Title: Happy Birthday
Summary: Allen was ready to face his birthday in solitude - that is before Tyki showed up.
Warning: explicit, fluff and smut, graphic sex, teeny bit of angst, orgasn denial, multiple orgasms, frottage, oral sex, anal sex, barebacking, 69.
Characters: Allen Walker, Tyki Mikk, Timcanpy
Pairing: Poker Pair or TykiLlen
Rating: M, 18+
It's been a while. This is part 1 of a 6-part story. Each part will be uploaded ~24h apart so please spare me from empty 'update soon' comments.
Still salty how popular poker pair rape fics are. Another attempt to bleach them from my brain. Merry Christmas for me and everyone else shipping these dorks, I'm having them bang in my capital.
First Gift - Invitation
Allen glanced at the large clock hung out near the platform. 23:09. The last run was bound to arrive any second. Silver eyes flickered around nervously, unsettled by the empty underground station. Though perhaps, it shouldn't take him by surprise that much, people are usually asleep during cold winter Thursday nights like this. Timcanpy used that time to comfortably perch on top of Allen's head, tails curling around his shoulders.
Allen wasn't that much interested in technology, but he was silently thanking his luck that Budapest, similarly to London, also had underground railway. It was quite handy, it seemed to confuse Apocryphos, most likely because it was quite packed and the concrete and masses of people dulled his senses. Also, it was perfect to gain distance; to his luck, it stopped just a few blocks away from the Western Railway Station.
Usually he preferred to move around in daylight, when he could blend into the crowd, but lately Apocryphos was too close. He considered moving at night, but as he discovered, Apocryphos was drawn to his awake state. The Independent Innocence had almost caught up with him numerous times. He needed to move to a larger, more densely populated area so he could preserve the mobility he needed to get away from this beast.
Begrudgingly, Allen admitted he was getting way too crafty for his own good. He was cheating and manipulating people for his continued survival - and he was enjoying it more and more. Quite unbefitting behaviour from a gentleman and an Apostle of God. He was starting to become like his Master - though he has yet to seduce people. He didn't go further than light flirting and he didn't even have to. For some reason, people seemed to be drawn to him. More often than not, people patted him or caressed his forearm, his lower thigh and once even his butt. As he was approaching adulthood, he realised he was starting to become more… attractive in the eyes of others. Honestly, the thought made him flustered. Having people interested in him was the last thing he expected, with a scarred and freakish appearance like his, which is why he felt bad for sort of using them... He hoped it should be fine as long as he doesn't hurt anyone.
It was thanks to a prostitute called Dorottya, or Dori for short, excitedly mentioned the new mean of transport when she massaged his back to help him fall asleep.
If he could get to the railway station and board a train, then he could get a ride all the way to Switzerland, where the Catholic Church wasn't as strong. If he were to be discovered in a Protestant or non-Christian country, the hassle with administration and local authority would buy him plenty of time to disappear.
The heavy screech of the metro's arrival pulled Allen out if his wanderings. He shook his head, he really should not zone out like that when three different parties were on his trail.
A compartment came to stop right before him, then the double doors folded open. Allen wasted no time to get inside and validate his ticket. He took the seat opposite to the door so if trouble arose he could bolt out, leaving any potential pursuer to ride until the next stop.
The bell rang and the doors slid closed, the train immediately rolling forward. The vehicle took on speed fast, the next second Allen could hear the wind whistling as they rolled. Five stops and he's off.
Which is why, he kept reminding himself, he should not give into his drowsiness and fall asleep just yet. Once he boarded the international train he could afford nodding off. He just needed to hold out a little more. He sent a grateful smile at Tim who kept nudging him to keep him awake.
Hazy grey eyes snapped wide open, his heartbeat picked up, body tensed in a state of arousal he failed to identify. Tim got off his head, fluttering around confused. Allen ignored him as he leaned forward, stuck between the feeling of intrigue and weariness. His senses that sharpened to keen these months rang the alarm in his head. There was something out there. Something eerily familiar that he both knew and did not. It felt like he knew what it was, but Allen didn't know where to place this feeling.
He held his back, feeling it approach. His body jolted, panic exploding in his veins as it whizzed past- no whizzed right through him- and settled draped over his shoulder, settling there in the form if a warm weight.
He smelled something saccharine sweet just a moment before a deep, velvety voice purred into his ear. "Hello, Boy."
For seconds, Allen could only blink in his shock with his mouth falling open seeing Tyki's own widening into a grin. Timcanpy instantly camped back on Allen's head, growling at the man animously.
"I see I managed to surprise you more than usual this time," the man remarked smugly, as if he didn't appear from plain air. He didn't recall Tyki having such ability?
Did it have anything to do with the awakening of Joyd?
"Tyki," Allen breathed now that he found his voice; "What in the-? What are you-? How?" Just how did the Noah of Pleasure appear out of thin air?!
Tyki snickered at his confusion, his unoccupied hand moving to tousle Allen's hair, smug that Timcanpy couldn't bite him despite his attempts. "My, a mess aren't we? While it is cute, I much prefer that determined gaze of yours, boy."
Tyki's grin widened further as the boy recoiled, pushing himself in the thin wall of the vehicle. In a second he recollected himself and while maintaining his distance he glared at the Noah. "Answer my question."
"What question?" Tyki asked feigning innocence, "You stuttered something but none of those were coherent sentences."
Allen's glare wasn't deterred. Chuckling, Tyki took out a drag of cigarette and lit it.
"Tyki, this is a non-smoking compartment," Allen reminded.
"Well, I could leave but then you'd remain without answers," he reminded cheekily.
Tyki snorted in amusement at Allen's pout.
The wrapped up paper sizzled a dull amber as the flames engulfed the tip. Tyki inhaled through his cigarette and exhaled the smoke, inwardly smirking at the knowledge that the Boy was watching him.
"So," he started watching the curls of fume fascinated - he could never get tired of watching it. "'What in the?'"Alas, he had a much better entertainment at hand, if he played his cards right that is. "I'm sure that's not even a question, you merely shouted out in surprise."
He stole a glance at Allen, biting back a snicker seeing his annoyed expression. Truly, it was endearing.
"Then came 'what are you-?'. I take you meant 'what are you doing over here." He paused to take another drag, taking his sweet time. "Obviously, I came to see you because I'm bored and I missed you."
Just as he wished so, Allen's face crunched in confusion. Adorable.
"And lastly… How did I appear out of thin air?" Another inhale, another snort. "Funny thing really, I didn't know I could do this. I don't really understand the science of it, but Wisely said that we can see objects and colours because the light hits them in a certain way… Which means if I don't let the light touch me, I'm invisible."
Golden irises watched the boy's facial expressions intently, waiting for the information to sink in. It didn't seem to fit in but he could hardly blame the boy, he didn't think it was possible at first either.
"Let me show you."
He held up the arm that wasn't embracing Allen and slowly let the light pass through him. Allen watched awestruck as the limb disappeared from his sight. His body tensed alarmed, unable to comprehend what he was seeing; he couldn't help but jump in his seat when he felt calloused fingers brush his cheek gently. He remained frozen, eyes jumping between the place he felt Tyki's hand cupping his cheek and Tyki's amber eyes. He almost forgot to scowl in annoyance seeing Tyki's coy but handsome - so, so handsome - face. With his left he reached up and slapped away the offensive, alas invisible limb with his Innocence hand.
"Cut the crap," he all but snarled, though to Tyki he looked like some soaked kitty trying to appear larger than it was. "Get to the point. What do you want from me? Poker? Another death match? A date?"
Hoh. Snarky. A smirk spread on Tyki's face relishing the boy's temporarily unstable control over his emotions that he was sure to regret later. Tyki hardly blame him though, he knew firsthand how taxing hunger and lack of sleep paired with neglected health and the paranoia he was sure to experience.
It was insensitive to nag him much - but it was so much fun. "A date?" he repeated with a somewhat mocking edge. "My, I didn't think you'd miss me that much."
"I miss you as much as debt collectors."
Ouch. He did sort of deserve this though.
He held his - now visible - hands up in surrender. "Not in the mood to play, I get it. It wouldn't even be fun, you're in worse shape than last time and that's something."
When he and Road helped the boy escape he was hungry, tired and injured.
Now he was starving, on the verge of collapsing exhausted and still fucking injured, he could feel the boy flinch as Tyki pressed into his scrawny side. He lost weight. His fat reserves seem to be all but completely gone (not that he had a lot to begin with). Extremely unfortunate and concerning when one remembers that this young man was drained - eaten up alive - by that pesky Innocence.
The urge to rip it off, crush it and help the Boy through the transformation was overwhelming. If he saw things their way, he might stop his self-sacrificial nonsense. His blood burned with delight at the thought of having the Boy tied closer to them - to him. He could almost see it: the bronze skin, the amber eyes and the stigmatas adorning his forehead, marking him as a Noah, as one of them, as theirs. In his current condition it wouldn't even be a fight.
It would be so easy.
"I don't have all night. If you have something to say, spit it out, if not leave me alone, I don't have the time to play around with you right now."
Tyki crushed the burnt stub of his cigarette on the heel of his leather shoe.
"You have no time?" He dropped the stub on the ground carelessly, eyes never leaving those fierce silver pools. "Or no patience?"
"Tyki bloody Mikk, I swear-"
"Looks like you need a serious break from everything. Maybe we really should hang out. Let's go on a date."
The boy's jaw comically hung open and gaped like some fish out of water, attempting to form coherent replies but failing. The golem on his head fell off, right into the boy's lap.
The alarm of the closing doors snapped the boy back to reality. He bristled himself, baby hairs flying.
"Are you serious?" he asked in the tone of have you gone nuts?!
"Why not?" Tyki asked shrugging. "I'm bored and you look like you're going to have some massive meltdown if you don't let out some steam right now."
Allen recoiled when Tyki offered his hand, suspicious gaze jumping from his face to his hand, sparing a brief glance at the exit.
"I promise not to harm or kidnap you this time," he said, voice playful, turning into something Allen not even shyly dared to call fondness. "Right now it'll be just you and me. No Noah or Innocence. Just the two of us. And your overfed golem."
Tim grumbled grouchily but Allen remained eyes gazed into his, searching for any hint of dishonesty. Tyki let him make sure that he meant what he said.
"Your call."
The doors snapped wide open, as an invitation for Allen to leave this situation if he pleased. His gaze shifted between the door and Tyki. Tyki felt a pang of sadness seeing a fragile hope in him for something as mundane as a little positive attention.
Loving and being loved was essential, yet many took it for granted; barely any knew how devastating its lack was. Here was this boy fighting for them, so much better and deserving than them and he rarely ever got that essential psychological nutrition - not without some negative repercussion following it.
It was so unfair. Not being able to choose. That he of all people didn't have the choice.
So unfair.
This is why Tyki was glad that he was the Noah of Pleasure, blessed with the ability to choose. Within the boundaries of this world he had the right to decide, to be the Lord over even life and death. A God. Well, an Apostle of a God.
Still, he had much more privileges than the Apostle of both a fake, and through the extension of the 14th, a real God. He was stripped of all freedom, mind and body and now even his very soul enslaved to this accursed war.
But maybe there was a part of him that has yet to be ripped away. Something that even if crushed, could never be taken away. A heart that Tyki could conquer, as the Boy conquered his. That is, if the Bo- Allen let him.
He wasn't sure exactly how much of his feelings were conveyed through his gaze alone, but it was more than enough to stall the boy until the doors slammed closed. This was his first victory against Allen's martyr complex, he thought smugly.
He flashed the boy a charming grin. "Splendid. How about we go and grab a bite?"
The boy's body tensed, lurching forward with eagerness but then faltered. "But bakeries and restaurants are long closed by now. There might be some pubs but I doubt they serve food at this hour."
"I have this as a first aid."
Allen raised an eyebrow seeing a single rosebud. So Tyki wanted a date all long with him?
Wait no, the flower wasn't real. Neither the texture nor the smell matched. This was the source of the saccharine sweetness he smelt earlier. Upon closer inspection, he saw that this was actually coloured aluminium foil shaped into a rosebud. The rose was actually a piece of high quality chocolate in fancy design.
His hand instinctively rose, but he halted mid air, glancing at Tyki for any refusal. Finding none, his hand shot out, ripping off the flower and shoving it in his mouth, discarding the foil to the ground to join Tyki's cigarette.
Tyki watched silently as the boy savoured the tiny but albeit calorie rich treat with so much gusto. It would give him a kick to stay awake until he ate something filling and nutritious.
He placed a hand on the one he helped up to lick off any potential morsel melting to his digits.
"I know a quite good hotel nearby," he continued. "It is huge and the food is amazing. There are lots of foreign customers so they have the kitchen open 24/7. After food you could also have an actual bath and a good night's sleep."
Hearing this the boy froze, eyes snapping onto him.
"Now don't give me that look, I told you you needed a rest." He stopped himself before blurting out something like 'I won't let you leave like that' because then all his chances of a pleasant evening, their relationship and Allen's delicate trust in him would all be ruined. He needed more subtle methods.
"Look, no one benefits if you are fainting - you'd just put yourself into unnecessary danger. Think of this as a strategic rest after a thorough workout. You won't have to worry about Akuma, I'll order them to stay out of the city. The Earl, Road, Wisely and Sheril are honoured guests in Paris, they won't be bugging us and you don't have to worry about the rest. As for Apocryphos, I had the Skulls put up charms to keep him and other Innocence outside. The Order won't come come searching for you in the hotel, they are guarding all the Christmas festivals around the world fearing that the large crowds will attract Akuma."
Allen held his gaze, silver eyes flickering in with the rapid speed they passed by the tunnel lights.
His eyes flickered down to Tyki' outstretched hand, palm turned up, beckoning the him.
Looking up he saw no dark intentions swirling in Tyki's eyes. It wasn't the Noah talking from him, just Tyki, the human.
The compartment came to stop.
He let out a long sigh. In the moment his being refused to leave, he knew there was no going back. He didn't want to go. As weak and selfish it was... he wanted to stay.
Hesitantly, as if the moment would break: as if it roused him from the strange, delicate hallucination he was surely having in this empty compartment would dissolve into oblivion; as if the Tyki before him would drifted away like a dream; Allen placed his right hand in Tyki's left almost shily. The elegant, gloved hand closed around his slowly, encompassing it in Tyki's body heat.
It was so warm. His hand was so warm.
Glancing back up, Tyki's soft amber eyes greeted him, making his heart pulse faster, the warmth in his hand travelling up to his centre and settle in his chest, melting into the days and weeks of void cold he felt until now.
By their joined hands, Tyki pulled him up gently guiding him to the open doors.
He was so warm. So warm.
This was actually meant to be heavy, kinky public transport sex but somehow ended up in this sweet lovemaking? I am shook. I definitely plan to have that idea written out as well but I guess I wanted to flip a methaphorical middle finger at the assholes who depict Tyki as a rapist as part of romance and those who shit on the ship under bullshit accusations ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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