The Ties That Bind

Mistress Rhode

Anime : D.Gray-Man

Pairing : Tyki/Lavi

Warnings : PWP, Non-Con

Summary : Lavi finds himself bound against Tyki in more ways than one.

Blood. Akuma. Screams. Lenalee; disheveled and reaching out to him, Krory in the distance, fangs flashing, and Allen shouting his name, white hair streaked red as --

"Nngh -- !" Lavi's stumbled towards consciousness, his mind fogged with a dull throbbing pain and the faint notion of inevitable doom. Leaden limbs refused to cooperate as the young Exorcist squirmed in the confines of his bonds, what felt like rope biting into the tenderness of his wrists, which were currently tied behind his back. His legs, fortunately were unbound and stretched out before him, as though he were sat upright, but supported by what? What the . . . ?

While the young Bookman attempted fleetingly to orientate himself with his alien surroundings, he was disturbingly aware of a body pressed firmly against his own, the hardness of a well defined abdomen flush against his back. Judging by the flat planes of the chest molded against him, Lavi knew it was a male body radiating heat against his own.

Suddenly, hot breath ghosted over Rabi's neck, igniting goose flesh in its wake. Lavi gulped, his breathing shallow as one gloved hand melted from the darkness behind him and cupped his cheek in a satin grip, gently directing his head to the side, where his one – eyed gaze clashed with irises so yellow he could have sworn it was a snake coiled around him, not a Noah.

Then again, was there a difference?

"Tyki Mikk," The 'baka Usagi' croaked, his throat suddenly tight with fear, ice water pulsing through his veins. All demands as to where he was and what happened before his capture dissolved on his tongue like a snowflake in the Sahara. He was currently being held captive by possibly the most notorious of all the Noahs, in an unknown location, weaponless and without any current means of escape. Suddenly as his gall and self – assurance evaporated.

A slow smile unfurled across Tyki's face, his eyes glinting with the promise of entertainment. Wordlessly, the Portuguese man trailed his other hand down the length of Lavi's side, before perching on the cusp of the red head's protruding hip.

Lavi gasped, jade eye widening in terror as the intentions of Tyki Mikk made themselves known. The youthful Exorcist squirmed in a feeble attempt to dislodge the hand at his hip, but swiftly regretted his actions, as something hardened against the small of his back.

"Whaddya think you're doing, Mikk?!" Lavi squeaked in alarm, his slanted emerald eye dilated with confusion.

"Did you know," Tyki's voice, smooth as honey washed over Lavi's demand and coiled in the form of sexual tension in the pit of his stomach. "I am the Noah of Pleasure? And not just in dead sense." The deviant hand atop Lavi's hip swiftly slid South, and with the hard press of it's heel, was crushed against the thick ridge in Lavi's trousers. "As well as the living."

Lavi gave a sharp cry of surprise, his breath hitching in his throat as Tyki leaned forward, his voluptuous hair flattened against the young Bookman's; black bleeding into red. As well as the palm cupping his crotch, Lavi was acutely aware of the chiseled face astride his, amber eyes scouring his face with all the luster of a fox stalking a rabbit.

Whilst his one hand began slow, circular movements against Lavi's crotch, the other neglected hand pressed Lavi's face towards Tyki's own, their lips meeting in a kamikaze kiss which left Lavi breathless. Soft, masculine lips brushed against his own, before pointed teeth tore into the lush flesh of his lower lip. The combined sensations of his split lip and gradually hardening penis forced a strangled cry from Lavi, allowing Tyki to plunge his tongue into the red head's mouth, his own hot muscle assaulted by one far superior. The Noah fisted Lavi's hair, tugging the thatch of scarlet spikes downwards, slanting his mouth even tighter over Lavi's, meshing blood and tongues together in a whirl of sweet pain and dark pleasure.

Meanwhile, the gloved hand now materialized past the barrier of clothing and gripped Lavi's arousal in a satin hold, the weeping slit aggravated by the rub of a thumb. Lavi failed to swallow the moan that swelled in his throat as Tyki pivoted his hand, still coiled around his penis, but at the base so the heel of his hand rubbed delicious friction against his testicles.

Despite the sweet fire coiling in the pit of his stomach, Lavi struggled, biting down on Tyki's tongue with sudden relinquished hatred. The red head began squirming against his captor, yanking his wrists in a desperate plee for freedom. This is so freakin' wrong, I have to get out of here!

Chuckling darkly, Tyki broke the kiss, his own tongue stained scarlet, much to his twisted glee. "Tough one, aren't you?" He grinned, his face morphing into a mask of madness, all humanity now abandoned. Tugging at Lavi's hair once more, the Noah pressed his lips against the Bookman's ear, his voice a knife in Lavi's ear, "They're always more fun to break."

Punching Lavi straight in the gut, Tyki knocked the Exorcist onto his back, parting his legs askew while the wind was knocked out of him. The Exorcist protested briefly, kicking out and thrashing in the Noah's grasp, but the rush of sensations overwhelmed his shocked senses.

Lavi was assaulted by the combined pain of his wrists crushed beneath him, and the loss of precious air. But before he could remedy his situation, a velvet hand was coiled around his throat, whilst another fisted his dick and a hot mouth assaulted his own. Tyki's tongue slithered past his bleeding lips to ravage his mouth, and as much as he was loathed to admit it, Lavi liked it. It was wrong, of course, to be attracted to your psychotic enemy, especially when he seemed intent on raping you, but Lavi's sex starved body wouldn't listen to his screaming mind, and to his own horror, his erection hardened to a painful peak.

Shit, am gonna lose it -- ! Gasping around a devious tongue, Lavi threw caution to the wind, and with feverish need, bucked desperately against that slender hand, lifting his thighs to clench around the tanned man's waist, his body no longer fixated on loyalty but on lust.

Tyki, sensing the Exorcist's oncoming orgasm, quickened his administrations, his long fingered hand pumping faster, whilst his other hand snared open Lavi's shirt, clawing its way inside and scraping blunt nails against a hardened nipple.

Ohshitohshitoshit -- ! Lavi screamed, his cry of ecstasy inhaled by Tyki's greedy breath while be bathed them both in white. Lavi's back arced painfully as his torso spasmed under the intensity of his release. Tyki smiled against the 'o' of Lavi's lips, his unsoiled hand tracing small circles around the outside of one pebbled nipple.

Lavi, a panting mess of flushed flesh and tousled hair, melted against Tyki's touch, his body still hyper – sensitive to contact in its post – orgasm haze. No longer resisting the caresses of his enemy, Lavi whined pitifully as he ground his nether regions against Tyki's, a beg of the body.

The Portuguese Noah removed his splattered hand from Lavi's pants, and with sensuous ease, lapped the pale froth from his glove. Lavi was aroused instantly.

"Tyki . . . ," The disheveled Bookman writhed in discomfort, his heated gaze piercing his near lover's predatory eyes with what could only be described as need.

Snickering quietly, Tyki nipped at Lavi's cut lip lightly, eliciting a gasp for his efforts, before slowly slipped his welcome tongue past the bloodied flesh. This time, Lavi met fire with sweet fire, his own organ pushing against the Noah's feverishly, his eyes shut in frantic bliss. Delving his tongue further, Tyki caressed the ribbed roof of the red head's mouth, easing more repressed moans from the young Exorcist's hoarse throat. Tilting his hips, Lavi pressed his erection against Tyki's, the stiffness of his partner's unsatisfied arousal providing rough friction.

However, instead of reciprocating, Tyki uncoiled himself from Lavi's armless embrace, fluidly standing once more, his expression unreadable. Suddenly deprived of contact, Lavi cried out in indignation, his wrists chafing in an attempt to break free of their binds.

Running a hand through his corrugated hair, the Noah sighed and tossed Lavi a look that was both reluctant to leave, but also disappointed, as though the tanned man was pleased at Lavi's submission, but had hoped for a better fight.

"We'll meet again Exorcist, and then I'll show you what real pleasure is," And with that abrupt statement and a sultry smile, Tyki Mikk was gone, and Lavi Rabi was left, aroused and alone to wonder what the Hell had just happened.

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A/N : All reveiws will be cherished and used as an excuse to churn out a sequel. B Do it. Even if you don't want to, I do.