Hedonistic Underworld
Shimegami
Warnings: Yaoi, Dark, Language, Sexual Themes, SchuSchuisms
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: Well, it popped in my head. It's SchuSchu's journal thingy. He talks. Nothing to really say about this one...just read, m'kay?

Hedonistic Underworld

Day One: Define Your World

hedonist - (n) One who seeks pleasure above all else, whose main goal in life is the total achievement of pleasure despite all consequences.

Light and good. Bah.

This world may worship those who follow it, but everyone knows that the real ones in power don't give a damn about such things.
The only thing that matters in this world is pleasure. The insanely sweet feeling or happiness that runs through your veins, whether
a cheap thrill or a soulfelt joy. The cold burning of pure pleasure, that is what everyone strives for now. I know, because I do. And
I must say I'm rather good at finding it. Mine, however comes from a slightly different source.

The emotions and feelings of people are just so *sweet*.

Fear, happiness, anger, all of them sweeter than honey and finer than silk. And someone else's pleasure is the best thing ever. The
total abandonment they have in it...where I can taste all of their emotions ungaurded with their delight and mine flowing around everything.
That's why I love sex so much. Brad just thinks I'm a slut. True, the physical sensation is reason enough, but when you're a telepath, the
bady is of little concern to you.

That's why I love Farfarello so much.

His vision is warped, so twisted that not even I could restore him to normal. He feels no pain, all is pleasure to him. Rather, pain is pleasure.
He doesn't care how fast or hard I go, so long as he gets what he wants, the pleasure from it. I love his mind, and it helps that he comes
in a very attractive package. Again, Brad would simply snort at my reasoning, but I know he follows the same path. Otherwise he wouldn't be ramming
his penis up Nagi's ass every night. Sometimes they're louder than Farf and me. Especially when Brad resorts to the whipped cream and handcuffs.
Sometimes he's kinkier than me.

But I love Farfarello.

I won't deny it, I honesty think I have fallen for him. But for twisted reasons. I don't love him for who he is and his personbality and sappy junk like that.
Well, maybe partially his personality. I fell in love with the pure sensation he feels. No pain, only pleasure. A human's dream. However, now he's
mine. I've taken *very* serious precautions. He will be loyal to me forever, my willing follower. Brad suspects that I tampered with him, but he doesn't
care. After all, it's not like I can straighten him out or return him to the supposed "good" side. I couldn't if I tried. So long as Brad has his
plans fulfilled and his daily allotement of young bishounen ass, he doesn't give a flying fuck about what I do with Farfarello. And that's just fine.

Hmmm...Farfie-kins is thinking rather nasty thoughts, mostly involving Catholic school girl uniforms and peanuts. Where he figures the egg beater into
there I'll never know, but I like it. No pain means using whatever you can bend onto or fit up your ass as a sex toy. Quite fulfilling. I guess
I'll go fulfill my love's fantasy, as it has given a good start to a nice hard-on that only shower curtains, remote controls, and Farfie in a bunny suit
can diminish.

Ja ne, silly little journal.

~TBC~

AN: Whoa...I'm getting kinky....huh. I think I'm turning into Schuldig, I swear. I won't mention the dream I had last night about him, vending machines, and
tornadoes. That's just bad...

Reviews? Flames? Chocolate-covered bishounen?