Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2010 18:40:16 -0600 From: PAL author Subject: Post-Apoc Love - Chapter 2 This story is the sole property of the author, M. A. Mc. This story is written for people 18+ years of age and contains mature content, if you are under 18 or it is not legal to read stories of this nature where you live, please leave now. It takes place in a futuristic, post-apocalyptic setting, and follows a romantic relationship between two men aged 18 and 25. I hope you enjoy the story, and if you have any comments, or ideas for future plot developments you can email me at: PAL.author@hotmail.com. I love recieving comments, and it is probably my only reward and motivation to continue writing. Together we moved through the hazy morning light of the wasteland. Dust blown up by the wind limited visibility, but we managed to keep on track towards the town ruins. I kept close to Brandon, disturbed by the dead quiet surroundings. There wasn't a single bird in the sky, not even a vulture looking to make a meal out of us. As we approached the collapsed and battered buildings of the old town I began to get the strange sense that we were not alone, like someone or something was watching us go by. I looked up at Brandon, walking silently beside me, he didn't seem to be the least bit suspicious of the ominous stillness. Garbage littered the filthy streets of the old town, blowing down the alleys and getting stuck in the rubble. Brandon leaned into me and draped a comforting arm over my shoulders. I looked up to admire his much taller and muscular frame, and smiled. We continued down the broken pavement of the old street, occasionally stopping to search some of the broken structures for food or supplies. Eventually we ended up in what appeared to be the center of town, where most of the buildings were still standing. I stopped for a moment to examine the faded war propaganda posters that plastered the walls of every street corner I had passed on my way into town. Brandon came up behind me while I was distracted and wrapped his arms around me, leaning over my shoulder to kiss my cheek. I returned his kiss, and turned to face him just as a large explosion erupted off in the distance, spraying sand and rubble in every direction. Brandon shouted something incomprehensible to me and pulled me into the shelter of the closest building. When the quiet had returned and Brandon deemed it safe enough for us to return outside we cautiously crawled back out into the street and watched with dread as a large plume of inky black smoke rose into the sky, and gun shots rang out in the same direction of the explosion. I realized in horror then that the smoke was coming from the direction of Haven, and that some sort of attack was under way on the hidden settlement. I turned to Brandon with fear reflecting in my eyes, "What are we going to do!?", I said. "Whatever is going on we have to go back and help.", Brandon replied. Brandon drew the rifle hung over his shoulder and I did the same, feeling the cool metal in my hands. Brandon in the lead, we raced back in the direction of home half prepared for whatever horrors awaited us. I was almost breathless by the time we reached the rock outcropping shielding the entrance to Haven. Smoke was pouring out of the entrance, and the large metal door was lying a few feet away, crumpled and discarded. Screams and gunfire echoed from inside, and I gave myself a moment of mental preparation. Brandon raised his rifle as we moved inside the door and made our way down the dark concrete hallway towards the light of the settlement. What we beheld on the other side of that door I will never forget as long as I live, for it was a scene of unimaginable horror that burned itself into the deepest recesses of my mind. I heard a sharp gasp escape Brandon's lips as we beheld burning tents and a few discarded bodies lying against the cement floor of the train tunnel. A man jumped out of one of the tents hobbling with a wicked looking wound on his leg. He raised a loaded handgun in suprise when he noticed us standing there, and then lowered his weapon when he recognized our faces. "Quick! You have to get out of here! Theres nothing you can do now!", he moaned hysterically. I lowered my weapon and approached the man. "What the hell is going on? What happened here!?", I demanded. "Its those god damn cannibals! Their killing everyone!", he shouted at me. The harsh roar of gunfire and crackling flames caused the man to flee in panic, but before he could get far enough a dark shape pounced from the shadows and grabbed onto him. The man screamed and writhed as the shapeless monstrosity assaulted him. The deranged figure entered into the fiery light and revealed its horribly disfigured face and bared its bloody teeth with a terrifying shriek. It looked almost like a man, clothed in rags and covered in grime, but it's tiny black eyes and twisted features were all wrong and made me recoil in horror. The horrifying cannibal made its way towards us, the jerky movements of its legs gave me the impression that it was used to crawling on all fours. Before it could get close enough to pounce again, Brandon charged at it with his gun raised and roared with the uncontrollable rage of one who has had to endure the loss of his home and everything he knew. Before I could react I head the bang of Brandon's gun and a bright flash. The disgusting cannibal crumpled, felled by the spray of bullets. It continued to tremble and hiss on the ground until a few seconds later it finally fell silent. I stood a few meters behind Brandon as he moved towards the emaciated body of the creature, and broke it's neck loudly with a stomp of his boot, causing sickly black blood to spray across the concrete floor. The distant shrieking of the other cannibals began to grow louder, the others were coming our way. The burning tents cast distorted shadows as the hissing monsters made their way through the burning settlement. They were almost upon us, but before I could turn and run strong hands grabbed me and pulled me back behind a nearby pile of crates. I turned around to see Brandon raise a finger to his lips, indicating for me to stay silent and watch. I clutched the gun in my hands, and watched the rest of the gruesome cannibals enter the open space we had just occupied. They ignored the body of their dead comrade, and made their way out the main entrance, some of them dragged half unconcious victims away with them. Once they had finally left I exhaled loudly and collapsed back into Brandon, who held me while tears of incredible loss streamed down my face. I looked up to see that Brandon had his eyes closed and was attempting to maintain some measure of control over his emotions. I closed my eyes as well and attempted to bury my sorrow in the confines of his warm embrace, It felt like we stayed that way for hours. Eventually, I attempted to escape the awful events of the day by drifting into the peacefulness of sleep. The next day I awoke with Brandon curled up next to me behind the same pile of crates on the dirty concrete floor. The events of the previous day flashed back into my mind as I examined the smoldering ruins that surrounded us. The train tunnel was quiet, and pale light slipped through boarded up entrance. I shook Brandon lightly until he awoke and raised himself up. "Where are we supposed to go now?", he said shakily, "We have nowhere safe to stay." I didnt answer right away, but I cupped his face in my hands and kissed him softly. "I want to find a new home, somewhere just for the two of us.", I said to him. He grabbed my arms and picked us both up off the floor, brushing off his heavy coat and slipping his rifle over one shoulder. "I want that too.", he finally replied with an attempted smile. Afterwards we moved about the devastated settlement searching for survivors, which we found none. We pocketed a few supplies and I gabbed a few of my posessions from my ransacked home, but anything of real value had been taken by the cannibals. When we finally ventured out into the blasted hellscape of the wasteland again, we checked to make sure none of the cannibals had decided to stick around. The sun beat down with fierce intensity on the hot sands as we began our journey off into the desert and the unexplored lands beyond it's edge. Days passed as we wandered through the relentless desert, trying to conserve what little water we were able to carry with us. We stopped only to make camp, and by the fifth night we had almost reached the edge of the harsh sands. Brandon propped himself up against a nearby rock as we sat and watched the dying embers of our fire. The pitch black of night surrounded us. I sat leaning against him, trying to recover from everything that had happened to me the last couple of days. I turned slowly to face him, and kiss his cheek while slipping my hand under the rough fabric of his shirt. It had been almost a week since we last had made love to each other. He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. "I love you", I said to him as I began to fumble with his belt. "I love you Mike", he whispered softly into my ear as he pulled his shirt over his head. Once we were both completely naked, I lay against his massive chest and watched the light of the fire dance across his beautiful body. I could feel the heat of his hard cock burning agaisnt my thigh, and I could see that hungry look in his eyes again. I raised myself off of him and began to lower myself onto his hard cock, lowering myself into a straddling position on his lap. After a few brief moments of discomfort he was finally firmly planted inside me. He arched his neck back and let out a moan as I leaned in on top of him and held on to his shoulders. He helf me firmly in place on top of him with his hands on my hips as we fucked roughly beside the dying fire. I began to get uncomfortable sitting on top of him, so he gently pushed me off of himself and I lay back down on his large coat while he moved up behind me. He motioned for me to flip over on my stomach so I complied, and he got back on top of me with an eager grin. In this position he was able to go far deeper inside of me with his hard cock, and I found it difficult to stay quiet with the intense sensations he was causing deep within me. So as not to give away our position, he clamped a large hand over my mouth to stifle my groaning. I could feel him picking up speed in his thrusts, and I could feel myself getting close to an intense orgasm as well. He bit my neck affectionately from behind and whispered into my ear, "ughh.. Im getting close Mike.." "Me too baby...", I said as I turned to kiss him. Brandon began to pound into me with intense vigor and grunted loudly before falling forward on top of me, and I felt his hot cum shoot inside me. It finally sent me over the edge. A huge load of cum began to erupt from my own cock as I lay underneath Brandon's spent, heavy form. Once I had returned to the level of clear thought again I wrapped myself in Brandon's embrace, and escaped once again into the comfortable safety of sleep in his arms as he kept watch for danger.