After Isaac's shift, Noctis walked him home. Vincent had also said goodbye, since he still had a few things to take care of. He hadn't made any secret of the fact that he was glad to be rid of Noctis and his foul mood.
Beside him, Isaac sighed.
"What's got you so quiet? A moment ago you were pretty talkative."
Noctis didn't answer.
He had the feeling he would completely lose control if he reacted to Isaac before they reached his place.
Better to lose control there.
Noctis still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Isaac had let that cop touch him. Isaac of all people. The one who hated nothing more than being touched or stared at by just anyone—at least that had always applied to everyone except Noctis.
Isaac studied him from the side, his expression worried. Uncertain.
"Are you mad because I threw you out last night?" he finally asked.
But he didn't even wait for an answer.
"You know I've got a lot to deal with right now. That hasn't changed. So if you come along, that's fine, but I really need to make progress on the job."
Noctis still said nothing.
They reached the apartment building. During the elevator ride up, a heavy silence hung between them, broken only by the dull echo of their footsteps.
Isaac unlocked his door and went inside without checking whether Noctis followed. He set his bag down, slipped off his shoes, and ran a hand briefly through his hair before turning around again.
By then, Noctis had closed the door behind him.
The silence in the room suddenly felt tighter.
"Damn it, what's wrong with you?" Isaac asked, now audibly annoyed. "Talk to me, damn it."
Noctis still didn't answer. His jaw was clenched so tightly it hurt.
Damn it, he was furious.
Ever since the moment he had seen that Isaac hadn't even really resisted that cop's touch, one thought had refused to leave his mind.
Would he let him kiss him? Would he strip in front of him? Shit. What if Isaac would willingly give himself to him?
Or had he already allowed it?
His thoughts took on a life of their own. The image flashed before his inner eye—Isaac drunkenly sitting on the cop's lap, calling him handsome. That was the moment his patience finally snapped.
He clenched his hand into a fist until his knuckles turned white.
At that moment, Noctis had exactly two options: completely lose his temper and start a fight with Isaac.
Or first get rid of the tension that had been building up inside him. They could still talk afterward.
He chose option two, so he walked toward Isaac.
"Noctis?" Isaac asked, suddenly uncertain again.
He took a step back.
Noctis followed him.
Isaac's back hit the kitchen counter.
"You're seriously creepy when you don't say anything," he muttered more quietly.
With a soft thud, Isaac's back—or rather his backside—bumped against the narrow sideboard in the hallway. A few loose keys on it clinked softly.
"Damn…" he muttered under his breath.
Noctis needed only a few steps to close the distance between them.
With a dull thump, his hands struck the wood of the cabinet on either side of Isaac's body. The impact made the piece of furniture vibrate briefly. Noctis had completely boxed him in.
Isaac was practically trapped.
Even if he tried to slip away, there was hardly any space. And even though Isaac was agile, he knew just as well as Noctis that he didn't have the physical strength to break free from this position.
"Damn it! What's wrong with you?!" Isaac snapped.
He hit Noctis in the chest and tried to shove him away, but as expected he couldn't move him.
"Will you finally react?!"
Noctis leaned down so close to Isaac that only a few centimeters separated their faces. He gave Isaac a dark smile. He was still unbelievably angry, but at the same time his body reacted to Isaac's resistance, to the closeness, to every small movement. He could clearly feel the heat building inside him, the way his body responded in a way that both excited and frustrated him. He could feel himself growing hard. Damn it—he could hardly wait to devour him, body and soul.
Option two had been a very good decision.
"Shut up that pretty mouth of yours for a moment," Noctis murmured quietly.
Isaac's eyes widened briefly.
"Cut it out! I told you I've got a lot to do—"
The rest of the sentence died off.
Noctis abruptly pressed his lips against Isaac's and cut him off.
The kiss was neither careful nor gentle. It was direct, demanding, and left no room for discussion.
Isaac reacted immediately.
He tried to pull away from the kiss, turning his head slightly to the side and bracing both hands against Noctis's chest. His fingers eventually curled into the fabric of the shirt as if he were trying to drag him away by it.
But Noctis remained unmoved.
His arm wrapped firmly around Isaac's waist and pulled him closer. At the same time, his other hand slid down, grasping Isaac's hip, then his backside, which the tight jeans left little room to hide.
Isaac's resistance slowly weakened.
Not completely.
But enough.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped him—a muffled moan that was lost in the kiss.
Noctis immediately took advantage of the moment.
His tongue slid between Isaac's lips into his mouth, demanding and without restraint. He didn't spare a thought to the possibility that Isaac might bite him.
Even if he did.
Pain was part of his everyday life. A little blood wouldn't stop him. And if Isaac were the one to cause it, it probably wouldn't even bother him.
That didn't mean Isaac could do whatever he wanted.
The kiss grew more intense. More possessive.
Noctis's grip around Isaac's waist tightened.
In his mind, the thoughts began to circle again. Maybe he should replace his collar with one he couldn't take off himself. Maybe he should chain him up in his apartment and keep him there so he could never run away. Then there would be no more problems with his brother's plans.
Most importantly, no one would be able to touch him—or even look at him—without Noctis's permission.
Noctis's jaw tightened slightly.
Damn it.
He was thinking about that damn cop again. He cursed softly against Isaac's lips.
It was becoming urgent that he distract himself. He let the hand that had been kneading Isaac's backside wander to his waistband and open the button of his pants. Isaac's hand gripped his shirt a little tighter; he let out a protesting moan. Noctis impatiently pulled the zipper down.
"Noctis—" he protested hoarsely against the kiss.
The objection was swallowed as the zipper was pulled down with a short, rough sound. Isaac's breath caught. His grip on Noctis's shirt tightened even more, as if he were trying to hold on to something—or at the same time stop him and pull him closer.
"I really have to work…"
"No," Noctis replied calmly, but with a finality that allowed no argument.
With a quick movement, he pulled Isaac's pants further down. Then he pushed two fingers into his mouth, wetting them thoroughly while watching Isaac with dark eyes.
Isaac cursed softly under his breath.
"At least tell me what's going on…," he began again, still trying to gather a clear thought.
"Later."
That was all he got.
Noctis's lips were already on his again, cutting off any further words. While kissing him, his hand slid into Isaac's underwear. His fingers briefly brushed over the heat of his erection but ignored it completely.
Instead, his fingers moved lower.
Isaac visibly flinched when Noctis began to slowly massage his anus. For a brief moment, Noctis took his time, feeling Isaac's body tense under his touch—but his patience didn't last long.
Finally, without any further warning, he pushed two fingers inside him.
Isaac let out a pained moan. His hand clawed even tighter into Noctis's shirt, his brows drawing together, and his sphincter clenched so tightly around Noctis's fingers that it felt as if they might snap off.
"Relax," Noctis murmured against his lips.
Isaac gasped softly.
"Then be more careful, damn it," he pressed out, his voice rough from his quick breathing. At the same time, however, he pulled Noctis closer. "You'd better explain later what the hell is going on with you…"
For a brief moment, Noctis's gaze turned cool.
So you're just surrendering to your fate?
Before he could respond, Isaac was the one who kissed him. The kiss was no longer quite as resistant as before—more demanding, as if Isaac himself were trying to reclaim control of the moment.
Noctis immediately took advantage of that.
He began moving his fingers more slowly, more carefully, giving Isaac time to get used to the stretch. What he really wanted was to fuck Isaac senseless, but he didn't want to hurt him. Not too much, at least.
I hope for your sake you only behave like this with me, Noctis thought coldly.
Then he added a third finger.
Isaac's breath caught again, his body tensing briefly before slowly loosening once more. His forehead rested against Noctis's shoulder as he tried to control his breathing.
After a moment, Noctis decided it was enough.
He pulled his fingers back.
Before Isaac could properly react, Noctis turned him around and pushed him slightly forward so that Isaac's back faced the hallway and his body leaned against the sideboard.
Now his backside was directly in front of Noctis.
With an impatient motion, Noctis opened his own pants. He spat into his hand, spread the moisture over his penis, and then grabbed Isaac's hip.
With a firm pull, he drew him closer.
Then he pushed into him with a single, decisive thrust.
What was control worth when you were angry?
Even so, he was careful not to hurt Isaac. He would never have entered him like that if he hadn't been sure Isaac's body was ready enough.
He didn't want him to bleed.
Isaac's body trembled slightly as it adjusted to him. A soft moan escaped him while his breathing came in quick, uneven bursts.
"S-slower, Noc…," Isaac pleaded quietly.
But Noctis continued moving at his own pace.
His hand reached for Isaac's wrists. In one smooth motion, he pulled Isaac's arms behind his back and crossed them there. He held both wrists with one hand and used the grip to pull Isaac closer to him with every thrust.
Isaac's body followed every movement.
Noctis increasingly lost himself in the warmth of his body. In the soft, uncontrolled sounds Isaac could no longer hold back. In the sight of his body being pushed forward with every thrust.
He loved the way Isaac's hips gave in.
How his backside swayed slightly with each movement.
How his back arched whenever Noctis hit exactly the spot that made him tremble.
He couldn't get enough of it.
With his free hand, he pressed Isaac's upper body a little deeper against the sideboard. The wood creaked softly under the weight. A shiver ran through Noctis's body as he felt the intense pulsing around his penis.
But he didn't stop.
His mind grew clearer, the anger slowly fading—though not completely.
He needed more.
Isaac suddenly moaned, louder than before. His body tensed, his fingers reflexively curling into his palms.
Then he came.
His breath broke from his throat in a hoarse sound.
Isaac pulsed so intensely around Noctis's penis that he himself was only seconds away from his own climax. The tight, uncontrolled contractions of Isaac's body finally shattered what remained of his self-control.
Noctis didn't slow his pace.
Instead, he simply followed the feeling, letting the friction and Isaac's body do the work. Isaac was so tight that it barely required movement. With a hoarse breath, he finally came as well. Heat rushed through him as he spilled deep inside Isaac.
For a moment he simply remained like that.
Then he released Isaac's wrists. His fingers slowly slid from his arms while he leaned slightly forward. His movements became noticeably slower, calmer, almost sluggish.
He briefly pressed his forehead against Isaac's shoulder and then gently bit his earlobe.
"Do you like it when I'm a little rough with you?" he murmured breathlessly. "You came pretty quickly."
Unlike that morning, his heart was now pounding wildly in his chest—exactly the way he had wished it would a few hours earlier.
Isaac trembled slightly beneath him.
Even so, he shot him an annoyed glance over his shoulder. His cheeks were flushed, his breathing uneven and quick. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on his skin.
But his expression revealed something else.
He had liked it.
Noctis could still feel the faint after-pulsing around his penis.
"If you've got what you wanted now," Isaac said at last, panting, "maybe you can finally explain what the hell is wrong with you!"
Noctis slowly raised an eyebrow.
"Who says I'm finished?"
Isaac blinked.
"W-what?"
His eyes widened visibly.
"Why are you getting hard again?!"
"Because I'm pretty angry," Noctis replied dryly.
And as if that were explanation enough, he began moving again.
Isaac let out a startled moan when Noctis thrust into him once more.
"But why?!" he gasped. "What did I do?!"
"You let him touch you."
Isaac blinked in confusion. "What?!"
"The cop, Isaac," Noctis growled, now audibly irritated.
Actually, he had intended to have this conversation later—once the tension between them had eased a little.
But Isaac had asked. So he got his answer.
"What was that earlier with the cop?" Noctis asked quietly, but clearly.
"What are you even talking about?" Isaac gasped, confused.
Noctis pressed his lips together.
His grip around Isaac's hips tightened.
"Since when do you just let someone touch you?" he finally asked in a dark voice. "Especially him."
Without further warning, he lifted Isaac up. Isaac's feet abruptly left the floor.
"Noctis—!"
Now Isaac was completely suspended in his arms. Noctis held him so firmly that he could barely move. With each movement, he let Isaac sink down a little again so that his weight fell directly back onto him.
The motion made Isaac's body yield with every thrust.
"What's going on between you two?" Noctis asked quietly.
"What the hell would be going on?!" Isaac moaned.
His hands grabbed for Noctis's shoulders, trying to find some kind of support.
"L-let me down, Noc," he panted. "T-this feels weird…!"
Noctis thrust into him again.
A crooked smile slowly spread across his lips.
"The way you're pulsing around my cock," he murmured close to Isaac's ear, "it seems more like the opposite."
"D-don't say it like that!" Isaac protested, embarrassed. His voice cracked slightly. "Are you really this angry because of him?!"
"Angry?" Noctis repeated slowly, almost thoughtfully.
He tasted the word on his tongue as he continued moving inside Isaac.
Oh yes.
He was definitely angry.
His grip around Isaac's thighs tightened.
"Maybe I am," he finally murmured. "So?"
Without warning, he increased his pace. Isaac whimpered with pleasure.
"Isaac. Answer me," Noctis growled close to his ear.
"There's nothing going on between us," Isaac moaned breathlessly.
His body tightened around Noctis again, the pulsing around him growing stronger. Isaac's hands clenched around his arms as if he needed to hold on to them.
"Noctis… please… this position feels weird…!"
But Noctis didn't let that slow him down.
"Don't screw with me!" he snapped. His voice sounded rough with tension. "Then why does that bastard always look at me like he thinks he can take my place? Why does he think he has a chance with you?!"
"How the hell should I know?!" Isaac shot back.
His fingernails dug into Noctis's forearms as another wave ran through his body.
"Damn… you're tight…," Noctis groaned quietly.
Isaac's head eventually sank back against Noctis's shoulder in exhaustion. His breathing was frantic and uneven. The pale skin of his body had by now taken on a warm pink tone that spread across him.
The pulsing had become rhythmic and seemed to grow more intense.
Until Isaac finally came harder than Noctis had ever experienced from him before.
His entire body jerked in Noctis's arms, a choked sound escaping him as he completely lost himself in the moment. The sudden tightness, the intense contractions around him, immediately pulled Noctis along with it.
He could no longer hold back.
With a deep breath, he came inside Isaac once more, pressing him firmly against himself as the wave ran through his body.
Even after that, it still didn't feel complete. Something inside him was still tense. The anger still burned beneath his skin.
More.
He needed more.
By now Isaac was drenched in sweat, just like he was. His hands slipped against his lover's skin, and holding onto him was becoming increasingly difficult. Isaac's head was still resting on Noctis's shoulder while he struggled to catch his breath.
"Put me down, Noc," Isaac finally panted softly. "We're still in the hallway…"
Noctis didn't answer. He simply continued holding him. Still deep inside him.
Then he finally started moving.
Without letting him go, he carried Isaac through the apartment. Their steps echoed dully across the floor until they reached Isaac's bedroom.
He laid him carefully on the bed.
Isaac rolled onto his back, still breathing heavily. His chest rose and fell quickly. Tears shimmered in his eyes, gathering there unnoticed.
Noctis leaned over him.
His gaze was calm, but cool, as he looked into Isaac's reddened eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Noctis broke the silence.
"What do you feel for him?"
Isaac's eyes widened slightly.
"What I feel for him…?" he repeated slowly, as if he first had to process the question.
His hand lifted hesitantly and rested against Noctis's cheek. The touch was careful. Gentle.
"I don't feel anything for him."
His voice trembled a little.
"Why would you think I feel something for him when I'm with you…?"
A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye and slowly rolled down his cheek.
Isaac swallowed hard.
"Don't you trust me? Is that it?" His voice faltered slightly. "Even though you know exactly how hard it is for me to trust other people?"
Noctis's heart tightened at the sight. Yes, he had been jealous. Angry because Isaac hadn't pushed that damn cop away. But he trusted Isaac, even if his own feelings were difficult to explain. His feelings for the man beneath him were so intense that they bordered on obsession.
He wanted Isaac entirely for himself. No one should look at him, let alone touch him. Noctis slowly exhaled.
"Isaac…" he finally said more quietly, far gentler than before.
He leaned down and first kissed his forehead. Then, hesitantly, his mouth.
"You belong to me. Is that clear?"
Isaac pressed his lips together briefly. His eyes were still wet, but after a moment he gave a small nod.
Noctis kissed him again. This time Isaac returned the kiss.
At first cautiously, almost tentatively, as if he needed to make sure the tension between them had truly eased. But slowly the kiss grew deeper, more intense. Isaac wrapped his arms around Noctis's neck and pulled him closer.
Noctis immediately felt his body react again. The heat returned.
He broke away from Isaac's lips and instead trailed soft kisses along his neck. His lips brushed over the warm skin while his hand slowly slid along Isaac's side.
"What are you doing…?" Isaac breathed softly.
His fingers moved over Isaac's hip, stroking far more gently now than before. Noctis knew perfectly well that he had been too rough earlier. That part of his anger had spilled into his movements.
And that had happened simply because—like so often—he had not fully controlled his emotions.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked quietly while his teeth grazed playfully along Isaac's neck.
Isaac shook his head faintly.
"Not really…," he murmured tiredly. Then he blinked up at him. "Don't tell me you want to go again?"
Noctis nodded without hesitation.
"One more time," he promised.
Isaac let his head fall back into the pillow.
"Damn… I can't anymore," he whispered, exhausted.
Noctis brushed a damp strand of hair from his forehead.
"You don't have to do anything," he said calmly. "Just let me make it feel good for you."
Isaac studied him for a moment.
"You're not angry anymore?" he asked cautiously.
Noctis was silent for a brief moment.
Then he leaned down to him again and kissed him.
"I'm still angry," he murmured against Isaac's lips. "But less at you than at that bastard who's trying to take what has always belonged to me."
Another tear slipped from the corner of Isaac's eye.
"Next time…" Isaac whispered, "…just talk to me."
Noctis gave a slight nod. Then he slowly entered him again.
"Okay."
Isaac gasped softly as his body closed around him once more.
"Never question my feelings for you again," Isaac said in a rough voice.
Noctis looked at him for a moment.
"Then never let him touch you again."
Isaac answered immediately.
"No. Never."
Noctis began to move slowly. This time his rhythm was calm, steady. No more hard thrusting, no anger driving his movements. Isaac wrapped his legs around his hips and pulled him closer.
Their bodies now moved at the same pace.
They kissed again.
"You belong to me, understand?" Noctis murmured between kisses.
"Idiot…" Isaac muttered. "…I've always belonged to you…"
The words struck Noctis unexpectedly deeply. Something in his chest tightened, but this time it wasn't anger. The tension that had accompanied him for hours finally began to loosen.
Even so, he bit into the curve of Isaac's neck, leaving a visible mark. He marked Isaac again in such an obvious place that even that dense cop would understand that Isaac would never belong to him.
Isaac immediately drew in a sharp breath at the bite, his body tensing reflexively.
A soft moan escaped him.
"If he dares to touch you again, I'll kill him," Noctis swore darkly.
His voice was calm, but the threat in it was unmistakable. He increased the pace of his movements again. Isaac's gaze remained fixed on him. His hand rested on Noctis's shoulder, the fingers slightly curled. They trembled a little—from exertion, from pleasure, or from both.
"Even if he did," Isaac breathed, his gaze intense, "you know I only have eyes for you."
He pulled Noctis down toward him, their lips meeting once more. The kiss was slower than before, but no less deep. When they parted again, Isaac rested his forehead against Noctis's.
Then he took Noctis's hand and guided it to his lower abdomen.
"You're the only one who has ever been this deep inside me," Isaac murmured softly. "And the only one who ever will be."
His fingers gently pressed Noctis's hand against the place where their bodies joined.
"My insides are shaped after you," he whispered. "Every millimeter of my body belongs to you."
Noctis's breathing grew heavier.
He could feel every movement inside Isaac's body—every small change, every reaction. The thought that Isaac's body had grown used to him, that he had left these traces, sent heat through his entire body.
"Without a condom I can feel you even more intensely than usual," Isaac added quietly.
Another soft moan escaped him.
There it was again—that telltale pulsing. Isaac's body had grown so warm and wet inside that Noctis had long since stopped counting how many times they had both come already.
He slightly changed the angle of his hips.
Immediately he hit the sensitive spot inside Isaac that he now knew so well. Isaac jerked violently. A deep, uncontrolled moan escaped his lips as his fingers clawed into Noctis's back.
His eyes fell shut.
He seemed to savor the moment completely. This time Noctis took his time.
His movements remained steady and calm while his lips wandered over Isaac's neck, his collarbones, and his shoulders. Everywhere he went he left small traces—kisses, bites, darkening marks on the pale skin.
Marks that were also a warning to anyone who might try to come between them.
Isaac's body tensed again.
With a quiet, rough sound he came once more. His body trembled as he spilled over his own stomach. His breathing came in sharp bursts. By now his semen had grown noticeably thinner. Noctis had long since stopped counting how many times Isaac had already come.
Suddenly Isaac's hand reached for Noctis's neck.
Breathless, he looked at him.
His gaze was so full of pleasure, so open, that Noctis was completely caught in it for a moment. That expression belonged only to him. Isaac only looked like that when they were together.
Noctis let his gaze wander over Isaac's face.
Over the flushed cheeks.
Over the intense red eyes.
Over the white hair that had by now fallen messily across the pillow.
The pendant earring lay loosely on the sheet, catching the warm light of the afternoon sun streaming through the window. Isaac was still wearing the choker.
The choker Noctis had given him.
His skin was covered with bites and dark marks.
In the sunlight he looked almost unreal.
Not as cool and mysterious as in moonlight—but the warm sunlight seemed determined to make him shine just the same.
If only I could hide you from the whole world…
"I love you, Noctis," Isaac said quietly. "You, and no one else."
His fingers brushed lightly over Noctis's neck.
"So never again think that I could have something with someone else. Understood?"
Noctis's heart skipped a beat. It was the first time he had heard those words from Isaac.
Isaac belonged to him and to no one else.
"I love you too, Isaac," Noctis murmured softly as he continued moving inside him. His voice grew lower. "And don't think you'll get even a moment of rest today."
Isaac looked completely exhausted. His eyelids were heavy, his body still tense.
But a small, tired smile spread across his lips.
"Then…" he whispered softly, while his fingers wrapped around Noctis's shoulders again, "give me everything you've got."