Just Delicious

Just Delicious

Warnings: Grave robbing,
abuse, violence, supernatural, zombies, gore, cannibalism, death, bastardized
Wufei, language, AU, OOC, dark.

Pairings: 5x2

Rating: R, or maybe NC-17, I’m
never quite clear when it comes to gore.

          “Stupid, faggot whore!” Wufei
screamed, whipping his belt across Duo’s face, who was cowering on the floor,
remnants of a broken dish biting into his hands.

          “You can’t do anything right! You’re lazy! Stupid! Loud!
Clumsy! Slow! Annoying!” with each insult, Wufei hit his husband with the belt
over his thighs, buttocks, back, stomach, feet, and arms. Duo cried a little,
but did not scream. Such harsh treatment was normal in this household. If Duo
had a dollar for every bone he had broken that year alone, he could afford to
leave Wufei and live on his own. Right now, he was getting smacked around for
dropping a dish. God forbid he did something really bad… It was safe to say the
Duo no longer loved his husband, hadn’t for quite sometime. But, Duo had no
money and knew that nothing short of death would free him of Wufei’s tyranny,
but also knew that he didn’t have it in him to kill another person, no matter
how much he hated him. So, for now, he was stuck with his brute of a husband.

          As for Wufei, he loved to eat. That was the reason why he
had married Duo in the first place. Besides Wufei being a bully and Duo being
rather timid, thus easy to control, Duo could cook! And since Duo did anything Wufei asked of him, class=GramE>great meals were plenty, and tonight was no different.
Yesterday, Wufei had bought a great big piece of liver, which was his favorite,
and Duo was going to cook it for dinner tonight. He couldn’t wait.

          After Wufei left for work, Duo put Bactine
on his wounds, as usual, and started to prepare for dinner. He mixed in
vegetables, spices, and herbs, and left the liver out on top of the stove to simmer
for the rest of the afternoon. He then stripped out of his apron, jeans, and
blue t-shirt and took a shower. The hot water felt so good on his aching flesh.
Feeling more relaxed, he slipped naked into bed and
took a short nap.

          Duo woke just in time at 4:30. He put on a gray pair of
sweatpants and a red shirt. He set the table and went to get the liver… but it
was gone. In its place was a black cat with a single white ear and intense
green eyes.

          “Suri!”
Duo yelled. Duo’s pet stray meowed at him, licking his lips, sated by the scrumptious
meal.

          “Bad cat!” Suri
leaped through the open window he had gotten in from. Duo fell to his knees.

          “Now what am I going to do?” Duo stared at the clock. It
was too late in the day to go out and buy a new one, but he had an idea.

          The city morgue wasn’t far from their house and it was just
as easy breaking in as getting there. So, here he was, 4:40 in the afternoon,
standing in the morgue over a recent dead body with a scalpel. But, in
retrospect, he was still alive, though he wouldn’t be for long if Wufei came
home to find no dinner, and a dead body was just meat, really. Duo was no
surgeon, but knew enough about the human body to remove a liver.

          As Duo cut into the body, he was surprised to find that
dead skin was a lot like plastic, and better still, it wouldn’t bleed all over
the place. Really, the only gross part was when he had to put on the latex
gloves and slip his hand into the gaping wound he had made and look for the
large, dark organ. It was a lot like sticking his hand in a bowl of cold, mushy
spaghetti, but worse.

          Wufei came home at six, as usual, and by then Duo fortunately
had the liver ready. He didn’t eat any himself, saying he wasn’t hungry, but
Wufei liked it enough that they both went to bed without incident.

          Duo had always been a light sleeper and living with Wufei
had made him even more on his toes. So, when something started to move
downstairs, Duo was wide awake.

          ‘It’s only Suri,’ he thought, ‘I
closed the window but he always finds another way in.’ Pots and pans clanged in
the kitchen below. Duo tightened his grip on the pillow. Wufei didn’t stir. The
stairs creaked as something walked on them, something definitely bigger than a
cat. Duo sat up, looking into the darkness beyond the open door. Shadows moved
as the footsteps came closer and closer.

          ‘It’s nothing, nothings’ there. I’m just imagining things
or I’m really asleep.’

          Suddenly, the shadows created a form and someone emerged
from the doorway. It was the man from the morgue, his wound still gaping and
startlingly red, greenish white pus leaking from open sores all over the
ghastly white, plastic like skin.

          “Liver… my liver,” the words spilled distorted from the
zombie’s meaty lips and decayed teeth.

          “He has it!” Duo yelled, pointing at Wufei. As the thing
leapt onto Wufei and bit at his neck, Duo rolled off the bed. He watched in
satisfaction as Wufei screamed while the creature ripped him apart. It took
only moments before Wufei stopped moving and his dripping stomach was hanging
from the corpse’s gnarled fingers. The specter once again disappeared into the
night, its heavy weight making the stairs creak as it made its way downstairs.

          Duo bit into the red-brown piece of meat with gusto. It was
a bit salty, but the flavor was definitely unique. Happy mewls filled the
quiet, but happy kitchen as Suri ate from his bowl
that was filled with plenty of raw, red meat. In the trash bin, tan fingertips poked
out. Duo smiled as he took another bite. Wufei had been right about one thing,
he was a hell of a cook.

The End

Ok, I just want to make one
thing clear because people have been confused about the ending: no, Duo did not
suddenly submerge himself in the fine lifestyle of cannibalism. That was Wufei
they were eating, not some random guy he picked up. After this, he will stop
eating people, it was just a great screw you since Wufei loved Duo’s cooking. I
thought about making the zombie Heero, but decided that that would be an
entirely different fic than the one I wanted to write
and would involve some sort of nasty necrophilia relationship (nasty because
Duo was the one who made the wound) and I have yet to write zombie porn. Once
again, not the kind of fic this was meant to be.