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It's always been the two of them. As long as either of them care to remember.
They met after the plague, the zombie taking his chance to get some spare parts, and his soon to be vampire soulmate getting a quick snack. Frank had always had a dark obsession with him, from the first time back then, seeing the man hunched over a corpse as it grow paler and paler, blood that leaked out of his mouth splattering onto his and the corpses button up shirts. They went back to Gerards home, dead grass and overgrown shrubs concealing the deteriorating Victorian home, the inside smelling stale and leaving an iron taste on his tongue. Later he would get more of the taste as the other held a chalice to his mouth, the heavy and viscus red substance pouring down his throat, forever staining him, and he knew there was no one else for him. They started their morning in the kitchen, bright moonlight lighting up the porcelain plates and polished silverware sat in front of the two men. Frank digging in their chest freezer, letting out an "Ah ha!" when he pulls out a long linen wrapped item from it, leaving a stain on their freshly bleached tablecloth where it got sat. Frank spins around and grabs a curved needle and thick thread sitting next to each other, and startles when his vampire wraps their icy arms around his waist, resting their chin on the smallers shoulder, he asks, "Need help, honey?" holding back a chuckle at the others struggles. Gerard pushes Frank to sit on the chair closest to them, then lowers herself to the ground, knees already aching from the night before, and grasps the bloody stump that made up Franks left arm. Gerard tightly squeezes the pale, blue flesh, eyeing the joint of his arm and how delicately it gets framed with ligaments and purple hued veins, she can't help but lick her lips, bringing her hand back to her before slipping the blood covered index and middle digit into her drooling mouth. They look through their lashes, and slip the fingers further and further, gagging lightly when she reaches her throat, and sucks their cheeks in as she removes the fingers just as quickly, before getting back to the task at hand. The dark toned flesh wrapped in linen is removed and thoroughly inspected by Gerard as she moves the wrist up and down, noisily cracking the finger joints, laughing as she does so. Handing, 'ha-ha get it Frank? HANDING?', the arm to Frank to give the final OK, and has him hold it to the empty spot on him, and she starts to stitch him back together. After nearly 100 running stiches, Gerard lowers their head to snap the tread, before leaving a gentle peck to the last stitch. Frank lets out a breathy laugh, shifting his legs to try and conceal his hardening length, he used to hate needles and the process of putting himself back together, but recently he has been getting... excited during it. He lets himself get pulled up by the new forearm, grimacing at the feeling of being pulled back apart, but can't stay mad at the other for too long, because he is stopped in the living room. Surrounded by paintings they've collected throughout the years and many of Gerards own art, the old rug bringing a familiar comfort before he is scooped into a dance with his lover, Sinatra serenading them as they twirl. Frank dips Gerard low to the ground, letting his other arm caress her waist and the small cub adorning her, he is once again reminded of how easy it was to give up his heart to her. .... Later that night, with the dawn starting to break free from the sky, Gerard leads Frank to their dining room, Gerard having just finished cleaning up after the mornings mess. They stop walking and tell Frank to sit, unhooking their hands from each other's, and peeking over her shoulder to check Frank hadn't taken his mismatched hands away from his eyes. She sets an antiqued wine glass in front of his still covered face, giggling at how he jumped out of (not his) skin when she popped the cork of their vintage white, pouring a healthy amount into both of their glasses. Frank sighs dramatically at how long he has to wait but stops short when he hears a heavy dish being sat between them, then he is finally allowed to look, and sees a silver covered dish. When Gerard gets her fill of Franks disappointment and impatience, she rolls her eyes and flings the lid off, letting it sail through the air and clank against the wall it hit, falling to the ground and humming until it stopped moving. Frank was amazed by what he saw on the platter before him, it was a torso, its limbs looked like they had been half-heartedly hacked off, with sharp bones and fragments poking out, but what made him let out a belly laugh, was the gaudy tattoo on its chest. He pictured the man who had that, his rough voice cut through his mind, how he had screamed obscenities about them and their relationship, not a lot of people could say that they new a zombie & vampire gay couple before, but that fact didn't cool off the hate that had been reignited. Gerard smiled at him, a true smile, she didn't try and hide her small fangs, stretching her smile across her cheeks until it had to become painful, but she couldn't care less. Their lover appreciated her gift, and she loved that she was able to give it to him, the man's screams echoed in her mind, making her smile widen impossibly larger. Frank snapped out of his train of thought and jumped up to bundle Gerard in his arms, lifting her off the gound and spinning them both, repeating "Thank you! Thank you!" until they both couldn't take the dizziness anymore. "Shall we dig in?" Gerard asks, her gaze turning dark in an instant as they take their seat, crossing one leg over the other, taking a large mouthful of her wine. Frank was a gentleman, everyone knew it, so he made sure his lady would eat her fill first, she put in the work anyway! Grasping a kitchen knife, he briefly sharpened it until he was satisfied, and started cutting into the man, dragging it down his torso, letting his flesh fall on either side of the ribcage, exposing the delicate organs hidden beneath. Gerard bats her eyelashes, not trying to hide her blush when Frank slams the handle of the knife against the ribcage, wiggles his hands in, and snatches out the lukewarm liver. His hand, with blood pooling at his palms and rushing down his patchwork skin, holds up the organ to his partners face, biting his lip until blood drew when she lightly bit the liver, her teeth barely impaling, until she suddenly snaps her jaw down, pulling against him animalistically as they work to rip her piece from its sinewy confines. As she chomps down, Frank can't hold back from getting a taste, and rips off his share from the large, slightly scarred appendage. Gerard can never make up her mind as to what organ she likes the most, so she eagerly reaches into the cavity herself, letting out a triumphant noise as she snaps out both kidneys handing one to Frank, she links their arms through each other's, leaning in as she swallows down the small tissue, Frank doing the same. After they eat as much as they can, the chest only having some fat and the heart they both ignore, they move onto the lounge, leaning into each other as they sit on the velvety loveseat. "I love you." Frank states, face shoved in the greasy locks of hair that belonged to his lover, who replies with, "Thats nice," They lean back onto Franks chest, her hazel eyes meeting the everchanging eyes of the other, "But I love you more." Frank groans, letting his forehead meet hers, "No, no, no... I love YOU more!" He raises his voice. "Is that so?" "Correct." "Well," She starts "I love you THIS much!" she jumps off chest, reaching out her arms to either side as far as she could reach. "Haha, that's cute. Because I love you this much!" He also jumps up, but takes Gerard by surprise as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a pocket knife, and slicing across his chest, Gerard's eyes widen as the precious blood spills across the immaculately kept hardwood floors, and watches as Frank struggles for a moment, before pulling out something from his chest. His own heart, one that had ever been swapped, was held out before them, looking giddy as Gerard reaches out to grasp it, Gerard hasn't felt something so piping hot before, leaning down to press a kiss to her offering. The sweet blood coated her lips, like no other lipstick could ever replicate, and shortens the gap between them, leaning down to shove her lips against his, Frank letting out a groan as his own warm blood invaded his mouth, the iron and the unique taste of Gerard quickly becoming his favorite taste. Gerard was, not surprisingly, not one who could be out dramatized, not breaking the kiss, she lets her sharp nails pierce her skin, ripping out her own heart. They break the kiss to look down, their length growing harder seeing both of their flesh being so close to each other, Frank grabs her wrist to pull it to him, licking a long stripe across her offering, letting out a moan at the wonderful flavor exploding on his tongue. He grabs her own heart, starting to shove it in his own incision, his chest growing warmer as she makes herself a part of him forever. Gerard's knees go weak at the gesture, falling to the floor, Frank repeats the action with his own heart. The feeling of her lover so deep inside of her, like no one else could ever beat, guided her hands to the button on Franks slacks, pulling them down the second they were undone. She reaches into his boxers, wrapping her larger hand around his growing cock, rubbing him from base to tip, she sucks the tip into their mouth, the taste of his precum mixing with both of their blood surrounding her. She continues to stroke him up and down, as she works to take more and more of him, before he kisses the back of her throat, letting out a loud moan, Frank begs her to slow down, "I can't last much long-g-er!" He groans, finishing directly to her esophagus, not letting her get a final taste of him. Gerard can't help but touch herself, taking advantage of what she has and grinds against Franks leather shoes, her whole-body jerking as Frank shoves his ring and middle finger onto her tonuge, wiping off the excess gore covering them onto her. She follows his hands as they leave her, rushing forward to lick and suck on the stained cotton adorning Frank. She finishes quickly, and Frank drags her up and onto the loveseat, going to fetch clean clothes for the both of them, and coming back with a wet rag to wash her off. She grabs his hand, pulling it to her and kissing each knuckle, humming as Frank brushes hair off her forehead and smacks a kiss there. "I love you." She whispers, "I love you too, but please don't start this again."