Pleasure and Pain
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Rating:
Adult ++
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6
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5,563
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5
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Pain
Author’s Note: This takes place near the end of Allen’s first encounter with Tyki in Noah form after his arm is smashed and the Tease inserted, but… Tyki doesn’t leave right away!?!
Chapter 1: Pain
Tyki Mikk stood over the body of the exorcist, top hat tilted and obscuring the stigmata across his brow. His dark hair was curling under the brim in gentle waves, and the glow from his lit cigarette illuminated his handsome face. He exhaled, a grin turning up the corner of his mouth, and thick white smoke billowed out into the darkness.
He bent down, running his gloved finger across the pale cheek of Allen Walker, as he lay unconscious on the moist earth. The Tease should be working away, those gnashing teeth tearing through the thick muscle of the exorcist’s heart. Tyki could still remember the feeling of it in his hand - so warm. He wiped a strand of silvery hair, white as fresh snow, from Allen’s damp cheek.
“Such a pity,” he mused. “I could grow rather fond of this face.” He traced the markings marring the exorcist’s pretty face. His hand traveled lower, finger brushing gently across the boy’s lips, slightly pink and smeared with blood. Tyki could understand Road’s attraction to the boy. He was beautiful. But it was more than that which attracted the Noah to Allen Walker. Was it his strong will, his fearlessness, or his resolve? Maybe it was a bit of everything? When he had glared at Tyki with those intense eyes, even as the Noah held his beating heart in his palm, something had stirred inside him. His heart had begun to speed up, his eyes held captive by Allen’s spirit.
“I cant…” He murmured, as his hand traveled lower on the unconscious boy. It slid beneath the tattered remains of his black coat, the fabric wet with blood. He spread his palm out across Allan’s chest; his finger’s lingering over where his heartbeat was faintly beating beneath. He could feel the flutter of the creature inside. “I just can’t keep you out of my head, boy.”
He had been thinking about the boy ever since that day on the train, when he had lost to his cheating hand at cards. He had admired the way the boy’s lips curled into such a pleasant smile. He had enjoyed watching those slender fingers slide across the thick paper of the playing deck. He had known Allen was an Exorcist then, and he had looked for him in all the faces of those he had killed for the Earl. He had finally found him.
Tyki bent down, his tongue sliding out to lick a small trickle of blood from the corner of Allen’s mouth. He felt the boy stir, and a moan escaped from the exorcist’s parted lips. The heavy eyelids fluttered open, and Allen struggled to focus his vision.
The exorcist could feel the warmth of the other’s hand playing across his chest. The rough cotton of the Noah’s immaculate gloves explored every bruise, every gash and wound on the boy’s chest. Allen sucked in a sharp breath as he felt Tyki’s fingers sink into a deep cut above the exorcist’s ribs.
“Ho? Still conscious are you?” Tyki laughed, surprised. “I underestimated you, Allen Walker. I guess you can take a bit more before you die?” The Noah pressed his finger’s down against Allen’s chest, the bruised and broken ribs crackling under the intense pressure. Allen let out a scream. “Of course, watching you in pain is very pleasurable for me,” Tyki whispered into the exorcist’s ear.
Allen let out another scream as Tyki clutched the stump of his left arm. “It does hurt, doesn’t it? Losing your arm along with your Innocence… It must have been painful.” Tyki watched the boy’s pretty face twisting in agony and pain. Allen’s eyes were wide, and his teeth ground together as he tried to suppress another scream. His breath was coming out in gasps now. A pool of warm blood was forming under his body, soaking into the soil. Tyki shifted his weight so that he rested on top of Allen’s slender hips. He felt his body respond to having the delicate frame of the smaller boy beneath him. The Noah bent down lower, tongue trailing along the boy’s jaw-line. He nibbled at the tender flesh there, causing Allen to wince.
“Don’t you like it?” He murmured against Allen’s skin. “You know, I’m the Noah of pleasure. I can give you some of that, as well as pain.” He pulled at the remaining buttons on the exorcist’s coat. “You are going to die, boy,” He smirked. “Let me at least send you away with a parting gift?” He wasn’t satisfied simply watching Allen Walker suffer. This boy was special somehow. Tyki knew it, as did the other Noah. He wanted to savor this longer!
“Wh- Why?” Allen gasped, eyes now half lidded. He was weakening and the pain in his chest was almost unbearable. The world was spinning and he would soon slip back into unconsciousness. Tears began to well at the corners of his eyes. Allen struggled to speak, his voice hoarse and cracking under the strain. “Why do you have to be human!” Allan could feel the tears starting to spill over, and run, hot and salty, down his blood stained cheeks. “How can you do this to your fellow man, killing the others like that?!?”
Tyki stiffened, then a laugh beginning to bubble up. His eyes peered down at the boy beneath him, wild with a tinge of something terrifying to Allen. “You really amuse me,” the Noah chuckled. “Worry about your own situation a little more.” He ripped away the fabric of Allen’s clothes, exposing his bare chest and stomach. Then his gloved hands slid lower and he began to work the buckle of the boy’s belt. “You’re about to get fucked, boy!” He smirked, as he slid Allen’s pants down round his slender white thighs. “What will your god think of you then?” he laughed.
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Chapter 1: Pain
Tyki Mikk stood over the body of the exorcist, top hat tilted and obscuring the stigmata across his brow. His dark hair was curling under the brim in gentle waves, and the glow from his lit cigarette illuminated his handsome face. He exhaled, a grin turning up the corner of his mouth, and thick white smoke billowed out into the darkness.
He bent down, running his gloved finger across the pale cheek of Allen Walker, as he lay unconscious on the moist earth. The Tease should be working away, those gnashing teeth tearing through the thick muscle of the exorcist’s heart. Tyki could still remember the feeling of it in his hand - so warm. He wiped a strand of silvery hair, white as fresh snow, from Allen’s damp cheek.
“Such a pity,” he mused. “I could grow rather fond of this face.” He traced the markings marring the exorcist’s pretty face. His hand traveled lower, finger brushing gently across the boy’s lips, slightly pink and smeared with blood. Tyki could understand Road’s attraction to the boy. He was beautiful. But it was more than that which attracted the Noah to Allen Walker. Was it his strong will, his fearlessness, or his resolve? Maybe it was a bit of everything? When he had glared at Tyki with those intense eyes, even as the Noah held his beating heart in his palm, something had stirred inside him. His heart had begun to speed up, his eyes held captive by Allen’s spirit.
“I cant…” He murmured, as his hand traveled lower on the unconscious boy. It slid beneath the tattered remains of his black coat, the fabric wet with blood. He spread his palm out across Allan’s chest; his finger’s lingering over where his heartbeat was faintly beating beneath. He could feel the flutter of the creature inside. “I just can’t keep you out of my head, boy.”
He had been thinking about the boy ever since that day on the train, when he had lost to his cheating hand at cards. He had admired the way the boy’s lips curled into such a pleasant smile. He had enjoyed watching those slender fingers slide across the thick paper of the playing deck. He had known Allen was an Exorcist then, and he had looked for him in all the faces of those he had killed for the Earl. He had finally found him.
Tyki bent down, his tongue sliding out to lick a small trickle of blood from the corner of Allen’s mouth. He felt the boy stir, and a moan escaped from the exorcist’s parted lips. The heavy eyelids fluttered open, and Allen struggled to focus his vision.
The exorcist could feel the warmth of the other’s hand playing across his chest. The rough cotton of the Noah’s immaculate gloves explored every bruise, every gash and wound on the boy’s chest. Allen sucked in a sharp breath as he felt Tyki’s fingers sink into a deep cut above the exorcist’s ribs.
“Ho? Still conscious are you?” Tyki laughed, surprised. “I underestimated you, Allen Walker. I guess you can take a bit more before you die?” The Noah pressed his finger’s down against Allen’s chest, the bruised and broken ribs crackling under the intense pressure. Allen let out a scream. “Of course, watching you in pain is very pleasurable for me,” Tyki whispered into the exorcist’s ear.
Allen let out another scream as Tyki clutched the stump of his left arm. “It does hurt, doesn’t it? Losing your arm along with your Innocence… It must have been painful.” Tyki watched the boy’s pretty face twisting in agony and pain. Allen’s eyes were wide, and his teeth ground together as he tried to suppress another scream. His breath was coming out in gasps now. A pool of warm blood was forming under his body, soaking into the soil. Tyki shifted his weight so that he rested on top of Allen’s slender hips. He felt his body respond to having the delicate frame of the smaller boy beneath him. The Noah bent down lower, tongue trailing along the boy’s jaw-line. He nibbled at the tender flesh there, causing Allen to wince.
“Don’t you like it?” He murmured against Allen’s skin. “You know, I’m the Noah of pleasure. I can give you some of that, as well as pain.” He pulled at the remaining buttons on the exorcist’s coat. “You are going to die, boy,” He smirked. “Let me at least send you away with a parting gift?” He wasn’t satisfied simply watching Allen Walker suffer. This boy was special somehow. Tyki knew it, as did the other Noah. He wanted to savor this longer!
“Wh- Why?” Allen gasped, eyes now half lidded. He was weakening and the pain in his chest was almost unbearable. The world was spinning and he would soon slip back into unconsciousness. Tears began to well at the corners of his eyes. Allen struggled to speak, his voice hoarse and cracking under the strain. “Why do you have to be human!” Allan could feel the tears starting to spill over, and run, hot and salty, down his blood stained cheeks. “How can you do this to your fellow man, killing the others like that?!?”
Tyki stiffened, then a laugh beginning to bubble up. His eyes peered down at the boy beneath him, wild with a tinge of something terrifying to Allen. “You really amuse me,” the Noah chuckled. “Worry about your own situation a little more.” He ripped away the fabric of Allen’s clothes, exposing his bare chest and stomach. Then his gloved hands slid lower and he began to work the buckle of the boy’s belt. “You’re about to get fucked, boy!” He smirked, as he slid Allen’s pants down round his slender white thighs. “What will your god think of you then?” he laughed.
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