Interlude: Regifting
January 5, 2001
a Rome, Italy
When Schuldig Portals into Farfarello's Roman flat, he looks and telepatically feels around before sitting on the edge of Farfarello's bed. He's not sure what he's here for but knows too well that showing uncertainty in front of him is a very bad idea.
It would come to him.
"Satan!" Unlike the Farfarello Schuldig knew best, Red could move so fluidly that he looked like a freaky special effect. Schuldig only has a second to decide that he'll let Farf end up behind him before Farf is already there, pressing against his back and draping his hands over Schu's front. "That was the best Christmas ever. Ever, ever."
Schuldig shivers at the feel of hot breath against his ear. "It was fairly unprecedented, ja."
"I know you don't like to go that far usually, so I know it was a present for me." Farfarello's right hand slid down Schu's front to start stroking him through his pants. "I'm glad you returned so quickly."
"Fuck, do you pay me in sex to join in your killing sprees?" Schu wants to know, and Farf's tangled, exhilarated brain won't tell him.
"I don't do things I don't want to do. I enjoy it, and it's sinful. It's dripping with sin."
"I'm not gonna let you lead me around by my dick." Not even when his pants felt this tight, Farfarello's hand felt so good, and the bloodflow was leaving Schuldig's brain to head southward.
"I have before and didn't hear you complain at the time."
"I hate you."
"I can feel that," Farfarello says, and Schuldig can't help gasping at what that hand does next.
"Fuck."
"That would be the general idea."
a Rome, Italy
When Schuldig Portals into Farfarello's Roman flat, he looks and telepatically feels around before sitting on the edge of Farfarello's bed. He's not sure what he's here for but knows too well that showing uncertainty in front of him is a very bad idea.
It would come to him.
"Satan!" Unlike the Farfarello Schuldig knew best, Red could move so fluidly that he looked like a freaky special effect. Schuldig only has a second to decide that he'll let Farf end up behind him before Farf is already there, pressing against his back and draping his hands over Schu's front. "That was the best Christmas ever. Ever, ever."
Schuldig shivers at the feel of hot breath against his ear. "It was fairly unprecedented, ja."
"I know you don't like to go that far usually, so I know it was a present for me." Farfarello's right hand slid down Schu's front to start stroking him through his pants. "I'm glad you returned so quickly."
"Fuck, do you pay me in sex to join in your killing sprees?" Schu wants to know, and Farf's tangled, exhilarated brain won't tell him.
"I don't do things I don't want to do. I enjoy it, and it's sinful. It's dripping with sin."
"I'm not gonna let you lead me around by my dick." Not even when his pants felt this tight, Farfarello's hand felt so good, and the bloodflow was leaving Schuldig's brain to head southward.
"I have before and didn't hear you complain at the time."
"I hate you."
"I can feel that," Farfarello says, and Schuldig can't help gasping at what that hand does next.
"Fuck."
"That would be the general idea."