misanagi

The Dead Will Come

Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: The pilots. 1x2, 3x4
Summary: A batch of abandoned toxic waste turns a town into a living cemetery.
Warnings: Zombies, death (not the pilots), gore, language, violence and everything you would expect of a bad B movie. Also humor, hopefully.
Notes: This was inspired by Robert Rodriquez and Quentin Tarantino's "Grindhouse" so if you saw that then you know what to expect. If you haven't, then think of bad 80's zombie movies and you'll get the picture.

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The explosion shook the helicopter violently. Quatre threw himself against one of the walls and held on to a small handle tightly. The door was still open and he didn't want to fall down. It was a few moments before Wufei could regain control of the aircraft and stabilize it into a regular flight again. Quatre kept his eyes shut and took long deep calming breaths.

They were gone.

He couldn't feel the unnatural presence of the zombies; where that had been pressing on Quatre's empathy now there was only a void and Quatre felt guilty of the relief that came with not being able to sense them anymore. A hand was pressed on his shoulder and Quatre opened his eyes to see Trowa sitting next to him, a worried expression on his face.

"Does it hurt?"

Quatre thought about it for a moment. It had, the moment of the explosion it had hurt but then it was like if a horrible pressure was finally lifted and Quatre could breathe again. It had been a year since he was able to use his empathy and this was the first time he could without the weight of the zombies pressing down on him.

"No. It's okay," Quatre said finally.

Trowa's expression relaxed but he didn't move his hand away from Quatre's shoulder. Quatre allowed himself to smile when he felt the caring coming from Trowa. They had only met tonight but Quatre had felt an attraction for Trowa since the first moment and he knew his feelings were returned.

"This is like one of your movies," Quatre said.

"The zombies?" Trowa asked.

"Us."

Trowa frowned. "Why?" he thought about it for a second and then said, "In the movies I usually say something like 'Now kiss me before the world ends again' and there's a sentimental music and the camera zooms out."

Quatre laughed. "I mean us meeting. It's like the movies."

Trowa raised an eyebrow, then gave Quatre a dumb look and said in his best movie star voice: "There had to be a feud between you and your father, crazy scientists wanting eternal life, a zombie apocalypse and 'Mystery Lanes' being filmed in Little Town for us to meet."

Quatre shook his head, amused. "Those lines might work in the movies, Trowa, but they don't fit you in real life."

"I've never wanted to say something like that in real life," Trowa confessed.

"Do you want to now?" Quatre asked carefully.

Trowa nodded slowly.

"Then do it," Quatre prompted. "In your own words."

Trowa smirked and Quatre could have kissed him just then. "There are no zombies around."

Quatre smiled. "I've noticed." He straddled Trowa and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "I owe you a kiss." And he pressed his lips softly on top of Trowa's. He took his time parting his lips, tasting Trowa slowly and letting Trowa taste him

It wasn't like the movies. There was no music but the sound of the helicopter, no camera to zoom out and no beautiful landscape on the background. It was just them… and it was the best kiss they'd ever had.

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TBC