Interlude: Sweets
When Schuldig Portalled into Farfarello's apartment, box of candy in hand, he felt their Schwarz mind link flare to life, warm as the sun shining through the window against Schu's back. "Lightbringer," Farfarello purred as he walked up, pressed himself against Schu's body, and kissed his neck, ending with a slight nip of teeth. Barefoot, in worn-out blue jeans and a ragged, faded black T-shirt, Farfarello looked scrumptious. Then again, he always did.
"It's the window, not me," Schuldig answered as he gripped Farfarello's short red hair.
"Being humble doesn't suit you, Satan."
"Yeah, yeah." Schuldig suddenly found himself lying sprawled on the bed on his back, with Farfarello sitting astride him and opening the box of chocolates. "And people think I'm impatient?"
"Only because you are. Mmmm, raspberry filling for this one. Are we courting now?"
"Today's Discount Candy Day, one of my highest holidays." Schuldig writhed under him and smiled at how Farfarello's look turned lustier.
"Oh, aye, February 15." He ran his fingers through Schuldig's hair. "He celebrated the same way but didn't share his candy. When I hoped you'd come back after you'd fucked with the pope--"
"I didn't fuck with the pope. I'm not that loose."
Farfarello grinned. "--I didn't let myself guess what you'd be like. Didn't let myself think that you'd be him, come again. And you're not. If my Schuldig had been in your circumstances and had your abilities, he'd never think to dispose of my remains in some special way, let alone wonder which pope I'd prefer to be thrown at. I like you."
Not quite able to deal with that, Schuldig said, "You're looking at my neck like you're wondering if I have raspberry filling."
"I'll get to your filling soon enough." Tasting of chocolate and raspberry creme, Farfarello gave Schuldig a kiss that nearly stole his breath and started to undo the fly of Schuldig's pants.
"Oh, goody," Schuldig panted.
"It's the window, not me," Schuldig answered as he gripped Farfarello's short red hair.
"Being humble doesn't suit you, Satan."
"Yeah, yeah." Schuldig suddenly found himself lying sprawled on the bed on his back, with Farfarello sitting astride him and opening the box of chocolates. "And people think I'm impatient?"
"Only because you are. Mmmm, raspberry filling for this one. Are we courting now?"
"Today's Discount Candy Day, one of my highest holidays." Schuldig writhed under him and smiled at how Farfarello's look turned lustier.
"Oh, aye, February 15." He ran his fingers through Schuldig's hair. "He celebrated the same way but didn't share his candy. When I hoped you'd come back after you'd fucked with the pope--"
"I didn't fuck with the pope. I'm not that loose."
Farfarello grinned. "--I didn't let myself guess what you'd be like. Didn't let myself think that you'd be him, come again. And you're not. If my Schuldig had been in your circumstances and had your abilities, he'd never think to dispose of my remains in some special way, let alone wonder which pope I'd prefer to be thrown at. I like you."
Not quite able to deal with that, Schuldig said, "You're looking at my neck like you're wondering if I have raspberry filling."
"I'll get to your filling soon enough." Tasting of chocolate and raspberry creme, Farfarello gave Schuldig a kiss that nearly stole his breath and started to undo the fly of Schuldig's pants.
"Oh, goody," Schuldig panted.