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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka laughed as he and Frankenstein ran down the street, Frankenstein with his jacket raised above his head to protect it from the torrential downpour.
Notes: 'Muzaka never left' verse.
Had an awesome thunderstorm. :D
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 522
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka laughed as he and Frankenstein ran down the street, Frankenstein with his jacket raised above his head to protect it from the torrential downpour.
"I knew I should have checked the weather this morning," Frankenstein grumbled, hard to hear over the roll of thunder that seemed to come from right above their heads.
"The storm was predicted for tonight," Muzaka said, grinning, soaked from head to toe, his own jacket thrown over his shoulder. It had been too damn hot before the rain started and this was just perfect to cool down.
"Squeeze out the excess before you go in," Frankenstein said as he opened their front door. He paused, looking at Muzaka over his shoulder. "Unless you want to go for a run?"
Muzaka watched the sky flash multiple times, almost replying to the thunder with his own growl.
"Just make sure you stay below the highest point around you, all right?"
"Hrrr, all right," Muzaka said, tossing Frankenstein his jacket. As soon as he heard the slap of Frankenstein catching it, he was off, the driving rain flicking against his face as he fought to make sure he didn't slide over the slick pavement.
The streets were much quieter, most people driven to shelter a while ago and Muzaka bounced up to the rooftops, grinning wildly as he was surrounded by the sound of pouring rain and thunder.
From his new vantage point, he had a much clearer view of the sky lighting up, the thunder so loud he could feel it throughout his entire body.
He let out a whoop, letting his feet take him wherever they wanted. After days of the stifling heat and barely wanting to move, this felt amazing.
* * *
Muzaka's grin was so wide when he got home that his cheeks hurt. The storm had abated after a few hours, but it had been fun while it lasted.
He squeezed off what excess water he could before opening the door, blinking a little at the change in the lighting.
"I'm home!" he called out, his grin softening into a smile when he saw the folded towels waiting for him, a change of clothes next to them.
He wasn't really expecting a reply (what time was it anyway?) but he perked up, hearing someone approach.
"Welcome back," Frankenstein said, a cup of tea in his hand. "Have fun?" He was wearing his glasses, so he must have been reading something.
"Yeah!" Muzaka said as he started drying his hair.
He heard Frankenstein set his cup down and paused when Frankenstein touched his elbow, before moving onto his shirt. "This should come off first."
"Sure." Muzaka made sure to not accidentally elbow Frankenstein in the face as he undid Muzaka's buttons.
After the third one, Frankenstein leaned in and kissed him.
Muzaka rumbled, his hands slowing down as he concentrated on the feel of his lips against Frankenstein's.
"So where did you go?" Frankenstein asked once he leaned back again, deft fingers already almost done with Muzaka's shirt.
"Everywhere," Muzaka said with a laugh, thinking over what to tell Frankenstein first.
Summary: Muzaka laughed as he and Frankenstein ran down the street, Frankenstein with his jacket raised above his head to protect it from the torrential downpour.
Notes: 'Muzaka never left' verse.
Had an awesome thunderstorm. :D
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 522
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka laughed as he and Frankenstein ran down the street, Frankenstein with his jacket raised above his head to protect it from the torrential downpour.
"I knew I should have checked the weather this morning," Frankenstein grumbled, hard to hear over the roll of thunder that seemed to come from right above their heads.
"The storm was predicted for tonight," Muzaka said, grinning, soaked from head to toe, his own jacket thrown over his shoulder. It had been too damn hot before the rain started and this was just perfect to cool down.
"Squeeze out the excess before you go in," Frankenstein said as he opened their front door. He paused, looking at Muzaka over his shoulder. "Unless you want to go for a run?"
Muzaka watched the sky flash multiple times, almost replying to the thunder with his own growl.
"Just make sure you stay below the highest point around you, all right?"
"Hrrr, all right," Muzaka said, tossing Frankenstein his jacket. As soon as he heard the slap of Frankenstein catching it, he was off, the driving rain flicking against his face as he fought to make sure he didn't slide over the slick pavement.
The streets were much quieter, most people driven to shelter a while ago and Muzaka bounced up to the rooftops, grinning wildly as he was surrounded by the sound of pouring rain and thunder.
From his new vantage point, he had a much clearer view of the sky lighting up, the thunder so loud he could feel it throughout his entire body.
He let out a whoop, letting his feet take him wherever they wanted. After days of the stifling heat and barely wanting to move, this felt amazing.
Muzaka's grin was so wide when he got home that his cheeks hurt. The storm had abated after a few hours, but it had been fun while it lasted.
He squeezed off what excess water he could before opening the door, blinking a little at the change in the lighting.
"I'm home!" he called out, his grin softening into a smile when he saw the folded towels waiting for him, a change of clothes next to them.
He wasn't really expecting a reply (what time was it anyway?) but he perked up, hearing someone approach.
"Welcome back," Frankenstein said, a cup of tea in his hand. "Have fun?" He was wearing his glasses, so he must have been reading something.
"Yeah!" Muzaka said as he started drying his hair.
He heard Frankenstein set his cup down and paused when Frankenstein touched his elbow, before moving onto his shirt. "This should come off first."
"Sure." Muzaka made sure to not accidentally elbow Frankenstein in the face as he undid Muzaka's buttons.
After the third one, Frankenstein leaned in and kissed him.
Muzaka rumbled, his hands slowing down as he concentrated on the feel of his lips against Frankenstein's.
"So where did you go?" Frankenstein asked once he leaned back again, deft fingers already almost done with Muzaka's shirt.
"Everywhere," Muzaka said with a laugh, thinking over what to tell Frankenstein first.