The End of Days

[12]

A while later, the men were bound with some rope and Cam had returned from his post. He made sure to give some proud introductions to the strangers although it was clear who the badass was. Liam gave the guy a wrap but he would just have to deal with the pain.

"Come with me." Sam said, pulling at him before he could argue.

"What about-

"Their bound and Chang's in charge, they'll be fine. We need to talk."

Liam shut the storage room door behind him, barely registering as his denim jacket was fisted and he was pushed back against the wall.

"Uh what the fuck?" He scoffed a bit dryly under his breath although his heart jerked in his chest. Sam was hovering close, the action on his mind obvious but Liam still hesitated.

"The was hot, black."

He could guess what Sam was getting at. Liam was glad he was dark because he might've been blushing and there was no way in hell he could live that down.

"I know, right? Chang really doesn't mess around."
Sam cracked up, shaking his head begrudgingly. "I'm serious, man."

"Okay." He said a little awkwardly, not sure where this was going.

All week, he'd been waiting for this. It was the fucking apocalypse, other then finding shit and killing zombies there really wasn't much else going on for people.

He smirked a bit, patting at Liam's cheek with a rough hand yet it settled and the guy brought himself close. Sam opened his mouth to speak but couldn't really find the words. Liam huffed in his impatience, grabbing at Sam's waist and pulling him so he could finally feel his lips.

"Shit, black." Sam smirked, giving him a look at the way he held him. One of his hands grabbed at the man's side while his other slipped through loose strands of his hair. "You really no sheep, huh?"

Liam felt at him, appreciating the rigid body that he'd only been able to distantly appreciate for the past 2 damn years.

"Nah." He barely heard the question, replying instinctively. He took up Sam's lips again, and they grew in heat.

They fumbled around desperately in their new found sense of contact for a few minutes. The thought of his friends and the muggers right outside the door they were fooling around on; although completely serious, only managed to make it more thrilling.

"So what are we gonna do?" Sam asked after they'd fully parted and were gathering themselves. The moment had passed, the gravity of their situation settled in once more. "I know what I'd do."

"Not suprised." He shook his head.

"Liam, someone's gotta be makin these calls. We don't know a damn thing about them, they could have a group, this could come back to bite us in the ass if we don't snuff 'em out first."

"We're not killing them, alright? Their assholes that doesn't mean they should die. I won't do it."

Sam rubbed at his head, trying to sort through his anger although that wasn't really his expertise. Maybe the moment earlier helped soften him up a bit because he sighed, conceding. "We'll do what you want. But it needs to happen how I say, we gotta be careful here."

"Okay." Liam nodded, not looking to cause problems.

They could make some threats maybe, send them packing without weapons or whatever. They'd still have a fighting chance, they seemed scrappy enough right? And like psychopaths which those always survived so it would be fine.

An hour later they'd done just that. They'd driven the masked men far enough away and with the bare essentials to keep them afloat before they were untied and left in the middle of the road. They had some knives and a gun with an empty clip for night time. If Liam's group could survive with those, he was sure the strangers could too.