First: This fan fic contains YAOI meaning boyxboy, not your cup of tea? Then try another story
Whoo, my first TykiAllen upload to fanfiction
Well, I guess it helped that it is also my first finished as well, lol
-sigh- I love this couple~ I find writing for these two come naturally, but idk -shrug-
Disclaimer: I do not own DGM, the character respectfully belong to Hoshino-sensei
If Tyki and Allen belonged to me there would be lots of lovely fanservice x3 Enjoy my short Poker Pair dabble
It is a dark, black place where you can be found.
Not a single spark of light can be seen where you can be found.
But there is the slight rhythm… the faint playing of a piano can be heard where you can be found.
Your fingertips find each key with master precision as you play the 14th's melody. 14th, Shounen, Allen… whoever you are.
I have you all to myself in that gloomy place. To hold, to kiss… to touch all that my hands will allow me.
So intimately I know you, for I imagine I'm the only person that has ever had the pleasure of holding your heart in their hand.
My mouth suffocates you, my hands kill you… and you cry in sweet, sweet agony. I can feel that scream rip through your throat; I can feel your body shudder under mine as I dirty your body with my sin. The masochistic satisfaction you get, you figure in your twisted mislead mind, thinking this is retribution for your wrong doings in the past. But God was not your judge at that moment.
I was.
And though you lie to yourself, you body informs me of your joy in this union. The first time in a long while that you felt needed… that you've felt loved.
Though my actions seem sadistic and aim only for self gratification, I truly enjoyed our nights together. Not just the physical, but also the emotional.
In that dark, black place where you can be found – I found something I thought impossible for someone like me. I found you, Shounen.
Naked and wrapped in fantasy lace, you play the piano. Your tears make a lonely pat on its keys as you wait for the day you are rescued, like the princess you are.
Attend your make-believe parties and sip that tasteless translucent tea.
No one will find you. You belong to me, and only me in this now silent place where you can be found.
