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esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-01-06 11:05 am
esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-01-06 11:05 am
Navigate [Part 3]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Kentas found himself back in time to when M-21 first joined the household. Navigating his own feelings of his own M-21 with the M-21 of the past is going to take some time...
Notes: Kentas travels back in time AU
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 565
Total word count: 1,665
Status: Work in progress
M-21 was starting to recognise to the sound of Kentas’ paws: they had a distinctive heavy thump that could be felt throughout the house when he moved faster than a walk. And it turned out the werewolf really didn’t remember anything while he was instinctual (M-21 had made up a few stories of what Kentas had done and all he got in return was a ‘Huh, was that what I did?’).
The bubble Kentas hovered over when he was instinctual got smaller each time, until M-21 and M-24 had a breathing footrest the last time.
So M-21 kept watching the TV as he heard the door open behind him, expecting to see Kentas’ bu-
“Urk!”
“‘21!”
M-21 was hoisted up into the air and he snapped his arms up, wrapping them around Kentas’ snout to make sure he wasn’t fucking strangled as the werewolf carried him through the house like a fucking puppy.
“Hey!”
He got a low growl in return, nothing with actual warning, as Kentas bounded up the flight of stairs in one leap.
Where was he taking him? Outside? There had been a window right next to them so why-?
Kentas carried him to his own room and dumped M-21 on his bed. M-21 scowled at him, making a show of straightening his clothes even though Kentas wouldn’t remember. (…There weren’t any holes in his collar? Had Kentas just carried him using his lips?)
Kentas turned to leave and M-21 was sure if he hadn’t ducked, he would have been thrown into the wall by his tail.
‘24 was at the door and Kentas leaped at him.
“No carrying,” M-24 said before Kentas reached him, and Kentas made a sound between a growl and a whine.
With a huff, Kentas squeezed behind ‘24 and nudged him towards the bed by pushing M-24 with his forehead.
“What are you doing?” M-21 hissed as ‘24 climbed onto bed.
“Making sure you’re not alone. I think,” M-24 said, watching Kentas step up and curled up around them, trapping them under his limbs, “he was wanting both of us anyway.”
“Yeah? For wh - mmf!” M-21 grimaced as a hot, wet tongue slid over his hair. “Are you fucking-” Another lick. “-serious?“
M-21′s head plastered with saliva, Kentas turned his attention to M-24, pressing his nose to M-24′s head before licking it.
Kentas’ tail thumped a slow beat against the bed as he continued cleaning the hell out them.
They were being groomed. By a werewolf that could kill them with one flick of a hand. Each movement was gentle though, not harder than it needed to be. There was a croon in Kentas’ throat that M-21 could feel was calming him down no matter how much he fought against it.
He couldn’t… If he relaxed, if he let his guard down, there were so many chances he would miss something and he and M-24 would end up dead.
But the croon was a promise, just like the solid body he was pressed up against. He was safe here. Protected.
M-21 let out a shuddering breath when Kentas started licking him again, teetering between self-preservation and the chance of finally, finally being somewhere where he didn’t have to constantly look over his shoulder, ‘24′s hand grasping his own.
This was the weirdest fucking situation he’d ever found himself in but…M-21 didn’t want to leave it either.
Summary: Kentas found himself back in time to when M-21 first joined the household. Navigating his own feelings of his own M-21 with the M-21 of the past is going to take some time...
Notes: Kentas travels back in time AU
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 565
Total word count: 1,665
Status: Work in progress
M-21 was starting to recognise to the sound of Kentas’ paws: they had a distinctive heavy thump that could be felt throughout the house when he moved faster than a walk. And it turned out the werewolf really didn’t remember anything while he was instinctual (M-21 had made up a few stories of what Kentas had done and all he got in return was a ‘Huh, was that what I did?’).
The bubble Kentas hovered over when he was instinctual got smaller each time, until M-21 and M-24 had a breathing footrest the last time.
So M-21 kept watching the TV as he heard the door open behind him, expecting to see Kentas’ bu-
“Urk!”
“‘21!”
M-21 was hoisted up into the air and he snapped his arms up, wrapping them around Kentas’ snout to make sure he wasn’t fucking strangled as the werewolf carried him through the house like a fucking puppy.
“Hey!”
He got a low growl in return, nothing with actual warning, as Kentas bounded up the flight of stairs in one leap.
Where was he taking him? Outside? There had been a window right next to them so why-?
Kentas carried him to his own room and dumped M-21 on his bed. M-21 scowled at him, making a show of straightening his clothes even though Kentas wouldn’t remember. (…There weren’t any holes in his collar? Had Kentas just carried him using his lips?)
Kentas turned to leave and M-21 was sure if he hadn’t ducked, he would have been thrown into the wall by his tail.
‘24 was at the door and Kentas leaped at him.
“No carrying,” M-24 said before Kentas reached him, and Kentas made a sound between a growl and a whine.
With a huff, Kentas squeezed behind ‘24 and nudged him towards the bed by pushing M-24 with his forehead.
“What are you doing?” M-21 hissed as ‘24 climbed onto bed.
“Making sure you’re not alone. I think,” M-24 said, watching Kentas step up and curled up around them, trapping them under his limbs, “he was wanting both of us anyway.”
“Yeah? For wh - mmf!” M-21 grimaced as a hot, wet tongue slid over his hair. “Are you fucking-” Another lick. “-serious?“
M-21′s head plastered with saliva, Kentas turned his attention to M-24, pressing his nose to M-24′s head before licking it.
Kentas’ tail thumped a slow beat against the bed as he continued cleaning the hell out them.
They were being groomed. By a werewolf that could kill them with one flick of a hand. Each movement was gentle though, not harder than it needed to be. There was a croon in Kentas’ throat that M-21 could feel was calming him down no matter how much he fought against it.
He couldn’t… If he relaxed, if he let his guard down, there were so many chances he would miss something and he and M-24 would end up dead.
But the croon was a promise, just like the solid body he was pressed up against. He was safe here. Protected.
M-21 let out a shuddering breath when Kentas started licking him again, teetering between self-preservation and the chance of finally, finally being somewhere where he didn’t have to constantly look over his shoulder, ‘24′s hand grasping his own.
This was the weirdest fucking situation he’d ever found himself in but…M-21 didn’t want to leave it either.