Our Beginning (001 OTP/RileyCholo)
Title: Our Beginning
Fandom: Land Of The Dead
Characters: Riley Denbo/Cholo DeMora
Prompt: #001 OTP
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: My first fully finished LotD fic! OMGYEY! ^^ I'm been shipping this pairing so hard ever since the first time I saw the movie, but unfortunately there is a lack of ficcage to be had. So here's my addition to the body count fics! (Pre-movie, SLASH: Riley/Cholo)
Riley Denbo had no idea what would happen when he first met his cocky future-second-in-command. He had shaken the kid's hand, then turned back to his job. That was an hour ago, but it seemed like a lifetime as Riley raced across town in his jeep. "Cholo, talk to me!" He yelled into the walkie talkie, ignoring the tremor in his voice and hand. "Cholo!" He screamed when there was no response.
"R-riley?" A trembling voice came back, a shadow of the voice Riley had met.
"Cholo, you holed up somewhere?"
"I got into the bathroom and locked it. They haven't figured it out yet."
"Okay, just hang tight. I'll be there as fast as I can."
"He's dead, Riley. I'm so sorry, he's dead," Cholo sobbed, far too loudly.
"It's okay, Cholo, just stay quiet so they don't find you, okay?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Cholo began rambling, repeating 'sorry' over and over again. He was about to have a complete breakdown, Riley could hear it in his voice.
"Cholo! Stop! Calm down! I am just a few blocks away, I'll have you out of there in a minute." But when Riley released the button, he heard a loud crash come from the other end, accompanied by a wordless shout from Cholo. Riley's blood ran cold. "Cholo?!" He took a corner too sharply and gunned it, only a straight shot from the gas station where Cholo had gone with Denis.
"Riley!" Cholo screamed in hysteria, and gunshots echoed tinnily from the small speaker. Riley dropped the walkie to the seat beside him and slammed on the breaks in front of the station. He put it in park, killed the engine and pulled out his gun.
A motorbike was overturned out front, and the body of Denis, who had been Riley's second-in-command, was draped over it. His blue eyes stared glassily at Riley as two Stenches hollowed out his torso, too absorbed in their meal to bother with the newcomer. Riley cooly leveled his gun at the skull of one and pulled the trigger. It hadn't even collapsed to the ground before he shot the other as well. His gun lowered slowly and he swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes locked on Denis'. "I'm sorry." He whispered, then turned away quickly and ran around to the back of the gas station.
A small window set high in the brick led Riley to Cholo's hiding spot. Gun flashes sparkled in the frosted glass. Riley grabbed a nearby barrel and balanced precariously on top of it. "Cholo?" The gunshots stopped, but the moaning of the Stenches still echoed from within the building. "Cholo, it's Riley." A dark pair of eyes filled a small crack in the bottom of the window where it was open.
"Riley?" The younger man didn't seem to believe him.
"Yeah, it's me. Stand back and cover yourself, I'm breaking the window," The eyes disappeared, and after a moment, Riley drove his elbow into the window, shattering it.
He knew this was a dumb idea. Hell, more than once he'd told his own men to just walk away. Too dangerous. But something about this kid, for all his bravado, had gotten under Riley's skin. Maybe it was the fact that he'd seemed so vulnerable, so desperate for Riley's help, that the older man found it impossible to turn away. Maybe it was the way Cholo had mourned Denis, despite having just met him. It was so rare to see that in a world where death had soaked into their skins and heads and hearts. Most just shook it off. Riley included.
Or maybe, and this was only said in a small voice so far in the back of his brain Riley probably didn't even hear it, that handshake had sparked in both of them something they thought long dead. Like hope.
Riley grabbed Cholo around the waist and carefully guided him to the ground. After both had brushed the glass from their clothes Riley clapped a hand on the back of Cholo's neck and looked him in the eyes. "You okay?" Cholo just nodded, eyes too bright and mouth in a tight line. "Alright, let's get out of here." Riley led Cholo back the way he had come, toward his jeep. They turned the corner cautiously and saw a straight shot to the vehicle. "It's clear," Riley had cleared the front corner of the building when the Stench flew out of nowhere, slobbering and chomping at Riley's neck. Riley dropped his gun as both hands went up, one to the former-man's throat and the other to his forehead. It strained against his grasp, arms flailing uselessly. Suddenly, a shot ran out, and the body dropped where it stood, missing one side of it's skull. Riley looked over and saw Cholo frozen, gun raised and smoking and eyes dark with something that pulled at Riley's heart. After a moment he stooped to pick up his gun and stashed it in his belt as he carefully walked over to the Latino. "Cholo?" The man remained poised, body taut like a trigger. Riley gently put a hand over the raised gun and pressed down. Cholo lowered his arm, blinked, and seemed to breathe for the first time in a while. He looked up at Riley, expression unsure.
"You okay?" He asked in a breathy voice, echoing Riley's earlier question. Riley, for his part could only nod numbly. Cholo smiled, but it was weak and quivering. "Let's get out of here."
Riley nodded again, and put an arm around Cholo's shoulders as he led him to the Jeep.
When they got back, Cholo wordlessly followed Riley to his apartment and kissed him senseless once the door closed. They stripped each other silently by the moonlight, and when Riley slid into Cholo up to the hilt it was a mercy. The wordless cries Cholo keened as Riley rode him broke the older man's heart. After, Riley held Cholo tightly until sunrise.
Fandom: Land Of The Dead
Characters: Riley Denbo/Cholo DeMora
Prompt: #001 OTP
Word Count: 1,000
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: My first fully finished LotD fic! OMGYEY! ^^ I'm been shipping this pairing so hard ever since the first time I saw the movie, but unfortunately there is a lack of ficcage to be had. So here's my addition to the body count fics! (Pre-movie, SLASH: Riley/Cholo)
Riley Denbo had no idea what would happen when he first met his cocky future-second-in-command. He had shaken the kid's hand, then turned back to his job. That was an hour ago, but it seemed like a lifetime as Riley raced across town in his jeep. "Cholo, talk to me!" He yelled into the walkie talkie, ignoring the tremor in his voice and hand. "Cholo!" He screamed when there was no response.
"R-riley?" A trembling voice came back, a shadow of the voice Riley had met.
"Cholo, you holed up somewhere?"
"I got into the bathroom and locked it. They haven't figured it out yet."
"Okay, just hang tight. I'll be there as fast as I can."
"He's dead, Riley. I'm so sorry, he's dead," Cholo sobbed, far too loudly.
"It's okay, Cholo, just stay quiet so they don't find you, okay?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Cholo began rambling, repeating 'sorry' over and over again. He was about to have a complete breakdown, Riley could hear it in his voice.
"Cholo! Stop! Calm down! I am just a few blocks away, I'll have you out of there in a minute." But when Riley released the button, he heard a loud crash come from the other end, accompanied by a wordless shout from Cholo. Riley's blood ran cold. "Cholo?!" He took a corner too sharply and gunned it, only a straight shot from the gas station where Cholo had gone with Denis.
"Riley!" Cholo screamed in hysteria, and gunshots echoed tinnily from the small speaker. Riley dropped the walkie to the seat beside him and slammed on the breaks in front of the station. He put it in park, killed the engine and pulled out his gun.
A motorbike was overturned out front, and the body of Denis, who had been Riley's second-in-command, was draped over it. His blue eyes stared glassily at Riley as two Stenches hollowed out his torso, too absorbed in their meal to bother with the newcomer. Riley cooly leveled his gun at the skull of one and pulled the trigger. It hadn't even collapsed to the ground before he shot the other as well. His gun lowered slowly and he swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes locked on Denis'. "I'm sorry." He whispered, then turned away quickly and ran around to the back of the gas station.
A small window set high in the brick led Riley to Cholo's hiding spot. Gun flashes sparkled in the frosted glass. Riley grabbed a nearby barrel and balanced precariously on top of it. "Cholo?" The gunshots stopped, but the moaning of the Stenches still echoed from within the building. "Cholo, it's Riley." A dark pair of eyes filled a small crack in the bottom of the window where it was open.
"Riley?" The younger man didn't seem to believe him.
"Yeah, it's me. Stand back and cover yourself, I'm breaking the window," The eyes disappeared, and after a moment, Riley drove his elbow into the window, shattering it.
He knew this was a dumb idea. Hell, more than once he'd told his own men to just walk away. Too dangerous. But something about this kid, for all his bravado, had gotten under Riley's skin. Maybe it was the fact that he'd seemed so vulnerable, so desperate for Riley's help, that the older man found it impossible to turn away. Maybe it was the way Cholo had mourned Denis, despite having just met him. It was so rare to see that in a world where death had soaked into their skins and heads and hearts. Most just shook it off. Riley included.
Or maybe, and this was only said in a small voice so far in the back of his brain Riley probably didn't even hear it, that handshake had sparked in both of them something they thought long dead. Like hope.
Riley grabbed Cholo around the waist and carefully guided him to the ground. After both had brushed the glass from their clothes Riley clapped a hand on the back of Cholo's neck and looked him in the eyes. "You okay?" Cholo just nodded, eyes too bright and mouth in a tight line. "Alright, let's get out of here." Riley led Cholo back the way he had come, toward his jeep. They turned the corner cautiously and saw a straight shot to the vehicle. "It's clear," Riley had cleared the front corner of the building when the Stench flew out of nowhere, slobbering and chomping at Riley's neck. Riley dropped his gun as both hands went up, one to the former-man's throat and the other to his forehead. It strained against his grasp, arms flailing uselessly. Suddenly, a shot ran out, and the body dropped where it stood, missing one side of it's skull. Riley looked over and saw Cholo frozen, gun raised and smoking and eyes dark with something that pulled at Riley's heart. After a moment he stooped to pick up his gun and stashed it in his belt as he carefully walked over to the Latino. "Cholo?" The man remained poised, body taut like a trigger. Riley gently put a hand over the raised gun and pressed down. Cholo lowered his arm, blinked, and seemed to breathe for the first time in a while. He looked up at Riley, expression unsure.
"You okay?" He asked in a breathy voice, echoing Riley's earlier question. Riley, for his part could only nod numbly. Cholo smiled, but it was weak and quivering. "Let's get out of here."
Riley nodded again, and put an arm around Cholo's shoulders as he led him to the Jeep.
When they got back, Cholo wordlessly followed Riley to his apartment and kissed him senseless once the door closed. They stripped each other silently by the moonlight, and when Riley slid into Cholo up to the hilt it was a mercy. The wordless cries Cholo keened as Riley rode him broke the older man's heart. After, Riley held Cholo tightly until sunrise.