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Hey Hey Hey Fruit Cakes!
Mommy came back with another update!
YAY ME!
Hopefully I might be updating all my stories daily is this keeps up.
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Okay now I got so many requests to continue this that I decided to, but somehow it got pushed to the back burner to all my other stories. And for that I'm sorry. Now this doesn't really have a plot. Just the daily life of an adorable murderous cannibal couple.....yeah I know it's weird but only I can find cuteness in something so twisted.
Anyhoo here's another crazy Chapie for you all.

Warning: Blood, gore, cannibalism, and delicious smut.
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10:30 am

Dallon read the newspaper at the table while Tyler was busy getting breakfast started.

“I'm gonna make you the biggest breakfast possible for this lovely gift you gave me Dally.” Tyler smiled as he held on to his new locket.

“Babe I'm happy you like it, but it's still your birthday. I should be making YOU breakfast in bed. Not the other way around.” Dallon said as he got up and walked over to him.

“Well after all that overtime you put in this morning. I need to feed my baby.” Tyler pulled him closer for a kiss. “Besides we're gonna party tonight so don't sweat it.” He said as he went to pull out a pack of homemade bacon and a carton of eggs from the refrigerator.

“So you still plan to come with me tonight?” Dallon asked as he leaned against the kitchen island. His arms crossed with a smirk on his lips. Sure he loved his husband, but he usually went out and brought home the fresh meat for them to eat. And Tyler did all the cleaning and cooking of said meat. With occasional help from Dallon of course. “No offense but babe you've never done this before and-”

“And it's about time I started. Let's say you ever got hurt or sick then you’ll need me to go hunting so you won't go hungry. Plus I'm gonna replace our guest from last night. I owe you that much. Now how do you want your bacon cooked?” Tyler waved him back to the table as he put the food in pans on the stove.

“You know I like my meat like I like my guests...” Dallon moved behind him and whispered seductively in Tyler’s ear. “Bloody.” The small brunette couldn't help the shivers from anticipation. Especially with the tall man’s frame so close and his hands on his hips. Dallon got a kick out of turning his husband on. Even at the most inappropriate time.

“Tonight I promise.” Tyler reassured him as he wrapped his arms around to caress his cheek.

11:30 pm

“Look now I'm telling you, so you don't freak out, but I'm gonna act in a way that would be considered-”

“I know Dallon. You do what you gotta do to lure them in.” Tyler dismissed as he checked his make-up in the mirror.

“Well you do tend to be the jealous type when it comes to me.” Dallon smiled as he glanced over from the road. “And lay off the make-up Ty. It won't make sense for us to be in a strip club if you're prettier than the girls.” He raised an eyebrow at his husband as he drove them to the farthest gentleman's club he knew. He never hunted too close to their home. That would be idiotic.

Tyler frowned and turned to him. “Excuse me, but WHO’S birthday is it today? And it's not my fault those sluts can't compare to all of this.” He motioned towards himself. The shorter of the two didn't see anything wrong with his mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick. It was him going light in his eyes.

Dallon couldn't help, but laugh. “That they can't. That's why I married you. Beauty, brains, and a ruthless nature that's just so damn sexy.” He bite his lip at all the naughty thoughts.