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Have a question for you.

[For as unusually brief as Horst is being, he seems very relaxed. Content, even.]

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Date: 2011-01-30 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
[Horst is straddling him, hands resting one on the floor and the other on Yuca's shoulder. He looks down at him, his expression intense from the fighting, but it softens after a second--

and then he hits Yuca again. His voice is a quiet hiss.]

Who do you reckon is winning?

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Date: 2011-01-30 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
I'm about to be, [he replies, the tone utterly scathing. One of Yuca's arms dart up to clamp fingers across Horst's throat, squirming and kicking out to try to get him off of him- but Horst easily has six inches and thirty pounds on him... plus the whole added bonus of being a superstrong vampire. It's harder than it sounds to kick him off.]

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Date: 2011-01-30 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
[It's the tone that really hits. For a fraction of a second, he's too stunned to react; then he's knocked to the side, though not completely off. He grabs Yuca's wrist and yanks the other's hand away from his throat, pins it on the ground]

This isn't real. You're teaching me, remember?

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Date: 2011-01-30 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
[Yuca stares up at him for a long moment, trying to place it- his face, his name, what was he doing here?]

What are you?

[Because now, he knows he's not human. And he's trying to break free from Horst's hold again, the previous question not quite registering anymore.]

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Date: 2011-01-30 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
[Horst is quiet, and then he shakes his head slightly] I'm your friend.

[And just before he lets Yuca kick free, he whispers 'Don't leave'.]

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
[Yuca closes his eyes and rolls away after Horst gets off of him, getting up in a hurry and dusting himself off.]

Horst-

[He bites his lip, before shaking his head and letting the emotion fall from his face, sliding back into another stance.]

...that was good. Again.

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
[Horst nods and copies Yuca's stance, although he has to wait for further instruction on what to do after that. It's not exactly the same as a brawl.]

I think I fight better when I'm drunk.

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
You're more confident when you're drunk.

[He steps in again, but slower this time.]

Move slowly. Calm yourself down and just watch my movements and retaliate with your own.

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
[Horst, in turn, takes a step back, so they're not trapped by the pews for this round.]

I think you have the advantage--being calm so naturally, as you are.

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
You have a considerable size, strength, and speed advantage. Calm is all I have.

[He moves forward a little into the opening, taking a deep breath before aiming to hit him again.]

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
Not all you--

[Not possible to talk when you're being hit across the jaw]

--ow

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
[He raises an eyebrow.]

That wasn't very good.

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
Hey. Are you mocking your student?

[Either way Horst moves to hit back]

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
[Yuca blocks it, sliding closer into a more personal range so he can drive an elbow into Horst's ribcage.]

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
[Horst winces, but smirks when he straightens and grabs Yuca's shirt to flip them around and shove him against the pulpit.]

You can hit me harder than that.

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
[His back hits the pulpit and he winces for a moment, before he stomps on Horst's foot, bringing a hand up to try and hit the underside of Horst's jaw.]

Maybe I'm going easy on you.

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
[That blow cuts Horst's lip and he could only manage a glancing blow--if that--as he staggers back a few steps]

You shouldn't.

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
You're barely keeping up with me as it is.

[Sidestepping around him, getting away from being cornered.]

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Date: 2011-01-30 05:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
What! You're almost bruised head to toe.

[He wipes blood off his chin--the cut has started to heal already--and moves after Yuca, trying to grab him]

Maybe I shouldn't go easy on you either, hm?

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Date: 2011-01-30 06:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
[Yuca gives a little sound as he's grabbed, going a little slack under Horst's grip, not quite fighting back.]

Well, it's hardly my fault if you heal all the damage I do to you. I'm only human.

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Date: 2011-01-30 06:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
You should be glad! At least your eyes don't glow in the dark.

[He has Yuca pressed against one of the stone pillars, and he knows he ought to hit or throw or something now. But he just has Yuca's wrists pinned, and instead of fighting all he ends up doing is study Yuca quietly]

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Date: 2011-01-30 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
Do yours?

[Suddenly quiet. Yuca vaguely tries to struggle out of Horst's grip, but he gives up when he realizes that the vampire didn't seem like he was going to hurt him. The scrutiny was a little unnerving, if Yuca could feel unnerved... which, he was sort of thinking that he could. And that anger, earlier- where had that came from? Bits and pieces of memory, of names, of emotions were trickling back to him, and it was so strange, like he was the bottom of the hourglass, slowly being filled with grain after grain of sand.

He swallows hard, meeting Horst's gaze as best as he could.]


...what's wrong?

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Date: 2011-01-30 06:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
Nothing.

[His voice is so low, Yuca wouldn't have been able to hear him if they weren't so close together. There's something different about Yuca, different from the last time he saw him, and Horst is determined not to take it as a hopeful sign.

He lightly rests his forehead against Yuca's, as he struggles to just get a clear thought in his head, just one verdammt thought that doesn't involve the thought of Yuca, the color of his eyes or the straightness of his hair, the feel of Yuca's cheek against his palm or the softness of his lips--

And then it wasn't just a thought anymore, but something Horst realized he was doing.
]

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Date: 2011-01-30 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neverquitedies.livejournal.com
[Yuca didn't realize that Horst had intended to kiss him until their lips were actually pressed together, softly, tentatively. He still hurt from their scuffle- his back and his cheek and his stomach- but this distracted him from that, a little. It was nice. Quaint. Horst was attracted to him.

And as logic gave way to emotion, Yuca suddenly realized that he wasn't sure quite how to deal with it. Obviously, react accordingly, which was exactly what he was figuring out how to do- but besides that? He didn't know what he felt. Yuca wasn't quite overwhelmed with emotion, but by this point, his hollow shell of a body had been so unused to it, that when it finally did trickle in, he didn't really know what to do with the sudden feeling. Horst was kissing him. Slowly, finally, Yuca moved back against him, returning the kiss with a little flutter in his pulse.]

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Date: 2011-01-30 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com
[Horst himself hadn't had this in mind until a second before it happened. He had been surprised at himself, but stunned by Yuca.

Where Yuca barely felt a thing, Horst felt too much for his liking; when he was attracted to someone he preferred it to be light, superficial and easily satiated. Now, though, the grief and anger and fear from the past month just weighed down on the deeper feelings he'd been ignoring he had for Yuca. It made the kiss deeper, just a touch greedier, instead of Horst pulling away he pressed closer.]

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