Nightmare Game

Nightmare Game


A D.Gray-Man Fanfiction


By SisterWicked


Chapter 2 - Waking Dream

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The second time Lavi woke, it was almost as if he'd spent the previous day asleep, caught in some strange and horrifying fever dream. Looking around the room, he noticed two very different things about this awakening. Firstly, he was clean, an unfamiliar white shirt covering him almost to the knees. Secondly, he was free.

Flexing his hands, he felt only the slightest twinge to remind him that the previous day's events had been real. He felt the soft give of a bed beneath him, the thick blankets covering the mattress leaving a cool sensation against his slightly stiff limbs.

Sitting up cautiously, he took in the darkened ambience of his surroundings. Dark colored hangings covered the walls, sweeping down to rest against the deep green carpet of the floor. The overall theme seemed to be black with hints of the same dark emerald in the form of linens and bed-drapes, which were pulled aside and tied with dull silver cord.

Shaking his head, he rose. Upon standing, he noticed that the room had no windows, it's only source of illumination seemed to be a black wrought iron fixture set high into the arched ceiling. He saw a narrow doorway to the side, obviously a bathing chamber, it's entrance covered by more of the night-dark cloth in lieu of a traditional door.

Deciding that there was no need to investigate further, he turned slowly around, alert for any sound that might come through the stone walls. He saw a second door, this one a true exit, it's solid-looking wood carved with curling lines and shapes. Feeling the first stirrings of unease, he strode forward, bringing his closed fist against the wood with a muffled bang.

There was no response from without, and he grabbed the knob in frustration. Wiggling it in annoyance, he blinked in surprise as the latch clicked beneath his fingers. Waiting again for some signal that his actions had been noticed, he cautiously pulled on the silver handle, wincing at the slight creak that accompanied the opening of the portal.

A quick look beyond the open door revealed a straight hallway, it's walls bare but clean. He stepped out, mindful of his half-dressed state as he made his way into the darker passage. His eye widened as he saw only a single doorway at the far end, it's door almost identical to the one he'd just opened.

Walking quietly toward it, he cast a furtive glance behind himself, frowning at the dead end beyond his own doorway. Standing still at the corridor's end, he carefully tugged the handle of the door, noticing that this one made no sound to alert any possible occupants within to his presence.

Opening the door only far enough to look quickly inside, he froze at the sight that met his widening eye.

Tyki Mikk lay in repose atop a large bed, his face turned toward the younger boy as he slept on, oblivious to his uninvited guest's nearness. He wore only a pair of loosefitting black pants, their cut seemingly of either Indian or perhaps Asian design, the boy's mind supplied helpfully. Looking to the side, Lavi saw a table set with an aged silver tea service, the single cup still holding what appeared to be pale liquid.

Beside the scrolled edge of the tray sat several objects that the Exorcist recognized instantly. Among numerous other equally lethal-appearing blades were the two knives that the man had used on his clothing, their silver handles almost glowing in the room's dim lights.

Lavi started forward quickly, taking a tight hold on the nearest one, an almost weightless poniard-style blade. He turned toward the sleeping man, his eye narrowed with silent animosity as he stepped carefully in the direction of his blissfully unaware captor. Reaching the other's bedside, Lavi noticed that his rest was most likely not a pleasant one, his smooth brow knit with some unhappy vision.

Holding his breath, he took in the former Noah's relaxed body, his long limbs sprawled artlessly on top of the plush blue coverlet. His hair fell forward over the marks of his heritage, hiding them from the shaking boy's eye as he willed himself to tighten his hold on the knife in his hand.

He leaned as close as he dared, the older man's breaths forming words that made almost no sound in the room's utter silence. "..Needed you.." His eyes moved erratically behind his tightly closed lids, his eyebrows lowering as he spoke to someone only he could see. "..Just lost..here.. that should help.. make me finally die."

Lavi jerked back, sucking in a startled breath. Tyki Mikk wanted to die? Who did he think would kill him? Could he even be killed, or was he still nearly immortal? Backing away, Lavi jumped in surprise as his back slammed into the edge of the night table, his eye fixed on the man in the bed.

Holding his breath, he watched the former Noah turn onto his back, one hand rubbing tiredly at his face. Opening his eyes, he looked directly at the frozen Exorcist, his lips curving into a slight smile. "What is it, Lovely?" He took in the boy's wary posture, his eyes narrowing at the knife in his hand. "Ah, I see." He said, rising to his elbows.

"That's a good one, but you need to be sure that it goes between the ribs clean, or you'll only nick the blade." He gestured to his chest, resting his fingers slightly beyond the edge of his ribcage. "The best place would be here, and then upward to the left. Even if you miss the heart itself, the bleeding would be sufficient to kill within minutes."

He leaned back against the pillow, his hands dropping to his sides. "Go on, then. I won't stop you, that would require injuring you." Lavi stared at him, his eye wide.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" He said, shaking his head. Flinging the knife away from himself, he clenched his hands. "Do you really want to die, Noah?" He advanced on the calmly watching man, stopping only inches from the bed. "If you wanted someone to walk in here and off you, why didn't you just leave me alone? You could have left me my Innocence and I would have been more than happy to flatten your ass!"

Tyki snorted quietly, raising an eyebrow at the boy's angry retort. "Really, Lovely. You couldn't even manage it with me asleep, with a knife in your hand. Murder simply isn't in you." He sat up, his hand snapping forward to take hold of the redhead's shirt. Dragging him down, he met his gaze squarely. "Would self-defense help you overcome your moral compunctions, Lavi?"

He stretched out his free hand, the gesture somehow bringing the discarded blade from it's place on the floor. He smiled chillingly, extending the hilt toward the boy's still-clenched hand. "Here, I'll see if there's something to your ire." When he refused to accept the preferred weapon, the older man pried open his fingers, tucking the shining metal into his palm and closing his fingers around it. "Tightly, Lovely. If you don't hold on, it slides right through your fingers."

Lavi jerked back, resisting the man's hold. "You've lost your Goddamned mind! Let go!"

Tyki shook his head patiently. "I'm perfectly well. Now, it goes here, remember." He tugged the boy's hand forward, placing the knife's needle-like tip against his skin with enough force to leave a mark. "Then upward and to the left. Don't forget it, I won't repeat myself again."

He released the other's hand, his expression serious. "And as for the need.." He took hold of the Exorcist's waist, ignoring the weapon as he jerked him onto the bed. "I believe the threat of having me take you again should be enough. If you wish to keep yourself untouched, you now have the means to prevent me."

Lavi pulled back, once again allowing the knife to fall from his hands as they rose to press against the man's shoulders. "Don't!"

Tyki shook his head again, retrieving the blade from the dark blue comforter. "You should already know that words have no meaning here. If you want to save yourself, then do so by force, Lovely. Otherwise.." He let the obvious conclusion remain unspoken, returning the knife to the boy's unwilling grip. Smirking silently at the Exorcist's horrified expression, he took a firm hold on his nape, drawing him down even as he lifted himself closer. "You seem to need proof of my intent, Lavi. Perhaps it's best if I explain it to you clearly.."

He leaned in, catching the other's disbelieving protest with his lips. Tightening his grip, he held the struggling redhead still as he lowered his free hand to the side of his waist, pulling the boy roughly up to straddle him. He nipped at the younger boy's lip, using his sharp gasp to gain access to his mouth, his tongue seeking out the other's with deliberate movements.

Lavi growled in furious denial, shoving the man back. "I said no, damn it! I'm not..!" Tyki jerked him back down, pressing their lips together insistently. Ignoring the boy's muffled shout, he sucked on the still-swollen skin of his lip, the hand on his waist moving to his back as he rocked upward against the boy's body. Lavi threw the man's knife to the ground, pushing hard on his upper chest as he struggled.

Tyki merely smiled against his mouth, shifting his attention to the Exorcist's throat as his movements continued. "I told you, Lovely.. If you don't stop me, I'm going to fuck you." He bit down on the boy's shoulder briefly, his hands firm. "It's going to be exactly the same, Lavi. You might not want it, but you'll still be begging for more.."

He licked at the bitemark he'd made, pulling back to smile at the increasingly frantic Exorcist. "I'll be able to watch you this time. I couldn't do anything but listen before, but it sounded as though you enjoyed yourself nevertheless." His smile widened as the boy's face turned an interesting shade of red, then paled to a faintly grayish color at his words. "You did say that you'd like it if I kept you, Lovely. What did you think I'd be keeping you for? Certainly not just conversation, though I'm sure we'll come to that eventually.."

Lavi pushed harder, shaking his head. "I didn't..I didn't mean to!" He spluttered, leaning back to avoid the man's approaching mouth. "Stop doing that! I'm telling you that I'm not going to just sit here and..No!" The last was shouted indignantly as he felt the man's fingers sliding beneath the hem of his shirt, his short nails sending a shiver up the smaller boy's spine. "Damnit, Tyki! Let go of me, I'm not going to stab a lunatic!" The older man froze, his oddly-colored eyes narrowing.

"A lunatic? I think there's been another misunderstanding, Lavi." He pulled the boy's startled face down, meeting his eye directly. "I'm not sure exactly what you would define as a 'lunatic', but I can assure you that I have enough presence of mind to know what I'm about to do to you."

Lavi stared at him in confused horror as his eyes changed from round to slit-pupiled, honey-brown turning to bright gold and back again as the man visibly collected himself. "What you know doesn't matter! I can tell by looking at you that something isn't right with your mind!" He jerked back, averting his face. "I don't know what happened to you, but whatever it was has obviously made you even more of an ass, Noah."

Tyki moved his hand away from the boy's neck, catching his chin and forcing him to turn back. "Stop calling me that," He hissed, his eyes completely yellow. "You play a dangerous game, Lovely. If you believe that your insults will lead me to harm you, you are in for a rather unpleasant surprise." He pulled the Exorcist's face closer, his grip nearing painful as he leveled a serious look at the other male. "If your childish ways anger me, I won't hurt you." He smiled, the expression not reaching his still-catlike eyes. "I'll simply work that much harder at making you say the things I wish you to say."

Lavi shuddered at the man's utter sincerity, his hands shaking against the firmness of his chest as he pushed himself back. "No." He said, trying to pull his face away from the other's hold. "You won't. What you will do is try to make me angry enough to hurt you." He shook his head slowly, closing his eye. "You should have tried this bullshit with Allen, or Yuu. Either one of them would have been happy for the chance to kill you."

He moved a hand from it's place on the older man's chest, reaching back to take hold of his wrist. "You were right, when you said I'd taken a side." He pulled the other's hand away from his skin, moving it to rest at the man's side. "Unfortunately for you, it was the side that doesn't kill crazy people for doing crazy things. If anything, I think I pity you."

Tyki laughed, nodding. "I'm sure that you think so, now." He lifted his hand again, digging his fingers into the boy's hair. "But I think you'll need to save that pity for yourself, Lovely. I meant exactly what I said. If you don't stop me, I'm going to spend the rest of this night making you scream for me." He pushed hard against the boy's head, forcing him down until their mouths met firmly. He felt the Exorcist's lips part in readiness to protest, whether by word or bite he didn't know.

Ignoring the possibility of violence, he held the smaller boy tightly, his tongue chasing the other's with determined patience until the need for air drove him to pull back briefly. "As you pity me for my supposed madness, I find myself pitying your own failings, Lavi." He smiled sadly, his hand still holding the redhead in place as he sighed. "I seriously doubt that this 'side' of yours will do anything to keep me from doing as I please.."

He leaned in, catching the boy's mouth once more, still urging him to respond with teasing nips and licks. Lavi jerked away in frustrated anger, his hands balled into tight fists as he pushed furiously at the man's shoulders. "You can give that shit up already. I'm not going to let you keep doing it, crazy or not."

Tyki smiled at him in amusement, his eyes as close to normal as Lavi supposed they ever were. "You shouldn't be letting me do it at all, Lovely. If I recall, you're neither paralyzed nor bound, you certainly have the means to stop me without resorting to 'stabbing a lunatic', as you so elegantly put it." He took hold of the boy's thigh, his thumb making small circles on the skin as he worked his way upward. "I seem to remember you being more willing, at least as far as your mouth.." He smirked at the boy's frown. "Should I try sucking on your tongue, Lavi? You made a rather interesting sound when I did that before.."

He laughed softly, taking in the other's mortified expression. "Ah, don't be so ashamed, Lovely! After all, it isn't as if you chose to enjoy the things I did, except for asking me to make you come." His hands moved steadily higher, his gradual progress seemingly unnoticed by the glaring Exorcist. "You should do something about that hand, Lavi.. It makes me think that you want me to touch you."

The boy glanced down, finally aware of the man's roaming appendage. Jumping in surprise, he quickly seized his wrist, halting his movements. "Whatever, Noah. I'm getting up now, so you may as well go back to..!" Tyki snatched his hand back, once again taking hold of the redhead's shirt.

"I told you once, stop - calling - me - that. Setting aside your forgetfulness, I think I should dispense with the formalities and get straight to the point. Unless you've suddenly decided that you want this, it would be wise to make use of whatever means you have to prove your unwillingness, Lovely." Without another word, he pulled the Exorcist firmly against him, his arms wrapping tightly around the squirming boy's hips as he latched onto his throat. Holding the smaller male's body close, he resumed his slow rocking, his teeth and lips leaving a trail of bright red marks in their wake.

Lavi shoved at him roughly, his struggles intensifying as the man's mouth shifted to follow the collar of his shirt. Unable to break the other's grip on his waist, he arched back sharply, moving away from the older man's assault on his neck. His eyed widened at the feeling of the man's obvious arousal against his rear, a strangled yell of denial passing his clenched teeth as he fought to rise to his knees. "Let go! I don't want you, dammit!"

Tyki ignored his tirade, his teeth catching the shirt's top edge. Jerking his head, he popped the first few buttons through their holes, nudging aside the cloth to lap at the Exorcist's chest. Lavi tried to lean back even further, but again the sensation of the man's erection against him forced an unwilling jump forward. The older man hummed approvingly, speaking against the boy's skin. "I remember you moving like that before, Lovely.. Though it felt much better when I was inside of you. Should I hurry things along, since you can't seem to stop doing things that make me want you?"

He kept one arm tight about the boy's waist, the other sliding up the back of his half-undone shirt to press between his shoulderblades. Holding him steady, he tugged at the material again, all but the last two buttons leaving their holes. He smiled at the Exorcist's outraged yells, pushing the shirt open to catch sight of one dark nipple. Leaning in, he drew his tongue over the soft skin, sucking lightly as the younger boy's voice broke off with a gasp.

His lips worked against the hardening nub eagerly, a satisfied hum sending a shock of tingling pleasure up the redhead's arched back. He pulled away, glancing quickly up at the other's wide eye. Taking note of his captive's unwilling shiver, he brought his mouth to the other side, repeating his teasing licks even as his lowered his hand to press the boy's hips forward. Lavi stiffened, his legs shaking as he felt the older man's hardness against him.

"No. I'm not.. I don't..!" He shook his head rapidly, trying to push away from the man's body. "Tyki, stop! I can't let you do this, don't you understand that? I won't let you use me to kill yourself!" He took hold of the older man's shoulders, forcing his head away with a rough shake. "I'm sorry for whatever happened to you, but you were the ones that decided to start the killing! Nothing you do is going to change the fact that those people are gone, Tyki." He stared at the man's surprised face, unsure of what reaction his words might provoke. "Just.. Stop this. Come to the Order with me, maybe there's something they can do to fix.. whatever's wrong with you." He flushed, swallowing heavily. "I won't tell anyone about.." He looked away, closing his eye. "They won't know what you did. You're as human as we are, aren't you? They'll help you if they can, so please.."

Tyki stared at him in open disbelief, his eyes narrowing more with every word he spoke. When he finished, the older man snorted rudely. "Gods, you lot are something else. Did you learn such idiocy at that old man's knee, Lavi?" He shook his head, his expression faintly disgusted. "I think I liked you better when you were angry, Lovely. Do you really think that I would plead with your twice-damned Order for mercy? I had thought you were smarter than that." He leaned close, studying the boy's pale face. "The only thing your Order could do for me is vanish. I have no need of healing, and I believe that the best medicine for what ails me is to do what I brought you here to do."

He yanked the boy down, halting any reply he may have made with his mouth. He used his hold to roll the other onto his back, his hand leaving it's place to catch the Exorcist's wrists tightly. Ignoring his stifled cry, he settled as close as he could manage, his mouth leaving the other's in favor of his nearly-bare chest. He felt the boy's panicked movements, his hips pressing against the former Noah's as he attempted to kick. Tyki moaned sharply, rocking forward into the contact. "I can't believe how good you feel, Lovely. Even like this, you make me want you so much that it hurts."

Lavi stilled instantly, shaking his head. "Stop! I don't want to do this, you don't.. God!" He jerked at his pinned wrists, his feet sliding uselessly against the blanket as he tried to push himself up. "Let go! Why did you untie me if you were just going to hold me down? Get off!" The older man lifted his head, raising an eyebrow at his question.

"What would be the point of keeping you bound, Lovely? You may have noticed that there's no way out. Could you have slept if you were tied? I thought you might need some amount of comfort, and as for holding you down.." He shook his head, amused. "Would you feel better if you weren't being completely forced? I should think it would be less shameful to you if I did this without giving you a choice."

He laughed at the boy's expression, abruptly releasing his trapped hands. "As you will, then. I doubt it will help you, but please, feel free to do as you like, Lavi. Would you like me to get you anything? I told you to hold on tightly, but you just can't seem to manage it." He slid one hand beneath the Exorcist's neck, the other dropping to his waist. "I may be nearly human, but I'm still far stronger than you.. You'll need to do something rather drastic to get away from me, Lovely." He leaned down, tipping the boy's face upward to meet him.

"Don't look at me like that, you already know that this won't hurt.." He murmured, pressing their mouths together. Feeling the other tense sharply, he kept his hands firm, his lips gentle but insistent. "You still need instruction," He said, his breath moist on the redhead's face. "I thought you'd learned something before, but I suppose your memory is not so good after all." He repeated his kiss, urging the boy's mouth to open. Lavi closed his eye, breathing through his nose shakily.

Ignoring the voice that screamed at him to at least bite the man, he let his jaw relax, allowing the other to deepen the contact with a quiet sigh. The feeling of his captor's teeth on his skin sent a chill through his body, his quick gasp giving the older man the opening he sought. He could faintly taste the tea he'd seen in the cup, the flavor strangely sweet in his mouth as the man's tongue stroked over his own. Thinking hard, he decided that there was something he could do, even though the logic rang false to his normally quick mind.

The older man seemed to take great enjoyment in forcing a response from his prey, his struggles and protests serving only to encourage his attempts. It occurred to the Exorcist that perhaps a lack of either action may deter the man, if he truly sought to take the other by force.

Firming his resolve, Lavi ceased his resistance completely, his hands winding into the man's thick hair as he returned his kiss. Feeling the other's surprised jerk, he raised his knees, lifting his hips to press against the older man's body with deliberate slowness. Tyki's movements faltered momentarily, his finger's tightening on the boy's neck and hip.

Lavi allowed himself a heartbeat's worth of satisfaction at his hesitation, his lips curving slightly as the man pulled back to meet his falsely innocent gaze. The smile froze in place at the first glimpse of the taller man's wide eyes, the expression on his face sending a crushing feeling of guilt through the Exorcist's chest when the man abruptly looked away. "Tyki..?" He said, turning his head to look up at the other in rising trepidation. "What.."

The older man stared back at him silently, shaking his head. He blinked, his eyes no longer the same eerie yellow when they reopened. He seemed to be thinking, his brow slightly furrowed as he continued to pin the boy with his eyes. After several long seconds of silence, he sighed, his hands moving from their places until he was holding the Exorcist's face in his palms. "Well played, Lovely." He said, lowering his head to kiss the startled boy.

Lavi gasped, expecting a harsh rebuke of some sort. The man's lips were disturbingly gentle, his tongue's strokes almost pleading for a response as he resumed his slow movements against the boy's body.

Shaking with expectant adrenaline, Lavi returned his unnervingly desperate kiss, his fingers still buried in the oddly soft hair at the back of the other's head. He felt the older man's left hand leave his face, inwardly bracing himself for whatever unpleasantness was sure to follow. He flinched in surprise when the man stroked his hip, his fingers sliding down to pull the boy's body closer with a soft moan. His breath caught as the former Noah rose to his elbow, his eye opening dazedly to take in the man's almost pained expression.

"You should have fought, Lavi." He said, his voice low. "I think the knife would be less painful, but the result is the same." His lips curled into a mocking smile as he shook his head. "I suppose it's just as well, however. Did you think I would lose interest in a willing partner?" He laughed, the sound matching the smirk he directed at himself.

"Your logic is flawed, Lovely. I used whatever means I could to obtain your consent, but in the end it was only a matter of time before you gave me what I wanted." He leaned back down, his lips brushing against the other's as he spoke. "The only thing you've accomplished is to deepen my desire to make you mine." He swallowed the Exorcist's questioning noise, his touches still frighteningly gentle as he pressed closer to the boy's shivering body. "If this is how you want it to be, then who am I to deny you?"

Lavi choked back an unwilling moan at the feeling of the man's hands on his skin, averting his face. "I don't want it at all," He said, biting his lip. "Even if you act differently, I know what you're really doing. It doesn't mean anything, not to either of us." He turned back, meeting the older man's stare. "You should have tried lying from the start, Tyki. Maybe then I would have believed you, and you could have used my stupidity to hurt me a lot more than you could have by using force." The man raised an eyebrow, his lips still faintly smiling.

"What if I did lie? Perhaps this is what I wanted all along, Lovely. I could have wanted you for myself, and only told you that it was to avenge my siblings in case you rejected me." Lavi frowned at him, his eye narrowed.

"Don't even try it. You don't even know what it's like to want someone like that. If you did, you wouldn't have been killing people all this time." The man laughed quietly, shaking his head.

"I suppose it can't be helped. Perhaps after this, I'll give you a history lesson." Lavi blinked at him in confusion, raising an eyebrow. Seeing his expression, the former Noah laughed again. "I wasn't always a servant of the Earl, Lovely. All of us were just people, once."

He leaned down suddenly, facing the boy from only inches away. "No matter what you may believe, I too was once a man like any other. As for knowing what it is to want someone.." He paused, smiling at the Exorcist's swiftly indrawn breath. "I'll let you decide for yourself whether I want you or not, Lavi."

Before the younger boy could reply, Tyki crossed the small distance between them, his lips covering the other's quiet hum of surprise. He felt the redhead's fingers tighten against his neck, his hold on the man seemingly forgotten during their short discussion. He kept his own motions unhurried, noticing that the boy had yet to loosen the slight grip that his still-bent knees had on the man's sides.

Shifting his weight slowly, he used the other's momentary distraction to pull the edges of his shirt away, freeing the tenuous hold of the remaining buttons. His hand slid easily beneath the curve of the boy's hip, lifting him closer as he murmured softly against his lips. "You should be fighting, Lovely.. Or do you still believe that I don't want you?"

Lavi jerked back, his eye widening. "No! I believe you, so you don't have to..!" Tyki sighed, lowering his face into the Exorcist's neck.

"Of course I don't have to, Lavi. I don't have to do anything. After your short attempt at cleverness, I rather think I'd like to try convincing you to do it again. Perhaps I will lose interest if you're willing." The smile in his tone matched the one on his face, his breath tickling the boy's skin. "Though I doubt that would be the case. As surprising as it may seem, I find myself wanting to have you like that in earnest. I wonder why it was better, even if it was only a lie."

He sucked on the junction of his throat and jaw, catching the faint gasp that his efforts produced. "You seem unnerved by that, Lovely. Are you frightened by gentle handling? I can be more demanding, if your conscience troubles you.." Lavi flinched, remembering the harsh sensations from before.

"Don't! It's still the..same.." He faltered, shaking his head to clear his mind. "I don't care how good of a liar you are! Being like this is no different than before, I still don't want you!"

Tyki laughed at his shaken voice, rocking against him more firmly. "Really? Your body says otherwise, do you think I can't feel you?" He lifted the boy's hips still higher, his hand moving to the small of his back. "Is that why you're frightened, because you like the way it feels? How strange that I haven't really done anything to force you, yet you're already so hot.." He stilled his movements, thoroughly enjoying the other's silent shivers.

"Should I find something to tie you down, Lavi? I'm sure I have something that will do.." He turned, catching sight of the bound curtains. "Would that satisfy your conscience?" He nodded in the direction of the short cord. "I could get it, if you'd be so kind as to let go of my hair." The younger boy gasped, shaking his hands free.

"I wasn't...I didn't mean to do that!" He averted his face, scowling fiercely at the older man's quiet laugh. "Stop playing with me! You know that I don't want you, no matter how it feels! I only did that because I thought it would make you stop!"

Tyki moved to face him, his eyes narrowed. "You thought that I wanted to make you respond, Lovely? You should have known better than to tease me with your willingness, no matter how false. The only thing I want is to have you, willing or no." He shifted his hips, reminding the boy of his truthfulness. "If it's all the same to you, I need only be concerned for myself. Having you like this pleases me, so you should be glad of my willingness to be gentle!"

He gripped the Exorcist's chin, pulling his head back to face him. "Do you want me to force you? As good as this is, I enjoyed the way you resisted me as well. I will have you, Lovely. The only choice I give you is how."

Lavi drew back, his face panicked at the man's tightening grip. His teeth pressed harshly against the inside of his cheek, threatening to break the skin as he shook his head faintly. "You're hurting me," He whispered, his voice strained. "Please let go."

The older man blinked, releasing his hold as if burned. Taking a breath, he closed his eyes briefly. "Make your choice, Lavi. I've already made mine." He lowered his head, avoiding the redhead's gaze as he took hold of his naked hips. "The night wears on, and I have no more patience for games."

He bit down on the skin of the boy's shoulder, jerking his body up to press against him. Hearing the Exorcist's sharp whine, he resumed his steady rocking, his already loose pants sliding low on his hips. He freed one hand, shoving them down roughly over his legs, kicking them off the edge of the bed in annoyance. Ignoring the boy's choked protest, he stretched his hand in the direction of his night table, his eyes narrowing in concentration. There was an oddly hollow sound, and a small bottle appeared in his palm, the glass warm to the touch for no discernable reason.

Keeping a firm hold on the other's hip, he worked the container open, tilting it to pour the liquid into his cupped palm. He reclosed the stopper, sighing when Lavi dug his feet into the blankets, struggling to push himself away from the man's slickened hand. "Stop! I don't want it! I told you that it hurts! Dammit, everything you say is a lie!"

Tyki shook his head, his fingers still sliding over the shaking boy's skin deliberately. "I only told you one lie, and I admitted to it freely, Lavi. Everything else was true, even when I offered to set you free. Are you tied? You should be more concerned with your own honesty, since I never pretended that I didn't intend to take you!"

Lavi froze, shaking his head frantically. "I didn't mean it! Tyki, wait, I'm sorry! I thought you wouldn't want it, I didn't mean to make you hurt! Stop!" He jerked backward, pushing on the older man's shoulders for leverage. "Please don't do this anymore! Something's wrong with you, you aren't responsible! Let go!"

The man moved forward, following him up the bed until the headboard prevented his retreat. "I told you that you'd have to take care of yourself, Lavi. Whether you believe me to be mad or sane is your decision, and neither one will prevent me from taking you. I'll only ask you once more, do you want me to force you completely, or do you want to try something else? Answer me!"

Lavi shook his head, his pulse pounding in his ears. "I can't! Either way you do it, it's wrong! You keep saying don't be afraid, you won't hurt me, but it does! Even when you thought I wanted it, it hurt you! You looked at me like I really had stabbed you!" He closed his eye tightly, pressing hard against the wood behind him. "Aren't you tired of everybody hurting? You aren't helping yourself, you just keep making it worse!"

The man slammed his free hand against the headboard, narrowly missing the Exorcist. "Stop doing that!" He spat, leaning close to the boy's face. "What you did was nothing! I never asked you to be careful of me, Lovely. I told you that I wanted you willing, but what I did to you before was just as good! Just hearing you say yes then was enough to satisfy me, I didn't even bother to wonder how you would be if you wanted it for yourself!"

He shoved his hand behind the boy's neck, pulling him forward. "I can forget that it ever happened, Lavi. The only thing I can't forget is how good you feel. I don't care if you want it, that doesn't stop you from feeling, does it?" Lavi shook his head, the rapid pounding of his heart making him lightheaded.

"You don't have to worry about that! I did exactly what you said I would, damn you! If you can't see that you've already won, you really are crazy! Isn't it enough that I wanted it? I still do, and I hate it!" He slapped his hands over his mouth, biting down on his still-tender lip in mortification. Tyki grabbed his wrists, forcing his hands away.

"Oh, no you don't, Lavi. You say the most interesting things when you're angry, don't you? That's all I needed to hear, so don't worry about the rest of your argument." He leaned in, covering the Exorcist's mouth with his own. Releasing his wrist, he slid back down the bed, pulling the squirming redhead with him. Reaching between them, he stroked the boy's entrance carefully, spreading the still-present oil over his skin before pressing his finger inward.

Lavi gasped against his mouth, his eye wide at the sudden intrusion. The older man pushed forward inexorably, adding a second finger with the same care as the first. He sought out the boy's tongue with his own, curling his fingers insistently within his body until he moaned brokenly into their kiss, his back arching away from the bed. Repeating his movements, Tyki pulled back only far enough to breathe. "Say it again, Lovely. Tell me what you hate."

Lavi shook his head, grabbing desperately at the comforter. "Don't do that," He panted, his eye tightly closed. "I don't want to..Oh God..!" His hands twisted roughly against the soft cloth, his fingers aching with the ferocity of his grip. "Please don't do that, it's.." Tyki laughed softly, licking at his throat.

"It's what, Lovely? You're shaking so hard, is it because it feels good?" He pressed harder, sucking on the boy's pulsepoint. "I think it makes you want to come, but you don't want it like that.. You want something else, don't you?"

Lavi nodded, averting his face. "Just..stop doing that.. It almost hurts, I don't want you to..Tyki!" He gasped, jerking back from the man's touch. "Don't!" The older man laughed again, carefully withdrawing his fingers.

"As you wish, then. If you've had enough of that, I can certainly think of something better.." He retrieved the discarded container, collecting more of the warm liquid in his hand. "I hope your conscience will let you enjoy yourself, Lovely. As badly as I want you, I'm not sure how much time I'll be able to spend convincing you." He spread the oil onto himself, mildly surprised at the unsteadiness of his hand.

Lavi shook his head, his hands still fisted tightly into the blankets. "It doesn't matter," He growled, not meeting the man's eyes. "If I do, it's only because you know what you're doing." He took a breath, bracing himself as the older man leaned close.

"That may be so, Lavi, but I don't think you're as reluctant as you'd like me to believe." He pushed the Exorcist's knees up, moving forward until he felt the boy's opening against him. Lowering his head, he caught the other's tremulous sigh with his lips, pressing into him with a quiet moan. Lavi stiffened fearfully, the sharp burning sensation wringing a pained whine from his throat.

Tyki shushed him softly, his mouth still touching the other's as he rocked slowly forward. "Relax, Lovely. You're still so Goddamned tight.." He pulled back, urging the boy's legs higher. "Tell me if this is better.." He moved again, sliding deeper into the Exorcist's shaking body. "God, Lavi.. Is it still so bad?" Lavi nodded jerkily, his eye squeezed tightly closed.

The man forced himself to wait, ignoring the urge to slam into his silently gasping partner. Pressing their mouths together, he urged the younger boy to relax, adjusting his hold on the other's hips until he felt the Exorcist's choked cry against his skin. He smiled briefly at the noise, rocking against the place he'd found. "That's better, isn't it?" He murmured, lifting his head. "That's what you were afraid of, because you knew it would feel too good to keep lying.. It's different like this, isn't it Lovely?"

He hummed in satisfaction when the boy nodded reluctantly, reaching down to pull one hand away from it's deathgrip on his blankets. "Let go, Lavi. You're going to want something to hold on to, but not just yet.." He drew the Exorcist's arm up, placing it lightly on his shoulder. "Do you want it like this, without the ropes and the yelling?" The younger boy looked away, his fingers tightening on the man's skin as he gasped out a weak affirmative.

Tyki smiled, amused at the boy's refusal to meet his eyes. "Don't be like that.. It isn't only your wish that makes it so, Lovely. I had thought to try this long before your attempt at deterring me. I was seeking to gain your consent, after all."

Lavi winced, still feeling a pang of guilt at the man's casual reference to his failed deception. The older man took his expression for one of discomfort, frowning briefly as he shifted the Exorcist's body. "Don't be afraid to move, Lavi. If you need to express your displeasure, do so. Scratches and bruises heal, they don't concern me in the least." He lifted the boy's other hand, resting it on his unoccupied shoulder. "Show me what you feel, Lovely." He resumed his movements, ignoring the sudden pressure on his skin as the redhead's hands tightened.

He allowed himself a moment of freedom, biting down on the other's throat with a hiss. Lavi jumped in response, his eye opening in surprise when the older man shivered.

Biting his lip, he lifted himself hesitantly, his motions sending a rush of dizzying pleasure up his spine. He repeated the action, his shoulders pressing into the mattress for leverage as he tightened his knees against the man's sides with a muffled whine. Tyki sucked on the skin he'd bitten, his hands moving beneath the Exorcist's lifted hips to support him as he quickened his own thrusts. The boy's pulse jumped against his mouth, his ragged cries lending a sudden urgency to the man's already stilted control.

"Please, I..I want..!" He shook his head, his short nails pressing against the other's skin as he struggled to collect his thoughts into something resembling order. "Why are you shaking like that? What's..?" Tyki cut him off with an impatient growl, lifting his mouth away from his throat to reply.

"I told you before we started, didn't I? I want you far too much to be patient, Lovely. I don't want to hurt you, but when you move like that, I want to be far less careful." He emphasized his words with a sharp jerk on the other's hips, his meaning plain. "I may not be able to control myself, Lavi. I need this, whether you want it or not."

Lavi arched against him, his hands clenched tightly on the sweat-slickened skin of his back. "Don't do that.." He hissed, ignoring what sense he had left. "Don't use me to hurt yourself, dammit! You know I want it! You made me say it!" He lifted his knees, hooking his ankles behind the man's hips. "You made me want you, so stop playing games and acting like it makes any difference!" He glared up at the older man, using his hands to jerk him down until they were almost nose to nose. "How doesn't matter, does it? You left that up to me!"

He held the man's slightly startled gaze, rocking his hips. "You asked, I answered. From here, it feels to me like you have exactly what you needed so damned much!" He laughed humorlessly, closing his eye. "What else did you need, Tyki? Even if I didn't like it, I still said I wanted it. Was there anything besides that?" He drew in a quick breath, trying to calm his sudden rage. "I'm through trying to make any sense of you. Just get it over with."

The older man stared back at him, his eyes narrowing. "Is that what you want, Lavi? You want me to get on with it?"

The boy snorted indelicately, refusing to look away. "You already told me that what I want doesn't matter. This is about you, Tyki, what you want. You said you wanted to fuck me, so stop pretending that I have a choice and do it!"

The man's eyes abruptly changed, the pupils contracting to hair-thin slits. "Yes," He hissed, his fingers digging into the other's hips with bruising force. "That's exactly what I said, isn't it? I said I was going to fuck you, and you were going to love it. I shouldn't have worried about that, because I can feel how much you want it, Lovely. Before you let your temper get the better of you, I'll bet you were going to tell me to stop being so damned careful, weren't you?"

Lavi glared at him, his gaze unflinching even as the older man's hips snapped forward. "At least you aren't stupid, too." He arched his back, his legs still tight around the other's waist. "Do I still need to ask you, Tyki?"

The former Noah bent his head, biting the Exorcist's already-marked throat with a quiet laugh. "Yes."

The boy shook his head, amused despite his still-present anger. He released the older man's back, sinking his fingers into the damp mass of his hair before pulling his head up. Ignoring the feral coloring of his eyes, he sighed. "Harder, please?"

Tyki nodded, pressing a hand against his back. "Hold on tight, Lovely. I don't think this is going to take very long." He leaned in, catching the other's mouth possessively as he drove into him with barely-contained desperation. Feeling the boy's equally urgent response, he hummed appreciatively against his lips, his teeth closing on the tip of his tongue. The slight taste of his own blood was maddening, but even that small pain was enough to satisfy his thirst for violence.

Lavi whimpered questioningly, the sound muffled as he licked slowly over the man's lower lip. Tyki shook his head minutely, moving as if to pull back before the younger boy could catch the tang of copper on his breath. Feeling the other's fingers tighten stubbornly, he swallowed, hoping that the Exorcist would be too far gone in his passion to notice what bit of flavor remained.

He allowed the boy to continue, opening his mouth to return the hesitant gesture. Lavi hummed in confusion, his nose wrinkling slightly as he took a breath. "Stop doing that," He panted, frowning. "Or I'll bite you myself."

Tyki ignored his irritation, leaning back in. "Will you? How utterly frightening.." He tipped his head, baring his throat. "If it pleases you, then by all means."

Lavi scowled at his condescending tone, raising his head to press a sharp nip the skin of his neck. "Don't tease," He hissed, digging his heels into the man's back. "You picked the wrong one for that sort of thing." His voice shook noticeably, his movements faltering as he gasped. "Tyki..! Oh, God, please!"

The older man nodded in reply, changing his pace to match the other's rising cries. "I know, Lavi. Do you want it now? You feel so close, is it really that good?"

A pleading moan was the best the boy could manage, his blunt nails pressed into the skin of the man's nape as he nodded. Tyki growled against his throat at the sting, his own voice rasping with need. "Then come, Lovely. Come for me, if you want it so much." He held the boy's hips tightly, adjusting his angle until the Exorcist arched almost painfully upward, his hands clenching on the older man's skin as he screamed his name, the stone walls echoing it back in a distorted chorus that nearly drowned out the man's own ragged cry of release.

He braced his shaking arms, catching himself before he could collapse on top of the redhead's smaller form. He rested his head against the boy's heaving chest, struggling to regain his breath. "God, Lavi.. Did I hurt you?"

The younger boy shook his head, jerking his hands away from the older man's broken skin. "You're bleeding! I didn't mean to do that, I'm so sorry!" Tyki laughed tiredly, lifting his head.

"It's all right, Lovely, they're only scratches. I didn't even feel you do it, it's nothing. Why did you try so hard to make me angry? You couldn't have meant all of that, or you wouldn't still be holding on so tight.."

The boy averted his face, releasing the man's body. "I don't even know," He mumbled, his eye closed in embarrassment. "It just made me so mad, because you were doing it all for nothing." He sighed quietly, sliding back with a wince. "Why would you want something like that if you didn't even like it? For that matter, why are you so determined not to hurt me, if you want someone to take the place of who you lost? I know they suffered, why would you not want to make me feel like that too?" He wiped his face discreetly, feigning tiredness to hide the motion. "Is that the point, to make me lose my mind while I try to work it out?"

He drew up his knees, ignoring his discomfort. "Tyki, I burned your 'sister' alive! What use could you possibly have to do this? Even when I don't want it, you still make sure that it's good! I hate myself for wanting you, enough to keep me from ever telling a soul! But that isn't nearly as bad as what Rhode must have felt, why are you keeping me here if I'm not going crazy or suffering?"

The older man regarded him silently, waiting for him to look up. "Do you regret it, Lavi? Would you have stopped it, done something else if you could?" The boy looked away, his eye closed tight.

"No one should have had to die! Akuma were one thing, but even your family had some pieces that were human, didn't they? How the hell could you love each other and then just take people's lives? Dammit, none of that should have happened!" He yelled the last into his knees, his hands drawn into shaking fists.

Tyki sighed, rising from the bed. Walking to his bath chamber, he took a cloth and soaked it in warm water, cleaning himself briskly. Rinsing it well, he returned to the bed, urging the younger boy to raise his head. "Use this," He said, offering the washcloth to the still frowning Exorcist. "I'll get you a clean shirt, take that one off." He took the garment, dropping it into the clothes hamper before retrieving another, holding it out for the shivering boy to put on.

As Lavi carefully buttoned the shirt, the older man pulled the comforter back, waiting for him to turn back around. "I told you, I'm sure we'll spend time talking, Lovely. Right now is not the time for that, it's likely nearing dawn." He raised an eyebrow as the boy stepped back. "Where are you going? Do you honestly think I'd let you out of my sight after this? Come here." He indicated the unmade bed, waiting expectantly as the redhead approached slowly.

Urging him onto the mattress, he gestured tiredly at the room's light, plunging the room into pitch darkness. He moved carefully under the blankets, seeking out the boy's silent form. He pulled him firmly into the center of the bed, sinking down beside him with a quiet sigh. "Sleep, Lovely. Nothing will harm you here, including myself. Tomorrow, we'll talk." The Exorcit nodded slowly, allowing the man to settle against his back.

For a long time, there was no sound save breathing, and Lavi took almost no time to think before willing himself to rest, his questions following him into dreams of golden blood and melted candles.

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Well, that's number two, such as it is. Anyone still wanting more of this? Drop in and review. Or IM. Something. Lol, I have several things going, so I don't want to waste time writing a fic that no one wants to read ^_^