Pleasure and Pain
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Rating:
Adult ++
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6
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Resolve
Chapter 6: Resolve
Allen lay on the cold stone of the training room. He could feel the chill of it seeping into his very bones as he watched the mist that was his Innocence float about him. He still couldn’t reform it after all. He needed to hurry and reclaim his weapon. He needed to rejoin the others as soon as possible. He needed to fight, now more than ever. If he could fight, then-
The exorcist groaned, smacking a hand over his flushed cheeks. The memory of the night he lost his arm causing him to grow hot with humiliation. The one thing he couldn’t figure out was why no one at the order had mentioned, or questioned his state of undress when he was found. He most surely remembered the way that he had been stripped and exposed by the Noah, Tyki Mikk. He had lost consciousness in that state, the evidence of disgrace still splashed across his skin. So there would have been no way he couldn’t have been found that way unless- Allen shook his head. There was no way that cruel man would be capable of that sort of sympathy. After beating and raping him, after killing Suman and the others, there was no way he could have any sort of compassion!
He let his hand slide down his face, running over the fabric of his shirt until it came to stop at his chest. He let it rest there, hovering over his heart. Tyki Mikk had touched his heart that night. He had held it, beating, in his hand. Allen had never known that kind of pain before. That feeling of violation was excruciating. He tightened his fist, his shirt bunching between his clenched fingers. But, it had been warm- that hand. Despite the pain, it had been warm.
Allen loosened the grip on his shirt and he bit back the tears that threatened to spill at the memory of what the Noah had done to him. The worst part of all was that in the end, the exorcist had succumbed to the ministrations of the other man. He had cried out under him, and had pushed his hips up to meet Tyki Mikk. Allen’s lips became dry at the memory, and his pink tongue darted out to moisten them.
He groaned in shame as he recalled the way the Noah had felt moving inside him. How the pain from his injuries had actually emphasized the pleasure of it. How it had felt white hot, like lightening when he had reached that place deep within him, flooding his senses and causing him to lose any shred of resistance remaining.
Allen’s flushed cheeks darkened when he realized that he had grown hard, remembering the experience. He moved his trembling hand to where his length pressed against his trousers, as if he didn’t quite believe his body would continue to betray him. He rubbed it gently through the fabric, moaning lightly. His clothes were suddenly too heavy, the material too rough. Even the movement of his breathing was dragging his shirt across his nipples, causing the rosy nubs to harden. He slid his hand beneath his shirt, sliding his fingers across the bandages wrapped around his torso, and pinching those dusty pink buttons the way that the Noah had. He gasped, arching back as he continued to roll them between his fingers, first one side, then the other.
He began to move his hand back down, his fingers hovering at his waistband. Allen’s breathing was becoming heavy, his erection straining. His heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, and he lightly bit his lip, holding back a moan as he slid his hand lower, gently grasping his own erection, sending a tremor through his slender frame.
Suddenly he stopped. His left eye began to ache, and the Akuma monocle materialized above his darkening iris, pulsing. It was searching again, searching for something frantically. Allen gasped, releasing his length and sitting upright. Was there an Akuma close by? Even so, there was nothing he could do about it in his current state of helplessness. He pushed back the thoughts of Tyki Mikk, and that terrible night, and tried to control anger he felt at his own body’s continued betrayal. It was time for his training. He had no time to lose, he must gain the power to defend his friends, and defeat the Noah. To defeat Tyki Mikk-
Allen lay on the cold stone of the training room. He could feel the chill of it seeping into his very bones as he watched the mist that was his Innocence float about him. He still couldn’t reform it after all. He needed to hurry and reclaim his weapon. He needed to rejoin the others as soon as possible. He needed to fight, now more than ever. If he could fight, then-
The exorcist groaned, smacking a hand over his flushed cheeks. The memory of the night he lost his arm causing him to grow hot with humiliation. The one thing he couldn’t figure out was why no one at the order had mentioned, or questioned his state of undress when he was found. He most surely remembered the way that he had been stripped and exposed by the Noah, Tyki Mikk. He had lost consciousness in that state, the evidence of disgrace still splashed across his skin. So there would have been no way he couldn’t have been found that way unless- Allen shook his head. There was no way that cruel man would be capable of that sort of sympathy. After beating and raping him, after killing Suman and the others, there was no way he could have any sort of compassion!
He let his hand slide down his face, running over the fabric of his shirt until it came to stop at his chest. He let it rest there, hovering over his heart. Tyki Mikk had touched his heart that night. He had held it, beating, in his hand. Allen had never known that kind of pain before. That feeling of violation was excruciating. He tightened his fist, his shirt bunching between his clenched fingers. But, it had been warm- that hand. Despite the pain, it had been warm.
Allen loosened the grip on his shirt and he bit back the tears that threatened to spill at the memory of what the Noah had done to him. The worst part of all was that in the end, the exorcist had succumbed to the ministrations of the other man. He had cried out under him, and had pushed his hips up to meet Tyki Mikk. Allen’s lips became dry at the memory, and his pink tongue darted out to moisten them.
He groaned in shame as he recalled the way the Noah had felt moving inside him. How the pain from his injuries had actually emphasized the pleasure of it. How it had felt white hot, like lightening when he had reached that place deep within him, flooding his senses and causing him to lose any shred of resistance remaining.
Allen’s flushed cheeks darkened when he realized that he had grown hard, remembering the experience. He moved his trembling hand to where his length pressed against his trousers, as if he didn’t quite believe his body would continue to betray him. He rubbed it gently through the fabric, moaning lightly. His clothes were suddenly too heavy, the material too rough. Even the movement of his breathing was dragging his shirt across his nipples, causing the rosy nubs to harden. He slid his hand beneath his shirt, sliding his fingers across the bandages wrapped around his torso, and pinching those dusty pink buttons the way that the Noah had. He gasped, arching back as he continued to roll them between his fingers, first one side, then the other.
He began to move his hand back down, his fingers hovering at his waistband. Allen’s breathing was becoming heavy, his erection straining. His heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, and he lightly bit his lip, holding back a moan as he slid his hand lower, gently grasping his own erection, sending a tremor through his slender frame.
Suddenly he stopped. His left eye began to ache, and the Akuma monocle materialized above his darkening iris, pulsing. It was searching again, searching for something frantically. Allen gasped, releasing his length and sitting upright. Was there an Akuma close by? Even so, there was nothing he could do about it in his current state of helplessness. He pushed back the thoughts of Tyki Mikk, and that terrible night, and tried to control anger he felt at his own body’s continued betrayal. It was time for his training. He had no time to lose, he must gain the power to defend his friends, and defeat the Noah. To defeat Tyki Mikk-