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L4D2 Yaoi fic. NickxEllis. [This is against my ******** will. I hate you, Daniel. -n-]
Single chapter fic. Don't ask for more. Seriously.

"Thank god. Were almost outta here. First thing imma do is get me a damn cheeseburger." Coach said.
"Yeah. Real nice Coach. Maybe if you try enough, you'll only eat one, and not fifty!" I said.
"Nick, shut the hell up. Don't disrespect a man and his snacks." Ellis said. Stupid kid.
"Whatever." I said. The copter was speeding towards safety. Good enough. I just want to get outta here and find a good looking girl. Rochelle...ugh. Not my type. That one girl we met...Zoey I think was her name. She was nice. Great a**. Mm.
"Uh folks, this don't look good." The pilot said.
"What do you mean, NOT GOOD?" I said.
"We got less fuel than I thought. We're gonna have to make a stop."
"God DAMMIT! If we don't get this done FAST, I will kill you with your own damn gun." I said. It seems I never catch a break. When this is over, screw the rest. I'm going somewhere where I wont be annoyed.
"Okay. We're landin. We outta be safe for now. Just sit tight and wait it out."
We stepped out, and that familiar scream sounded. Great. Way to go, a*****e pilot. Put us in the middle of a goddamn horde. Glorious.
"s**t. This ain't good man. I thought we was gonna get out-"
"ELLIS!" A hunter pinned him. I kicked it off, and punched it in the face, killing it.
"Well damn Nick..."
"Shut up."
"WEAPONS HERE!" Rochelle yelled out. I grabbed an AK-47. Strong, rugged gun. Like me. Heh. We carved through. The pilot was torn the pieces, and the plane was a false hope.
"Well s**t. Looks like we back to square one." Coach said.
"Yeah. I'll never trust a damn pilot as long as I live." I replied. We grabbed health packs, some pills, and went through the building we landed beside. Small crowds of zombies. This had all become routine to us.
"Spittah!" Coach yelled out. Dispatched in seconds.
"Jockey!" Rochelle called. Down it goes.
"Hunter!" Pinned me to the floor. Ellis knocked it right off, and shot it in the face.
"Thanks man."
"Hey, you did the same for me. Never hurts to help a friend out."
"Right." We stood there clutching hands after he picked me up, and we just kinda stared at each other. We looked away and dropped hands.
"Safe house ahead!" Rochelle said. We got in. We healed up, grabbed ammo, blocked the doors, and sat down. We could rest for a while. Coach got to making the food.
"Man, I gotta PISS. This Safe House have a bathroom?" Ellis asked.
"I think I saw it near the back. This place is a lot bigger and well stocked than most." Rochelle said.
"Yeah. Like Survivors wanted this place to be a spot where others could stay for more than a few hours." I said. Ellis walked out of the bathroom, and I went in. I emptied the tank, and peeked around the bathroom. I opened the cabinet, and to my surprise, I found something I thought I would NEVER see again. A box of condoms. My size too. I pocketed them. Never know when you might need them. Suddenly, that witch might stop crying, and start begging for some..."comfort". With the way the zombie apocalypse is getting, I might wanna broaden my options. I looked at myself in the mirror. Things had changed. My stubble was getting heavy. I was covered in grime, blood, and god knows what else. My clean, white suit was turning gray. Yuck. I walked out.
"Anybody else?" No one responded. I got to cleaning my gun. Unlike them, I don't enjoy casually tossing away a gun. It's an instrument of beauty.
"Hey, Coach, toss me that rag?"
"Sure." He threw it to me, and I started cleaning the stock. After a few hours or so of polishing, cleaning, and even oiling to my surprise, I was done. Never thought I would find a gun kit here. I set it in the corner for me to grab when we leave.
"No way. Is that what I think it is?" Ellis said. I looked over. A case of Revolvers.
"Any of you ever use these? No? Okay. I guess I'll take it then." I reached over and took it. Looked to be .44 caliber ammo, and in great condition. I pulled out the P220 in my holster, and put in the Revolver.
"Nick, you sure you wanna use a six shooter?" Coach asked.
"Hell yeah. This was the gun I used for my first mob hit." I said.
"Wait, what?" Rochelle asked.
"I was in the Mafia. Hitman. My first kill was with one of these."
"Damn. Things some people do for money..." Ellis said.
"It's not as bad as you think. We keep the streets clean. We clean up after ourselves. We keep it suave."
"Right right. It don't surprise me that was your profession." Coach said.
"Meh. If the Mafia taught me anything, it's that I love pool."
"s**t. We'll have to play a game sometime Nick." Ellis said.
"Yeah. When we get outta this." I said. The thing that shocked me the most was that I meant it. Looks like I wont be leaving these guys once it's over. Not Ellis at least.
"Dinners ready Come on and get ya eats." Dinner was tomato soup, fried chicken, and some carrots. Bland. But we were used to it. Everything was a routine. Wake up, fight, survive, get to the safe house, clean, eat, sleep, wake up. It needs to end.
"Okay, lets go to bed." Rochelle said. We rolled out the sleeping bags, and turned out the lamps. I fell asleep fast. Then my dreams kicked in. I was in a city street. A familiar place. But it didn't feel right. No infected. Not a single one. And no Survivors either. I walked around a bit, then I found them. Coach, Rochelle, and Ellis's bodies. They were dead.
"N-nick...Help me man...Pick me up.."
"Huh? Ellis?"
"Nick...help me.." I picked him up and carried him. Wedding style. He was getting blood on my suit.
"Ellis. It's gonna be okay man. Come one. We can make it." Then I heard it. The bellow. I couldn't be anything else. Tank. I turned, and there it was, it came towards me full speed, and I couldn't move. It punched me, grabbed Ellis, and what I saw will forever haunt me. It tore Ellis in half. In a single move. and just tossed the remains away. I grabbed the Molotov from my side, which I had no idea was there. I ran towards him, and threw it down, standing in the fire.
"IF I GO DOWN, YOU COME WITH ME YOU STEROIDAL d**k SUCKING SON OF A b***h!" And I stood there, punching it, while burning alive. He picked me up, and hurled me against a building. I layed there, breathing my final breathes, and it came towards me, pulled back to punch me, and swung. I woke up. I was clammy, and shivering.
"Pull it together Nick.." I looked at Ellis...and moved a little closer to him. I went back to bed.

We were already on our way to the safe house. Still few infected. It had me worried.
We moved along at an easy pace. Then, we heard a chopper overhead.
"To any Survivors, I will be landing on top of a rooftop. It will be above a safe house. Prepare yourselves, and hurry."
"Alright. Let's go." Ellis said.
"I gotta agree." Coach replied. We headed that way. We didn't even bother going in the safe house. We just climbed the fire escape. After about 15 minutes, he landed, and Coach and Rochelle climbed on.
"AW s**t! HELP!" Ellis yelled. A Hunter had pinned him on the bottom of the fire escape. I climbed down and killed it. Then, a horde swarmed. We fought it off best we could alone.
"We gotta go! Sorry folks!" The pilot said.
"BULLSHIT!" The rotor started up, and he lifted off.
"GOD DAMMIT! ASSCLOWN!" Ellis and I moved into the safe house, fighting them off. We locked the door.
"Nick, what are we gonna do?"
"Keep going. Find a way out. I have not come this far to die now."
"Right. You think we can make it? The two of us?" I looked at him, and grabbed his face. He was just a kid. Stubble only starting. I pulled him close to me.
"N-nick...This don't feel right man.."
"Shut up Ellis." I kissed him. A quick tongue touch, and then I pulled back. Never in my life did I honestly think I would ever do that. I just kissed a guy.
"N-nick...What are you doing..." I took him into the back room. I made him my b***h. And he loved it.
"Nick..."
"Yeah Ellis?"
"I think we can make it. The two of us."
"I know we can. Come on. Bed time." He moved beside me, and I held him. We drifted off to sleep.

I woke up. He was in my arms. I thought it was all a dream.
"I..I never thought I would do something like that." He said.
"Neither did I. Come one, lets get going." We got up, grabbed our gear, and moved.
Infected more often now, but a lot less than normal, still. We kept going.
"All survivors. Head towards the Hospital. We have an evac set up. Hurry, and don't give up." It was the same pilot who rescued us yesterday. We moved on. Then a lot of specials hit. They kept coming. Ellis had my back.
"Stay with me Overalls."
"Shut up Nick." A Hunter pinned him, only, it was more vicious than usual. It was tearing away faster than I thought possible. I kicked it off, and shot it over and over.
"Nobody get's to cuddle him but me!"
"N-nick..Help me up." He was in bad shape. I pulled him up and healed him best I could. I would have to carry him. We kept going. The evac was only a few buildings away. Then I saw it. Just like in my dreams. A hulking mass. I sat Ellis down in an alley, and gave him my AK-47.
"Don't ding it."
"Alright...I'll try...Heh heh..." I ran out. I walked cautiously, and it turned around and noticed me. I pulled out my Molotov, and had a hand on my Revolver. I never got to test it. I walked up to me, and didn't try to hit me. Then it roared. Right into my face. I threw down the molotov and back peddled as fast as I could. He ran after, trying to hit me. I fired at him with my Revolver twice, and kept backing up. I fired more, and was down to one shot. I backed up two more steps, and felt a wall.
"s**t. I'm not gonna let it happen this time." He pulled back to hit me, and I put my Revolver to his head. I fired, and he swung. He missed and hit the wall beside me, and fell dead. I moved over to Ellis, and picked him up.
"Did...did you just beat a Tank? Alone?"
"Shut up Ellis." I kept walking. We were almost at the evac.
"Hey Nick?"
"What?"
"I...I love you." He whispered.
"I love you too Ellis." I walked in.