You Felt the Bite; Now You'll Be One

HI GUYS DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT'S BEEN SINCE THE LAST TIME I POSTED ANYTHING ON BUZZNET??? I MISSED YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACES EVEN THOUGH YOU GUYS PROBABLY DON'T REMEMBER ME. so anyway, this is my very first kellic fic. oh and my first gay fic. AND my first smutfic. SMUUUUUUUUUUT. here it goooooes :3 hope ya like it! xoxoxo, -k

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           The scent of blood, warm, human blood, floods Kellin’s nostrils, overpowering the ever-present odor of rotting flesh mixed with bodily fluids.  The fact that he is in a forest, and a very dense forest at that, does nothing but irritate him, the trees only standing in his way and blocking the path between him and delicious, delectable human skin.  Yum.

            Before he was a zombie, he was Kellin Quinn, singer of Sleeping With Sirens.  He had everything anyone could want: A successful band, adoring fans, a clothing line, a loving wife, and the cutest daughter in the world.  Unfortunately, all of this came to an end, just as most good things tend to do over the passage of time.

            The last few days of his human life are really nothing but a blur in the back of his mind anymore, but if he really focuses and tries to think hard, he can remember a few details.

Katelynne had come home from the grocery store with a fever, so Kellin helped her settle on the couch, wrapped up tightly under a warm blanket.  He put their daughter Copeland in her baby seat to the left of the couch and then headed into the kitchen to make Katelynne some food.  While he prepared her dinner, vegetarian chili, Katelynne had been flipping through the channels on TV, finally stopping to watch a story on the 6 o’clock news.  It had said something about a rare disease outbreak ravaging the country from coast to coast, seemingly showing no discrimination against any person of any gender, age, or race.  The disease, which appeared to be a new strain of the toxoplasmosa gondii, a bacterium which grows primarily inside the intestines of cats, was untraceable and unnoticeable until the symptoms were obvious to anyone.  The symptoms included a high fever, yellow-colored and/or dry, flaky skin, a lack of concentration on any one thing, and, in some cases, the desire to bite other humans, even in those who don’t have odaxelagnia.  Supposedly the disease was only able to be passed on if the saliva of an infected person mixed with the blood of a healthy person, but no research had been completed because anyone who got close enough to observe and study the patients with the disease always ended up infected as well.

“Hey!” Kellin shouted from the kitchen. “Maybe that’s what you have.  It’s like a zombie disease or something!  How cool would it be if you turned into a zombie?”

From the couch in the living room, Katelynne emitted from her lips a shaky, nervous sound that could pass as a laugh.  “Oh, yes, Kellin, I’m going to be a zombie and I’m going to eat your brains!” she said sarcastically.

What Katelynne didn’t say, however, is that as she had parked her car in the grocery store parking lot earlier in the afternoon, she had tried to break up a fight between two schoolchildren.  The kids hadn't been fighting with just their fists, though; they had been pulling hair, clawing at each other’s skin, and biting as hard as they could.  As she pulled them apart, one of the children had landed a sharp chomp into the soft, warm flesh of her upper left arm, his teeth breaking her skin and drawing a bead of vermillion-colored blood.

A few moments later, Kellin brought a bowl of vegetarian chili to Katelynne.  She put a spoonful of the substance into her mouth, the taste making her gag slightly. Kellin’s face fell.  “You don’t like it?” he asked, his green eyes making him look like a puppy that had been kicked too many times.

“No, it’s good!” Katelynne had told him.  “I think I’m just too sick to eat.  Sorry, babe.”

“It’s okay!” Kellin had told her, his good mood returning again once he realized that Katelynne didn’t think his chili sucked.  “Maybe you’ll want it later.”

Turning to face him as best as she could, she whispered, “Yeah, maybe.”

For a few minutes, Katelynne and Kellin had sat in silence, Katelynne’s too-loud, too-fast heartbeat being the only sound.  Katelynne felt hungry, kind of, but nothing sounded good… until her gaze landed on her daughter.  Stomach rumbling, Katelynne slowly stood up and walked to Copeland’s baby seat.  She picked up the child, contemplating the details of her face.  Before a rational thought could cross her mind, she sunk her teeth into the baby’s flesh, not stopping until there was no more Copeland.  Then, Katelynne turned to Kellin.  She bit into his skin and tore a large chunk of it away, the succulent flesh tasting better than any food she had eaten in a while.  The juicy flavors of her husband danced across her tongue, a decadent confection.  Kellin screamed, and for the first time since her feast had begun, Katelynne realized what she was doing.  She froze, her face contorted into a grimace that was lost somewhere in between agony and pleasure. Kellin’s sense of reality faded to an endless wave of black.  His motionless body fell to the floor, blood pooling around where he lay.

Shocked and horrified by what she had done and knowing she wouldn’t be able to live with herself, Katelynne ran into the kitchen, pulled a knife from the butcher’s block, and stabbed it straight into her heart.

Just as Katelynne breathed her last, Kellin regained consciousness.  He could feel his stomach turning, his blood boiling.  Without thinking for even a split second about what he had become and what this now meant to him, he ran out the front door of what had once been his home.  Tasting the air around him, Kellin prepared to go track down his first meal.

One thing Kellin had learned in the three months that he had been a zombie was that it was always good to try to stay around suburban areas.  There were no crazed, redneck hillbilly freaks holding a gun and waiting to put a bullet in the center of anything that moved, which would be a constant danger if Kellin had migrated to the countryside.  There were not a lot of other zombies that he had to compete with for a meal, which would have been a consequence of moving to the city.  Although sometimes it was lonely, at least this way Kellin knew he would always have someone to eat and a high probability of staying safe from zombie hunters.

Tonight, though, something was different.  Back when Kellin was a human, Sleeping With Sirens had toured with another band, Pierce The Veil.  The singer of Pierce the Veil was a sexy little Mexican named Victor Fuentes, or just Vic.   If he was going to be honest with himself, Kellin would admit that he had always had a bit of a “thing” for Vic, and even though he was happily married with a child, Kellin could never get thoughts of Vic out of his head.  But now, of course, Kellin was a zombie, and he wasn’t happily married with a child anymore.  Since it had been so long since he had done anything music-related, Kellin had mostly forgotten his feelings about Vic, at least until that moment.

Stepping around the body of a fallen zombie in the street, Kellin had been focusing on the scent of human flesh.  It was close; all that Kellin had to do was find it.  Everything had been going according to plan until he heard that familiar laugh, and then an acoustic guitar played the opening music for one of Pierce The Veil’s songs, “Caraphernelia.”  Kellin stood still, the music pulsing through his undead, still, stone-cold heart, and then there’s that voice. “Sunshine, there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night!” it sings.

Vic.

There was no mistaking that voice, that laugh.  Kellin new without a doubt that he was only a few feet away from the person who used to be his best friend back when they were both alive, both alive and not a slimy, gross creature from the undead.  And oh, god, Vic’s skin smelled so amazing… Kellin remembered how hungry he was.

Running to the beat of the song, the lyrics flooding his senses, he hurried into an abandoned building.  Now he didn’t have to use his sense of smell to hunt for Vic anymore, because he could follow the sound of the music.  Kellin ducked into a small room.  His gaze wondered throughout the area, finally settling on a small figure in a dark corner.  Stealthily, Kellin crawled across the floor, hiding both behind and under any available object so he wouldn’t be seen.  Finally, he reached his destination.  Kellin was crouched under a table directly behind Vic.  Slowly and silently, he moved so that he was no longer hidden in a crouch but instead standing right at the back of the other male.  Kellin was thankful that he no longer had to breathe, because if he did, Vic would feel his hot breath on the back of his neck.  He stood still and let Vic finish his song.

 As soon as Vic stops singing and places his guitar on the floor, Kellin sprang up and wrapped his hands around Vic’s throat, holding his body in place as he breathed in the delicious scent.  The horrified look on the Mexican's face and the inaudible phrases he shouted in fear only added to Kellin’s enjoyment as he prepared to eat his best friend.

”Kellim?” Vic shrieked, his eyes noticing all of the features of the Sleeping With Sirens singer.  “What the fuck are you doing? Stop!”

Kellin didn’t stop, the idea of sinking his teeth into Vic’s flesh being too much of a good thing for him to stop what he was doing simply because Vic had recognized him.  “No,” he growled, salivating at the mouth.

“Kellin… I don’t know what is wrong with you, but stop… please…” Vic sighed, almost ready to give up on any chance of surviving.

            Vic’s broken gaze as he realized that he was about to die flickered into Kellin’s line of vision, making his undead heart skip a beat.  Kellin couldn’t do this.  He couldn’t murder his best friend just because he was hungry. “Vic,” he breathed.  “I’m sorry…”

            He released the other male from his grasp.  Vic stared up at him, still horrified.  “What’s wrong with you?” he questioned.

            “You know that toxoplasmosa gondii thing that turns people into zombies?”  Kellin asked, preparing to explain his story to Vic.

            “Do you… do you have that?”

            “Yes, Vic. I’m a zombie now.”

            “And you were going to fucking eat me?”

            “You just smell really good…”

            “That’s not right.  At all.”

            “But I’m still the same Kellin you’ve always known.  I just eat people now.  Please don’t hate me, Vic!  I promise I’ll never try to eat you again!”  Kellin begged.

            Sighing, Vic looked at him.  “You just tried to eat me, and you expect me to let that slip by.  You want me to believe that you, a zombie, won’t try to make a meal out of me again.”

            Seeing Vic had changed something in Kellin.  He wasn’t just a flesh-eating member of the undead now, not anymore.  Vic had brought back Kellin Quinn, and he had to do something to make him realize that.

            Kellin didn’t know what to say.  Instead of trying to speak again, he stared into the Mexican's eyes, trying to mentally plead with Vic to understand.

            “Come here,” Vic said, rolling his eyes.  He hugged Kellin, letting him know that he was forgiven and that everything was okay now.

            Kellin smiled.  “Thank you, Vic.”  The hug brought back so many memories, from that drunken summer at Warped Tour to the time that Vic held him and wiped his tears when Katelynne had threatened to leave with their daughter while Sleeping With Sirens was on tour.  Kellin and Vic had always been extremely close, even for best friends.  Because of that, it only halfway surprised each of them when their lips met in a passionate kiss, locking the two males together and spilling both of their emotions right onto the other.

            They broke apart, cheeks flushed and out of breath.  “Kellin,” Vic breathed, needing him more with each passing second.  “Kiss me again.”

Kellin pressed his lips to Vic’s again.  Then he pulled away and began placing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down Vic’s neck, wrapping his arms tightly around the other man.  Vic was breathing heavily, his hands entangled in Kellin’s dark hair.  Kellin sucked on his neck, biting the skin gently.  He wasn’t thinking about how good Vic would taste as a meal, but rather just simply how much he wanted him, all of him, and he wanted him right then.  Vic’s hands roamed over every surface of Kellin’s body, buried under his shirt and touching his back.  Kellin moaned in pleasure as Vic’s hands got closer and closer to the waistband of his jeans.

Laying both of them down on the floor, Kellin rolled over on top of Vic.  He lifted Vic’s shirt over his head and threw it across the room.  Below him, Vic was both lustful and forceful.  Vic stuck his hands into Kellin’s jeans, stroking Kellin’s rapidly-hardening cock.  Kellin, nerves racked with waves of pleasure, knew he wouldn’t last long enough to do what he wanted with Vic if the other male continued to touch him in that fashion.  “Vic, stop, I’m gonna…!”

He pushed Vic’s hand away and swung his leg over the other man’s hips.  Kellin first pulled Vic’s jeans away from his body, and then his own followed in one sweep.  Their lips crashed together, both of their desperation for more physical contact bleeding into the passionate, fervent kiss.

Kellin pulled away from the kiss and put a few fingers into his mouth, trying to use spit as lubrication.  He pulled his fingers out with a loud, succulent pop! sound and dragged his hand around to Vic’s ass.  Pushing his fingers inside, he moved it, stretching the tight hole.  Kellin could feel Vic clenching around his fingers.  Vic groaned, showing the pain he was feeling. “You okay?  Want me to stop?” Kellin asked.

“I’m fine. Don’t stop,” Vic grunted in response.

Trying to alleviate some of Vic’s pain, Kellin pressed a few gentle kisses against the sensitive skin of his neck.  Kellin continued to move his fingers in Vic’s ass.  Vic moaned, and something about the sound of it told Kellin that it wasn’t a moan of pain but rather a moan of pleasure.  “Right there?”

Vic’s voice was shaky as he responded.  “Kells… whatever you just did… do it again.”  Another pleasure-filled moan escaped his mouth.

Instead of giving in to Vic’s wishes, Kellin pulled his fingers out.  “Shh,” he laughed, noticing the confusion written plainly across his face.  Positioning them both, he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock.  Wrapped up in Vic’s warm heat, the intense pleasure made him buck his hips, doing everything he could to hit Vic’s prostate with every second or third thrust.  Kellin watched Vic’s facial expressions for any hint of when he was going to come.  “Vic, are you okay?”

The low, guttural moan that came from low in Vic’s throat told Kellin how close Vic was to coming.  Feeling Vic’s muscles contracting around his cock, Kellin’s toes curled inwards, and stars exploded behind his eyes.  None of the sounds that either male made had any point behind them, but the various curse words mixed in with moans of pleasure and each other’s names just clearly showed what the other was feeling.

Vic was the first to raise up.  He sat beside Kellin, tracing patterns on his bare chest.  Vic wasn’t sure what their sex had meant for his and Kellin’s relationship, or what the fact that Kellin was a zombie would mean, either, but at that moment, he didn’t care.  In all honesty, ever since he and Kellin had become close friends, Vic had liked him a little more than he should.  He wasn’t sure that Kellin felt the same way, but he was pretty sure that he did, although he had a wife and daughter.

“Kellin?” Vic said the other male’s name in a questioning tone.

Opening his eyes and staring into Vic’s deep brown orbs, he brushed his hands the Mexican’s hair lightly.  “What?”

Vic’s breath caught in his throat as he prepared to spill his guts to Kellin.  “I think I might love you.”

“I love you too, Vic,” Kellin responded, softly rubbing his lips against Vic’s.

“I don’t care if you’re sick, I don’t care if you're contagious. I would kiss you even if you were dead,” Vic sang quietly, the lyrics coming from a Pierce The Veil song called “I Don’t Care If You’re Contagious.”  “Kellin, I don’t care if you're a zombie.  I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“This zombie disease passes through biting, Vic… do you want me to bite you so you can be undead with me?” Kellin asked.

Not really thinking it through, but at the same time knowing that if he did give the proposition a lot of thought, his answer would still be the same, Vic bent down to Kellin’s ear and brushed the hair away.  “Yes,” he whispered, and pressed a kiss against Kellin’s lips.

 

-          The End