AGNES LEFAY

I was too damn hot. Too damn hungry. And too damn squashed to sleep anymore.

It was just before dawn and I had woken up sandwiched between Conner and Jay. Not a bad place to be except for the fact that their bodies were like lit furnaces.

I still had my head resting on Jay's perfectly chiselled chest, but Conner must have snuck in through the night and was now spooning me from behind. His arm wrapped snugly around my waist and his handsome face buried at the nape of my neck. His soft snores blowing hot air across my skin and invoking goose bumps everywhere. I felt safe and protected between them, like nothing could touch me.

My head pounded and my eyes were puffy and dry from my sob fest yesterday. All the stress and worry had reached a fever pitch until the crack appeared and the dam of emotions finally broke and came pouring out. Once all that ugliness was released, there was no way of shoving it back in. It just had to run it's course.

And it had. I was still scared, worried and stressed but the pressure had been released and it didn't feel like it sat as heavy on my chest anymore.

The guys had been great yesterday. Not one word was uttered throughout my embarrassing display of weakness. I hated that they had seen me that way but it helped that no one had acknowledged it. They just let me get on with it and get what I needed from my chest only offering comfort when I had sought it. I'm not one to sit around and talk about my feelings and thankfully, they understood that.

I realise now that I had been living in a state of shock these past few days, adrenaline fuelling my body. But my breakdown allowed me to remove the rose tinted glasses I was wearing and finally let me see the world as it currently was and really helped me put things into perspective. There were bigger and worse things going on outside the walls of my tiny apartment and on the grand scheme of things, I didn't come away too badly.

Yes, I was dead. But it could have been so much worse than that. I could have been one of those mindless zombies on the TV and not exist past the lust for human flesh.

Instead I was in bed with two extremely hot guys and only craving my meat a little rarer than I usually liked. Ok, so a lot rarer but my point is, I don't have the urge to tear that flesh from another persons body. Silver linings and all that.

Just thinking of meat, however, reminded me of how hungry I was once again. It had been nearly another twenty four hours since I had eaten those steaks that Conner had fed me. Flashbacks flooding my mind of him pressed up against me, his lips against mine. I pressed my thighs together trying to relieve the ache between them.

My mouth watered and my stomach gurgled when I remembered that there was one juicy steak left in the refrigerator in the kitchen. Now, I just had to figure out how to get of the bed without disturbing the guys. This should be fun with how closely packed together we were.

Instead of sitting up and having to dislodge Conner's protective arm from around me, I decided that my best exit strategy would be to wiggle down the bed feet first and slither out of the bottom like a snake. It was only when I was half way down that I actually thought to myself that I may have made a mistake. As I looked to my left, I found that I was eyes to eye with Conner's well endowed erection. Thankfully he didn't sleep totally in the nude and his very impressive bulge was covered with a pair of black boxer briefs. He could have taken my eye out with that thing!

I licked my lips and allowed my self a few moments of indulgence, having a good and unashamed stare before carrying on my journey and slipping out on to the hardwood floor of the bedroom. The cold reminding me of how naked I was.

Tiptoeing over to my closet, I rummaged through the clothes that had been tossed to the floor searching for something to wear. I could see Conner's discarded white t-shirt on the top of my dresser out of the corner of my eye and the temptation to put it on and envelope myself in his scent once again was seriously strong. I felt lost without that simple comfort around me. But after spending the past two days in his shirt, I decided that maybe it was a good idea that I finally got dressed into something a little more functional. After all, we had no idea what was around the next corner. And after the impromptu visit from the soldiers yesterday, we needed to be prepared for any eventuality. Including making a run for it.

I silently fist pumped the air when I found my favourite pair of black shorts with the silver stitching that made my ass look like, well, like I had one and a simple white camisole. I pulled open the top drawer of my dresser, grabbing my underwear before getting dressed and padding out of the room.

I turned to take one last look at the guys sleeping forms before I left the room but had to bite my lip to fight back a surge of laughter at the sight of them.

Conner had taken up my place on Jay's chest and they were snuggled in to each others arms with Conner's leg thrown over Jay's thigh and his head tucked under his chin. They both looked so cute together. But more than that. They looked hot! My mind instantly wondered back to the kiss that Conner had planted on an unsuspecting Jay and in an instant the ache was back between my thighs. Making me wonder what it would be like to be with both of these beautiful men at the same time. To watch them be together. This was totally a new fantasy for me and I was surprised at how creative and filthy my mind was getting since I had died!

But at the end of the day, even though it was something I was very interested in, I knew it could never happen. I mean it's just not the way things are.

Turning on my heal I headed out of the door, softly closing it behind me as not to disturb them.

Making my way through the dark living room, I quietly passed by a sleeping Blake on the sofa. His face encased in the early morning light looked so peaceful and angelic relaxed with sleep, I actually swooned. He was so handsome, it was just a shame that he was totally untouchable. His prick of an attitude saw to that!

Reaching the kitchen, I whipped opened the fridge door with lightening speed, letting the light from inside illuminate the space. I'd always done this since I was a child, trying to beat the light coming on. I never did, though. As an adult, I understood why, but habit still had me trying.

The appliance was pathetically bare. But that didn't matter, as the only item in the fridge, was the one thing I needed right now.

I reached inside, feeling the chill spread up my arm, pebbling my nipples as it hit my chest. A small shiver shaking my frame, a vague reminder of the deep chill in my bones that was there before I last ate. I pulled out the package of red meat before placing it on the counter top and grabbing a plate and cutlery. I may be dead but I wasn't a fucking animal.

Plating up my food, I slid the knife easily through the tender piece of meat before spearing it with a fork and putting it in my mouth.

The tangy metallic taste of raw blood exploded on my tongue making me groan out loud. It was so good and my stomach growled for me to keep going. So I did. Again and again I cut into the prime rib savouring the taste of each bite as I went, until finally, my plate was disappointingly empty. I wasn't full by no means, but I was definitely sated. For now at least.

Taking my dishes to the sink to wash, I paused as a whimpering sound caught my attention. What the hell was that?

Abandoning the dirty dinnerware on the countertop, I followed the sound back in to the living room and to a sleeping Blake on the sofa.

He was curled up in the foetal position on his side with his back to the back of the sofa. His face was twisted in anguish and the whimpering sound sneaking through his gritted teeth. A stark contrast to how he looked ten minutes earlier when I had passed him on my way to the kitchen.

He was having a nightmare.

It seemed to be quite a bad one too, his body was quivering with fear. My heart ached to see him in such a vulnerable position. I knew what fear like that felt like and I hated the thought of him feeling even an ounce of it.

Perching myself on the edge of the couch by his chest. I reached up and brushed the silky black strands of his hair out of his sweat dampened face in an attempt to sooth him. His hair felt divine between my fingers. Images of tangling my fingers through it as I pulled his face to mine consumed me.

He gasped and tensed at my first touch, but relaxed as I repeated the motion, his body and his breathing calming down, encouraging me to carry on. Again and again I stroked his hair in hope of releasing him from the night time terror he was trapped in.

After a few minutes, when he was finally calm and his breathing had evened out in sleep. I ran my hand down his cheek, cupping his strong jaw in a comforting gesture.

My thumb, having a mind of it's a own glided over the slight stubble that graced his lower face before smoothing across his lower lip. The plump, pink piece of flesh, silky under my touch.

I gasped in shock when his lips puckered, placing a soft kiss against the pad of my thumb that reverberated all the way down to my core. My eyes shot up to meet his almost black ones. Hooded and lazily staring back at me.

Shocked and embarrassed at being caught I made a move to pull my hand away from his face. I managed about an inch before his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled it back to his mouth where his sinful lips placed a hot wet kiss against the centre of my open palm. My body bursting into flames at the very intimate act.

Air whooshed from my lungs as the tip of his tongue licked where his lips had just scorched. The feeling resonating in so many different parts of my body that I groaned with a confused lust. The sound spurring him in to action.

Before I could blink, he was laying on his back, dragging me with him and then positioning me so I was straddling his hips. His arousal stoking my flames through the thin fabric of my shorts. A small thrust of his hips making us both groan this time.

His hands reached up cupping my face gently in his huge palms before gripping the back of my neck and guiding my lips down to his. Our mouths met, in an explosion of butterflies deep within my chest before gliding down south stirring up deeper feelings in my core.

His kiss was so tender and consuming that my body melted against his, my fingers finding their way in to his hair and my hips grinding in to his. All that brooding easily translating into passion.

His hands left my face, smoothing down my neck and back, my body shivering in pleasure as he went before finally coming to rest on the bare skin of my ass that my tiny black shorts didn't cover when I was bent over in such a way. His fingers kneaded and gripped my derrière, rubbing me harder against him as his tongue plundered my mouth.

I was all sensation as our bodies melded together as one lust filled entity.

My grinding became harder and faster and my body began craving a release to all the pent up energy inside of me. His hips bucked against mine creating sweet and beautiful friction that had me seeing stars behind my eyelids.

"Agnes-" His husky voice groaned out in pure torturous pleasure. The vibrations making my eyes roll back into my skull and my toes curl as I found my release, cuming on top of him

His name bursting from my lips on a gasp.

"Blaaake!"

His body froze and his eyes that were lazy and heavy lidded a second ago were now as wide and his expression shocked.

He looked up at my face and then down to where I straddled his very impressive erection and then to his hands that were still fiercely gripping the globes of my ass.

Before I knew what was happening, he bucked his hips hard -and not in the fun way from a moment ago - dislodging me from his body and tossing me to the floor, landing hard on my ass with a thud.

"What the fuck?!" We both exclaimed in unison.

"Did, did that just happen?" He asked shocked and confused. Disbelief evident on his face.

"If you mean, did we just make out and dry hump on the sofa like a couple of horny teenagers, then, yes. Yes, that did just happen" I threw at him dryly.

"Why the hell would you do that?!" he accused making my back straighten and my hackles rise.

"Hold the fuck up!" I held my hands up in front of me, stopping him from speaking further. "What do you mean, 'why would I do that to you' . You grabbed me. You kissed and fondled me! I just kissed you back!"

"Fucking hell!" he groaned as he struggled to his feet then turning back to face me. He eyed me up and down from my position on the floor, his arousal still evident in his jeans. But when I saw the look of disgust that marred his beautiful, my stomach twisted painfully with rejection. And what had been such a beautiful moment only minutes ago had now turned into one of mortification and self loathing. I felt like dirt.

My eyes stung and glossed over with tears. But I refused to let one single drop fall until the best and only orgasm of my life, turned and walked out of the door without saying a single word. Slamming it behind him.

Then the tears fell in rivers as the feelings of abandonment that I had become so accustomed to throughout my life came back in full force.

Luckily, I had used up all my reserve tears last night so it didn't take long for my eyes to run dry and my chest to feel hollow.

Numbly, I rose from my spot of the floor and taking up Blake's recently vacated place on the couch, flipping on the TV and trying to ignore the smell of him surrounding me and the feel of him under me.

I turned up the volume hoping the sound of the news anchors voice would drown out and distract me from my inner shame.

Operation ARC is proving to be a success, the government announced this morning. The military have been very proactive in finding and helping those afflicted getting them the help they urgently need. They believe that within a matter of weeks that the infection will be contained and the streets will be safe once again for the survivors. They did say, however, that even though containment is going well, they have yet to make any breakthroughs in finding a cure. But still urge that the public come forward with any suspected cases of infection. The response has been excellent so far and is bringing the country that one step closer to becoming great again.

The pretty blonde Journalist was reporting live from outside of a medical facility called The Anti Reanimation Centre or ARC for short. That must be where they were taking all the contaminated. That must be where they would have taken me if they had discovered my secret. Taking a closer look at the facility, my blood ran cold, well, cold-er. It didn't look like a refuge for those who have been affected. It looked more like a high security prison with bars on the windows. Razor wire fences around the circumference and a hundred or so heavily armed guards walking the perimeter.

I was now even more thankful for my lucky escape yesterday. My hand grabbed for my Onyx necklace in comfort as I stared blankly at the TV gong over and over the events from yesterday in my head.

Caught up in my musings, I didn't hear Jay and Conner enter the living room until they were right in front of me.

"Hey, beautiful. Feeling better?" Jay asked, leaning down and kissing my forehead.

Did I feel better? If I was honest with myself, I wasn't entirely sure. On one hand, I was extremely relieved with escaping a fate of life at The ARC but on the other hand, I felt like utter shit at the thought of still being discovered and also at the reaction of Blake earlier. I just shrugged my shoulder making Jay tilt his head inquisitively at me.

"Where's Blake?" Conner chimed in from the kitchen as the awesome aroma of coffee filled the air. "I left his ass passed out drunk on the sofa last night"

"Who gives a fuck, where Blake is" I spat

"Uh Oh! What did he do now, Red?" Conner asked as he placed a hot steaming cup in front of me.

I heaved a sigh and filled them both in on my eventful morning.

Jay stormed out my apartment threatening to kill him. Conner quickly on his heals.

Ah shit-