I can't breathe as they bring him in to the room, and I know the Earl and Sheryl will be watching my reaction, so much of our family life is based on tests of loyalty, thanks to the 14th.

The dismay I feel at seeing him here, in the clutches of the family, so helpless, so resigned, nearly unmans me. I'm only kept standing by the relief that floods my body on seeing him alive. At least I know where he is, that he is alive and whole, even if he couldn't be in a worse place for either of us.

Every fibre of my being wants to go to him. To reassure him, comfort him, and I have to suppress my movements. I school my face into a lascivious leer. If I show I care for him; if I do what my instincts tell me to do, clutch him to me, snarling fiercely at my family, fight my way out of here, take him away from this, it would see our destruction.

Instead, "You found him." I breathe as if in amazement and wonder. "Where? How?" I turn to face Sheryl, smiling happily. "I truly thought I had lost track of him and doubted I would find him again for hells knows how long."

"He was fished out of the Tiber by one of our lowly operatives and I was in the area collecting... and, well, he just seemed too lovely to pass over. I didn't entirely know how good a prize I had obtained until our master saw him. I'm glad to see you so pleased brother."

"You can't even imagine how pleased." I turn to the Earl and drop to one knee, feeling that theatrics would be appropriate in these circumstances, "Thank you, Lord. This is the best possible reward I could be gifted."

He smiles widely, "Ah, Tyki-pon, you know it pleases me to see my family happy." He waves his hand as if dismissing my thanks as pointless. He has had Akuma bring comfortable chairs into the room, and he and Sheryl move to settle themselves on them.

The Akuma holding Lavi throws him roughly at my feet, but he quickly rights himself. He is blindfolded and his wrists are bound behind his back. Once he is steady on his knees he tilts his head up as if he can sense me before him.

He seems resigned to this treatment. The compliant whore, the captured soldier knowing how sparse his options currently are.

I want to comfort him, I want to take him away to somewhere safe, but that would be infinitely stupid, and we would both die. I will have to take my "reward", enjoy it like a good boy. Hell, like my normal self; like I consistently do. Usually I would relish this; not just fucking some humans mouth but showing myself off in front of my family.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

This is not how I wanted to first feel his mouth on me. This is not how I wanted to re-introduce myself to him.

Yet...and yet...I can't help the fission of desire that flames through me seeing him on his knees before me, lips slightly parted, head tilted towards me. His hands tied behind his back make the muscles of his chest strain against the thin fabric of his shirt. His hair, his beautiful hair, falls over the fabric of his blindfold like ripples of crimson silk. I wonder does it feel as soft. Before I realise it my fingers are carding through it, teasing out the tangles, rubbing the satin strands between my fingers. I hear myself sigh and see a slight frown crease Lavi's brow.

A low moan escapes my lips; a moan of desire and longing. I am so aroused, so desperate for him. My hands fist his hair, jerking his head back. He grimaces at the sudden discomfort, lips paling as he presses them into a thin line. I growl, a feral sound, low and continuous. The grin that splits my face is inhuman and the growl becomes a chuckle, then a laugh.

I drag him up by my grip on his hair, until he is stood in front of me, balanced on his toes, grimacing at the pain of my hand pulling his hair, my hold so tight the skin of his scalp is blanched. I slowly lap my tongue from the angle of his jaw to the corner of his eye, capturing a tear that has welled there due to the pain in his scalp; tasting him, marking him. "Hello, Lavi." I breathe into his ear, voice horse with my lust for him.

I allow my control to slip a little. This may be the safest play for both of us; defile him and enjoy it; stay true to form and hope that that will be enough to keep the secret of my feelings for him from my family's sharp eyes. Ensure our safety, at least for the time being. Buy myself time, time to plan how the holy fucking hell I will get one of the most desirable prisoners we have held for some time away from their clutches without getting us both killed.

Now I truly know that I want to offer him a new life and start the hard work of convincing him I can be more than he perceives me to be. Maybe even more than I believe I can be. That I can control my Noah instincts. That I have something to offer him.

The hardest job of all will be attempting to repair even a fraction of the damage done to him over the years.

With one hand wrapped around his throat but without compressing his windpipe, I lift him off his feet; a low growl rumbling in my chest. I rip his shirt through him, tossing it aside, my eyes never leaving his body. Joyd is there, behind my eyes, alert but not in control, nor pushing for it, instead just waiting to see what we will do. Held in check, I presume, between my will and the innocence in Lavi's tattoo. I wonder again if he is aware it is there.
I take a moment to survey him, to appreciate the beauty of his form. It is as perfect as it was before his treatment at the Archbishop's. I cock my head to one side; in fact more perfect. The scars I remember over his torso have gone. This puzzles me, but I dismiss it as a conundrum for later.

I lean my face towards his neck as if to inhale his scent and breath against his ear, quieter than a whisper, "I am sorry, Lavi."

"Finally I have you to myself shŏnen." I say loudly. "To think all those times we danced in battle, and I never knew you were the prize I so desired. Who would have thought that the pious little Exorcist, the studious Bookman's apprentice, would be the world's best gigolo." I snort disdainfully, "I hope for your sake you are as good as rumour has it or your time with us will be short and painful; and end brutally. Do we understand each other little whore?" I shake him once when he doesn't react.

Laughing bitterly he chokes out, "I suppose I should feel lucky then that I am as good as they say, for all the good it will do me." He turns his head away as much as he can and says softly, "And I'm no Exorcist, not anymore."

"Whatever. I expect my reward to be the best experience of my life so far or, if it pleases the Earl, I'll rip your heart from your chest." I force him back to his knees, my grin splits my face. My arousal is intense and apparent to everyone in the room. I expect Sheryl is practically salivating. I laugh manically grabbing Lavi's hair again and forcing his face into my still covered groin, rubbing the proof of my desire against him. So well trained is he that he reciprocates; nuzzling against my hardness making it harder still. My laughter becomes breathless and for a moment I fear I will come from this alone, and if that were to happen I'd never hear the end of it from Sheryl.

"Enough!" I yank his hair hard, dragging his face away from my crotch, the fabric of which is damp with saliva and the first welling of my release. I chuckle breathlessly, running a hand through my hair in an attempt to regain my composure. Keeping my fist in his hair I force his head further back, cording the muscles of his neck. With one shaking hand I open the buttons of my fly, an unnecessary procedure given my powers, but it gives me a few moments more to compose myself. The cool air hits my cock making me shudder, and I gently run my hand over the hot, oversensitive skin, biting my lip.

Rubbing the wet head of it over his lips, glossing them with fluid, I say, "Open your mouth." He complies wordlessly, and I push past his lips slowly, gently; he flicks his tongue around the tip, tasting me, I feel myself twitch and my breath hitches. I loosen my grip on his hair allowing his head more freedom, as I push on testing how much of me he can swallow. I am pleased to find he can take all of me with little issue, not an easy feat. I draw in a gasp as he sucks hard, moving his head and hollowing his cheeks. His tongue laps and writhes against my flesh, varying the pressure and pleasure.

He truly is talented. Heat builds in my abdomen and crackles in my blood. I look down on him from lidded eyes and my heart stutters in my chest. His cheeks are flushed below the fabric of the blindfold, his lips, stretched around my cock, are moist and red. He is so beautiful. Forgetting myself I cup his cheek and rub my thumb over it, making him falter slightly in his work, and bringing me back to myself enough to remember the danger we could be in.

His skill is without comparison, he knows just how to bring one to the brink repeatedly without taking him over too soon. I just wish he wasn't so compliant. Not because I always like it rough, but because I don't want to feel like the spirit has gone from him. He seems to have surrendered to the situation. Where has his fight gone; where is the defiant Exorcist.

I feel a flash of anger sear through me; anger at him, at myself, at my fucking family; I can almost hear Joyd laughing at me, or am I the one laughing. The world around me shrinks to nothing more than that of Lavi and his mouth on my cock. I fist his hair tightly in both hands, moving with him, tugging him, faster, harder, pushing deeper. He moans around me; in discomfort or in feigned pleasure I don't know; neither am I concerned any longer.

Saliva and pre-come slick his chin and he looks divine, like some debauched angle, on his knees sucking the cock of the devil; I know it is me laughing now. I tip my head back and holding his head still, fingers tips slipping just into his brain without my realisation, I fuck his mouth; and he takes it, the muscles of his throat contracting against my hardness.

My laugh is replaced by a stead penetrating growl, as my orgasm builds. So close, so fucking close. The heat coiling in my groin grows, I pull his head away, and he sways on his knees, panting. I want to mark him, the animal in me wanting to lay claim to him with my seed. I stroke my hand rapidly over my cock, an inhuman growl escapes my lips as my orgasm rips through me, painting Lavi's face and bruised red lips with white; staining the green of his blindfold, and adding white highlights to his hair. I fall to me knees gasping, almost choking on my moans, one hand on his shoulder to steady myself. "Fuck." I say, raising my head slightly to look at him, at the stain of me on him, as I do his tongue flicks out, running slowly over his lips, tasting me, cleaning them of me. "Fuck." I say again.

Buttoning my fly, I sprawl on the floor, eyes lidded, enjoying the slowly waning waves of what truly was the best fucking head I have ever had.

Someone sits down near my head and lights a cigarette. I crack one eye open as the cigarette is handed to me.

"Good isn't he." It Sheryl of course, his pupils dilated with lust and his cock tenting his trousers. "I may have another go," He inclines his head towards the Earl, "If you don't mind?" The Earl shrugs.

"Words fail me brother. No wonder he is so sort after. Thank you again, Lord." I manage. "I could get use to that." I smile crookedly.

I stay talking for a time; all the while Lavi stays as I left him, dripping, knelt in the centre of the room. I try to keep my gaze away from him, as though he is almost forgotten. When I excuse myself and leave the room I hear Sheryl follow me.

In the hall he calls me, "Tyki." I turn to face him. "You didn't tell me the Rudhira was this man; the Exorcist. You must have known, must have recognised him?!" He looks puzzled. "Whatever your reasons, brother, you must be careful, His patience is strained at moment and you know He will never truly trust any of us, not after what happened with the 14th."

I smile benignly, "There was nothing nefarious in my actions Sheryl. I just wanted to have my fun with my obsession, without making it about this war. Now we have him here at our disposable..." I shrug, "Well, no more distraction... as long as I can get some work done between fucking his perfect little mouth that is."

Sheryl laughs at the thought and seems placated, "Very well." He looks me in the eyes, "Let's have some fun with him together this evening. What do you think?"

"Of course." I turn and walk away, cursing silently at my luck and thinking that Sheryl is right to warn me; if even he suspects me of something then I need to be on my guard.