Continuation of 'Till Death Part Us, And Beyond (Part 1)' .
Though, I have made a small intro so you can understand what's going on without needing to have read the other story first! The other story can be found in 'Dark flames', the 10th chapter of the story compilation.

This story, unlike the other one, will have a happy ending!

For however little time they have together, they decided to spend it next to each other watching the sunset.
Ace staying right by Marco's side until the very end.
Even when the blond's last breath left his body, Ace didn't leave, accepting his fate...
...
A much different fate than he had expected when soft lips pressed to his forehead instead of teeth ripping through his flesh.
What was going on?!

Tags...

Happy ending! And yes, there will be a real happy happy ending eventually!

Zombie apocalypse

Marco got bitten... so you know what happens to you with a zombie bite...

Besides the thing happening to Marco, there's no real things to warn for. There's no violence or gore. There's a tiny mention of blood that is just there. Nothing happening to it or a bit description of it either.

POV from Ace... for obvious reasons

'I love you, my forever Sunshine... Sunshine... Sunshine-yoi.'

The last word spoken by his once alive love echoed over and over in his mind. He could even perfectly add his thick in his voice, even if he hadn't said it... hadn't been able to get it out with his last breaths passing.

With trembling hands, he reached for the hand closest to him and grasped it. Squeezing it in his hold. It was still hot. Still Warm.

If... if there wasn't a wet feeling too... he would have thought everything my have been just a dream. Marco was playing with him, had fallen asleep as they watched the sunset...

But... Looking at their joined hands, streaks of red running down to it... blood. Blood running down to their joined hands told so many stories. Stories more and more people went through.

Following the slowly drying dribble of blood it led to the cause of this whole situation. The impression of teeth in pale skin.

A zombie bite.

Then end of your human life.

Yet, the start of an another one... an endless one.

But this wasn't a fairy tail life. It wasn't the forever life people had yearned for. Searched for through the ages. This wasn't a pretty life. It was a life of death. A life filled with death and creating more of it.

Ace knew, he knew Marco would never want to be the cause of anyone suffering, be it a stranger or someone he knew. He knew Marco would never want to turn anyone into a zombie.

So... He should... He should make sure Marco wouldn't... Couldn't do that... Right?

Tears were freefalling from his eyes as he was looking at their joined hands. How had he not noticed that Marco had gotten bitten on their supply run. How long ago did it happen? Did it already happen at the first zombies they passed in the morning? Or was it that mob right before they returned? Could it have been avoided if they went another day? Another hour?

Questions and regret swarmed his mind. There must have been something he could have done to prevent this!

But... No matter what... it was too late now. Like Marco had said... he couldn't be helped anymore.

It was inevitable that he would soon be one of those undead. Roaming the streets with his only goal to find a human, an alive human to eat.

He got scared out of his thinking by his own sob breaking the deadly silence. He should go. He should leave and lock up the roof. Trap Marco on here like he promised the blond. While the blond roamed on here, he couldn't hurt anyone. Not him or others. And he couldn't leave to chase after others either, after him. And if someday Marco's zombie brain decided that jumping down, maybe following the sound of human voices in the streets, was a good idea... at this height he wouldn't be able to get up anymore ones down...

It was perfect... He didn't need to kill Marco... even if he was already ... dead... And Marco couldn't hurt him from here. And Marco wasn't endangering their water-source either. Everything was so planned out...

Perfect...

But...

He couldn't leave.

He didn't want to leave.

Tearing his eyes away from their hands he turned to the sunset that was only just starting. They hadn't made it to watching it together a last time... Or maybe he could picture they did, Marco's hand was still warm...

He would watch it. He would watch this sunset with Marco. And if... if Marco woke up before he left... maybe... maybe that wouldn't be so bad after all. It may give him another opportunity to live another life with the blond. Even if it will be an undead one. They would be together. Not even death would be able to part them!

The second he felt movement next to him, Ace shut his eyes. He didn't want to see those lifeless eyes, even if it would only be for a second before he would be viciously attacked.

Growl

He didn't mean to, but an eep was passed his throat before he knew it, eyes now squeezed shut so much he saw those weird lightning bolts behind his eyelids. Most of all he was focused on squeezing the hand in his. Marco's hand. It somehow still felt a little hot, not as hot as normal, but it didn't fully cool down with him holding it, so he could imagine Marco was still alive. That he was right next to him and would protect him from all harm. It really shouldn't... but even now it gave him a form of relieve, happiness, comfort, that Marco, his loving boyfriend of so many years was right next to him.

He waited for the attack to come. For his blond, kind lover, to attack him, to tear off his flesh mercilessness no matter his screams. And he would scream. He knew it. He didn't want to. He chose for this to happen. He could have easily locked Marco up somewhere and left, -just like the other had wanted-, but he didn't, he choose to be attacked. Yet he would scream. His flesh was going to be fucking bit through and torn off! That shit must hurt!

So he waited... and waited... and waited... but... nothing happened? Or was his like a situation where time seemed to go immensely slow? It felt like minutes to him, but maybe it had just been a few seconds. People always says their whole life flashed by before their eyes when they died. That happened in a second... yet it must feel like ages.

He kept waiting. His yes stayed closed. He flinched when there was another growl, though it was softer, seeming to be less threatening.

He bared his neck, turning his head up to see the light of the sun light up behind his eyelids.

"c'mon Marco. Just do it. Please." He whispered as tears were falling passed closed eyes. He wanted it over with. He wanted the pain to come so that it would be over sooner too. He squeezed the big hand again, only... It squeezed back.

"..."

Repeating the action, he was stunned a the reply. Another small squeeze. This for sure meant that Marco was awake... dead... but awake... and should be attacking him.

Turning his head down to the floor, towards their hands, he carefully opened one eye, opening the other not long later. And he looked at the pale hand with intent as he squeezed again. A few seconds later he saw the muscles in the hand contract and a squeeze was there. It seemed like it had been hard to do for some reason, like there was a stutter, but the squeeze was there.

"Marco..."

Hmmrrr

A groan, it sounded more like the other had just woken up instead of died. Very slowly he raised his eyes, letting them roam over the other. The chest wasn't moving. The shoulders weren't moving. He wasn't breathing. Yet he was moving. Zombie. Right...

His eyes widened in fear seeing Marco looking at him, and the moment their eyes locked the other opened his mouth with a moan and moved forward. "Ah!" He yelled and his free hand flew before his face to protect himself. His whole being trembling as he sniffed, tears falling.

Yet... once more... There came no attack. Instead the moan seemed to be cut of. And... there was a squeeze to his hand instead.

Swallowing a few times he opened his eyes, his view was mostly just his own arm now, though... he could study the blond tuft sticking out above it. Marco. The blond was turned to him, he knew it from the position of the hairs. No movement in the forehead to indicate the other was blinking, but there was a small swaying motion.

Slowly he moved his arm away, showing a full view of his boyfriend.

Pale skin greeted him, far paler than ever. If there weren't small patches of veins starting to become visible over the skin, he would have thought that all blood had been drained, though he would have no idea where it would have gone. Most veins seemed small, almost unnoticeable even, there was just one thicker one forming starting on his neck to his cheeks. The only one that seemed... off... unsafe for an alive human to have. Yet if Ace had seen it back in the day, he wouldn't have called an ambulance for it either.

Inspecting the blond more he saw no movement anywhere besides the twitching of a muscle, something some zombies seemed to have more than others.

If he didn't know better... His boyfriend looked like he always did, just maybe feeling a little sick since he was pale... or that he had a good summer of inside gaming and had never gone outside. He chuckled lightly at the thought. It was however quickly choked off when his eyes fell on the one thing that made it obviously Marco wasn't here anymore.

The eyes.

The eyes he usually loved so much. The eyes that could tell him so much of what the other was thinking, they had always contained the most emotion on that stoic look the blond liked to keep. And the blue. Ace loved the blue, it was so clear, like the sky, like the ocean. It was always so pretty.

But now... Those eyes were unseeing. They were dimmed. It wasn't like there was a layer of fog over them, but... a shine was missing. And... the veins... Marco's eyes looked irritated. Red veins obvious in those eyes, like he had been rubbing in them all night to remove a stubborn lash stuck in them. But there were no tears to show irritation, no redness around the eye, nothing.

The blond also looked more tired than usual, the skin around his eyes seeming to have sunken a bit. But that was it. Everything else was like how he remembered the man. How he remembered his boyfriend.

A sob broke out of him and he surged around Marco's neck. A loud growl was there but he ignored it. He was still waiting for the attack, but he wasn't focused on it. Now he was focused on pushing his head into Marco's chest. To sob into the purple cloth until it happened. This was still Marco. He still loved him. Even if he was going to kill him. He loved him so much.

"M-marcoo! Marco Marco Marco!" He sobbed out the name over and over again, "I love you- I l-love youuu!"

Changing to words of love he prepared himself when a hand landed on his head, pushing his head down harshly. Breath had caught in his throat for just a second before he was chanting those three words again. He would go out while telling the other how much he loved him!

Yet, in the end, his voice was cut off.

But not because of pain.

Because of confusion.

The hand on his head stopped pushing down painfully and instead stuttered down. Moving over his neck to his back, all the way down to his lower back before it was raised again. Put down on his shoulder height before it went down again. The hand maybe slapped down a tad to hard and his skin would be red if it was repeated a lot of times, but it wasn't a real slap either, it wasn't painful.

It took him a while. A far to long while to realize that... Marco was stroking his back. His boyfriend was stroking his back just like he always did when Ace needed a reassuring hug.

Pulling back made the hand stopped, but Ace could only focus on searching Marco's eyes.

"Marco?"

...

There wasn't a reaction for a full 5 minutes, eyes not even blinking, until finally Marco leaned forward. And Ace didn't pull away this time or try to protect himself. To confused on what was going on, and while scared, too curious as to what the other would do.

"O-oh."

That was the one word he could stammer out as lips pressed to his head.

He couldn't move. So, so confused as to what was going on. Marco should be attacking him, should have been attacking him long ago. He should have been killed by the blond ten times over now!

Yet... there were still lips pressed to him, without any other movements. No ugly growls. No movement of the mouth even trying to open to bite him. Nothing.

It took a while for Ace to snap out of it, even though he was still in a trance at the whole situation, a thought arose on what as happening.

A Kiss.

Marco was kissing him.

Giving his head a kiss like he had done so many times. Every night they went to bed, after they had already kissed goodnight and laid down, whenever he cuddled up into Marco's chest, the same lips would press to his head like they did now.

The feeling was the same, the only thing missing was the more puckered feel and the kissing sound Marco usually made but... it was the same.

Ace could only conclude one thing out of this whole scenario he was still stuck in. His now zombie boyfriend... instead of attacking him, eating him... was giving him a kiss.

I couldn't help but acquire some art for this story!
The art piece is drawn by sekiriin
But ofcourse I can't post it on fanficiton, sad! You can find it on AO3 and on Wattpad. I have the same username over there, Shadow22739

DADADA DAAAAAAA What does this mean? Is it the kiss of death? A new kind of zombie? Is Marco just taste tasting maybe!?