HORRIFYING HALLOWEEN FIC ENTRY
Title: In A Heartbeat
Author: sobabyhellyeah
Rating: R (language and only hints of smex)
Pairing: David Cook/Michael Johns
Disclaimer: Don't own them. None of this ever happened and I do not wish for it to. Only for them being with each other, I wish.
Warnings: A little scary. Involves zombies.
Summary: David and Michael seek refuge.
Authors Notes: This is based on and inspired by 28 Days Later, and I wrote it listening to In The House- In A Heartbeat by John Murhpy. I recommend listening to it while reading. And I don't know much about guns. Haha.
David’s hands shake violently as he loads the last 2 bullets he has into his gun. Tears stream down his face freely as he tries steadying his hands. Warm hands grip his shoulders tightly and he looks up into brown eyes that are equally as frightened as his, yet a light still flickered within them. His knees buckle and give way, but before they can reach the ground, he finds himself wrapped in Michael’s strong arms, loud sobs escaping his chest.
“David, look at me. Dave please…” Michael cups David’s cheek and tilts his face upwards. “Baby… It’s alright. We’re gonna be okay. We’re still alive, and we’re still together. That’s what matters. We’re gonna be okay.” He leans forward to kiss David, but found himself being shoved away instead.
“Are you fucking serious, Mike?? Do you honestly think we’re ‘OKAY’?? We’re in a bedroom that’s not even ours! We’re hiding in an abandoned house and there are dead bodies on the living room floor! I’m fucking loading our last 2 bullets into our shitty little pistol, just so either of us can shoot each other if one of us gets bitten, and you’re saying we’re ‘OKAY’?? WE’RE NOT OKAY, MIKE. WE’RE NOT.” David stumbles and trips over, and soon he curls up into fetal position, whispering to himself. “We’re not… We’re not… We…”
Michael walks over to David and scoops the broken man back into his arms, lifting him up then gently lowering him onto the bed. He lays down facing David, one hand brushing away his tears, the other rubbing circles on the small of his back. They stay silent for a while until David decides to speak up. “I’m sorry, Mikey. I shouldn’t have screamed at you. I know you meant well and I know what you said could be, should be, true. But, God. Mikey. I can’t help it. How long has it been since all this shit happened? How long has it been since we’ve seen the rest of our friends and family? How long has it been since we’ve seen the sun?” David bites at his bottom lip to stop it from quivering. Michael says nothing, and this time, fully presses his lips against David’s.
Their kiss deepens, and Michael’s tongue slips into David’s mouth with ease and soon both men are pulling each other’s clothes off. As inappropriate as it seems, neither of them give a shit. Survive or not, Michael was right. They had each other. They were all they had left. Nothing from this Hell on earth could deny that.
Michael whispers into David’s ear as he strokes his erection achingly slow. “I’m sorry baby. This is gonna hurt a little, since we don’t have…” David cuts him off with a soft kiss. “I love you.”
___
The next morning they wake up to is as grey as ever. David cracks open an eye and is relieved to see Michael still lying next to him, hand in hand, fingers laced. His eyes close and he starts to drift back into sleep when they both hear a loud shriek and the sound of glass shattering.
Oh God.
They change into their clothes as fast as they can.
Please.
David grabs their gun and Michael’s hand.
Oh God.
They creep out of the room as silently as they can.
Please.
But they’re not as silent as they hope, and from nowhere it grabs Michael away, and bites his arm.
Oh God.
Immediately, one gunshot fires and it falls to the floor, dead.
Please.
David tries to make his way to Michael, but Michael yells.
“Stay away Dave! Just stay away!”
Tears cloud David’s vision as Michael gives him one last look- the look that says, “You know what you gotta do.”
Michael’s breathing starts to get heavy. His eyes lose their warmth. His blood boils through his veins. The last possible memory he would ever have before losing his sanity was David, gun to his own head.
“I love you.”
Help.
Bang.
-End-
a/n: I realize this might have made Dave seem like a coward, but it wasn't my intention. I honestly can't say or judge it eventhough I wrote this, because to be honest, OMG, if that happened to me, or you. *Shudders*
Author: sobabyhellyeah
Rating: R (language and only hints of smex)
Pairing: David Cook/Michael Johns
Disclaimer: Don't own them. None of this ever happened and I do not wish for it to. Only for them being with each other, I wish.
Warnings: A little scary. Involves zombies.
Summary: David and Michael seek refuge.
Authors Notes: This is based on and inspired by 28 Days Later, and I wrote it listening to In The House- In A Heartbeat by John Murhpy. I recommend listening to it while reading. And I don't know much about guns. Haha.
David’s hands shake violently as he loads the last 2 bullets he has into his gun. Tears stream down his face freely as he tries steadying his hands. Warm hands grip his shoulders tightly and he looks up into brown eyes that are equally as frightened as his, yet a light still flickered within them. His knees buckle and give way, but before they can reach the ground, he finds himself wrapped in Michael’s strong arms, loud sobs escaping his chest.
“David, look at me. Dave please…” Michael cups David’s cheek and tilts his face upwards. “Baby… It’s alright. We’re gonna be okay. We’re still alive, and we’re still together. That’s what matters. We’re gonna be okay.” He leans forward to kiss David, but found himself being shoved away instead.
“Are you fucking serious, Mike?? Do you honestly think we’re ‘OKAY’?? We’re in a bedroom that’s not even ours! We’re hiding in an abandoned house and there are dead bodies on the living room floor! I’m fucking loading our last 2 bullets into our shitty little pistol, just so either of us can shoot each other if one of us gets bitten, and you’re saying we’re ‘OKAY’?? WE’RE NOT OKAY, MIKE. WE’RE NOT.” David stumbles and trips over, and soon he curls up into fetal position, whispering to himself. “We’re not… We’re not… We…”
Michael walks over to David and scoops the broken man back into his arms, lifting him up then gently lowering him onto the bed. He lays down facing David, one hand brushing away his tears, the other rubbing circles on the small of his back. They stay silent for a while until David decides to speak up. “I’m sorry, Mikey. I shouldn’t have screamed at you. I know you meant well and I know what you said could be, should be, true. But, God. Mikey. I can’t help it. How long has it been since all this shit happened? How long has it been since we’ve seen the rest of our friends and family? How long has it been since we’ve seen the sun?” David bites at his bottom lip to stop it from quivering. Michael says nothing, and this time, fully presses his lips against David’s.
Their kiss deepens, and Michael’s tongue slips into David’s mouth with ease and soon both men are pulling each other’s clothes off. As inappropriate as it seems, neither of them give a shit. Survive or not, Michael was right. They had each other. They were all they had left. Nothing from this Hell on earth could deny that.
Michael whispers into David’s ear as he strokes his erection achingly slow. “I’m sorry baby. This is gonna hurt a little, since we don’t have…” David cuts him off with a soft kiss. “I love you.”
___
The next morning they wake up to is as grey as ever. David cracks open an eye and is relieved to see Michael still lying next to him, hand in hand, fingers laced. His eyes close and he starts to drift back into sleep when they both hear a loud shriek and the sound of glass shattering.
Oh God.
They change into their clothes as fast as they can.
Please.
David grabs their gun and Michael’s hand.
Oh God.
They creep out of the room as silently as they can.
Please.
But they’re not as silent as they hope, and from nowhere it grabs Michael away, and bites his arm.
Oh God.
Immediately, one gunshot fires and it falls to the floor, dead.
Please.
David tries to make his way to Michael, but Michael yells.
“Stay away Dave! Just stay away!”
Tears cloud David’s vision as Michael gives him one last look- the look that says, “You know what you gotta do.”
Michael’s breathing starts to get heavy. His eyes lose their warmth. His blood boils through his veins. The last possible memory he would ever have before losing his sanity was David, gun to his own head.
“I love you.”
Help.
Bang.
-End-
a/n: I realize this might have made Dave seem like a coward, but it wasn't my intention. I honestly can't say or judge it eventhough I wrote this, because to be honest, OMG, if that happened to me, or you. *Shudders*