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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      DRAMAtical_Murder_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Noiz/Sly_Blue_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Noiz/Seragaki_Aoba, Koujaku/Seragaki
      Aoba, Koujaku/Noiz/Seragaki_Aoba, Trip/Virus_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Character:
      Noiz_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Sly_Blue_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Koujaku_
      (DRAMAtical_Murder), Trip_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Virus_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Light_Bondage, Semi-Public_Sex, Switching,
      Dirty_Talk
  Series:
      Part 2 of Ruin(ed)
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-20 Updated: 2016-06-20 Chapters: 4/? Words: 6705
****** Destroy(ed) ******
by toxzen
Summary
     Sly was presented with an opportunity to change his and Aoba's life
     forever, but before he could make a decision, Noiz's life was put in
     danger by a mysterious drug procured for him by the yakuza look-
     alikes.
***** Prologue *****
Chapter Notes
     huge thank you to everyone who begged me for an update! you gave me
     the motivation i needed!
     edit: 2/24 i decided to get rid of the mink/clear sub plot i was
     going to have since that made things too complicated. i'll probably
     add a new prologue later
“Sly!” Noiz yelled as he shook the boy’s bare shoulders. “Sly!”
“That’s not going to do anything,” Virus said as he put his hand on the small
of Noiz’s back.
“Sly!” Noiz repeated without heeding Virus’s words. It felt like his stomach
had sunk all to the floor. His throat was closing up around a sob that was
sending trembles through his body. His mind couldn’t fully wrap itself around
what had happened. He bit his lip and his fingers dug into Sly’s shoulders.
The older male’s eyes were closed. His face was smooth, pale, and
expressionless. Gradient blue hair pool on the pillow around his head.
“Well, this didn’t work at all,” Trip muttered under his breath.
“Half of it worked,” Virus said. “I’m sure he just needs a little more time.
“What the fuck did you sick psychos do to him?” Noiz demanded as he rounded on
the look-a-likes. His fists were shaking and he sucked in deep lungfuls of air
as he glared at the yakuza.
“Oh, Noiz,” Trip purred as he wrapped an arm around Noiz’s shoulders. “We
didn’t do anything.”
“Quite,” Virus said with a laugh. He cupped Noiz’s chin in his hand. “Noiz,
this is all your doing.”
“What?” Noiz whispered.
“This is your fault.”
***** Chapter One *****
Chapter Summary
     Noiz wakes in the hospital
     tw: suicide mention
Six Weeks Earlier
 
Noiz blinked open his eyes and shifted slightly. A soft rattling drew his
attention to his wrists. They were cuffed and chained to the railings that
flanked the bed he lay. Heavy blood-stained bandaging wrapped around one of his
arms. With a soft cry, he sat up, jerking against the cuffs. The memory of what
had happened came flooding back to him as he stared down at his arm.
“Noiz.” A hand found purchase on his shoulder.
He looked up and met Sly’s yellow eyes. His brows were knotted together as he
gazed down at the younger boy.
“How are you feeling?” he murmured as he stroked Noiz’s cheek.
“What happened? Where am I?” Noiz whispered.
“The hospital, dummy,” Sly said with a reassuring smile. “Do you…remember what
you did?” Sly spoke the words hesitatingly.
Noiz nodded slowly as he looked down at his arm. A sudden realization dawned on
him.
“It doesn’t hurt,” he whispered as he jerked his head around to stare about at
Sly.
“You’re pretty drugged up, bunny boy,” Sly said.
“Drugs,” Noiz murmured. He started to reach up to his neck, where Trip’s needle
had penetrated his skin, but the cuff stopped him. “Why are these stupid things
on me?” he demanded as he shook the chains.
“They thought you’d try to do it again,” Sly said quietly. “You’re on suicide
watch, Noiz.”
“Suicide…” Noiz stared up at him. “But I’m not—I didn’t—"
“I know that, but they don’t,” Sly said as he ran his fingers through Noiz’s
hair. “What happened, Noiz?”
“Trip,” Noiz said in a hoarse voice. He cleared his throat. “Trip gave me some
sort of drug.”
“Trip did this.”
Noiz looked up hurriedly and flinched as he saw the anger contorting Sly’s
face. The blue-haired boy's fingers tightened around his locks of hair. Noiz
winced, though there was no pain.
“Not this,” Noiz said as he lifted his bandaged arm.
“What did he give you?” Sly said through gritted teeth.
“I don’t know. Some sort of drug. He said it’d wear off, but in the meantime.”
Noiz rubbed his cheek, the one that Trip had struck, against his shoulder.
Sly grabbed his chin and jerked his face around.
“Did he hit you?” he whispered.
“He was just proving the efficacy of the drug,” Noiz said quickly.
"I'll fucking kill him,” Sly whispered, his grip on Noiz’s chin tightening.
“Sly, wait,” Noiz whispered as he tried to tug out of Sly’s grip. “Stop.”
Sly didn’t notice as his eyes clouded over with anger. The yellow had taken on
a palpable sharpness. Noiz whimpered. He knew what Sly was capable when he was
angry, or even just annoyed. The thought of him being that way now when Noiz
was so...vulnerable sent a shiver down his spine.
“Please, stop.”
Sly blinked and quickly released Noiz’s chin.
“Did I hurt you?!”
“No, I just…I got scared that you would,” Noiz whispered.
“Bunny boy,” Sly murmured as he rubbed the boy’s shoulder.
Noiz sniffed quietly.
“Hey,” Sly said as he rested his knee on the edge of the bed.
Noiz looked up at him and Sly leaned down. He pressed his lips to the
blond’s. Noiz moaned into the kiss and pushed off the bed. Sly laughed as he
pulled back. He climbed onto the bed and kneeled over Noiz.
“These cuffs aren’t so bad, you know,” Sly said as he ran his fingers over
Noiz’s bare arm, the one that wasn't wrapped with bandages.
“Sly,” Noiz looked hurriedly over to the door of his hospital room.
“Don’t worry,” Sly said. “I requested that we weren’t disturbed.” He unbuckled
his pants and unzipped them.
“Sly,” Noiz whispered as he watched the boy’s movements. His cheeks were
heating up and he quickly lowered his eyes to the pilly blanket that covered
him.
Sly reached behind himself and slid his hand beneath his pants. He gasped
quietly and Noiz swallowed as his cock twitched.
“Wait, what about—?" Noiz began.
“Don’t worry, Noiz,” Sly said with a laugh. “I sorted things out with that
pissbaby.” He pushed his pants and underwear off and squirmed out of them. He
was already half-hard and Noiz’s breath caught as he saw Sly’s fingers buried
in his own ass.
The blue-haired boy moaned as he continued to finger-fuck himself. Noiz groaned
and strained against the cuffs. Sly laughed at the sound of the rattling
chains. He bent down and pulled aside Noiz’s hospital gown and blanket to
reveal his semi-hard length. Noiz whimpered as cold air brushed over his cock.
Sly caught the boy’s tip in his teeth and nibbled delicately. Noiz moaned as he
dropped back against the pillow. Sly thrust his ass in the air and continued to
pilfer it with his fingers.
“Fuck,” Noiz whispered as Sly continued to toy with his cock.
“Mm, you’re so wet,” Sly murmured as he flicked his tongue against the tip of
Noiz’s cock.
“Hurry up,” Noiz hissed.
“So impatient,” Sly tutted, but he sat up and crawled forward on his knees. "I
don't have any lube or condom so please be gentle with me." He slowly removed
his fingers from his hole. 
“Sly,” Noiz said through gritted teeth as his cock throbbed.
Sly lowered himself slowly onto Noiz’s dick. He winced as Noiz’s length spread
him apart. A quiet whimper left his lips and he caught hold of the bed’s rails.
Noiz thrust up hard and Sly cried out. His legs trembled and he dropped onto
Noiz’s cock with a soft moan.
"I said be gentle," Sly pouted.
"Shut up." Noiz groaned and thrust up shallowly. He sat up and gripped Sly’s
calves, which were in reach of his chained hands.
“You’re so tight,” Noiz murmured as he sneered at Sly’s flushed face. Sly
whimpered as he drew himself off Noiz’s length and dropped back down. Noiz
thrust up with more fervor and Sly cried out. He grabbed his dick and began
pumping himself quickly.
“Mm, Noiz,” he whimpered.
“Yes?” Noiz whispered as he raised his brows.
“F-faster.”
“You know there’s not much I can do in this position,” Noiz said with a leer.
“Fuck yourself on my dick, Sly.”
Sly moaned and picked up the pace. He rocked his hips ruthlessly and Noiz
gritted his teeth. At first it had been a bit uncomfortable without lube, but
Noiz's precome had helped slick his passage enough to let him move freely.
Suddenly Sly cried out and came all over his chest. His passage tightened and
Noiz gritted his teeth hard to keep from coming.
"That was quick," Noiz hissed as he continued to thrust into the older male.
"Have you been pent up?"
"Fuck off," Sly muttered as he dropped his forehead to Noiz's chest. He mewed
quietly. "Please cum. It's too much."
"Make me," Noiz shot back.
Sly whimpered. He sat back and Noiz stared at his face. He was sucking on his
bottom lip as placed his hands on Noiz's shoulders. He lifted himself up and
then dropped back down. Noiz grunted slightly. Sly set an awkward pace. His
face was twisted in intense pleasure as he worked. Noiz dug his finger nails
into his calves. Sly whined loudly. He dropped forward and rested his teeth
around Noiz's nipple. Noiz gasped and his hips twitched. Sly bit down hard on
his nipple. Noiz cried out and rammed deep into Sly's ass. Sly whimpered as he
felt Noiz's hot cum course into his passage.
“Fuck,” Sly whispered as he fell against Noiz’s chest.
“Lift your hips,” Noiz said.
Sly did as he was told and Noiz’s cock slid out of his hole. Sly sighed as
cum dripped out of his passage. He shivered and Noiz laughed quietly.
“Not bad with the cuffs, eh?” Sly said as he sat back and looked at Noiz.
“Not bad,” Noiz agreed with a laugh. "You look good fucking yourself.”
“Why, thank you,” Sly sneered. Carefully he climbed off of Noiz and went to the
sink. He took a towel and wetted it. He dabbed it on the cum that stained his
shirt before wiping Noiz’s smut juice that was drying on his ass. He returned
to the bed and cleaned Noiz up. The blond blushed at his ministrations and Sly
laughed openly. He unhooked the cuffs and helped the boy sit up. Noiz rubbed
his wrists before slipping out of his hospital gown.
“Well, is there a fresh one?” he said with a scowled as he stared at Sly who
was openly checking him out.
“Don’t know,” Sly said as his eyes continued to roam over Noiz’s naked body.
“Sly.” Noiz chucked the soiled gown in Sly’s face and the older male laughed.
“Doesn’t matter. We’re checking you out.” Sly went to the chair that sat in the
corner and picked up the bag that he had left there. “I brought you a change of
clothes from your apartment.” He handed the bag to Noiz.
“I’ll let the nurses know you’re ready to go.”
“Am I allowed to go?” Noiz asked as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure of it.” Sly swooped in and left a light peck on
Noiz’s forehead. Noiz blinked as he stared at Sly’s retreating back.
His stomach sank as one particular memory from that night resurfaced. He
couldn’t be sure if he had heard it or felt it or if it had even happened in
any way at all, but he could still hear those three words echoing in his head
in Sly’s voice.
I love you.
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Summary
     Noiz pays a visit to Mizuki, and bumps into Koujaku.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Hey, Noiz, what's up?" Mizuki said with a grin as he walked behind the
counter.
Noiz looked up from the glass of water he had been sulking over. One of the
members of Dry Juice had let him into the club, even though it still
wasn't opening time. He had been discharged from the hospital three days ago.
Though he and Sly had spent the night together after he got out, the blue-
haired youth had reverted to his less appealing self and Noiz hadn't seen hide
nor hair of him since.
"Nothing," the blond mumbled under his breath as he sipped his water. The Dry
Juice member had refused to give him alcohol no matter how much pleading Noiz
did. 
"You look a little down; did something happen?" Mizuki asked as he leaned
against the counter.
"No," Noiz mumbled. He pulled the sleeves of his sweatshirt further over his
hands.
"You don't have to tell me," Mizuki said, "but just know you can talk to be
about anything whenever you need."
"Uh, thanks," Noiz said. He still didn't fully understand Mizuki. He was just
too damn nice for Noiz to feel completely comfortable around him. Seemingly
nice people had always been playing some angle in Noiz's experience. The fact
that Mizuki didn't seem to have an ulterior motive was all the more off-
putting. 
"You don't have to look so surprised," Mizuki said with a laugh. He reached out
and rumpled Noiz's hair. "You're Sly's boyfriend, which makes you my friend."
"Boyfriend," Noiz murmured under his breath. He hadn't heard anyone refer to
them as such, even though they were official.
"Yeah, unless something's changed recently," Mizuki said with a laugh. He
stopped when he saw Noiz crinkle his nose. "Oh, god, you two didn't break up
did you?"
"What? No, of course not," Noiz said hurriedly. "I've just never had a
boyfriend before," he added, rubbing the back of his neck. 
Mizuki laughed. The sound of the bar door opening turned their attention away
from each other. Koujaku stepped inside. He gave a wave to the pair as he
brushed rain droplets off of his kimono.
"We're closed," Mizuki said jokingly. 
"Haha," Koujaku said. "It's really coming down out there. Do you have a towel?"
He walked to the bar and sat down beside Noiz.
Noiz snorted. Koujaku could be a real diva some times.
"Yeah, I'll grab you one," Mizuki said. "You two behave." He brandished a
warning finger at the pair before he went back into the tattoo parlor. 
"'Sup," Koujaku said half-heartedly. 
The pair hadn't seen each other since Noiz had drunkenly come onto Koujaku and
then turned into a sobbing mess. Noiz shifted uncomfortably on the stool and
wrapped his arms around himself. 
"Hey," he said lamely.
"How are you and Sly doing?" Koujaku asked. There was a tightness in his voice
that denoted how he still wasn't thrilled about the dating arrangements.
"Fine," Noiz said with a shrug. "Oh, thanks by the way."
"You mean about the other night?" Koujaku asked with a small frown.
"No, you and Aoba letting me and Sly do it that way."
"What way?" The dark glower that covered Koujaku's face made Noiz shift
uncomfortably.
"You know," he muttered under his breath, "me topping Sly."
"The fuck did you say?" Koujaku demanded as he grabbed the front of Noiz's
sweatshirt and yanked him off the barstool.
"What the fuck?" Noiz yelled. "You were cool with it; you can't back out now."
"And what exactly was I cool with?" Koujaku growled. His face was mere inches
from Noiz's. His eyes flashed a deep red.
"Me fucking Sly," Noiz snapped at him. If he had anything resembling a survival
instinct, he would not have said that.
"Son of a bitch," Koujaku snarled. He dropped Noiz and swung his fist into the
smaller male's face.
Noiz yelped from the impact and stumbled backward. He tripped over his feet and
landed hard on his ass. Koujaku loomed over him. He leaned down and grabbed
Noiz's sweatshirt. Noiz gasped as Koujaku drew his fist back again.
"Wait! Stop," Noiz panted. Blood was trickling out of his nose and dripping
over his lips. "Why are you so angry? Sly said you guys all talked about."
"Sly said that?" Koujaku hissed. "Did it never occur to you that Sly was lying
to you?"
"What?" Noiz said, staring up at the older male with a confused expression.
"Lying to you," Koujaku enunciated loudly. "He never talked to me about this,
and Aoba certainly didn't agree to this; he would have told me."
"I," Noiz began. He blinked several times. "I thought..."
"Oh for the love of--come on. Can't I leave you two in a room together for five
minutes without there being blood?" Mizuki stood in the doorway of the tattoo
parlor with a disapproving expression on his face.
Koujaku sighed and stood up. He held out a hand for the towel. Mizuki shook his
head as he walked across the room. He handed the towel to Koujaku. Koujaku
knelt in front of Noiz and offered it to him.
"Sly lied to you," he said flatly.
Noiz scowled at him as he took the proffered towel and dabbed at his face. 
"That's what he does," Koujaku continued. "He lies and manipulates people."
"What happened?" Mizuki asked. 
"Sly lied to Noiz about something," Koujaku said. "Something that will really
hurt Aoba."
"Oh," Mizuki said.
"Would you two shut the fuck up?" Noiz yelled. He slammed the hand that held
the towel on the floor. "You don't know what you're talking about."
"Noiz, you just said that Sly told you Aoba and I are cool with you topping,"
Koujaku snapped, "and I'm telling you we never had this conversation."
"Fuck you. You can't call him a liar and manipulator for that," Noiz shot back.
"We shouldn't even have to put up with your stupid requests."
"They're not stupid; have some respect for Aoba's situation." Koujaku started
forward, but Mizuki caught his arm.
"Whoa, Koujaku, hold up."
"What's going on?" The sound of that voice made everyone look around slowly.
Aoba stood in the doorway in his brain nuts jacket. He was frowning as he
glanced between the trio's shocked faces. "What's this about respecting my
situation?"
Chapter End Notes
     Just a little recap: in this story and its prequel Aoba has DID. Sly
     and Aoba are two completely separate personalities. Basically imagine
     two people in one body. I know this confused a few people when they
     were reading Damage(d), so just wanted to throw that out there for
     clarity's sake.
***** Chapter Three *****
Chapter Summary
     Noiz drowns his annoyance and Sly shows up
Chapter Notes
     sorry i barely update this anymore. i've been working on the other
     dmmd fic i have going but i still love this story and want to see it
     through to the end.
“What’s this about respecting my situation?” Aoba asked as he paced slowly into
the room. His hair was damp from the rain and clung to his pale, round face. He
glanced down to where Noiz sat on the floor and gasped. “Noiz, you’re
bleeding.” He hurried forward and crouched down in front of the younger male.
“Are you okay? What happened?” He cast Koujaku an accusing glance.
Koujaku flushed and glanced away. Noiz quickly got to his feet. He hid his
bruised and bloodied nose behind the towel.
“I’m fine,” he said hastily.
“What’s going on here?” Aoba said with an aggrieved sigh. He rose to his feet
and glanced between Koujaku and Noiz. When neither provided an answer, he
turned to Mizuki.
“Uh,” the tattooist said slowly. A raised eyebrow from Aoba made him gush out
the truth. “Koujaku punched Noiz.”
“Koujaku,” Aoba said as he glowered up at the male.
“He was being a dick,” Koujaku supplied in his defense as he gestured in Noiz’s
direction.
“You still didn’t have to punch me,” Noiz said in a nasally voice. He was
squeezing the bridge of his nose to keep more blood from trickling out into the
towel.
“You deserved it and you know it,” Koujaku shot back.
“And what exactly does this have to do with my ‘situation’?” Aoba said as he
folded his arms.
Both males hemmed and hawed awkwardly as they cast around for an appeasing
answer that wouldn't touch too much on the truth.
“You guys,” Aoba said in an annoyed voice. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
“I wanted to top Sly,” Noiz finally said with a rush. He knew he would be at
Koujaku’s mercy if he said that he had in fact topped Sly. “Sly said it was
alright, but when I brought it up with Koujaku, he punched me.”
“Because we couldn’t just have an adult conversation about it, could we?” Aoba
said as he glanced up at Koujaku.
“He was being an entitled dick about it,” Koujaku snapped.
“Why did Sly say it was alright?” Aoba asked as he looked back at Noiz. “We
talked about this.”
Mizuki mumbled something about needing to go into the tattoo parlor and quickly
made his exit. Noiz looked after him enviously.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled finally. “We didn’t do it or anything,” he added as
he quickly glanced between Koujaku and Aoba.
“Sly’s been acting weird, I think,” Aoba said. “I came to in some back alley
somewhere. He totally shredded these guys in Rhyme. Is he alright?” He looked
Noiz for an answer.
“Why wouldn’t he be?” Noiz snapped. He tossed the towel onto the counter and
stuffed his hands into the pocket of his sweatshirt.
“I don’t know,” Aoba said with a shrug. “I just get a bad feeling, is all.”
“I’m sure he’s doing fine,” Koujaku said reassuringly. “He’s like a cockroach;
he can survive anything.”
“Oi, fuck off,” Noiz said. He pulled his hand out of his pocket and gave
Koujaku a light shove.
“Noiz, what’s that?” Aoba asked.
Noiz’s stomach sunk to the floor. His eyes slowly followed Aoba’s gaze. His
hand was still on Koujaku’s shoulder. They all stared at his forearm. His
sleeve had ridden up to his elbow, revealing the bandaging around his arm,
which was stained with splotches of blood.
“Nothing.” Noiz snaked his arm back as if he’d been scalded. He yanked his
sleeve down and quickly hid his arm in his sweatshirt pocket.
“Noiz,” Aoba said cautiously, “that didn’t look like nothing.”
“Well, I said it was nothing, so it's nothing,” Noiz yelled.
“Noiz,” Koujaku snapped.
“It’s okay, Koujaku,” Aoba said. “He doesn’t have to talk about it.” Aoba’s
eyes were downcast as he said the last words.
“That’s right. I fucking don’t have to talk to either of you about me or Sly.
We aren’t even friends so why would I?” Noiz shoved past Aoba and headed for
the door.
He heard Koujaku yell after him, but Aoba appeased him. Noiz pulled up his hood
as he ducked out of the bar door and into the rain. He had wanted to unwind a
bit at Mizuki’s, but being there and enduring that mini interrogation had had
the exact opposite effect. Noiz had too options to take the edge off things. He
could either get shit-faced at a bar or find Trip and Virus and get shit-faced
with them. He opted for the former. The last time he’d seen one of the
lookalikes he had gotten drugged into feeling excruciating pain. He didn’t like
the idea of having that happen again.
He decided that, since it was a bit too early to go to a bar, he would pass the
time by either annihilating or being annihilated in Rhyme. Honestly both had
their appeal. He moved through the backstreets to one of the alleys where he
knew Ruff Rabbit liked to hang. He hadn’t been around his Rhyme team in some
time, though he’d still been doing his job where they were concerned.
He was greeted amicably by his teammates, all of whom seemed excited to see him
after so long. He even allowed for a small smile when the largest guy on his
team, a man who surmounted even Koujaku in height, picked him up in a huge bear
hug. He confided in his teammates his burning desire to Rhyme until he was a
mess and then get dragged to a bar to become an entirely different kind of
mess.
They indulged him on both accounts. After about four hours of cruising the
streets of Midorijima looking for anyone and everyone to Rhyme with, they
decided to hit up a new club that had just opened. It was beyond Benishigure
and Dry Juice territory so Noiz didn’t have to worry about bumping into any
affiliates of Koujaku or Mizuki. He didn’t want word of his debauchery to get
back to Aoba. He was still a bit pissed with the blue-haired male that he had
been asking about how Sly was doing. Sly would be doing just fine if Aoba
ceased to exist.
Noiz’s head had started to ache after Rhyme'ing for so long, but several shots
of alcohol quickly dulled the pain. His body wasn’t above assaulting him with
neurological pain, which was what had drawn him to Rhyme in the first place.
The shots also alleviated any inhibitions he had previously had regarding his
dance abilities and he found himself on the dance floor with his teammates.
After intoxicating himself and forcing himself to stay in dark, overcrowded
places such as bars and nightclubs, Noiz had gotten over his anxiety that used
to manifest in such scenarios. It helped that he was genuinely having a good
time with his Rhyme teammates. They were a cool group of guys and they didn’t
treat Noiz, their leader, like Benishigure treated Koujaku, i.e. by worshipping
him. Considering the fact that Noiz could disappear for months on end and Ruff
Rabbit managed just fine, he was more of a glorified treasurer for the team
than anything else. Tonight, this manifested in the form of opening a tab for
his team and letting them buy whatever they wanted.
After about eight songs on the dance floor, Noiz disentangled himself from his
teammates and staggered over to the bar. By now he was sufficiently drunk off
his ass. When he reached the bar, he sagged against it and released a long
sigh.
A hand suddenly descended on his shoulder. He looked up in annoyance to find
Trip smirking down at him. Noiz gasped and yanked away from the older blond
only to bump into someone else behind him. He knew who it was even before
looking. Virus’s face carried its typical taciturn expression as he adjusted
his glasses.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Trip said as he leaned against the counter.
“Fuck off,” Noiz snapped. “You better not stick anything else in me. Unless
it’s that of course.” Noiz glanced down at Trip’s crotch.
The yakauza lookalikes laughed loudly.
“We heard about your little hospital trip,” Virus said. “How are you feeling?”
“Nothing,” Noiz said with a benign shrug. “You were right about it wearing off.
I’m all back to my fucked up normal.”
“If you like, we can give you another shot,” Trip offered.
“Thanks, but, like I said before, I would only want this.” Noiz slid his hand
down Trip’s torso and cupped the older male’s crotch.
"Are you drunk, Noiz?" Trip said with a bemused smirk.
Noiz shrugged. His mind was actually tumbling around inside his head; his limbs
didn't feel entirely attached to his body; and his blood felt like it was lava
in his veins.
“Now, now, Noiz,” Virus said as he caught Noiz’s wrist and pulled him away from
Trip. “You’re in a relationship. You can’t go around soliciting sex from other
men.”
“Sly wouldn’t be happy if he heard about this,” Trip said as he caught Noiz’s
cheeks between his thumb and forefinger and squished them together.
“Sly can go fuck himself,” Noiz worked out between his squashed-together lips.
“Aw, did you two have a fight?” Virus asked. He coiled his arms around Noiz’s
neck.
“He fucked shit up with me, Koujaku, and Aoba,” Noiz explained. It was a bit
difficult to talk what with Trip still squeezing his cheeks together. He batted
the yakuza’s hand away.
“That is a complicated situation,” Virus purred in Noiz’s ear. “You know, we
have given Sly a solution, but he seems hesitant to take it."
“What do you—?” Noiz began, but he was cut off my familiar voice.
“Oi, what are you dickheads doing to my boyfriend?”
“Sly!” Noiz gasped as he twisted out of Virus’s grasp and looked toward the
sound of the voice. Sly stood a few paces away from the bar. His arms were
folded. He was dressed in a tight black tanktop, an orange and navy hoody, and
dark-washed jeans. He also had on a scowl. His hand flashed out and he grabbed
Noiz by the wrist. He yanked the boy toward him.
“Keep away from what’s mine,” he said as he flipped off the lookalikes.
Virus and Trip simultaneously raised their hands in surrender. Sly growled
under his breath. He turned around and hauled Noiz out of the club. Noiz
demanded to know what the fuck Sly was doing, but he didn’t get an answer from
the other male. Sly dragged him down an alleyway a few blocks away from the
club and pinned him to the wall behind a dumpster.
“What the fuck were you doing?” Sly hissed. He was close enough that his nose
brushed Noiz’s.
“Fuck off,” Noiz whined.
“You were coming on to them; I fucking saw you. We said we were exclusive,
Noiz.”
“I was just joking around,” Noiz snapped as he tried to push Sly away from him,
but Sly had successfully anchored himself in place only a few inches from Noiz.
Noiz huffed and twisted his face away from Sly. He folded his arms and stared
at the side of the dumpster. “I’m fucking pissed off at you,” he announced.
“How come?” Sly snapped. “I’m the one who should pissed what with you acting
like a slut.”
“I wasn’t doing anything,” Noiz yelled. Sure, he had been flirting a bit with
Trip, but honestly the not-twins scared him now. Flirting had seemed like a
sensible way of disguising this fact from them.
“They’re the reason you ended up in the fucking hospital, Noiz!” Sly shouted
back at him. “You need to stay the fuck away from them.”
“I can do whatever the hell I want! Which is apparently what you do.”
“The fuck does that mean?”
“You lied to me about talking to Aoba and Koujaku,” Noiz said sulkily. He
glanced up at Sly’s face, which was still twisted in a dark scowl. “They didn’t
agree to letting me top. I got punched in the face because of you.” Noiz jabbed
a finger at his lightly bruised nose.
“I can have you do what ever the fuck I want with my body,” Sly hissed. He
grabbed Noiz’s hips suddenly and flipped him around.
Noiz gasped as Sly pinned him to the wall. The older male grabbed his wrists
and pinned them to the small of his back. Noiz whined in protest against the
rough handling.
“And I can do whatever the fuck I want to your body,” Sly hissed as he slid his
hand around Noiz’s torso. He dexterously flicked Noiz’s belt open and
unbuttoned his pants.
“Sly, stop,” Noiz mumbled. “I don’t wanna do it here.”
“Too bad,” Sly snapped. He yanked Noiz’s pants and underwear down below his
ass. “This is what you get for acting like a pissy bitch and a slut.”
“I wasn’t doing anything!”
“Shut up, unless you want someone to hear us and come watch,” Sly purred in his
ear. He pushed his forefinger past the tight ring of muscle and curled it
against Noiz’s inner walls.
Noiz moaned. The idea of someone finding them was frighteningly arousing. He
bit his lip to keep his voice from carrying and pushed his hips back on Sly’s
finger.
“See, you’re getting into it,” Sly said as he forced another finger into Noiz’s
twitching passage. “‘Cause you’re such a fucking slut.” He shoved his fingers
in ruthlessly and Noiz whimpered loudly. The blond’s twitching heat sucked in
Sly’s fingers. Sly gasped. He pressed his crotch against his hand and rolled
his hips as he slowly fucked his fingers into Noiz.
“Sly,” Noiz gasped out.
“Hm? You want something, bunny boy?”
“P-please,” Noiz whispered. He pushed his hips back desperately. Sly’s fingers
couldn’t get deep enough, nor was the stretch they were creating enough to get
him hard.
“What do you want, Noiz?” Sly whispered in his ear.
“Fuck me, please.”
“Good boy.” Sly yanked his fingers out of Noiz’s passage.
Noiz grunted and bucked his hips back. Sly chuckled quietly. He released his
hold on Noiz’s wrists. Noiz brought his hands to the wall. He lowered his chest
slightly and pushed his hips back. Sly pulled out a condom. He tore open the
package and quickly unrolled the latex onto his cock.
“I don’t want to catch anything,” he said as he pressed the tip of his cock to
Noiz’s hole. “Just from clinging to those two you probably caught something.”
“Sly,” Noiz gasped anxiously.
“Don’t worry. I’ll still fuck you even if you are dirty.” Sly caught Noiz’s
hips and pulled them back.
Noiz yelped as Sly forced his dick into his passage. He’d barely been prepared
at all and even with the lubricated condom, it was difficult for Sly to force
his cock in. Noiz mewed loudly as his passage pulsed. He knew this would have
been excruciating if he could feel the pain. As it was, it was achingly
arousing. His cock throbbed and the leaking tip pressed against the front of
his sweatshirt.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Sly hissed as he thrust his hips forward.
Noiz cried out as Sly buried his cock inside his passage. He moaned loudly and
shifted his hips to better seat himself on Sly’s dick.
“Okay?” Sly asked in a tight voice.
“Mm-hm.” Noiz nodded quickly.
Sly pulled out and thrust back in. Noiz moaned and his head dropped between his
arms. He rocked his hips back as Sly set to work. He didn’t bother finding a
coherent rhythm, instead opting to pound into the smaller male with abandon.
Noiz moaned and whined loudly. His head was spinning from the alcohol that was
still swirling through his system. His veins felt like they were on fire and
his limbs were beginning to tremble.
“Sly, please, touch me,” he begged, knowing full-well if he moved his hand from
the wall, he would spike his face against the bricks.
Sly grunted. He reached his hand around and grabbed Noiz’s dripping cock. He
chuckled quietly as he smeared Noiz’s precome over the tip of dick.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Sly hissed. “Does it turn you on? Getting fucked where
anyone can see you? You’re a little exhibitionist, aren’t you bunny boy? You’d
probably cum on the spot if someone saw you like this.”
“Sly,” Noiz protested desperately. Nevertheless he was incredibly turned-on by
the possibility of being seen. He rutted forward into Sly’s hand.
The older male laughed quietly as he continued to fuck Noiz. His thrusts were
slowing down though and Noiz could tell from the way Sly’s cock throbbed inside
of him that he was close.
“Noiz, I’m gonna cum in your dirty ass,” Sly hissed.
“Please,” Noiz begged as he pushed his hips back. He squeezed his ass as best
he could to elicit Sly’s orgasm from him.
Sly gasped. He twisted his wrist sharply and Noiz came over his hand and the
alley wall. He cried out and his passage tightened around Sly’s cock. The blue-
haired male gasped and stilled his hips. He hunched over Noiz’s back, pressing
his forehead between his shoulder blades. His body shook as his orgasm burst
out of him. He unloaded deep inside of Noiz, the condom catching his cum, but
Noiz could still feel the hot liquid. He moaned loudly. His knees were shaking
dangerously.
Sly pulled out, releasing his hold on Noiz’s hip and now limp dick. Noiz
gasped. He dropped to his knees on the alley floor. He whimpered loudly as his
body continued to shake from his orgasm.
“Careful, bunny boy,” Sly said. He slipped the used condom off and tossed it
aside. After he had tucked himself away again and wiped his cum-covered hand
off on the inside of his hoody, he bent and caught Noiz’s pants. He helped pull
them up over Noiz’s ass. “Can you stand?” Sly asked as he petted Noiz’s hair.
“Mm, I think so,” Noiz mumbled. He zipped his pants and buckled his belt.
“Come on, up you go.” Sly caught Noiz by his armpits and hauled him to his
feet.
Noiz stumbled backward against him and his legs would have given out again had
Sly’s strong arms not twined around him. Sly chuckled lightly.
“Having a little trouble?”
“‘M drunk,” Noiz mumbled, “and you fucked me really hard.”
“You wanted me to,” Sly pointed out. He propped Noiz against the dumpster and
turned around. “Hop on,” he said as he bent forward slightly and offered his
back to Noiz.
Noiz climbed onto him, none to gracefully. Sly grabbed his legs and hoisted him
higher. Noiz wrapped his arms around Sly’s neck and buried his face into the
boy’s hair. Sly winced slightly as his hair was lightly tugged on, but he
didn’t tell Noiz to sit back. He quite liked the feeling of the boy’s steady
breathing on the back of his neck.
“We’re going to your apartment, bunny boy.”
“I don’t wanna have sex again,” Noiz protested weakly.
“We’re going to sleep,” Sly said with a laugh.
“But if you sleep, Aoba will come back,” Noiz mumbled.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there tomorrow morning,” Sly promised.
“Good.” Noiz cuddled against Sly’s back and closed his eyes.
He fell asleep on the walk back to the apartment. Sly woke him to get out his
keys. Noiz slid off Sly’s back and staggered to the door. The alcohol was
really starting to fuck with his motor skills. He pulled out his keys and tried
to get them into the lock. After the third unsuccessful attempt, Sly took them
from him with a laugh. He fitted them easily into the lock and opened the door.
Noiz mumbled about how he would have managed eventually. Sly helped him to his
bedroom, where Noiz flopped immediately onto his bed. Sly pulled off his shoes
and helped him out of his pants as well. Noiz moaned happily as he crawled
toward his pillows.
“Oi, take off your sweatshirt, moron. It’s covered in your cum.”
“Sorry,” Noiz mumbled. He sat up and struggled to take off the garment. He
ended up taking his t-shirt with him. He didn’t mind though. He tossed both
articles of clothing aside and dropped back onto the pillows.
“Skooch over,” Sly ordered. He shoved lightly on Noiz’s hip.
Noiz groaned quietly as he shifted slightly on the mattress. Sly rolled his
eyes. He shed his clothes down to his briefs and crawled into bed with Noiz. He
pushed the boy over a good foot so he was in the middle of the mattress before
plopping down beside him.
Noiz snuggled back against Sly. He pressed his hips against Sly’s crotch. If
Sly hadn’t sufficiently spent himself in Noiz’s ass already, he would have
popped another erection from the little move. As it was, he only gave Noiz’s
ass an admonishing slap.
“Keep that up and I will fuck you again,” Sly warned.
“Mm, ’s okay,” Noiz mumbled.
“No, you’re fucking spent,” Sly said. He pulled the covers over them and
wrapped his arm around Noiz’s waist.
“Sorry,” Noiz mumbled.
“It’s fine. I’ll just fuck you tomorrow.”
“No, about being a slut.” Noiz’s words slurred together, but Sly managed to
decipher them.
“Noiz, I was just giving you a hard time. I’m sorry.” Sly pressed a kiss
against the nape of Noiz’s neck.
“I promise I’m clean,” Noiz said.
“Noiz, I was fucking with you. I really didn’t mean anything by it.” Sly sat up
on his elbow and stared down at the smaller male, who was illuminated by the
moonlight spilling into the bedroom.
“’S okay,” Noiz mumbled. “You weren’t wrong. About me being a slut.”
“Noiz, it doesn’t matter how many guys you sleep with or whatever,” Sly said
sternly. He pulled Noiz onto his back and grabbed the boy’s chin to make him
look at him.
Noiz pouted at him. His bright green eyes practically shone in the light of the
moon.
“I don’t actually think you’re a slut. I was just pissed off when I saw you
with Trip and Virus. You can’t trust those two snakes. Trip left you completely
fucked up last time. Stay away from them, okay?”
“Okay,” Noiz said with nod.
“And I’m sorry I let you top me even though I didn’t actually work that out
with Aoba and Koujaku,” Sly said with a sigh. “It just pisses me off that we
have to cater to what Aoba wants. Beside that you looked so fucking sad in that
hospital bed, I wanted to cheer you up.”
“It’s okay,” Noiz said with a small smile. He wrapped his arms around Sly’s
neck and pulled him down for a brief kiss. “Koujaku is super pissed at you,
though.”
“Ignore him. He’s just pent up because Aoba doesn’t let him fuck him.”
Noiz giggled quietly. He rolled back onto his side. Sly wrapped himself around
the blond once more and kissed his temple.
“Sleep well, bunny boy.”
“Night, Sly,” Noiz mumbled sleepily.
When Noiz awoke the next morning, he found himself with a raging hard-on and
Aoba in Sly’s place.
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