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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka gets caught; Frankenstein comes to rescue him, but something's different from what Muzaka expected.
Contains: Basically sex pollen.
Notes: Muzaka didn't leave 'verse.
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Word count: 745
Total word count: 25,047
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka came back to consciousness in a haze. Metal walls, a room that barely fit him lying there, low light...
He couldn't move.
He tilted his head back to see the silver restraints keeping him on the...table? Bed? Too cold for a bed. Not against his bare skin. Metal table.
To the side he could see the IV drip empty, nothing left in the tube that was connected to the crook of his elbow. Maybe that was why he could think again. Barely.
What...had happened?
He'd been walking home and then...
And then...?
His nose twitched and he grimaced. Wolfsbane. That had been it. Concentrated so much he had dropped almost as soon as he'd inhaled it.
He flexed once and then sighed. No give. Not yet. He would just have to wait until his body had finished with the rest of the wolfsbane.
Until then...
Muzaka eyed the door. He would be fine, no matter what this organisation would try to do him. The bigger problem would be if they tried to use his data for anything.
He tried to find a clock in the room, but couldn't. Not that it would have helped - he didn't know how long he'd been kept under for. Hours? Days?
He must be worrying Frankenstein so much. He'd been looking forward to...
Muzaka's thoughts drifted at a low thud that reverberated throughout the entire room. A fight? Or just normal sounds here?
Another thud.
Hm.
He tugged at the restraints again, but they didn't give. He couldn't do anything for now. Would just have to wait.
Minutes (hours?) passed, and Muzaka strained his ears when the thuds finally stopped. That had taken a while, and it had at least given him something to concentrate on. His head was clearer now, but he was still affected enough that the silver kept him in place.
He could try to sleep it off, but he'd rested enough already and he could miss something. If they came back to top up the IV... Urgh. No. He couldn't risk it.
Muzaka jerked his head over to the door when it slammed open and standing there-
"Frankenstein!" Muzaka said, grinning. Frankenstein had come looking for him.
Frankenstein was splattered in blood as he peered into the room, his eyes finally resting on Muzaka. "Ah, there you are," he purred, striding into the room.
That...wasn't quite the reaction Muzaka expected. "Frankenstein...?" He didn't seem worried, or rushing to check how he was. If anything, Frankenstein seemed to be taking his time taking him in, his eyes roving over Muzaka's body, as if...
As if...
Muzaka's nose twitched at the scent of wolfsbane that clung to Frankenstein.
His arousal.
That wasn't right...
"Did..." Muzaka sucked in a breath as Frankenstein trailed light fingers up from his abs, tracing his scars and muscles.
"Mm?"
"Did they hit you with somethin' too?"
"Oh yes," Frankenstein said, nodding once, eyes still studying Muzaka. Taking in every detail as he removed the IV. "It didn't work."
Or it did. Just not in the same way. Frankenstein had some werewolf blood in him, but he was still human and maybe that changed how he rea-
Muzaka's eyes widened when Frankenstein straddled his hips in one easy movement, his grin wide and sharp. He could feel Frankenstein's hardness through his clothes, and Frankenstein played with Muzaka's trouser button with a finger, flicking it open. "My, my, you aren't ready at all."
Muzaka swallowed, his body reacting, even as his eyes darted to the door. He wouldn't say no to this, but that was in normal circumstances. Here and now, it wasn't the best idea, no matter how much Frankenstein wanted it.
"Are you worried about being interrupted?"
"Yeah?"
Frankenstein chuckled, palming up Muzaka's dick, making him arch, his breathing and heart quickening. "I dealt with everyone here already. I made sure no-one else would be coming here." He looked at Muzaka with half-lidded eyes, his expression still content. "You on the other hand, are a different matter."
...Ah. Muzaka swallowed as Frankenstein continued to tease him to readiness, and he heard Frankenstein's low chuckle when he couldn't contain a soft groan.
"Why would I want to miss this opportunity, when you're so conveniently tied up for me?"
If Frankenstein was sure -and he was thorough, Muzaka knew that- Muzaka relaxed, fully taking the view of Frankenstein on top of him. They had time to enjoy this, for now.
Inspired by this conversation.
Summary: Muzaka gets caught; Frankenstein comes to rescue him, but something's different from what Muzaka expected.
Contains: Basically sex pollen.
Notes: Muzaka didn't leave 'verse.
Rating: PG
Genre: General
Word count: 745
Total word count: 25,047
Status: Work in progress
Muzaka came back to consciousness in a haze. Metal walls, a room that barely fit him lying there, low light...
He couldn't move.
He tilted his head back to see the silver restraints keeping him on the...table? Bed? Too cold for a bed. Not against his bare skin. Metal table.
To the side he could see the IV drip empty, nothing left in the tube that was connected to the crook of his elbow. Maybe that was why he could think again. Barely.
What...had happened?
He'd been walking home and then...
And then...?
His nose twitched and he grimaced. Wolfsbane. That had been it. Concentrated so much he had dropped almost as soon as he'd inhaled it.
He flexed once and then sighed. No give. Not yet. He would just have to wait until his body had finished with the rest of the wolfsbane.
Until then...
Muzaka eyed the door. He would be fine, no matter what this organisation would try to do him. The bigger problem would be if they tried to use his data for anything.
He tried to find a clock in the room, but couldn't. Not that it would have helped - he didn't know how long he'd been kept under for. Hours? Days?
He must be worrying Frankenstein so much. He'd been looking forward to...
Muzaka's thoughts drifted at a low thud that reverberated throughout the entire room. A fight? Or just normal sounds here?
Another thud.
Hm.
He tugged at the restraints again, but they didn't give. He couldn't do anything for now. Would just have to wait.
Minutes (hours?) passed, and Muzaka strained his ears when the thuds finally stopped. That had taken a while, and it had at least given him something to concentrate on. His head was clearer now, but he was still affected enough that the silver kept him in place.
He could try to sleep it off, but he'd rested enough already and he could miss something. If they came back to top up the IV... Urgh. No. He couldn't risk it.
Muzaka jerked his head over to the door when it slammed open and standing there-
"Frankenstein!" Muzaka said, grinning. Frankenstein had come looking for him.
Frankenstein was splattered in blood as he peered into the room, his eyes finally resting on Muzaka. "Ah, there you are," he purred, striding into the room.
That...wasn't quite the reaction Muzaka expected. "Frankenstein...?" He didn't seem worried, or rushing to check how he was. If anything, Frankenstein seemed to be taking his time taking him in, his eyes roving over Muzaka's body, as if...
As if...
Muzaka's nose twitched at the scent of wolfsbane that clung to Frankenstein.
His arousal.
That wasn't right...
"Did..." Muzaka sucked in a breath as Frankenstein trailed light fingers up from his abs, tracing his scars and muscles.
"Mm?"
"Did they hit you with somethin' too?"
"Oh yes," Frankenstein said, nodding once, eyes still studying Muzaka. Taking in every detail as he removed the IV. "It didn't work."
Or it did. Just not in the same way. Frankenstein had some werewolf blood in him, but he was still human and maybe that changed how he rea-
Muzaka's eyes widened when Frankenstein straddled his hips in one easy movement, his grin wide and sharp. He could feel Frankenstein's hardness through his clothes, and Frankenstein played with Muzaka's trouser button with a finger, flicking it open. "My, my, you aren't ready at all."
Muzaka swallowed, his body reacting, even as his eyes darted to the door. He wouldn't say no to this, but that was in normal circumstances. Here and now, it wasn't the best idea, no matter how much Frankenstein wanted it.
"Are you worried about being interrupted?"
"Yeah?"
Frankenstein chuckled, palming up Muzaka's dick, making him arch, his breathing and heart quickening. "I dealt with everyone here already. I made sure no-one else would be coming here." He looked at Muzaka with half-lidded eyes, his expression still content. "You on the other hand, are a different matter."
...Ah. Muzaka swallowed as Frankenstein continued to tease him to readiness, and he heard Frankenstein's low chuckle when he couldn't contain a soft groan.
"Why would I want to miss this opportunity, when you're so conveniently tied up for me?"
If Frankenstein was sure -and he was thorough, Muzaka knew that- Muzaka relaxed, fully taking the view of Frankenstein on top of him. They had time to enjoy this, for now.
Inspired by this conversation.