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A/N: Welcome my Fruity lovelies!
I've been busy cleaning house and I don't mean some smart innuendo, no I actually mean doing boring chores 🙄.
I haven't been feeling like writing much during my boring cleaning sessions, but at least I wrote this in advance.
I tried something a bit different this time around. I feel it needed a bit more atmospheric horror than just gore. Also it makes great practice for future horror ideas so I hope you like it.
Enjoy!

9 am

"Ah-choo!" Dallon sneezed hard into his elbow.

"Bless you honey, maybe use a bit less pepper next time." Tyler smiled from the table, sipping his morning tea. He was enjoying these past couple of weeks off from cooking and cleaning. Gave him time to discover his likes. Which was mainly watching his husband do the chores and teasing him when he made mistakes. Cruel yes, but oh so much fun.

"Yes, thanks Captain Obvious." Dallon sighed and rolled his eyes. Normally he could take his husband's teasing, but today just wasn't his day. He had a mild headache that refused to quit. So his concentration was off.

"Aww don't be sore, I was only trying to help Dal." A smirk on his face showed otherwise. "By the way, what's the ETA on breakfast?" Tyler added watching his lover closely. Dallon was just too handsome to miss, even in his frustrated state. 

Sure he said no sex, but he really couldn't commit to such a thing. So within 48 hours of his punishment the tiny brunette gave in. It didn't help that Dallon was doing yard work shirtless. Clearly a ploy, but Tyler didn't mind falling for it in the least. He bit his lip as he pictures his hubby without his shirt right now making him breakfast. The heat from the stove got him all sweaty, his apron hanging low on his hips, giving him a nice view of those lovely toned lines leading down to his-

"Earth to Tyler." Dallon waved his hand in his face.

Tyler jumped and blinked wildly. "Oh uh what?"

"I've been waiting for you to tell me what all you wanted on your plate, but you sat there like a zombie. A cute zombie biting his lower lip, but a zombie nonetheless." The tall man replied as he stood up straight. "What were you thinking about anyway?"

Tyler blushed at how hard he was just off a thought. Damn him and his weak hormones to this extremely sexy man. "Just bring me my food will you." He turned as he tried to readjust himself on the low.

Dallon clearly caught on and gave a grin. "As you wish Master" He whispered seductively in his ear, making the other one moans softly. Curse him so hard. Within minutes he came back with their plates. His was a bit bare.

"You're not hungry? You're cooking isn't that bad." Tyler teased again.

"Ha ha, no I'm just not that hungry this morning. No big deal." Dallon shrugged and went to eating his plate.

Tyler wasn't buying it, but decided to let it go for now.

2 pm

Tyler was sitting on the couch with some cookies and milk. Enjoying a nice binge watch of crime shows. They were the best and all the blood was making him rather hungry. "Hey Dal?"

"What is it Ty?" Dallon was busy vacuuming in the den. His headache had gotten a bit worse and he was feeling suffocating. That's why he was cleaning in the first place. Maybe some dust was upsetting his allergies today.

"I'm hungry, could you make me a sandwich." The brunette called from the living room.

"We already had lunch, could this wait until later?" He sighed as he was pretty tired doing everything around the house these past weeks.