The Fallout

Austin's P.O.V

“You see, there are certain things that the government hides from you, from all of us; because they fear the repercussions of the things that they have done. We, Oliver, Matt, Tom and I are one of the things that they hide from you because they deem us unfit to live in society, the society they were trying to create anew with that imbecile as a leader. We have been on the run since this all began because they have killed most of us off like we were some sort of internal threat to their perfectly calculated plan, when in all reality we are exactly what the people, what you all need to see. We have lost friends, and lost family just like you; we need sleep, water, and food just like you because we are all the same. Just because we come off as scary and come off as intimidating doesn’t mean that that is our intentions, we simply don’t know how to show that side of us in a way that doesn’t implement those things. All we want is to mend what has been destroyed and to create a prosperous world from the ruins and ashes of what was destroyed by the very people that vowed to protect us all. I promise, I swear that if you just give us a chance to show you our true intentions then we won't disappoint you. We want to see this world rise to the glory that it should hold, and it’s hard when your part of a dying breed. I vow that we will protect you with our lives, between the four of us we cannot be stopped by any man that lay in our way, but we don’t let that fact consume us; instead we use it as a tactic to gather as many people as we can. We wish for you all to join us on this…conquest, together we can fix this world, but without you all there would be nothing worth fighting for…” I cleared my throat as I scanned the crowd nervously, not once had I ever had to present myself in such a way; it was something I never wished that I had to do. I didn’t consider myself an advocate for the people, or a master at all things post apocalypse but I didn’t falter as I preached my case to the packed church. People lined the pews and the isles, all closely huddled together with confusion and worry etched on their faces as if it was something they couldn’t even begin to hide. My eyes fell to one woman who huddled her children close to her, they were all quite young themselves and the woman couldn’t have been more than 35 years of age; though she had soot and ashen patches crossing on her skin from the remnants of the fires that surely plagued almost every town. She smiled up at me when she realized that I had been staring, her eyes were a piercing shade of green and her teeth still a stark white color; I couldn’t help but notice the tears that fell all the way from her eyes and laid at the bottom of her chin. She looked at all of us before offering up her right hand; it fell into the familiar universal sign of hope, a peace sign.

“For all of you,” she spoke up as she quieted her youngest child who sheepishly sunk his face into her chest, I blinked several times in confusion.

“What do you-?” Oli began but halted his words as even more people offered up the symbol, I cast him an equally confused glance.

“You have given me hope when there seemed to be none,” an older man spoke softly as he stood from his seat and limped down the middle isle of the church. He halted as he came before me, then he sunk to his knees and did something that utterly confused me, he bowed.

“No! Do not bow to me! I do not want you all to view me as someone you have to respect and worship, I only wish that you all join our cause!” I hopped off of the small stage and gently helped the aging man, or more like forced him to his feet.

“Please, don’t do that again,” I whispered as I patted him on the back, he smiled kindly at me.

“You all are our only hope though, I merely wish to show my appreciation. I hope I may live long enough to see your vision come true.” He mumbled as he slipped from my grasp and went to resume his seat. I smiled at no one in particular as I raised my head and faced the packed room,

“By a show of hands, who is with us?” I called out loudly as Oli came to my side, gripping my arm in support of my actions and words. He and I gasped as the room erupted into loud cheers as every hand shot up towards us, I felt relieved almost instantly. It was reminiscent of a weight being lifted off your shoulders, in likeness of moments when the grips of doubt start slipping from your mind as a new found confidence sparks something inside of you.

“Please, go pack your belongings; we will set up a camp here in this church and the neighboring buildings. Return as soon as possible, I don’t want to test the government with what has happened here today.” Oli called to the now rising crowd, they obeyed without question; leaving only the four of us alone in the now quiet church.

“I'm shell shocked to say the least. Perhaps they are just easily swayed after what happened…or perhaps they will come back with torches in hand.” Matt grunted as he plopped down on the stage, dragging an equally shocked Tom along with him.

“Perhaps, Oli, may I speak with you?” I questioned as I turned to face the older man, he nodded his head tiredly.

“Yeah, of course.” He murmured as he hopped back on the stage and left via a side exit, I followed him without a word. Once securely inside the small office of what I presumed was the priest, I shut the door and fished the flashlight out of my pocket before switching it on and laying it on the floor.

“What’s up?” he questioned awkwardly, almost as if he was nervous of what I would say next, but I wasn’t in the mood for talking. I grabbed his arm gently and led him towards me until our bodies were flush with each others. I leaned back on the wall and brought him impossibly close to my chest, after a few tense moments he relaxed into my embrace and circled my neck with his arms.

“Kiss me,” he demanded playfully, but as I looked down at him I could see the seriousness in his eyes. It sent an overwhelming feeling to my heart which was thumping incredibly fast into my chest, but I also wasn’t in the mood to disappoint. I gripped the back of his neck with one hand and used the other to lightly pry his chin up so our eyes were glancing into the others. He lifted himself onto his toes as I finally closed the small distance between us and pressed my lips to his. He eagerly kissed back, using his tongue to pry my lips open and using his teeth to lightly tease the muscle as it danced for dominance with his own. I couldn’t suppress the overwhelming urge to feel his skin against mine so I did what any one would do in the time; I led my fingers to the hem of his shirt and slid my hand under the somewhat stiff cotton fabric. His back was tense and taught with the newly found muscles he had enquired whilst trying to stay alive in the now failing world we lived in, his skin felt slightly dirty to the touch but I imagined mine was just as bad if not worse. He didn’t seem to mind the inquiring of my fingers on his skin nor did he seem to mind when my mouth went away from his and down to his neck; leaving a small trail of kisses until I fell into the crook of his skin. He whimpered as I lightly scratched at the skin along his spine and bit down on his collar bone in time with my hands movements.

“Austin…” he warned as I let my hand slide lower and lower until it rested on the small of his back, just a short distance away from the line of his pants.

“Want me to stop?” I whispered into his ear, I felt him sigh before shaking his head.

“No, I want this, no I need this. I can't hide it anymore Austin, I need you.” He whimpered as my hand without warning grabbed hold of his waist and I scooped him into my arms before gently laying him on the ground.

“Oli, how are you still so beautiful?” I questioned as I slid my fingers under his shirt and traced patterns into his firm chest, he sighed contently.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” he whispered as he tossed his head back into the ground while my other hand agonizingly lifted his shirt off of his head, he frowned.

“Do you really need that?” he smirked as he grabbed hold of my shirt and pulled at the fabric, I shook my head.

“Guess not,” I replied smugly as I made quick work of discarding the blood stained shirt from my body, he smiled when it was on the floor.

“Perfect, just like I imagined if not better,” he commented as his hands flew back to my neck and dragged me down on top of him so that are bare chest lay directly on the others.

“So you fantasize about me?” I teased as I ran a hand up and down his small side, he snickered.

“Maybe once or twice, I can't help myself,” he proclaimed as he began to lightly scratch at the skin on my back, I smirked before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Why is that?” I asked as I continued to peck at his lips, he giggled once again before turning so that I hit his cheek.

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question? Or is it just rhetorical?” he challenged as I planted a trail of kisses up and down his cheek.

“A bit of both, no, really, tell me what you think of me.” I instructed as his hands wrapped firmly around my waist.

“Look at me,” it sounded like a plea more than a command so I did as told, I gasped when my eyes fell to his. Even in the dim light that the flashlight provided I could clearly see he was a bit more than upset. His eyes were swollen as he desperately fought back tears, and his lips were turned up in desperation as my eyes bore holes into his own.

“You wanna know what I think of you?” he questioned as he finally allowed the tears to spill over from the confides of his eyes, I quickly kissed them away and snuggled my head close to his, my body falling from on top of him to his side so that I could properly lay out on his chest. I kissed his shoulder reassuringly as he took a deep breath.

“I think…I think you’re probably the most amazing man I've ever met, and it’s really shit to think that I would have never gotten this close to you if it wasn’t the end of the world, you know? You’re the kind of man that I always dreamt about bringing home to my parents, the kind of man that I would show off like the arm candy he is. You're the kind of person I would proudly show off to everyone I met because I would have been so shocked to have someone as great as you by my side. You're without a doubt an incredible person, your words bring a comfort to me that no one else’s could, and I feel absolutely safe whenever I'm with you. I know it sounds cliché,” he paused for a moment to catch his breath and gave me time to give him a quick kiss while I continued to wipe the tears from his eyes. “But going back to what I said earlier, I would have never gotten this close to you if it wasn't for the world ending…but is it completely wrong that I'm kind of glad it did? I mean…it’s safe to say I feel horrible at the thought of wishing that all those people died and that my parents…but my point is,” I silenced his babbling by placing my lips on his for a brief moment. He looked up at me curiously,

“You're point is that this, that we…never would have happened if it wasn’t for everything else.” I concluded with a small smile, he nodded his head.

“Exactly what I was trying to say…Austin I know this may not be appropriate for the times but…would mind saying how you feel about me?” Oli proposed as he slid his arm around my side and kissed the top of my head,

“I’d be honored to tell you. But can I just narrow it down into a few words?” I raised my eyebrow at him, he laughed.

“Of course, sorry I ranted.” He blushed in embarrassment as he bit his lip in response to my proposition,

“Well, first of all, don’t apologize. Secondly, you're perfect, stunning, cunning, rebellious, inspirational, admirable and protecting. Not to mention I always get this huge overwhelming urge to hold you and kiss you until you return it…I guess you could say that I’ve come to appreciate you a lot more than I ever had anyone else. So I actually have a question for you,” I raised from his chest so that I could look him in the eye, I was relieved to see what resembled happiness in place of the utter sorrow I saw moments before.

“Yes?” he asked as I laid my forehead atop of his,

“I know these kind of titles don’t matter much nowadays, but would you…be my boyfriend?” I felt my stomach do flip flops as soon at the words escaped past my tired lips, Oli pondered my question for a moment before grinning up at me.

“I’d love too,” he replied, before eagerly pressing his lips to mine for a few seconds, then he paused and returned back to his earlier state.

“Not to kill the mood but I think we should go back out there, we can finish this later?” I laughed as he groaned but agreed with me nonetheless. We got up and returned to our feet before sliding our shirts back into place, I grabbed the flashlight as I opened up the door for him.

“Thank you,” he commented as he strode out of the room, throwing a wink and a smug smirk my way; but I had a feeling he wasn’t just thanking me for holding the door open for him. I did a double take as my eyes fell back into the dimly lit room, my curiosity got the better of me as I spotted a small crumpled piece of paper that rested on the floor where Oli and I had been laying. I made sure he was out of my line of vision before re-entering the room and snatching the lone piece of paper off of the floor. For some reason I was incredibly nervous as I unraveled the crumpled mass, gripping the flashlight close enough to where I could read the paper, I gulped as I prepared myself for whatever may lay on the sheet.

Yet, nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

Notes

I did a really long chapter because it needed to be done ;-;
Enter the some what smut filled relationship between our two protagonists, but how do you think their relationship will fare with what Austin just discovered about Oli?

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Siren