Blood & Butterknives
Blood & Butterknives
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normal\'>A Schuldig &
Farfarello-story
normal\'>For my Snuggle-Bunny.
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Shuffling
footsteps; the sound of a door being kicked open, and two silhouettes can be
seen entering a dark room.
A click;
the light switch
A sickly
sweet giggle from one of the two as the bright light burn his single eye;
giving a delicious pain he can’t really feel…
“Farfie…
Don’t laugh. This is all your fault, you know…” Schuldig leans against
Farfarello’s body to steady his drunken sway, soft carrot-coloured locks brushing
the other’s scarred and pale cheek. “Irish beer is SO not for me… Remind me
next time we go out, ok?”
Schuldig
stumbles a little then; Farfarello almost carrying him to the nearby sofa where
he falls back with a not so pleased grunt. “Ooooh!” Schuldig purrs, stretching
out against the pillows like a big, orange feline. “It’s nice to be back home…
I swear if I had to listen to that guy thinking about doing me in the bathroom
for one more second, I would have jammed a knife through his forehead…”
“A
and slow…” He chuckles evilly, fine lips perfectly smirking.
“I already
did!” Farfarello sits down next to the pretty German drunk, grinning too. “And
cut out his tongue as well, just to be sure…”
“Uhhhh
Farfie… My Hero!!!” Schuldig squalls and throws his arms around Farfarello’s
neck, placing one long leg in the Irishman’s lap. “Did you bring it?” His eyes
are wide and hopeful.
“No, I’m
afraid not, SchuSchu. But I brought this…” He
opens his palm showing Schuldig the fine golden earring lying inside. “He won’t
need it anymore, and I want it!” Farfarello touches his earlobe, already
decorated by three hoops, and Schuldig knows that there is more than one ring
in his other ear as well.
Farfarello
watches Schuldig while bringing out a long, sharp silver-thing, which looks
much too big to be a normal needle. “…And I want you to make the hole in my
ear…” He whispers the words against Schuldig’s mouth; his tongue almost wetting
his lips.
“Mmmmm… But
Farfie I’m drunk…” Schuldig sings, and their noses rub as his head loll forward
a bit.
Farfarello
smiles while pulling his head back up, holding Schuldig’s face in his hands;
hands which have taken more lives than he can remember, but there ere gentle
and loving for him.
“I know…”
is Farfarello’s whispered reply.
Then he
takes Schuldig’s hand; place the over-sized needle in it and close his fingers
around it. “…And then your hand will shake when you push it through my skin…”
His voice is dripping with twisted delight. “Drawing blood…”
Schuldig’s
eyes glow at his words; a fine, green shine, hot and burning and blending with
Farfarello’s lone, yellowish beam; so warm, almost… passionate…
“Come…” Schuldig
slowly reach out; urges Farfarello to turn his head for him. He brushes his ear
with his fingers; trace the shape if it, pulls gently at the rings already
there. Then traces the needle over it. Hear his Farfie sigh in contentment at
the feel of the cool, smoothness; at the feel of the unknown pain he knows is
in waiting…
He feels
joy joy fluttering his mind…
“Do it!” he
gasps at last, reaching for Schuldig’s free hand; gently squeezing it. “Please,
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And Schuldig From the Schuldig “Mmmmm…” “Farfie….” style=\'mso-ansi-language:EN-GB\'> “Mmm… my
push the needle in; watch it slide through the soft skin of the earlobe. Feel
the lovely jerk and blissful tremble of Farfarello’s body. Not from the pain,
but from the feel of his own blood flowing….
feel of Schuldig… so near…
watches his own fingers; sprinkled with crimson pearls now… Watches as
Farfarello takes those fingers, bringing them into the wet heat of his mouth;
tasting…
His voice nearly makes Schuldig whimper out loud. “I love your hands… covered
in blood…”
Schuldig purrs like a playful Kitten before tasting the bitter-sweet
iron-flavour on Farfarello’s lips… But
oh so sweet to him.
sink into his ear suddenly; just testing the new ring… normal\'>Such wonderful, wonderful pain…
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“Farfie?” Schuldig’s
lips pauses bru brushing against the silky spot once hog Fag Farfarello’s
missing eye. He knows that this place is sacred; holding both pleasure and pain
for his Farfie…
A place
only he has been allowed to enter.
::One more
tender kiss::
Farfarello
opens his one eye, a pale eyebrow raised in question. “Hmmm…?”
mal>Schuldig
smiles at him, one hand playing with the long needle. His voice is a sweet
humming: “I was just thinking…” he sings, lips smirking again. “Have you ever
thought about getting a navel-ring…?”
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