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Dragon Cycle	By : RubyRoh Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 6229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own WeiÃŸ Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The Orange and the Green - Part 2

Disclaimer: Of course the WK and Schwarz boys don't belong to me, we just have fun together. I write this stuff for pleasure not profit.

Author's Notes: Many thanks again to Iron Dog, my wonderful beta.

Warning: This chapter contains references to rape and violence perpetrated upon a nun. Just so you know.

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When they stopped in the bedroom doorway to turn on the light, Farfarello tested his luck and gave in to an urge. Pressing Schuldig against the wooden jamb, he kissed him again, finding him hardly more responsive than the first time.
Hands at his shoulders pushing him away, told him the German had tired of his position. Farfarello drew back and slipped his arm around Schuldig’s waist, drawing one of the telepath’s arms across his shoulders. They made their way to the large bed.
Letting his team mate down on the soft covers, Farfarello went with him, forcing him onto his back. He was on him immediately, undoing coat buttons hastily, and kissing feverishly.
Slow down, Schuldig urged with his hands on Farfarfello’s shoulders, pushing him away.
Farfarello didn’t want to be pushed away, he wanted to get closer, to dispense with clothes and press flesh against flesh; flesh into flesh. He reached up and grasped the telepath’s wrists, forcing them away from his shoulders and down onto the bed. Pound for pound, Schuldig was no match for him and the telepath knew it.
Then Farfarfello felt it; the subtle push into his mind. Schuldig was letting him know he was there – and the dizzying lust began to dissipate.
I can change your mind in less than a minute, Schuldig warned.
Farfarello drew back a little, looking down at him in annoyance. “I thought you wanted this, too,” he growled.
“I do, but let’s not go getting ahead of ourselves, huh?” Schuldig replied. “Now, I’m not sure how much experience someone locked in mental asylums for a good part of their life can claim, but when it comes to this kind of fucking, there are a few facts that can’t be ignored.”
“Such as?” Farfarello arched an eyebrow.
He was impatient to get on with the fucking but he had to admit that his sex-life was, indeed, extremely limited – and when he had participated in the past, he’d had no care for finesse. It hadn’t been required. It had always been a brutal and bloody affair that his partner had never survived. This time things were different; they had to be.
“Well,” Schuldig answered slowly, “most important of all - I’m not female.”
Farfarello grinned and leaned closer as one of his hands dropped to Schuldig’s crotch and squeezed the semi-hard erection he found there. “I may have been locked up in asylums for too long, but I know the difference between girls and boys.”
“But do you know the differences that matter?” Schuldig enquired as he covered Farfarfello’s hand and pried it from the bulge in the front of his pants.
“Like?”
“I’m a man, I don’t self-lubricate – and there’s no way we’re doing this without lube.”
“Because it’ll hurt?”
“Exactly because of that.”
“It wouldn’t hurt me,” Farfarello said lowly.
“It would damn well hurt me…”
Farfarello released the wrist in his grasp and caught his hands in the thick orange hair, gripping tightly. He kissed the German and drew back, looking into the blue eyes. “Then do me,” he breathed lustily.
Schuldig stroked his cheek and gave a slow smile. “That’s the plan,” he said. “But we need lube; otherwise it’s still going to hurt me. And I’ve had enough of pain for one night.”
“Fine,” Farfarello agreed shortly. “What is it and where do I find it?”
“Look in the bathroom,” Schuldig suggested, letting his hand drop from the Irishman’s face. “Baby oil, any sort of oil.”
Farfarello pushed himself off the bed and went in search of the magic ingredient that would allow him to have what he wanted…and if that damned German thought he was going to keep calling the shots, he’d have to disavow him of that belief. So long as he acted on impulse and didn’t think about what he was doing, Schuldig couldn’t interfere.
Reaching the bathroom he turned the light on and looked around quickly. The reason why a place like this would have baby oil amongst the contents of the bathroom escaped him. But it did. It was the first thing that came to hand and Farfarello, tired of interruptions, grabbed it and headed back to the bedroom.
The bedside lamps had been turned on and Schuldig was leaning back against the headboard. He’d removed his coat and shoulder holster. He smiled when Farfarello stood in the doorway and held up the oil.
“The light,” Schuldig said.
Farfarello hit the switch, dousing the main light and leaving them the soft glow of the lamps. Carrying the oil to the bedside cabinet, Farfarello set it down. He remained standing, looking down at the telepath.
“Anything else I should get while I’m up?” he enquired.
“That’ll do it.”
Farfarello began to remove his fingerless gloves as he knelt on the bed and straddled the German’s thighs. He tossed the gloves aside then reached for Schuldig’s bandana. The ever-present sunglasses had been slipped into a coat pocket earlier in the night so he didn’t have those to remove. He pulled the yellow material free and let it fall. For the first time since he’d knelt on the bed, his gaze left Schuldig’s and wandered over the unruly hair. He smiled and looked back into the telepath’s eyes.
“I hate that fucking bandana,” he muttered and leaned in for another kiss.
This time – finally – Schuldig was receptive and responsive.
This was very new ground for Farfarello. He’d never kissed any of his sex partners before. He’d never wanted to. He hoped he was doing things right. When the German’s lips parted, inviting him in, he figured he must be.
A strange sensation, putting your tongue in another person’s mouth. Schuldig’s mouth was hot and tasted of the scotch he’d drunk earlier. Farfarello was only allowed the pleasure of exploring the telepath’s mouth for a short time before Schuldig demanded the favor returned. His tongue invaded Farfarello’s mouth, tussled roughly with his tongue, and explored recklessly. Farfarello was a fast learner. He forced Schuldig to retreat and followed, introducing the German to his own brand of reckless and rough.
When they drew apart, Farfarello was breathing hard and his hands were clamped on either side of the telepath’s head. He was experiencing unfamiliar sensations and needed to rest a moment and try to puzzle it out. This felt very different to plundering a body – taking what he wanted and to hell with the damage he did.
He felt fingers on him and glanced down. Schuldig was unbuttoning his vest – and taking his own fine time about it. Farfarello reached out and hurriedly tackled the buttons on the German’s shirt. He finished first – but only just. He slid his hands inside Schuldig’s shirt, feeling the warm flesh overlaying muscle and bone. For the first time ever, Farfarello savored the feeling without wanting to do harm and voicing his appreciation in a small moan.
Warm hands urged the vest from his shoulders. He drew his hands back from the body they’d been caressing and hastily shook the garment free. Schuldig chuckled – a low, throaty sound that sent Farfarello forward, his lips seeking out the telepath’s mouth again.
As they kissed, he felt Schuldig’s fingers working at the tape that secured the bandaging around his chest. When the tape came free and the bandaging loosened, they drew apart long enough to dispense with it, tossing it over the side of the bed.
Farfarello seized the opportunity to rid Schuldig of his shirt, before reclaiming his hold, tightening his arms around the other man as their lips and bodies pressed together. In truth, Farfarello was rather lost now. He knew about rough fucking. He didn’t know about the subtleties of sex. He wasn’t sure how to get what he wanted without violence and force.
Schuldig’s lips left his to plant gentle kisses along his jaw line. Aah, it felt nice. Farfarello sighed a little, and took the breath back in quickly when sharp teeth closed briefly on his earlobe. That felt good, too. A hot tongue followed the curve of his ear now, trailing over the many piercings, venturing into his ear and sending small tingles of pleasure through his body. He heard a low laugh in his head.
Like that, do you?
“I do,” he answered as the tongue moved away from his ear.
When it reached a scar, the tongue followed the course of it from his jaw to under his eye and back again. Then the kisses began again until the lips encountered the scar on his chin. The tongue took over once more, sliding over the self-inflicted disfigurement. Farfarello moved his head, bringing the tongue into his mouth, where it tussled with his own again.
This wasn’t what he’d been expecting. He’d been expecting hurried and desperate; what he was getting was slow and relaxed. He suspected he was being teased very deliberately. As much as Farfarello was willing to learn, the way his cock was pressing against his fly, the lessons might have to wait.
As though reading his mind, which he no doubt was, Schuldig’s hands moved from Farfarello’s back. His fingers traced their way downwards, barely touching skin. Farfarello shivered, and heard Schuldig chuckle in his head. Reaching the waistband of the Irishman’s pants, the hands then made their teasing way towards the front.
Now Schuldig drew back from the kiss, giving Farfarello a sly smile as his fingers set to work on button and zip. Farfarello returned the smile, his own hands seeking out Schuldig’s belt. As he began to undo it, Farfarello snickered lowly, realizing he was about to discover the truth of that bright, outlandish hair.
Unfortunately, helping patch up all your injuries denies me the thrill of that discovery, Schuldig spoke into his mind, amused. Besides, he lifted an arm, briefly displaying his armpit, that’s the truth of it.
Farfarello gave him a wry grin. “So?” was all he said.
With the pants undone, Farfarello didn’t even think about it, he just tugged on the belt, sliding it out of its loops.
“No, no, no,” Schuldig said immediately, closing his hand over Farfarfello’s.
Farfarello looked at him. “Do you even know what you’re saying ‘no’ to?” he asked quietly.
For answer, Schuldig simply gave him a mocking smile.
Farfarello let go of the belt with a sigh. Maybe next time he could take the German unaware with the idea that had popped into his head. He raised his hands, grasping Schuldig’s head between them. He leaned in so they were almost nose-to-nose. “Nervous?” he whispered.
For answer, the redhead wrapped his arms around him tightly and pressed forward, kissing him roughly. This was better, Farfarello approved. Just because this was a team mate and he couldn’t - wouldn’t - kill him, it didn’t mean they had to behave like a pair of virgins. Although, he amended his thought, Schuldig’s touch hadn’t been virginal at all. The man knew what he was doing; there had been nothing tentative in the way he’d used his hands – or his mouth.
Letting go his thoughts, Farfarello realized he was being forced backwards. Instinct straightened his legs as his back hit the bed.
Next time, he thought, I’ll grab a hold of the hair.
I don’t like my hair being pulled on, Schuldig warned.
I don’t like people trying to snap my legs off at the knees, Farfarello countered.
Schuldig drew back a little, smiling meanly at him.
Farfarello was aware of several things.
He was aware that the German had altered the hold he’d had on him. His arms were no longer around Farfarello; rather they rested against his sides, snaking under him so the hands cupped his shoulders.
He was aware of the heat where their bare bodies pressed against each other.
He was aware of the hair that tickled his skin when Schuldig made even the slightest move.
He was aware of the soft warmth under his own hands.
Above all else, he was aware of his own constrained need, and the weight of the German upon it.
He grunted as that weight shifted slightly and his mouth was caught up in another deep kiss. He’d discovered that he rather liked kissing Schuldig, and being kissed by him. Although, he did suspect that Schuldig was not usually this leisurely when it came to sex.
Now the German moved again, drawing another grunt from Farfarello. The kiss ended but the pleasure continued as warm lips pressed, intermittently and briefly, against his skin. Those kisses were interspersed with sharp nips as they traveled along his jaw, down over the leather collar and his throat to his pulse point, along his collarbone and down to his chest.
He felt teeth close around a nipple, felt the pressure exerted and the touch of a wet, warm tongue. Pleasure shot through Farfarello, causing him to groan and squirm, which didn’t help his already demanding cock. He was unaccustomed to denying himself in this fashion. In the past, he’d been in complete control; everything had moved at his chosen frantic pace.
His hands moved to Schuldig’s butt, and he attempted to press the German down harder on his erection, bucking his own hips at the same time. It didn’t give him the satisfaction he was looking for.
Schuldig paid no mind to Farfarfello’s subtle demands and moved his attention to Farfarello’s other nipple, again employing teeth and tongue to send another shock of pleasure through the Irishman.

It’s been too long since I sought out the carnal, Farfarello thought to himself as Schuldig’s teeth and tongue moved back over his other nipple, supplying another jolt of pleasure. All the while the German traced meaningless patterns on the Irishman’s body; his fingers barely brushing flesh. Farfarello found it extremely sensual…
…unlike the last time he’d fucked someone. Sister Catherine. How she’d fought against his invasion of her God-devoted sanctity. How she’d tried to reason with him and, when it became apparent he wasn’t to be reasoned with, how she’d prayed; mumbling under her breath until he’d caught a word or two, and paralyzed her vocal chords. No doubt she’d continued praying in her mind, the part that wasn’t occupied with pain or terror, but it had done her no good – no good at all. God had turned a deaf ear to His Son’s own “bride” and left her at the mercy of a madman.
It had felt so damned good to violate her and make her understand that God cared nothing for her. Her life had been devoted to a lie, and the time had come for that deception to end. Farfarello had enjoyed teaching Sister Catherine the truth about her God. He’d enjoyed the fuck too; her pain, the look of abandonment in her eyes and the blood. Ah yes, the blood. So bright. So warm. So rich and red…
That’s really not helping set the mood, Schuldig chided.
“Then stay out of my mind,” Farfarello replied in an annoyed tone as the memory of the kill faded.
Schuldig brought his face close to the Irishman’s. “I don’t think so,” he whispered.
Farfarello lifted his head, catching the German’s bottom lip in his teeth - gently. Schuldig was not Sister Catherine; Schuldig was not one of the many strangers who’d fallen to his blood induced lust.
He resisted the urge to bite and released the lip in favor of a kiss. Schuldig was his team mate – a rather accommodating one, at that – and Schuldig could kill him before he’d had time to blink. Farfarello considered it might not be such a bad way to go – post-fuck with a telepath who was frying his brain.
You’re such a romantic. Schuldig’s tone was sardonic.
Farfarello lowered his head back onto the bed and looked into blue eyes. “This isn’t about romance, it’s about fucking,” he corrected. In a flash, he’d wrapped his legs around Schuldig’s waist. He rolled, reversing their positions. Reflexes had his legs free before Schuldig hit the mattress. He rubbed himself against the German. “And I’m tired of waiting,” he growled.
“Then these need to go,” Schuldig said, smiling sensually as his hands slid between Farfarello’s skin and pants.
Farfarello was more than agreeable to this and, in less than a minute, both men had divested themselves and each other of their remaining clothing.
Oh, Farfarello sighed in his mind as he held Schuldig to him, enjoying the feel of their bodies and heated erections pressed against each other.
They were lying side by side now, facing each other and exchanging another lingering kiss. The feel of his cock nestled against Schuldig’s was nice and all but Farfarello needed more. He moved his hips rhythmically, and moaned as delicious pleasure surged through him. He considered hooking a leg over Schuldig’s hip in order to increase the pressure.
With a slight nudge, Schuldig tipped the Irishman onto his back once more, denying him pressure and friction. Tongue and fingers worked in tandem as they teased at Farfarello’s nipples, chest and sides. Orange hair added to the erotic sensations, sliding over his skin as Schuldig continued his pleasurable torture.
Farfarello’s cock, freed of the pants, and with no source of friction, was begging for attention, but was being ignored by Schuldig. So Farfarello reached for it, needing to ease the strain - even a little. Schuldig was quicker, grasping hold of the Irishman’s wrist and preventing him from touching himself.
Frustrated, Farfarello closed his eye and growled deeply. Schuldig really was pushing his luck. A tongue circling and dipping into his belly button was no compensation, as nice as it felt.
Farfarello grit his teeth and growled again…and sucked it back as a startled breath as that previously annoying tongue ran up the length of his erection. Now he felt hair slide onto his skin and guessed that Schuldig, planning this move, had held his hair back to prevent it from warning him of where that tongue was headed.
The German’s gifted tongue traveled slowly along his shaft once more before teasing at the slit and head. Farfarello didn’t feel pain but there was nothing wrong with his pleasure center and, as Schuldig’s hot mouth engulfed him, it went into overdrive.
Farfarfello had never felt anything like the glorious wet heat that was Schuldig’s mouth on his cock. For a long, lovely moment, he felt like he was melting into the mattress. He released his grip on the covers and reached for Schuldig’s head, burying his fingers in the thick hair. Need burned through him, razing all else. His grip tightened as he prepared to take control and head-fuck his way to release.
Let. Go. The thought came through clearly, forcefully, even as Schuldig continued to suck and tease him.
Farfarello was jolted back to cognizance. He remembered whose hair he gripped, whose mouth surrounded him, and loosened his hold. But he couldn’t stop himself from bucking his hips. Fuck, but Schuldig knew his way around a cock. The small laugh from the telepath vibrated through his already sensitive length, causing him to groan and buck once more.
He felt a hand take hold of his balls; rolling them and squeezing carefully, causing him to throw his head back and let out a strangled cry. He couldn’t remember when he’d ever felt this good; didn’t think he ever had.
Farfarello lost himself in pleasure, but not so much that he forgot who was administering that pleasure. It wouldn’t do to harm Schuldig, not even inadvertently. Not if he wanted the German to continue pulling the pleasure from his body.
Scant minutes later, Farfarello was contemplating revising that thought. Schuldig had drawn back from him, removing mouth and hand. The German was a fucking tease.
“Schu…” Farfarello panted, raising his head.
He received a brief kiss. “Patience.”
He let his head drop back on the bed and closed his eye once more. He felt the bed move, and heard Schuldig grunt. What new torture had the German thought up for him now?
Farfarello was beginning to wonder if his way of fucking wasn’t preferable after all. At least there were no interruptions. You just got on with things and kept going until it was done.
Bend your knees.
For the first time, Farfarello realized how sensual Schuldig’s voice sounded in his head when he was aroused. It was better than the most potent aphrodisiac. He was certain that, in the right mood, he could get off on that mental voice alone. He wondered briefly if Schuldig would do that for him if he asked.
But for now he’d been given an instruction, so he bent his knees.
The feel of cold fingers invading him was a surprise but, when they came in contact with something inside, surprise was shoved roughly aside by blinding pleasure. He let out a loud cry as his back arched up off the mattress and his hands clawed at the bedcovers. He was very glad his hands weren’t tangled in Schuldig’s hair right now.
As he relaxed back down onto the bed, the German’s breath ghosted over his aching cock then that hot, talented tongue traveled its length once more, and briefly teased the head before descending to the base. He felt the silky brush of Schuldig’s hair against his thighs and cock just before slick heat engulfed one of his balls. He let out a short cry of surprise that died to a groan as Schuldig’s tongue toyed with him.
“Schu…” he gasped, unsure how much longer he could bear with the teasing.
After long, blissful moments, Schuldig bestowed the same attention on his other ball; rolling it in his mouth, sucking on it, and using his tongue to apply enough pressure to make Farfarello’s head swim with the sensation.
When Schuldig released him, Farfarello shuddered, wanting more. The German’s tongue slid slowly along his perineum, causing him to groan and shudder again.
Reversing direction, Schuldig treated him to the sensation once more. He licked and sucked briefly at Farfarello’s balls before running his tongue up his aching length.
Farfarello’s breathing was nothing but moans by now, but when the heat of Schuldig’s mouth closed around him again, he took a sharp breath and let it out as a long groan. This much pleasure just had to be sinful. That thought pushed Farfarfello’s arousal even higher.
He could hear his own breathing, harsh and ragged; hear his blood thundering through him; hear the pounding of his heart in his ears. Through it all, he was aware of the tension coiling within him.
Schuldig’s fingers stroked that place inside him again while his mouth and tongue licked, sucked and stroked his cock. Farfarello squirmed helplessly. He wanted this to last forever but knew it couldn’t. The onslaught of sensations provoked by the German was threatening to overwhelm him.
“Schu…ahhh…Schu,” he panted, not sure if he wanted the telepath to slow down or speed up.
The decision was made for him as his body tensed, ready for release. Colors burst behind his eyelid and he let out a feral yell as his climax swept through him. For an endless time he didn’t move and nothing existed for him but the slow fading of intense pleasure.
The feel of cool air on his still-sensitive cock helped reality kick in. He lay on his back with his eye closed. His heartbeat and breathing were slowly returning to normal. Nerveless limbs were regaining their strength, and his muscles seemed to be solidifying after having been turned to jelly. He was conscious of the soft covers under him, and aware that his body was free of all contact. Opening his mouth, Farfarello let out a deep, sated breath. Nothing of his previous experiences had prepared him for this.
Should I be flattered that I beat Sister Catherine hands down in the sex department?
Before Farfarello could answer the taunt, a warm and slender body came to rest on his; chest to chest; belly to belly, groin to groin. Farfarello sighed at the sensation even as warm lips caught his in another deep kiss. Clearly, he’d been satisfied, but Schuldig had not. He could feel the German’s erection pressing against him. If he’d had the strength, he’d have raised his arms, holding Schuldig closer. But he felt drained of all energy. Whatever relief Schuldig required, he’d have to get for himself.
“Maybe we can just kiss until you recover,” Schuldig suggested.
Farfarello half-opened his eye. “Talk in my head,” he said. “I like it when you talk in my head.”
I can do better than that.
Farfarello closed his eye again, feeling his skin prickle at the intimacy of the voice that whispered through his mind. At first he was unsure what was happening, but it soon became apparent. Since he’d just been sated in the most intense and pleasurable of ways, this desire and need he was feeling couldn’t possibly be his own. He opened his eye, looking at Schuldig questioningly.
“You can share that?” he asked.
“Of course,” Schuldig breathed. Do you want to share with me?
That voice inside his head; that question asked in such a seductive tone – there could only be one answer.
“Yes,” Farfarello agreed, bringing his arms around the German in a tight embrace.
Schuldig lowered his head, and Farfarello met his lips hungrily. The feelings stirring within him weren’t his own, but they may as well have been for the effect they were having. Bare seconds ago he’d felt unable to move as much as a finger and now need was invigorating him again. He was also aware of the restraint that was being exercised on that need within its host’s body.
Schuldig wasn’t only exercising restraint on his own need. He was also doing the same in regards to Farfarello. He hadn’t hit the Irishman with the full force of his desire. He’d given him a small taste and now he was allowing it to filter through, controlling the slow, steady rate of its increase.
Within minutes, Farfarello’s cock twitched as a prelude to erection. He let out a shuddering breath. The ability of the mind to control the body was not a new concept to him, and he was well aware of the extent of Schuldig’s Talent.
If only I’d put two and two together before this, he mused idly, I’d have fucked Schuldig months ago.
The feel of teeth on his throat brought him out of his reverie. He grunted at the pleasing sensation. Running a hand up Schuldig’s bare back and into his hair, Farfarello spoke silently.
Kiss me.
As Schuldig raised his head to oblige, Farfarello went for his throat. Sharp teeth nipped the German just above the collarbone, drawing blood. Schuldig made a surprised sound and Farfarello felt a spike of pleasure that wasn’t his own.
I knew you were a deviant, he grinned as his tongue moved over broken skin, taking in the taste of Schuldig.
Bastard. Schuldig’s thoughts were suffused with lust and any animosity he meant to convey was lost.
Farfarello savored all the sensations; the taste of the blood, the pleasure it had brought and the feel of that sensuous voice in his head.
Whether it was the bite or the blood; whether it was Schuldig’s need or his own; he was no longer sure and it no longer mattered. The only thing certain was that the demand for release had heightened to a point that was impossible to ignore.
Schuldig slipped away a little. Farfarello groaned at the friction on his hard cock, and he kept his arms around Schuldig, not letting him move too far. Through the haze of desire in his mind, he heard the German again instructing him to raise his knees.
As soon as he’d done so, Schuldig raised himself onto his elbows. Farfarello still held him, watching the concentration on his team mate’s face. Schuldig took his weight on one elbow for a moment, and Farfarello felt heat pressing against him.
Relax, he was urged.
He hadn’t thought he was tense, but he made a conscious effort to calm his breathing and do as Schuldig had asked. His reward for following orders was the feeling of heat sliding into him. Sensations flooded him, almost tipping him over the edge. He made an unintelligible sound and reached for his cock, gripping it hard. Schuldig was braced on both elbows again, looking down on Farfarello with glazed eyes and wearing an expression only lust could evoke.
Stroke in time with me, Schuldig whispered breathlessly, and began to thrust slowly.
Farfarello didn’t think he could keep to that leisurely pace. He wanted release and he wanted it now. Heat and need were everywhere. Heat invaded him, surrounded him and hovered over him while need burned through him. Silky hair slid over his skin as Schuldig lowered his head, bringing panting mouths together. The kiss was hard and rough and tongues fought for the right of invasion.
Schuldig grunted as his thrusting picked up in pace. Farfarello’s hand eagerly matched the increased tempo. He felt it when the angle of the German’s hips shifted and, on the next thrust, discovered the reason for it. Schuldig’s cock now stroked against that hidden source of pleasure his fingers had previously exploited. The feeling was no less intense and Farfarello tore his mouth away from the German, gasping for breath. Schuldig continued to stroke truly, causing Farfarello to tighten his grip on his own cock and pump hard.
As his warm seed striped his stomach and chest, the colors that burst behind his eyelid again were blinding in their brightness. His consciousness was swallowed by mind-numbing bliss. Someone made a low, strangled sound. He didn’t know if it was him or Schuldig and he hardly cared.
His left hand still rested on Schuldig’s waist, and he felt it when the German tensed, just before another climax crashed through him. Shuddering and groaning, Farfarello rode it out, sharing the sensations Schuldig was experiencing.
He’d been taken to the heights of pleasure and beyond. Now he felt deliciously sated – and exhausted. After endless moments there was movement then he felt Schuldig’s breath on his ear.
“Here endeth the lesson in reciprocal sex,” the German said huskily.
Farfarello heard the small moan Schuldig gave as he withdrew and flopped down on the bed. For a short time there were no sounds except that of their breathing. Farfarello was aware of semen seeping out of him. It was slightly irritating but nothing more. In fact, there existed little at all that could detract from the complete satisfaction he was feeling.
He revised his earlier thoughts. Having his brain fried whilst still in post-orgasmic bliss would be a fine way to depart this life, but only if he could take Schuldig with him. Movement at his side interrupted his thoughts. He opened his eye and turned his head. Schuldig was on his hands and knees, pulling the covers down. The German turned his head, meeting Farfarello’s gaze.
“I’m cold,” he explained as he began to climb under the covers. He made a pained face and grunted then recovered. “Normally I’d help clean you up but I’m exhausted,” he continued.
It took Farfarello a second or two to take his meaning. He was sated to the point of exhaustion himself, so he grabbed up a corner of the duvet and wiped himself off. That done, he climbed in beside Schuldig.
Farfarello considered himself a patient man – and patience sometimes gifted one with the very best rewards. The thought amused him and he gave a short, low laugh.
“Now that you know how it can be, maybe Crawford would bring some boys in for you – or some girls – if you promised not to rip them apart when you were done,” Schuldig suggested, sounding weary.
Farfarello rolled onto his side and looked at the German. “I don’t want him to do that,” he replied seriously.
“Why not?” Schuldig sounded amused. He turned his head and half-open eyes met Farfarello’s one eye. The telepath smiled slowly. “Think of the fun you could have.”
Farfarello reached up, touching his fingers to the German’s lips. Schuldig kissed the fingers. Raising himself up on one elbow, Farfarello moved his hand from the warm lips and cupped the side of Schuldig’s face. He lowered his head so their faces were less than an inch apart. “I want you,” he said on a breath.
Schuldig came wide awake for an instant, and then he lapsed back into his lethargy. “Don’t say that,” he cautioned. “Don’t say that.”
“I have to if I’m to speak the truth,” Farfarello responded quietly.
Schuldig watched him a moment longer before letting his eyes close completely. “Go to sleep, Far,” he said.
Farfarello settled himself again. It didn’t matter to him if Schuldig didn’t want to hear the truth. He wasn’t going to lie. He heard the small sound Schuldig made and opened his eye. Schuldig lay there, obviously still half asleep. Farfarello raised a hand, giving the German a slight shake.
“Schu,” he whispered, “your nose is bleeding.”

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