TykkiAllen/AllenTykki kink
I did it
for
dgmkinkmeme
a while ago, but without beting it at that time
And now it's
beta-ed, so I can post it here )
Author: Hikou aka Lina-sama
Beta:
Renehorn
Rating: R
The promt was: 'I
want a rape fic about female allen and new tyki please',
but, ah, personally I don't like girl(y)!Allen and rape too much, so
this is how I prefer it:
It definitely wasn't the best day of
Allen Walker's life. Right now, standing in the ballroom, he was sure
that it was the worst one.
First of all, he'd started this day as
a male. And hadn't had the slightest suspicion the fact would change
before noon.
Allen shook his head, and his (?) long hair, the
result of previous interaction with Komui's potions, scattered over
his bare shoulders. Okay, he'd been told this wouldn't last too long
and his hair would return to normal, but it hadn't yet and now it
made a 'nice' complement to his main problem.
For, let's face it,
the last few hours Allen Walker, 15-years old, single, the Destroyer
of Time and main hope of the Black order and all humankind, had spent
as a... girl.
And he oh so wasn't happy about it.
Especially
since they'd put him in a dress.
It was a cute white dress, one of
Linali's, made for some special occasion. It wasn't that Allen didn't
like it, but one fact remained unchanged: he'd prefer to see it
rather on Linali than himself.
And that low cut, too. Today was
the first time when Allen had anything to show off in the cut and he
wasn't even sure he did want to show... it.
And all that... at the
party where, as the Order suspected, the Noahs could come to visit.
Or the Millennium Earl himself.
Allen was certain he would die of
embarrassment if any of them came.
Why? Why had they chosen him?
Was it that funny? Okay, he'd been given a reason. It was true all
the living Exorcists' appearances were known to the enemy. And it was
too dangerous to send Finders to gather the information about the
Clan of Noah, because they didn't have anything they could fight back
with. But, still...
Allen felt frustrated, and used, and being
made the laughing stock by his own comrades.
But in esponse to his
complaints he'd only heard: 'Experiencing a pre-menstruation syndrome
already, Allen-kun? Oops, I mean - Allen-chan?'.
Very, very smart,
dammit.
It was a relief nobody dared to ask a dance from the
pretty, but rather strange young lady who was glaring at the party
attendants. The aforementioned lady wasn't sure that in that case
'she' wouldn't snap and do something 'she' would regret later.
And,
come on, was it even possible that any of the enemy would come here?
Forty minutes had passed already, and Allen had seen none.
Just as
this thought came to his mind, he heard a deep pleasant voice to his
left.
- So, does Allen Walker have a sister or the Exorcists are
that
short-handed now?
Tykki Mikk.
Allen suddenly wished to die,
preferably in the company of Komui Li, who'd made the damn potion,
and Howard Link, who failed to see that the boy didn't get it. And,
of course, Tykki Mikk who now witnessed this humiliation.
- Cat
got you tongue, boy?
Allen turned his head slowly and through the
gritted teeth said, while trying to sound not as high-pitched as, he
knew, he sounded:
- Good evening, sir Tykki Mikk. Leading quite a
social life now, don't you?
It came as a shock to see Tykki's
current appearance. For a moment Allen was tempted to ask if the Noah
had had an experience with Komui's hair-caring potion too - but, in
the end, he didn't. Tykki also remained silent - it seemed that he
had a shock of his own.
- Wait, - he said eventually, disbelief
clear in his voice. - Are these real?
It took Allen two seconds to
understand that the Noah, being as high as he was and standing where
he stood, got the perfect view of his cut.
- I hate you! - he
exclaimed hotly as he blushed, jumped back and covered his… breast
with his hands.
Tykki doubled with laughter.
- What… happened
to you, boy? - he asked after few seconds, wiping tears from his
eyes. - Or should I say - girl?
- I hate you, - Allen repeated
darkly. - All of you.
In return Tykki gave him a look-ove. Allen
could feel the Noah's gaze sliding from his loose long hair to the
half-mask covering the scar (it had been Cross' idea to make Allen
wear the mirror reflection of his own mask), to the golden necklace
and then to the flowers hiding the marks on the bare left shoulder.
The rest of the Innocence-bearing arm was covered by one of two long
gloves.
And - the low cut.
Allen Walker would make quite a
charming young lady in this dress if he could just stand still. Every
movement of his screamed 'male' to Tykki.
- Shall I ask you to
waltz? - he mused aloud.
Allen's eyes were throwing daggers.
-
No, - he answered shortly.
- Why not? - the Noah smiled. - What
other reasons did you have to come to this ball but to dance?
-
Sightseeing? - the boy's own smile was sweet as a candy. - Or maybe I
missed you?
- Why can't I believe you? - Tykki murmured and then
offered the Exorcist a hand. - Shall we? I believe it's better to
continue this talk in private.
Allen swept his hand away.
-
Agreed, - nevertheless, he said.
Their departure provoked some
discussion among ladies presented, and Allen could feel anger and
envy emanating towards him. So Tykki was popular here.
- You are
so stiff, - complained the Noah, now holding the boy's right hand
(geez! when did he take it!?) while they were ascending the stairs. -
They will ask me why I can't entertain a lady...
- I don't need
your entertainment, - the Exorcist answered coldly. Truth be said, he
longed for a 'privacy' so he could strangle the Noah bastard without
having to hear the whole ballroom screaming. Screw the swear of
no-kill.
- And hostile, - Tykki added. - Groundlessly so, should I
mention it? Even I am willing to forget that you're on my list for a
few minutes, - he trailed his fingers over Allen's right arm from his
elbow to his shoulder, causing the boy to try and pull it out, but
with no result. - Why can't you do the same thing? Or is it that your
new set of hormones is getting to you? Can't get used to your current
condition, boy?
- I hope I won't have to get used to it, - the
Exorcist said, still glaring at the man.
- Ah, so it isn't
permanent, is it? - the Noah touched long white hair and opened the
door of the room which they reached. - Ladies first.
'I'm
seriously going to kill him for that,' Allen mused as he came into
the facility which seemed to be a smoking-room. Tykki followed, and a
soft click of the lock could be heard.
- We don't need intruders,
now, do we? - he explained. - And there are other smoking-rooms here.
Do sit down, please.
The boy hmphed but did as he'd been told,
choosing the armchair beside the window. The Noah went behind that
armchair, leaning on its back.
- So, why are you here, really? -
he asked, allowing his fingers to tangle in Allen's hair.
- If I
were you, I would keep my hands to myself, - warned the Exorcist,
shaking his head.
- If you were me, you would succumb to the
temptation too, - now Tykki's hands were dancing on the boy's
shoulders. - But you're not answering my question.
- I'm free to
go wherever I want, - Allen grumbled. - So why can't I visit this
ball?
- Still can't believe you, - the Noah whispered right in his
ear, his finger traveling south from the boy's neck. Just when it
reached the cut's brim, Allen snapped.
Well, it really was a hard
day, a lot of things were getting on his nerves and Tykki's behavior
was the last straw…
The boy whirled, activating his Innocence,
overturning the armchair, reaching the Noah's throat and knocking him
over.
- Don't you dare to move or talk, - growled the boy,
straddling Tykki now, his claws almost puncturing the dark skin. -
This is what you wanted, right? So - no complaints.
The man's jaw
visibly sagged.
He fumbled with the Noah's trousers with the other
hand, only to open them and find him… well, not as aroused as he
expected.
- What, not interested? Should I… tie you… up? -
Allen smirked. As if to contradict him, Tykki's cock sprang to life
under his palm.
- You're still full of surprises, boy, - the Noah
snorted and felt the claws' grip tighten.
- Just - shut - up, -
the Exorcist chirped, rising a little, raising the hem of his dress
and fumbling now with his own underwear. The most difficult task was
at the same time to keep his left hand from Tykki's throat. But at
last everything was ready, and Allen began to descend slowly, keeping
his back straight.
But it seemed the Noah had slightly different
plans, because his hands gripped the boy's sides and put him down in
one swift motion. Allen cried out, shock on his face, and the blood
spilled - from the man's throat and between the Exorcist's thighs.
-
I'll definitely kill you… - the boy panted, but Tykki was too
breathless with laughter to answer the threat. The wound on his
throat wasn't deep, and it took all of Allen's patience not to change
this fact. - Didn't I tell you not to move?
- Didn't you know that
feature of the girls' first time? - the Noah answered with his own
question at last.
- I forgot, - the Exorcist confessed glumly. -
After all, I'm not a girl on a regular basis. Put down your hands,
and I'm saying it for the last time.
Surprisingly, Tykki complied,
still smirking. And gasped, when Allen moved his hips experimentally.
And then again. And again.
- Don't... move... or... talk... - the
boy murmured, seeing that the Noah's palms clenched into fists. -
Do... not... provoke... me!
Those conditions were hard to keep -
feeling the heat, Tykki's hips seemed to gain a mind of their own.
But Allen's glare said that their bucking was prohibited too.
Trying
not to cry out the second time, Allen bit his lip and went limp. His
right hand crawled to Tykki's hair - long, as his own. But this odd
gesture of affection abruptly transformed into untying the Noah's
neckerchief.
- So, is a rape now a proper behavior for an
Exorcist, too? - the man inquired as Allen slid off and began to
clean himself with the stolen item of clothing.
The boy observed
him moodily, though not as moodily as in the beginning of, ah,
interaction.
- You wanted it, - he said. - It wasn't a rape.
-
Oh yes it was! - Tykki protested with a smirk. - And now you're
leaving me unsatisfied.
- You can manage, - Allen told him
stubbornly, freeing his throat at last. Then he stood up and headed
for the door. After opening the lock with a claw, he turned around
and added: - But come and see me, if you still have the nightmares
about this 'rape' in a few days.
- I will, - the Noah murmured
softly as he propped on his elbow and watched the Exorcist leave. -
Sure as hell I will. And you'd better be a boy next time, boy.