Love Bites

*Huff, Huff

*Low moaning

"Ahh, right there!"

"Ahh, huh, Ahh!"

"Ahh, ahh, oh, ow!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no please don't stop!"

"Mmm, you don't have to tell me twice!"

I grip the pillow tightly as my man adjusts his hands around my ankles to have a better hold as he rocks his hips into mine. Laying on my back with my legs above my head gives me a cramp and my legs go numb but I just love how he's able to use me just right;

"Ohh, augh, ow, ow, ow!"

"Shush baby it's ok, here I'll try slowing down!"

"No! No keep going, huff, at this speed, please! I'm so close!"

"Huff, huff, yeah? You're close?"

"Ohh, yeah so close!"

I let out a mewl as my man jackhammered into me sending me into ecstasy. He fucked me through my orgasm his own coming not long after before he lays on top of me with a satisfied grunt.

We lay there for a few minutes listening to the wind outside and the distant sounds of groaning. Markus shifts off of me to peek outside the jungle hammock before zipping it closed again. I watch his ass from my position on the sleeping bag as he pulls on his jeans, shirt, and shoes before going over to the zipper again.

"I'm going to go out and check on the water catcher since the rain has stopped," he mumbled, pulling the zipper and climbing down the tree.

Groaning I stretch out like a cat and crawl over to my bag and pull out my little red baggie. Opening I start to go through everything that's inside, I have two shots of my Somatropin, five pills of my Oxandrolone, one shot of my Intramuscular testosterone injections, and seven pills of my candy. I groan loudly while shoving everything back into my little red baggie and turning towards Markus as he comes crawling into the hammock.

"We're going to need to go on a drug run, Teddy Bear," I mumble.

"Sure, my sexy Button we need to do a food run as well." he purred, nuzzling my neck. "How many of your candies do you have left? Enough for round two?"

"Mmm, I've got seven so you better make it good and I want to do it on my stomach this time!" I purr, licking a stripe up his neck.

Markus made it worth it, we fucked for the rest of the day or for the four hours one of my candies allow without me being in too much pain or discomfort. Humming contently, Markus crawls back over to the zipper and takes another peek outside, the first rays of sunlight shining in and blinding me for a moment.

"Ok, the crawlers outside have moved on," Markus says, turning to look at me. "Let's pack up and get moving. If we leave now we should be able to make it to Colbert before the afternoon!"

"Ugh, it's sad to be leaving Texas, it's our home!" I whine.

"I know Button but we can't stay here there is nobody else!" he says, crawling over and rubbing me behind the ear. "I promised your folks that I'd take care of you and the best way I can do that is to get you to Canada."

"I know but how do we even know that there's a safe zone in Canada!?" I grumble.

*Sigh "I don't but it's worth a try, right?" he said, putting our foreheads together.

"Ok." I hum in response but I make no move to separate from him. We stay like that for a few moments when Markus eventually pulls away from me to pack up his bag. Sighing I get dressed and do the same. Once everything inside the hammock is packed up and in our bags, I slowly descend from the hammock using the tree steps as I go. Once on the ground, Markus removes the jungle hammock from the tree canopy by hanging it from the tree steps and yanking out the peg holding the straps in place, before descending the tree, taking the steps out as he does so, and repeating the process in the next tree while I fold it up neatly and stuff everything inside his bag.

“Ugh! This thing is a pain in the ass to set up and take down every time we set up camp!”

“Well, Mr. Rob Becker if you let me help you set up and take down everything this wouldn't be such a pain in the ass!” I laugh from my spot in the grass.

“Who the fuck is Rob Becker?” he asks, taking down the water catcher. “Is he who you think about when I'm plowing you?”

“Aw, you scoundrel!” I laugh, “No! He's a famous Broadway performer who made history with his one-man act of Defending the Caveman in nineteen- ninety-six which lasted one hour ten minutes!”

“Fuck doing an hour-long play by yourself sounds like such horse shit!” he says, flopping dramatically down onto the grass.

I laugh at his antics while he stares up at me with his ocean-blue eyes shimmering with mischief. He laughs this deep laugh that gives me a tingle before climbing to his feet with leaves, twigs, and dirt clinging to his fluffy black hair and clothes. We banter like that for another fifteen minutes while cleaning up our campsite.

"Ok got everything packed, let's get moving before those things come back," he said walking down the hill and out of the tree line with me on his heels. We've been traveling for days making our way out of our home in Dallas. We had decided to travel on the 75 but got stuck out in the open when heavy rainfall got us stuck on the border for three days. It sucked setting up the tent in those trees, especially with crawlers and zombies stocking around, not to mention the fact that I went through most of my medication and we’re out of food! Being left with a pack of saltines and half a can of spam. But now that the rain has finally stopped we can cross into Colbert where we can hopefully fill up on supplies and find a working car. I sigh as we walk across the freeway looking over the red river. Its clear blue waters are truly breathtaking in the early morning light, it reminds me of a stage play.

"Well hath your Highness seen into this duke,

And, had I first been put to speak my mind,

I think I should have told your Grace’s tale." I sigh leaning over the edge. "The Duchess by his subornation, Upon my life, began her devilish practices; or if he were not privy to those faults, yet, by reputing of his high descent as next the King he was successive heir,"

Marcus giggles at me as he leans against a blue Chevy. Grinning, I run over, climb up the Chevy's roof, and throw myself across it to grab hold of his shirt collar before bellowing out dramatically.

"And such high vaunts of his nobility did instigate the bedlam brainsick duchess by wicked means to frame our sovereign’s fall. Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep, and in his simple show, he harbors treason. The fox barks not when he would steal the lamb. No, no, my sovereign, Gloucester is a man unsounded yet and full of deep deceit." I act out with gusto, performing the steps as I would on the stage.

"You're such a dork!" Marcus laughed, pinching my nose and shaking my head gently from side to side.

"You love it," I say winking, "that's why you were always hard after I had a performance."

"Th-that's because your ass looks good in spandex plus," he chirps. "Plus you are hot when you get into the zone!"

"Oh yeah, you think?" I ask rolling over. "Well, I thought you were pretty hot in your jersey!"

"Really? Well maybe if the drug run is good I could pull it out and we could roleplay!" he purred, before rushing back down the road. "Come on sexy, we're burning daylight!"

Giggling, I jumped down and ran after him. We made it across the bridge and entered the town where we ran into a few creepers along the way but thankfully we were able to dispose of them quickly enough with Markus swinging his heavy, rusted crowbar at the snarling zombies that rushed us, crushing their decaying skulls with each powerful blow. While I killed the trailers with a single swing of my trusty hammer crushing their skulls instantly in one blow. After maybe three hours of this we manage to hide out in an alleyway to get our bearings.

"Okay so first we'll hit up a pharmacy for your meds and anything else that might come in handy," he says, pulling me further into the small alleyway. "Then we'll try out some nearby shops for food."

"Got it!" I said. We snuck around for about an hour till we found a Gallipot pharmacy. Getting in through the broken glass doors we split off down different aisles. Due to the type of drugs I take I leap over the pharmacy counter and break into the storeroom where I find four 1.0 mg polypropylene syringes of Somatropin that are still in date. Digging around in the shelves I find five packer bottles of Oxandrolone and five Intramuscular testosterone injections in deep storage. Sighing, I leave the room, climb back over the counter, and head down aisle seven for my candies. I grab the boxes that are the least expired they have each containing 180 tablets worth $314.95 if I were to pay for them thank god for the apocalypse!

I meet up with Marcus at the front of the store where I can see he filled a plastic grab cart with eight bottles of Vitamin B1, five boxes of nausea medicine, and twenty boxes of a variety of different painkillers, bandages, and bandaids. I let out a long whistle as I stroll up.

"Nice haul!" I say.

"Yeah, we got lucky!" he says, shoving everything into his bag. "but this stuff doesn't matter if you didn't get your meds.”

“Don't say that your health is just as important as mine is!” I snap, stomping my feet.

“So you didn't get any?” he asked me, his voice broken.

*sigh* “Yes I got some,” I grumble. “About four to eight days of Somatropin, five months of Oxandrolone, and I found five weeks’ worth of Intramuscular testosterone or twenty weeks if we wait till the absolute last day.”

*Sigh* “OK, that'll have to do for now but I wish there were more.” he mumbled, wrapping his arms around me and kissing the top of my head.

“Yeah well, I did find five hundred and forty tablets of my candies so you know,” I say, running my fingers down his torso. “If you wanted to test them I wouldn't say no.”

Oh!” is all he says before he grabs me roughly and drags me to the back into the men's room where he picks me up and thrust me onto the bathroom sink. Popping one of my candies into my mouth I give him a sultry look while drinking from my canteen before opening wide, tongue out, to show that I've swallowed it. He gives a shuddering breath before he descends on me in a raging storm of hot kisses. I can feel our hearts pounding with adrenaline and desire as Marcus presses me against the cold, dirty mirror, slotting himself between my legs and making our bodies flush together. I moan, the sound echoing off the tile walls, as Marcus trailed kisses down my neck. Neither of us cared that the door was unlocked or that the undead could shamble in at any moment. How could we, with Marcus fumbling with my zipper while I clawed off his shirt, desperate to feel his skin with frenzied hands we released our hard members and brought each other to climax with rough and fast strokes, muffling our cries in searing kisses, and holding each other close, as we savored the afterglow of our orgasms before Marcus decided to ruin it by bringing up the fact that we are still out of food.

“You know this place hasn't been touched yet by raiders so we may find enough food to last us the rest of the journey!"

"Really!" I cry. "Good because I'm tired of rationing a sleeve of saltines and cans of spam!"

"Well whether or not we do doesn't change that we'll be eating the last of those tonight." he grimaced. "They're going bad."

"Ugh, I hate spam!" I spat.

"I know," he cooed. "But I'm in charge of the food so come on, we passed some houses on the way here, let's give them a check!"

After exiting the pharmacy we make our way back the way we came, though skirting down a few different allies and roads, coming across a gas station only to find disappointingly that it had been almost picked clean, but we were able to break into three houses where we managed to grab: four cans of meat, three cans of sardines, two cans of veggies, two cans of fruit, one can of soup, a box pasta and a jar of pasta sauce, and a box of granola bars.

"Well we found about four, maybe five days' worth of food if we ration," Marcus said, shoving everything into our bags.

"Ugh, I'm tired of rationing!" I whine.

"I know Button," he soothed. "But we have no choice, we have to ration till we get to Canada then I'll be able to cook yummy meals for you just like I used to."

"Hermm!" I groan, turning my back to him. “I do miss your cooking, I miss sleeping in a bed, I miss driving and going to college!”

A few tears start to roll down my cheeks as I think about how fucked up our life has become thanks to everything that's happened. It feels like an eternity ago that I and Marcus were sitting in Louie’s talking about our plan over greasy burgers and pop. I started to sob at the memory and at all the lost hopes and dreams I had for myself that will never happen now.

“I miss my Ma and Pa, I miss my friends, I miss my theater club, and Johnny B. Lessee grabbing my ass because it was such a turn-on to watch you kick his ass!” I say through sobs, turning to look at him as he gives a small laugh and wipes away a stray tear.

“I know Button,” he coos, wrapping me up in his arms. “I miss my Pa and Mema, I miss my team and couch Sour, I miss my dog Lucky and my shit ass truck with the fucked up alternator!”

It was my turn to laugh, which hurt to do because I was crying so hard. I borrowed into his chest as we continued to share our feelings and all the things we missed like work, classes, family functions, restaurants, and terrible music that used to play on the radio. It's all gone now replaced with overgrown foliage, cracked and broken buildings, and the living undead.

“Why does this have to be so hard?” I ask.

Marcus sighs then says. "This would be easier if we were in a gro…"

"Don't!" I snap, cutting him off. "Just don't, let's… let's just get out of town so we can make camp."

We split the food between the two of us and pack it away into our bags then make our way up the road leading to Calera. We're maybe twenty minutes from leaving Colbert behind when the air is shattered with a crescendo of gunfire. A loud, guttural scream splits the atmosphere sending heart-stopping fear through us.

"Run!" Marcus screams, grabbing my hand and pulling me after him as he sprints down the road. We had just rounded a corner when we bumped into a group of survivors who were being chased by a huge horde of crawlers. The wind is knocked out of me by Marcus picking me up in a football carry and running a 40-yard dash back the way we came, making a hard left turn and throwing the both of us into the back of one of those large shipping cars that deliver goods to stores. Half of the group of survivors managed to follow us inside before Marcus slammed the metal door closed and locked it.

I curl up behind a stack of beer casings while the screams of those who didn't make it echo like a fucked up symphony outside. Marcus crawls over to me and starts touching me, pulling my clothes off and pulling them back on again before slumping against the beer casings in relief. I throw myself forward so that I can lay my head on his lap and watch our new 'roommates' as they move about the cabin. There are five of them, an older man in his forties with sandy skin covered in sunspots. He's dressed like a history teacher and has ashy brown hair and choco brown eyes with a thick bushy beard. He has a broken leg which is being cared for by a young woman with warm ivory skin, wavy brown hair, green eyes, and a dolphin tattoo on her right forearm.

There's a young man who matches him head-to-toe digging out bottles of most like extremely warm beer, there's a young woman with creamy skin, blue eyes, and sand-colored blond hair is crying in a corner, and a young man with honey skin, brown eyes, and black hair pacing up and down the cabin while ranting and swearing under his breath.

"Do you want a beer?" the blond asks, walking up with two beers in hand.

"Sure!" Marcus says, taking one of the beers from him.

"None for me thanks, I can't drink," I mumbled into Marcus's clothed dick.

"Oh! Right, because you're a minor." he laughs nervously.

“What!? I'm not a fucking minor!" I snapped, "I'm twenty-three years old!"

"What!? Bullshit!" screams the honey-skinned boy, "look at you you're like five-one and got barely any body hair!"

“Hahaha, sorry about him," laughs the blond-haired boy. “He's always had a dark sense of humor!"

Scoffing, the honey-skinned boy named Adem storms off to the front of the cabin mumbling under his breath as he goes. I scowl after him before turning back to the blond boy who's silently drinking beers with Marcus. I lean into my boyfriend's broad chest while he peppers my hair with kisses.

"So *pop* are you two brothers or…" the blond asks, resting his arm on one knee.

"No, no!" Marcus laughs, "We're boyfriends. I'm Marcus Howells and this is Colin Warner."

"I'm Stephan King and that girl looking after the old guy is my twin sister, Sally. The oldie is Brent Whittle he was a literature teacher. My girlfriend Brittney Wittstock and you already met Adem Yilmaz." Stephan said.

"Yeah, he's a real piece of work!" I mumble.

"What you say to me, you pint-size twerp!" Adem seethes, stopping over. “You better take that back, you poor excuse of a flashlight!”

"You want to act like a tool? Then go sleep in the shed!" I snap at him as Marcus gets between us.

"Back down!" Marcus says his voice deep with warning, Adem’s face takes on a crimson hue before he sends me a nasty glare and stomps back to the back of the cabin. *Sigh "Stop being catty!" he scolds, pinching my cheek.

"Ow, ow, ok!" I cry, "I'll stop but that guy started it first!"

"I don't care who started it, I'm finishing it!" Marcus laughs, pinching both my cheeks before giving me a wet and sloppy kiss.

"Haha, well since the biters are going to be out there for a while we might as well try to get comfortable, eat some food, drink some beer, and get a bit of shut-eye," Stephan said.

"Oh! You know what that means Button!" Marcus says in a sing-song voice.

*Gasp* "You get to eat my portion!?" I ask.

"Nope." He says, popping the p.

Groaning, I make myself comfortable while Marcus pulls out the rest of the spam and saltines. I watch as he spreads the last of the processed pork onto the ten saltine crackers, handing five to me, I pop one into my mouth and gag on the salty and spicy taste. I force myself to chew and swallow the rest before chugging fresh rainwater from my canteen. Gasping for air when I finished I looked around at the others to see them eating cream cheese on apple slices.

“Don't they have more food?” I accidentally say out loud, heat filling my cheeks instantly. “Oh! No! I'm sorry you don't have to answer that!”

“No! No! It's okay,” laughed Mr. Whittle, “I get it you see a big group and think ‘Hey they must have a lot of resources’ and you wouldn't be wrong to think that. But the truth is we lost everything a couple of days ago so this is all we have.”

“Can we ask what happened?” Marcus asked, handing his canteen over to the older man.

“Ahh, we were held up in a grocery store a couple of days away and some raiders came and just took over.” Mr. Whittle sighed, accepting the drink. “Those of us who didn't die in the fight or switch sides tried to survive out here but a few days ago we split the group up…”

“We came here to find supplies but ran into some other survivors that weren't as friendly. They shot at us and led a whole hoard of those things to us and well you know the rest.” Sally finished.

“I'm so sorry to hear that,” Marcus said, his face scrunched up in disgust.

A heavy silence fell over the cargo container after that as everyone just stared off into the distance thinking of their losses. I too buried my head into my knees chastising myself for having opened up my fucking mouth! We stayed like that for a while, listening to the crawlers growling and banging outside slowly fade as they lost interest in us and shuffled off.

“Hmm sounds like the coast is clear,” Marcus says moving over to the door. “Hey, why don't you guys travel with me and Colin? At least till you figure out your next steps.”

“What!?” I gasped rushing over, “Teddy bear! Whatcha doing baby!?”

“No, don't you see!? This is perfect!” he cheered. You and I will have a group again, people to watch our backs and help with supplies, plus I'll be able to leave you at camp without any worry of you not being there!”

“Hehe, well it would be nice to have some help after losing so many people,” mused Mr. Whittle. “Hmm alright, we’ll come with you!”

“Traveling with a hot guy in cargo pants!” swooned Adem, “count me in!”

“Hey! He's a hot guy in cargo pants that's taken!” I snap. “So you best go out and find your own man!”

“Woah there little guy!” Stephan laughs, “Adem is only playing! He just got out of a pretty serious relationship so you have nothing to worry about!”

Everyone laughed as they pulled up the metal door and hopped out of the carrier. Marcus pulled on both of our packs and climbed down onto the concrete, he did a quick look around before turning to look at me and holding his arms out to me.

“Come on Button,” he cooed, “I'll help you down!”

“Yeah little Button!” Adem whispers in my ear, “Go and run to the man we both know you're not man enough to keep!”

“What!?” I whisper back.

“Come on, an assertive hunk like that is wasted on a shrimp like you, it's obvious that he wants an upgrade!” he breathes, “so enjoy that cock while you can because soon it'll be balls deep in my ass!”

I shake my head fiercely before running off and leaping out of the carrier into Marcus’s arms. Pulling him into a messy kiss I pondered about that wannabe homewrecker mood shift, I mean he went from cussing me out for no reason to now wanting in my man’s pants! Confused as all hell I wrap myself tighter around my boyfriend’s warm body and let him carry me while I fall asleep.