Disclaimer: I do NOT own Noblesse
Pairing: Tao x Rai
Word Count: 1, 531
Warning: Run-on sentences. Also, the way this is written? It's all over the place. I don't know what happened. Also also, it's only the second chapter but I'm already changing the rating for this story. I'm not sorry.
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Chapter 2
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It's been three weeks since the crème brûlée question popped inside Tao's head. He's avoided Rai since then. Better not to encourage his traitorous, curious mind lest he do or say something stupid.
It wasn't really that hard. Avoiding Rai, that is.
Most of the time, he's out doing patrols with Takeo and M-21. Sometimes with Regis and Seira, with Rael occasionally tagging along. When he's not doing that, he's hauled up inside the control room that he's set up so that he can keep eye on the many sensors that they have scattered throughout the city. Once or twice a week, he would meet up with the agents from KSA to discuss the Union's movements. And then every night, he'd be down in the basement, either to discuss possible strategies with the Boss or to get better acquainted with the dark spear.
Tao's been kept very busy. So, the only times that the question has a chance of making its presence known was whenever Tao is about ready to collapse in bed due to exhaustion at 2 in the morning; or when he wakes up at 7 and his mind is still addled with sleep and his focus is all blurry.
Either way, it hasn't really became a problem just yet. A bit annoying, yeah, because Tao does not want to entertain it - the thought itself is plain ridiculous - but it hasn't really become a problem just yet.
That is, until that very morning.
Apparently, his spontaneous bout of curiosity coupled with his vivid imagination is a bad, bad combination.
What happened was... he was in the showers.
He'd woken up early that morning. Which is ridiculous because he hasn't gotten enough sleep in weeks and he's still so tired he feels like he could still sleep for another hour or ten. But his clock shows that it's already 6:46 - only fourteen minutes more before his alarm blares off and going to sleep and waking up after only a few minutes is just asking for a headache (as he'd learned from the past.) So, Tao decided to get up.
He sat robotically at the end of his bed, waiting for his mind to properly start up and for his body to properly wake up. The question was there again, but Tao ignored it in favor of mentally drawing his schedule for the day. Which wasn't that hard because it's basically the same schedule as every other day.
The only difference is that he's got ten extra minutes so he might as well indulge himself and take a long, relaxing shower. Hopefully, that will help relieve some of the ache in his muscles from training that never really leaves.
Ten minutes later and he's still under the shower, hunched over, hands braced against the wall, enjoying the cascade of warm water against his back and breathing in the tropical fruity scent of his body wash.
He closes his eyes, just feeling. Until his mind's drowning in the pleasant buzz of the shower, numbed from the steam; and his body is so thoroughly relaxed and pliant that it's only natural for his hand to make that lazy trip.
He kept his left hand on the wall, his right sliding across the flat of his stomach, fingers rubbing small patterns with feather-light touches, raising goosebumps on his skin and igniting small flames down below. It felt good and left him wanting more.
He moved his hand up to his chest, slowly, fingers dragging, leaving tingling trails in their wake, leaving him breathless. His breath hitched as his rough palm brushed against his slowly hardening nipples, making the heat between his legs more pronounced, incessant, wanting him to stroke it to life. He gasped as his fingers pinched and his body shuddered.
God, but his body is already so sensitive. He's already half hard and it's not even a minute since he's started touching himself. At this rate, he's not gonna be able to last long.
Tao shook his head, almost in self-pity. It's been so long since he's done this. He couldn't even remember the last time. Probably before they came here in Korea – which is almost half a year ago. Which means Tao is a healthy 24 year old male who hasn't wanked in over 6 months!
It's kind of a depressing thought. No wonder he excites so easily. He's finally getting some action after over half a year of neglecting his needs.
Damn but he'll have to make some time for himself in the future. Not having regular release is not healthy and it's just adding to his stress. But that is a matter to be considered later. Right now he has his needs to attend.
Tao moved his hand again, scratching his neck and digging blunt fingernails in his throat, not enough to bleed but just hard enough that he feels the pinpricks of pain. It made the heat coil even tighter in his belly. He continued to drag his fingers across his chest, his collarbones, and moaned at the sensation. He touched and prodded and pinched until he's panting and so hard that he has to move his hand down to his length and stroke fast and hard.
He's already a moaning mess before he remembered that he wants this to last longer. He forced himself to slow down and take deep breaths.
He's always been so sensitive to pleasure, but now even more so because he hadn't touched himself in so long...
Moaning deep in his throat, Tao gave himself a long, slow stroke, curling his fingers and letting his nails drag lightly across his throbbing veins.
"Fuck."
Tao's slow strokes only lasted for a minute before gaining speed as he goes. He could feel his knees buckling, slowly losing strength as his pleasure intensifies. He presses a finger to his slit, digging, dragging, smearing precome, before he's stroking back down to the base and squeezing lightly, making him gasp around another moan.
Tao groaned as he plays with his balls, squeezing and massaging them until his precome is almost a steady stream of sticky, almost transparent white fluid down his throbbing, hard length.
And then Tao is stroking fast again. Faster and faster and harder. And the heat is growing and burning and Tao is moaning louder and louder as the white hot pleasure grows so intense Tao thought he might explode.
And that's when it happened.
That stupid question reeled it's ugly head in and Tao has already lost his mind to his pleasure that before he knew it, his mind's eye have already conjured a Rai, dressed in his impeccable white uniform, sitting pretty with his eyes closed and with his surprisingly plump lips smeared dark with chocolate and a blush was spreading across his cheeks and he's moaning and opening his glazed eyes to stare at Tao with such a dazed, pleasured expression only velvety chocolate can bring...
...and Tao lost it.
His left arm folded, and his head almost collided with the tiled wall but Tao didn't notice because he's fucking into his fist and he's moaning and groaning and oh god, he's coming. He's coming so hard he has to bite down on his arm to prevent a scream from escaping his throat and holy fuck, that was probably the best, most intense orgasm Tao has ever experienced.
It took him minutes before he can come down from his high. And even then, his legs are still shaking and he's still panting hard. Every tiny movement bringing small jolts of pleasure to his body that hasn't felt this relaxed and satisfied for so long that Tao can't help the sated smile from forming across his lips.
It wasn't until he's dressed and ready to go down for breakfast that he froze, his hand hovering over the doorknob, his mind going numb as the scene that pushed his pleasure above intense heights played over and over in his head.
It was crazy. The way his blood drained from his face for a second only to rash back in so fast in a form of an intense blush. Tao feels dizzy with it.
And then he realized the enormity of what happened.
Tao didn't know whether to cover his beet red face (did he seriously just masturbated to the images of Rai?); or to cover his ears (as if that would drown out the sound of his pounding heart. Or the voice inside his head that keeps reminding him that he just freaking come with Rai's orgasmic face in mind. And wait, what. Orgasmic?)
Tao is going to die. He just know it. His subconscious knows it as is proven by the fact that the voice in his head sounded so much like the Boss does when he's about to slaughter enemies and is laughing manically at their faces...
Needless to say, Tao didn't go out for breakfast that morning.
He's also redoubled his efforts in avoiding the Noblesse. And also Frankenstein. Especially Frankenstein.
But what a futile effort it turns out. Because from that day on, Rai and Franky seems to be everywhere.
Tao suddenly hates his life.