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Who doesn't like this guy?

Location: Ascension

A pair of eyes roamed without a care. His hands balled tightly at the frustration of not being able to hold (Y/n) close to him. Visions of the girl waltzing throughout their battlegrounds stayed forever in his mind. In Dempsey's mind, seeing (Y/n) with an assault rifle under her grip made her ego even more bad-ass.

Tank bit his lip as his mind filled with thoughts of (Y/n)'s body pressed up against his. His eyes half-lidded and lust-filled as he took in the sight of the girl simply loading her weapon.

(Y/n) sat at the bottom of the stairwell leading to Speed Cola. The crew had seen no sign of a zombie, nor Nikolai or Takeo. Dempsey leant against a wall not far from (Y/n), a chalk drawing for the KN-44 next to him. Every so often the pair would talk, but mostly, (Y/n) spent her time gazing at the floor.

"So, what do you think that fucking German's up to?" Dempsey voice pierced the silence.

(Y/n) shrugged. "Probably fucking around with a zombie." She breathed a laugh.

"Seems like something he'd do." Dempsey chuckled.

(Y/n) tugged her jacket, to hide herself from the feeling of a pair of eyes burning through her. She noticed how much the American seemed to stare at her. Though she didn't understand why. She felt horrible about what the out-break had left upon her. Scars, cuts, and burns were etched onto her body.

"I can't wait for all of this to end." (Y/n) sighed.

"You can say that again." Dempsey replied.

The girl brought her legs close to her chest, crossed her arms over her body, and sat hunched over with her head atop her knees. She often found herself concealing herself from the eyes of the world.

"Everything ok?" Tank questioned. Without a second thought, (Y/n) shook her head vigorously.

The marine moved from the wall he leant on and came to kneel down in front of (Y/n). He tapped her shoulder lightly, making the girl look up at him. She was greeted with a warm smile, though her blank expression never faltered. Her eyes scanned his face for a moment, before a bright and beautiful smile appeared on her face.

(Y/n) threw her arms around his neck and pulled Tank close, almost pulling him on top of her. Dempsey chuckled.

(Y/n) felt a pair of hands snake under her legs. She felt herself being lifted from where she perched, and soon found herself being held up by Tank, with her legs dangling around his waist.

With their eyes locked onto one other, (Y/n) spoke. "If we get out of this alive, I want you to stay with me."

Dempsey was quick to reply. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know..." The girl drowned out as she buried her face into his shoulder.

Tank held onto (Y/n) for a while, gently rubbing her back.

A sudden heat arose within (Y/n), as she brought her head up, lazily gazing into Tank's piercing blue eyes. Her hands grasped the collar of his jacket. A familiar smirk appeared on the Americans face as he moved to hold (Y/n) against the cold wall. Her body arched into the man as she whimpered. Dempsey filled with lust at the sight.

"Tank." She breathlessly moaned.

She let her lips fall onto his. Their kiss was sloppy and lazy, though it was driven with tons of passion. (Y/n) let a hand roam in Tank's hair. Dempsey let his tongue dive into her mouth without permission, causing the girl to whimper once more. He soon indulged on her neck, planting kisses and bites along her collarbone. (Y/n)'s light moans escaped into the air, praying no one could hear them. She threw her head back almost hitting the wall she was held upon.

(Y/n)'s heart raced; her moans forever breathless.

"Dempsey." She whispered.

"Tell me." He mumbled between kisses.

(Y/n) pulled Tank away from her neck and stared into his eyes. She moved to whisper in his ear. "Come with me."

Tank placed (Y/n) on the ground. The girl gripped his hand and led him to a secluded and empty room, which happened to be unknown to the marine.

"There's no bed (Y/n)." Tank commented.

"Oh no!" (Y/n) mocked a shocked expression. "Whatever will we do?"

Her arms draped over his shoulders as she slowly pulled him to the floor with her. Dempsey chuckled devilishly as he crawled on top of her.

Finally being able to feel her curvaceous body, Tank bit his lip. Soon enough, (Y/n)'s top was thrown to an abandoned corner of the room, as Tank threw his in the same direction. Their warm and lustfully-aching bodies collided. (Y/n) felt Tank grind into her womanhood, making her moan through their locked lips. Tank groaned, feeling a certain tightness grow in his pants, merely waiting to be freed.

(Y/n) dragged her fingers along Tank's chest, feeling every muscle. She shivered in delight. She was quick to unbuckle his pants, with Tank only moving them enough to free his erection.

(Y/n) was soon rid of her pants and undergarments. His tongue roamed (Y/n)'s chest, biting down every so often. Without warning, Tank slid himself into (Y/n), making her moan loudly. She threw her head back and gripped Tank's shoulders.

He waited a moment, allowing the girl to adjust to the feeling. He hurried to her lips again, smothering them in petite kisses.

"Please~" (Y/n) called.

Tank began thrusting in and out of (Y/n), with her moving against his movements. Dempsey groaned at the sensations. The girl tried her hardest to conceal her moans as Tank moved faster.

Time passed as the reach to their limit grew. (Y/n)'s arms were thrown above her head, trying her hardest to claw at anything in pure ecstasy. Their faces were tinted read from the heat of their bodies.

Dempsey felt the girl tighten around him, making him release. She screamed in delight as she arched her back from the floor. The American groaned heavily, his eyes tightly shut.

Her self consciousness was purely thrown away in the heat of the moment. She let her mind wander, but only ever over Tank's body.

Dempsey towered over (Y/n) still, his arms resting either side of her head. His breathing was heavy and slightly uneven as he recollected himself. The girl covered her face with a hand, her eyes closed all the while.

Dempsey chuckled. "To much for you honey?" He cooed.

(Y/n) grinned, soon uncovering her face. Her arms slithered slithered around his neck like before. "Tank. Shut up."

Tank leaned in and pecked her lips. "I love you."