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An itch he can scratch chapter 1: Nero/Secre

Secre frowned and scratched at the base of her horns. Again. The skin around them was particularly itchy today, to the point that it was annoying.

The main room of the Black Bulls hideout was empty, a rare occurrence. Everyone else was out on missions or training (or in the restroom in Captain Yami’s case), and Secre had sought to take the opportunity to relax and get some reading in.

Her horns had other ideas, apparently. The normally taciturn girl scowled and scratched harder, though she knew that would only make it worse. Maybe if she could actually see what she was doing…

As though by divine providence, the front door opened. Secre snatched her hand down and went back to her book, trying to look casual.

“Phew! That a was a good work out!” Asta said at his usual volume as he strolled inside, wiping a bare forearm over his brow. “I’m starving! Wonder if Charmy left anything out to eat.”

The energetic magic knight caught sight of Secre and smiled. “Hey Nero! Whatcha up to?”

“Reading,” she said simply, hoping he’d get the hint she didn’t want to talk and leave her to tend to her itch in a private.

Of course, Asta had never been the best at picking up subtle hints.

“That’s cool,” he said with his usual big smile. “What’s it about?”

Secre frowned as the itching around her horns grew worse. “It’s just a history book. I doubt you’d find much interest in it.”

“Probably,” Asta agreed with a laugh. “Hey, do you know if Charmy left any food out? I’m starving.”

“No,” Secre said a bit quicker than she intended. “You should go find her. I’m sure she’ll make you something to eat.”

The young man thumped a fist into his palm. “Good idea! Thanks Nero, you’re the best!” He turned and ran back out, shutting the door behind himself.

As soon as he was gone Secre’s hands shot up and started scratching away at her scalp. “Stupid horns,” she grumbled, eyes screwed shut as she fought a losing battle against discomfort.

And then the door slammed back open. “Thing is, I actually don’t know where Charmy is! Can you point- uh…”

The sealing mage’s eyes snapped open and locked with Asta’s as he stared at her. More specifically at her hands currently buried in her scalp. “Nero? Are you okay?”

She scowled and didn’t bother retracing her hands. She was caught in the act anyway, there was no point in pretending otherwise. “My scalp is itchy,” she grumbled. “Specifically around my horns. This happens from time to time, but it’s been particularly irritable today.”

Asta frowned. “Sounds really annoying. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Unless you’ve suddenly obtained mana and have anti-itch magic, I doubt it,” she replied testily, with a bit more force than she intended.

The swordsman didn’t let it phase him, if he registered it at all. Instead his face twisted in concentration. Then his eyes lit up. “Actually, I may have something! Be right back!” He darted out of the room and down the hall at a dead sprint. He returned a couple minutes later, holding a small clay jar. “This might help!”

“What is it?” Secre questioned, eyeing the jar dubiously.

“It’s muscle relaxant cream. Mimosa gave it to me awhile back, said it would help me recover after training.”

“And you’ve used it before?”

Asta had the good grace to look awkward. “Not really,” he admitted. “I don’t take it on missions cause I don’t want to lose or break it, and when I’m done training I’m so tired I forget about it until I’ve already recovered.”

“So you have no idea if it will actually work or not,” Secre said flatly.

“Come on Nero!” Asta begged. “Mimosa gave it to me and she knows all about healing someone and making them feel better. If she says it works, then it works!”

“I have an itch,” she reminded the dunce icily, still scratching away. “Not a muscle ache.”

“Well it can’t hurt to try! I’ll even apply it for you! Please? Pleeeease?” He stared at her with wide pleading eyes, not unlike a dog begging for food at the dinner table.

Secre huffed and relented. Asta’s desire to help others was superseded only by his muleheaded stubbornness. He wouldn’t drop it until she accepted. And it wasn’t like he could make it any worse at this point. At least she hoped not.

“Fine.”

Asta grinned from ear to ear and opened the jar, scooping out a healthy amount of cream on two fingers and rubbing it into his hands. “Don’t wanna make your hair all goopy, so I’ll coat my hands in it and rub it in. Wow, this stuff feels nice.” He flexed his hands. “A little warm, but not uncomfortable.”

“Just hurry up,” Secre grumbled as she folded her hands on her lap, fighting the urge to scratch.

“Leave it to me!” He stepped behind her chair and wiggled his fingers. Secre closed her eyes and tensed, ready to pull away if he was too rough.

Asta placed a single finger at the base of her left horn and started gently rubbing in little circles around it.

Maybe it was the cream, or the fact that he was rubbing instead of scratching, but the itching began to fade almost immediately. Secre let out an involuntary gasp at the pleasant sensation, her shoulders relaxing.

“How is it?” Asta asked, placing another finger at the base of her other horn and repeating his motions.

“Very nice,” Secre said softly, leaning back into the chair. “You’re… very good at this.”

“Heh, thanks. So, why do you itch around your horns anyway?”

“I don’t know for sure, but I would guess it’s a side effect of the curse. Since my horns aren’t a natural part of my body, the skin around them sometimes has an unpleasant reaction to their presence.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Asta replied as he traced circles around her horns. His fingers practically danced over her skin, leaving blissful warmth in their “Does it feel better now?”

It did feel much better now, Secre had to admit, but she worried that if she said that he’d stop, and she wasn’t ready for this to end. “It’s… better,” she said. “But now the rest of my scalp is itchy. Could you…?”

“Sure!” Asta’s fingers retracted from around her horns, but before Secre could complain he sunk all ten fingers into her hair and started working them across her scalp.

The sealing mage practically melted into a puddle. For someone with no mana, Asta’s calloused fingers felt like magic as they danced across her head, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. He worked them back and forth, thoroughly rubbing and stroking every spot under her hair, banishing aches she hadn’t even known she’d had. When his fingers dipped lower and started stroking across her forehead and cheeks Secre didn’t even consider questioning it. She tilted her head back and let out a breath as Asta traced her jawline with a finger before working his way back up to her scalp. When he retracted his hands from her she whined plaintively. “Why’d you stop?”

“Sorry, need to apply more cream.” Moments later his hands were back on her, and Secre was in bliss once again as Asta unleashed a skill she’d never known he had on her.

This was easily the most relaxed she’d felt in centuries.

Secre let out a content moan, not caring how it might sound. “Oh, Asta…”

*****

Noelle Silva stretched her arms over her head with a groan as she approached the entrance to the Black Bulls hideout. Like the rest of the squad Noelle had been working herself to the bone in preparation for the inevitable confrontation with the Spade Kingdom. Her control over her magic was improving steadily, but the noble knew she had a long way to go yet.

Of course, as hard as she had been training, Asta had been training even harder. He’d always pushed himself, but now he worked himself to exhaustion everyday, then woke up the next morning to do it all over again. If it were anyone else, it would be sheer insanity.

But in Asta’s case, it was just who he was.

Noelle flushed pink. Not that she was impressed by him or anything, that would be ridiculous! A royal such as herself would never let a commoner like him leave her awestruck, even if he did have muscular arms, powerful legs, and perfectly built abs that looked like they belonged on a marble sculp-

She shook her head frantically, derailing that train of thought. “No no no no no! I’m not enamored by some filthy commoner, I simply can’t be!”

It was all the training, that had to be it. She was so tired that she was nearly delirious with fatigue! Obviously she needed to take a break and cool off. Then she’d be fine.

Noelle reached for the door handle, ready to get a cold glass of water, find the comfiest chair in the main room, and relax until she banished all thoughts of-

“Oh, Asta…”

The water mage froze, hand hovering over the door handle.

That… that sounded like-

“Does it feel good Nero?”

Noelle’s heart slammed against her rib cage. There was no mistaking whose voice that was.

“It feels wonderful. Have you done this before?” Secre’s voice was breathy and serene, almost like she was… she was…

“No, this is my first time. Am I doing a good job?”

“You’re doing an amazing job, Asta.” Noelle’s already red face turned purple as the black haired girl moaned throatily. “Can we… do this again?”

“We can do this whenever you like Nero. All you have to do is ask.”

Something snapped in Noelle’s head.

Screaming, the royal kicked open the doors to the hide out, wand in hand and gathering mana for her most powerful spell. “GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY ASTA YOU BIRD BRAINED HUSSY!!!!”

Noelle had been ready for many lewd and debauched sights to await her innocent eyes on the other side of that door.

But she wasn’t ready for the reality of it.

There was no carnal act taking place in the main room of the hideout. Instead Asta stood behind Nero, who was sat in a chair with her hands folded in her lap and shooting Noelle the world’s coldest side eye, while his hands were buried in her Raven black hair.

“Noelle?!” Asta leapt back hands raised. “What the heck was that for?!”

“Astaaa,” Nero whined in a very un-Nero like way as she tilted her head back to look at him with her vibrant ruby eyes. “Come back…”

Noelle’s jaw almost hit the floor. The normally taciturn girl was pouting.

“Oh, s-sorry Nero.” He stepped back behind her and rested his hands on her head. Immediately Nero relaxed, humming contently as his fingers started to dance through her hair.

“W-what…” Noelle stared, at a loss for words. “What are you doing?”

“Nero’s head is itchy, so I’m giving her a massage to help. Why were you kicking in the front door?”

“I thought you were- i-it sounded like…”

“Like… what?” Nero’s glare could have snuffed out a fire. “What did it sound like Noelle?”

The silver haired girl swallowed hard. “Uh… it didn’t sound like… anything worth noting.”

Nero closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “That’s what I thought.”

Noelle watched awkwardly as Asta massaged away, hands dancing over Nero’s head with a tenderness she wouldn’t have expected him to posses. She looked more relaxed right in that moment than Noelle had ever seen before, not that she’d known her as a human for that long. But for someone like Nero to be making the sounds that Noelle had heard…

Asta’s hands must have felt divine.

“You okay Noelle?”

Asta’s voice woke Noelle from her thoughts. “W-what?!” She squeaked, red in the face. “I’m perfectly fine Dorksta! W-why on earth wouldn’t I be?!”

“Well you’re just… standing there. Watching me. It’s kinda creeping me out if I’m being honest.”

Noelle blushed, embarrassed. “You should be honored that I’m gracing your lowly commoner form with my gaze Dorksta! There’s nothing ‘creepy’ about it! I’m just… observing your technique is all.”

“If you like I can do you after I’m done doing Nero.”

“Please don’t phrase it like that,” both girls said simultaneously, blushing.

Asta tilted his head, confused. “Like what?”

“N-nevermind. Besides, if I want a head massage then I don’t need your grubby commoner hands in my perfect hair! You’ll probably give me lice!”

“Noelle, that’s mean!” Asta whined. “You know I bathe! C’mon, Nero thinks I’m doing good! I’m sure you’ve got an itch somewhere that I can scratch!”

“I’m sure you’ve got an itch somewhere that I can scratch!”

-“got an itch somewhere that I can scratch…”

The words entered Noelle’s mind and twisted round her thoughts, tying them up and bending them into a more pleasing form.

She was lying on her bed, Asta kneeling over her, bare chested with his hands resting on the mattress to either side of her face. His broad, calloused hand cups her soft pale cheek as he lowers his face to hers, lips threatening to brush across her own and bless them with his taste.

“I’m sure you’ve got an itch somewhere that I can scratch,” he growls throatily, holding her in place with an intense stare that bores into her very soul.

Noelle’s shriek filled the entire hide out and threatened to blow out the windows in the main room. Running on autopilot, she aimed her wand at Asta and unleashed a wall of water that lifted him off his feet and blasted through the wall. The blast continued on into the forest, and took a confused and wailing Asta with it.

Panting, Noelle lowered her wand. She was trembling like a leaf, legs wobbling as they gave out and she sank to her knees. Excess mana bled off of her as steam curling up from her head. “S-stupid perverted Dorksta…” she whispered, blushing across her entire body as she fought to get her mind back under control.

“What the hell is going on in here?!” Yami rushed into the main room, fastening his belt. “Can’t a man take a dump in peace and quiet in his own damn hideout?! And who blew a hole in my wall?!”

“S-sorry Captain,” Noelle stammered, trying and failing to get her legs under her. “Won’t happen again.”

“It better not, or I’ll kill you,” he grumbled as he turned about and made his way back to the commode.

Noelle let out a sigh of relief and tried to push herself up.

Only to find that she was stuck. As though her legs were glued to the ground. “What the-“

“That massage was beyond blissful,” Nero said in a voice like ice from behind Noelle. “And you’ve interrupted it with your childish overreaction.”

Noelle didn’t dare to look back. “I-I’m sorry…”

“Which is why you’re going to remain right there until Asta finishes what he started. Only then will I end the sealing spell keeping you on the floor. And if you interrupt us again, I’ll stick you to the ceiling for an entire day.”

Noelle wilted. “Yes ma’am…”

Nero returned to her chair and crossed her hands on her lap, waiting for Asta to return. “If you wanted a massage too, you could just ask him,” she said without looking at her captive.

Noelle huffed and crossed her arms. “Like I’d ever want his grubby hands on me! As if!”

“Very well then. I’ll just keep him for myself.”

The silver haired royal blanched. “W-what?”

“You heard me,” Nero said calmly. She didn’t even spare Noelle a glance. “I’ll keep him for myself. His grubby commoner hands feel very nice when they’re stroking my hair.”

As Noelle burst into protestations over Nero ‘keeping’ Asta, followed immediately by assurances that Noelle didn’t actually care if she did or not, the sealing mage smiled to herself. Maybe this would be the push Noelle needed to be more open about her feelings for Asta.

Or maybe this too would end in colossal and comedic failure.

Nero’s money was on the latter.

#black clover #nero black clover #asta black clover #noelle silva #asta X nero #but more as a brotp than a romance thing

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