Woohoo!! Julyen and Bellamy!! Together!! My beloved pervertsâ€ïžâđ©č
Below I put the fic I talked about in my last post with Julyen. Honestly its been days so I dont know if I'll finish it.. thought id post it here and see how it does. If yall fw it I might put it on my ao3
Tags: NSFW!! Zombie apocalypse, stalking, age gap, TECHNICALLY pseudo-incest..? (they're not blood related at all and don't know each other (you'll see what I mean)), talk of murder, technically kidnapping kinds? (Broâs tied up but.. youll see), both are so damn awkward, first time, dacryphilia, choking, biting, creampie
A thudding sound mixed with a wet squelsh. The groaning ceases, filling the dilapidated gas station with silence once more. Another one of those pitiful beings gone. Itâd been about thirty years now since the world had been filled with these vile beings of rotting flesh. Or so he assumed, heâd kinda stopped counting after a while. What was the point anyway? The world would never go back to what it once was, certainly not while he was alive.
Over time, though, the zombies had turned into less of a threat and more of an annoyance. Mostly because there weren't many left over. A large number of them had starved to death. The survivors adapted, got better at hiding and fighting, and so, zombie food grew scarce.
Regardless, that one was now gone, and Bellamy was free to finish his scavenging. This gas station, surprisingly, had two cans of soup left in it, a little damaged but intact. Plants that had since grown were hiding them, and other looters hadnât thought to check there. Dinner! Bellamy placed them in his bag, careful not to smush the plants and mushrooms he had gathered earlier.
He heard the soft rustling of fabric coming from an aisle over . Bellamy pretended not to hear it and kept on moving. Someone had been following him around for roughly four weeks now. An amateur, clearly, since Bellamy had noticed it right away. They hadnât done anything to harm him, no traps, threats, nothing stolen, so he didnât bother confronting them. They were not a threat. If anything, it was flattering. Why were they so interested in an old guy like him? Itâs not like he did anything but the bare minimum to survive, surely this would be boring to watch.
Bellamy made his way back to the little cabin he had built himself deep into the forest. Many little communities had formed since the start of the End, mostly people desperately trying to rebuild society. Some were actually doing pretty well off, but Bellamy had no interest in joining one. He actually found comfort in being on his own, in charge of everything and free to do what he wanted when he wanted. The last thing he missed was his nine to five.
He set his bag down next to the door, like he always did, but this time, he hesitated to step inside. Four weeks? What could have possibly captivated this person for four whole weeks? He had to know, his curiosity just kept growing every day. He stepped outside, taking a quick peek around to see if he could spot them.
âHow long are you going to keep this up?â He asked loudly, looking up at the sky. âItâs been, what, a month?â
A moment passed. Nothing but silence.
âOh come on. Youâve been watching me this whole time, itâs only fair I get to see you too.â He tried again, growing more impatient. âLook, if you just come out, Iâll te-â
Bellamyâs head snapped to the left, eyes darting to find the source of the rustling. There. The leaves on those bushes were moving. He quickly began to make his way over to the foliage. Whoever was inside was now desperately trying to crawl away, but Bellamy was able to grab their leg and yank them out. He turned them over onto their back and pinned their arms down.
âOhho, not so fast.. Letâs see..â Bellamy muttered to himself as he began inspecting them. It was a man, probably in his twenties judging by his appearance and lack of skills. He was wearing simple clothing and his hair was quite messy and long. His skin had nay a scratch on it, a completely blank canvas. âHuh.. How boring.â
Hearing this, the boy frowned. Bellamy was surprised to find he hadnât even tried to wiggle out of his grasp. He was just.. laying there. âYou from a community?â Bellamy asked, still eyeing him down.
The stranger shook his head no.
âWhat are you, a mute? I asked you a question, boyâ The man spoke, his tone frustrated.
âNo.â The boy finally spoke, quiet and cold.
Bellamy noted that he didnât really seem interested in him like that, so he dismissed his theory of this simply being a little crush. T
However, the question still stood. Why him? Why so long?
âYou think at my age, I canât tell when people lie to me?â
âWhat does it matter, anyway.â The boyâs cheeks reddened slightly.
The man chuckled a bit. âCollecting information for them, then?â
âNo. No.â He said, seeming more sincere this time.
âI find that a bit hard to believe, but alright.â
Neither of them spoke for a few moments. They stayed there, staring at each other, the only thing breaking the silence being the rustling of the nearby stream and the occasional birdâs chirping.
âWhen do you plan on talking, or do you perhaps enjoy the position weâre in more than youâre letting on?â Bellamy teased.
The boyâs cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. âWhat? No, get off me.â
âIâve barely been holding you, you know? You couldâve struggled free.â
âYeah yeah whatever, I get it.â
Another moment passed where neither of them spoke.
âYou still can.â Bellamy smiled. Although, to his surprise, the boy still didnât move. âDid I paralysize you or something? I donât recall hitting your head on anything, although maybe I missed it happening.â
âI didnât hit my head.â
âOkay then.â Bellamy offered a look of confusion. He was really struggling to read the boyâs intentions. âIm still waiting for you to do somethin-â
âShh. Shh..â The boy shook his head, then directed his gaze directly into Bellamyâs eyes.
Bellamy hated being told what to do, but his curiosity told him to obey and see where he could possibly be going with this. The boy was neither smiling nor frowning, his cheeks werenât even flushed anymore, not one visual clue as to what he might be thinking or feeling. He just stared at the man, his expression completely blank.
Bellamy found his heartbeat increasing ever so slightly. Everyone was always so predictable, so uninteresting and easy to read. But he just.. He couldnât figure this one out. Was it because he was no longer as young as the boy was? He had lost his way over the years? Was it because he hadnât seen another living person in a while? Was it because this particular boy was different? A smirk formed on his face. This was amusing. He couldnât remember the last time heâd felt excited about something. He wanted to look into the boyâs skull.
âYeah, itâs gotta be.â
âDid what? Who are you talking to?â Bellamy knew he didnât hear anyone around them. Heâd been keeping an ear out in case this had been a trap or something of the sort. âDo you see people that aren't there?â
âSee peo- What? I'm not schizophrenic.â
âYou were clearly not talking to me. Thereâs no one else here.â
âAre you sure about that?â
âYeah okay.. youâre right.. Howâd you even sniff me out anyway?â
âYou are loud and clumsy. Now, donât change the subject. What were you saying?â
âOh, you look like him.â
The man took a deep breath in. âIf you make another vague statement, I'm going to wrap my hands around your neck and wring it like one would a wet towel.â
The boy chuckled. âIs everyone your age like this?â
âYouâll get it if you live to see my age. Iâd be surprised if you didâ
âYeah, I probably wonât. If I do, I hope im not like you, thoughâ
âRight.. Now, for the last time, what were you talking aboutâ
âYes, yes.. I was getting to it. You look like him. My brot.. well, friend. His mom took me in when I was a kid, my parents didnât make itâ
âOkay? I'm supposed to care why? I donât know your brother, friend, whatever, do I?â
âWell first, youâre the one who asked me. Second, my friend was your sonâ
Bellamyâs heart skipped a beat. He could feel his stomach churning uncomfortably. Thatâs not possible. âI didnât have childrenâ
âLyne got pregnant, she kept it.â
âHeâs dead? If that makes you feel better.â
âHe is?â The man actually felt a wave of relief washing over him. The last thing he wanted was to have on his conscience that he had passed down his shitty traits onto another poor soul.
âYeah. He went out looking for you but never came back. Figured he either found you or got eaten. He clearly didnât find you.â
âHuh.. Thatâs why you came looking for me? To find him?â
âWhat? No. I wanted to see youâ
âDid your mom not tell you about me?â
The man was even more confused now. âWhat did she say?â
âI know youâre a piece of shit who abandoned us, her wordsâ
âI donât mind, really. She whined about everything constantly so it mostly fell on deaf ears.â
âOkay then.. â The man really wasnât sure where the boy was going with this.
âYeah, and your son, he was annoying and loud. She always let him have his way when we were kids. He turned out really spoiledâ
âDoesnât sound like someone I wanna meetâ
âNah. Im kinda glad heâs gone honestlyâ
Bellamy continued watching silently. The way he was talking about his deceased friend.. Was this kid like him? This definitely isnât normal behaviour for someone his age, even for the more âedgyâ ones.
âWhereâd you put him?â
âKept one of those zombies as a pet, right? Fed him to it. Took a couple days to get it all gone, but it cleaned him good, only bones were left. Buried all of those, but I kept some of his teethâ
âDid you, now? You buried them deep right? Communities usually have dogsâ
âI wasnât born yesterderday, you knowâ
The boy offered what was supposed to be a smile, but looked really unsettling and wrong. âI knew youâd understand. None of them didâ
He nodded in agreement. âIâm Julyen, alsoâ
âBellamy.. the way you handle them is just so.. the zombies I mean. So precise and.. intimate. I wasnât gonna watch you for long but, I couldnât help myself.â
âDoesnât compare to the real thing. Their rotting flesh is much too soft. Doesnât offer any resistance. Itâs boringâ
âAgree. Itâs so much better when it has blood flowing through it.â
Bellamy nodded. The sun was starting to go down now, and the mosquitoes were seriously getting on his nerves. âWeâre going inside nowâ
âI need to go back, theyâll worry. Iâll be here tomorow though.â
âYouâre not going home.â
ââŠâ Julyen turned his head to the side, staring at the grass beside him. He took a deep breath in, exhaling loudly before turning back to the man. âOkay.â
âIs this necessary? I said okay, you know.â The boy complained, using his head to gesture to his restrained limbs. Bellamy had tied his arms and legs to the chair he was sitting on.
âIs it tight enough? Or could you escape it?â The man asked as he began preparing the stew using his cans and the stuff he had foraged earlier.
âYeah yeah.. I can't move.â The boy sighed. âHow long have you been living in this cabin anyway?â
âLonger than youâve been alive.â
âAre you always so dry?â
âDo you always ask this many questions? Should I gag you next?â
âThat wonât be necessary, but I canât say Iâm against the idea.â
Bellamy shot the boy a disgusted glance. âWould make it hard to eat.â
âWell, my restrained hands make it hard to eat, whatâs your point?â
âIâll feed you, you wonât need your hands.â
The man poured out one large portion of stew and sat down in front of Julyen.
âYou asked me to gag you, yet you complain about sharing a bowl?â
âI wasnât complaining, I was just pointing it out.â
âOkay. Can you please be quiet while we eat?â
âIâll try. No promises.â
With that said, the man grabbed a spoonful of soup, still steaming. He had to blow on it a few times to be able to eat it. âNot badâ
âI thought we had to be quiet?â
âWe? I asked you not to speak, I never said anything about me.â
Julyen nodded . The man grabbed another spoonful of stew and shoved into the boyâs mouth. He smiled softly as he watched him squirm the hot liquid hurting his delicate tongue.
The boy blushed and nodded silently. The man caressed his cheek before feeding him another hot spoonful.
Bellamy used a cloth to clean the boyâs mouth. âAre you still hungry?â
âIâm a little tiredâ He replied, allowing his head to fall onto the manâs shoulders.
âOkay. To bed then.â He slowly untied Julyen and carried him into his bedroom.
âAm I sleeping on the ground..?â
âOkayâ Julyen offered another creepy âsmileâ and wrapped his hands around the manâs neck.
âDid you starve yourself, or does your community not have enough food to go around? You weigh almost nothingâ
âThe food tastes bad, so I donât eat much. Not a lot of meat.â
âIâll make sure to go hunting tomorrow then.â Bellamy said, plopping the boy down onto the mattress. He stood over him, staring down intensely.
âIâve never been with a man before. Have you?â Julyen asked, his eyes undressing the man.
âHow do you not know?â
âDonât know if it counts. I did the fucking, so it didnt feel different than being with a womanâ
âAt least one of us knows what theyâre doing. Thatâs ideal.â
They exchanged a few awkward glances, neither of them moving. After a few moments spent entirely in silence, the boy reached over and turned the oil lamp off, plunging the room into darkness. Bellamy then got undressed and crawled into the bed.
âOh, youâre still wearing clothes?â
âSorry, I wanted you to take them off for me. Forgot to ask.â
âWhy? Your hands arenât tied anymoreâ
âYeah, I know. I heard someone say that itâs âhotâ when someone undresses you, so I wanted to try it.â
âOkayâ the man sighed before taking the clothes off of the boyâs body. He wished the lights were still on, he wanted to inspect the body closer and check for any blemishes or scratches. He must have some somewhere, his skin couldnât just be perfect all over. But alas, the tiny amount of moonlight seeping into the room wasnât enough to help him see more than his silhouette.
Finally, the both of them were naked.
âSo, was it hot? How did it feel?â
âNot really. It kinda just felt like when mom would undress me for a bath.â
âMaybe itâs the way I did it.â
âNo, youâre not like her. Her hands were soft, while yours felt rough.â
âOh. Alright then. Should I start moisturizing them for you?â
âOkay, good to know.â
âYouâre gonna have to take the lead, I donât know how this works.â
âRight. Lay on your stomachâ
âOkayâ The boy said as he obeyed, laying on his stomach. âLike that?â
âUh..â The man hesitated. He pressed his hand onto the boyâs back, running his fingers from his nape down onto his ass. âYeah.â He placed both of his hands on his ass, gently feeling its shape. âDo you exercise?"
âNot really. I walk, but thatâs about it.â
âOh, yeah. I probably made you walk more than you were used to, huhâ
âYou did, but it paid off since you like my bodyâ
âI suppose so.â Bellamy waited a brief moment. He took a deep breath before shoving two fingers into his mouth. Once he felt they were sufficiently lubricated, they slowly made their way into the boyâs hole. âDonât clench, just breathe normallyâ
âIt feels odd. Not sure if I like itâ
âGive it a moment, youâre still getting used to it. Plus its just my fingers, my dickâll feel differentâ
âOkay..â He said quietly. His breathing had gotten heavier, more laboured, and he was certainly talking a lot less.
âThat should be enough, I thinkâ The man muttered to himself, taking his fingers out. He spat into his hand, rubbing it over his shaft. âLube would be better, but thereâs no way I can find any around hereâ
âDonât worry about it.â Bellamy sighed as he continued rubbing his shaft silently.
âIs it working? Do you want me to touch you or somethingâ
âJust, give me a sec. Itâs been a while.â
â..Maybe you could hold my handâ
Bellamy grabbed Julyenâs hand, his rough fingers caressing the back of his hand. That seemed to have helped him. âOkay, im readyâ
The man nodded, even though the boy couldnât see him, then let go of his hand and slowly pushed himself into the boyâs core.
âAh.. wait.. wait pleaseâ
âIt feels like I might..â
âThatâs not whatâs happening, just give it a moment. Does it hurt?â
âOkayâ Bellamy rubbed the boyâs lower back before pushing himself all the way inside. âYouâre.. quite tightâ
âWell.. nothing has ever.. gone in there..â The boy said breathily.
âI guess you have a point. Youâre okay if I move, right?â
âMhm..â The boy grabbed the nearest pillow and pushed his head into it.
Bellamy slowly began to thrust into the boy. He let out a few low groans, his body a lot more sensitive since the last time he had done it, before all of this undead stuff had happened. He could hear Julyen moaning into the pillow, though he couldnât figure out why he had chosen to muffle such cute sounds. The man wanted to hear it. âThereâs no one else that can hear you..â
âI want to hear youâ Bellamy said, picking up the pace.
âMmm-mm..â The boy shook his head.
The man, growing impatient, grabbed a handful of the boyâs long hair and yanked his head up. âI said I wanted to hear youâ He groaned in his ear, continuing to pound at his hole. He could see tears on the boyâs face, his expression one of pleasure, but also discomfort. He was letting out all sorts of lewd cries, making Bellamyâs member harden in excitement. âYou sound pretty when you cry..â he said, licking the tears off of the boyâs cheek.
Julyenâs legs suddenly began to shake against his will. He let out a strained groan as he felt himself release his built up pleasure directly onto the manâs sheets. âSorryy.. Sorry⊠â He cried out softly.
âThat can be cleaned.â He reassured, kissing the boyâs neck."
The boy did as he was told and laid on his side, his back pressed into the manâs.
âWeâll take a few minutes. I donât want your first time to be too exhaustingâ
âYou didnât cum. Letâs continueâ
âYes, in a moment. Weâre not done for the night, weâre just taking a breakâ
âBut I donât want toâ
âJust talk with me for nowâ
Bellamy wrapped his arm around the boy, his erection pressing painfully against his back. âHow does it feel so far?â
âNo, I wasnât fishing for a compliment. I want to know what it feels like to receiveâ
âOh. Well at first badâ
âReally bad. And kinda like I had to use to bathroomâ
âBut as you kept going..â
âI donât know. I guess at some point it stopped feeling badâ
âIt felt good when you pushed yourself into me.â
âYou say such lewd things sometimes. Have you ever had sex before?â
âOnly? I find it hard to believeâ
âWell, I was the one who did the fuckingâ He said playfully, trying to mimick the manâs gruff voice.
âOkay.â Bellamy sighed, pressing his lips onto Julyenâs back. Which do you prefer so far?â
âI donât know. It didnât really feel good when I did it with her. But I didnât like her, so its not a fair comparison.â
âI seeâ Bellamyâs member twitched angrily, which the boy noticed.
âIm okay now.â He said, grabbing onto the manâs hand.
âGood.â Bellamy quickly re-lubricated his length as he had before and inserted himself into the boy. It went in a lot easier that time, but still somehow felt just as tight.
Julyen squeezed the manâs hand. âFeels like.. Youâre deeper like this..â
âMhm.. yes..â He moaned quietly, his hips gently rocking against Bellamy.
That combination of the rocking and the soft moans made it impossible for the man to contain himself further. He placed a hand onto the boyâs waist as he began plowing into him much faster than he had before. âI canât.. itâs .. im sorry..â He apologized as he rutted into the poor boyâs hole.
Julyen let go of the manâs hand, desperately trying to muffle his moans by placing it over his mouth instead. His other hand wandered down his chest until it reached his now erect length. He slowly stroked himself as he felt the man repeatedly pound against his G-spot. He let out a soft cry, feeling himself orgasming again. Once more, his pleasure dribbled out of his body and onto the sheets.
âYou feel good too?â Bellamy groaned in pleasure as he moved the hand that was on the boyâs waist onto his chest. He gently toyed at the boyâs nipples, sinking his teeth into his back.
Julyen groaned. Heâd never felt anything like this before. It felt so raw, so intense, like his mind was melting and leaking out of his twitching rod. âCh..choke.. Choke me..â He moaned, placing his hand loosely over the manâs.
âOkay.â Bellamy kissed the bite mark heâd just left. He noted how his mouth now tasted of copper as he slid his hand up to the boyâs tender neck. Without warning, he started squeezing as hard as he could. The sound of the boy desperately gasping for air while clawing at and kicking him sent him over the edge. Without loosening his grip, he thrust himself into the boy, grunting as he felt a wave of pleasure course throughout his lower half. He released his climax as deep into the boy as he could, almost as though trying to breed him. As he came back to his senses, he noticed that the boy had gone limp. âOh, no.. Have I..â He brought a hand up to the boyâs nose and mouth. âOh, okay good. Asleep, then. Good night.â
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