Pleasure and Pain

Chapter 2: Black


Tyki tipped off his hat, placing it on the ground near Allen’s head. He ran his fingers through his own shadowy hair, sweeping the wayward strands away from his dusky skin. Such a contrast from the boy beneath him, with the exorcists silver locks and pale flesh. It was like day and night, light and shadow.

He pulled the cigarette from between his teeth. It’s constant shifting from mouth to hand as he “played” with the boy was becoming troublesome. With a final drag, he sucked in, filling his lungs with it. He enjoyed smoking, liked having something to press between his lips and occupy his fingers with. He enjoyed the sensation of the harshness of the smoke as it rushed past his throat and flooded into his chest. But, the thing he liked most about smoking, was watching it billowing back out. It was pleasurable the way it twirled and snaked out from his mouth. He would always contemplate the shapes it made as it rose up in the air, dissipating above and vanishing from existence. He exhaled, blowing the smoke across the naked chest of the exorcist, and marveled at how it rolled along the smooth skin of the other, as if it was caressing and loving the taught flesh of the boy.

Allen coughed as the smoke invaded his lungs. The scent of tobacco was making his eyes water, and his throat burn. The breath of the older man tickled as it played across his bare skin, and the exorcist couldn’t bite back the scream that escaped as he felt the red-hot ember’s enter a raw gash in his side. The sizzle of his flesh, and the scorching pain made his head reel and his breathing become ragged as the cigarette end was smashed into his skin, the paper tube crumpling under the pressure as it was extinguished.

Tyki watched the boy as he screamed, his horse cry echoing against the trees. Seeing the exorcist gasping for breath, and writhing beneath him in agony was truly enchanting. He licked his suddenly dry lips, and bent down once again, the ends of his formal coat brushing against Allen’s bare thighs. One hand began hastily working the buckle of his own belt, while the other began to trace the lines of the exorcist’s lithe chest, dragging his gloved fingertips across the rosy nubs of the boy’s nipples and rolling the tiny pebbles between his merciless digits. Allen shivered, eyes immediately going wide, and a faint blush tinted his fair cheeks. “Your body seems to like that, boy.” Tyki mused. Despite almost fainting from the pain, the exorcist’s slender frame was still responding to the older man’s touch.

Allen’s brow furrowed, confusion and anger swimming in those flashing depths as his gasps began to change from those of pain. Tyki chuckled. He liked that look on the exorcist. His hand moved up, grasping the boy’s delicate chin and jerking his face to meet his. The Noah captured Allen’s lips in a crushing kiss. He could taste the metallic tinge of blood in the soft wet warmth of the exorcist’s mouth. Allen tried to tear his bruised lips from the older man, but the steel grip of the Noah kept him held firm under the onslaught.

Allen tried to move, tried to struggle, but could not. He was too badly injured, and the pain in his heart was overwhelming. His remaining hand was in tatters, and lay limply at his side. He hadn’t the strength left to fight. The exorcist was defeated, and he knew it.

Feeling the exorcist’s body go limp beneath him, Tyki pushed his tongue past Allen’s now pliable lips, and continued to mercilessly plunder the younger man’s mouth. He wound his fingers through Allen’s hair, tugging on the silver strands and forcing the other’s head back as he released the exorcist’s mouth from his own. “That good.” He whispered into the other’s ear as he gently pulled on the soft lobe with his teeth. He could feel Allen’s body tremor, and smirked as he watched the flesh between the exorcist’s legs begin to rise. “Want more do you?” He murmured. He moved a gloved hand to the stiffening flesh of the boy’s arousal. The cotton wrapped fingertips absorbed the small bead of moisture that had formed on its blushing tip.

Allen gasped as he felt the Tyki’s hand sliding across his body, and choked back a cry as those fingers began to stroke him. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, and forced his eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation. Why was his body betraying him? Why was he responding to the other man’s caress?

“Look how honest your body is, boy?” Tyki began to speed up his strokes, causing Allen’s hips to involuntarily buck beneath the Noah’s hand. “See how much it likes it?” he teased. The Noah’s own erection was becoming painful as it strained against his trousers. The heavy metal of his loosened buckle weighing down on it was maddening. However, he knew that he wanted this to last a bit longer. So instead of immediately relieving himself inside the boy, he would bide his time, and enjoy the sweetest torture of all- pleasure.