Lavi covered his head and ducked down as the explosion rocked over the grassy knoll. They had been ambushed by a horde of Akuma just on the outskirts of town, and the fight continued as ferociously as it had begun.

"Watch what you're doing, boy!" Tyki shouted, narrowly dodging a swipe from one of the level twos that had managed to stay alive until the end.

"You're the one that needs to pay attention!" Allen shouted back, cutting down another level one and jumping in to help Tyki. Another explosion hit too close to them, and Allen had to use Crown Clown to shield them from it.

Lavi felt impotent, and his right hand kept reaching for a weapon on his hip that didn't exist anymore. He had to keep his head down, hiding out of view as Allen and Tyki fought. They worked well enough together. Tyki forced the Akuma to stop with his commanding powers as a Noah while Allen dispatched them with his Innocence. The scraps they'd gotten into since they'd ran off together would've been easier if they let Tyki take care of the Akuma, but Allen refused to allow that. He knew what happened to an Akuma's bound souls if they weren't released with the purifying power of Innocence. Allen refused to budge on the subject, even to the detriment of his health.

The group of twenty or so level ones, twos, and threes had dwindled down to a handful, and Lavi prayed for the fight to be over soon. He felt so useless every time they had run into any Akuma or Noah, though they'd only seen the other Noah on one occasion, and had managed to escape without much of an issue. But ever since then, the Akuma attacks had come quicker and more forceful, and Lavi wasn't sure how much longer they could handle the constant barrage of surprise attacks.

And with each ambush, Lavi felt more pathetic than before. Without his hammer, he had no way to fight or even protect himself. Being so completely reliant on Allen and Tyki wore on him like wet leather on chapped skin. He'd been frustrated about the issue for months now, ever since they had run away together in search of a way to remove the Noah memories from his companions. Unfortunately, leaving wasn't as simple as he had hoped it would be.

"Are you blind?!" Tyki yelled, kicking one of the level two Akuma towards Allen with a glare. "I'm tired of waiting for you to finish a fight. If you don't hurry up, I'll take care of the rest myself."

"Don't you dare," Allen growled out, another Akuma killed with his claw. He grit his teeth and jumped towards the next target.

Lavi poked his head over the edge of the small hill, checking to see how they were doing. Just a few more Akuma to go. He swallowed at the nervous lump in his throat, watching with intense focus as Tyki and Allen reluctantly worked together. It was an unusual pairing, but Lavi was surprised how well they could work together given the animosity he'd seen between them lately.

The high-pitched sound of an Akuma cannon just behind him left Lavi's heart in his throat. He jerked around, back to the grass as he looked down the barrel of a level one's weapon. The ballooned lump of dark matter charged the weapon, ready to fire. As soon as Lavi's brain caught up to his situation, he could only think of one thing in his adrenaline filled haze: Run.

He twisted out of the way and scrambled to his feet, running away from the Akuma and heading for a copse of firs, hoping to lose the bulbous demon in the trees. It followed after, finding Lavi an easier target than the others.

Tyki caught sight of him first, yellow eyes wide as he saw the Akuma trailing behind the redhead. "Lavi!"

The call grabbed Allen's attention, and he sucked in a breath when he saw what was happening. Without a thought he ran after Lavi, boots digging up chunks of dirt and grass with each hurried step.

Lavi ran, legs and arms pumping at breakneck speed to escape the Akuma on his heels. The treeline was only a few yards away when his foot caught on a hole in the ground, likely some small animal's home. He twisted his ankle, crashing against the ground and tumbling through the long grass. He tried to get up again, but his ankle gave under his weight. On his back, he looked up to see that same level one, staring at him with cold, dead eyes as it aimed the cannon again. Lavi squeezed his eye shut and prayed it would be over quickly.

But the pain never came. Instead, something crashed on top of him, forcing the air out of his lungs. He heard the shots fire, explosions, and smelled that rancid stench of dusted Akuma that always hung in the air after they were killed. When Lavi opened his eye, all he saw was white.

White and red.

"L-Lavi? Are you o-okay?"

Allen's voice shook like his body did, and when Lavi pushed him back, he saw the blood seeping through the fabric of his shirt just on his right shoulder. The black pentacles grew across his neck and face, marring his white skin. It was then that Lavi realized Allen had taken the Akuma's bullet for him.

"Al! Al, are you crazy?!" He pushed Allen off him, laying him down on the grass. Allen winced as he was moved, but didn't complain. Lavi stripped back the bloodied fabric to check the wound. It wasn't as bad as he had thought, but he still needed treatment.

Allen chuckled. "C-Couldn't let you get hit."

Lavi shook his head as he began ripping up strips of Allen's already ruined shirt. "You shouldn't have done it." As he wrapped the wound and worked on stopping the blood flow, he caught sight of Tyki coming towards them. Lavi didn't miss the furious look on his face, or how heavy his footfalls were.

Allen coughed and tried to sit up, but Lavi forced him back down against the ground. "What happened to the rest of the Akuma?" he asked, looking at Tyki as he stopped next to them. He had their discarded packs in hand and dropped them near Allen's head.

"Be careful—" Lavi started, but shrunk back when Tyki glared at him. He hadn't seen him this pissed in a long time, and it left his blood cold.

"I took care of them, like you couldn't," Tyki snapped at Allen, his jaw clenched tight.

Allen stiffened up at his words, eyebrows pinched together. "I told you not to kill them! If you destroy an Akuma with something other than Innocence—"

"Spare me your goodie-goodie lecture, boy!" Tyki bent down and yanked open one of the bags, violently rifling through it. "If I hadn't taken care of them, we'd all be captured or dead by now. But please, tell me again about how I shouldn't have saved our asses."

Allen glared up at Tyki, unbothered by Lavi wrapping his wound. The black pentacles still danced over his pale skin, but slowly faded as his parasitic Innocence purified his blood. Had Lavi been hit, he would've been dust by now. "You destroyed those souls, Tyki. They can't be released. You don't get to decide—"

"Shut up and save your breath. I'm not listening." Tyki pulled out a wad of bandages and a fresh shirt, handing both to Lavi.

Allen narrowed his eyes. "If you don't like it, you're more than welcome to go back home."

Tyki leaned in closer, barely keeping his teeth from grinding together. "You would fucking love that, wouldn't—"

"Enough!" Lavi shouted, so flustered with their bickering that his hands were shaking. He fastened the last knot in the bandages and helped Allen to his feet and into the fresh shirt. "We don't have time for this. Let's get to town before we're ambushed again. Allen needs to see a doctor." He pulled Allen's uninjured arm over his shoulder and eased him back towards the road. The fight had taken them off course nearly a quarter of a mile.

"Thank you, Lavi," Allen said, his voice softening. He avoided looking at or speaking to Tyki, but the tension remained stifling.

Tyki grabbed their bags and cursed under his breath before stalking off ahead. He didn't bother to wait for them as he headed back to the road.

Lavi took a deep breath and ignored Tyki for the moment. He could only deal with one crisis at a time. "Can you walk? I think we've stopped the bleeding for the moment, but if you feel faint, I can carry you."

Allen smiled and it looked more genuine than it had in days. "I should be okay. Besides, you're a little banged up yourself. That was quite the tumble you took."

Lavi didn't want to admit it, but he was definitely hurt. His ankle ached with each step, and he had skinned his palms and knees when he had fallen. He didn't want to think about all the bruises he'd have come tomorrow.

"I'll be fine. You're the one taking bullets for me," Lavi said, trying to lighten the mood. He chuckled, but even he could hear the strain in his own voice.

"And I would do it again if I had to," Allen added, his voice softer than before. He tightened his fingers into Lavi's shirt as they limped along through the grass.

Lavi swallowed, his stomach twisting in a hot knot of guilt. These quiet, soft moments between them reminded him too much of how they'd been before everything went to Hell, before everything was too complicated. He ignored it, shoved the painful mix of feelings down into his guts to fester.

"C'mon," he said, tightening his grip on Allen. "Let's hurry up and get to town before you bleed all over my last shirt."

Allen laughed. "Right. We can't have that, can we?"

xXxXxXx

The inn room was cramped, the two small beds barely fitting into the space without butting up against each other. Their packs were tossed back by the far wall, just under the window. Lavi had been fussing over Allen for nearly an hour since they'd returned from seeing the physician. The doctor stitched him up without issues and he would be fine with some rest, but the way Lavi fretted about him left Tyki off-kilter. He had a burning sensation in his chest that refused to abate, and it only grew when he looked at the redhead.

Tyki kicked at the blankets on the bed, unable to find a comfortable position. It was late, and he wanted to sleep and forget about this whole damned day. He tried to close his eyes against the last lit lamp in the room, but every time Lavi moved or he heard the creak of the bedsprings next to him, it set his nerves on edge. Finally, he couldn't take the tiny noises or the cold expanse of mattress next to him anymore.

"Leave him alone already. He's fucking unconscious from the medicine the doctor gave him. Stop mothering him."

Lavi huffed, his shoulders stiffening up. "I'm just checking his bandages. It'll only be another minute."

"He's not gonna die, Red. Give it a rest." Tyki grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and tossed it at him. It smacked him lightly on the backside before landing on the floor. He heard Lavi sigh before bending over and grabbing it. When he turned to face Tyki, a frown marred his face.

"What the fuck is your problem? You've been riding my ass all day, and you were a complete asshole to Allen." He threw the pillow back at Tyki, hitting him in the chest.

"Oh, I haven't even begun to ride your a—"

"Tyki."

The exhausted tone in Lavi's voice swayed him enough to drop the attitude. He let out a slow breath through his nose, eyes on Lavi. "I don't have a problem."

"Try again, and this time don't lie to me. I can tell the difference—I'm a Bookman."

"Former Bookman," Tyki clarified.

Lavi said nothing in return and stood there, staring at Tyki with an unwavering gaze. The silence ate away at Tyki's nerves. He knew what was wrong, what he was feeling, but he wasn't about to share that with anyone, especially Lavi.

He'd been feeling a lot of things lately—too many things for his own good—and they all revolved around the redhead. But today drove the nail into his heart for how everything had turned out. It didn't help that he'd been worried about Lavi for months now as they traveled to Liverpool in search of a way to remove the Noah memories from him and Allen. They'd been tracked by the other Noah and Akuma alike, and without his Innocence to fight with, Lavi was as helpless as a bunny when they got into a battle. Today hadn't been the only close call he had had with the Akuma, but it had been by far the closest. It left Tyki feeling weak and worried, and he couldn't stop thinking about how he'd almost lost Lavi today—

If it hadn't been for Allen Walker.

And there was the salt in his wound, another insecurity that gnawed on him like a dog with a bone. Allen had saved Lavi, not him. Allen had risked his life—hurt himself—all for Lavi. And Lavi, in turn, doted on him for it. It rubbed Tyki the wrong way, and ate at his nerves until they were frayed and sharp like wires.

He should have saved Lavi. Lavi should be paying attention to him, not Allen. But like hell he was going to admit to feeling jealous.

The silence had gone on long enough to feel awkward. Tyki sighed and grabbed Lavi's wrist, tugging him down into the bed. Lavi let out an undignified squeak when he lost his balance and tumbled against Tyki. He fell into his lap, and nearly knocked him back against the mattress from the force of his fall. Lavi sucked in a breath, likely to complain, but Tyki cut him off before he could begin.

"Stop being so reckless. You're gonna get yourself killed if you're not careful."

Lavi blinked, the stiffness in his muscles relaxing as he sat back on Tyki's thighs. He watched quietly for a moment before his hands curled into the disheveled sheets. "Were you worried? About me?"

The question hung in the air between them, and Tyki wanted to deny the accusation. It was too difficult to return Lavi's gaze, and he stared at the front of his dirty shirt instead. A lump formed in his throat and he knew that he couldn't quite say the words or admit it. He hated feeling this vulnerable almost as much as the thought of Lavi getting hurt.

Instead, he reached up and ran his hand through Lavi's hair. The deep red strands barely touched his shoulders. "Your hair's gotten longer." He knew he was blatantly avoiding Lavi's question, so much so that there was no way Lavi didn't catch it as well. But instead of pressing the previous subject, Lavi just leaned into the touch.

"Kinda hard to cut it while we're on the run."

Tyki lay back on the mattress, pulling Lavi with him. A smirk twitched up on his lips. "Don't cut it. I like it."

"Oh?" Lavi asked, shifting as he braced his hands against the bed. Tyki's hands were still in his hair, stroking the soft strands. "Maybe I'll leave it long, then…"

It was subtle, but just the thought of Lavi keeping his hair longer for him left Tyki buzzing. He slid a hand to the back of Lavi's neck and pulled him in for a kiss, deep and lingering. Lavi stiffened up at the touch, fingers digging into the sheets. Tyki slid his free hand over Lavi's backside, hips rutting up into Lavi's with obvious want. Lavi let out a soft moan before pulling away.

"We shouldn't." Lavi's gaze slid over to the other bed. "Allen's right there, and—"

"Who cares. He's dead to the world. He won't hear a thing." Tyki rolled them on the bed, now pinning Lavi against the sheets as he grinned down at him. "C'mon, I know you want me. I can feel it." To illustrate his point, he ran a hand over Lavi's crotch, feeling up his half-hard cock still trapped in the confines of his pants.

Lavi flushed, embarrassed as he averted his gaze and stared at the wall. "That doesn't make it right to do it."

"What? Don't want your precious Allen to know how much you like it?" Tyki felt that hot knot of jealousy in his guts again, the one that grew whenever he knew Lavi was thinking about Allen. He clenched his jaw, the grin on his face painfully fake. "Afraid he'll wake up and see what a slut you are for me?"

He watched Lavi's eyebrows pinch tight and his lips dip down into a frown. "Knock it off. Don't talk to me like that."

"Why? Say it's not true." Tyki pressed in closer, his lips brushing Lavi's ear as he rubbed their hips together. His voice lowered into a husky whisper. "Say you don't love when I fuck you raw and senseless. Say you don't want me to bite you and bruise you until you're nothing but a screaming mess under me."

Lavi swallowed, his hands digging into Tyki's shirt. He didn't push him away, though, and Tyki could hear his breath coming in faster, felt his heart beating like a drum in his chest. "T-Tyki, stop…" The words came out stuttered and weak.

"Stop what? This?" Tyki asked, running his tongue up he shell of Lavi's ear as he slipped his hand between them and palmed his growing erection. He smoothed his hand over the taut fabric for a moment before popping the button and pulling open his pants. "You don't want me to stop. You want it—you just don't want to admit it."

Lavi's hips arched into Tyki's touch, and when his fingers finally wrapped around his hard, hot flesh, the redhead whined into his shoulder. "Tyki…"

"Say it, Red," Tyki mumbled, moving his lips down Lavi's neck and sucking dark bruises into the skin. "Say you want me."

Biting his lip, Lavi turned his head. He looked towards the other bed, where Allen lay. That knot of jealousy tightened and Tyki bit hard on his shoulder, nearly drawing blood. Lavi hissed in pain, jerking away.

Tyki pulled back enough to meet his gaze. He grabbed Lavi's chin forcing him to look at only him as he continued to pump his erection. "Say it," he repeated, his tone low and threatening as he stared down at Lavi. He felt a heavy bead of precum ooze from the tip of Lavi's cock, dribbling over his fingers.

Lavi sucked in a breath, a shudder running deep down his spine. He closed his eye for a moment, his lips trembling as Tyki continued to grip his chin and stroke his dick. "Y-Yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"I want you," Lavi said, swallowing hard and gasping as his hips jerked up into Tyki's touch. "I want you, Tyki."

Satisfied, Tyki let go of Lavi's chin and swooped down for a rough kiss. He forced his tongue into Lavi's mouth, stealing his breath and stroking him faster. He felt Lavi's moans vibrating on his tongue, swallowing them down like the finest wine.

He enjoyed teasing Lavi for a few more minutes before sitting up and ripping at Lavi's clothes. It had been too long since they'd fooled around and Tyki wanted it to be done right—skin on skin.

Lavi lay back on the bed, staring up at him as he was stripped. When Tyki finished, he got up off the bed and rummaged through one of their packs until he found a tub of ointment. With a grin, he tossed it on the bed and yanked off his own clothes before sliding back on top of the redhead, kissing him once more. Their mutual erections rubbed up against each other, and they both groaned at the friction.

Tyki straddled Lavi's hips, working their lengths together as he kissed down his neck and sucked more bruises into his skin. He marked everywhere he could—biting, sucking, grabbing, and scratching at Lavi until there was no doubt that he'd been thoroughly fucked. He did it selfishly, knowing full well that Allen would see the marks tomorrow and know what they'd been up to. He wanted him to know, wanted everyone to know that Lavi was his and his alone.

He took his time, making his way over every inch of the redhead's body. There was no place that Tyki hadn't touched with either his hands or his mouth. He hummed against Lavi's skin, sucking one of his nipples and kneading his ass.

"Tyki," Lavi whispered, threading his fingers into his dark hair and tugging gently. His hips rocked up with a dizzy need.

With a chuckle, Tyki worked his way down Lavi's body until his breath teased at the hot flesh of his cock. "You're so easy, Red. I can read you like a book." He ran a finger up Lavi's shaft and listened to him choke on a gasp. Without warning, he leaned in and took Lavi into his mouth, sucking down his dick and massaging it with his tongue. Every noise he pulled from him was the most beautiful music. Tyki soaked it all in, each groan and moan and wanton gasp. Each sound stroked his ego, reminded him that he was the only one that could make the redhead unravel like that. He was the only one that made Lavi cry for more. He was the one Lavi wanted.

And he was going to keep it that way.

Sliding his mouth off Lavi's throbbing member, Tyki looked down at him with a sly smile. "Do you wanna fuck me?"

Lavi blinked, still buzzing from the oral stimulation. He shook his head, confused. "What?"

Tyki grabbed the tub of ointment and pushed it into Lavi's hand. "Fuck me. You know you want to."

Lavi opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He looked from the tub and back to Tyki, confusion still clear on his face. "You—" He paused, swallowing hard. Tyki watched him intensely, waiting for a response. "We've never done that before…"

"So? Let's do it now. C'mon, fuck me, Lavi."

He saw Lavi visibly shiver as soon as he used his name. Tyki didn't say it often, and it was usually only to get a rise out of him. This time was no different, and he could already see the hunger in his eye.

Lavi said nothing, but Tyki watched his trembling hands pop open the tub and dip his fingers into the ointment. He slipped his hand between Tyki's legs, cautiously fingering his entrance. Tyki smirked down at him, amused by the half-aroused half-petrified look on his face.

"So gentle, Red. You afraid I'll break?" he asked, spreading his thighs wider as he leaned in close and kissed Lavi's neck again, sucking on the already bruised skin.

Lavi pressed one finger in, and Tyki stiffened at the intrusion. The lubricant made the stretch easier, but it still felt weird. He wasn't used to having something inside him.

"Maybe I am," Lavi mumbled. The sincerity in his voice gave Tyki pause. He had been rough with Lavi, even cruel at times, and this genuine concern left him feeling guilty.

"Don't be," Tyki said, pushing himself down against Lavi's finger. When Lavi tried to pull away, Tyki grabbed his hand and held it firm. Lavi looked up at him, breath caught in his throat. Tyki met his gaze, calm but stern. "I told you to fuck me, Red. Don't play nice. I want you to wreck me."

Lavi swallowed, but stopped trying to pull away. He lay there, quietly watching Tyki. Tyki thought he was about to protest again when he felt the second finger slip into his backside. He moaned, resting his forehead against Lavi's shoulder as the redhead fingered his ass.

With a breathless chuckle, Tyki dug his nails into Lavi's shoulders to keep his hands from shaking. "C'mon, Red. You can do better than that. Make me feel it."

There was a moment of silence, and Tyki was sure he'd pushed Lavi too far. The fingers were pulled from his ass, but before he could complain, he was on his back with Lavi pinning him to the bed. Lavi hitched one of Tyki's legs over his shoulder and went back to stretching him. Tyki gasped at the intrusion, back arching off the bed. Lavi's face was set tight with lust and determination. Two fingers were quickly joined by a third, and Tyki bit back a cry. The stretch burned and ached, but he refused to take back his demands. He wanted Lavi to have him, to fuck him as hard and ruthlessly as Tyki had fucked him. Maybe if he gave him that, Tyki would stop feeling guilty.

Maybe if he gave him that, Lavi wouldn't leave him for Allen.

The painful stretching only lasted a few minutes, and when Lavi pulled his fingers free, Tyki felt that emptiness inside. It was worse than the discomfort, and he hated how he craved it. Lavi grabbed the ointment again, smoothing a hefty amount on his hardness, and pressed it against Tyki's entrance. He only held back for a second before plunging in all the way.

Tyki groaned and nearly bit through his lip when Lavi seated himself deep inside. He panted, eyes screwed shut against the pain. Was this how it always felt? Was this what he put Lavi through night after night?

Lavi pulled his hair, tilting his chin back and capturing his lips with a searing kiss. He worked his hips, rocking into Tyki with a steady pace. Tyki whined into his mouth, but the redhead only tightened his grip, kissing him harder and drinking down his cries.

Lavi thrust faster, his hips working into Tyki roughly. Needing something to hold onto, Tyki wrapped his arms around Lavi, grasping at his back and scoring it with his nails. Lavi broke off their kiss, burying his face into Tyki's neck as he moaned and fucked him harder.

And then, Tyki felt it. Lavi had shifted his hips just right, and he could feel a pressure as he brushed up against that sweet spot inside. Tyki sucked in a breath, nails digging deeper into Lavi's shoulders as he tried to swallow the moan that bubbled up from his throat. It felt good, edging away the pain he'd been feeling and leaving his guts a mushy, warm mess. His cock, still hard and unattended, leaked precum as it rubbed against his and Lavi's stomachs.

"Fuck, Red," Tyki groaned out, back arching. "Feels so good."

Lavi grinned against his shoulder, teeth grazing over his skin. He snapped his hips up, earning him a gasp from Tyki, and once he found the right spot to hit, he rammed into it again and again, until Tyki's eyes crossed.

It was so hard to keep their voices down that Tyki wasn't sure if their unconscious roommate would wake and see them in the midst of a passionate fucking, but he was hard-pressed to admit that the idea didn't excite him. Maybe he wanted Allen to see it—to have the proof that Lavi was his.

Not stopping the rough pace, Lavi dug his nails into Tyki's hips as he watched the Noah unravel under him. His lips quirked up into a smirk. "Who's the slut now?" he asked between breaths, fucking Tyki harder and harder.

Each pass came so fast that Tyki couldn't tell if Lavi was thrusting in or out of him at any given moment. All he knew was it hurt so good and his body was burning up from the tension in his muscles. He couldn't even bother to snap back at the redhead when he threw his earlier words back in his face. He was too far gone.

A few more minutes passed and Lavi gasped, hips losing their steady rhythm. Tyki felt a sudden warmth flooding his insides as Lavi cursed under his breath, head tucked against his sweaty neck. He came, rutting into Tyki with abandon as he spilled himself inside him. When he finished, he collapsed against Tyki's chest, clinging to him tightly.

Arousal still burned hot in Tyki's veins and he tightened his fingers into Lavi's hair as the redhead fought to catch his breath. "Is that it?" he asked, rocking his hips up against Lavi's spent body. "I expected more from you."

Lavi chuckled. "Now I know why you like fucking me so much," he mumbled, crawling up on his hands and knees, then reaching for the tub of ointment.

Tyki watched him with a curious gaze as Lavi popped the tub open and smoothed the lubricant over Tyki's still hard arousal. He groaned at the touch, closing his eyes as Lavi stroked him three times before letting go again. He didn't open them again until he heard Lavi let out a pitiful groan, and the sight before him left him breathless. Lavi worked his fingers into his own ass, stretching himself with ease as he bit his lip to keep some of the deeper groans from reverberating in the room. Once he was finished, he crawled on top of Tyki, legs on either side of his hips, then sat down and impaled himself onto Tyki's throbbing cock.

After being untouched since they'd began, and having his ass rammed into next week, Tyki could do nothing but moan and toss his head back against the sheets as Lavi encompassed him. Fuck, he knew he couldn't last long, not with all the teasing he'd endured, and the feeling of Lavi's seed leaking out of his ass while he straddled his dick left Tyki hot and bothered. It was too sexy, too intimate, and when Lavi started to move, Tyki bit his lip to suck down a cry of delight.

Lavi worked his hips, thrusting himself onto Tyki's hardness. He let out pitiful cries with each movement, no doubt overstimulated after his own orgasm. Tyki watched him bounce up and down on his lap, taking him in with ease. He was gorgeous, beautiful, and Tyki couldn't keep his eyes off him.

Reaching up, Tyki ran his hands over Lavi's taut stomach, dragging nails over his hips and inner thighs. He felt the tremor of his muscles as he continued to fuck himself on Tyki, and after a few minutes, his dick grew hard once more. "You look so good with my cock inside you," Tyki mumbled, grinning up at Lavi.

Lavi panted, feeling the deep stretch as he bottomed out on Tyki thrust after thrust. He stared down at Tyki, his mouth open as he groaned against each movement. Reaching down, he wrapped a hand around himself, crying out at the touch. His cock was already red and hard again, and Tyki's eyes widened at the sight of the Lavi wrecking himself on top of him.

Unable to just lay back and watch, he reached out and pushed Lavi's hands away, pumping his length. Lavi cried out again, louder this time, his eye squeezed shut as he continued to bounce on Tyki's cock. "Ahhh…" he whined, fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs. His hips lost their rhythm, and Tyki could see him struggle to keep upright.

Tyki slid a hand along Lavi's jaw, curling fingers around the back of his neck. When Lavi opened his eye and returned the gaze, Tyki pulled him down for a long, deep kiss. His tongue invaded Lavi's mouth, swallowing his muffled moans. Tyki hummed in pleasure, his hand slipping away from Lavi's length and grabbing at his hip. When he pulled his lips away, he grinned up at Lavi. Without a word, he rolled their bodies on the bed, pinning Lavi to the mattress.

Lavi's green eye went wide as he looked up at Tyki hovering over him with a ridiculous smirk. Before he could comment, Tyki went in hard, pounding into Lavi's ass relentlessly. The redhead choked on a cry, and shoved a hand into his mouth before he could be too loud.

"C'mon, Red. Let me hear you scream," Tyki said, a moan punctuating his sentence as he worked himself into Lavi at a rough, fast pace. He could already feel Lavi's body stiffening up under him, strained in ecstasy. Tyki tugged the hand from his mouth, and was greeted with a beautiful gasp from Lavi's lips.

Lavi watched him, eye half-lidded and his chest heaving. "T-Tyki no. I don't want to—"

"Yes, you do," Tyki insisted, thrusting his hips harder just to pull another moan out of Lavi. "You only want to be quiet because of him."

The accusation hung in the air between them, but Tyki never stopped his frantic pace. The slap of wet skin on skin echoed in the room. "I—" Lavi started, but another hard thrust left him crying out. Tyki grinned, knowing he hit him deep enough to knock the wind from his lungs.

Leaning in, Tyki latched his lips onto Lavi's neck, sucking his already red and purple skin. The mottled bruises and bite marks littered his shoulders and neck. "I want to hear you beg," he whispered hoarsely into Lavi's ear before pulling the pierced lobe between his lips to roll it over his tongue. Lavi shivered and groaned, his hips canting up against Tyki's. He slipped his hand between his and Tyki's stomachs, stroking himself fast and dirty. A moan rumbled in the back of his throat.

"T-Tyki," Lavi whined, his breath hitching on his name, "Please…"

One of Tyki's hands gripped Lavi's hips tighter, and he licked up his neck as he continued to fuck him. "Please what, Red?"

"P-Please," Lavi stuttered out, spreading his legs wider. "Fuck me harder."

Tyki felt his stomach twist pleasantly at Lavi's words. He kissed Lavi, rutting his hips harder than before and rocking into the redhead with such force that the bedframe rattled against the wall. It only took a moment at that impossibly painful pace to make Lavi cum, plastering his and Tyki's stomachs in white. The mess between them only pushed him further, and Tyki fucked Lavi with abandon, plunging in and out of him recklessly. Lavi moaned helplessly under him, fingernails digging into his sides as his limbs shook and his back arched against him.

When Tyki came, he nearly blacked out from the suddenness of it. His vision went white as his hips rocked into Lavi slower and more erratic than before. By the time he'd finished, cum was already oozing from Lavi's abused hole, and the redhead was left panting and whining against the sheets. Tyki pulled out, the slick sound accompanied by his own pitiful groan. He collapsed next to Lavi on the bed, breathing hard as he brushed his sweat laden bangs from his forehead. There were both a sticky mess, cum and sweat covering their bodies. Tyki didn't mind the stained sheets or dirty skin. He pulled Lavi close and kissed him deeply, tongue in his mouth and a moan rumbling in the back of his throat. Lavi submitted easily, a hand curling along Tyki's neck.

When the kiss broke apart, Tyki pulled Lavi up against his chest and held him close. He was surprised how quickly Lavi relaxed against him, head resting on his shoulder and arm around his waist. Tyki carded his fingers through Lavi's sweaty hair, smoothing out the strands and untangling some of the knots. They said nothing, only the sound of their softening breaths filling the darkened room. Before Tyki could think to even grab the sheet to cover them for the night, he fell asleep tangled in Lavi's limbs.

xXxXxXx

The sounds of shuffling and something scraping against the wood flooring edged Lavi out of sleep. With a groan, he turned, lifting his head up from the pillow just enough to see what was making the racket. He wanted to keep sleeping, but his body ached from his and Tyki's late night activities. Every position was uncomfortable, and no matter what, he couldn't fall back asleep.

When he cracked open his good eye, he saw Allen. His back was to Lavi as he shoved his clothes and supplies into his travel pack, obviously flustered. It took Lavi a moment for his brain to make the connection, but when he did he felt a stab of anxiety in his chest. He was still visibly naked and roughed up, as he and Tyki hadn't bothered to clean themselves up before falling asleep last night.

Lavi sat up, dizzy from the suddenness of the movement, and pulled the sheet up to cover himself better. He didn't even have to look at his body to know it was littered in bruises, bites, and scratches, tell-tale signs of a night spent with Tyki. He swallowed, his throat dry and parched as he watched Allen pack his bag. "A-Al… I—"

"I'm going down to get some food from the kitchens before we leave," Allen snapped, cutting Lavi off and refusing to meet his gaze. "Meet me there when you two are decent."

The cold bite of Allen's tone left Lavi frozen in place. He gripped at the dirty sheets, hesitating as he tried to find the right words to say. "Allen, wait. I'm sorry."

Before Allen could reply, Tyki hummed and sat up in bed. He draped himself over Lavi, arms curled around his lanky frame, and rested his chin on the redhead's shoulder. Lavi stiffened at the contact as Tyki blatantly fondled his chest and hips.

"Ooh, seems someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He kept his yellow eyes on Allen, the smirk nearly breaking his face in two. Allen tried to ignore him, but Tyki continued to run his mouth. "Maybe you just need a good roll in the sheets to loosen up, boy? Care to join us one of these nights? I'm sure Red won't mind being passed between us."

Allen said nothing, but the frown on his face deepened as he shot Tyki a scornful look. He left the room, slamming the door behind him. Tyki chuckled and Lavi felt him kiss over his neck and shoulders as he smoothed his hands over his skin.

"He's pissed," Tyki said, amusement in his voice.

Lavi jerked out of his grasp, anger burning hot in his chest. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why did you do that?!" He stumbled out of bed, legs weak and uncoordinated as the sheets untangled from his naked form. He turned to Tyki and scowled at him.

Tyki leaned back, not bothering to cover himself up and sat unabashedly staring back at the redhead. "What did I do?"

"Are you kidding me, Tyki? Seriously?!" Lavi stomped towards the small washroom and began to clean up as he continued to berate him. "There's no reason for you to shove it in his face. You're just being an asshole for no reason."

"And why should I be nice?" Tyki asked, still lounging in bed, the sheets barely covering him. A touch of anger tainted his tone as he stared at the washroom doorway. "You're mine. I'm just making sure he knows it."

Lavi had only started the water in the tub when he caught Tyki's words. He grabbed a dry towel and cinched it around his waist before stomping back into the main room. He glared over at Tyki, his green eye narrowed. "Let's get one thing straight here. I am not a possession you can own." He could feel his heart beating faster, the anger and anxiety bubbling up inside him like black tar. They'd gone over this time and again, but peace had never been found between the three of them. "Allen is my friend and I care about him. Stop terrorizing him and have some goddamned tact for once."

Pushing back the sheets, Tyki sat on the edge of the bed and stared back at Lavi with a distrustful gaze. "The only reason you care so much what he thinks is because you're still in love with him. And he clearly has feelings for you, too."

Lavi turned around then, his shoulders tight as he headed back into the washroom to bathe. "I'm not talking about this with you right now." He closed the door and dropped the towel from around his waist before dipping into the half full tub. The water scalded his abused skin, but he ignored the pain as he grabbed a washcloth to scrub at the dried cum on his stomach. He suddenly felt sick, like his stomach was full of rotten food.

Of course, the closed door meant nothing to Tyki. He phased through the wall, naked and irate as he stormed to the bathtub. He glared down at Lavi as the water continued to pour into the ceramic tub. "If you're so worried about his feelings, why don't you go fuck him, too?" The words were spit with such venom that Lavi visibly shrank back from him. "I don't fucking care, but I guarantee you I'm the better lay."

"Tyki, please," Lavi begged, avoiding his gaze as he finally shut off the faucet. "I can't do this again."

"Yeah? Well, too damn bad. You started it by taking his side again."

Lavi squeezed the wet washcloth in his hands, fingers shaking from the tight grip. "I'm not taking sides! Why do you keep insisting I am?" He looked up at Tyki, and even as upset as he was, he could still see the hurt in those yellow eyes. Lavi softened, that sick feeling in his guts doubling in intensity. "I'm with you, Tyki. I'm sleeping with you. Why do you keep doubting me?"

Tyki let out a breath and moved away from the tub. He watched Lavi intensely for a long moment before speaking again. "I may have your body, but he has your heart."

Lavi didn't know what to say. He couldn't speak, couldn't breathe as he looked back at Tyki. He wanted to deny it, to tell him it wasn't true, but the words wouldn't come—they died in his throat, suffocated by his own doubts.

Without a word, Tyki turned and left, phasing through the door the same way he entered. He could hear shuffling and movement in the other room, then silence. Lavi swallowed, a lump stuck in his throat as he leaned against the edge of the bathtub. "…Tyki?" he called, his voice timid and weak. "Tyki?" There was no answer.

His stomach churned again, and Lavi spilled its contents on the floor, choking on the bitter bile. When he finished, he sunk in the tub and lay back to stare at the ceiling, the stench of fresh vomit hanging in the air.