Pleasure and Pain
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Adult ++
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6
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White
Chapter 4: White
Allen could feel the trickle of something warm leaking out of him. His own body was battered and damaged beyond repair. He could feel the blood spilling from his heart, where the Tease had eaten through the thick muscled walls. It was slowing, and the light was beginning to fade from his eyes. His body would no longer move and his breathing was becoming shallow. He could hear the rustle of fabric as Tyki straightened out his clothes, and the clang of metal as he refastened his belt. The exorcist knew he was dying. He only hoped that no one from the Order would find him, with his corpse in this state, the obviousness of his humiliation still cooling across his bloodied skin. The light was gone, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Tyki picked up the glove still folded on top of his hat. Sliding his long fingers, now as pale as Allen’s, into their crisp white sheath. He placed his hat back atop his head, blotting the remnants of perspiration from his cheeks. He could feel the darkness receding, the dusky tinge of his Noah skin was slowly transforming to its human shade. He stopped, and gazed down at the boy’s prone form, bloody and broken.
Allen’s pants were still pulled around his smooth thighs, and his shirt still spread open to reveal his bare and battered chest. Tyki knelt down, gingerly tugging up the fabric of Allen’s pants, and closing the tattered remnants of his shirt. Since he was now in “White”, that carnal desire for pain and base animal need for pleasure was lessened and replaced with something a little more human. The madness of his “Black” mode was fading from his countenance, and he felt regret at the loss of Allen Walker.
The boy was truly fascinating to Tyki. He had enjoyed the feel of him and the pleasure he had felt inside the boy had been extraordinary. Yet, more than lust, he felt a respect for the exorcist. He was a worthy opponent for the Noah. Tyki pressed his hot lips one last time against those of the exorcist. “That was fun, boy. It’s a shame we can’t do it again,” he whispered as he slowly stood, a light frown furrowing his brow. He was more troubled by this than he would like.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. It was something he had overlooked earlier in his haste to make the exorcist his. The crisp edges of the playing deck he had given the boy that day on the train were peaking out from within the tattered folds of Allen’s coat. He reached down, pulling the cards out, and ran his gloved fingers across the intricate ink pattern adorning the back. So, he had kept them… and, so close to his heart? Tyki’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. He wasn’t fond of this sort of feeling, he would rather not think about it. He let the cards slip from his hand, scattering across the body of Allen Walker, and surrounding him in a halo of printed-paper. He was in no mood for cards now.
Tyki Mikk turned, slowly vanishing into the darkness of the trees as he fingered the silver button he had plucked from the exorcist’s coat earlier. He slid it between his fingers, gazing down at the engraving of the boy’s name. He would keep this bit of silver for himself. “Allen Walker,” he whispered against the silver button as he brought it to his lips. Surely a name he wouldn’t soon forget. He slipped the trinket back into his coat pocket and disappeared into the shadows, leaving the exorcist lying amongst a tribute of playing cards.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short. I decided to continue on with the fic, instead of ending it here, so I wanted to save what happens next for the next chapter. I hope you all like this story. Its my FAV pairing in DGM. Tyki is so hot!
Allen could feel the trickle of something warm leaking out of him. His own body was battered and damaged beyond repair. He could feel the blood spilling from his heart, where the Tease had eaten through the thick muscled walls. It was slowing, and the light was beginning to fade from his eyes. His body would no longer move and his breathing was becoming shallow. He could hear the rustle of fabric as Tyki straightened out his clothes, and the clang of metal as he refastened his belt. The exorcist knew he was dying. He only hoped that no one from the Order would find him, with his corpse in this state, the obviousness of his humiliation still cooling across his bloodied skin. The light was gone, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
Tyki picked up the glove still folded on top of his hat. Sliding his long fingers, now as pale as Allen’s, into their crisp white sheath. He placed his hat back atop his head, blotting the remnants of perspiration from his cheeks. He could feel the darkness receding, the dusky tinge of his Noah skin was slowly transforming to its human shade. He stopped, and gazed down at the boy’s prone form, bloody and broken.
Allen’s pants were still pulled around his smooth thighs, and his shirt still spread open to reveal his bare and battered chest. Tyki knelt down, gingerly tugging up the fabric of Allen’s pants, and closing the tattered remnants of his shirt. Since he was now in “White”, that carnal desire for pain and base animal need for pleasure was lessened and replaced with something a little more human. The madness of his “Black” mode was fading from his countenance, and he felt regret at the loss of Allen Walker.
The boy was truly fascinating to Tyki. He had enjoyed the feel of him and the pleasure he had felt inside the boy had been extraordinary. Yet, more than lust, he felt a respect for the exorcist. He was a worthy opponent for the Noah. Tyki pressed his hot lips one last time against those of the exorcist. “That was fun, boy. It’s a shame we can’t do it again,” he whispered as he slowly stood, a light frown furrowing his brow. He was more troubled by this than he would like.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. It was something he had overlooked earlier in his haste to make the exorcist his. The crisp edges of the playing deck he had given the boy that day on the train were peaking out from within the tattered folds of Allen’s coat. He reached down, pulling the cards out, and ran his gloved fingers across the intricate ink pattern adorning the back. So, he had kept them… and, so close to his heart? Tyki’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. He wasn’t fond of this sort of feeling, he would rather not think about it. He let the cards slip from his hand, scattering across the body of Allen Walker, and surrounding him in a halo of printed-paper. He was in no mood for cards now.
Tyki Mikk turned, slowly vanishing into the darkness of the trees as he fingered the silver button he had plucked from the exorcist’s coat earlier. He slid it between his fingers, gazing down at the engraving of the boy’s name. He would keep this bit of silver for himself. “Allen Walker,” he whispered against the silver button as he brought it to his lips. Surely a name he wouldn’t soon forget. He slipped the trinket back into his coat pocket and disappeared into the shadows, leaving the exorcist lying amongst a tribute of playing cards.
Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is so short. I decided to continue on with the fic, instead of ending it here, so I wanted to save what happens next for the next chapter. I hope you all like this story. Its my FAV pairing in DGM. Tyki is so hot!