You are what eats you

[Gabe619]

Name: Danny Kennedy
Age: 19
Height: 5'7"
Hair: short and blond
Eyes: Hazel/Green
Build: Toned swimmers body



He ran, oh, how he ran. Above him storm clouds gathered as a chill wind cut through him. Under his feet the hard concrete of the sidewalk made his ankles ache. But then considering what he had been through the last few weeks simply being alive was a god send.

His once designer clothing now looked dirty and torn, his face and exposed skin bruised and scraped. His hair, usually always clean and the close cut was now unruly and oily. He was a mess, but he was alive. For now.

Behind him he could hear the sounds of his pursuers catching up and he was almost dead on his feet. He vaulted a low wall and hunkered down, hoping they hadn't seen him, trying to get his breath back. It annoyed him that once he had considered himself physically fit, filled with stamina, at the peak of his youth. And yet now, after weeks of running, hiding, scrounging for food in the decaying city he was soul weary and tired, his eyes dark ringed.

As he sat there, his breathing slowly getting back to normal from the panting gasps of moments before, Danny considered his life. Once, less than a month ago, he had been the handsome star swimming champ of his school. Adored by girls, loved by his teachers and parents, admired by friends and classmates. Now here he was, hiding in the rubbish strewn streets of his home city, cowering in fear from what hunted him.

He still didn't know what had happened, it had all been so fast. He remembered being on a school field trip in the city. The bus had overturned and he had been knocked out. When he came to it was to find himself in a horror story he couldn't seem to wake from. Blood had been dripping onto his face and when he looked for the cause he found his best friend who had been sitting next to him, now laying over him, with his throat torn out. As Danny had pushed himself out from under the dead boy he saw that more bodes filled the bus. Teachers, students. Kicking out a window he had slid out of the wrecked bus to the street only to find it in as much disarray as his bus. Bodies lay everywhere, smoke from burning cars, burning buildings, filled the air and he could see nothing moving. No animals, no people, only the wind seemed to have a home here.

But he had been wrong. Something else lived here, something terrible, something drawn to warm, fresh blood. They had found him that first night as he hid in a deserted shop eating candy bars. And he felt like they had been chasing him constantly from then on.

Danny jumped as a low moan filled the air by his head and a decaying hand covered in green and brown mottled skin landed on his shoulder. He kicked away from the wall he had been leaning against only to trip over a fallen bicycle and land flat on his back, looking up at the face of death. He screamed, he was way beyond trying to be brave by now, and tried to backpedal as fast as he could, but even as he did so more forms appeared to finally surround him. Dead people, decaying people, men, women, oh God, even children. He felt tears fill his eyes as they slowly moved in on him, in their unseeing eyes he saw the hunger, heard it in their moans and groans. Danny Kennedy closed his eyes and waited for death.

 

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Name: Pete McComb
Age: 40
Height: 6'
Hair: super short, brown
Eyes: Brown
Build: muscular, athletic (think linebacker)

Pete, Officer McComb, had been on the front lines when the shit hit the fan. It had started as a domestic disturbance call - assumed some sort of family dispute in a trailer park just inside his assigned patrol. Crack or something, they were going crazy biting and clawing like animals until he'd had to drop three Caucasian males and one female. He hadn't discharged his weapon with lethal intent in nearly ten years but coated in blood and coming right at him - it had been self defense. Following protocol he radioed it in and waited at the scene to give a statement and likely be temporarily suspended pending investigation. Patrol never had a chance, an all units call went out for a full scale riot downtown.

He kitted up in his shiny new riot gear and floored it - running headlong into the fray just before sunset the first day just after deadly force had been authorized. Seventeen days after his first kill and he was running low on ammunition, food and water... Not to mention sanity. He hadn't seen another living person in the city for three days, a young girl who he had tried to escort from an abandoned house three blocks away to a convenience store he'd secured after getting separated from the rest of the unit.

Less than a week into the siege it had become pretty damn clear what they were dealing with. Fucking zombies.

It was a fluke he'd noticed the kid as soon as he did - followed by a pretty large group of undead. He'd vaulted the half wall between the street and the parking lot and gotten himself pinned down, he didn't look bit yet but Pete knew if he didn't step in it wouldn't be long before he was dinner. That wasn't gonna happen if he could help it, his oath to protect and serve might mean shit in a dead city but it wasn't right to just watch someone die.

The glass across the front had been destroyed and Pete had managed to get the cage-barrier down to hold the beasts off, he'd taken to sleeping behind the counter where bullet proof glass and a thick steel door offered about as much protection as he could ask for should they breach the metal cage. Pete crouched at one corner of what was once the front door, he leveled his .45 at one of the two that had the kid pinned down and loudly said; "I'm gonna fire two shots, as soon as you hear the second one get your ass in gear and run to the employee door at the back of the store. Lock it behind you."

He didn't wait for a response, only squeezed the trigger and blew the top off the biggest fucker's head off before taking aim at the second.

 

[Gabe619]

The voice seemed to come out of nowhere, but faced with certain death Danny wasn't going to argue. As the first shot blew the zombies head off, covering Danny in gunk, he kicked off the claw of another zombie trying to grab his arm. The second shot shattered the silence and Danny was off.

He jumped to his feet and sprinted toward the back of the store. behind him he could hear the growls and moans of the pursuing zombies as they tried to decide where to go first, toward where the shots had come from, or after him. Most seemed to go for the easy option and lurched after him.

Luckily as the mans voice had said, the employees door was unlocked. Danny slipped inside, slammed the door shut behind him and locked it, throwing the dead bolt to make sure. He slowly backed away from the door, his eyes focused on it, the fear still obvious in his expression. Suddenly the door rocked as something hit it hard. Luckily it was solid and despite a few more solid whacks from outside the door didn't budge an inch.

Sighing in relief , Danny made his way slowly and carefully to the front of the store. It was quite dark in here, no electric as the power plant had gone off line weeks ago. Only the daylight from outside gave any illumination.

"Hello?"

He called to his rescuer, his eyes scanning trying to find the man.

 

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Pete took down three more before - the last one falling as he heard the door slam. Only couple more maintained interest in the front of the store, maybe a half dozen others followed the kid to the backdoor but he'd been pretty sure it would hold off more than the front security gate. "Shut up." He gasped, standing up from the end of the counter where he'd been shooting. Quick on his feet for a big guy, he ran to the narrow hallway between the counter and the rest of the store - the cooler to one side and a small bathroom and manager's office on the other.

"Come on, get away from the door. If it breaks you're gonna want to be somewhere safe." He grabbed the kid by his torn shirt and pulled him away from the door. The kid seemed pretty dazed, understandably, but he had to check him over. Couldn't have another close call like he'd had with the last person he tried to have. "I'm just checking you over, nothing funny." He grunted, shoving the young man into the protected area behind the register and letting the door lock behind them.

Without another word, Pete started checking him for bites at the head and neck. "Full body check, kid."

 

[Gabe619]

Confused, scared, head spinning, Danny went along for the ride on autopilot. Half of him was relieved to be away from the zombies, the other half was worried about this new threat, this man. At least he seemed normal, the first normal person Danny had met since this began, but he also seemed dominant, in charge.

Holding his hands up to show he wouldn't do anything to stop the big man, Danny looked around the room they were in. The lock clicking on the door when it had closed had his heartrate up again, there was no way out other than through the man who seemed about to search him, and search him thoroughly to. never having been in trouble with the police before Danny had always had the utmost respect for them. This officer, in what remained of his body armor and uniform, scared him.

He made eye contact with the big, muscular man, his expression nervous, his face pale, his body quivering slightly. The difference in their builds, in their ages, almost instantly put Danny onto the back foot. His old taught manners couldn't help but resurface slightly.

"I'm Danny." He began, hoping to calm the man down a little. "Danny Kennedy, Sir. Thank you for rescuing me."

 

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Coherent speech was a good sign. Pete lifted the young man's shirt and shucked off one black leather glove, running it over his skin for any sign of injury or infection. In the world a few weeks ago he would have flashed his badge, but it seemed kind of a moot point anymore. "Officer Pete McComb." He replied casually, opening the front of his pants and sweeping his palm across any bare skin before crouching down and sweeping over his legs. "What's left of the 53rd precinct as far as I can tell." He stood up with a loud grunt, offering his hand for a proper greeting.

"Glad you're not bit, kid."

The area behind the counter looked like it was set up for a pretty strong defense, a decent stockpile of food for another week or so and a few gallons of water took the far end, a police issue shotgun and box of shells rested on the counter to back up the .45 he'd already tucked back in his holster and a plastic cup half full of cigarette butts and ash sat at the end with the best view of the parking lot. "First live one I've seen in a few days... first one that wasn't bit in a couple weeks."

 

[Gabe619]

"Good to ... good to meet you, Officer." Danny stuttered, a little shocked and taken aback by the mans easy way of handling him.

It wasn't every day that Danny let a guy touch him up, but then he knew the fear that caused the mans paranoia. Once bitten a person would turn, it was inevitable. Danny had seen it happen, spying from hiding as zombies had fed.

He stood there for a moment, half naked, his shirt slowly dropping back over his toned chest, his pants open and down around his ankles. The cold air on his warm skin finally brought him back to the land of the living and he quickly reached down and grabbed his jeans, pulling them up over his hairless, smooth, toned calves and thighs. He didn't have any hair on his body, except his head of course, it only added drag in the water when swimming. Most people would have noticed immediately, at the very least looked curious, but Officer McComb had simply, but very businesslike, searched him from top to tail and not raised an eyebrow. Danny supposed, in the world as it now was, a young hairless boy wasn't so odd at all.

"Looks like you, hm, have a pretty good bolt hole here." Danny waved at the shotgun, the provision and the solid walls and door. He tried to keep his tone light, but considering what had almost just happened fear and uncertainty edged into the tone.

 

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Any other time, the officer would have noticed and appreciated greatly... But between being on edge and attempting to maintain what procedure he bothered with, it wasn't yet on the radar.

Pete watched him belt his pants back up and nodded at his words; "Not bad, hoping to find better a bit further out in the city." He sat down heavily on a battered chair that had been in the manager's office prior to his liberating it. Figuring the kid would want to stick with him, and hell he could use the company, he explained; "Running low on ammo and haven't gotten any radio communication on any band in two weeks."

He pulled out a city map with several strategic locations marked from days of nothing better to do than drink and jerk off while he waited for a rescue or the world to end - whichever came first. "Two gun shops in the area - downtown and out here as you head towards the heights." He gestured at the map with a calloused hand where an 'x' sat at undefined crossroads. "Worked the area a few years back, mostly rich folks that probably wouldn't have done much looting. Chances are the neighborhood is fucked as everywhere else but we may be able to get some ammo..." He paused, looking the guy over a brief moment before adding; "And a weapon for you."

He shrugged and knocked a cigarette out of a half gone pack of Malboros, "Assuming we can make it there. Mind if I smoke?"

 

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Danny shook his head to the Officers question. He didn't smoke himself, but he didn't care right now if the man who had saved his life wanted to light up. His eyes went to the map, to the spot where Pete had pointed, and he went quiet.

"I live up there." He finally said, his mind on his family and what he might see if he went back to the large house his parents owned.

The Officer was right, it was well to do families up there on the heights and Danny's family had been pretty well off. He had always had anything he wanted in life, spoiled I suppose some people would say, but it had not turned his head. He had always tried to be nice to people less well off than he. He certainly wasn't a snob.

"I know a gun store not far from my house. Dad gets .... used to get, his ammunition there for his hunting trips." Danny explained. He looked to the Officer and shrugged in a silent apology. "I'm afraid I've never fired a gun in my life, Sir, unless you count a lot of hours on my computer with first person shooters."

He found another chair and lowered himself into it, actually groaning in pleasure to take the weight off for a moment. His stomach growled at him and he looked at Pete sheepishly. Once again he noticed the difference in their sizes. Where as Pete was big, muscular, powerful looking, Danny knew that he looked wimpy compared to the Police Officer. He wasn't of course, he was proud of his body, but standing next to the Officer anyone would think the boy a shadow of Pete.

 

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Tapping the unlit cigarette against the map, Pete nodded slowly as he took in the kid's words. Going back might be an issue, it meant probably seeing what was left of neighbors - maybe even family or friends, familiar haunts. Silent for a long moment, he lit the cigarette and took a long draw - studying his new friend. He didn't expect much, kids these days didn't go hunting with their old man or even get a BB gun... but times had changed in the last few weeks and it was never too late to learn.

"Guns are easy." Pete exhaled with a loud sigh, "At close range - point and pull the trigger. Further away? Don't bother - leave it to someone that knows what they're doing." He gestured toward the shotgun with the cigarette perched between his fingers; "Carry it for backup - you get pinned down, put a slug in it and try not to die. Packs a hell of a punch if you don't brace it, but you'll learn what you need to know when it's a little closer to time to get out of here."

He took another long drag and then gestured toward his stockpile. "Help yourself to the food, it's not the good stuff but some jerky and water will keep you going, right?"

The move weighed heavily on him, and he tried to think clearly as he stared down at the map. Were he alone, it'd be a no-brainer... more ammo means longer life. But it wasn't fair to drag the guy back to his neighborhood. The officer looked back up at him as he tore into some food, probably hadn't eaten in a couple days looking at him... young, scared, probably didn't have a clue how to dig in and wait. If they were gonna go, the decision would be on him alone - the young man would undoubtedly follow.

A funny thought struck him and he laughed under his breath, shaking his head. "Huh, guess you're the first cadet in the city's hardest training program yet."

 

[Gabe619]

Danny tucked into the food, what there was of it. As he took a deep gulp from some bottled water he listened to the Police Officer and shrugged, giving the man a nervous grin. He didn't really realise it but the bravdo he used to always have, the easy going, can handle anything attitude of his school days had gone, maybe for good. Right now Danny Kennedy was living on adrenaline and luck, both of which would eventually run out.

Pete was his lifeline. If he stuck with the cop then he would survive, or at least stand a hell of a lot better chance. His eyes flicked to the shotgun, looking it over, feeling its brutal power from is sleek design. He loved FPS games on his PC, loved running around killing bad guys with weapons just like that shotgun, now he'd get to use the real thing. He remembered a line from the Vin Deisal film XXX about starting to think more Playstation that real world. It brought a small smile to his face, the first for a long time. Maybe all those hours bllowing terrorists away on his computer wouldn't be a total loss afterall.

He finished the pack of jerky, his stomach complaining, but full. Then he stood and walked over to the shotgun, picking it up, examining it. It felt a little heavy, but not to bad. He hefted it, yeah, he could use this. He glanced over at the seated Police Officer again, realising he needed this man to tell him what to do. This alien world that had once been so familiar, left him clueless. Probably the same story for Pete, but he at least acted confident.

"So what now, Sir? It'll be dark soon. They mostly come at night ... mostly."

 

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Pete stubbed out the last half of his cigarette in the increasingly full plastic cup and put a meaty hand around the barrel of the shotgun - removing it from Danny's grasp and setting it back on the counter where it could be easily grabbed should shit go suddenly south. "Now..." He grunted, getting up from the battered chair; "We're locked down. We're safe here, even if they make it through the gate at the front or the back door there's no way they'll make it through a two inch steel door and bullet proof glass."

He stripped off his heavy riot vest and gloves, setting them on the floor beside a stack of dirty magazines. He'd been smart enough to grab his gym bag and emergency kit from the trunk of his patrol car when he got the shotgun - nearly got killed in the process, but he figured things worked out with the number of times the shotgun had gotten him out of deep shit and the supplies it contained. His shock blanket was stretched across the floor covering most of the back area, a shiny silver emergency blanket from the convenience store's first aid kit pushed against the counter beside it. The nights were getting colder and even a bear of a man like himself needed the warmth. "Tonight we hunker down here - try to get some rest. At sunrise we'll get out of here and start making our way across town. There's no telling how long it will take to get back over there."

The older man sighed, looking him over again. He was in pretty sorry shape, clearly could use some sleep and a little bit of comfort. He slid his gym bag across the floor with his foot - striking the guy in the feet. "There's some sweats in there - probably a few sizes too big but for tonight they'll get the job done. I'm sure we'll be able to get some warm clothes that fit you on the way." Nestled in the open bag was a police issue sweatsuit and half empty bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Make yourself at home, kid."

 

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Danny smiled his thanks and rummaged through the gym bag and pulled out the sweats. Having spent years in athletics meant he had no shyness over changing in front of the Police Officer. And began to pull his torn and dirty tshirt off. His muscles ached though and he winced as his arms got above his head. He finally got his shirt off though and then unbuckled his jeans again and slid them down and off, followed by his dirty boxers.

Standing naked he actually felt cleaner than he had done in weeks, now the dirty clothes were off his skin. Feeling the soft material of the sweats he began pulling them on as he spoke to Pete.

"I'll try not be to much of a burdeon for you, Officer, but I can't thank you enough for what you did. I'll do whatever you say, you don't have to worry about me getting in your way when we're outside, I promise."

 

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Something about the young man's ease of letting him take charge got to him, maybe it was just because he hadn't so close to a living soul since the shit hit the fan but it was damn nice. Pete watched casually at the unashamed way the young man stripped down in front of him - not putting on a show, but clearly aware that he would be seen as he exposed his lean, athletic body. He was smooth, his muscles toned and ready in that space between a boy and a man that could get a less careful man in a heap of trouble.

Without even realizing it, he licked his lips as Danny's shorts cleared his thighs - his flaccid dick rising slightly with the caress of fabric when he pulled up the sweats and cinched them tight. With a hard swallow, he forced himself back to reality. "It's fine... Danny, right? Just don't be stupid and we'll get along fine."

He shifted on his feet and then sank down on the blanket on his back, resting his head against a large back of rolling tobacco he'd turned into a makeshift pillow. The close quarters were bound to get interesting, while it had been a while since he'd been in the same room with another person that wasn't dead - it'd been a whole lot longer since he was alone with a guy that made his pulse rise. "How old are you kid?" He looked up at him from the floor, under the guise of making small talk; "Got a wife or a girlfriend?"

 

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"No wife." Danny laughed, feeling happier than he could remember since the disaster had happened. He felt safe at last in this mans presence. "I'm 19, to young to marry yet."

He grinned and lay down next to Pete on the blanket, the confined space meaning he couldnt give the big man much room. The sweats felt great on his skin, soft, smooth. They felt even better when they stroked over his cock, which twitched and got semi hard as he shifted for a comfortable position. He blushed a little, but figured the baggy sweat pants would hide it from the Officer.

"Had a girlfriend, Sally Evans, but ...." He paused and shrugged. It felt odd to be spouting stuff about his private life to a man he didn't know, but then he felt Pete would understand. "I don't know, even before this something wasn't right between us. I mean the sex was good." Danny laughed. "But I always felt something was missing."

He shrugged again and lay back, arms crossed beneath his head looking up at the ceiling.

"Always felt more comfortable around other guys. I don't understand women."

 

[wenstrand]

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He grunted a soft chuckle as the younger man explained his situation, enjoying the casual companionship he offered readily. They were both working on shot nerves, too little sleep and too much fear.

"Hey, I was married at eighteen, straight out of high school and into the school of hard knocks. Lasted fifteen years." He shook his head, "But I wouldn't say I understand women." He rolled up onto his side with a soft sigh effort; facing the younger man. "Men either for that matter." After a long, awkward silence, he added; "Guess now that the city's gone to shit making sense of people doesn't seem so important."

He reached out tentatively and rested his palm on the boy's waist. He practically swam in the dark blue fleece and it somehow made him look even more vulnerable and small. Like the first week cadets that washed out before the real training had started. Pete had a problem with cadets - with young, impressionable men that would listen to anything he said. Go figure the city melting down would only bring it back in full force.

"Though a good lay is always a terrible thing to lose." He patted Danny gently, purposefully lingering - waiting for him to pull away at the subtle yet easy to deny suggestion. "How good are talking?"

 

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Danny smiled at Petes comment. He didn't really pay much attention to the mans hand on his waist until he patted it. Then the underlieing meaning in the Officers words sank in. Or was he reading the wrong things into a casual friendly gesture. Danny gulped and blushed a little, but didn't move away.

He wasn't gay he told himself, had never lusted after guys. And yet right here right now, with this older man who seemed so powerful, so in command, he felt oddly reluctant to upset him. Besides if Pete threw him out he knew he would die in a day. The only thing between him and certain death was this man lying before him, watching him with that steady stare.

Pete's hand felt heavy on his slim waist, but it also felt good, it felt real, in a world where everything that had been real and permenant was now dust and fire. Danny figured this was a new start, in a world where the old rules no longer existed, and yet it was hard to let go of the old ways. Boys weren't supposed to want other men, right? I mean thats what the Church said wasn't it? And his parents had made sure he went to Church every Sunday. But then how many times had he heard in the news about a Priest being arrested for abusing a young boy, so what did it matter what the Church said, right? All this went through his head in a couple of seconds.

"Sally was ok ... I mean for sex?" Danny stuttered, assuming Pete was asking if she had been a good lay. "She let me do things, but she was a virgin, so we never .... you know."

 

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The soft flush of weak skin wasn't lost on Pete's trained eyes, he was heard loud and clear but the boy stilled, barely a half a foot away from him. He couldn't help but smile at the thought, "What about you... you ever, you know... do it with someone else?"

The large man shifted back against the blanket - feeling the uneven poured cement floor digging into him through the thin layer. It was gonna be nice to get a change of pace from the narrow slice of linoleum between the register and the expansive rack of cigarettes behind the counter. Sure, it might not be as safe or stocked but chances were the gun shop at least had some sort of gun cage they could crash in for a day or two before moving on to whatever the next step was... long term plans weren't exactly on the radar yet. He still held out some shred of hope that the national guard or someone was coming to lock down the city.

"Sorry if it's a bit personal, I'm a curious man." He shifted again, subtly popping open the button of his pants, his patrol uniform was already smelling of sweat and gore and fear - but he kept it on just in case someone needed to know he was someone to stick close to in an emergency situation. With a curious smile, he fished out the open bottle of Jack and took a sip off the bottle before holding it out to Danny. "And stories are about all I got these days."

 

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Danny took the bottle and upended it, taking a swig, trying to be manly in front of his saviour. Unfortunately the hardest alcohol Danny had ever had was a stolen beer when at a family friends BBQ. The JD slid down his throat like liquid fire and his face went red as he began to cough, pushing the bottle back into Pete's hands in case he dropped it. After a few minutes he got his breath back, but looked at Pete with embarrassment.

"Sorry." He mumbled wiping tears from his eyes. "Went down the wrong hole is all." He tried to explain the coughing fit away.

He lay on his side again, head propped on one hand, breathing easier and smiled hesitantly. He noticed the mans pants had open at the top, but not when it had happened. He figured Pete was just making himself comfortable for the night. But it still get his attention as his eyes fixed on the open button and the gap now showing there. He suddenly remembered Petes earlier question and flushed anew.

"I almost did it with Jessica Beeching once, last year, at her families beach house. But that asshole Branden came onto her and I didn't see her again all weekend." Danny muttered as if Pete would know these names. He hated admitting to the fact he was actually a virgin, especially as he was this hot swimming star.

It was true he did get hit on a lot by both girls and boys, men and women, but when they realised their attention only made him uncomfortable and nervous they left him. He had girlfriends, sure, would be weird not to be able to take a date to a school dance or something, but nothing ever came of it and he never got past first base with any of them. He didn't want this hard, wordly man to think less of him because he hadn't managed to get in a girls panties and he was 19.

 

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The older man hid a chuckle behind a light cough as he stumbled and wiped away his bitter tears. Damn if he didn't remember his first hard drink and Danny had taken it far better than he did. He didn't want the boy drunk, that'd just be wrong, but there was something to be said about bonding over a slug of the hard stuff.

Laying nearly belly to belly, he couldn't help but seem to loom over the young man. Knowing full and well he was being watched, Pete made a show of rocking his shoulders and hips to find a comfortable position - splaying open the fly to show off his bunched up boxers. "Yeah, that happens sometimes." He smiled innocently enough, "But... sometimes when you want something you just got to move in and take it - right?" His smile twisted slightly, taking on a somewhat predatory tilt as he pushed an inch closer on the blanket. "I guess that's what this whole zombie business has busted us down to... you need it, you take it. Survival."

 

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An uneasy feeling began to slowly slip over Danny. The tone, the atmosphere now had an edge that hadn't been there a minute ago. He watched Pete trying to find a comfortable spot on the hard floor next to him, seeing his pants open further showing his boxers. Danny's eyes went up to meet the Police Officers and he felt a wave of fear course through him again. Something in those eyes had gone from kind to predatory ... and Danny began to fear he was the prey.

"I guess." He stuttered an answer to Pete's statement about taking what you wanted. "I guess to stay alive you have to do things you wouldn't normally do."

The boy hoped that if he placated Pete by agreeing with him he might back off some. Danny realised he had precious little room to move where he was and Pete now had him pretty much wedged into the space where he had lay down the blanket.

"But we're still who we are, right? I mean, your still a Police Officer, protect and serve, right?" Danny asked hopefully feeling the heat radiating from Pete body now it was so close.

 

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Pete nodded slowly, sure... sure he was still an officer of the law... would be until the day he died, but he was also a man with very limited outlets and a growing need. It hadn't stopped him from convincing cadets and the occasional college boy that got busted racing or smoking dope that life was a might bit easier when you were willing to consider the options.

"Of course." He replied easily, resting his hand on the gentle rise of the young man's hip - his thick fingers teasing over the waistband of the loose fitting sweats. "I don't wear this uniform for shits and giggles, kid - even after the last couple weeks of hell I'd protect a civilian to the ends of the earth... like I'm protecting you."

He didn't mean to scare the boy, but he could feel his athletic muscles tense as things became a bit more clear. He couldn't help the way his uneasy look and innocence was already making his cock stir at the thought of what he wanted to do... what he was holding back. "Could be just you and me for a long time, Danny." His thumb dipped under the thick waistband, feeling his warm skin underneath. "I need to know that we can trust each other."

 

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Danny shivered at Pete's touch, looking down at where his fingers caressed his hip and his thumb had slipped under the waistband on the sweat pants. His body flushed at the touch, it was obvious now what Pete wanted to keep Danny safe, the question was could Danny give it to him. He swallowed hard, his body shivering as he closed his eyes. Survival, thats what it boiled down to. If he was going to live he needed Pete.

"You can trust me, Pete. Honest." He finally said slowly, his gaze submissive now as he knew what he had to do, even if he didn't want to. "I'll Do anything you say."

His fingers slowly reached out to touch Petes arm, stroking slowly up and down, not knowing what to do, but knowing this would go easier on him if he surrendered. Afterall he got a feeling Pete would take what he wanted, and Danny couldn't stand up to this man even in his wildest dreams. He let his fingers trail down to Petes pants, trying not to look at the Police Officer. He gulped again as they felt the material of his boxers, then slowly he began to pull the zipper down on the mans pants to reveal more of his underwear and a flash of his skin.

 

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The large man nodded slowly at his words, "Nothing weird." He replied quietly, he'd been through the routine before - he always had the luxury of picking the young guys that would be curious, with nothing to lose in trying something new. This boy... he was a bit of a wild card, it was hard to tell if he was reluctant but interested or only doing it because of the threat - and Pete wasn't entirely sure it mattered anymore. The lines had blurred pretty damn easy.

He gripped Danny's wrist gently as he pulled away from his zipper, guiding his fingers against the growing bulge in his shorts. "Tell me if you want to stop, I'll understand." He knows the boy won't stop, won't say anything even if he was uncomfortable - it was a matter of pride if nothing else. "Guess I'm a bit excited." He chuckled slightly, letting up on the young man's wrist to give him the final say - working his uniform pants down to the middle of his hips and taking the boxers with them, allowing his thick length to push up from between his thighs in a nest of short dark curls. "I don't do this a lot."