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Bruises and Bitemarks (From A Zombie, Not The Song, Sorry)

   The road stretches on for miles and miles, straight. No one is in sight. He hasn't seen a car in a long time. Beside him, Vio is fast asleep—Shadow keeps glancing at him.

   He's hot. He looks gorgeous—absolutely stunning. Shadow's hands itch to bury themselves in his hair, to intertwine their fingers. He wants to kiss him.

   He looks forward, but nothing about their surroundings have changed, even though they keep moving forward. He looks over again at Vio—and slowly reaches over. He traces Vio's lips with one of his fingers. Vio doesn't move—there's a slight difference in his breathing.

   Shadow grins. They had been so close to kissing in the bathroom. They had been so close...He had seen Vio's eyes widen, felt the warmth of his skin, of his breath—he hadn't wanted to close that gap, scared he had been too forward, that he was freaking Vio out. Vio doesn't know him, really—is it weird Shadow knows so much about him? That doesn't make him look like a stalker, does it?"

   The car's gonna run out of gas soon.

   Shadow sighs and pulls over—the car comes to a stop. He rubs at his eyes and steps out, glancing around. No zombies in sight. No people or cars. He shuts off the car and goes to the backseat, grabbing one of the red jerrycans. He rubs at the back of his neck while he fills up the tank.

   What if Vio had kissed him? Would he have realized Shadow was all talk? Would they have made out? Would they have had killer, super gay sex in that bathroom?

   Had Vio been okay with his aggressive flirting? At what point would it become harassment and Vio would get annoyed? He wishes he knew.

   He hurries back to his seat and buckles up. The car starts moving again. Goddesses, he cannot wait to be in a house again instead of a car. He also wants to change his clothes—he wonders how Vio's would feel on him. Wearing his clothes...Like they're a couple. Stealing his jacket, sleeping in his t-shirts...

   Goddesses, he is so gay.

   A few more minutes pass—they're just moving forward. But there's something far away, on the road. Shadow frowns. It's coming towards them, moving forward.

   It's a car.

   By all means, a car simply riding down the other lane at about sixty miles per hour isn't miraculous, but this is the first car with people in it he's seen in a long time. The man in the front seat waves politely at him and smiles. Shadow—not wanting to be rude but having no idea how to interact with people—waves back.

   The GPS chirps out, "Bear right in ten miles."

   Shadow grins and spares a glance at the GPS—they're only about ninety miles away. Vio's still asleep beside him.

   Shadow slams on the gas—the car speeds up. Vio barely moves. They'll get there soon.

   The car's stopped when Vio wakes up—he has no idea how long he's been out. Nothing woke him up this time, he's just up. He feels relatively well-rested. As well-rested as you can get in a car. His legs are asleep, his arm kind of hurts and he has a bit of a headache, but that's about it.

   They're at a gas station. Vio rubs at his eyes—Shadow's outside of the car, at the pump, talking to a really friendly, bubbly, red headed woman. Shadow looks like he kind of wants to escape—the woman picks up on that, says something that makes Shadow laugh, nods and walks away. Shadow gets back in the car. "Morning," he says. "Did you sleep well?"

   "As good as I can in a car," Vio says, truthfully. "How long was I out?"

   "About eight hours. I know you said to wake you up in three, but I thought you needed it." He points to the GPS. "We're only twenty minutes away."