Back from hiatus, and the first thing I write is this.

Oh, and before I forget, I do not own DGM, Tyki or Kanda. If I did I would make Tyki fuck Kanda senseless in the manga.

WARNING: EXTREMELY DARK AND ANGSTY PART UP AHEAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE EASILY DISTURBED BY RAPE.

Chapter 10 – Breaking Point

The morning mist still hung in the air, and the still cold atmosphere of early dawn brought shivers to his body. Even though he felt better already, but there was no doubt he was still quite weak after falling sick. Kanda pulled his coat tighter around him and continued on his way.

He could feel the sword hanging from his hip as he moved. Closing his eyes tightly, he wondered how he was going to explain everything to Tyki later.

Kanda broke into a run, ignoring the wind that rushed past his ears. What would Tyki say? What would Tyki do? Would he ever be forgiven?

His heart sank as he thought about the next question.

Would he still love me as he said he did?

Regardless of the outcome, Kanda told himself, that he would finish what he started. He was a man who accepted full responsibility for his actions, who would bear the pain of his past wrongs, and take the punishment for his sins. And as Kanda told himself that it was entirely his fault this time, so he would accept whatever was in store for him in future.

Even if Tyki would never love him anymore.

That thought shook him greatly, and Kanda realized, that somewhere along the way, he had reciprocated the man's feelings too, but it only made him feel worse. He was flawed, imperfect, and in no way good enough for Tyki. He owed too much to the magician, and they were too different. They existed in two entirely different worlds, leading two separate lives, and the more Tyki's life crossed over with his, the more it just destroyed him, from the inside out.

He felt like crying, felt like screaming. He just felt so numb.

He wanted to stay by his side forever, and let Tyki give him all the pleasures he had promised him. He wanted to respond to those feelings with the same intensity as that piercing gaze that was only reserved for him. In short, he just wanted to lead a normal life, unbound and unshackled, by Tyki's side.

Kanda arrived at the square. His footsteps just seemed to echo in his ears as he inhaled deeply. Maybe it was a form of reassurance that he wasn't alone, but he moved his hand towards the sword on his waist and gripped it tightly while waiting.

And what exactly was he waiting for? Kanda knew he was waiting for Allen and his friend to show up, but the question was deeper than that. Was this going to be a wise choice? Would his future be better this way? Would Tyki's future be better this way?

"Psst, Kanda! Over here!"

He turned to look for the source of the sound and saw Allen waving to him from a corner. The white haired lad beckoned to him urgently.

"Sorry, I was late. Sneaking away from Cross proved harder than expected."

"Never mind that, moyashi. Where's your friend?"

Allen scratched his head. "He's waiting at the station already. Have you got everything?" He stared at the empty handed Kanda. "Where's your stuff?"

"I don't have anything, damn it." Kanda retorted. It was true, even the clothes he was wearing right now was all courtesy of the magician. Just thinking of stealing Tyki's possessions was pure poison to him.

"That's alright then. We'll get you some stuff once we're at the next city. That magician sounds worse than Cross." He muttered.

Kanda felt as though something squeezed his heart tightly. No, it wasn't that way, why did everyone misunderstand that fucking magician?

"Allen! Glad you could make it!" A voice hollered as they neared the station.

Allen made a shushing sound. "Damn, Lavi! Do you really want Cross to come after us?"

The red haired man shrugged. "Aww, come on, Allen. He won't be coming after us, I bet he's so drunk he probably wouldn't be waking up for a few hours. And…" He fixed his gaze upon Kanda and smiled. "Hey, so you were the extra baggage Allen was talking about, eh?"

A nerve throbbed in Kanda's temple. Lavi grinned and came over to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Lavi. Allen told me that you were planning to run away too, so I made reservations already. Come on, we have to hurry, the train will start soon. Wait… You don't have any luggage?"

Allen put in, "Nope, can we stop by the next city to grab him some stuff?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind. But we better hurry, the old man would get mad if I missed the train."

Kanda could barely hear what they were saying as he helped haul Allen's suitcase onto the train. "Hey, um, Allen, what's his name again?" Lavi called out.

"Kanda Yuu."

"Oi, Yuu-chan! Come on, we haven't got all day."

A whistle sounded and heavy white steam poured out of the funnel in front. The porters tossed the last of the bags into their compartments and passengers hurriedly searched for their seats. Lavi climbed up the side of the train, followed by Allen. Kanda still stayed on the platform, his feet rooted to the spot.

Allen turned around and looked at him. "Hey, Kanda, let's go! Once we're out of here, we're free."

"I'm staying."

The boy nearly fell off in shock. "What? Why?"

The train's horn blared loudly. Kanda raised his dark eyes slowly to meet Allen's. "I won't leave Tyki."

"Kanda, are you insane? We've come this far, you're not going to…"

"I will not betray his trust. I'm going back, I want to go back. Don't you try to fucking stop me."

Allen was about to say something else when he saw the determination and intensity in Kanda's eyes. It struck him that maybe there was something about Tyki that only Kanda saw. Maybe he wasn't as bad as rumored to be.

"Allen, I think we should let Yuu-chan make his own decisions. But I hope you'll be fine after this." Lavi said.

Nodding, Allen got onboard just as the train started moving. He turned and shouted back at Kanda. "We'll come back someday to see how you're doing, alright?"

Kanda nodded and turned to leave. "Take care of yourselves too." He muttered softly before breaking into a run.

He paused before the door and took a deep breath. But he decided to stay, and he had to tell Tyki about everything now that he made up his mind. To be honest, he didn't know what to say, or where to start. Still, Tyki deserved to know what was going on, so shakily, he pushed open the door and entered the dark house.

Wait, dark? It was mid-morning when he arrived, he had to finish one last errand before returning here, so why was it all dark? Tyki didn't have a performance today, did he? Why wasn't he at home?

Kanda felt a little uneasy, and immediately he was on his guard. His heart beat increased as he tried to calm down and move deeper into the house. Something was off, and he knew it.

He paused outside Tyki's room. From under the door he could see no light. But yet he swore he heard a faint sound from inside so against his better judgment he turned the knob and went in.

The room was dark and unlit, but Kanda could make out a silhouette of someone sitting in the armchair by the window. He squinted and then raised his eyebrows as he recognized the person.

Smiling, Tyki turned to face him. "Why, hello, Kanda, I see you're back from your little outing."

Kanda took a step towards Tyki and then stopped. He could detect the threatening tone in Tyki's voice and it sounded a little more dangerous than it should be. Moving his gaze towards the desk in front of Tyki, his sight fell onto the bottle of amber liquid and the empty glass beside it.

The older man made to stand up but stumbled and had to rest his hands on the table. His hair was let down and fell past his flushed face, and he was clad only in a loose white shirt and pants. The top buttons were undone and the shirt looked a mess. Kanda arched an eye brow as he walked over to the intoxicated man.

"You're drunk, sir. What the fuck were you thinking?"

Tyki coughed a little and stared at Kanda. He straightened up and took a few steps towards him slowly. "What the fuck was I thinking? How about you?"

Kanda swallowed a gulp as he marched over to Tyki and grabbed him by the arm. "Come on, sit down or something. I'll um… I'll get some water or…"

"Where did you go, Kanda?"

Kanda was silent for a while, and then he muttered. "I'll get you something to wake you up first."

The blow that came next was so sudden and unexpected, Kanda didn't even get the chance to dodge it. The force of the punch threw him off his feet and he crumpled against the wall. Tyki grabbed him by the collar roughly and pinned him to the wall. Still seeing stars, Kanda tried to blink the confusion from his eyes as he stared into those dangerous golden ones.

For a moment, Kanda froze, unable to comprehend Tyki's actions. Maybe it was because his head was still spinning from the blow, but Tyki's glare gripped his heart with fear.

He had to get out of there.

Throwing Tyki off with all the strength he could muster, Kanda scrambled to his feet and bolted towards the door in a desperate attempt to get away. But before he could reach it, another sharp blow caught him around the ribs and knocked him over again.

He heard something crack. Kanda yelled out in pain as he collapsed in a heap on the floor. The door was shut with a slam and locked, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Tyki toss away a heavy metal rod he had just used on him.

Kanda pushed himself up slowly as a few drops of blood fell onto the wooden floor. The effort proved too much for him and he fell down again, rolling on his side as he moaned in pain.

A sudden sound startled him and his dark eyes snapped open to see Tyki walking slowly towards him, one step at a time. A strange metallic clinking sound came from behind him and to Kanda's horror, the man had a long, deadly looking chain in his hand being dragged against the floor.

Shaking his head in defiance, some incomprehensible words escaped Kanda's lips as he tried to back away. With a scream, he pushed himself onto his feet and ran towards the door again, only to be tripped over by something hard and cold curled around his ankle.

Looking back, all he could see was those frightening chains wounded around his foot. Desperately, Kanda tugged at the unyielding links but within a second, Tyki yanked at the chain brutally and forced him against the floor once again.

The boy yelled as his head made contact with the cold, hard floor boards. He writhed and twisted but failed to throw the stronger body now straddling his hips. Thrashing wildly, his movements ceased as a hand fisted in his hair and cruelly yanked at it to get his attention.

Kanda stopped moving for a while to look at Tyki, who stared back at him smiling coldly. "It looks like you're still weak from your cold. Or was the sickness just a façade to throw me off guard, my pretty?"

"I… What are you… Talking about?" Kanda could barely hear his whispers coming from his dry lips.

"You know what I'm talking about, Kanda. You see, I've been watching you. Not that I didn't before, but I've been keeping tabs on you." His hand moved down Kanda's side slowly and into his pocket, pulling out the stack of notes kept in there.

"My, my, there's got to be a few hundred dollars here. Now what were you planning to do with so much money, my dear?"

He tightened his grip on Kanda's hair and the boy cried out from the pain. Leaning closer to him, so that only a hair's breadth separated them, Tyki whispered maliciously. "Why would you want to run away from me?"

"No… No, it's not… Sir, listen…"

He was slapped across the face and Kanda could feel his teeth cut into his cheek. He could taste more of that metallic tasting liquid in his mouth and he swallowed thickly. "What's that, Kanda? I can't hear you." Tyki whispered into his ear, his breath tickling the pale skin under his long black hair.

Kanda tried to take in another breath to explain himself. "I wasn't… It was not… It's not what you think…"

Another strike to his cheek cut him off and Kanda fell silent. His senses were over ridden with pain and slowly numbing him. This was worse than those nightmares he used to have.

Tyki reached for the loose end of the chain that wasn't wrapped around Kanda's ankle and toyed with it, letting it drag slowly against the floor board beside Kanda's face. Kanda winced as he heard the dangerous sound, and flinched away from it.

The older man removed his hand from his hair and slowly yet gently stroked his cheek. "Let me tell you something, Kanda…" He leaned over and whispered into his ear again.

"You belong to me, and you're not going anywhere."

Kanda's eyes flew open and he looked up at Tyki with pure terror in his eyes. He had never felt more afraid of anyone or anything in his life. The magician smirked as he moved his other hand to the boy's shirt and slowly unbuttoned the top button.

Immediately, the Japanese started struggling again. The hand paused in its action of removing the top button and then suddenly started to rip at the fabric roughly.

Kanda gave a cry as his coat was tugged off roughly and his shirt ripped open. He pushed himself out from under Tyki and tried to scramble backwards but Tyki still had his ankle chained and all he had to do was give it a sharp tug to stop Kanda's escape.

A stinging sensation pricked the corners of his eyes. "Fuck… Sir, wait… Stop… Listen to me… Please!" He shouted as he felt Tyki's leg connect with his stomach.

The pain spread like fire from his already wounded side as the kick landed. A tear rolled down the side of his face as he tried to shield himself with his hands, all his senses and instincts shutting down.

He was terrified. It didn't even seem like Tyki at all. He knew he could break anytime soon, but he did his best to hold on to the last bits of his sanity.

Tyki watched him cowering on the floor. Even in defeat, the boy was still trying his best to defy him, his long black hair spilling past his bruised shoulders as he threw up his shaking hands in defense. A natural response to an attack.

He grabbed him and kissed him roughly, forcing his tongue into Kanda's mouth. He could taste the traces of blood inside his hot cavern. Kanda let out a whimper as he pulled backwards but a sharp tug to his hair forced him to stay still. Tyki ended his ravishing of Kanda's mouth, biting down harshly on his lower lip and drawing some more blood.

Pushing him on the ground, he straddled him roughly as he unbuckled his belt. "Stop… Stop…" Kanda pleaded. His own hands wouldn't listen to him, they were just lying uselessly beside him, shaking in fear.

Tyki removed his belt and hoisted Kanda's hands above him. He pulled the leather strap tightly around the boy's wrists, tying them together so he couldn't fight back. All the time, Kanda shook his head wildly and cried out for Tyki to stop but the pleas just fell on to deaf ears.

"You're not getting away from me. Not this time, not ever. You're just going to be my slave, a whore I keep in my room, that I can use to satisfy my cravings, that I can toy with. You got that?"

The tears were falling from his eyes as Kanda shook his head stubbornly again. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Tyki promised him, didn't he?

'Tell me, Kanda. Was there anyone back home who loved you?'

At that time, he thought that at least there was someone here who did. 'Didn't you, Tyki? Did you truly love me? Am I really just a slave for you to use for your own benefits?'

"I want you to stay by my side, forever…"

Kanda cried out as he felt his pants being pulled down roughly. "Stop… Stop… Stop!" He screamed. 'Did I really mean nothing to you, when you meant so much to me?'

He felt his cock being grabbed and jerked roughly. The motion sent a sensation sprawling across his lower abdomen, mixed with pain. Kanda didn't even realize he was crying, practically begging for all this to stop, for Tyki to stop.

Roughly, he was forced to turn around and Tyki wrenched his right arm backwards to subdue him. Kanda gave a scream of pain as his arm felt like breaking. He could feel that hot breath down his back, nipping and biting roughly at his skin, not hesitating to leave as many marks as he could, only this time, it was different.

He remembered how he had loved the feel of that breath against his skin, how he had, no matter how much he would deny it later, enjoyed the feel of his teeth nipping lovingly at his neck and collarbone. Kanda recalled how gentle Tyki's touches had been, how he had first truly felt loved.

But it was different now, this was entirely different. There was no love in this.

"Stop… Ya… Yamete… Yamero!"

"You're wasting your time, dear. I'm not going to stop until I've punished you, and besides, I don't understand Japanese."

More tears fell from his lovely, dark eyes as he didn't realize he had reverted back to his original language in his attempt to make himself understood.

"Do you see, how much different we are? And I am always above you."

Kanda gave another cry of anguish as Tyki wringed his arm tighter. He knew there would be a dark bruise at where Tyki was gripping his arm cruelly. But his cry didn't stop the older man's ministrations, it just further fuelled his desire to just have his way with him.

'Why, Tyki? Why? Damn it, Tyki, just stop and listen to me!'

Yet all he wanted to say, it just seemed to vanish as he tried to utter his stammering reasons. He didn't know where to start anymore, and he didn't fell as if this Tyki would listen to him anyway.

Tyki bit into his shoulder roughly, his right hand still subduing Kanda, while his left hand dragged cruel, red lines across the boy's chest with his fingernails. "Are you trying to say something, Kanda? Do you want me to be more gentle?"

Kanda gave a feeble nod, and then shook his head which looked more like an odd jerk instead. The older man hissed into his ear.

"Do you remember the first night you were here? What did I tell you, hmm?"

Kanda's eyes, which were closed to try and shut out the terrifying images taking place before him, now opened slowly. Then they snapped wide open as he remembered with a jolt, the first warning Tyki threatened him with.

"I don't believe I said you had a choice in this, did I, boy? You are my slave, and you better be thankful that I'm offering you a position close to that of any free man. You had better listen to me, or else..."

With that, all Kanda's spirit left him, and whatever was left of him that wished to fight back failed him. His shoulders slumped and gave way to immense shaking, trembling beneath those sensual touches leaving marks all over his body.

He hated him. From the very beginning, Tyki hated him. He was never being given a choice, he was never offered hope, it was all an illusion. Kanda felt himself breaking as he lost the last bit of hope he ever had for the possibility of them ever being together. He was such a fool, did he actually think, for a single moment, that Tyki Mikk would ever truly love him?

"I see you've remembered. Bear that in mind now, I wouldn't want to have to remind you again."

Tyki released his hand and Kanda dropped to all fours against the ground, shaking terribly. The magician narrowed his eyes as he positioned himself behind the younger teen, gripping his hips tightly.

"Never forget, you're mine." With the last word uttered fiercely, Tyki slammed into Kanda roughly, the younger man's jaws falling open as he gasped in pain. Without waiting for him to adjust himself, Tyki pulled out and slammed in again, fiercely hammering home his warning.

It hurt, the pain was so intense, Kanda thought he was going to die. As Tyki pulled back and then slammed in deeper, each time Kanda's gasps became harsher and slowly melted into whimpers and cries of pain. He could feel blood trickling down between his legs and he felt like he was going to be torn apart anytime now.

'Stop… stop…'

His fingers raked the ground, stained with blood as he coughed more of the red liquid out from his inner wounds. He arched his back each time Tyki pounded in, as Tyki's thrusts became harder and faster, his cries became louder and louder, echoing off the walls.

Tyki gripped Kanda's hips as he knew he was nearing his release. He groaned deeply as he buried himself in for the last time, staining Kanda with his orgasm.

When Tyki had first entered him, Kanda's mind was already going blank. But even though he was in such a numbing state, his lips parted as he cried out to Tyki for one last time.

"Tyki, please stop!"

Tyki gave a harsh cry as he came inside of Kanda, but he heard the plea at the same time too. It seemed to hang in the air, ringing in his eyes over and over again.

Kanda's eyes slid out of focus as the room blacked out before him. He felt Tyki release his grip on him and he slumped onto the floor, panting heavily and still shaking, with his eyes half closed.

He just lay there unmoving, the thuds of Tyki's footsteps as he walked away from him vibrating in his ears. The tears still poured from his eyes as he stared after the man who made his way towards the door.

As Tyki left, the last few tears flowed down Kanda's face as he felt himself breaking. He could only watch Tyki's back disappear behind the closed door.

He didn't want to wake up from this nightmare. If he did, he was certain that more would be waiting for him.

So the story seems to have taken a rather dark and shocking turn. But really, my headcanon Tykan was never sweet and fluffy, because that's not what the two of them are, no matter how much I want them to be.

Relationships aren't easy, and when distrust creeps in, it makes things a lot worse. Especially when one of them involved is a dude with insecurity issues and difficulty in expressing himself, while the other is a proud esteemed individual who takes pleasure from the fact that he can choose, and has a dark side to boot.

But really, this story might not take as dark a turn as it seems it would.