The Whole Thing

The Part Where He Was Naughty

Noel was sentenced to stay at the prison's Maximum Security Base for two weeks. It was all Julian was permitted to suspend him for according to the Warden. If Julian had it his way, he'd keep him there until his execution.

Two weeks was a lot of time to think, for both of them. Not one day past where Julian wasn't infuriated with the scenario that got Noel in trouble. He had put trust in him. He was naive enough to believe he was innocent only for him to turn around and shank someone. It was infuriating. He never should've trusted a murderer in the first place.

Yet he was still thinking about him everyday regardless of the negative connotations. Noel Fielding was always there when he woke up to the minute he fell asleep and even then...

There was a rapping at Julian's office door. He wasn't even supposed to be at work today, how could anyone possibly need him?

"Come in"

The door slowly opened and Dolly stood tall in the gap between the room and the hallway.

"You have a visitor"

Julian's brows burrowed but his face ultimately lightened when the stubborn figure of Noel barged past his shooter and his head hung low upon entering the office. Julian gulped down and watched as Dolly shut the door as she left them alone together.

"A 'welcome back' would be nice. Least you could say considering you were the one that banished me from your kingdom"

Julian just rolled his eyes, trying to suppress a smirk. He had been so mad up until now.

Noel wandered over to the window and looked out at the dying grass and the intimidating fence that surrounded it.

"Did he die?"

"Who?"

"The man I stabbed"

Noel turned his head slightly to stare at Julian instead.

"No, your body count still remains at five"

"I told you I'm innocent"

Noel dawdled over to the chair but he didn't sit, he just stood by it, suddenly incapable of making eye contact.

"I mean I'm not entirely innocent. I get down and dirty when I need to but for this, for those people at the exhibition, I'm innocent"

"I'm not falling for this again"

Julian stood up and strode to the door with determination. He opened it and gestured outside.

"You can return to your cell, now, we won't be having any more sessions"

"What? Why?!"

"Because you're untrustworthy"

"You fucking knew that when I was sent here. All the pricks you counsel are fucking untrustworthy crooks" Noel growled, "They ain't any better"

"So you admit you're untrustworthy?"

"In some aspects, I bet I am but I'm innocent in this one"

"Get out of my office. Now"

It was obvious Noel was reluctant to depart. Julian could see through his eyes that his mind was ticking like clockwork. He was trying to find some excuse to stay and Julian had no idea why. Noel should hate him. He was his superior and he had just punished him. Why did he not hate him?

"What'll ya do if I don't?"

"Excuse me?"

"If I don't leave. What will you do?"

"Call security"

"You are security"

"You know what I mean..."

Noel was smiling now, no, smirking. He was playing with his fingers and looking out from underneath his fringe that was too long now. Julian couldn't help but squirm.

"Will you spank me?"

Noel bit his lip, looking hopeful. Julian quickly shut the door, paranoid about anyone hearing Noel's insane and inappropriate suggestions.

"Are you looking to be sent back to max?"

Julian had threatened as he stormed over to the criminal. Yet Noel didn't flinch. Instead he raised his hands and started running his fingers up Julian's arm. He far-from-subtly licked his teeth whilst staring his superior in the eyes as if to tease him.

"What are you doing?" Julian asked.

Noel replied by standing on his tippytoes and gently kissing along Julian's bristled neck. Julian harshly grabbed Noel's skinny wrists and tore him off of him. Noel stood looking like a deer in the headlights which annoyed Julian throughly because he knew what he was doing was wrong.

"I am married. I have children. Aside from that you're a prisoner, a criminal, a fucking mass murderer and I am your counsellor and the head of the security at this prison. I'll ask again, what are you doing?"

Now Noel was gulping down hard but he always had a trick up his sleeve.

"I'm being naughty so punish me, Mr. Barratt, punish me"

Noel's breaths were audible as he left his mouth open whilst observing Julian's body and it's language. Julian was still gripping his wrists enough to leave thick, red marks. He was so wrapped up in logic and reason, that he had no idea how to alter this scenario to benefit him. He knew he was just Noel's new prey and he was using sex to trap him and he couldn't fall for it like he fell for the claims of innocence. He needed to end this.

Julian hurriedly spun Noel around and pushed him over the desk, the cluster that was on it now strewn across the floor. Noel whimpered as Julian grabbed a fistful of his black, blistering hair to raise his head slightly in order to whisper in his hot little ear.

"Consider this punishment then"

He harshly threw Noel's head into the desk which would later leave a bruise on his forehead. Yet Noel didn't complain. Julian had fallen for his trap despite his unwillingness to.

Julian grabbed the waistline of Noel's orange pants and yanked them down until they slumped around his pale ankles. He wasn't going to spank him though.

Logic and reason had vanished for good from Julian's mind when he spat on his own fingers.

Noel Fielding was a no-good, disgusting, wide-eyed, needy, childish criminal and Julian was going to fuck him like one.