Amethyst Meets Crystalline
Summary: After the incident of being raped by Azura, Florian was visited by Noir who slaps reality back to the blonde's face. Reminding him that he is still in Noir's possession. Only this time, Noir plays rough... and not even Florian have the strength to fight him back. (Happens after vol.3 & 4)
Florian wrapped his arms around himself as he held his own shaken body close to him, "The way he dealt with my helpless body felt so dirty... so unclean... He always comes into my mind every time I close my eyes and he always haunts my dreams." The blonde trembled, feeling as if the disgusting desire was coming back to him.
His cold hands. His burning desire.
Those blue eyes... beautiful as they may be, but nonetheless belonged to that of a demon. The Blue Devil of Meghreb.
"What're you saying!" Noir snapped angrily, slamming his fist on the nearby wall and making Florian jump in surprise. "You belong to me, Florian! And I'm not the type to share!" The thief snarled, feeling the gust of anger rising up to his cheeks.
You never gave me that much attention.
A kiss. Soft and sweet. Long and gentle. One that is filled with so much lust, yet so much passion. One with strong and protective arms wrapped around a slim and frail figure, not letting the wonderful moment end so soon.
As the Masked Noir's lips left the Rochefort's, Florian's purple eyes looked up to the thief's. "You are mine, Florian..." Noir whispered as he leaned his head down to the blonde's neck, his breath tickling Florian by the skin. "No one else can have you..."
Your words... scary as they may be... but why do I feel so warm...
The Rochefort was slammed to the wall and the next thing he knew was that soft lips were covering his once again and that warm hands were reaching up under his shirt, "...Because I still have a debt to pay you?" Florian asked in the middle of the kiss.
"No." A short reply.
"...Because you still have a debt to pay my heart..." Florian's eyes widened suddenly, unable to speak of what the thief had just said.
Noir smiled at the blonde's reaction and leaned down again, running soft and chaste kisses upon Florian's neck.
You are so beautiful...
Rigid hands caressed a small and fragile chest as they skillfully made their way to the buttons of the shirt, unbuttoning the fabric that was covering the pale white skin. Those hands slipped inside the cloth, massaging them softly on the blonde's nipples in circles.
"Noir, s-stop." Florian breathed, feeling himself tremble at the dirty feeling and telling his senses not to enjoy it. Your touch...
But the thief didn't stop. Instead, he proceeded down to Florian's pants and slipped it inside, making Florian gasp all too suddenly.
...It burns like his.
"Please, Noir..." The next thing Florian knew was that his clothes were now under his feet in a heap. "Noir, please don't." Florian begged as soon as Noir pressed himself closer to Florian's body. He was aroused. He knew he was.
His mind couldn't stand the pressure, but his body was screaming for more. "You are in no position to order me around, Florian." Noir smirked as he ran his hands from Florian's back, down to his bottom. With one swift movement, the thief lifted the blonde closer towards his body and forced the blonde's legs to wrap around his waist.
The younger man pressed his lips to his amethyst possession, trying to make it as wonderful as possible to prevent his object of affection to fear him.
I'm not going to hurt you...
"N-no... Please! Noir..." Florian trembled, trying to push himself away from the black-haired man.
Noir placed Florian softly on the bed as he got on top of the blonde, slowly taking off the garments around his body. "No... Please..." Florian looked up to the thief pleadingly, clouding up his amethyst eyes with tears. A trickle of those crystal teardrops running down from the blonde's eyes. Noir saw this and plopped his body slowly on top of Florian's, placing a palm to cover Florian's eyes.
As soon as he did, he placed his lips softly on Florian's. "I don't want to see you cry..." Noir said, removing his palm to look into Florian's purple orbs. "...You're staining them."
"Noir--" Florian whispered, closing his eyes at the feeling of Noir's lips digging down into his shoulder and torso. "Please don't hurt me..."
"I won't." Noir said as he ran his tongue on the blonde's bellybutton.
...I never want to hurt you, Florian.
"Ah!" Florian bolted as he felt the thief's mouth toying with his member. The Rochefort's knuckles started to turn white as he gripped on the sheets of the bed, trying his best not to cum while Noir's mouth is still around his manhood. "G-Get it out." Florian hyperventilated, his back arching at the shameful act.
Beads of sweat started to form from the blonde's forehead as everything felt spinning, making him remember the eerie feeling of Azura's touch. "A-Ah! G-get away from me, bastard!" Florian screamed.
Noir... help me! H-He's... he's...
"Florian, calm down!" Noir exclaimed, cupping the blonde by the face. "Don't touch me! Don't. Touch. Me!" Florian screamed, his tears flying out in all direction because of his thrashing. "Florian, it's me! Cut it out!" Noir snapped as he slapped Florian right across the face, calming the blonde a little. "Noir... a-ahh... haa..." Florian wheezed, feeling his body limping because of the immense pain throbbing inside his head.
"Florian--" Noir instantly pressed his lips to the blonde's, running his tongue hungrily and lustfully around the Rochefort's mouth. "Noir..." Florian breathed, his tears running down slower than before. He felt being pressed against the bed's headstand and as he looked up, he came face-to-face with the soft smile of the Masked Noir. "Look into my eyes and see me... you will forget about him, Florian." Noir informed as Florian nodded numbly.
A sudden thrust alerted Florian's five senses and the next thing he knew was that Noir's body was pressed to his too closely. "N-Noir... ku! Haaa... Ah!" Florian closed his eyes heavily, trying his best to erase the memory of Azura's touches before, "Noir..." He gasped, digging his nails down to Noir's shoulders in massive pain. "That's it... just say my name." Noir (not minding the pain in his shoulders) whispered into Florian's ears, making the blonde tremble than he already was.
Florian couldn't stand it any longer; the pain was just too much. His grip around Noir slowly loosened as his head fell limply forward unto the black-haired thief's shoulder. "S-so... tired..." He breathed, taking in gulps of air hungrily.
Noir felt chuckling at the blonde's innocence as he embraced the blonde, setting a hand behind Florian's head to pull him closer. And as Noir kissed the blonde's head, a sudden thought came into the blonde's mind.
A pause. Silence.
"If I... If I could've told you... right away... that Azura was the culprit..." Florian paused and right then, Noir knew what was coming, "Would you have believed in me?" The blonde's tears came running down again, "Or would have believed in him? Because he's your friend -- your brother?"
Silence once again.
When the Masked thief didn't say anything, Florian's face dropped lower. His arms went around Noir's waist and he wrapped them loosely. "Stop asking stupid questions." The thief simply said, making the blonde tense for a moment. The next thing the Rochefort knew, was the fact that he was slammed back down into the bed on his belly.
The blonde screamed as he felt Noir's erection ramming inside of him so suddenly and painfully, burying his face and wetting the sheets and pillows with his tears. "N-Noir-- A-Ahh!" Florian sobbed, feeling as if his entrance was being ripped apart. "S-Stop... p-please... stop..." The blonde pleaded, not being able to handle the pain any longer.
"I'll never stop..."
"I'll never stop, Florian." Noir whispered coldly, making Florian's tears gather around at the corner of his eyes. "I'll never stop."
"Yamete--" Florian entreated, feeling the wave of nausea surrounding him. "Onegai, Noir... y-yamet-" The blonde was brought into a fit of insanity once again when he felt Noir's hand gripping into his genitalia, gripping it firmly and squeezing out all of the Rochefort's cum out.
Florian didn't know what was happening now. All he knew was the fact that everything started to haze and that he felt Noir's cum-full fingers entering his mouth, smothering the amethyst-eyed man's mouth with his own cum.
He felt his trembling and cold body being lifted up to lean back to the thief's. And as his beautiful eyes stared blankly into space, he allowed his head to be placed carefully on the Masked Noir's shoulder, making it hang limply. But nevertheless, the thief was still beautiful. He was looking dreamily at the thief's face only inches away from his.
He was crying again. He knew that Noir hated his amethyst eyes to be filled with crystalline tears, but he couldn't suppress the pain beating loudly inside his heart.
"It's hard..." Noir suddenly answered, making Florian listen to him silently. "... To choose between a good friend..."
"...And from the person you love..." Florian's eyes shot wide for the second time from the words coming from Noir.
I feel so confused...
"But I'm definitely happy..." Noir said while he lifted the blonde's chin up, looking into Florian's amethyst orbs. "...That I get to make the right decision."
...When I'm with you.
"So that's why..."
"...I don't want you to doubt my feelings... Florian."
I love you, Florian.
Florian's tears instantly came flooding down, and the next thing he knew was that he was hungrily kissing the younger man from below, his hands wrapped tightly around the thief's wrists and pulling him down to him.
I love you, Noir.
"I love you..." Florian breathed, melting at the thief's touch around his body. "...So much." He silently added.
It was then that I realized...
...That it wasn't only Noir that has me...
...But we both had each other.