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Schuldig (sweetlikehoney) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-29 17:24:00

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armand, complete, day four, schuldig

Who: Armand and Schuldig
When: Day Four, after the ball
What: Someone's got some 'splainin to do...
Where: Their room
Rating: It's Armand, and Schu. At least an R.
Status: Complete!

The ball had been better than Schuldig had expected. The dancing had been surprisingly fun, the panic from the huge monster had been entertaining, and he'd gotten laid, which was always a plus. He'd gotten out from the bathroom and Faith almost immediately went over to the crying kid, so, searching mentally for Armand, he decided it was time to head home. The walk over the huge courtyard where the Labyrinth used to be had been long, but the telepath had hardly noticed, too wrapped up in his own thoughts and the thoughts of others.

When he finally got back to the room, he was still thinking about Faith. She was such a complicated girl, intriguing. How she could go from fucking someone in a bathroom to comforting a small girl almost reminded him of himself. "Hey babe." He grinned at Armand, leaning over to kiss him softly (and probably still tasting and smelling of Faith, to his vampire senses) before taking the jacket he had worn to the ball off, looking somehow completely right and at home in the poet's shirt and vest.

"Have fun?" Schuldig sat on their bed and then turned onto his side to look at Armand, his hands running through his long hair almost unconsciously. He was still so wrapped up in himself, Faith, and now Armand, that he didn't even realize what Armand had done once they had separated, simply that he had left when the monster came. And, in all honesty, he didn't think it was his business to care.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-04-06 09:16 pm UTC (link)

"I didn't make love to her. There was no love there. For me, sensuality is almost deeper than sexuality...I'm sexual with everyone I find attractive. Raw sex means nothing. It wasn't like when I was with you, when..." When he had cared. It bothered him. He hadn't expected there to be any real affection for Armand. And yet if there hadn't been, why would be still be here? Why would he have this need to work things out, to have Armand still want him? It was ridiculous, it was frightening, but it was there.

He sighed and looked down, pouting a tiny bit. "I wanted to be special, feel special: your beautiful, powerful telepathic human...but now there's someone else that can be that." And his ego didn't take well to such things. When their foreheads pressed together, Schu simply smiled, soaking luxuriously in the pleasant detail and prose of Armand's thoughts through the increased connection...which would turn out to be nearly fatal.

He knew Armand was going to show him beforehand...but he had expected simply pictures and feelings, not technicolour and surround sound experiences. He had expected sensations, but none this intense, none this rich. A sharp gasp escaped him and he staggered, pressing a hand to his temple (in real pain, unlike Armand's gesture) and shutting his eyes as he fell against the wall. His brain had gone into overload, trying to process and let Schuldig see and feel everything Armand had given him. It was all overwhelming, the potency was overwhelming. He wanted it all, took it all in, knowing he would have a horrible migraine after but not caring, simply amazed and hungry for all of it. Groans escaped him as years and years of gorgeous and luscious feelings washed over him.

He was lucky that his mind was so much stronger than most mortals'. Humans only use a small percentage of their brain...for Schuldig, a little bit more of that was 'unlocked', in a way, and it allowed him to go into overdrive without shorting out. He'd dealt with 12 million busy voices in his head at once and only developed a dependency on headache medication, he could handle this. He hoped.

Some time through it all he'd fallen back to the floor, and eventually it all faded, ending on Armand's most recent feeding on Juniper, and he managed to open his eyes, but he was panting from both exertion and arousal from the incredibly sexual (and sensual, a part of him now clarified) memories. The room was spinning slightly, and he closed his eyes again, swallowing. "That was very, very stupid, and dangerous...but thank you. I'll say more when I have the energy, I promise."

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vagabond_child
2009-04-06 10:37 pm UTC (link)

Remorse filled him instantly as he felt the tension in the telepath's mind. Had he ever shown a mortal any of the things he'd shown Schu? Yes, he'd opened himself mentally to other vampires, on occasion, but only to them. But, then, most mortals didn't have the ability to handle it, even as well as Schu had. But Armand, though he was a vampire, did feel guilt.

Part of him would never get past his unbringing, which had been deeply religious. And guilt had been a big part of it. So, perhaps more than most vampires, he felt it strongly. And he had hurt this man, which horrified him. He rose to his feet, walked over to his lover, and then knelt down beside him. Very, very gently, he wrapped his arms around him and picked him up, needing hardly any strength to do it, though Schuldig was taller than him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think..." Which was his major flaw, most of the time, it seemed. Along with his dependence on others that was never shared. He deliberately spoke out loud, kept his thoughts shielded, to keep from hurting the telepath any more than he already had.

Effortlessly, he deposited the human on his bed, and then climbed in with him. It was hours yet until sunrise. He didn't have to go to his coffin, not yet. Gently, his fingers roamed over Schu's face, trying to ease the pain, cuddled up close to him, whispering softly again. "I'm sorry..."

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