Hair of Gold [Part 4]
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Wolfe needs patched up. Things lead on from there...
Contains: Frankenstein/Muzaka, hand job.
Notes: Noir AU
Rating: R
Genre: General
Word count: 1,742
Total word count: 4,427
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein and Wolfe stumbled into Wolfe's office, Frankenstein kicking the door closed behind them. They didn't seem like they'd had any pursuers as they'd escaped, though Frankenstein wasn't as experienced in that area. Not with Wolfe distracted as he was with the bullet wound in his shoulder. Frankenstein had managed a shapeshift bandage with his tie, but it had already outlived its usefulness, blood seeping to Wolfe's suit, staining it dark.
"Why did you do that?" Frankenstein hissed as he set Wolfe down on his sofa.
Wolfe grunted, leaning back. He grinned at him, but it was strained, not able to hide the pain he was in. "Can't get paid...if you're dead, can I?" His words were said past gritted teeth, his breathing quick and shallow.
"And you can't collect if you're dead, either!" Frankenstein snapped. The blood was still spreading across Wolfe's suit. "Can you remove your clothing, and do you have anything that resembles a first aid kit here?" He never knew what Wolfe would or wouldn't have that Frankenstein assumed would be a standard possession.
"Yeah. Toilet." Wolfe tilted in the direction of the door as he fumbled with the buttons on his waistcoat. "Don't think...it'll pass yer inspection though, heh."
"So long as there's something in there that's useable, it'll be enough," Frankenstein grumbled as he left.
He found the kit easily enough in the small bathroom and he opened it as he returned. It was well-stocked and well-used in the very least, and...
Frankenstein paused when he lifted his gaze, seeing Wolfe grimacing as he removed his shirt.
His skin was marked with deep slash marks and a multitude of scars.
That would explain the first aid kit: he'd used it a lot.
Frankenstein shook his head and set the kit next to Wolfe as he turned his attention to finding a cloth and a basin. He could ask the stories behind the scars later.
Right now, he had to focus on Wolfe's wound.
*
Wolfe was breathing easier, now that the painkillers were in his system, and Frankenstein cleaned the rest of Wolfe's skin free of sweat and blood.
"Mm, thanks, doc," Wolfe murmured, his head tilted over the back of the sofa.
"Please don't get shot next time, then," Frankenstein said with a sigh, leaning back to put the basin on the table, where it was more stable.
"I dunno," Wolfe said, his eyes open just enough to look at Frankenstein, as his lips curled into a lazy smirk, "if it results in you in my lap, tendin' to my wounds, I wouldn't mind if this happened more often."
"I would prefer less blood," Frankenstein said wryly.
"But you on my lap is on the table?" Wolfe's smirk widened.
"Possibly." Now that the immediate danger had passed, Frankenstein's gaze was drawn to the collection of deep scars dotted around Wolfe's skin. He traced one that cut across from Wolfe's clavicle to the bottom of his ribcage. It was parallel to two other marks. Claw marks? He placed his fingers against the scars, imagining what size his attacker must have been when his fingers had to spread out. "Did you fight a bear?"
"Heh, you'd be surprised what some people keep as an exotic pet or use ta defend themselves." Wolfe collected Frankenstein's hand with his good one, lifting it up and brushing his lips to Frankenstein's knuckles. "You sure you wanna keep exploring? I've got a few that end up below the belt."
Frankenstein arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Should I be worried about your bite as well?"
Wolfe chuckled low. "Only if you want me to."
"I th-" Frankenstein shifted his weight and paused when he brushed up against something hard in Wolfe's trousers, Wolfe sucking in a breath in reaction.
"I didn't think you were one who enjoyed danger and injury this much," Frankenstein said, keeping his eyes to Wolfe's face to preserve his dignity.
"It's not the danger that's got me all excited, Frankenstein," Wolfe said, and maybe his heavy breathing wasn't just from pain. "It's 'cause someone's been sittin' on my lap all this time, touchin' me all over the place."
Wolfe's lap had been the best place to dress his wound and Frankenstein was sure Wolfe knew that. "Oh?" Frankenstein smirked, enjoying the flush that was blooming across Wolfe's cheeks. "Would you rather I stop?"
Wolfe growled, narrowing his gaze at him as he gripped Frankenstein's hand. "Does it look like I want ya to stop?" He rolled his hips, making Frankenstein feel just how hard he was.
"Hmm..." Frankenstein hummed, his own body reacting, blood and heat pooling south. He leaned forward, gliding his free hand over the dips and curves of Wolfe's muscles, not breaking eye contact as he felt Wolfe tremble under his touch.
Wolfe swallowed, his breathing turning a low groan. "I was hopin' you'd go lower."
"And I wanted to explore your scars first."
"Heh." Wolfe let out a big breath. "You want a story with each one?"
"Do you even remember them all?" There were so many of them. Some were obvious, where a valley of skin had been carved out, while others his fingertips barely detected.
"Nah, but I can make up some stories for ya."
"Anything for a distraction, mm?" Frankenstein purred, still tracing his fingertips over Wolfe's skin, winding his way closer to his belt.
"Well," Wolfe said breathlessly, "if all my blood is rushin' to my dick, then at least it isn't gettin' out of my body."
Frankenstein chuckled, slipping a finger under Wolfe's belt, sliding it free of its buckle. "You certainly have a way with words, Mr. Wolfe."
He saw Wolfe swallow. "Would I be as interestin' if I didn't?"
"Hmm." The trouser buttons were freed next. "It's part of your charm." Frankenstein leaned forward, kissing him, hearing him groan.
Wolfe let go of his hand, slipping it underneath Frankenstein's shirt, running his hand up his back, making Frankenstein arch his back a little at the touch.
"Dammit," Wolfe muttered, holding Frankenstein close as he rolled his hips.
They both hissed at the contact but Frankenstein smirked, leaning back just enough to say, "You shouldn't move too much, Mr. Wolfe. You'll hurt yourself more if you do."
"Then stop being a fucking tease, Frankenstein," Wolfe growled, hand still pressing them close.
"But you sound so nice when you're so breathless and desperate," Frankenstein said, trailing soft kisses down Wolfe's neck, feeling his thundering heartbeat there.
"Shoulda known you'd be like this," Wolfe said, swallowing, his hand sweeping around and starting to work on Frankenstein's waistcoat buttons.
"You were expecting anything different?"
Wolfe breathed a soft chuckle at that. "I didn't really expect I'd get to see ya like this." He groaned, arching a little when Frankenstein brought his teeth into the next kiss. "An' you were worried about my bite?"
"Not really." He leaned back again, so he could undo his own buttons. Wolfe had been successful with a few, but it was slow work with one hand.
Wolfe drank in the sight of him as he undressed, eyes never leaving his skin as Frankenstein uncovered more of it.
"I unfortunately don't have any interesting scars for you to ex-" Frankenstein didn't resist when Wolfe wrapped his hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Wolfe tasted the skin at his shoulder, before biting down.
"Mmn," Frankenstein hummed, his fingers tracing down Wolfe's body again. He found one scar at Wolfe's hip that did indeed dip down below the belt.
"You're just gonna make me beg?" Wolfe murmured into his ear making a shiver run up Frankenstein's spine. It was a nice thought.
"Not yet," he promised. It would be rather heartless to do that when Wolfe was injured so. He tugged down Wolfe's trousers, Wolfe exhaling as he was released.
Frankenstein wrapped his hand around Wolfe's dick. Wolfe sucked in a breath and every muscle went taut.
"You act like I'm going to bite it," Frankenstein said, amused, keeping his hand at the head, not moving just yet, feeling the tremble echoing up Wolfe's dick.
"I'm tryna not move too much," Wolfe said, and his breathing was a little too measured, making Frankenstein frown.
"Are you starting to feel pain again?" Were the painkillers not enough, or there was more damage than he thought?
Wolfe shook his head. "For later, once all this this wears off."
Ah, of course. "Then we'd best get this done over quickly."
Wolfe narrowed his eyes at him. "I'd been wanting that from the start."
"So impatient, Mr. Wolfe," Frankenstein said, as he pulled his hand down. Teasing Wolfe was very fun, especially when he was pinned under him.
"Think I've b - ah!" Wolfe sucked in a breath as Frankenstein quickened his pace. Wolfe glared at him for a second, and maybe it was a tad obvious he'd done that to interrupt him, before the feel of Frankenstein's hand on him distracted Wolfe again.
"You're -nng- in trouble when I've got -fuck- both my hands," Wolfe said breathlessly, his hips jerking up to meet Frankenstein's hand each time.
Frankenstein smirked. "I look forward to it." He was being very unfair to Wolfe right now, still dragging out the moment, but he was very much enjoying seeing Wolfe's head tilted back as he panted.
Wolfe guided him closer again, kissing him, and Frankenstein hummed, feeling every little gasp, every little stuttering breath he dragged out from Wolfe's throat.
It wasn't long until Wolfe's movements became more erratic, more desperate, a long groan building at the back of his throat and Frankenstein finally let him at the release he'd sought.
Frankenstein studied him as Wolfe regained his breath, the flushed skin and the sheen of sweat that trickled between muscle and scar alike.
"I must admit," Frankenstein said, Wolfe stirring a little at his voice, "I enjoy seeing you like this, Mr. Wolfe."
Wolfe rumbled, and looked at him, his head still tilted back on the sofa as he lifted a hand to run it through Frankenstein's hair. "Don't ya...think we're close enough for first name basis now, or...does that only happen when I fuck ya?"
There he was again, with his certain way with words.
"Well then," Frankenstein purred, leaning in and kissing him, "you'd best get started, Muzaka."
Muzaka stilled, his eyes widening, and then he grinned, pulling Frankenstein closer.
Summary: Wolfe needs patched up. Things lead on from there...
Contains: Frankenstein/Muzaka, hand job.
Notes: Noir AU
Rating: R
Genre: General
Word count: 1,742
Total word count: 4,427
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein and Wolfe stumbled into Wolfe's office, Frankenstein kicking the door closed behind them. They didn't seem like they'd had any pursuers as they'd escaped, though Frankenstein wasn't as experienced in that area. Not with Wolfe distracted as he was with the bullet wound in his shoulder. Frankenstein had managed a shapeshift bandage with his tie, but it had already outlived its usefulness, blood seeping to Wolfe's suit, staining it dark.
"Why did you do that?" Frankenstein hissed as he set Wolfe down on his sofa.
Wolfe grunted, leaning back. He grinned at him, but it was strained, not able to hide the pain he was in. "Can't get paid...if you're dead, can I?" His words were said past gritted teeth, his breathing quick and shallow.
"And you can't collect if you're dead, either!" Frankenstein snapped. The blood was still spreading across Wolfe's suit. "Can you remove your clothing, and do you have anything that resembles a first aid kit here?" He never knew what Wolfe would or wouldn't have that Frankenstein assumed would be a standard possession.
"Yeah. Toilet." Wolfe tilted in the direction of the door as he fumbled with the buttons on his waistcoat. "Don't think...it'll pass yer inspection though, heh."
"So long as there's something in there that's useable, it'll be enough," Frankenstein grumbled as he left.
He found the kit easily enough in the small bathroom and he opened it as he returned. It was well-stocked and well-used in the very least, and...
Frankenstein paused when he lifted his gaze, seeing Wolfe grimacing as he removed his shirt.
His skin was marked with deep slash marks and a multitude of scars.
That would explain the first aid kit: he'd used it a lot.
Frankenstein shook his head and set the kit next to Wolfe as he turned his attention to finding a cloth and a basin. He could ask the stories behind the scars later.
Right now, he had to focus on Wolfe's wound.
Wolfe was breathing easier, now that the painkillers were in his system, and Frankenstein cleaned the rest of Wolfe's skin free of sweat and blood.
"Mm, thanks, doc," Wolfe murmured, his head tilted over the back of the sofa.
"Please don't get shot next time, then," Frankenstein said with a sigh, leaning back to put the basin on the table, where it was more stable.
"I dunno," Wolfe said, his eyes open just enough to look at Frankenstein, as his lips curled into a lazy smirk, "if it results in you in my lap, tendin' to my wounds, I wouldn't mind if this happened more often."
"I would prefer less blood," Frankenstein said wryly.
"But you on my lap is on the table?" Wolfe's smirk widened.
"Possibly." Now that the immediate danger had passed, Frankenstein's gaze was drawn to the collection of deep scars dotted around Wolfe's skin. He traced one that cut across from Wolfe's clavicle to the bottom of his ribcage. It was parallel to two other marks. Claw marks? He placed his fingers against the scars, imagining what size his attacker must have been when his fingers had to spread out. "Did you fight a bear?"
"Heh, you'd be surprised what some people keep as an exotic pet or use ta defend themselves." Wolfe collected Frankenstein's hand with his good one, lifting it up and brushing his lips to Frankenstein's knuckles. "You sure you wanna keep exploring? I've got a few that end up below the belt."
Frankenstein arched an eyebrow. "Oh? Should I be worried about your bite as well?"
Wolfe chuckled low. "Only if you want me to."
"I th-" Frankenstein shifted his weight and paused when he brushed up against something hard in Wolfe's trousers, Wolfe sucking in a breath in reaction.
"I didn't think you were one who enjoyed danger and injury this much," Frankenstein said, keeping his eyes to Wolfe's face to preserve his dignity.
"It's not the danger that's got me all excited, Frankenstein," Wolfe said, and maybe his heavy breathing wasn't just from pain. "It's 'cause someone's been sittin' on my lap all this time, touchin' me all over the place."
Wolfe's lap had been the best place to dress his wound and Frankenstein was sure Wolfe knew that. "Oh?" Frankenstein smirked, enjoying the flush that was blooming across Wolfe's cheeks. "Would you rather I stop?"
Wolfe growled, narrowing his gaze at him as he gripped Frankenstein's hand. "Does it look like I want ya to stop?" He rolled his hips, making Frankenstein feel just how hard he was.
"Hmm..." Frankenstein hummed, his own body reacting, blood and heat pooling south. He leaned forward, gliding his free hand over the dips and curves of Wolfe's muscles, not breaking eye contact as he felt Wolfe tremble under his touch.
Wolfe swallowed, his breathing turning a low groan. "I was hopin' you'd go lower."
"And I wanted to explore your scars first."
"Heh." Wolfe let out a big breath. "You want a story with each one?"
"Do you even remember them all?" There were so many of them. Some were obvious, where a valley of skin had been carved out, while others his fingertips barely detected.
"Nah, but I can make up some stories for ya."
"Anything for a distraction, mm?" Frankenstein purred, still tracing his fingertips over Wolfe's skin, winding his way closer to his belt.
"Well," Wolfe said breathlessly, "if all my blood is rushin' to my dick, then at least it isn't gettin' out of my body."
Frankenstein chuckled, slipping a finger under Wolfe's belt, sliding it free of its buckle. "You certainly have a way with words, Mr. Wolfe."
He saw Wolfe swallow. "Would I be as interestin' if I didn't?"
"Hmm." The trouser buttons were freed next. "It's part of your charm." Frankenstein leaned forward, kissing him, hearing him groan.
Wolfe let go of his hand, slipping it underneath Frankenstein's shirt, running his hand up his back, making Frankenstein arch his back a little at the touch.
"Dammit," Wolfe muttered, holding Frankenstein close as he rolled his hips.
They both hissed at the contact but Frankenstein smirked, leaning back just enough to say, "You shouldn't move too much, Mr. Wolfe. You'll hurt yourself more if you do."
"Then stop being a fucking tease, Frankenstein," Wolfe growled, hand still pressing them close.
"But you sound so nice when you're so breathless and desperate," Frankenstein said, trailing soft kisses down Wolfe's neck, feeling his thundering heartbeat there.
"Shoulda known you'd be like this," Wolfe said, swallowing, his hand sweeping around and starting to work on Frankenstein's waistcoat buttons.
"You were expecting anything different?"
Wolfe breathed a soft chuckle at that. "I didn't really expect I'd get to see ya like this." He groaned, arching a little when Frankenstein brought his teeth into the next kiss. "An' you were worried about my bite?"
"Not really." He leaned back again, so he could undo his own buttons. Wolfe had been successful with a few, but it was slow work with one hand.
Wolfe drank in the sight of him as he undressed, eyes never leaving his skin as Frankenstein uncovered more of it.
"I unfortunately don't have any interesting scars for you to ex-" Frankenstein didn't resist when Wolfe wrapped his hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Wolfe tasted the skin at his shoulder, before biting down.
"Mmn," Frankenstein hummed, his fingers tracing down Wolfe's body again. He found one scar at Wolfe's hip that did indeed dip down below the belt.
"You're just gonna make me beg?" Wolfe murmured into his ear making a shiver run up Frankenstein's spine. It was a nice thought.
"Not yet," he promised. It would be rather heartless to do that when Wolfe was injured so. He tugged down Wolfe's trousers, Wolfe exhaling as he was released.
Frankenstein wrapped his hand around Wolfe's dick. Wolfe sucked in a breath and every muscle went taut.
"You act like I'm going to bite it," Frankenstein said, amused, keeping his hand at the head, not moving just yet, feeling the tremble echoing up Wolfe's dick.
"I'm tryna not move too much," Wolfe said, and his breathing was a little too measured, making Frankenstein frown.
"Are you starting to feel pain again?" Were the painkillers not enough, or there was more damage than he thought?
Wolfe shook his head. "For later, once all this this wears off."
Ah, of course. "Then we'd best get this done over quickly."
Wolfe narrowed his eyes at him. "I'd been wanting that from the start."
"So impatient, Mr. Wolfe," Frankenstein said, as he pulled his hand down. Teasing Wolfe was very fun, especially when he was pinned under him.
"Think I've b - ah!" Wolfe sucked in a breath as Frankenstein quickened his pace. Wolfe glared at him for a second, and maybe it was a tad obvious he'd done that to interrupt him, before the feel of Frankenstein's hand on him distracted Wolfe again.
"You're -nng- in trouble when I've got -fuck- both my hands," Wolfe said breathlessly, his hips jerking up to meet Frankenstein's hand each time.
Frankenstein smirked. "I look forward to it." He was being very unfair to Wolfe right now, still dragging out the moment, but he was very much enjoying seeing Wolfe's head tilted back as he panted.
Wolfe guided him closer again, kissing him, and Frankenstein hummed, feeling every little gasp, every little stuttering breath he dragged out from Wolfe's throat.
It wasn't long until Wolfe's movements became more erratic, more desperate, a long groan building at the back of his throat and Frankenstein finally let him at the release he'd sought.
Frankenstein studied him as Wolfe regained his breath, the flushed skin and the sheen of sweat that trickled between muscle and scar alike.
"I must admit," Frankenstein said, Wolfe stirring a little at his voice, "I enjoy seeing you like this, Mr. Wolfe."
Wolfe rumbled, and looked at him, his head still tilted back on the sofa as he lifted a hand to run it through Frankenstein's hair. "Don't ya...think we're close enough for first name basis now, or...does that only happen when I fuck ya?"
There he was again, with his certain way with words.
"Well then," Frankenstein purred, leaning in and kissing him, "you'd best get started, Muzaka."
Muzaka stilled, his eyes widening, and then he grinned, pulling Frankenstein closer.