The set of Zombies 4 in New Zealand was chaos – vampire costumes, fake blood, and dance rehearsals everywhere. Malachi Barton and Mekonnen Knife, playing Victor and Vargas, had just wrapped an intense scene with the whole vampire crew. Sweaty and exhausted, they slipped into the shared dressing room together to catch their breath before the next take.
The door clicked shut behind them. The room was small, packed with clothing racks and mirrors with bright lights. Malachi pulled off his tight vampire jacket and tossed it over a chair. "Man, that choreography is killer," he sighed, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat off his chest.
Mekonnen leaned against the wall, his dark eyes sparkling under the makeup. He'd always been fascinated by Malachi's energy on set – that mix of confidence and playfulness. Now, alone with him, the air felt heavier. "Yeah, but you're not making it any easier," Mekonnen murmured with a grin, his gaze sliding over Malachi's body.
Malachi turned around and caught that look. Something sparked between them, a tension that had been building for weeks during late rehearsals and backstage jokes. Without a word, Mekonnen stepped closer. His hand touched Malachi's arm, and suddenly their lips were on each other. A hungry kiss, full of the day's adrenaline.
They stumbled toward the couch in the corner. Malachi's breath hitched as Mekonnen dropped to his knees, his fingers quickly undoing Malachi's belt. "Fuck, Mekonnen..." Malachi whispered, his hand gripping the other's curly hair.
Mekonnen looked up with a naughty smile, pulled the pants down, and took Malachi's hard cock in his mouth. Slow, teasing, tongue circling the tip. Malachi moaned softly, his hips thrusting as Mekonnen went deeper, sucking and licking in a rhythm that drove him crazy.
Suddenly they heard voices outside the door – crew members shouting that the next scene was about to start. "Shit!" Malachi hissed, his heart pounding. Mekonnen didn't stop right away, gave one last long lick before standing up and wiping his lips. They stared at each other, breathless, laughing from the thrill. The voices faded; they’d just barely not been caught.
"That was close," Mekonnen panted, but his eyes were burning with lust.
Malachi pulled him close, kissed him hard. "Not done yet." He pushed Mekonnen against the wall, yanked his pants down, and turned him around. Malachi's cock – hard and 18 cm long – slid slowly into Mekonnen, who moaned from the mix of pleasure and pain.
They fucked fast and intense, Malachi's hips pounding deep while Mekonnen gripped the wall. Moans muffled, scared of making noise. Malachi's hand wrapped around Mekonnen's dick, stroking in the same rhythm. It built up to an explosion – they came almost at the same time, biting their lips to keep from screaming.
Afterward, quick dressing, one last kiss. "More later," Malachi whispered with a wink.
They stepped out of the dressing room like nothing had happened, back to the set. But the tension between them? It had changed forever.
ugghhh his face , bouncing around in grey sweets , hands down there. 550,000 likes for a reason 
