Ours [Part 3]

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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka had known what to expect with a supposedly 'mad scientist' on the run; Frankenstein's many 'guests' were something else entirely he had to figure out.
Contains: Muzaka/Frankenstein/Dark Spear
Notes: Frankenstein grabbed Dark Spear but ran into Muzaka instead au.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 2,215
Total word count: 5,900
Status: Complete



Frankenstein hadn't gone to bed. If Frankenstein didn't go to sleep with him, then he was usually in bed if Muzaka woke up in the middle of the night.

But he wasn't.

Muzaka looked over at the sound of scribbling, and Frankenstein was curled over his journal by the fire.

"Oi, Frankenstein," Muzaka said muzzily.

The scratching stopped. "Yes?"

Muzaka furrowed his brow. Hng... That was a different reaction than he expected - Frankenstein usually realised how late it was when he called out to him.

"What is it?" Muzaka asked, getting up.

Frankenstein's shoulders hunched. "Nothing."

"Uh huh." Muzaka sat down next to Frankenstein. "What's wrong?"

Frankenstein's writing slowed as he stared at the fire. "You said that Dark Spear could leave my body to some degree while I slept."

"Yeah?" Was Frankenstein worried about them eating him again?

"If when I'm sleeping is when I have the least amount of control..."

Ah. "You think they'll kick you out again?"

"Yes."

"Hnn." Muzaka mulled it over, as he listened to the crackle of the fire. "Do they feel like they want to take control again?"

"That's exactly the thing," Frankenstein said, frowning. "I couldn't tell they were waiting to take over; their emotions tend to be very...loud and obvious. That time they weren't. They haven't tried again since but..."

There was a chance. Muzaka draped an arm over Frankenstein's shoulder, pulling him close. "All right, but what's gonna happen to your control when you're exhausted and can't think straight?"

"Yes, but..."

The fact Frankenstein wasn't able to give him an answer straight away was telling enough. "As enhanced as you are, you still need sleep and rest. You can't do anything about that." He paused. "Can you?" He was sure if Frankenstein could, he would have already.

It got a chuckle out of Frankenstein. "I potentially could, but there's still a limit, yes..."

"So whatever happens, you'll need to sleep."

Frankenstein exhaled softly, but didn't reply, staring at the fire again.

"And I'm here, so if anythin' happens, I'll get you back."

At that, Frankenstein smiled a little. "I know you would."

"Good." Muzaka kissed Frankenstein's cheek. "Time to go sleep now, yeah?"

Frankenstein closed his journal with a snap, and nodded.

Frankenstein was asleep almost as soon as he lay down. Muzaka kept an eye on him for a couple minutes, making sure nothing seemed to be happening.

Nothing did, so Muzaka lay an arm over Frankenstein, and drifted off to sleep.

* * *
The next morning, Muzaka saw Frankenstein by the fire when he returned from gathering wood. "Feel better?"

"Much," Frankenstein said, preparing breakfast. "Thank you."

"No problem. They try anythin'?" Muzaka asked as he set the wood down to dry.

"As far as I'm aware, no. That could be because they were sated with the honey however," Frankenstein said, frowning.

"Then we just keep giving them honey to keep 'em happy then? Or more food, for a more balanced diet." Since Frankenstein seemed concerned about that a lot.

"Hm." Frankenstein's eyes drifted towards his journal and that must have sparked another idea. Keeping his mind busy seemed better than Frankenstein dwelling on worry.

* * *
Muzaka looked up when he heard Frankenstein entering their camp. His smile froze, seeing Frankenstein's eyes were black again. Dark Spear was holding a bunch of plants in their hands, which they tossed next to Frankenstein's journals. Muzaka smelled Frankenstein's blood, and he saw blood trailing from under their hair down their neck. Dark Spear wasn't even trying to hide they were in control...?

Grumbling under their breath, they squinted at what Muzaka was making for dinner.

"Dark Spear?" Muzaka said as Dark Spear ladled some food onto a plate.

"Frankenstein almost fell down a mountain," Dark Spear muttered, "trying to collect more flowers." They sat down and started inhaling dinner. "Lost consciousness, so we brought him back."

"He's still unconscious?"

Dark Spear nodded. "He doesn't even need them," they grumbled. "He's looking for medicine to paralyse, but these ones dull the mind." They nodded towards the flowers. "The leaves aren't big enough."

"...Oh." Muzaka mulled over what Dark Spear said. "But what's he wantin' to paralyse?" For whenever they were found?

Dark Spear huffed. "Us."

To paralyse...? In case he lost control of Dark Spear. And by doing that, he did exactly what he feared.

"So what now?" Muzaka said, as Dark Spear finished their meal.

"Now we sleep," Dark Spear said, curling up next to the fire. "Frankenstein can keep his body - pain is a nuisance."

Oh, that worked out.

Dark Spear was asleep instantly and Muzaka kept an eye on them. He took the pot off the fire, and went to gather some water. While he waited for Frankenstein to wake up, he could check on the head wound and clean it up.

* * *
Frankenstein was already moving by the time Muzaka returned, though he seemed too sluggish for Muzaka's liking.

"Frankenstein?" Muzaka said, setting the bowl next to his head, placing a hand on his shoulder as he sat in front of Frankenstein. "Lie still." Even with the healing werewolf warriors had, head injuries were the ones that affected them the most. For humans...he had no idea how bad it could be for them.

"Where...? Muzak-?" Frankenstein slurred, trying to look at him.

"Yeah, it's me. I'm just gonna clean you up, okay?"

Frankenstein settled down a little, blinking at him. "What hap-?"

Damn. "You don't remember?"

Frankenstein was quiet as Muzaka washed his wound. It seemed like it had already healed over, only leaving dried blood behind.

"I remember...slipping," Frankenstein said. "Losing my footing." He exhaled as Muzaka washed him with the cool water. "You found me?"

"No," Muzaka said, checking again, now that the blood was gone. "Dark Spear brought you back."

Frankenstein stilled. "Dark Spear?"

He nodded, cleaning the cloth. "They ate and then went to sleep."

"That was it...?" Frankenstein said, his voice faint.

He thought about it for a second. "They said you're looking for the wrong plant too, and you can keep your body."

Frankenstein stared at him. "They don't want it anymore?"

"I think the pain put them off."

At Muzaka's words, surprise flashed across Frankenstein's face and he spluttered a short laugh. "No, I'm not laughing at that," he said, shaking his head. "Dark Spear said being hungry and tired was annoying as well." He chuckled softly again. "I suppose not having a physical body has its uses."

Frankenstein yawned, his eyes fluttering. "Mmn. I'll try resting some more. That should help with the headache."

"All right," Muzaka said, patting Frankenstein's shoulder.

Hopefully now that Frankenstein knew Dark Spear wasn't going to run off with his body, he would sleep better.

* * *
"You didn't need to stay up," Frankenstein said, watching the flickering campfire as he ate. It had been a few hours since Dark Spear had brought Frankenstein back and Frankenstein seemed a lot better than he had been.

"I wanted to," Muzaka said, leaning back on his hands, his legs stretched out in front of him. "I wanted ta make sure you were okay."

Frankenstein smiled softly at him. "Thank you."

"Dark Spear doesn't seem like they want to kill ya anymore." That had to help with Frankenstein's nightmares. "Dunno why though." Was it because they were feeding Dark Spear regularly now?

Frankenstein sighed as he held a piece of dripping honeycomb towards his wrist; Dark Spear grabbed it and the droplet before it hit the ground. "I think it's because of you."

Muzaka's eyes widened. "Eh?" What did he do? He'd barely talked to Dark Spear the entire time he'd been with Frankenstein. "Me?"

Frankenstein nodded. "They've became much calmer since I've been with you."

Huh, really?

"And..." Frankenstein said, between eating his dinner, "I think my feelings for you might have influenced them as well."

"You think so?" Muzaka said.

Frankenstein raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't?"

Muzaka shrugged. "Have you influenced them in anything else?" From what Muzaka knew, it didn't seem like it.

"...No," Frankenstein admitted.

"Then it might not have been you, and just..." Wait.

Frankenstein laughed softly. "Well, I can understand why they would fall for you."

Muzaka grinned, throwing an arm around Frankenstein's shoulders, nuzzling Frankenstein's head, warmth filling him more than the fire was. "I'm just that loveable, heh."

"Quite."

They enjoyed the quiet as Frankenstein finished his meal.

"I am very lucky," Frankenstein murmured, "to have found someone who not only likes me despite all the rumours surrounding my character, but also accepts the collection of souls that live inside my head."

Muzaka smiled, tightening his hug. "You don't seem to mind a cast out werewolf Lord, so I think we're even."

Frankenstein leaned against him with a sigh.

* * *
Muzaka hummed as he brought the fish back to camp. He'd seen a couple deer, but they were too big for him and Frankenstein to finish if they were going to move on soon. Maybe there was something else they could try?

Frankenstein was poking at the fire when Muzaka returned and... Hm.

He could smell the faint scent of blood, but not as strong as it could have been.

Frankenstein(?) watched Muzaka, amusement in his eyes. "You can't tell?"

Well now Muzaka knew it was a test, and he paid more attention to the person in front of him. There had been a hint of an echo in the person's words, but... The way the person was looking at him was definitely Frankenstein. So that had to mean... "You're sharing?"

At that, they laughed. "I made a small bet with Dark Spear." Oh, then it was Frankenstein in control. "They said you would be able to tell; I...wasn't so sure."

"I thought they didn't want to be in control?"

Frankenstein smiled at that, chuckling. "They're not in control. This way, they gain the benefits of having a body, without the experiences being so immediate."

They could feel, but not too much that it was overwhelming. Huh, sounded like a good compromise.

"Mmn, they do have more knowledge than me in certain areas," Frankenstein admitted. "And they see things I miss. I just...need to learn to listen to them more." He shook his head. "But that wasn't what this test was about, though it was nice to see you can tell who's in control."

"Yeah?"

"We want..." Frankenstein said, looking down at his palms for a second before looking at him again, "to test this. To see what it's like to fight like this."

Muzaka perked up, grinning. "You wanna spar?"

Frankenstein's smile widened. It was a touch sharper than usual, showing more teeth. "Yes."

* * *
Muzaka slammed Frankenstein against a tree, wood splintering at the impact. He growled, Frankenstein's claws in his gut, Dark Spear at his neck, its flickering blade pressing against his skin. It curled against his jaw like a caress, rather than cutting him.

"Ha... Hah..." Frankenstein wheezed, letting go of Dark Spear, leaning back as he removed his claws as well.

"That was...amazing," Muzaka growled, pressing in for a kiss.

Frankenstein groaned, wrapping his arms around him.

Muzaka lay his forehead on Frankenstein's after they were done, just breathing in Frankenstein's scent. Dark Spear's blood smell was gone completely, so Frankenstein had to be the one fully in control now.

"So...you prefer a spar like that?" Frankenstein said, tracing his fingers down Muzaka's spine.

Muzaka arched his back at the touch, inhaling. "Heh, yeah. Yer not holding back anymore." Frankenstein was so much stronger like with, less hesitant. And with Dark Spear, there was a lot more to react to.

Frankenstein chuckled, giving him a quick kiss. "I'm glad you approve. There's still a lot we need to get used to."

Muzaka nodded. There had been times where Frankenstein's movements were uncoordinated, like he was trying to turn one way while his limbs wanted to do something else. It was probably when Frankenstein didn't agree with Dark Spear. "I'll help ya."

Frankenstein sighed, still smiling. "I never doubted you would."

* * *
Muzaka hummed as he prepared dinner, Frankenstein making notes by the fire. He was almost done when Frankenstein got up.

Muzaka paused when Frankenstein wrapped his arms around Muzaka's shoulders from behind. That was already a big hint, and he wasn't surprised at a kiss pressed to his shoulder.

"Hey, Dark Spear." He hadn't seen Frankenstein yawning or wavering while he wrote, but maybe the spar had taken more out of him than Muzaka realised.

"Ours," Dark Spear purred, nibbling at his shoulder, moving up his neck. "And both of us."

...Oh. Navigating a relationship with two entities in one body was one thing, but Muzaka hadn't even considered Dark Spear would be interested in things further than kissing, if they didn't like fully inhabiting a body.

But that had been when Frankenstein had been in pain and hungry.

Pleasure was something else.

Muzaka turned around, meeting Dark Spear as they kissed him, threading his fingers through their hair.

It would be fun discovering what Dark Spear liked and how their intimate moments between the three of them would go now.

Muzaka couldn't wait to find out.