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mackjlee9 · 4 years ago

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Isaac Foster (Zack) x Top!Male!Reader [Lime]

Warning; mutual handjob, thigh fucking.

Modern AU

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Satsuriku no Tenshi

Requested by MintyBerry1 on Wattpad

The way Zack and I met isn't a nice one, not at all heartwarming.

As another couple of kids in this "orphanage", Zack and I were abandoned by our parents. His burn scars covered by white bandages were the first thing that caught my attention, followed by his mismatched eyes. All the other kids were afraid of him, murmuring how he was a "monster", but I never listened to those brats and I approached who became, my best friend.

Zack and I lived in that orphanage until we decided it was enough. I came up with an idea after I had found some kind of safe place to stay together, and we ran away one night. We were together inside an abandoned building, but the windows from the higher floors weren't bashed broken and there were some sheets still laying around, so we used those to cover our bodies from the cold winter weather.

At that time, we were fourteen, so we obviously couldn't get a job and earn any kind of money, so we stole essentials to survive longer. Food and water mostly, sometimes searching in the trash at night, looking for some old clothes that people would throw away.

Like that, five years went past, and our situation never got better, but it made us grow closer, relying on each other with blind trust.

But, there was one time, when a priest had come by since apparently, people were whispering about the building being "hunted" and they called a priest to cleanse the ambiance, and we met Grey. There was a short, blonde girl behind him with a dead look in her eyes, who we learned was called Rachel.

Father Grey told us he could give us a home, a roof above our heads, warm clothes, and steamy food on our plates. Of course, we were skeptical at first, since it had been such a long time since we'd trusted another human being, but we accepted his offer.

A few days later, we packed the little stuff we had and left the building tightly holding hands. Zack kept his eyes looking down, his grip getting tight the further we walked away from what we got used to call our home, and I responded to his action.

Now, seeing with my own eyes that same Zack, sitting next to Rachel as she taught him how to read made a grateful smile stretch across my face. I walked into the kitchen, getting both of their attention and Zack snatched the paper on the table, which he was previously writing on.

"(M/n), look!" He almost shoved the piece of paper on my face, making me chuckle, and lower his arms to read the letters scribbled on it with messy handwriting. "It's your name!"

And indeed it was, in big letters (M/n) (L/n) was written, making me smile and hug Zack tightly. Despite being twenty-two years old we still behaved like those little kids eight years ago, running away into the wild, reckless human world.

The house that Grey gave us wasn't just ours, well, it was more like a building, and each one had their own house here, apparently, we both weren't the only ones with living issues. Danny used to be a doctor, but he was fired due to the need for an employee shortage since they couldn't pay every single employee in the hospital. Cathy never talked much about herself, but it seemed like it was something related to being envied by some of her high school classmates, wanting to hurt her and her friend, she never said how she ended up here though. Eddie was the same, he was just a kid like Ray, and yet he used to work as tombstone maker with his family, and then there was Grey, who wanted to help these poor souls he got used to calling "angels".

Of course, Zack and I decided we'll still be together, so Grey gave us the basement floor, it was big enough for both of us and it's what we were used to anyway. Any other day, Danny and Cathy came by to spend time together, the blonde female always trying to flirt with Zack, which somehow made me feel slightly uneasy, but when I looked at my black-haired friend, I realized he wasn't interested in her, so that made me grin in victory. On the other hand, Ray was here every day, sometimes with Eddie, who followed behind her like a lost puppy, a love-filled look in his green eyes. They were adorable, to say the least.

And then, at the late hours of the evening, close to seven, Zack and I were left alone. We would watch tv or play games until one of us would pass out from exhaustion, and today was no different.

Our dinner consisted of pizza and other snacks, with two bottles of root beer, watching a cheesy, rom-com that made us cringe and laugh at the characters displayed on the screen along with their cliche storyline. And of course, every movie that has romance in it, it would show a kiss.

Even if it was as insignificant as a peck, it'll exist.

I felt my body tense, and when I glanced at Zack I saw that he was the same as me, averting his eyes away from the screen and pressing his lips in a straight line. Somehow, seeing his lips at that moment made a shiver run down my spine, along with goosebumps showing on my exposed forearms.

There was a heavy silence after the kiss scene ended, but we were still pretty flustered about that. None of us has had our first kiss yet, so it was an understandable reaction... even if in the back of my mind the sudden urge of wanting to kiss Zack was persistently bugging me.

"Y'know..." Zack started, making my ears perk at the sound of his soft voice, a shy undertone that I couldn't ignore, his mismatching eyes shifting over to look at me, "We could... kiss, maybe? Since we haven't..." he trailed on, gently playing with his bandaged fingers.

My (e/c) eyes stared at him, with a most likely, unreadable expression on my face, since I didn't even know what was going through my mind at his suggestion.

Zack stared at me, his black hair slightly casting a shadow over his eyes, and a scowl formed on his lips.

"Say something, (M/n)!" He reached his arm out, probably about to push me, but I held his wrist gently, pulling him closer to me, shifting our position on the couch so he was kneeling between my legs, one of them on the couch and the other plate on the floor. We were so close that I was able to hear him gulp, which made me relax knowing that he was also nervous about his own suggestion.

I reached my hands up to cup his bandaged cheeks gently, slowly leaning forward until our foreheads were touching, "Close your eyes, Zack." He frowned slightly but did as I told him. I stared at him for a few seconds, letting out a shaky sigh, and leaned in, pressing our lips together. It was a short kiss that lasted no longer than five seconds, but it was enough to make both of us flustered at the new sensation surging through our bodies. Despite that, Zack seemed to not be satisfied with that, his hands holding the collar of my shirt in his fists, pulling me closer again, and kissing me.

He started moving his lips against mine, it was a quick and messy kiss, which made me tangle my fingers in his hair while my other hand slid down to hold his waist, making him sit on my lap. The kiss turned slower as we started learning how all of this worked, taking short breaks every few seconds to take a breather, instantly going back to the other's lips.

Zack wrapped his arms around my neck, his hand holding me by the back of my head as we broke our kiss again, staring into the other's eyes. Our breathing was uneven, gasping for air as we realized what we did and how we were.

Zack flinched and moved back to his spot on the couch, lifting his legs up in a futile attempt to hide the obvious erection that had grown inside his underwear, pressing against his sweatpants... well, I was the same as him. He tried to hide his tent behind a cushion, but I grabbed it and threw it somewhere, hovering over his body, and pinning him against the armrest.

Zack stared at me with wide eyes, shyly glancing away, tense under my gaze. I placed my knee in between his legs, spreading them apart and shifting closer, making our erections press together. He let out a short gasp, covering his mouth with his hands, looking down at our hard dicks touching through the clothes.

"If you don't want it, tell me and I'll leave you alone, Zack..." his mismatched eyes stared into my (e/c) eyes, his pupils trembling slightly, making me sigh as I started backing away, ready to just bury my head under my pillow and hope that something falls on my head from the ceiling and kills me.

But the very instant I shifted back, Zack's legs were wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer to him, our erections grinding together at the sudden action, making a choked moan leave my lips while he whimpered into his hand.

"I didn't say anything, idiot..." he mumbled, both of his hands holding me by the back of my neck, our faces inching closer, our breathing mixing. "Just make it feel good or I'll kill you."

I chuckled at his threat and looked into his eyes, smirking and leaning down to join our lips in another kiss, a hungry, passion-filled, kiss.

I trailed my hands down, touching his torso over his shirt, and pulled down his sweatpants enough to make his erection spring out. Our kiss broke and he glanced down, seeing his own dick leaking pre-cum, making him whine softly, biting his lip. My hand gently gripped the base of his dick, rubbing up and down slowly, making him tilt his head back and close his eyes, breathy moans escaping past his lips. I stared at his expression and pressed a peck on his lips, trailing down, kissing his bandaged cheek and to his neck, wishing I could kiss his bare skin instead.

He shivered and held my face, latching onto my lips again, his hand going down to pull my erection out, Zack moaned against my mouth, moving his wrist as he stroked my cock at a quick pace.

I broke the kiss as a moan left my mouth, my hand gripping tightly into the couch as I started thrusting my hips into his hand, ragged breaths leaving my lips as I felt like I was already about to cum. I saw Zack smirk through my half-lidded eyes, which made me growl in annoyance.

I let go of his dick and gripped his wrists instead, making him close his legs, the back of his knees over my shoulder as I started fucking his thighs, causing our erections to rub together. Zack's back arched as he shamelessly moaned my name, the pre-cum dripping made a lewd, wet sound that reached our ears.

But what turned me on the most was seeing Zack's teary eyes, a dazed look as he stared at me, gasping for air and whining out loud. The tip of his tongue poked out slightly, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

"I-I'm gonna... cu-cum, (M/n)..." the way he whimpered my name made me gulp, gritting my teeth as I moved my hips faster, enjoying the sensations of how soft and rough some parts of his skin felt rubbing on my cock

It felt really good and I was about to cum.

"(M/n)... (M/n)~" he mumbled as his eyes were almost rolling back, struggling to keep them open as he looked at me with a needy gaze. "C-cumming..." he whined, his entire body shaking as his back arched, "Cu-cummingghng!"

With a loud moan, Zack's cum squirted up to his chest, staining his shirt. A low moan resonated within my chest as I also came, my semen mixing with his on his black shirt.

It took us a while to regain our breathing, but when we did, we couldn't even glance at each other. And stood up and fixed my clothes, turning around so Zack could fix his, and without looking at him I cleared my throat.

"I-I'll wash yo-your shirt, sin...since I d-dirtied it too..." I heard him shuffling around slightly before his black shirt was in front of my eyes. In complete silence, I walked to the bathroom and started washing the shirt in the bathtub. "What the fuck did I just do?" I groaned to myself, dread spreading across my face.

Extended Ending.

Meanwhile, Zack instantly rushed to his bedroom once (M/n) closed the bathroom door, and he locked himself in, covering his body up to his head with the sheets. He felt his face getting hot, despite knowing that his blush wouldn't be noticeable at all, but he couldn't help the fast beating of his heart.

"I-is it bad that I... wanna do th-that again...?" He closed his eyes tightly and pressed his hands on his face, having an internal panic about the whole situation. "What the fuck do I do now...?"

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alchemicalys · 6 years ago

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A Small Offer of Comfort

Fandom: Satsuriku no Tenshi Pairing: None (ZackRay centered, though) Rating: T (for swearing, cause y’know, Zack is in it) Word Count: 5500 Summary: As Rachel learns just what it means to be on the run with a wanted criminal, she begins to wonder about Zack’s life before they met, and the conditions he must have endured to make it here. Rachel only hopes that, now that they’re together, she can do something to change that.

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Rachel huffs in a clear show of annoyance.

Huddling next to Zack on a concrete floor with nothing more than a thin blanket to shield them from the night air was doing little to help Rachel find sleep. Despite their busy day, she couldn’t help but feel wide awake. It doesn’t help that, as her eyes scan their temporary shelter, her mind also wanders aimlessly.

She shuffles a little bit, clearly restless and sore at the points that make contact with the ground beneath her, before finally settling on her back. She stares up at the warehouse’s roof above their heads, the deteriorating tin slates blocking her view of the stars in the spots where the rust hasn’t carved gaping holes through their surface.

Expressionless eyes turn away from the sight above her to stare at her partner in crime. The blue-hued moonlight, filtering through large windows lining the far wall, is just bright enough for her to see his face. He rests peacefully beside her, his features calm, breath quiet. Her lips purse when she remembers the ease with which he fell asleep, followed by the somber thought that he is probably used to uncomfortable sleeping arrangements like this.

While it had been a few weeks since they had reunited, Rachel had yet to fully adjust to their life on the run. They had both agreed to stick together until Zack decided to fulfill their promise, but this situation where they’re constantly on the run from authorities is completely unfamiliar to her. She hates how much she still has to rely on him, but it isn’t just that her inexperience prevents her from being useful. When it comes down to it, what bothers her the most is how much it reminds her of the first time she’d stepped into Zack’s room on B6, the ache she had felt in her chest when she has seen the conditions he’d been living in.

Zack was used to surviving, used to scavenging for food and shelter, used to constantly being on the run. Rachel hates that she knows it’s true. Has Zack ever slept on a real bed before? Eaten a home-cooked meal? Taken a hot shower? These simple things that Rachel had taken for granted before were noticeably absent in their present situation. She could tell that it didn’t seem to matter to Zack one way or the other, and although she knows these are things neither of them really need, it doesn’t change the fact that she wants him to experience these simple comforts once in a while.

It’s not necessarily right to say she thought they deserved these luxuries; it was more that Rachel was selfish enough to want it for them, at least sometimes.

“Oi, Ray.”

Rachel’s body tenses briefly as his voice tears away the veil of quiet surrounding them. Her gaze shifts to meet Zack’s in the dark, finding his tired eyes already looking at her. She pinches her brows together in curiosity, wondering what caused him to wake up.

“Get some sleep already. We have to get moving soon and I’m not gonna carry your ass if you start passing out on me.”

With his words now hanging between them, he turns away from her, tugging the blanket up over himself a little more before settling back down. She feels no need to answer him anyway, so she doesn’t. Instead, she listens as his breathing slows once again, then shifts back into her original position on her side, her arm tucked under her head to try and alleviate some of her discomfort. She forces her eyes closed as she attempts to take his advice and rest in the little time they have left. Eventually, her body relaxes and her thoughts slow as consciousness finally slips from her grasp.

~*~*~*~

They pack up and head out as the sun rises, hoping to make it into town before the morning traffic starts to pick up. The long dirt path which leads to the warehouse, littered with red and golden leaves where they’ve died and fallen from their branches, eventually turns into a paved road. The trees that once bordered it become houses, which grow closer together as they make their way deeper into town.

The streets are still fairly empty, but Rachel keeps her eyes out for anything that may pose a threat to them. She’s been more cautious recently; this was the first big city they had arrived in after making their escape three weeks ago and they should probably move on soon if they don’t want to be caught. Zack seems calm beside her though, and she tries to pull herself towards that same sense of ease.

By the time they make it downtown the buildings are so tall that Rachel can’t see where they end without tilting her head and looking straight up. Here, people are starting to bustle around, beginning their morning routines. The indistinguishable happy chatter and sounds of traffic starting to pick up don’t bother her, but then again it’s not herself that she’s worried about.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rachel watches as Zack grips the handle of his disguised weapon tightly and hears him exhale loudly. She knows he’s getting restless, so she’s quick to point out a small side street, the entrance wedged between two buildings, which they head towards quickly.

Much of their morning is spent this way, avoiding populated areas by hanging out in the shadows, snagging some food for a late breakfast, and strolling around the backstreets as they run errands and pass the time. The sky continues to shine in ominous greys, but Rachel mostly ignores it even as the wind begins to pick up, nipping at her exposed skin.

They attempt to dodge groups of people as they move through the town, but there’s no way they can avoid crossing paths with everyone. Rachel can tell that it grates on Zack’s nerves, hearing and seeing their overly-happy faces, and she can see him getting increasingly irritated as the morning wears on.

By the afternoon Zack’s mood has soured considerably. She knows they’re here to acquire more food, bandages, and other essentials, but she wonders if it would have been better to come by herself. She can tell how much the foot traffic they’ve passed over the course of the day has gotten to him by the way he clenches his jaw every time they come across a group of smiling pedestrians, or how he’s been abnormally quiet for at least an hour. She wonders if there’s anything she can do to help, but keeps coming up blank.

They’re walking in an alley, shaded by some towering department store, when Zack finally speaks up, “I’m fucking hungry.”

“We just ate.” She blandly points out from beside him.

Zack turns on her quickly, “I fucking know that!” He stomps ahead of her a little bit, body tense as his free arm lifts itself into an angry gesture, and Rachel is reminded of a child throwing a fit.

She waits for him calmly, doesn’t bother to catch up to him as he storms off, instead continuing their stroll at her normal pace. This was something she was used to by now anyway, and it’s not like she can get mad when she truly considers the circumstances.

So, rather than respond to Zack’s foul mood, she instead keeps her eyes out for opportunities. She’d already picked a few pockets this morning, stashing the bills she found in the jacket of her fake-fur lined winter coat, so it wouldn’t be unreasonable for her to actually buy them some snacks from a market or something.

Zack returns from his outburst before too long, and even though she can still see the tension clearly in his shoulders, he seems to have calmed down just a bit. “Let’s go,” he grumbles before they continue their aimless walking in silence.

When Rachel’s feet begin to ache, she requests that they take a break. Rather than looking for an actual place to sit though, Zack just plops unceremoniously onto the ground, right between a dumpster and a small service door.

Her nose scrunches just slightly at his action, mildly disgusted. “I didn’t mean that I wanted to sit here.”

He smirks at her expression, clearly amused that she’s reacting to him at all. “Why? Not clean enough for you?” He makes a show of wiggling around in the dirt and grime purposefully.

Rachel looks away, cheeks puffing a bit at his clear teasing. “Fine. I’m going to get snacks.” She states before turning to leave without another word.

“I want chips.” He shouts as she walks away. “And a coke!”

He watches as she briskly vanishes around the corner before pulling himself up using the handle of his scythe. Despite her boring expressions, he can always tell when he’s getting a rise out of her and it amuses him to no end. He leans his weapon against his shoulder, takes a few paces in one direction, backtracks, turns around.

Not a minute later he’s tapping his foot, groaning, “How long is she gonna take?” He turns his head towards the dumpster beside him, glaring as if blaming it for the delay, then kicks it once for good measure.

The sound of a door opening distracts him from the trash, and he turns towards the sound of stumbling footsteps. A fairly round man staggers outside, flushed and disoriented, and Zack is quickly met with the strong scent of alcohol. He’s looking down at his feet, probably to make sure the ground doesn’t fall out from under him in his drunken haze, and rummaging around for something in his pocket. The door swings shut behind him as he finds and pulls out a smoke. With a cigarette in one hand, lighter in the other, he raises them up towards chapped lips, making it halfway before finally taking notice of the other person nearby.

As if in slow motion, the man’s gaze travels upward, past combat boots and red jeans and a blood-stained hoodie, before meeting a pair of mismatched eyes. Zack mouth forms a deranged smile as the man’s eyes alight with recognition. His body tenses, unlit cigarette slipping from his fingers as he freezes in shock.

“You- you’re-” He can’t seem to even speak properly through his fear; it just makes Zack even more eager to slice him open.

“That’s an interesting look on your face,” he declares gleefully, “So full of fear. If I give you a three second head-start, how far do you think you can get?” He readjusts the weapon on his shoulder so that he can lean in close to the frozen figure before him, not bothering to stifle his grin in the slightest as he states in barely restrained excitement, “Let’s see.”

Zack begins his countdown, watching with laughter in his eyes as the man wastes no time and rushes off down the alley, stumbling in his intoxication to get away. Her barely makes it 30 feet before his time is up, rounding a single corner before Zack catches him, cackling gleefully as he tugs him harshly by the collar, and throws him to the ground.

“Was that really the best you can do?” The drunk man attempts to get back up, but Zack places his foot against his abdomen, forcing him in place. He grabs at Zack’s legs to throw him off, but there just isn’t enough power to get him to budge; Zack can tell the moment he recognizes his efforts as futile, watches the fight leave his eyes. He raises his weapon.

“No, please—” Laughing in his delight, Zack takes just a moment to savor his favorite part of any kill, at the sight of a face morphed into one of terror and hate and desperation, much like the one staring back at him now. He then swings his scythe down like a gavel, piercing through flesh and bone with ease–straight through the chest.

Blood trickles out of the wound, making its way up the man’s throat and out his mouth. His features morph into pain as he tries to cough against the liquid in his lungs, as his body begins to fail. Zack watches this all in excitement, laughter wild and unrestrained as the itch that had grown throughout the day finally calms itself.

Rachel had long since finished her shopping, and returns to the place she left Zack, chips and soda as well as some bandages she’d snagged filling her shoulder bag, only to see that he's not where she left him. She looks around, seeing no clues beyond the oddly unlit cigarette on the ground, and makes an educated guess as to what had occurred. Listening proves more useful than looking; she suddenly hears a familiar, maniacal laugh reach her from down the alley, beyond where it splits down two separate paths. As she approaches, she can hears Zack more clearly, and when she turns she is met with a scene that causes her to exhale her exasperation.

Zack tugs his scythe from his most recent victim, grinning and bloody. He turns towards her, and she's thoroughly unsurprised by the excitement in his eyes.

“Zack.”

“You should’ve seen this bastard trying to run away from me. Looked like he was about to shit himself!” He doubles over as he laughs again, and she can only assume he’s replaying the man’s expression in his head. Her heart beats nervously in her chest as her eyes sweep their surroundings once, twice, searching for any motion that may indicate a living body in the shadows.

She doesn’t find anything, and so turns her attention back to Zack who seems to have finally calmed down enough to now savor his joy silently. This gives her the opportunity to speak.

“I was only gone for 10 minutes.” She states this factually, but Zack doesn’t need to see her expression, however vacant it may seem, to feel the clear reprimand in her tone, and feels the grin slide from his face.

He responds to her by glaring as she approaches him. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to take a break. He recognized me as soon as he saw me. What was I supposed to do, huh?” Zack crosses his arms, staring down at her quizzically as if daring her to come up with an answer to his ridiculous question.

Figuring it doesn’t matter much at this point, and not really caring to sour Zack’s mood once more, Rachel relents, “You do look more relaxed now.” As she speaks she begins to inspect the body, crouching down on the balls of her feet so she can feel around the dead man’s clothes for anything useful. Zack just shrugs off her strangeness, curiously watching her to see what she’ll find. Despite a few twenties in his wallet, Rachel finds little else on his person. She moves on to inspect the wound Zack had inflicted next.

“Tch. You’re expression is even boring searching a dead body,” he notes. The scythe scrapes a little against the concrete as Zack moves to swing it back up over his shoulder, and he starts to pace again.

She conveniently ignores him. “I don’t think this will be passed off as a random mugging, with a wound like this,” she informs him calmly, rising up and catching his gaze. “We should probably cover the body to at least make it less obvious.”

He groans, but sets his weapon against the nearest wall, following her instructions without further complaint as he drags the body off towards the side of the path before covering it with broken-down boxes and other trash haphazardly.

After their attempt to hide the body, almost certainly fruitless considering the foul smell of blood and death they couldn’t possibly do much about, they head away from the crime scene through the back roads. Technically they could leave town since Rachel had already picked up what they needed, but there was still the issue of shelter for the night.

They walk together until the sun’s light falls below a horizon they can’t see. She looks up at the darkened sky as she tries to solve their predicament; the grey clouds hovering above them do nothing to relieve her concerns about impending raining.

She wonders if they should just head back to the warehouse they had slept in last night. It wasn’t ideal but at least they wouldn’t be soaking wet.

Feeling a weight press against her suddenly, Rachel stumbles sideways a bit before correcting herself.

“Raaaaaaay,” she hears Zack whine as he leans harder against the arm he’d propped on her head, pushing against her even more, “I’m still hungry. You never brought me food.”

She wants to roll her eyes, instead reaching into her bag to grab his snacks, a task which turns out to be much harder with how determined Zack seemed to be in trying knock her over. She grasps the chips in her hand, presenting them to him.

He snaps up, snagging the package as he straightens and tearing into it without preamble. Her lips turn up just a bit in amusement as he devours the entire bag in record time, acting more like an excited child than a murderer.

He tosses the bag away after emptying it before looking her way expectantly.

“I don’t have any more.” She responds immediately.

“But I’m still fucking hungry. Lets go get more.”

At the implied ‘we’ in his statement, she makes a point to look down at his clothing, staring at a particularly large red stain, still fresh,

Zack scoffs as his eye twitches. “Shut up. Why do you always gotta be like this? Fine, you go then!” He rolls his eyes at her reasonable non-response.

“Sure,” is her simple reply as she turns to head out, complying with his request if for no other reason than to stop him from complaining about it. It might also have to do with the fact that now she’s getting hungry too. She takes a few steps before she stops, tilting her head towards him.

“Are you waiting here?”

“Of course.”

He says this as if it’s obvious. She thinks of earlier that day, when he had said something similar and she had returned to find him gone. “Just try not to kill anyone.”

Zack’s eye twitches. “For fuck’s sake, just get out of here already!” Rachel nods, taking that as the only amount of confirmation she’ll receive, then starts her walk towards the commercial district.

As she leaves the darkness behind, following the trail of neon lights towards her destination, Rachel slips her hands into her pockets to grasp the money she’d collected earlier in the day. She sighs as the warmth from her body thaws her frozen fingers, merging with pedestrian traffic easily, as if it were normal.

The warm summer air had long since left, and it was clear that autumn was fast approaching. Rachel rubs the sleep out of her eyes as she stifles a yawn, her body conveniently reminding her how little sleep she got the previous night. Her boots scrape against the concrete as she walks, too tired to do anything more than shuffle them along the ground. As she nears the shopping centers and restaurants, her stomach begins to ache in her hunger, and she figures it’s good that Zack complained about it so much or else she would probably just ignore the uncomfortable feeling.

The street traffic is louder here, busier; she crosses the road, eyeing shop windows and towering billboards as she considers her options. A gas station about 2 blocks up is the first thing that catches her attention, but she’s terribly tired of chips and soda, probably because it’s all Zack ever asks for. He probably doesn’t even think about having more variety in his diet, and while Rachel would like to toss the thought aside, she can’t help but believe in his own stubborn tendencies a little bit.

In her thoughts, she nearly runs straight into someone exiting a building. He doesn’t even look up from his phone or bother to stop, calling out a quiet, automatic apology as he continues on his way. She looks to where he had come from, and finds herself at the front door of a fast-food restaurant. She barely has to consider the idea of hot food before her mind is made up for her, and she makes her way through the sliding doors without further pause to make her order.

By the time she leaves, large to-go bag in hand and significantly hungrier than when she’d entered, a clear blanket of fog has settled over the quieting streets. Though it’s nowhere close to midnight, the sky is clearly dark and overcast. Rachel worries even more about the rain, sure that they won’t be able to escape it tonight.

There’s no way they’ll make it back to that warehouse before the downpour, but she hopes to at least find an awning to take shelter under after they meet up. She starts to hurry back in the direction she left Zack, but stops short at a particular neon sign that catches her gaze from across the road. The little red letters read ‘VACANCY’ in all caps, and once again has Rachel comparing options.

There’s the obvious issue of them being discovered in such a conspicuous place; it’s the entire reason that Rachel has avoided bringing up the possibility of checking in to a motel to Zack in the first place. On the other hand, she hates the idea of having to stay outside in the rain all night.

Rachel shifts her weight from one leg to the other as she thinks. She really wants to get back to Zack so they can eat, and she’s certain that he’s long since started his impatient pacing. She remembers her musings from the night before, her memories of when she’d seen his room and wondered if Zack had ever had the luxury of comfort. Whether he cared or not, she selfishly wanted to share these experiences with him, and this thought drove her to take the risk.

A strong floral scent escapes out the office’s door as she enters. It’s not hard to pinpoint it’s source–there’s a bright red candle on a little table by the door and the flame flickers as Rachel lets in a breath of night air. From there her eyes wander to the magazine rack and fake plants decorating the interior, to the single old chair with its slightly-ripped upholstery, before making their way to the reception counter in the back and the person behind it. The woman sitting there had barely looked up when she entered, too immersed in whatever she’s doing on her phone.

Rachel heads to the desk, getting straight to the point. “I’d like a room.”

The phone is placed on the counter slowly, screen-side up, showing the pause menu of some rainbow-colored game, and the lady looks at her with a bored expression while she wakes her computer back up. “Single or double?”

She hadn’t ever gotten a room before, so all she could say is, “...What?”

There’s a heavy sigh from the other side of the desk. The receptionist noticeably rolls her eyes, but Rachel doesn’t particularly care about her attitude as long as she gets what she came for. “The beds. One or two?”

Oh. She supposes that makes sense. “Two, definitely.”

Maybe it was something in her words or her voice, for the receptionist snorts at her response, her mouth turning up in amusement. “Nervous about spending the night with your boyfriend or somethin’?”

Briefly and nearly unperceivably, her eyes shine with confusion as her brain works to understand what she’s talking about, before realizing what this motel was probably used for and scrunching up her nose at the image it produced. “Not really.” She’s not expecting the receptionist to believe her, but then again she really doesn’t care.

“Whatever,” is her bland response, and it’s clear that they’re both done with the conversation at this point. Rachel shuffles her take-out bag around so that she can sort out the right amount of cash, handing it over in exchange for a keycard which she quickly pockets. As she leaves, she voices out a quick goodbye despite the clear indication that the receptionist had already gotten back to ignoring everything except her game.

She makes it back to Zack just as the first drops of rain begin to fall. Surprisingly, he’s waiting right where she had left him, pacing just as she’d guessed. He’s scowling at the ground as he moves, brows pinched and resolutely frowning; he looks unusually restless, though she has no clue why he would be, considering.

His head snaps up the moment he hears her footsteps thumping against the hard concrete. Her hair and clothes collect the rain, soaking them up as the drops begins to fall a little harder.

“What the hell took you so long? I thought you’d gone off and died on me.” He shouts, making his way to her side quickly.

“I wouldn’t. We promised after all,” is her obvious response.

“Yeah, yeah,” he looks her over once, trailing off as he notices her hands are empty. His obvious curiosity completely overrides everything else beyond his hunger. “Where’s the food?”

“I found a dry place to stay, I left the food there so it wouldn’t get soggy.”

He places a bandaged hand on her head, ruffling her hair into a complete mess. She doesn’t see him grin from beyond the blonde curtain over her eyes. “Let’s get going then, you took forever and now I’m starving.” He complains as they start forward. Despite his order to hurry, he doesn’t move to increase his pace, content to walk together.

As they make their way through the dark alleyways, Zack looks at Rachel curiously, wondering what she’s got planned. She walks with her typical calm beside him, though she moves a little faster than normal, probably to get out of the rain. They stick to the darkness as far as they can, before stopping.

“It’s not much further, but we’ll have to be careful that we don’t get spotted.” She looks out towards the main road as she says this, clearly calculating their next move.

“You know I can just kill anyone who recognizes me.” He grins at her as she looks at him with her expressionless eyes.

“Please don’t.” Zack just shrugs, used to her simple responses ruining all his fun.

As they sneak their way to the building, Zack’s curiosity spikes, his brows knitting together as he tries to figure out what is happening. They come in through the back to avoid the reception desk; he looks at a large sign covered in thick squiggles, unable to decipher it’s meaning but assuming it’s the building’s title. They near a door, both taking shelter under the awning as Rachel fiddles around in front of it. He watches her take a card out of her pocket with intrigue, leaning over her to watch as she slides it into a slot on the door and pushes her way inside.

As the lights flicker on and illuminate the dark room, Zack’s eyes widen and his jaw drops, his mind blanking completely for a moment.

Two beds take up most of the space, neatly made. Beside them are some tables with lamps on them, and in the back of the room is another door and a beat-up old armchair. Next to that chair is a small desk, an innocent paper bag sitting on top.

“You got us a house?” He states incredulously, oddly stuck between wonder and confusion.

“What? No. It’s a motel.” She looks at the adorably childish excitement in his eyes as he takes in the space. “I’m guessing you’ve never been in one?”

“Are you fucking kidding?” He points out his bandaged face, one eyebrow raising as he looks at her. She imagines Zack trying to check out a room, her mind supplying her with a detailed picture of the terrified receptionist’s face as Zack enters the office, and agrees with his unspoken assessment.

“Of course I haven’t,” He concludes, before rushing over to the bed, throwing himself onto the mattress face-down. “Tits on christ. Is this heaven?”

She actually snorts at that, covering her mouth to hide her quiet laughter. He peeks at her from where his face is buried in the sheets, watching her walk over to the bag of food he’d nearly forgotten. His mouth waters.

“What did you even get?” he wonders aloud.

“Burgers from a restaurant. There’s fries too, they should still be warm.” By mid-sentence, he’s already up and heading towards her. He slings his arm over her shoulders as she pulls out the food, pulling her against his side as he grins at her at her in thanks. Their half-hug is a little soggy, with both of them being soaked from the rain, but Rachel figures she can withstand her discomfort for a minute.

They sit on the end of one of the beds and eat quickly, both too hungry to really savor the rare meal.

“We should probably leave town soon.” She states when they’ve both filled their stomachs, flopping back against the mattress, tired and sated.

He turns his head to look at her from where he’s seated beside her, considering. “Yeah, we’ll figure out how to get out of here in the morning.”

“We can still use this opportunity to shower while we have the hot water, though.” She states, motioning over to the bathroom door in the back corner of the room.

He sits up straighter, glancing between her and the door with wide eyes. “There’s hot water too? For fuck’s sake how fancy is this place?” He’s already up and heading towards the door Rachel had pointed out.

“I’m getting in first!” he states, rather unnecessarily since he’s already halfway into the bathroom, before closing the door behind him.

She relaxes against the mattress, enjoying the small bit of comfort. They had been on the run for three weeks, and while they had reaffirmed their promise at her window before their escape, she didn’t necessarily feel the need to convince him to do it right at this moment. She actually enjoyed their time together, and it seemed like Zack did too, so for now she was content to just spend her remaining time travelling with him.

“Ah shit fuck, that’s really cold!” She hears him swear from beyond the door. She stands up, knowing that she’s dangerously close to falling asleep lying on that mattress, and grabs her shoulder bag off the desk. In it are unopened rolls of clean bandages, which she tosses onto Zack’s bed before rifling around for a book she had snagged from a grocery store last week.

She leans against the desk, reading in an attempt to push away the tired haze until she hears the water turn off some time later.

The sound of the door opening draws her eyes automatically. Steam rolls out in thick clouds as it’s released from the confined space of the bathroom. Zack follows soon after, fully dressed with one of the hotel towels draped over his head as he scrubs at his wet hair, obscuring his face from her view.

About the point that Rachel’s thoughts begin to consider the contrast between the white fabric and his darker skin is when she realizes she had been unconsciously trying to sneak a peek. Knowing how uncomfortable he is about the subject, she politely turns away.

They pass each other as she heads to take a shower herself. “I put the bandages on your bed.” She tells him before shutting the door behind her.

Standing under a stream of hot water helps to wash away the aches that had formed from sleeping on a hard floor last night. She quickly scrubs away the dirt, enjoying the shower but also eager to sleep on an actual bed. When she’s finished and dry, she puts just her shirt and shorts back on, cringing as she has to slip the obviously dirty cloth back over her clean skin, and makes a mental note to get them each a spare set so that these ones can be properly washed.

The light of the bathroom illuminates the dark room enough for Rachel to see that Zack has already passed out, face down on his bed. He’s re-wrapped the parts of his skin that she can see, but obviously hadn’t done anything else before falling asleep, not even get underneath the blankets.

Her sigh is secretly fond as she walks around her bed towards his and attempts to tug the blankets out from under him. He groans a little in annoyance, but she’s eventually successful. With the task complete, she turns off all the lights and heads to her own bed, practically collapsing on it in her exhaustion.

Rachel snuggles into soft pillows and crisp blankets, content and warm. She looks at Zack from across the gap between them and her chest fills with warmth when she thinks about how excited he’d been at their little vacation from normalcy. She’s just glad that she can still be useful despite her inexperience with the situation. She hopes that they can have more nights like this, comfortable and safe and together.

This time, she has no trouble finding sleep.

#satsuriku no tenshi #alys fics #zackray #kinda platonic but meant in an eventually not kinda way if that makes sense #angels of death

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