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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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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]

[He arches into the other's touch, moaning lightly into the other's mouth. The entire time his arms were twisting and tugging, trying to break free from the bond that held them. His tongue fought back, shoving and pushing against the other's. He may currently be the one on his back, but that didn't mean he couldn't still be a willingly participant.]

[The belt is tight, but not as strong as Cloud, and the material thins and snaps.

Horst breaks that very long, hungry kiss to look up at the failed bondage and laughs.]

[His eyes sparkle with amusement as he lowers his hands, burns from the tight leather apparent on his wrist, tiny pin pricks of blood appearing on the surface.]

It takes a lot more than leather to hold me down.

[Excuse him while he attacks your neck, biting down harshly. Have a taste of your medicine, Horst.]

[Mina has been getting Horst used to being bitten, but Cloud is far more passionate about it and it hurts more than fangs do. For a split second Horst freezes up, remembering the last time he was bitten as a human.

But he doesn't want to ruin this and he moans softly, a little shakily, and grinds hard on Cloud.]

[He had felt the other freeze against his, had heard just how fake that moan sounded, and it was enough to make him stop, pull back and look at the other, bright eyes glowing even more intensely than normal in the dim light of the room.]

Don't tell me you can dish it out but can't take it back.

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.

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

Then why are you rambling?

[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.

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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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?']

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

What do you think we're doing?

[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?

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

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[Offline] How... long have I been replying with this journal with neither of us noticing? /Facepalm

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

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

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