The Perfect Kill Interrupted

    Justin crawled through the air vent, his already grimy sweatshirt getting dusty from the years of dirty air passing through this old piece of shit. He knew that the survivors were going to have to go through the room on the other side of his hiding spot. It was perfect. He was going to get them, slash up their bodies, rip pieces of flesh from their faces, kill them all. He crouched low in the vent, barely able to see the next room that he would burst into, but he could hear the muffled sound of gunfire, screams of surprise. It made him happy that he’d be the one to  scare the pants off of all of them, be swift, deadly. The air in the vent was close and made Justin feel claustrophobic. It was hard to breathe.

    He chewed on his right wrist nervously, teeth shredding the dark blue fabric secured by silvery sticky duct tape. He watched the dark little room, eyes flickering back and forth, watchful. The minutes passed by like hours, just laying there, lethargic, listening to the sounds of bullets tearing into dumb flesh, little grunts and shufflings. Then there was a noise behind him, a scraping growling sound. Justin turned, a difficult and awkward endeavour in the tight crawl space. A survivor? No, it couldn’t be the smell wasn’t human. He finally managed to turn all the way around and came face to face with a long lost comrade.

    “What the - Frank?” The named man looked behind him, having replaced the grate back carefully.

    “What the hell? Justin. Wow, it’s been far too long man! I thought you were long dead. I thought I saw you die weeks ago. I was so depressed about it.” Justin clamped a hand over his friend’s fang-toothed mouth putting a finger to his lips.

    “Shhhhh! They’re close…..” He whispered, jabbing a sharp nail over his shoulder. Justin locked gazes with his old friend.

    “Besides, this is MY hiding spot. There isn’t enough room here for both of us, pal.” Frank’s face dropped a little. He was excited to see his old friend, but he didn’t expect this childish squabbling to flare up.

    “For your information, I only opened this grate because the place looked empty, ok, so don’t blame me.”

    “Well, go find somewhere else to hide. This spot’s taken.”

    “If you’re going to be like that then maybe I’ll stay just to spite you!”  Frank hissed. Justin shot daggers at him. They both crouched there unmoving, not speaking, locked in a mental standoff, the background noise of ambient gunfire and screams reaching their ears. Then the scuffle started, both battling for space in the cramped vent,  bodies pressed together, trying to one-up the other, a battle of strength, teeth bared, claws raised, slashing open the matching blue sweatshirts, leaving each other’s cargo pants in shreds. As they both realized that they were equally matched the evil cackle of a Jockey broke the silence, howling maniacally a few rooms over. They could hear the four survivors yell, a spray of gunfire. Frank had somehow ended up between Justin’s legs, a hand clamped over his mouth.

    “Shhhh! They’ll hear us.” Justin stilled, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He feared getting caught, destroying his cover, his big chance at killing those living bastards. But he also couldn’t deny the precarious situation he was in currently, his best friend lying between his legs in such a cramped space. He felt Frank shift above him something hard and warm pressed against his inner thigh, making him jump in surprise.

    “What’s gotten into you all of a sudden? You‘re gonna blow our cover.”

    “Nothing.” Justin said, voice muffled behind Frank’s hand. He shifted his hips and Frank let out a low moan, hand sliding from his friend’s lips, panting. He pushed his hips down against Justin’s, mouth working open in a toothy grin.

    “You found out my secret.” He chided, nuzzling into the dead flesh of his friend’s neck. Justin let out a sigh, fingers clutching at Frank’s shredded blue sweatshirt. He never knew that something like this was still possible with the likes of them. He had been changed months ago and had such a time adjusting to his new lifestyle that he never even considered arousal as a possibility. He was too busy trying to stay alive, trying to stave off hunger, trying to just survive.

    He had met up with his friend a few weeks later, their friendship rekindling before they had lost contact. Justin didn’t know if he would ever see Frank again. But here he was, trapped in a grungy air vent with the dead man, their little scuffle practically escalating into a full-on make-out session. Justin would have never believed that he could ever feel things like lust and desire again, his brain switching to a blinding desire for human flesh, training his muscles for feats of agility, speed, death from above.

    He couldn’t bite back a growl as Frank pressed his hips down again, grinding hotly against Justin’s thigh. What blood the man below him had went straight to his cock as Justin heard his friend whisper,

    “God, I want you so badly.” Frank had raised his arm, cradling Justin’s head in those deadly sharp claws, that hot breath running across his ear, tickly, arousing, glass-shard teeth scraping against his ear lobe.

    “Oh God……” Justin squirmed beneath his friend. He couldn’t get Frank’s sweatshirt off fast enough, tearing at the blue shreds of fabric, nails ripping open wounds across that pale grey chest, sculpted and hard. He felt Frank’s silvery hands searching across his skin, cold and clammy fingers brushing teasingly over his nipples. He arched his back, a pleading moan pushed from him, the tight press of Frank’s hips against his throbbing erection making him jerk in the little space between them, Justin’s body aching for more.

    Frank’s motion suddenly stilled, their bodies pressed together tightly. Justin made a slight moue of protest, arms twining around his friend’s neck, wondering what was going on.

    “Quiet….they‘ll hear us…...” Justin could feel his heavy breathing mixing with that of Frank’s, craning his head back to try and see through the slats in the grate. He glimpsed small flashes of denim, flitting streaks of color filling his vision for an instant. He heard the sharp crack of a shotgun, pistol clips being reloaded, someone turning an axe in their sweaty large hands. He could smell them all, reeking of sweat and fear and blood, so alive, their hearts beating, pumping that sweet blood that he loved so much, filling his mouth, making his heart beat fast, predatory, feral, arousing all of his senses. Justin growled low in his throat. He saw a couple of them jump, realizing that death was dangerously close. They glanced around them nervously, wanting to stave off attack at any cost, cautious and jittery.

    “Then let them hear us….” Justin said low in his throat, drawing blood from Frank’s lower lip, biting hard, pushing his hips up into his friend’s body, making him moan. Frank shoved a long-fingered hand between Justin’s legs, stroking him indelicately making him hiss in pleasure. Justin spread his legs wider in invitation, body straining for more, wanting his friend to ravage him here in this small confined space, the fear of death, being caught, making his heart pound out of his chest. He swore he could hear it reverberating against the steel walls of their industrial coffin.

    Frank’s hand pressed on him harder, pants torn to shreds fingers seeking out that hard piece of flesh between Justin’s legs. He groaned, hands pulling desperately at Frank’s bony exposed hips. Justin yanked at his friend’s pants, turning around on his hands and knees, pushing his destroyed clothing beneath him, eagerly pressing back against Frank’s cold hips.

    His friend gripped him hard, those deadly nails digging into his hips, aligning himself between Justin’s thighs, pushing in roughly, making Justin scrape his nails across the steel plating, that ear-bleeding noise of shavings being scratched by metal-hard claws. Justin howled feeling himself taken so hard, feeling his body opening, eagerly taking his friend in all the way. He growled and snarled, teeth bared, hips slamming back into Franks, wanting it harder, deeper. He threw his head back feeling Frank’s sharp teeth dig into his shoulder. The survivors didn’t stick around for long.

    “Shit guys, sounds like two Hunters are really close. We’d better split before they gouge our assholes out.” One of them cursed.

    “Right man, after you.” The two lovers heard another say. They rocked hard together, Frank’s groans of pleasure muffled in the cold dead flesh of Justin’s shoulder, his teeth buried in deep, grotesque fluid filling his mouth, the hunger making him suck desperately, feeling like he could taste the human essence of his undead lover. Justin balled his fists, feeling completely undone. His brain was going berserk, vision filling with flashes of red. The bloodlust was taking over as he snarled angrily.

    “Fuck! More….Fuck me more….” Frank happily complied, slamming his hips into Justin’s backside. The man below him howled, fingers bending the flexible metal in his strong fists. Frank reached between Justin’s thighs, taking hold of that cold piece of flesh, stroking roughly. Justin whimpered and braced himself against the small metal wall. As he felt Frank’s chilly fingers on his length he bucked greedily into that squeezing hand, feeling his orgasm building.

    “Ah! Feels so good.” Frank spat, digging his sharp teeth against Justin’s shoulder again, making his lover bleed more, the dark red fluid splashing audibly onto the metal, a veritable river of blood. Justin felt the wound in his shoulder tear further, sensing Frank’s teeth gouge into his dead flesh. He hunched forward  forehead pressed to the cold steel. Justin’s orgasm was torn from him violently. He shook uncontrollably as Frank’s fingers worked his aching flesh as if he would break it off. Justin pressed his forehead harder against the cold unforgiving steel, fingers unclenching to scrape violently along the metal, that horrid gut-twisting sound being torn from the wailing silver flesh.

    Frank felt his friend tense against him, that pearly fluid shot hard against his hand, dripping loud onto the dirty floor. Those hard dead muscles clenched as hard as they could against Frank’s cock and he pushed forward violently, releasing his essence deep into Justin’s quivering body. Blood and semen mixed beautifully against the tarnished dusty metal. Evidence of harsh violent lovemaking. Ragged desperate panting echoed in the small space. Justin collapsed into the pool of sticky sweet-smelling fluids, body giving out beneath the strain of holding himself and Frank up. Frank collapsed over the body of his friend, a low growl of satiated lust spilling past his lips, mingling with the pinkish goo under Justin’s cold yet fiery body.  Their breathing was still heavy with desire when Frank spoke.

    “Hey, so, since I kind of screwed you up on going in for the kill, how about we compromise and take out a pregnant lady, huh? My treat.”

    “Only if I get the kid, you know that’s my favourite part.” Justin smirked. “And for the record, you screwed me over twice, buddy.”

    “So I did.” Frank replied, scooping up his shredded clothing and slithering out of the air vent. He helped Justin do the same, all of their clothes ruined by fighting and hardcore fucking.

    “Well, these certainly can’t be worn again.” Justin said, tossing his shredded clothes to one side, still naked. He snatched some clothes from a deceased stupid undead and slipped them on, bloody and foul as they were. Frank did the same and the two Hunters sauntered casually down the hallway, easily skirting stairs and railings, making their way towards the huge Mall.

    “Hey Frank, I dare you to try on a wedding dress when we get there…..” Justin teased, smiling.

    “You’re on, bastard.” His matching razorblade grin flashed in the moonlight.