Interlude: Possessed
October 1, 2000
a Rome, Italy
When Farfarello walked out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower, he saw Lucifer sitting on his bed. Annoyance and affection warred within him, but he had to give the telepath credit for coming back so soon, especially knowing that Farfarello had been enraged last time. But the anger had faded, and fondness dominated him now as he sat beside him. Wait.
"It hasn't been just a few days for you, has it?" Farfarello asked.
"How did you guess?" Satan asked, sounding tired.
"You smell like oncoming winter, you look much wearier, you're wearing heavier clothing, and your hair is longer. I think you're thinner too."
"You notice all that?"
"Yeah." Farfarello nuzzled and nipped a bit at the part of Schuldig's neck visible above the collar of his shirt.
"Mmmm. It's been a month. Brad's been working me to the bone. But I took your point that my visits are few and far between, so...."
"Nice of you to make an effort." But it did excite him, Satan making this effort for him.
"I like to feel more valued and less like you're paying for my killing abilities with sex."
"I enjoy possessing you too."
"...you make it all sound so romantic."
When Farfarello pushed at him, Lucifer let himself go to fall limply onto the pillow. "Enough romance for you to return." He pulled his towel away so he could lie naked beside him.
"Don't get too conceited."
"How can I when you're going to sleep on me? Did you really arrive for that?"
Satan smiled in a dreamy way. "I'm just so comfortable right now. I'll be fully rested for you when I wake up. Or I could go home."
"Stay." Farfarello had ways of bringing him awake when he became bored enough of watching him slumber. For now, confident in his possession, Farfarello stroked him to sleep.
a Rome, Italy
When Farfarello walked out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower, he saw Lucifer sitting on his bed. Annoyance and affection warred within him, but he had to give the telepath credit for coming back so soon, especially knowing that Farfarello had been enraged last time. But the anger had faded, and fondness dominated him now as he sat beside him. Wait.
"It hasn't been just a few days for you, has it?" Farfarello asked.
"How did you guess?" Satan asked, sounding tired.
"You smell like oncoming winter, you look much wearier, you're wearing heavier clothing, and your hair is longer. I think you're thinner too."
"You notice all that?"
"Yeah." Farfarello nuzzled and nipped a bit at the part of Schuldig's neck visible above the collar of his shirt.
"Mmmm. It's been a month. Brad's been working me to the bone. But I took your point that my visits are few and far between, so...."
"Nice of you to make an effort." But it did excite him, Satan making this effort for him.
"I like to feel more valued and less like you're paying for my killing abilities with sex."
"I enjoy possessing you too."
"...you make it all sound so romantic."
When Farfarello pushed at him, Lucifer let himself go to fall limply onto the pillow. "Enough romance for you to return." He pulled his towel away so he could lie naked beside him.
"Don't get too conceited."
"How can I when you're going to sleep on me? Did you really arrive for that?"
Satan smiled in a dreamy way. "I'm just so comfortable right now. I'll be fully rested for you when I wake up. Or I could go home."
"Stay." Farfarello had ways of bringing him awake when he became bored enough of watching him slumber. For now, confident in his possession, Farfarello stroked him to sleep.