Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS!, M/M, Slight Violence, Slight Bad Language

This may be my OTP from the game/anime and I couldn't resist writing a story with them... I'M ONLY HUMAN! XD also, this makes a little more sense if you picture the anime setting where all characters are in Glitter together at one point or another though i might have changed a few minor details to make this story possible. It shouldn't confuse too much unless you're all about your details and if you are, bear in mind the above note! XD I hope you all enjoy the read and please review if you have the time! I'll appreciate it A LOT! ENJOY!

Also, I do NOT own DRAMAtical Murder or any of the characters!

Bravado

Noiz absentmindedly typed away at his holographic keyboard, letting his thoughts wander while he broke through security walls with laughable ease. His fingers were a little stiff and slower than usual, hindered by the layers of bandages wrapped around each individual digit but it wasn't enough to be a problem. He was propped up in bed, the sandwich Aoba brought him for his breakfast still waiting to be eaten by the bedside table. He simply had no appetite but he didn't want to hear Aoba give out to him about neglecting his health again so he resolved to eat the food before the other man returned to Glitter. He was out somewhere on the streets of Platinum Jail, searching for information on Toue and his world domination plans. Frankly Noiz would have much rather been out there as well instead of being cooped up in his room but Aoba forced him to promise that he wouldn't leave the building. He rolled his eyes as he remembered the other's insistence but the beginning of a smile began curving the corners of his lips.

He couldn't remember the last time someone cared so much about him and his health. It was almost alien to him. While his fingers typed away, he let his mind drift over the events of the previous day. He remembered being out with Aoba and eating all sorts of strangely named new foods which tasted really good. Then he chased some weird guy in a white mask which reminded him of the opera and a veil of darkness encompassed him. His memories were a little fuzzy after that but he remembered having his hands and feet chained up while he bled from dozens of wounds. He remembered thinking his clothes were getting dirty, rather than worry about his health. He didn't feel the pain so it wasn't bothering him… He doubted the wounds were deep enough to be fatal anyway. Then he heard Aoba calling his name and when he opened his eyes the boy was kneeling beside him, soaking his jeans in red too. Noiz remembered wondering why the other man had such a pained expression. It wasn't like he was the one bleeding out… Yet it looked like Aoba was suffering far more than him, it looked like he was suffering for him. He remembered Aoba tearing at his chains and when he heard his story, about being born with no feeling in his body other than his tongue and being treated like a monster even by his parents, he'd wept for him. He'd hugged him and Noiz felt the warmth. It was a dull sensation but, for the first time, he'd felt the loving warmth of another human being.

Things became fuzzier after that but he recalled Aoba using Scrap on him and when he returned back to the real world, having only then realized they'd been inside his head all along, he could feel. His expression remained stoic but that was only because he didn't know how to portray his shock. He was stunned when he felt pain running through every nerve in his body. In the past, the only thing which could sweep him of his feet was having them broken but now he wobbled from a few 'minor' injuries. He'd had to rely on Aoba to get him back to Glitter and by the time they reached the building he was barely conscious. A part of that was due to the blood loss but a larger part was the sheer exhaustion of the whole day. He was drained both physically and mentally. For the first time in his life, Noiz understood what it was to be human and it was miserable. It was painful and he loved every second of it. If he had any energy to spare he would have grinned from one ear to the other but he could barely keep his eyes open. He remembered his vision swimming before him and he leaned more and more of his weight on Aoba, barely dragging his feet behind him on the few steps which led to the apartment door.

Once inside, Aoba yelled for Koujaku to come help him and Noiz remembered raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Aoba hadn't mentioned the swordsman being in Platinum Jail and he'd certainly said nothing about living with him. He wondered if that was a deliberate omittance and what it meant but his mind was too battered to properly concentrate. In the end he decided it wasn't important. He felt himself being lifted, arms winding around his knees and his shoulders. He knew Koujaku was carrying him because Aoba didn't have that kind of strength. He zoned out while the older man was taking him up a flight of stairs. When he regained his senses next, he was lying on a bed in an unknown room. Someone was gently wrapping bandages around his arm. He even felt such a soft touch…. He'd never understood why people bothered being gentle and careful when they got injured before but now, as every soft touch send a prickle of agony through his limb, he finally got it. He knew it was Aoba and he relaxed under the careful ministrations. He was about to drift back into welcoming unconsciousness when someone else entered the room. Noiz heard the door creak open and he heard Koujaku's voice but he couldn't make out his words or Aoba's whispered response. Then he heard steps near him and a second pair of hands taking hold of his remaining arm. Koujaku's touch was harsher but still careful as he inspected the bleeding wounds and scars along his skin. Noiz wanted to open his eyes and see what the Swordsman's reaction was but he couldn't, not from lack of trying. He managed to fight off the sleep until he felt Koujaku begin to clean out his wounds and mirror Aoba's actions of wrapping his arm in fresh bandages.

When he woke up again Noiz thought it had all been a dream. He groggily glanced around the unfamiliar room but when he tried to sit up he felt pain explode all over his frame. He froze, letting the sensations register and knock any last remains of drowsiness right out of his foggy brain. He was really feeling pain and he didn't know whether to celebrate or to scream out his agony. He flexed his fingers, feeling each one protest individually and he smiled. Aoba's Scrap had been real and it had made him human. The thought was almost too much to take in and Noiz felt dizzy. He felt a prickle of fear but it was forgotten in his excitement. So many things he'd never dreamed of understanding would finally make sense… He rolled his shoulder, feeling each bruise as his muscles shifted. Up until then, the most physically painful experience of his life was tripping and accidentally biting his tongue but that paled in comparison with the wave of sensations accosting his untrained nerves. He was still trying to compartmentalize the various aches when he heard a soft knock at his door.

'Come in.' He stilled, his expression already settled in its typical nonchalant appearance, as Aoba pocked his head through the crack. When he saw Noiz was awake he grinned and the younger boy knew it was a genuine smile. He remembered the warmth of Aoba's hug and he felt warm seep through him at the thought of this almost stranger who accepted him when nobody else had and who healed him when nobody else could.

'You're awake! How are you feeling?' Aoba stepped further in the room and Noiz noticed the small tray with a glass of milk and a sandwich.

'…Like shit.' This was as accurate a statement as he could give. He smiled softly and Aoba's eyebrows knitted in a frown. He was probably confused as to why he looked so happy when he felt so badly but Noiz was ecstatic to simply feel. Good or bad, it was all new to him.

'Do you need anything?' Aoba placed the food on the bedside table and Noiz watched him attentively.

'No. You've already done enough.' The two locked eyes for a moment and Noiz knew Aoba understood the gratitude he was badly trying to put into words. He looked away when the other grinned at him, having no problem with displaying his own joy. Noiz wondered if his facials expressions would adapt better now that he could feel…. Though that was probably something which required him to interact with other people and he didn't see himself doing that anytime soon.

'I'm glad you're feeling better.' Noiz grunted an unintelligent response, deliberately keeping his eyes from meeting Aoba's. He felt a foreign heat rise to his face and he wondered if he was blushing. That was new…. 'But you're still not well enough to leave your bed, definitely not the building. I'm going out to see what else I can find on Toue but you have to promise me that you'll stay put. Seriously, Noiz! Promise me.' The blond sighed and rolled his eyes, turning them to Aoba. He nodded, albeit hesitantly. 'No, I want you to say it.'

'I promise I won't leave this building even if there's a fire or an earthquake or-'

'Noiz!' The man in question scoffed but he knew Aoba was just worried for him. It was nice having someone tell him to be careful….

'Alright. You have my word that I won't leave the building.' Aoba's features softened and he nodded in approval. He began walking back to the door.

'You should eat that and get some more rest. You still need to recover.' Noiz nodded, glancing at the sandwich and feeling his stomach turn at the thought of eating. Maybe he'll try again later…. 'Well then, I'm off.' Before Aoba closed the door he added one last bit of information. 'I forgot to tell you, Koujaku is also staying here. He's in the room next to yours and he's also bedbound. Seriously, if I come back and find you two fighting I will personally teach you everything there is to know about pain.' Noiz widened his eyes slightly but smirked a second later.

'I look forwards to our lessons.' Aoba shook his head but left it at that and with a soft click the door closed behind him. Noiz heard him walk down the stairs and a moment later the front entrance was opened and closed. The room was filled with silence, only the sound of his steady breathing audible. He considered what Aoba had told him, to eat and them sleep some more, but dismissed the instructions. He wasn't hungry and he certainly wasn't tired. He pulled out his Coil and began working on some code breaking projects instead.

Noiz heard a door to his right open and close and the sound brought him back in the present. He glanced at the wall, as if he had x-ray vision, listening to steps walking away. He wondered where Koujaku was going. Maybe he was heading out after Aoba but he didn't hear the footsteps go down the stairs. In fact, they seemed to be heading in a completely different direction and Noiz stilled his fingers to hear better. He listened for a handful of seconds but he didn't hear anything else and he turned his attention back to his virtual colony of bunnies. He scoffed as he broke another wall of code, stifling a yawn born out of sheer boredom. He'd devised stronger codes when he was a young boy and he just started discovering his gift for hacking. He had plenty of time to develop his skills since he was trapped in his apartment like room, back in his parent's house, with precious few distractions from the loneliness. Back then he'd cared about that sort of stuff and now, after getting a taste of what it was like to form a bond thanks to Aoba, he felt all those feelings rejuvenate. He thought they'd been purged from his system a long time ago…

'Oh no!' The shrill yell of his lead bunny startled him and he glanced at the screen to see the new code he was working on put up a stronger defence. His hacking fell short and he watched his virtual bucks hit the wall head first only to be thrown backwards. He scowled at the virtual bricks and ran a hand through his messy hair. His mind was wandering and he knew when that happened it was best to take a break. With a resonating sigh of defeat Noiz closed up his Coil, letting the screens and keyboards vanish from his sight. He rubbed at his eye, wondering what else he could do without breaking his promise to Aoba. He still wasn't hungry or sleepy…

He got to his feet, feeling a dull ache spread through them. He walked a few steps just to see how banged up his body really was and it didn't seem that bad. He glanced at the door and began making his way towards it. Maybe he could find something fun to do or a distraction which would occupy him for a while at least. He was ready to go down the stairs, ready to wander around aimlessly around the empty apartment, but then he heard a soft sound. He cocked his head, listening intently, and heard a soft sigh. He'd nearly forgotten about Koujaku…. The freelance hairdresser was bound to prove a fun distraction. He changed his direction and lightly stepped towards the leisure room. He sniffed at the air and thought he smelled smoke. When he reached the entryway he realized why. He paused at the threshold and let his casual gaze sweep over the scene. Koujaku was leaning back in the couch, his head thrown back and his eyes firmly shut. He looked lost in thought as he puffed a smoky breath out, a cigarette perched between the thin lips. Noiz let his green eyes wander down the length of Koujaku's body, not thinking of anything in particular. The man's kimono was loosely tied, as always, and he could see the hard muscles covered by various bandages, more than usual. Apparently he wasn't the only one who got into a fight…

Koujaku was still trying to make peace with the fact that Ryuuhou was no longer a part of his life. He could finally let go of his old self and it was all due to Aoba's Scrap. He inhaled a bitter hale of smoke as he thought of how close he'd been to giving in to his monstrous side, just as that bastard Ryuuhou wanted. Had Aoba not cared as much as he did he would have been lost forever… When he felt more than heard someone sit beside him he snapped out of his recollections and turned to stare at Noiz. Immediately his surprise turned into a scowl. He was in no mood to deal with that prick. He had no patience to deal with his attitude problem on a good day, forget about that night when it was all he could do just to hold himself together.

'Go away.' He glared daggers at the blond but the arrogant guy wasn't even bothering to look at him. He relaxed into the seat, looking at nothing in particular with that trademark bored look on his face. The mare sight of it made Koujaku's blood boil. What was it about this boy that he could get so easily under his skin?... It was worse than Ryuuhou!

'Don't want to. You don't own Glitter.' Koujaku gritted his teeth and bit back the curse just itching to roll off his tongue. He folded his arms over his chest and turned to look away from the unfazed information broker.

'Tsk! Do whatever you want.' He puffed angrily on his cigarette, feeling his lungs burn at the loss of oxygen. Usually he would never smoke inside a house, or anywhere other than Aoba's balcony really, but he thought it was okay to make an exception considering the emotional ransack of the past couple of days. He glanced sideways at Noiz and remembered he wasn't the only one who had it rough. Maybe he was being too rough on the kid… His scowl eased up a little and he was ready to utter a half-assed apology when Noiz spoke.

'You stink of smoke. It's a bad habit.' And just like that Koujaku forgot about being a nice guy.

'I don't give a shit what you think and if you don't like it, you can leave. Nobody's holding you here.' Just to prove how much of a rat's ass he gave, Koujaku released another dark cloud, watching it rise above their heads before drifting apart in the surrounding air.

'Don't want to.' Koujaku was tempted to leave himself, certain that if he stayed around the toxic brat for too long he would break his promise to Aoba. He said he wouldn't get into a fight with Noiz but he was beginning to realize he perhaps spoke too quickly… He surreptitiously glanced at the exit but then changed his mind. Leaving now was like admitting defeat and he was too stubborn to do that, especially when his opponent was Noiz. Somehow a silent understanding passed between the two of them and they both understood they were playing an endurance game. The silence stretched on and Koujaku was nearly done with his cigarette. Would it be acceptable to leave once he was done smoking?...

'Should you even be out of bed?' Koujaku still refused to look at Noiz but he could feel the other's piercing glance on him.

'I could ask you the same thing. You look to be in pretty bad shape old man.' Koujaku felt veins pop in his temple.

'I'm not old you damn brat!' He twisted the bud of the cigarette into the ashtray on the retro coffee table placed in front of the sofa. Noiz could see the anger drip through every movement Koujaku made and he smirked to himself. He found it highly entertaining how easily it was to rile the man up. He was even easier than Aoba and that was saying something…. He wondered how far he could push Koujaku before he snapped. That should prove to be an adequate use of his time…

'What age are you anyway?' Koujaku folded his arms over his chest and pointedly ignored Noiz. As if that was enough to shut the blond hacker up… 'Let me guess… Early 40s?' Koujaku's mouth dropped at the absurdity of that.

'I'm 27!' Noiz shrugged, a taunting lopsided grin on his lips. His eyes were shinning with mischief but Koujaku was seeing too much red to notice he was being toyed with.

'Close enough. You look older, probably because of the smoking.' He noticed Koujaku's fingers flex, as if he was ready to take a swing at him and he was eagerly waiting for just that. He forgot all about his promise to Aoba.

'What would an immature beansprout like you know? Are you even an adult?' Koujaku watched with open satisfaction as Noiz's eyes narrowed. If the guy wanted a fight then he was going to get one. Like the blond, he too forgot all about Aoba, unable to resist the dangerous sway of their petty little game.

'I'm not a beansprout. Why would you care if I'm an adult anyway? Want to share a drink with me?' The tension between them was beginning to build and at such close quarters it was sizzling. All that was missing was a tiny spark for an explosion.

'In your dreams brat. I doubt you can hold your liquor anyway.' Noiz arched an eyebrow, his eyes glinting threateningly. They were invading each other's personal spaces and he could almost feel the swordsman's breath on his lips.

'A smoker and a drunk? At this rate you'll be dead in a few years. This can't be good for your advanced age.' Koujaku's fingers twitched. He'd never wanted to choke the life out of someone so badly… With the exception of Ryuuhou of course.

'That's it, you asked for it!' Noiz expected the punch and he easily dodged Koujaku's fist. With deadly precision he replied with a hit of his own and the other barely managed to avoid it from such a small distance. Noiz felt his knuckle graze Koujaku's side but before he had time to retract his arm, he felt a stunning pain across his forehead. Koujaku head-butted him and he stumbled backwards, his vision swimming for a moment, only to have a leg trip him. He blinked away the dizziness just in time to stop his fall and twist away from Koujaku's grasp. He turned, using the swordsman's momentum against him, and breached Koujaku's guard. Due to their injuries they couldn't get too rowdy but that didn't prevent them from trying. With a fierce growl, Noiz pushed with all his might against the other's shoulders. The back of Koujaku's knees hit the edge of the sofa and it tripped him. He grabbed Noiz's arm, holding on tightly enough to make the other wince, and pulled him down with him.

With a thud, Koujaku's back hit the seat's backrest and before he had a chance to stand back up, Noiz was on top of him. He pressed his palms forcefully against Koujaku's shoulders, holding him down while he straddled his waist, preventing him from getting away. They were both breathing hard and they were close enough for their breaths to mix. Green eyes locked with red ones and they froze for an instant, searching the foreign depths for some sort of answers. Noiz could feel Koujaku's muscles vibrate under his fingertips and he knew the other was ready to shake him off. Before the thought took proper root in Koujaku's mind, Noiz acted. Without even a hint of a warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Koujaku's stunned ones. Noiz felt the softness of the petrified flesh and he realized this was another thing he would have to deal with, now that he could feel. Pain wasn't the only thing he had to explore… Holding back a wicked grin, he ran his pierced tongue along Koujaku's bottom lip. That seemed to finally bring the swordsman out of his daze and he pushed Noiz away, his arms holding the youth at bay but not throwing him completely off.

'Wh-What?! What was that all about?!' Noiz shrugged, painfully aware of the fingers digging into his upper arms. He wondered if Koujaku would be a rough lover?...

'I felt like doing it.' He tried to lean in again, sensing hesitation in Koujaku's grip, but he was held back just before their lips could re-connect.

'What sort of reason is that?! You don't just go around kissing other men because you feel like it!' Noiz rolled his eyes. He remembered Aoba freckling out in a similar manner when he kissed him at work… What was the big deal?

'There's no reason to read too much into this. It's only a distraction. I'm bored and I want to have sex.' Koujaku frowned at the other's frankness and he felt anger boil inside him again, waving away his initial surprise. Once again, Noiz somehow burrowed his way under his skin and made him feel like he was the crazy one for backing away. There was defiantly something about him…

'Impossible brat.' This time it was Koujaku who pulled Noiz towards him, his fingers still bruising his tender skin. Unlike Noiz, he didn't hesitate to barge into the blond's mouth. When his tongue wasn't pushed away, Koujaku twisted it around the other verbal muscle, running it roughly along the silver ball. Noiz understood that to Koujaku this was just another form of confrontation between them but to him it was his first taste of sex after being Scrapped. Noiz had always enjoyed kissing, being the only part of sex he could actually feel properly and he was quite practiced at it, but he paled in comparison to Koujaku's technique. He had no defence against the slippery tongue doing whatever it pleased with his compliant mouth. He felt one of Koujaku's hands unclasp and move under his shirt instead, running up his back. He shuddered at the touch and he moved his free hand to scrape against the toned chest before him.

Neither knew for how long they kept their tongues intertwined but eventually they were forced to pull away and breathe. Noiz looked into the blood red eyes and bit his lower lip at the naked lust in them. He found it hard to believe this drastic change of mind was all due to a few kisses and he frugally wondered if Koujaku's thoughts hadn't travelled down this path before…. The thought of being featured in the man's dirty fantasies excited him. Noiz kissed Koujaku again, putting more effort into it, and he felt hands push up his shirt. Fighting back the irritation, he broke away long enough for Koujaku to get rid of his shirt, and then attacked the other mouth with gusto. He sighed when he felt fingers run all over his body, pressing against various sensitive areas and introducing Noiz to whole new chapters of pleasure. Koujaku was trying to avoid his injuries as much as possible but he couldn't help pressing some bruises and cuts but he soon learned that was perfectly fine. The pain seemed to make Noiz more aggressive and he smirked into the kiss, thinking the myriads of piercings all over his body made more sense now. He had no knowledge of the hacker's CIPA and therefore was unaware his touches were quite literally rocking Noiz's world.

Koujaku moved his lips down Noiz's chin, biting teasingly at the two pointed piercings on it and feeling the brat's fingers press harder against him. He licked along the angular jaw and sucked on the exposed throat, biting the skin just hard enough to extract a very satisfying groan from the usually nonchalant youth. It was Koujaku's aim to make Noiz abandon his inhibitions by the end of their little session and by the way each of his touches seemed to make him shake it didn't seem like it would take a lot of work on his behalf. While he continued to pay close attention to Noiz's neck, he let one of his hands descend down the bandaged abdomen to the exposed stomach. He felt the coolness of yet another piercing and he gently pulled it, feeling the flesh around it quiver approvingly. Koujaku teased the bellybutton ring further while Noiz moved his hands to the back of his neck. He felt the hacker pull out the decorative pin from his hair and he bit into the soft skin below his lips when Noiz's fingers pulled his ponytail free. His lips were kissing along the other's shoulder, careful not to aggravate a nasty looking bruise which stretched out of his line of sight and down Noiz's back. He'd fought the guy before and he knew the brat could hold his own so he could only assume he'd been outnumbered to get so black and blue. Aoba mentioned to him that Noiz had been protecting him and he gently licked a soothing circle across the darkened patch of skin. He heard the other moan softly and he kissed softly back up his throat until he could press their hungry mouths back together.

Noiz had never felt so much so quickly before and he was light headed from it all. He felt drunk and he could at long last understand what the big hype about sex was all about. Every time Koujaku's tongue touched his skin he felt it go ablaze. He tangled his fingers in the long strands, sucking the other tongue inside his mouth eagerly. He began pushing the ornate kimono down the man's arms, his eyes running down the intricate tattoo covering his entire right side. Koujaku waited patiently while he studied the patterns but Noiz understood somehow this tattoo held some sort of deep significance. It wasn't like his piercings which he'd gotten mostly on a whim and because he liked the way they looked. Their significance was shallow compared to the black lines twisting and turning around each other across Koujaku's slightly tanned skin. On an impulse, Noiz pressed his lips to Koujaku's shoulder, running his tongue down the dark ink. He felt Koujaku stiffen but he wasn't pushed away so Noiz licked all the way down to the nipple where he stopped to such the pink flesh between his lips. While he was running his tongue around the nubbin in teasing circles and playfully nipping at it, he felt Koujaku relax under him once more and he gave himself a mental pat on the back.

Koujaku had to admit, he'd never had anyone with a tongue piercing play with his nipples before and he realized he'd been missing out. The hard surface of the metal felt great against his heated skin, especially when it was followed by a moist lick of Noiz's tongue. He idly moved a hand down the blond's spine until his fingers was stopped by the barrier of his trousers. He let Noiz do his thing while he unbuckled the front of the information broker's belt and opened his trousers. He felt Noiz pause when he began doing that but a moment later he was back to sucking, his bandaged fingers inching towards his own trousers. Koujaku pushed the material down Noiz's slightly elevated rump and licked his lips when he felt the smooth flesh under his palm. He gave it a firm squeeze, groaning when Noiz retaliated with a harsher bite on his nipple. One of Noiz's hands began pressing against his other erect nipple and he sucked in a cooling breath through tightly clenched teeth. When Noiz resurfaced for yet another passionate kiss, Koujaku let one of his hands slip inside the front of his pants. He happily swallowed Noiz's moan when his fingers touched his hardening member. He was confused at first when he touched the various piercings along the member and when he finally understood what they were he widened his eyes in surprise. He knew the guy was fond of sticking bits of metal in him but he wouldn't have guessed it went that far…

Noiz grazed Koujaku's lips with his teeth, distracting him from what his hands were doing. He wasn't going to be the only one who would lose himself to the tempting pleasure… He snaked his own fingers past the breached defence of Koujaku's trousers and felt the other's growing need for him. He felt the warrior's gasp dance on his own skin and he smirked as he wound his fingers around the thick length. He wanted to study all of Koujaku's expressions as he teased his cock but it was impossible to concentrate with the man's hand on him. Before his Scrap, he could only get off if someone bit him hard and even that only felt like a dull pressure. Now even the tiniest touch made him grit his teeth to hold back moans. He let his eyelids fall shut as the pleasure washed over him and he applied all his scarce reserves of concentration to his hand movements, mirroring Koujaku's leisurely pace. He cracked his eyes open when he felt something push against his lips and opened his mouth to allow Koujaku's fingers inside. He twisted his tongue around the digits, coating them in copious amounts of saliva while Koujaku plaid with the piercings along his dick. Now that his teeth were no longer tightly gritted, Noiz couldn't stop various sounds from escaping his throat though most were thankfully muffled by the fingers pressing onto his tongue but an especially loud moan broke free from his larynx when Koujaku tugged at a ring at the base of his length. A sharp sting shot through his nerves and Noiz nearly bit down on the fingers between his teeth.

Just like Koujaku suspected, Noiz was turned on by pain. He was certainly going to have some fun with that piece of information… He pulled his hand away from the brat's mouth, ignoring his displeased look, and moved it to Noiz's lower back. He felt along another piercing at the base of his tail bone and let his slickened fingers follow the trail lower until the tips reached Noiz's twitching entrance. He felt the blond's hand still and he watched the hacker's expressions as he began pushing a finger inside the tight heat. Noiz hissed, more at the thought of feeling something enter him than it being actually painful. He had one hand pressed against Koujaku's shoulder, for support, while his other remained around the throbbing cock. The finger pushed deeper inside him and he twisted his head to the side when Koujaku neared him. He felt the other pair of lips on his neck and he sighed at the added burn. Fingers continued to play with his pierced member while Koujaku began pumping his finger in and out of him, loosening him enough for a second digit. Noiz's grip tightened on Koujaku's member when the send finger entered him and the two began stretching out his walls. He felt them press against his muscles and he began to lose himself to the feeling. His hips began bucking into Koujaku's hand of their own volition and he joined his arms around the swordsman's broad shoulders. He pressed his face into the shoulder, biting demandingly on the skin while Koujaku thrust harder inside him. He thought he was going to reach his climax with nothing more than fingers in his ass but Koujaku stopped before that could happen.

'Get those off.' Noiz hesitated for a moment, his muddled brain having difficulty with the words, but he eventually unsteadily got to his feet and began getting rid of his trousers. Koujaku did the same and when they were both fully naked, the older of the two pulled Noiz into a quick but steamy kiss. For once, the blond didn't protest when Koujaku took the lead and he let himself be pushed down on the sofa until he was on his knees on the cushions and he was pressing his palms into the backrest. He felt hot lips on his nape a moment later, sucking and pulling at his piercings there, and he curled his fingers into the soft material.

Koujaku wondered if he should take it slow but Noiz's hips were already bucking impatiently and he smirked at the boy's eagerness. It wasn't like they were making love anyway…. Noiz said it himself, it was only a distraction…. Right? Since he was in no mood to let his overthinking this spoil the act, Koujaku positioned himself and began pushing inside the tight heat. Noiz tensed but he pushed in further and he reached for the hacker's forgotten member to ease the intrusion. He left more sloppy kisses along his shoulder blades, applying just enough pressure on the angry bruises to make Noiz moan, and before either was aware of it he was all the way in. Koujaku could hear Noiz's heavy breathing and he pressed his forehead against his upper back, taking a second to enjoy the moment. He could smell the beansprout's scent and he realized Noiz had a distinctly sterile sort of smell. It was like his unique flavour hadn't been marred by others around him and he wondered if this was because he rarely interacted with people. He was the complete opposite of him. They were as different as night and day, yet here they were joined in the most intimate of manner, brought together by Aoba's friendship. On an impulse, Koujaku left an especially tender kiss just above Noiz's piercing, his lips brushing the blond tips of his hair. He hears a soft gasp and it was music to his ears.

Noiz felt so much, he wondered if he would short-circuit. His blood was pumping inside his veins and it flowed like a river of molten lava. He closed his eyes when Koujaku left that tender kiss and wondered what he was supposed to do about it. There was no denying this quickly turned from a simple distraction into something else entirely, or perhaps it had always been more and this was just the first time they both realized it. Noiz couldn't help analysing the situation since it was what he did. He'd had to rely on his analytical skills to decipher other people ever since he was a child since he couldn't connect with them properly on an emotional level. He turned his head, desperate to catch a glimpse of Koujaku's expression so he could try and piece this puzzle together but all he managed to do was get distracted. He felt strong fingers curve under his jaw and chin, pulling his lips towards Koujaku's open ones. Noiz lost himself in the act of kissing, letting his tongue dance with Koujaku's, no longer seeing this as a competition. One hand held his hip and when the fingers applied some pressure to the grasp, Noiz understood Koujaku was about to move. He moaned approvingly into the kiss and they broke apart a second later when they both needed to fill their lungs with oxygen.

Noiz felt Koujaku thrust inside him, fucking him with a skill and precision which could only be born out of experience. He no longer attempted to keep his voice in and he cursed like a sailor when Koujaku rammed into his prostate over and over and over. His arms crumbled below him and he draped over the backrest, completely powerless under Koujaku's punishing attack. He bit into his arm, sinking his teeth in hard enough to taste the metallic tincture of his own blood. He watched it run down his fingers through half-lidded eyes while he tried to hold on for dear life. Hands were holding his hips steady while he was being ploughed, each push forcing the breath out of him. Tears began gathering at the corners of his eyes, his senses overwhelmed at the sheer pleasure of it all to the point where it felt painful. He wondered what he looked like in that moment. He definitely lost his usual composure…. Better yet, he wondered what Koujaku looked like. The mental image alone was enough to make him moan.

Koujaku mentally congratulated himself on his success. He'd set out to make Noiz lose control and the mess before him, begging for him to move faster and harder, definitely lost all manners of control. They were both close to their climax, Koujaku could feel it through the reverberations running through their working muscles like electric jolts. He reached for Noiz throat and wound his fingers around it, pulling the hacker flush against him, perfectly aligning his back with his chest. Using his fingers he directed Noiz's head so he could lean down and twist their tongue together. He bit on the pierced tongue, not hard enough to make it bleed, and the loudest moan yet filled the room around them. Koujaku felt Noiz tighten even harder around him and he groaned in the kiss. He scraped his teeth against the numerous piercings around the information broker's ear before he pressed his lips against the blond strands. A pierced tongue flicked out to lick at his fingers, still curved around Noiz's jaw, and Koujaku felt a dam break inside him. He didn't have time to pull out of Noiz and he gasped, inhaling more of the hacker's unique scent, feeling his orgasm explode inside him with devastating force. He shook, the vibrations making Noiz sigh with pleasure. Feeling his legs go weak, Koujaku crushed down on the sofa, pulling Noiz on top of him. They laid like that for a while, each concentrating on steading their rampart hearts. Koujaku felt Noiz's weight on his chest and his raspy breath on his skin.

'Noiz.' Koujaku almost never called him by his name. Usually it was brat or beansprout or something even less savoury, unless Aoba was around and he actually made an effort to keep the peace. Unfortunately Noiz misunderstood. Koujaku narrowed his eyes when the other began sitting up, his slightly trembling arms pressing against his pectorals for support.

'Hold on a second. I'm leaving now.' Before Noiz could swing more than one leg over the edge of the sofa, Koujaku reached out and held his arm. The grasp was gentle but determined. He looked at the swordsman, a raised eyebrow betraying his curiosity. Koujaku noticed Noiz's expression was back to bored indifference though now he knew just what sort of faces the boy was capable of making…

'Stay.' When Noiz hesitated, Koujaku pulled him back down with a pretend scowl on his face. 'Just do what you're told for once. It's fine for now.' Noiz shifted his position until he was confortable on top of Koujaku and he pressed his ear to the man's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat. He felt an arm twist around his shoulder, protectively holding him down, and he hid a small smile. They stayed like that, in confortable silence for a good while. Both were trying to figure out how this 'distraction' was going to affect their future relationship, if there was a future relationship. When Noiz began speaking, his voice a soft whisper, Koujaku's ears strained to hear each individual syllable.

'Before Aoba Scrapped me, I had no feeling in my body at all. Except for my tongue, I didn't feel pain or pleasure or even someone else's touch. When I was a kid, I used to hurt other children accidentally because I didn't know how to control myself since I didn't feel the pain of getting hurt. Their parents started complaining to mine and they found the perfect solution. They locked me away in a room and refused to let me out. I saw them, maybe twice a year. Even the helpers used to slide my meals through a trapdoor. I was completely shut away from human contact for years, until I ran away and ended up here. But now, thanks to Aoba, I can understand things I didn't before. I feel every bruise and cut on my body and it's great.' Noiz chuckled humourlessly and Koujaku held him harder against him. 'I don't know how to connect with people properly but I'd like to learn…' Noiz could count the people he'd opened up to so completely in the past on one hand. He didn't know what Koujaku's reaction would be and it scared him a little. Maybe he would reject him like his parents or accept him like Aoba. He had no choice but to wait and see but the few seconds while Koujaku processed his words were excruciating to Noiz.

'That explains how you managed to get so many piercings down there….' Koujaku's musings took Noiz completely off guard. Despite himself he started chuckling and he felt fingers run through his blond hair, in a reassuring gesture. 'What you went through sounds awful but you're no longer that little boy. You have friends now who care for you and who will fight with you.' Noiz brought his head up to lock eyes with Koujaku.

'Does that include you?' They both understood what the question really mean and Koujaku deliberated the answer only for an instant.

'Yes.' Noiz smirked before pressing his lips to the swordsman's, sealing the deal. When he pulled back he rested his head on the tattooed shoulder, the tip of his nose touching Koujaku's cheek. The fringe was pushed out of his face and Noiz lazily studied the black lines running around Koujaku's right eye.

'Aoba Scrapped my past too. This tattoo was put on me against my will and the man who put it there used some form of mind control. He used me as an experiment to further Toue's research. This tattoo represents the fact that I'm the heir to a yakuza clan. My mother was the boss' mistress and she was treated horribly by his wife so she ran away when I was still a child. As it turned out, the boss' wife couldn't give birth to a male heir so they came looking for us. I was branded with this tattoo when I was fifteen but the clan didn't know about Toue's experiment. The ink has a life of its own and it feeds off my anger. When it was finished I passed out and when I woke up….' Koujaku trailed into silence, the memories painfully tearing at his soul. He felt Noiz glance up at him and he forced himself to travel down that dark road. Noiz had opened up to him and he deserved to know exactly who he was in turn. 'I killed everyone. The boss, his wife, his henchmen. I woke up in the middle of a bloody room with a sword in my hand and I didn't remember anything. I killed my mother too. I lost my mind to my anger and I killed indiscriminately, like a beast. Two days ago I finally found the man who put this cursed tattoo on me and I nearly became that bloodthirsty beast again, this time for good, but Aoba saved me with his Scrap.' He took in a shaky breath, feeling freer after talking about his past. With the exception of Aoba, Noiz was the only one who listened to that side of his life.

'We both had fucked up childhoods.' It was Koujaku's turn to laugh.

'That's putting it mildly.' Noiz knew sometimes it was best to shut up and he nuzzled into the crook of Koujaku's neck, letting him know he was still there and had no intention of leaving. He felt warm and secure and, for the first time in his life, not alone. Noiz felt his eyelids close and he let them, confident Koujaku wouldn't hurt him even when his guard was dropped. Before he realized it he was asleep and Koujaku listened to his soft snoring until he gave into his own exhaustion.

They slept soundly, immersed in each other's natural heat, until they heard Glitter's door band open and they woke up to the sound of Aoba shouting for help. They jumped to their feet and ran down the steps only to find Aoba supporting a machine, no, it was Clear who was a machine. Noiz paused only for a moment while his sharp gaze scanned the scene before he began dealing out instructions. Aoba and Koujaku carried Clear to the hacker's room while flakes of his artificial skin continued to peel off the broken up body.

'Can we help?' Noiz glanced at Clear laying on his bed before he turned his attention back to Koujaku. Aoba was downstairs, pacing the room like it was the only thing holding him back from a mental breakdown.

'Yes. You can stay out of my way.' Before Koujaku could say anything else the door slammed in his face and he shook his head though he felt no anger. Noiz had A LOT to learn about dealing with other people… Beni perched on his shoulder as he walked down the stairs, going to Aoba to reassure him Clear was in capable hands.

That was a long night….


And if you know what comes next, it was only one of many long nights, ey? XD I hope it was a fun read for you all and please let me know if it was (or was not) that! Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcomed! (the key word there being CONSTRUCTIVE!)

HAVE A LOVELY DAY!