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I am kind of hungry. "Forget it." Craven continued to suck and lick Rene's big cock. When Rene was about to come, he removed his mouth and lifted his hips so that he could take him inside of him. Rene looked wary. "What? You want to fuck me, don't you?" "Yeah but--" "I'm fine." He grinned, bearing down on him. "It's not the first time." 142 D.J. Manly "Ooooh& yeah& you're fine," he grunted as Craven began to move up and down on his shaft. After a few minutes, they found a good pace and Rene matched Craven, hump for hump. They came together with a big shout and Craven hankered down in Rene's arms. "I could get used to this zombie stuff." "You're a zombie vampire." He looked at him. "I belong to you." "Don't go crazy." "I do," he whispered. "I think I might love you. Zombies love, don't they?" "I have no idea." "I think I may need some brains." "Its okay, sweetie, you're not as dumb as you think." "To eat, stupid," he punched him. Rene looked at him. "Don't look at me. I need mine." "No, animal brains. Can't you buy them at a butcher shop?" "You're asking me? I don't know." "I love you." Rene met his gaze. "You do, don't you?" "Yeah." "Zombies have shitty taste." Craven hugged him tight. "No, we don't. Not this one anyone. You're beautiful. Do you think I look grey? Doc says I need makeup." "You're okay." "Gee thanks. Not beautiful?" 143 Louisiana Lust "That, too." Rene kissed his mouth. "Before we leave, we should make sure Trace doesn't get in over his head with those things in the basement." "I think he can handle it." "Um, I don't know." Rene sat up. "Is it dark enough in here?" "Close the blinds. Tired?" "Yeah. Time to sleep." Rene got up and closed the blinds and then got back into the bed. He pulled him close again. "Rene?" "Um?" "You will take me with you, won't you?" "What do you think?" "I think you will." "Go to sleep, zombie boy." Craven settled his head down on Rene's chest and sighed with contentment. Could it be that suddenly he was happier than he'd even been?" * * * * That evening, Rene and Craven left the room, arm in arm. As they walked into the living room, Trace was sitting there and across from him at the table, was a zombie. His face was black, so were his fingers, not at all attractive, but he was sitting up straight. "Say good evening," Trace told the zombie. It nodded. "Good evening." Rene looked at Craven. 144 D.J. Manly "Look what it can do," Trace announced with excitement. "Drink your tea." The zombie picked up the teacup and put it to its mouth. The tea dribbled out the side. "We haven't got it down completely yet," Trace said apologetically. Craven looked at Rene. He's losing it. "Ah, Trace," Rene said gently. "I don't think& " "Listen, Rene, it's good. This one is smarter than most." "That's what I was afraid of," Rene said. "Trace, they can turn on you." "No, I injected them all with something to keep them calm. And I fed them all animal brains earlier." "Animal brains?" Craven piped up. Trace nodded. "Any of those left?" "Tons, in the kitchen," Trace said. Craven made a beeline for the kitchen. Rene made a face. "I've prepared some serum, should keep you going for awhile," Trace said, talking gently to the zombie, who was looking right at Rene. "Handsome," it said, smiling, and one of its teeth fell into its teacup. "Did you hear that, Rene?" Trace exclaimed. "Yeah, he's finds me handsome. Lucky me. What is it with me and zombies anyway?" "You're a zombie magnet," Craven said suddenly from behind him. 145 Louisiana Lust "Are you full of brains now?" he muttered. "Excellent," he smacked his lips. Rene shuddered. "Come on, you drink blood for a living." "Not anymore," Trace spoke up, "he's been a real good boy." "Thanks," Rene said. As long as he thought so. "So, where you guys going?" he asked, wiping the dribble off the zombie's mouth. "Someplace warm?" Craven suggested. "Not a good idea for a corpse," Rene said. "Stop that," Craven said, cuffing him across the head. "Ouch." Rene laughed. "Call your family before we leave." "And tell them what?" "That you're dead, but fine." Craven rolled his eyes. "Brains," the zombie muttered. He looked at Rene and reached out his arm. "Pretty brain." "I'm out of here." Rene looked at Craven. "Are you ready?" Craven nodded. He walked over and hugged Trace. "Thanks. I hope it will be a long time before that priest considers starting up his business again." "Me, too. I'll keep watch," Trace said. He looked at Rene. "I'll miss you. We never did get to do the nasty." Rene smiled. "Looks like you got your hands full for now." 146 D.J. Manly Trace nodded and hugged Rene. "Love you." "You, too," he said and looked at the zombie. "Ah, bye there, whatever your name is." "Pretty brain." It smiled with its black teeth. "Good luck," Rene made a face and he and Craven left the house. They walked through the French quarter, hand in hand, oblivious to who saw them. Everywhere Craven found his poster, he ripped it down. Finally, he stopped at a phone booth. He dialled his house. He got the answering machine. "Hello? I hope everyone is well. It's Craven. I'm fine. Actually, I'm a lot better than before. And I'm in love. We're leaving today. Sorry I missed you." He hung up. "How was that?" he asked Rene. "Not exactly poetry, but it did the trick." "Are we walking wherever we're heading?" "Naw. Let's buy a car." "You got money?" "Sure. We have to be able to get your& ah& brains, don't we?" Craven laughed. "Some people consider them to be a delicacy." "Right. Zombies and alley cats." "Funny." "Really?" he was surprised. "Really, but don't give up your day job." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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