D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ A Game of Poker ❯ Utter Frustration ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Bookkbaby84 
Anime/Manga: D. Gray-man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.13.2009 | Updated On: 05.22.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 748 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: D. Gray-man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.13.2009 | Updated On: 05.22.2009 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 748 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: This is my first multichapter fanfic for the DGM fandom! Yay! I’m fairly new to the fandom, but hopefully I haven’t made any unforgivable mistakes.
Warnings: YAOI, which means BOYS LOVING BOYS. If you dislike that, then the back button is easy enough to find. Please click that and leave. Limes are in the future, and lemons in the uncut versions (not on fanfiction(dot)net). Maybe some OOC, spoilers for the end of the anime later on.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely characters, that honor belongs to Katsura Hoshino. (Though if Hoshino-sama ever has a sale, I call dibs on Tyki… what?) I don’t own anything but a copy of the anime series and all volumes of the manga in English. Anything you don’t recognize (like the plotline of ‘A Game of Poker’) does belong to me. Everything else… not so much. Please don’t sue.
Kudos to the awesome SisterWicked of AssHat Productions (a group I am now a proud member of), who got me started on Lucky and lets me use 'lovely'! Beta’d by Misster Cackles! All remaining mistakes are mine.
Last Time On ‘A Game Of Poker’:
He collected the rest of his belongings and left, shutting off the lights as he went.
Tyki left no note this time, but made a silent promise to himself to find the redhead again. Soon.
And Now, The Continuation
A Game of Poker, Chapter 5
Utter Frustration
The redhead slowly woke up, eyes sliding open lethargically. He faced what should have been Tyki's side of the bed, but the Noah was long gone. The Exorcist hadn't expected anything different, since it wasn't like they were together for anything more than carnal pleasure.
Ignoring the sudden ache in his chest, he sat up and began looking around for his clothes. His lower body ached, the soreness still unfamiliar but welcome. He had to get back to his own hotel room. The Finder had probably realized by now that he hadn't come back after leaving to retrieve the Innocence. His shoulders slumped at the memory, a surge of guilt washing through him. Bookmen weren't supposed to have ‘relations’ with anyone in the first place, making what he was doing doubly terrible.
Not only had he spent the night in the arms of an enemy, but he had also broken the unwritten laws of the Bookmen. Again. Not only was he letting this happen, but he had asked for it too by pretending to lose that first game. Now he doubted he could bring himself to attack Tyki, though he was reasonably certain he'd be able to defend himself if it ever came to that.
He had to end this before it got worse.
A green glow shone softly from his left, barely visible in his peripheral vision. He turned, mouth agape as he realized what it was.
Tyki had left the Innocence and Lavi could tell by the placement - exactly where the redhead was most likely to notice it when he woke up - that it wasn't an accident. The Pleasure had left it for him, even though the older man had won the game.
A rush of warmth - not quite like the heat he had felt like night, but similar - filled his body. He felt like he was floating, a grin he was unable to suppress stretching his mouth.
Line Break
Tyki stood out on the balcony, half-dressed with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. His latest conquest was trying to fall asleep in her bed, her mind filled with his false promises of sleeping next to her once he had finished his smoke.
The Pleasure had met her at another high-society party, though he had been the one to lead in the careful steps of seduction. Her hair, a bright, vivid red, had caught his eye. The woman's eyes were a dull brown, but her hair had made up for it and he had chosen her as his partner for the night.
She had been as unsatisfying as his other partners. All he wanted was to leave, perhaps find someone better to ease his frustration with - like Lavi. It had been a week since he had lain with the younger man and already he wanted to go and find him again. The Exorcist had satisfied him and it seemed he wouldn't be able to find fulfillment in anyone else until his desire for the redhead had been worked out of his system. It was inconvenient, but not an insurmountable problem.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, hearing the woman's breathing even out in the room behind him. He was free to leave. As he crushed the half-smoked cigarette beneath his heel, he wondered how much longer he had to enjoy Lavi's body before the Millennium Earl ordered the Exorcist killed. The Earl was planning something, though he hadn't let anyone in on what, and the man would not wait forever before sending one of the Noah after the Exorcists. It might even be Tyki himself, and it was only a matter of time.
The Pleasure scowled and shoved those thoughts aside, slipping quietly back into the redheaded woman's room to grab his things. He would simply have to take what he could while he could still get it and hope that the Earl ordered the Exorcist's death after he'd had his fill. As he was now, imagining Lavi's corpse sent an unfamiliar chill through his blood.
Line Break
Lavi leaned back against the wall of the alley, trying to catch his breath. His arms shook with the weight of his hammer. The redhead could hear Allen fighting the Akuma, but it sounded like the fight had moved a few streets down in just the few minutes he had been away.
He'd need to hurry if he wanted to catch up. The Innocence they had been sent after was surprisingly well protected, especially considering how light the guard had been on the other Innocence the Exorcists had been sent after lately. The redhead had never been so happy to have a partner on the mission, rather than being solo. He wouldn't have been able to handle all the Akuma by himself, though he had managed for a while until Allen had heard the noise and come running.
As his breathing slowly returning to normal, he took a firmer grip on his hammer and turned towards the distant sounds of fighting. The sight of a figure at the mouth of the alley made him stop short. Ozuchi Kozuchi was lowered automatically and he took a few halting steps towards the man he hadn't seen but in his dreams for three weeks. He had gone on two other, short missions, but he hadn't seen the Noah on either of those. Golden eyes watched him intently, hunger evident on the man's face.
"Tyki?" he asked, staring uncertainly at the unnaturally wide smile the Noah wore. It was a grin he had never seen on the Pleasure's face before, one that chilled him to the bone.
"Let's play a game, Exorcist." the Noah said, tilting his head just slightly to the side. The grin stretched wider as the Pleasure began walking towards him.
"Game? Poker?" Lavi asked, backing up slowly. Something about Tyki's manner set off warning bells in his head, as though he were a rabbit cornered by a very hungry wolf. He suddenly recalled Tyki warning him about a 'dark side' the Noah supposedly had and was just as suddenly sure he was looking at it.
Tyki shook his head, chuckling.
"No, not this time. This time, it's this simple: if I catch you, I get to have you."
The redhead backed into the wall, a startled gasp escaping his lips at the sudden contact.
"What?" he asked weakly, staring as the older man continued his advance, golden eyes raking him up and down. The Exorcist could feel his body stir under the lustful gaze, even as his mind told him to run. There was a barely leashed air of violence around the Pleasure. The Exorcist swallowed heavily, hands tightening on his hammer.
He could order it to extend, get him out of there before Tyki even realized he was escaping, but he didn't move. Logic told him nothing good could come from staying where he was and Tyki was now only a few steps away. In moments the Noah would be close enough to touch him. The redhead's body heated further at the thought, something primal inside him responding to the violence in the air.
"Not going to run?" the Pleasure asked, still grinning widely. Logic trumped desire at the question. Lavi swung his weapon so that the head was braced against the ground.
"Ozuchi Kozuchi!" he began, tightening his grip on the handle. "Ext-"
A hand grabbed his neck and shoved him backward into the wall, cutting off his words. His hammer fell from his hands as he raised them to try and pry the fingers from around his neck. He could still breathe, he wasn't being strangled, but he couldn't speak. His feet were an inch above the ground and he kicked, instinctively trying to break free.
"Too slow." the Noah told him smugly. "Now..."
The Exorcist breathed more easily as the Pleasure let his feet touch the ground but didn't remove his hand from the redhead's neck, holding on loosely. Lavi's back was still pressed against the harsh brick, Tyki moving in closer to the pinned redhead and grinding their hips together.
Lavi's gasp of surprise at the eager hardness pressing against him was swallowed by a bruising kiss. Tyki's mouth devoured his, biting at the lower lip and thrusting his tongue inside to taste the Exorcist deeply. The redhead moaned, half in shock and half in arousal as the Noah continued to move against him.
Tyki broke the kiss as brutally as he began, not pausing to sooth the younger man's lips. The Noah's hands raked down the redhead's chest to his belt buckle, undoing it and shoving both Lavi's pants and boxers down to mid-thigh. Lavi gasped as air hit his heated skin.
The Pleasure lifted one of his hands and bit into the material of his glove, tugging it off his hand. As soon as his fingers were free and the white glove was tucked into the pocket of his jacket, he lifted three fingers to Lavi's mouth.
"Suck." the older man demanded, shoving all three fingers into Lavi's mouth at once. The redhead nearly choked, doing his best to coat the fingers with saliva. He was fairly certain he knew what was coming next. A small string of anxiety swept though him, though his excitement didn't dissipate.
The Pleasure removed his fingers, apparently satisfied with their wetness or just too impatient to wait. Lavi would have bet on the latter, especially as the Noah's hand immediately went to the younger man's ass. One wet finger pressed against his entrance before quickly pushing inside. The Exorcist gasped in pain as surprise, trying to wiggle away from the intrusion. Saliva wasn't exactly the best lubricant - it didn't stay nearly wet enough.
A second finger joined the first, scissoring and stretching him long before he was ready.
"No - Tyki, wait- " Lavi gasped out, reaching up to push the other man away. Rather than shove, however, his hands clenched at the Noah's shoulders as the Pleasure added in a third finger. The pain seemed to radiate from his lower body, tears forming in his eyes. He had felt pain much worse than this before, but not there, not like this.
He bit his lip to hold back a cry, biting so hard he could taste blood as the three fingers stretched him. He didn't dare open his mouth, afraid the small whimpers currently forcing past his lips would turn into pleas for Tyki to stop, or louder cries. Small traces of pleasure made their way through the pain, making it more bearable. It didn't exactly feel 'good', was nowhere near the mind-blowing pleasure he knew Tyki could make him feel when the Noah wasn't so impatient, but it wasn't terrible.
Even though pain was still more felt than pleasure, even if it 'wasn't terrible' rather than 'good', Lavi still wanted it. Part of him enjoyed the pain, part of him wanted the hurt more than the joy. The redhead felt nausea roil about in his belly, disgusted by his own desires. What kind of a person wanted what was practically rape?
But he wanted it. He wanted it so badly, even as he bit down harder and bled from his lip, even as the pain continued to spread.
The fingers left and he released his lip from between his teeth, feeling small amounts of blood run down his chin. He gasped in quick, shallow breaths, feeling the hurt lessen as he concentrated on breathing deeply.
A tongue licked the crimson from his face, sucking on his lower lip for more of the coppery flavor. He was drawn into another kiss, one flavored with his blood and even hungrier than the first. He shouldn't have liked it nearly as much as he did, he should have minded the taste of blood in Tyki's saliva, but he didn't care. The Noah broke away from the kiss, quickly spitting red-tinged saliva into his ungloved palm while undoing his pants with his free hand. The Pleasure let his clothing fall just enough to free his arousal before coating himself thinly with the makeshift lubricant.
The redhead yelped, arms going around Tyki's neck for balance as hands slid under his thighs and lifted him effortlessly. The movement brought Lavi's entrance before the Pleasure's manhood and the older man wasted no time in thrusting inside. He sheathed himself deeply, either ignoring or deaf to the Exorcist's pained cry.
Lavi whimpered, the pain from penetration worse than ever before. Even his first time, when he had only a vague idea of what to expect and hadn't been fully prepared for the pain, hurt nothing like this. Tears were an instinctive reaction and he could feel a few salty drops trickle down his cheeks. More fell as he realized that his arousal hadn't gone, that he wanted more even as his mind wanted to feel sickened by what was happening.
"Tyki..." he moaned piteously as the Noah began to move. The man had paused for the barest second after entering, though the redhead wasn't sure if that was the Pleasure's kinder nature returning or simply a trick of his mind. The Pleasure moved inside him seemingly without a care for the redhead's well being. The Noah's thrusts were rough and hard, painful without proper lubrication, but even so Tyki hit his prostate every time he moved inside. Pleasure built inside the Exorcist's body, even as he felt fresh pain from inside and a tiny trickle of something warm began to run from his entrance.
He gasped and panted in Tyki's ear, hips just slightly rocking against the older man's thrusts. His manhood was massaged against the inside of his shirt and his abdomen, his whole body sandwiched between the Pleasure and the wall. The older man's ragged breathing told the redhead that Tyki was close to coming, and Lavi knew he wasn't too far behind.
A low, shaky moan and a rush of heat inside of him was all that he needed and he was coming too, his release soaking the inside of his shirt and chest with white liquid. His body was like jelly, the lingering pain making his muscles tense and not allowing him to control his limbs well. His hands slid from the Noah's shoulders as the man pulled out, the movement a lot slower than the frantic coupling. His legs wobbled and refused to hold him up as he was lowered and allowed to 'stand'. Lavi leaned against the wall for support, pants and boxers more around his knees than upper thighs. He didn't have the strength at the moment to adjust his clothing but did have the strength to lift his head and look at the other man. The redhead was exhausted, mentally and physically, but he didn't feel dirty or unclean.
"Tyki?" he said slowly, voice a bit hoarse. The Pleasure was simply staring at him, a look of what could have been called shock in his eyes. Lavi knew he made quite a sight, blood drying on his lips and chin, face probably reddened from the few tears that had leaked from his eyes and of course, tear tracks. His clothing was rumpled, shirt hanging just low enough to give him some modesty. His hair was likely a mess. He could feel something warm leaking from his entrance - he reached back behind himself to touch at the trail, wincing at the pain.
When he brought his hand up to see, there was blood mixed in with the white of Tyki's release. The Pleasure saw it too, eyes widening a bit further at the bright crimson. Lavi just stared at it for a moment, then looked back into Tyki's eyes.
The Noah turned away, hurriedly tucking himself back in and closing up his pants. The redhead opened his mouth, a sudden urge to protest too great to deny, and reached out with his clean hand to grab at the older man's suit jacket.
The Exorcist's hand passed right through, or perhaps missed entirely. Lavi couldn't tell, especially as the Noah had disappeared through the closest wall seconds later. The redhead stared at the wall through which Tyki vanished, an inexplicable sense of loss washing through him. Something ached in his chest and the one thing he wanted above all else for comfort was the very man that had just left, the one who had caused his need for reassurance.
He chuckled dryly as he bent over slowly to grab his pants and pull them back to where they should be - on his hips. Even the slow movement of his body hurt, and he again glanced at his blood and cum covered hand before he wiped the mess on his shirt. He had spares in his luggage and could cover the stains up with his jacket until he had time to change. His bigger concern was if Allen would notice the limp he would have to adopt while walking for a while.
He pulled his pants and boxers up, again wincing at the motion. He fastened the belt a bit looser than he would have normally, allowing his pants to sag a bit and not press right up against his still-tender skin. Lavi didn't feel quite up to walking, so he leaned against the brick wall of the alley, staring up at the sky. He would have sat down, since his legs weren't exactly supporting him properly yet, but he knew that sitting would be painful and he wouldn't get back up for ages. He watched the clouds go by, but his thoughts were far away.
He wanted to be mad at Tyki, since he hadn't exactly consented and the Noah had been rough, but he couldn't actually work up the emotion. If he felt anything in regard to the Pleasure, it was longing and affection and lust. Even now, that was what he felt. Lavi, or, more correctly, Bookman Junior did not like where his feelings were heading. He could see the path he had started down with Tyki and could see where it was going. If he broke it off now (and Tyki had just given him the perfect excuse), there would be less pain in the end.
Bookmen did not have attachments. He had put off contemplating that law until now, since it had never been a problem before the Black Order and Lenalee, Allen, Krory, Miranda, Komui, hell, even Kanda, and now Tyki. The friendships he had made would be maintained until it was time to leave the Order, since it hardly helped to antagonize the people who would watch his back in a fight, but this particular relationship he could cut off now. The attachment was probably still in the formative stages, so it would be best to end it before it progressed any further.
If his chest hurt this bad now, he didn't want to think what would happen if he let it go for a few more months before telling Tyki not to see him again.
Line Break
Tyki leaned against the wall he had just walked through, knowing the redhead was still on the other side. He could walk back through and continue where he had left off, damn the blood and damn the pain he was sure the Exorcist felt.
He had never treated a partner like that before. His darker nature rarely came out except in a fight and he had never gone 'black' with someone during the act. Then again, he couldn't remember ever being so frustrated before either. It had been three weeks, three terrible weeks of finding partners to satisfy his needs and finding no one equal to the task. Each sub-par coupling had only made his desire for the Exorcist hotter and more desperate, as though each person in between sessions with Lavi was a whetstone for his lust. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone so long without satisfying sex, not when there was a person he desired. What he desired, he got, be it a person or a weapon or a trinket he saw in a store. Whenever he had desired someone as he desired Lavi, he had been able to stay with the person until he tired of him or her or the person became too clingy.
Somehow, though, he doubted that the separation was all that there was to blame. He couldn't remember the last time he had wanted to possess someone as completely as he wanted to possess Lavi. The redhead was his and he wanted it to be his touch the Exorcist would always remember, no matter who eventually won the younger man's heart.
Bitterness welled up inside his chest and he slammed his fist back against the brick behind him at the thought.
It was irrational, he knew. Lavi was training to become a Bookman, and Bookmen did not have 'attachments'. There was no wife or partner in the redhead's future as long as he was Bookman's apprentice, but the Noah doubted the Exorcist would be able to complete the journey he had begun. Lavi was a passionate creature, as fiery as his hair and had a caring heart underneath the cynicism. A man like that could never become a Bookman, a person who threw away his heart, all passion and all caring of the world as a place with people in it and devoted himself entirely to history. Lavi had the drive, the thirst for knowledge, and the dedication to do it, but he wouldn't because even Tyki could see that the boy still saw people as people, not just long-lived mammals with the ability to speak.
Eventually, Lavi would realize that he was still too attached to the people in the world to separate himself from it entirely. The redhead would find someone else and then it would be that person who got to see the Exorcist's face twist in ecstasy-
A sudden memory of the younger man's face twisted in pain as he shoved forward carelessly broke into his thoughts. The Noah's anger instantly evaporated, metaphorical bile rising in his throat. He had seen the young man duck into the alley, presumably to catch his breath as he had been fighting on his own for several minutes before the white-haired boy - Allen Walker - had heard the noise and joined the fight. Tyki had been so frustrated and had only one thought on his mind - he wanted to bury himself deep inside the redhead and finally find fulfillment. The redhead's cries of ecstasy had echoed in his head. His mind had changed every person he had slept with since he last saw the redhead to copies of the Exorcist, though no one had been able to satisfy him. Nothing had satisfied him, not until his attack in the alley.
That's what it had been. He had attacked the redhead, had forced him. He had prepared the redhead, but to his shame could hardly call it 'preparing'. How he had treated Lavi was about how he'd treat a whore who spread his legs for a living and was already stretched from the countless other men who'd used him, nothing like how he should have treated a young man who, up until two months ago, had been a virgin. To Tyki's knowledge, the boy had only let one person inside his body- the Pleasure himself. He had only been inside the boy three times, not including the fiasco just moments ago in the alley.
What was worse was that he already wanted the Exorcist again. The Noah wanted Lavi's legs around his waist, those blunt nails scratching down his back as the redhead's voice cried breathlessly in his ear. He wanted to phase back through the wall and take the younger man again, though slower with many more tender caresses and soft kisses. He wanted that heat around him again.
He groaned lightly at the thought, then took a deep breath and tried talking sense to his libido. He wouldn’t be surprised if Lavi refused to let him close again, refused all future 'games' and never let Tyki into his bed again. The redhead would be hurt from his actions just minutes ago. The Exorcist had been bleeding.
The Pleasure growled, tightening his hands into fists and forcing himself to walk away from the wall. Once he had better control of himself, he would seek out Lavi and apologize somehow. There was no excuse for his actions, but at the very least he owed an apology.
When was the last time he had actually apologized to someone and meant it?
He couldn't remember that either.
TBC…
Warnings: YAOI, which means BOYS LOVING BOYS. If you dislike that, then the back button is easy enough to find. Please click that and leave. Limes are in the future, and lemons in the uncut versions (not on fanfiction(dot)net). Maybe some OOC, spoilers for the end of the anime later on.
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely characters, that honor belongs to Katsura Hoshino. (Though if Hoshino-sama ever has a sale, I call dibs on Tyki… what?) I don’t own anything but a copy of the anime series and all volumes of the manga in English. Anything you don’t recognize (like the plotline of ‘A Game of Poker’) does belong to me. Everything else… not so much. Please don’t sue.
Kudos to the awesome SisterWicked of AssHat Productions (a group I am now a proud member of), who got me started on Lucky and lets me use 'lovely'! Beta’d by Misster Cackles! All remaining mistakes are mine.
Last Time On ‘A Game Of Poker’:
He collected the rest of his belongings and left, shutting off the lights as he went.
Tyki left no note this time, but made a silent promise to himself to find the redhead again. Soon.
And Now, The Continuation
A Game of Poker, Chapter 5
Utter Frustration
The redhead slowly woke up, eyes sliding open lethargically. He faced what should have been Tyki's side of the bed, but the Noah was long gone. The Exorcist hadn't expected anything different, since it wasn't like they were together for anything more than carnal pleasure.
Ignoring the sudden ache in his chest, he sat up and began looking around for his clothes. His lower body ached, the soreness still unfamiliar but welcome. He had to get back to his own hotel room. The Finder had probably realized by now that he hadn't come back after leaving to retrieve the Innocence. His shoulders slumped at the memory, a surge of guilt washing through him. Bookmen weren't supposed to have ‘relations’ with anyone in the first place, making what he was doing doubly terrible.
Not only had he spent the night in the arms of an enemy, but he had also broken the unwritten laws of the Bookmen. Again. Not only was he letting this happen, but he had asked for it too by pretending to lose that first game. Now he doubted he could bring himself to attack Tyki, though he was reasonably certain he'd be able to defend himself if it ever came to that.
He had to end this before it got worse.
A green glow shone softly from his left, barely visible in his peripheral vision. He turned, mouth agape as he realized what it was.
Tyki had left the Innocence and Lavi could tell by the placement - exactly where the redhead was most likely to notice it when he woke up - that it wasn't an accident. The Pleasure had left it for him, even though the older man had won the game.
A rush of warmth - not quite like the heat he had felt like night, but similar - filled his body. He felt like he was floating, a grin he was unable to suppress stretching his mouth.
Line Break
Tyki stood out on the balcony, half-dressed with a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. His latest conquest was trying to fall asleep in her bed, her mind filled with his false promises of sleeping next to her once he had finished his smoke.
The Pleasure had met her at another high-society party, though he had been the one to lead in the careful steps of seduction. Her hair, a bright, vivid red, had caught his eye. The woman's eyes were a dull brown, but her hair had made up for it and he had chosen her as his partner for the night.
She had been as unsatisfying as his other partners. All he wanted was to leave, perhaps find someone better to ease his frustration with - like Lavi. It had been a week since he had lain with the younger man and already he wanted to go and find him again. The Exorcist had satisfied him and it seemed he wouldn't be able to find fulfillment in anyone else until his desire for the redhead had been worked out of his system. It was inconvenient, but not an insurmountable problem.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, hearing the woman's breathing even out in the room behind him. He was free to leave. As he crushed the half-smoked cigarette beneath his heel, he wondered how much longer he had to enjoy Lavi's body before the Millennium Earl ordered the Exorcist killed. The Earl was planning something, though he hadn't let anyone in on what, and the man would not wait forever before sending one of the Noah after the Exorcists. It might even be Tyki himself, and it was only a matter of time.
The Pleasure scowled and shoved those thoughts aside, slipping quietly back into the redheaded woman's room to grab his things. He would simply have to take what he could while he could still get it and hope that the Earl ordered the Exorcist's death after he'd had his fill. As he was now, imagining Lavi's corpse sent an unfamiliar chill through his blood.
Line Break
Lavi leaned back against the wall of the alley, trying to catch his breath. His arms shook with the weight of his hammer. The redhead could hear Allen fighting the Akuma, but it sounded like the fight had moved a few streets down in just the few minutes he had been away.
He'd need to hurry if he wanted to catch up. The Innocence they had been sent after was surprisingly well protected, especially considering how light the guard had been on the other Innocence the Exorcists had been sent after lately. The redhead had never been so happy to have a partner on the mission, rather than being solo. He wouldn't have been able to handle all the Akuma by himself, though he had managed for a while until Allen had heard the noise and come running.
As his breathing slowly returning to normal, he took a firmer grip on his hammer and turned towards the distant sounds of fighting. The sight of a figure at the mouth of the alley made him stop short. Ozuchi Kozuchi was lowered automatically and he took a few halting steps towards the man he hadn't seen but in his dreams for three weeks. He had gone on two other, short missions, but he hadn't seen the Noah on either of those. Golden eyes watched him intently, hunger evident on the man's face.
"Tyki?" he asked, staring uncertainly at the unnaturally wide smile the Noah wore. It was a grin he had never seen on the Pleasure's face before, one that chilled him to the bone.
"Let's play a game, Exorcist." the Noah said, tilting his head just slightly to the side. The grin stretched wider as the Pleasure began walking towards him.
"Game? Poker?" Lavi asked, backing up slowly. Something about Tyki's manner set off warning bells in his head, as though he were a rabbit cornered by a very hungry wolf. He suddenly recalled Tyki warning him about a 'dark side' the Noah supposedly had and was just as suddenly sure he was looking at it.
Tyki shook his head, chuckling.
"No, not this time. This time, it's this simple: if I catch you, I get to have you."
The redhead backed into the wall, a startled gasp escaping his lips at the sudden contact.
"What?" he asked weakly, staring as the older man continued his advance, golden eyes raking him up and down. The Exorcist could feel his body stir under the lustful gaze, even as his mind told him to run. There was a barely leashed air of violence around the Pleasure. The Exorcist swallowed heavily, hands tightening on his hammer.
He could order it to extend, get him out of there before Tyki even realized he was escaping, but he didn't move. Logic told him nothing good could come from staying where he was and Tyki was now only a few steps away. In moments the Noah would be close enough to touch him. The redhead's body heated further at the thought, something primal inside him responding to the violence in the air.
"Not going to run?" the Pleasure asked, still grinning widely. Logic trumped desire at the question. Lavi swung his weapon so that the head was braced against the ground.
"Ozuchi Kozuchi!" he began, tightening his grip on the handle. "Ext-"
A hand grabbed his neck and shoved him backward into the wall, cutting off his words. His hammer fell from his hands as he raised them to try and pry the fingers from around his neck. He could still breathe, he wasn't being strangled, but he couldn't speak. His feet were an inch above the ground and he kicked, instinctively trying to break free.
"Too slow." the Noah told him smugly. "Now..."
The Exorcist breathed more easily as the Pleasure let his feet touch the ground but didn't remove his hand from the redhead's neck, holding on loosely. Lavi's back was still pressed against the harsh brick, Tyki moving in closer to the pinned redhead and grinding their hips together.
Lavi's gasp of surprise at the eager hardness pressing against him was swallowed by a bruising kiss. Tyki's mouth devoured his, biting at the lower lip and thrusting his tongue inside to taste the Exorcist deeply. The redhead moaned, half in shock and half in arousal as the Noah continued to move against him.
Tyki broke the kiss as brutally as he began, not pausing to sooth the younger man's lips. The Noah's hands raked down the redhead's chest to his belt buckle, undoing it and shoving both Lavi's pants and boxers down to mid-thigh. Lavi gasped as air hit his heated skin.
The Pleasure lifted one of his hands and bit into the material of his glove, tugging it off his hand. As soon as his fingers were free and the white glove was tucked into the pocket of his jacket, he lifted three fingers to Lavi's mouth.
"Suck." the older man demanded, shoving all three fingers into Lavi's mouth at once. The redhead nearly choked, doing his best to coat the fingers with saliva. He was fairly certain he knew what was coming next. A small string of anxiety swept though him, though his excitement didn't dissipate.
The Pleasure removed his fingers, apparently satisfied with their wetness or just too impatient to wait. Lavi would have bet on the latter, especially as the Noah's hand immediately went to the younger man's ass. One wet finger pressed against his entrance before quickly pushing inside. The Exorcist gasped in pain as surprise, trying to wiggle away from the intrusion. Saliva wasn't exactly the best lubricant - it didn't stay nearly wet enough.
A second finger joined the first, scissoring and stretching him long before he was ready.
"No - Tyki, wait- " Lavi gasped out, reaching up to push the other man away. Rather than shove, however, his hands clenched at the Noah's shoulders as the Pleasure added in a third finger. The pain seemed to radiate from his lower body, tears forming in his eyes. He had felt pain much worse than this before, but not there, not like this.
He bit his lip to hold back a cry, biting so hard he could taste blood as the three fingers stretched him. He didn't dare open his mouth, afraid the small whimpers currently forcing past his lips would turn into pleas for Tyki to stop, or louder cries. Small traces of pleasure made their way through the pain, making it more bearable. It didn't exactly feel 'good', was nowhere near the mind-blowing pleasure he knew Tyki could make him feel when the Noah wasn't so impatient, but it wasn't terrible.
Even though pain was still more felt than pleasure, even if it 'wasn't terrible' rather than 'good', Lavi still wanted it. Part of him enjoyed the pain, part of him wanted the hurt more than the joy. The redhead felt nausea roil about in his belly, disgusted by his own desires. What kind of a person wanted what was practically rape?
But he wanted it. He wanted it so badly, even as he bit down harder and bled from his lip, even as the pain continued to spread.
The fingers left and he released his lip from between his teeth, feeling small amounts of blood run down his chin. He gasped in quick, shallow breaths, feeling the hurt lessen as he concentrated on breathing deeply.
A tongue licked the crimson from his face, sucking on his lower lip for more of the coppery flavor. He was drawn into another kiss, one flavored with his blood and even hungrier than the first. He shouldn't have liked it nearly as much as he did, he should have minded the taste of blood in Tyki's saliva, but he didn't care. The Noah broke away from the kiss, quickly spitting red-tinged saliva into his ungloved palm while undoing his pants with his free hand. The Pleasure let his clothing fall just enough to free his arousal before coating himself thinly with the makeshift lubricant.
The redhead yelped, arms going around Tyki's neck for balance as hands slid under his thighs and lifted him effortlessly. The movement brought Lavi's entrance before the Pleasure's manhood and the older man wasted no time in thrusting inside. He sheathed himself deeply, either ignoring or deaf to the Exorcist's pained cry.
Lavi whimpered, the pain from penetration worse than ever before. Even his first time, when he had only a vague idea of what to expect and hadn't been fully prepared for the pain, hurt nothing like this. Tears were an instinctive reaction and he could feel a few salty drops trickle down his cheeks. More fell as he realized that his arousal hadn't gone, that he wanted more even as his mind wanted to feel sickened by what was happening.
"Tyki..." he moaned piteously as the Noah began to move. The man had paused for the barest second after entering, though the redhead wasn't sure if that was the Pleasure's kinder nature returning or simply a trick of his mind. The Pleasure moved inside him seemingly without a care for the redhead's well being. The Noah's thrusts were rough and hard, painful without proper lubrication, but even so Tyki hit his prostate every time he moved inside. Pleasure built inside the Exorcist's body, even as he felt fresh pain from inside and a tiny trickle of something warm began to run from his entrance.
He gasped and panted in Tyki's ear, hips just slightly rocking against the older man's thrusts. His manhood was massaged against the inside of his shirt and his abdomen, his whole body sandwiched between the Pleasure and the wall. The older man's ragged breathing told the redhead that Tyki was close to coming, and Lavi knew he wasn't too far behind.
A low, shaky moan and a rush of heat inside of him was all that he needed and he was coming too, his release soaking the inside of his shirt and chest with white liquid. His body was like jelly, the lingering pain making his muscles tense and not allowing him to control his limbs well. His hands slid from the Noah's shoulders as the man pulled out, the movement a lot slower than the frantic coupling. His legs wobbled and refused to hold him up as he was lowered and allowed to 'stand'. Lavi leaned against the wall for support, pants and boxers more around his knees than upper thighs. He didn't have the strength at the moment to adjust his clothing but did have the strength to lift his head and look at the other man. The redhead was exhausted, mentally and physically, but he didn't feel dirty or unclean.
"Tyki?" he said slowly, voice a bit hoarse. The Pleasure was simply staring at him, a look of what could have been called shock in his eyes. Lavi knew he made quite a sight, blood drying on his lips and chin, face probably reddened from the few tears that had leaked from his eyes and of course, tear tracks. His clothing was rumpled, shirt hanging just low enough to give him some modesty. His hair was likely a mess. He could feel something warm leaking from his entrance - he reached back behind himself to touch at the trail, wincing at the pain.
When he brought his hand up to see, there was blood mixed in with the white of Tyki's release. The Pleasure saw it too, eyes widening a bit further at the bright crimson. Lavi just stared at it for a moment, then looked back into Tyki's eyes.
The Noah turned away, hurriedly tucking himself back in and closing up his pants. The redhead opened his mouth, a sudden urge to protest too great to deny, and reached out with his clean hand to grab at the older man's suit jacket.
The Exorcist's hand passed right through, or perhaps missed entirely. Lavi couldn't tell, especially as the Noah had disappeared through the closest wall seconds later. The redhead stared at the wall through which Tyki vanished, an inexplicable sense of loss washing through him. Something ached in his chest and the one thing he wanted above all else for comfort was the very man that had just left, the one who had caused his need for reassurance.
He chuckled dryly as he bent over slowly to grab his pants and pull them back to where they should be - on his hips. Even the slow movement of his body hurt, and he again glanced at his blood and cum covered hand before he wiped the mess on his shirt. He had spares in his luggage and could cover the stains up with his jacket until he had time to change. His bigger concern was if Allen would notice the limp he would have to adopt while walking for a while.
He pulled his pants and boxers up, again wincing at the motion. He fastened the belt a bit looser than he would have normally, allowing his pants to sag a bit and not press right up against his still-tender skin. Lavi didn't feel quite up to walking, so he leaned against the brick wall of the alley, staring up at the sky. He would have sat down, since his legs weren't exactly supporting him properly yet, but he knew that sitting would be painful and he wouldn't get back up for ages. He watched the clouds go by, but his thoughts were far away.
He wanted to be mad at Tyki, since he hadn't exactly consented and the Noah had been rough, but he couldn't actually work up the emotion. If he felt anything in regard to the Pleasure, it was longing and affection and lust. Even now, that was what he felt. Lavi, or, more correctly, Bookman Junior did not like where his feelings were heading. He could see the path he had started down with Tyki and could see where it was going. If he broke it off now (and Tyki had just given him the perfect excuse), there would be less pain in the end.
Bookmen did not have attachments. He had put off contemplating that law until now, since it had never been a problem before the Black Order and Lenalee, Allen, Krory, Miranda, Komui, hell, even Kanda, and now Tyki. The friendships he had made would be maintained until it was time to leave the Order, since it hardly helped to antagonize the people who would watch his back in a fight, but this particular relationship he could cut off now. The attachment was probably still in the formative stages, so it would be best to end it before it progressed any further.
If his chest hurt this bad now, he didn't want to think what would happen if he let it go for a few more months before telling Tyki not to see him again.
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Tyki leaned against the wall he had just walked through, knowing the redhead was still on the other side. He could walk back through and continue where he had left off, damn the blood and damn the pain he was sure the Exorcist felt.
He had never treated a partner like that before. His darker nature rarely came out except in a fight and he had never gone 'black' with someone during the act. Then again, he couldn't remember ever being so frustrated before either. It had been three weeks, three terrible weeks of finding partners to satisfy his needs and finding no one equal to the task. Each sub-par coupling had only made his desire for the Exorcist hotter and more desperate, as though each person in between sessions with Lavi was a whetstone for his lust. He couldn't remember the last time he had gone so long without satisfying sex, not when there was a person he desired. What he desired, he got, be it a person or a weapon or a trinket he saw in a store. Whenever he had desired someone as he desired Lavi, he had been able to stay with the person until he tired of him or her or the person became too clingy.
Somehow, though, he doubted that the separation was all that there was to blame. He couldn't remember the last time he had wanted to possess someone as completely as he wanted to possess Lavi. The redhead was his and he wanted it to be his touch the Exorcist would always remember, no matter who eventually won the younger man's heart.
Bitterness welled up inside his chest and he slammed his fist back against the brick behind him at the thought.
It was irrational, he knew. Lavi was training to become a Bookman, and Bookmen did not have 'attachments'. There was no wife or partner in the redhead's future as long as he was Bookman's apprentice, but the Noah doubted the Exorcist would be able to complete the journey he had begun. Lavi was a passionate creature, as fiery as his hair and had a caring heart underneath the cynicism. A man like that could never become a Bookman, a person who threw away his heart, all passion and all caring of the world as a place with people in it and devoted himself entirely to history. Lavi had the drive, the thirst for knowledge, and the dedication to do it, but he wouldn't because even Tyki could see that the boy still saw people as people, not just long-lived mammals with the ability to speak.
Eventually, Lavi would realize that he was still too attached to the people in the world to separate himself from it entirely. The redhead would find someone else and then it would be that person who got to see the Exorcist's face twist in ecstasy-
A sudden memory of the younger man's face twisted in pain as he shoved forward carelessly broke into his thoughts. The Noah's anger instantly evaporated, metaphorical bile rising in his throat. He had seen the young man duck into the alley, presumably to catch his breath as he had been fighting on his own for several minutes before the white-haired boy - Allen Walker - had heard the noise and joined the fight. Tyki had been so frustrated and had only one thought on his mind - he wanted to bury himself deep inside the redhead and finally find fulfillment. The redhead's cries of ecstasy had echoed in his head. His mind had changed every person he had slept with since he last saw the redhead to copies of the Exorcist, though no one had been able to satisfy him. Nothing had satisfied him, not until his attack in the alley.
That's what it had been. He had attacked the redhead, had forced him. He had prepared the redhead, but to his shame could hardly call it 'preparing'. How he had treated Lavi was about how he'd treat a whore who spread his legs for a living and was already stretched from the countless other men who'd used him, nothing like how he should have treated a young man who, up until two months ago, had been a virgin. To Tyki's knowledge, the boy had only let one person inside his body- the Pleasure himself. He had only been inside the boy three times, not including the fiasco just moments ago in the alley.
What was worse was that he already wanted the Exorcist again. The Noah wanted Lavi's legs around his waist, those blunt nails scratching down his back as the redhead's voice cried breathlessly in his ear. He wanted to phase back through the wall and take the younger man again, though slower with many more tender caresses and soft kisses. He wanted that heat around him again.
He groaned lightly at the thought, then took a deep breath and tried talking sense to his libido. He wouldn’t be surprised if Lavi refused to let him close again, refused all future 'games' and never let Tyki into his bed again. The redhead would be hurt from his actions just minutes ago. The Exorcist had been bleeding.
The Pleasure growled, tightening his hands into fists and forcing himself to walk away from the wall. Once he had better control of himself, he would seek out Lavi and apologize somehow. There was no excuse for his actions, but at the very least he owed an apology.
When was the last time he had actually apologized to someone and meant it?
He couldn't remember that either.
TBC…