Fic: Love's Sweet Decay 1/1 Buffy:The Vampire Slayer/Supernatural
Title: Love's Sweet Decay. Author: Lopaka Tanu Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy: The Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. Recipient: miriad Characters: Dean, Xander Words: 1041 Prompt: Vampires are bad, Zombies are worse. Fandom: Buffy: The Vampire Slayer/Supernatural Pairing: pre-Dean/Xander. Rating: Teen Warnings: Language, Sexual Innuendo. Summary: Trapped by zombies, two worlds collide outside of SunnyDale High. Author's Note: Apocalyptothon Response. ______________________________________
"Zombies, seriously?" Staring at the shamblers coming their way, Dean could only watch in disbelief. This town was just full of surprises. "You have got to be kidding me.
"Hate to break it to ya, pal, but not only are they real." Xander swallowed as he took a step back. "They're also getting closer."
At that, Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but, come on. Zombies?" He cast a quick glance over his shoulder. He could see through the windows of the doors to the school behind him. There weren't any of the monsters in there. "Besides, they're not even the cool ones. I haven't heard 'brains' once."
"Hey, I'm as shocked as you are." Taking another step back, Xander raised the stake in his right hand. He looked at the piece of wood and sighed. "Fat lotta good this will do me. Wrong kind of undead."
"Yeah, it's a bitch not having the right weapons." Dean lowered his own machete to his side. He quickly slid it back in the leather sheath hanging off his belt. "Luckily, I have a flame thrower in my car."
A spark of hope filled Xander as he turned to the other teen. "Where is your car?"
Rising up on his tiptoes, Dean tried to peer over the shambling hoard. The zombies spread out over the entire campus as far as the eye could see. All of them were converging on the two teens. This made him grimace. "It's...kinda on the other side of town."
"What?" The hope quickly turned to anger in the taller teen's eyes. Mouth thinning in to a penciled line, Xander shook his head. "Man, I hate you so much right now."
"Save the sweet talk for later, sweetheart. Right now, I gotta save our asses." While they had stood there sniping, the hoard had gotten closer. By now, Dean could smell the stench of rotting flesh and it was making him nauseous. Swallowing back his dinner, he grabbed Xander by the arm.
"Hey, unhand me, you handsy manhandlerer!" Trying to take his arm back, Xander only managed to get knocked off his balance. The grip around his bicep remained steady, though.
Dean growled under his breath. "We seriously don't have time for this." Backing to the school, he reached down the back of his pants under his jacket and pulled out his glock. "Watch yourself!" He took aim at the lock.
"What?" Xander barely had time to look at what Dean was doing before the other teen fired. "Hey!" He jumped back, trying to escape. The hold on his arm kept him close.
"Come on!" With his gun hand, Dean grabbed the door handle and jerked it open. The hole where the lock had been still smoked. Once it was open wide enough, he threw the taller boy through. He quickly followed suit.
The door slowly swung shut behind them.
Not that Dean noticed. He didn't even wait for Xander to get his feet fully under him before he grabbed his arm again. "Which way to the metal shop?"
Once again, Xander tried to jerk his arm free. He had the same amount of luck as the last two times. So, he glared at Dean. "Why? What good would saws and blades do us?"
"They've got a blow torch in the shop for welding." Dean jerked his head sideways with a smile. "It's not a flame thrower, but it'll do in a pinch."
"Oh. Oh!" Xander's eyes went wide in excitement. He smacked Dean on the arm. "I like the way you think."
"Stick with me, and I'll show you a few other things I've thought about." He wiggled his eyebrows before glancing back at the doors they had come through. "Uh, sooner rather than later on that metal shop."
Not wanting to see, but out of sheer perverse curiosity, Xander turned to look. Whimpering, he seemed to wilt a little in on himself.
Where had been clear doors a minute before was now an entire army of the living dead. They slowly pounded at the glass. Wherever they touched, they left smeared traces of decayed flesh. Puss yellow eyes stared vacantly at the teens.
Xander shivered with revulsion. "Ewww." Looking back to Dean, he put on a cheerful expression. "So, metal shop?" He took off before waiting for a response.
"Yeah, sounds like fun." Rolling his eyes, Dean followed along. Jogging behind the other teen, he tilted his head to getter a better look at his ass. "I'm Dean, by the way!"
Too busy watching out for hidden surprises, Xander didn't notice. "Hi, Dean, nice to meet you. How are you enjoying our Zombie Apocalypse so far?" He stopped at a four-way junction to look in every direction. They only continued on when he was certain there was nothing coming.
Dean snapped his fingers. "Is that what this is?" Licking his lips, he watched the rise and fall of Xander's glutes.
"Well, according to my good friend G-Man, it is." Slowing down his run to a job, Xander panted to cool off. He leaned forward a bit to ease the strain in his back. This gave him the chance to look back. "So, is this your first time saving the world?"
Noticing he was being watched, Dean jerked his gaze up to meet the other teen's. "Yeah, pretty much."
Xander pinked about his ears. Still, he grinned wide at Dean's antics. "Well, you are doing a bang-up job so far." He mock-punched the air in front of him. "Keep up the good work."
Raising an eyebrow, Dean pursed his lips. "You are one strange person, you know that?"
Letting his eyes linger on Dean's body, Xander took his time. "Thank you, you're not so bad yourself." Hearing his words, the larger teen went beet red. He had to clear his throat a couple times before he remembered what they were trying to do. Starting down the hall, he shot off ahead. "Just a little further!"
Getting back to his favorite hobby of booty watching, Dean smiled slowly. "Zombies and apocalypses aside, I might get to like this town of yours after all." He followed along at a more sedate pace. After a few paces, he began to whistle softly under his breath.