The first; Claude and he sat in a cheap motel room, miles from civilisation. They had been sent there to bag and tag a suspected Empathic, but he had other ideas it seemed, after hours of chasing dead ends they had abandoned the mission for the night. The motel room had been a welcome sanctuary; bitter winds and ice cold temperatures had made for interesting conditions to bag and tag in. In the room, Claude hadn't hesitated to show his true colours; his temper had gotten the better of him and he had hit the nearest object. Unfortunately for him, that had been Noah, who had not thought twice about hurling Claude against the wall. "You do that again, and I'll put you through the wall, ok?" Claude had spat some insult back at Noah before he slid down the wall and slunk over to the mini bar. Living up to its name, the bottles inside were of miniscule proportions. Claude plucked them all out and deposited them on the bed. "How is that going to help things?" Noah had asked as he had twisted the cap off one little Vodka bottle and downed it in one. "It's not, but at least I won't be able to remember this bleeding disaster. Chin chin Rookie..?" He raised a bottle in his direction but Noah had politely declined.

Later that night, after Claude had drunk the mini bar dry, Noah felt the bed sag as Claude flopped onto it. He didn't bother to acknowledge Claude, he simply ignored him as he stretched out across the bed and prodded Noah. "You awake, Rookie? Come on, wake up, I'm bloody bored here..."
"I'm sleeping." Noah said shortly, keeping his eyes shut.
"...Clearly. Come on...I'm bored and very slightly drunk." A point he emphasised as he hiccupped.
"Leave me alone Claude, I'm trying to sleep." Needless to say, Claude didn't stop. Relentlessly, he poked and prodded, irritated and annoyed Noah, but his parenting skills came in handy as he ignored Claude's whingeing. Eventually, he had either given up and gone to sleep or the alcohol in his system had taken a hold of him.

The Second; Claude and he had just completed a bag and tag mission. To celebrate, Claude had helped himself to a large bottle of Whiskey from the bar downstairs; a 'perk' of the job, as he told himself. Noah had said no, and had showered before going to bed. He told Claude he wanted an early night for the drive back home, except Claude hadn't been able to process that properly in his drunken state and had done his utmost to keep Noah from sleeping. Trying every trick in the book, Claude had Noah right where he wanted him as he gave him the bottle. Allowing him only one sip, Noah had pulled a face once the Whiskey hit him and had asked Claude for more. "That's what I like about this stuff..." Claude had said, tapping the bottle gently. "It's guaranteed to get the desired effect. I find, begging for it would work..."
"Not a chance, I'm not that desperate for a drink." Claude disappeared and proved him wrong when he appeared moments later brandishing another bottle. "If anyone finds out..."
"Why would they? Do they know I'm an invisible man? Thought not, Rookie...Now, weren't you about to do something? Oh yeah, beg..." Noah had shook him head but as he watched Claude drink more and more of the stuff, he felt a burning desire to grab the bottle from him and down it in one. Noah waited until Claude looked like he had let his guard down slightly before he lunged across the bed and grabbed Claude's wrist. "Oh yeah, looks like you're not bloody desperate either mate..." Claude took hold of Noah's wrist and let the bottle tumble between them as he shoved Noah against the bed.

"Want to explain?" Noah shook his head but Claude pinned both wrists to the bed and leant closer to him, so close in fact that Noah could smell the perfect mixture of cheap aftershave he doused himself in every day and the sour scent of whiskey heavy on his breath. "Nice stunt, shame you were too bloody slow mate. I'd of expected more from someone as perceptive as you Rookie..." Noah growled slightly, as he had tried to throw Claude off balance and gain the upper hand, but he was a lot stronger than he looked. "Not likely, I'd stop if I were you. You either beg for it or things get that little bit more un-bloody-comfortable for you, which is it Rookie?" Noah could count the times he'd begged for anything in his life on one hand; something Claude couldn't quite match, so he sure as hell wasn't going to beg for a bottle of Whiskey. "I'm not begging..." Claude nodded softly before he leant closer still, Noah could feel his stubble graze his chin lightly and as his hands scrabbled for a better purchase on Noah's, he leant his full weight again Noah. Moments later, he felt Claude sit on his thighs, still pinning his wrists to bed, still leaning intently with a dangerous look in his eyes. "I told you there were two ways, Rookie. You chose the hard way..." A chuckle escaped his lips whilst Noah remained expressionless. Eventually, Claude had given up, but he went to sleep that night safe in the knowledge that Noah Bennet had more than enjoyed their little wrestling game.

The Third; Claude and he had been away for a week, a week that had seen them argue, drink and eventually bag and tag. They had both decided to stay in the cheap motel for another night, as both were too beat to drive home. Claude had brought the drink and Noah had brought himself, and that was all they had needed. Eventually, on the stake outs, Noah had managed to convince Claude to let him drink; it hadn't taken much, especially after he saw how much more fun Noah was with a couple inside him. In the recent missions, they had both drunk too much and had too many close encounters with each other but this didn't stop them cracking open the second bottle of Whiskey that night. "A job well done, bloody well done Rookie. Could have done with you know, finding him a bit sooner but..."
"Don't pick holes in it, we sorted it didn't we?" Noah smiled as he pursed his lips and raised the bottle, feeling himself relax as the alcohol washed over him. Claude pulled off his jacket and dropped it on the floor, grabbing the bottle back from Noah; he greedily poured a generous helping down his throat. "Yeah, it's not water you know. Ease up on it." Claude shook his head and tipped the bottle to the ceiling. His laugh echoed around Noah's head as he watched Claude spill it down his shirt. "Bloody hell, another good shirt ruined."
"Well, you'll just have to take it off then..." Whether he had meant for it to come out the way it did, Claude would never know, nor would he ever care as he ripped the buttons free rather than trying to fumble about undoing them. Noah stood up, to take his jacket off and Claude took the lead, dropping the bottle on the bed, he strode towards him and pushed him against the wall. Claude forced both his hips and lips against Noah's and took great pleasure in the fact that he didn't recoil in the first few moments. He did feel Noah's frame stiffen against his body for a brief second, before Claude pushed further, sending his tongue into Noah's willing mouth. His hands became tangled in Noah's shirt, but he was shocked when Noah's hands drifted down the buttons and helped Claude undo them in record speed. Only pausing for breath, Claude continued to shove himself against his partner, while Noah raised his hands to Claude's hair. Tugging affectionately but firmly, he was able to get enough leverage to push Claude against the wall in his place. "Oh, I see. You're one of those controlling types eh Rookie?"

Noah merely hissed through clenched teeth into Claude's mouth before his hands snaked down to his belt buckle. "And not one for waiting either Rookie, where's the bloody fire?" Noah had wanted to tell him about the fire that burnt in his belly, one that only seemed to be fuelled by Claude's presence, except he never got that far. Claude grabbed the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him as close as possible, before sliding his palm down from his belt buckle, revelling in the moan that Noah forced into his mouth. "Better be careful now, Rookie, you are showing just how much your enjoying yourself... " Noah's words caught in his throat as he tried to speak and all he managed was a strangled groan in its place. "Aha, bloody good, aren't I Rookie?" Noah pulled back from a topless and very excitable Claude and uttered "Don't call me Rookie, I have a name." Claude simply chuckled and pushed Noah against the wall, watching as his shirt fluttered open to reveal a body that had certainly taken a battering over the years. Bruises old and new decorated his skin and semi healed cuts lined his torso, but they didn't stop Noah as he cupped Claude's face in his hands, kissing him softly. Claude knew how he wanted it to end, and Noah knew how he wanted it to end, but it was a case of being brave enough to act on those feelings.
Noah pulled him closer, kissed him harder and let his hips buck against Claude's. "I take it you're enjoying this then, Rookie?" Noah matched his grin and moaned softly, throwing his head back ever so slightly as Claude trailed his tongue over his collarbone. "God yes, don't stop." Claude chuckled and ran his tongue down his chest, getting lower and lower he felt Noah's knees buck helplessly. "Come on, over to the bed Rookie."
"No, I'm fine."
"Your bloody knees went weak then; you think I'm going to bloody balance if you topple over? Not bloody likely Rookie. Now come on, over to that bed. I'm not asking, Rookie." Something in Noah snapped. Sure, he wanted this, he had felt this way about Claude for a long time and hadn't had the guts to act on it. But this wasn't about how he felt, it was about being constantly called 'Rookie' by Claude ever since they first met. He had asked, begged, and told him repeatedly about the name calling, but Claude continued to mock him and this was the straw that broke the camel's back.
Noah's fist connected with Claude's jaw, the force carried him back against the wall and the unceremonious crack his jaw made followed by the slight yelp of pain would have alluded to a lot of pain, possibly even a broken jaw. "What the fuck..?! I think you broke my bloody jaw, you brute! What was that for?!" Noah simply rubbed his angry and now bloodied knuckles before saying softly "If we are going to do this, you call me by my proper name." Not waiting for a reply, he forced himself against Claude, kissing him hard and pressing a hand against his arousal.
Sliding to his knees, he took Claude's arousal and with expertly positioned licks the next thing from Claude's mouth made him smile. "Oh God Noah, don't stop, Noah..."