Temptation With No Salvation

He anticipated that day… Fear and excitement thrummed in his mind… The only

apprehension he had was that he’d die that day...

Tykki had been watching him, followed his path and now waited. He’d miss the kid,

sure. But he wanted what was coming that day. Seeing his skin darken, and hair

grow wavy and wild got Tykki absolutely excited. He wanted to touch him, make

him scream, bleed—feel everything.

“Tykki?” He only vaguely acknowledged someone saying his name, somewhere in

the back of his mind, one of the other Noah. But his eyes were on him. Allen was

fighting the 14^th again. He’d backed into a dark corner, feathers sprouted from his

Innocence arm, and he was struggling to breath, muttering all sorts of curses. His

skin darkened again, a crazy smile spread across his face. He muttered a name. His

name.

“Tykki…” That got him excited, and he started toward him, but that dreaded

Innocence touched the 14^th’s chest, and he gasped. Allen’s wild, panicked eyes

return, but his skin was still dark. He’s looking right at him, and the Noah froze in

place. Now that he knew he was there, he wasn’t sure what to do.

Tykki felt myself grin and straighten; he’d always been able to regain composure

pretty quickly. “Why are you fighting it, boy? It’s only a matter of time…”

“Tykki…!?” his voice was breathless, afraid. The panic there, whispering that name

pulled him closer. He reached for him, eyes wild and afraid. Oh, but he couldn’t seem

to keep himself from answering it. It’s like a wet dream; he’d just not woken up yet.

He took the hand slowly, the panic calling to him somewhere deep inside to save

Allen. He dropped his left arm out of the way and clung to Tykki. His body was hot,

the dark skin slick with sweat. The Noah held him as he panted to breath, his face

against the taller man’s chest. He couldn’t imagine the pain this boy must be in,

fighting against the 14^th so hard. “Please!”

What should he do? He was bewildered beyond knowing what to do with this

situation. Those eyes, staring up at him in desperation and begging for him to save

him. And the body, so like the 14^th’s of Tykki’s memories, lithe and pressed flush

from chest to knees; pinned between the wall, clinging to him and… Oh, fuck… he

fought back a groan at the traitorous reaction his body had to this. He wanted this

body, as the 14^th or Allen, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was he could take advantage

of this if he handled it right.

Momentarily regaining his composure, he turned on the seduction, voice a soft purr.

“Allen, I can’t help you fight him but… I can distract you from him for a time…” He

pushed him further into the wall, making his suggestion plain by the intimate

contact their bodies had. Allen gasped, a flash of fear in his eyes, and he pushed at

Tykki. The left arm and its Innocence touch the flesh of his chest, making him hiss as

the contact echoed the sensation of being shredded by it in the past. He grabbed and

pinned it above his head.

“It’s too late to say no, you begged for my help…” The Noah leaned in to his throat

and kissed it, lips brush his ear, “You begged for it, you can’t get away…”

“No... Tykki! You can’t—I...!” He touched a finger to his lips. Tykki’s light half twinged

to see that fear in his eyes, but arousal and his dark half’s amusement silenced it. A

grin spread across his face.

“How appropriate this is…” With his sash from his waist, Tykki tied Allen’s left arm

behind his head, all the while he protested. But his fight against the 14^th had him

weak, and this was easy. He was gagged as well with the sash; then their bodies

were pressed together again. Tykki hissed with pleasure, even as Allen fought

against him and shivered in fear and disgust.

“It’s alright. It won’t hurt too much.” A chuckle at that, his panicked breathing made

him dizzy and swayed in his grip. Tykki began to strip him agonizingly slow. The

young exorcist closed his eyes, face bright red with shame at being taken advantage

of. Kissing down his chest, his shirt was the first thing off, dangling by his left

shoulder. His right hand, still free, alternately gripped The Noah’s shoulder or tried

to push him away, but with his legs so far split apart he couldn’t keep balance

without holding on to Tykki. Hands quest downward as lips linger on those supple,

dark nipples. He gasped as the Noah bit gently at one and thrashed away to one side,

sliding down the wall and landing spread-eagled before him. Looking down at him

like this, it was exquisite.

“Oh now, how nice, you’ve opened up for me…” He pulled the boy’s half open pants

down his body, as he kicked out at him. When they were gone he curled away from

Tykki, hiding his face and body from me. “No underwear? My, Allen, I’d never

guess…” Tykki crouched and pulled his knees apart. He was disappointed to find

he’d only managed to get Allen a little aroused from his actions. He really must not

like it… The thought only made the Noah pause for a moment, but he shrugged,

remembering that he didn’t much care if the other wanted it. His own pleasure was

why he was doing this in the first place.

With one leg pinned under a knee, and holding the other he stroked the other’s

slight erection, hoping to get a little more out of the boy’s body. Allen struggled

wildly against his hand, groping blinding to push the hand away. He was still hiding

his face. Tykki frowned at that.

“Allen, look at me.” He flinched but peeked from under his left arm. Tears were

silently streaking down his face, tears of shame. Tears of fear. Tykki chuckled,

enjoying this much more now. He put my hand on Allen’s, and leaned in to lick the

tears away. He moved down his body to nip a nipple, then on to his slight erection.

Taking it into his mouth, he worked it with his tongue in a way he knew could get

the most reluctant to enjoy it. The young exorcist started gasping softly; making

sounds that made the Noah shudder to hear them. So sweet, and to pull them from

him regardless how much he didn’t want it… He heard himself groan then, he

needed more. Time to move on to the next stage…

Fingers explored Allen’s backside, supple and smooth, slipping between with a

chuckle. Deftly, he pushed a finger against the ring there. Allen tensed; making a

sound that had to be him begging to not to do what he thought was about to happen.

Another push, just little more, and he continued sucking exquisitely on his erection.

He moaned, but started to thrash, making it difficult. Leaning back, he glared at him

as he glared back. He resumed pushing the finger into him, the other hand pushing

his hips into the ground. Allen whimpered, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks.

He kicked at Tykki weakly, making him growl with frustration. Grabbing his ankle

with his other hand, he leaned over his body to hiss, “Fighting me only excites me

more. I thought I’d make it a little easier for you…”

He tried again to push a finger into him, getting some of the way, but the boy bucked

his hips. Tykki growled again, “But you frustrate me, so no, I won’t make it any

easier for you.”

He worked two fingers into him, going all the way to the last knuckle in a swift,

savage thrust. Allen screamed into the gag, his body tense and jerking under the

Noah. After a third finger, and a little stretch, he removed them and undid his own

pants, finally.

Allen thrashed more as Tykki moved closer, he was protesting vehemently into his

gag. Tykki just grinned and reminded him, “You begged me to help you… And I just

couldn’t refuse the invitation…” Without much ceremony, he thrust into him slowly,

savoring the feel of his barely stretched passage engulfing him. He moaned low in

his throat, showing his appreciation to the sensation.

Despite the fact Tykki did stretch him, he know himself to be much larger than that.

Allen’s eyes grew wide as he was filled to the hilt; a scream slowly choked through

the gag.  When the Noah was fully seated in him at last, he paused. Leaning over him,

he looked him in the eye, inches from his face, and slowly pulled out of him. Allen

began to sob and whimper, tears still running down his cheeks. His sobs mad him

clench around Tykki, deliciously tight. He moaned his pleasure into the exorcist’s

ear, licking along the shell. He shivered and jerked away and Tykki thrust into him

again. The boy continued to sob and curled his arms around his head.

The Noah thought it would be fine like this… But it’s just not good enough. He picked

him up and turned into the wall, pushing him against it, and pulled his free arm

down. Tykki thrust into him a few times this way, making him sob and moan in pain.

Tykki leaned in to hear him whimper, licking along his cheek to the gag, tasting his

tears. He pulled at the with my teeth until its loose enough he can gasp through his

mouth and sob more freely. “Tyy—yykki… Stop.. please…” he sobbed, “It hurts…

hurts… Tykki…!”

“Cry for me, Allen. This may be the last time I see you.” Allen continued to beg Tykki

to stop between sobs, clinging to his shoulder to keep from falling as the Noah thrust

him into the wall with my movements. Tykki picked up the pace; the pleading made

him want more. Allen screamed but his voice was raw and he slumped, almost

completely limp, against his chest and shoulder. Tykki continued until he reached

his climax, moaning uncontrollably as he did, holding the exorcist tightly to his body.

“Allen,” he moaned, his voice deep and filled with his pleasure. Allen shivered in

Tykki’s arms, only soft hiccups of sobs remained. He held him for a little longer, eyes

closed and face pressed into his hair.

Tykki opened his eyes finally, the pleasure fading to echoes now. He looked at Allen;

his skin was fading to creamy pale now. He moved and sat, the boy in his arms and

draped across his lap. He was unconscious, Tykki, thought, or close to it. There were

traces of blood between them. The Noah grinned just a bit, so he was a little rougher

than he’d meant to be… He traced the Akuma curse down Allen’s face.

“Hang in there, Cheating Boy A,” he whispered, an echo of their first meeting in his

mind; he ruffled the boy’s white hair gently. “You’ll see this through.”

Tykki redressed him and left him in the darkened corner. He ran a hand through his

own hair, resettling it and looking back one last time. For just a moment, he

regretted that they were on different sides. But it passed, and the regret was swept

away carelessly. “Goodbye, kid. Until we meet again.”