#kryohm

Several yells of his squad were heard and plenty of other fires were heard, bullets zooming into the crowd and fishing out each and every dark, light, and even pale skinned zombie.

His breath was held briefly when a silver eyed zombie stared back through his scope.

His brain wasn’t cloudy, the fog of noise was gone.

He blinked once and cleared his throat, checking if he could hear himself still.

He could hear his cough and sputter, he could hear the bullets...

His head was cleared from all remaining white noise though.

The silver eyes stood out among the horde, the zombie’s head tilting slowly in dull confusion.

John cleared his throat, took aim, and fired deep into that undead’s aching head.

The zombie was gone... but not dead and lying to rot on the ground.

John leaned back and glanced over without his scope to find that fucker.

His head filled with noise again and he groaned, hand driving up from his trigger to rub at his temple.

It was louder, buzzing with such vibrancy he thought his head would explode.

He spotted that silver eyed fucker again, taking aim once more and enjoying the quiet peace as the white noise in his head dulled.

Within seconds, he finally understood and pulled his finger off the trigger.

That zombie’s eyes were cleaning out his head.

The zombie’s flesh still looked freshly gory, John guessed it was a 28 year old male with nice brunette hair and a shaven chin.

A knife was stabbed deep in it’s side, another sticking from his arm.

The zombie raised his head and looked him in the eyes once more, pausing to watch him curiously.

A bullet from his squad members fired in the zombie’s direction.

He disappeared again and reappeared even closer to the gate, at the front of the horde now.

“What’s that tale about soulmates?”

His closest friend glanced at him warily, “We all know it’s no-”

“I don’t give a fuck. Just tell me.”

The fellow American grunted but let up and told him, “You know it’s your soulmate if your heart rate speeds up and your head feels innocently cleared, jackass.”

John nodded and looked back through his scope, pointing it at the silver eyed zombie again.

“I may have found mine.”

“A zombie?”

John huffed and shot again but the zombie, once again, shifting off to the side in silence.

“Let’s kill off the rest. We’re keeping that silver eyed zombie.”

His buddy humphed but followed his orders.

John hopped down after finishing off a good quarter of the horde.

Their gates were being beaten up senselessly by the horde’s front lines.

He grabbed dual pistols from his sides and let his sniper hang around his back, aiming it at the gates.

The wooden bars splintered and gave way to the immediate haul and push.

The silver eyed zombie came through and stopped, letting out a snarl.

The zombies around it turned and shifted away, collapsing in a heap on the ground.

Zombies further away continued inside, the silver eyed zombie letting a smile form on it’s still-intact jaw.

John let hell loose on the front lines, the silver eyed zombie moving from the bullets that made it to him.

John’s squad mates hopped down to join in, finishing off another quarter of the horde.

“We can’t finish them all, John, we need to evacuate.”

“10 of us, half to go. We’re fine.”

A few of the others continued shooting.

However, a few more retreated and packed nearly every resource possible.

John raised his pistols again after reloading, releasing his wraith and fury on the forsaken beasts entering his kingdom.

Soon, the ones who retreated had come back with more weapons and began releasing their own wraith onto the front lines of the horde.

The silver eyed zombie continued shuffling forward, his form reaching the squad within minutes and letting out a frightening snarl.

A few more zombies that neared the squad had collapsed quickly, a domino affect hitting the horde at a massive rate.

“John, you’re responsible if he so much as scratches us.”

John muttered an, “I know,” before holstering his pistols.

All that were left from the horde of 50+ zombies, were some stragglers that were quickly finished off.

“I’ll get to replacing the gates, you three come with me.”

John nodded them off, “Be safe.”

He held out an arm, off to his side and turned, offering a hug of some sort to the silver eyed zombie.

The undead being stepped forward, eyes searching John’s for a form of comfort.

John glanced him up and dead and poked his cheek.

Silver eyes darted to the finger then followed the arm up to John’s wavy hair.

John, once again, offered a side hug to the zombie.

The being simply stepped forward and laid his forehead on the man’s shoulder, a breathy grunt leaving it’s mouth.

The tattered clothes plastered to green skin reminded John of a gamer.

Speaking of green skin, it had become lighter... and less bloody and gory.

A small voice piped up from his shoulder and neck, “Hello, Johnny boy...”

John’s eyes widened and he jerked away briefly, arms reaching towards the weak looking male fast.

His hands cradled the man’s cheeks and examined his face, fingers brushing against healthier looking pale skin.

“O-Ohm...”

The tattered hoodie had his symbol on it and his smile stretched wide, “I knew I’d f-find you...”

John pulled the other close, feeling his eyes burn as he inhaled deeply in the other’s neck.

“‘m... tired...”

John nodded, an arm wrapped around his waist and ducked beneath his shoulders, “Alright, come on, follow me, Ryan.”

“First one?” The guy asked, Ryan glancing at the shirt in an attempt to catch the name on his name tag. He didn’t see one unfortunately.

“Yeah. My friend Luke said it up. Said, ‘Be nice for your antisocial ass to get out of the house for once in your fucking life.’” The guy laughed, causing Ryan’s concentrated face to break into a smile. Maybe he could ditch the blind date for this guy.

“Maybe check the Tinder profile he created for you.”

“Wow. Love how highly you think of me.” The other man winked, giggling as he made his way behind the counter again. “But I don’t know if he’s allergic or if it’s a little too forward. Then again I don’t want to be that one guy who shows up to a date empty handed. But are flowers too much? I mean, what do you think?”

“Hey man, I really don’t care.” He sighed. “I’m getting off in a few.”

“Hey, man.” Another man pokes his head out the back room door, his words laced by a unique accent Ryan couldn’t quite place. “Swagger ran out of his weed. You got any up here?”

“Sure Fitz, give me a sec.” Ryan doesn’t pay much attention, the two cracking jokes and references the flew right over his head. He was still listening, as maybe this Fitz would drop the other guys name. “Here it is.”

“Alright. Thanks Kryoz.” The name took Ryan a second to process. He smirked a little, the username registering in his head almost immediately. He didn’t even need to check the screenshot Luke sent him. He just knew.

“You know what?” Ryan declared, loud enough to get the other man’s attention. “I think I will get a bouquet.”

“Okay. Which ones you want?”

“That depends. Which ones do you like?” The words’ implication seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

“The yellow and red ones are my favorite.” He answered seriously. Ryan frowned. Alright, Plan B.

“I’ll take those then. And hey, did you have any of those little tags to say who it’s from.”

“Yeah, we do. Hold on a sec while I get these ready for you.” Ryan waited patiently, glancing around the quaint little boutique. The profile said Kryoz, or John as that was his real name, was a vaper, avid CS:GO player, fashionable, and had a very laid back persona. He wondered how that kind of man was able to land a job dealing with prissy women all day.

“Earth to ... other person.” John snapped his fingers, drawing Ryan’s attention back to reality. “Who to?”

“John. That’s my dates name.”

“Figured as much. From?”

“Ohm. Short for Ohmwrecker.” Kryoz blinked, taking several long seconds to finally picking up on what Ryan was putting down. “John?”

“You couldn’t have given me twenty minutes to clean up?” Ryan laughed, John joining in quickly after. “Okay, Okay. I’ll have my coworker J-Toby take over. Wanted to call him John for a second there. Weird. Anyways, let me throw on something that I didn’t pull out of my closet haphazardly because I woke up 20 minutes before I had to be here. Okay?”

“Okay, sweetie.”

“You still have to pay for the flowers.”

Classes were easy for the three of them, especially Ohm, who bullies sought out the most.

Although, they usually caught the fist of John or Smitty’s squad of jocks.

The bunny was barely ever left alone by either of his lovers.

He was either walking with both in the halls or having one of them in his classes.

Unless the bunny was in the locker rooms at gym, there was an onslaught of insults and vulgar words.

But, again, Evan had gym with the American and Del stepped in to pack a few fun come backs as well.

Imagine the world’s worst English speaker telling you off so easily... in your own fucking language.

John shot a questioning glance to his lover across the table, “Ohm, you’ve got clubs this afternoon, right?”

The student council president nodded through his snacking, aiming for a quiet answer.

“Which ones?”

Ohm swallowed and licked his fingers mischievously before his eyes darted back to John’s gaze, “SGA and Photography.”

John smiled and laughed, “You’re such a nerd.”

Ohm shrugged, “It pays off, Johnny boy.”

John watched the other quietly before piping up with another question, “Do you want me or Smit to escort you again today?”

“Well... none of the assholes are here today. I should be fine,” Ohm smiled fondly, “Thank you though.”

John nodded, quietly eyeing the other’s tongue swirl around his fingers again.

He blushed when the other noticed him staring and paused his motions.

“S-Sorry...”

John chuckled, “Save that tongue for later, Ryan...”

Ohm flourished bright red in his cheeks and cleared his throat, bringing his trash to the bins.

When he returned, his eyes dilated and he licked his bottom lip nervously.

John rose to meet the other with a simple kiss, hand pausing over Ohm’s mouth before it could get any more heated.

“Wait for later,” John snickered.

“Tease,” Ohm groaned, but followed his lover back to their class anyway.

As the afternoon gradually made it’s way due, Ohm had begun to feel slightly panicked.

He could just message his two lovers that the assholes checked in late today, but he felt ballsy... and didn’t feel like being babied today anyway.

He leapt from his seat when the bell rang and grabbed his bag, hugging his two lovers at John’s locker and leaving for his clubs.

The other two paused their conversation as Rick and the other three jocks followed after with snickers or sneers.

John glanced at Smitty and muttered to him, “I should escort him.”

“He might need both of us, yeah?”

John nodded, packed what he needed and shoved what he didn’t need into his locker.

When he and Smitty finally started to head for the student government association’s meeting room, the halls were cleared from any students.

They heard a whimper in one of the classrooms, glancing to one another with a panicked expression.

Smitty tried the door, it opened with ease but the lights had been shut out.

“Ohmie?”

A whimper was heard albeit muffled.

Smit glanced over at his lover warily, hand reaching for the light switch.

The room lit up and John narrowed his eyes at the gaggle of goons.

Ohm had been crying, his hiccups leaving a trace of that fact.

Rage boiled up inside the American and he stepped forward, Smit grabbing his arm tight to hold him back.

“We need backup, he brought his whole fucking group.”

Rick spoke up, “Get the fuck out,” his hand tightening around the bunny’s throat.

Ohm’s arms were shoved against the wall by two other jocks, a whimper leaving high in his throat.

John pulled his sleeve up and stomped forward, “Let him the fuck go, you piece of shit!”

Smit groaned and pulled up his contacts, swiftly messaging the group chat.

John’s fist pulled back and slammed into the first goon he could get his hands on.

Ohm stiffened up when he felt his arms bruise from the two goons’ hands wrapped tight around his bicep as they pinned him against the wall.

Rick turned slightly, hand moving from Ohm’s neck briefly as he tried to gang up on the American with another asshole jock.

They were out within the first minute, unconscious on the ground with bruises on their faces.

One had an unhinged jaw, John’s anger and rage boiled over like a volcano.

Smit snorted when Evan and Swagger had both arrived.

“John’s already just about finished, you’re kinda late.”

The three sat in the doorway as the other two goons dropped to the floor.

John stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Ohm’s waist and pressing his lips against the other’s face.

A kiss was pressed against his forehead, nose, cheeks, and jaw.

He left small kisses on his neck, too, being sure to press his lips to the bruising on Ohm’s neck.

When he pulled away, Ohm had finally caught his breath again.

“You’re lucky we saw them following you, idiot.”

Ohm felt his eyes burn with tears again and he swallowed thickly, “I-I’m sorry...”

John huffed and held the other tight to his chest, “You’re an idiot sometimes, but I still love you.”

Evan glanced at Smitty, “Does this happen often?”