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     Cecil smiled despite himself, despite the situation at hand. It
was a tired smile, but a deep one, fond and full. He breathed in slowly
and felt a little bit more alive for Carlos’s ministrations, a little
less like… like a corpse. Like a vampire.

       “You may be a scientist,” he whispered lovingly, “and a great scientist, the smartest there is… but you’re also my husband.”

       Carlos’s pain and fear for him still cut Cecil like a knife
into his cold white skin, but the radio host was also warmed by that
love that Carlos had for him that was greater than Science, greater than
life and all that filled it. It was the love that Cecil had for Carlos,
too, impossible to contain, keeping him alive (pretty literally, to be perfectly honest).

      “Yeah, I guess I am. I think you’re right… Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

Carlos glanced at Cecil. “Oh –– absolutely, honey!”

He reached out and grabbed a couple of the stones from the table before turning back to Cecil.

“I would absolutely do anything for you. I may be very uncertain with what we are dealing with at the moment, Cecil, but there are two things that I know: I love you.”

       “I love you, too,” Cecil replied softly, his smile deepening further still, even if it did not widen, did not quite light the tired pink eyes turned towards his husband. The breath he drew in was soft but audible as he asked, “What’s the other thing?” 

Carlos smiled at him, gentle and loving. “You just said it,” he said. They’d had this conversation before at least a couple times; Carlos was still trying to decide if this was now a ‘thing’ for them, or if Cecil genuinely forgot the two things that Carlos knew.

He held a stone out for Cecil. “Um… try sucking on it first… see if that does it. I don’t want you to try hurting your teeth right away.”

       “OK,” Cecil said gently, warmed by the reassurance, the words that made him feel full of the love he had for Carlos, and soothed by the love that Carlos had for him. It took on a sense that was almost physical, adding to that sense of rejuvenation. 

       He put his lips onto the stone and began to suck on it lightly. It did help, and he soon felt relief washing over him that was tangible. Once he was finished, he slowly sat up, and stretched his stiff and weary limbs. “Thank you… That is much better.”

Carlos sat up with Cecil, smiling at him. “Really? You feel okay?” he asked. “Er, I mean, in consideration of your current state, at least?” Carlos didn’t know if ‘okay’ was going to happen anytime soon… or ever, really. He just hoped that together the two of them could pull through. They should… they were in love, and Carlos was a scientist.

       “I’m OK as long as I have you,” Cecil replied, and of course he genuinely meant it. His tone and his gaze were soft, and even if his body was rather stiff, and there was a certain bluish tint to the already cream white of his skin, he was still already genuinely looking better and more lively. 

       It was a vampiric sort of lively, sure, but it was infinitely better than ‘actual corpse.’

       “So, yes, in consideration of my current state.” he concluded, and nodded. Changing gears a bit, he commented, “Gosh, this is a lot to take in, isn’t it? I feel like last night was just a dream but now, I… It’s just real. I know there are a lot of things that feel like that, but this like… this isn’t like anything I’ve ever known.” 

Carlos nodded in agreement. “Yeah… it doesn’t seem real for me, either. It’s been… roughly twelve hours already. But you’re still here… that’s all that matters.” Carlos took his hand and lifted it to his mouth, giving him gentle, loving kisses.

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     Cecil smiled despite himself, despite the situation at hand. It
was a tired smile, but a deep one, fond and full. He breathed in slowly
and felt a little bit more alive for Carlos’s ministrations, a little
less like… like a corpse. Like a vampire.

       “You may be a scientist,” he whispered lovingly, “and a great scientist, the smartest there is… but you’re also my husband.”

       Carlos’s pain and fear for him still cut Cecil like a knife
into his cold white skin, but the radio host was also warmed by that
love that Carlos had for him that was greater than Science, greater than
life and all that filled it. It was the love that Cecil had for Carlos,
too, impossible to contain, keeping him alive (pretty literally, to be perfectly honest).

      “Yeah, I guess I am. I think you’re right… Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

Carlos glanced at Cecil. “Oh –– absolutely, honey!”

He reached out and grabbed a couple of the stones from the table before turning back to Cecil.

“I would absolutely do anything for you. I may be very uncertain with what we are dealing with at the moment, Cecil, but there are two things that I know: I love you.”

       “I love you, too,” Cecil replied softly, his smile deepening further still, even if it did not widen, did not quite light the tired pink eyes turned towards his husband. The breath he drew in was soft but audible as he asked, “What’s the other thing?” 

Carlos smiled at him, gentle and loving. “You just said it,” he said. They’d had this conversation before at least a couple times; Carlos was still trying to decide if this was now a ‘thing’ for them, or if Cecil genuinely forgot the two things that Carlos knew.

He held a stone out for Cecil. “Um… try sucking on it first… see if that does it. I don’t want you to try hurting your teeth right away.”

       “OK,” Cecil said gently, warmed by the reassurance, the words that made him feel full of the love he had for Carlos, and soothed by the love that Carlos had for him. It took on a sense that was almost physical, adding to that sense of rejuvenation. 

       He put his lips onto the stone and began to suck on it lightly. It did help, and he soon felt relief washing over him that was tangible. Once he was finished, he slowly sat up, and stretched his stiff and weary limbs. “Thank you… That is much better.”

Carlos sat up with Cecil, smiling at him. “Really? You feel okay?” he asked. “Er, I mean, in consideration of your current state, at least?” Carlos didn’t know if ‘okay’ was going to happen anytime soon… or ever, really. He just hoped that together the two of them could pull through. They should… they were in love, and Carlos was a scientist.

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      Cecil groaned a second time, this one longer than the first, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He winced under the tight grip, and found it difficult to move his cold, lifeless limbs.

       At first, he found it impossible to speak, and it terrified him. Unable to move, unable to communicate, he felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare, experiencing an episode of sleep paralysis while his poor husband panicked over him. It took another long, terrible moment before he realized that he needed to breathe manually in order to say anything.

       “Babe? What’s wrong?” he squeaked, as he worked on the issues of better speech and any sort of movement. Still, for the moment, it was enough to just be able to respond to his Carlos.

Carlos gasped, relief slamming into him like a truck. He let out a long sigh, dropping back down onto the bed next to Cecil and wrapping his arms around the other tightly. Still cold…. ugh. Carlos quickly started working his hands on Cecil’s skin, trying ineffectively to warm him up.

“You- you- Thank God, Cecil… You weren’t moving – You weren’t breathing! I – shit, I thought some thing had – I-I thought you weren’t going to wake up!” Carlos was babbling, but was still trying to explain. He was just so happy that he’d been wrong though!

       Cecil drew in a deep breath, again manually, just to take in the scent of Carlos, so much stronger now than it had ever been before. Was this because of what had happened? (Well, he was a predator now, was he not?) 

      He was beginning to regain sensation in his body, and his fingers curled upward towards the arms around him, every nerve and cell in his body reacting to Carlos. The scientist’s warmth and scent, the reality of him was a healing force, the vibration from his heart reverberating from his chest into Cecil’s back, speaking to Cecil’s own still heart as if it were beating for the both of them. 

       Cecil inhaled again. “Baby, I’m so sorry, I… I never meant for this to happen,” he whispered. “Moving is really hard― oh, God, I’m so sorry I scared you. I’m here, I promise, I’m still here with you.”

Carlos blinked at him, surprised. “What? No, no, Ceec, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault! I’m just happy you’re okay, Cecil – you’re still here with me and that’s all that matters! I’m so sorry I got scared – I know a scientist isn’t supposed to get scared because we need to think rationally, but for a second I forgot that I was a scientist and I just…”

Carlos was forced to cut himself off by taking a sharp and sudden inhale. In that split moment his train of thought switched tracks.

“Oh my goodness, you must be suffering from rigor mortis.” Carlos started to rub Cecil’s arms faster. “Let’s – uh, we’ll just warm you up. It’ll be easier to move when your blood can flow again.” But then Carlos realized something. “Blood – blood! You must be hungry!” Carlos looked over his shoulder at his end table and saw the small pile of bloodstones he’d gathered the night before.