the dead isn't the only thing that's rising in here [4/4]
anonymous
March 1 2010, 20:43:47 UTC
Matthew, on the other hand, had floundered a bit. His goal in life was to be an observer, to record important events and issues in history. He was the farthest thing from an action star or a dashing superhero and had been jealous (was still jealous) of the way Alfred could always easily fill the role.
However, Matthew was not completely useless. He was a decent shot when he needed to be, had become rather adept at swinging the hockey sticks he found at a sports store. His rudimentary skill in Japanese was critical in convincing two surviving tourists to leave their safe house and come with them (maybe Matthew would only maim Kiku now - after all, he was the one to teach him). While Alfred could sniff out a burger from a hundred feet, Matthew could pick apart any lie or half-truth, an invaluable skill to a journalist.
Which was why he had only lasted a day of denial and a night of interesting dreams before he gave up and admitted to himself that he wanted Alfred F. Jones. Not only as a friend and confidante, but as a lover.
Matthew wanted to die. Of all the times he could have picked to want his brains screwed out, he had to choose the time when he was literally wading through creatures that wanted to eat those delicious brains.
Not only was the timing horribly inconvenient, but so was the desired partner. Matthew was aware of his homosexuality, had known he was gay since he became an exchange student visiting the Netherlands and had a very awkward, late-night make-out session with the son of his sponsor family. The relationship had ended peaceably and he had returned home to become the butt of the jokes in school yet again. But what Matthew hadn’t known then was a new boy had moved to the area while he was gone and this boy hated bullies. Alfred protected him daily and had eventually become his best friend.
His very straight best friend, who was already gaining a reputation of being both a lady-killer and a playboy. Matthew had violently suppressed any physical attraction he had for Alfred and continued being friends with him, even coming out to him during their senior year.
Al was alright with it back then, Matthew remembered. He watched and pondered as Alfred cut a zombie in half, a clean, diagonal slice through the torso. Then, he sighed a little wistfully as Al turned back to give him a smirk and a wave before leaping back into the fray.
Beating a zombie down with his hockey stick, Matthew decided Alfred would not appreciate a kiss - or anything more - from him and that it was all for the best.
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Al, Matthew thought as he was shoved against the bathroom wall and soundly frenched, is probably bi.
It was two days since they had met again. Two nights since the plot behind the zombie infestation began to unravel. The helicopter would be arriving tomorrow and they only had hours to sort everything out. They really had to concentrate, to leave, to fight … not lock the restroom door and fuck each other senseless.
Alfred ground his hips against his and Matthew gasped, breaking the kiss and finding himself unable to complain. They were breathing heavily, Alfred’s hands gripping fistfuls of Matthew’s shirt and Matthew’s fingers threaded between Alfred’s hair. They were close, inches apart, but in that moment, the distance was much too far.
“I thought you were straight,” Matthew said calmly. His hair was likely mussed and his cheeks flushed. There was no use hiding his attraction now.
“I thought you didn’t like me that way!” Alfred snapped back before leaning down to bite his neck. Matthew’s breath hitched and he let out the most embarrassing whimper. That only encouraged Alfred and there wasn’t really much to say after that, as too much noise would attract more zombies.
It was good thing that Alfred had snatched a bottle of lube from the pharmacy when Matthew wasn’t looking. Otherwise, it would have been much harder fight off the zombies that came when they did. Loudly.
OTL Okay, so I never finished the game and I can't write porn. At least there's cameos?
However, Matthew was not completely useless. He was a decent shot when he needed to be, had become rather adept at swinging the hockey sticks he found at a sports store. His rudimentary skill in Japanese was critical in convincing two surviving tourists to leave their safe house and come with them (maybe Matthew would only maim Kiku now - after all, he was the one to teach him). While Alfred could sniff out a burger from a hundred feet, Matthew could pick apart any lie or half-truth, an invaluable skill to a journalist.
Which was why he had only lasted a day of denial and a night of interesting dreams before he gave up and admitted to himself that he wanted Alfred F. Jones. Not only as a friend and confidante, but as a lover.
Matthew wanted to die. Of all the times he could have picked to want his brains screwed out, he had to choose the time when he was literally wading through creatures that wanted to eat those delicious brains.
Not only was the timing horribly inconvenient, but so was the desired partner. Matthew was aware of his homosexuality, had known he was gay since he became an exchange student visiting the Netherlands and had a very awkward, late-night make-out session with the son of his sponsor family. The relationship had ended peaceably and he had returned home to become the butt of the jokes in school yet again. But what Matthew hadn’t known then was a new boy had moved to the area while he was gone and this boy hated bullies. Alfred protected him daily and had eventually become his best friend.
His very straight best friend, who was already gaining a reputation of being both a lady-killer and a playboy. Matthew had violently suppressed any physical attraction he had for Alfred and continued being friends with him, even coming out to him during their senior year.
Al was alright with it back then, Matthew remembered. He watched and pondered as Alfred cut a zombie in half, a clean, diagonal slice through the torso. Then, he sighed a little wistfully as Al turned back to give him a smirk and a wave before leaping back into the fray.
Beating a zombie down with his hockey stick, Matthew decided Alfred would not appreciate a kiss - or anything more - from him and that it was all for the best.
[¬º-°]¬
Al, Matthew thought as he was shoved against the bathroom wall and soundly frenched, is probably bi.
It was two days since they had met again. Two nights since the plot behind the zombie infestation began to unravel. The helicopter would be arriving tomorrow and they only had hours to sort everything out. They really had to concentrate, to leave, to fight … not lock the restroom door and fuck each other senseless.
Alfred ground his hips against his and Matthew gasped, breaking the kiss and finding himself unable to complain. They were breathing heavily, Alfred’s hands gripping fistfuls of Matthew’s shirt and Matthew’s fingers threaded between Alfred’s hair. They were close, inches apart, but in that moment, the distance was much too far.
“I thought you were straight,” Matthew said calmly. His hair was likely mussed and his cheeks flushed. There was no use hiding his attraction now.
“I thought you didn’t like me that way!” Alfred snapped back before leaning down to bite his neck. Matthew’s breath hitched and he let out the most embarrassing whimper. That only encouraged Alfred and there wasn’t really much to say after that, as too much noise would attract more zombies.
It was good thing that Alfred had snatched a bottle of lube from the pharmacy when Matthew wasn’t looking. Otherwise, it would have been much harder fight off the zombies that came when they did. Loudly.
OTL Okay, so I never finished the game and I can't write porn. At least there's cameos?
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And the ending, it's funny and realistic (When I watch zombie movies I always thought "come on, you're having sex when zombies are outside!")
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never finished the game either
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