Warning: further discussion of ED and vomiting
Zombie Boners II: "Operation Raise the Dead"
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It had taken a few months but Nathan had been completely serious about finding a cure. He put Mordhaus' best scientists on it. He poured a small fortune into what was being euphemistically called "Operation Raise the Dead".
The rest of the band was starting to take notice and Charles wanted as few people as possible to know he was really dead.
Turns out to have been a moot point. Toki's father had taught him all about exorcisms and The-Demons-That-Walk-The-Earth-Among-Us. He knew the seven warning signs of the living dead when he saw one.
Toki never could keep a secret and as soon as he knew, the whole band knew. They didn't care. Having a living dead CFO just made them even more metal. But Charles saw to it that none of the Klokateers found out. Or the deaddy bear would get it.
Only the most trusted of the scientists knew the reason for their research. The rest of them just thought it was another one of Dethklok's crazy whims.
Charles and Nathan's sex life had been different. As the saying goes, the sprit was willing but the flesh was weak. Charles still felt all the things he used to feel. Kissing Nathan still took his breath away. When he gave him that look through the tangled mess of his hair after a concert he still wanted to jump his bones. But he body just wouldn't cooperate.
Needless to say, he was feeling just the least bit frustrated.
Things would always start off good. Kissing hadn't changed in the least and not having to breath turned out to be more of a plus. Nathan too, had found a few fringe benefits in a lover that never needed to come up for air. But then he'd try to reciprocate and that's when things got frustrating.
It didn't matter what they tried it just wouldn't work.
The band had no concept of private, so it wasn't long before they were all offering suggestions. Charles could have just died.(if it wasn't already a moot point.)
Pickles had suggested oysters and Charles had vomited black blood for an hour. Turns out zombies didn't feel hungry for a reason. On the plus side they had their next album cover.
Toki's suggestion had been an adorably innocent massage and while it hadn't worked Charles had found the whole thing enjoyable and an experiment worth repeating. Nathan was less impressed.
Skwisgaar had offered a night with his three favorite groupies and it had taken a very pissed off Nathan to explain the many flaws with that plan.
Murderface was the only one with a halfway decent suggestion of mercurochrome.(God bless his obscure knowledge of the Civil War) Even dead, Charles knew better than to chug mercury but a tentative sub dermal injection showed promising results.
Whatever the cost, Nathan was determined to keep throwing money at this problem till someone fixed it and life could get back to what passed for normal.