Disclaimer: I do not own WK.
A/N: Thank you for all those who reviewed! I was listening to Slipknot and Mudvayne when I wrote this, so it might be a bit chaotic. It's still in Schu's POV, and to answer musegurl18's question, Yes, Of course! If you read any of my other stories, they are all lemons. Probably always will be... Oh well, that's for a psychiatrist to sort out in my later years. Heheh... Or maybe I don't want to change. Whoosh! And here are lyrics from Slipknot's Spit it out, just because I think they are funny! Whoosh *splat*
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Since you never gave a damn in the first place-Maybe it's time you had the tables turned-Cuz in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved- And the verdict is guilty...
...MAN NEARLY KILLED ME-Steppin' where you fear to tread
Stop, drop and roll - you were DEAD FROM THE GIT-GO!-BIG MOUTH FUCKER - STUPID COCKSUCKER-Are you scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought-Always is, never was-Foundation made of piss and vinegar-Step to me, I'll smear ya -Think I fear ya? BULLSHIT!-Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit-Is there any way to break through the noise?-Was it something that I said that got you bent?-It's gotta be that way if you want it-Sanity, Literal Profanity HIT ME!
SPIT - IT OUT-All you wanna do is drag me down-All I wanna do is stamp you out-
Maybe it's the way you spread a lotta rumour fodder-Keepin' all your little spies and-leavin' when you realise-Step up, fairy-I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome-Straight to the dome-You heard me right, bitch, I didn't stutter-If you know what's good - sit, shut up and beg, brother- Backstab - Don't you know who you're dissin'?-Side swipe-we know THE ASS THAT YOU'RE KISSIN'!-BIGIDY-BIGGIDY BITCH BOY,-HALFWAY HAUSER-Can't hear shit cuz I keep gettin' louder-Step up, and you get a-face full o' tactic- Lippin' off hard, goin' home in a basket-You got no pull, no power, no NUTHIN'-Now you start shit? Well, ain't that somethin'?-Payoffs don't protect, and you can't hide if you want-But I'LL FIND YOU - Comin' up behind you!
SPIT - IT OUT
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
'Bout time I set this record straight-All the needlenose punchin' is makin' me irate-Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears-Where YOU gonna be in the next five years?-The crew and all the fools, and all the politix-Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
You got DICK when they passed out the good stuff-Bam-Are you sick of me? GOOD ENOUGH - HAD ENOUGH
FUCK ME! I'm all out of enemies!
FUCK ME! I'm all out of enemas!
SPIT - IT OUT
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
--Slipknot's Spit it Out from their self- titled album.
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Schuldig's POV
"Farf... Farfie... I- I didn't-" Schuldig took a deep breath as he tried to get the words out around the pain that Farfarello was somehow.
"What's that, love? Hm?" Farfarello was once again sitting in front of him, his expression one of infinite patience and knowledge. He was poking a rather large needle through his dead skin on his hand, wait, it wasn't dead skin, it was bleeding...
"I- I didn't mean to hurt you... I love you. I came here to get you out, to- FUCK!" He was once again assaulted by pain, but much less, more like an erotic pain, and this time there was lust mixed in...
"Get me out of my own head? Thank you, I do need your help with that. But do tell me, why didn't you tell me? That I loved you." He added when Schuldig squinted up his eyes, trying to get rid of the images of the Irishman screwing him senselessly into a bed, or bending him over a desk, or-
"I- can't really think when- you send all these emotions to me... I suppose it's because I thought you'd be mad if I told you- I thought you'd deny it." He took a deep breath as the feelings and emotions stopped and continued.
"I thought you'd refuse to spend time with me, and- damn I'm getting sentimental because of you- I thought you'd begin to hate me. At first, I wanted to believe that it was just a fascination, you know, like a crush. I mean, a big bad telepath-manslut wouldn't fall in love with someone insane, right? Farf, I have been in love with you for over five months." He finished resentfully, laying his image down on his back, crossing his arms underneath his head as a pillow.
He tried to find where Farfarello had gone; his image was no longer in site. But trying to find Farfarello inside his own mind was like trying to find a schizophrenic's favorite candy, you can never choose which one. He closed his eyes... So many different emotions and thoughts and images wafted over him, he wanted to know them all as they were part of Farfarello and that they didn't seem hostile anymore. He was about to get up and wander some more, but he felt a weight rather like a hand on his chest...
He opened his eyes, and looked up into Farfarello's face, which was smiling a gentle, soft smile. He leant down and brushed his lips across Schuldig's, pulling back as the German lifted his head to deepen the small kiss.
"No more secrets." Farfarello said, looking into Schuldig's jade eyes.
"No more secrets." Schuldig confirmed, sitting up and kissing Farfarello hard, his insistent tongue demanding entrance. He wrapped his arms around the Irishman, pulling him down on top of him, completely forgetting that he wasn't a real person with a real body. Farfarello complied, leaning over Schuldig and exploring his mouth thoroughly with his tongue.
"Let's get out of here." Farfarello's voice said, though neither of them broke their kiss.
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Farfarello's POV
He was slowly being drawn back to his body, feeling like he had woken up after a particularly long sleep. Sitting up groggily, he felt something heavy slide down his stomach.
"Morgan, liebe." Schuldig said, then promptly fell asleep.
Smiling again, Farfarello said softly, "Good morning." Looking around the room, he saw Nagi and Crawford looking at him warily. He started to stroke the sleeping German's hair.
"Somehow, I don't think Schuldig would want you to do that, Farfarello." Crawford said, watching Farfarello's hand, which was moving in time with the German's soft snores.
"Actually, I don't think he'll mind." Farfarello said, looking down rather fondly at Schuldig, while Nagi and Crawford exchanged looks. They had only seen Farfarello look at knives like that. Nagi opened his mouth to ask a question, but Crawford shook his head. They didn't want to know, whatever happened.
"Farfarello, cover yourself up with the sheet. We're going home." Crawford turned heel and walked out of the cell. It reminded him of the one Farfarello was punished in. Nagi waited, ready to use his powers to carry the German, but Farfarello had already finished fashioning a toga-type thing out of the sheet and was carrying the telepath out the door.
"Come on, Nagi, I really need a shower." Farfarello's voice wafted through the door.
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A/N: Ok... One more chapter and this story is done!! WooHoo!
A/N: Thank you for all those who reviewed! I was listening to Slipknot and Mudvayne when I wrote this, so it might be a bit chaotic. It's still in Schu's POV, and to answer musegurl18's question, Yes, Of course! If you read any of my other stories, they are all lemons. Probably always will be... Oh well, that's for a psychiatrist to sort out in my later years. Heheh... Or maybe I don't want to change. Whoosh! And here are lyrics from Slipknot's Spit it out, just because I think they are funny! Whoosh *splat*
~^~^~^~^~^~
Since you never gave a damn in the first place-Maybe it's time you had the tables turned-Cuz in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved- And the verdict is guilty...
...MAN NEARLY KILLED ME-Steppin' where you fear to tread
Stop, drop and roll - you were DEAD FROM THE GIT-GO!-BIG MOUTH FUCKER - STUPID COCKSUCKER-Are you scared of me now? Then you're dumber than I thought-Always is, never was-Foundation made of piss and vinegar-Step to me, I'll smear ya -Think I fear ya? BULLSHIT!-Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit-Is there any way to break through the noise?-Was it something that I said that got you bent?-It's gotta be that way if you want it-Sanity, Literal Profanity HIT ME!
SPIT - IT OUT-All you wanna do is drag me down-All I wanna do is stamp you out-
Maybe it's the way you spread a lotta rumour fodder-Keepin' all your little spies and-leavin' when you realise-Step up, fairy-I guess it's time to bury your ass with the chrome-Straight to the dome-You heard me right, bitch, I didn't stutter-If you know what's good - sit, shut up and beg, brother- Backstab - Don't you know who you're dissin'?-Side swipe-we know THE ASS THAT YOU'RE KISSIN'!-BIGIDY-BIGGIDY BITCH BOY,-HALFWAY HAUSER-Can't hear shit cuz I keep gettin' louder-Step up, and you get a-face full o' tactic- Lippin' off hard, goin' home in a basket-You got no pull, no power, no NUTHIN'-Now you start shit? Well, ain't that somethin'?-Payoffs don't protect, and you can't hide if you want-But I'LL FIND YOU - Comin' up behind you!
SPIT - IT OUT
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
'Bout time I set this record straight-All the needlenose punchin' is makin' me irate-Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears-Where YOU gonna be in the next five years?-The crew and all the fools, and all the politix-Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
You got DICK when they passed out the good stuff-Bam-Are you sick of me? GOOD ENOUGH - HAD ENOUGH
FUCK ME! I'm all out of enemies!
FUCK ME! I'm all out of enemas!
SPIT - IT OUT
All you wanna do is drag me down
All I wanna do is stamp you out
--Slipknot's Spit it Out from their self- titled album.
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Schuldig's POV
"Farf... Farfie... I- I didn't-" Schuldig took a deep breath as he tried to get the words out around the pain that Farfarello was somehow.
"What's that, love? Hm?" Farfarello was once again sitting in front of him, his expression one of infinite patience and knowledge. He was poking a rather large needle through his dead skin on his hand, wait, it wasn't dead skin, it was bleeding...
"I- I didn't mean to hurt you... I love you. I came here to get you out, to- FUCK!" He was once again assaulted by pain, but much less, more like an erotic pain, and this time there was lust mixed in...
"Get me out of my own head? Thank you, I do need your help with that. But do tell me, why didn't you tell me? That I loved you." He added when Schuldig squinted up his eyes, trying to get rid of the images of the Irishman screwing him senselessly into a bed, or bending him over a desk, or-
"I- can't really think when- you send all these emotions to me... I suppose it's because I thought you'd be mad if I told you- I thought you'd deny it." He took a deep breath as the feelings and emotions stopped and continued.
"I thought you'd refuse to spend time with me, and- damn I'm getting sentimental because of you- I thought you'd begin to hate me. At first, I wanted to believe that it was just a fascination, you know, like a crush. I mean, a big bad telepath-manslut wouldn't fall in love with someone insane, right? Farf, I have been in love with you for over five months." He finished resentfully, laying his image down on his back, crossing his arms underneath his head as a pillow.
He tried to find where Farfarello had gone; his image was no longer in site. But trying to find Farfarello inside his own mind was like trying to find a schizophrenic's favorite candy, you can never choose which one. He closed his eyes... So many different emotions and thoughts and images wafted over him, he wanted to know them all as they were part of Farfarello and that they didn't seem hostile anymore. He was about to get up and wander some more, but he felt a weight rather like a hand on his chest...
He opened his eyes, and looked up into Farfarello's face, which was smiling a gentle, soft smile. He leant down and brushed his lips across Schuldig's, pulling back as the German lifted his head to deepen the small kiss.
"No more secrets." Farfarello said, looking into Schuldig's jade eyes.
"No more secrets." Schuldig confirmed, sitting up and kissing Farfarello hard, his insistent tongue demanding entrance. He wrapped his arms around the Irishman, pulling him down on top of him, completely forgetting that he wasn't a real person with a real body. Farfarello complied, leaning over Schuldig and exploring his mouth thoroughly with his tongue.
"Let's get out of here." Farfarello's voice said, though neither of them broke their kiss.
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Farfarello's POV
He was slowly being drawn back to his body, feeling like he had woken up after a particularly long sleep. Sitting up groggily, he felt something heavy slide down his stomach.
"Morgan, liebe." Schuldig said, then promptly fell asleep.
Smiling again, Farfarello said softly, "Good morning." Looking around the room, he saw Nagi and Crawford looking at him warily. He started to stroke the sleeping German's hair.
"Somehow, I don't think Schuldig would want you to do that, Farfarello." Crawford said, watching Farfarello's hand, which was moving in time with the German's soft snores.
"Actually, I don't think he'll mind." Farfarello said, looking down rather fondly at Schuldig, while Nagi and Crawford exchanged looks. They had only seen Farfarello look at knives like that. Nagi opened his mouth to ask a question, but Crawford shook his head. They didn't want to know, whatever happened.
"Farfarello, cover yourself up with the sheet. We're going home." Crawford turned heel and walked out of the cell. It reminded him of the one Farfarello was punished in. Nagi waited, ready to use his powers to carry the German, but Farfarello had already finished fashioning a toga-type thing out of the sheet and was carrying the telepath out the door.
"Come on, Nagi, I really need a shower." Farfarello's voice wafted through the door.
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A/N: Ok... One more chapter and this story is done!! WooHoo!