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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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[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.