(10/3) prompt: zombie — 1,220 words (mild sexual content; scare maze shenanigans) @jegulus-microfic
James is honestly beginning to regret every decision that’s led him up to this moment. He knows why he let himself be talked into going to a scare park this year, but he’s having a hard time keeping it in mind the longer he’s there. The thing is, he usually doesn’t scare so easily. His boyfriend loves horror movies and supernatural type shows, they’ve watched plenty of them together.
When he’s living in a moment straight out of one, though? It’s a little different.
The Undead Outbreak walkthrough is fucking killer, he’ll give them that. He’d lost his friends a little ways in, going opposite directions in the maze. Stupidly, James is now left alone, no one to cling onto, bracing himself for whatever jumpscare comes out at him next. The strobe lights and fog machines make it hard to tell what’s a person and what’s a prop, but he’s doing his best.
Rounding a corner, James finds himself at a fork in the walkway. From what he can tell, one way is slightly better lit than the other —meaning that’s probably the better option, probably leads to somewhere he actually wants to be. Still, he hesitates a beat, squinting toward the darker passageway. He thinks he can make out what’s meant to be a door a ways down, blocked off with yellow caution tape that reads ‘do not open’ in bold letters, splattered with fake blood.
More than likely a dead end. There’s got to be a zombie lurking in the shadows down there, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to launch themselves at.
James turns to face the way he’d just come from, debating whether or not it’s wise to backtrack and find more of a crowd to follow. Just so he knows he’s potentially going the right way instead of either of these new ones. He’s not having an easy time figuring it out on his own. Safety in numbers, or whatever, even if none of this is real.
Before he can commit to a decision, however, there’s a hand clasping at the back of his sweatshirt, tugging. He’s not embarrassed to admit that he lets out a pathetically scared noise, trying to squirm away from the firm hold. The snarl of a zombie is uncomfortably close to his ear as he’s towed toward the blocked off door he noticed at the dead end’s walkway.
Logically, James recalls a reminder from earlier in the day that the scare actors aren’t supposed to touch the guests. Unfortunately, the logical part of his brain isn’t firing on all cylinders as he’s being dragged through a horror maze he can barely see clearly in.
He’s shoved back into the wall, a forearm barred across his chest to pin him there. It takes him a moment, maybe two, to adjust to the dimmer flashes of light in this area. Then he recognizes what’s happened; familiarity in the zombie’s dark curls and sharp jaw, even painted with false blood and rot, filmy contacts blocking out grey irises.
“Hi, baby.”
“Oh, fuck you,” James wheezes, thunking his head back against the wall.
Regulus laughs, snapping his teeth playfully at him. “Told you I’d find you.”
“Almost gave me a bloody heart attack, you dick.”
James tosses his boyfriend’s arm away from his chest, but makes a grab at the collar of Regulus’ tattered costume shirt instead. Before he can pull him in fully, he pauses, hazel eyes flickering over the gash at Regulus’ hairline, the couple zombie bites along his neck. James brushes his thumb along the edge of the prosthetic piece at the juncture of Regulus’ neck and shoulder, nose wrinkling faintly.
“These look so real,” He comments.
“Kind of the point,” Regulus chuckles. “I can give you one if you want.”
James snorts, eyes rolling good-naturedly now that his racing heart has started to slow back down. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhm.” Regulus leans forward to close the few inches between them, catching James’ lower lip between his teeth and pulling at it.
When it snaps back into place, James breathes in shallowly, mutters, “Baby, you’re at work.”
“I’m bored. Hardly anyone’s come down this way.” Regulus curls both hands at his hips, shifts to slot one leg between both of James’ thighs, pressing until James lets out a soft groan. Nosing along the line of his jaw, Regulus hums. “Best case even if they do, they’ll just think you work here, too, and that I’m eating you.”
“Interesting choice of words,” James exhales, half a laugh.
“That might be a little more obvious, I’m afraid,” Regulus mutters into the side of his neck. He kisses gently along the soft skin for a moment, James’ head lolling to the side to give him more room.
“Have to wait until we’re home, then.”
“Mm, can do this in the meantime, though.”
Without further preamble, he bites down, digs his teeth in in a way that toes the line between pain and pleasure. James gasps when Regulus sucks harshly at the bitten skin, inevitably leaving a mark behind. The grip at his hips tightens, guiding James to rock forward against the thigh pressed to the growing bulge in the front of his trousers. Regulus drags his lips an inch downward, sucks another mark into tan skin just below the first. James rolls his hips forward on instinct, digging his fingers in on either side of Regulus’ ribs.
“Reg—” James cuts off on a breathless moan when Regulus slips a hand into his back pocket, palming at his ass and pushing him forward still. “Baby, I’ve still got to walk out of here.”
“Plenty of time to walk off the hardon,” Regulus mumbles against his skin.
James hisses, hips jerking forward, when Regulus sinks his teeth in again, a third mark sucked in a straight line down the side of James’ neck. One of his hands lifts, sinking his fingers into familiar dark curls at the back of Regulus’ head and tugging slightly.
“Not my dick still being hard that I’m worried about,” James manages, moaning again after the fact.
Regulus hums lowly then licks a broad stripe up the trail of bruises he’s left behind, grazes his teeth at James’ earlobe. James shudders, taking in an equally shaking breath between parted lips.
“Straight down that way, two lefts, then a right,” Regulus murmurs in his ear.
James blinks dazedly up at the flash of strobe light above them. “What?”
Abruptly, Regulus cuts all contact with him, hands falling and a large step taken backward. He inclines his head the opposite direction from the current dead end when James frowns at him in question.
“The way out.”
James lets out a loud laugh, head shaking. “You’re actually the fucking worst, you know that?”
“Oh, I know, baby,” Regulus coos tauntingly, slick and reddened lips curled in a smirk.
The fake blood around his mouth is smeared even more than it already was, meaning there’s some mingling with the fresh bruises. James really might look like he was mauled by a zombie, actually. He shifts on unsteady legs, adjusting his current predicament in his trousers discreetly. Regulus’ lips twitch knowingly anyway.
James steps forward, catches Regulus’ chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll see you at home.”
Regulus snaps his teeth playfully at him once again. “Can’t wait.”
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