A/N: I think I have a smut problem *sigh* and if you read 'What's Love Got To Do With It', then you'd know this. XD So here is some Nozo x Cross smut for the road with a hint of triplet fluff. Enjoy and please review! XOXOXO
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from D. Gray Man.
A Father's Return
II.
The Marians searched high and low for their missing son. Nozomi, who already had very little to no patience with the child, was all but turning the order upside down. Yelling that if he didn't come out soon and put on his clothes, she'd shave his head. Jelani, much like his father, believed a man couldn't look good if he wasn't dawning the finest clothes and jewelry, and if his hair didn't look good. The triplets, like their father, had long vibrantly red hair, but their mother's smooth wisps. Jelani, at times, could be just as conceded as the man that fathered him… much to his mother's disliking.
"There's 'Lani!" Josiah pointed, still wrapped around his father's leg.
The triplets weren't hard to spot at all (they were the only children, and were just as loud and obnoxious as their father), and as soon as the pinkette caught a glimpse of her fleeing son, she quickly took off after him. Jelani squealed in delight, messing with his mother was just as amusing as screwing with his father. He quickly bolted around another corner, leaving nothing in his path but a flashy view of his heavily animated children's underwear. Cross sighed, at the rate he was going, he was never going to get laid. And despite wanting to see his children, and be home in general, the man simply just wanted to fuck his wife… nothing more, nothing less. And Jelani, like always, was messing with the man's plans. He continued to swagger his way in the direction his wife had ran off into, two of his three kids continued to hang off of him like a jungle gym.
"Jelani Suman Marian! If you don't put these clothes back on right this minute! I am going to choke you!" Cross heard his wife yell. He sighed, the way they spoke to their children sometimes… no, see, Jelani brought that out in people. There was just something wrong about the boy, well, there was something wrong (in one way or another) with all his children. Which is why he was so adamant about not fathering anymore. He watched with mild interest as the pinkette struggled to redress the squirming boy, who was all fits and giggles at his mother's determination. Cross arched a brow, he could see up Nozomi's skirt… and she was wearing the red lace panties he loved so much. Oh yeah… he needed to touch her… now.
"Jelani," The man's voice boomed, startling his other children. "Put your damn clothes on, now."
The little boy stopped fighting his mother, his large eyes questioning his father as he contemplated what to do next. Listen to his father or run and be grounded for the next couple of weeks. Listen or be grounded, listen or… "Hey papa," Jelani said coolly, stopping his struggling. "Sorry mama." The little boy said sweetly, pieces of his hair falling into his face, making him resemble his father all the more.
Cross sighed proudly, finally, maybe now he could get his pinkette to himself. Nozomi flashed the man a smile that showed her gratitude, a blush forming in her cheeks as he intently zoned on her. Not even bothering to disclose his lustful stare around their children, who didn't seem to noticed the way their papa way looking at their mother… like at any moment her could pounce and devour her alive.
"C'mon, let's get you home." Nozomi said as she scooped Jelani into her arms, signaling for her husband to follow.
"Um, dearest, how about you let Komui watch them?" The man suggested.
"Oh, but Komui is so busy and-"
"Nozomi… let Komui watch them." Cross growled, his eye narrowing intently on her.
The triplets noticed the sudden change of tone in the man's voice, their brows furrowing in confusion as they tried to figure out what was suddenly wrong with him. "Papa," Rochelle asked cutely. "Do you need a nap?" She asked, her head tilting to the side. Her brothers too waited expectantly for an answer.
"Yes," Cross said. Suddenly being scrutinized by six little eye balls made him uneasy. "I am very… very… very tired… Rochelle (since she was the only responsible one of the three it seemed), take your brothers and go find your Uncle Allen." The man said, prying his children off of him. Rochelle relished that she was in charge, firmly demanding that her older siblings follow her and her teddy bear, Senor Fluffykins.
Once the pitter patter of feet and the chatter and laughter had vanished, the three little heads no longer in eyeshot, Cross quickly pulled Nozomi to him, flinging her petite body over his shoulder. She blushed profusely, wondering aloud what in the hell the man was up to. But Cross gave her no answers, just stalked quietly to their quarters where he all put kicked the door down. Even their domain hadn't changed a bit, still cluttered with children's toys and drawings, her books, his wines.
Cross was anything but gentle as he quickly stripped his wife bare, tossing her body onto the large bed like one of their daughter's toys. Nozomi smiled at the man's eagerness, even after all those years the man hadn't changed at all. She watched as the man removed his own clothing, his muscles seemingly tighter and stronger, molded to their finalized perfection after years of fighting akuma and training. Nozomi smiled sweetly as the man hovered about her, his tresses hanging gracefully around her as he consumed one of her pink buds into his mouth. Nozomi could all but smell the expensive booze on his breath as his saliva coated her taunt nubs. She moaned in delight, weaving her fingers through his thick, silky red locks. Words couldn't express how much she missed her husband and his… erm… random tendencies. Cross continued to feast on his wife, which had to have been the best thing he'd had in months, as his lips traveled down her snow pale frame.
"Still so beautiful." He murmured before gliding his tongue along the length of her outer lips.
"Can you not look down there please?" Nozomi snapped with a moan, a blush in her cheeks. She was still ever so bashful.
Cross simply chuckled deeply, continuing with his licking business until the pain in his groin became too much for him to handle. After months of waiting and longing for her warmth, he was going to take it and never let it go. He hoisted himself up on his palms and elbows, his throbbing girth rubbed against her entrance as his lips claimed her own. Nozomi could taste herself mixing with the after glow of his alcohol, as he pushed himself into her with so much force the bed shook. The pinkette released a loud wail as he rocked his hips, groaning at the feeling of her tightness consuming every inch of his thickness in a bear hug. The man wrapped her legs around his trim waist, didn't want to screw her right off the bed, picking up his speed as he pulled out to the tip before plunging back in. Basking in the loud cries coming from his tiny wife, Cross roughly bit down on the side of her neck, having his wife violently arch beneath him.
"Damnit Cross!" She moaned loudly, roughly pulling at his hair.
Her husband responded to that by spreading her legs wider, impaling her harder and deeper each time until his wife all but cried out to the heavens. "Fuck me harder, Cross!" Nozomi demanded, giving his tresses another rough tug.
She didn't have to tell him twice. Cross flipped the pinkette over onto her belly, pulling her rear to him as he pushed into her tight ring. Nozomi screamed in delight, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the bed. Cross was transfixed on the bounce of her breasts as he pumped her full of himself, the view of the ass he loved to grab so much, the perfect arch of her flawless back. His grip of her thin hips loosened as he felt his sac twitch then tighten, and removed himself at once. He finished the rest of the way himself, roughly jerking his slick length until he spent onto his wife's back with a throaty grunt. Nozomi all but frowne, craining her neck to glare back at the man.
"What have I told you about doing that shit." She glared, referring to his hot, sticky seed that now painted her flesh.
Cross simply smirked, it was good to be home.