Incase you noticed the Rating of the story change, this chapter is why.

~Loner

There were flashes of feet and hands (at one point, teeth and drool) before the edge of the shutters was scrapping past Arron's nose, skinning his shoulder as he rolled passed into the line of safety. For a moment the man just laid there, in shock that the idea worked, before pain was blossoming in his stomach. "Oof," he groaned as he curled in on himself.

"That's for being an ass!" Daryl snapped, pulling his foot back and standing angrily over the man.

"Okay," Arron gasped out, "I deserved that." Then, he erupted into a fit of coughs. Man, Daryl didn't hold back.

Daryl threw another kick Arron's way, determined to beat the shit out of the man for scaring him. Just before the third kick landed, someone was clearing their throat.

"Are you finished with your lovers quail?" the stranger asked, mildly amused.

Daryl froze mid-kick. Arron just laid on the floor in front of him, groaning from pain. Fuck, that was gonna bruise something farce.

"Weapons are to be left here," the man was saying, "and you're all required to submit to blood test. Those are the conditions of staying here."

Arron just curled tighter into himself, ignoring the rest. Fuck, he needed a minute, but it didn't seem like Daryl was going to let him have it. The young man was already pulling him up, forcing him to stand, hunched over in pain, one arm curled over his stomach, and the other curled around the man's shoulder. Every step hurt like a bitch, reminding him of the steel toes that attempted to puncture his stomach, not once but twice. Daryl had no pity for him, either. The younger man just dragged his sorry ass up the stairs taking 2 at a time. Fuck.

Besides the bloodletting at the beginning of their stay in the CDC, the stay wasn't so bad. Daryl had deposit his sorry ass onto a real bed and left him there. Off to go explore, Arron supposed, curling up on the twin mattress in the room. The room only had one bed, a small desk and a book shelf that looked to be covered in journals of some type. On a normal day, Arron would probably be flipping through them, wondering if they were someone's diary. However, right now, Arron just wanted the pain to go away. Maybe sleep for a bit. Yeah, sleep sounded nice. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, and there were no immediate threats. Yeah… sleep was good….

Arron was startled awake by a loud bang, groaning pain from the sudden jolt that came with fight or flight instincts. It took him a minute to remember he was in the CDC, another minute to find the source of the noise. In the door way stood Daryl, hair still dump with water, face cleanly shaved.

"'Ave you been drinkin'," Arron sleepily asked the man, voice a little rough and husky.

Daryl flushed a deeper red at the sound. "No," he lied as he moved into the room to lay next to Arron on the bed. The automatic door shut with a quiet click. Convenient, Arron thought even as he shifted his body to the side to give Daryl more room.

"Than why you so red?"

"'Cause 'm hot," Daryl mumbled, pressing his face into Arron's collar bone.

"Ah," Arron replied, breathlessly. There was a moment of silence where neither of them said anything, then Daryl was shifting again, trying to get comfortable. The bed simply wasn't big enough for both of them.

Arron frowned as Daryl moved the pillow, again, for the millionth time, getting frustrated with it. "Com' h'r'," the man said, pulling the younger into his arms, pressing the others chest against his, and resting his chin on damp hair. Daryl sighed contently, moving on arm up under their shared pillow, the other laying round Arron's waist.

Arron was almost asleep when Daryl was moving again, shaking him in the shoulder joints. Arron grunted in annoyance. "wha'?" he forced out.

"'m mad a' you."

"I know." Oh, he knew alright.

Silence, again. Then, Daryl was cuddling into Arron, mumbling, "I was scared."

Arron ran a hand through soft locks of brown hair, rubbing gently at the younger man's scalp. "I was too," he admitted in a whispered, turning his head to place his lips against Daryl's head, just resting. "but I'm here, Love." Daryl whimpered, clenching Arron's hip bone. "'M okay. 'M here." A soft sob echoed his words. Arron gently slid his hand from Daryl's hair, down over an ear, to curl around a smooth chin, lifting it. "I am with you," he whispered, looking the man in the eyes trying to project his sincerity, "I am alive."

Arron wasn't sure exactly what happen, or why it had happen, just one minute he was looking into his boy's eyes and the next their lips were meeting up. It was a hungry kiss, desperation spurring it on with teeth and tongue. Perhaps, Arron's last thought before the cloud of lust took over his mind, he was a sick mother fucker.

Daryl moaned when Arron's body rubbed against his, hands reaching out to pull on the man's clothes. Daryl didn't think, just reacted, completely willing to let Arron have his way. Maybe, it was the alcohol. Perhaps, it was being in a completely safe area for the first time in months. Either way, Daryl wanted Arron, and he sure the hell wasn't going to let the man go now.

Daryl woke with a groan. His whole body hurt from his scalp to his feet. Raising his hand to rub his eyes with his index and thumb, Daryl exhaustedly croaked out, "Wha' 'appen?" He blinked, dropping his hand to the pillow beside him, taking in the white ceiling above him. A minute later, his body was turning red in a full body blush as last night's events came back to him. He and Arron had… he almost didn't want to finish the thought. He was so embarrassed. He'd acted like such a wanton bitch last night, moaning and groaning as his body desperately rubbed against Arron's. Arron had said a lot of shit, too, that had him nearly cumming without any extra teasing. For fucks sake, he did cum when the man said he was being a "good boy" for him as the man bent him over at the waist, ass in the air. It was a new side of himself. He didn't know he could be such a whore. Daryl was groaning for a different reason this time, blanket rubbing against his hard on as the memories came crashing back to him. "Fuck." Daryl nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand snaked its way around his penis under the blanket.

"Fuck indeed," Arron chuckled, voice still rough from sleep. Daryl forgot he was still there, laying in the man's arms. "And it looks like, my boy is up for another round," Arron said pulling on the foreskin.

Daryl was a moaning mess in minutes. "Please…" he begged, "please, Pa…"

How could Arron say no?

Breakfast (At least, according to Dale's watch it was Breakfast, there wasn't any way to tell otherwise) was a satisfying affair for Arron. Daryl, of course, was scowling at him as the man sat a little awkwardly in his chair. All that was going through Arron's mind was, I did that. It was childish, he knew, but, damn, did he feel great thinking it. He felt light as a cloud, stress free and scared face scrunched up in a carefree cheerful manner. It felt like nothing could touch him… until Shane opened his mouth and his mood dropped lower than the 9th circle of hell.

"So, not to rain on the parade," Shane was saying.

But you gonna anyway, Arron thought, stabbing his fake eggs, violently shoving them into his mouth.

"But," Shane continued after putting his thoughts together, "where is everyone?"

That lead to an impromptu field trip into the huge area filled with technology Arron didn't even want to think about. He just wanted to go back to his eggs and bacon, back to enjoying watching Daryl squirm every time his gray eyes landed on the younger man.

Daryl was just glad no one seem to care one way or another what Arron and he were doing off in our own corner. It made hiding his slight limp in his stride easier to hide, though, Daryl suspect Glen noticed (Stupid Chinaman. At least, the boy didn't seem to care all too much as to why there was a limp, just mildly curious). Daryl half suspected the rough treatment during the act of sex itself was Arron's way of getting back at him for kicking the man when he was down. Not that Daryl regretted the kicks or the sex. It was just mildly annoying and thinking about how it all played out kind of hurt his male pride.

Daryl sent Arron a glare over his plate of food. That's okay, he promised himself, I'll get your ass back. Arron just sent him an amused grin, like the man could hear his thoughts and was trying to tell him to "do his worst."

All flirting aside, Daryl and Arron stood in the open space, now, looking around at all the computer screens and chairs. They had a bad feeling nagging at the corner of their minds. Arron's eyes zoned in on the red ticking clock that seemed to be a count down. He stared unblinking at the numbers, refusing to blink for three of the seconds counting down. Yep, he thought, already reaching out rough touch the man (his lover now?) beside him, hand sliding around the back of the neck, looking for grounding, totally counting down. Daryl spared him a glance, following Arron's glaze.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but what is that clock counting down?" Arron thought it was Dale who asked (look at him learning names). So, he wasn't the only one to notice.

"That?" the doctor (God damn it, Arron hissed mentally, what was his name?) replied off handedly, eyes flickering to the time clock in question. "Oh," the man paused, as if to think it over, "that just tells me how much time I have until the power runs out."

Something in the doctor's tone had someone else nervously asking, "And, what happens when the power runs out?"

Arron could feel the hairs on his arms stand up with that question, hand tightening on Daryl's neck to the point where Daryl had to pull his arm away before it bruised him.

"VI," Dr. Jenner shouted out to open air, "tell them, what happens when the power goes out?"

The electronic female voice of VI responded almost immediately, "Faculty wide decontamination."

"What?"

Arron really wasn't paying attention anymore, his blood was roaring in his ears. Arron already knew what 'decontamination' meant, already understood the reason for it, but he really wasn't planning to be here when it happen; never imagined being there when it happened. His body was turning, subconsciously, towards the door, hoping to make it before anyone realized what was going on, dragging Daryl along with him. Everything they brought with them was by the shutters they came in at as part as the 'deal' with Jenner. If they could make it there, then the rest will follow.

Except, they didn't make it to the doors before the asshole, Jenner, hit the lock down button. The whole group was panicking, Arron included.