Ok guys! It has been a long time since the last update, don't you think? Anyway, I decided I'd make this chapter into two because it came out longer than I had first intended, way longer. Also, this is, by far, the smuttiest lemon scenes that I have ever written since I started writing fanfiction. Please enjoy.


Tyki purred when fingers scraped his scalp, his eyes fluttering open. ''Morning babe.'' He mumbled before snuggling closer to him, kissing his shoulder.

''Morning sugar. Did you sleep well?''

''I always do when I sleep next to you.'' He looked at him and smiled, his golden eyes scrunching up a bit. But it was true, he had had trouble sleeping before, mostly because he worried about Cross and Allen being God knew where, but ever since they had started going out he would sleep more hours, and since he practically slept everyday next to his man now, he was sleeping like a baby.

''That's good to know.'' Cross bent slightly and kissed his lips, his tongue slipping into his mouth lazy and sloppy. Tyki replied in kind, one hand tangled in fiery red hair and one leg moved to rest on the other's hip.

They spent a few more minutes kissing, until they heard a harsh knock on the door followed by a harsh 'Knock it off already!' from the other side.

''Sorry Allen!'' Mikk singsonged as he untangled himself from around the Irishman, grinning like an idiot. ''Love you.''

''Me too.'' Cross sat up and patted his hair down, although it did nothing as it kept sticking into every direction possible. ''C'mon, let's go downstairs.''

''But it so comfy in here...'' He whined as he closed his eyes and sighed, just to open them a few seconds later to gaze at his lover.

Cross stared at him: he looked so good with his long hair all sprawled on the bed, the dark colour contrasting with the soft orange shade of the sheets, his half-hooded eyes looking at him lazily, shirtless, his muscles well defined, his hot trail disappearing into his pyjama pants.

''C'mon, Allen is going to be mad if we miss breakfast.'' He tugged him out of bed and to his feet.

''Please babe...''

''Shush. We have the whole day to ourselves after that.'' The Portuguese face brightened at that: he had completely forgotten he had a free day today! And what Cross had promised him, how he could have forgotten, he did not know. Nor particularly cared. ''Morning Allen.'' He greeted his son as he kissed his head and poured himself a mug of tea before sitting down. ''Did you sleep well?''

''No.'' The albino grunted out before flipping the bacon. They didn't ask why and Allen was glad for it, last thing he wanted was having to think more about Lavi and his stupidity and how much he was starting to miss him. Even after just one day.

''Is Wisely coming back today?'' Tyki changed the topic smoothly as he helped himself his second mug of coffee.

''I think so. He told me he was only staying with uncle Sheryl for just one night.'' He sat down and, although the scowl was still on his face, he seemed to relax a bit.

''Have you already packed?'' Cross asked and Tyki didn't miss how the musician's scowl deepened. ''You don't need much, though. They are going to give you a training uniform anyway.''

Seriously? A normal, boring, uniform that everyone else was going to be wearing? How did they even dare do that to him? Were they even aware that he knew every single little dirty secret they had? ''Training uniform? Me?'' Tyki rolled his eyes at his precious little brother, the kid he was being sarcastic as fuck.

''Remember that you are going there as only my apprentice, it'd be suspicious if you didn't use one like the rest.''

''It's fucking stupid, that's what it is.'' The boy growled.

''Maybe, but you are going to use it anyway, so stop complaining. Besides, it's not that different from your general one; it's black and red, plus it has a hood. And you'll be able to use your gloves if you wish to.''

''It better be true... Do I at least get to also wear my boots?''

''Yeah, I made sure of that.'' He grinned at his boy and Allen smiled a bit before standing up. ''I'll get going.'' He kissed them both, lingering a bit more next to Cross and the man pressed a big hand on his back in a comforting way. ''Anyway, have fun, and please make sure you don't leave the house stinking of sex by the time Wise and I come back!'' He laughed hard when he saw Tyki's yellowed aura flare up. Ha! That's what he got for making him horny at seven fucking A.M.

''He's your son alright.'' The Noah grumbled, playing with his scrambled eggs.

''What?''

''Cheeky little bastard. He's the same as you. And if someone says you are not father and son, they definitely haven't seen you two together.'' Cross chuckled and kissed his cheek. But it made him happy to hear this, to know that Allen had picked something up from him, even if it was cheekiness and the bad attitude, he liked that.

''As if you weren't that bad.'' He stood up and put his dish on the sink. Tyki made a noncommittal sound and kept eating, playing with his hair and twirling it around his fingers.

''Are you a princess now, sugar?'' Cross questioned, smugly.

''See? Cheeky bastard.'' Tyki replied as he let go off his hair, looking almost offended.

The older man laughed and stretched before flopping down to his side and wrapping an arm around him, letting the younger nuzzle his neck. But that only lasted a few seconds before Tyki was on his lap and ravishing him.

Not that Cross really minded. He had never had a partner, male or female, that could dominate him like Tyki did. Sure, the boy could pin him down and make him beg, but not enough for him to bottom, besides, Mikk seemed to love the idea to bottoming to him, if he had to judge by how compliant he had been the times they had been together.

Tyki grinned inwardly when Cross growled low on his throat. Seriously, the fact that he could do that to the manliest and sluttiest man he knew threw him into cloud nine. He felt his Memory stir inside him but unlike all the other times with other men it wasn't trying to take the upper hand, to be the dominant half, it was...begging to be pushed down and dominated. To be fucked.

He had felt it before, the other two times he had been intimate with Cross, but he had thought he was just imagining things, because, why would the Memory of the Pleasure of Noah, the one memory to be said to be the unruliest because it took Pleasure in everything possible (food, sports, death, blood, knowledge...sex) want to be dominated and even deprived of that (even if temporarily)?

He pondered this question in his mind as he kept making out with Cross, half his mine there, the other half thinking.

At the beginning, he had thought that his memory was all about that, sex. But one day, Neah and Adam had summoned him into their private library and gave him a dark purple velvet bound book. In the cover, in perfect italics letters and written in silver, it said Journal of the Pleasure of Noah. According to what they had told him, every single Noah memory had a Journal of their own that they both guarded until they believed each of them were ready to read and learn everything about themselves.

He had read through his previous lives avidly, finishing the thick book in under two days. What he had learned is that, just as this time around, his Memory had always been close to Dezaisu, sometimes as lovers, sometimes as cousins, sometimes as best friends. And he had always had a soft spot for Wisely and Road.

Sometimes he loved knowledge to the point he wouldn't come out of the library for weeks, sometimes he just loved to see chaos and death and blood, one time it was food, and he remembered thinking that his former self would have loved Allen, too. Now, if he had to judge by himself, he'd say what he loved the most, was gambling and the power he had over the other players (or at least, until Allen came around) and their possessions.

But there was one thing that was always present in all of his memories, and that was sex. But none of them ever described the feeling of wanting to be pinned down and dominated, the feeling of begging to be allowed to release.

''Cross...'' He moaned when Cross liked the stigmata on his neck, his cock getting fully hard at that. He moved to get more comfortable, but that only pulled a hiss from him when his lower regions pressed against the redhead's abs.

And suddenly, Marian stopped.

''Babe...?'' He looked to him, confused.

''I'm sorry. I need to make the arrangements for tomorrow and they'll be calling anytime soon. And as hot as the idea of fucking you while I'm on the phone is, I don't think they'll like that. And seriously, they already are a pain in my ass, I don't need them to get worse.'' He pecked his lips and lifted him to sit him down on the other chair.

''And what am I supposed to do now...?'' He looked at his hard-on with an arched eyebrow, glaring.

''Take a shower and clean up sounds like a nice thing to do...'' The Cursed man proposed slyly. ''Just imagine your fingers inside you, soapy, as you clean real good for me to fuck you later, to lick you everywhere...'' He was whispering into his ear now, one hand trailing down his chest, grazing the nipples with his nails, sending shivers all over him.

''Cross...'' He whimpered.

''I swear that if you behave for the time I'm on the phone, afterwards I'll fuck you so hard and so good that you won't be able to walk tomorrow.''

Golden eyes sparkled mischievously and lustily. ''Promise?''

''Promise.'' He kissed him on the lips, but not in a sexual way, just to seal the promise. ''Be a good boy, hm?''

''Are you saying I'm usually a bad boy?'' He asked temptingly, batting his eyelashes at him mockingly.

''A very bad one.'' And with that, he left to his studio, picking Tim on his way, as the monkey refused to go near Allen when he was that mad.

Tyki sighed and glared at his cock before standing up. He could either go to the shower and do the dishes later or just tease himself and do the dishes and shower later, make himself go harder and hotter and needier for later.

Hm... That sounded so good.

He grabbed his dish, dumped the remains on the trash can and started to fill the sink with water and soap. He hissed when he had to lean slightly over the counter to reach the sponge. It just felt so goddamn good.

He started to put the dirty utensils inside the filling sink, making sure to press against the counter time and time again, but never rubbing against it. But it was getting harder not to at every second that ticked by.

He forced his hands to move under the water, pick up a dish and wash it, then leave it in the other sink. He repeated the procedure with the other dishes yet each time he picked something he was pressing harder and harder and until it became impossible to bear and his hips snapped, a strangled moan forcing its way from his throat.

He bit his lips as he did again, his fingers digging into the metal sink.

Shit... Thank God no one is around... And even as he thought so, the idea of someone seeing him needy like that, humping against the counter, only made him hornier.

He kept rutting against the cool, hard surface, his face heating up and he knew he had his forehead covered in drops of sweat. He brought one hand to his head to push the bangs out of his eyes, but in the way he rubbed the stigmata decorating his forehead and that... that just send him crashing down the floor.

''Ah!'' He turned around and rested his back on against the cabinets and drawers, spreading his legs wide enough for him to work his other hand inside his pants, grabbing his cock. ''Hm!'' It just felt so good to finally feel flesh around it. He started to pump it, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream. He licked his other hand and simply pressed the stigma on his neck, his eyes rolling back but still not getting there.

It had been a long time since he had jerked off like that, being so on edge that it almost hurt but so deliciously that he could not stop, he didn't want to stop.

And as he started to move the hand on his cock faster, he started to massage the mark on his neck.

Oh yeah. That was it. He was just so close. A few strokes and he'd be coming like a water hose!

'No! Stop!' He stopped, frowning. What the fuck was that? He shrugged it off, thinking it was some kid on the streets. He thumbed the tip, smearing the precum.

'Stop it! You are going to ruin it!'

Ruin what? The fucking tiles? His pants?

'Us! You are going to ruin us!'

What? Us? Was he going crazy? He was going crazy. Having screechy voices in one's head was a clear sign of craziness, Noah or not Noah.

'You are not crazy. This is Joido.'

Right... Of course, because now the memories could talk... He decided to ignore the annoying voice inside his head and started to pump himself again, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

'He said to be good boys!'

What...?

'Cross said to be good boys! He won't fuck us if we are not good boys.'

Well, he did say to be a good boy... So what did that pesky memory of his want him to do now? Just stand there with that raging hard on between his legs and then go put fingers up his ass and not cum? Yeah right! He might be a Noah, the Pleasure of it to boot, but he still had needs and cumming was definitely the first one in the list in that very moment!

So he was going to come one way or the other, besides, knowing his lover he probably expected Tyki to come on his own hands.

'Do it in the shower then!'

Well, finally, Joido said something useful. The Memory scoffed inside him at that, but Tyki promptly ignored him in favour of getting up on shaky legs and move to the shower in Cross' room. He closed the bathroom door and turned the water on, discarding the pants as fast as he could, glaring at his cock.

'In, in, in!'

Was he always like that, too? Because God was he annoying then!

Joido didn't even reply to that, just scoffed and Tyki was sure that if the memory had a physical body of his own, it would have crossed his arm over his chest and turned his back to him in a petulant gesture.

A low moan escaped him when the hot water hit him, damn it felt good, he was tense, so on the verge of coming, that his muscles were starting to feel stiff and cramped. He grabbed the gel bottle and poured a generous amount on his hand before rubbing it slightly to coat all of his fingers, watching the bubbles die at his hand, feeling how smooth it was. Yeah, that would clean him up nicely for his love.

He bent over, grabbing the tap with his free hand for leverage and resting his head on the crook of his elbow. He brought his other hand to his back and pressed a finger to the tight ring of muscles, suddenly nervous. It was not his first time doing that, whenever he thought of Cross back in his teenage years he couldn't help to get all flustered and needy, so he had fingered himself before. Many times, actually, but he had never bottomed before, always harbouring the hope that maybe one day, Cross would be his. And now that he had the man of his dreams, now that he was going to go all the way bottoming, he found himself trembling.

What if he wasn't good enough? What if he panicked? What if Cross didn't like how he looked like when bottoming? What if he sounded ridiculous?

'Nonsense. He loves us. He wants us to be his. He wants to claim us.' Joido reassured his host and Tyki felt as if his memory was... nuzzling him, trying to encourage and reassure him. And the bastard was doing a good job at it.

So he did it, forgetting any doubts he could have had for the moment. He pushed a finger in, sighing, but he could barely feel it. He pumped in and out a few times before adding the second, now groaning at the slight pressure inside him, but still nothing he couldn't handle. He made a scissoring motion, chewing on his lips to keep his moaning to a minimum, but it was hard, when all he could think of was Cross and cumming. He felt his knees buckle when he grazed his prostate.

''Ngh!'' He hadn't meant to, bus he was so on edge that subconsciously, he looked for it and now that he had found it, there was no way he was giving up such delicious, hot pleasure.

At least his pesky new mind companion didn't have any objection to that.

'I'm not pesky!'

Aaaaand there it was.

Just as Joido huffed, Tyki introduced another finger in him, now finally feeling himself slightly full.

'Full? Just wait for his cock, that's going to be full.' The memory whispered sensually, making Tyki visualise it. A river of images flooded his mind: him riding Cross. Cross pounding into him from behind him as he was on all fours. Him being on his stomach, all sprawled on the bed as Cross cleaned him up with his tongue. Him tied up and at Cross' mercy. Cross humiliating and edging him. Them fucking against the walls of the room. Or the hallway. Cross water-inflating him with the shower head before fucking him.

He moaned against his arm, trembling slightly at all of those pictures in his head. He liked them all, but that last one... There was something about being filled that way, that it make him squirm, his fingers shifting inside him.

He felt the hot metal of the tap burning against his skin, but he couldn't care less about it, he felt as if he was in flames.

'He's going to be here any minute now... Imagine if he sees us like this. He's going to fuck us hard against the tiles.' Joido made sure his host visualised that image, making Tyki moan and press his fingers against his prostate and he held them there, the constant pressure driving him insane. 'And he wouldn't let us come, he'd make us hold it until we couldn't anymore and then he'd fuck us after we came until we were hard enough...'

''Ah! Y-yes. I want that!'' He moaned, arching, his fingers digging deeper inside him, and it was that slight change of pressure that sent him over the edge. ''Oh! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!'' He hadn't even touched his cock and he came as if someone had opened a dam. His legs failed him and found himself sitting on his ass, panting and getting splashed by water.

'That was good!' Joido purred and nudged him, an Tyki couldn't help but laugh in gasps at that, it was just so weird to have someone nudging and touching you inside your mind!

''Well, that certainly was a show.'' He whipped his back and smiled when he saw Cross, wearing only his boxers, leaning against the door.

'Look! He's here!' Well, thank you captain obvious, Tyki thought, but he was met with no reply as Joido was to preoccupied on gloating over the fact that Cross was finally with them, in the same room.

''Glad to... please.'' He kneeled on the floor and looked up at his boyfriend. ''How long have you been there?''

''Just for the grand finale.'' The man finally stepped into the bathroom and knelt down next to the Noah and kissed him, just like in the morning, lazy and sloppy, his tongue mapping the whole inside of the Portuguese's mouth. ''Did you get all the soap out?'' He asked softly, pushing the soaked hair away from the beautiful golden eyes.

''I don't think I got any out. I just needed to cum so badly...'' He told him through his eyelashes, and Cross couldn't help but think that he just looked adorable like that, with his eyes darkened by the lust, his hair sticking to his face, back and chest, his cock still half-hard and lips swollen from biting them.

''Want me to help?'' The Irish questioned.

''Please.'' Tyki answered before pecking his lips. ''You are getting all soaked, though.''

The oldest of the two chuckled. ''No worries about that, I can dry us later.'' After grabbing the shower head, he sat down on the floor, his legs crossed. ''Come here sugar.'' Tyki climbed on his lap and rested his head on the broad shoulder, his arms dangling at his sides.

''Hn!'' Tyki moaned softly when Cross pushed two of his fingers in and opened them, stretching him. It felt so good to finally have him there, touching him like that. ''What the!?'' He shrieked when water entered him, bucking against Marian's hard abs.

Cross hid a smirk as he started to move his fingers in and out, getting all the soap out of his lover's ass. There was no way in Hell that he'd eat him out with soap inside him, he was kinky, but not that kinky.

He could feel Mikk growing hard once again against his stomach. He couldn't wait to fuck his boy, to make him pass out from sheer pleasure and exhaustion, to have him squirming and crying and begging under his hands. Oh what a sight was that going to be!

''Cross, Cross!'' He snapped out of his near-future fantasy by Tyki, who was yanking at his head. ''No more, no more. I'll come again.'' And even as he said that, he was bouncing on his fingers and pressing against him to get some friction.

''Oh. Sorry sugar. It's just that you look so fine like this.'' He removed his fingers, smirking at the high pitched whine that left his lover's throat.

Tyki chuckled and tugged at the hem of the tight fitting boxers ''Hmm... You are not so bad yourself, General, but you'd be a whole lot sexier if you lost those.'' And how he could sound so cheeky whilst being breathless and completely flushed, was a wonder to the elder. Maybe Allen took after him, but hell if he didn't pick up things from Mikk along the years.

''Well, I definitely must lose them if I want to fuck you, right?''

''Damn right.'' Tyki had started kissing his neck but it soon turned in small bites. ''Bed, please?''

''Of course. Hold on tight.'' The Noah wrapped his arms and legs around his lover, frowning.

''Woah!'' He tightened his grip even more when Cross suddenly was on his feet, charging him. He knew Cross was strong, definitely stronger than him, but to be able to stand up with him all wrapped around his body as if he weighed nothing, that was some awesome shit. ''How the fuck did you even do that?''

''Did what?'' And much the Southerner's amusement, Cross seemed completely confused.

''Nothing babe.'' He told him, smiling before he was set on the table in the room. ''Cross?'' now he was the confused one.

''No way I'm soaking our bed with water. Do you know how long does it take to properly dry?'' He told him, scowling slightly before grabbing a towel (a very fluffy one at that, much to Tyki's enjoyment) and start patting his boyfriend dry as softly as he could to make sure to not arouse him anymore or it would be painful. And he was so concentrated at doing the job right, that he missed the lovingly smile that spread through Mikk's face when he implied that this was his room too.

''Our bed?'' The Portuguese said, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging lightly to make his man look at him. ''You said our bed.''

''Well yes, you sleep here too, do you not? You live here now.'' Cross dumped the towel on his head before he started to dry his hair off, rubbing behind his ears and nape and bringing a purr out from him. ''You like that, huh?''

''Feels fan-fucking-tastic babe. But, I really, really need you to fuck me.'' He wrapped his legs around him and brought his closer, teeth biting one nipple before sucking. He kept sucking and fleeting his tongue before moving to the other one, his nails raking on his lover's thighs. Somehow, he was not surprised when he discovered that Cross found pain everything but off putting, the man was bound to be as kinky as he was. But not more than Allen, that little shit put them both to shame when it came to kinks.

He lapped across his abs before leaving a hickey next to his cock, smirking at the ragged breathing and chuckling when he was picked up once again, his long legs wrapping around a now familiar waist. ''Oh, so now you are gonna fuck me?''

''Unless you don't want to.'' His smirk fell down in less than one second before he gripped the red mane forcefully.

'What?' Joido sounded completely devastated at that. The idea that Cross maybe didn't want them like that seemed to broke him.

''Don't you even think about not fucking me into that mattress.'' Tyki growled, tightening his grip of the red hair. ''I haven't been opening and cleaning my ass up for you to now have you ditch me.''

''Great sense of humour, I see.'' Cross dumped him on the bed before hovering over him, one hand trailing over his side.

''Oh shut it!'' He kissed him, ravished him and pushed him so their positions were reversed. ''You will not be dragging this any longer. I feel like I'll cum at any second!'' He had started menacing, but it somehow degraded to whining.

''Well, you are up here now, so be a good boy a ride me, yeah?'' Large hands went up taut smooth. ''And I promise that after you show me how good of a cowboy you are, not only will I fuck you into the mattress, but I'll have you coming without touching your dick even once from beginning to end.''

'Do it, do it! Ride him!'

Tyki sighed, Joido really needed to shut it. He had been so quiet a few minutes ago that he had forgotten about him! But even with his new, annoying new mind-mate, he shivered in delight at Cross' words, just imagining it made his eyes roll to the back of his head.

''You better deliver then, babe because I'm going to give you the... the... the...'' He clicked his tongue in annoyance. He usually had a perfect English, but when he was tired, angry beyond belief or this excited he would forget word, simple words, and they wouldn't want to come to his brain. ''corrida de sua vida?'' He finished, cringing at how bad it sounded in his mother tongue.

''Well, now you better deliver.'' Oh, and now the bastard sounded smug at his inability to speak English properly. Would like to see him try speak Portuguese in this kind of situation.

Growling, he grabbed the hard, hard, cock and pumped it a few times before making a coating his hand in dark matter. No one in the family could create objects or alive things with it like Allen could, but they were all able to manipulate it at will to a certain degree.

''Hm... I thought that was poisonous for humans? Sexy times, I'm all in for. Sexy killing times? Not so...'' He couldn't finish his sentence as a low moan tore from his throat when Tyki coated his shaft with the sticky purplish substance. ''Fuck.''

''Oh, you'll be doing a lot of that.'' Cheeky bastard. Tyki pecked his lips before positioning himself. ''Eu te amo.''

Cross looked slightly taken aback at that random declaration of love, but he smiled lovingly at him. ''And I love you too.''


Ok, translations: I don't speak Portuguese at all, so I'm basing everything on Google translator, alright? If there's anyone who speaks it, please feel free to correct me. Corrida de sua vida means ''the ride of your life''

Did you like it? Yes, then quickly go to the next chapter, it gets better!