A/N: A reminder, this is an M rated fanfic. Rated M for mature due to violence, language and strong sexual content. If any of that bothers you, please look for a different Left 4 Dead story.
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Day 5
A gentle breeze blows over fields of red and white. Over head, two brilliant green moons shine like glinting emeralds. A forest of orange reaches up as if to grasp the sparkling orbs. A soft shudder rhythmically pulses through the ground.
A breath of decay ripples through the air, its foul heat stretching across the fields until it brushes against the orange tree line. Slowly creeping in its wake; a wall of serpents slithers through the area. Only an ashen gray remains behind as the snakes continue forward. Nothing remains of the once beautiful field of reds and whites as the wall of slithering decay reaches the line of trees. The trees themselves shrivel into dull white husks of their former selves. The color seeps from the roots first and climbs towards the two moons above until those too begin to fade. The shuddering continues as moans now echo through the area.
The nude form of Catherine appears above the field. Her flushed skin quickly pales as tendrils of black, rotted flesh wrap around her wrists and ankles. The juices from her final climax flow down her inner thighs. She looks out of the milky white moons and sees herself looking down at the grunting image of Francis.
Catherine is helpless as she watches whatever is now controlling her body. It leans down and sniffs along the length of Francis' neck. A few guttural groans escapes Francis as he comes to his climax, intermingling with the aggravated groans of the infected straddled atop him. So entranced by the rush of his orgasm, the doomed fool doesn't notice the change in his nocturnal partner.
A sharp clawed hand finds its mark as the infected woman lashes down at the dip between Francis' clavicles. A scream of agony erupts from Francis as he tries to push the woman off of him. Her legs are clenched too tightly around his waist and his attempts to remove her only anger her more.
Catherine screams from inside her mind as she watches her hands become drenched in Francis' blood. The claws keep tearing at his flesh, even after the screams and blood filled groans of pain come to a silence. It isn't until a few minutes pass that the beast she has become stops its onslaught.
The shuddering infected slowly bends over the lifeless body under her. A soft crying can be heard as she presses herself into the shredded chest, covering her own in the crimson liquid, giving Francis one last embrace.
From inside the mind, the floating Catherine closes her eyes and weeps. "It was just a scratch…"
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Zoey aimlessly wanders the corridors of the Royal Princess. She is amazed by all the beauty lining the walls. The gentle lapping of the Caribbean Sea adds to the relaxing walk. It is a much better way to spend her evening than staying in the room she shares with Francis.
She thought she could get some needed sleep after such an eventful day, but Catherine and her new play toy had other plans. Their moans echoed through the room for almost an hour. The moonlight streaming in through the window accentuated the thick layer of sweat that glistened on their bodies. It was highly distracting, as she lay there wide awake, hoping it would end sooner rather than later.
A loud moan erupted from the couple that signified the finale to their relentless gyrations. With a sigh of relief, Zoey drifted off to sleep in the now silent darkness. Her pleasant dreams were interrupted though as the moans once again erupted from the other side of the room, much too soon for her taste. That is when Zoey decided it was better to enjoy the night air, rather than endure another hour of the two sex fiends going at it.
She smiles as she walks around, her mind drifting back to the dream she was pulled from. It was a nice one for her, after all the nightmares over the last few months. Ellis was in the front yard of their two-story cottage style home, the savory smell of bar-b-que drifting over from where he was grilling.
As she walked over to give Ellis a kiss on the cheek, a cheerful "Mommy!" cried out. Their daughter, her hair silky brown like hers framing beautiful green eyes, runs up to her before crashing into a hug around her legs. The dream was serene, a picture perfect moment right down to the oak stained picket fence. She hasn't dreamt like that since she was a pre-teen, so young and helplessly romantic.
An idea occurs to her as she replays the dream over and over. Ellis could probably use some company tonight since his roommate would still be in the infirmary. She turns on her heels and heads towards his room, a blush spreading across her cheeks. A few moments later she stops in front of Ellis' door, trying to steel herself. She takes a deep breath and hesitantly knocks on the door. Nothing greets her in return. She scolds herself for being so daft, Of course, he's probably asleep!
A devious smile stretches across her face as another idea enters her mind. I'll just sneak in quietly. Gently wake him up and then put on my best sad eyes. Give him a little pity story of how I can't sleep and ask to stay here for the night. He's much too nice to turn me down. Then I'll just slide into bed with him, mumble something about it helping to keep away the nightmares. It's perfect! He'll finally be mine after tonight!
She gently turns the door handle and slips into the dark room. A frown replaces her grin as she looks around. The light from the hall is just enough to see that the beds are empty. She pushes the door open the rest of the way to get a better view. The beds are still made, which is odd considering it is sometime after midnight. She checks the bathroom, even though the light is off. Quietly she stalks through the bedroom, trying to not make a noise even though she knows no one is here.
She flicks on the bathroom light as she reaches the door. Her eyes roam around, taking in the surprisingly clean area. Nothing was thrown on the floor. Beard shavings weren't left in the sink. Why can't Francis keep our bathroom this clean? Zoey runs her fingers across the soft fibers of a towel hung up on the rack. She wants to bury herself in it, to surround herself with the towel that dried off the delicious body she's been craving. Then she remembered he shares his room with Nick. It was enough to keep her desire in check for now, not knowing if the towel was Ellis' or Nick's.
Looking around the room again, she finds her target. She hastily crosses the few feet and drops to her knees in front of the clothes hamper. Digging through the first few layers of clothes, she grabs up the green shirt she saw Ellis wearing yesterday. Bringing it to her chest, she holds it tightly. She lifts it to her face and takes a deep breath, inhaling the exquisite scent of Ellis. It isn't until she has rubbed the shirt against her smooth cheeks before she realizes it isn't just Ellis' scent in the fabric. Mingle into the shirt, a hint of citrus and earth hides under the natural smell of Ellis. Knowing that Ellis doesn't wear anything, at least not the few times she's been around him, her face grows dim.
"Nick." She says aloud to herself. She remembers smelling it on him while sitting between the two men while they all shared a meal. Why does this smell so much like him? She sniffs the shirt as she rolls it around in her hands. Nick's scent is most prominent around the neck and chest of the shirt. Maybe he was just trying it on. She still doesn't remember smelling it on him though. Throwing the shirt unceremoniously and a tad too aggressively, back into the hamper, she gazes around the room once more. She groans in frustration when nothing satisfies her searching look. Climbing to her feet, she flicks off the light. I'll just have to go find him.´she thinks to herself, and heads back out to the hallway.
Checking the food lounge the friends seem to frequent turned up nothing. It was a futile thought on her part. She knows food is only served three times a day. The Navy had made certain of that, to cut down on excessive food losses. After almost an hour of wandering the halls to find him, she remembers that Nick had been in the infirmary. She was certain that this time she picked the right place. After all, there really weren't any other areas he would go, this late at night. Turning on her heel once more, she heads back to the lifts and proceeds down to the medical deck.
The panting and low moans make her stop short as she rounds the last corner to the area Nick was being contained.
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Nick stirs in the medical bed. He slowly opens his eyes, a dull light greeting his vision. Blearily he looks around and sees the fuzzy outline of Ellis on the other side of a glass wall, his back pressed up against it. He moves to get out of the bed but slows his motions as pain ripples through his chest. Why is it always my chest that hurts?, he ponders with a wince. Delicately, he manages to stand. His legs are shaky but seem stable enough as he shambles over to the glass wall.
"Good morning, beautiful." He says to the man, his voice deep from sleep. Ellis doesn't stir. That is when Nick remembers the last time he was on this ship that the medical rooms all had sound dampening glass. Looking around, he finds an intercom and tries again. This time the younger brunette turns his head and notices Nick staring down at him.
"Well good mornin'!" Ellis sleepily says back, a smile plastered on his face. Nick motions that he can't hear him and points to the intercom where Ellis says it again. "You've been out all day. They gave you some powerful sedatives so they could stick ya up." He tells his older lover. "I was afraid you weren't gonna make it." His voice trails off sadly before he lets go of the button. A tear forms in his eye but it refuses to fall as he looks at Nick with desperate relief.
Nick's heart swells at the sight. The care exuding from Ellis leaves him speechless. His fingers reach out as if on autopilot and caress the glass in the approximation of where Ellis' jaw would be. He gives a deep and content sigh. "How long am I supposed to be in here?" He softly asks. He hopes it is soon so he can hold that green eyed beauty in his arms again.
"Not until tomorrow mornin', at the earliest." Ellis' reply is still raspy from sleep. Another jolt ripples through Nick's body as he listens to the thick southern accent sounding deeper than usual. The combination makes the voice even sexier to him than it normally is. He stands and listens as the voice, that tempting, list stirring voice, continues to tell him why he is there. When the younger man is done with his long winded explanation, he ends with a sly grin. It causes Nick to hitch his breath but also hesitate as well. When asked, Ellis smiles wider and his eyes gain a playful sheen.
"I never did punish you for your lack of obedience the other night." He coos at his lover before letting go of the intercom button and stepping back. His fingers hitch under the bottom of his shirt and slowly rise up. The muscles on his tanned abdomen flex as he slides the fabric up his torso, inch by delicious inch. The wanting moan from Nick causes Ellis to halt the rising of his shirt just above his navel. His left hand glides down his side and sweeps across his waist. Fingers dip teasingly beneath the edge of his jeans before slithering back up the ridge between his firm muscles. Plump lips part just a hair as the quietest of moans slips through. Green eyes shudder close and linger before opening back up and staring at Nick with a fierce desire.
The shirt begins its ascent once more. The movements are slow and deliberate, only showing off the perfect body underneath to Nick an inch at a time. As the perk nipples and ridge of Ellis' clavicles are revealed, the shirt is gathered up between his teeth. Holding the fabric in his mouth, a hand slides down to play with one of the erect buds of flush as the other glides down his torso once more. In a series of swirves from the left to the right, the hand finds its way into the recesses of his jeans. With the thumb latched onto the pant line, he tugs gently down. A dark patch of hair peeks out from behind his hand and the delicate curve of his hip bones strain against the denim of his jeans that is being pulled tight against them.
His fingers twitch back and forth into the patch of hair and along the base of the bulge straining so prominently for Nick to see. He makes an exaggerated show of his fingers playing with his groin so Nick can watch every movement beneath the tightened fabric. His hand dips further down as his fingers cup the length of his shaft. A few pumps are given, a silent moan on his face, before his hand is pulled back out. Fingers lazily circle the button to Ellis' jeans. A silent question fills his face, asking Nick if he wants to see them off. A slow nod is given in return, Nick's entranced state not giving him the ability for a fuller reaction. He continues to wait though as Ellis' fingers are steadily just rub circles around his pants button.
The hand pinching and rubbing Ellis' hardened nipple slowly caresses its way down towards his pants. As it reaches the hem and joins the other, the two rest at the doorway to the meat Nick is longing to see once more. There they linger, only occasionally do the fingers drum down on the hard shaft displayed beneath the denim. Nick's own erection strains prominently against his jeans as he watches Ellis in breathless anticipation. He runs a hand down to rub against his unattended cock but is stopped as Ellis shakes his head 'No' at him. Ellis' voice is heard over the intercom telling him he isn't allowed to touch himself before the green eyed beauty returns his own hand back to its previous place of teasing.
Seeing the need in Nick's eyes, Elis toyingly unfastens the button to his jeans. The zipper is slowly pulled down and a flap of the fabric is folded down and to the side. A pair of dark blue boxers becomes visible in the new opening and his cock visibly jumps beneath the denim, still pointing towards the side of Ellis' hips. A flurry of fingers swirl themselves over Ellis' stomach before plummeting into the dark blue cotton. Finding their target, they pull at the pulsing meat and adjust it so the tip points straight up towards Ellis. A few more squeezes up and down the shaft are given before his hands once more leave his aching member. The evidence of his work shows as his cock pulses and jumps inside his boxers, begging for more attention. The tinniest of a dark spot appears on the fabric as Ellis begins to leak in excitement.
Soon after, the shirt is dropped from lips. His torso once more covered and his mouth free, Ellis traces the length of his soft lips with his tongue. Strong hands rub their way down his body and tuck under the hem of his shirt before pulling it up and off of him. The muscles of his lean body flex reactively, showing his form off to his lover. The tanned skin settles back down to its toned state as his arms are lowered and the shirt tossed carelessly to the floor.
A gasp from around the corner isn't heard as Ellis' own moans fill the small area. Zoey arrives just in time to see Ellis throw off his shirt and begin roughly playing with his nipples in front of Nick. She knew she should turn around and go back to her room but she was too enamored by the glorious body just twenty feet away. As his hands dip their way back down his body and linger at his waist, her tongue finds itself snaking along her lips. His cock is massaged through his boxers as her hands idly rub up and down her lower torso. The two men don't see the fallen hair or the peeking eye as Ellis frames his member with both hands and runs up and down for Nick's eyes. They don't see the hands hidden behind the wall as Zoey caresses herself involuntarily as she spies on the man her and Nick both desire.
Nick watches as Ellis lifts his hands and dips them into his boxers. He moans as he watches the man stroke himself, the hem of the boxers revealing just the pre-cum glistening tip of Ellis' cock as it moves up and down with the hands pulling against them from inside. His own cock begs for attention he isn't allowed to give. The thoughts of ravaging that perfectly toned and tanned body later on dances through his mind. Ellis brings his hands back up, letting the boxers rest just low enough so Nick can see the head of his leaking member better. He tucks his thumbs into the sides of his jeans and shimmies them down his legs. The denim stops just above his knees. Barely holding on to the sides of his jeans still, Ellis sways to the left and then to the right. He bites his lip and gives Nick a mock look of innocence. He can see his lover softly chuckle from behind the glass. He faintly hears the giggle of a woman from down the hall and stops his tease to look around. Zoey tucks behind the corner again and covers her mouth just before Ellis turns to look down towards her direction.
After a moment of waiting and not seeing or hearing anyone again, Ellis looks at Nick with a sly look on his face. The possibility of getting caught dawns on him and fills him with even more excitement. He turns to give Nick a side view of his body. Jeans, gathered around the base of his thighs. Boxers, barely containing the thick meat that demands attention. The torso, bared for his eyes and heaving with adrenaline.
Zoey dares to peek around again to see Ellis showing off his body. His hands run across the firm mounds of his luscious ass. They dip low, pulling the thin cotton to show off the perfect curves while also pulling the front tighter against his crotch. He gives a few grasping rubs to his backside before his fingers find themselves back at the waist of his boxers. Sliding his fingers down, the fabric descends until the flesh of his ass is revealed for Nick's hungry eyes. His cock presses tightly against the waistband as only the back of the shorts were pulled down, the increased pressure milking more of the clear liquid from him.
Nick licks his lip, aching to wrap his mouth around that delectable penis. He stares in lust as Ellis slowly shimmies the boxers further down. The younger man only stops this time once the cotton reaches the bunched up jeans just above his knees. His throbbing cock is proudly on display for his lover and the secret voyeur to see. He runs a finger up its length and wipes up a thick bead of pre-cum before bringing it up to taste its bitter sweetness.
Zoey's left hand has squirmed its way into her unbuttoned pants. Her fingers twitch and tease at her clit and arousal swollen lips. The sight of Ellis pleasuring himself, his firm ass and large member, has her too aroused to care that they're both in the middle of the hallways where anyone could walk up as she did. The thought just arouses her more and she bites her lip to suppress a quivering moan as her palm and fingers pleases her in the absence of that cock she so desires and is currently staring at.
Ellis' hands slide across his torso once more. One hand stays to pinch at his nipple as the other cups and massages his plump and swaying sack. He lets a finger on his lower hand slide further back and play along the bridge of flesh connecting his two pleasure zones. The hand pinching his nipple gives one last hard tug before griping his raging erection. He's waited long enough, it'll soon be a punishment for him and not just Nick if he doesn't give himself release. Twisting his hand at a slight angle with each up and down stroke, Ellis closes his eyes from the pleasure. He bites his lip and reopens his eyes to stare at the lust-crazed man on the other side of the glass. Remembering the feel of Nick's cock penetrating him sends his arousal into overdrive and his hand picks up the pressure and speed to match. It doesn't take long before Nick's name is silently framed on his lips as thick ropes of cum arch from his tip and crash upon the glass. Spent, Ellis leans forward and rests his head upon the glass as he holds his cock. Thinner strings of the white nectar make a line down to his clothes. He rests for just a minute before he hears Nick's voice over the speaker.
"That.. was beautiful." He begins, the desire still in his voice. "And, oh so very wrong."
"I told you, you would be punished.", came the breathless reply. "Now, get out of there soon so I can feel that fat cock of yours in my ass again." A grin tiredly finds its way on his face as he slowly pulls up his boxers and jeans. The cotton feels sticky, but it would have to wait until Nick was out. He wasn't leaving Nick's side, not even for a shower and change of clothes. They could do that together later. Looking around for his shirt, he puts it on just as someone else is also collecting themselves.
Zoey slides her wet hand from her panties and buttons up her jeans. Straightening her clothes, she heads back to her cabin for a warm shower. The fluids drenching her crotch and inner thighs makes the long walk highly uncomfortable. But, it was worth it. She tells herself. It was definitely worth it.
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Zoey quietly slips back up the decks and down the halls until she returns to her quarters. The trip was thankfully quiet and uneventful. Most of the ship's passengers were still in their rooms at the extremely late hour. She gave a sigh of relief as she opened the way into her room, happy that she's almost able to remove the soaked panties she's had to endure through the long walk.
A faint wheezing can be heard as she enters the room. Suspecting it is Francis or Catherine coming down from yet another rough tussel, she quietly creeps to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she flips on the light and starts to peel off her clothes. Thoughts of Ellis fill her head as she strips, imagining his hands running along her body and that hard cock standing at attention for her instead of another man. The idea of the two guys gave an unpleasant taste in her mouth. She wasn't sure if it was the idea of two guys, or just Her guy with another that made her feel wrong about it. Surely he was just pulling a prank, or lost a bet. She would win him over in the end. It isn't like anyone was going anywhere again anytime soon. Plans of winning him over flit through her mind as she showers herself off. The warm water helping the thought process along.
Toweling off, she silently curses at herself for not bringing extra clothes in with her. Shrugging, she figures the two would be too busy or asleep to even notice her walking to her bed, let alone that she was nude. Flipping the light off and opening the door, she takes a step out and is immediately stopped. Catherine stands before her, a vulgar smell wafting off of her. It almost smelled of blood. She knew Francis was into some fetishes but she wasn't entirely sure which ones, she'd honestly rather not know. Zoey crinkled her nose at the stench.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you." She whispered before trying to step around the officer. An arm shoots up and blocks her path. The woman before her leans forward. A long sniff is given to Zoey's neck, causing her breath to shudder in a mixture of fear, anticipation and mild arousal.
No good! No good! The thing inside Catherine hisses to itself. Kill! Kill! Kill!
Catherine's body shudders as she fights to regain control of herself before it happens again. Her fight is in vain though as her mouth opens and a shrill scream emits from her. She watches as Zoey's eyes grow large and push her away. Watching as the slender woman rushes for the door, she once more tries to fight the thing inside her but manages to only stall it. Just as Zoey reaches the door she feels the claws pierce into her bared back. A trembling scream is silenced as blood spurts from her mouth. She feels the claws leave the back of her lungs and begin to shred her spine into pieces. Crumpling to the floor, the door opens an inch as her hand still clings to the handle.
The soft light from the hall sheds a sliver of the darkness away. It lands on the paling form of Catherine's blood covered nude body. The crimson liquid from Zoey's torso flows into the light and pools between the pale toes of the creature. Drawn to the light, the Witch widens the door's opening and looks upon the empty corridor. A shambling step forward leaves the scene of carnage behind. A soft cry is all that is heard in the still night as the piece of Catherine still alive inside the Witch mourns the two lost souls and the countless others she is sure to take.