Are You Ready to Go? [M]

Cries of pain and pleasure echoed in the room as Noah showered Luca with motivation. The only unfortunate part was that Noah was muffling his loudest ones as they were in a motel, and Rebecca was downstairs. He wasn't really keen on letting people from work know that Sleepydog was only stone-cold during missions… while behaving like a night lady in bed.

However, he wasn't the only one acting differently.

Luca's eyes were glinting so ferociously as he was using his brute strength at almost every shove as if he wasn't afraid to hurt Noah from the force. Even if he was wearing a condom and they were using a rather reliable lube, the curve of Noah's back looked like it could break at any moment.

It didn't help that one of his hands were clawing at Noah's waist while the other was grabbing a handful of Noah's hair.

"Ahh, ahh, ahhhhh! This feels… so amazing… are you sure you… have never… done this before?" Noah slurred his laughter as if drunk from the bliss of pleasure. His hands were clutching at the bedsheet that he might even tear apart soon. Even if he was hurting, the excitement he was getting outweighed it.

Moreover, it was his first time to get this rough. Was Mephisto too easy on him, or was Luca doing it no holds barred?

He didn't know if Luca didn't hear him before he was doing it from behind, but Noah still tried to look past his shoulder to take a look at Luca. At this, he could see a glimpse of Luca's clouded eyes as if he was in some kind of spell. It's just that… Luca moved his eyes to meet Noah's gaze.

"What's wrong, love?" Luca slowed down before leaving it in and leaning down to lock his lips with Noah.

"Mmm… nothing…" Noah only smiled before slightly turning his hips to change position. "Are you enjoying yourself, bad boy?"

"More than I imagined." Luca adjusted to cater to Noah's desired position and started ramming him again. "We should do this often…"

Noah didn't answer, but he still made his happy noises. He couldn't bring himself to say that he couldn't take more of this if Luca decided to break his body every night available.

…

The night had gone quiet while Luca was sleeping next to Noah after a few more rounds of filling up condoms and grunting in pleasure. Noah, however, was only lying on his side, hand pressing against his ass as if gauging the bruises he earned.

He wasn't mad for all of this, but he was still thinking of how to request healing at this point. Caliga would normally heal him when he got injured, but the dog refused if it was from his master's unholy adventures with Mephisto. Now that Noah knew he couldn't walk properly tomorrow, he needed to appease Caliga first before earning a favor.

Perhaps this was the reason why the demon was taking it easy on him.

Noah didn't realize he fell asleep sooner. All he knew was that his body clock woke him up by the time the sun rose. Moreover, there was a wet nose and a deathly breath breezing in front of him. When Noah opened his eyes, he was still lying on his side… but Pane's nose was in front of his face.

"Pane? What's wrong?" Noah wanted to get up, but he felt that Luca had held onto him in his sleep. For now, Noah didn't want to move to wake up the other. "Did something happen?"

Pane only stared at him with folded ears. Then, he pawed on the bed.

"Are you hungry?"

Luca then stirred in his sleep upon hearing Noah's voice. "Who are you talking to…?"

"Pane."

"He's probably worried… you were crying so much last night." Luca continued to speak, shoving his face against Noah's back and breathing against it.

Noah moaned accordingly before realizing that Pane was still there. He only reached out to pet the dog. "Master's okay… wait… can you do me a favor?"

Every hellhound had the ability to heal their master; it's just that Caliga was the most versed in doing so. Even if Pane wasn't good at it, at least he was getting experience every time Noah potentially dies in front of them. Just now, he managed to take away some pain and bruising—just enough for Noah to walk properly.

Leaving Luca on the bed, Noah took a shower to get rid of the stickiness he felt. After changing into a new set of clothes, he still saw Luca sleeping on their bed. He then reached out to stroke at his hair.

"Luca, I'm going to see someone. Just call on Caseus if you find yourself in trouble."

"…mm… are we not going to get called by SCC today? Our target fled…"

"I don't know. Just deal with them for me."

Noah left the motel room and rode his black motorbike to where he needed to be.

Luca stirred in his half-sleep and rolled to the other side. He then opened his eyes as he remembered what just happened last night. His eyes flickered as heat traveled to his cheeks.

A hand covered his face as he murmured unintelligibly. There was simply too much happiness in it, but he was aware that sleeping with Noah didn't solve any of his problems. He should probably speak with Theresa to know what SCC was going to do about his deportation. If Allan didn't fight Orpheus about it, Luca would have no choice but go home.

However, he didn't want to. He had more things to attend to than his mission to find the cambion. They were to take care of that girl eventually… and secure a spot in Noah's heart.

…

Noah reached Eleanor's house with six hounds in tow. Pane and Caseus decided to tail Luca and support him if ever something came up again. With SCC sorting all the information they gathered from Noah and Luca's broadened mission, they might deal with most of it.

They only hired the two for a simple mission after all; for this to blow up this much, SCC needed to rethink their strategy.

Noah promised to take Eleanor to the hospital to get her trembling hand checked, and she was probably waiting for him to come back. He was a day late already, but he wanted to keep his promise.

However, he frowned as he saw a Lamborghini sitting in her parking space. Moreover, he knew exactly who owned that car.

"I wish there was something else I can do for you…" Eleanor's voice sounded, but she seemed to be upset. She opened the door and got out on her own, as if not leaving the guest any choice to stay.

"I have no reason to think that Montana won't find you." Richard snorted as he pulled on his lapels to smooth his suit.

Then, their eyes landed on Noah's image while he was still sitting on his motorbike. Noah didn't smile at Richard, but he did so for Eleanor. "Auntie, sorry, I'm late. Are you ready to go?"

"Mon…" Eleanor only hummed as she raced back inside her house to grab her purse and keys. She slipped through the gap between Richard and the door in and out before jogging to Noah's motorbike. After that, Noah only helped her to get on it.

"Montana, you forgot to get cleared from the hospital." Richard walked to the bike, taking advantage of Eleanor's slow mount. "We need to talk about a few more things. It's about Father and that stupid uncle of mine."

"I don't wish to get really involved with you and your troubles." Noah passed a helmet to his aunt. "However, if we locate and bag your uncle again, I will let you know if he's still alive."

Richard frowned before he held onto the motorbike's head and blocked the path with his body. "Mother hasn't gone home last night, and all I knew was that she tried meeting with Chroma's old people. Help me find her."

Noah then looked at him directly in the eyes through the window of his helmet. "Find SCC and file a request. Maybe by then, I will help you."

The witch flicked his visor down and started the engine. The bike moved back, letting Richard lose hold of it before swerving to avoid him. Eleanor only looked past her shoulder and stared at Richard's back until he was out of view.

The man in a suit only closed his eyes as he didn't let his anger rise. Noah was right. With things like this, only SCC could help him. However…

"How can I trust Cicero bringing her back when he could be the one who took her in the first place…?"

…

Noah drove to another hospital so he wouldn't be recognized by the doctors and nurses there. Eleanor only held around his waist and didn't make a noise the entire ride. She only opened her mouth when they were walking to the hospital's reception.

"You should help him, Noah." The aunt looked away. "I have done you wrong, and yet you still help me. The Connors are most likely innocent… at least more innocent than me."

"I already told him how to make me help him." Noah only shrugged his shoulder as he opened the door for her. "His case is complicated. Even if I am allowed to partake in it for personal reasons, I can't make use of the company's resources without it being a real mission."

Eleanor then turned to him and smiled, her aged face appearing a lot mellower than how Noah remembered it to be. "That's great."

"It���s nothing." Noah's eyes only flickered. Was this really his cold auntie?

They then scheduled for a check-up and were attended to after a few minutes. After making Eleanor's hand go through an x-ray, the doctor hummed as she examined the radiograph of Eleanor's hand. "This is strange. Nothing is wrong with the bone, but the trembling isn't caused by muscles either."

She then glanced at the two as she wrote. "For now, I can recommend a massage therapist. It may relieve the trembling or lessen it. It could also be psychosomatic so I am also going to recommend another therapist to help you. You can choose whichever to try first and see me again in a week."

"Psychosomatic?" Eleanor smiled bitterly as she hung her head as if remembering a trauma from the past. "It must be…"