If You Read This Over On Y!Gallery, Apologies...
...But hell, read it again maybe?
I've had the HinaBN fics I've been doing with my sister up on Y!gall a while now and lazy woman I am, I have yet to crosspost them anywhere. Might as well get a jump on that, huh?
Title: Until Sunrise
Authors: theempress14 & kitsune_girl
Pairing: .../Hanna
Rating: NC-17 for Zombie sexings of the fluffy kind
Summery: “So you just walk. You walk around the city and watch everything.” He said looking up at his tall companion. He shivered slightly and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You don’t feel lonely or left out?”
Note: we took the approach of Ol' ... having no name a little differently than some, in that we never gave him an actual name outside of Hanna's dialogue. Most times we just stick to a capitalized "He". I hope it doesn't come out confusing.
He didn’t sleep. He didn’t need to after all, so He walked the streets at night while Hanna slept. He observed the urban landscape with its rain slicked pavement and the crisp scent of the cold night air. The neon hum of all night diners that harbored the clubbers, glitzed out in smudged make up, and the midnight tokers, jonesing for fried chicken and waffles. He passed bar hoppers who didn’t have to go home but couldn’t stay there.
But more often than not He was alone. It was comforting, the loneliness, in a dark kind of way. In the hours where the city was as dead as him, there was a serene calm in the yellow street light washed pavement. It was an abandoned landscape of fire escapes and ancient brick and it called him back.
He donned his coat and fedora by the door as Hanna sat on his bare mattress, clicking at his laptop. It was as He wrapped his oversized scarf around his shoulders, that Hanna asked him something that took him by surprise. Well, at least as surprised as an undead man could manage.
“What do I do every night that makes you leave?” the small red head asked looking up from the monitor. It was something that had bothered Hanna for a while now. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for people to just leave Hanna for whatever reason. He was loud, kind of immature and seemed to attract danger at every turn. When people walked out on him, he never asked why any more. It hurt less not to know most of the time. What had prompted so much thinking this time was the fact that the tall dead man kept coming back.
“I snore, don’t I?” The twenty something smiled. In classic Hanna fashion he had decided to make a game out of it. “Or do I talk in my sleep? I bet I would say some pretty weird stuff in my sleep that would bother me enough to take off every night. Or is it that I’m actually sleeping and you’re jealous that you can’t anymore? Don’t worry, Oscar, I understand and I don’t mind staying up with you if you want. I really don’t need that much sleep anyways.” He closed the lap top and placed it on the bed next to him smiling his regular, congenial way.
The man looked at Hanna, flabbergasted. Meaning, his left eyebrow raised a mere fraction of an inch. Did Hanna think that it was his fault the zombie left at night? It was both at once endearing and heart breaking.
“Hanna,” The undead man said, adjusting his scarf (not because it was uncomfortable, but because it gave him something to do with his hands) “I’m not jealous. I haven’t missed sleep for a long while now. And honestly I don’t know if you snore. It isn’t because of anything you do. I just like the streets at night. It makes me feel…”
He wanted to say ‘normal’ but that didn’t quite seem to fit. He felt intensely at ease in his own skin at most times, rotting or not, especially in Hanna’s presence. So He settled on a word that sounded silly to his ears.
“…Good.”
“Oh.” Hanna’s smile faltered. He looked down at his hands and fiddled with his fingernail as he wondered what to say next. “Well… then I’ll come with you.” He finally decided. ”You can show me all your favorite places and maybe we can find a few late night hang outs for us to enjoy."
Hanna bounced off the bed and pulled some pants that were on the floor over his boxers. He hesitated as he was about to pull his sleep shirt off over his head but decided that his friend had seen his scars already so there was little need to hide them. He dropped the shirt on the floor in favor of a brighter colored one that had taken up residency on the carpet earlier in the week. He paused before putting it on. “I mean, if you don’t mind tagging along. I wouldn’t wanna interrupt your alone time or anything.” He smiled at his friend in a ‘Whatever you wanna do is cool’ kind of way, but there was something a little sad about his big eyes.
The Zombie considered telling Hanna that eight hours or so was a long time - for the living at least - but He couldn’t say no to that face. Instead, He turned to the chair where Hanna’s coat was draped and picked it up. He extended it to Hanna and said: “It would be a pleasure.”
His lip twitched up at the corner the tiniest bit and by the look on Hanna’s face, that “smile” had been added to the mental tally.
Nearly jumping up and down in his excitement Hanna yanked on his shirt then grabbed his coat in one hand and the tall dead man’s hand in the other as he ran out the door.
After about an hour it finally dawned on Hanna. “So you just walk. You walk around the city and watch everything.” He said looking up at his tall companion. He shivered slightly and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You don’t feel lonely or left out?”
It had surprised him that Hanna had remained more or less quiet for a long while, but the companionable silence hadn’t been awkward. The Zombie observed his companion and kept walking.
“I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve always been this way. It’s never occurred to me to feel like that. Are you alright? Feeling tired or cold?”
“Naw.” Hanna chuckled. He shivered almost immediately after. “Okay. Maybe I’m a bit cold. How about we stop into one of these greasy spoons for a quick cup of cocoa?” He thumbed in the general direction of an all night diner and smiled one of those wide Hanna smiles.
He nodded in agreement; a quick, emotionless nod, and followed Hanna to the red and white beacon in the night. They stepped inside and took a booth. The undead man sat across from Hanna and didn’t bother to touch his menu. He watched Hanna pursue his own with very muted interest.
“What can I get ya, honey?” a large matronly waitress who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here asked as she readied her order pad.
Hanna smiled up at the woman. “I cup of hot cocoa would be nice thanks and a piece of apple pie warmed up would be good too. No ice cream though. But I really like ice cream so if you could put it on the side I’d really appreciate it.”
The woman raised an eyebrow in an annoyed fashion. “Cute.” She grumbled then marked the order on her pad. “How about you?” she asked the other occupant of the booth.
The undead man raised his hand slightly as a sign he was fine, then said as much and thanked the waitress. Her eyebrow remained at a quirked angle, but she turned and left the two of them. He watched Hanna, not exactly sure what to say. He had never shared his nights with anyone before and during the days Hanna effortlessly filled the air, but all the same the strange need to speak remained.
Hanna tapped a beat on the table for a moment as he thought. “Sooo… This has been nice.” He said. Resting his arms on the table and leaning forward he tilted his head to the side as if studying his companion. “You never came into any of these places before? You just walked and watched?”
That almost took him by surprise. He showed this with a near invisible frown.
“No, I suppose I haven’t. I always felt these places were for the living. I feel more at home watching from outside.” His eye observed the ‘occupancy: 72’ sign blandly. He wondered in a detached way if he had said too much.
The red head leaned back in his chair as if relieved. “I’m glad. We can explore this together. It would have been a bit of a downer if you already came here without me. It’s more fun doing this together.” Hanna’s expression softened a little. “Thanks for letting me tag along.” He said softly. His expression changed back to the exaggerated smile that usually was on his face. “Oh yeah!” He yelled as his food came to the table.
Hanna ate and his companion sat patiently, not rushing the boy. When Hanna was finished, they left the diner, a few bills on the Formica table. They headed back into the dark streets, taking main roads then switching to alleys and side streets then back again at their leisure. The Zombie never wondered what time it was (the beginnings of sunrise usually told him to head back to Hanna’s apartment) but He worried over the exact time when He noticed the way Hanna was dragging his feet when he walked out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t like that he was inconveniencing the red head, but it was endearing that Hanna had gone out of his way to be inconvenienced just for him.
Once the door to his apartment was opened Hanna tossed his coat haphazardly over a nearby chair. “Alright. Now I’m tired.” He grumbled. “So are you going to go out again after I go to sleep?” Hanna didn’t look at the other man but concentrated on the floor.
On any other night, He would have been honest. Said “most likely” and not given it a second thought. But tonight…
“Do you want me to go?”
“No.” Hanna looked up sharply. He stood and approached the zombie, stopping mere inches from the undead man. “We could play checkers or Monopoly. Monopoly takes forever! Or we could watch a movie. I don’t have to go to sleep, Charles. I could probably stay awake a few more hours. Just…. Don’t go.” It was something Hanna had wanted to say to so many people but always felt it would be selfish of him to ask. But this was different. His friend had already stuck with him through so much more than any of the others ever had.
The undead man blinked at his companion in response. He reached out a hand and gently placed it on Hanna’s shoulder turning him towards the mattress.
“Hanna, let’s put you to bed.” He said simply.
Hanna walked willingly towards the bed. “But you’re not going to leave, right? I want you here.” He looked over his shoulder at his tall friend.
“I’ll be right here.”
He sat Hanna on the mattress and the boy wearily kicked off his shoes. He all but collapsed when the undead man gently laid Hanna back. He pulled the blanket over Hanna, then almost as an afterthought, brushed the red curls back from Hanna’s forehead.
The smaller man tilted his head into the touch subconsciously. After a few moments of uncomfortable wiggling Hanna finally kicked his jeans out from under the blankets. “I can’t sleep with my jeans on.” He said in an apologetic way. He finally settled down. He lay still and tried to get himself to relax. With his heart banging in his chest, the paranormal investigator reached out one hand and laid it softly on his companion’s arm. “Lay down with me?”
He was taken aback by that, but of course it didn’t show on his face. He looked at Hanna’s hand on his arm and then back at the boy.
“Why?” He didn’t intend to be blunt or abrupt but all the same he wanted to know.
Hanna gave a noncommittal half shrug. “I wanna know you’re near me. I want you close to me.” A pink tongue peeked out to wet suddenly dry lips. Pushing himself into a half sitting position, Hanna leaned in close to the zombie’s face. “I like you a lot, George” He whispered before placing a tentative kiss to the corner of the other man’s mouth. He didn’t pull away but waited breathlessly for the undead man’s reaction.
That… was certainly something. Hanna’s lips barely touched the Zombie’s skin, but still lingered there.
“Hanna,” he said softly and their lips accidentally brushed. “Empty streets help me fit in. I leave at night… because watching you sleep reminds me I’m…strange.” His hand came up to cup Hanna’s cheek. “Hanna…” He said again, not knowing what else to say.
Hanna laughed.” You think I’m normal? I use magic. I have a GIGANTIC scar on my chest. My best friends are a deranged doctor, the worst vampire in the world and a zombie that I can’t stop thinking about.” Hanna gripped tighter on the zombie’s sleeve and put his other arm around the tall man’s shoulders. “If we have to be strange, let’s be strange together.” He smiled and nuzzled his friend’s face.
The Zombie hesitated a moment longer, then leaned in over Hanna and closed his mouth over the smaller man’s. His opposite hand came down on the mattress, propping himself up over Hanna. He tipped Hanna’s head back to deepen the kiss and He thought He could remember a strange, dull thud that once resided in his chest. It both frightened and excited him.
The short man hummed contentedly into the other man’s mouth. He ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of the undead man’s neck. Hanna pulled away a little then flipped a corner of the blanket’s back.
“Lay down with me? Please.” He laid back down on the bed, his hands resting against his friend’s shoulders.
The Zombie crawled over Hanna and into the bed beside him. He didn’t take off his coat or gloves or even his canvas shoes. Just crawled onto the mattress and laid down. His fedora tipped off his head as his head hit the mattress and fell to the floor, revealing the tufted white streaks on either side of his head. He looked up at the ceiling and felt somewhat awkward. He hadn’t lain in a bed in more than a decade. It was a familiar yet somehow completely new sensation.
Chuckling softly, Hanna took the undead man’s wrist in his hand. “You can’t be comfortable like that. I’ll help you.” He pulled the glove from the long hand in his grasp. With a gentle nuzzle to the palm of the zombie’s hand he laid a gentle kiss there and moved on to the other hand which got the same treatment. He snuggled closer and wrapped his arms around the slim green neck. Hanna slid his hands down the back of the coat, nonverbally asking his bed mate to take it off as the shorter man engaged his friend’s lips in a deep kiss.
The Zombie couldn’t say he agreed with Hanna’s question of his comfort. It hadn’t really occurred to him. But a warm affection wormed its way through the characteristic frankness. When Hanna wrapped his arms around him, the undead man draped his arm over his companion’s hip and while He didn’t lean into the kiss, He dipped his head just so to give Hanna greater access. He shrugged the trench coat from his shoulders at Hanna’s request. He kissed with conviction but not urgency. It was a kiss that spoke of quiet intensity. His hand held Hanna’s hip at the place where the elastic strap of boxer s met scar pocked skin.
A soft mewl of approval escaped Hanna. His small hands fisted the bright orange fabric on his friend’s chest, pulling him closer. He squirmed in the other man’s grasp searching for more contact against hidden skin. Especially the sensitive skin those long fingers were so close to touching. His fingers began fiddling with the buttons on the shirt.
“I thought you were tired.” The Zombie asked between kisses. His fingers slipped cautiously under the hem of Hanna’s brightly colored shirt, but didn’t venture further at the risk of stepping too far into the unsafe territory of Hanna’s scars. His glowing eyes turned to Hanna’s own, creating a red-orange aura around their faces in the dim light.
“I was.” Hanna mumbled looking down at his small hands pressed against the orange clad chest. “But then we got all handsy and smoochy and I kinda forgot. I’m still tired but I’d rather do this.” He pressed himself closer to the man in his bed. “If you want me to stop I will, H.G. I’ll go to sleep if you stay with me.” He looked up at the zombie with a mischievous smile.
The Zombie looked at Hanna kindly for a few moments, and then pressed his lips against Hanna’s hard, taking the paranormal investigator’s breath away. When He at last broke the kiss, He pulled Hanna close enough to rest his chin on the top of Hanna’s head. He held his companion tight and his hands slipped up Hanna’s back, under his shirt, to curl around the back of his shoulders.
Hanna gasped at the sudden onslaught. He buried his face in the zombie’s neck. He took a deep breath, taking in the scent of his friend. It wasn’t the smell of rotting flesh as most would have expected. The zombie smelled like earth and rain and something else that made Hanna think of old books. He laid a lingering kiss on the long neck of the green man as his fingers worked furiously on the buttons of the undead man’s shirt.
The nameless man all but uncurled from the untidy dress shirt like a butterfly in a cocoon after slipping his loose neck tie off over his neck. He helped Hanna out of his shirt and kissed his forehead after it reemerged from under the bright colored fabric. He kissed Hanna’s neck and cheek down to the collar bone. His thin, spider-like hands ran down Hanna’s sides, coming to rest at the man’s boney hips. One hand slid around the front to rest firmly, comfortingly on Hanna’s stomach.
Whimpering, Hanna arched into the touch. He threw his head back, moaning, and slid his fingers through the zombie’s hair, trying to guide his companion to his most sensitive spots. His hips rocked forward when the undead man found said tender spot. Hanna couldn’t breathe for a second as his erection rubbed against his bedmate’s hip. A bright blush spread across the smaller man’s face. “Sorry, I can’t help it.” He buried his face in his friend’s temple to hide his embarrassment, his hands slowly working their way down the long lean body. “Are you….. I mean, can you….um.” He paused unsure of how to broach such a question. Everything he had learned from his paranormal experiences had never prepared him for this.
He tried his best to look at Hanna but with his face hidden in the undead man’s neck, it was needless to say, difficult.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t really thought of it before now.”
“Well, I guess there’s nothing to do but just dive in.” Hanna said. He leaned back and took his partner's face in his hands. He tilted the other man’s face up and kissed him sweetly while running his hands down a long neck to the zombie’s chest. Hanna pulled away just far enough to whisper, “Does this feel good?” he touched the other man’s chest trying to find any erogenous zone.
He closed his eyes, giving into the kiss whole heartedly. He didn’t know if it was possible, but the nameless zombie tried to wake any deadened nerves beneath his skin. He kept his eyes shut as He felt Hanna’s fingertips brush over the well-mended expanse of his chest, concentrating on the touch. And then something happened that the undead man was not expecting. He shivered. His eyes slowly fanned open after taking in the sensation.
Hanna took the minute movement as encouragement. He slid his hands down touching the soft belly of the man in his bed. “I want this, Rudyard.” he began laying soft sucking kisses along the green throat. “This already feels so good but I want you to feel good too. If you can’t feel anything I’ll go take care of myself then come back and we can just be here together.” The paranormal investigator placed his hands on the bony hips of his companion and gently pulled the other man on top of him as he kissed the zombie. He rubbed himself against a skinny thigh.
It was surprising, the sparks of energy that ran through him. Well, it didn’t exactly run through him as much as sluggishly crawled. But it was there all the same and half dead emotions swelled up in him.
“I feel it.” He told Hanna and they kissed again.
Hanna smiled into the kiss. He released his hold on the other man and slid his hands to the front of his pants. “I’m glad.” He mumbled against the zombie’s lips.
Small hands went to the buttons of the zombie’s pants. He was able to effectively get the button undone but was halted by the belt. Hanna grumbled softly against his lover’s lips. There was a pause in Hanna’s frantic kisses and, with a small squeak, he squirmed out from under the other man. He called something over his shoulder that sounded like “be right back” before disappearing into the bathroom.
The zombie watched Hanna scamper off into the apartment’s only other room, rolling from his side to his back. He propped himself up on his elbows and silently, patiently waited. Of course he wondered what Hanna was up to but didn’t ask or call after the red head.
Quiet cursing and the sound of rummaging came from the bathroom. When it finally stopped, Hanna walked into the room, a bottle tucked under his arm as he furiously scribbled on his palm with his trade mark sharpie. “I read about this once.” He said, finishing the rune. The small man looked a little worried for a moment. “That is if it you don’t mind me trying it out.” He fixed the zombie with an open, honest expression.
The undead man looked floored. In the language of his expressions, that means He blinked. Twice. And tipped his head slightly. He sat up fully, his hands resting in his lap and He scrutinized Hanna. A few moments ticked by, unnoticed by the zombie. And then, he smiled. Very slightly, very gently but it was there. He held out a hand to his partner.
“I trust you…Hanna.”
The smile on Hanna’s face couldn’t have been wider. He placed the sharpie beside the bed along with the little bottle and knelt on the bed. He blushed as he placed his unmarked hand in the zombie’s. “Are you sure you wanna trust me? I’ve gotten you in a lot of trouble using my magic before. I wouldn’t blame you if you said no. I’m not even a hundred percent sure what this will do to us.” He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against the other man’s. “You can back out if you want. I won’t be mad, Edgar.” There was more. He wanted to say so much more but his fear of losing someone else stopped the words.
The nameless man looked at Hanna, squeezed the man’s hand securely in his, and pulled him down to him to kiss Hanna gently.
Hanna kissed back and brought his rune covered hand up and placed it against the zombie’s uncovered chest. The reaction was immediate. An almost electrical current seamed to run through his compact body and he gasped as he kissed the other man harder. The paranormal investigator could swear he felt a pulse beneath his fingers. Hanna pulled his hand off the zombie’s bare chest; sparks of magic connected them for a few moments. Throwing his arms around his partner’s shoulders and climbed into the other man’s lap. His body hummed with the magic and anywhere his bed mate touched him was like an explosion to his senses.
His eyes snapped opened at the thrilling sensation. It was intense; so intense that is bordered on pain when it first hit him. He kissed Hanna passionately as he felt Hanna crawl into his lap, peppering kisses over the man’s chin and neck. The zombie’s breath came in pants (He actually HAD to keep breathing…) when Hanna’s hand pressed against the small of his back. When it was finally too much, He rolled Hanna over onto his back and pinned his arms level with his head. The electric spark of magic dissipated and the two starred at one another in the dark, the orange glow of the undead man’s eyes the only light to see by.
“What…was that?” He asked in a whisper.
“It’s like” Hanna panted for breath. He didn’t want to have to explain this right now. He wanted more touching, more kisses. “It’s like a mystic defibrillator.” The smaller man continued after catching his breath. “They used to use it on warriors; ya know, to psych them up and to heighten their senses. But then they tried it on the sick. It increased blood circulation and helped to repair damaged nerves. So they were like ‘cool we’ll use it this way from now on.’” Hanna blushed as he squirmed beneath the other man. “When I read about it… I thought of you. I thought if we ever did end up in bed… it could be useful. If you don’t want me to do it again I’ll just keep my hand out of the way.”
He found it endearing in a strange kind of way that Hanna perceived everything he did in the bedroom as a bad thing just because it was occasionally questioned.
“No, Hanna.” He told the man under him “Only…let’s go slowly.”
He took Hanna’s rune marked hand carefully and positioned the index finger outstretched. He touched the tip lightly to his own stomach, and a warm tingle rolled downward with much more speed than unassisted by the magic. He closed his eyes and tipped his chin up as he savored a long forgotten sensation.
Hanna gasped at the sensation that ran through him. The young man leaned up and nuzzled the underside of the Zombie’s jaw. This was what he wanted. He wanted love. “Slow sounds nice, Ambrose.” He whispered as he laid soft kisses on the other man’s flesh. With his unmarked hand, Hanna traced the stitches down his partner’s chest till he reached were they disappeared below his pants. His right hand gripped the belt buckle before him but didn’t move to uncinch it. He added the brush of his knuckles to the single fingered caresses he had been using on his bed mate.
The stimulation coursed through the nameless man’s body strongly. In reality, his sluggish physical reaction was feeling at the rate of a healthy living human, but to him it felt like much more. After more than a decade of forgetting, the zombie began to remember intimate touch. He took Hanna into his arms. The intense new sensation was a little dizzying. He moaned low and buried his nose in Hanna’s hair. Only when Hanna squirmed against him did He realized He was hard.
As Hanna was pulled closer, he couldn’t help but press more of his hand against the Zombie. He mewled as the magical feedback vibrated under his skin. “Oh, Samuel.” He moaned. His fingers still only fiddled with the belt buckle, unsure of where this all really could go. When his thigh slid between the other man’s long legs he paused as he felt the rigidity in his partner’s trousers. His eyes went wide as he tried to look at his lover. “Alfred, you’re hard.” His whisper was almost in disbelief before he engaged the zombie’s lips in a kiss as he went to work on the belt.
“I think it’s your rune, Hanna.” The zombie said between kisses “I’m not sure my body can do this on its own. I feel, like how I feel pain. But I haven’t had moving blood in me presumably since I died.”
His words were swallowed up by a gasp as Hanna’s hands caressed the v-shaped ridges of his pelvic bone peeking from the top of his now opened trousers.
The paranormal investigator kept the touches from his marked hand light as he removed the pants from his companion. He knew that too much touching seemed to cause his friend pain more than pleasure. While Hanna didn’t want to seem ungrateful he was getting a little antsy with Zombie only holding him and not doing much touching. Hanna took one of his partner’s hands from around him and placed it between his thighs. “Touch me, please.” He moaned as he took the other man’s erection in hand.
A swelling of pleasure rose and exploded then the sweet feelings over took the undead man and He leaned into Hanna’s touch. He ran his hand up Hanna’s still clothed erection and stretched the elastic boxer strap down over the red head’s hip, large palms ghosting over soft flesh. His fingers slipped to Hanna’s inner thigh and brushed up the underside of Hanna’s length. The nameless man both felt and saw the shiver pass though his partner. Experimentally He tried it again and Hanna made a breathy sound and pressed his lips harder against the undead man’s. His hand ventured further, stroking the soft red curls at the base of Hanna’s length before taking him fully in hand and stroking gently.
Hanna mewled into the undead man’s mouth. He wanted the other man’s pants off now. He pushed the other man’s pants down. When he couldn’t reach with his hands any more he started using his foot. Once again his progress was halted by his partner’s shoes. Hanna growled in frustration. “Sit up.” He commanded the zombie before he pushed at his shoulder. Unfortunately it was with his marked hand. His breath caught in his chest and he threw his head back in ecstasy. His hips jerked forward seeking more friction on his aching erection.
The zombie barked a surprised noise and curled in on himself as blinding sensation coursed through him. He squeezed Hanna’s member and pressed his face into the pillow beside Hanna’s shoulder.
“Hanna,” he gasped and that petered out into a long quiet moan.
Hanna pulled his hand away from the other man as if he had been burnt. “I’m sorry.” He gasped. He panted trying to ride out the last fizzles of magic. “Sit up. I need to get your shoes off.” He said in a nearly desperate manner.
He nodded his head and did as Hanna told him. He sat back and pulled his canvas shoes off one at a time with care. With Hanna’s help He eased the slacks off his ankles and placed them off to the side. With that done, the nameless man leaned back in, slipping a hand behind Hanna’s head. He tipped it just so and kissed Hanna, open mouthed and passionately. His other hand danced down Hanna’s side, tracing ribs, crossing over a scar pocked chest and to a leg which He hitched up onto his side. He began to roll his hips, grinding with a slow, thoughtful rhythm that he wasn’t even aware He still possessed.
Lapping at the inside of the other man’s mouth Hanna rocked his hips in time to the man on top of him. He clutched the zombie to him, one hand looped over his back. The marked hand was drawing runes with the pads of his fingers along the flesh of the other one’s back, knowing that each rune sent a jolt through the other man’s body. He moaned louder as the rocking and rubbing became more frantic. He felt his orgasm sneaking up on him, “Stop.” He whined breathing heavily. “Stop.”
He again did as He was told. He pushed himself up and looked down at Hanna, a mild look on his face.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
“No. you’re too good.” Hanna panted. “I didn’t want to cum so soon.” He leaned up and placed kisses up the other’s ridged cheek bone. He stopped at the nameless man’s ear. “I wanna suck your cock, Lewis.” He breathed into the waiting ear.
He blinked and his lips parted slightly. The zombie turned to look Hanna in the face and Hanna thought for half a second he saw a touch pink come up his green skin, turning his cheeks a strange brownish hue. Though he didn’t have long to wonder, for when The undead man saw the naughty grin all but curling at the edges, he laid back, pulling Hanna on top of him. His kissed his neck and cheeks, and his fingers played scales up and down Hanna’s spine.
Hanna chuckled as he was pulled on top of the other man. “I guess you like the idea.” He luxuriated in the pampering his lover was giving him. After a few moments he started laying his own set of kisses down the man’s body. He slid down the long lanky body stopping periodically to tease a nipple or run a rune marked hand down the incision marks on his torso. Hanna spread the long legs of the other man and settled between them. He looked over the top of his glasses at his partner as he took the long cock in his hand and licked his way from base to tip. Once his tongue crested the top of the member he took the head in his mouth and sucked softly, all the while running magical sparks up those skinny inner thighs of the nameless man with his fingers.
His chest rose and fell beneath Hanna’s ministrations. He had forgotten this. Forgotten it like his own name. Not the act itself, or how it felt (the former existed as just any other bit of unimportant information to him while the latter was a fuzzy, somehow unmissed memory) but the sense of intimacy. The knowledge that someone would do something so private and personal for another with only that person’s happiness in mind had been buried in the wet grass and mud of peaceful cemeteries and drown out in the honks of late night cabs that shot past him in deserted streets. Lost to him until now. With sparks of magic riding up his thighs, the undead man’s breath came heavier. He hummed approval faintly behind closed lips and his back began to bow up a little as the treatment continued. His forehead wrinkled in concentration as Hanna worked his mouth up and down, sweet pleasure building. Hanna licked the underside of his lover’s member and it seemed that Hanna was conducting the rune’s energy through the flat of his tongue, and if The zombie’s eyes weren’t closed in bliss, He may have looked down to check if, perhaps, the electric bolts of magic were buzzing between Hanna’s tongue and his length.
When Hanna first took his partner’s length in his mouth it had been slightly warm but now, after his attention, the undead man’s cock was body temperature. The redhead took more of the member into his mouth, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feel and slip of hot hard flesh on his tongue. Hanna took a deep breath through his nose and took the rest of his friend into his throat. He felt the other man’s soft stomach bump against his forehead. Opening his eyes and looking up at his lover, Hanna pulled his head back off the cock in his throat to get a full breath. He returned to lapping the head hungrily before bobbing his head up and down on the erection once more.
The zombie audibly groaned, but somehow it retained that composed tone. His long fingers tangled through Hanna’s red hair and He bucked slightly, trying his best not to choke Hanna. He lay against the bare mattress, hands shaking and his eyes fanned open. He gazed up into the ceiling a moment, glowing eyes dimming slightly as they rolled back into his head.
Hanna pulled off. He noticed the sparks of magic trip off his tongue as he pulled away. The young paranormal investigator realized he was channeling his magic through more than just his marked hand. If he could figure out how to do that in the field he’d be the best paranormal investigator ever but that wasn’t important now. He climbed on top of the other man. “How’d I do?” he whispered, laughing a little at the expression he saw on his friends face. Hanna ran his fingertips over the Zombie’s scalp.
The nameless man looked up at Hanna, and audibly swallowed. His breathing calmed and his tense body relaxed beneath his partner. The corner of his mouth twitched upward and Hanna suspected that was as close as the other man could get to a naughty grin.
“Very good, Hanna.” He answered.
He laughed. Hanna was happier than he had been in a long time. Kissing his friend passionately, the red head leaned over the side of the bed for the lotion bottle he had placed there earlier. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you wanna take the next step?” He asked laying soft kisses on his lover’s face.
“With you, I’d like that very much.” He told Hanna, sitting the man back enough to look up at him and placing a large green hand on the red head’s cheek lovingly.
Hanna was taken aback by this comment. No one had ever stuck with Hanna so stalwartly before and now his partner wanted to make love to him not just for the act but because he would be performing the act with Hanna. The young man felt tears prickle his eyes. He buried his face in the zombie’s neck. “Do you want to get me ready or should I do it?” He asked, mumbling into the flesh of the other man’s neck as he pressed the bottle into his lover’s hand looking for anything to distract from what he felt was him being over emotional.
The undead man felt like his heart was melting. He wrapped his long arms around Hanna and pressed his cheek against the top of his head. He was not used to the ardent fondness he felt for Hanna in this moment, but the fact that it was Hanna made it seem natural. When Hanna gave him the bottle He sat up, with Hanna in his lap and looked from him to it with very mild concern.
“I’m not entirely sure what to do.” He said then paused as if worried his next sentence would offend “Can you show me how?”
Hanna wiped his eyes while smiling and chuckling. “Yeah, I can show you.” He said taking the bottle back and opening it. The smaller man kissed the tall man passionately as he took one of those large hands in his. Making quick work of slicking up two fingers Hanna brought his friend’s hand back to his backside. He slid his hand over the top of the other man’s and guided the middle finger between his buttocks. “Start with one finger.” He said pulling away a little but still close enough that his lips brushed his partner’s. “I’ll tell you when you can add another finger or if it’s too dry.” He kissed the undead man quickly. “I’m ready.”
He rubbed his fingers together in an experimental way, the lubricant slipping between them. He digested the slippery feeling of it then reached beneath Hanna. He gingerly pressed his middle finger past the tight ring of muscle, never looking from Hanna’s face. He studied his partner’s expression for any signs of discomfort. By the time he was two knuckles deep, he stopped to let Hanna adjust.
Hanna gasped. “You don’t have to stop. Keep going. I know how much I can take. I’ll tell you if I need a minute.” He didn’t mean to seem so impatient but he was so excited to make love to the man he had been wanting for so long. He leaned his head back and moaned quietly as he sunk further down on that wonderfully long probing finger.
The Zombie cautiously did as Hanna said. His index finger joined the other, scissoring gently. He crooked them slightly and by the coos Hanna was making, the undead man could only assume He was doing well. He moved, stretching his lover while trying his best not to hurt him.
“How am I doing?” He asked.
“G-good. It’s good.” Hanna panted gripping the narrow shoulders of his partner. He leaned his head forward, his forehead resting on the Zombie’s shoulder. He bounced a little on his lover’s fingers searching for that place deep inside that the man had touched only moments ago. “Need more lube.” He panted, pulling himself off the fingers. He pressed his hand flatter against the other man’s skin, riding the aftershock of the spell. As frantic hands reached for the lotion bottle, Hanna leaned up to kiss his partner and he felt supernatural sparks coming off his lips.
The electric shock He felt course through him was wonderful. He held Hanna at his hips, his slickened fingers raised just so off the skin. Hanna reapplied the lubricant swiftly and this time the nameless man laid Hanna on his back and spread his legs gently. He pressed his fingers back in and loomed over his lover.
One hand went up by his head searching for some kind of hand hold. “Press in deeper.” Hanna instructed in a panting breath. “Make sure I’m wet. It hurts when I’m too dry. ” He ran his hand that was pulsing with magical energy along the autopsy scars as he writhed on his partner’s fingers. That spot inside him was touched and he gasped before whining in ecstasy.
He pushed his fingers deep and braced a free hand beside Hanna’s head. The man squirmed and that mixed with the surge of magic made the zombie want, actually lust, for Hanna. It was an emotion He hadn’t felt in more than a decade and He liked it.
“Hanna, please tell me you’re ready.”
“Oh! I’m so ready.” He said grabbing the bottle of lotion and, after squeezing a liberal amount into his unmarked hand, slicked up the zombie’s erection. The small red head spread his legs a little wider, presenting himself to the other man. “Go slow at first.” He coached. “I still might be a little tight… It’s been a while.” He blushed a little at the last part. He couldn’t pinpoint the emotion that caused it. Whether embarrassment that at twenty four he was in the middle of a sexual dry spell or resentment that this wasn’t his first time he couldn’t say. “I want you, Arthur. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life. Like, seriously never.” He said in a breathy yet very serious tone. Lifting his head off the mattress, Hanna’s lips begged for a kiss as he continued to impale himself on his lover’s fingers.
The Zombie curled down to meet him. The kiss was soft and sweet and full of fledgling feelings of affection. He slipped his fingers free and broke the kiss to shuffle forward into position. He gazed at Hanna through warmly glowing eyes.
“I want you as well, Hanna. And I’m certain that, if I could remember,” He bent down to whisper in Hanna’s ear “I would’ve wanted you above anyone else then too.”
He placed a long kiss on Hanna’s jaw, just below his ear, and as He ran his hand over his partner’s cheek and forehead with one hand, the other guided himself into Hanna.
There were those damn tears again. Hanna clutched the other man to him as he once again hid his face against the green neck. He let out a long low moan as he was penetrated. The young man had been right that he wasn’t stretched quiet enough. He gritted his teeth against the pain. He placed his rune inscribed hand flat against the middle of his lover’s back. The surge of mystical energy that ran through him knocked the breath out of his lungs. He couldn’t breathe for a full minute as he threw his head back, mouth open in a silent wail of absolute pleasure. When he finally got his breath back he started rocking his hips desperately against the hardness buried so deep inside him.
“Move!” He was ready to beg. “Please move! Oh!”
The zombie complied cautiously, only inching at first and feelings of pleasure blossomed throughout his frame. He felt more alive in that moment than He believed a dead man could. He moved a little more daringly, rolling his hips into Hanna. The red head beneath him moaned and that spurred him on. He slipped a hand behind Hanna’s head and lifted it to up toward him. He kissed Hanna deeply and clutched him to his scarred form. The angle at which He held Hanna was a little awkward, arms wrapped around the man’s back and almost holding him at a sitting position but be continued to pump.
Hanna lay nearly limp in his lover’s arms. All he felt he could do was moan and pant and kiss the lips presented to him but as he lay there, as he was made love to, the small red head realized that this was the first time he had ever trusted anyone so implicitly. He let out a desperate sob of passion as he pulled himself into the other man’s lap. “I love you! I love you, Bram!” He panted bouncing himself a little harder on his lover’s lap. “I’ve been so scared to trust anyone, to love anyone but you make me feel safe. I’ve never felt safe before.” He pressed his forehead to the other man’s. “Thank you. I love you and I don’t care if you love me as much as I love you because you’ve given me so much more than anyone else.” He knew he was rambling but he didn’t care.
“Hanna,” He panted into Hanna’s ear, cutting Hanna off “How can you say you don’t care? I…care. I want you to care. I…love you and I want the same from you…”
He had developed a fondness for Hanna very shortly after they had met, but that was a sluggish, comfortable affection that was dull and easy. This was fast and passionate and both strange and wonderful. The undead man had never dealt with such strong emotion issuing forth like this before. He laid deeper into Hanna, kissing his ear and neck then when the bliss became too much, he made a thick, decadent sound in the back of his throat and buried his face in Hanna’s shoulder.
“Geoffrey!” Hanna gasped as he writhed beneath the other man. The deeper penetration sent vibrations through every inch of his body. His long skinny arms and legs wrapped around the bigger man. He clung to his lover like any moment he would disappear. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” The red head whispered into the zombie’s ear and rocked harder into the cradle of the other man’s hips. He kissed the strong jaw all the way down to the square chin. Tears were streaming down his face from the overload of emotions and pleasure.
The zombie brushed a red curl over Hanna’s ear and noticing the tears, labored, told him not to cry.
“You set me at ease…when you smile.” He rested his forehead against Hanna’s, and smiled. With the very slightest white glint. A bonafied toothy smile. At least for him.
A smile spread across his face and a chuckle slipped out between moans. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…Aah! Mean to worry you.” He felt himself growing closer and closer to orgasm.
“Kiss me.” He panted. Hanna could feel his magic running through his entire frame. He took his lover’s face in his hands and rode the near constant hum of energy.
He pressed his lips to Hanna’s and the mystic energy exploded through him. His body was racked with pleasure and his hips jerked out of rhythm. He shook and grasped Hanna around the shoulders tightly. He held him in a bear hug, moaning brokenly in the man’s ear. He thrust a few moments longer before being pushed over the edge into a hard, dry orgasm.
It was over whelming. The pleasure; the passion. It was all more than Hanna had ever experienced. He loved being nearly crushed in his friend’s arms. He tried to scream but all that came out was a strangled “Aah!” as he came hard between them. He didn’t realize he had stopped breathing till his lungs burned, aching for lack of oxygen. He nearly passed out as wave after explosive wave of pleasure passed through him.
“Love you.” He gasped once he got his breath back.
“I love you.” He said in return, beginning to sag where He sat. He gently laid Hanna down then lay down beside him. The zombie’s breathing slowed to its normal, below average rate and he gazed as Hanna remained half in dreamland.
Hanna turned his head and smiled at his lover. “That was totally awesome.”He hummed happily. He reached out with the hand that didn’t have a rune drawn on it and touch the prominent check bone. He was careful to keep his inscribed hand out of the way. As it was he could still feel it pulsing with magical energy. “I gotta clean up or this’ll get sticky.” The paranormal investigator pushed himself up into a sitting position on shaky arms. He started to stumble to his feet. He could feel the weakness in his knees.
Hanna felt long thin hands hold him at the elbows, keeping him from toppling over. He looked back to see the undead man holding him up and tenderly leading him to the stall sized bathroom in the apartment. He sat Hanna on the toilet seat and after wetting a wash cloth in the sink, held it out for Hanna to take as he didn’t want to accidentally touch the rune. He stood by, waiting patiently, eyes closed calmly like a meditating Hindu priest.
“Thanks.” He mumbled as he began wiping off his stomach and chest. Hanna scrubbed at his palm. He knew that the sharpie ink wouldn’t come all the way off but he was able to fade it enough so that the magic let off a subtle afterglow rather than an ecstatic charge. He looked at the tall naked man standing close by. This man had given him so much and the small red head was scared things would change now that they had had sex. Nothing ever stayed the same after. Using the strength he had started to regain, he pushed himself up and wobbled over to his lover. Keeping his eyes averted, Hanna swiped away his semen that had gotten on the tall man’s stomach. “Thanks again. That was really good.” He said before tossing the soiled wash cloth in the sink and starting toward the bedroom.
Again, Hanna felt a hand take him gently, this time by his own hand.
“Hanna,” The deep voice called. He came up behind the investigator and turning Hanna’s head just so, the nameless man laid a kiss on Hanna’s lips. When He broke the kiss, He gently guided Hanna out of the bathroom saying: “Let’s put you to bed.”
Hanna chuckled. That one simple kiss had put his mind at ease. No other man had ever kissed him afterwards. “Wasn’t this how it all started?” He asked allowing himself to be lead. “And look! The sun’s coming up! I told you I’d stay up with you.” He laughed and leaned his head against the slowly cooling flesh of the zombie.
He noted the rays of yellow sunlight coming in through that impossibly tiny window and crossed in front of Hanna to retrieve his slacks. He pulled them up and on, turned away from the red head. Hanna observed the nine clinically stitched, long forgotten wounds criss crossing his back. The nameless man turned to Hanna, the glow of his eyes complimenting the sun rays infiltrating the dark apartment.
“You did, didn’t you. Then good morning, Hanna. Should I make you breakfast now?”
Hanna stood on the balls of his feet so he could wrap his arms around the tall man’s shoulders. He laughed as he pulled the other man backwards till they both tumbled backwards onto the bed. “I think I’ll remind you what brunch is later.” He said after letting out a soft “Oof” when he hit the mattress. He liked the feel of the bigger man on top of him. He yawned and looked up a little shyly at his lover. “I’m gonna go to sleep but you don’t need to stay with me if you don’t want to.”
The zombie didn’t reply; just ran a hand through Hanna’s hair and continued to hold him.
The red head smiled widely. He snuggled up close to the other man and kicked spastically at the blankets till he could get a good hold on them and pulled them over their bodies. Hanna buried his face in the skinny chest of his lover and whispered.”I meant what I said back there. I really do love you. You know that right?” he ran nervous fingers down stitched flesh.
He looked down at the top of Hanna’s head and said “I know,” mildly. Sun rays began to creep up the walls. “I suppose saying ‘ditto’ would cheapen the moment, though, wouldn’t it?”
Hanna rolled the both of them over onto their sides. He held his lovers face in his hands and laughed very happily. “I get it, like ‘Ghost’. Hey, does that make me Demi Moore? No fair!” he slid his lips over the other man’s. “I would like it if you said it, though.”
In truth, He had only a vague idea about Hanna was talking about and it wasn’t his intention, but all the same it added to Hanna’s charm. He looked deeply into Hanna’s eyes and watched how the gaining sunlight made them shine.
“I love you, Hanna. Very much.”
“Love you, too.” He smiled and wrapped himself around the skinny form of the other man. Hanna yawned, closed his eyes and mumbled ”Good morning.” Before he fell into a very happy sleep.
“Goodnight.” He replied and was content in watching Hanna sleep.
I've had the HinaBN fics I've been doing with my sister up on Y!gall a while now and lazy woman I am, I have yet to crosspost them anywhere. Might as well get a jump on that, huh?
Title: Until Sunrise
Authors: theempress14 & kitsune_girl
Pairing: .../Hanna
Rating: NC-17 for Zombie sexings of the fluffy kind
Summery: “So you just walk. You walk around the city and watch everything.” He said looking up at his tall companion. He shivered slightly and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You don’t feel lonely or left out?”
Note: we took the approach of Ol' ... having no name a little differently than some, in that we never gave him an actual name outside of Hanna's dialogue. Most times we just stick to a capitalized "He". I hope it doesn't come out confusing.
He didn’t sleep. He didn’t need to after all, so He walked the streets at night while Hanna slept. He observed the urban landscape with its rain slicked pavement and the crisp scent of the cold night air. The neon hum of all night diners that harbored the clubbers, glitzed out in smudged make up, and the midnight tokers, jonesing for fried chicken and waffles. He passed bar hoppers who didn’t have to go home but couldn’t stay there.
But more often than not He was alone. It was comforting, the loneliness, in a dark kind of way. In the hours where the city was as dead as him, there was a serene calm in the yellow street light washed pavement. It was an abandoned landscape of fire escapes and ancient brick and it called him back.
He donned his coat and fedora by the door as Hanna sat on his bare mattress, clicking at his laptop. It was as He wrapped his oversized scarf around his shoulders, that Hanna asked him something that took him by surprise. Well, at least as surprised as an undead man could manage.
“What do I do every night that makes you leave?” the small red head asked looking up from the monitor. It was something that had bothered Hanna for a while now. It wasn’t a rare occurrence for people to just leave Hanna for whatever reason. He was loud, kind of immature and seemed to attract danger at every turn. When people walked out on him, he never asked why any more. It hurt less not to know most of the time. What had prompted so much thinking this time was the fact that the tall dead man kept coming back.
“I snore, don’t I?” The twenty something smiled. In classic Hanna fashion he had decided to make a game out of it. “Or do I talk in my sleep? I bet I would say some pretty weird stuff in my sleep that would bother me enough to take off every night. Or is it that I’m actually sleeping and you’re jealous that you can’t anymore? Don’t worry, Oscar, I understand and I don’t mind staying up with you if you want. I really don’t need that much sleep anyways.” He closed the lap top and placed it on the bed next to him smiling his regular, congenial way.
The man looked at Hanna, flabbergasted. Meaning, his left eyebrow raised a mere fraction of an inch. Did Hanna think that it was his fault the zombie left at night? It was both at once endearing and heart breaking.
“Hanna,” The undead man said, adjusting his scarf (not because it was uncomfortable, but because it gave him something to do with his hands) “I’m not jealous. I haven’t missed sleep for a long while now. And honestly I don’t know if you snore. It isn’t because of anything you do. I just like the streets at night. It makes me feel…”
He wanted to say ‘normal’ but that didn’t quite seem to fit. He felt intensely at ease in his own skin at most times, rotting or not, especially in Hanna’s presence. So He settled on a word that sounded silly to his ears.
“…Good.”
“Oh.” Hanna’s smile faltered. He looked down at his hands and fiddled with his fingernail as he wondered what to say next. “Well… then I’ll come with you.” He finally decided. ”You can show me all your favorite places and maybe we can find a few late night hang outs for us to enjoy."
Hanna bounced off the bed and pulled some pants that were on the floor over his boxers. He hesitated as he was about to pull his sleep shirt off over his head but decided that his friend had seen his scars already so there was little need to hide them. He dropped the shirt on the floor in favor of a brighter colored one that had taken up residency on the carpet earlier in the week. He paused before putting it on. “I mean, if you don’t mind tagging along. I wouldn’t wanna interrupt your alone time or anything.” He smiled at his friend in a ‘Whatever you wanna do is cool’ kind of way, but there was something a little sad about his big eyes.
The Zombie considered telling Hanna that eight hours or so was a long time - for the living at least - but He couldn’t say no to that face. Instead, He turned to the chair where Hanna’s coat was draped and picked it up. He extended it to Hanna and said: “It would be a pleasure.”
His lip twitched up at the corner the tiniest bit and by the look on Hanna’s face, that “smile” had been added to the mental tally.
Nearly jumping up and down in his excitement Hanna yanked on his shirt then grabbed his coat in one hand and the tall dead man’s hand in the other as he ran out the door.
After about an hour it finally dawned on Hanna. “So you just walk. You walk around the city and watch everything.” He said looking up at his tall companion. He shivered slightly and shoved his hands in his pockets. “You don’t feel lonely or left out?”
It had surprised him that Hanna had remained more or less quiet for a long while, but the companionable silence hadn’t been awkward. The Zombie observed his companion and kept walking.
“I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve always been this way. It’s never occurred to me to feel like that. Are you alright? Feeling tired or cold?”
“Naw.” Hanna chuckled. He shivered almost immediately after. “Okay. Maybe I’m a bit cold. How about we stop into one of these greasy spoons for a quick cup of cocoa?” He thumbed in the general direction of an all night diner and smiled one of those wide Hanna smiles.
He nodded in agreement; a quick, emotionless nod, and followed Hanna to the red and white beacon in the night. They stepped inside and took a booth. The undead man sat across from Hanna and didn’t bother to touch his menu. He watched Hanna pursue his own with very muted interest.
“What can I get ya, honey?” a large matronly waitress who looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here asked as she readied her order pad.
Hanna smiled up at the woman. “I cup of hot cocoa would be nice thanks and a piece of apple pie warmed up would be good too. No ice cream though. But I really like ice cream so if you could put it on the side I’d really appreciate it.”
The woman raised an eyebrow in an annoyed fashion. “Cute.” She grumbled then marked the order on her pad. “How about you?” she asked the other occupant of the booth.
The undead man raised his hand slightly as a sign he was fine, then said as much and thanked the waitress. Her eyebrow remained at a quirked angle, but she turned and left the two of them. He watched Hanna, not exactly sure what to say. He had never shared his nights with anyone before and during the days Hanna effortlessly filled the air, but all the same the strange need to speak remained.
Hanna tapped a beat on the table for a moment as he thought. “Sooo… This has been nice.” He said. Resting his arms on the table and leaning forward he tilted his head to the side as if studying his companion. “You never came into any of these places before? You just walked and watched?”
That almost took him by surprise. He showed this with a near invisible frown.
“No, I suppose I haven’t. I always felt these places were for the living. I feel more at home watching from outside.” His eye observed the ‘occupancy: 72’ sign blandly. He wondered in a detached way if he had said too much.
The red head leaned back in his chair as if relieved. “I’m glad. We can explore this together. It would have been a bit of a downer if you already came here without me. It’s more fun doing this together.” Hanna’s expression softened a little. “Thanks for letting me tag along.” He said softly. His expression changed back to the exaggerated smile that usually was on his face. “Oh yeah!” He yelled as his food came to the table.
Hanna ate and his companion sat patiently, not rushing the boy. When Hanna was finished, they left the diner, a few bills on the Formica table. They headed back into the dark streets, taking main roads then switching to alleys and side streets then back again at their leisure. The Zombie never wondered what time it was (the beginnings of sunrise usually told him to head back to Hanna’s apartment) but He worried over the exact time when He noticed the way Hanna was dragging his feet when he walked out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t like that he was inconveniencing the red head, but it was endearing that Hanna had gone out of his way to be inconvenienced just for him.
Once the door to his apartment was opened Hanna tossed his coat haphazardly over a nearby chair. “Alright. Now I’m tired.” He grumbled. “So are you going to go out again after I go to sleep?” Hanna didn’t look at the other man but concentrated on the floor.
On any other night, He would have been honest. Said “most likely” and not given it a second thought. But tonight…
“Do you want me to go?”
“No.” Hanna looked up sharply. He stood and approached the zombie, stopping mere inches from the undead man. “We could play checkers or Monopoly. Monopoly takes forever! Or we could watch a movie. I don’t have to go to sleep, Charles. I could probably stay awake a few more hours. Just…. Don’t go.” It was something Hanna had wanted to say to so many people but always felt it would be selfish of him to ask. But this was different. His friend had already stuck with him through so much more than any of the others ever had.
The undead man blinked at his companion in response. He reached out a hand and gently placed it on Hanna’s shoulder turning him towards the mattress.
“Hanna, let’s put you to bed.” He said simply.
Hanna walked willingly towards the bed. “But you’re not going to leave, right? I want you here.” He looked over his shoulder at his tall friend.
“I’ll be right here.”
He sat Hanna on the mattress and the boy wearily kicked off his shoes. He all but collapsed when the undead man gently laid Hanna back. He pulled the blanket over Hanna, then almost as an afterthought, brushed the red curls back from Hanna’s forehead.
The smaller man tilted his head into the touch subconsciously. After a few moments of uncomfortable wiggling Hanna finally kicked his jeans out from under the blankets. “I can’t sleep with my jeans on.” He said in an apologetic way. He finally settled down. He lay still and tried to get himself to relax. With his heart banging in his chest, the paranormal investigator reached out one hand and laid it softly on his companion’s arm. “Lay down with me?”
He was taken aback by that, but of course it didn’t show on his face. He looked at Hanna’s hand on his arm and then back at the boy.
“Why?” He didn’t intend to be blunt or abrupt but all the same he wanted to know.
Hanna gave a noncommittal half shrug. “I wanna know you’re near me. I want you close to me.” A pink tongue peeked out to wet suddenly dry lips. Pushing himself into a half sitting position, Hanna leaned in close to the zombie’s face. “I like you a lot, George” He whispered before placing a tentative kiss to the corner of the other man’s mouth. He didn’t pull away but waited breathlessly for the undead man’s reaction.
That… was certainly something. Hanna’s lips barely touched the Zombie’s skin, but still lingered there.
“Hanna,” he said softly and their lips accidentally brushed. “Empty streets help me fit in. I leave at night… because watching you sleep reminds me I’m…strange.” His hand came up to cup Hanna’s cheek. “Hanna…” He said again, not knowing what else to say.
Hanna laughed.” You think I’m normal? I use magic. I have a GIGANTIC scar on my chest. My best friends are a deranged doctor, the worst vampire in the world and a zombie that I can’t stop thinking about.” Hanna gripped tighter on the zombie’s sleeve and put his other arm around the tall man’s shoulders. “If we have to be strange, let’s be strange together.” He smiled and nuzzled his friend’s face.
The Zombie hesitated a moment longer, then leaned in over Hanna and closed his mouth over the smaller man’s. His opposite hand came down on the mattress, propping himself up over Hanna. He tipped Hanna’s head back to deepen the kiss and He thought He could remember a strange, dull thud that once resided in his chest. It both frightened and excited him.
The short man hummed contentedly into the other man’s mouth. He ran his fingers through the hair at the nape of the undead man’s neck. Hanna pulled away a little then flipped a corner of the blanket’s back.
“Lay down with me? Please.” He laid back down on the bed, his hands resting against his friend’s shoulders.
The Zombie crawled over Hanna and into the bed beside him. He didn’t take off his coat or gloves or even his canvas shoes. Just crawled onto the mattress and laid down. His fedora tipped off his head as his head hit the mattress and fell to the floor, revealing the tufted white streaks on either side of his head. He looked up at the ceiling and felt somewhat awkward. He hadn’t lain in a bed in more than a decade. It was a familiar yet somehow completely new sensation.
Chuckling softly, Hanna took the undead man’s wrist in his hand. “You can’t be comfortable like that. I’ll help you.” He pulled the glove from the long hand in his grasp. With a gentle nuzzle to the palm of the zombie’s hand he laid a gentle kiss there and moved on to the other hand which got the same treatment. He snuggled closer and wrapped his arms around the slim green neck. Hanna slid his hands down the back of the coat, nonverbally asking his bed mate to take it off as the shorter man engaged his friend’s lips in a deep kiss.
The Zombie couldn’t say he agreed with Hanna’s question of his comfort. It hadn’t really occurred to him. But a warm affection wormed its way through the characteristic frankness. When Hanna wrapped his arms around him, the undead man draped his arm over his companion’s hip and while He didn’t lean into the kiss, He dipped his head just so to give Hanna greater access. He shrugged the trench coat from his shoulders at Hanna’s request. He kissed with conviction but not urgency. It was a kiss that spoke of quiet intensity. His hand held Hanna’s hip at the place where the elastic strap of boxer s met scar pocked skin.
A soft mewl of approval escaped Hanna. His small hands fisted the bright orange fabric on his friend’s chest, pulling him closer. He squirmed in the other man’s grasp searching for more contact against hidden skin. Especially the sensitive skin those long fingers were so close to touching. His fingers began fiddling with the buttons on the shirt.
“I thought you were tired.” The Zombie asked between kisses. His fingers slipped cautiously under the hem of Hanna’s brightly colored shirt, but didn’t venture further at the risk of stepping too far into the unsafe territory of Hanna’s scars. His glowing eyes turned to Hanna’s own, creating a red-orange aura around their faces in the dim light.
“I was.” Hanna mumbled looking down at his small hands pressed against the orange clad chest. “But then we got all handsy and smoochy and I kinda forgot. I’m still tired but I’d rather do this.” He pressed himself closer to the man in his bed. “If you want me to stop I will, H.G. I’ll go to sleep if you stay with me.” He looked up at the zombie with a mischievous smile.
The Zombie looked at Hanna kindly for a few moments, and then pressed his lips against Hanna’s hard, taking the paranormal investigator’s breath away. When He at last broke the kiss, He pulled Hanna close enough to rest his chin on the top of Hanna’s head. He held his companion tight and his hands slipped up Hanna’s back, under his shirt, to curl around the back of his shoulders.
Hanna gasped at the sudden onslaught. He buried his face in the zombie’s neck. He took a deep breath, taking in the scent of his friend. It wasn’t the smell of rotting flesh as most would have expected. The zombie smelled like earth and rain and something else that made Hanna think of old books. He laid a lingering kiss on the long neck of the green man as his fingers worked furiously on the buttons of the undead man’s shirt.
The nameless man all but uncurled from the untidy dress shirt like a butterfly in a cocoon after slipping his loose neck tie off over his neck. He helped Hanna out of his shirt and kissed his forehead after it reemerged from under the bright colored fabric. He kissed Hanna’s neck and cheek down to the collar bone. His thin, spider-like hands ran down Hanna’s sides, coming to rest at the man’s boney hips. One hand slid around the front to rest firmly, comfortingly on Hanna’s stomach.
Whimpering, Hanna arched into the touch. He threw his head back, moaning, and slid his fingers through the zombie’s hair, trying to guide his companion to his most sensitive spots. His hips rocked forward when the undead man found said tender spot. Hanna couldn’t breathe for a second as his erection rubbed against his bedmate’s hip. A bright blush spread across the smaller man’s face. “Sorry, I can’t help it.” He buried his face in his friend’s temple to hide his embarrassment, his hands slowly working their way down the long lean body. “Are you….. I mean, can you….um.” He paused unsure of how to broach such a question. Everything he had learned from his paranormal experiences had never prepared him for this.
He tried his best to look at Hanna but with his face hidden in the undead man’s neck, it was needless to say, difficult.
“I’m not sure. I haven’t really thought of it before now.”
“Well, I guess there’s nothing to do but just dive in.” Hanna said. He leaned back and took his partner's face in his hands. He tilted the other man’s face up and kissed him sweetly while running his hands down a long neck to the zombie’s chest. Hanna pulled away just far enough to whisper, “Does this feel good?” he touched the other man’s chest trying to find any erogenous zone.
He closed his eyes, giving into the kiss whole heartedly. He didn’t know if it was possible, but the nameless zombie tried to wake any deadened nerves beneath his skin. He kept his eyes shut as He felt Hanna’s fingertips brush over the well-mended expanse of his chest, concentrating on the touch. And then something happened that the undead man was not expecting. He shivered. His eyes slowly fanned open after taking in the sensation.
Hanna took the minute movement as encouragement. He slid his hands down touching the soft belly of the man in his bed. “I want this, Rudyard.” he began laying soft sucking kisses along the green throat. “This already feels so good but I want you to feel good too. If you can’t feel anything I’ll go take care of myself then come back and we can just be here together.” The paranormal investigator placed his hands on the bony hips of his companion and gently pulled the other man on top of him as he kissed the zombie. He rubbed himself against a skinny thigh.
It was surprising, the sparks of energy that ran through him. Well, it didn’t exactly run through him as much as sluggishly crawled. But it was there all the same and half dead emotions swelled up in him.
“I feel it.” He told Hanna and they kissed again.
Hanna smiled into the kiss. He released his hold on the other man and slid his hands to the front of his pants. “I’m glad.” He mumbled against the zombie’s lips.
Small hands went to the buttons of the zombie’s pants. He was able to effectively get the button undone but was halted by the belt. Hanna grumbled softly against his lover’s lips. There was a pause in Hanna’s frantic kisses and, with a small squeak, he squirmed out from under the other man. He called something over his shoulder that sounded like “be right back” before disappearing into the bathroom.
The zombie watched Hanna scamper off into the apartment’s only other room, rolling from his side to his back. He propped himself up on his elbows and silently, patiently waited. Of course he wondered what Hanna was up to but didn’t ask or call after the red head.
Quiet cursing and the sound of rummaging came from the bathroom. When it finally stopped, Hanna walked into the room, a bottle tucked under his arm as he furiously scribbled on his palm with his trade mark sharpie. “I read about this once.” He said, finishing the rune. The small man looked a little worried for a moment. “That is if it you don’t mind me trying it out.” He fixed the zombie with an open, honest expression.
The undead man looked floored. In the language of his expressions, that means He blinked. Twice. And tipped his head slightly. He sat up fully, his hands resting in his lap and He scrutinized Hanna. A few moments ticked by, unnoticed by the zombie. And then, he smiled. Very slightly, very gently but it was there. He held out a hand to his partner.
“I trust you…Hanna.”
The smile on Hanna’s face couldn’t have been wider. He placed the sharpie beside the bed along with the little bottle and knelt on the bed. He blushed as he placed his unmarked hand in the zombie’s. “Are you sure you wanna trust me? I’ve gotten you in a lot of trouble using my magic before. I wouldn’t blame you if you said no. I’m not even a hundred percent sure what this will do to us.” He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against the other man’s. “You can back out if you want. I won’t be mad, Edgar.” There was more. He wanted to say so much more but his fear of losing someone else stopped the words.
The nameless man looked at Hanna, squeezed the man’s hand securely in his, and pulled him down to him to kiss Hanna gently.
Hanna kissed back and brought his rune covered hand up and placed it against the zombie’s uncovered chest. The reaction was immediate. An almost electrical current seamed to run through his compact body and he gasped as he kissed the other man harder. The paranormal investigator could swear he felt a pulse beneath his fingers. Hanna pulled his hand off the zombie’s bare chest; sparks of magic connected them for a few moments. Throwing his arms around his partner’s shoulders and climbed into the other man’s lap. His body hummed with the magic and anywhere his bed mate touched him was like an explosion to his senses.
His eyes snapped opened at the thrilling sensation. It was intense; so intense that is bordered on pain when it first hit him. He kissed Hanna passionately as he felt Hanna crawl into his lap, peppering kisses over the man’s chin and neck. The zombie’s breath came in pants (He actually HAD to keep breathing…) when Hanna’s hand pressed against the small of his back. When it was finally too much, He rolled Hanna over onto his back and pinned his arms level with his head. The electric spark of magic dissipated and the two starred at one another in the dark, the orange glow of the undead man’s eyes the only light to see by.
“What…was that?” He asked in a whisper.
“It’s like” Hanna panted for breath. He didn’t want to have to explain this right now. He wanted more touching, more kisses. “It’s like a mystic defibrillator.” The smaller man continued after catching his breath. “They used to use it on warriors; ya know, to psych them up and to heighten their senses. But then they tried it on the sick. It increased blood circulation and helped to repair damaged nerves. So they were like ‘cool we’ll use it this way from now on.’” Hanna blushed as he squirmed beneath the other man. “When I read about it… I thought of you. I thought if we ever did end up in bed… it could be useful. If you don’t want me to do it again I’ll just keep my hand out of the way.”
He found it endearing in a strange kind of way that Hanna perceived everything he did in the bedroom as a bad thing just because it was occasionally questioned.
“No, Hanna.” He told the man under him “Only…let’s go slowly.”
He took Hanna’s rune marked hand carefully and positioned the index finger outstretched. He touched the tip lightly to his own stomach, and a warm tingle rolled downward with much more speed than unassisted by the magic. He closed his eyes and tipped his chin up as he savored a long forgotten sensation.
Hanna gasped at the sensation that ran through him. The young man leaned up and nuzzled the underside of the Zombie’s jaw. This was what he wanted. He wanted love. “Slow sounds nice, Ambrose.” He whispered as he laid soft kisses on the other man’s flesh. With his unmarked hand, Hanna traced the stitches down his partner’s chest till he reached were they disappeared below his pants. His right hand gripped the belt buckle before him but didn’t move to uncinch it. He added the brush of his knuckles to the single fingered caresses he had been using on his bed mate.
The stimulation coursed through the nameless man’s body strongly. In reality, his sluggish physical reaction was feeling at the rate of a healthy living human, but to him it felt like much more. After more than a decade of forgetting, the zombie began to remember intimate touch. He took Hanna into his arms. The intense new sensation was a little dizzying. He moaned low and buried his nose in Hanna’s hair. Only when Hanna squirmed against him did He realized He was hard.
As Hanna was pulled closer, he couldn’t help but press more of his hand against the Zombie. He mewled as the magical feedback vibrated under his skin. “Oh, Samuel.” He moaned. His fingers still only fiddled with the belt buckle, unsure of where this all really could go. When his thigh slid between the other man’s long legs he paused as he felt the rigidity in his partner’s trousers. His eyes went wide as he tried to look at his lover. “Alfred, you’re hard.” His whisper was almost in disbelief before he engaged the zombie’s lips in a kiss as he went to work on the belt.
“I think it’s your rune, Hanna.” The zombie said between kisses “I’m not sure my body can do this on its own. I feel, like how I feel pain. But I haven’t had moving blood in me presumably since I died.”
His words were swallowed up by a gasp as Hanna’s hands caressed the v-shaped ridges of his pelvic bone peeking from the top of his now opened trousers.
The paranormal investigator kept the touches from his marked hand light as he removed the pants from his companion. He knew that too much touching seemed to cause his friend pain more than pleasure. While Hanna didn’t want to seem ungrateful he was getting a little antsy with Zombie only holding him and not doing much touching. Hanna took one of his partner’s hands from around him and placed it between his thighs. “Touch me, please.” He moaned as he took the other man’s erection in hand.
A swelling of pleasure rose and exploded then the sweet feelings over took the undead man and He leaned into Hanna’s touch. He ran his hand up Hanna’s still clothed erection and stretched the elastic boxer strap down over the red head’s hip, large palms ghosting over soft flesh. His fingers slipped to Hanna’s inner thigh and brushed up the underside of Hanna’s length. The nameless man both felt and saw the shiver pass though his partner. Experimentally He tried it again and Hanna made a breathy sound and pressed his lips harder against the undead man’s. His hand ventured further, stroking the soft red curls at the base of Hanna’s length before taking him fully in hand and stroking gently.
Hanna mewled into the undead man’s mouth. He wanted the other man’s pants off now. He pushed the other man’s pants down. When he couldn’t reach with his hands any more he started using his foot. Once again his progress was halted by his partner’s shoes. Hanna growled in frustration. “Sit up.” He commanded the zombie before he pushed at his shoulder. Unfortunately it was with his marked hand. His breath caught in his chest and he threw his head back in ecstasy. His hips jerked forward seeking more friction on his aching erection.
The zombie barked a surprised noise and curled in on himself as blinding sensation coursed through him. He squeezed Hanna’s member and pressed his face into the pillow beside Hanna’s shoulder.
“Hanna,” he gasped and that petered out into a long quiet moan.
Hanna pulled his hand away from the other man as if he had been burnt. “I’m sorry.” He gasped. He panted trying to ride out the last fizzles of magic. “Sit up. I need to get your shoes off.” He said in a nearly desperate manner.
He nodded his head and did as Hanna told him. He sat back and pulled his canvas shoes off one at a time with care. With Hanna’s help He eased the slacks off his ankles and placed them off to the side. With that done, the nameless man leaned back in, slipping a hand behind Hanna’s head. He tipped it just so and kissed Hanna, open mouthed and passionately. His other hand danced down Hanna’s side, tracing ribs, crossing over a scar pocked chest and to a leg which He hitched up onto his side. He began to roll his hips, grinding with a slow, thoughtful rhythm that he wasn’t even aware He still possessed.
Lapping at the inside of the other man’s mouth Hanna rocked his hips in time to the man on top of him. He clutched the zombie to him, one hand looped over his back. The marked hand was drawing runes with the pads of his fingers along the flesh of the other one’s back, knowing that each rune sent a jolt through the other man’s body. He moaned louder as the rocking and rubbing became more frantic. He felt his orgasm sneaking up on him, “Stop.” He whined breathing heavily. “Stop.”
He again did as He was told. He pushed himself up and looked down at Hanna, a mild look on his face.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asked.
“No. you’re too good.” Hanna panted. “I didn’t want to cum so soon.” He leaned up and placed kisses up the other’s ridged cheek bone. He stopped at the nameless man’s ear. “I wanna suck your cock, Lewis.” He breathed into the waiting ear.
He blinked and his lips parted slightly. The zombie turned to look Hanna in the face and Hanna thought for half a second he saw a touch pink come up his green skin, turning his cheeks a strange brownish hue. Though he didn’t have long to wonder, for when The undead man saw the naughty grin all but curling at the edges, he laid back, pulling Hanna on top of him. His kissed his neck and cheeks, and his fingers played scales up and down Hanna’s spine.
Hanna chuckled as he was pulled on top of the other man. “I guess you like the idea.” He luxuriated in the pampering his lover was giving him. After a few moments he started laying his own set of kisses down the man’s body. He slid down the long lanky body stopping periodically to tease a nipple or run a rune marked hand down the incision marks on his torso. Hanna spread the long legs of the other man and settled between them. He looked over the top of his glasses at his partner as he took the long cock in his hand and licked his way from base to tip. Once his tongue crested the top of the member he took the head in his mouth and sucked softly, all the while running magical sparks up those skinny inner thighs of the nameless man with his fingers.
His chest rose and fell beneath Hanna’s ministrations. He had forgotten this. Forgotten it like his own name. Not the act itself, or how it felt (the former existed as just any other bit of unimportant information to him while the latter was a fuzzy, somehow unmissed memory) but the sense of intimacy. The knowledge that someone would do something so private and personal for another with only that person’s happiness in mind had been buried in the wet grass and mud of peaceful cemeteries and drown out in the honks of late night cabs that shot past him in deserted streets. Lost to him until now. With sparks of magic riding up his thighs, the undead man’s breath came heavier. He hummed approval faintly behind closed lips and his back began to bow up a little as the treatment continued. His forehead wrinkled in concentration as Hanna worked his mouth up and down, sweet pleasure building. Hanna licked the underside of his lover’s member and it seemed that Hanna was conducting the rune’s energy through the flat of his tongue, and if The zombie’s eyes weren’t closed in bliss, He may have looked down to check if, perhaps, the electric bolts of magic were buzzing between Hanna’s tongue and his length.
When Hanna first took his partner’s length in his mouth it had been slightly warm but now, after his attention, the undead man’s cock was body temperature. The redhead took more of the member into his mouth, closing his eyes to concentrate on the feel and slip of hot hard flesh on his tongue. Hanna took a deep breath through his nose and took the rest of his friend into his throat. He felt the other man’s soft stomach bump against his forehead. Opening his eyes and looking up at his lover, Hanna pulled his head back off the cock in his throat to get a full breath. He returned to lapping the head hungrily before bobbing his head up and down on the erection once more.
The zombie audibly groaned, but somehow it retained that composed tone. His long fingers tangled through Hanna’s red hair and He bucked slightly, trying his best not to choke Hanna. He lay against the bare mattress, hands shaking and his eyes fanned open. He gazed up into the ceiling a moment, glowing eyes dimming slightly as they rolled back into his head.
Hanna pulled off. He noticed the sparks of magic trip off his tongue as he pulled away. The young paranormal investigator realized he was channeling his magic through more than just his marked hand. If he could figure out how to do that in the field he’d be the best paranormal investigator ever but that wasn’t important now. He climbed on top of the other man. “How’d I do?” he whispered, laughing a little at the expression he saw on his friends face. Hanna ran his fingertips over the Zombie’s scalp.
The nameless man looked up at Hanna, and audibly swallowed. His breathing calmed and his tense body relaxed beneath his partner. The corner of his mouth twitched upward and Hanna suspected that was as close as the other man could get to a naughty grin.
“Very good, Hanna.” He answered.
He laughed. Hanna was happier than he had been in a long time. Kissing his friend passionately, the red head leaned over the side of the bed for the lotion bottle he had placed there earlier. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you wanna take the next step?” He asked laying soft kisses on his lover’s face.
“With you, I’d like that very much.” He told Hanna, sitting the man back enough to look up at him and placing a large green hand on the red head’s cheek lovingly.
Hanna was taken aback by this comment. No one had ever stuck with Hanna so stalwartly before and now his partner wanted to make love to him not just for the act but because he would be performing the act with Hanna. The young man felt tears prickle his eyes. He buried his face in the zombie’s neck. “Do you want to get me ready or should I do it?” He asked, mumbling into the flesh of the other man’s neck as he pressed the bottle into his lover’s hand looking for anything to distract from what he felt was him being over emotional.
The undead man felt like his heart was melting. He wrapped his long arms around Hanna and pressed his cheek against the top of his head. He was not used to the ardent fondness he felt for Hanna in this moment, but the fact that it was Hanna made it seem natural. When Hanna gave him the bottle He sat up, with Hanna in his lap and looked from him to it with very mild concern.
“I’m not entirely sure what to do.” He said then paused as if worried his next sentence would offend “Can you show me how?”
Hanna wiped his eyes while smiling and chuckling. “Yeah, I can show you.” He said taking the bottle back and opening it. The smaller man kissed the tall man passionately as he took one of those large hands in his. Making quick work of slicking up two fingers Hanna brought his friend’s hand back to his backside. He slid his hand over the top of the other man’s and guided the middle finger between his buttocks. “Start with one finger.” He said pulling away a little but still close enough that his lips brushed his partner’s. “I’ll tell you when you can add another finger or if it’s too dry.” He kissed the undead man quickly. “I’m ready.”
He rubbed his fingers together in an experimental way, the lubricant slipping between them. He digested the slippery feeling of it then reached beneath Hanna. He gingerly pressed his middle finger past the tight ring of muscle, never looking from Hanna’s face. He studied his partner’s expression for any signs of discomfort. By the time he was two knuckles deep, he stopped to let Hanna adjust.
Hanna gasped. “You don’t have to stop. Keep going. I know how much I can take. I’ll tell you if I need a minute.” He didn’t mean to seem so impatient but he was so excited to make love to the man he had been wanting for so long. He leaned his head back and moaned quietly as he sunk further down on that wonderfully long probing finger.
The Zombie cautiously did as Hanna said. His index finger joined the other, scissoring gently. He crooked them slightly and by the coos Hanna was making, the undead man could only assume He was doing well. He moved, stretching his lover while trying his best not to hurt him.
“How am I doing?” He asked.
“G-good. It’s good.” Hanna panted gripping the narrow shoulders of his partner. He leaned his head forward, his forehead resting on the Zombie’s shoulder. He bounced a little on his lover’s fingers searching for that place deep inside that the man had touched only moments ago. “Need more lube.” He panted, pulling himself off the fingers. He pressed his hand flatter against the other man’s skin, riding the aftershock of the spell. As frantic hands reached for the lotion bottle, Hanna leaned up to kiss his partner and he felt supernatural sparks coming off his lips.
The electric shock He felt course through him was wonderful. He held Hanna at his hips, his slickened fingers raised just so off the skin. Hanna reapplied the lubricant swiftly and this time the nameless man laid Hanna on his back and spread his legs gently. He pressed his fingers back in and loomed over his lover.
One hand went up by his head searching for some kind of hand hold. “Press in deeper.” Hanna instructed in a panting breath. “Make sure I’m wet. It hurts when I’m too dry. ” He ran his hand that was pulsing with magical energy along the autopsy scars as he writhed on his partner’s fingers. That spot inside him was touched and he gasped before whining in ecstasy.
He pushed his fingers deep and braced a free hand beside Hanna’s head. The man squirmed and that mixed with the surge of magic made the zombie want, actually lust, for Hanna. It was an emotion He hadn’t felt in more than a decade and He liked it.
“Hanna, please tell me you’re ready.”
“Oh! I’m so ready.” He said grabbing the bottle of lotion and, after squeezing a liberal amount into his unmarked hand, slicked up the zombie’s erection. The small red head spread his legs a little wider, presenting himself to the other man. “Go slow at first.” He coached. “I still might be a little tight… It’s been a while.” He blushed a little at the last part. He couldn’t pinpoint the emotion that caused it. Whether embarrassment that at twenty four he was in the middle of a sexual dry spell or resentment that this wasn’t his first time he couldn’t say. “I want you, Arthur. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life. Like, seriously never.” He said in a breathy yet very serious tone. Lifting his head off the mattress, Hanna’s lips begged for a kiss as he continued to impale himself on his lover’s fingers.
The Zombie curled down to meet him. The kiss was soft and sweet and full of fledgling feelings of affection. He slipped his fingers free and broke the kiss to shuffle forward into position. He gazed at Hanna through warmly glowing eyes.
“I want you as well, Hanna. And I’m certain that, if I could remember,” He bent down to whisper in Hanna’s ear “I would’ve wanted you above anyone else then too.”
He placed a long kiss on Hanna’s jaw, just below his ear, and as He ran his hand over his partner’s cheek and forehead with one hand, the other guided himself into Hanna.
There were those damn tears again. Hanna clutched the other man to him as he once again hid his face against the green neck. He let out a long low moan as he was penetrated. The young man had been right that he wasn’t stretched quiet enough. He gritted his teeth against the pain. He placed his rune inscribed hand flat against the middle of his lover’s back. The surge of mystical energy that ran through him knocked the breath out of his lungs. He couldn’t breathe for a full minute as he threw his head back, mouth open in a silent wail of absolute pleasure. When he finally got his breath back he started rocking his hips desperately against the hardness buried so deep inside him.
“Move!” He was ready to beg. “Please move! Oh!”
The zombie complied cautiously, only inching at first and feelings of pleasure blossomed throughout his frame. He felt more alive in that moment than He believed a dead man could. He moved a little more daringly, rolling his hips into Hanna. The red head beneath him moaned and that spurred him on. He slipped a hand behind Hanna’s head and lifted it to up toward him. He kissed Hanna deeply and clutched him to his scarred form. The angle at which He held Hanna was a little awkward, arms wrapped around the man’s back and almost holding him at a sitting position but be continued to pump.
Hanna lay nearly limp in his lover’s arms. All he felt he could do was moan and pant and kiss the lips presented to him but as he lay there, as he was made love to, the small red head realized that this was the first time he had ever trusted anyone so implicitly. He let out a desperate sob of passion as he pulled himself into the other man’s lap. “I love you! I love you, Bram!” He panted bouncing himself a little harder on his lover’s lap. “I’ve been so scared to trust anyone, to love anyone but you make me feel safe. I’ve never felt safe before.” He pressed his forehead to the other man’s. “Thank you. I love you and I don’t care if you love me as much as I love you because you’ve given me so much more than anyone else.” He knew he was rambling but he didn’t care.
“Hanna,” He panted into Hanna’s ear, cutting Hanna off “How can you say you don’t care? I…care. I want you to care. I…love you and I want the same from you…”
He had developed a fondness for Hanna very shortly after they had met, but that was a sluggish, comfortable affection that was dull and easy. This was fast and passionate and both strange and wonderful. The undead man had never dealt with such strong emotion issuing forth like this before. He laid deeper into Hanna, kissing his ear and neck then when the bliss became too much, he made a thick, decadent sound in the back of his throat and buried his face in Hanna’s shoulder.
“Geoffrey!” Hanna gasped as he writhed beneath the other man. The deeper penetration sent vibrations through every inch of his body. His long skinny arms and legs wrapped around the bigger man. He clung to his lover like any moment he would disappear. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” The red head whispered into the zombie’s ear and rocked harder into the cradle of the other man’s hips. He kissed the strong jaw all the way down to the square chin. Tears were streaming down his face from the overload of emotions and pleasure.
The zombie brushed a red curl over Hanna’s ear and noticing the tears, labored, told him not to cry.
“You set me at ease…when you smile.” He rested his forehead against Hanna’s, and smiled. With the very slightest white glint. A bonafied toothy smile. At least for him.
A smile spread across his face and a chuckle slipped out between moans. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…Aah! Mean to worry you.” He felt himself growing closer and closer to orgasm.
“Kiss me.” He panted. Hanna could feel his magic running through his entire frame. He took his lover’s face in his hands and rode the near constant hum of energy.
He pressed his lips to Hanna’s and the mystic energy exploded through him. His body was racked with pleasure and his hips jerked out of rhythm. He shook and grasped Hanna around the shoulders tightly. He held him in a bear hug, moaning brokenly in the man’s ear. He thrust a few moments longer before being pushed over the edge into a hard, dry orgasm.
It was over whelming. The pleasure; the passion. It was all more than Hanna had ever experienced. He loved being nearly crushed in his friend’s arms. He tried to scream but all that came out was a strangled “Aah!” as he came hard between them. He didn’t realize he had stopped breathing till his lungs burned, aching for lack of oxygen. He nearly passed out as wave after explosive wave of pleasure passed through him.
“Love you.” He gasped once he got his breath back.
“I love you.” He said in return, beginning to sag where He sat. He gently laid Hanna down then lay down beside him. The zombie’s breathing slowed to its normal, below average rate and he gazed as Hanna remained half in dreamland.
Hanna turned his head and smiled at his lover. “That was totally awesome.”He hummed happily. He reached out with the hand that didn’t have a rune drawn on it and touch the prominent check bone. He was careful to keep his inscribed hand out of the way. As it was he could still feel it pulsing with magical energy. “I gotta clean up or this’ll get sticky.” The paranormal investigator pushed himself up into a sitting position on shaky arms. He started to stumble to his feet. He could feel the weakness in his knees.
Hanna felt long thin hands hold him at the elbows, keeping him from toppling over. He looked back to see the undead man holding him up and tenderly leading him to the stall sized bathroom in the apartment. He sat Hanna on the toilet seat and after wetting a wash cloth in the sink, held it out for Hanna to take as he didn’t want to accidentally touch the rune. He stood by, waiting patiently, eyes closed calmly like a meditating Hindu priest.
“Thanks.” He mumbled as he began wiping off his stomach and chest. Hanna scrubbed at his palm. He knew that the sharpie ink wouldn’t come all the way off but he was able to fade it enough so that the magic let off a subtle afterglow rather than an ecstatic charge. He looked at the tall naked man standing close by. This man had given him so much and the small red head was scared things would change now that they had had sex. Nothing ever stayed the same after. Using the strength he had started to regain, he pushed himself up and wobbled over to his lover. Keeping his eyes averted, Hanna swiped away his semen that had gotten on the tall man’s stomach. “Thanks again. That was really good.” He said before tossing the soiled wash cloth in the sink and starting toward the bedroom.
Again, Hanna felt a hand take him gently, this time by his own hand.
“Hanna,” The deep voice called. He came up behind the investigator and turning Hanna’s head just so, the nameless man laid a kiss on Hanna’s lips. When He broke the kiss, He gently guided Hanna out of the bathroom saying: “Let’s put you to bed.”
Hanna chuckled. That one simple kiss had put his mind at ease. No other man had ever kissed him afterwards. “Wasn’t this how it all started?” He asked allowing himself to be lead. “And look! The sun’s coming up! I told you I’d stay up with you.” He laughed and leaned his head against the slowly cooling flesh of the zombie.
He noted the rays of yellow sunlight coming in through that impossibly tiny window and crossed in front of Hanna to retrieve his slacks. He pulled them up and on, turned away from the red head. Hanna observed the nine clinically stitched, long forgotten wounds criss crossing his back. The nameless man turned to Hanna, the glow of his eyes complimenting the sun rays infiltrating the dark apartment.
“You did, didn’t you. Then good morning, Hanna. Should I make you breakfast now?”
Hanna stood on the balls of his feet so he could wrap his arms around the tall man’s shoulders. He laughed as he pulled the other man backwards till they both tumbled backwards onto the bed. “I think I’ll remind you what brunch is later.” He said after letting out a soft “Oof” when he hit the mattress. He liked the feel of the bigger man on top of him. He yawned and looked up a little shyly at his lover. “I’m gonna go to sleep but you don’t need to stay with me if you don’t want to.”
The zombie didn’t reply; just ran a hand through Hanna’s hair and continued to hold him.
The red head smiled widely. He snuggled up close to the other man and kicked spastically at the blankets till he could get a good hold on them and pulled them over their bodies. Hanna buried his face in the skinny chest of his lover and whispered.”I meant what I said back there. I really do love you. You know that right?” he ran nervous fingers down stitched flesh.
He looked down at the top of Hanna’s head and said “I know,” mildly. Sun rays began to creep up the walls. “I suppose saying ‘ditto’ would cheapen the moment, though, wouldn’t it?”
Hanna rolled the both of them over onto their sides. He held his lovers face in his hands and laughed very happily. “I get it, like ‘Ghost’. Hey, does that make me Demi Moore? No fair!” he slid his lips over the other man’s. “I would like it if you said it, though.”
In truth, He had only a vague idea about Hanna was talking about and it wasn’t his intention, but all the same it added to Hanna’s charm. He looked deeply into Hanna’s eyes and watched how the gaining sunlight made them shine.
“I love you, Hanna. Very much.”
“Love you, too.” He smiled and wrapped himself around the skinny form of the other man. Hanna yawned, closed his eyes and mumbled ”Good morning.” Before he fell into a very happy sleep.
“Goodnight.” He replied and was content in watching Hanna sleep.