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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[Offline] XDD i thought you were using it for other icons!

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

It's fine. I was used to you being tied down is all. I feel bad for that poor, murdered belt, but I quite like you free, I think.

[Rambling. He does that occasionally. He kisses Cloud's neck, sometimes pausing to nip and suck a few bruises into his skin.]

Don't stop.

[Offline] I honestly did it without even realizing, I kid you not. xD

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[Guess what? He doesn't believe you.]

Then why are you rambling?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He is clearly thinking about lying for a while. But he sighs faintly, and turns his head, exposing the pale and obviously fatal scar on his throat.]

I've spent quite a lot of time regretting having been bitten. It's nothing to worry about.

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

Horst...

[His voice was soft, almost inaudible, because how in the hell did the other always manage to get him into these situation? It seemed as though it should be impossible and yet, it always happened.

Gentle fingers lifted, trailing over the scar slowly, gently, before slipping away.]

And I've spent a lot of time regretting becoming a part of Shinra. But neither of us can change what's already happened.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He looks down at Cloud for a moment, too serious for being so drunk.]

But we can change what we do after. Which would be easier if I knew... [What he even wants to do anymore.

He kisses Cloud again, more desperately now. Kissing is always better than thinking.]

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[He's pretty damn tempted to shove the other off and ask him exactly what he was going to say. But he already knows. Even if his brain doesn't quite get it yet, his heart does, and it's the only thing that stops him and makes him give in.

His fingers slip around the other's neck, sliding into thick, messy hair and tugging harshly, hips rolling upwards once more, trying to over come the awkwardness of their previous conversation as best as he possibly could.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst is just glad that Cloud isn't going to insist he keep talking. He's already said a good deal more than he wanted.

He grinds down insistently on Cloud, and cautiously begins pushing Cloud's jeans down.]

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[He would love to insist that you keep talking, Horst, but it's a story for another day. One where his head isn't spinning from vodka, blood loss and lust.

His hips raise to the other's attentions, rolling upwards and pressing hard, one hand slipping from the bare shoulder down over his back, slipping until the hem of his jeans and teasing the soft skin directly above his ass.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst groans and has to admit that, fine, now they have to talk.]

What are we doing?

[That doesn't imply 'let's stop', just 'are you sure you want to do more of this?']

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[Well, that stops his movements in their tracks. He doesn't quite know how to answer that.]

What do you think we're doing?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst gives him a familiar Look, and then leans down to nibble along his ear] The real question is, do I get up and find...something so we can keep doing this?

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[Have a small moan, Horst, as he arches into the touch.] Sure you're really capable of that?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst hits him upside the head, and gets up.]

Just for that--

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[He just glares daggers at the other's back.]

My room is at the end of the hall on the right.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Well hurry up and get there.

[He makes a 'come on' gesture over his shoulder]

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[He sighs heavily, annoyed, before pushing himself up, letting his already undone and loosened pants fall from his hips, kicking them out of the way so they land some where behind the sofa.

And swiftly proceeds to move past the other and up the stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of tight, black boxer briefs.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst is faster than light, and he uses that to race Cloud. However he's also drunk; he has no idea who gets there first, because he winds up laughing, leaning dizzily on the door frame]

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[And someone is not at all impressed with your antics, Horst. If you were gonna do that, you might as well have just stayed in the living room.]

Laughing won't get you in my bed any faster.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[And suddenly he's there, on top of Cloud, kissing him and grinding against him.]

Are you sure you're up to this?

This isn't late. Nope. Not at all. We might have this finished by next year.

[mirroredecho.livejournal.com]

[Hey, no using the powers of vampire-ism for sexual purposes. And no asking him questions like that when you've just taken his breath away and made him want you even more.]

Depends on what I'm getting into.