Hair of Gold [Part 2]
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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka has to think quick to not be discovered while trailing someone.
Contains: Muzaka/Frankenstein
Notes: Noir AU
Wrote this a while back, just trying to get a handle of their characters and seeing if anything else would come from planning. An overall plan still hasn't sorted itself out, so I'll just post it.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 338
Total word count: 1,109
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka narrowed his eyes, seeing Osbern slow, checking over his shoulder a second time. He and Frankenstein were too far from any alleys to duck into, and there were no nearby groups they could hide behind.
No time to explain - he had to be quick.
Muzaka grabbed Frankenstein by the lapel, tugging him close, and kissed him. He got a soft sound of surprise, and he used that to place a hand at the small of Frankenstein's back, the other threading through Frankenstein's hair. Just enough to keep him in place in case Frankenstein tried to step back.
Frankenstein didn't try to do that, relaxing bit by bit as each second passed, and Muzaka smiled as he heard Frankenstein hum, pressing into him.
When one of Muzaka's hands went lower and squeezed, Frankenstein's breathing stuttered, one arm wrapping around Muzaka's shoulders.
Muzaka glanced out the corner of his eye, and Osbern's back was to them again. He leaned back, and Frankenstein looked a little dazed, his cheeks flushed.
Muzaka's smile widened into a grin. He looked good like that.
Frankenstein exhaled, narrowing his eyes at him as Muzaka took a step back. "And what was that?"
Muzaka tilted his head in Osbern's direction. "He was getting suspicious, so we needed to do something to throw him off the trail."
Frankenstein raised an eyebrow. "And for that, the dip and wandering hands were also necessary?"
Muzaka cleared his throat sheepishly. "It, uh, needed to look authentic?" That was partially true.
"I see." Frankenstein straightened his clothes, running a hand through his hair before he started in the direction of Osbern again, keeping closer to the walls.
Muzaka watched him for a second, just taking in the shape of him and remembering how Frankenstein had felt before hurrying to follow.
"Next time," Frankenstein said as he caught up, "keep your hands above the belt."
Muzaka stared at him for a second and then let out a short laugh. "Got it." Next time, huh? Muzaka couldn't wait until then.
Summary: Muzaka has to think quick to not be discovered while trailing someone.
Contains: Muzaka/Frankenstein
Notes: Noir AU
Wrote this a while back, just trying to get a handle of their characters and seeing if anything else would come from planning. An overall plan still hasn't sorted itself out, so I'll just post it.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 338
Total word count: 1,109
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka narrowed his eyes, seeing Osbern slow, checking over his shoulder a second time. He and Frankenstein were too far from any alleys to duck into, and there were no nearby groups they could hide behind.
No time to explain - he had to be quick.
Muzaka grabbed Frankenstein by the lapel, tugging him close, and kissed him. He got a soft sound of surprise, and he used that to place a hand at the small of Frankenstein's back, the other threading through Frankenstein's hair. Just enough to keep him in place in case Frankenstein tried to step back.
Frankenstein didn't try to do that, relaxing bit by bit as each second passed, and Muzaka smiled as he heard Frankenstein hum, pressing into him.
When one of Muzaka's hands went lower and squeezed, Frankenstein's breathing stuttered, one arm wrapping around Muzaka's shoulders.
Muzaka glanced out the corner of his eye, and Osbern's back was to them again. He leaned back, and Frankenstein looked a little dazed, his cheeks flushed.
Muzaka's smile widened into a grin. He looked good like that.
Frankenstein exhaled, narrowing his eyes at him as Muzaka took a step back. "And what was that?"
Muzaka tilted his head in Osbern's direction. "He was getting suspicious, so we needed to do something to throw him off the trail."
Frankenstein raised an eyebrow. "And for that, the dip and wandering hands were also necessary?"
Muzaka cleared his throat sheepishly. "It, uh, needed to look authentic?" That was partially true.
"I see." Frankenstein straightened his clothes, running a hand through his hair before he started in the direction of Osbern again, keeping closer to the walls.
Muzaka watched him for a second, just taking in the shape of him and remembering how Frankenstein had felt before hurrying to follow.
"Next time," Frankenstein said as he caught up, "keep your hands above the belt."
Muzaka stared at him for a second and then let out a short laugh. "Got it." Next time, huh? Muzaka couldn't wait until then.