Club Zombie 1-4

by Z. Allora

  “And zombies to become.” Cut stopped zigzagging around the trees in the ravine and laughed with happiness that Storm hadn’t heard since before Cutter’s mother died.

  Storm shrugged. “Seriously, we’re going to be zombies forever. How fucking cool is that?”

  Deciding he didn’t want to wait another minute, Storm grabbed Cutter’s hand and dragged him downstream, then up the embankment to the road on the other side, where a car and their new identities were hidden. “Get in.”

  Once they were settled into the black snazzy sports car and were heading toward their mates, Cutter chuckled. “I’m just happy we don’t have to eat brains.”

  “Nope, we just need to give and get head. Seriously, this is awesome. Hey, hey! Here’s the ultimate zombie pickup line: ‘You might be my mate, so let me blow you.’”

  Cutter howled with glee. “Nice!”

  Storm elbowed him. “How about the ever popular ‘Blow me. You need my come in order to function’?”

  Cutter snorted. “Blowjobs, a zombie’s community service.”

  Storm smacked the steering wheel. “Being a zombie is going to rock. Though seriously, this is like the cheesiest plot for a porn movie I’ve ever heard.”

  Cutter chortled, then said, “And we’re starring in it.”

  Having a responsive audience, Storm continued with his one-man show. “Suck my cock and live forever.”

  “You’re fucking killing me!” Cut wiped the tears that streamed from his eyes.

  “Seriously, ‘Drink my magical zombie come.’ Or, ‘My dick will give you eternity!’” Storm didn’t care if Cutter was laughing at him, because damn it, the happy sound made him hard. He wiggled to find some room in his pants.

  In a quick shift closer, Cutter palmed Storm’s dick.

  “Aw, damn that’s good,” Storm muttered.

  Cut popped open Storm’s button on his jeans and slid the zipper down.

  Trying to keep his eyes on the road, Storm asked, “Um, what are you doing?”

  “Trying to get some of your special zombie elixir.” Cutter pulled Storm’s erection out and sucked him in deep.

  “God!” Storm arched up and forced himself to ease back into his seat, not wanting to choke Cut.

  Cutter bobbed his head at a voracious rate. He lashed his tongue and lips around Storm.

  “You’re good at that.” Storm wrapped his fingers into Cutter’s hair and guided the movements a little faster. Ah, perfect speed. “Fuck!”

  Cut paused to peek up and give him a lopsided smile. “No, fucking is for later. Sucking is for now.”

  “Jesus! I’m pulling over into the next rest area before… oh God, before I crash.” Storm drove the half mile with Cutter slurping him until he pulled off into a rest stop. He parked far away from the other cars.

  As soon as Storm threw the car into park, Cutter wiggled out of his seat belt and shifted to kneel on his seat.

  Storm slid his hand out of Cutter’s hair and down his back to the ass that taunted his dreams. He still wasn’t used to the miracle of being able to touch freely, but now Storm cupped Cutter’s ass and squeezed. Nice and firm. He could understand the appeal of spanking him. He smacked him once.

  Cut moaned and thrust back into Storm’s palm, working his mouth harder.

  Spanking Cutter’s ass some more was a turn on, not because of the action, but because Cut went wild, writhing, begging, and sucking. His mouth could compete with a vacuum. So perfect.

  “That’s it!” Storm dropped his head back on the headrest. He came and came to a glorious conclusion. Headlights of a passing car yanked him out of his blissful state.

  Cut licked him clean and zipped Storm away. Damn, that was good.

  The man he’d loved for years sat down in the passenger seat and slid his zipper open. His erection jutted out of his pants, tip leaking.

  “Um, Cut what are you doing?” Storm’s mouth was watering. He wanted to suck on him.

  “Wondering if you’ve done your community service?”

  Storm shook his head. He pressed a quick kiss onto Cutter’s mouth and shimmied down to rectify the situation with some very sexy volunteering.

  Shit! Their little blowjob detour took longer than Cutter had expected. He rushed through Club Zombie, dragging Storm behind him, and stopped in front of room 28. Eyeing Storm, he asked, “You ready?”

  After the guilt of falling in love with two other men besides Storm, the shock of the whole zombie thing seemed almost irrelevant. Though Cutter was relieved he wasn’t a cheating bastard like his father. His overwhelming feelings for multiple people were all part of the zombie thing.

  Cutter always dreamed about being accepted. He had no family to miss him and was super excited to become part of a community. No one looked down on him for growing up poor and not having a direction other than keeping Storm in his life. Becoming a zombie meant he’d have an eternity to figure out his future.

  The doctor told him he could even go to art school. Best of all, he’d get Storm, Uli, and Alex to be his forever.

  Storm squeezed his hand and in his usual form threw open the door.

  No time for second-guesses. Forever waited.

  Cut flew into the room. He propelled himself into the arms of Uli, who danced him around while pressing joyful kisses all over his face, and then captured his mouth in one long, wet lip-lock. Mmmm, the kiss was delicious.

  When Uli spun them apart, Cutter landed against solid muscle. Damn. He inhaled Alex’s scent mixed with leather as his gaze trailed a perfectly proportioned body to the face of a model. Master!

  Alex slid his fingertips along the back of Cutter’s neck, causing delicious shivers, wrapped his hand into a chuck of hair, and tugged enough to harden Cut’s cock. He gripped his waist and held Cutter firmly in place.

  Swoon. He froze, waiting for a clue on what Alex expected.

  “Part your lips,” his Master whispered.

  Cutter opened his mouth.

  Alex drew closer, but his mouth stayed an inch away. His spearmint-freshened breath caressed Cutter. God, he was desperate for the kiss his Master’s lips touching his promised, but he dared not move. In the distance he heard Uli say, “Mmmm, Storm. You taste like Cutter,” then more kissing sounds.

  Cutter blew a breath out across Alex’s lips to entice him into a kiss.

  “Topping from the bottom?” Alex asked with mock sternness.

  Cut’s lips twitched, and a bit of unrestrained laughter broke through. Alex was dominant without trying, but when he tried to act toppy, it was hysterical.

  After a quick smile, Alex finally claimed his mouth in a kiss made much sweeter by anticipation. The kiss turned fiery in seconds, but Alex pulled back.

  Cut couldn’t help it, he said, “If being pushy gets me kissed like that, then hell, yeah.”

  That earned him a pop on the ass with Alex’s palm.

  “Yeah! Was that for swearing or for topping from the bottom?” Cut rutted his arousal against Alex’s.

  Alex peered down at him and asked, “Why?”

  “’Cause I want to do whatever it was again.” He intended on getting more of Alex’s attention.

  Alex chuckled but smacked his butt twice more.

  Storm and Uli joined them in laughter.

  “Geez, get a room.” Storm cupped Ulrich’s ass as if he needed to protect the jean pockets.

  Ulrich traced the waves of Storm’s dark hair with his fingers and blew Cut a kiss.

  Fuck! Cutter was a lucky man. Three wonderful guys and they were all for him. Each one brought something the others didn’t have to the relationship.

  This was it. Uli had been waiting for this moment for years, had been yearning for his soul mate to claim him.

  Granted, his sight hadn’t allowed him to see three of them, or maybe he’d ignored the impossibility when he saw three. But now it was impossible to imagine he’d survive without having what each of them offered. Each one of his mates held a part vital to his soul.
/>   What if Storm and Cutter said they didn’t want to be zombies? His hands started to sweat, and he pulled his fingers out of Storm’s glossy hair. He sniffed and turned away.

  He and Alex had spoken of a contingency. The plan was they’d stay with Cut and Storm until they passed from this world, and after their bodies ceased to function, they hoped to join them in death. God, watching these beautiful men age would be heartbreaking but—

  “And so the doctor helped us. The records will be fixed, but the less everyone knows the better.”

  “What?” Perhaps Uli’s English wasn’t as good as he’d believed.

  Alex grinned at him and stroked his face. Shit, he’d given up on trying not to snuggle when Alex touched him—the temptation couldn’t be resisted. “Storm and Cut intentionally set their car on fire so it would explode.”

  “Why?” He shook his head. Everyone smiled. This was good?

  Cut quickly kissed Storm. He giggled and shared more news, speaking directly to Uli. “The jackass finally said he loved me today right as the cops were arriving. Great timing, huh?”

  Storm waved him off. “I’ve always told him I loved him. I can’t imagine why he assumed I didn’t. You know what they say about assuming….”

  Uli didn’t know what they said about assuming and didn’t know why that would matter. What the hell was happening?

  Cut may have been submissive to Alex, but he got in Storm’s face. “The whole ‘we can never do this again’ speech didn’t leave much room for assumption.”

  Shrugging, Storm gave him an apology sort of kiss.

  Cut’s sweet whimper signaled his acceptance.

  Ulrich’s heart clenched, and his brain tried to process why Alex had a smile plastered on his face.

  This was it, then.

  Though his heart shattered at losing them, Uli could be content that they would have the love of each other even if they rejected Alex and him. But why kiss him and Alex like they were dying for them? “Why’d you blow up your car?”

  “Why else? Um, to be with you guys.” Cut bounced from foot to foot. He glanced from Alex to Uli and back to Alex. “You both said you wanted that. I mean, you do want us, don’t you?”

  Storm stepped in front of Cut and then crossed his arms over his chest. He started to glare at Uli and Alex.

  Elation spread through Uli as he tugged Cut into his arms. “What? Of course, we want you!”

  Uli grabbed Alex and Storm by their shirts and melted into them. Anxious hands and eager lips would have led them down one path, but Alex pulled back.

  Alex studied each of them before asking, “This means you’re you ready to do the exchange?”

  “Yes!” Cut dragged Alex down to his lip level and into another kiss.

  Storm chuckled. “Yes. We were ready a few hours after you told us, but the doctor said we had to wait until we’d be able to leave our lives permanently.”

  Alex led his men to the large platform heaped high with bedding and pillows in rich jewel tones—golds, purples, blues, and magentas.

  Uli had kept swiping them from the main lounge. Beau had given them matching sheets and a blanket of silk, satin, and cotton. The different textures of the fabrics heightened every touch traded.

  Alex reached under the bedding to pull out three packages and handed one to each of them. Cutter held his shiny silver package close to his heart as tears gathered in his eyes. “Thank you.”

  “Thanks, but it’s not my birthday.” Storm shrugged and ripped open his box.

  Uli peered into Storm’s box and offered, “Wow. Let me put it on for you.” Uli fastened the chain that held four entwined rings, which rested right over Storm’s heart.

  Storm sniffed and cleared his throat. He toyed with the rings in various shades of gold, but didn’t look at anyone.

  Uli opened his gift and exclaimed, “Oh, awesome. I always wanted one of these.” He held out his arm for Alex to strap the bracelet on him. “I match Storm.”

  “Of course.” Alex had poured a lot of his energy into the jewelry. Each piece had four different-colored gold rings worked into the design. He wanted them to be the perfect representation of all of them together.

  Uli and Storm glanced over at Cut, who clutched his rectangle box as tears spilled onto his cheeks.

  “Open it, Cut,” Storm whispered.

  When Cutter opened the box, revealing the collar, he made a strangled sound that couldn’t be swallowed by the hand that covered his mouth. He ran his fingers over the leather, and then reverently touched the centerpiece—four rings of gold.

  Cutter sniffed and raised his gaze. “I love it…. I love each of you. I’ve always loved Storm. When I fell for you guys, I didn’t know what to do. I mean, how could it ever work?”

  “Does it?” Uli asked in a soft voice.

  Cutter nodded and traced the entwined rings on his collar. “It does. Uli’s my yellow ring. He brings magic and makes me laugh like no one else. Storm is my white-gold ring; he’s always been there and knows me better than anyone. And Alex is my rose-gold ring, giving me what no one else can.”

  Sweet Cutter rested a hand over his heart as if to stop himself from breaking down further.

  Alex took the leather neckband. “May I collar you, Cut?”

  “Please.” Cut quickly pushed the hair off the nape of his neck.

  They’d have a more formal ceremony later, and maybe even a contract, but settling the collar around Cutter’s neck felt right. To have Uli wearing his bracelet, Storm toying with his necklace, and to have Cutter encircled by his collar was perfection. Tracing Cut’s skin under the leather made Alex’s needy mates shiver as if they all experienced his touch.

  He pulled out a ring with four intertwined types of gold to place on the fourth finger of his left hand. “I can make matching rings later, if you’d like, but I wanted each of you to understand and believe how much I love you. As I was making them, I envisioned what each of you bring to me… to us. Why each of us is a necessary part of the whole. Without any one of us, the loss would be intolerable. By doing the blood exchange, we’ll be tethered. None of us will ever be adrift again.”

  Uli took Cutter’s face in his hands to kiss him. “I love you.” He grabbed Storm’s ass to plant a hot kiss on his mouth. “I love you.” He turned to Alex. “And I love you.” He fluttered his lips and tongue over Alex’s mouth, and then he deepened the kiss. Sighing, he stepped back.

  All eyes turned to Storm.

  “What? Don’t expect pretty words ’cause you know I ain’t got none.” He frowned, then rolled his eyes.

  In unison, Alex, Ulrich, and Cutter folded their arms and stared at Storm.

  Storm groaned. “Fine. I love you and you and, of course, you. I don’t get why we need to keep talking about this. Of course, I love each of you. I’m not stupid! You’re all kind and shit. Hot as hell—”

  Having had enough of Storm’s show of jackassery, Alex cleared his throat.

  Storm dropped his head and then shook it. When he looked at them, he said, “Fine! I can’t live without any of you, and I wouldn’t want to try.”

  Cut and Uli’s “Aww” got an eye roll.

  Storm turned away. “Now can we just pretend I said it was ’cause you all give great head? Let’s get to the bloodletting and be done with the emotional crap.”

  Cut tackled him, knocking him into the pile of pillows, and kissed him.

  Uli smirked at Alex before his eyes flashed and the little demon dove in to help Cutter by pulling off Storm’s shirt.

  Checking his dominance at the door, Alex jumped into the fray and pulled off Uli’s shirt and his own.

  Storm pulled a penknife out of his pocket. Uli grabbed the alcohol from under the bed. Even though sanitizing the pointy end wasn’t necessary, he did anyway. Alex wasn’t going to stop him.

  Uli must have read his mind because he said to Cut and Storm, “We don’t need to do this. Zombies can’t get sick or catch human diseases, but old habits die hard.”
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  “Don’t I know it?” Cutter grabbed the knife from Uli, twirled the blade in his hand, and held the handle out toward Alex. “You make the cuts. I can’t. Well, I can.”

  Storm smacked him in the ass for the poor joke.

  Cutter shook his head. “But I don’t do that anymore.”

  Uli presented his chest.

  Alex inhaled and made a small incision over Uli’s heart.

  Ulrich hissed.

  When the air became scented with the droplets, Alex’s mouth watered. He licked at the wound, which made Uli moan. Alex moved back and Storm and Cut swiped their tongues over the slice.

  Storm rubbed the front of his jeans. “Damn, I think I’m a vampire.” He licked his lips and snickered. “Am I all sparkly and shit?”

  Everyone laughed until Alex cut his own chest.

  Storm groaned and straddled Alex’s waist. With the assistance on either side from Uli and Cut, they pushed Alex back onto the pile of pillows.

  Alex couldn’t distinguish whose tongue was whose, only that his mates licked at him.

  When he’d have lost his determination to do the exchange and made love to each of them instead, it was Storm who made him focus. “Two more cuts, man. Let’s do this shit.”

  Right! Alex reached deep and found his center. He carefully sliced Storm and everyone licked him.

  Cut instantly lay back like a sacrificial lamb, willing to give everything. He’d been seeing his therapist several times a week and had come to Alex more than once to bring him to that quiet place. The smile of anticipation on Cutter’s face disturbed Alex. Still more work to be done.

  “Cut! You may not enjoy the cut, but you will love our tongues. Understood?” Alex used the voice that could call out any submissive in a ten-mile radius.

  This was the first direct order he’d given that truly mattered. Cut frowned and nodded. When the blade opened his skin, Cutter cried out in pain, not pleasure. “Ow! That fucking hurts.”

  Alex breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want the bonding process to cause a setback by enticing Cutter to regress. “Now, experience the happiness we can give you.”