D. Gray-man Fan Fiction ❯ A Game of Poker ❯ One More Night ( Chapter 25 )
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By: Bookkbaby84 
Anime/Manga: D. Gray-man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.08.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.2K | Visits: 377 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: D. Gray-man Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.08.2009 | Pages: 3 | Words: 7.2K | Visits: 377 | Status: Work In Progress
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. 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 N.H. Arawn and Misster Cackles! All remaining mistakes are mine.
WARNINGS: This chapter contains LEMON (NC-17) content of the M/M (malexmale) variety. Do not read if you are considered a minor in your country or if you take offense to one man loving another man.
Last Time On ‘A Game Of Poker’:
"Thank you, Bookman," he said simply, bowing as a gesture of both respect and gratitude before turning towards the door. He dashed towards it, barely slowing down to open it and half-tripping over his own feet as he ran into the hall. The door slammed shut behind him.
Bookman stood, staring at the window, as he listened to his apprentice's footsteps fade. When they were gone completely, he sighed quietly and turned towards his desk. He walked slowly towards it, feeling his age in every joint and muscle as he reached the chair and lowered himself in to it.
He picked up his pen and tapped it absently on a blank sheet of paper, mind and gaze both distant.
And Now, The Continuation
IMPORTANT NOTE REGARDING THE CONTINUATION OF THIS FIC AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAPTER. SEE AUTHOR’S NOTE.
Chapter 25
One More Night
Allen shivered a bit in the chill of the training room, wishing he could have kept his shirt on. It was for the best that he wasn't wearing it, though; even though transforming his arm had never affected his clothes, the many wires and small electrodes stuck to his arm and chest would probably have been very difficult to attach with the cloth in the way.
Komui stood off to the side, right behind a large table that held up several machines Allen couldn't make heads or tails of. He knew each machine monitored something - all of the electrodes on his body were attached to one machine or another - but didn't know what. Komui was turning dials and pressing buttons on a few different machines. He also carried a clipboard in one hand and had a sharpened pencil tucked behind his ear. Several vaguely Akuma-shaped targets were set up against the far wall, each with a few sensors attached that hooked them to other machines on the table next to Komui.
"Are you ready, Komui?" Allen asked, only a hint of exasperation in his voice. He had been patient while the scientist had attached the electrodes and hooked him up to the machines, but for the past ten minutes all the older man had done was fiddle around with the various machines on the table.
"Just a..." Komui trailed off mid-sentence, eyes focused on the display screen of one of the machines, then made a pleased noise and straightened up. He looked at Allen and smiled. "If you could transform your arm...?"
The white-haired boy nodded and looked towards the targets. He lifted the arm containing his Innocence, holding it parallel to the floor and resting his normal hand upon his shoulder. He took a deep breath, eyes narrowing as he concentrated.
It had been a long time since he had turned his arm into a gun, usually preferring his Crown Clown to any of his other weapons, but the knowledge had never left him. He could feel the energy collecting in his hand - the back of his hand, to be precise, where his Innocence crystal shone a faint green. Komui had asked him earlier to go through the transformation slowly, so he consciously slowed the process. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Komui writing furiously on the clipboard. The man's eyes were focused on the screens, glancing down only once or twice every so often to make sure his writing was somewhat legible.
Allen focused on the energy as it moved through his body, spreading from the back of his hand up his forearm and upper arm to pool underneath his normal hand. The energy hummed beneath the skin, growing stronger and making his entire arm glow with the power of Innocence. As the glow got brighter, his arm began to change.
His hand melted back to his wrist and reformed as the barrel of his gun. The cross-shaped crystal was still plainly visible as the brightest spot of light on the muzzle. The rest of his arm began to follow suit, flesh and bone melting together before reforming. The entire process was painless, only heat radiating from the area as the energy transformed his arm.
His forearm hardened and became the barrel of his gun, hard ridges raised on the top and leading to the gun's opening. His upper arm remained mostly unchanged but for the pattern of ridges that appear on his skin. At his shoulder, there were two brief bursts of light as two tubes took shape, one right below the other, and extended back down his arm to connect to what had once been his wrist and elbow, respectively. There was a flash of light where his arm connected to his body and a whirling disc of energy formed around the joint.
The transformation was complete. Allen held still for several seconds as the excess energy died down and the glow dissipated until only the crystal embedded in his arm and the energy at his shoulder shone. Even those only glowed faintly, a quiet hum and a slight heat radiating from his arm. Though the energy had died down, Allen could still feel it circulating and running under his skin, much more active than when his arm was just his arm and not a deadly weapon. He turned his head to look at Komui, who was still scribbling madly on the clipboard.
"Komui?" Allen asked, lowering his arm slightly. Komui didn't even look up.
"Hm?" The scientist's pencil finally stopped moving and the man tucked the utensil behind his ear before running one thin finger along the lines of data he had just written down. Every few seconds he would glance back at the screens or gauges on the machines, apparently double-checking his note-taking.
"Did you get some of the information you needed?" the white-haired boy asked, smiling hopefully. Slowly, Komui shook his head, finally glancing at Allen as the last line of data checked out.
"I only have one set of data and only from the transformation. I'll need at least two more and then there‘s observing how the bullets are formed, how they‘re fired, and there are a few other tests I‘ll want to run," Komui said, expression intense and earnest but not stern. Allen nodded, sighing internally as he turned back towards the targets.
This would be a long night.
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Lavi's footsteps had slowed as he moved further and further away from his room. The threat of Bookman coming after him shrank as the distance grew, meaning that the old man wasn't likely to appear out of nowhere and change his mind about letting Lavi have one last night.
The redhead honestly hadn't expected it. Bookman was well within his rights to demand that Lavi never see Tyki again, but the man had let him see the Noah one last time. It was more than he had dared to hope, if he was being honest with himself, but this would make it harder to let go when he left Tyki's room for the last time.
And he would have to let go.
He looked up from the floor, knowing that he was getting close to the Noah's room now. As he turned into the hallway that led to Tyki's room, his eyes caught a flash of white down the hall; the cloak of one of the Finder's guarding Tyki during the night.
Lavi's mind briefly flashed back to the Finder he had had the displeasure of meeting earlier that day. His lips twisted into a frown, face heating at the memory. Alex had been a jerk and a pervert, but at that time Lavi been more concerned with what the man had been saying than by how he had come by his knowledge. It had only occurred to him much later on that Alex had probably been a guard and had likely been watching Tyki and Lavi have sex.
Anger flared up in him again, embarrassment on its heels, but he clamped down on both emotions. It was useless getting angry at Alex now, when the man was out of reach. He hadn't even dwelt much on the thought when it had first occurred to him, too preoccupied with what Bookman would say. The redhead refused to let it ruin his last night with the Pleasure, though he wished he had hit the man harder. It would hardly make up for what the man did, but it might make Lavi feel better.
He forcefully shoved those thoughts aside as he drew closer to Tyki's room, a sort of nervous, bittersweet desire taking the place of his anger and embarrassment. The two Finders, he noted, were the same man-woman pair he had seen the first night he had come to visit Tyki. Had it really only been about a week ago that he had gone to see the Noah for the first time inside the Order building?
The woman looked up as he moved closer, a slight scowl on her face that faded as the light from the nearby lamps slowly illuminated his face. Her expression turned unreadable and Lavi avoided her eyes. He could feel the man looking at him and he tensed, but felt the gaze shift away from him as though the man sensed his discomfort.
"I'm just here to visit him," Lavi said, voice flat but for a barely audible waver. He paused next to the woman, glancing up briefly to meet her eyes before looking at the door and then back at the floor. "I don't suppose I can lock the door this time?"
His words came out more bitter than intended, but neither Finder flinched. After several heavy seconds, the woman spoke.
"You may shut the door, but you can not lock it," she said, voice firm but not totally unsympathetic. "I can promise you that we won't... watch."
Lavi jerked his gaze up towards her then, eye slightly widened. He had figured she would have heard the rumors - he would have been very surprised if any Finder didn't yet know - but he hadn't expected her to acknowledge the rumor so blatantly. For her to say that neither she nor the man with her would watch...
He thought briefly of Alex once more and had to repress another wave of anger. He nodded shortly and moved towards the door, once more looking away from either Finder.
"Thanks," he said tightly as he turned the doorknob and stepped through. Lavi's heart began to speed up as he walked into Tyki's room, reaching an almost frantic tempo as he shut the door behind himself. It closed with a quiet creak of hinges and a near silent scrape of wood on stone.
Lavi glanced up only briefly as he entered the room before once more looking at the floor. In that brief glance, he noted Tyki lounging on his bed and then heard cloth rustling as he averted his gaze. He could hear Tyki shifting, likely sitting up straight though he couldn't lift his eye to confirm. The silence thickened in the air, the brunet too surprised to see him to speak and the redhead too unsure of what to say. The mattress shifted again as Tyki stood up, the chain connecting his manacles clinking softly in the oppressive silence as the Noah took a step forward and reached out a hand.
"Lovely?" he asked, puzzled. "What are you doing here?"
Lavi looked up at Tyki's face, taking in the light olive skin, the dark hair and eyes... He opened his mouth to speak, several explanations for his presence in Tyki's room for the second night in a row coming quickly to his thoughts but sticking on his tongue.
'Well, Bookman said that I can't see you anymore-'
'I've got one more night with you and-'
'I just really, really want you-'
He shut his mouth again. He didn't want to tell Tyki that this was the last time he could come and 'visit', as Alex had put it earlier. It was probably just him being selfish, but he didn't want that hanging over their last night together. He could always tell Tyki afterwards, couldn't he?
Tyki stepped closer, a somewhat forced smirk making its way onto the man's handsome face. Lavi's heart stuttered in his chest, a pang of loss and desire hitting him with equal force.
"Would you like to play another game?" Tyki asked seductively, moving close enough to loom slightly over the Exorcist. Lavi felt trapped, pleasantly so, and he felt his desire ratchet up a notch. "Poker, perhaps?"
Tyki was close enough that the redhead could feel the heat radiating from the older man's body, close enough that all Lavi would have to do is move forward and reach a little to kiss him.
Lavi smiled thinly, closing that last bit of distance between himself and the Noah. He could feel Tyki move back slightly in surprise, not used to the redhead taking initiative. Lavi reached up, linking his hands behind the older man's neck and pulling him down as he shifted his weight to balance more on the balls of his feet.
Tyki didn't resist, allowing himself to be pulled into a soft, chaste kiss. Lavi purposely kept the pressure of his lips against Tyki's light, wanting to just feel the man close before the night turned heated. The Noah began to respond to the kiss, lips parting slightly and arms lifting to encircle the Exorcist in anticipation of more involved kissing. The Exorcist was briefly tempted to give in to the desire he could taste on the other man's lips, the concern he could feel in the gentle hands resting on his back, but he didn't want this kiss to be about passion. He just...
Lavi drew back from the kiss reluctantly, hands sliding down to the Pleasure's shoulders as he relaxed back onto his feet. Tyki met and held his gaze, confused but patient. Lavi just forced a smile on to his face in response.
The Noah probably knew that something was wrong, but Lavi didn't want to tell him. Not yet.
"I thought we were done with games," he said simply, grinning. The Noah smiled in response, though Lavi could still see a flicker of concern in the older man's dark eyes. The redhead closed his eyes and leaned forward again, met halfway by the older man's mouth. Tyki's lips slid gently across his own, the Noah's hands pulling their bodies closer together as they both opened their mouths. Lavi moaned quietly into the older man's mouth, a hot rush of desire pooling low in his body. They broke apart briefly for air, their lips meeting again more desperately seconds later.
The redhead slid his hands over the older man's shoulders and chest, moving with purpose towards the column of buttons that kept their skin from touching. He began tugging at the highest fastened button, tugging it free of the hole before moving on to the next and then the next.
Tyki broke their kiss with a soft chuckle. Lavi's motions stilled, hands resting over the Noah's heart. He could tell that the beats were quick and excited, Tyki's heart racing just as much as Lavi's own.
"Someone's eager tonight," Tyki teased, slowly stepping back from Lavi. The few buttons the redhead had managed to undo allowed the older man's shirt to hang open, revealing a good deal of his smooth, toned chest. Lavi licked his lips, tasting Tyki on them, and followed the older man to the bed. His heart was pounding, the sound of it beating and his own breathing the only sounds he could hear. Somehow this moment felt different from any other he had shared with Tyki before, but he couldn't say he didn't like it.
In fact, he liked it very much.
Tyki drew the Exorcist into another kiss as they reached the mattress, his tongue moving expertly against the redhead's. As one, they sat down on the bed. With their lips still joined, Tyki began to lean forward slowly to lay the Exorcist down. He supported the younger man with his arms as he laid them down and shifted them towards the center of the mattress, sliding his arms out from under the redhead's weight only after the Exorcist was situated in the middle. Tyki broke the kiss once again, sitting up and placing his hands on either side of Lavi's hips. He rested most of his weight on his hands as he slowly looked over the redhead's body from head to hip and made the Exorcist shiver with want.
Lavi shifted, moving one elbow beneath his body to support his weight while the other hand went to the back of Tyki's neck and pulled gently. The Noah took the hint and bent forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the younger man's lips. Lavi moaned quietly, shifting a bit to try and relieve pressure as his pants became tighter and tighter. He could sense the older man above him moving and then the redhead broke the kiss with a loud gasp when a firm hand touched him through the cloth of his pants. His hips jerked into the touch, hand clasping tighter to the back of the brunet's neck.
Tyki smirked, running his hand confidently over the bulge in the Exorcist's pants. Lavi wasn't sure who moved first, but then their lips were joined again in brief, deep kisses, tongues touching for only seconds before they pulled back to breathe. The moment after they breathed in, their lips were once more pressed together as though desperate for contact.
Lavi's back arched in an attempt to press himself closer to the older man, wincing slightly in discomfort as his pants became even tighter. Tyki's talented hand slid up over the aching bulge towards the button keeping Lavi's pants fastened and flicked it open. Lavi almost sagged in relief as the Noah tugged down the zipper as well, but every part of him was alive with the pleasure of the older man's touch and he couldn't relax, not with Tyki's hand still moving so wonderfully.
He groaned at the loss when the older man moved his hand away, body relaxing minutely as the Noah slid his hand up his abdomen. Tyki's fingers lightly brushed over the tensed muscles, pulling the redhead's shirt up as his hand slowly traveled to the smooth flesh of the Exorcist's pectorals. The chain connecting Tyki's wrists was cold and was dragged up the heated skin of the redhead's chest and Lavi shivered in response. One of Tyki's elegant fingers circled around one of the younger man's nipples, causing it to harden. Feeling it peak under his fingertips, Tyki shoved the rest of Lavi's shirt up high enough to reveal the bit of darker flesh to the cooler air of the room and pressed his mouth to Lavi's chest. He lightly nipped the smooth skin to the right of the pebbled flesh, immediately laving the same place with his tongue to take any sting out of the bite. His tongue traced a path from the faintly red mark around Lavi's nipple and then licked directly over the sensitive flesh and drew back. He blew lightly over the wet trail, chuckling lowly as the redhead shivered.
"You've always been so responsive, lovely," Tyki said softly, moving one finger slowly in random patterns over the Exorcist's chest. His finger trailed down to the elastic waistband visible at the opening of Lavi's pants and began playing there, running just under the elastic before moving back up to trace the faint outlines of the younger man's abdominal muscles. His hand flattened out, palm skimming along the redhead's abdomen to slip in between his pants and his body, caressing him intimately. "Shall I use my mouth on you again?"
Lavi moaned, as much from the mental image of the older man's head down there as from the sensations Tyki's hand was causing. He wouldn't mind Tyki's mouth on him - quite the contrary - but there was something he wanted even more.
His hand tightened on Tyki's shoulder and he pulled himself up to a sitting position. The Noah shifted, allowing him room, and slid his hand out from inside the redhead's pants. He rested his hand low on Lavi's hip, his passion-darkened eyes meeting Lavi's questioningly.
Lavi just leaned forward for another kiss, one Tyki was more than happy to give. The redhead moved both of his hands to the lapels of the Noah's shirt, tugging him slightly forward. Though it would have been easy enough to resist the light pull, the older man allowed the younger to maneuver him, allowing himself to be turned and laid on the mattress while the redhead moved to straddle him. Their lips were never far from each other until Lavi finally pulled back and sat up straight, wriggling a little to get comfortable. He could feel Tyki's hardness beneath him and he breathed in slowly and deeply, slightly nervous. Tyki just watched him, somehow managing to look proud and confident even when flushed and on his back in bed.
Hesitantly, hands shaking, Lavi reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled the material over his head, averting his eyes from the Noah's face as he did so. The collar caught on his headband and he yanked both items off, tossing them over the side of the bed to land in a crumpled heap on the floor. Lavi stared at both articles for a moment, face flushing as he felt Tyki's gaze both intensify and heat up. He reached a trembling hand up to his eyepatch, two fingers tracing the shape of his hidden eye through the cloth.
'"'Lovely'...I've never once thought it didn't suit you."'
His fingers trembled as he reached for the knot at the back of his head, the knot holding the eyepatch to his face. He could hear Tyki's sharp intake of breath as he pulled one thin string, undoing the knot and causing the patch to fall. He dropped it over the side of the bed with his other clothes, heart beating rapidly in his chest.
Lavi turned back to face Tyki, eyes scanning the older man's face apprehensively for any trace of disgust. Though the man had seen his disfigurement several times by now, the redhead had never removed the patch himself. If the Noah had changed his mind...
But Lavi could find no trace of disgust. He watched, skin flushing a deeper shade of red, as the older man's eyes slowly swept over the newly bared flesh in front of him. He could feel the man's eyes linger on his face, particularly his cursed eye, and he shivered, flinching away and bringing up his hands to self consciously cover his chest.
Tyki shifted beneath him, the Noah's hands grabbing his wrists and pulling gently. Tyki coaxed his arms down, leaning forward to press a kiss to one of the redhead's collarbones before straightening up and pressing a demanding kiss to the Exorcist's lips. Lavi whimpered, gasping when the older man rolled his hips and pressed his growing arousal against the redhead's covered ass. The Exorcist relaxed minutely and the kiss came to an end moments later. He drew back, meeting Tyki's eyes with both of his own.
"You don't have to hide yourself from me," Tyki said. There was no lie in his eyes, and Lavi relaxed fully. He smiled his gratitude and pulled his wrists free. The Pleasure let them go without a fight, hands dropping to Lavi's waist once more and pulling him closer as the older man ground against him. The redhead gasped, thrusting instinctively against the other's body.
"I rather like you taking the initiative, Lavi," Tyki continued, voice heavy with lust and mirth. "I find it very... exciting."
There was no doubt what the older man meant, not with the hard press of the man's arousal against him. The Exorcist's flush deepened and he leaned forward, silently asking Tyki to lay back down. The Noah complied, a slight smirk on his face as Lavi followed him down. Lavi pressed a kiss to those smirking lips as the Portuguese man's back touched down, grinding his hips lightly against the older man's erection. Tyki made an approving 'mmm', his hands sliding up the redhead's bare back.
Lavi broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, and pressed his lips to the curve of the Noah's jaw. He slid his lips down to the column of Tyki's throat and pressed another kiss to the pulse he could feel beating strongly underneath the skin. He moved down to the older man's collarbone, pressing his lips there as well and inhaling the man's scent deeply. His hands came up to begin opening up Tyki's shirt once more. He pressed a line of kisses down the man's toned chest, touching his lips to each inch of flesh as he undid the buttons one by one. As he undid each button, he pushed the material aside to expose more of the Pleasure's body.
The Noah was mostly still beneath him, save for the hands that rubbed slow, encouraging circles on Lavi's back. The muscles beneath the redhead's lips jumped minutely as he kissed just beneath Tyki's navel. Lavi lifted his head, catching the other man's gaze across the expanse of newly revealed bare skin. The redhead moved one hand to the older man's groin, lightly caressing the bulge there. Tyki drew in a sharp breath, eyes widening slightly in surprise at Lavi's boldness.
"May I... use my mouth? On you?" Lavi asked, fairly sure what the answer would be but wanting to ask anyway. Of all the times that they had 'done it', he had only had his mouth on Tyki's manhood twice and only once had he made the man climax with his lips and tongue. This would be his last chance to do it-
He shoved the thought away, letting his fingers play with the button on Tyki's pants.
"Yes," the Noah replied, voice slightly breathless. The older man sat up, one hand sliding up Lavi's arm to the nape of his neck and pulling him into another intense kiss. Lavi opened his mouth to the man, eyes slipping shut as his fingers fumbled blindly with the button as the zipper. Tyki groaned quietly against the redhead's lips as his erection was freed from the cloth confines, pressing his hips up urgently into the younger man's palm. Lavi slid his hands to the waistband of the man's pants and boxers, trying to tug them off Tyki's body. The Noah shifted, breaking the kiss as he rolled back on to his tailbone and moved his free hand to his waist to assist in the removal of the constricting cloth. The moment both articles were far enough off his hips, he moved forward again and drew Lavi into another kiss.
Lavi moaned quietly, still tugging on the older man's clothes. Tyki shifted slightly, helping the redhead slip them over his legs and off his body. Lavi tossed both pants and boxers off the side of the bed to land next to his own discarded clothing, forgetting them even as they fell to the floor.
They broke apart with a wet noise, both sets of lips wet and swollen from the kisses they had already exchanged. Both were breathing heavily, chests heaving and touching with every inhale. Slowly, keeping eye contact with Tyki and very aware of the hand on his head that was gently urging him down, Lavi moved back down the older man's body. He shifted his position, bringing his knees underneath him in a sort of kneeling pose with his legs spread slightly. He bent double, bracing himself on his elbows in front of Tyki. The Noah's second hand joined the first on Lavi's head, encouraging him.
The Exorcist took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he shifted his gaze from Tyki's face to his manhood. He flushed, eyes darkening as he lifted a trembling hand to the base of the older man's arousal. He wrapped his hand around Tyki, smiling a bit at the quiet groan that escaped the Noah at his touch. He slid his hand up the man's length and then back down, just enjoying the feel of Tyki hot and hard in his hand. The Portuguese man shifted, fingers tightening ever so slightly in the crimson strands of Lavi's hair.
Lavi leaned forward, opening his mouth to lick at the head of Tyki's manhood. He drew his tongue over the small slit at the top, shutting his eyes halfway to better concentrate on memorizing the experience through taste and touch and sound.
He slid his hand back up Tyki's length and encircled the head with his lips. Slowly, as he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh, he moved both his hand and his head down the hard arousal. The Noah let out a quiet hiss as he did so and Lavi could almost sense the amount of willpower the older man was exercising to keep from thrusting forward. He kept his pace slow, taking time as he slid back and drew his tongue over the vein at the bottom of Tyki's erection from base to tip. He sucked lightly on the head, then harder as he heard Tyki moan his name softly.
"Lavi..."
As he moved forward again, faster and more confident, he sucked on the hard length. His hand caressed what he could not fit into his mouth, sliding up as his mouth did to touch more of the older man. He moaned quietly as he sucked and moved down once more, as much for the vibration he knew would feel pleasurable to Tyki as to express how having the Noah in his mouth made him feel.
Powerful, desirable, lustful... he moved faster, bobbing his head back and forth and keeping up his quiet moaning as he sucked and swirled his tongue over the most sensitive parts of the already sensitive organ.
"That's good... excellent..." Tyki murmured, hands tightening and then loosening in Lavi's hair almost convulsively. His arms remained relaxed, allowing the redhead freedom to move though the Exorcist could tell by the way the Noah's arms twitched that the man dearly wished to thrust his erection all the way into Lavi's mouth. Lavi slowly pulled away entirely, leaving a lingering lick to the now-weeping slit. He breathed in deeply once, ignoring the Noah's quiet sigh of frustration, then breathed out. He moved forward again, taking Tyki in as far as he could before relaxing his throat and swallowing repeatedly as he forced his mouth to take in more of the man's erection. He swallowed hard, moving until his nose was pressed into the patch of hair growing around the base of the older man's arousal and all he could smell was Tyki and sex.
He hummed, moving his hands high on the older man's inner thighs for balance. He could hear Tyki moan, his hips lightly grinding against Lavi's face and his body trembling almost imperceptibly as his pleasure mounted. The redhead trailed one hand over the man's inner thigh to his scrotum, lightly caressing it with his fingertips and then touching it more firmly. He swallowed again around Tyki's erection, still humming.
The Noah came, calling Lavi's name breathlessly as his hips jerked forward. The redhead could feel something warm and thick hit the back of his throat and he began swallowing as quickly as he could, drinking the older man's semen as the Noah's balls emptied themselves. When Tyki was limp in his mouth and breathing heavily above him, hands loosening their grasp on his hair, Lavi slowly pulled back, sucking slowly as he withdrew and was rewarded with the faintest trace of a slightly bitter flavor on his tongue. He let the now-limp member fall from between his lips with a soft 'pop', straightening up and panting slightly as he tried to get his breathing calmed down.
Tyki's breathing leveled out moments later as he leaned forward, pulling Lavi to him in the same motion. They kissed, the Pleasure's tongue moving aggressively into Lavi's mouth and tasting a mixture of himself and Lavi on the redhead's tongue. It gentled just as quickly as it had begun, the Pleasure's tongue tasting him deeply but without rush, as if they had all the time in the world. The Exorcist whimpered into the kiss, grabbing at Tyki's back desperately and pressing his fingerpads into the smooth muscles there. His hips jerked forwards, his erection almost painfully hard and the front of his boxers damp and uncomfortable. He had managed to ignore it while occupied with the older man's pleasure, but now...
Now he just needed to be touched. It would only take a few strokes from one of Tyki's hands to make him come, and he knew he wouldn't last until penetration. Just the thought of Tyki's fingers inside him, stretching him, touching him so deeply was enough to make climax loom closer.
"Tyki, please..." he moaned in between kisses, pressing himself closer to the Noah. A hand slid from his hair down his spine, traveling leisurely and lightly and making him shiver. The hand slipped over the curve of his hip, following the line of bone down towards the redhead's erection. The Noah paused briefly to tug down the Exorcist's pants and underclothes, Lavi lifting his hips a bit and arching his body closer to Tyki's to help the man shove his clothes down to mid-thigh. He gasped quietly as the cool air of the room hit his heated flesh, the brief chill quickly replaced by glorious heat as the older man's hand wrapped firmly around him. The redhead clutched tighter to the Portuguese man, moaning wordlessly as he was caressed.
He shut his eyes, concentrating only on the sensation of Tyki's hand on him. He could feel his orgasm approaching, waves of bittersweet bliss as his hips jerked into the touch. This last night was all he had; somehow the idea that this would ever have to end seemed so much more concrete with Bookman's words echoing in his mind.
'"By dawn, you are to have cut all ties with him and are never to see him again."'
He buried his face in Tyki's neck, breathing harshly and inhaling the Pleasure's scent. For now, he was here and the Noah was alive and solid and was holding him and touching him. Later on he would have only his memories, so he would have to make this night last as long as he could.
He gave a choked cry, body quivering as he came. For several precious seconds, all that he knew was bliss, pure joy. It subsided slowly and his breathing calmed. He lifted his head from Tyki's neck, coming almost nose to nose with the older man.
"Thank you," he murmured pressing his lips briefly to the Noah's. He could feel Tyki's lips quirk as he pulled away.
"You must have been very close, lovely," Tyki said, lifting his hand. A few trails of white liquid were visible on the slightly darker flesh and Lavi flushed. He let go, easing himself back on to the mattress and shifting his feet out from under him.
"I was," he answered honestly, tugging at his shoelaces. The few clothes he still had on (well, half-on, half-off) would be in the way for what he wanted to do next. He heard the sound of cloth rustling and glanced up - Tyki was wiping his hand and stomach clean with the edge of the sheet. Lavi turned his attention back to his boots, tugging the laces loose so he could slip his foot out and drop the shoe onto the floor. It hit with a dull thud, his sock following noiselessly after it.
The redhead was about to turn to his other boot when he felt gentle hands grab him by the ankle. He glanced over, confused when he saw Tyki kneeling next to him, slowly unlacing his boot. He stared, breathing slightly restricted in the suddenly heavy, quiet air of the room. It was such a small thing - Tyki helping him take off his boots - especially considering what they had just done, but somehow the careful motions with which the Noah slid off the shoe and sock covering Lavi's foot seemed just as intimate as sex, though in a different way.
Tyki's hands slid up his legs, gently tugging at the cloth bunched at his thighs. Lavi shook the thoughts away and pushed his pants and underwear down. Tyki slipped them over his feet and tossed them off the side of the bed carelessly, leaving them both undressed. The only thing that partially blocked Lavi's view of Tyki's body was the dress shirt the man wore, though it was impossible to remove that without removing the manacles binding him first.
The Pleasure slowly surveyed Lavi's body, making the redhead shift nervously. He didn't move to cover himself, instead shyly looking over Tyki's body. The older man 'hmm'd quietly.
"Since you've removed the rest of your clothes, I assume the night isn't over," Tyki said, sounding pleased and smirking slightly. He leaned forward, running his fingertips lightly over the side of Lavi's leg from ankle to hip. Lavi smiled wryly, leaning forward for another kiss. Tyki's kisses were like a drug to him, more so tonight than any other. He wanted the older man's lips on him, on his lips or his body; he didn't care which.
Tyki gave him the kiss he wanted, coaxing him forward by slowly leaning backwards until they were both horizontal once more. Lavi lay on top of the Noah, leisurely kissing him as Tyki's hands caressed his back. Slowly, so slowly that the redhead almost didn't notice until he came into contact with the rumpled material of the bed sheets, Tyki rolled them over. The Exorcist relaxed into the mattress, staring up at the older man as the kiss broke and Tyki drew back. The Pleasure propped himself up with an elbow and a hand, one on either side of Lavi's head. The chain connecting his wrists stretched limply across Lavi's chest, the cool metal a contrast to the warmth radiating from the Noah's body.
'"When the sun next rises, you are never to see the Noah again."'
"It's not over yet," Lavi said.
It wasn't dawn yet. Tonight was most certainly not over and though tonight couldn't last forever, there were still a few more hours of darkness left.
He would enjoy those as much as he could, before the inevitable goodbye.
TBC…
A/N: I wanted to post this on Monday, since Monday was my 19th birthday. ^_^ I didn’t get it finished in time, so I decided I’d make sure I posted sometime this week. I know, I’m evil for leaving it there. The next chapter is on its way, but first I have a brief announcement about the continuation of this fic.
To my FF.net Readers: I get an e-mail whenever one of you Favorites or Alerts my story. I also get an e-mail whenever someone reviews. When I open up my inbox and find that someone has not only Favorited and Alerted my story, but Favorited and Alerted me as an author as well and hasn’t reviewed a single thing I’ve written, I get angry.
It’s honestly this simple: if you Favorite or Alert, you review. I don’t mind short reviews, but I do prefer longer ones. If you do not review, then I will send you a PM and ask you nicely what you thought. If you do not reply to that, then I get really pissed off. There are four or five people from last chapter (you know who you are) that I have sent a PM to and they have not replied. To those that did review or reply, thank you.
I can and will delete this story from FF.net and post only on my LJ (after friends-locking it) and a few other websites if this keeps up.
Chapter 26 will be out as soon as I have it written and proofread. Have a nice day.
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 N.H. Arawn and Misster Cackles! All remaining mistakes are mine.
WARNINGS: This chapter contains LEMON (NC-17) content of the M/M (malexmale) variety. Do not read if you are considered a minor in your country or if you take offense to one man loving another man.
Last Time On ‘A Game Of Poker’:
"Thank you, Bookman," he said simply, bowing as a gesture of both respect and gratitude before turning towards the door. He dashed towards it, barely slowing down to open it and half-tripping over his own feet as he ran into the hall. The door slammed shut behind him.
Bookman stood, staring at the window, as he listened to his apprentice's footsteps fade. When they were gone completely, he sighed quietly and turned towards his desk. He walked slowly towards it, feeling his age in every joint and muscle as he reached the chair and lowered himself in to it.
He picked up his pen and tapped it absently on a blank sheet of paper, mind and gaze both distant.
And Now, The Continuation
IMPORTANT NOTE REGARDING THE CONTINUATION OF THIS FIC AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CHAPTER. SEE AUTHOR’S NOTE.
Chapter 25
One More Night
Allen shivered a bit in the chill of the training room, wishing he could have kept his shirt on. It was for the best that he wasn't wearing it, though; even though transforming his arm had never affected his clothes, the many wires and small electrodes stuck to his arm and chest would probably have been very difficult to attach with the cloth in the way.
Komui stood off to the side, right behind a large table that held up several machines Allen couldn't make heads or tails of. He knew each machine monitored something - all of the electrodes on his body were attached to one machine or another - but didn't know what. Komui was turning dials and pressing buttons on a few different machines. He also carried a clipboard in one hand and had a sharpened pencil tucked behind his ear. Several vaguely Akuma-shaped targets were set up against the far wall, each with a few sensors attached that hooked them to other machines on the table next to Komui.
"Are you ready, Komui?" Allen asked, only a hint of exasperation in his voice. He had been patient while the scientist had attached the electrodes and hooked him up to the machines, but for the past ten minutes all the older man had done was fiddle around with the various machines on the table.
"Just a..." Komui trailed off mid-sentence, eyes focused on the display screen of one of the machines, then made a pleased noise and straightened up. He looked at Allen and smiled. "If you could transform your arm...?"
The white-haired boy nodded and looked towards the targets. He lifted the arm containing his Innocence, holding it parallel to the floor and resting his normal hand upon his shoulder. He took a deep breath, eyes narrowing as he concentrated.
It had been a long time since he had turned his arm into a gun, usually preferring his Crown Clown to any of his other weapons, but the knowledge had never left him. He could feel the energy collecting in his hand - the back of his hand, to be precise, where his Innocence crystal shone a faint green. Komui had asked him earlier to go through the transformation slowly, so he consciously slowed the process. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Komui writing furiously on the clipboard. The man's eyes were focused on the screens, glancing down only once or twice every so often to make sure his writing was somewhat legible.
Allen focused on the energy as it moved through his body, spreading from the back of his hand up his forearm and upper arm to pool underneath his normal hand. The energy hummed beneath the skin, growing stronger and making his entire arm glow with the power of Innocence. As the glow got brighter, his arm began to change.
His hand melted back to his wrist and reformed as the barrel of his gun. The cross-shaped crystal was still plainly visible as the brightest spot of light on the muzzle. The rest of his arm began to follow suit, flesh and bone melting together before reforming. The entire process was painless, only heat radiating from the area as the energy transformed his arm.
His forearm hardened and became the barrel of his gun, hard ridges raised on the top and leading to the gun's opening. His upper arm remained mostly unchanged but for the pattern of ridges that appear on his skin. At his shoulder, there were two brief bursts of light as two tubes took shape, one right below the other, and extended back down his arm to connect to what had once been his wrist and elbow, respectively. There was a flash of light where his arm connected to his body and a whirling disc of energy formed around the joint.
The transformation was complete. Allen held still for several seconds as the excess energy died down and the glow dissipated until only the crystal embedded in his arm and the energy at his shoulder shone. Even those only glowed faintly, a quiet hum and a slight heat radiating from his arm. Though the energy had died down, Allen could still feel it circulating and running under his skin, much more active than when his arm was just his arm and not a deadly weapon. He turned his head to look at Komui, who was still scribbling madly on the clipboard.
"Komui?" Allen asked, lowering his arm slightly. Komui didn't even look up.
"Hm?" The scientist's pencil finally stopped moving and the man tucked the utensil behind his ear before running one thin finger along the lines of data he had just written down. Every few seconds he would glance back at the screens or gauges on the machines, apparently double-checking his note-taking.
"Did you get some of the information you needed?" the white-haired boy asked, smiling hopefully. Slowly, Komui shook his head, finally glancing at Allen as the last line of data checked out.
"I only have one set of data and only from the transformation. I'll need at least two more and then there‘s observing how the bullets are formed, how they‘re fired, and there are a few other tests I‘ll want to run," Komui said, expression intense and earnest but not stern. Allen nodded, sighing internally as he turned back towards the targets.
This would be a long night.
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Lavi's footsteps had slowed as he moved further and further away from his room. The threat of Bookman coming after him shrank as the distance grew, meaning that the old man wasn't likely to appear out of nowhere and change his mind about letting Lavi have one last night.
The redhead honestly hadn't expected it. Bookman was well within his rights to demand that Lavi never see Tyki again, but the man had let him see the Noah one last time. It was more than he had dared to hope, if he was being honest with himself, but this would make it harder to let go when he left Tyki's room for the last time.
And he would have to let go.
He looked up from the floor, knowing that he was getting close to the Noah's room now. As he turned into the hallway that led to Tyki's room, his eyes caught a flash of white down the hall; the cloak of one of the Finder's guarding Tyki during the night.
Lavi's mind briefly flashed back to the Finder he had had the displeasure of meeting earlier that day. His lips twisted into a frown, face heating at the memory. Alex had been a jerk and a pervert, but at that time Lavi been more concerned with what the man had been saying than by how he had come by his knowledge. It had only occurred to him much later on that Alex had probably been a guard and had likely been watching Tyki and Lavi have sex.
Anger flared up in him again, embarrassment on its heels, but he clamped down on both emotions. It was useless getting angry at Alex now, when the man was out of reach. He hadn't even dwelt much on the thought when it had first occurred to him, too preoccupied with what Bookman would say. The redhead refused to let it ruin his last night with the Pleasure, though he wished he had hit the man harder. It would hardly make up for what the man did, but it might make Lavi feel better.
He forcefully shoved those thoughts aside as he drew closer to Tyki's room, a sort of nervous, bittersweet desire taking the place of his anger and embarrassment. The two Finders, he noted, were the same man-woman pair he had seen the first night he had come to visit Tyki. Had it really only been about a week ago that he had gone to see the Noah for the first time inside the Order building?
The woman looked up as he moved closer, a slight scowl on her face that faded as the light from the nearby lamps slowly illuminated his face. Her expression turned unreadable and Lavi avoided her eyes. He could feel the man looking at him and he tensed, but felt the gaze shift away from him as though the man sensed his discomfort.
"I'm just here to visit him," Lavi said, voice flat but for a barely audible waver. He paused next to the woman, glancing up briefly to meet her eyes before looking at the door and then back at the floor. "I don't suppose I can lock the door this time?"
His words came out more bitter than intended, but neither Finder flinched. After several heavy seconds, the woman spoke.
"You may shut the door, but you can not lock it," she said, voice firm but not totally unsympathetic. "I can promise you that we won't... watch."
Lavi jerked his gaze up towards her then, eye slightly widened. He had figured she would have heard the rumors - he would have been very surprised if any Finder didn't yet know - but he hadn't expected her to acknowledge the rumor so blatantly. For her to say that neither she nor the man with her would watch...
He thought briefly of Alex once more and had to repress another wave of anger. He nodded shortly and moved towards the door, once more looking away from either Finder.
"Thanks," he said tightly as he turned the doorknob and stepped through. Lavi's heart began to speed up as he walked into Tyki's room, reaching an almost frantic tempo as he shut the door behind himself. It closed with a quiet creak of hinges and a near silent scrape of wood on stone.
Lavi glanced up only briefly as he entered the room before once more looking at the floor. In that brief glance, he noted Tyki lounging on his bed and then heard cloth rustling as he averted his gaze. He could hear Tyki shifting, likely sitting up straight though he couldn't lift his eye to confirm. The silence thickened in the air, the brunet too surprised to see him to speak and the redhead too unsure of what to say. The mattress shifted again as Tyki stood up, the chain connecting his manacles clinking softly in the oppressive silence as the Noah took a step forward and reached out a hand.
"Lovely?" he asked, puzzled. "What are you doing here?"
Lavi looked up at Tyki's face, taking in the light olive skin, the dark hair and eyes... He opened his mouth to speak, several explanations for his presence in Tyki's room for the second night in a row coming quickly to his thoughts but sticking on his tongue.
'Well, Bookman said that I can't see you anymore-'
'I've got one more night with you and-'
'I just really, really want you-'
He shut his mouth again. He didn't want to tell Tyki that this was the last time he could come and 'visit', as Alex had put it earlier. It was probably just him being selfish, but he didn't want that hanging over their last night together. He could always tell Tyki afterwards, couldn't he?
Tyki stepped closer, a somewhat forced smirk making its way onto the man's handsome face. Lavi's heart stuttered in his chest, a pang of loss and desire hitting him with equal force.
"Would you like to play another game?" Tyki asked seductively, moving close enough to loom slightly over the Exorcist. Lavi felt trapped, pleasantly so, and he felt his desire ratchet up a notch. "Poker, perhaps?"
Tyki was close enough that the redhead could feel the heat radiating from the older man's body, close enough that all Lavi would have to do is move forward and reach a little to kiss him.
Lavi smiled thinly, closing that last bit of distance between himself and the Noah. He could feel Tyki move back slightly in surprise, not used to the redhead taking initiative. Lavi reached up, linking his hands behind the older man's neck and pulling him down as he shifted his weight to balance more on the balls of his feet.
Tyki didn't resist, allowing himself to be pulled into a soft, chaste kiss. Lavi purposely kept the pressure of his lips against Tyki's light, wanting to just feel the man close before the night turned heated. The Noah began to respond to the kiss, lips parting slightly and arms lifting to encircle the Exorcist in anticipation of more involved kissing. The Exorcist was briefly tempted to give in to the desire he could taste on the other man's lips, the concern he could feel in the gentle hands resting on his back, but he didn't want this kiss to be about passion. He just...
Lavi drew back from the kiss reluctantly, hands sliding down to the Pleasure's shoulders as he relaxed back onto his feet. Tyki met and held his gaze, confused but patient. Lavi just forced a smile on to his face in response.
The Noah probably knew that something was wrong, but Lavi didn't want to tell him. Not yet.
"I thought we were done with games," he said simply, grinning. The Noah smiled in response, though Lavi could still see a flicker of concern in the older man's dark eyes. The redhead closed his eyes and leaned forward again, met halfway by the older man's mouth. Tyki's lips slid gently across his own, the Noah's hands pulling their bodies closer together as they both opened their mouths. Lavi moaned quietly into the older man's mouth, a hot rush of desire pooling low in his body. They broke apart briefly for air, their lips meeting again more desperately seconds later.
The redhead slid his hands over the older man's shoulders and chest, moving with purpose towards the column of buttons that kept their skin from touching. He began tugging at the highest fastened button, tugging it free of the hole before moving on to the next and then the next.
Tyki broke their kiss with a soft chuckle. Lavi's motions stilled, hands resting over the Noah's heart. He could tell that the beats were quick and excited, Tyki's heart racing just as much as Lavi's own.
"Someone's eager tonight," Tyki teased, slowly stepping back from Lavi. The few buttons the redhead had managed to undo allowed the older man's shirt to hang open, revealing a good deal of his smooth, toned chest. Lavi licked his lips, tasting Tyki on them, and followed the older man to the bed. His heart was pounding, the sound of it beating and his own breathing the only sounds he could hear. Somehow this moment felt different from any other he had shared with Tyki before, but he couldn't say he didn't like it.
In fact, he liked it very much.
Tyki drew the Exorcist into another kiss as they reached the mattress, his tongue moving expertly against the redhead's. As one, they sat down on the bed. With their lips still joined, Tyki began to lean forward slowly to lay the Exorcist down. He supported the younger man with his arms as he laid them down and shifted them towards the center of the mattress, sliding his arms out from under the redhead's weight only after the Exorcist was situated in the middle. Tyki broke the kiss once again, sitting up and placing his hands on either side of Lavi's hips. He rested most of his weight on his hands as he slowly looked over the redhead's body from head to hip and made the Exorcist shiver with want.
Lavi shifted, moving one elbow beneath his body to support his weight while the other hand went to the back of Tyki's neck and pulled gently. The Noah took the hint and bent forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the younger man's lips. Lavi moaned quietly, shifting a bit to try and relieve pressure as his pants became tighter and tighter. He could sense the older man above him moving and then the redhead broke the kiss with a loud gasp when a firm hand touched him through the cloth of his pants. His hips jerked into the touch, hand clasping tighter to the back of the brunet's neck.
Tyki smirked, running his hand confidently over the bulge in the Exorcist's pants. Lavi wasn't sure who moved first, but then their lips were joined again in brief, deep kisses, tongues touching for only seconds before they pulled back to breathe. The moment after they breathed in, their lips were once more pressed together as though desperate for contact.
Lavi's back arched in an attempt to press himself closer to the older man, wincing slightly in discomfort as his pants became even tighter. Tyki's talented hand slid up over the aching bulge towards the button keeping Lavi's pants fastened and flicked it open. Lavi almost sagged in relief as the Noah tugged down the zipper as well, but every part of him was alive with the pleasure of the older man's touch and he couldn't relax, not with Tyki's hand still moving so wonderfully.
He groaned at the loss when the older man moved his hand away, body relaxing minutely as the Noah slid his hand up his abdomen. Tyki's fingers lightly brushed over the tensed muscles, pulling the redhead's shirt up as his hand slowly traveled to the smooth flesh of the Exorcist's pectorals. The chain connecting Tyki's wrists was cold and was dragged up the heated skin of the redhead's chest and Lavi shivered in response. One of Tyki's elegant fingers circled around one of the younger man's nipples, causing it to harden. Feeling it peak under his fingertips, Tyki shoved the rest of Lavi's shirt up high enough to reveal the bit of darker flesh to the cooler air of the room and pressed his mouth to Lavi's chest. He lightly nipped the smooth skin to the right of the pebbled flesh, immediately laving the same place with his tongue to take any sting out of the bite. His tongue traced a path from the faintly red mark around Lavi's nipple and then licked directly over the sensitive flesh and drew back. He blew lightly over the wet trail, chuckling lowly as the redhead shivered.
"You've always been so responsive, lovely," Tyki said softly, moving one finger slowly in random patterns over the Exorcist's chest. His finger trailed down to the elastic waistband visible at the opening of Lavi's pants and began playing there, running just under the elastic before moving back up to trace the faint outlines of the younger man's abdominal muscles. His hand flattened out, palm skimming along the redhead's abdomen to slip in between his pants and his body, caressing him intimately. "Shall I use my mouth on you again?"
Lavi moaned, as much from the mental image of the older man's head down there as from the sensations Tyki's hand was causing. He wouldn't mind Tyki's mouth on him - quite the contrary - but there was something he wanted even more.
His hand tightened on Tyki's shoulder and he pulled himself up to a sitting position. The Noah shifted, allowing him room, and slid his hand out from inside the redhead's pants. He rested his hand low on Lavi's hip, his passion-darkened eyes meeting Lavi's questioningly.
Lavi just leaned forward for another kiss, one Tyki was more than happy to give. The redhead moved both of his hands to the lapels of the Noah's shirt, tugging him slightly forward. Though it would have been easy enough to resist the light pull, the older man allowed the younger to maneuver him, allowing himself to be turned and laid on the mattress while the redhead moved to straddle him. Their lips were never far from each other until Lavi finally pulled back and sat up straight, wriggling a little to get comfortable. He could feel Tyki's hardness beneath him and he breathed in slowly and deeply, slightly nervous. Tyki just watched him, somehow managing to look proud and confident even when flushed and on his back in bed.
Hesitantly, hands shaking, Lavi reached for the hem of his shirt. He pulled the material over his head, averting his eyes from the Noah's face as he did so. The collar caught on his headband and he yanked both items off, tossing them over the side of the bed to land in a crumpled heap on the floor. Lavi stared at both articles for a moment, face flushing as he felt Tyki's gaze both intensify and heat up. He reached a trembling hand up to his eyepatch, two fingers tracing the shape of his hidden eye through the cloth.
'"'Lovely'...I've never once thought it didn't suit you."'
His fingers trembled as he reached for the knot at the back of his head, the knot holding the eyepatch to his face. He could hear Tyki's sharp intake of breath as he pulled one thin string, undoing the knot and causing the patch to fall. He dropped it over the side of the bed with his other clothes, heart beating rapidly in his chest.
Lavi turned back to face Tyki, eyes scanning the older man's face apprehensively for any trace of disgust. Though the man had seen his disfigurement several times by now, the redhead had never removed the patch himself. If the Noah had changed his mind...
But Lavi could find no trace of disgust. He watched, skin flushing a deeper shade of red, as the older man's eyes slowly swept over the newly bared flesh in front of him. He could feel the man's eyes linger on his face, particularly his cursed eye, and he shivered, flinching away and bringing up his hands to self consciously cover his chest.
Tyki shifted beneath him, the Noah's hands grabbing his wrists and pulling gently. Tyki coaxed his arms down, leaning forward to press a kiss to one of the redhead's collarbones before straightening up and pressing a demanding kiss to the Exorcist's lips. Lavi whimpered, gasping when the older man rolled his hips and pressed his growing arousal against the redhead's covered ass. The Exorcist relaxed minutely and the kiss came to an end moments later. He drew back, meeting Tyki's eyes with both of his own.
"You don't have to hide yourself from me," Tyki said. There was no lie in his eyes, and Lavi relaxed fully. He smiled his gratitude and pulled his wrists free. The Pleasure let them go without a fight, hands dropping to Lavi's waist once more and pulling him closer as the older man ground against him. The redhead gasped, thrusting instinctively against the other's body.
"I rather like you taking the initiative, Lavi," Tyki continued, voice heavy with lust and mirth. "I find it very... exciting."
There was no doubt what the older man meant, not with the hard press of the man's arousal against him. The Exorcist's flush deepened and he leaned forward, silently asking Tyki to lay back down. The Noah complied, a slight smirk on his face as Lavi followed him down. Lavi pressed a kiss to those smirking lips as the Portuguese man's back touched down, grinding his hips lightly against the older man's erection. Tyki made an approving 'mmm', his hands sliding up the redhead's bare back.
Lavi broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, and pressed his lips to the curve of the Noah's jaw. He slid his lips down to the column of Tyki's throat and pressed another kiss to the pulse he could feel beating strongly underneath the skin. He moved down to the older man's collarbone, pressing his lips there as well and inhaling the man's scent deeply. His hands came up to begin opening up Tyki's shirt once more. He pressed a line of kisses down the man's toned chest, touching his lips to each inch of flesh as he undid the buttons one by one. As he undid each button, he pushed the material aside to expose more of the Pleasure's body.
The Noah was mostly still beneath him, save for the hands that rubbed slow, encouraging circles on Lavi's back. The muscles beneath the redhead's lips jumped minutely as he kissed just beneath Tyki's navel. Lavi lifted his head, catching the other man's gaze across the expanse of newly revealed bare skin. The redhead moved one hand to the older man's groin, lightly caressing the bulge there. Tyki drew in a sharp breath, eyes widening slightly in surprise at Lavi's boldness.
"May I... use my mouth? On you?" Lavi asked, fairly sure what the answer would be but wanting to ask anyway. Of all the times that they had 'done it', he had only had his mouth on Tyki's manhood twice and only once had he made the man climax with his lips and tongue. This would be his last chance to do it-
He shoved the thought away, letting his fingers play with the button on Tyki's pants.
"Yes," the Noah replied, voice slightly breathless. The older man sat up, one hand sliding up Lavi's arm to the nape of his neck and pulling him into another intense kiss. Lavi opened his mouth to the man, eyes slipping shut as his fingers fumbled blindly with the button as the zipper. Tyki groaned quietly against the redhead's lips as his erection was freed from the cloth confines, pressing his hips up urgently into the younger man's palm. Lavi slid his hands to the waistband of the man's pants and boxers, trying to tug them off Tyki's body. The Noah shifted, breaking the kiss as he rolled back on to his tailbone and moved his free hand to his waist to assist in the removal of the constricting cloth. The moment both articles were far enough off his hips, he moved forward again and drew Lavi into another kiss.
Lavi moaned quietly, still tugging on the older man's clothes. Tyki shifted slightly, helping the redhead slip them over his legs and off his body. Lavi tossed both pants and boxers off the side of the bed to land next to his own discarded clothing, forgetting them even as they fell to the floor.
They broke apart with a wet noise, both sets of lips wet and swollen from the kisses they had already exchanged. Both were breathing heavily, chests heaving and touching with every inhale. Slowly, keeping eye contact with Tyki and very aware of the hand on his head that was gently urging him down, Lavi moved back down the older man's body. He shifted his position, bringing his knees underneath him in a sort of kneeling pose with his legs spread slightly. He bent double, bracing himself on his elbows in front of Tyki. The Noah's second hand joined the first on Lavi's head, encouraging him.
The Exorcist took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he shifted his gaze from Tyki's face to his manhood. He flushed, eyes darkening as he lifted a trembling hand to the base of the older man's arousal. He wrapped his hand around Tyki, smiling a bit at the quiet groan that escaped the Noah at his touch. He slid his hand up the man's length and then back down, just enjoying the feel of Tyki hot and hard in his hand. The Portuguese man shifted, fingers tightening ever so slightly in the crimson strands of Lavi's hair.
Lavi leaned forward, opening his mouth to lick at the head of Tyki's manhood. He drew his tongue over the small slit at the top, shutting his eyes halfway to better concentrate on memorizing the experience through taste and touch and sound.
He slid his hand back up Tyki's length and encircled the head with his lips. Slowly, as he ran his tongue over the sensitive flesh, he moved both his hand and his head down the hard arousal. The Noah let out a quiet hiss as he did so and Lavi could almost sense the amount of willpower the older man was exercising to keep from thrusting forward. He kept his pace slow, taking time as he slid back and drew his tongue over the vein at the bottom of Tyki's erection from base to tip. He sucked lightly on the head, then harder as he heard Tyki moan his name softly.
"Lavi..."
As he moved forward again, faster and more confident, he sucked on the hard length. His hand caressed what he could not fit into his mouth, sliding up as his mouth did to touch more of the older man. He moaned quietly as he sucked and moved down once more, as much for the vibration he knew would feel pleasurable to Tyki as to express how having the Noah in his mouth made him feel.
Powerful, desirable, lustful... he moved faster, bobbing his head back and forth and keeping up his quiet moaning as he sucked and swirled his tongue over the most sensitive parts of the already sensitive organ.
"That's good... excellent..." Tyki murmured, hands tightening and then loosening in Lavi's hair almost convulsively. His arms remained relaxed, allowing the redhead freedom to move though the Exorcist could tell by the way the Noah's arms twitched that the man dearly wished to thrust his erection all the way into Lavi's mouth. Lavi slowly pulled away entirely, leaving a lingering lick to the now-weeping slit. He breathed in deeply once, ignoring the Noah's quiet sigh of frustration, then breathed out. He moved forward again, taking Tyki in as far as he could before relaxing his throat and swallowing repeatedly as he forced his mouth to take in more of the man's erection. He swallowed hard, moving until his nose was pressed into the patch of hair growing around the base of the older man's arousal and all he could smell was Tyki and sex.
He hummed, moving his hands high on the older man's inner thighs for balance. He could hear Tyki moan, his hips lightly grinding against Lavi's face and his body trembling almost imperceptibly as his pleasure mounted. The redhead trailed one hand over the man's inner thigh to his scrotum, lightly caressing it with his fingertips and then touching it more firmly. He swallowed again around Tyki's erection, still humming.
The Noah came, calling Lavi's name breathlessly as his hips jerked forward. The redhead could feel something warm and thick hit the back of his throat and he began swallowing as quickly as he could, drinking the older man's semen as the Noah's balls emptied themselves. When Tyki was limp in his mouth and breathing heavily above him, hands loosening their grasp on his hair, Lavi slowly pulled back, sucking slowly as he withdrew and was rewarded with the faintest trace of a slightly bitter flavor on his tongue. He let the now-limp member fall from between his lips with a soft 'pop', straightening up and panting slightly as he tried to get his breathing calmed down.
Tyki's breathing leveled out moments later as he leaned forward, pulling Lavi to him in the same motion. They kissed, the Pleasure's tongue moving aggressively into Lavi's mouth and tasting a mixture of himself and Lavi on the redhead's tongue. It gentled just as quickly as it had begun, the Pleasure's tongue tasting him deeply but without rush, as if they had all the time in the world. The Exorcist whimpered into the kiss, grabbing at Tyki's back desperately and pressing his fingerpads into the smooth muscles there. His hips jerked forwards, his erection almost painfully hard and the front of his boxers damp and uncomfortable. He had managed to ignore it while occupied with the older man's pleasure, but now...
Now he just needed to be touched. It would only take a few strokes from one of Tyki's hands to make him come, and he knew he wouldn't last until penetration. Just the thought of Tyki's fingers inside him, stretching him, touching him so deeply was enough to make climax loom closer.
"Tyki, please..." he moaned in between kisses, pressing himself closer to the Noah. A hand slid from his hair down his spine, traveling leisurely and lightly and making him shiver. The hand slipped over the curve of his hip, following the line of bone down towards the redhead's erection. The Noah paused briefly to tug down the Exorcist's pants and underclothes, Lavi lifting his hips a bit and arching his body closer to Tyki's to help the man shove his clothes down to mid-thigh. He gasped quietly as the cool air of the room hit his heated flesh, the brief chill quickly replaced by glorious heat as the older man's hand wrapped firmly around him. The redhead clutched tighter to the Portuguese man, moaning wordlessly as he was caressed.
He shut his eyes, concentrating only on the sensation of Tyki's hand on him. He could feel his orgasm approaching, waves of bittersweet bliss as his hips jerked into the touch. This last night was all he had; somehow the idea that this would ever have to end seemed so much more concrete with Bookman's words echoing in his mind.
'"By dawn, you are to have cut all ties with him and are never to see him again."'
He buried his face in Tyki's neck, breathing harshly and inhaling the Pleasure's scent. For now, he was here and the Noah was alive and solid and was holding him and touching him. Later on he would have only his memories, so he would have to make this night last as long as he could.
He gave a choked cry, body quivering as he came. For several precious seconds, all that he knew was bliss, pure joy. It subsided slowly and his breathing calmed. He lifted his head from Tyki's neck, coming almost nose to nose with the older man.
"Thank you," he murmured pressing his lips briefly to the Noah's. He could feel Tyki's lips quirk as he pulled away.
"You must have been very close, lovely," Tyki said, lifting his hand. A few trails of white liquid were visible on the slightly darker flesh and Lavi flushed. He let go, easing himself back on to the mattress and shifting his feet out from under him.
"I was," he answered honestly, tugging at his shoelaces. The few clothes he still had on (well, half-on, half-off) would be in the way for what he wanted to do next. He heard the sound of cloth rustling and glanced up - Tyki was wiping his hand and stomach clean with the edge of the sheet. Lavi turned his attention back to his boots, tugging the laces loose so he could slip his foot out and drop the shoe onto the floor. It hit with a dull thud, his sock following noiselessly after it.
The redhead was about to turn to his other boot when he felt gentle hands grab him by the ankle. He glanced over, confused when he saw Tyki kneeling next to him, slowly unlacing his boot. He stared, breathing slightly restricted in the suddenly heavy, quiet air of the room. It was such a small thing - Tyki helping him take off his boots - especially considering what they had just done, but somehow the careful motions with which the Noah slid off the shoe and sock covering Lavi's foot seemed just as intimate as sex, though in a different way.
Tyki's hands slid up his legs, gently tugging at the cloth bunched at his thighs. Lavi shook the thoughts away and pushed his pants and underwear down. Tyki slipped them over his feet and tossed them off the side of the bed carelessly, leaving them both undressed. The only thing that partially blocked Lavi's view of Tyki's body was the dress shirt the man wore, though it was impossible to remove that without removing the manacles binding him first.
The Pleasure slowly surveyed Lavi's body, making the redhead shift nervously. He didn't move to cover himself, instead shyly looking over Tyki's body. The older man 'hmm'd quietly.
"Since you've removed the rest of your clothes, I assume the night isn't over," Tyki said, sounding pleased and smirking slightly. He leaned forward, running his fingertips lightly over the side of Lavi's leg from ankle to hip. Lavi smiled wryly, leaning forward for another kiss. Tyki's kisses were like a drug to him, more so tonight than any other. He wanted the older man's lips on him, on his lips or his body; he didn't care which.
Tyki gave him the kiss he wanted, coaxing him forward by slowly leaning backwards until they were both horizontal once more. Lavi lay on top of the Noah, leisurely kissing him as Tyki's hands caressed his back. Slowly, so slowly that the redhead almost didn't notice until he came into contact with the rumpled material of the bed sheets, Tyki rolled them over. The Exorcist relaxed into the mattress, staring up at the older man as the kiss broke and Tyki drew back. The Pleasure propped himself up with an elbow and a hand, one on either side of Lavi's head. The chain connecting his wrists stretched limply across Lavi's chest, the cool metal a contrast to the warmth radiating from the Noah's body.
'"When the sun next rises, you are never to see the Noah again."'
"It's not over yet," Lavi said.
It wasn't dawn yet. Tonight was most certainly not over and though tonight couldn't last forever, there were still a few more hours of darkness left.
He would enjoy those as much as he could, before the inevitable goodbye.
TBC…
A/N: I wanted to post this on Monday, since Monday was my 19th birthday. ^_^ I didn’t get it finished in time, so I decided I’d make sure I posted sometime this week. I know, I’m evil for leaving it there. The next chapter is on its way, but first I have a brief announcement about the continuation of this fic.
To my FF.net Readers: I get an e-mail whenever one of you Favorites or Alerts my story. I also get an e-mail whenever someone reviews. When I open up my inbox and find that someone has not only Favorited and Alerted my story, but Favorited and Alerted me as an author as well and hasn’t reviewed a single thing I’ve written, I get angry.
It’s honestly this simple: if you Favorite or Alert, you review. I don’t mind short reviews, but I do prefer longer ones. If you do not review, then I will send you a PM and ask you nicely what you thought. If you do not reply to that, then I get really pissed off. There are four or five people from last chapter (you know who you are) that I have sent a PM to and they have not replied. To those that did review or reply, thank you.
I can and will delete this story from FF.net and post only on my LJ (after friends-locking it) and a few other websites if this keeps up.
Chapter 26 will be out as soon as I have it written and proofread. Have a nice day.