[March 7th] [D.Grayman] Of the Beholder
Title: Of the Beholder
Day/Theme: March 7th - Blessed is the blind, pity is the fool.
Series: D.Gray-Man
Character/Pairing: Allen Walker, Tyki Mikk
Rating: R (NSFW)
Warning: Series spoilers.
He continued to scream even when the pain was gone. No, not gone, just subdued somehow by the other's touch as he continued to press closer to him, holding him up even as his body slumped forward, unable to keep itself upright. The hand that kept his back against the body behind him lay firmly against his left breast, placed there more as a reminder than anything else.
A reminder that he could be killed at any moment.
At that point, Allen would have gladly taken that sort of death.
His arm had been taken, the Innocence destroyed, Suman's Innocence taken by Timcampy to the others... the Noah should have killed him already, had said he was going to let him die slowly and painfully. And yet, he was still alive, able to feel Tyki Mikk move inside of him, even when Allen had already gone numb, from resignation as to what fate he would be given, from the agony that was left from where his left arm had been. Tyki made sure that he felt everything that was done to him, however.
Tyki made sure that he was still alive, even when he'd already readied himself for the death that everyone seemed to be aiming for.
At first, Allen had tried to continue to keep himself numb, tried to shut out the actions of the other man. With that ability of his, Tyki hadn't allowed that sort of behavior to last, first bringing about the pain that would make the boy scream out, nearly making himself hoarse, and then taking actions to ensure that the pain was deluded by some insane sort of pleasure that made Allen sick to his stomach. Made his eyes fill with tears, burning with the anger and shame that his helplessness brought.
He clenched his teeth, screwing his eyes shut as he felt that second hand taking hold of him, refusing to give any more of a vocal reaction that he already had.
That hand rubbed at his chest--a lover's touch, one could say, that made his weakened body shudder without exactly knowing why--before it slowly made its way past his collar bone, his neck--
Which it gripped just tight enough so that Allen was even more hard-pressed to gasp in enough air to fill his lungs, feeling the burning in his chest even after just a second or two. He started to claw at the hand with his only hand left, weakly trying to pull it away even when he thought to himself that this was probably the death that was waiting for him.
Allen tried to ignore the tears that began to fall down his cheeks, lapped up then by a sure tongue.
Then, a voice breathed into his ear, making that shuddering sensation run through Allen's body once more, without him know why as his vision began to spottle and grow dim around the edges, "Do you know when humans are the most lovely to behold, boy?"
Unable to answer, Allen could only use his right hand to grip at that hand on his throat as much as he could even as his body continued to weaken, continued to shake as his face burned from the harsh tears that continued to flood silently down his face, with other sensations running through him thanks to that other hand, that body pressed against his--
Which continued to slam into him, even when he was unable to struggle anymore.
The Noah wasn't waiting for a response but made out like he was giving the Exorcist a moment to give him an answer. When that moment passed, Tyki Mikk finally answered, the grin that Allen could see in his mind's eye in his voice, "When, even though they tell themselves that they're ready for death, they fight so hard against it."
The grip on his throat tightened, and Allen silently gasped for the air that wasn't there, wouldn't come. His hand continued to grip and dig its nails into the flesh that continued to maintain that tight hold on him even as his trembling body began to burn, feeling the effect of going without fresh air for so long in his veins, pumping through his struggling heart...
The heart which Tyki had threatened to rip out.
And even as he felt something slam into him one last time, filling him more than it had before--even when that hand let go of his throat, nearly drowning him in the oxygen given freely to him as he cried out again, this time unable to mask the bit of pleasure his body felt as it shuddered through the climax forced onto him...
Even when Allen wished that the Noah had just ripped out his heart and left him there, dead in the middle of the bamboo grove, he knew now that no matter how much he thought he asked for it, wanted it, he wouldn't allow himself to die.
His arm was gone.
But his heart was still in tact.
For now.
-fin-
Ahahahaha...
I like this pairing. ♥
Day/Theme: March 7th - Blessed is the blind, pity is the fool.
Series: D.Gray-Man
Character/Pairing: Allen Walker, Tyki Mikk
Rating: R (NSFW)
Warning: Series spoilers.
He continued to scream even when the pain was gone. No, not gone, just subdued somehow by the other's touch as he continued to press closer to him, holding him up even as his body slumped forward, unable to keep itself upright. The hand that kept his back against the body behind him lay firmly against his left breast, placed there more as a reminder than anything else.
A reminder that he could be killed at any moment.
At that point, Allen would have gladly taken that sort of death.
His arm had been taken, the Innocence destroyed, Suman's Innocence taken by Timcampy to the others... the Noah should have killed him already, had said he was going to let him die slowly and painfully. And yet, he was still alive, able to feel Tyki Mikk move inside of him, even when Allen had already gone numb, from resignation as to what fate he would be given, from the agony that was left from where his left arm had been. Tyki made sure that he felt everything that was done to him, however.
Tyki made sure that he was still alive, even when he'd already readied himself for the death that everyone seemed to be aiming for.
At first, Allen had tried to continue to keep himself numb, tried to shut out the actions of the other man. With that ability of his, Tyki hadn't allowed that sort of behavior to last, first bringing about the pain that would make the boy scream out, nearly making himself hoarse, and then taking actions to ensure that the pain was deluded by some insane sort of pleasure that made Allen sick to his stomach. Made his eyes fill with tears, burning with the anger and shame that his helplessness brought.
He clenched his teeth, screwing his eyes shut as he felt that second hand taking hold of him, refusing to give any more of a vocal reaction that he already had.
That hand rubbed at his chest--a lover's touch, one could say, that made his weakened body shudder without exactly knowing why--before it slowly made its way past his collar bone, his neck--
Which it gripped just tight enough so that Allen was even more hard-pressed to gasp in enough air to fill his lungs, feeling the burning in his chest even after just a second or two. He started to claw at the hand with his only hand left, weakly trying to pull it away even when he thought to himself that this was probably the death that was waiting for him.
Allen tried to ignore the tears that began to fall down his cheeks, lapped up then by a sure tongue.
Then, a voice breathed into his ear, making that shuddering sensation run through Allen's body once more, without him know why as his vision began to spottle and grow dim around the edges, "Do you know when humans are the most lovely to behold, boy?"
Unable to answer, Allen could only use his right hand to grip at that hand on his throat as much as he could even as his body continued to weaken, continued to shake as his face burned from the harsh tears that continued to flood silently down his face, with other sensations running through him thanks to that other hand, that body pressed against his--
Which continued to slam into him, even when he was unable to struggle anymore.
The Noah wasn't waiting for a response but made out like he was giving the Exorcist a moment to give him an answer. When that moment passed, Tyki Mikk finally answered, the grin that Allen could see in his mind's eye in his voice, "When, even though they tell themselves that they're ready for death, they fight so hard against it."
The grip on his throat tightened, and Allen silently gasped for the air that wasn't there, wouldn't come. His hand continued to grip and dig its nails into the flesh that continued to maintain that tight hold on him even as his trembling body began to burn, feeling the effect of going without fresh air for so long in his veins, pumping through his struggling heart...
The heart which Tyki had threatened to rip out.
And even as he felt something slam into him one last time, filling him more than it had before--even when that hand let go of his throat, nearly drowning him in the oxygen given freely to him as he cried out again, this time unable to mask the bit of pleasure his body felt as it shuddered through the climax forced onto him...
Even when Allen wished that the Noah had just ripped out his heart and left him there, dead in the middle of the bamboo grove, he knew now that no matter how much he thought he asked for it, wanted it, he wouldn't allow himself to die.
His arm was gone.
But his heart was still in tact.
For now.
-fin-
Ahahahaha...
I like this pairing. ♥