Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Good Kind of Pain ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Authoress K. C. 
Nagi and Farflies. =^.^=
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 6 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 896 | Status: Completed
Nagi and Farflies. =^.^=
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 6 | Words: 5.6K | Visits: 896 | Status: Completed
The Good Kind of Pain
By: Karie
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Aiya! I just wrote a fic with REAL PEOPLE! *screams and clutches her head* *calms* I think thats weird... Its with Savage Garden, like, my new most favoritest band that doesn't exist anymore cause they disbanded for one member... *cries cause Daniel Jones wanted out* *wails cause now she can only hear Savage Garden music on CD and Darren Hayes is GOD* *calms* So, this is about AU and about strange... ENJOY MINNA!
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Farfello slipped out of his straight jacket like Houdini. He went up the stairs and threw his slight weight against the blocked door, pushing it out far enough to slide out. He moved up the flight of stairs to the third floor, if you counted his basement cell as a floor of the house.
His single sunshine coloured eye gleamed in the darkness as he moved down the hall, stopping at the silent door. He nudged it open and slunk in, closing the door behind him. He moved soundlessly over the creaky wooden floor, settling onto the bed next to the slight form covered by indigo sheets. He let the faintest of smiles cross his ghostly white face as his fingers lightly brushed back a lock of inky black from the almost angelic face of the youngest Schwartz member. He withdrew his hand, reaching out to the bedside table with the other and laying a dark red rose there before leaving again, as silent as he'd come.
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Nagi woke to the incessant beeping of his absolutly abominable alarm clock. He used his telekinetic ability to smash the offending thing into oblivion. He swung his feet out of bed and yawned, finally opening his eyes. There was something odd. He reached out and lifted the out-of-place item from its spot. A crimson rose, minus any harmful thorns.
"Huh... White, pink, red."
He smiled slightly and held the flower to his face, inhaling the perfect scent. Every petal was perfect, the smell was perfect, even the placement of the leaves was perfect. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble getting this as close to perfection as possible. He smiled and lay it on the coverlet folded at the foot of his bed, going to his desk and pulling his clothes on from where he'd sat them on the chair. Then he went and picked up his book case and his rose and went down the stairs. He started the coffee and sat his bag by the door. He then sat on the edge of the table, waiting the allotted 15 minutes he'd timed.
Brad staggered in and Nagi hopped down, flower on his chair. He made the man's coffee strong and black with only one little cube of sugar. He shoved the cup into the man's hand and sat him in a chair. He could hear water running upstairs. Then, the Oh Mighty Silent Psycho made his morning appearance, the regulation knife in his mouth, a thin trickle of blood coming from the corner of said mouth. Nagi handed Farfello a paper towel and picked his rose up, smelling it again with a tiny smile of satisfaction.
"What colour is it today, Nagi?"
"Its crimson. Yesterday it was pink and the day before white. And each one is thornless, and smells great. I have no idea who's leaving them for me though."
"Hm. Guess we'll have to start actually using the alarm system. You remember the code?"
"Yes, 69ECHHI."
"Damn Schuldich."
"Ah-ah, I damn people, not the other way around, good morning."
Nagi shook his head in reproof of the impossible German and held his rose to him, sliding past Farfello and Brad to the door where his bag sat. He lifted it, and smiled, inhaling the smell of his flower on his way out the door, unaware of the single sunshine colored orb following his every motion from behind a facade of madness.
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Farfello spent his alone time, outdoors. For a pale man, he spent a hell of a lot of time out here. For a supposed psychopath, he had a way with people too, just not with Naoe Nagi. He stopped in front of the flower shop, breathed deeply and then entered, sliently glad of the annoying bell over the door. He wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a light jacket and boots. He was browsing the roses again when a tall man with blazing red hair walked up, with an icy voice and even colder violet eyes.
"Can we help you."
"Aya-kun! Whoops!"
The man turned and Farfello was glad, he'd yet to have to worry about the red-head seeing his face, knowing he'd be more than likely inclined to kill Farfello on sight. The man stalked off without a word. When the blonde came up, he led Farfello to a corner.
"Thank the gods for Bishonen. What now?"
"I need another. Only, another color. Something after the crimson one..."
"All we have after that are the most expensive roses in existance. Black."
Farfello wrinkled his nose.
"Ick... I don't think that would go over well with him..."
"You could use the Blue Moon. Its a pink on the outter edge, orange and yellow near the center and then a perfect circle of soft blue petals in the center."
"That sounds good."
"Here, I'll help you."
The blonde man helped Farfello pick through the oddly shaded roses, finally coming upon one that Farfello could make into the perfect rose. The man took the flower and broke off the thorns, making it safe to touch. Then he snapped off whatever leaves weren't where he wanted them and blew on the petal's slightly to fluff them. He nodded and handed the blonde the money, getting the flower wrapped. He took it and his usual order of small flower plants and a bag of fertalizer and left, walking back home. Nagi would be home in thirty minutes exactly.
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Nagi punched in the code for the alarm system, deactivating it while he went inside. Then he turned it back on and went up to his room. He sat at his desk for exactly thirty minutes in which he finished all his homework. Then he went and took a nice long bath. He passed Farfello in the hall and payed the man no attention. He went into his room and smelled his rose before tacking it to the board where the other two were hanging. He smiled and dressed for bed, sliding under the cool covers. He was asleep in minutes.
***
Nagi stared around him in shock. The house was gone, burnt to the ground and Brad lay dead by the end of the walk, Schuldich kneeling beside the cold body, staring at Nagi with accusing jungle green eyes.
"How COULD you!"
Nagi shook his head, speachless, blue eyes huge. He had no idea what had just happened. He turned to the right and saw Weiß coming for him. Omi, Ken, Yohji, Aya, even that Manx woman was there. He shook his head wildly, eyes stung with tears. Then he turned and found himself standing suddenly at the double doors of a church. He put out a hand and pushed them open, walking in. There was a coffin at the end of the aisle. Schuldich was sitting stiffly, glaring straight ahead.
"Schu?"
"Who are you. I don't know you."
Nagi's eyes streamed with hot tears as he walked slowly to the coffin, bearing a bouqet of white, pink and crimson roses. He reached the coffin and dared to look down. Farfello's scarred face was towards him. Suddenly, that one gold eye opened and the man sat up, taking Nagi by the shoulders and shaking him...
***
Nagi's eyes flew open, facing him with the single sunshine colored eye. Farfello's cool hands had his shoulders and the man was shaking him gently, enough to wake him. The moment Nagi had drawn a breath, Farfello was standing over him, reaching for something. Nagi's eyes widened, and he whispered softly, not even sure if Farfellowould hear him.
"Please don't... Don't hurt me..."
The man looked at him confusedly, biting his lip then shaking his head, turning to leave, holding something that caught the moonlight for a moment. An oddly coloured rose, pink at the outside, then orange, then yellow and finally a full moon shape of blue in the center. A rose? Why did Farfello have it. There was a small card dangling by a white ribbon from under the large bloom.
"Farf?"
Nagi's voice was small and hollow in the room. The man stopped mid-stride, turning towards him.
"Were you, I mean, has it been?"
The man was silent, then that oddly lilting voice floated to him.
"Yes."
Nagi sat up, blinking confusedly.
"Why?"
The man turned towards him and walked back, leaning down to lay the flower in Nagi's lap. Then he took two steps back and looked down at the floor, hands behind his back.
"Because... I just wanted you to know... Know that..."
"Know WHAT Farf?"
Nagi got exasperated with the man, his long pauses and his stumbling over his own words. Unexpectedly the man flinched and glanced towards the door longingly. Something shimmered silver in the moonlight before the man's face was shadowed again. Was he crying? Farfello never cried. He didn't feel pain.
"I just, wanted you to know... Know that... Know that I-"
"Farfello... Hurry UP!"
The man's mouth clamped shut and Nagi suddenly and inexplicably felt like he'd hit a five year old in the face or kicked a puppy. The man's head was down and he was silent for a long time. Then, Nagi wasn't even sure he'd said it.
"I just, wanted you to know that I, love you."
Nagi watched in shocked surprise as the man turned on his heel and ran from his room. There was a soft sound, suspiciously like a sob, as the man closed the door behind him. Nagi blinked at the white closed door then at the flower in his lap, then at the three roses tacked to the wall.
"Farfello?"
He lifted the flower, just like the others, no thorns, perfect petals, perfect leaves, even the perfect fresh scent. He took the card off and looked at it. Farfello had interesting handwritting. It swirlled artistically and there was a small cat's face in the bottom left corner.
-Nagi,
I send my love
Farfello-
The cat's face had peircing blue eyes. Kind of like his. Nagi blinked and lay the rose on the table, sleeping with the note clutched in his fingers.
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Farfello ran down to his cell, locking himself in. He rubbed his hand across his face and shook his head. Why was it, when it was anyone else, he was as cohearant and easy with words as the next person, but when Nagi turned those big blue eyes on him, all powers of speach left him, poof, out the window. All he could do was trip over what he wanted to say. When he'd gone to visit Nagi's room tonight, Nagi had been crying and whimpering in his sleep. Farfello had held him guiltilly for a moment before the boy had started to scream. Then he'd lain the boy back and shook him by the shoulders until he'd opened his eyes. He'd been angry at Farfello. Farfello felt ashamed for the first time in his life, when Nagi had yelled at him.
He went to his cot and pulled his blanket over his head. Maybe Nagi wouldn't say anything in the morning. Maybe Farfello could starve himself and end this odd pain. It hurt. Like someone had just wrapped him up like a glass figurine and bashed the glass with a hammer, shattering his heart but leaving everything else intact somehow.
When Farfello woke up, it still hurt, even more than it had when it had happened. He washed up and reluctantly went up the stairs. He was late. Nagi would just be leaving. He opened the door and sure enough, Nagi was headed for the door to go out. Farfello chanced a look at him. The boy was as expressionless as ever, cold and shut off from everything, nothing like Farfello's sleeping angel. The boy's eyes flashed over him for a second and for a moment, a look of confusion passed through those expressive blue eyes. Farfello looked away, feeling ashamed again.
He got himself some coffee and waited until the boy was gone. He went back downstairs and got his plants out of the sliver of sunlight he'd managed to get into his room. He carried them outside and to the white fence to the side of the yard, where Brad had said he could do whatever he wanted.
He was planting flowers when a shadow fell over his area. He looked up, frowning, ready to yell at who ever was blocking his precious sunlight. Blue eyes gleamed down at him from an expressionless face, inky black hair blowing over the sweet face. Farfello's mouth tightened and his chest ached. He brushed the dirt off himself and and stood, letting his sunshine colored eye drift along the peice of fence. He smiled faintly. All in a perfect line, from white ferns to these red petunias.
"Why?"
Farfello was forced to look at the boy. He swallowed convulsivly. Suddenly, Nagi was the one looking like he was ashamed. Farfello started to move towards him, then recoiled and clenched his hand at his side. He knew what he WANTED to say, but saying it with Nagi standing there was more than could be exprected. Then suddenly, the most idiotic thing came from his mouth.
"Do you like the flowers? Are they straight?"
He wanted to hit himself. As it was he closed his eye and covered his face with his hands. He murmured through his fingers.
"I can't believe I said that..."
"They are. I like them."
Farfello dropped his hands and looked up at the sun, then yelped softly and seized Nagi by the shoulders, practically yanking him off his feet, moving him to the side. The sunlight fell directly down on the flowers Nagi had been blocking. The petals had been twisted closed, but when the light hit them, they untwisted and furled out, in large half-dollar sized blossoms. Farfello dropped down out, of the light and picked up his small watering can and poured a bare ammount of water around the base of the flower then put some wood chips around the flower and stood up again, dusting himself off.
"Why."
Farfello clasped his hands behind his back and clenched his mouth shut, looking at thr ground then, murmuring quietly.
"Because, I told you already."
He turned to gather his things and go inside, away from this strange confrontation. Nagi reached out and grabbed his arm with a telekinetic hold, stopping him short.
"You said you loved me. Why."
Farfello looked up, narrowing his one eye until Nagi released him. He picked up his watering can, pouring it out in the grass and then gathering the small spade and three pronged hand rake. He held these all in one hand and went to the back door which was closer than the front. He stopped with his hand on the knob.
"Because, you're special."
He went inside, leaving the door open. It was closed a few minutes later an Nagi's cool, quiet voice was edged with impatience that made Farfello nervous.
"How am I special."
Farfello was cleaning his gardening tools. He almost shoved the spade through his hand. He carefully put the implement in the gardening belt he'd made for himself He attached the hand rake and sat them to the side, turning and fixing his eye on the spot past Nagi's face.
"You are... A sleeping, angel... So small.... And vulnerable... And I-"
"Talk faster!"
Farfello flinched involuntarilly, his head dropping. He whispered softly to the air.
"Stop yelling at me...please?"
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Nagi definantly felt as though he'd kicked a puppy. He walked over the white tile floor, his flat black school shoes clicking softly. He reached out hesitantly. He'd never really bothered with Farfello before. He'd never touched him at all, perfering the company of Brad and even Schuldich, more than the odd psychopath. He placed his hand on the man's bare arm, surprised at the heat radiating from him after being in the sun. And even more surprised when he noticed that under the ghost white skin, there were hard muscles that, if ever used against Brad, might even be a match for him. And Farfello's skin was soft, and very smooth. The man looked up at his touch. He looked down at him and forced himself to be calm.
"Please, talk faster."
He watched the man nod and stepped back, his hand dropping to his side. The man kept watching him oddly.
"You're a sleeping angel... So small and vulnerable... And I, I think... You are very... cute. And, I love you."
Nagi blinked a few times. Farfello thought he was cute? And again he said that he loved Nagi.
"Cute?"
"Yes... I'm, sorry, I'm leaving now..."
Farfello was heading for the basement with his belt, thing. Nagi found himself rushing after the man, reaching out with his physical hands and mental ones, grabbing Farfello's arms, whirling him around. He blinked up at the man, confusion and some crazy kind of awe dancing in his eyes. He streached up on his toes, latching his hands around Farfello's neck and pulling the man down. Nagi breathed deeply and kissed Farfello, a short but firm meeting of mouths. He let the man go, and darted back a few steps, watching Farfello's face for his reaction.
For a moment, he just stared unblinkingly at Nagi, his face shuttered and emotionless. Then, the side of his face twitched, the corner of his mouth curling upwards. The one gold eye flashed with pride and he stood up, smiling that strange, normally crazy, half smile. The man turned and opened the door to the basement and Nagi thought he was going to go down, but the man threw the belt in and then closed the door. Nagi found his hand clasped in Farfello's, the man pulling him outside. He was led along the section of fence to a small bush of jade leaves. Farfello looked extatic.
"It's going to bloom..."
Nagi looked at the large red tipped green bud on the top of the plant. He watched as slowly, it unfurled, forming a huge red and gold rose. He breathed deeply.
"Oh."
Farfello looked extatic. He produced a knife from someplace and cut the rose from the bush. The man started snapping off thorns and leaves and then, blew softly on the flower. Then held it out to Nagi.
"For you. This first rose."
Nagi took it and looked at it. It was perfect. He let a smile creep over his face and inhaled the fragrence, holding the rose in one hand. The other he used to pull Farfello's head down to his and he kissed Farfello softly.
"Thank you."
"Its... Nothing."
Nagi smiled. The old woman across the fence came out and called innocently to them.
"Naoe Nagi! Are you sick? If you are, Farfello, you better take him inside and put him too bed. He looks a little pale to me."
Nagi pouted as Farfello nodded and spoke easily to the woman.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jennings. He is sick, I'll put him right to bed. See you another time."
Nagi allowed Farfello to lead him inside. Once inside he looked at Farfello curiously.
"You don't have any problem acting normal?"
"I... I'm not acting. I, act crazy.... For other peoples benefit."
"Oh..."
Nagi thought about this for moment, while Farfello pulled him up the stairs and into Nagi's room. He was sitting on the bed before he really noticed that he was in his room. Farfello was turning to go out of the room when Nagi whispered quietly.
"I killed you..."
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Farfello looked back with a frown.
"What do you, mean?"
The boy was sitting on the edge of his bed, one leg pulled up and the other dangling off the bed idilly swinging.
"In my dream, when you woke me up."
Farfello nodded, going back to stand by the bed. The boy was staring off into space.
"I was standing on the sidewalk, staring at the remains of the house, Brad laying dead at the end of our walk, with Schuldich kneeling next to him, holding him, acusing me. then, I turned around, and this huge, dark graystone church was there, with tall double doors made of ebony and with silver handles. I opened the doors and Schuldich was the only person there. At the end of a red carpeted aisle, there was a coffin. Suddenly, I had aquired a bouqet of white, pink and crimson roses and I walked down the aisle. When I looked in..."
Farfello wiped the tears from the boy's face. He'd shut his eyes, but kept talking and was shaking now. Farfello sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, pulling Nagi against him. The boy didn't fight, only wrapped his arms around Farfello's that were around him.
"I looked in the coffin... You were dead... Schuldich didn't want me around, you and Brad were gone, and then, your eyes opened and you sat up, grabbing my arms and shaking me and I woke up... Oh god... I killed you... I killed you..."
Farfello tightened his hold on the boy, causing him to yelp softly. Farfello's sunshine coloured eye glittered feircly.
"You haven't killed us. I'm still here, see?"
The boy bit his lip and nodded slowly.
"Yes... You're still here. It was just a dream..."
Farfello's heart thrilled when the boy turned in the circle of his arms, those small hands clutching him while the boy pillowed his head on Farfello's chest with a smile and a sigh of contentment. Farfello lay his head on top of the boy's and closed his eye. He sat there for a long time before Nagi moved.
Farfello relutcantly started to let go of the boy, when those small hands touched his face, soft fingers tracing the self-inflicted scars. Farfello flinched away involuntarilly, looking with startlement at the boy. There was nothing in those blue eyes. No emotion at all.
"Why do you cut yourself? You say its because you want to hurt god, but, if there ISN'T a god, why do you bother?"
"I don't feel it."
"What?"
Farfello sighed.
"I don't feel physical pain. And I don't know why. One day, I just stopped registering things as pain. It can almost feel good. So I keep doing it. I don't think god exists, because if he did, we wouldn't be here, everyone would be sickeningly perfect. But, if other people believe, then, to them he exists and I can hurt them by hurting myself."
"Oh."
The life returned to Nagi's blue, blue eyes. The boy took Farfello's hand, and pulled a small paring knife from under the mattress. Farfello watched curiously, as the boy lay the blade against his hand, and then slid it over the skin, splitting it open. He didn't feel it as pain. It felt really good. He bit his tounge to keep from sighing with the pleasure of it.
"That doesn't hurt?"
Blue eyes gleamed up at him while red blood pooled in Farfello's palm. Farfello shook his head, forcing his voice to sound normal.
"No. I can't feel it."
The boy watched the blood keep coming then, Farfello, with no small ammount of shock, watched the boy lean down and lap it all away, afterwards placing his mouth over the incision and sucking softly at it. To Farfello, this was the most interesting thing that had ever happened. He almost whimpered, thats how good it felt.
When Nagi stopped, the boy looked up at him, lips and tounge crimson. The boy licked his lips and then smiled slightly.
"Did that hurt? Or did it feel good?"
Farfello released the breath he'd been holding and spoke in something close to his normal voice.
"It felt... Good..."
The boy smiled suddenly and picked up Farfello's other hand, sliceing the palm with the small knife, as the blood welled up, Nagi's tounge touched his hand, removing it. Then, the boy's soft, now crimson, lips touched Farfello's hand, sealing around the gash and the boy sucked roughly at the wound, causing Farfello to moan softly. A blue eye looked up at him and Farfello carefully moved a lock of inky black from the boy's soft face. The boy rose up, licking his lips again.
"You liked it?"
"Yes..."
The boy wrapped his hands around Farfello's neck and pulled his head down, rising to his knees and kissing Farfello. Farfello's sliced hands gripped the boy's shoulders, both still bleeding. The boy's lips were warm from Farfello's own blood and the boy's tounge invaded his mouth, bringing a tangy, coppery taste to him. His own blood. The boy had been drinking Farfello's blood, on his own, and liking it. And it had made Farfello feel increadable. He held the boy's shoulder's tightly, until a knock on the door caused the boy to pull back, with a muttered obscenity. Farfello noticed that the boy's shirt now had huge red handprints on it. Farfello lay the boy back, licking his now unbleeding hands clean of blood and pulled the blanket up over him, tucking him in. He murmured for Nagi to pretend to sleep. Then he went and opened the door, his one eye lighting up with the usual insane glimmer.
Brad Crawford glared back at him through his glasses.
"Is Nagi here."
Farfello shrugged and jerked a thumb back towards the bed. Nagi was paler than normal and shivering, curled up under the blanket.
"Is he sick."
"Um."
"Stay with him."
"Huh."
Farfello shut the door in the man's face and turned back to the bed. The boy was sitting up, his skin flooding with color and not shivering. Brad's steps moved away and then, waiting for the man to really leave, Farfello moved to the bathroom and let the sound of the taps running make him leave. Farfello turned the taps off and went back, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Nagi was smiling at him, reaching out to grab his arm. Farfello watched the boy make a thin cut on his arm, avoiding any place that could actually do some kind of damage. The blood slid down his skin and the boy's tounge lapped it up, causing Farfello to sigh. He closed his eyes, his head falling back. The boy's tounge lapped the blood from his skin, running over the thin slice and causing Farfello to moan softly.
He felt the cool metal of the knife bite at his skin over and over, and in each spot, the warm feel of the boy's tounge against the spot made him moan while the boy lapped at the welling blood. After a while, he came back down and saw Nagi laying with head head on Farfello's chest, the knife loosly held in a hand. The boy had a tiny smile on his face, but his eyes were open and he was staring off into space.
"Do you know what..."
"Hm?"
"I think...that pain turns you on."
"Probably."
The boy shifted and smiled slyly up at Farfello. There was a moment of nothing, then suddenly Farfello's pants ripped at the seams and the boy shoved the ruined material away. A stronger grip than Nagi's physical strength took hold of Farfello's cock, squeezing tightly, until the man moaned because it felt so good. The boy laughed softly and Farfello stared at the boy who traced invisible patterns on Farfello's arm. The telekintic grip vanished and Farfello inhaled raggedly, forcing his lungs to try and function normally.
"You liked it."
"Yes..."
The boy smiled up at him and wriggled around so that he was sitting on Farfello's lap, facing the man, those small arms around the psycho's neck. The boy leaned forwards and kissed Farfello hard, forcing his way into the man's mouth. Farfello pulled Nagi closer and kissed the boy back with more ferocity than the boy had expected. The boy whimpered into Farfello's mouth, writhering against him. Farfello left the boy's mouth and his hands dropped to the boy's shirt, unbuttoning it quickly and moving down the boy's slight form, his mouth tracing the slight curves of bone in the thin body. He nipped sharply at the boy's skin, causing him to cry out softly then he moved away, trying to be a little more gentle.
"Farf..."
"Hm?"
"Please..."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't CARE!"
The boy seized Farfello's face and the insane man found himself staring into dark blue eyes that glittered fiercly at him.
"I want it. It won't hurt me."
"I-"
"Don't. I know."
Farfello hesitated for a moment then yanked the boy closer and kissed him hard, bruisingly. The boy moaned and leaned into him, accepting the forceful kiss, writhering in Farfello's lap. Farfello shifted and lay the boy back against the softness of the bed, tossing the knife away. He gently stripped away the remains of the boy's clothing and tossed it away, stripping out of his own clothing as well. He covered the slight form with his own, shielding him from the slightly cooler air of the room. The boy only smiled and arched under him, a leg wrapping around Farfello's waist.
Farfello smoothed his hands over the soft, sweet smelling skin of the youngest Shwartz member, finding the enterance to the boy's body and pressing a finger inside, to streach him. The boy thrust back and leaned up, wrapping his arms around Farfello's neck to hiss into his ear.
"Don't bother... You won't hurt me."
"I don't think I want to take that chance... What-"
Farfello found his hands pinned to the boy's hips by a telekinetic hold while the boy slid down onto him, forcing Farfello into him until the boy screamed and gripped Farfello's shoulders. The telekinetic hold vanished and Farfello found the boy holding still in his arms, shuddering against him, sobbing for breath. Farfello tipped the boy's head abck and found pain splintering in those wonderful eyes.
He started to draw out, but the boy twined his fingers into Farfello's hair and yanked him forwards, with strength he didn't know the boy had had. The boy hissed softly, through the pain.
"Don't. Just, keep going. It will feel better if you do."
Farfello opened his mouth to protest, but the boy covered his lips with his own, forcing him to stop talking. He forced farther in, almost ready to tear away when the boy jerked his mouth away and shrieked again in pain. The boy's fingers were painfully tight in his hair, but, it felt as strangly good as any other pain. He slid out and then back in, causing more sharp sounds to issue from the boy's mouth as those hands freed from his hair to clutch his shoulders until he felt little trails of blood seeping as the boy's nails bit into his skin. He thrust hard into the boy, causing him to scream then halfway through the sound, moan.
The boy trembled and fastened his teeth in Farfello's shoulder, biting hard, breaking the skin and causing Farfello to thrust hard into him again, the boy sucking the blood from his skin, that hot tounge running over the bleeding marks. He moaned and began to rapidly thrust into Nagi, causing the boy to moan loudly and suck harder at the openings in his skin. Farfello growled, thrusting harder and harder into the slender boy, making him leave claw marks on his pale skin and bite him again.
He felt that tension in him growing and he growled, yanking Nagi's head away from his shoulder and kissing the boy. Nagi just kissed him back, as forcefully as Farfello was kissing him as the man erupted within the thin body, making the boy whimper into the kiss and cum between the two. As their trembling decreased, they pulled apart, collapsing down to the bed, wrapped around each other.
"See. You didn't hurt me at all."
Farfello looked sharply at the boy who smiled sweetly at him and nipped at his lips before kissing him softly and burrowing his face into Farfello's unmarked shoulder and falling asleep. Farfello held the boy close and sighed, closing his one eye.
"Lying little bastard... You know I hurt you."
"Mm mm. Never."
Farfello kissed the top of the boy's head.
"Sleep. You're supposed to be sick."
"Hmph."
~OWARI~
A WHOLE MONTH!!!! *wails and clutches her head*
<Muse Kaizer: *sigh* The onna is hysterical. She took an entire month to deside how to end this piece of oddness.>
I NEED CHEESE!
<Muse Kaizer: She swears she will own the cheese company some far away morning.>
I AM NOT INFANTILE... YOU STINKY-BUTT POOP-HEAD!
<Muse Kaizer: She spends too much time in HOT TOPIC buying stickers. Much too much.>
*bats away the Hovering Annoyance* You're insane, no one can spend too much time in there. NEVER! *sings the happy yaoi song while waving the happy yaoi banner* *calms* I'm not okay. But, you knew that. It took me a MONTH to finish this thing! AIYA! *runs off clutching her head.*
<Muse Quatre: Ja Minna! *wave*>
KARIE *muah!*
By: Karie
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Aiya! I just wrote a fic with REAL PEOPLE! *screams and clutches her head* *calms* I think thats weird... Its with Savage Garden, like, my new most favoritest band that doesn't exist anymore cause they disbanded for one member... *cries cause Daniel Jones wanted out* *wails cause now she can only hear Savage Garden music on CD and Darren Hayes is GOD* *calms* So, this is about AU and about strange... ENJOY MINNA!
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Farfello slipped out of his straight jacket like Houdini. He went up the stairs and threw his slight weight against the blocked door, pushing it out far enough to slide out. He moved up the flight of stairs to the third floor, if you counted his basement cell as a floor of the house.
His single sunshine coloured eye gleamed in the darkness as he moved down the hall, stopping at the silent door. He nudged it open and slunk in, closing the door behind him. He moved soundlessly over the creaky wooden floor, settling onto the bed next to the slight form covered by indigo sheets. He let the faintest of smiles cross his ghostly white face as his fingers lightly brushed back a lock of inky black from the almost angelic face of the youngest Schwartz member. He withdrew his hand, reaching out to the bedside table with the other and laying a dark red rose there before leaving again, as silent as he'd come.
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Nagi woke to the incessant beeping of his absolutly abominable alarm clock. He used his telekinetic ability to smash the offending thing into oblivion. He swung his feet out of bed and yawned, finally opening his eyes. There was something odd. He reached out and lifted the out-of-place item from its spot. A crimson rose, minus any harmful thorns.
"Huh... White, pink, red."
He smiled slightly and held the flower to his face, inhaling the perfect scent. Every petal was perfect, the smell was perfect, even the placement of the leaves was perfect. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble getting this as close to perfection as possible. He smiled and lay it on the coverlet folded at the foot of his bed, going to his desk and pulling his clothes on from where he'd sat them on the chair. Then he went and picked up his book case and his rose and went down the stairs. He started the coffee and sat his bag by the door. He then sat on the edge of the table, waiting the allotted 15 minutes he'd timed.
Brad staggered in and Nagi hopped down, flower on his chair. He made the man's coffee strong and black with only one little cube of sugar. He shoved the cup into the man's hand and sat him in a chair. He could hear water running upstairs. Then, the Oh Mighty Silent Psycho made his morning appearance, the regulation knife in his mouth, a thin trickle of blood coming from the corner of said mouth. Nagi handed Farfello a paper towel and picked his rose up, smelling it again with a tiny smile of satisfaction.
"What colour is it today, Nagi?"
"Its crimson. Yesterday it was pink and the day before white. And each one is thornless, and smells great. I have no idea who's leaving them for me though."
"Hm. Guess we'll have to start actually using the alarm system. You remember the code?"
"Yes, 69ECHHI."
"Damn Schuldich."
"Ah-ah, I damn people, not the other way around, good morning."
Nagi shook his head in reproof of the impossible German and held his rose to him, sliding past Farfello and Brad to the door where his bag sat. He lifted it, and smiled, inhaling the smell of his flower on his way out the door, unaware of the single sunshine colored orb following his every motion from behind a facade of madness.
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Farfello spent his alone time, outdoors. For a pale man, he spent a hell of a lot of time out here. For a supposed psychopath, he had a way with people too, just not with Naoe Nagi. He stopped in front of the flower shop, breathed deeply and then entered, sliently glad of the annoying bell over the door. He wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a light jacket and boots. He was browsing the roses again when a tall man with blazing red hair walked up, with an icy voice and even colder violet eyes.
"Can we help you."
"Aya-kun! Whoops!"
The man turned and Farfello was glad, he'd yet to have to worry about the red-head seeing his face, knowing he'd be more than likely inclined to kill Farfello on sight. The man stalked off without a word. When the blonde came up, he led Farfello to a corner.
"Thank the gods for Bishonen. What now?"
"I need another. Only, another color. Something after the crimson one..."
"All we have after that are the most expensive roses in existance. Black."
Farfello wrinkled his nose.
"Ick... I don't think that would go over well with him..."
"You could use the Blue Moon. Its a pink on the outter edge, orange and yellow near the center and then a perfect circle of soft blue petals in the center."
"That sounds good."
"Here, I'll help you."
The blonde man helped Farfello pick through the oddly shaded roses, finally coming upon one that Farfello could make into the perfect rose. The man took the flower and broke off the thorns, making it safe to touch. Then he snapped off whatever leaves weren't where he wanted them and blew on the petal's slightly to fluff them. He nodded and handed the blonde the money, getting the flower wrapped. He took it and his usual order of small flower plants and a bag of fertalizer and left, walking back home. Nagi would be home in thirty minutes exactly.
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Nagi punched in the code for the alarm system, deactivating it while he went inside. Then he turned it back on and went up to his room. He sat at his desk for exactly thirty minutes in which he finished all his homework. Then he went and took a nice long bath. He passed Farfello in the hall and payed the man no attention. He went into his room and smelled his rose before tacking it to the board where the other two were hanging. He smiled and dressed for bed, sliding under the cool covers. He was asleep in minutes.
***
Nagi stared around him in shock. The house was gone, burnt to the ground and Brad lay dead by the end of the walk, Schuldich kneeling beside the cold body, staring at Nagi with accusing jungle green eyes.
"How COULD you!"
Nagi shook his head, speachless, blue eyes huge. He had no idea what had just happened. He turned to the right and saw Weiß coming for him. Omi, Ken, Yohji, Aya, even that Manx woman was there. He shook his head wildly, eyes stung with tears. Then he turned and found himself standing suddenly at the double doors of a church. He put out a hand and pushed them open, walking in. There was a coffin at the end of the aisle. Schuldich was sitting stiffly, glaring straight ahead.
"Schu?"
"Who are you. I don't know you."
Nagi's eyes streamed with hot tears as he walked slowly to the coffin, bearing a bouqet of white, pink and crimson roses. He reached the coffin and dared to look down. Farfello's scarred face was towards him. Suddenly, that one gold eye opened and the man sat up, taking Nagi by the shoulders and shaking him...
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Nagi's eyes flew open, facing him with the single sunshine colored eye. Farfello's cool hands had his shoulders and the man was shaking him gently, enough to wake him. The moment Nagi had drawn a breath, Farfello was standing over him, reaching for something. Nagi's eyes widened, and he whispered softly, not even sure if Farfellowould hear him.
"Please don't... Don't hurt me..."
The man looked at him confusedly, biting his lip then shaking his head, turning to leave, holding something that caught the moonlight for a moment. An oddly coloured rose, pink at the outside, then orange, then yellow and finally a full moon shape of blue in the center. A rose? Why did Farfello have it. There was a small card dangling by a white ribbon from under the large bloom.
"Farf?"
Nagi's voice was small and hollow in the room. The man stopped mid-stride, turning towards him.
"Were you, I mean, has it been?"
The man was silent, then that oddly lilting voice floated to him.
"Yes."
Nagi sat up, blinking confusedly.
"Why?"
The man turned towards him and walked back, leaning down to lay the flower in Nagi's lap. Then he took two steps back and looked down at the floor, hands behind his back.
"Because... I just wanted you to know... Know that..."
"Know WHAT Farf?"
Nagi got exasperated with the man, his long pauses and his stumbling over his own words. Unexpectedly the man flinched and glanced towards the door longingly. Something shimmered silver in the moonlight before the man's face was shadowed again. Was he crying? Farfello never cried. He didn't feel pain.
"I just, wanted you to know... Know that... Know that I-"
"Farfello... Hurry UP!"
The man's mouth clamped shut and Nagi suddenly and inexplicably felt like he'd hit a five year old in the face or kicked a puppy. The man's head was down and he was silent for a long time. Then, Nagi wasn't even sure he'd said it.
"I just, wanted you to know that I, love you."
Nagi watched in shocked surprise as the man turned on his heel and ran from his room. There was a soft sound, suspiciously like a sob, as the man closed the door behind him. Nagi blinked at the white closed door then at the flower in his lap, then at the three roses tacked to the wall.
"Farfello?"
He lifted the flower, just like the others, no thorns, perfect petals, perfect leaves, even the perfect fresh scent. He took the card off and looked at it. Farfello had interesting handwritting. It swirlled artistically and there was a small cat's face in the bottom left corner.
-Nagi,
I send my love
Farfello-
The cat's face had peircing blue eyes. Kind of like his. Nagi blinked and lay the rose on the table, sleeping with the note clutched in his fingers.
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Farfello ran down to his cell, locking himself in. He rubbed his hand across his face and shook his head. Why was it, when it was anyone else, he was as cohearant and easy with words as the next person, but when Nagi turned those big blue eyes on him, all powers of speach left him, poof, out the window. All he could do was trip over what he wanted to say. When he'd gone to visit Nagi's room tonight, Nagi had been crying and whimpering in his sleep. Farfello had held him guiltilly for a moment before the boy had started to scream. Then he'd lain the boy back and shook him by the shoulders until he'd opened his eyes. He'd been angry at Farfello. Farfello felt ashamed for the first time in his life, when Nagi had yelled at him.
He went to his cot and pulled his blanket over his head. Maybe Nagi wouldn't say anything in the morning. Maybe Farfello could starve himself and end this odd pain. It hurt. Like someone had just wrapped him up like a glass figurine and bashed the glass with a hammer, shattering his heart but leaving everything else intact somehow.
When Farfello woke up, it still hurt, even more than it had when it had happened. He washed up and reluctantly went up the stairs. He was late. Nagi would just be leaving. He opened the door and sure enough, Nagi was headed for the door to go out. Farfello chanced a look at him. The boy was as expressionless as ever, cold and shut off from everything, nothing like Farfello's sleeping angel. The boy's eyes flashed over him for a second and for a moment, a look of confusion passed through those expressive blue eyes. Farfello looked away, feeling ashamed again.
He got himself some coffee and waited until the boy was gone. He went back downstairs and got his plants out of the sliver of sunlight he'd managed to get into his room. He carried them outside and to the white fence to the side of the yard, where Brad had said he could do whatever he wanted.
He was planting flowers when a shadow fell over his area. He looked up, frowning, ready to yell at who ever was blocking his precious sunlight. Blue eyes gleamed down at him from an expressionless face, inky black hair blowing over the sweet face. Farfello's mouth tightened and his chest ached. He brushed the dirt off himself and and stood, letting his sunshine colored eye drift along the peice of fence. He smiled faintly. All in a perfect line, from white ferns to these red petunias.
"Why?"
Farfello was forced to look at the boy. He swallowed convulsivly. Suddenly, Nagi was the one looking like he was ashamed. Farfello started to move towards him, then recoiled and clenched his hand at his side. He knew what he WANTED to say, but saying it with Nagi standing there was more than could be exprected. Then suddenly, the most idiotic thing came from his mouth.
"Do you like the flowers? Are they straight?"
He wanted to hit himself. As it was he closed his eye and covered his face with his hands. He murmured through his fingers.
"I can't believe I said that..."
"They are. I like them."
Farfello dropped his hands and looked up at the sun, then yelped softly and seized Nagi by the shoulders, practically yanking him off his feet, moving him to the side. The sunlight fell directly down on the flowers Nagi had been blocking. The petals had been twisted closed, but when the light hit them, they untwisted and furled out, in large half-dollar sized blossoms. Farfello dropped down out, of the light and picked up his small watering can and poured a bare ammount of water around the base of the flower then put some wood chips around the flower and stood up again, dusting himself off.
"Why."
Farfello clasped his hands behind his back and clenched his mouth shut, looking at thr ground then, murmuring quietly.
"Because, I told you already."
He turned to gather his things and go inside, away from this strange confrontation. Nagi reached out and grabbed his arm with a telekinetic hold, stopping him short.
"You said you loved me. Why."
Farfello looked up, narrowing his one eye until Nagi released him. He picked up his watering can, pouring it out in the grass and then gathering the small spade and three pronged hand rake. He held these all in one hand and went to the back door which was closer than the front. He stopped with his hand on the knob.
"Because, you're special."
He went inside, leaving the door open. It was closed a few minutes later an Nagi's cool, quiet voice was edged with impatience that made Farfello nervous.
"How am I special."
Farfello was cleaning his gardening tools. He almost shoved the spade through his hand. He carefully put the implement in the gardening belt he'd made for himself He attached the hand rake and sat them to the side, turning and fixing his eye on the spot past Nagi's face.
"You are... A sleeping, angel... So small.... And vulnerable... And I-"
"Talk faster!"
Farfello flinched involuntarilly, his head dropping. He whispered softly to the air.
"Stop yelling at me...please?"
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Nagi definantly felt as though he'd kicked a puppy. He walked over the white tile floor, his flat black school shoes clicking softly. He reached out hesitantly. He'd never really bothered with Farfello before. He'd never touched him at all, perfering the company of Brad and even Schuldich, more than the odd psychopath. He placed his hand on the man's bare arm, surprised at the heat radiating from him after being in the sun. And even more surprised when he noticed that under the ghost white skin, there were hard muscles that, if ever used against Brad, might even be a match for him. And Farfello's skin was soft, and very smooth. The man looked up at his touch. He looked down at him and forced himself to be calm.
"Please, talk faster."
He watched the man nod and stepped back, his hand dropping to his side. The man kept watching him oddly.
"You're a sleeping angel... So small and vulnerable... And I, I think... You are very... cute. And, I love you."
Nagi blinked a few times. Farfello thought he was cute? And again he said that he loved Nagi.
"Cute?"
"Yes... I'm, sorry, I'm leaving now..."
Farfello was heading for the basement with his belt, thing. Nagi found himself rushing after the man, reaching out with his physical hands and mental ones, grabbing Farfello's arms, whirling him around. He blinked up at the man, confusion and some crazy kind of awe dancing in his eyes. He streached up on his toes, latching his hands around Farfello's neck and pulling the man down. Nagi breathed deeply and kissed Farfello, a short but firm meeting of mouths. He let the man go, and darted back a few steps, watching Farfello's face for his reaction.
For a moment, he just stared unblinkingly at Nagi, his face shuttered and emotionless. Then, the side of his face twitched, the corner of his mouth curling upwards. The one gold eye flashed with pride and he stood up, smiling that strange, normally crazy, half smile. The man turned and opened the door to the basement and Nagi thought he was going to go down, but the man threw the belt in and then closed the door. Nagi found his hand clasped in Farfello's, the man pulling him outside. He was led along the section of fence to a small bush of jade leaves. Farfello looked extatic.
"It's going to bloom..."
Nagi looked at the large red tipped green bud on the top of the plant. He watched as slowly, it unfurled, forming a huge red and gold rose. He breathed deeply.
"Oh."
Farfello looked extatic. He produced a knife from someplace and cut the rose from the bush. The man started snapping off thorns and leaves and then, blew softly on the flower. Then held it out to Nagi.
"For you. This first rose."
Nagi took it and looked at it. It was perfect. He let a smile creep over his face and inhaled the fragrence, holding the rose in one hand. The other he used to pull Farfello's head down to his and he kissed Farfello softly.
"Thank you."
"Its... Nothing."
Nagi smiled. The old woman across the fence came out and called innocently to them.
"Naoe Nagi! Are you sick? If you are, Farfello, you better take him inside and put him too bed. He looks a little pale to me."
Nagi pouted as Farfello nodded and spoke easily to the woman.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jennings. He is sick, I'll put him right to bed. See you another time."
Nagi allowed Farfello to lead him inside. Once inside he looked at Farfello curiously.
"You don't have any problem acting normal?"
"I... I'm not acting. I, act crazy.... For other peoples benefit."
"Oh..."
Nagi thought about this for moment, while Farfello pulled him up the stairs and into Nagi's room. He was sitting on the bed before he really noticed that he was in his room. Farfello was turning to go out of the room when Nagi whispered quietly.
"I killed you..."
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Farfello looked back with a frown.
"What do you, mean?"
The boy was sitting on the edge of his bed, one leg pulled up and the other dangling off the bed idilly swinging.
"In my dream, when you woke me up."
Farfello nodded, going back to stand by the bed. The boy was staring off into space.
"I was standing on the sidewalk, staring at the remains of the house, Brad laying dead at the end of our walk, with Schuldich kneeling next to him, holding him, acusing me. then, I turned around, and this huge, dark graystone church was there, with tall double doors made of ebony and with silver handles. I opened the doors and Schuldich was the only person there. At the end of a red carpeted aisle, there was a coffin. Suddenly, I had aquired a bouqet of white, pink and crimson roses and I walked down the aisle. When I looked in..."
Farfello wiped the tears from the boy's face. He'd shut his eyes, but kept talking and was shaking now. Farfello sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, pulling Nagi against him. The boy didn't fight, only wrapped his arms around Farfello's that were around him.
"I looked in the coffin... You were dead... Schuldich didn't want me around, you and Brad were gone, and then, your eyes opened and you sat up, grabbing my arms and shaking me and I woke up... Oh god... I killed you... I killed you..."
Farfello tightened his hold on the boy, causing him to yelp softly. Farfello's sunshine coloured eye glittered feircly.
"You haven't killed us. I'm still here, see?"
The boy bit his lip and nodded slowly.
"Yes... You're still here. It was just a dream..."
Farfello's heart thrilled when the boy turned in the circle of his arms, those small hands clutching him while the boy pillowed his head on Farfello's chest with a smile and a sigh of contentment. Farfello lay his head on top of the boy's and closed his eye. He sat there for a long time before Nagi moved.
Farfello relutcantly started to let go of the boy, when those small hands touched his face, soft fingers tracing the self-inflicted scars. Farfello flinched away involuntarilly, looking with startlement at the boy. There was nothing in those blue eyes. No emotion at all.
"Why do you cut yourself? You say its because you want to hurt god, but, if there ISN'T a god, why do you bother?"
"I don't feel it."
"What?"
Farfello sighed.
"I don't feel physical pain. And I don't know why. One day, I just stopped registering things as pain. It can almost feel good. So I keep doing it. I don't think god exists, because if he did, we wouldn't be here, everyone would be sickeningly perfect. But, if other people believe, then, to them he exists and I can hurt them by hurting myself."
"Oh."
The life returned to Nagi's blue, blue eyes. The boy took Farfello's hand, and pulled a small paring knife from under the mattress. Farfello watched curiously, as the boy lay the blade against his hand, and then slid it over the skin, splitting it open. He didn't feel it as pain. It felt really good. He bit his tounge to keep from sighing with the pleasure of it.
"That doesn't hurt?"
Blue eyes gleamed up at him while red blood pooled in Farfello's palm. Farfello shook his head, forcing his voice to sound normal.
"No. I can't feel it."
The boy watched the blood keep coming then, Farfello, with no small ammount of shock, watched the boy lean down and lap it all away, afterwards placing his mouth over the incision and sucking softly at it. To Farfello, this was the most interesting thing that had ever happened. He almost whimpered, thats how good it felt.
When Nagi stopped, the boy looked up at him, lips and tounge crimson. The boy licked his lips and then smiled slightly.
"Did that hurt? Or did it feel good?"
Farfello released the breath he'd been holding and spoke in something close to his normal voice.
"It felt... Good..."
The boy smiled suddenly and picked up Farfello's other hand, sliceing the palm with the small knife, as the blood welled up, Nagi's tounge touched his hand, removing it. Then, the boy's soft, now crimson, lips touched Farfello's hand, sealing around the gash and the boy sucked roughly at the wound, causing Farfello to moan softly. A blue eye looked up at him and Farfello carefully moved a lock of inky black from the boy's soft face. The boy rose up, licking his lips again.
"You liked it?"
"Yes..."
The boy wrapped his hands around Farfello's neck and pulled his head down, rising to his knees and kissing Farfello. Farfello's sliced hands gripped the boy's shoulders, both still bleeding. The boy's lips were warm from Farfello's own blood and the boy's tounge invaded his mouth, bringing a tangy, coppery taste to him. His own blood. The boy had been drinking Farfello's blood, on his own, and liking it. And it had made Farfello feel increadable. He held the boy's shoulder's tightly, until a knock on the door caused the boy to pull back, with a muttered obscenity. Farfello noticed that the boy's shirt now had huge red handprints on it. Farfello lay the boy back, licking his now unbleeding hands clean of blood and pulled the blanket up over him, tucking him in. He murmured for Nagi to pretend to sleep. Then he went and opened the door, his one eye lighting up with the usual insane glimmer.
Brad Crawford glared back at him through his glasses.
"Is Nagi here."
Farfello shrugged and jerked a thumb back towards the bed. Nagi was paler than normal and shivering, curled up under the blanket.
"Is he sick."
"Um."
"Stay with him."
"Huh."
Farfello shut the door in the man's face and turned back to the bed. The boy was sitting up, his skin flooding with color and not shivering. Brad's steps moved away and then, waiting for the man to really leave, Farfello moved to the bathroom and let the sound of the taps running make him leave. Farfello turned the taps off and went back, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Nagi was smiling at him, reaching out to grab his arm. Farfello watched the boy make a thin cut on his arm, avoiding any place that could actually do some kind of damage. The blood slid down his skin and the boy's tounge lapped it up, causing Farfello to sigh. He closed his eyes, his head falling back. The boy's tounge lapped the blood from his skin, running over the thin slice and causing Farfello to moan softly.
He felt the cool metal of the knife bite at his skin over and over, and in each spot, the warm feel of the boy's tounge against the spot made him moan while the boy lapped at the welling blood. After a while, he came back down and saw Nagi laying with head head on Farfello's chest, the knife loosly held in a hand. The boy had a tiny smile on his face, but his eyes were open and he was staring off into space.
"Do you know what..."
"Hm?"
"I think...that pain turns you on."
"Probably."
The boy shifted and smiled slyly up at Farfello. There was a moment of nothing, then suddenly Farfello's pants ripped at the seams and the boy shoved the ruined material away. A stronger grip than Nagi's physical strength took hold of Farfello's cock, squeezing tightly, until the man moaned because it felt so good. The boy laughed softly and Farfello stared at the boy who traced invisible patterns on Farfello's arm. The telekintic grip vanished and Farfello inhaled raggedly, forcing his lungs to try and function normally.
"You liked it."
"Yes..."
The boy smiled up at him and wriggled around so that he was sitting on Farfello's lap, facing the man, those small arms around the psycho's neck. The boy leaned forwards and kissed Farfello hard, forcing his way into the man's mouth. Farfello pulled Nagi closer and kissed the boy back with more ferocity than the boy had expected. The boy whimpered into Farfello's mouth, writhering against him. Farfello left the boy's mouth and his hands dropped to the boy's shirt, unbuttoning it quickly and moving down the boy's slight form, his mouth tracing the slight curves of bone in the thin body. He nipped sharply at the boy's skin, causing him to cry out softly then he moved away, trying to be a little more gentle.
"Farf..."
"Hm?"
"Please..."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't CARE!"
The boy seized Farfello's face and the insane man found himself staring into dark blue eyes that glittered fiercly at him.
"I want it. It won't hurt me."
"I-"
"Don't. I know."
Farfello hesitated for a moment then yanked the boy closer and kissed him hard, bruisingly. The boy moaned and leaned into him, accepting the forceful kiss, writhering in Farfello's lap. Farfello shifted and lay the boy back against the softness of the bed, tossing the knife away. He gently stripped away the remains of the boy's clothing and tossed it away, stripping out of his own clothing as well. He covered the slight form with his own, shielding him from the slightly cooler air of the room. The boy only smiled and arched under him, a leg wrapping around Farfello's waist.
Farfello smoothed his hands over the soft, sweet smelling skin of the youngest Shwartz member, finding the enterance to the boy's body and pressing a finger inside, to streach him. The boy thrust back and leaned up, wrapping his arms around Farfello's neck to hiss into his ear.
"Don't bother... You won't hurt me."
"I don't think I want to take that chance... What-"
Farfello found his hands pinned to the boy's hips by a telekinetic hold while the boy slid down onto him, forcing Farfello into him until the boy screamed and gripped Farfello's shoulders. The telekinetic hold vanished and Farfello found the boy holding still in his arms, shuddering against him, sobbing for breath. Farfello tipped the boy's head abck and found pain splintering in those wonderful eyes.
He started to draw out, but the boy twined his fingers into Farfello's hair and yanked him forwards, with strength he didn't know the boy had had. The boy hissed softly, through the pain.
"Don't. Just, keep going. It will feel better if you do."
Farfello opened his mouth to protest, but the boy covered his lips with his own, forcing him to stop talking. He forced farther in, almost ready to tear away when the boy jerked his mouth away and shrieked again in pain. The boy's fingers were painfully tight in his hair, but, it felt as strangly good as any other pain. He slid out and then back in, causing more sharp sounds to issue from the boy's mouth as those hands freed from his hair to clutch his shoulders until he felt little trails of blood seeping as the boy's nails bit into his skin. He thrust hard into the boy, causing him to scream then halfway through the sound, moan.
The boy trembled and fastened his teeth in Farfello's shoulder, biting hard, breaking the skin and causing Farfello to thrust hard into him again, the boy sucking the blood from his skin, that hot tounge running over the bleeding marks. He moaned and began to rapidly thrust into Nagi, causing the boy to moan loudly and suck harder at the openings in his skin. Farfello growled, thrusting harder and harder into the slender boy, making him leave claw marks on his pale skin and bite him again.
He felt that tension in him growing and he growled, yanking Nagi's head away from his shoulder and kissing the boy. Nagi just kissed him back, as forcefully as Farfello was kissing him as the man erupted within the thin body, making the boy whimper into the kiss and cum between the two. As their trembling decreased, they pulled apart, collapsing down to the bed, wrapped around each other.
"See. You didn't hurt me at all."
Farfello looked sharply at the boy who smiled sweetly at him and nipped at his lips before kissing him softly and burrowing his face into Farfello's unmarked shoulder and falling asleep. Farfello held the boy close and sighed, closing his one eye.
"Lying little bastard... You know I hurt you."
"Mm mm. Never."
Farfello kissed the top of the boy's head.
"Sleep. You're supposed to be sick."
"Hmph."
~OWARI~
A WHOLE MONTH!!!! *wails and clutches her head*
<Muse Kaizer: *sigh* The onna is hysterical. She took an entire month to deside how to end this piece of oddness.>
I NEED CHEESE!
<Muse Kaizer: She swears she will own the cheese company some far away morning.>
I AM NOT INFANTILE... YOU STINKY-BUTT POOP-HEAD!
<Muse Kaizer: She spends too much time in HOT TOPIC buying stickers. Much too much.>
*bats away the Hovering Annoyance* You're insane, no one can spend too much time in there. NEVER! *sings the happy yaoi song while waving the happy yaoi banner* *calms* I'm not okay. But, you knew that. It took me a MONTH to finish this thing! AIYA! *runs off clutching her head.*
<Muse Quatre: Ja Minna! *wave*>
KARIE *muah!*