AN: Sorry about the lateness, but here it is. WARNING: Pervy stuff ahead, turn back if it's not your thing. Enjoy :)

Chapter Three: Conrad's POV

In the weeks coming, less and less progress was being made on the zombie case, until it seemed like we'd just given up all together on finding the cause, and rather, simply finding the cure.

Worth proceeded very carefully on trying to improve Zombie's comdition, when meanwhile, Hanna and I would go out to all sorts of bars and differend joints in town, often returning to his apartment for some... action. It didn't seem like there were many other cases around to bother us. Besides, Hanna had told me that November was a slow month for creepies, and not even Sassybat was around much.

I was the leader, the assertive one. I sucked his neck as I explored him, and he would let out small moans of pleasure as I dug deeper into him. He told me to be aggressive- he said it hurt, but in a good way. I dug my nose into his sweet smelling, curly mess of red hair. I was wet and very erect as I listened to his continuous sighs and moans when we built up into a climax.

He tensed up under me as I pushed us both into an orgasm. He squeaked as I removed myself and quickly slipped my clothes back on. Hanna was sprawled out on the sheets, panting. He was sweating. As I buttoned my shirt, I felt the shadow of a smile approach my lips. Action, especially intercourse, seemed to take so much out of him.

"I'm going to take a shower." He stated breathlessly.

I giggled, my skinny legs still shaking from the orgasm, which was paticularly satisflying this time. Hanna stared at me before he struck the typical, goofy Hanna smile. "Alright, go." I said, smiling as well. He grabbed a towel off the ground and wrapped it around his waist, and I pecked him on the cheek as he went past.

I plopped myself down on the edge of the bed, staring out the window. I didn't go back to my apartment very often nowadays, and Hanna's apartment was like home to me. I suppose we were roomates, and I didn't mind that, in fact, I liked it. The funny thing is that our relationship was often silent. He would make the first moves before handing the leadership over to myself. Sometimes it just ended at foreplay, or some nights were like tonight- going all the way.

As I heard Hanna start the shower in the other room, I had an idea. I could use a shower too.

I shed my clothes once more and crept up to the bathroom door. It was shut tight, concealing all the steam and heat... and Hanna. I turned the knob, allowing the door to glide open a few inches. Steam was everywhere, fogging up the mirrors all around the bathroom. There he was, silhouetted against the shower curtain. I pushed open the door a few inches more, stepping inside, then closing and locking it with a gentle click.

I could see him freeze. "C-Conrad?"

"Hanna, love." I proceeded until my fingers found the curtain, pulling it open slightly, exposing his pale body. At first he looked startled, suprised to see me. But then his eyes closed half-way, and a lazy smile appeared on his face. I was getting horny as hell.

He was so tired, he looked about to fall over. I stepped into the shower and put my arms around him and he crumpled into my embrace. I rested my chin on his shoulder, my cheek against his. The water was hot, it pelted and washed us together, two bodies pressing against eachother. His hot, wet skin against mine... I felt like we were about to merge, as one.

He was practically asleep in my arms as he turned his face to face mine, cracking eyes open just barely. "Conrad?" He moaned sleepily.

"Yes, love?"

"If I didn't love you so much..." He squeaked out. "You would be so dead for doing things like this."

"I know." I replied with a smile, easing his body against mine.

ERBEBEBEBEBEBEEEEP!

Hanna's eyes blinked open. "The p-phone..." He stuttered. "Shit..." He straightened up and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a fresh towel off the rack as he did so. I watched him go, leaving the door half open.

In a few minutes, he was standing back in the doorway, phone in hand. "Get your clothes on, that was Worth." Worry shadowed his face. "He wants us to get to his office ASAP."

I nodded before stepping out of the shower, wondering what exactly was so important...