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The cold metal was difficult against Kevin's back like a slab of meat hurled onto a board, suffice to say he was tied. A miracle that he still had his conscious as the eager burying of hunger made him buckle against the ropes, He had little to no control over his body, a dread in his system as he awaits for his fruitless death.
While José's breath is quiet in fear, his eyes trained as he grips the cold and unforgiving rifle in his hand. He grits his teeth, the sight of Kevin deteriorating into the same sick disease made him want to throw up. José would've rather it been himself.
His voice feigns confidence- his mouth a tight lipped line.
"I'm sorry, Kevin, if you can still understand the situation we are headed."
The sound of a voice, Kevin's gaze hardens slightly at the rifle, but he doesn't flinch or show any fear, He grumbled a word barely a whisper that can be understood, yet it carries a world of emotion. His pale eyes lock onto José's, a mix of understanding and sadness flickering within them a *solace*.
But José could only pinch his lips with a gruff sadness, face reddening from the swing of emotion. That gaze that rested on the riffle, the sluggish motion, Kevin's slurred and garbled words. "I'm really sorry." He apologizes again, fingers trembling against the weapon. "I'm so sorry." He examines those eyes, breath hitching. He knows Kevin has lost most rationality and consciousness, but can still see some left in him. Kevin wasn't entirely lost yet.
In a sigh of defeat, he puts the riffle back down. "I love you Kevin, I said I would forever. I wish I didn't have to see you like this." He cleans the riffle slowly, lip trembling as he tries to keep his composure, knowing he can't see Kevin, but can hear the chains clatter on the garage floor. As Kevin's chains clanked softly as he shifted his weight, the rough scraping concrete floor beneath him send shivers up his spine. He continued, his voice barely audible as he let out little squirms and gasps. He tried to move closer unknowingly of hunger or comfort, but the chains rattled loudly, causing him to pause.
José looks at him again, the confusion consuming Kevin. He sighs, pulling the medical gloves out of his pocket and sliding them on his hands. He walks over, but stops when the proximity becomes too much of a burden. He crouches down, lips pursed. If he reached out his arm, he could touch Kevin with his fingertips, but it was far too risky. He whispers softly. "You know, you said we could cut the poison out. Those damn nobles taking all those antibiotics..." His frustration churning into mourning. As Kevin's head shook slowly, feeling the weight of the chains pull at his neck and shoulders. He tried to speak, but his words came out garbled and slow. As every passing second the grumble of hunger made him feel less and less human. He tried to turn his head to look at Jose, a fruitless attempt to bite at him. But the chains prevented him from moving too much.
Though José flinched at the attempt, and his eyes widen. The way Kevin's teeth were coated in saliva, the way his tongue eagerly slid over his teeth. It made him feel a sense of urgency. The way he relied on the chains for safety made him feel nauseated to his stomsch, then again, going down with Kevin wouldn't be such a bad way to go. He contemplates getting closer, missing the way their skin would meet. In the end, José would get his lover back, and Kevin would eat.
He thinks, sitting on his haunches.
"You're hungry." He sighs.
Only then Kevin looked into José's eyes, hoping he could convey the sincerity he felt. He closed his eyes, trying to will the hunger away, but it was no use, his gaze full of longing and need a crave for flesh. And José's trembling hand reaches to gently hold Kevin's knee caringly, as the constraints wouldn't let Kevin gnaw at him. His fingers shake horridly, and he knows he's getting too bold being this close to a zombie- even if it was Kevin.
"I could kill you. Or give in to you now. Or slowly cut part of myself off everyday so you live... But to see you this way." He humorlessly laughs. "Proves god *really is* dead."
José moves to sit a little closer, but not enough to endanger himself too badly. He can't help it, he wants to wrap his arms around him- but the chance of turning as well was a risk he was almost willing to take. He gently holds Kevin's hand, slightly afraid Kevin would trap it and bite him, but José's grip was iron. "Sweetheart, I wish I knew what you would do in my shoes..."
He places a soft kiss to Kevin's knuckles, knowing Kevin was struggling against this fate he was pursuing. His heart aches badly, but he gently gets more daring, treating Kevin like a beloved pipe-bomb.
With a small waver of his eyes, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a scalpel, eyes trained on Kevin.
He looks back down at his arm, letting go of Kevin. If he feeds Kevin now- there's a higher chance that...
He discards the scalpel, reaching for Kevin with the ache of dead romance plaguing his soul.
Yet clank of the metal only alerted Kevin as his vision pales, his stomach churn with hunger. His hands grasp at Jose's scratching for anything that can treat his starvation, His skin bruised at the chains as he struggles.
José hands panting with slight fear and contentment. He can see the impending starvation that was ravishing Kevin's body, so much so, it was deteriorating his brain and senses. With a shaky hand, José does the unthinkable and drops the arm shackles, keeping the neck one intact until he truly decided what to do.
He squeezes his hands tightly. "If I can't be with you in the human way, then we will be together in the infected way..."
And At an instinct Kevin Immediately grabbed for José The arousing smell made him desperate, desperately needing the taste of flesh to slake the insatiable hunger that raged within him. Yet at the chain on his neck he can only do so much gnawing at squirms to reach for Jose's flesh.
Though José puts his hand on Kevin's shoulder, the feeling of the hands grabbing him hungrily and scraping at his flesh was annoying yet expected. "Have some patience, I'm deciding..." He has insight on just how painful it would be to be eaten alive. The burning feeling in his stomach, he sits on Kevin's lap, straddling in, holding his hand around Kevin's neck so he can't bite him just yet.
"Soon, just be patient..." José takes off the elastic gloves and tosses them to the side. His body quivers in slight fear, yet he wanted this. He wanted Kevin to gnaw at his body, take every part of him, understand his love for him. The sickness was already infecting José's brain metaphorically.
He'd be a martyr to deny that he didn't want this even before the apocalypse...
Kevin gasp eagerly. At the lingering scent of flesh Infront of him. He struggled to control himself, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into José. Slightly choking on the process as he struggles against both the chain and Jose's hand and only then once José hears the choke, his hand instinctively moves, trying not to suffocate Kevin. Normally, he'd find it attractive, but right now nothing was really amusing to Jose. He gently brushes his fingers against Kevin's cheek, watching those teeth snap at his hand, the saliva in the corner of his lips. His croons and groans, animalistic in all nature made his bones cold. He lets go of Kevin's neck, and holding his breath, unclips the neck shackle.
And lets madness reign free.
And Kevin opens his mouth wide, the feeling of the burning shackles removed his fangs bared as he lunges forward, attacking José's neck without a second thought, moaning and arching his back as he tasted José's blood for the first time. It was sweet and warm, and he couldn't get enough of it. He bit down harder, feeling the warmth spread through his body. As he desperately clung his hands onto Jose's Head and José's instincts immediately kick in and he grabs Kevin's neck again, reeling in the tearing of flesh. The blood welling and seeping down his body. He snarls, biting his own cheek. He clasps onto Kevin's wrists, forehead smashing into his. This hurt a lot, but to be with Kevin...It all felt *worth* it. He could taste the metallic tang in the air, he could feel his insides burning with pain and pleasure. Was this the ending he'd been longing for? Did he make the right decision?
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