#zombat

It was weird for Badd to be with someone who also wasn’t a morning person. It seemed like in past relationships, he was the one who had to be roused and forced out of bed into the daylight, whether it was to train or for hero work or just to keep up the apartment for Zenko’s sake. But now, especially on the weekends, he would leisurely wake up in the late morning and look over at Zombieman, who slept like the dead.

It didn’t help that with his very pale, greyish skin, he actually did look dead most of the time…

“Ey. Z.” Badd turned on his side and put his hand on his shoulder, rubbing. “Wake up.”

The hero made a small humming noise and rolled over to face away from him.

“C’mon.” He slipped behind him, feeling the soft fabric of the long shirt he was wearing. It was one that he kept at Badd’s place for when he stayed the night, many sizes too big, a souvenir from their first date to see a heavy metal band perform. “I’ll make ya breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever.”

Zombieman curled himself into a ball under the covers. He had stolen all the blankets again, Badd noted, but since it was harder for him to keep warm, he always forgave him for it. There was another unintelligible sound, and Badd felt him pull his arm over around his stomach, like Badd was just another part of the bed.

“No way, Z, I ain’t lettin’ you lure me into stayin’ in bed with you all day.” When he yanked back, Zombieman rolled with the movement so he was pressed into Badd’s front, wrapping his arms around him as his breathing evened out again. Badd reached down to stroke at the short bristly hair at the back of his neck. “Dang it. You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“M’not,” a gruff voice protested from the cocoon of warmth.

“Yep. Adorable.”

His head shook. “No.”

“Like a fuckin’ kitten. A zombie kitten.”

Red eyes glowered into his face as Zombieman unfolded from the nest of blankets and bodies. “Do you always have to ruin the moment?”

“You’re the only person I know who thinks that a compliment can ruin the moment,” Badd said as he kissed his cheek, earning another groan of protest.

“Breakfast better be amazing.”

Badd pulled him up into a hug, still keeping the blankets around him as he pressed his cheek against his forehead, lips soft against his skin as he spoke. “If it ain’t, I’ll find some other way to make it up to ya, yeah?”