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Title: Growing
up
Author:
Bane Huntress
Beta
Reader: Danielle
Florian
unclasped his cloak and shook it out a little, trying to get the
worst of the weather from it. “Trust you to want to bring us here
in this weather!” he muttered as he turned to the younger man.
Noir
just grinned at him, already a cigar in his lips. “I felt like
some peace and quiet.” He shrugged handing his cloak to Laila who
took everyone else’s cloaks and hurried to hang them up too dry.
Florian
looked back out the still open door as a few of the servants tried
to calm the horses and bring in the luggage. Snow swirled around
them in big fat flakes that dashed this way and that as the wind
carried them where it wanted. Even the tracks they had made to get
into the small mansion were now fading in all the snow.
He
couldn’t help a shiver as he looked into the blackness beyond and
was thankful they had got here in time before they were stuck out in
the storm that threatened too take any fools soul if they dared to
venture out in it all night. He
was also relieved that they had sent out the men with all the
supplies they would need for this holiday two days sooner, they
would also have aired the house a little.
He felt
someone tugging on his arm, he looked down to see Noel smiling up at
him. The boy had grown a lot in the three years they had taken him
in, and he was now chest high with Florian. “Your not catching a
cold are you?” the boy asked his big blue eyes filled with
concern.
Florian
just smiled at him as he shook his head, “I’m fine it’s just
cold.” He felt a hand on his other arm.
“Come
on then, Greeves has set up a fire in the parlor,” Noir said with
a smile on his face that wasn’t sarcastic. “Laila why don’t
you have him bring us some tea?”
Florian
watches as the young lady dashed off towards the back of the
moderate hall, she had grown into quite a beauty. Then Noir guided
him into the warm parlor where a fire was crackling away in the
grate making it feel all cozy.
“You
got new furnisher?” He asked as Noir guided him to one of the most
voluptuous dark maroon sofas Florian had ever seen, and it was
sinfully comfortable as he sat in it, he couldn’t help but smile
as the warm velvet seemed to incase him.
“I
thought the old straw stuffed wooden ones were a little out of
date.” His friend said as he sat down besides him.
Florian
smiled at him, but said nothing.
Over
the short years Noir had seemed to calm down a little, he still had
his mean sarcastic side, but Florian had seen it less and less as
their friendship had grown; until now, when he was quite happy to
spend time in the others company even miss it when Noir wasn’t
there. He didn’t even mind the stealing anymore, and had come to
find the amusement in it.
Now he
just sat contentedly with the younger man, watching the fire dance
before him as the snow swirled against the windowpanes, the sound of
the wind down the chimney a soothing lament to the calm silent room.
Nothing
could have been more perfect as he sighed in contentment.
“Are
you sure your alright?” Noir asked suddenly, leaning infront of
Florian a little, his dark brows drawn together over his sparkling
emerald eyes.
Again
Florian smiled at him, “I’m perfectly alright, Noir, stop
worrying… This is just so perfect.” He waved his hand vaguely at
the newly decorated room, covered in deep red velvet and gold. He
had to admit thought he was feeling a little tired, the trip had
been a long one to get out here into the back and beyond of Paris.
He felt
his eyes half closing when suddenly Noir grabbed his face in both
hands and pressed their foreheads together.
Florian
tried to protest, when he realized Noir was actually checking his
temperature and he tried to bat him away.
“My
god!” Noir exclaimed as he pulled away, moving his hands to
Florian’s shoulders, “You’re burning up! Why didn’t you tell
me!” he said crossly.
“I’m
not ill!” Florian protested, he felt fine, a little cold maybe but
nothing to get bothered about. “It could just be the fire, I just
need something to eat, I’ll be fine.”
“Like
hell you will!” Noir snapped as Laila came back in with a tray of
tea, Noel following behind carrying some cakes.
They
stopped when they saw the two on the sofa.
Noir
spun to face her, “Laila get me some warm blankets now! And tell
someone to light a fire in Florian’s room and air his bed!”
Laila
hurriedly put he tray down. “what’s wrong?” she asked in
alarm.
“Florian’s
sick, now MOVE!” he bellowed making the young woman jump as she
hurried out the door.
“Don’t
shout at her!” Florian tried to sit up, but Noir’s hold on him
wouldn’t let him. Then he felt a tickling in his nose and sneezed.
When he
could finally see again after the force of it, Noir’s face was
scrunched up and covered in little droplets of moisture, “Sorry”
He managed lamely as he sniffled a little.
Noir
just wiped his face with his arm, “If you’ve given me a cold
I’ll smack you.” But he said it with an affectionate smile.
Florian
had expected him to be angry with him, but it was strange seeing him
actually smiling, but this was the new, older version of the man who
had bought him all those years ago.
“What’s
wrong with him?” Noel suddenly asked making the men brake their
eye contact.
“He’s
got a cold” Noir said letting Florian go and turning to the tea
Laila had left for them, pouring milk into the china then adding
enough sugar to make it sickly as he then added the steaming tea.
“Here
drink this.” Noir said placing the cup in Florian’s hands almost
tenderly.
“It’ll
be far too sweet” Florian couldn’t help but moan as he brought
the steaming honey coloured liquid to his lips. He took a sip,
cooled by the milk it was actually nice and seemed to ease the
tickling that was starting to form in his throat. He gave a sigh of
pleasure as he relaxed once again into the comfort of the sofa.
Noir
looked at his friend as his amethyst eyes as they kept closing, only
to sluggishly open again a few moments later.
Slowly
and carefully he saved the bone china cup from falling to the floor
and staining the rug with the last dregs of sweet tea. Long fingers
let the cup slip unnoticed as Florian’s head moved to the side as
he finally succumbed to sleep.
“Is
he asleep?” Laila asked quietly as she looked up from her game of
chess with Noel.
Noir
nodded as he pulled the covers about the sleeping man and tucked
them in a little.
“I’ll
let him rest for a little bit, then take him up to bed… Did you
get someone to light a fire?” he asked looking around at his
friend.
He
couldn’t help but notice the look of resignation in her eyes
before she smiled and it was gone.
“Stefan
sorted it out for
me.
” She said looking back at her game, when Noel had moved a pawn.
“Why don’t you just take him up now?”
“In a
moment…” he said sitting back and looking into the fire.
Watching Laila through the corner of his eye.
He new
how much she had always cared for him, he even knew that she loved
him with all her heart… and he was truly sorry he could never
return the favor.
She was
a younger sister to him and always had been, he loved her but not in
he was she needed or deserved.
Every
time he so much as looked at another woman, all he could think about
was his mother dieing alone on her sick bed, mourning for a man that
would never return, and then of his own hardship and lose as a
child. He could and would never put another child through that.
Maybe
it was selfish of him to think in such a way, but it was the only
way he could protect his own sanity.
After
all he had learned that getting close to anyone only brought loss
and pain.
He
couldn’t help but look back at his sleeping friend. That had all
changed three years ago when he spied two living amethyst eyes
gleaming at him from behind a curtain, and his heart had missed a
beat.
He
would not admit to himself at the beginning that he had feelings for
the older man, so he had beaten him and teased and belittled him at
every given opportunity when the tension in his chest had become too
much to bare. Over the year though, he had resigned himself to the
fact that his protective and possessiveness over the other man was
more than he felt for any of the other members of his household.
He felt
himself reaching out and smoothing blond hair from a pail brow.
Florian
smiled in his sleep and his face turned a little into the soft
caress as he muttered something under his breath.
Noir
smiled as he stroked the golden hair. His fondness for this being
out shone any diamonds or trinket he could possess. But then he
didn’t possess Florian fully, not the way he so wanted too.
And
that almost hurt more than anything that had befallen him in his
life.
“Do
you think he will be better for your birthday party?” Noel’s
voice cut into this musing.
He
turned to the young boy, who was now more a son to them all. “Lets
hope so.” He replied. “If not, you can have his piece of
cake!”
Noel
grinned widely and giggled then turned back to his game of chess,
moved one piece and cried out, “Check mate!” he squealed, “I
Win!”
Laila
growled in annoyance as she surveyed the bored, still looking for a
way out, but her king was court behind her own pawns and castle.
The
sudden outburst had disturbed Florian, who woke up with a grunt of
surprise.
Noir
shushed him as he rubbed his arm in a reassuring gesture.
“Come
on sleepy head, lets get you up too bed then.”
Florian
made to get to his feet, but as he did he paled some more. And
before he could even think of asking for help, or deny the fact he
wanted to move at all, Noir stood and swept him, blanket and all,
into his arms.
This
was normally followed by arms flailing and protests. But this time
all Florian did was burry his face into Noir’s shoulder at the
taller man walked up to his room.
He sat
Florian on the edge of his bed, the covers already drawn back and
then began to unbuckle the others shows, then carefully remove his
socks.
Florian
just sat, his eyes staring at what ever Noir did with a glazed cast
to them as he sniffled a little. They only opened a little in alarm
when Noir started to undo the buttons on his waistcoat.
Noir
ignored him as best he could; concentrating solely on getting is
friend into bed, pushing all other emotions from his mind. Thought
after he had tugged the shirt from Florian’s tight trousers and
unbuttoned it, he couldn’t help gliding his hands down the soft
flesh of the others arms until the shirt came away clean.
His
eyes lingered on the light white scares that he himself had put on
Florian’s chest when they had first known each other, and with a
pang of guilt he quickly fumbled Florian into his long nightshirt.
He
hesitated then. He would have to remove the others trousers, and he
knew even a sick and muddled minded Florian would not like it. But
there was really nothing else for it other than to call someone else
to do it. And right at that moment his possessiveness kicked in.
He
looked up into the bright eyes that were staring coolly at him.
“I’m going to have to take your trousers off…” he hesitated
when there was no response. “Ok… Just lean back a little.”
Florian
did as he was told, holding himself up on wobbly arms.
With a
sigh of resignation, and a little thrill he lifted the long
nightshirt up so he could undo the buttons at Florian crotch. But to
save them both the embarrassment of what he was doing he looked back
up into those violet eyes that looked back at him calmly.
Noir
put his hands on thin hips and very slowly began to glide his hands
downwards towards milky white thighs. Florian lifted his hips up a
little so he could pull the material off fully.
Their
eyes never blinking or loosing contact as Noir finally freed
Florian’s legs from his trousers.
Noir
stayed were he was for a moment, knelling on the floor at
Florian’s feet still looking up into those eyes that never left
him. Very carefully he eased his way up, one hand cupping a fever
flushed cheek. Then he could resist the urge no more as he brought
their faces closer together and pressed his lips to the others dry
ones.
He
didn’t try to gain access to that sensuous mouth, happy enough to
just have the contact.
When he
pulled away he couldn’t help but lick his lips that tasted now of
sweet tea.
When he
opened his eyes again he noticed Florian still had his closed, a
very slight smile playing on his lips.
“You
should sleep now…” Noir said with a shaky voice as he stood and
pulled the covers back and picked Florian’s slender legs up and
swung them under the covers. Then helped the other to settle down
amongst the soft, cream coloured, pillows.
Golden
hair made a halo around his head, his eyes now half open as he
looked back up at Noir.
“I’ll
be in the other room if you need anything.” Noir said as he pulled
the covers up fully as he instinctively bent down and kissed the
others warm forehead.
He was
just about to pull away completely when a hand closed around his
wrist.
“Don’t
leave…” came a whisper from the bed.
Noir
closed his eyes tightly, before he turned with a smile putting his
hand over the one on his wrist. “I’ll stay until you fall
asleep.” He said sitting down on the edge of the bed still holding
Florian’s hand.
Florian
nodded a little but he didn’t look happy with a slight frown on
his brow.
“Are
you to hot?” Noir asked in concern, not understanding the look of
disappointment.
Florian
just shook his head a little as he squeezed Noir’s hand then
closed his eyes.
Noir
looked at the door that adjoined their rooms together. “I’ll
leave the door open to my room.” He said quietly, “Just call out
and I’ll come, alright?”
There
was a little nod before the other gave a large sigh and finally
slipped into sleep.
Noir
stayed where he was as he watched every muscle in Florian’s face
slowly relax into sleep, leaving him with an almost angelic
expression.
He
found himself reaching out again and brushing silky hair from
Florian’s forehead.
“What
ever happens.” He told the others sleeping form. “I’m not
letting you go…” With that he tucked Florian’s arm back under
the covers, blow out the few lamps still burning and left for his
own room, as promised leaving the door ajar.
Florian
woke up feeling almost contented, He had had the strangest dream, or
should it have been a nightmare?
There
had been a lot of green eyes entering his vision, soft lips pressed
against his own, then the image of Noir stood over him with his whip
in hand, wearing his Arabian robes, as he had years ago on their
first meeting. But this time he wasn’t laughing. There was a look
of concern in his eyes as he reached down with a free hand.
“Azura’s
dead… He wont hurt you anymore…”
Then he
had remembered the pain Azura had inflicted on him, thee addiction,
the rap and finally the pain of withdrawal that lingered long after
the original abuse. One giant crystal blue eye seemed to engulf him
as he was tossed about in its depths. He was screaming but there was
no sound, Just the pain and the memories of cold hands upon him,
touching him where no one had before. Where the hands had no right
to touch but he had no will to stop it, he couldn’t fight, leaving
him felling soiled and filthy.
He
tried to scream again, to turn away from the all consuming blue that
burned his skin.
Just
when he thought he would die from this torture a cool dark cloak
seemed to enfold him, it smelled of cigar smoke and something
deeper, something that spoke silent words of safety, of protection,
of finally belonging somewhere where he was wanted, letting him know
that nothing could harm him anymore, and if it did then this
presence would be there to make it all better, to take away all his
pain.
He
buried himself in its warm darkness, shutting out all the blue and
the light. He felt something hard clasp it’s self around his
wrists, but he didn’t resist. It was part of this warm darkness
and he welcomed these bonds willingly.
There
was a gentle tug on the chain that tide his wrists, as a soft green
seemed to seep into the darkness. Then finally he heard something, a
soft whisper that filled him with reassurance and a longing that
pulled at his heart.
“I’m
not letting you go…”
Florian
smiled in his cocoon of serenity, “I know” He whispered in
reply, “and I’m not going anywhere…”
Finally
he had found his peace… knowing that the decision he had made was
the right one… The only one he could make now….
And
with that last thought he had drifted into a healing sleep,
undisturbed by anything else.
“Your
awake.” Came the soft voice from his dreams.
He
smiled as he finally opened his eyes to look up into Noir’s
concerned green eyes.
“How
are you felling?” there was genuine curiosity.
Florian
moved his head a little and found he had a mother of all headaches.
He winced as he put his head back on the pillows.
Noir
reached out and put his hand on his brow. “Well it seems the
fevers broken in the night…” He stood up then, “Do you think
you can eat anything? You missed supper last night.” He turned
with a tray in his hands.
Florian
was about to say no, when his stomach gave a warning growl.
“I
promise you, Laila didn’t make it.” He chuckled.
Florian
could help but sigh in relief as he managed to sit up despite the
pounding in his head. Then he noticed that one of Noir’s best
Arabian dress robs covered him. He felt the soft dark material
between his fingers, then looked up for an explanation.
Noir
just chuckled as he placed the bed tray over Florian’s legs,
ignoring the fact that the trays legs were straining the thin
material. Then Noir sat down on the bed to watch him eat as he
explained. “You were moaning and crying out in your sleep.” He
said, “your fever kept braking a little by little all night”
Florian
picked up a peace of butter smothered toast in one hand as he
stroked a hand over the soft material. A frown still on his brow.
“You
wouldn’t let go of it.” Noir said as he nudged his elbow so he
would eat. “When you finally calmed down enough, I took it off and
left it with you as you slept.”
Florian
nodded as he recalled his dream, and after taking a sip of warm
sweet tea he smiled up at his friend…
“Thank
you.” He managed through a slightly saw throat.
“Ahh,
so you can speak!” Noir exclaimed with a grin as he took a cigar
out of his top pocked. “I was beginning to wonder… So how ARE
you feeling this morning?”
Florian
swallowed some of his scrambled eggs. “I have a headache” he
confessed.
Noir
nodded, “Maybe it was just a little milady from the traveling and
cold?... but you have to get better for tomorrow or Noel will eat
your piece of the cake.”
Florian
just shrugged with a nod as he took another mouthful of eggs.
“This is good!” he said as he scooped some more onto his folk.
Noir’s
smile widened. “That’s because I made it.”
Florian
almost chocked, knowing how much the younger man hated cooking.
“I
can cook!” Noir said swatting him playfully on the arm. “I just
employ someone to do it for me most of the time.” He grinned.
Florian
just smiled back as he ate some more.
Laila
was happy that Florian was getting better. But as she had watched
Noir actually making breakfast for the blond, she couldn’t help
the old feeling of resentment for Florian. Noir had never done
anything like that for her. Well, she admitted, not in a long time
anyway.
She now
stood watching the two through the crack Noir had left in
Florian’s bedroom door.
They
looked so happy together, so natural. And she had resigned herself
to the fact that Noir would never love her the way she loved him.
But at least she knew he did love her still, even if it wasn’t as
deep as she wanted.
With a
sigh she turned away from the door then started when she realized
Noel was stood directly behind her staring into the room also. His
blue eyes wide with curiosity.
“What
are you doing here you little brat!” she hissed.
Noel
just blinked up at her. “I thought you were over Noir?” He said
innocently. “I thought you were gonna’ marry Michel?”
She
shushed him and drew him away from the door so they weren’t over
heard. “I am… one of these day, I was just making sure they were
all right!”
Noel
smiled at her with a knowing gleam in his large eyes, then he patted
her on her arm. “It’s alright, I understand.” He said then ran
off down the hall and straight into Florian’s room.
She
heard his cry out Florian’s name.
With a
sigh she walked on down to the kitchen where the men were cooking up
dishes for tomorrows birthday dinner, after all she still had to ice
the cake.
Florian
laughed with all the others as Laila tried to mime out the title to
a book.
The
birthday dinner was wonderful, they had all done and exhalent job.
And the
cake that now lay on a sideboard almost completely gone had once
carried an astounding number of candles, with the words, ‘Happy 21st
Birthday Noir’ in blue icing, there had also been a sugar red rose
that Noir, winking, had placed on top of his piece.
He felt
a little guilty that he hadn’t really done anything to help, after
spending all day in bed getting over his fever.
But non
of them seemed to have minded, and constantly asking him if he was
alright because he still looked a little pail.
But he
had put that down to the fact of what he was going to do later
tonight.
The
others laughing bought him out of his thoughts as Laila pushed out
her already well endowed chest and took a savior expression creased
her dark skin.
“Pride
and Prejudice!” someone called from behind them and Laila clapped
in relief as she sat back down on her poof.
Florian
watched Stefan as he took a slip of paper from the top hat they were
using to hold all the bits of paper for Sheraids and watched as his
shoulders sagged; it looked like he had another one of Noir’s
contributions.
He
looked over at the table that still help all of Noir’s presents. A
poke-watch made from
Sheffield
silver and had come from the latest design houses in
London
, had been bought by most of the men, along with a new horn for his
automobile.
Laila
had gotten him a golden pen set and black marble pen holder that he
had gushed over, kissing and hugging her. Noel had bought him a new
set of Jet cufflinks and a box of
Belgium
lacquers he liked, Florian had helped him buy them, and the poor boy
was subjected to the same treatment as Laila.
Florian
smiled as he remembered giving his present too Noir. They were some
very rare books that he had been moaning he couldn’t get for
months. He had smiled so softly after the original shock.
“Why
don’t you open it?” Florian had suggested, tapping the toper
most book.
With a
frown Noir had done so, to read the little note inside the front
cover, then he had gasped and frowned more as he looked back up at
him. Closing the book.
The
note had read, ‘You get the rest of your 21st birthday
present tonight… F’.
Florian
felt a twist of apprehension in his gut now as he sat with everyone
else trying to guess the next clue. Maybe he was being too forwards?
Maybe Noir was just teasing him with the stolen kisses and hugs.
He
cursed himself, he shouldn’t have written that note, but then he
remembered as if through a dream, Noir’s hands on him two nights
ago as he had undressed him. Some how at the time it had felt so
right, so perfect. Then the kiss, Noir hadn’t pressed for more
than just lips and Florian found that more passionate than anything
else he had ever experienced in his life, and the fact that Noir had
not pressed further when he had been quite willing for anything from
the younger man had been so sweet. But the memory also drove daggers
of doubt into the dream. Maybe he hadn’t gone further because he
had never wanted too…?
There
were just too many questions, and he still felt a little exhausted
from his fever.
Finally
he pushed all worries and hopes from his mind… he would find out
tonight if he was about to leave this close, if strange, family he
had found.
Noir
watched as slowly everyone gave their excuses and staggered off to
bed, all in different stages of drunkenness.
Laila
was the last to go, she climbed up onto Noir’s lap and hugged him
about the neck, confessing that she loved him dearly, and not to
make a fool of himself. Then she had given Florian a kiss on the
cheek and staggered off out the door.
Noir
listened to the wind hauling outside, carrying more snow as it went.
It was better than the uncomfortable silence that was now stretching
out between him and Florian.
He
couldn’t help his nerves as he finally blurted out. “So, ready
to pay off a little more of your debt to me?” he said with a smirk
as he turned his head towards the older man.
He
cursed his foolishness, knowing that this younger version of his
pompousness only bought out the worst in his friend.
To his
shock Florian just smiled slowly at him as he took a sip of his
brandy and Noir feared that maybe the other was to drunk.
“I
think I need to tell you something.” Florian said, his voice very
steady.
“And
that would be?” Noir fought down the smirk his strained nerves
were threatening to put back on his face.
Florian
looked very calmly at him, until their eyes met. “I read your
little account book years ago.” His smile broadened. “I always
thought it was strange that my mother must have died before that
cheque was ever cashed…” He razed an eyebrow. “And when I went
to the bank they told me that the cheque in question was indeed
stopped by the other party.”
Noir
gasped as he stared at the other man, for years he had played out
this little plot of slave and master, thinking that he had been so
clever in keeping the fact from Florian. “you never said
anything…” He whispered. Afraid now for what was to come, was
this it, did Florian’s little note just mean that he wasn’t
going to embarrass him infront of the others? That he now knew he
had no hold over him and he was going to leave?
He felt
sick with apprehension waiting for the other to answer.
Florian
shook his head. “No I didn’t… After all, I don’t own
anything, I have family who just despise me and think I’m your
whore…”
Noir
opened his mouth to protest hotly to this but Florian just held up a
hand for silence.
“But
you took me in… At first I admit that I hated you, but then I came
to like you and everyone else you keep close to you. When I finally
found out the truth, I wasn’t angry at you…” He smiled then,
and held out his hand for Noir to join him on the sofa.
Noir
went silently as Florian held his hand in his own.
“How
could I be?...” his hand squeezed a little. “You gave me a roof
over my head, food on my plate, clothes on my back and a new family
when I lost everything I had ever known.”
Noir
couldn’t help but smooth some silky blond hair away from the
amethyst eyes that were now filling with unshed tears. He felt his
own throat constrict with emotions.
“Why
would you take me in when I was worth nothing to you?” Florian
asked in a whisper. “it’s not family loyalty that bands me to
you… I would just like to hear it from your own lip’s Noir…
Can you at least tell me that?”
They
were silent for a spell, until Noir finally found the courage to
answer. “I have a thing for waifs and strafes… “, he grinned,
after all, every member of his household had nowhere else to go,
either by choice of necessity. He saw the frown starting on
Florian’s brow and continued. “Look… To be honest, I don’t
know why I didn’t just kick you out, maybe something in me knew
something I wasn’t ready to realize back then… and then when
your mother died and your Uncle and Aunt betrayed you to the police
I knew I couldn’t let you go…” He swallowed, he hated being
this honest, it went against his grain, but he knew if he didn’t
say the truth now, he would loose those amethysts for ever. “I
CANT let you go…” he trailed off, looking away. He had never
felt this insecure since his mother died, and he hated it.
He
didn’t like not having a hold on Florian, but then he hadn’t had
a hold on him for some time and he still stayed.
He felt
the sofa move a little as Florian’s knees touched his own. Then a
hand came under his chin lifting his face.
He
found himself staring into eyes that sparkled with more than the
firelight.
“Then
make me stay…” came a breathy sigh. “Make me
yours…forever.”
Florian
lay gaping for breath, naked as he lay on his back on Noir’s bed.
The
fire was the only light they could see by and it was enough.
He
gasped again as Noir licked over the sensitive scar on his chest, it
was almost like an apology for putting it there.
Long
black hair tickled over the rest of his chest and he squirmed as it
brushed over his right nipple. He reached up and laced his fingers
through the silky strands, giving himself something other than the
bed sheets to cling on to as he writhed in ecstasy.
He
tugged at the hair, trying to bring Noir’s lips back up to his
own, and without protest green eyes sparkled down at him with a
smile.
Then
their lips touched and like on the sofa downstairs, little electric
socks shot down his spine as Noir’s tong caressed his lips then
pushed it’s way inside to meet his own where they fought together.
Noir
tasted of cigars with an undertone of sugary icing and it was the
most wonderful thing, he hadn’t noticed that one of Noir’s hands
had made it’s way down to his groin and he threw his head back
crying out as warm fingers wrapped around his length.
He
panted as those fingers worked him into a state where his back
arched off the bed. His own hands clutching to Noir’s shoulders
for support, needing to feel the other man close to him as he was
driven to the point of pleasure where he found his release all too
quickly.
He had
cried out when he had come, and once he had his senses back under
his control he began to apologies profusely. Cursing himself
bitterly.
But
when he looked up at Noir’s face above him, the other was just
grinning.
“I
take it you like that?” he asked, his voice low and gravely,
making Florian’s nerves tingle but it didn’t stop the blushing
in his cheeks.
He
still nodded dumbly to Noir’s question, “I’m sorry.”
Noir
shook his head then bent to kiss him again. “Silly” He said as
he clamed his lips again, but it wasn’t long before he broke away
and started nibbling down his jaw and then the column of his throat.
All the time his hands caressing, pinching and stocking.
Florian
returned the favor, reaching and caressing everything he could
reach, until he found his fingers curling around Noir’s own
length. But the other pulled away as he bit a warning to Florian’s
collarbone not to do it again.
Florian
was confused for a moment until all worries left him as one of
Noir’s hands reached between his thighs, fingers tickled over
white sensitive flesh, each stroke creeping closer every time.
The
hand then lifted his knee until finally Noir moved down his body,
nipping at his hip as he passed, moving himself between his thighs.
Florian
moaned Noir’s name as the younger man licked and nipped a line
from inside his knee all the way down to his opening, were he
proceeded to push Florian’s hips off the bed so he could gain
better access.
Florian
couldn’t help crying out in ecstasy and embarrassment as Noir
ignored him and carried on with what he was doing, all the time his
fingers played over nerves that screamed out with each stroke.
He
started begging Noir to stop, he couldn’t take much more before he
came again.
This
time Noir listened to his mules of protest and moved himself further
up his body.
“Did
you like that?” Noir teased, reaching out and taking one of
Florian’s hands, suckled on his index finger, making it moist
before pulling it between Florian’s own legs. “Push it
inside.” He instructed as he took one of Florian’s lobes between
his teeth.
Florian
whimpered as Noir guided his own digit inside the tight hole,
pushing it tenderly in and out, then without warning Noir forced his
own finger inside with his own and he couldn’t hold in the sob as
he leaned into Noir’s chest, tears streaming from his eyes in
pleasure and pain.
“Stop…
stop teasing, Please!” He panted pulling his hand free as he
clutched handfuls of long black hair and pulling Noir’s mouth to
his own.
Noir
pulled away chuckling, “I thought I had hurt you enough.” He
muttered into his ear as he ran his free hand up over the whip scars
on his back as his other fingers went back to stretching him.
Florian
was left to crying out unintelligibly as Noir finally removed his
fingers. Then positioned
himself above him.
“Are
you ready.” Noir was also breathless now.
Florian
just managed to nod as Noir entered him, pushing all the way in.
Florian
threw his head back as he again cried out, Noir was too big, he felt
like he was being split in two then Noir touched something inside
him and a bolt of lightening torched it’s way up his spine. He
griped the sheets in tight fists, arching off the bed.
Noir
leaned down and rained kisses down on his chin and neck muttering
apologies.
Florian
got over his initial shock managing to free one of his hands and
stroke Noir’s hair.
“It’s
all right!” he breathed out, “It’s all right…”
“I’m
hurting you…” Noir said into his chest.
Florian
chuckled, his skin still tingling from the shock that had thundered
through his body. “If your hurting me, then you can do it
again.”
Noir’s
green eyes looked down at him then grinned as he moved once again
inside him to the same reaction as before, only this time the pain
was less and the pleasure quickly turned to ecstasy.
They
were joined together in this intimate way and though his body was
rocked with bliss he felt something healing, something that hadn’t
been right in him for such a long time.
He felt
a hand on his cheek.
“Look
at me,” Noir’s voice panted as he moved. “Open your eyes.”
Florian
didn’t protest as he looked up into the green eyes of his lover,
and smiled though his pants, reaching up to caress olive skinned
cheeks, pushing falling strands of hair so his view of those eyes
was clear.
They
didn’t brake eye contact as the pace increased.
Florian
dug his heals into Noir back as he tried to hold out a little bit
longer, but there was only so much a body could take.
He bit
his bottom lip and couldn’t help but close his eyes forcing his
head back onto the bed, he felt Noir’s lips at the base of his
neck, the contact was to much for him to bare and he came for a
second time that nigh, screaming out Noir’s name as he felt teeth
bite hard into his soft flesh making his scream even louder.
Noir
lay atop Florian as he tried to get his breath back. His lips tasted
of metallic salt as he remembered what he had done in his height of
his passion. He turned his head to still see his bloody teeth marks
marring the pail flesh.
He
leaned in and began lapping tenderly at the wound, he felt a touch
of guilt at hurting his friend, but it was soon lost as a smug pride
filled him.
Florian
was now his, and he would carry the mark to prove it.
He
stopped when Florian stirred beneath him.
“That
hurt you fool” he muttered, but there was no bitterness in it.
Noir
chuckled as he pulled him self free with a mutter of protest from
beneath him.
Noir
looked down at the sticky mess they had made and grinned, they
should have a bath, but the thought of getting some one up from a
drunken sleep would be more trouble than it was worth, and he was
sure Florian’s sensibilities would not cope with someone bursting
in on them.
He
disentangled himself from his lover, and paused at the thought.
Lover, they were now official lovers, unless this was just a
birthday treat from the blond. But all worries were pushed aside as
he looked into Florian’s exhausted face, his cheeks still flushed
and his face creased in concern as one hand clutched his arm.
“I’m
just going to get the wash cloth. Unless you want to go to sleep
messy?”
Florian
shoved him away playfully.
Florian
woke up with someone pressing a finger down on his nose.
He
brushed it away with annoyance as he sat up. “What the hell!” he
stormed before grinning green eyes were inches away from his own.
“Good
morning Darling!” Noir said happily.
Florian
found himself blinking for a moment as he looked at his surrounding,
and realized he was in Noir’s room.
So the
soreness of his privet parts had an explanation as he looked back at
the cause of it all.
“I
have something for you…” Noir said softly as he leaned in and
pressed a chaste kiss to Florian’s lips then took his left hand in
his hands. “Close your eyes…” he purred.
Florian
remained mute, as with a frown he did as he was told.
He sat
biting his lip when he felt something being slipped into his ring
finger. With a gasp he pulled his hand away and looked down at the
back of his hand.
A band
of silver now rested above his knuckle, two bright green emeralds
winked up at him with the white light that streamed in through the
window.
He
brought his other hand to his lips and he gaped open mouthed down at
the ring. At first a flash of poisoned anger emptied into his guts,
thinking that maybe this was another way to put a claim on him.
“There’s
something else…” Noir’s strangely soft voice cut into his
freighted musing.
“Wh…?”
He managed as Noir handed him a small black box.
“I
thought you might like to give that to me?” Florian heard the
tremble in Noir’s voice that made him look up.
He had
never before seen such a soft expression on the younger man’s
face.
He
quickly looked back at the box as he opened its lid. Inside was a
ring that matched the one on his own hand. Only this one had two
amethysts set into it, the shade of his own eyes.
He
couldn’t help the tears that streamed down his cheeks as he took
Noir’s left hand and slipped the ring on his finger then looked
back into his eyes.
“Forever…”
He whispered.
Noir
just smiled as he took his face in his hands. “Forever…”
Epilogue.
Laila
put the snow filled cloth to her forehead again. Everyone else that
sat around the kitchen table was doing the same.
“Never
again…” one of the men groaned as he knocked over his chair in
his rush to get out of the back door.
Everyone
winced as they heard him emptying what was left in his stomach.
“Anyone
feeling hungry?” Steffan asked as he opened the door to the
pantry.
Everyone
just stared at him with loathing, the last thing on their minds at
this moment was food, even Noel looked a bit green about the gills.
“Some
tea might be bearable…” Laila muttered… then every one paused
as a lust filled scream came from 2 floors away. And they all
groaned again.
Laila
stood up with a sigh, “I’ll get the rest of the brandy.” She
left the kitchen with a muttering of agreement.
The end
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