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[Horst is sitting on the wall, and he lies back and sets the PCD down behind him. It can catch sight of the moon overhead and, sometimes, Horst's hands. Sewing.]

You know, it's summer and I'm sleeping quite a bit more--consider it my hibernation period. But that's really not much of an excuse not to get to know all these newcomers, especially with so many people leaving....

I'm Horst Cabal. I run a bar, sometimes. I'm going to start a school--everyone is welcome to attend or teach a class.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He tugs lightly on Yuca's shirt, straightens his collar]

Why? You're not a nun. And if you were that would be even worse for you, given my clergy and nunnery fetish.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[He just has to sigh and shake his head, letting Horst touch his clothes.]

I'm a priest, Horst. As you're so often inclined to forget.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I haven't forgotten at all, Father. I confess everything to you.

[He glances behind them at the house, then leads Yuca around back. Johannes is up.]

Hypothetically, how bad would it be if I were to sleep with an angel?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Hypothetically.

[He rolls his eyes.]

There aren't any scriptures relating to that, Horst. Besides which, don't even act like you're in any way concerned with your standing in Heaven.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Well that's a relief. And of course I am. I'm a very moral...vampire. As far as vampires go.

Are there scriptures about flirting with priests? [Because flirting is clearly as far as he goes. Yup.]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

If you're not married to the angel, then- yes.

[He can't help but smile though.]

'Flirting' can be roughly translated to 'coveting' or 'lusting after'. Which is a sin with anybody, unless joined by marriage. Which, of course, priests are not permitted to do.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst catches the smile, and grins a bit.]

That's a shame. I'm rather enjoying 'lusting after' a priest.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you are.

[He rubs at his eyes.]

You should ask for forgiveness.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Should I? Maybe I ought to work it off, instead. Or you could flog me for penance.

[But his grin fades a little]

Tired?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

A little.

[A lot.]

And I doubt that flogging would make you regret anything.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

You know, I've never actually enjoyed the masochistic angle. But you're right, of course.

So if I can't regret I may as well indulge, mm?

[He tugs Yuca closer, into a lazy but brief kiss]

Anyway. Upstairs? I'll make you tea or something, help you stay up.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Then maybe I will flog you. So long as you don't enjoy it.

[He smiles into the kiss, casually laying an arm around Horst's shoulder.]

Don't worry about it. Adventures with you are plenty to keep me up.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I'm going to come up with some surprise adventures, then.

[The arm around him keeps him from taking them upstairs just yet. He presses Yuca against the wall, and nips again at him.]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[Yuca lets himself be moved, but he nudges at Horst a little first, as if to prove that it wasn't entirely his idea.]

As long as we both keep out clothes on throughout them, I see no reason why I shouldn't let you.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He looks up from grazing his fangs over Yuca's neck]

Through all of them? What if part of it involves swimming, or moonbathing?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Why would I want to moonbathe?

[Swallowing hard at the feel of Horst's teeth slipping over where they'd been before.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst's voice is quiet, deliberately so, and he doesn't answer right away because he challenges himself with giving Yuca a hickey without cutting him with his fangs. It almost works, and he licks the very tiny nick he made.]

Because I can't sunbathe.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[When he realizes what Horst is about to do, Yuca lets out a small murmur of protest (he'll have to wear the priest collar for a few days now), trying to reach out and nudge him away- but all he does is meet Horst's skin because the bastard isn't wearing a shirt, and it's so cold and soft that he isn't quite sure what to do with it.]

I- burn easily anyway.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Really? Me too. [Perfectly straight face, but his eyes are playful. He seems to be behaving himself, except for the fact his hand is slowly unbuttoning Yuca's shirt, then rebuttoning, then unbuttoning.]

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[He pulls back to watch him, trying to be affronted.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Testing the buttons. Don't worry! You can keep it on. Though you did challenge me, you know. All these scars you said were meant to scare me off....

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I didn't say they were scaring you off, just that they weren't attractive.

[Raising his hand to touch Horst's wrist gently, a silent request to stop.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He smiles slightly and obeys, instead leaning back against the wall.]

Is there anywhere you haven't been, in your world?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Not many that I can think of.

[He smiles at the compliance though.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst's voice is quiet, deliberately so, and he doesn't answer right away because he challenges himself with giving Yuca a hickey without cutting him with his fangs. It almost works, and he licks the very tiny nick he made.]

Because I can't sunbathe.