breandan moaned, clenching and unclenching his fists. In all his life, he had never once had an experience like this.

Seamus began to move, getting more and more turned on with every sound that escaped his partner's lips. He leaned in, kissing him deeply, his tongue exploring his mouth. His body once again went limp, but it was obvious that he was enjoying everything. Reaching down with his good hand, Seamus began to stroke and pump Brendan's manhood in time with his thrusts.

The pair's breathing turned labored and short as they pulled closer and closer to climax. In a fury of animalistic snarls and grunts, Seamus found Brendan's prostate, and slammed harder and harder mercilessly. The two reached their climax together, messing their already bloodstained clothing as they called out each other's names.

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i had much fun writing this chapter. totally. it's been a while since i wrote any smut. i hope it was good enough. oh, and i didn't notice this until just now, but the survivors he met were NOT in any way the ones from the game. they're just other people who are still alive. or...uh...were still alive...

Coming up next: Seamus decides to keep his new pet, meets a punk, and shows the punk why the hell he shouldn't mess with someone like him...