I jerk instinctively, still moaning as he bites down harder but sending confusing surges of pleasure from his insides tightening on my member. He presses it deeper inside of him as he releases more virus into my bloodstream. I drool a little and almost cum but then he pulls back panting and feral as he smooths his tongue over my torso gnawing my chest a little. 

I shiver as he goes over the nipple and then traces careful claws on my waist. 

I bite my lip as a moan escapes. He’s still relentlessly moving up and down and I can tell he’s purposefully not letting me get too close to the edge. I imagine he’s wanting this to last considering how long he’s waited for it. 

“Let me bite you.” I breathe out trying to rise up on an elbow. 

He nods, “Relax.” I hesitate seeing he’s close so I lay back and watch as he closes his eyes focusing on pushing himself up over the edge. The faces he’s making cause a surge in my arousal and urge to bite. He grits his teeth oozing pleasure then I feel him double over cuming on me. 

I rub my face against his face and he tenses but I don’t immediately bite so that he finishes riding out the orgasm in peace. I barely wait for him to look up before I open my mouth. He shoves his shoulder into it and I bite down, feeling the virus rush out of me and he tightens. My dick can’t handle it. I lift my leg, purposefully pressing all the way into him as I ejaculate. He tenses again and I hear him moaning and tensing as I roll over so we’re on our sides. 

He’s arching his back moaning and crying as I apparently caused him to cum again pinned against my teeth and dick. I tremble in orgasmic pleasure grinding even though it’s too sensitive, it feels amazing and he’s making such deliciously pathetic noises. I curl forcing it somehow deeper and he grabs at my chest then shoulders letting out a shuddering breath. 

I tremble and slowly, slowly feel the effect of all this on my ribs. I wait until it becomes a dull ache. I think I could go again but I’m not sure he can handle it so I move slowly at first intending to increase the pace if he loosens up a little. 

He lets out a soft, “What are you doing?” I very gently press on his lower back and he muffles himself in my neck. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I say around his shoulder refusing to let go, but going still waiting and then he shakes his head no. 

So, I lay there grinding him into oblivion as I gnaw at his shoulder. His breath is shaky and he tightens and loosens, his arms don’t know what to do so he strokes my chest, neck, hair, he touches my hip once, causing me to buck and him to yelp, he avoids touching it after that. 

My lust slowly simmers out replacing it with something more confusing. Hunger. I listen to the small prey like noises still emitting from his mouth as I’ve got him thoroughly pinned. I smell blood and my mouth is full of it, I feel my stomach gurgle and he sighs. I look up as he pats me. I don’t want to open my eyes, everything feels so good. I feel his tongue lips and sharp teeth playing with what’s in reach. I feel another pat as he whines. I open an eye. He looks exhausted but happy. 

I open another eye and look at what I’ve been doing to him. I open my mouth feeling my teeth leave the mutilated mess of his shoulder. 

“Lick it.” He growls, pressing into me again. I don’t know how to react or what to do so I obey. 

‘This is my first time having zombie sex after all so I assume he’d know what to do.’ He relaxes against me again and I feel my dick softening. As I lick the wound I struggle with the hunger I’m feeling. He doesn't seem bothered by it. Nuzzling into me. 

“I want to stop the bleeding,” I say in human and he doesn’t even look reaching out to the bedside table. He opens a drawer and pulls out bandages. I watch him place some pads down on the tooth made holes and then bandage it. He secures them and lays against me again. Silent and unmoving other than the simulation of breathing. I hold him and after a while get worried I rub his back nuzzling him. He looks up and his eyes are brimming in tears. 

“I’m so happy.” He growls. I smile a little relieved, I was worried I went too far at the end. My ribs are screaming and I want to roll back over. 

He reaches down, “I suppose I should go clean up.” He lifts off of me and moves slowly and carefully to the bathroom. After a while I hear the toilet flush. I roll onto my back and catch my breath. I mess with my teeth and think about the new urges I’m feeling. 

He doesn’t take too long washing his hands but by the time he comes out I was spiraling and I lift my arms for him to return. This makes him brighten and he hurries over with a damp washcloth. I smile as he cleans me off, gently and thoroughly and then goes over to the phone. 

He presses a few buttons and the person on the other end picks up. 

“Whaddaya want?!” The sounds of a bustling kitchen reach my ears as he growls into the speaker. After a long annoyed sigh I hear them snap for someone to translate. 

There’s a brief argument where the zombie infected worker snarls, “What do you think they want?! Don’t bother me, I'm having a bad day.”

“You’re always having a bad day!”

“Well you just made it worse, he wants human meat imbecile!”

“You’re getting whatever we have, it’s busy!” The person on the phone snaps and hangs up. 

I watch as the zombie stretches luxuriously, walking back over with a slight change in gait.

“How are you feeling?” I worry, “Are you sore?”

The zombie makes the ‘a little’ sign with their hand but has the biggest grin as they curl up against me and snuggle. I smile a little as they start doing the zombie equivalent of purring, touching me seemingly randomly as though making sure I’m real. 

Zero opens his eyes and that possessiveness shines through so strongly I know I should probably start shaping the dynamic of our situationship before it gets too out of hand. I think about how I’ll do that. In every interaction he’s been pushy unless he’s worried I’m hurt. Not to mention while he was human, or at least still human looking he stalked me quite often. 

I trace the scars all over him absentmindedly as I think about it, I push on him so he twists showing me the recent wounds, the one he received fighting another zombie to save me. They’re scars now. I lean forward and brush my lips over them causing him to shiver growling inquisitively. He looks at the bite marks I’ve received, not from him. 

Moving my hair he touches the back of my neck and I flinch. I see the zombie urge to attack flicker across his face but quickly replaced by concern. He tries to touch the scarred front of my neck and I grab his hand, adrenaline causing my veins to pulse that dark blue almost black my vision wavers. 

“I haven’t recovered from that.” I feel my throat tighten.

“Traumatized?” He asks, tilting his head.

I shudder and nod.

The door opens and I startle quickly covering myself with the blanket and wrapping what I could around zero who turns to watch the terrified human dropping off  “food.” The human looks at the naked scar covered back of the grey zombie and then meets my eyes. It doesn’t take long for them to put down the food and glance at my partially exposed state of undress as well before leaving. 

Zero snorts and goes to grab the meat. I feel that hunger from before surge up enough to get me upright. The zombie is more than happy to help feed me. He smiles as he peels off cooked bite sized pieces of meat and puts it in my open mouth. 

I’m in a half-shifted state. It’s too good. I turn my head away after a moment. He looks at me for a long time then bites into the sizable chunk eating it while glancing at me. 

“You okay?” He asks me through a mouthful. I nod but it’s complicated. “Do you want to…talk about it?”

I blink not fully expecting that from someone like Zero. ‘Someone like him? I don’t even know him.’ 

“It’s too soon.” I say honestly.

Zero adjusts and glances at my ribs and whines, “Even if it feels wrong, you need to eat more, to help you heal.” He scoots closer, “You aren’t doing anything that you can control. You have to, or you could get sick.” I can see he doesn’t want to say 'die.'

I hold up a hand and focus on breathing to calm myself, “I will, I just need breaks in between so I can come to terms with it.” 

He nods and takes another big bite looking guilty now though. Even turning away from me a little to continue devouring human flesh. I don't want him to be ashamed. I pull off a piece and work on it for a while so he relaxing. "Why is it so good?" I complain and he grins. "Wait until you get to infect a human." He looks wistful. "Spreading the virus feels awesome." 

I touch my neck and then wonder how long until he’d have bitten me to turn me or something like that if the accident didn’t happen. I can see his eyes lose focus as he seems to relive the memory of my neck. According to the boss he was inconsolable. 

To my surprise he shakily asks, "Is that hug still available?" 

“It’s not your fault.” I try to soothe him but he tears up. I open my arms quickly.

He wraps his arms around me and starts bawling. Despite it hurting I hug him tightly, leaning against the backrest. He ugly cries gripping hangfuls of the blankets. I didn’t realize this was bothering him at all. 

Feeling like opening up I start talking. “I never wanted to be a zombie.” I whisper to him. “I hate how much it’s changed me already. I hate not having a heartbeat most of the time and the snarling and urges to bite.” I chuckle humorlessly, “I hate the loss of control over so many things and that I have to eat human meat.” I lower my voice, “I wish I wasn’t here.” 

I think about my stupid boring job and long to wake up for work tomorrow. “I hate that this is somehow my parents’ divorce’s fault.” I struggle with the venom in my voice, “I’d never have had that stupid job if they just stayed together.”

“Then you would have never met me.” He leans back and I tilt my head at him. I couldn’t say that part of me wish I never met him, it’d break his heart. He seems to realize it though as he croaks, “Then I would have never met you.” He bares his teeth, “I might not mean anything to you but you meant everything to me.” He shoves me away and I wince, grabbing my ribs tilting my head back to hiss through the pain. He immediately regrets it. 

He looks around our “prison” and then whimpers, “I’m sorry.” He puts his head on my lap. “I’m sorry I didn’t think that would hurt you.” I hold my chest and shiver with a nod not looking at him. He whines pathetically until I look at him. “Please.” He says and I reach for his head patting it. 

“It’s fine, it's stopped hurting now.”

“Please need me.” He grabs my hand, holding it. 

I don’t want to hurt his feelings again, “I guess…what you did saving my life, if I was working somewhere else I might be zombie chow or part of the herd by now.” I look at him fully, “If I didn’t meet you.” 

He trembles. Then eyes flicking down he seems to remember more about that day, “I went back for you to keep you safe and you were on the roof.”

“Yes?”

“You saved your coworker.”

“Well not saved, he got infected as one of the hoard.” 

I see him bare his teeth before continuing with a straight face, “Did you like him?”

I actually scoff and he brightens only for it to fade as I go, “I’m not attracted to the super jealous, possessive type.” 

His expression changes to terror and he turns away completely, “I’m not jealous,” he lies obviously “I, I was just curious.”

“Madly in love,” I push it, “practically soul-mates.”

He trembles, “Not possessive but,” he turns back a little, eyes watery, “Could you ever love me like that?” He turns away again quickly and chokes on the tears, “Madly?”

I start to feel a little bad as far as I know I’m the only person he’s ever loved and may not be handling this as delicately as I should. 

“Of course.” I whisper. 

He’s still trembling like a leaf. I see a brief window to get this back under control. 

“Come here.” I growl a bit too aggressively but he looks back shocked and then crawls under my chin pressing the top of his head under it and whimpering placatingly. 

“Don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad but I do need to tell you something important about me.”

He whines.

“You stalked me, you should know this.”

He growls looking like he wants to pitch a fit. “No..?”

“I like you.” I realize I really do find him cute and amusing if not downright terrifying sometimes, “But you know I also like a lot of other people all at the same time.”

He groans and nods finally.

“Are you going to be as bad as the people here and try to control or change me?”

This makes him go still and quiet. “You’ll be miserable?”

“You already knew how I was, did you daydream that I’d stop that and only see you after we got together?”

He nods and makes embarrassed circles with his fingers, “But no one is like me and I’m all you need, forever?”

I force him to look at me and despite wanting to be kind about this keep a firm expression. “You are very unique.” I struggle how to explain it. “If you can tolerate it I will be happier.”

“I don’t want to!” His eyes blaze.

I sigh and turn away from him. 

He tries whimpering and begging and then getting up to move into my eyesight only for me to turn my head the other way. I startle as he throws himself down on the bed and covers his head.

“Can you try to understand it from my point of view?” I sigh eventually. He shakes his head no and I give up for now. Laying down I wonder if he’ll attack me out of anger. I glance at him crying and decide probably not. I hold my tongue and think of something less biting to say. “Well you’re going to have to try if you want me to keep enjoying being with you.” I say quietly. He looks up and I smirk thinking of something. “If you say you’ll at least try I’ll let you snuggle with me.”

He pouts obviously thinking and then creeps forwards, “I can…as long as you promise to come back to sleep with me every night.”

“No, but that’s better.” I encourage. 

He looks distraught, chin falling against his chest. “But I hate being alone.”