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I don't. But you could.

[He smirks, leans closer, grazes his teeth over Cloud's neck--not even hard enough to draw blood.]

I could make you beg for it, love.

[And that? That sound that just released from his throat? It may or may not be a small moan. One that he will deny until the end of time. Because damn it, that was not supposed to feel good.

Even if it totally did.]

You're asking for it, Horst.

[He just chuckles softly and does that again, encouraging even one more moan like that last one. He does enjoy the little sounds...]

Don't be ridiculous.

[The sound was softer this time, less pronounced than the first, seeing as he knew it was coming and could easily control it's rise. Of course the one thing he had always enjoyed sexually would be the one thing Horst specialized at. Of course the gods would frown on him just that much.]

Then stop teasing and do it already.

[It doesn't help that the last time he fed was off of Merlin. That chat with Kurotsuchi, too, has put him in a peculiar mood.

He rolls them over so he's on top and takes his time brushing his lips against Cloud's pulse, as if searching for just the right spot. Even though as a vampire and a well-educated one at that, he could find it easily.]

Teasing is half the fun of anything.

[There's a soft gasp at the movement, before he realizes it's the other's lips brushing over his skin instead of his teeth, the touch almost gentle. Bright blue eyes become hidden slowly behind thick blond lashes. What was he doing? Yes, Horst was his friend, someone dear to him, but was he really laying there, back pressed against the floor, about to let the other feed off of him?

Had this been a normal week he would have shoved the other off and told him to find someone else. But this week, all he wanted was to somehow keep his honor in tact and to protect the ones that mattered to him.

And somehow, in his mind, it actually made sense. Just this once.]

I can always change my mind, you know.

You could. [As if realizing this for the first time.

He pulls the collar of Cloud's shirt down and bites him, just behind the jugular. it should hurt, but Horst's fangs are very sharp and Mina has taught him a few tricks. Instead of painful it's uniquely, deliriously pleasurable.]

[It doesn't hurt. It doesn't even sting. All he feels is the sharpness of his teeth sliding into his flesh, cutting through it easily. Even as he feels the blood begin to flow out, slowed due to the mako that flowed inside of his veins, all he felt was a deep, unexplained thrumming in his body, starting from the spot where the other's fangs rested and moving downwards.

He arched into in, unexplainably, body pressing upwards in a long, lean line into the firm one above him.

Well. He hadn't been expecting that.]

[Usually all he has to do is bite and swallow as his mouth fills with blood. With Cloud, because of the mako, he has to suck hard just to get a taste.

He presses down eagerly against Cloud as he presses up, and fists one hand in the blond's hair.]

[The sucking was going to leave a mark, one that would more than likely fade before anyone saw and asked questions. But that fact remained that it would still be there.

His own hands slipped down Horst's clothed back, one fisting in the material of his shirt and tugging, the other coming upwards to splay over his neck and press him downwards, allowing his teeth to sink more deeply into his skin.

His hips arched upwards as the other pressed downwards, another moan slipping past his defenses.]

[Horst hesitates only a moment before he shifts, bites down, and grinds against Cloud.

This isn't how he's used to feeding, but he's not complaining. The mako trickling into his own system makes him feel alive again.

He isn't even drinking anymore really, just making a point of leaving bruises on Cloud's neck. And then his lips have found Cloud's, and his hand has slid under Cloud's back to pull his hips up against Horst's.]

[This was far from what he had been expecting when he had invited the other over. A drink or two, maybe. The tossing around of insults, most definitely. But this? Ending up on the floor with the other on top of him was the last thing he had ever expected.

His lips parted as Horst's suddenly attached to them, mouth open and tongue darting over, tracing over the full bottom lip of the other and taking in the taste of his own blood along with the tang of mako that was left behind.

His fingers slipped from Horst' neck upwards, into thick, dark hair, tugging on it as his hips did as they were instructed, moving against the other's in a slow grinding motion, a soft purr sounding in his throat.]

[Congratulations, Cloud, you're no longer the only one moaning. It's already gonr further than Horst would have imagined; Cloud wouldn't even let him bite anywhere but the wrist the first time.

But when in doubt, just go with it. This is a very, very good change of pace for the day.

He sits up, expertly pulling Cloud up with him and removing the blond's shirt in one fluid motion.]

[That was kind of the point, wasn't it? To not be the only one enjoying this. It'd be kind of boring if he was. And in his defense, he didn't remember that the bit marks would scar the way they would.

His shirt came away from his body easily without the barrier of his harness in the way, and for a moment he was thankful he always took it off at night. Not like he needed it or the armor after sunset for anything other than looks anyway.

Once the shirt was removed, however, he shifted so he was on his knees, hands finding the hem of the other's shirt and tugging upwards, removing it easily, tossing it aside. At least now they were even.]

[Horst is glad Cloud is at least enjoying this. He sits with his back against the couch and jerks Cloud onto his lap. He pulls his face down to meet Horst's, kissing him even deeper than before.

He slowly unfastens Cloud's belt, and pulls it free; he has a use for it in mind. Besides, he has to remove it slowly. He's so drunk it takes several tries to work the small fastening; it's not like removing soft cloth.]

[His leg's part in a straddle as he moves to sit in the other's lap, leaning back against the other's bent leg's for support. He felt slightly dizzy, undoubtedly from the combination of blood loss, vodka and pleasure that was currently moving through his veins.

He paused at the other's struggling, lips curling into a smirk as he leaned down, those same lips pressing against the heated skin of the other's jaw.]

Sure you've done this before?

It's the belt. [That might have sounded convincing if he hadn't slurred the words and lost his British accent in favor of the German one.

He lets himself be distracted by Cloud's mouth, just for a moment.]

How often do you do this?

Here. [His hands went down to join the other's, easily undoing the small buckle the belt boasted, leaving the rest of the work to the other.]

Not often enough. [His words were spoken against skin before his teeth nipped into it. In reality it hadn't been since the night under the Highwind with Tifa. In his own little world it had only been a couple of months.]

[Horst groans quietly--something is very pleasing about Cloud helping to undress, then doing that with his teeth.]

Isn't that what I've been telling you for months?

[he lays Cloud back on the floor, and binds his wrists to the leg of the sofa with the belt.]

[And that? That is going to get you a growl, Horst. And one very, very unhappy Cloud on yours hands.]

What in the hell are you doing?

Must you blow this out of proportion? [He asks that in a low purr, smiling and kissing Cloud slowly.]

You're more than capable of getting out of that if you like. Trust me for now. You'll like this.

[He stops struggling, if only for a second as the other speaks, leaning down to press his lips against his softly, slowly, the movement seeming to last so much longer than it actually does.]

You're going to regret this.

Why would I?

[Good luck trying to answer, Cloud, what with the vampire teasing your tongue and all]

[Because the second you stop distracting him for he can break free he's going to kill you.

But he really, really likes what you're doing at the moment, so maybe you shouldn't stop quite yet.]

[As he kisses Cloud and nips at his tongue--not with his fangs of course, he doubts Cloud wants it pierced--his hand moves down slowly to fondle him through his half-undone jeans]

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