David Backer was born in 1984 in Danbury, Connecticut. He edits fictiondaily.org, an aggregator site for online fiction.

Bob and Steve Coming Together (April 20, 2010. Issue 16.)

"Are we doing it today?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Absolutely."
"I mean really really?"
"Didn't I tell you we would?"
Bob had promised Steve that they would try it. Everyone was doing it. It was the hip thing for the gay living dead.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Okay."

Bob took his bleeding, leprous hand and wrenched it from his wrist. His veins dangled down like pieces of twine. Then Steve tore his own hand from his arm. Facing each other, Bob took Steve's wrist and gently screwed his own hand into the place where his lover's once was. Steve did the same. The couple stood together in a pool of their mixed blood, gazing into each other's eyes.

"This is incredible," Steve said.

They proceeded to take each other apart, piece by piece, until they a pile of pussing limbs on the floor of their studio loft. Then they put themselves together, mixing and matching their limbs and torsos.

"Yes," Steve moaned.

Bob took his arm and attached to one of Steve's arm sockets.

"Yes, c'mon."

Then Steve put one of his feet on one of Bob's ankles, fastening it.

"Oh God, yes..."