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My belated Halloween/November-Zombie fic:
Title - Zombie Distractions
Worcount - 811
Warnings - Silly
It was a very important meeting. Enough to make him uncomfortable and drawling his words out as he did when he was nervous, if he wasn’t so distracted by his balls being pulled up tight threatening explosions. It was a relief when a break was called, the embarrassed offer of refreshments almost made him smile. Mummy questioned him rather sternly, but he’d spent the first half of the meeting doodling rampant cocks over his notepad and realised he’d missed all the ever so important proposals.
Occasionally a good pitchfork was better than a lengthy meeting.
‘You’re a Zombie?’ The Vampess smiled at him seeming highly amused and not at all emo. Nigel thought it was pretty obvious, though in fairness his stitching was finely done, he’d been acing home economics before his death. The flowers embroidered on his left cheek and the stem stitch seam at his elbow, were the envy of all at his peers.
‘My boyfriend is a Zombie’ the Vampess confided winking knowingly at his sketches. ‘Such fun, but maybe you should go visit before the next session?’ Now Nigel noticed she was walking slightly bow legged and smiling to herself whenever she sat down. Perhaps the occasional discreet whimper wasn’t blood lust after all. It kept the Human constituents on edge though. Nigel rolled his eyes, he almost lost one and had to blink several times to get it back in situ.
Liam had had his fun. Nigel muttered an excuse and shuffled rapidly towards the elevator, he didn’t really like the enclosed space or the newby Vampire who hid there, flashing his fangs sheepishly as he tapped nervously at the enclosing walls. His own dragged out groans did nothing for the vamp kid’s composure and by the time they made the basement he was no longer needing make-up to achieve his sinister white pallor, his healthy tan had bleached right away.
Nigel almost bumped into a large lumbering Zombie who was staggering into the building. His stitches, at neck, wrists and elbows were in course thread and of messy tacking quality. Nigel paused to hand over his business card but the larger zombie was moaning about evil blood-suckers so he grinned and called the lift, almost pitying the vampire kid but thinking the Vampess would be pleased to see her lover.
He made his way to a near office block with the ungainly gait of a fresh kill, a few drawled murmurs convinced any hindrances to move aside, for him to stumble to Liam’s office. The door was closed and frustrate he barged through it, ignoring the tirade about it only just getting re-affixed and the need for stronger hinges. The splintering sound that accompanied him reaching his lover suggested new hinges were the least of the door’s problem.
Liam brushed splinters off his shoulders and grinned at him. He swung his legs purposefully and shimmied as he stood up to loom over Nigel. Nigel reached for his neck in accepted Zombie fashion then dragged his Monster lover close for a hungry kiss.
‘Had enough?’
‘You win’ Nigel conceded ‘Now give me my cock back!’
‘So soon?’ Liam did another of those hideous, awful, shameless, torturous, wonderful shimmies.
‘Nrghhh!’
‘You don’t want a little fun first?’
Getting re-attached proved time consuming. The office Ghoul eventually stopped begging to watch and helpfully cleared the floor so they’d be uninterrupted. There was a happy coo from the young wraith intern, that suggested the offer of several new duties.
Mummy phoned several times before the lovers disentangled and he stumbled exhaustedly back. The lift vamp was looking shaky and couldn’t manage a smile. When he entered the boardroom Mummy shot him a look that would kill a mortal dead. The Vampess was smoking a thin cigar in a long elegant holder and smirking contentedly at the room in general, Nigel saw her eye him knowingly.
The second half of the meeting went much better. Nigel mostly paid attention and even volunteered a presentation. Standing to shuffle to the head of the table. Reaching to write on the board, walking switch on the TV screen. Bending to collect a dropped marker. The Vampess chuckled onces or twice and he winked back. He gave the odd moan, as expected from a Zombie, even a finely stitched erudite Zombie, and may not have stood up quite straight, again expected behaviour. But overall this session went better.
Liam was leaning against the building when they exited, face delightfully flushed and eyes wild.
Taking your boyfriend’s parts with you for the day was an advantage of having detachable body parts, but having the whole body in reach, with it’s wicked murmurs and groping hands was far better. Happy Vampess laughter and dire Mummy curses echoed after them as they left, but both had more important things to mind. They got home in record time.
Title - Zombie Distractions
Worcount - 811
Warnings - Silly
It was a very important meeting. Enough to make him uncomfortable and drawling his words out as he did when he was nervous, if he wasn’t so distracted by his balls being pulled up tight threatening explosions. It was a relief when a break was called, the embarrassed offer of refreshments almost made him smile. Mummy questioned him rather sternly, but he’d spent the first half of the meeting doodling rampant cocks over his notepad and realised he’d missed all the ever so important proposals.
Occasionally a good pitchfork was better than a lengthy meeting.
‘You’re a Zombie?’ The Vampess smiled at him seeming highly amused and not at all emo. Nigel thought it was pretty obvious, though in fairness his stitching was finely done, he’d been acing home economics before his death. The flowers embroidered on his left cheek and the stem stitch seam at his elbow, were the envy of all at his peers.
‘My boyfriend is a Zombie’ the Vampess confided winking knowingly at his sketches. ‘Such fun, but maybe you should go visit before the next session?’ Now Nigel noticed she was walking slightly bow legged and smiling to herself whenever she sat down. Perhaps the occasional discreet whimper wasn’t blood lust after all. It kept the Human constituents on edge though. Nigel rolled his eyes, he almost lost one and had to blink several times to get it back in situ.
Liam had had his fun. Nigel muttered an excuse and shuffled rapidly towards the elevator, he didn’t really like the enclosed space or the newby Vampire who hid there, flashing his fangs sheepishly as he tapped nervously at the enclosing walls. His own dragged out groans did nothing for the vamp kid’s composure and by the time they made the basement he was no longer needing make-up to achieve his sinister white pallor, his healthy tan had bleached right away.
Nigel almost bumped into a large lumbering Zombie who was staggering into the building. His stitches, at neck, wrists and elbows were in course thread and of messy tacking quality. Nigel paused to hand over his business card but the larger zombie was moaning about evil blood-suckers so he grinned and called the lift, almost pitying the vampire kid but thinking the Vampess would be pleased to see her lover.
He made his way to a near office block with the ungainly gait of a fresh kill, a few drawled murmurs convinced any hindrances to move aside, for him to stumble to Liam’s office. The door was closed and frustrate he barged through it, ignoring the tirade about it only just getting re-affixed and the need for stronger hinges. The splintering sound that accompanied him reaching his lover suggested new hinges were the least of the door’s problem.
Liam brushed splinters off his shoulders and grinned at him. He swung his legs purposefully and shimmied as he stood up to loom over Nigel. Nigel reached for his neck in accepted Zombie fashion then dragged his Monster lover close for a hungry kiss.
‘Had enough?’
‘You win’ Nigel conceded ‘Now give me my cock back!’
‘So soon?’ Liam did another of those hideous, awful, shameless, torturous, wonderful shimmies.
‘Nrghhh!’
‘You don’t want a little fun first?’
Getting re-attached proved time consuming. The office Ghoul eventually stopped begging to watch and helpfully cleared the floor so they’d be uninterrupted. There was a happy coo from the young wraith intern, that suggested the offer of several new duties.
Mummy phoned several times before the lovers disentangled and he stumbled exhaustedly back. The lift vamp was looking shaky and couldn’t manage a smile. When he entered the boardroom Mummy shot him a look that would kill a mortal dead. The Vampess was smoking a thin cigar in a long elegant holder and smirking contentedly at the room in general, Nigel saw her eye him knowingly.
The second half of the meeting went much better. Nigel mostly paid attention and even volunteered a presentation. Standing to shuffle to the head of the table. Reaching to write on the board, walking switch on the TV screen. Bending to collect a dropped marker. The Vampess chuckled onces or twice and he winked back. He gave the odd moan, as expected from a Zombie, even a finely stitched erudite Zombie, and may not have stood up quite straight, again expected behaviour. But overall this session went better.
Liam was leaning against the building when they exited, face delightfully flushed and eyes wild.
Taking your boyfriend’s parts with you for the day was an advantage of having detachable body parts, but having the whole body in reach, with it’s wicked murmurs and groping hands was far better. Happy Vampess laughter and dire Mummy curses echoed after them as they left, but both had more important things to mind. They got home in record time.