have you ever tasted love like this?

[cadaverdaddy]

Who: thecorpsedaddy and break_xerxes
When: backdated to 14 February, during the pheromones.
Where: the trainstation
Summary: … two pheromone effected creepers, near the center of the effect… this train is only going one way.
Warnings: Almost!porn. Heavy make outs and groping. Weird conversation… maybe things to do with certain eyesockets.

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[break_xerxes]

Break had already been out on his date today, well, I say date but what I really mean is prank. Pleased with the outcome of such, he was meandering home, through the underground and into the subway, it was, after all, a place he'd walked many a time before, and so didn't have to worry about getting himself lost or having an accident by means of falling. Listening to voices, so to know when to side step out of peoples way, or so not to walking straight into them. Break was also using his cane, swinging it now and then and whistling as he walked, so that people would both see and hear him coming, move out of his way or so be bonked on the head by that whirling cane.

It was then, while walking in such a cocksure way, that someone in such a hurry, happened to knock that walking aid that doubled as a sword straight out of his hands! The alarm on Breaks face mush have been apparent, as he widened his eye and slowly considered what to do another manic civilian crashed into him, this time knocking Break to the floor. Hands, paring the

[cadaverdaddy]

Undertaker was delighting in all the wonderful running and oddly panicking people far too much to notice the familiar form that struggled across the floor. Yes, what an odd mania, one that left people dashing, but not in fear. In fact, it seemed like they were running toward one another, from which those who were unaffected fled. A giggle wiggled its way between his lips as a long finger tapped his lips. He could feel the bounce of his laugh sliding through his form, and a little wetness coming to his lips, dribbling just barely from the corner of his mouth

[break_xerxes]

Soon as the deathly cold hands graced his face, Break felt the most odd sensation flood over him. His knees (though he was already on them) grew weak, trembled even, causing him to slump forwards some. A warmth crossed his face like the heated tips of a paintbrush, it was all so queer to him. Gasping slightly, drawing his head back and turning it away from Undertaker... he didn't want him to see his face like... like whoever it happened to look, flushed was the most logical idea he thought.

"I ... don't quite feel myself." That hand, it slipped to grip Undertakers bone like knee, using to to bring himself back to a straight kneeling position. He had no idea of what was going on, or of how the pedestrians were running to embrace one another... all he knew was that touching Undertaker's leg like that and having digits on his face, felt, well.. it felt rather good.

[cadaverdaddy]

Oh, my. What a nice color. Just like when Undertaker ran said brush over the pale man's face to give it an illusion of life. Yes, that pretty wonderful color. There was a strange little desire that made his breathing catch just slightly, his fingers running through the white hair. Yes, he knew every inch of this body now, as it had rested on his table in death. And here it was again, alive and... was that quivering?

When the man righted himself with the help of his knee, Undertaker's hands shifted back to that face. There was a growing knot in the man's stomach, similar to the ones he got when a new and unknown bag rolled into his basement. Something enticing to be touched and prodded at, to be struck open and explored. His grin widened at the thought, no, at the memories. "You don't look quite yourself either," came a whispering coo as Undertaker tipped his shoulders down, twisting so that he might see that face again. "Such a marvelous color you are."