The End of it All (Private)

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    Oliver was being crushed by a big zombie's corpse that had a gun shot wound in it. Blood covering his face and his clothes, along with his clothes being quite ripped from the struggle or maybe just the zombie itself.

    Lucian dropped his bat and ran to help Oliver. "Are you okay?!" He pulled the corpse off of Oliver and shoved it across the room. Then, he pulled a sheet of the bed and ripped a portion of it to clean Oliver's face. "Did it bite you?"

    "I-I... Don't know. It just sort. Of... Uh..." Oliver shook with the fear of it having been so close to his face and that he had let his guard down to the point that he could of just died. He sat up, looking over at the zombie he had just killed.

    Lucian searched Oliver's face for injuries carefully. "It's okay you're safe now," Lucian murmured. He gently moved on to Oliver's neck making sure there wasn't a bite there. "Take off your shirt."

    "A-ah... Alright." Oliver took off his favourite jersey and his undershirt with a sigh, it was stained with zombie blood... Just great. It felt slightly uncomfortable to have nothing over his chest, but he let out a sigh and tried not to think of it too much. He watched Lucian, admiring him quietly.

    Lucian looked over Oliver's chest carefully, cleaning up the little bit of blood on his chest. He took off his own shirt, revealing a slender, lean-muscled build, and offered it to Oliver, "Here."

    "Uh... Thanks." Oliver took it, hesitantly. He couldn't help, but examine Lucian's build now that he could see the newly revealed skin. He ripped his glance from that to put on the shirt, still despairing over his Toronto Maple Leafs jersey.

    Lucian studied Oliver quietly and tilted his head to the side. "Is something wrong?" he asked. He carefully reached out and put his hand on Oliver's shoulder to reassure him.

    Oliver flinched at the sudden touch on his shoulder, his head whipping from his jersey to Lucian. "Nah... Nothing." He lied, looking at him with a uncomfortable smile. He stared into Lucian's eyes, studying them with a better smile coming onto his face.

    Lucian leaned closer, not leaving much room between his face and Oliver's. "Are you sure?" He kept his voice quiet, to savor the moment. For some reason he really wanted to kiss Oliver.

    "Y-Yeah. I am sure." Oliver moved forward, only a inch away from Lucian's face. Accidentally, brushing their noses and lips together, Oliver couldn't help, but want continue the such close contact. Kissing him without another thought.

    Lucian kissed back without a second thought. He pushed Oliver onto his back, looming over the smaller man. Delicately, he moved his lips away from Oliver's and started trailing kisses down the blond's neck.

    Oliver smiled at this, he pushed Lucian's head up so he could look into his eyes with a smile. His own blue eyes seeming to modified by his glasses he held so dearly. "I would like if you could kiss me more than my own body." He said, with a small laugh.

    Lucian blushed a dark shade of red. "R-right," he stammered. With Oliver's words in mind, he pressed his lips against the younger man's and began to kiss him again.

    Oliver pulled him in closer, he had his arms wrapped around him. Usually, this much contact with someone would have freaked him out a tiny bit, however, he felt unfazed by it. This was probably the best way to get rid of a near-death experience.

    Lucian loved the feeling of having someone else so close to him. He didn't know how long it had been since he'd had that kind of contact with someone. Not wanting to let the chance go, he adjusted himself to remove Oliver's shirt before trying to unbutton his own pants.

    Oliver didn't deny him, trying to help Lucian with his shirt while helping undress the other. He couldn't help, but not watch really what he was doing as all he wanted to do was just stare at Lucian, contently,

    After discarding the rest of his clothes, Lucian went to work to remove Oliver's pants. Once he got them off he pulled away looked Oliver in the eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked.

    "It's the apocalypse, I think there is no better time, but now." Oliver told him, sitting up slightly to look at him better.