Arno's Place

Upon entering, there is a kitchenette to the left, small table to the right. At the back of the room it joins into a small but cozy eating area with a window and tv on a small unit which also holds a game system. Next to the tv is a unit filled with an assortment of films and video games. To the right of the room is a door leading into a bedroom, double bed pressed against the left wall with one higher window. At the foot of the bed is a small case with some books, to the right of the bed is a small desk and chair, big enough for paperwork and a laptop. Against the right wall is a reasonably sized wardrobe. Next to the wardrobe is a door leading into the bathroom.

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Arno unlocked his front door with a sigh, all he could think about was his meeting with the mentors earlier this morning. As he trudged into his room, toeing his shoes off, his thoughts drifted to Napoleon. Blushing as he recalled their previous activities, he poured himself a glass of water, taking a seat for a moment to try and organize his thoughts.

The possibility that Napoleon could have taken something important to the order both worried and amazed him. He didn't know what this artifact was, but the sheer fact that the older man may have found it was impressive and hilarious. Arno found himself chuckling slightly, he paused. He couldn't prevent the anxiety that returned in his facial features. Did this mean he would have to analyse and perhaps even spy on the older man now? They had only just come to trust and rely on each other. They had become closer...

Taking a deep breath, the young assassin cleared his thoughts. It would do no good over complicating things just yet. HE needed to calm down first. Perhaps he could go to the library and find the older man? He had given Napoleon his room number earlier, but...maybe he was busy currently.

Despite having been right about his tutor being less than impressed with his tardiness, Napoleon's mood was high and nothing seemed to be able to spoil it. The feeling was novel, it was one thing to enjoy someone's company, but there was something more to Arno. The sex was beyond what he had thought possible, but so was the company; both together were something else and entirely new.

Having reached Arno's apartment, Napoleon double checked the number before knocking, proceeding to lazily straighten himself out.

Just as he was about to get his shoes an coat, Arno heard a knock at the door. Face heating up lightly, he stood, taking a deep breath and pushing all previous thoughts to the back of his mind.

He walked over to the door, pausing for one last moment before opening the door, his usual cocky grin in place. "Napster, come in. Welcome to maison de Arno~", stepping aside from the doorway, he ushered the other in.

Unable to hide a smile as Arno was his usual somewhat ridiculous self, Napoleon contentedly did as the other said and entered his apartment. "Merci beaucoup, monsieur. Comment était ta journée?" Although his words were fluent, his accent was appalling.

"... IF you could even understand that." The older man laughed briefly. "I am told I could do with working on my French, can't seem to get the accents right." It didn't really seem to bother him, he was more interested in where he was than improving his language skill.

Turning to face the other, Napoleon looked him up and down, before approaching him.

Grin widening at the other, the younger man couldn't help the bubbly chuckle he let out. The older man didn't sound bad necessarily. Though Arno's own accent was mixed considering he hadn't lived in France for a while now. "My day has been somewhat touch and go, but over all okay. Thank you for asking~ Haha, your accent could sound worse, at least your words were clear though."

Pausing slightly as the older man approached, Arno let himself fully relax withing Napoleon's presence, moving towards the other man now. "Is it possible that I've missed your touch all day long?"

"Touch and go?" Napoleon's hands snaked around the younger man's waist, gently pulling him in closer. "I don't know, is it? I've been counting the hours away, in all honesty. After this morning, I have found very little else to arouse my interest."

Moving a hand up, Napoleon cupped Arno's cheek, before leaning in to leave a chaste kiss on his lips. "What have you done to me, Arno Dorian? I couldn't even focus on reading. I do believe you're a bad influence." The older man teased.

"Just a few important meetings I guess, nothing overly strenuous.", his smile brightened even more as he was pulled closer, body pressed flush against the older man now. "I've been longing for you since we parted this morning..", blushing at his own words, Arno chuckled.

Meeting the kiss eagerly, the younger man found his hand running through Napoleon's locks at the back of his neck. "What can I say? I'm difficult to forget. I'll help you to take it easy, heaven forbid, maybe even relax. Babe, I'm an experience you won't soon forget~"

"And I, you." It was strange to have someone occupying his thoughts so mercilessly, it was hard to say whether it was a good thing or not. Surely, anything to do with Arno was a good thing, though.

"Now, that is something I truly can believe. You are quite something." Brushing some stray hairs from Arno's face, Napoleon studied his features, a small smile gracing his lips as ice blue eyes landed on the bruises on the other's neck. "I'm more a man who has his eyes on the future, but I do believe I would happily relive this morning."

Grinning with delight, Arno moved closer to the other, leaning into the slight raze of the other's fingertips touching his face, pushing his locks back. "Mm, I couldn't agree with you more.."

Wrapping an arm around the shorter man's shoulders the young assassin moved forward, brushing their lips together.

Suddenly decided on what he wanted in that moment, Napoleon smirked into the kiss before pressing their lips together more firmly, tongue darting across Arno's lower lip and soon forcing entry to explore the other's mouth.

Taking the taller man by the hips, he roughly pushed him against the closest wall, immediately pressing himself flush to the younger man's body. "You are going to turn me into a lascivious man, Arno. I don't think I could ever get enough of you." Hands roaming up the other's chest, Napoleon leaned in, claiming the younger man's neck, tracing over the marks he had left only this morning.

Grinning as their kiss deepened, the younger man put up minimal fight for dominance, his own tongue moving against the other's. Arms slipping round the shorter man's shoulders, Arno's groaned in surprise as he was pushed into the nearest wall. He broke their kiss for some much needed air, panting slightly as he caught his breath.

"The same...goes for me. I feel almost deprived. It's been but a few hours since I've had you, yet I've craved more all day." Eyes fluttering closed, Arno made sure to tilt his neck to the side, giving the older man plenty of access to his flushed skin.

Hands shifted confidently, as they tucked under the edge of Arno's shirt, gliding with wanton desire over the firm musculature of the younger man's torso; his lips still leaving small bruises on the tender skin of the other's neck.

Napoleon was already heady with need; his trousers feeling tighter than they were before. It was just then that it occurred to the older man just how dangerous Arno could be. Around this gorgeous man who he'd had met in unusual circumstances, Napoleon seemed unable to control himself. He was directed by desire and feeling and although not completely alien to him, it was unusual to feel anything this intensely.

The cautious thoughts dissipated as his hips grinded against the Frenchman causing a small, almost muted groan to escape him. Wasting not a second longer, he hooked his fingers onto the edge of Arno's shirt, finally breaking free from the affection he was lavishing on the other's neck to pull the shirt over his head.

Quickly shrugging his jacket off, Napoleon soon freed himself from his own top, before pressing himself back against the other, his fingers now curling into the back of the others waistband. Knee edging carefully between the younger man's legs, he added just enough pressure and friction to be enjoyable. "You know, the faces you made this morning have stuck in my mind all day. I could barely concentrate on my work. The way your body writhed beneath me, those little noises..." Leaning in, Napoleon brushed his lips over Arno's ear, teasingly. "How tight you were around my cock." He whispered, his lips twisting into a dirty smirk as he pulled back to study whatever reaction he'd get.

The younger man shuddered softly as Napoleon's hands caressed the skin beneath his shirt, holding back a small moan as the other sucked and kissed the already reddened skin of his neck. He felt his arousal becoming more prominent as his arms slid up and under the older man's shirt, feeling the muscle beneath, hands pressing against firm chest muscle as he failed to grasp onto the man for balance.

In this position, Arno's thoughts drifted back to earlier. This man could easily take advantage of him right now, and he mostly wouldn't care, part of him wanted it. Not only did it feel right in thinking that, it also kind of scared the assassin. Though, he was sure the older man wouldn't do anything to hurt him, he could see it in the other's eyes. Napoleon isn't that kind of person...right?

His train of thought was soon forgotten as he felt the shorter man grind against him. Arno's eyes clenched shut as he stuttered out a string of unintelligible French. He raised his arms as Napoleon pulled his shirt off, leaning forward to whisper sweet nothings into his lover's ear, pressing kisses to the older's jaw as he pulled away, staring into bright pools of glistening blue.

The younger man felt himself squirming between Napoleon and the hard wall as a well positioned knee pressed against his groin. His legs quivered with anticipation, hands forming fists as he tried his best to remain composed. Though it was short lived as he felt lips press to the sensitive skin of his ear, voice straining as he held in every little whimper that he could. "Napoleon, please don't tease me. I need you...I need you inside me..."

Face heating up furiously, the assassin turned his face to the side, slightly embarrassed from his own words.