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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Gone_Series_-_Michael_Grant
  Relationship:
      Drake_Merwin/Sam_Temple
  Character:
      Drake_Merwin, Sam_Temple
  Additional Tags:
      Out_of_character_Drake_is_the_best_drake, Believe_it_or_not_an_even_more
      dystopian_fayz_is_possible, Fayz_more_like_GAYS, not_so_slow_burn, What
      happens_when_a_sunshine_boy_dates_an_emo_boy, Smut_is_in_the_second
      chapter_if_thats_what_ur_looking_for
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-22 Updated: 2018-03-19 Chapters: 2/5 Words: 1385
****** You're My New Caine ******
by Glasses_and_FanFics
Summary
     Sam was sick of his life. Sick of the things he used to love.
     Wanting the things he used to hate.
***** Greenies *****
The air was heavy with dust, cold and dry. Drywall had been clawed off to
expose bare wood behind grey wallpaper. The moonlight was the only thing
illuminating Drake's pale face as Sam sat up in bed.
This wasn't supposed to happen, this... relationship. This was bad and he knew
he shouldn't but he felt something from it.
For the first time in a while he had rebelled against authority. In this case
however, the authority was a certain blond genius.
"Sam."
He turned his head back to look at the sadist. The boy who had traumatized him.
The boy who had saved him from a pack of flying snakes, greenies, and had yet
to offer an explanation as to why.
"Mm?"
"Can't sleep?"
Sam had tired eyes and filthy hair. He had come very close to a horrible and
disturbing death. No, he was not sleeping well.
"Yeah."
Drake patted the side of the bed, Sam's side, alluding to the fact that he
could comfort Sam and help him sleep.
"Why did you save me?"
The emotionless face that Sam had started at mere seconds ago turned angry.
"I told you I don't want to talk about it."
"Why?"
Drake sat back, letting his head fall onto the pillow for the second time that
night.
"Lie down."
Sam did as he asked, and rested his head on the boys chest, wrapping an arm
around his torso.
"Sam," he started, "Caine is the worst human I've met in my entire life. I
won't go into detail. To make a long story short I barely managed to claw my
way out of Coates and live in the old shack in the dessert. It had some food
left, not much water."
Sam took a deep breath in, his face buried in Drake's chest, playing with the
fabric of his shirt.
"Then I saw you, stumbling drunk out of the little village up at the lake. You
were at an all time low, even I could see that from a hundred feet away. S-"
"My all time low was when you whipped the skin off my back."
Drake cringed at that.
"Sam."
"What."
"None of that."
Drake rested a hand on the boys back, dragging it up and down slowly. Sam once
again fell into Drake's grip and relaxed on his warm body. Drake moved his hand
lower, earning a soft moan from Sam.
"I saw you wandering into greenie territory. I knew I couldn't survive on what
was left in the shack, so I followed you. I saved you from having parasites
take over your body and slowly eat you. It payed off, obviously."
"I asked why, not how."
Drake chuckled. "I need someone just as strong as Caine on my side if I want to
live. I knew it was only a matter of days before he would come to find me and
drag me back to Coates."
Sam felt the boys heart quicken. Drake took a deep breath.
"So you're using me for protection?" Sam raised himself to be eye level with
Drake. The blond looked up at him, unafraid. He took a deep breath, silently
enjoying the feeling Sam on top of him.
"Yes."
Sam didn't respond.
"You're my new Caine."
The blond felt his throat clutch and his sinuses sting. Hot water began to blur
his vision but he continued to talk in a trembling voice.
"You're my new Caine."
***** Submit *****
Chapter Summary
     This is the smut chapter u dirty sluts
     Also some background info b/c this is an AU
Sam had stayed home for a while. By home he meant the only in-tact apartment
there was left in the complex. Ever since the Great Disaster happened, the
population of the Fayz had been cut in half. More than half.
The reason Sam had been stumbling out of the village drunk was because he was
at a mental low. The village was a tiny and pitiful neighborhood after the
Great Disaster. He didn't have the strength to deal with the tragedy.
Perdido Beach was a deserted wasteland. The Disaster had hit hardest here. Only
rats and roaches scuttled the streets of the once vibrant costal town.
Sam didn't know why he had taken a liking to that creep. That monster who he
had once hated.
The sex was great though.
Morning sex was okay but Sam heavily preferred evening sex. It just felt
better.
Of course, Drake didn't care.
Sam would wake to Drake's arm around his waist. Turning onto his back, he would
feel Drake's lips on his.
Warmth would pool in his stomach and what made it even better was when Drake
would palm his most sensitive spot. Sam tilted his head back, breath shallow as
he felt a familiar pressure between his hips.
The blond would flip him onto his front and stick his fingers in Sam's mouth.
Once he got his fingers lubed with the boys saliva he-
"Your heart is beating faster."
Sam realized he had been fantasizing about Drake... right next to Drake.
"Oh, um..." Sam sighed. "Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Nothing."
Drake laid down beside him, the front of his legs warming the back of Sam's
thighs. The brunet rubbed himself into Drake, enjoying the feeling of his
length on his behind. An involuntary moan escaped his lips as the blond took
Sam's hips and brought them closer to his length. He felt how hard Drake was
and turned around to meet the boys face and was greeted with a kiss. Drake
slowly climbed on top of Sam and rutted up against him, feeling his growing
erection.
He began to give Sam a hickey as he removed both of their pants. Sam's shirt
was soon on the floor while Drake put his fingers in Sam's mouth. There wasn't
much lube in the Fayz; saliva was a good alternative.
Drake removed his fingers from Sam's mouth and fliped him over onto his front.
He pressed his saliva covered finger onto Sam's hole, teasing Sam before the
brunet got to enjoy anything.
"Beg for it."
"Please," Sam pleaded, "Drake. Please, please I-I-I beg you. Please fuck me."
His voice was small and pitiful, serving Drake a full erection.
Slowly, he inserted his fingers in the boys tight hole. He pushed in and out,
preparing Sam while watching him moan and whine Drake's name. The brunet rested
his arms above his head, something Drake secretly loved. It made Sam look
vulnerable, one of his biggest turn-ons.
"Auh... Fuck, Drake!"
Drake continued moving his fingers in and out, watching as Sam came close to
cumming, but he wasn't about to let him finish this early. Once he saw precum
start to drip out of Sam's length he removed his fingers and positioned
himself. He pressed the tip just gently onto Sam's hole, teasing him to watch
the boy beg for it. As he did, he spread the boy's thighs out nice and wide,
grabbing his hips harshly.
Slowly, he inserted himself into Sam.
"Oh, oooooohhhhhh!" He whined.
Sam began panting as Drake started out as slow as possible which was already
enough to make him moan at the top of his lungs.
"Oh fuck... Drake, Drake! Oooooh!" Sam gripped the sheets as Drake got faster.
Gritting his teeth, his moans grew louder and louder.
"God... Drake! Hah... Fuck!"
Sam grew weaker as the blond sped up his pace completely, plowing in and out of
Sam as his moans turned into screams of pleasure.
Drake kept Sam's knees spread wide apart, pushing his upper back down to make
Sam's behind remain at the same level as the blond's hips. Sam had his face
burried in a pillow as he felt Drake fill him up repeatedly, fully, pulling
almost entirely out before sliding back in right into Sam's favorite spot.
Tears of intensity glided down Sam's face, Drake was almost close. The brunet
let the boy grip him tightly, submitting to whatever Drake wanted him to do.
Tonight, it was to keep his shoulders down and his behind where Drake wanted
it.
"Oh! Ooooohhhhh! Fuck, Drake! Drake! Aahaah!"
Sam came with a choked cry just a second before Drake, who gripped his hips
with orgasm for a full ten seconds before relaxing beside Sam.
Drake pulled out, making Sam whimper loudly.
The blond was beet red and physically exhausted as he lay panting next to the
brunet.
"Fuck."
"Fuck indead."
"Shut up."
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