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Heat Things Up

Florian could only hope he wasn't screwing things too badly as he continued to flick his tongue against the frantic pulse of Noir's neck. He was going under the assumption that what he'd liked women in the past to do to him would also apply to what Noir would like and so far it seemed to be working well enough. Changing the feel of his lips upon Noir's neck Florian bit down before savaging the entire length with heated, quick little bites that were as pleasurable for Noir as they were painful. Sucking hard on the marks he was making Florian had no doubt that several of them would remain, marking his territory so to speak. He was looking forward to it. He had no experience seducing men. He'd never honestly thought he'd need any until he'd gotten to know the man in front of him, watching him through passion glazed eyes. But Noir had proven to be his one exception, the only man who'd ever made him burn with a desire to possess and be possessed. More than any woman, Noir had taught him what it truly was to need someone down to your very soul. To love someone so much, that to live without them seemed a hell on earth.

Pulling his hand out from behind Noir's back Florian let go of him completely, using both hands to literally yank Noir's shirt open so that a couple of unlucky buttons came flying off, the others barely holding onto their threads as they hung off the shirt. On a sound of gleeful triumph Florian captured Noir's lips again, his hands roaming along Noir's chest at their leisure, fingers tracing and caressing the perfectly defined chest whose muscles clenched and quivered under his roaming hands. Their eyes both wild and fierce Noir was kissing him back just as passionately, his fingers digging into Florian's shoulders to keep from collapsing back onto his desk in a heap. Helpless aroused by the wickedness of Florian's mouth and hands, it was obvious who was in charge and it wasn't Noir for once. Slowly going mad as his blood heated further from the small, mad sounds Noir was making, Florian couldn't rein himself in much longer and knew it. The air was heavy now, their breaths coming out in short, jagged pants along with moans of pleasure and greed. The bite of Noir's nails into his skin was a vicious pleasure, as much as the feel of Florian's nails scraping along rock hard abs was to Noir. Pulling back once more Florian slowly lowered himself to the floor, bending down on one knee while he kissed and licked his way down Noir's chest until he was at waist level. Leaning forward Florian nuzzled his face against the front of Noir's black pants, smiling against the cotton fabric when Noir's fingers came down to dive into his hair, encouraging and asking him for more. And more he shall have, Florian thought as he lifted his hands, undoing the hook of Noir's pants. Fingers posed to yank the material down off Noir's hips both men froze at the sudden loud banging on the library door. Oh dear God no.

"Courland! Open the door now!" Came the voice of Solomon Sugar, the notorious investigator who seemed to have made it his goal in life to interrupt them when they least wanted to see him. The man had worst timing then a deaf court jester.

"Go to hell!" Was Noir's strained, furious answer, his fingers digging into Florian's hair to hold the blonde in place.

Of course that didn't stop Sugar. It never did. "I'm here with the Chief of Police to talk to you, Noir." Was his gleeful response, always all too happy to ruin Noir's day whenever possible. "We've got six men with us Courland and we aren't leaving until we talk to you. We'll break down the door if necessary." Oh yeah, Sugar was definitely enjoying himself.

"Come back later." Now Noir was sounding a little desperate, instinctively knowing that he was screwed and not in the way he'd been hoping for.

"No, now, Cmt Courland." Came another voice neither man had heard before but instinctively knew was the Chief's. This guy actually sounded like someone they should consider taking seriously. "We have a warrant here to search the house as well as interview you. It's either here or down at the station. The choice is yours."

"Then search the fucking house and come back in twenty minutes!"

"Open the door or we'll open it for you." Was the calm reply.

Standing up Florian's eyes remained locked on Noir's as his fingers deftly rehooked the younger man's trousers with a sound in the back of his throat that was perilously close to a growl, before speaking in his normal voice if a bit strained. "I'll get the door in a minute, Detective Sugar. Just let me a clear you gentlemen a place to sit, as the chairs are otherwise occupied at the moment." Leaning forward Florian gave Noir a quick, bruising kiss which ended with a quick nip of Noir's now rosy, slightly swollen bottom lip. "Get behind your desk." Florian said under his breath, looking pointedly downward before turning to give Noir his back, pushing a slightly shaking hand through his own tousled hair as he walked somewhat unsteadily to the door, leaving his shirt untucked so as to hide just how aroused he was at the moment. Unlocking the door with an audible click Florian turned to make sure that Noir was seated before opening the door to admit the police and Sugar.

The men marching into the room the chief and his men headed straight for Noir while Sugar paused to say hello to Florian, who he had a brotherly affection for. When he did finally put Noir behind bars, Sugar really hoped he'd be able to keep Florian from ending up in the cell beside the bastard. "How's it going, Florian?" Sugar asked, grinning cheekily.

"Fine."

"Aww, a pretty face like yours shouldn't make faces like that." The detective joked, waving a finger teasingly in Florian's face while the chief introduced himself to Noir in front of them. "After all, you don't want to get any wrinkles to destroy that girlie face of-OOPPHH!"

Whatever else Sugar might have said ended on a painful note as Florian's fist came out and plowed into Sugar's gut, causing the older man to double over in pain and fall to his knees on the floor. Respectfully bowing to the police who'd turned to react to the attack Florian gave them a smile that had their blood running cold. "If you gentlemen will excuse me. I have errands to do." Grabbing the door on the way out Florian closed it behind him and then headed down the hallway with the intent to get as far away from the men in that room as possible. If he didn't, there'd only be two people left standing alive in a minute. Or maybe not standing exactly, since he'd had plans for Noir's desk that were now nothing but fond memories. Damn but Sugar was going to pay for this.

Florian opted to seek out Noel and took him out for a trip to the zoo so that they could avoid being around when the police searched the home for whatever it was they thought Noir was stupid enough to leave laying around for them to find. Staying away until it was nearly time for dinner they were met at the door by Laila who looked more than a little relieved to see them back safe and sound. "Noir's been asking where you were." She said as she moved aside so that they could cross the threshold. "The police left an hour ago and he's been in a rage ever since. When I said you'd left to go somewhere with Noel he nearly bit my head off."

"I don't doubt it." If Noir was even half as aroused and frustrated as he was it was little wonder he hadn't gone Middle East on their asses, Florian thought with the ghost of a smile. Always nice to know you weren't alone in your suffering.

"He should be down in a couple of minutes for dinner. Have you two eaten?" Laila asked while she helped Noel out of his coat, looking up at Florian with questioning eyes. She wasn't stupid after all, she knew that it had to be more than the arrival of the police that had set Noir off earlier. He had been moody this morning, but that was nothing compared to the barely leashed rage she'd seen on his face when he'd slammed the door shut behind the police once they'd finished their search of the house. Police had been by before, why had this set him off so quickly? The answer had to lay with Florian, since the demanded to know where he was had been the first words out of Noir's mouth as soon as the door was closed. Now what had happened between the two?

"No, Noel and I will go wash up and meet you all at the table." Taking Noel's hand the two headed up the stairs, stopping at the top as Noir came down from the hallway, now dressed all in black which seemed fitting somehow. He had eyes only for Florian. "We'll be down in a minute." Florian said softly, unable to think of anything else he could say so long as Noel stood there beside him, looking back and forth between the two adults with curiosity on his inquisitive face.

"Where have you been?"

"We went to the zoo." Noel offered bravely, finally drawing Noir's gaze away from Florian, however briefly. "We saw a panda bear."

"We're just going to put Noel's hat and coat in his room and then we'll be down." Not in front of Noel, Florian's eyes conveyed clearly as his purple collided with the emerald of Noir's once more.

Nodding roughly Noir walked around them and headed down the stairs, Noel and Florian continuing on their way towards the boy's room.

"Is Noir mad about something, Florian? Is he mad at you? Is that why we had to go to the zoo?"

"No, everything's all right, Noel. Noir's just being Noir."

Since that was true Noel let it go, happily chatting away about everything they'd seen as they went to his room to drop off his new animal figurines and his outer wear. Goal accomplished they both washed up and headed down to have some dinner, thankfully prepared by someone other than Laila who'd been too busy harassing the police to notice until it was too late. Everyone sitting down for the meal they all got to listen to Noel talk about his day and no one commented on the undertones between Noir and Florian. No one was that stupid. After supper was finished Florian took Noel up to bed and after finishing their nightly routine tucked the boy into bed and read him a story. Staying until Noel was fast asleep only then did Florian get up and turning off the lights head for his own room.

Florian knew Noir was in the room as soon as he entered, a shiver going up his spine that had nothing to do with the faint chill in the air, as the fire had yet to be lit. Going over to do that Florian added the necessary kindling and getting a match off of the mantelpiece quickly struck it and threw it into the already laid out wood to burn. Straightened Florian turned his head towards the bed, where he could plainly see Noir lounging, his back up against the large, ornate bedpost. Turning his whole body so that they were facing each other Florian shrugged out of his jacket and undid his tie, carelessly letting both articles drop to the floor though he remained where he was. "Are we in trouble with the men who came today? Did they find anything?" This had not been their lucky day so far after all. But he was hoping to get very lucky now and so was Noir, if he was any judge of the other man's mood.

"They'll likely be back." Was Noir's reply as he mirrored Florian's early actions, deliberately throwing the jacket and his own tie over so that they landed in a heap on top of Florian's. "Your attack on Sugar made them a little suspicious I think."

"And how is the detective?" Florian asked, leisurely unbuttoning his shirt as he watched Noir watch him. Tugging the material out from his pants he slowly let the shirt slide off his shoulders and arms to pool behind him on the carpeted floor. Toeing off his shoes and socks Florian's eyes never left Noir's as he continued to undress.

There was amusement in Noir's voice as he answered, toying with the buttons on his own shirt before beginning to undo them. "He left under his own steam, but I doubt he'll be sitting comfortably for a while." Draping his now discarded shirt over the bed post Noir's golden upper body was bathed in the flickering lights of the fire, the same light that brought warmth and color to Florian's own pale skin.

"Serves him right." Walking over to stand in front of Noir once more Florian lifted his hands to undo the thong Noir had used to pull his hair back, brushing out the strands so that they hung like a dark curtain to frame Noir's face. Noir had been letting it grow out again, and Florian loved the feel of the slippery tresses as they ran through his fingers.

"Mick mentioned that he heard in town that you'd gotten into a small scuffle with a marquis today." Sliding his hands around Florian's waist and down Noir slid his hands under Florian's trousers, moving downward to cup Florian's ass in his hands, following it up with an affectionate squeeze that had Florian's breath catching in his throat, requiring the older man to clear it before he could answer.

"It was nothing. He only threw one punch and it wasn't even at me." Leaning forward Florian nuzzled his face against the side of Noir's neck, enjoying the spicy scent of the golden skin as he flicked out his tongue to lick up a bit of sweat that like a tear had been sliding down the length of Noir's neck. "I meant to tell you earlier but I got distracted." Rocking his hips against Noir's Florian made it clear just what had driven all thoughts of the confrontation from his mind.

Making a sound of approval Noir moved his own head to return the nuzzle, pausing only to take a quick nip of Florian's ear. "I sent him a message demanding my money back in full. He'll be in the poor house by the end of the week."

"My hero."

Capturing Noir's lips with his own the two sank into each other, forgetting everything else but the world they were creating between them. Slowly maneuvering their bodies to the side of the bed they rid each other of what clothing remained, so that all that was left was the thin gold chain and cross Florian wore around his neck, and the silver stud Noir wore in his ear. The tastes, scents and feel that were unique to them was all around them, consuming them even as they consumed each other. Limbs tangled and untangled, moving together in new ways that felt as old as time to them. The air was heavy with the sounds of gasps and moans, uneven breathing and the rustling of the sheets beneath them. The fire that blazed across from the bed provided the only light in the room, casting its shadows and revealing brief glimpses of the two forms as they melded together. What heat the fire generated, was nothing in comparison. Outside the windows it began to softly rain, but the sound was dim and went by unheard as they rose and fell together, locked in an embrace that was as close as a soul could be when it resided in two separate bodies. And when words were said, it was only the name of the other that broke free from their lips.

The End