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Of Cemetary Things	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNINGS: Necrophilia! O.o Language, rituals/spells, character death, angst, gore, lemon, lime, oral, blood play (non-vamp), anal, AFFO (story is only found on adult-fanfiction.org…that’s new O.o) AU (alternate universe…why would it be in the general universe? :/ ), contro (I think it’s controversial for anyone…why is that even a warning? >.>), oneshot (I guess), M/M (yaoi) …the whole nine yards (you have been warned twice so far, if you aren’t aware of the warnings by now, then you’re in for a surprise).
A/N: Congratulations. You were brave enough to click on this story. I reward you with this chapter. :) Okay…this may come as a shocker to most, but…I NEEDED to do something else besides all this mushy romance stuff. >.> And…I wanted to do something that no one else has done yet…as far as I know of anyway. :/ So…this is based off of the song ‘Living Dead Girl’ by Rob Zombie. Yes, this song inspired me…except my version is more like Living Dead ‘Boy’ instead. ^^’ I would’ve done a het story but…I’m not brave enough to do those. >.> I desperately had to do a yaoi with this one so…this isn’t for the weak of heart…or stomach for that matter. And also, this isn’t a song fic, since it obviously doesn’t go too well with the song. Though, thanks to a reviewer who pointed out that my story relates more to the song A Little Piece Of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold instead of the one I actually tried to relate to…and I‘ve never even heard of the song before I wrote this so, it’s kinda creepy that I wrote a story that goes well with something I’ve never heard of before. >.> Let’s see, what else…they’re both human, well…Kakarot is anyway hehe. Oh and, sorry if the title sounds…not…right. I didn’t know what else to call it. >.> So, I hope you enjoy it…or gross out at it or whatever the reaction may be…but that’s the whole point. *Gestures hand towards story* Read away.
P.S. - This story was deleted for reasons unknown. Let’s see what happens to it now that I’ve reposted it. O.o
Summary: After the death of his beloved, to what extent will the broken-hearted go to get him back? If only for just one night…
‘thoughts’
“talking”
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Of Cemetary Things
‘No, I can’t live without you. Why? Why did this have to happen? Why did you have to be taken away from me?’ I clenched my fists as I stared hard at my lover’s casket, slowly being lowered into the 6 foot deep hole as my thoughts ran wild with denial. My tears have long since shed from all the hours or days…I’m not really sure how long…that I’ve spent crying over you. I must look like a wreck, but I could care less. Without you here…what’s the point of worrying about my appearance?
My glance shifted to the right when I saw movement toward your new resting place. Your ex dared another step toward you…sorrow stained her cheeks and a thorn flower clenched in her hand so tight, it was making her hand bleed. I licked my quivering lips at the sight, but forced myself back. No one would understand the cravings we had…the pleasures that we drowned ourselves in with each other. They wouldn’t understand how we showed our love…how we celebrated it…oh, how we relished in it.
I closed my eyes at our fairly recent memory…remembering every detail as we bathed in blood and made love in it. How we enjoyed our urges by killing and enjoying it, raping while watching each other, black magic because we could, drugs to let us escape into a world of our own, and anything else that would be damnably sinful in others’ eyes and laughed as we did it. I slowly opened my eyes as I felt a familiar moisture touch them, a bit shocked that I would have any of the weakness left in my eyes. I stared at the sky and realized it was sharing weakness of it’s own. It seemed to cry for my lover…cry because I no longer could.
I turned my attention back to the grave as I heard wood hit ground and tried not to make a noise of protest as they started to bury him. I immediately had this urge to rush over there and jump in the hole with my beloved and beg them to bury me with him, but once again, held myself back. No one knew of our relationship. ‘They just wouldn’t understand…’ I clenched my fists harder…hating myself for not expressing my passion to my deceased beloved. Realizing a heavier liquid running down my hands, I raised one hand up in curiosity and licked the stream of blood away. I closed my eyes as I did so…imagining my love doing it.
I turned my attention back to the small crowd that cared enough for my mate to come to his funeral as they grew closer to the slowly filling hole and prayed…I supposed. I drew a little closer as well…the tension in me getting stronger as these ‘strangers’ circled around my lost beloved. ‘Don’t you even get near him…stay the hell away from him…you didn’t know him as I did!’ I continued to say the hateful words in my head until they started to pour out through my clenched teeth. I angrily uttered the words, but no one was paying attention. After all, no one knew who I was, so why would they care? But it’s okay, I don’t know who they are and my lover didn’t seem to care for them, so I really don’t care.
After several minutes, hours, days…however long it was…people finally started to leave as soon as my love was buried in the cold, hard, unforgiving ground. As soon as I was alone, I didn’t bother looking around me to see if everyone was surely gone, I knelt down by the upturned earth and laid down next to my mate and put a hand over his resting place, already becoming mud as the sky continued to cry. At this moment, I wish I could cry. So my love could see how terribly broken I was without him. I closed my eyes as the rain ran down into my eyes, as if hearing my thoughts and becoming my tears as I clenched the wet soil in my hand. ‘I promise my love. I’ll bring you back…you’ll come back to me.’ I smiled softly at the plan I had already formed in my mind.
As I continued to lay with my love, I thought of the reason why he was 6 feet below me and I wanted to cry again, but of course the tears wouldn’t come. He had lost his soul because Osiris (1) thought he was weak. My sweet, beautiful beloved had lost something dear to him before he too was lost. His only child died of an illness and no matter what we did, no magic of any kind or medicine from any hospital could cure him. My love was in pieces and the only way that he could put them back together was to bring back his child. But sadly, in his efforts, in his grief and his weakened heart, the ruler of the underworld didn’t see him worthy to ask such a request. So he damned his soul instead. The God didn’t see pity in my beloved’s loss nor did he take action to ease his grief-stricken heart, but I did.
I insisted to my mate that I be the one to bring back his boy, since my heart was more strong-willed, but he insisted that he should be the one to do it since it’s his child. It hurt me to know that my love wouldn’t allow me to help him…wouldn’t allow me to help pick up the pieces of his broken soul…and it worried me that he wouldn’t be able to pull it off…I was right. I should’ve been more strict with him…I should’ve stopped him…but it’s too late. Now he and his son are gone…and I’m all alone.
I remember how nothing broke my mate. He laughed when he was threatened and flirted with the ones who insulted him. He was confident in everything he did…‘and I mean ‘everything.’ I moaned out the words in my head or in real life…I didn’t care. He always gave me a seductive stare and my resolve, that wasn’t there in the first place, would crumble and I’d submit myself to him. Sometimes it’d be the other way around, but my mate loved to be conquered, just as much as I did. He would be the conqueror whenever he felt especially needy or feel the amazing emotion of overpowering others. Oh, how we’d get off on that feeling. Hence our ‘dirty deeds.’
And from that emotion, we explored those dirty deeds. Anyone would say we were out of control…fucked up…crazy…but in our minds, we were alive. To feel the essence of others’ life on our finger tips, to have the power to take or save lives, to give or receive pain. I breathed heavily as I started feeling aroused at these thoughts. I smiled my angelic smile and turned toward the sky, as if telling it a secret that I just can’t keep to myself. I open my eyes as I felt a mischievous glint cross through them. ‘Tonight. I shall do it tonight.’ I closed my eyes again as I took in all of Mother Earth’s moisture and waited ‘til nightfall.
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At midnight, I stood before my beloved’s grave as I prepared the ritual. I made sure to dress appropriately for this special evening. I wore my black pants that clung to me in all the right places and a dark red vest that was cut short and hugged me around my waist, no shirt. ‘Vegeta loved these pants.’ I smiled at the memory as I laid out all the materials needed for the ritual to work. When done, I kneeled down in front of my beloved’s tombstone and stroked the side of it in a loving gesture and moved to rest my head against the carved engravings on the face of the stone, then whispered, “It’s time my love. Soon we shall be together again. Don’t worry, I know this’ll work.” I got up and went around to light the four candles surrounding the grave and stood, facing my lover’s grave, then poured blood, of a deer I killed a couple days ago, from a carved wooden bowl and into the urn which was engraved with hieroglyphics of the God who took my love’s soul. I began the ritual:
“Osiris, keeper of the gate,

Master of all fate,

Hear me!”
I dip my fingers in the blood and drew a line down my forehead and one on each cheek facing inwards. I continue…
“Before time and after,

Before knowing and nothing…”
I then poured all the blood from the urn onto the grave and shouted…
“Accept my offering,

Know my prayer,

Osiris,

Here lies the believer of the people,

Let him cross over,

Osiris,

Let him cross over,

Release him,

Osiris, release him!”
As I reached out to the sky, awaiting to hear an answer to my request, an unexplainable understanding passed over me. I froze as I took in the silent command. “Yes. After this, I shall be with You. I shall join him in darkness and return with him.”
After what seemed like an eternity, a noise in the dirt brought my attention to reality. My heart raced as my excitement grew. ‘Yes. He’s coming back to me. He’s digging his way to me, so we can be together…one last time.’ I leaned over the grave as the noise got closer and closer. Suddenly, the noise seemed to stop, then…a hand, his beautiful hand shot through the dirt as if searching for air. The tears that I thought were long gone, came back full force as my beloved pulls himself to the surface. Rigor mortis be damned.
I carefully grabbed his hand, as if this were a dream and he’d disappear. I slowly pulled him up to me, not really sure what the outcome would be. His lovely face breaks through the ground as he gasps with effort and I gasped along with him. ‘It seems like it’s been forever since I last saw him.’ I reached for his other arm and pulled him above the ground and dragged him a few feet away from his hell.
He doesn’t move as we sat still for a moment. I waited a while longer for him to notice that I am here…to give any recognition that he is alive. As the moments ticked by, I realized that something might’ve went wrong, though that was actually to be expected. I haven’t released his hands, but he doesn’t seem to be holding mine back. Concern crossed my features and I released one of his hands so I could use mine to hold his chin and tilt his head back so I could look at his beautiful orbs. His head stiffly moved back and what I saw weren’t beautiful orbs, instead, I got empty, white eyes where passionate obsidians used to be. In fact, they weren’t even looking at me, it was like they were staring through me.
My breath hitched in realization. “Vegeta?” No response. “Love?” Still just a blank stare. I ran my thumb along his well-sculpted, rigid jaw and leaned my head against his as I realized that his body was cold. ‘Of course he’s cold. He’s just a corpse.’ My eyes lost their excitement with the thought as I moved my hand from his jaw to his hair, which was a little course but still had that usual softness with it. I held back fresh tears as I continued to try again. “Vegeta…” I breathed desperately, but with a hopeless tone to it.
After a moment, a sound passed through my beloved’s blue lips in a hushed whisper that I almost didn’t catch it…“Ka…ka…rot…”
Both of my hands were in his hair as I ran a hand from his scalp to his jaw, showing my excitement. “Vegeta?” My heart sped up at hearing his voice.
“Kaka…rot.” He repeated in a louder, more hoarse whisper as he stiffly lifted his arm to rest his hand on my arm. His blank eyes became half-lidded as he leaned in a little into my touch.
My heart decided to go crazy when he moved. “Oh, my love!” I pressed my lips to his dead ones after hearing my name on his tongue. After a moment of moving mine against his, I pulled back, “I’ve missed you so much! My heart’s been breaking every moment without you.” I wanted more contact with his cold body as I brought my arms around him and embraced him to my warm build.
He seemed to have shivered, but made no movement to return the embrace. “Kaka-rot.” He repeated my name in his more normal voice.
I pulled back a little, “Is that all you can say?” I brushed my fingers against his pale face as I smiled sadly.
“Kaka-rot.” As he spoke again, the more it sounded like a broken record. His voice sounded more strained as he struggled to force out the air that wasn’t there behind his teeth.
Concern once again came into my thoughts, but then changed to understanding. “I see. So this is the outcome? I guess, I was foolishly hoping for more, for you to come back to me whole…but I guess this is as good as it gets, huh?” I silently loathed the ruler of the underworld as my mate answered with another strangled sigh of my name. ‘Though, it was He who took his life in the first place. He probably did this for a reason…but still, this is our last time together.’ As my heart slowed from working at a heart attack, it gave a tight squeeze at the last thought.
I stroked my love’s face sadly and wrapped an arm around his waist tighter. ‘However, this isn’t going to stop me from having our last moments together in this world.’ I hesitantly drew my face closer to his and stopped a few inches away, silently hoping he’d close the distance…but he didn’t move. He wasn’t doing anything, nothing was happening. Not the breath from his lovely mouth, not the steady rhythm of his chest breathing in and out…he didn’t even blink. His empty eyes stayed half-lidded, a reaction in knowing the fact that I was here with him. ‘Well, at least it’s something.’
I closed the gap between us and slowly moved my lips against his own, but he didn’t respond back. I then moved my hands underneath the shirt he died in. I loved how this shirt looked on him, a dark blue tank that hugged his muscular torso and black jeans…but no shoes. I didn’t bother wasting the time to think about why…I just wanted to concentrate on now. I moved my hands against his smooth, cold chest and he gave a little moan against my lips at the warmth. As I continued to rememorize my love’s body, he stiffly moved his hands to my stomach, as if he was wanting to do the same. I smiled into our kiss and stopped. “It’s alright, love. You can touch me.” I told him huskily as I moved my hands to clasp on top of his own and guided them across my bare stomach and chest.
He reacted in a interesting way as his right palm passed over my heart. He kept his hand frozen on the pulsing organ and his eyes no longer held the lustful gaze, but seemed to widen in curiosity. He continued to stare past me like a blind person as his fingers curled against my chest…as if he was trying to grasp my heart and clench it in his hand. I smirked in understanding and leaned forward to whisper seductively in his ear. “In due time, love. I’ll give it to you when the time comes.” I held his hand to the same spot on my chest as he continued to gently claw at it.
I turned my head to settle a gentle kiss on his jaw, then moved lower down to his neck and chest. I stopped my roaming mouth to settle over his unmoving chest, where his beating heart should be. ‘It’s there, it’s just no longer working.’ I started moving my lips in a sucking motion at the same spot, as if I could get his heart working again with my mouth. ‘But that’s not how it works. His soul is in Osiris’s clutches now and He controls my beloved.’
After a minute of worshiping his chest, leaving a wet red spot, I trailed back up his neck, nuzzling him as I did so. After a moment, my mate slowly leaned forward and settled his head against my neck, as if mimicking my actions. I smiled against his pale skin and took a deep breath, wanting to get drunk off his scent that usually gets me so. But instead, I got an earthly smell and not his usual sweet musk. He was dirty from climbing out of his resting place and I noticed that there was dark blood on his arms and hands. ‘Probably from clawing his way out of his coffin.’
I took the hand that wasn’t clawing at my chest and started to clean it with my tongue. I brushed my fingers against his so as to move his hand into a position to get better access. While doing this, I heard a sigh escape from my beloved…and my heart fluttered at the familiar sound. ‘He always enjoyed my tongue being on his skin. Especially when it was blood I was licking off of him.’ I smirked, pleased that I am able to bring such sounds out of him in his state as I continued to lick his palm with more excitement.
Suddenly, pain cut through the junction of my neck and shoulder. I gasped at the unexpected pain and turned my attention to the area. I smiled softly when I found out why. My love was attracted to the faint pulsing in my neck and had to explore his curiosity. What made me happy wasn’t the pain, or the fact that my mate was draining my life, or the memories of him doing this…it was all of the above. Seeing him do this to me began to make me aroused, as it usually did. I let out a moan as I started moving my hips against my mate’s stomach, letting him know what he was doing to me.
He reacted by drinking me more hungrily. I tilted my head back to give him better access and closed my eyes as I concentrated on the feeling of my beloved’s frozen lips and tongue moving against my heated skin. ‘Maybe this is another side-effect. He never drank this much of my blood before…and who knows what this could be doing to him since his body no longer pumps blood throughout his body.’ What felt like an eternity of bliss, I suddenly started feeling lightheaded and struggled to hold myself up. I finally fell back against the grass, my mate’s mouth pulling away from me. I laid back with my eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and arousement as I looked up at my carnal lover.
My blood dripped down his chin and onto my stomach. He didn’t bother cleaning the substance off his chin, but slowly eased down to lick the drop from my stomach. I couldn’t help but moan as his cold tongue moved across my warm skin. I arched into that talented mouth as he started nibbling where the drop had been. I controlled myself a little when the nibbling turned more into biting, then I realized he probably wanted more. I panted as I struggled to hold onto consciousness and tried to get my mate’s attention. “Vegeta, come here.” I spoke to my beloved with a seductive tone that he could never resist as I shakily held up my arms, inviting him to come closer.
He paused in his search for my warm blood to look up at me. His blank eyes, for once, seemed to be looking at me. For a moment, he didn’t move, then I wondered if he heard me. “Love…come to me.” He seemed to get the message as he answered with my name again and rigidly crawled on me, then stopped when my hot hands came into place at his freezing sides and I stroked them softly.
His head turned slightly toward the wound on my neck, then quickly descended back to his previous spot and licked up the blood left behind. After cleaning up the mess, he just as eagerly went back to drinking it. I laughed softly at my predicament. “Vegeta, if you keep drinking me like that, we won’t be able to get to the good part.” He answered by mumbling my name, but continued to drink.
I sighed then tried to find the will power to move. I struggled to sit up on my elbows then rolled us over so he was beneath me. He didn’t seem to notice the movement as he eagerly drank what he could. I slid one of my hands into his hair, then grabbed and gently pulled him off. He seemed to groan out in hunger as I pinned him to the ground, but I shook my head at him. “If I let you be in control, things wouldn’t end the way we want them to.”
“Kakarot.” He moaned desperately as he reached for my shoulders to try and pull himself back up toward the leaking wound, but I took a hold of his wrists and pinned them on either side of his head.
I couldn’t help but lick away the drops that managed to drip on my love’s chest, then proceeded downward as I slowly, but reluctantly, let go of my eager lover. I was a little shocked to see that he didn’t move where he lay. He looked up at the stars as I continued my journey downward. ‘He must only react to seeing the blood. It’s like he’s already forgotten what he was doing.’
I ran my hands down the back of his thighs then unzipped his pants with my teeth. I wasn’t surprised to see that his member wasn’t aroused, but I decided to experiment anyway. I carefully slid his cock into my mouth and watched for a reaction. He let out a noise that was a cross between a moan and a gasp. I smiled around his frozen organ as I continued my movements. I kept my mouth around his slowly warming organ for awhile longer, then decided to pull away. I was actually shocked to see that he was aroused. I looked back and forth between my love’s face and his now swollen appendage. He hasn’t moved. He looked to be waiting for me to continue, but I knew better. I moved up a little and pressed my stomach against his cold arousal to keep it warm, then moved to strip and finally get to the ‘good’ part.
I slid my mate’s pants down his hips and tore his shirt open. I paused for a moment to take note that livor mortis was already in affect as his bones seemed to stick out more (2). However, I ignored this discovery as I went back to concentrating at the task at hand. He didn’t react as I hesitantly slid into his unprepared entrance. I did, however, by gasping at the unbelievable tightness and coldness of it. “Oh, God! Vegeta!”
“Kakarot…” I looked to my mate’s face as he responded from hearing my voice. His eyes were half-lidded again, but his arms remained where I left them.
I breathed heavily at the sight, of the feeling, and trying to blink away the black fuzziness that clouded my vision. I started moving my hips back and forth, trying to warm up my arousement, and maybe get a better reaction out of my love’s corpse. After a few thrusts, Vegeta’s body suddenly arched and he stiffly clawed at the grass above his head as I rubbed against that lovely little bundle of nerves inside him. His blank eyes became wide at the feeling, but he didn’t make any sounds until after a few more thrusts. He moaned loudly, almost shouting as I moaned along with him and kept a slow pace, trying to bring some more sounds out of his unused throat.
I saw red out of the corner of my eye and looked down at myself then realized I was still bleeding. Not only was I bleeding from my neck, but from my chest as well. I chuckled softly, ‘I guess he was really determined to get to my heart.’ I then got an idea. Anyone would think it was crazy, but I saw it as a way of proving more of our love to each other. And what more did Vegeta and I do than love each other? I suddenly descended upon my mate’s neck and bit him as he did me. And I did it so he wouldn’t bite me in the same spot again. My beloved groaned what almost sounded like a protest as a burst of cold sweetness touched my taste buds and I moaned at it’s taste. ‘At least he hasn’t lost his flavor yet.’ When I tasted him before, I couldn’t get a good hold on the flavor, but tasting it now…it’s divine.
I closed my eyes as I concentrated on pumping my hips and the delicious taste. When getting my fill of his blood, which wasn’t much, I pulled back as the black-like liquid continued to pour out of him and down my chin. I rested my hands on either side of him as he continued to claw at the grass. I continued to smile at his reaction as I started to pant from the workout. I reached a hand up to hold his cheek and rubbed a thumb just under his unblinking eye. He turned his attention to me then and stopped his clawing, though he still had his hands buried in the grass. He still made little noises as I continued to hit his precious spot and I tilted my head slightly at this new reaction.
He made no other movement and I decided to ignore this as I descended my mouth once again to his neck and shoulder. I nibbled and licked away at the area, when I felt a sudden coldness envelop me around my waist. I brought up my head in surprise when I noticed that my love has wrapped his legs around me in a tight, frozen trap. I looked at his beautiful face and noticed his white eyes have become half-lidded again. His frozen lips were slightly open, as if he were panting. I increased my pace at the sight, hitting his little bundle harder until he once again started clawing at the ground. I grabbed his wrists and brought them over my shoulder blades. I wanted to feel what I was doing to him. I wanted him to feel what he was doing to me. I moaned loudly as he clawed just as vigorously at my back.
I brought my arms underneath his and grasped at his shoulders, holding him closer to me. I shivered at the cold as we came more into contact, but just continued to heat his tight passage with the friction of my pounding. His legs urged me forward until I finally felt the familiar building pressure and exploded. “Haaaaa…Vegetaaaaa!” I automatically kept thrusting into him as I emptied my hot seed into his temporarily warm passage. I let out a sigh as I stopped to feel the pleasant after-effects on shaky arms. My mate mimicked the sigh as he looked at me with seemingly curious, blank, half-lidded eyes.
I breathed heavily as I slowly bent down to lovingly kiss his cold forehead. I then rested my head against his and looked at our condition. My blood was all over the both of us as my mate’s pooled underneath his shoulder. I was sweating and panting…and my mate stayed cold, not a sound escaped his breathless lips. I froze as I saw something else on my deceased lover. A darker blood has mixed in with mine. I raised my brows in confusion then looked lower. Vegeta’s aroused member was no longer aroused…then my eyes moved upward as the dark trail streamed upwards. ‘Oh. Right.’ I sat back on my heels as realization hit me…my beloved’s hands falling from me. ‘His body can no longer produce his creamy essence that I’m addicted to. Instead…’ I slid a finger through the dark blood then tasted it. ‘He comes blood. Interesting.’ I thought as I moaned at the taste.
My blood stained my mate’s hands as they lay lax beside his unmoving hips. “That’s very interesting.” I say aloud with a malicious smirk as I leaned forward over my love again. He rumbled a short hum at my statement and continued to stare at me with those endless, white, heavy-lidded eyes. I bent lower to steal a kiss from cold lips, but not before I licked up the quickly drying blood from his chin. I hummed at the taste of my blood on him, then moved upward to focus on his unmoving lips. I ran my tongue across them, silently asking for entrance, but realized all too quickly that the motion was pointless. I then settled my hand against his jaw and tried prying his mouth open with my thumb against his chin. It stiffly obliged as I only managed to open it enough for my tongue to slip in. My warm organ roamed all around his freezing mouth…slowly going over every detail as I put effort into stealing a sound from him. I tasted my blood that settled onto his tongue and moaned into his mouth when it mixed with his taste on my tongue. Despite all this attention, I still didn’t get a response from him.
I pulled back quickly to see if he was still with me…and I heaved a sigh of relief as he continued to stare at me then mimicked my sigh. I smiled, “Okay. You’re turn.”
“Kakar-rot.” He purred as if in a question…and I got his meaning.
‘How am I going to do this? He doesn’t move much.’ It suddenly clicked and I rolled my eyes with the obviousness of it. I pulled out of my beloved, not bothering to wonder if I hurt him or not. His legs loosened around me then finally let go as I moved up to straddle my love’s stomach, then gingerly moved my arms back to rest. ‘I’m so weak. I can barely stay sitting up. I shouldn’t have gotten so careless.’ I closed my eyes as dizziness suddenly took over my vision and I waited a moment until it passed. ‘Ugh. I don’t know how I’m going to do this if I’m having trouble just sitting up.’ I opened my eyes again with a determined look to them, then slowly sat up on my knees and reached back to get a hold of my lover’s limp member. I took deep breathes to prepare myself, then quickly sat down as the frozen rod tore through me.
Vegeta and I never prepared ourselves when we made love. We saw it as a weakness of others who feared pain. To us, it made our love-making all the better. I gasped loudly as I tried not to scream. However, this situation is a little different. Considering that my mate is no longer alive…so this definitely changes things. I let out another loud moan as my passage clenched around the dead organ. I grabbed a hold of my lover’s hips in order to gain some sort of anchorage. Vegeta’s hands twitched and his eyes almost seemed to close, but only became heavier as my heat enveloped him.
I hissed through clenched teeth as the pain went down to a slow throbbing, then tried to will myself to move. I could already feel the blood pouring down my thighs, but I pay it no mind as I eased up a little then jerked back down. I slid up a little more then slammed myself back down and continued this pace as I tried bringing my mate’s slowly warming cock back to life. After a couple more thrusts, I finally aimed right as a shot of pleasure raced up my spine and behind my eyes as I saw ‘brighter’ stars. I cried out the unexpected feeling as my head fell back, then I continued to make more smoother thrusts as my beloved’s member continued to ruthlessly rub against that spot.
“Ahhh…” I moaned as my member straightened into it’s arousing position. I jumped slightly as I felt cold hands grab a hold of my moving hips. I looked down to see Vegeta’s head tipped back on the ground as he guided my hips the way he wanted them to feel around his possibly swollen member. I smiled lustfully. ‘He must’ve thrown his head back at the feeling as well.’ My smile then frowned to disappointment. ‘I just wish he’d cry out.’
I clenched my eyes shut as the result of my movements started to build deep in my stomach again. I opened my eyes as I felt a bit of movement and saw my love looking at me…with a very aggressive look to his expression. My eyebrows raised in wonderment at the look, then I started hearing growls coming from his clenched teeth. “Vegeta?” I asked huskily.
The next second, my back was on the ground while I was being hammered into by a suddenly very passionate deceased lover as wordless growls started coming out of his constantly opening and closing mouth. My shock quickly passed as I put on my lustful mask and spread my legs wider for more access. “Oh, Vegeta…more!” I threw my head back as I clung to my mate’s arms. This time, I was clawing at him as I met his thrusts just as vigorously.
He complied as he brutally pounded into me with much more force than I thought for a corpse to have. Either that or his climax was approaching. I couldn’t hold in my cries anymore as I rambled out my pleasure. My cries stopped short when something grabbed a hold of my hair and yanked me up to Vegeta’s eye level. I panted hard with wide eyes at, once again, another unexpected move. It passed though as I brought a hand up behind my lovers’ head and held it to my mine and continued with my rambling cries.
He pressed his frozen lips to mine as if to shut me up, but he wasn’t moving them. Odd. Maybe he forgot how? I smiled slightly into his still mouth and showed him how it’s done. After only a few seconds of moving my lips against his own, I started to gasp each time he sunk into me…the pressure building and building until finally, I cried out my passion as it poured between us. I arched back, causing my love’s still unmoving lips to press against my fluttering pulse as I clung to his head from the overpowering sensation.
As a result for my carelessness, I felt a familiar pain cut into the other side of my neck. I moaned in frustration as Vegeta drank the rest of my blood greedily then I felt him pause his grinding hips as I felt his cold passion fill me. I grunted as I landed on my back with my lover on top of me, still drinking me eagerly. He thrust his hips sharply without meaning to as he tried to crawl on me a little higher to get a better access point on my neck. I groaned loudly as he hit that sensitive spot abruptly then tried not to get lost in ecstasy as my beloved attempted to drink me dry.
“Vegeta, no more!” ‘No, not yet! I’m not ready.’ I gathered the strength in my arms as I lifted them to, once again, pry him off.
He growled loudly in protest and tried to attach himself again. ‘He seems stronger now! How can this be?’ I struggled to roll my weight on top of him as he ended up on his back, gnashing his teeth toward the fresh wound as if it was a drug. ‘Or it could be that I’m getting weaker.’ I again held Vegeta’s arms on either side of his head until he calmed down. After a long millisecond, I realized I wasn’t going to be able to hang onto him much longer. He struggled against my hands and body weight as I gasped every now and then as his flaccid rod kept jabbing in the right spot.
I had to think of something fast. I then lowered my head to rest on top of his, trying to calm him. His movements eased somewhat with my head pinned against his, but he still tried to outwit me by moving his head to the side and moving around to get to his treat. ‘Its seems that the smell and taste of blood is strong for him. I was right when I thought that this would effect him in this state.’ As soon as his head was in the position of facing me, I quickly seized his lips with mine and pinned him to the ground that way.
He still seemed to struggle somewhat, but his movements decreased greatly as I continued to move my hot mouth against his cold one. After a while, he finally seemed to calm down as he let me explore his mouth again. I hesitantly let go of his hands and took a hold of his face to get better access in his sweet mouth. He grunted at the change, but stayed still. Suddenly, another kind of pain pierced my tongue. I shouted into my lover’s mouth at the unexpected sting and my eyes watered, but shortly after the pain came, something cold was soothing it. I moaned when I realized it was his tongue. He sucked on the wound until I pulled back to look at my beloved’s face. “You just can’t get enough, can you?” I smirked then wiped the blood that continued to pour out of my mouth.
All I got for an answer was a little rumble in his unmoving chest as his empty eyes became half-lidded again instead of aggressive. I traced his features with one hand as I returned the look, then settled my head against his chest. We laid together until the sun started to show it’s dim glow across the night sky. My calm thoughts quickly changed to disappointment as I snuggled more into my love’s cold body for a moment. “Time to fulfill my promise.” I say seductively, though my tone is different than what I mean.
I slowly sit up, straddling my mate’s stomach once again, then proceeded to pull his member out of me. I gasped at the pain when it plopped out and moaned in loss of the feeling, knowing I’ll miss it. I looked to see what the damage was, only to be confronted with nothing but blood. Vegeta’s appendage was covered in it, but telling whether it’s his blood or mine is where I don’t know. I moved to clean it off him, when I stopped myself. ‘We’ll just go into another round and I’ll have to get him calmed down again.’
I proceeded to crawl off of my mate then sat down next to him none too gently. I breathed heavily as I struggled to remain sitting up. I looked at my lover to see that he was watching me with those half-lidded eyes, still laying on his back. We looked at each other for a moment when I remembered what I was supposed to be getting. I struggled to crawl over to where my boots were and pulled out my shiny carving knife that I always carried on me. I turned back to my beloved and noticed that he was sitting up now. I crawled back over to him and sat on my knees.
“You’re my only reason for living. I have nothing without you, so I shall return with you. This way, we will be together forever. This has always belonged to you.” I lifted a hand over my heart. “And now you can have it.” He gave me the same expression and didn’t move or make any sounds that he understood what I just said. I smiled anyway, ‘It will become clear soon enough. Perhaps, I’ll see his actual soul when I get there.’
I took one of my mate’s hands and placed it next to my heart, then took the tip of the blade of my knife and pointed it against my skin at the edge of my heart. I breathed evenly and closed my eyes, then quickly pushed the blade past my skin and into my chest. I gasped at the pain that I’ve felt a million times before, but opened my eyes and started to cry out as I began moving the knife in a circular motion, tracing the pumping organ inside. I looked at my love’s face and noticed his empty eyes became wide again at seeing my blood pour down my stomach and thighs.
The hand that was on my chest itched toward the wound, but I held it where it was. I panted as I continued to carve my chest, cutting off all the blood supply connected to my heart. I struggled to remain conscious, then moaned as my mate began licking all the blood off my torso and legs. I paused my carving to take in the feeling of his mouth moving against my slowly cooling body and threaded my fingers through his hair. I arched into his cold mouth as he slowly worked his way up to the source of the blood flow.
Thinking that he was done cleaning away all the blood, I began moving the knife again. I grinded my teeth together as I felt everything cut away from my source of life. More blood poured out of my mouth and I whimpered as my love tried to dig his tongue into the open wound. I pushed the knife toward the last couple of inches to successfully make a hole in my chest, then dropped the knife as my arms went lax. I breathed more slowly to save my oxygen then slowly lifted my hands to the wound. I painfully reached in the bloody hole and grasped the still pumping organ and pulled it out. I screamed as I pulled on some attachments that I couldn’t quite cut and held it in my hand. It pumped a couple times as I handed it to my beloved. He eagerly took it as he drooled at the site, then proceeded to lick the thick, red liquid off of it.
I smiled softly, glad that he excepted it, then fell back against the grass…no longer able to sit up, no longer able to move, no longer able to breathe…no longer able to feel. When I cut out my beating heart, I cut out all my passion…all of my feelings. In the end, it felt like I already didn’t have a heart. Since my love died, my heart died along with him. Looking at it now, I’ve been living without my heart the whole time, but I can’t live without the one I love.
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As the human permanently lost consciousness, the corpse continued to devour the still heart, all the while it was crying tears of crimson. “Kakarot…Kakarot…Kakarot…” It continued to chant as it got a hold of whatever blood it could. After a while, it stopped and held the half-eaten organ to it’s chest as sunrise approached. It then collapsed next to it’s lover, it’s time in this world over. The two lovers laid together in death as the sun’s rays greeted their lifeless bodies.
End
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I’m gonna leave a long one here…
(1) This spell is from an Egyptian religion. Osiris is the ruler of the underworld and judge of the dead. Now, I changed a few things in this ritual, partly because it didn’t fit along with the story and so no one would try it at home. But, I took out the preliminary because I thought it was too much of a hassle. I didn’t want to change anything in the story when this part came along, so I took it out. Even though the preliminary is important, it involves attaining the blood, I didn’t think it was important in the story. So, get over it. You all will probably just google it anyway, but at least I wouldn’t be the one to show you how step by step…like in some way I wouldn’t be responsible for whatever happens to you. >.>
In the last part of the spell, it gives you the option to fill in the blank of the person’s role or job in life. I put believer ‘cause…I couldn’t think of anything else. :/ I didn’t want to put ‘murderer’ of the people because then it wouldn’t sound like it’d have any meaning.
(2) Livor mortis shows only after 8-12 hours of death. :( The skin is no longer under the muscle’s control and succumbs to gravity, then starts forming into new shapes and accentuating the bones further. I didn’t bother with the embalming process. It wasn’t necessary.
I actually looked up what happens to a body after it’s dead. Apparently, between 8-36 hours, the body is cold and stiff, but after 36 hours it’s not stiff, but still cold. Odd, no? What’s even more odd, is that rigor mortis hardly occurs in a child or infants corpse. I believe it’s because of their smaller muscle mass. And the blood, in any corpse, actually settles in parts of the body closest to the ground. Like, in the ‘backside’ and the spine, but it’ll shift if you move the body. After a few hours of death, it’ll become ‘fixed’ and the pooled blood won’t move anymore…but anyway, just some interesting facts.
Whew! 15 pages! I hope you’re all happy. I can’t begin to wonder how many times I’ve used the word ‘as.’ >.> It seems like I’ve put it in here a lot. It’s ridiculous. Oh well. So, how’d you like my version of zombie Vegeta? :) I tried to make him a passionate creature. X) Sorry if this story wasn’t horribly gory enough…or too gory, hehe. Though that’s not what I was really going for. I wanted it to be horrifying, yet sexy hehe. After all, Vegeta’s supposed to be the irresistible creature. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Listen to the song.
Okay…since I‘ve posted this story before and had a few reviews, you can do whatever you want. I just wanted to see what’ll happen if I posted the story again…if it actually shows this time. >.> Anyways, I’ve enjoyed writing this story so much! X) I hope you all were just as entertained when reading it. ^^
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