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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
- 5
- 6
He was dimly aware of the sound of a voice as his mind began the arduous process of waking up. As the thick muck clogging his senses began to clear, he tried to open his eyes, but the brightness of the light assaulted his retinas, and he closed them again immediately. He attempted to lift his hand to rub at his aching eyes, but was stopped short. His arms were lying on the arms of his office chair, palm up, tied at the wrist with what some kind of rope. When he gave an experimental pull on his bonds, his chair squeaked slightly.
“Oh! Awake already? That didn’t take as long as I expected.” Noiz’s blood ran cold, and every nerve in his body became instantly alert at the words spoken by the all too familiar voice. “You’re either very resilient, or I didn’t give you a large enough dose.”
He felt a hand in his hair, and his head was yanked back to face his assailant. Blonde hair framed a face painted with a malicious, psychotic smile. Klara. Understanding of what had happened hit him like a punch to the gut, and he flicked his eyes down towards his desk, to the empty mug of coffee that she had brought him.
“That’s right mein schatz. (My darling.) I put a little love potion in your coffee. Just a harmless little dose of Ketamine. But don’t worry, you were only out for about ten minutes. I wouldn’t want to waste any of our precious time together. You see, you’re going to be mine now. I’ve already taken care of that little Japanese whore you brought back with you, so now we can be happy together, just the two of us. Isn’t that wonderful?” Klara smiled and ran her fingers down the side of Noiz’s face and over his lips.
Noiz struggled against his bonds, his mind in turmoil. He had neither seen nor heard from Aoba since the incident that morning. What did she mean ‘taken care of’? There were any number of things she could have meant by it, but Noiz knew what that phrase usually meant. He’d lived in the back alleys of Midorijima for long enough to have heard it used many times. Images flashed through Noiz’s mind: Aoba, lying face down in the middle the street, the wreckage of a car in flames around him. Aoba, collapsed on the floor of their bedroom, clutching at his throat, white foam leaking from his open mouth. Aoba...dead.
Fear welled up inside of him, and Noiz fought as hard as he could against his restraints. He felt them give just a little, but not enough for him to free himself. Lowering his head, Noiz tried to clear the last remaining bits of fog from his mind. If Aoba really was in trouble, he needed to get out of here quickly, before… His mind refused to finish the thought, and instead supplied him with the memory of fighting Aoba in Oval Tower while he’d been under Toue’s mind control. He allowed one side of his mouth to quirk up slightly as he remembered how lithe and stunning Aoba had looked while he fought. With a quick shake of his head, Noiz pushed away the images of Aoba in danger from his mind. Aoba was many things, but defenseless wasn’t one of them. The muscles in his neck twitched with rage as he glared up at Klara, venom in his eyes.
“You’re going to have to do better than that. There’s no way someone like you could even touch him.”
Klara looked at him in astonishment for a moment before throwing her head back and laughing. It was even more high pitched than her normal voice, and Noiz vaguely wondered if it was actually possible for such a sound to rupture his ear drums. After a moment, Klara stopped laughing and wiped a tear from her eye, looking down at him.
“You don’t believe me?” She met his gaze and Noiz let his conviction and defiance of her claim show in his expression. With a sigh she lay a cold hand on his cheek, sliding it up to pet through his hair. “I see. I didn’t realize he had gotten his claws so far into you. I guess I’ll just have to show you some proof then.” Removing her hand Klara moved around to the other side of the desk and grabbed a paper bag from the floor.
“I really didn’t want to do this to you mein schatz, but you’ve left me no choice.” She upended the bag, dumping its contents onto the desk.
Noiz’s heart nearly stopped. He stared at the object on his desk, wishing, hoping, praying that this was all a nightmare. The light gray bundle of fabric was stained black with blood. It was Aoba’s suit coat. Noiz had ordered it for him from Italy only a few weeks ago, when Aoba had complained about only having a few suits to wear to work. He remembered the way Aoba’s eyes had shone with happiness as he’d pulled the gift from its box, running his fingers over the high quality wool. Aoba had never owned anything like it before, and he’d punched Noiz lightly in the arm for spending too much on him. Noiz had pulled Aoba into a hug, telling him that there wasn’t enough money in the world for him to show him how much he loved him. Aoba had blushed and kissed him, smiling brightly at Noiz’s rare show of his romantic side.
Noiz felt a tear run down the side of his face, and turned his head away from the bloody pile, closing his eyes. He did not want to let Klara get the upper hand by seeing him weak, by letting her know she had affected him.
No such luck.
“Oh, don’t cry mein schatz. Don’t you see? Don’t you understand? It’s just the two of us now. I know you think you cared for that little slut, but he was nothing more than a dirty whore, out to get your money. But he’s gone now. Put him out of your mind. That little tramp won’t interfere with us any longer.”
Klara pulled a small plastic case from her purse and set it on the desk next to the blood stained coat. With quick, deft movements, she rolled up the sleeve of Noiz’s shirt until the crook of his elbow was visible. Before he could think to resist her, she put a hand under his elbow and lifted until his arm was straight. The movement pushed his shoulder into an awkward position, made painful by the fact that his wrist was still tied to the arm of the chair. She pulled Aoba’s coat from the desk and tucked it underneath Noiz’s arm, forcing him to keep it straight when she let go. The copper tang of blood filled his nose causing the bile to rise in his throat, and another tear to roll down his cheek. She turned, and he watched, fear gripping his stomach and tying it in knots as she opened the small case on the desk and pulled out a hypodermic needle, filled with a clear liquid. Noiz jerked back and tugged at his bonds, but the awkward angle of his arm made struggling nearly impossible.
“Do you know what this is mein schatz?” She tilted her head and smiled softly. His mouth went dry as she placed the needle against the pulsing vein in his arm. A second later, he felt the sharp prick as it penetrated his skin. Pushing down on the plunger, she continued speaking. “This, is Pancuronium Bromide. It’s a muscle paralyzer. I know that right now you don’t understand that we’re meant for each other, but over time you’ll start to understand. This is just to help keep you from hurting yourself while I take us somewhere far away from here. Somewhere just for us.” She leaned over him and licked the tear from his cheek. A disgusted shudder ran down his spine, and he fought the urge to vomit.
“I’m going to take very good care of you, mein schatz.” Klara voice faded to a whisper as she breathed the threat into Noiz’s ear. She planted a small kiss to his temple before pulling away. Gently, she pulled the coat out from under his arm, placing it in his lap instead.
“But we’ll have plenty of time for that later. That medicine I gave you should be affecting you soon, and we’ve got to get you ready to go. Those clothes are much too stuffy for where we’re going.” Klara stepped out of the office, but reappeared quickly, carrying a large duffle bag, which she set onto the desk.
Noiz watched as she emptied the bag, making small piles of clothes and makeup and hair accessories on top of his paperwork. She talked while she worked, but Noiz wasn’t paying attention to what she was saying. He dropped his head to look at Aoba’s coat in his lap. There was more blood than he’d realized at first. If Aoba wasn’t dead, he was at the very least seriously injured. His shoulders sagged, and his head dropped even further, touching his chest. A cold numbness began to spread through his arms and legs, and he felt himself slipping into a state of apathy as the drug worked through his system. The same state of mind he’d been in when he’d met Aoba, and the one he’d told himself he would never allow himself to fall into again. He felt a hand in his hair and his head was pushed back until he was looking at Klara, standing over him.
“Now then mein schatz, let’s get you changed.”
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Aoba stared out the window of the car, eyes unfocused as the streetlights passed by in bright blurs. He was anxious, although he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why he felt that way. It was unusual for Noiz not to call when he was going to be late, but not unheard of. Especially recently. With everything that needed to be taken care of before the meeting tomorrow, it wasn’t really a surprise that Noiz hadn’t contacted him. But no matter how logical his reasoning, Aoba couldn’t calm the butterflies that fluttered around his stomach.
They pulled into the parking garage in record time, the trip having only taken fifteen minutes as opposed to the usual twenty Aoba was used to. He was silently grateful for the lack of traffic at the late hour. Aoba noticed that Noiz’s car was still there, and heaved a sigh of relief. At least he wouldn’t have to go looking for him. There were a few other cars as well, but Aoba paid them no mind. Waving at Hans in thanks, Aoba jogged to the elevators and quickly selected the correct floor. When he arrived, he headed straight for Noiz’s office.
The door was slightly open, and the light spilled into the main office. Aoba slowed his approach, not wanting to disturb Noiz if he were in the middle of a call or heavily focused on something. At the sound of a voice inside the office, he stopped short. The voice he’d heard had been female, and familiar. Klara. He stiffened and crept anxiously towards the office until he could just barely see through the crack in the door.
Klara was sitting at Noiz’s desk, leaning forward and peering into a stand-up table top mirror. She had one eye closed and appeared to putting on eyeshadow. Aoba flicked his eyes around the room until he found Noiz. He was sitting in a chair off to the side, just barely within the confines of what Aoba could see through the door. His head was bowed, resting on his chest, and his arms were hanging limp over the arms of the chair. He looked like a marionette whose strings had just been cut. A lump caught in Aoba’s throat and the anxiety in his stomach tightened. The suit and white shirt Noiz had been wearing when Aoba had left earlier were folded and piled next to him on the floor, and instead, he was wearing a light green short sleeved linen shirt and khaki cargo shorts. If the situation hadn’t been so serious, Aoba might have laughed at the sheer absurdity of the outfit. As Aoba tried to figure out exactly what was going on, Klara’s voice interrupted his thoughts.
“There we go! All done.”
She stood up, fake smile bright, and Aoba saw that she was wearing a white sundress covered in a sunflower pattern. Aoba’s mind reeled as the the strangeness of the situation increased. He watched, confusion growing as she packed the makeup she had scattered all over the desk into a small purse-like bag, stowing the mirror away with it. When she had finished, she began shuffling around the room, picking up various pieces of clothing, as well as Noiz’s suit, and shoving them into a duffle bag. She stooped behind the desk, and lifted a gray bundle of cloth, that looked as though it had been hit with a large smattering of red paint. After a brief second, he recognized it as the suit coat he had been wearing earlier. The one that had a razor blade embedded in the side seam of the sleeve. His arm throbbed painfully as he started to realize what was going on.
“Now, what should we do with this mein schatz?” She walked over to Noiz and tilted his head back, holding the coat in front of him. “I think we should just throw it in the trash like its former owner. That was you can focus solely on you and I from now on.” Klara brushed Noiz’s hair out of his face before releasing her hold on his head.
Alarm bells went off in Aoba’s head when Noiz’s head dropped back down to his chest, bouncing slightly, as though Noiz didn’t have the strength to hold himself up. Klara took the coat and tossed in unceremoniously into the garbage can beside Noiz’s desk. Setting the bags she had packed onto the desk, she pulled up her coil. She spoke briefly to a someone through audio-only, informing them that they were ready to leave, and then turned back to Noiz, raising his face to look at her once again.
“It’s time to go mein schatz. From now on everything will perfect. Just the way it should be.” She leaned down and pressed her lips to Noiz’s softly.
A possessive anger flared up in Aoba’s chest and he threw open the door, causing it to slam into the wall. Klara jerked backwards, startled, and turned towards him, the shocked expression on her face lasting only a moment before turning into a sneer.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little whore.” She dropped her gaze to his bandaged arm, and her sneer widened, her eyes growing cold. “Looks like you got my little present earlier. But it seems you still don’t understand your place, schlampe. (Bitch/Slut)” Turning away from him, she went back and stood behind the chair where Noiz sat slumped. She lifted his chin and ran her fingers through his hair. “You see, Noiz belongs to me now. We were just about to leave before you so rudely interrupted us.”
Aoba looked into Noiz’s eyes and his heart froze when he saw the same dead, apathetic look in them that he’d had back in Midorijima. Noiz didn’t blink, didn’t twitch as Klara continued to pet him. Fear coiled around the anxiety in his stomach as he put all the pieces together.
“You drugged him.” His voice nearly caught in his throat as he spoke the words.
She smiled down at Noiz with mock tenderness.
“He just doesn’t understand that I’m the only person who can love him the way he deserves. And if he struggled too much, he might hurt himself, and I could never live with myself if that were to happen. It was for your own good, wasn’t it mein schatz?” Her high pitched voice was condescending, as though she were speaking to a wayward child instead of an adult.
Noiz’s expression didn’t change, and his unfocused eyes stared blankly into the air in front of him. As Klara continued to speak to Noiz, momentarily ignoring Aoba, ideas flew through Aoba’s mind of ways to get all of them out of this situation.
The most prevalent of these ideas came from the voice in the back of his mind, the one that had been dormant in the several months since the incident at Oval Tower. He recognized its singular opinion immediately. ‘Destroy’. And it was a very tempting thought. Not only had this woman been responsible for the last several months of bullying and torment, but she had made him question Noiz’s loyalty, stolen documents to make Noiz question him, and planted a razor in his coat that had made a twenty centimeter gash up his right arm which had required nearly thirty stitches to close, and was going to leave a horrid scar no matter how well he took care of it. Not to mention, she had drugged Noiz with Gods knew what, and was currently attempting to kidnap him and drag him away with her. ‘Destroy’ didn’t seem like a very bad plan at all, and was far more merciful than Aoba felt the woman deserved. He knew it would be a simple matter to wreck her mind. One look in the eyes, a careful application of SCRAP, and she would be nothing more than a blubbering mess on the floor, foaming at the mouth and condemned to spend the rest of her life eating all of her meals from a tube.
He wanted to do it. Make her writhe in agony and regret the day she’d even thought of hurting Noiz. But he knew he wouldn’t. After everything that had happened at Oval Tower, he had sworn to himself that he would never, ever use his SCRAP again, no matter the circumstance, no matter the consequences. Nothing was worth putting the people he loved through the same horrors again. He looked in Noiz’s eyes, at the emptiness he saw in them, and noticed the faint tear streaks down his lover’s cheeks for the first time. Closing his eyes and steeling himself, Aoba walked over to where Klara still stood, muttering nonsense into Noiz’s hair while she stroked his head. When he was within reach of her, Aoba placed a hand on top of hers, halting the motion. Startled, she looked up and met his soft golden gaze.
“It hurts...when the people we love don’t feel the same. Almost like a...a dagger piercing through your heart.” Aoba kept his voice gentle and warm, not quite SCRAP, but just on the edge. The same voice he had used on the phone at Heibon. The same voice he had used on Noiz to coax him into helping them when they left to rescue Granny. “It feels like the whole world is coming down around you, and that nothing will ever be alright again. But…” He paused for a second and swallowed back the emotions rising up in his throat that were threatening to overwhelm him. “But it will. I promise. Someday...someone will look into your eyes and you’ll be able to see their love reflected in them. Your breath will catch in your throat, and your heart will skip beats as it leaps in your chest. And you’ll know...know that you love them as much as they love you, that you’ll do anything to keep them safe. Do you understand? You’re trying to take away the most important person in my life, and I will do anything to keep him safe.”
Klara’s expressions changed rapidly as Aoba spoke. For a moment, he was sure she was listening and that he would be able to talk her into letting Noiz go. But then something had changed suddenly, and Aoba knew that no amount of talking was going to calm what ever madness was in her mind. She smacked his hand away from hers, pushing him backwards, and causing him to almost lose his balance as she ran to desk and opened one of the bags there. Recovering quickly he followed after her, reaching her just as she pulled the cap from a hypodermic needle.
She whirled to face him, stabbing at him with the sharp tip. But Aoba’s reflexes were fast, and he caught her wrist deftly, turning it sharply and bending her arm so that the needle pierced her stomach. He placed his thumb on top of hers, and pushed the plunger down. His eyes glowed like molten gold as he leaned his face in close to hers and whispered threateningly.
“Anything.”
With a shudder, her arm went limp in his hand, and he released her. She sunk to her knees, eyes wide with horror. Aoba left her there and went back to Noiz’s side, lifting his head and pressing their foreheads together, as he often did with Ren. His eyes had stopped glowing, and met the vacant green stare. He lifted his other hand and cupped it behind Noiz’s head.
“Es ist gut, mein liebe. Ich habe Sie. Und ich bin nie loszulassen.” (It’s okay, my love. I’ve got you. And I’m never letting go.)
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Aoba had called the police and an ambulance soon after Klara had been injected with the extra dose of Pancuronium bromide she’d tried to use on him. They had arrived quickly, and Noiz and Klara had been rushed to the hospital. The police had met with Aoba after he’d made sure that Noiz was going to be alright, and told them everything he knew about what had happened. Which was startlingly little.
It had taken nearly an hour for the paralytic to wear off, and once the doctor had made sure there was no lasting damage, Aoba had been shuffled out of the room so that the police could get a statement from Noiz. Klara was immediately arrested.
Once he was finished talking with the police, Noiz had insisted upon going home. Both Aoba and the doctor disagreed vehemently, and Noiz finally gave in after seeing the stubborn look in Aoba’s eyes. Noiz was worried about his presentation, not wanting to lose out on what he had been working so hard on for the last several weeks, and so Aoba had volunteered to go in his place. Reluctantly, Noiz agreed.
Aoba spent thirty minutes looking over the presentation before he was going to have to give it, and he was woefully unprepared. But he explained the situation to the other attendees, giving them a white lie about the incidents of the night before being a case of corporate espionage, and they had been extremely patient with him during the entire meeting.
When Aoba returned to the hospital to tell Noiz how it had gone, Noiz had seemed pleased, and extremely grateful. Then he’d glared pointedly at Aoba’s injured arm and demanded an explanation. And so Aoba told him all about the bullying and the razor in his coat. At first, Noiz had seemed pissed off beyond belief. But after a moment he seemed to calm down and had looked lovingly into Aoba’s gold eyes.
“I know you’re capable of handling your own problems. But I also know that I’ve told you a hundred times you don’t have to do it on your own anymore. And so, just like I can go to you if there’s something wrong, you can come to me if you need help. I know you know this. So I’m not going to start being overprotective or insist you have a bodyguard or anything like that. I’m just going to ask you for one thing.” Noiz smirked. “Next time, could you maybe give me a heads up before I end up drugged and tied to my chair?”
Two days later, Noiz had finally been released from the hospital, and he was as cranky as he had ever been. For one, Noiz hated hospitals with a passion, and desperately hated being confined to a bed for hours on end with nothing to do. And two, Aoba had refused to have sex with him in his hospital bed. Noiz had complained saying that ‘they’d done it before so why couldn’t they do it again’? And Aoba had countered with something along the lines of ‘been there, done that, now I never need to do it again’. It had left Noiz in a fowl mood, and no amount of bunny shaped apples would lighten it.
Aoba’s presentation of Noiz’s material had gone better than he thought. Noiz had gotten a call shortly after leaving the hospital, and the investors had accepted his proposal. And while everyone in the office was excited, it meant there was a lot of extra work that had to be done.
Noiz was under strict orders from the doctor that he was supposed to rest in bed for at least another two to three days after leaving the hospital, and Aoba stayed home to make sure he did. Of course, once they were back in their own bed, ‘resting’ was not the only thing that happened.
A week later, Klara had been charged with attempted kidnapping, use of an illegal substance, stalking, and assault. Secretly, Aoba wished there was a charge for being an all around bitch so that she’d have to spend even more time in prison, but he knew deep down that he was just being petty. But it didn’t stop him from celebrating a little when they set her bail to high for anyone who knew her to pay.
Once he returned to the office, Noiz had filled Klara’s vacated position rather quickly. A small, dark haired girl named Liesel, who looked more like a librarian than an accountant, started at the office shortly after Noiz and Aoba returned. She was immediately accepted as part of the girl’s lunch group, and Aoba found he liked her logical, no-nonsense approach to life.
Life returned to something approaching normal. Well...almost.
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There was a knock on Noiz’s office door. It was his lunch break, and he knew he didn’t have any appointments or meetings until later in the afternoon. A corner of his mouth twitched up in a half smile.
“Come in.”
The door opened slowly and a blue head poked inside, the pale face attached to it flushed pink. Aoba entered the office and closed the door behind him, leaning against the wall and panting heavily.
“Noiz...please…” Aoba had reverted to Japanese, and his soft breathy voice sent a shiver down Noiz’s spine.
“Is there something wrong Aoba?” Noiz smirked knowingly at his lover and set down the sandwich he’d been eating.
Aoba glared at him and walked almost haltingly towards him until he reached Noiz’s chair. He grabbed Noiz’s tie and collar and pulled him up, crashing his lips into Noiz’s. Slipping a hand up into the sandy hair, Aoba made a fist and yanked on the fine strands, causing Noiz to gasp slightly at the pain. Taking the opportunity, Aoba bit into Noiz’s lower lip, drawing blood before deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue around the entirety of Noiz’s mouth.
Noiz moaned appreciatively as he tangled his tongue with Aoba’s, the coppery taste of his blood mingling with the sweetness of Aoba’s own taste. He wrapped his arms around Aoba’s back, grabbing handfuls of fabric and pulling Aoba towards him.
The kiss was more passionate and desperate than their usual kisses, and they both had to pull away for air after a few moments. Leaning in, Aoba ground his hips into Noiz’s, rubbing his obvious erection against the hardness in Noiz’s own pants. He pulled Noiz’s head down and nipped at his ear, his voice thick with need.
“Noiz...hurry...I need you...right now…”
If he hadn’t been so extremely aroused by the uncommon statement, Noiz would have chuckled. He settled for smiling and kissing along Aoba’s neck instead.
“You realize we’re still at work right? My office door isn’t locked. Anyone could just walk right in here and catch us.”
“No they...haaah...no they won’t. Everyone knocks first. Nggh.”
Aoba loosened Noiz’s tie and began unbuttoning his shirt, pressing his lips into the hollow between Noiz’s neck and collarbone and nipping at it softly. A small thrill ran through him as he heard Noiz’s breath catch as he tried to hold back a moan. Noiz didn’t have many erogenous zones, but the ones Aoba had managed to find elicited enough of a response to makeup for the small number of them. And Aoba loved seeing Noiz lose control of his apathetic mask, even for just a moment.
But Aoba wasn’t the only one who knew where his partners weak spots were. Grinning wickedly, Noiz slid a hand down the front of Aoba’s shirt until he found the hard nub of Aoba’s nipple, and pinched in gently. It took every ounce of self control Aoba had not to throw his head back and moan. Instead, he stifled his exclamation by biting into Noiz’s shoulder and using the fabric of his suit to muffle the sound. Noiz continued to kiss and suck along the side of Aoba’s neck, his hands alternating between playing with Aoba’s nipples, and unbuttoning his shirt. When the shirt was completely open, Noiz slipped his hands inside, suppressing a groan as he felt the heated flesh of Aoba’s chest.
While Noiz continued his quest to turn Aoba into a shuddering mess, Aoba decided that, although insanely hot, he’d had enough of foreplay and wanted to get to the main attraction. He dropped his hands to Noiz’s belt and unbuckled it swiftly, pulling Noiz’s pants open so roughly he felt Noiz smirk against his neck. But he ignored Noiz’s half chuckle at him in favor of reaching a hand into Noiz’s underwear and pulling out his weeping cock. As he stroked along the piercings adorning the thick shaft, Aoba used his other hand to unbuckle his own belt and push his pants and underwear down past his hips. Noiz smirked again.
“Do you have any idea how hot you are when you’re like this Aoba? So desperate and wanton?” Noiz reached a hand behind Aoba’s hips and pulled gently at the thin cord dangling from Aoba’s ass. “If this is the sort of reaction I’m going to get, I might just have to make you wear one of these everyday.”
He tugged sharply at the toy that was buzzing around inside his lover, causing Aoba to pull his hand away from Noiz’s arousal in order to cover his own mouth as he gasped with pleasure. When he finally got his voice under control, Aoba reached up and fisted his hand in Noiz’s hair again, pulling him close and whispering hotly in his ear.
“If you don’t take that thing out right now and fuck me, the only action you’ll see for a month will be with your own hand.”
Noiz groaned as desire flared up even stronger inside him, and decided that the love egg currently buried in Aoba’s ass was money well spent.
“Well, when you say it like that…” Noiz grabbed Aoba’s arms and flipped him around, bending him over the desk and pinning his wrists above his head. “...how can I refuse?”
Releasing Aoba’s wrists, Noiz finished pushing Aoba’s pants down to his knees. Quickly, he pulled the vibrating toy out of Aoba, and Aoba dug his fingers into Noiz’s desk as he bit his lip in an attempt to stifle his scream. Noiz opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a small bottle of lube, drizzling a tiny stream between Aoba’s cheeks. He carefully pushed two fingers into the red and slightly swollen hole. Aoba pressed his fist against his mouth, moaning and panting heavily. When Noiz felt the fleshy mound under his fingers, he pressed down slightly, and felt Aoba clench around him as he nearly sobbed into his hand.
“Noi...Noiz...please...hurry...I’m ready…”
Taking a few deep breaths, Noiz tried to calm himself as he slicked his erection with another dribble of lube, and pressed the tip of his cock against Aoba’s ass. Gripping Aoba’s hips firmly in his hands, he pushed slowly into the tight heat, listening carefully for any sounds of pain or distress from his partner.
“Ngggghhh...haa...aaaahh...go fa...faster you little...brat…”
With a snap of his hips, Noiz buried himself to the hilt, smirking when Aoba’s scream faded into a whimper and he clenched tightly around the intrusion in his backside. Pausing briefly to allow Aoba to adjust, Noiz began to thrust quickly and roughly into his lover, wishing Aoba didn’t have to muffle his voice so he could hear his breathless moans. But Aoba kept his fist firmly planted against his mouth, biting down softly as the pressure that had been building for hours began to reach its peak.
Knowing that neither of them was going to last very long, Noiz reached around and began stroking Aoba’s cock, increasing the speed of his own thrusts to match. He felt Aoba clench even tighter around him, and warm sticky fluid spilled out onto his hand and the floor, and Aoba lost a small amount of control over his voice and a soft scream escaped him. The increased tightness sent Noiz over the edge, and he emptied himself into Aoba, groaning through closed lips as he did.
Noiz pulled out slowly, Aoba whimpering as one of his piercings rubbed over his sensitive prostate. Once he was out, he pushed the egg shaped toy back into Aoba, being sure to turn off the vibration, and pulled Aoba’s pants back up over his hips. When Aoba whined in protest, Noiz pulled him up and brushed damp blue bangs out of his face, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“It’s better than spending the rest of the day leaking into your underwear.” Golden eyes glared up at him, threatening retribution.
“Fine. But we’re leaving right after your meeting this afternoon, and when we get home…” Aoba smiled and his gold eyes danced with mischief. “...I get to be on top.”
Noiz returned the smirk and met the playfully menacing gaze with a matching green one.
“If you insist. I’ll let you ride me to your hearts content.”
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Liesel was on her way to deliver a report to Mr. Noiz’s office when a hand on her arm stopped her. Turning, she saw Anelie, one of the ladies she worked with and who frequently joined her for lunch.
“Is that for Mr. Noiz?” Anelie asked politely, smile genuine.
“It is. I thought I should get it to him as soon as possible. He’s going to need it for his meeting later.” Liesel didn’t return the smile, but she didn’t frown either.
“Well, he’s in the middle of his lunch right now, and he really, really doesn’t like being disturbed. But I have some documents to take to him later, and I’ll make sure he gets it in plenty of time.” With another smile, Anelie held out her hand for the paperwork in Liesel’s hand.
After a moment of hesitation, Liesel handed it over and turned back to the elevators. Anelie walked to Aoba’s desk and sat on the corner of it, setting the paperwork for Noiz on top of a pile of folders. A few moments later, Aoba emerged from the office, smoothing down his hair and buttoning his coat. He grinned wolfishly when he saw Anelie at his desk. She returned the look.
“Well?” She asked, cocking her head slightly to the side.
The grin increased as Aoba got closer. Once he was close enough, he dropped his voice so that she was the only one who could hear it.
“I think unabashed begging is a definite yes.”
The glow in Aoba’s golden eyes made Anelie snicker softly.
“You know that sex in the office is dangerous right?” Her voice had a serious undertone beneath the amusement.
Aoba looked directly into her eyes, letting the mischief in them show plainly.
“That’s half the fun.”
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