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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      D.Gray-man
  Relationship:
      Tyki_Mikk/Allen_Walker
  Character:
      Allen_Walker, Tyki_Mikk, Lenalee_Lee, Lavi_(D.Gray-man)
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-05 Words: 7948
****** Allen's Worst Struggle ******
by slaying_dragons
Summary
     Captured and powerless, Tyki Mikk is given to Allen's custody. As
     much as Allen thinks he is strong enough to resist the Noah's endless
     teasings, he comes to a point he may not control himself anymore.
Notes
     There isn't much to say. Someone had to write some bottom!Tyki. So
     here I am with absoulutely no regrets...
"Why won't you look at me, boy?" Tyki asks with a playful tone, a charming
smile touches his lips. "Am I not as good looking?" His question is direct,
lacking shame. But that is Tyki Mikk, the Noah of Pleasure. He also enjoys
watching Allen's reactions to his directness. The white haired teen just looks
uncomfortable, averts his eyes and pretends to ignore the question. Yet the way
his shoulders tense tells another story. Tyki's smile widens at that and he
places his cigarette in between his lips to take a long joyful drag.
Allen makes his way to the training grounds to meet with Lavi. They practice
together on daily basis. Of course, this appointment does not stop Tyki. He
follows after Allen and stands by the door, leaning his back against the wall.
When Lavi looks at his way with a slightly surprised expression, Allen just
sighs at his redheaded friend. "Don't mind him."
Lavi chuckles at that and then they begin their training session. With both
young men being energetic and pumped up for a good fight, it goes on for quite
a while. The Noah watches them with an undying interest, slowly sinking against
the wall as he finishes the rest of his cigarettes. The last one is gone as
well, yet the training is nowhere done. He spends some more time watching the
younger ones before he just disappears. Allen notices that, but says nothing.
"It sucks to be you." Lavi says with a wide grin, as he slams his giant hammer
down; missing Allen by the half of an inch. "Being assigned to baby-sit him."
His neck is red by all the physical exercise, his chest is heaving harder.
Allen dodges move after move. He doesn't feel tired, yet he plays on the
defensive. "It isn't that bad." He says and Lavi almost knocks his hammer to
Allen's head. "But I think he likes making my life difficult."
Lavi looks amused by the fact. "I noticed."
Once Allen is done with Lavi, he heads to the common bathroom and takes a
shower. After getting into fresh clothes, he seeks to find Tyki. The areas Tyki
can move are limited, so it is a short lived search. The young man finds the
Noah in the small balcony of Allen's private room. There isn't much of a view
with the thick fog covering the horizon, but Tyki still leans against the rail
on his elbows and fixes his gaze forward. Even if he senses Allen standing
behind him, he doesn't react.
The white haired young man runs a hand through his damp hair and looks at the
new pack of cigarettes the other is holding. They aren't the usual brand Allen
provides him, which means he most likely traded with someone else. Knowing the
Noah, Allen is almost sure he just stole it.
"Why did you leave?" Allen asks about the training session. He cannot see
Tyki's expression from this angle, but he sees the cigarette smoke being blown
away. The Noah is in his black trousers and white button shirt, sleeves rolled
up. No shoes or socks, as if he is making himself comfortable at home. His
curls are combed back.
"Disappointed, boy?" He asks with that teasing tone again, but doesn't wait for
an answer. "You wanted me to leave you alone, so did I." He says with a sigh,
then takes another drag from his cigarette.
Allen doesn't know how to reply for a moment and just nods, even when Tyki
can't see it with his back turned. "I'll bring you dinner soon." He half turns
to head for the door. "You stay here." Then he hears a soft chuckle from Tyki,
but the Noah still doesn't look at his way. He doesn't say anything either.
Later that evening, Allen has a big dinner with Lenalee and Lavi. While those
two mostly chat up, Allen is busy stuffing his face with various meat. He skips
vegetables and Lenalee notices that. "I'm saving them for Tyki." It's an
excuse, of course. But Lenalee's face grows worried none the less. She isn't
happy about this babysitting thing. It is the alternative to lock him up in the
dungeons. She supports Allen taking responsibility, even when she doesn't trust
the Noah. It is meant to be for a limited time, thus it will not be like this
for long.
"Do you need anything?" Lenalee asks with a concerned tone. "I can have him for
tonight, if you need some time."
Both Allen and Lavi raise protests right away, perhaps over-reacting in the
process. They both know what a charmer Tyki is. Leaving him alone with Lenalee
sounds like the worst idea ever. Komui will probably kill them in mere seconds,
if the word reaches his ears. "No way, Lenalee. The guy is dangerous." Lavi
says with waving hands in her face.
"He is powerless and I can protect myself." Lenalee argues. She doesn't like
the idea of being a damsel in distress.
This time Allen protests. "It's not like that, Lenalee!" He shares a glance
with Lavi. They aren't sure how to say that. Maybe they shouldn't. And Allen
isn't that naive. He already sees how Tyki tries to flirt with him. He can't
allow the Noah doing the same to Lenalee. "I'm fine." He grins. "Trust me."
Lenalee looks in between Allen and Lavi, then nods. She doesn't get it, but she
chooses to trust Allen.
After the dinner, Allen puts enough food and drink on a trey and heads to his
room. As he opens the door, he finds Tyki laying on the bed. They have been
taking turns to use the bed. One night it's Allen sleeping there and the next
night, he uses the floor. But he is sure tonight is his turn for the bed.
He places the trey on the nightstand and looks at Tyki in the dark. He seems to
be asleep, while never bothered to get under the covers. His curls are sprawled
over the pillow, his face looks in peace. Allen notices the older man looks
quite beautiful like this, but he quickly shoves the thought away. "You have to
eat." He hopes Tyki will wake up to his voice. But the Noah doesn't even stir.
Allen leans over and his good hand touches the shoulder of the sleeping man,
giving him a light shake. "It's dinner time." Allen says again, ever so polite.
That is able to make Tyki's lashes flutter, his eyes open. He slowly sits up
and Allen can smell tobacco.
"What a lucky man I am." Tyki says, looking rather sleepy. "I'm a prisoner, but
I get served by an Exorcist. A pretty one on top of that." He openly
compliments the other, yet Allen doesn't seem effected. He is almost used to
this behavior. He is aware Tyki is trying his way to charm him, so the white
haired young man's heart will soften up to let him escape. But that is not
going to happen.
"Get off the bed, please. Tonight is my turn." Allen says, as Tyki grabs a
plate of vegetables from the trey and starts to eat. But he keeps sitting on
the bed, legs crossed.
"Ah, is it now?" He asks with a small playful smile and eats.
Allen nods and moves to his closet, grabbing his nightwear. A pair of
sweatpants and a baggy shirt. He quickly changes into them, feeling Tyki's
wandering gaze on his body. It's a bit weird, but he manages to ignore it. Then
Allen does a long set of push ups, again with the other watching him as he
eats. The younger man never even looks at Tyki's way. By the time he is done,
the Noah is putting the empty trey away. But he doesn't move from the bed. He
lays back and smiles at the other invitingly. "Perhaps we can share the bed for
one night." He says and spreads his arms at his sides, head resting on pillow.
But the bed is already too small for two and Allen isn't even seriously
considering such an option.
Allen gives him a look, then sighs. "Fine. I'll take the floor." He mumbles and
starts to spread a sheet on the floor, tossing the pillow on top.
"Come on, boy..." Tyki says with a half chuckle, looking down at Allen who is
laying down over the bed he made. "Fight me. Entertain me. Do something." He
places his feet on the floor, rests his elbows against his knees. "I have
absolutely nothing to do here. It's your duty to keep an eye on me. Have I told
you I do bad things, when I'm bored?" He looks mostly playful instead of bored.
Allen sighs and turns his back at Tyki. "I'm too tired, Tyki. Get some sleep."
Then Allen falls asleep just like that. Tyki can't believe that and lets his
body fall back on the bed.
Allen isn't sure how much of sleep he manages to get. But he wakes up before
the sun. It's actually a pair of hands wake him up, pressed against his waist.
Then those arms wrap around his chest. He can feel hot breath against his neck.
It's an unfamiliar sensation. He can't say it's unpleasant. While he wants to
press against the warm body behind him and enjoy the lips on his neck,
something tells him this is wrong. His eyes open wide and Allen quickly rolls
away from the other body. Now laying on his stomach and turning his face to the
direction of the other, he raises his upper body with elbows on the floor. From
under white bangs, he can see a rather tall and slender man next to him.
It's Tyki, of course.
They have been sharing a room since a week now. While Tyki has been quite
flirty, he never took a physical act like this before. "What are you doing?"
Allen asks in a whisper and Tyki places a hand against the younger one's cheek.
"What does it look like?" He asks in return and closes the distance in between
their faces, kissing Allen's lips. The younger man's eyes widen at that, his
body feels frozen; not sure what to do. Tyki's lips move against Allen's and
it's purely one sided. When Allen finally gathers his head enough to push the
other man away, he frowns.
"Stop!"
Tyki catches Allen's wrists in a strong grip and tries to keep him there. "Come
on, boy. Don't tell me you never imagined this." His voice is like honey
dripping on silk. "Because I did." He purrs, forcing Allen onto his back and
crawls over the younger man. Tyki's legs pin Allen's thighs down, chests press
together. Allen's wrists are held by each side of his head and the Noah
casually laps at the other's lips. "Everyone deserves to have some fun. Don't
you agree?"
Allen frowns and struggles. "No!" He can't believe Tyki is doing this. He never
fully trusted the Noah, but this is too much. "Stop!" The younger man groans,
when the man over him presses his lips to that sensitive spot behind his ear.
It feels good, but it isn't greater than his growing anger. When a hand of Tyki
goes down in between their bodies to be settled on Allen's groin, that gives
the younger man an opening. With his one hand free, he puts on a full fight and
throws Tyki off of him. He doesn't stop there. The white haired young man
pushes the other down to the floor, switching their previous positions. Now
Tyki lays on his back with his hands pinned at either side of his head. Unlike
Allen, he looks amused. That angers the white haired one further.
"Ah, so you like being on top." Tyki chuckles, as if he just learned a nice and
big secret. "We can do that." Tyki certainly doesn't mind that. Before he can
say another teasing word, he is punched in the face so hard, he sees stars.
Allen pants over him, furious and about to explode. But the young man gets up
after a long moment. Then Tyki loses his previous privileges as a prisoner.
Allen ties him up in an uncomfortable position. Tyki's wrists are bound behind
him in a very tight grip, it will certainly leave a mark. He doesn't even fight
or resist. Then his ankles are tied together, leaving him no room to walk or
even stand on his own.
"If only you told me this was your thing, I could arrange something." Tyki
continues with his playful mood. But Allen isn't joking.
Allen leaves the room right away and doesn't return until lunch time. When he
walks in with a trey of food, he finds Tyki sitting on the floor, back resting
against the bed. His position looks uncomfortable, his shoulders hunched. His
head is bowed forward, as if he is asleep. His messy curls fall over his face,
not showing Allen of his eyes. But that doesn't matter. He just stands before
Tyki and places the trey down on the floor. Then Allen stands up to leave. But
he hears Tyki's voice.
"Not going to untie me?" He asks, sounding a bit tired. He must be hungry and
lacking his daily tobacco dose.
"No." Allen answers sharp and simple.
"How am I supposed to eat like this?" Tyki finally moves his head up to look at
the younger one behind curls.
"I'm sure you'll find a way." Allen replies and turns back at the door.
"Come on, boy..." Tyki sighs. "Don't be like this. I was only trying to help
you."
But Allen groans at that. His fists are clenched at his sides and he is trying
hard not to hit the other again. "Help?" He half turns at Tyki and gives him an
angry look. "Is that what you call it?"
Tyki shrugs. At least, he tries to. His arms look in pain. They are probably
numb. "You have too much tension. I could help you with relief." He smiles with
no shame. But Allen has no time to listen any of this. He slams the door shut
and goes on with his day.
He doesn't tell anyone about what happened last night. It's embarrassing and
wrong. But what feels the wrongest is how he keeps thinking about how good it
felt when Tyki's lips were pressed against his neck. He doesn't even want to go
how tempting it was, when the older man laid beneath him so willingly.
Shaking such sinful thoughts off, he meets with Lavi for another training
session. Lavi notices something is different with Allen. But no matter how many
times he asks, Allen doesn't give an answer. After dinner he stays with Lavi
and Lenalee. His friends cheer him up, which he is grateful for. But his mind
drifts back to Tyki over and over. Allen thinks thoroughly about what happened
and how it could progress. If Tyki wanted, there could be a full fledged fight.
But the Noah didn't even try hard. There was no struggle, when Allen tied him
up. Did he actually believe Allen wanted that?
When it is past midnight, Allen parts with his friends to visit cafeteria to
prepare some sandwich. He hasn't given Tyki any dinner. He probably has other
needs, too. When he returns to his room, Tyki is laying on his side on the
floor. Some food from lunch is spread around, Tyki's shirt is a mess from not
being able to use his hands. The drink is spilled around. He probably couldn't
take more than a sip. The room needs a cleaning, so does Tyki. Allen notes how
the Noah looks miserable like this. While Allen doesn't see this fit even for
enemies, a secret part of him finds it well suited.
He kneels by Tyki's side and helps him sit up. Tyki doesn't resist, looks worn
out. Allen brings up a glass of water to his lips and the older man just drinks
until the last drop. "Do you want another?" He asks with a soft tone, now
feeling bad about how he treated Tyki today. Refusing proper food and drink is
too harsh of a punishment.
The Noah nods and Allen pours another glass before raising it up to Tyki's lips
again. As he comes to halfway, Tyki slows down and causes water to run down his
chin. His dirty shirt now becomes soaked. Allen takes it as a sign to pull the
glass away. "I brought food. Do you want anything else?" He keeps a hand on
Tyki's shoulder to help him in this sitting position.
"Cigarettes." The Noah says with a sly smirk, which comes out a bit tired.
"Bathroom. Clean clothes. Untie me?"
Allen sighs. "I don't trust you."
Tyki gives Allen a lopsided smile. "As you shouldn't." It doesn't really help
with this case. But Allen starts to loosen the ropes around his wrists. When
Tyki is completely free of his bindings, he groans at his numb limbs. He
doesn't even try to move from his spot. He is surprised, when Allen takes an
arm in between his hands and massages his muscles to help with the circulation.
With widened eyes, he looks at the younger man. But then he breaks out a smile.
"So thoughtful." He says and allows Allen to help him. "Thank you."
Allen doesn't say anything in return. When he decides Tyki is ready to get up
and move on his own, he escorts him to bathroom and waits by the door. The Noah
takes his sweet time to tend himself. By the time the door opens, he is wearing
spare clothes from Allen's wardrobe. They aren't a bad fit. The shirt is just
fine, while the sweatpants are a bit short by the ankles. There is a towel over
his head, a few droplets of water run down his neck.
They sit on the floor, as Tyki eats a very late dinner; then smokes a few
cigarettes until Allen lets out a big yawn. "You can take the bed tonight."
Tyki says with his natural playful mood, but Allen shakes his head and leads
the Noah to the bed. The older man's eyebrows are arched with curiosity, as he
sits down on the bed and Allen brings the ropes. "Is that needed?" Tyki asks,
but doesn't move from where he's sitting.
Allen knows he can't trust this guy, so they have to play by his own rules.
"Bring your hands." He commands, which earns him a glare from the Noah. But
Tyki doesn't make a fuss over this. That is good, because Allen isn't going to
have it other way.
"I am not going to touch you again." Tyki says, as Allen ties his wrists
together before him; then forces Tyki to lie down on the bed. "Unless you ask
me to." Allen ignores these words and ties Tyki's hands to the headboard.
Tossing the blanket over the older man, he cleans up the room, prepares his bed
on he floor and quickly falls asleep.
The morning starts nicely with the sunshine invading the room. Allen wakes up
in a good mood, sits up and stretches his arms over his head. He had a good
sleep with no Noah interrupting. Turning his face at the bed, he comes across a
heavily sleeping Tyki. The older man is still tied to the headboard, laying on
his back. But the cover is half kicked away, one long leg is resting over. His
shirt is pulled up enough to show a flat stomach. His dark skin is smooth over
the waistband of the sweatpants. Allen knows he is staring and it is wrong. But
he can't help with how he fails to look away for another moment. It takes a lot
of willpower to get up and change into his casual clothes. Then he rushes for
breakfast and comes back for Tyki with food.
The Noah is still sleeping. But when he hears the door close, he stirs. When he
opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is Allen. He smiles charmingly. "Hey
there." Allen sits by the edge of the bed and unties Tyki.
"I apologize for yesterday. I was angry." Allen says with a slightly worried
tone. "I didn't mean to starve you." As the last of rope comes off, he stands
up and watches Tyki massage his joints.
"I'm not mad." Tyki replies, now sitting up. He looks at the breakfast at the
bedside. "And I'm sorry..." Tyki continues, which makes Allen surprised. Is the
Noah actually apologizing for the other night? "I didn't know you were a
virgin. I would have approached more properly, if I was aware."
Allen's face goes all red, but Tyki continues as he reaches for the cup of
coffee. "I would take you out for dinner and treat you with flowers." That
trademark smug smile is back on Tyki's face. Allen wants to throw a fit, but he
can't decide if he is more embarrassed or angry. "Oh, I could teach you all
about pleasures." Now he openly grins at Allen.
The Exorcist groans aloud and wants to wipe that smug expression off Tyki's
face. "Why do you think I want to do anything with you?!" He asks with an angry
expression in his face. "You are my enemy!" He clenches his fists at his sides
so hard, his knuckles hurt.
Tyki seems further amused, then takes a slow sip from his coffee. "So?"
Allen can't find a proper argument against this. Tyki doesn't care to listen
reasoning. Not that Allen shows any other proper wording. He feels like he is
reduced to groans and funny faces. So he just throws out the first thing coming
to his mind. "You are not my type!"
That is able to grab Tyki's whole attention. He glares at Allen over his
coffee, eyes serious. "Am I not?" Tyki looks rather offended from where Allen
stands. It is satisfying in a way, but Allen is still struggling to find proper
words. He fails.
"Am I not as good looking?" Tyki asks, then shoots another question. "What is
your type, boy? That girl, Lenalee?" His question is serious, as if he wants to
know the answer. "Or the redheaded one?" Before he can bring up other names,
Allen closes the gap in between them and stuffs a big chunk of break into
Tyki's mouth. Then he basically manhandles the Noah to tie him up for the day.
Once more Tyki's wrists are bound behind him and his ankles together. It isn't
as tight as yesterday.
Following days pass in similar fashion. Allen ties Tyki up the whole time,
except for meals and bathroom breaks. At nights, he is tied up to the
headboard. The Noah doesn't whine a lot about this situation. He may be just
human now, but he is certainly not an average human. A regular man would be
beaten up badly at this point, begging Allen to release him. Tyki does not beg.
Instead he keeps teasing the Exorcist whenever he can. Allen goes red faced
each time. Ignoring the Noah becomes harder and harder each day.
Lenalee and Lavi ask about Tyki after a few days. "He used to follow you like a
lost puppy." The redhead says, as they enjoy a big dinner. "Is he sick or
something?"
Lenalee goes wide eyed at that. "It may be contagious. Are you alright, Allen-
kun?" She is always overly worried about her friends. But Allen just shakes his
head.
"It's just... We decided it's best to stay in the room." It's not the clearest
explanation in the world, yet Lavi shrugs at it. Lenalee still presses a hand
against Allen's forehead to check his temperature. They don't ask about the
Noah again.
That night Tyki sits on the floor again, eating the food Allen brought him. He
hasn't lost any weight in the past week, but his body is getting sore. "How is
your lady friend doing?" He asks with a half smile and finishes up the hot
soup, then lazily nibbles on the fish. "Or was it the redheaded one?"
Allen sighs at that and pours a glass of water. "None of your business." He
watches as Tyki eats. It's always an interesting sight. The Noah seems to keep
his elegant posture in whatever he is doing. The way his throat bobs, when he
swallows water or food, Allen can't seem to look away. He tries not to stare.
Not too much. He only hopes Tyki isn't aware of this awkward curiosity.
"Come on, boy. Tell me something interesting. After all, I am stuck in your
room and have nothing to do. Entertain me." He reaches for his cigarette pack.
He is allowed to smoke a few before Allen ties him up for the night.
Allen refuses to tell him anything. Instead he brings up a deck of cards, which
brightens up Tyki's mood nicely. They play for a while with nothing to bet on.
It isn't as entertaining as strip poker, but they have fun none the less. Allen
keeps winning for obvious reasons. "Cheating Boy A..." Tyki sighs and tosses
his cards to the floor, another round lost. "You could have let me win just
once." He shakes his head with disapproval, but Tyki doesn't seem upset or
anything. Allen grins at that, not even denying anything.
After Allen helps him to bathroom for the last time for tonight, Tyki washes
his face and brushes his teeth. Then they return to the bed. It's almost a
habit now. Tyki lies down and waits for Allen to tie him up. There is no
struggle at any point. Allen doesn't know why Tyki is so cooperative, but his
mind has been at it since a long while by now.
"Good night." He hears Tyki's voice and soon falls asleep with many thoughts
occupying his head.
Next days are uneventful. Their daily routines continue, but now they spend
more time before bed; mostly playing cards. Tyki wants to learn about a few
tricks and Allen refuses. "That's one secret I'll never share." He grins,
proud.
There are times Allen has to visit his room during the day. He finds Tyki in
different positions each time. One time he is standing up on his feet, but
leaning his head against the wall. A few times he finds Tyki lying on the floor
on his side, hands resting behind him. He is barely conscious each time. With
nothing else to do and limbs bound, it makes sense he sleeps more. Allen admits
he feels bad about this, but it cannot be helped. He knows Tyki will not
behave, if he gives him freedom.
Today he walks in to grab his jacket and finds Tyki sleeping in bed. He is
sitting by the edge with his bare feet touching the floor, but his upper body
is slumped over the sheets. His eyes blink a few times at the noise Allen
makes, but he remains asleep afterward. The way his neck is exposed is hard to
look away. The curve of his shoulder and how messily those curls fall over his
eyes. Tyki is an attractive man. He is beautiful, Allen gives that. Now he
wonders again, if he really meant those words when he said Tyki is not his
type. Who is he kidding? This man is everyone's type.
Allen sighs mentally at his own thoughts. Why is he even thinking of such
things? This is wrong in so many levels, he needs to get over it. He needs to
get out of this room. But here his feet are bringing him close to the sleeping
Noah. And his hand is hovering over those dark curls. He wants to touch, but he
shouldn't. He really should not touch the sleeping enemy's hair, no matter how
tempting it is. He certainly shouldn't run his fingertips on that elegant neck.
He is curious about how that skin feels under his hand.
He holds his breath and tries to see reason. The temptation is so great, but he
can't...
He can't.
To let out some steam, he meets up with Lavi for another training session. It
doesn't really help. Allen feels spent at some point, yes. But it isn't the
same thing. He keeps thinking of Tyki. Not even a cold shower helps. Allen
feels torn inside, doubts himself of being swayed by the evil. He works hard to
convince himself. But that is another dead end. He tries not to show it to
Tyki. Thankfully, the Noah doesn't ask why the Exorcist looks so tense.
It takes three more days. Three very long days. Then Allen just punches the
wall in the bathroom. It cracks badly and he feels awfully guilty about the
damage he put there. He takes deep breaths and counts to ten. Then he is
marching back to his room with fierce steps. By the time his hand is on the
door handle, he considers about going back and distracting himself with
something else. But he doesn't. He can't seem to control himself anymore.
Allen opens the door and finds Tyki sitting on the floor, head resting against
bed. His legs are bent at knees, almost touching his chest. He is in another
deep slumber, not even noticing Allen is here. The white haired young man
closes the door behind, then makes sure to lock it. His heart is beating so
fast, it hurts. He knows he has to stop right now. But it doesn't happen.
He closes the gap in between himself and Tyki and grabs the sleeping Noah by
the front of his shirt. Allen can't even fight himself anymore, as he crushes
his lips against the other. It's supposed to be a kiss, but that's mostly his
teeth against Tyki's lips. He feels the other man waking up from his sleep,
confused at first, but then he is just mumbling against Allen's lips. Allen
doesn't stop, he has to sate this hunger. He sucks on Tyki's lips and forces
him to open his mouth. He is already invading the bound man's mouth by his
tongue, exploring greedily. Tyki tastes like tobacco and mint. There is no
technique or pattern to what he is doing, but Tyki doesn't protest. He just
allows Allen do what he wants.
The Exorcist stops, when he runs out of breath. He heavily breathes in and out,
looking at Tyki's face from the closeness. His hands are still clutching at the
Noah's shirt. "What has gotten into you, boy?" Tyki asks, when he gathers
enough breath to speak. But instead of a reply, he gets touches. Allen's hands
cup his face. Then they run through those messy curls. They are soft and
perfect, Allen doesn't want to move his hands forever. But then Allen's mouth
is on Tyki's face, kissing and lapping at dark smooth skin. He pays extra
attention to that beauty mark under the Noah's eye and he can hear the soft
sigh coming from Tyki.
"I guess I'm your type now." He smiles and turns his face, so he can nuzzle
Allen's chin. Then Allen starts receiving small kisses from the older man,
enjoying each of them. His hands run down at Tyki's neck, tracing the curve of
his shoulders and then his palms press against that hard chest. Allen tries to
explore every inch of the torso of the Noah. The shirt's fabric is getting on
the way and he finds himself getting more impatient. He suddenly pulls away
from lingering kisses of the Noah and grabs the hem of the shirt he is wearing.
Yanking it up doesn't end up well with Tyki's hands still bound behind him.
"Untie me." Tyki whispers at Allen and licks his lips.
Allen gives him an alien look and then shakes his head. "No." He speaks for the
first time since he entered the room. His hands move to the neck of the shirt.
Without any real effort he rips it open and Tyki's torso is exposed. He isn't a
muscular man, but nicely toned. His skin is smooth as he expected, but not as
flawless. There are scars from their previous encounter. It's not looking bad,
Allen thinks. He even finds it hot, how it was given by his hand. The fabric of
the ripped shirt hangs from Tyki's shoulders and Allen has to get rid of the
annoyance. He rips them apart to ribbons, so now there is nothing covering
Tyki's upper body.
The Exorcist attack every bit of skin before him. He mouths at Tyki's Adam's
apple, then licks down to that hard lined chest. As one hand plays with a
nipple, rubbing and pinching; his lips are pressed against the other. Allen
hungrily laps and sucks at it, feeling it harden against his tongue. He enjoys
the taste of Tyki's skin. He can't get enough. Tyki twitches under all this
affection and sighs with pleasure. When Allen focuses on the scars and maps
them with his tongue, Tyki starts to breath heavier.
"Come on, boy." He squirms heatedly, still looking so elegant, but also
vulnerable. "Untie me, so I can return the favor."
Allen looks up at Tyki, as if he considers the option. But then he shakes his
head once more, his cheeks are all red. He pulls and pushes at Tyki, so he can
settle down on the older man's lap. His hands are resting on those gorgeous
shoulders of the Noah. It is a suggestive closeness, which he needs. "No."
Allen finally says and captures Tyki's lips once more. This time Tyki tries to
lead the kiss, but Allen doesn't follow. He has little control over his actions
and just ravages the older man's mouth with pure hunger. Then his hands are on
his upper arms, manhandling Tyki to turn his back to him. The Noah is pushed
against the bed, standing on the floor on his knees. Allen gives him no time to
adjust to this new position and shoves his hands down Tyki's pants, nails
scratching at those tight hips. He can hear Tyki chuckling.
"Eager, aren't we?" He asks, as Allen bites at a shoulder to leave a bruise.
Tyki's hands are trapped in between their bodies, while Allen's are all over
Tyki, running on firm thighs and cupping his groin with his cursed hand. It's
experimental how he gives a few tugs and feels Tyki's back pressing against
him. The Noah looks more relaxed in his bonds, while getting harder in his
hand. It reminds Allen of the tightness in his own pants. He believes he waited
enough and removes his hands from Tyki to push his waistband down before
ripping those sweatpants to pieces as well. Then he works on undoing his own
pants. Only in a few seconds his hardness is pressing against Tyki's thigh, as
Allen grabs the older man's hips in order to position himself. His lips are
pressed against the nape of Tyki's neck. But he hears Tyki's voice again.
"Wait. Wait." The Noah breaths and Allen manages to pause. "You aren't going to
take me dry, are you?" But Allen isn't sure if he follows. He removes his mouth
from Tyki's neck and pushes his face over the other's shoulder to give him a
look. Tyki throws him a side glance and smiles. "Open the drawer." He points at
the nightstand with a tilt of head. "There's a vial of oil."
The white haired young man moves to said drawer and opens it, easily finds the
vial. He can't help wondering when the Noah put it there in the first place. It
is either that night he jumped on Allen or even before, knowing they would get
to this moment. It doesn't matter. He removes the cap and turns to look at
Tyki, who is looking up at him with a sly expression, focusing on Allen's
hardness. Not only Tyki is completely naked and tied up on the floor, but Allen
is fully clothed with only his pants hanging down by his hips. The exorcist
likes this contrast.
"If you want my mouth first, I'm up for that, boy." Tyki offers and Allen's
brain is on fire. He doesn't even think twice by such a proposition. Quickly
sitting by the side of the bed, he spreads his legs, so Tyki is kneeling in
between them. The Noah looks at the length before him with an amused smile and
catches Allen's hot gaze. He doesn't wait to nuzzle underside, then mouths it.
Allen moans so loud, anyone passing by the corridor can hear him. So he presses
a hand against his mouth. Tyki gives a small chuckle at that and takes the head
to his mouth with slow motions. Allen feels his body is on fire and molten lava
is pouring through his veins.
He watches Tyki's head pushing further and taking more of him to that hot
mouth. It turns him on all the more. Then he feels a tongue pressing and that
sucking, Allen tries to swallow his moans. He doesn't do a very good job with
staying silent. Once Tyki's head goes up and down, the Exorcist knows there is
no way he can last long. He gets impatient again and grabs a handful of Tyki's
hair. His hand moves on his own, pushing deeper and pulling faster. The Noah
takes it well. He doesn't even gag, when Allen feels the head hit the back of
his throat.
It takes no more than five pushes to drive himself to the edge. Everything goes
white and Allen's body tightens, exploding his release into Tyki's mouth.
Finally letting go of the Noah's hair, Allen collapses back onto the bed to
catch his breath. He is aware this is way too quick, but it is also his first
time. He doesn't care.
When he opens his eyes and sits up, he can see Tyki watching him with an
intense gaze. "There now, boy. Feeling better?" Allen reaches a hand to cup the
older man's cheek, brushing his thumb over that beauty mark under the eye. It's
a loving gesture.
"That was... perfect." Allen replies, wondering if he should have taken Tyki's
offer weeks ago. But pondering too much about the past makes no difference. The
Noah pushes his face to Allen's touch, asking for more. But then he presses a
kiss to the younger man's wrist.
"Come on, boy. Prepare me for another round." He looks at the forgotten vial
laying on the bed and Allen gives an eager nod. Of course, Tyki has seen
Allen's inhuman stamina in the battleground. He knows one round is not the end
of today. The white haired young man grabs the vial, gets off the bed and
behind Tyki. He opens the cap and pours some to his cursed hand.
"What do I do now?" Allen asks for some guidance. He appreciates how Tyki
doesn't mock his lack of experience. The Noah presses his upper body against
the bed, so he can offer his hips to the Exorcist with a better view.
"Get your fingers in me." He says over his shoulder and Allen gets the idea. He
coats his fingers and experimentally runs a finger to that tightness. He
circles and teases, then pushes his finger in. It's so tight and nice, he can't
wait to bury himself inside Tyki. A second finger is then inserted and it's
even a tighter fit. He can feel the resistance, which makes Allen excited. He
is getting hard again. After a few pulls and pushes, he withdraws his fingers,
pours more oil to his palm and slicks himself. Tyki doesn't protest and just
presses his cheek against the bed. "This isn't how I imagined this to proceed."
He says in a whispered tone, but he doesn't sound like complaining.
Allen puts his knees at each side of Tyki's tied up legs and grabs the Noah's
hips with one hand. His other hand is holding his length to guide into that
perfect hotness. "What do you mean?" He asks in a breath and hears Tyki
chuckle.
"I never thought you were such a kinky one, boy." Tyki replies with pure
amusement. "You prefer to take the lead. I like that." There isn't much Tyki
can do with his limbs tied up. So he just waits for Allen to take what he
wants.
Allen doesn't waste any time and presses himself into Tyki. Since his
preparation was quick and careless, he meets up with some resistance. Tyki is
overly tight and he can't shove himself in one go. Now he understands why Tyki
insisted on using oil. The Noah's muscles over his shoulders tense and his
panting can be heard, yet he doesn't tell Allen to slow down or stop. He takes
everything well. Allen pushes, pushes and pushes until he is perfectly seated
in Tyki. All these sensations are overloading and Allen feels like he can come
right away. But he takes a few deep breaths to calm his senses.
"How does it feel?" He hears Tyki asking. "Am I nice enough?"
Allen wants to answer, but he can't. Words are lost on him once more and
sensations take over. He grabs Tyki's hips with both hands and starts to
thrust. It's quick and shallow at first. But then his body is moving on it's
own, going for deeper thrusts. Tyki is panting heavily, eyes closed. Allen
appreciates the view before him and looks down at where they are joined
together, how he disappears into Tyki's perfect heat.
He is too consumed in his own pleasure, Allen forgets about Tyki. It isn't
short lived as his first release, but he gets there soon enough. When he feels
it's near, he grabs the Noah's hips tighter and buries himself deep before he
loads his release into the older man. That feels quite satisfying to mark him
this way.
Allen rests his forehead against Tyki's shoulder, as he comes from his high.
Then he pulls back, unties Tyki's limbs and moves the Noah onto the bed. Tyki
groans and rubs his wrists, when Allen pushes him to his back. From this
position, Allen can see how hard the Noah is. It's a beautiful view. Tyki lying
on white sheets with nothing to hide any inch of his lean and tall body. His
eyes are glassy and his lips are parted with pleasure. His dark curls sprawled
around his beautiful face. Legs spread, as Allen kneels in between them.
The Exorcist holds Tyki's calves and pushes them up, so his legs are bent at
knees, spread even further to put the Noah into a more vulnerable position.
Allen is eager again, moves his mouth to the older man's hardness. Tyki sighs
with pleasure and half sits with his weight resting against his elbows. He
wants to watch Allen. Their eyes meet, when Allen parts his mouth to take the
head inside. He tries his best to mimic Tyki's previous doings on him. He was
always a fast learner and he can see he is doing well, because the Noah pants
faster than before. Allen's head moves up and down, being careful about not
gagging himself.
It doesn't take long before Tyki rolls his head back and moans in the hottest
way. He doesn't grab Allen's hair, remains passive. But he doesn't warn Allen
either and comes into the younger man's mouth after a deep shudder. The
Exorcist tries to swallow it and pulls back to wipe his mouth. His eyes are on
Tyki's spent body again, taking in the beautiful sight before him.
Tyki is still panting hard, when Allen lifts Tyki's knees and pushes them up,
then apart. The Exorcist's knees rest against the other's hips, his hardness is
pressed against that hot opening. It is no surprise he is extremely hard again.
This time he pushes in easier, goes all the way in with no resistance. Tyki
opens his eyes and meets the white haired one's gaze. Allen knows no break, but
he doesn't expect any different.
The younger man rolls his hips in a steady rhythm, no longer in a rush. That
desperate tension is gone, so now he can enjoy the slower pace. It feels nice
to be in between these long and dark legs of Tyki. Feels so right. Changing the
angle of his thrusts, Allen experiments about what makes Tyki give the best
reaction.
"Does this mean we are no longer enemies?" The Noah asks, possibly aiming to
tease. Allen doesn't know how to answer that and thrusts a bit harder than
before. "Are we friends?" Tyki gives his trademark charming smile. It can melt
anyone's heart. Allen can't say he is unaffected, but he tries to keep a
straight face.
"Lovers?" Tyki does not stop, wanting to pry an answer from Allen. "Or we can
be secret lovers. Ah-!" Allen thrusts at a new angle hard and Tyki clutches at
sheets. The vein in his neck stands out, making Allen smile and want to lick
that. He keeps hitting that same spot, making Tyki squirm under him. Guiding
Tyki's one leg over his shoulder, Allen leans down to mouth at the other's
neck. He licks over that vein and moves up to capture the Noah's lips in a
fierce kiss. He can feel Tyki's erection being trapped in between their bodies.
Allen ups the pace at this point, assaulting that sensitive spot over and over
until Tyki's hands cling to his shoulders. The Noah starts to clench around
Allen and that is enough to drive Allen to the edge again. He makes sure to hit
that spot a few more times before he comes inside of Tyki. The Noah follows
shortly after him, shooting his release in between their bodies.
Allen stays inside of Tyki for a while, drinking up the sight under him and
placing lazy kisses all over that pretty face. Tyki lowers his legs to press
his knees at either side of Allen. The older man looks less sly now and more
ruined. Allen knows he likes this look better. Tyki's hand move up to cup the
younger one's cheek. His fingertips trace the scar over his eye, following the
lines of the star on his forehead. Allen enjoys that.
"You are not going to tie me up again. Are you, boy?" Tyki asks with a very
much relaxed tone now. Allen is busy kissing the Noah's jawline. But he raises
his head to look the other in the eye and removes some hair away from Tyki's
face.
"If there is someone in need to be tied, that is you." Tyki moves his head up
to lick at Allen's lips, then rests back on the pillow. "Since you can't keep
your hands off of me."
Allen smiles back at that, feeling quite relaxed as if a heavy burden has just
left his shoulders. None of his previous concerns worry him anymore. "I don't
know." Allen speaks, being rather coy. "You need to convince me."
Tyki arches his brows with amusement. "Convince you how?"
Allen pulls back enough to flip Tyki over, so he can wrap the Noah's body with
his own. The older man still shows no resistance for all this rough manhandling
and feels something hard against his hip. The white haired young man grabs
Tyki's hands at each side of his head, intertwines their fingers. "I can think
of something."
They don't stop for the rest of the day and night.
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