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Office Gossip	By : cdreaiton Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1730 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Office Gossip
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
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Noiz’s irritation did not fade as he drove home. Aoba continued to babble incoherently about ‘her’, and by the time Noiz pulled into the driveway, he’d had enough. After pulling and dragging his drunken boyfriend into the house and up the stairs, Noiz deposited Aoba in the tub, fully clothed, and turned on the shower. The cold stream of water made Aoba jump, and he tried to crawl out of the tub, but Noiz grabbed his wrists and prevented him from escaping. When Aoba finally calmed down from the initial shock of the water, he leaned back against the tile wall and dropped his head to his chest. Satisfied that Aoba was done struggling, Noiz released him.
“I’m going to go get you some coffee. Stay there and try to sober up.” The tone of Noiz’s voice was firm, making it very apparent there was no room for argument. Aoba nodded weakly in response.
Taking several deep breaths while the coffee dripped into the pot, Noiz tried to calm his still increasing irritation. He knew that there was only one way to get Aoba to talk about something, and yelling at him was not it. Sighing deeply, Noiz ran a hand through his hair. The way Aoba had sounded when Noiz hadn’t responded to his questions worried Noiz. The long hours he’d been working had taken a toll on their relationship, but Noiz never thought Aoba would start questioning his fidelity because of it. And Noiz knew that once Aoba got an idea stuck in his head, it was nearly impossible to get him to forget it.
The coffee pot bubbled, bringing Noiz out of his thoughts. Pouring two mugs full of the black liquid, Noiz headed back up the stairs, steeling himself for a long and difficult conversation.
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Aoba was sitting exactly where Noiz had left him, his clothing now completely soaked through. Turning off the water, Noiz held one of the mugs in front of Aoba’s face. Aoba raised his head for a moment, looked at the mug, and then dropped his head back to his chest, shaking it softly in refusal.
“Take it.” Noiz’s voice came out harsher than he intended, and Aoba flinched slightly. Taking a deep breath, and sighing to himself, Noiz forced himself to remain calm. “Drink it. It will help.”
With a shaky hand, Aoba finally reached up and took the proffered mug, pulling it back and taking a slow sip. Satisfied, Noiz sat down on the floor opposite Aoba, and leaned against the closed door. After a few moments of torturous silence, Aoba spoke.
“I’m sorry.” His soft voice sounded pained and Noiz could tell he was on the verge of tears again. Taking another sip of coffee, Noiz waited for Aoba to continue. “I’m sorry. I did something stupid again and caused you trouble. I was acting like an idiot, and...I’m sorry.” Aoba dropped his head even lower than before, his voice dropping to a whisper as he apologized.
For several minutes, neither of them moved or spoke. Uncertain whether Aoba was done talking, Noiz continued to drink in silence, taking deep breaths to control his irritation as he waited. A couple minutes passed before Aoba spoke again.
“Noiz. I...I’m sorry. I’m sorry for going out and getting drunk. I’m sorry for calling you. I’m sorry for being such a bother and for you having to come get me. I’m just...really sorry.” By the sound of Aoba’s voice, Noiz could tell that he was barely controlling the tears. Noiz sighed quietly, knowing that one wrong word and Aoba would lose that control. “Please...say something…” The whisper was so soft, Noiz almost didn’t hear it. Sighing again, he ran his hand through his hair, choosing his words carefully.
“Who is ‘her’?” Somehow managing to keep his voice level, Noiz looked at Aoba, and met the golden gaze when Aoba raised his head.
“Huh?” Obviously not expect the question, Aoba seemed confused by it.
“ ‘Her’. The mystery woman you seem to think I’m having an affair with. Who is it?” His irritation starting to show through his voice, Noiz gripped his mug tightly, his eyes never breaking away from Aoba’s.
Pain and anguish flashed across Aoba’s face. Noiz continued to maintain eye contact until Aoba looked away, glaring instead into his coffee. Aoba reached up and brushed a lock of wet hair out of his face before answering.
“Klara.”
Noiz started slightly at the name.
“Klara? The bitch from financial? The woman whose very existence makes me want to rip my hair out every time she talks? That Klara?” Noiz was so repulsed by the ridiculous idea that he lost his control on his irritation, and his voice reflected it.
Aoba curled in on himself a bit and nodded. Sighing heavily, both in irritation and disbelief, Noiz set down his coffee and dropped his head into his hands.
“Why on earth would you ever think that I was sleeping with her of all people?” Noiz’s voice was filled with exhaustion and exasperation. Aoba sniffled slightly and pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.
“She told all the girls at lunch one day that she was seeing you. And she knew about your...piercings. Then I started thinking about all the late night meetings you’d been having with her, and you were always calling her into your office. I haven’t really seen you for several days. I know you’re busy, and I understand how important this deal you’re working on is, but...but…” Aoba dropped his head to his knees, his tears mixing with the water on his pants. “The only time you ever talk to me any more is when you need something from me at work. And you haven’t even kissed me in days. So when she started talking about being with you, and knew about your piercings, I thought...I thought maybe I really wasn’t good enough for you, that you were finally getting tired of me, that you regretted bringing me back to Germany, and that...that you were going to leave me again.”
Noiz had lifted his head and was looking at Aoba with a mixture of pain, understanding, and irritation barely showing through his eyes. Just as he opened his mouth to respond, Aoba continued.
“The more I thought about it, the more it seemed true. But at the same time, I knew that it couldn’t be. Why would you go to all the trouble and work to bring me here and make a life for us, if you were just going to leave me after a few months?” His voice was shaking from unshed tears. “Everything she said just came as such a shock, and made so much sense...I got caught up in my own stupid head. I know that I’m just being an idiot and over thinking things, and I know that you’re mad at me for not giving you enough credit and doubting you. I’m sorry.” Aoba pulled his legs tighter to his chest. “I’m sorry.”
Noiz sat in silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. His previous idea had been to simply lecture Aoba about over thinking the situation, but Aoba seemed to already know he had done that, and apologized for it. Knowing that anything he said now would seem redundant, and knowing that Aoba wasn’t particularly trusting of words anyway, Noiz opted for action.
He stood slowly and walked to the tub where Aoba sat, still soaking wet. Gently, he took the half-drunk cup of coffee out of Aoba’s hands and placed it on the counter. Then, with both hands, he gripped Aoba’s upper arms and lifted him to a standing position. When Aoba looked at him in confusion, Noiz answered by bending over, reaching a hand under Aoba’s knees, and lifting Aoba into his arms.
Aoba struggled slightly, but Noiz was stronger, and he carried Aoba into the bedroom. Carefully laying him on the bed, Noiz straddled Aoba’s knees, and began removing his wet clothing. When Aoba tried to stop his hands, insisting he could undress himself, Noiz glared at him gently, brushing a hand across Aoba’s cheek.
“Let me.”
Nodding in slight confusion at the nearly desperate tone of Noiz’s voice, Aoba allowed his body to relax as Noiz undressed him. Noiz handled Aoba with gentle touches and slow movements, as though he were made of porcelain. Once the soaked fabric had been completely removed, Noiz left briefly, returning with a towel. With the same care he used when removing his clothes, Noiz dried Aoba’s body. He started with an arm, slowly running the soft towel over Aoba’s pale flesh. As he moved from Aoba’s arm to his chest, Noiz followed behind the towel, placing gentle kisses over every inch of skin. Moving to his abdomen and legs, Noiz used the same soft, slow motions, and the same gentle kisses.
The tender, passionate touches brought the tears back to Aoba’s eyes. Once he was completely dry, Noiz quickly removed his own clothes and pulled Aoba underneath the bed covers. He wrapped one arm around Aoba’s shoulders and the other around his waist, spooning him from behind.
“I’m sorry.”
Noiz’s voice was so soft Aoba almost didn’t hear him, and his eyes opened wide in shock. Aoba was so caught off guard by the uncharacteristic apology, he couldn’t reply.
“I’m sorry for being so...distant lately. But you were only partly right. It wasn’t just work. I was avoiding you on purpose.” When he felt Aoba stiffen in his arms, Noiz tightened his hold. “This project is really important to the company, and there’s a lot of pressure for me to do it right. I need to prove that I can do this. Not just to work, or to my family...but to you.” Noiz buried his head in Aoba’s shoulder, planting a small kiss on his shoulder blade. “I told you when I brought you here that I was going to take care of you, and I was serious. That’s why I wanted everything with this project to be perfect. So that I could prove I can do what I said.” Taking a deep breath, Noiz sighed as he exhaled. “That’s why I was avoiding you. Because I knew that if I let myself hold you, or even touch you, I wouldn’t be able to focus on work.” Another kiss, this time on Aoba’s neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it being just as hard for you as it was for me.”
Aoba had recovered slightly from the initial shock of Noiz’s apology, but hearing him open up and be so honest left Aoba reeling. While his mind processed Noiz’s words and odd behavior, Aoba covered Noiz’s arms with his own and returned the embrace. Taking this as acceptance of the apology, Noiz continued.
“Now, about this supposed affair with Klara.” Aoba stiffened again at the sudden irritation in Noiz’s voice. “One of the guys at work happened to see my piercings by accident the other day in the restroom. I asked him to keep it to himself, so naturally he told everyone. At least all the guys. Klara probably overheard them talking about it in the break room one day.” Noiz sighed heavily and rested his head against Aoba’s hair. “That woman just can’t take a hint.” Startled, Aoba tried to look back at Noiz, but his position made it impossible. “She tried to convince me to go out with her when I first came back to Germany, before I came and got you. I told her that I already had someone, but she wouldn’t drop it. I managed to ignore her until I was ready to go get you, and when we came back, she was seeing someone and never said another word about it. I thought she’d finally given up.” Kissing the top of Aoba’s head, Noiz tried to muffle another sigh. “If I’d had any other choice, I wouldn’t have made her the financial liaison for this project. Every time I meet with her it takes twice as long as it needs to because she draws everything out. Trust me, I don’t want to spend any longer with that psycho than I have to. Neither does anyone else. All the guys at the office know she’s a whore, and won’t go any where near her. So I don’t know why she’s telling people I’m sleeping with her when I’m obviously not.”
Noiz’s breath tickled slightly against Aoba’s head. He knew Noiz was still irritated, both at him and Klara, but hearing him talk had put Aoba’s fears to rest. For the most part. Knowing that Klara had been pursuing Noiz even before Aoba came to Germany bothered him more than he would admit. And hearing how desperate she seemed to be to get Noiz to notice her, Aoba was fairly certain she was behind the bullying at work. He thought about telling Noiz about the bullying, but that would just make him even more irritated. Especially since Aoba had been hiding for two months. When Noiz’s arms drew him in tightly again, Aoba pushed back a bit, giving himself room to turn and face Noiz. He wrapped his arms around Noiz’s waist and buried his head in his warm chest. Noiz returned the embrace, pulling Aoba close.
“I missed you.” The soft, emotional tone returned to Noiz’s voice.
“I missed you too.” Aoba’s tilted his head back and kissed Noiz softly. When he tried to deepen the kiss, Noiz pulled away and loosened his hold on Aoba’s waist.
“We should get some sleep. You’re still mostly drunk, and I’ve got more early meetings tomorrow.”
While it was true that Aoba was still slightly fuzzy, he was sobering up fast. And after everything that had happened, he wanted Noiz to touch him, to hold him, and reassure him. Not just with words, but with actions as well. He leaned forward, lightly running a hand up Noiz’s exposed side as he whispered in his ear.
“Please? You promised.”
With more willpower than he had ever thought he had, Noiz managed to keep himself from turning Aoba over and thrusting into him dry. He tried to distract his thoughts by thinking of work, focusing his attention on financial reports and contract terms. If he gave in now, the last week of torturous abstinence would have been meaningless. Aoba continued to draw lazy patterns on Noiz’s back, lightly grazing his nails over the sensitive flesh. Noiz closed his eyes and grit his teeth, grabbing Aoba’s arm to stop him.
“Aoba. I told you…” The strain in Noiz’s voice made Aoba’s heart skip a beat.
“You told me you would fuck me till my ears rang.” Aoba’s licked at the nape of Noiz’s neck causing him to shiver. A mischievous smile broke out on Aoba’s face. “But I guess that was all just big talk from a little brat.”
Noiz moved so fast, Aoba wasn’t even aware he’d changed positions until he felt the breath being knocked from his lungs and his cheek being pressed into the pillows. His legs were spread roughly, and a hand lifted his hips, bringing Aoba’s knees just barely off the mattress. He felt a cold liquid being spread over him quickly, followed by a large, hot presence pushing against his entrance. A low voice growled in his ear.
“You want me to fuck you so bad, fine. I’ll fuck you. But when your ears are ringing and you can’t see straight, don’t even think about begging me to stop. Because I won’t. I’m going to make you regret teasing me. And when you can’t sit right tomorrow, just remember that you asked for it.”
Noiz began to press himself into the tightness of Aoba’s ass, savoring the moans and gasps coming from beneath him. He didn’t want to hurt Aoba, not too much anyway, but he was slowly losing the battle against the part of him that simply wanted to bury himself inside of his partner in one single thrust. Aoba was clutching at the fabric of the sheets beneath him, gasping at the painful pleasure. Not wanting to give in just yet, Aoba turned his face slightly and grinned tauntingly up at Noiz.
“Bring it on.”

Noiz lost the battle, thrusting forward suddenly and burying himself to the hilt.
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