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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Walking_Dead_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Rick_Grimes/Chandler_Riggs, Carl_Grimes/Rick_Grimes
  Character:
      Rick_Grimes, Chandler_Riggs
  Additional Tags:
      Rough_Sex, Alternate_Universe, Underage_Sex, Sexual_Inexperience, Awkward
      Sexual_Situations
  Series:
      Part 2 of A_Collection_of_Grimescest_Drabbles_&_Crack
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-19 Words: 2294
****** Hungry Like the Wolf ******
by RickGrimes
Summary
     Chandler has been behind the walls of Alexandria since the beginning
     of the apocalypse. When a strange group is brought in by Aaron,
     Chandler immediately notices the leader. The leader notices him back.
Notes
     To my new friends, who agreed that they'd like nothing more than to
     see savage Rick tear into innocent Chandler.
See the end of the work for more notes
Chandler had been in Alexandria from the beginning--always behind the walls.
When he heard word that outsiders would be coming in, he felt nervous, but
excited. He anticipated their arrival impatiently. Aaron, the recruiter said
that he'd never seen anything like the group's leader before. Apparently, the
man was remarkable. Aaron also described him as scary--a borderline maniac--but
tough, and smart.
 
When Chandler finally got to see the man for himself, his first thoughts were
"deranged savage". Chandler had been standing on the front lawn next to his
brother as the stranger passed with his group. The man walked like a predator.
 
Chandler gulped when the man looked right at him. Like he was dinner. The
moment was over quickly, but Chandler didn't forget it.
 
The boy had put up a fight when his mom insisted that he greet the newcomers
with a selection of baked goods. "Mom, they're...dangerous. Scary."
"Oh please, Chandler," the woman had scolded. "It's the least you could do.
They're already taking up jobs and helping protect us."
Chandler had produced a resigned sigh, "Fine, but if I don't come back, it's
your fault." He didn't really think any of the strangers would kill him, but
they certainly weren't going to be nice.
 
Chandler knocked at the man's house and waited.
The man opened the door a crack, peeking wildly through the space. "What?"
"I--" Chandler stammered. "Cookies," he finished lamely.
The leader grunted, accepting the tray and closing the door.
Chandler stood there, stunned. No one had ever been so rude to him in his
entire life. He felt tears welling up in his eyes.
The boy jumped when the door opened.
"Wanna come in?" The man asked quietly.
Chandler raised his eyebrows. His face turned bright red. What did this man
want from him? He nodded jerkily, intrigued by the shirtless stranger.
The boy turned red once more when he caught sight of the man's hungry gaze.
"What's your name?" The man asked seriously, watching Chandler look around
awkwardly.
"Chandler," he responded.
Rick nodded once, "I'm Rick." He smirked at Chandler, amused at how nervous the
boy seemed to be. It had been a long time since Rick was around anyone that
wasn't family. He made a habit of assessing anyone he came into contact with,
and this situation was no different. It was almost laughable how many ways he
could've already ended the boy. But Rick hadn't invited him in to kill him. He
wanted to see what lied behind the boy's nervous generosity. Such a curious and
awkward teenager...surely he would be willing to explore.
Chandler looked both terrified and intrigued. Rick could tell that the boy was
attracted to him. The boy's face betrayed everything.
"How old are you?" Rick asked bluntly.
"15," Chandler offered, looking down.
Rick scratched his head, crossing his arms over his bare chest while he
deliberated.
"How old are you?" Chandler asked politely.
Rick huffed a laugh, "40." He cleared his throat.
"Oh," Chandler commented. "Wow."
 
Rick's face was stone as he approached the boy. Chandler was sitting on the
bench by the door.
Chandler leaned toward Rick involuntarily, his face now level with the man's
stomach.
The man picked up on it right away. "Yeah?" Rick answered the question that
Chandler never asked.
Chandler frowned. Had he missed something?
Rick noticed the boy's confusion. "You ever been with a man?"
"No!" Chandler blurted in surprise. "I, uhm. I've never really been with
anyone," he admitted.
"Oh," Rick said, stepping back. "Maybe another time then."
"Wait," Chandler paused. "What did... what did you want to do?" He immediately
pictured Rick unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. He'd never had a
dick in his mouth before...he had never really seen anyone he'd wanted. Rick
was the only person who'd seemed to be interested in him. He wasn't going to
refuse the man. Especially since Rick was...well he was Rick. An outsider.
Dangerous. Chandler didn't think Rick would hurt him if he said no, but still.
He could see that Rick wasn't one to play games. He bet that Rick was killer in
bed. Chandler was already hard at the prospect. He shifted on the bench.
Rick smirked, pleased that he hadn't been completely off. He responded to the
boy's question by walking away, toward the stairs.
Chandler followed, staring at the dimples in Rick's back as they ascended the
staircase toward the bedrooms.
 
Rick waited for Chandler to enter the room, and then he shut the door.
"Take off your clothes," Rick commanded lightly.
Chandler flushed, immediately feeling embarrassed.
Rick stood before Chandler, patiently observing. "You're a virgin, right?"
Chandler nodded meekly.
"Let me do the work," Rick suggested. "Don't think."
"Okay," the boy stammered, removing his button-up shirt and then his t-shirt.
Rick nodded, pleased. "Good. Pants."
Chandler unzipped his pants slowly, revealing cutesy plaid boxers.
The boy didn't have time to be embarrassed because Rick was right on him,
pressing him against the wall.
Chandler melted completely into Rick's firm grip. The man's entire body was
right up against his, their chests rubbing together as Rick moved forward to
explore Chandler's neck.
Rick licked and sucked at Chandler's neck for several minutes, palming the
boy's ass the entire time.
 
Chandler was so hard his head was spinning. Nobody had ever touched him like
this. Ever. He could feel Rick's hard cock pressed up against his own, and he
had to squeeze his eyes shut to deal with the sensation.
Rick yanked Chandler's boxers down, taking a second to stroke the boy's
erection.
He threaded a hand through Chandler's hair, pulling his head back to expose his
neck. The boy's creamy skin was pink and purple from the excitement and the
bruises Rick's lips had left.
"Turn around. Face the wall," Rick breathed, finally unbuckling his belt like
Chandler had imagined.
Chandler licked his lips. He knew Rick had a big cock. He could tell. The man
was so hot it was driving him insane.
Chandler faced the wall, appreciating that he didn't have to face Rick. He was
excited, of course, but still embarrassed. Unsure. He didn't know what to do,
or how. He welcomed Rick's instruction.
The boy got nervous when he couldn't see what Rick was doing. He jumped when he
felt the man's hands spreading apart his butt cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Chandler mumbled lamely.
Rick didn't respond. Chandler peeked over his shoulder to see what Rick was
doing, and almost died. Rick was completely naked. He could see everything. His
hard dick. His balls. Fuck, even the man's legs were muscular and sexy. "Holy
fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck," Chandler chanted internally. He couldn't believe
this was happening. The hottest, most ridiculously tough man he'd ever seen was
totally about to fuck him. He was a wreck.
"Are you going to..." Chandler croaked. "Are you going to fuck me?"
Rick laughed, kneeling on the ground behind Chandler. Eye level with the boy's
perky ass.
Once again, Rick ignored the boy's question, placing his hands on either side
of the boy's crack and pressing his face in between.
Chandler let out a ragged moan when he felt the man's tongue on his entrance.
"Oh my Godddddd," he crooned.
Rick put a hand on his own cock to satisfy himself for the moment, allowing the
sound of the boy's delight to wash over him. He fucking loved that Chandler was
so ready and willing. The boy had walked right into his den like prey walking
onto the dinner plate. Rick was elated. He hadn't seen one like Chandler in a
while, and he'd known as soon as he'd laid eyes on the boy that he had to have
him.
The man made quick work of Chandler's hole, licking and stretching until he
could get a finger in comfortably.
"Do you play with yourself?" Rick asked, standing up to rest his chin on the
boy's shoulder. He tilted his head back and forth on the boy's shoulder,
breathing in his scent and dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin. He
pressed his erection against the boy's ass, applying pressure to the head of
his cock. He shuddered against Carl's body.
"Uh," Chandler gulped. "Yeah."
"Your ass," Rick clarified. "How many fingers."
"N-none," Chandler admitted, pressing his body back against Rick's, craving
more of the dirty things he knew Rick was capable of doing.
Rick didn't say anything; he just knelt on the floor again and picked up where
he had left off.
Chandler was getting so desperate for more than Rick's mouth. He had taken to
pressing his dick against the wall, wanting to rub against anything in his
path. He could see the wet spot his dick had left on the wall when he pulled
back. "Please," he begged.
Rick was on the verge of adding a third finger to the boy's tight ass, but he'd
had enough of the prep work. The kid was practically fucking a hole through the
wall, he was so horny. Rick decided to proceed.
 
It all happened so fast, Chandler barely had time to think. One second Rick's
mouth was opening him up, and then all sensation was gone, and the next moment
had his ass stretched and burning.
"Ohh," Chandler said, thumping his head forward on the wall. Rick's cock really
was big.
Rick had one hand on the base of his dick, and one steadying Chandler's hips.
He withdrew, allowing the boy some relief before the continued. He spit on his
hand and spread it around the boy's pink rim.
"Fuck," Rick commented as he watched his own hand guiding his dick into the
boy's virgin ass.
Chandler hissed, bucking forward. He needed to touch his dick or he was going
to go mad.
When Rick entered Chandler completely he had to pause. The sensation was
incredible. He could see the boy's knees wobbling. They had been standing for a
while, now. He could tell it was all too much for the kid--he was so
inexperienced and new. Anything was going to send him over the edge.
Rick gritted his teeth as he pulled out. Every fibre in him wanted him to fuck.
He wanted to stick his dick back into Chandler and not stop, but he had to
control himself.
"Bed," he growled, gripping the delirious boy by the forearm and dragging him
toward the mattress.
Chandler crawled in eagerly, happy to lie down. He pressed his dick into the
covers without hesitation, rutting forward before Rick even started fucking him
again.
"Oh my God," Chandler begged. "Please, Rick. Please put it back in."
Rick felt like an animal he was so ready. It was all he could do not to pound
the kid into next week, but he started slow despite himself. He added more
spit, like a gentleman.
He gave himself 30 seconds to be polite, and then he was done.
Rick gripped Chandler's shoulders and pressed him into the mattress with force,
not wanting the boy's body to move an inch.
Rick rammed forward immediately, once he felt that Chandler's hole was slick
enough from the spit. He fucked the boy's ass so hard that it wasn't even a
slap that echoed in the room, it was just a thump. Even his own skin was red
from the contact.
Chandler was a fucking wreck, practically drooling into the sheets. "Pl-
please," he stuttered.
Rick didn't stop. It was too good. He eventually let up of the boy's shoulders,
taking a moment to enjoy the handprints he'd left. He needed something else to
grip, so he hooked a hand under the boy's body and pulled him up into a
kneeling position.
The man grabbed Chandler's hips, pulling the boy back onto his cock instead of
thrusting forward.
"You're so..." Rick began, slapping the boy's ass hard.
Chandler whimpered, reaching a trembling hand to his dick. He had to come. He
felt like if he didn't release soon he would explode.
"Yeah," Rick said in encouragement. "Come."
Rick could tell when Chandler finally came. The boy practically collapsed onto
the bed with the force of his orgasm. Rick could feel the clench of the boy's
muscles around his cock as he bottomed out again and again.
He fucked the boy within an inch of his life, coming with a loud groan. He let
himself enjoy the moment before he pulled out. Rick felt the throb of his dick
inside Chandler's ass. He could feel the heat around his hardness, and he
relished the pulses of come that he produced within the boy.
Rick pulled out reluctantly, always hating the end of a good fuck. He felt
lightheaded.
 
The man almost let himself feel worried when he saw Chandler completely curled
up and wrecked on top of the covers. He knew he was a good lay for even a
seasoned partner, but to a virgin...he couldn't imagine what the boy must be
feeling.
Rick pulled on his clothes, not wanting to spend too much time inside. He
needed to see about getting the town under control. So far, all he could tell
of Alexandria was that it was packed with virgins and families who liked to
bake. Well, at least there was one less virgin now...
Rick walked over to the naked teen, placing a gentle hand on the boy's
shoulder. He didn't feel guilty about the hickeys or the bruises or the
handprints. He didn't have to explain himself to anyone; the boy had come in
willingly. "You good, Chandler?"
"Hmmm?" Chandler breathed dazedly.
"Sleep here," Rick shrugged. "Leave when you're ready." He could tell the boy
was going to lie there fucked out for a while.
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