Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS!, M/M, Slight Violence (When Koujaku and Noiz are involved it wouldn't be a story without some violence... XD)

This idea got stuck in my head the moment i realized Koujaku was a hairdresser and, eventually, i put it down on paper! XD I hope you all like it and please leave a review if you have the time. I'll appreciate it a lot and it won't take but a moment! X3 ENJOY!

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

Time for a Haircut

'Your hair is getting kind of long…' Noiz glanced away from his virtual screen, confident his bunnies could easily complete the hack. Some people were interested in some information and he was getting it for them. Business as usual. Aoba was looking at him, Ren waging his tail on his lap. Ever since Toue's supposed disappearance and the reconstruction of Platinum Jail, he'd been hanging around Aoba's work shop more. In the past he'd had no problem living on his own, locked up in his apartment without interacting with people for days on end, but after getting a taste of what it was like to have friends and find acceptance Noiz found it difficult to give all that away. At first he'd casually dropped by, testing the water, making sure Aoba hadn't just been using him for his skills, but now he felt confident in their friendship. It was a big step for him…

'It's fine.' He brushed some blond strands from his eyes with a bandaged hand. They reached the bridge of his nose…

'I think it's time for a haircut. Don't be stubborn, you know I'm right.' Noiz shrugged and returned his attention back to the screen, his fingers automatically typing in a series of complicated codes designed to break through expensive firewalls. Usagimodoki jumped excitedly by his side when his leading bunny announced their success. He studied the acquired information, confirming it was the right one, and sent it on to his customers. A moment later, Usagimodoki jumped in his hand and told him the money had been successfully transferred into his account. Job well done. He stretched his arms above his head and smirked in self-satisfaction.

'Too easy.' Noiz shut off his Coil, watching the screens and keyboards disappear, and got to his feet. He'd been frequenting the store so often he even had his own spot in the corner of the shop, close by Aoba's desk. Haga-san even offered to bring him a chair which he could keep there as his but Noiz preferred siting on the floor. He always sat cross-legged on the floor when he worked and it was a habit which he wasn't ready to give up yet.

'Done?' Aoba had a delivery to do but when he was about to dash off, Noiz asked him if he could wait for a few minutes. Aoba understood he had no intention of waiting around the junk shop alone for those three brats to show up. Though Noiz showed phenomenal patience in dealing with them, he knew the information broker wouldn't be able to do much work with Mio hounding him. The girl sure was persistent… Her future husband was in for a rough time…

'Yep. Let's go.' Noiz was already walking out the door, like he'd been the one waiting for Aoba to finish and not the other way around. He missed seeing the older man's amused head shake. At first he'd been weary of Noiz but after their adventures in Platinum Jail and the two weeks following, they'd grown close and now he was confortable saying they were good friends. Noiz still had difficulty opening up to people and his communication skills left much to be desired but he was getting there…. After he'd found out about Noiz's past and he'd successfully Scraped him, it was impossible for Aoba not to see the blond through new eyes.

'Noiz, you are getting a haircut today.' The hacker spun on his heels and stared with open curiosity at Aoba.

'Why does it matter so much if my hair is a little longer?' They were walking side by side down the Midorijima street.

'Because you look better with shorter hair.' Aoba smiled at Noiz and the other pointedly ignored his eyes but a faint blush was clearly visible on his cheeks. Despite his attitude problem, Noiz was still just a kid at times and Aoba was getting really good at pushing his buttons.

'Whatever…' In normal dialect that translated to an acceptance and Aoba's smile stretched wider. He had just the place to go too…. 'Where are we going?'

'Um… You'll see. You'll be in good hands, I promise!' Noiz looked like he wanted to ask for more information but Aoba hurried up his steps. If Noiz knew where he was being lead he would immediately disagree and change his mind but Aoba was determined to see this through.

He was nothing if not stubborn.

Koujaku heard the knocking at his door but he didn't immediately go to answer. He wasn't expecting any customers…. And he didn't invite any friends over. Beni flew from the windowsill to perch on his shoulder. It could be Aoba though it wasn't like him to show up without calling first. It could also be Mizuki, now that he was back to full health and out of the hospital, but Koujaku knew the bartender was working that night. He hesitated long enough for whoever was outside to knock again. He exchanged a look with Beni before shrugging and walking to the door. His confusion cleared right up when he realized it was Aoba who was paying him a visit.

'Aoba! What brings you here-' Then he noticed the other man standing a few steps behind his childhood friend. As if someone flipped a switch, his mood immediately darkened and he scowled in Noiz's direction. Beni sensed his agitation and flapped his own wings in irritation. 'What is he doing here?' Noiz narrowed his eyes and looked somewhere to his left, insulting Koujaku by completely dismissing him. Gods he wanted to tear the brat's throat out!

'Ah yes… about that… I brought him here because he needs a haircut and since you're the best around and well….' Aoba was clearly struggling to break the tension, and he stumbled over his words while Koujaku continued to openly glare at the hacker.

'This is stupid. I'm leaving.' Noiz was already walking away when Aoba caught his arm and yanked him back.

'Noiz wait! You said you'll do this so just give me a minute to sort this out!' Frankly Aoba was exasperated at having to divide his time between the two because if they got together they ended up fighting. They had to sort things out and learn to behave like adults! When he noticed Noiz's neglected hair he thought this was as good an opportunity to get them together as any and if they didn't kill each other by the end Aoba was going to consider it a ground breaking success. Noiz sighed but he let Aoba drag him back to Koujaku's porch.

'I'm not cutting his hair.' Koujaku crossed his arms across his chest and Aoba knew this was his end-of-discussion pose but while he was just getting good at pressing Noiz's buttons he'd had years to test out his techniques on Koujaku. He assumed a meek attitude and glanced at the ground before his feet in defeat.

'I see… I just thought you'd at least listen to what I had to say but if you're busy…' He sighed for dramatic effect and saw from the corners of his eyes as Koujaku's arms fell helplessly by his sides. He didn't usually play the guilt card but he deemed the current situation important enough to break a few personal rules. He practically felt Noiz raise an eyebrow at his antics…

'Aoba… I'm not busy but… Him? Koujaku was close to giving in and Aoba knew he just had to push a little bit further. He resolved to make it up to him later when they were meeting Mizuki for drinks. Clear and Noiz would be there too. He wished Mink hadn't left so suddenly but Aoba knew he was just fine wherever he was. It would take a natural disaster to take down someone like Mink…

'Do this for me?' Aoba looked up at Koujaku through thick eyelashes, putting on the most effective puppy eyes he could manage. Ren pocked his head out of the bag and glanced at Beni too, throwing his own towel in the game. Koujaku sighed and rubbed his fingers across his temple in exasperation. Aoba heard Noiz smirk behind him and he prayed the hacker wouldn't ruin this, not after all his hard work!

'Fine… You're getting too good at doing that!' Koujaku gestured to Aoba's face and the younger man grinned from ear to ear.

'I don't know what you're talking about.' Koujaku shook his head but Aoba knew he wasn't angry.

'Get in.' That was directed at Noiz and Aoba moved out of the way so the blond could step by him. He met the sharp green eyes for a moment and he saw the humour in them.

'I have to go on a delivery but I'll be back later. You two promise me to at least try and get along? I don't want to come back and find the house burned down or one of you dead!' Considering it was Koujaku and Noiz they were talking about, that scenario wasn't too much of a stretch… The two rivals glanced at each other and they managed to hold eye contact for a full second before they turned away with a fresh scowl on their faces. Aoba sighed, knowing he would worry about them for the rest of his shift. 'Promise me!'

'I promise to try.' Well that was all he was asking… Aoba turned to look at Noiz who was stubbornly silent for a moment longer before he begrudgingly nodded his consent.

'Okay… Well, let's hope that's enough. Beni, Midori, I'm counting on you two to keep them from doing anything too stupid.'

'I'll keep an eye on them!' Beni looked proud of his new job and Koujaku threw him a dirty look.

'Me too! Me too!' Midori, or Usagimodoki as Noiz still called him sometimes out of habit, jumped up excitedly. Noiz humphed dismissively.

'Then I'm off. Remember, no killing!' Aoba was running, already certain he was going to be late with this delivery, before the two had time to change their mind. They watched him leave like two children abandoned on the steps of a crèche by their mother.

'Guess there's no helping it now… Follow me.' Koujaku closed the door and lead the way to his bedroom where he sometimes took care of extra customers. Usually he would end up sleeping with them after but he didn't see that happening with the arrogant brat hot on his heels. 'Sit there while I get my things.' He waved in the direction of a seat positioned in front of a large mirror and Noiz did as he was told. He watched Koujaku move about the room, opening drawers and getting his things, through the mirror and he watched Beni fly to the windowsill. Usagimodoki hoped out of his pocket and bounced off the bed to join the fiery little bird. Noiz didn't stop his Allmate.

'Do you take care of a lot of customers here, in your bedroom?' Noiz simply couldn't resist throwing a jibe at Koujaku and he watched the other pause in mid-search with considerable satisfaction. There was simply something awfully fun about pocking a bear, especially when that bear was a thick-headed, short-tempered Rib leader.

'I'd shut up if I were you, unless you want to end up bald.' Koujaku was in no mood to deal with Noiz. This was supposed to be his day off and he'd been in a great mood but the brat managed to spoil that with his presence alone. If Aoba wasn't such a good friend… It was maddening! He finally found the pair of scissors he was looking for and he walked towards Noiz. He locked eyes with the green ones reflected in the mirror and held the stare for a moment before he reached for a white sheet and draped it over Noiz. He tied the ends around the hacker's throat, his exasperation draining out of him with the familiar act. He may not have liked Noiz but he was still a hairdresser and enjoyed his work. He could behave professionally… Hopefully.

Noiz decided to do the smart thing and keep any further snide remarks to himself, at least until Koujaku would put down the sharp scissors. He watched Koujaku as he pulled off his hat and threw it on the bed. The hairdresser ran his fingers through his blond strands, gently combing them out, and he glanced at Noiz in the mirror before he began cutting away. Noiz couldn't help admiring the man's steady hands as they snipped away at his hair. It was kind of like when he typed on one of his keyboards. He continued to study Koujaku's expression, wondering why he looked so conscientious. He'd expected the worst, considering their animosity towards each other. He'd half expected to leave the house with a ridiculous bald patch or something but Koujaku was carefully trimming his hair with all the dedication and care of a professional. Noiz was almost sorry when the job was done and Koujaku took a step back, not before glancing at Noiz's new look in the mirror first. Noiz did the same and he had to admit he looked good. His hair was a little longer than before, almost unperceivable to someone who didn't hang around him for long periods of time, but it was short enough not to get in his eyes and be a bother.

'That should do it.' Koujaku untied the knot around Noiz's neck and removed the sheet, letting the cut strands fall to the floor. He was going to sweep them away later.

'Yeah. Aoba will like it.' Koujaku was folding the sheet when he heard Noiz's unexpected comment and he stopped to gawk at the younger man.

'Why would it matter if he liked it?' Noiz didn't look at Koujaku but he was very much aware of his questioning glare. He shrugged absentmindedly.

'Because I kissed him before and I was thinking of revisiting the subject.' It took all of Noiz self-control to keep from smirking when Koujaku dropped the sheet. He watched the red eyes open impossibly wide and the man's jaw dropped as if weighed down with bricks. Frankly he was surprised Koujaku hadn't heard from Aoba about their little kiss already. It had been nothing more than an impulsive act on his behalf, just to prove a point, but he apparently was the only one who didn't read too much into it… He remembered Aoba's reaction and he had to reign in that troublesome smirk again.

'You-You what?!' Noiz sighed, as if the subject was old news, and he turned the seat so he could face Koujaku.

'I. Kissed. Aoba.' Watching Koujaku struggle to wrap his mind around what he said was great fun.

'Why?!' Noiz shrugged nonchalantly.

'Because I felt like it. It was fun. He tasted sweet.' Koujaku was getting angry with Noiz and it began to show. He was quickly getting over his initial shock and his protective side was bearing its fangs. He'd always thought of Aoba as a younger brother and he felt compelled to look after him, ever since they were kids and he would comfort Aoba when he was lonely and crying. That was the original reason why he had such an aversion to Noiz. He felt like he was a bad influence on Aoba and every time he showed up trouble seemed to follow. Alright, maybe he was seeing only what he wanted to see but that didn't change the fact that he didn't think Noiz was anywhere good enough to be around Aoba!

'What are your intentions brat?' In a flash, Koujaku had his fists bunched in the hem of Noiz's shirt. The hacker could have easily pried them off but he looked calmly into Koujaku's blazing eyes instead. He smirked at the other, his eyes narrowing threateningly.

'I'm sure you can figure that out or did you take too many hits to the head during your Rib fights? You probably had the same intentions with the customers you brought here.' Before Noiz could say another word he was being lifted to his feet and the world spun around him. He felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs when Koujaku pressed him hard into the nearest wall. He was still getting used to feeling the pain of every bruise and every scratch, courtesy to Aoba's Scrap, and Noiz took a second to savour the burn.

'You little piece of-'

'Koujaku! Did you forget what you told Aoba already?' Beni's interruption came too late. Koujaku was already seeing red and his Allmate wasn't going to bring him back to rational thinking that easily.

'Stay out of this Beni. I told Aoba I'd try but there's just no way with this brat!' Noiz glanced at his Allmate and the cube got the message loud and clear. Before Beni could say anything else, Midori whispered something to the bird and he fell silent. Noiz turned his attention back to Koujaku, his breath quickening a little at the murderous intent in the dark depths of the red eyes. Koujaku hadn't looked that intense even when they'd been taking down Toue's henchmen in Oval Tower…

'Sigh… Why are you freckling out over this? It was just a kiss.' Koujaku opened his mouth to tell Noiz it wasn't just a kiss! It was a kiss! Articulating himself had never been his strongest point…. But fortunately he never had to. Noiz took advantage of the drooped guard and he pressed his lips to Koujaku's, watching as the eyes went comically wide again. He felt the warmth of the stunned lips and ran his tongue along the bottom one before withdrawing. 'See. Just a kis-'

Noiz swallowed back the end of that sentence when he felt ravenous lips attacking his surprised ones. He'd hoped to coax Koujaku into something similar but he hadn't expected the hairdresser to respond so soon. An unfamiliar tongue pushed inside his mouth and Noiz felt it rub against his momentarily paralysed one. When he felt it run over his piercing he was shook out of his daze and he tangled their verbal muscles together. Koujaku kissed him like it was a fight and he had every intention of making him admit defeat. Teeth nipped at his lips and a soft noise escaped his throat. When they broke apart they were both panting and they locked eyes, each noting the dilated pupils of the other.

'It's not just a kiss. It's an invitation.' The corners of Noiz's lips twitched into an impish grin.

'Then take it and show me what you've got, old man.' Koujaku's eyes narrowed and he pressed Noiz harder into the wall. Things were moving too fast for him to have time and question his motives. All he knew was that something burst inside him. He wanted to rip Noiz's clothes off and make him yell out in pleasure. He didn't know how he got from the desire to punch him to a bloody pulp to the desire to fuck him but he couldn't deny he lusted for the brat.

'I'm not old you damn beansprout.' Koujaku pressed his mouth to Noiz's with even more fervour than before. His fingers prayed loose the lime green tie, letting it fall carelessly at their feet. Noiz fiddled with Koujaku's decorative collar, finally managing to unclasp it while he felt the swordsman unbutton his shirt. Hands boldly explored plains of muscles and Noiz arched into the touch. He ran his own fingers along Koujaku's neck, sliding down the undulating curves of his tattoo. The swordsman's tongue delved deeper into his mouth, the kiss turning more feral, when he brushed his fingertips over the inked nipple. He wanted to smirk but Koujaku's lips were relentless, not giving him an inch of freedom. When they broke apart for air, a thin trail of saliva ran down his chin and he felt the older man lick along it, rubbing his tongue over the silver studs just below his lips. Noiz didn't feel anything when he got the piercings but Koujaku's taunting licks made him hiss with barely supressed pleasure.

Koujaku marvelled at how easy it was to draw reactions out of the blond brat. He would have assumed Noiz would be a cold lover, nonchalant like he was in every other situation but the briefest of touches seemed to send the boy in a frenzy. He remembered Aoba mentioning something about Noiz 'feeling more' after his Scrap but he hadn't paid much attention to his friend's words. He had been on one of his rants about how Noiz annoyed him and he hadn't been in the mood to be sympathetic… He made a mental note to ask Aoba again about Noiz's Scrap and then immediately crumpled up that note and threw it in an imaginary bin. Why would he care enough to ask about the obnoxious pain in the ass?! He was clearly just delirious with lust and his brain was shutting down the rational side of his thought process. Well he already decided to throw caution to the wind so why not add this to the pile of bridges he resolved to cross when he got to them?...

Noiz noticed Koujaku was distracted by something, his hand moving slower across his chest. He couldn't have that… He pressed his lips to the man's throat and began sucking along the skin, making sure to nip softly along the way and press his piercing into the teeth indents. He heard the other man sigh and he knew he was doing a fine job. His shirt was pushed down his scarred arms and he shivered at the change in temperature. Aoba was always on his case to wear thicker clothes now that the cold actually bothered him but Noiz liked his outfit the way it was. Besides, Koujaku always walked around in that flimsy kimono, showing more skin than he hid, and he was fine… Yes, he'd noticed the swordsman's muscled body before and yes, he'd felt lust coil inside his gut like a snake. Honestly, how was he supposed to resist riling the guy into a fight if the reward was getting to feel strong arms pin him down and the man's heat since he was always so adamant on invading his personal space?! Despite popular belief, he was still only human.

He felt fingers scratch down his abdomen and heard the jingle of his belt being unbuckled. The sound brought him right out of his thoughts and he sucked in a sharp breath when Koujaku's hand roughly pried his trousers down his hips. He glanced down in time to catch the fingers sneaking inside his boxers and he bit his lower lip at the sight. He could feel Koujaku watching him and a moment later teeth scraped along his jawline. His hands wound around the broad shoulders, drawing the hairdresser closer to him and his hips automatically bucked into the hand touching his erection. He felt Koujaku hesitate when the fingertips came in contact with his numerous piercings and Noiz dug his nails into the skin below them. That seemed to make up the other man's mind and a moment later Noiz was struggling to bite back embarrassing sounds. He shuddered when he felt Koujaku's breath on his cheek and kept his eyes tightly closed. He wanted to observe everything but he couldn't seem to force his eyelids to open. It seemed his body was as stubborn as the rest of him…

'Guess I shouldn't be surprised you got piercings on your dick too. You're a messed up kid.' Noiz attempted to scoff but the sound came out strained and forced. He groaned when Koujaku squeezed a little firmer, pressing the metal accessories into the tender flesh.

'You have…no idea….' It was the most intelligent response he could muster under the circumstances.

'Annoying brat. You must always have the last word.'

'Part of my charm…' Using superhuman strength, Noiz managed to crack his eyes open and turn to Koujaku but he was surprised to find the swordsman gone. He blinked, his foggy mind trying to understand how it was possible for the man to evaporate but for his touch to still linger and please him. When he felt strong hands pull his trousers lower down his thighs, until they pooled around his knees, Noiz looked down and gasped. Koujaku was kneeling before him, a wicked glint in his poppy red eyes and a sexy smile on his lips. Noiz had only dared dream of having the hot-headed Rib fighter kneel before him…. Needless to say, his imagination paled in comparison to the reality.

Koujaku never sucked off another man with a pierced dick before and he was curious. He kept his eyes glued to Noiz's incredulous green ones as he flicked out his tongue and felt flesh and metal. He felt the shivers run through the thinner body like electric jolts and he arched an eyebrow. If one lick was enough to make the boy go weak in the knees then he was going to be a mess by the time he finished with him. He liked that idea very much indeed. He pressed his lips to the shaft, moving them along it until he reached the head. A silver ring pinched the skin just under the tip and he licked over it tantalisingly. Noiz moaned through clenched teeth and he balled his hands into helpless fists, pressing them into the wall by his side as he watched Koujaku torment him. He'd never felt pleasure like this before, having been too busy to consider sex in the confusing weeks following Platinum Jail's demise, and he desperately wished the man would just give him a break and hurry up. As if reading his mind, Koujaku gave a languid, long lick along the underside of Noiz's length.

'What happened to all that charm of yours now?' Noiz figured the sadist wanted him to beg and he was desperate enough to actually consider it… He opened his mouth to say something sassy but just as his tongue began formulating the first syllable Koujaku pushed his mouth down the twitching member. Instead of words, a moan so wanton it would have made a cheap hooker blush escaped Noiz's larynx. He pressed a hand over his mouth but the damage was done and he couldn't stand to see the victorious glee in the swordsman's eyes. Noiz pressed his head against the wall, his hand still pressed to his mouth, while he experienced a pleasure so exquisite it forced his eyes to shut tightly.

He pressed his palm so tightly against his lips he cut off his ability to breath. He had to rely solely on his nose but no matter how hard he tried he simply couldn't seem to fill his lungs with enough oxygen. Noiz felt dizzy but he refused to lower his arm. The sound of Koujaku's wet tongue moving over his flesh and the occasional swallow made him buck into the mouth. Unfortunately hands held his numb hips down but Noiz's head was spinning too much for him to realize this and he continued to thrust against the hold. He didn't even notice fingers spreading his thighs apart at first, not until those same fingers began inching closer to his exposed entrance. Some small part of him knew what to expect next but he still reflexively jerked away from the intruding digit. Koujaku held him with one vice-like grasp and distracted him with his mouth as he pushed the finger further inside him. It wasn't the worst thing Noiz felt, far from it, but it was new. His toes were curling inside his booths and he told himself to relax. He concentrated on the feel of lips moving around his cock rather than fingers pressing against the walls of his entrance, delving deeper inside him like cutthroat pirates plundering for treasure.

Suddenly a searing heat rushed through him and Noiz's hand dropped from his mouth. He had to press his palms against the wall to steady himself as moans began streaming from his open mouth. A fresh wave of pleasure broke over him when Koujaku thrust his fingers at a new angle. He'd had sex before and he remembered seeing his partners break down when he found their prostate and pushed against it. He'd never had the privilege of feeling what that was like himself…not until then. Koujaku continued to ram his fingers into that spot, over and over and over and over again until Noiz was certain he was losing his mind. He felt his pleasure build inside him and it was ready to snap like a string pulled taunt at any moment. He clawed at the wall and his hips bucked into Koujaku's mouth more frantically. Beads of fresh perspiration rolled down his face and wet, blond strands fell into his eyes. He was so damn close….

'Not so fast.' Noiz's eyes snapped open to gawk into Koujaku's grinning face. He suddenly found himself deprived of the swordsman's touch and he couldn't understand why. He gritted his teeth when his foggy brain finally managed to assess the situation and glared murderously at the amused Rib leader.

'This is fighting dirty.' Koujaku shook his head ruefully, his fringe swaying with the taunting movement.

'I thought it was understood there was never anything clean about this.' He leaned in, his lips an inch away from the other parted ones. He watched Noiz's eyes drop to his lips and grinned. 'And I don't fight dirty, I fight to win.' Noiz barely held back until that sentence was done before he pressed his mouth against Koujaku's anticipating one. They tongues met in a feral dance and Noiz practically jumped into the other's arms when he felt them reach for his waist. He felt himself being pushed higher along the wall until he was looking down at Koujaku from a slightly elevated position. His legs automatically wound around the lithe waist and his arms crossed around the arched neck. He let Koujaku tongue fuck his mouth while he opened his trousers enough to release his neglected member. Noiz felt the organ rub against the cleft of his ass and he moaned into the kiss, making it perfectly obvious his patience was long gone.

Koujaku's lips disentangled from Noiz's and he latched onto the youth's throat instead, his breath burning the pale flesh. The hacker gasped when he felt the tip of Koujaku's member nudge against his entrance and begin pushing inside, stretching him in ways no two fingers ever could. With each inch he was pressed harder against the wall and he could feel the swordsman's body all over him. There were so many sensations titillating his rusty nervous system he didn't know what to focus on. When he was half-way in, Koujaku suddenly jerked his hips and pushed the rest of the way in with one powerful thrust. Noiz felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs and he arched his body against Koujaku's. He was grateful for the short pause and he struggled to calm down the rush of blood flowing to his ears, deafening him to everything other than the drumming of his heart. He was still trying vainly to relax when the other man began moving. Salacious sounds left his mouth as if Koujaku reached out and physically pried them loose with his long fingers. He had no control over the situation at all and he loved it. Noiz hated being submissive but every time he remembered that, Koujaku drilled into him and he momentarily forgot his own name.

It didn't take long for Noiz to mumble something about coming and for his fingers to claw desperately at Koujaku's shoulders. The thought made Koujaku rut inside the blond with more fervour, feeling the piercings along Noiz's member scratch against his abdomen. Everything about the beansprout was sharp and unyielding, even the pleasure. Koujaku sought Noiz's mouth with the readiness of a starving man chasing the last morsel of food. They shared a sloppy, wild kiss and Noiz knew he was at his limit. He choked on his yell as the bubble of pleasure burst and its contents drowned him. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes from the sheer intensity of the white hot release. Koujaku continued to move inside him, making his sensitive body shake uncontrollably until he felt something warm on his thigh. At least the swordsman had enough mind left to draw out in time, not that Noiz would have had the will to stop him from doing whatever he wanted. He rested his forehead on Koujaku's shoulder, his lungs filling with large gulps of oxygen. He finally got the chance to experience 'mind-blowing' sex like a normal person and he doubted he could stand up straight after that…

'Erm, Koujaku?' Noiz felt Koujaku hum against his neck, their bodies still wrapped around each other while they enjoyed the blissful afterglow of sex. 'Aoba's on his way here. He just turned into our street.' Beni's words was as effective as a slap across his face and Koujaku drew back to stare at Noiz who met his gawk evenly. Unlike the old man he had no problem with letting their friend catch them in the compromising position. He was going to find out about them eventually anyway….

'He's twenty steps from the door!' Midori jumped around excitedly as if this was a game. Seeing the growing panic in Koujaku's eyes, Noiz sighed in defeat. Having friends was troublesome indeed…

'Aoba, you look worried.' The man glanced at his Allmate and patted his head reassuringly, more for his own benefit than Ren's. He was standing in front of Koujaku's door, bracing himself for whatever bloody sight awaited inside. Well, at least the house wasn't burned down…

'That's because I am worried. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to leave them on their own.'

'You're overthinking this. Aoba, they are both adults. If anything, they will keep from hurting each other because they both care about you.' Aoba closed his eyes and sucked in a steading breath. Ren was right… Noiz and Koujaku weren't children, though they sometimes acted immaturely. Surely they could be trusted to keep from fighting for half an hour. He'd delivered his goods as quickly as humanly possible, constantly dreading he'd hear police sirens rushing to Koujaku's house.

Deciding he was defiantly overthinking this, he pushed the door open. Koujaku was expecting him so he didn't bother knocking. As soon as he took the first step he heard angry mutterings from his childhood friend's bedroom and shuffling of clothes. He frowned and walked towards the noise. The two didn't notice him right away and Aoba had a second to notice their rumpled appearances and dishevelled looks. Even the usually composed Noiz looked messier than usual as he was staring idly towards the window. Koujaku looked positively flustered, fidgeting with his kimono, clearly trying to make it look presentable but failing miserably.

'God damn it!' Aoba felt anger bubble inside him. It was obvious the two had been fighting again and he couldn't believe they could be so juvenile!

'Ao-Aoba! This is not what it looks like!' Koujaku's automatic jump to the defensive didn't help change Aoba's mind. Noiz swept his bored gaze over the two casually. Well at least he didn't bother denying the obvious!

'It's exactly what it looks like! You two were fighting again! I asked you for one simple favour. Ugh! You two are driving me mad!' Koujaku widened his eyes, exchanging a quick glance with a smirking Noiz.

'Yes! We were fighting! Sorry about that…' Aoba threw his arms up in exasperation while Koujaku scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. Noiz rolled his eyes, not seeing the point of this charade but keeping quiet about it for the time being. He had every intention of sleeping with the swordsman again and he doubted Koujaku would appreciate him disclosing their dirty little secret. It made little difference to him either way. It was entertaining to see the older man freak out anyway.

'Honestly! How old are you Koujaku? I mean-' Aoba continued to give out to the man like a stern mother to a child and Noiz didn't bother hiding his grin at the display. Unfortunately this only invoked Aoba's maternal rage and he turned his attention to him. Noiz didn't dare interrupt again.

'Psst! Ren, get over here.' Beni beckoned the black dog over to the windowsill with the motion of his wing. The Allmate easily stepped out of the carrier bag, placed on the floor by Aoba's feet, and hoped to join the other two Allmates.

'What is it Beni, Midori?' The red bird leaned in conspiratorially and Ren realized Aoba wasn't meant to hear whatever the quick-tempered Allmate had to say. He highly doubted the humans were listening to them anyway but he played Beni's game and leaned in to hear what the bird had to say.

'Koujaku and the brat weren't fighting.' Ren's ears perked up curiously.

'That's right! They were-' Midori whispered the last part of that and had Ren not been that close he would have missed the word entirely. He glanced at Beni and the bird nodded his confirmation.

'But then why would they lie to Aoba? He would be happy to hear they are no longer fighting, at least for now.' Beni did his best impression of a shrug, being a bird.

'I think Koujaku needs a bit of time to process this. He didn't exactly plant for this to happen.'

'Noiz did.' The dog and bird turned to gawk at the rabbit cube. 'Yep, he'd been planning something like this for a while now. He doesn't open much so it's hard to see it but I spend most time with him so I knew all along.' Midori was clearly very proud of the fact. 'I recorded the whole scene.'

'Why would you do that?!' Beni flapped his wings to show his agitation. He flew to perch on Ren's head. The dog's soft fur always calmed him down….

'Because I'm spyware. It's what I do and Noiz will want to look over the footage later.' Ren and Beni were silent at that. Even if they spent almost all their lives in the company of humans, sometimes they couldn't understand their behaviour. All three Allmates turned to glance at the men thinking pretty much the same thing. Humans were bizarre creatures…

Ah, naive and lovable Aoba... XD I hope it was a fun read and please leave me that review, if you have the means and the time!

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