A/N: This one is... Strange... To say the least... Erm... I'm not entirely sure where the idea to slash this came from, but I kinda decided to go with a short, sweet, to-the-point ReidxTylerxChase. o.o All I can say is that I think I've learned my lesson when it comes to lurking on certain boards... I know this is my second update this week, but think of it as a New Year's gift. :D I hope this one's tolerable...

julliette: Tada. :D

LadyV.2102: Well... I've always like zombies, vampires, werewolves, dragons, ghosts... Anything mythical and inexplicable. And I was bored one day and listening to one of my favorite bands(E.S. Posthumus) while re-reading a book about a fictional zombie war (World War Z) on a very long drive to visit my great-grandmother... And for no reason at all, it just clicked. Wow... I just realized how random my though processes are. XD

Lawleypop024: I'm glad you like it so much. :D

beginningxofxthexend: Wow. I have to say that I really look forward to your reviews because you always make me reconsider what the hell I'm currently doing, lol. The idea for the "interactive" part came from one of my favorite webcomics. The artist did a little brief series where you could choose which way the semi-stupid protaganist went. That's where the general "interactive" concept came from. As for the outcomes... I had a vague idea of what I wanted to happen. I knew I wanted Tyler to be different. But after that... I wasn't sure where I wanted the story to go. I didn't know if I wanted to show how he reacted to a few straggling undead, or with a new group of people, or with his brothers, or against an entire wall of the zombies. So I put the interactive concept into action and let you guys choose what I should write next. :D I'm working on going pro with my writing... It's just taking some time, lol. And I wanted to keep them in character, but yes, I really wanted to stretch the character at the same time. :D

"This isn't right." Tyler gasped.

"Do you want me to stop?" Chase asked.

"No."

"Then stop complaining."

Part of Tyler felt beyond guilty for kissing Chase like this while Reid was out of town visiting family. But the other part of him was exhilirated at the prospect of having a secret worth keeping. Chase's teeth skimmed across Tyler's neck and the younger boy was pulled from the deep recesses of his mind and to the shallow depths of carnal pleasure.

"Damn, Chase. Not so hard." Tyler whined when Chase bit his collarbone.

"You never complained before." Chase purred.

"Reid is due back today."

"When?"

"This afternoon." Tyler moaned.

Chase pulled Tyler close to him and bit Tyler again.

"Damn it, Chase. Do you want Reid to find out?" Tyler demanded.

"No need to worry about that."

Tyler's eyes snapped open and he looked to the doorway. Reid was leaning against the doorframe with his duffel bag at his feet.

"Fuck. Reid, look, it's not... I mean... You can't... He..." Tyler was incoherent, both from the shock of Reid showing up so early and the lingering ecstacy that came from kissing Chase.

"We weren't expecting you back so soon." Chase said calmly.

"That much is obvious. I'm sorry it had to end like this, Baby Boy." Reid sighed. He grabbed his bag and turned to leave. Tyler wrenched himself from Chase's arms and ran to the blond, grabbing the edge of his shirt.

"Don't go, not like this." Tyler pleaded.

"What do you want me to do? And to think that everyone was worried I would cheat on you."

"Don't. Please don't be mad."

"How should I react? You chose Chase over me. I get it."

"I don't want to choose!" Tyler yelled.

Reid stopped his tirade and Chase got off the bed, moving to stand near Tyler.

"I don't want to choose between the two of you... My entire fucking life I've lived thinking that I'd die a hermit, Grandma Death (1), living far from society and checking the mailbox every day even though I know damn well that no one cares enough to write to me," Tyler's voice cracked and he paused a moment before continuing, "And then I met you, Reid. And you gave a damn about me. I think you still care. And then... God, Reid... Kissing you is like... It's like a lava flow. It's a slow, thick heat that takes its time and God knows I fucking need that." Tyler smiled.

"So why do I come here and find you kissing Chase?" Reid demanded, hurt evident in his blue eyes.

"Because kissing Chase is like lighting a gas stove. All it takes is one little spark and in the blink of an eye the flames are burning at full heat." Tyler smiled.

"And you want the best of both worlds, don't you?" Reid asked.

"Why can't he have both?" Chase asked, throwing his arms around Tyler and resting his chin on the shorter boy's shoulder.

Reid glared at the pair for a moment before he dropped his bag and his hands slowly curled into white-knuckled fists at his sides.

"Let go of Tyler." Reid ordered.

Chase went to protest, but Tyler shrugged out of Chase's grasp.

"Let's not make this worse than it has to be." Tyler whispered.

Reid stepped into the room and pushed Tyler aside. He grabbed the front of Chase's shirt and Tyler cringed. But instead of hitting the brunette, like Tyler half expected his boyfriend to do, Reid kissed him, dead on the lips. There was a tense moment when no one was quite sure what was going on, but then Chase's hands tangled into Reid's hair and it seemed safe to breathe again. Tyler smiled faintly, hoping that things were going the way he'd always secretly wanted them to. It was a few long moments before Reid and Chase separated. Reid's hungry eyes roamed Chase's face for a bit and then his cool baby blues turned to his boyfriend.

"I think you have a point when it comes to Chase." Reid whispered huskily.

Tyler took a tentative step forward and Reid latched on to him. Reid's hungry lips were moving feverishly against his own and Tyler clung desperately to the blond. He felt Chase move behind him and he was pressed very close between the two older boys. Chase's hands rested on Tyler's narrow hips while his lips, teeth, and tongue busied themselves with the silky skin of Tyler's neck. Tyler moaned and arched in every which way, wanting more of everything. It was like being set ablaze, a white phosporous burn. Bright, and hot, but slow...

Later that evening, when the three of them collapsed a sweaty, heaving, writing mass of tangled limbs on the king sized bed in Tyler's room, Tyler wondered just what poor, deprived, misguided soul had first begun insisting that you couldn't have the best of both worlds...