Taste of Tabaco
A ColdHiddenBlade oneshot
I recently reread the D-Gray man series, and craved a story. And I noticed how I haven't done a yaoi one in a while. So here we are…
"Catch the thief!"
"Try it, idiots!" The teenage laughed beneath his thick scarf that he had wrapped around the lower half of his face, his sea-green eyes smirked slyly as he kept well ahead of the authorities. They wouldn't be able to catch up to him… he laughed confidently and took a bite of his apple from beneath his scarf as he ran.
Swiftly the police fell behind as he took each twist and turn sharply, it wasn't going to be long until they completely lost his tail. Now to get into the crowd completely vanish with an expertise he had acquired over the years, he wanted to enjoy his spoils in peace and pay his 'toll'. His foot passed the threshold of the alley and his eyes creased with a grin as he heard the distant shouting getting further away.
"Got the bastard!" The teenage gasped in surprise, his mocking smile vanished as he was tackled by a solid frame. His apples and bread fell on the ground and he found his chest pressed to the ground with his arm pinned at his back. Several of the well-dressed nobles gasped and looked at him in disgust, and like he was some form of amusement. Looking around, all he saw was the same stares…
The same stares he lived with since he was a child… even from his own parents…
Rage filled him as he struggled, the police man managed to get cuffs around one of his wrists and it made the teenage bare his teeth and slit his eyes. No way in hell was he going to let the police win after years of avoiding them. How did they even know he was going to exit out of that alley? Where the police finally getting smart?
"Fuck!" The teenage used a foot against the gutter to help brace and twisted his body, pushing across the ground causing the policeman to lose balance. Crack! He slammed his elbow into the mans chest making them gasp stumble backwards.
Swiftly, the young teenager scrambled away and got to his feet. The other police managed to catch up as he scrapped with one and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. He spun his head along the busy roads for an escape plan.
"Don't think about running again!" They circled him, removing several of his escape options. Ok, no worries… just makes it easier to choose where to go. "STOP!"
The teenager ducked as two policemen tried to grab him from behind and he used his ankle to hook around one of their knees and twisted his body, causing the older man to do the splits with wide eyes. He shouted in pain from his crotch while the teenager leapt over his crumpling back and sprinted across the busy street, a carriage screamed to a halt as he ran close with palms releasing bright green sparks causing the horses to rear up. With a smirk he glanced back while lifting his scarf back over his nose. It would look like nothing but a parlour magic trick.
Movement caught his attention as the horses were quickly reined in by the coach driver and a policeman, someone used the handle of a cane to part the curtain inside the carriage and he met the golden gaze of the older man, their eyes seemed to twinkle in interested amusement as they noticed the teenager's eyes glowing green. The teenager slit his eyes as the light in them died down and returned his focus to watching where he ran…
"STOP, CRAZY BASTARD!" The teenager ignored the hand reaching for his scarf and instead raised his own hand as he felt a slight tug at the fabric. He summoned his cursed power into his palm and felt the tugging vanish as his scarf burned beneath his palm, then leapt onto the railing that overlooked the ocean. Without fear at the one-hundred-meter fall, he kicked off the rail and dove. "STOP!"
"Suicidal bastard!"
SPLASH! Splash…
Gasp! "HA! Hahaha…" The waves pushed his weightless body onto the beach, he let it while staring at the sunset above him while laughing in an exhausted voice. It seemed to be more vibrant tonight, he tilting his head and looked down his chest to look where the blood red sky met the ocean's horizon, "Haa…"
His eyes burned and he covered them with his forearm, it was the salt… it had to be. And the sick feeling in his stomach was also the ocean's fault. Serious, that wasn't believable even to himself. After his heart returned to a normal pace, he uncovered his eyes and pushed up onto his forearms to watch the waves with a tranquil expression. It really was a beautiful night…
… and probably his last.
Some of those apples and the bread were his toll for the local gang, if he returned without food or valuable treasures again then they just might beat him to death this time. The bruises from his last beating were still healing and he felt the pain in his ribs with each movement and the skin on his jaw stretch where a cut half healed. Should he try snatching something on his way back into the Slums? He needed to raid another area, but if he was caught in another's territory then he would suffer a fate worse than death.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't.
"Fucking hell…" He pulled his wet scarf off his nose and brushed his charcoal hair back; it was already starting to curl at the ends as it slowly dried. Again… the salt's fault. "Fuck… shit…"
Dragging his feet in the sand, the frustrated teenager made his way back towards the city. The walk was long, but each step towards the place he called 'home' for so many years began to put pressure on his chest. It felt like his heart would explode from the panic, his eyesight grew fuzzy and blackened like veins in his vision. Sparks flickered across his skin making him kneel and take some desperate gasps of air. "Don't panic, don't panic…"
His brow began to sweat as he squashed down the rising anxiety, his hands had the barest of trembles when he was able to rise to his feet again. His cold gaze rose to the wall he needed to scale; with a calmer heart he began to climb the wall. The decaying stone crumbled at his touch and crashed to the sand below as he disturbed large chunks of rock and hesitated when they crashed loudly against each other.
When there was no shouting above him, he made the last stretch quickly as the wind began to freeze him. He glanced over the rail and saw it empty of people, he swung his legs over the edge and sighed in relief when his feet touched the flat ground. Solid, comforting…
As the sky grew dark, the teenager removed his jacket with a struggle thanks to the handcuffs so he was dressed in his moth-eaten shirt and began to wring the water out. The thick fabric had successfully soaked up quite a bit of water and he left a river behind him as he walked, muttering to himself in annoyance.
It was difficult for the cold to affect him, but even so he didn't like feeling wet. Just feeling the water in his shoes had him cringing. With a click of his tongue, the teenager struggled his arms through the sleeves and zipped it up halfway.
The handcuffs glint under the lamp light as the sun died out, he eyed them in annoyance. He would need to unpick them when he got back to his nest. For now, it was just a decoration. He tucked his hand into his pocket so that it looked like it was there as a fashion piece on his belt rather than his wrist while fishing for some cigarettes with his free hand. Thankfully his metal holder kept them dry, it was his only valuable treasure. Using a finger, he lit one up and stuck it between his teeth so that he could return the container to his pocket.
Each breath in the ember brightened, the smell of smoke was comforting as he walked down the many pathways. Avoiding the usual haunts of territorial rivals and the police, he managed to make it to his 'gangs' area. Many eyes followed him as he walked towards the entry, his shoulders tensed as he saw the gatekeeper. The large man's eyes burned as he grew closer before smirking.
"What's this? I don't see anything for the boss…"
"Fuck off…" He snarled around his cigarette, "You already know that the police almost got me."
"The boss is waiting in the alley behind us… don't keep him waiting."
Keeping his shoulders raised, the teenager dragged his feet lazily as he went to the mentioned alley, it was a long and cramped one. He walked down it until he finally found a source of life. The boss crouched on top of a dumpster while his lapdog threatened a well-dressed man whom was probably passing by at the wrong time.
"Yo boss!" The teenager kept his voice calm as he almost skipped over to the boss with arm raised in mock greeting, the older man sent him a cold glare before snatching the cigarette from his mouth once he was in arms reach and stuck it between his own lips.
"I am surprised you came back after your failure in the market square. It doesn't seem like you to fail so much in a row… do you enjoy the beatings that much?"
"Oh yeah, complete masochist." He wittily snapped back, he kept his smirk on his face as the boss grabbed him from the back of his head and yanked his hair causing his whole body to snap downwards. His eyes became cold despite his smile.
"Don't be a wise ass to me, kid." The boss jumped down from the dumpster and dragged the teenager down while slamming his knee up into their stomach. The teenage clenched his teeth and took a few more knees before he was thrown against the wall. He rubbed the back of his sleeve over his mouth to wipe away the foam and drool, his eyes hooded as he stared at the boss. "Hm… I admit it was entertaining to watch you trying to run away. Unfortunate someone told the police your escape route, or else you would have gotten away."
Rage filled the teenager to the core and his eyes almost glowed green as he moved to attack, "You… bastard, it was you?!" Thump! "Agh!"
The boss punched him in the stomach, right where he was kneed making him curl up his torso slightly. Beside them the other thug and nobleman watched silently as the boss treated the teenager as a punching bag for a few heartbeats. He leaned against the wall and a solid downpipe to keep from falling to the ground… he wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction.
Click… "Huh?" The teenager looked at his wrist and tugged, the boss grinned after tightening the last cuff around the very downpipe the teenager was leaning against, "You motherfucking…"
Smack! A solid punch to his wounded jaw shut him up and the healing wound tore open again, "You failed to pay the toll again, kid." The older man licked the blood and spittle from his knuckles with a smirk, "You can stay here and either wait for the police to take you to your execution, or take your own life."
He snapped his fingers and the thug with him grabbed the noble by his collar and flung him towards the teenage, his shoulder collided with his crotch making him grip the man's head making his top hat tilt and grunted in pain. The noble sent him an apologetic look while sweating nervously as his jacket pockets were picked clean of cigarettes and anything of value. His wallet was already very deflated and the deck of cards seemed worn.
"Wow, for a richly dressed guy you really have nothing…"
"H-Hey now…" The dark-haired man flinched as his top hat was removed and the boss placed it onto his own head, he opened the packet of cards and slowly threw one at a time at the pair in a contemptuous way. When he grew bored, he threw them at the teenager's face making them look away to protect their eyes… before he could look back the boss got up in his face with a deranged grin. The embers of the cigarette were warm against his skin as it almost touched him.
"If only you would play with me a little nicer, kid." He gripped the teenager by the jaw while removing his cigarette to snub it against the wall beside the teenager's ear, his tongue licked against their lips then along his jaw to lap up his blood making the teenager's eyes grow enraged and grind his teeth, the noble hissed in discomfort when the teenager's fingers tightened in his hair. "That there is exactly what I mean… enjoy your last night of freedom, kid." The boss pulled the top-hat down at the front in a mocking way and walked away.
"Fucking bastard…" The teenager hissed through his teeth as he glared where the boss had gone, the noble shifted where he sat at his feet into a more comfortable position so that his head leaned back against the teenager's thigh. He didn't seem to mind the hand gripping his hair.
"Got a smoke?" He said with a sigh.
"Ha…" The teenager laughed in disbelief before reaching into his pocket to pull out his cigarettes again, the noble took one and lit it up with a lighter he hid in his sleeve. Sly man… "What a day…"
"Tell me about it." The noble took a long drag and held the cigarette up in a friendly offering, the teenager took his own drag and felt the tension ease out of his shoulders, "Looks like you're in quite the predicament…"
"No shit…" The teenager scratched his head with his chained hand causing the cuffs to loudly clang against the pipe, "You got anything small and sharp on ya?"
The noble lazily pat down his chest and pockets, "Hm… nah. Nothing on me." He took another long drag and stared at the stars, the wind brushed through their hair making the noble shiver and lean further against the teenager's legs, closer to his unnatural body heat. "I don't want to go home…"
"Wow…" The teenager drawled out in a sarcastic tone while staring coldly at the cuffs, "Don't want to return back to your cosy little bed?"
His comment had the noble looking at him with a slightly guilty look, his black eyes reflected the golden ambers like a black mirror and gave the teenager a better view of his features. Well, he was a handsome man, bet he has everything in life… all the girls he could ask for. It pissed him off more.
"Another drag?"
"Sure…" He bent down and accepted the cigarette as it was pushed into his mouth, the noble's gloved fingers brushed his lips and felt cool to the touch. The teenager used his tongue to get the cigarette into the corner of his mouth and enjoyed the taste of the tobacco as he smoked, he tugged at the cuffs in a testing way. "This is frustrating."
"Let me take a look." The noble finally rose to his feet and brushed the dirt off the back of his tailed jacket, his face got close as he squinted at the cuffs in the limited lighting. "Wow, it's on really tight."
True, his wrist was growing red and purple and dripped with blood where the metal cut into his skin. The noble seemed transfixed by a crimson bead as it ran down his forearm, before focusing on the lock of the cuff.
"Names Tyki, by the way. Sorry for the low blow before…"
Ah, the shoulder in the crotch… "Wasn't your intention." The teenager hesitated and averted his eyes when Tyki stared at him. He knew the man wanted his name but he was far too paranoid and jaded…
"So 'kid', been in this city all your life?" Tyki empathised the nickname and smirked when he received a cold glare.
"A few years…" Again, he didn't elaborate on himself and stared down the alley while sweating beneath his scarf. The boss didn't call police here, did he? "Can you do anything about the cuffs or not?" He snapped in annoyance.
"Nope!" Tyki laughed and dodged backwards when the teenager tried to headbutt him, "Hey, I tried!"
"Tried my ass!" The teenager began to feel aggravated; he wrapped his free hand around the chains and began to try and rip the downpipe off the wall. Tyki looked startled and began to fuss as blood thickened around the youth's wrist as the cuff cut into his wrist and fingers.
"Woah there, kid!" He wrapped his hand around the teenager's wrist without a care of his blood staining his white gloves and halted his frantic tugging, he hissed in pain when the metal felt like it was melting his skin and noticed how the metal seemed to warp from unknown heat, "Calm down… You're just going to lose a hand at this point!"
The teenager sent him a wild glare, Tyki must have seen his rising panic in his eyes because the man's grip on his wrist loosened. The mans eyes flashed to the side as he listened closely to passing traffic, he raised his finger to his lips before taking the cigarette from the teenager. He threw it to the ground and stamped it out.
"A patrol is passing by…" The youth tensed and Tyki quickly removed his coat to wrap it around the slightly shorter teenager, covering his head and body frame from view before the small patrol of police could pass the alley, "Just relax."
Using one arm around the others waist, Tyki tugged the teenager closer so that their chests pressed firmly together. The older man rested his nose against the teenager's throat and slowed his breathing to listen as three policemen paused next to them.
"Youngsters…" One of the older policemen chuckled at the sight of them, "Make sure to hurry home kids. It's dangerous being out this late…"
"Thank you, sir." Tyki sent the policeman a slightly sensual smile while making sure to run a hand down the teenager's spine, bringing out small trembles. He raised his finger to his lips in a hushing motion as one of the policemen recognised him, "Please keep this a secret from my brother…"
"Yes sir…" The man gestured towards his two comrades in a desperate way, the three policemen bowed and rushed away on hurried steps.
"Whew…" Tyki smiled down at the teenager and felt his eyes lower when he examined their expression, they had their eyes averted with a very faint flush. "That was a close one… now, lets try and think of a better way to remove those cuffs. Don't want to lose one of these pretty little hands."
A snarl was his response and Tyki shrugged lazily. The flushed, angry expression had one thought passing Tyki's mind. 'So cute…'
"So, kid…"
"For crying out loud…" The teenager lost it as Tyki said the nickname again in a teasing slur, "Fine, my name is Rayne."
"Pleasure to meet you, Mister Rayne." Tyki tipped his non-existent hat in greeting while smirking successfully, click. "Oh… look at that, it came undone. Must be a defect…"
Rayne sighed in relief as his wrist was suddenly freed from the cuffs. He frowned, weren't they clipped in to the max? He rubbed his bleeding wrist while staring at Tyki with suspicion in his eyes.
"I swear I did nothing." Tyki lazily raised his hands in submission before stepping back to give Rayne room to move.
"Not taking your coat back?" Rayne moved to remove the jacket from his shoulders but Tyki quickly grasped the lapel and tugged it closed, "What are…?"
"You're wet, I felt it. Stay warm or else you will catch a cold."
"I don't get cold." Rayne tried again but Tyki stood firm, "Fine… I don't care if it smells or gets blood on it."
Tyki smiled once more in success before pulling the metal cigarette holder from Rayne's pocket, he took out another cigarette and lit it up. He gestured towards the end of the alley, "Walk with me. I am finding myself enjoying your company, I'll shout you dinner."
"With what money." Rayne smirked when Tyki sweated, "Did you forget you were just mugged? Idiot-Rich boy."
"H-Hey…" His dark eyes lowered to the cards on the ground and he crouched to begin picking them up, Rayne hesitated before giving his assistance while muttering in annoyance under his breath. "Thank you, my niece would have been unhappy if I lost all these."
"Whatever…" Rayne tucked his hands into his pockets and coolly stared up at Tyki as the man the rubber band around the cards, "Hurry up and take me to the food."
Tyki blinked in surprise, before breaking into a laugh.
"Yes sir."
"Quite the… house…" Rayne looked around the manor, looking completely out of place in the lavish environment.
"It's my brothers… not really my taste." Tyki shrugged with a sarcastic scoff, "There should still be food in the… ah here we are. Road, throw me an apple."
"Welcome home Tyki…"
Inside one of the many rooms Tyki led him into was a warm sitting room, a young girl lazily slouched on the couch threw an apple over her shoulder without looking up from her book and Tyki caught it onehanded, "That's my niece."
Hearing her uncle addressing someone unfamiliar with her, the young girl spun around and snapped the book shut. She gave a sly smile as she examined Rayne, "Hello." Rayne bowed his head and swallowed, what was etiquette towards a young noble woman?
"Wow I didn't know you were out picking up cute strays, Tyki." She giggled while Rayne rubbed the back of his neck in uncertainty, she skipped over and sniffed at the pair making Rayne flinch. "Not your usual brand." Her hooded eyes rested on the teenager's bleed wrist after spotting the stain on Tyki's glove but made no comment.
"Nah, got mugged." Tyki didn't seem embarrassed to admit it while Road cackled. He turned his head to address Rayne, "Grab one of those plates, Mister Rayne."
"You don't need to say mister…" Rayne obeyed and nervously picked up a plate with several types of finger foods, the painted ceramic alone probably costed more than everything on his person and plus some… his mouth watered as the smell wafted into his nose.
"Is Sheril home?" Asked Tyki to his niece and Rayne guessed that was his brother's name.
"Nope, his out with some ministers. Millie is here though…"
"Ah…" Tyki rubbed his jaw with the heel of his palm and averted his eyes, "Is he in a good mood?"
"Yeah, he saw something funny today so he has been in high spirits since he got home." Road skipped over towards Rayne with her hands behind her back, her eyes examined all his injuries and his thin frame hidden beneath Tyki's jacket. Without a word she piled more food onto his plate and smiled.
"Come." Tyki held the door open for Rayne, the teenager gave Road thanks before rushing out. As if afraid to get lost in the unknown world of this rich home, Rayne followed Tyki so close his toes almost hit the man's heels. "Here we are, sit down and eat. I'll draw you a bath and find something for you to change into."
"Why?" Rayne placed the plate onto the table as gently as possible and shrugged the damp, sandy suit jacket off his shoulders. Tyki folded it over an arm and smiled, "You don't need to go that far…"
"Please accept my hospitality." Tyki gave a slight bow, "Enjoy."
Before Rayne could voice a complaint, Tyki already left the room through an adjacent door that Rayne could only guess to be a bathroom. Alone…
Rayne breathed steadily and ran his eyes across the room. Didn't seem like anything dangerous was inside, it was just a bedroom… how could something so big be a place to sleep!? Rayne took up one of the rolled cheese filled meat slices and stuffed it into his mouth. Angels sang as his tastebuds were overloaded with new flavours, how could something taste so good?
His stomach growled eagerly as he hungrily ate the food. For something so small, the food was filling. He almost wanted to lick the plate clean, but even he knew that would be childish… feeling jittery as he listened to running water where Tyki went, Rayne got to his feet and walked over towards the window while unzipping his jacket. The grounds were beautiful. Tyki's brother must be a very big name.
"The bath is ready." Tyki stepped out while wiping his hands dry with a towel with his suit jacket missing, his white button-up was rolled up to his elbows and his cravat was loosened, "I'll grab some dry clothes for you."
"Thank you…" Rayne removed his jacket and let Tyki take it from him, as he walked past the older man, he pulled is tattered shirt over his head and vaguely heard an intake of breath behind him. He looked back with a confused frown but found Tyki wasn't even looking at him. Steam filled the lavish bathroom and Rayne looked at the full bathtub with excited longing. When was the last time he had a proper leisure bath, without having to break into a hotel and use their facilities as quickly as possible without being caught? There was even soap and shampoo!
Rayne undid his belt and kicked off his boots, sand fell out and he sighed as his chaffed skin was freed from the sandpaper like confinements. With a hiss of discomfort as his bruised abs throbbed, Rayne climbed into the deep tub and lowered down into the water with a groan of pain. The hot water soothed his aching muscles and he felt boneless.
"How is the temperature?" Asked Tyki at the door, he placed a bundle of clothes on the vanity and loosened his top button.
"Good…" Rayne let his eyes droop as he enjoyed the feeling of the water, beside him Tyki smirked before kneeling beside the bath with a shampoo bottle in his hand. "Hm?"
"Relax, you took quite the beating… and judging by your back it wasn't the first one." Ah… he did sneak a look. Tyki wet Rayne's hair with a jug and poured a copious amount of shampoo into his palm, he rubbed it into both hands before massaging it into Rayne's scalp.
"This is quite a lot to do for someone you shared a cigarette with." Rayne kept his eyes shut as he focused on the feeling of the man's fingers against his head, how could putting shampoo in your hair feel so good? It sent tingles down his spine. He moaned and felt his lips quick upwards as the fingers spread widely around his cranium.
When he felt the man pause, he opened one of his eyes and frowned. Why did it look like Tyki was having an internal dilemma while staring down at his face?
"You really need to stop doing that…" Muttered the man.
"Doing what?" Rayne flinched when Tyki leaned in close so that his lips were close the Raynes, the smell of tobacco was strong on his breath and it had the teenager flushing.
"Looking so cute. Makes me want to have ulterior motives."
"C-Cute…?" Rayne glared up at Tyke as he felt offended by the description, but it seemed to make the man more excited. "How the hell am I cute!?"
"Like that, damnit!" Tyki roughly rubbed his head making Rayne tense and grab his wrists.
"OW! Stop it, ow ow!" The pair of them squabbled for a moment and only stopped when Tyki shoved his head under the water. "Fucking hell… quit it!"
"Fiery." Tyki laughed as he wiped his hands dry and leaned against the edge of the bath as Rayne washed away days-worth of filth from his skin. "I thought you would be paler under all that dirt."
"Sorry to disappoint…" Rayne washed away the soap and leaned back against Tyki's folded arms, the older man tilted his head so that his face wasn't in Rayne's hair. He held a lofty smirk as he let his eyes run down the teenager's dripping neck and chest. His eyes paused at the cross shaped 'scar' in their chest, and his eyes flickered with excited familiarity.
"It isn't." Tyki licked his lips and fished for the cigarette box he took from Rayne's jacket and lit one up. He leaned his cheek against his arm as he smoked and examined the teenager's face. He was handsome, and somehow also beautiful… his black eyelashes were thick and his face was nicely shaped despite his malnourishment. Tyki let his eyes droop as he got soothed by the tobacco and warm steam.
Rayne glanced at him, "Falling asleep? Give me a smoke…"
Without hesitating, Tyki removed the cigarette and gave it to Rayne. His pupils shuddered as his skin touched the teenager's lips and he realised exactly how warm the other person was, his eyes fell when he saw red and followed the bead of blood that flowed lightly from the cut on Rayne's jaw. One of them must have bumped it and reaggravated it again.
Smirking, Tyki leaned forward and ran his tongue across the cut and chuckled when Rayne jumped. The teenager tensed but he kept his expression aloof as Tyki licked and kissed at his jaw, he blew smoke from his nose in a long sigh as he felt his heart race. He wasn't innocent, so he wasn't going to blush like he had his first time… god remembering it was embarrassing.
Rayne tapped away ash from the cigarette as he let his arm hang over the edge of the bath, he turned his head causing Tyki to be dislodged from his jaw, the older man licked his lips clean of blood as he craned his neck so that his mouth barely touched Rayne's.
"I think I might have had ulterior motives…"
"You think?" Rayne chuckled while taking another drag and felt his lips lift as Tyki licked the corner of his mouth, tasting the tabaco.
"I swear it wasn't my real intention." The sarcastic expression Tyki gave him screamed lies but Rayne simply smirked in reply, so the noble wanted to play? This wasn't a game he was unfamiliar with… he raised his arm and threaded his fingers into Tyki's hair firmly. His smirk grew proud when he saw the tell-tale tremble of the man's eyes and felt his cheeks flush in excitement, "But I am enjoying this none the less…"
Chuckle. Rayne laughed after taking in a long breath of tabaco, the ambers were already close to his fingers. Fingers that were pruning… while pushing back his hair from his eyes, Rayne shifted and braced himself as he stood. Tyki didn't move as he watched Rayne climb out of the bath.
Rayne grabbed a towel after stubbing out the cigarette on the soap holder on the vanity and started to rub at his head and shoulders, he looked down as he felt Tyki staring shamelessly with a shrewd smile. "What?"
Wordlessly, the man grinned like a cat that ate the canary as he stood and used the towel to pull Rayne closer, he leaned down the few inches that separated their height and gave Rayne a chaste kiss. The taste of tobacco seemed to excite him further and his slid a warm tongue across Rayne's bottom lip in a wordless plead. Open up, please?
With a deep moan, Rayne closed his eyes and leaned into the kiss giving Tyki permission to deepen it, his tongue slid into his mouth and he met it eagerly. His hands grasped at Tyki's clothed hips as the older man held firmly to the towel, bringing their bodies closer at his own accord making Tyki give a pleased sound from his chest.
Tyki licked his lips as they parted, his eyes hooded with desire as he looked down at the faintly flushed teenager. He wrapped the towel over Rayne's shoulders and slowly ran his hand down the youths back, one hand slipped into the crack between Rayne's firm cheeks and prodded his hole with his middle finger. It was tight… "I'm going to have to work to prepare you, kid." He smirked when Rayne gave him an annoyed pout. Too cute.
He pressed in his finger and curled it, searching for that one spot that made a man keen while wrapping his other hand around the teenager's twitching manhood. Tyki ran the pad of his thumb across the weeping tip and stuck his thumb into his mouth, the others flavour wasn't that bad. Smirking, Tyki backed Rayne against the wall and lowered to his knees.
"What are you… hn!?" Rayne threw his head back and moaned as his whole shaft was ingulfed by the damp heat of Tyki's mouth. He grabbed a hold of the man's head and trembled as he felt a sinfully skilled tongue run across his length, "S-Shit!"
The combination of the finger in his ass, and the mouth doing many unfamiliar things to his manhood had Rayne's knees give out, a firm hand pressed against his bruised abs and helped hold him upright. So good!
Smirking around the others shaft, Tyki added another finger as the teenager loosened up with his ministrations and he paused when a strange sound escaped them. 'Found it.' Like a hound that tracked down its prey, he angled his fingers to hit Rayne's prostrate and began to bob his head. Rayne's fingers twitched against his head and was releasing cute, eager sounds that drove Tyki crazy. His own manhood throbbed against his pants.
"Making some adorable sounds for me, Rayne." Tyki licked the base of Rayne's shaft as he spoke and grinned at the expression on the other's face. Blissful, and looking like he was close. A pair of sea green eyes looked down at him and Tyki flinched, there was a mild glow to his gaze. "What a pretty expression you have… it's making me go nuts."
Before Rayne could angrily tell him off for his words, Tyki began giving head at a desperate pace making the erotic high hit him like a tidal wave and break off into the most adorable squeak, "S-Shit, I'm close…!"
"Mm hm." When he hummed, Tyki felt Rayne twitch against his tongue and he curled his fingers inside the teenager.
"Tyki… careful I-I'm… Hngh!" Rayne's body shuddered as he tried to pull the unrelenting Tyki's head away, his cum was warm and delicious and Tyki barely was able to contain it all in his mouth, he swallowed while some escaped past his lips. He looked up with pleased eyes as Rayne seemed to float weakly through the clouds as he slowly recovered, his hole quivered around his fingers.
The teenager's eyes widened, as his senses came back to him and he looked down at Tyki in shock when he realised what happened.
"W-What… did you swallow that?"
"Of course." Tyki used his finger to catch the stray cum on his chin and licked the wet digit clean while Rayne gaped down at him like he was insane, "Thank you for the meal…"
"You're…" Rayne gasped as Tyki kissed his way up his torso, he added a couple more fingers and used both hands to stretch his hole. "Fuck…!"
"That's it, keep moaning for me my sweet." Tyki held an arrogant grin as he watched the youths face crumple into bliss, "Can you feel what you're doing to me?" He punctuated his question by rolling his hips forward so that his covered lump rubbed against the others spent member.
"I… do you want me to do it?" Instantly Rayne felt his resolve disappear as Tyki stared at him with an unreadable expression, his eyes quaked rapidly as his mind seemed to go elsewhere for a moment. What was he daydreaming of?
"Offering to give me a blow-job?" Tyki bared his teeth in a pleased smile as he pressed his fingers against the others prostrate making their knees weaken, he had to hold Rayne upright. "Sorry but I want more than your mouth, sweetie."
Understanding flashed past Rayne's eyes and he swallowed. He didn't fight as Tyki slowly spun him around and make him lean against the vanity so that he was facing the mirror. He stared at Tyki's face in the reflection in the areas not misted up as the man opened the draw and pulled out a small vial of oils. Natural oil, with soothing elements. Perfect for this situation.
Tyki undid his pants and moaned when his shaft was freed, he sweated in desperation as he coated himself with the oil and undid a couple more buttons on his shirt. He raised his fiery gaze to meet Rayne's in the mirror as he rubbed his shafts head against the teenager's quivering entrance, he licked his lip and gave a seductive smirk as he pushed his hips forward. It brought him great joy to see the teenager's lashes flutter as he slid inside.
"Look at that, you opened up for me so easily." Rayne moaned in response and opened his mouth in a gasp, his eyes watered as he felt some discomfort. "Relax, try not to squeeze around me. It's difficult enough as it is to control myself, I would just enjoy hurting you too much."
"Ha…" Rayne laughed breathlessly, "So you are a sadist… had a feeling."
Snarling as he felt Rayne's wall's quiver around him, Tyki grabbed his hips and began thrusting. Rayne gasped and made fists as the vanity rattled, his eyes lowered and almost shut as Tyki aimed for his prostate. "Shit, you feel good around me…"
"Hm! So… ah!" Rayne couldn't speak as his toes curled and his manhood twitched to life, his unmarred shoulders shivered and seemed to beg Tyki to mark them. Eager to accept, Tyki bit and sucked his away cross the rippling skin leaving teeth marks and hicky's wherever he could reach. Sweat dripped down his back and soaked through his fitted shirt as the fiery warmth that swallowed his entire manhood hit him in the core. "T-Tyki…!"
"Yes," Tyki felt his face morph into a more deranged expression, "say my name… Rayne… say it more."
"Tyki… ah!" Rayne choked on his words as Tyki picked up the pace, his mouth drooled and his eyes widened as his body shook with pleasure. It seemed more overwhelming than he remembered and felt his eyesight speckle with black. It felt too good.
If only he knew he was having sex with the Noah of Pleasure… that would explain much of what he was currently feeling.
"That's it…" Tyki deepened his voice as he panted against Rayne's ear, his fingers dug into the teenager's skin as he pulled their hips back into each thrust and he felt his balls tingle. He was already getting close and he didn't want to hold back. "Keep calling for me, I will fill you up."
"Ah, Tyki please…"
"Shit!" Tyki bit his lip and shivered as Rayne's voice and euphoric expression in the foggy mirror felt like a punch to the stomach that turned him on. His manhood twitched and he wrapped an arm around Rayne's waist so that he could grasp his hand around their manhood. Rayne bucked his hips in surprise and cried out as Tyki stoked him while thrusting inside him.
The feeling of his girth, much larger but just as accurate as his fingers, was very quick to drive him towards the edge again. "Tyki… I'm going to cum again…!"
"Me too… so cum." Tyki clenched his teeth and panted desperately as he felt his release peak, "Here it is! Hmm!"
His shaft twitched and trembled as he came, his balls almost emptied themselves into Rayne and his hand shuddered as he stroked Rayne until the teenager came across the vanity. They both panted desperately as they came down from the high, the steam seemed to part as Tyki wrapped his arms around Rayne's torso and rested his head between his shoulder blades.
"Hm… that was great…" Tyki raised his black eyes and smirked. "Look at your face…" He reached up and ran his hand across the misty mirror, then grabbed the teenagers chin to force him to look at his own reflection. Rayne seemed to flinch when he saw his eyes, his face paled when they were glowing and his whole body tensed up. His face was flushed from the heat and pleasure, even his eyes teared up. Memories of the cruel eyes… the echoed voices calling him monster… it raised his anxiety levels.
"I…"
"You don't have to explain…" Tyki cut him off and kissed along Rayne's shoulder. The teenager gave him a surprised but very thankful look, "Let's get my cum out of you and clean up. Can you walk?"
"Y-Yes…?" Rayne moaned and arched as Tyki pulled out, his face almost had Tyki's manhood rise from the dead for round two but he already spent everything he had. Maybe in a few hours…? Without bothering to remove his clothes, Tyki gently helped Rayne over to the bath and he climbed in behind him and let the teenager lean back against his chest. He rested his forehead against their shoulder as Rayne dug the cum out of his arse on his own.
Tyki kept his arms wrapped around the teenager's waist and kept him close as he closed his eyes and listened to the other's heartbeat.
Rayne thought over the situation as he scooped out thick cum, this was far better than being beaten up by gang members and spending the rest of his life in a cell. Which god did he please? Did he fondle the golden balls of some lucky bastard without realising?
Instead of either of those horrible options he had a bath, food in his stomach, and mind-blowing sex with a rich and handsome noble.
"How'd it go, get it all out?" Tyki's voice sounded a little sleepy as he rested his head.
"Yeah…" With Tyki holding his hips, Rayne stood and weakly climbed out of the bath one more time. He used the wall to help brace himself as he dried down while Tyki relaxed further into the bath, his shirt clung to his pecks and the collar sat askew showing off one deep collarbone that gave the slightest peep of a vicious looking scar. Rayne dressed himself, he hooped his belt through the loops and rolled the sleeves up. The shirt, even though it was a slim-fit, still sat loosely on his slender body.
Leaving the shirt untucked since it billowed out like a balloon too much when he did, Rayne pushed back his hair and gave Tyki a side glance before stepping out of the bathroom, he paced the room until he no longer felt like a newborn deer on trembling legs. His arse throbbed in discomfort as he sat on the lounge and sucked on a sugar cube as he waited. Rayne felt his eyes droop as he dozed, moonlight shone through the window giving the bedroom a blue glow. One lantern shone beside the large curtained bed, and even it had a cold tone to it.
"Ah… that was great." Tyki stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, he opened his cupboard to pull out a pair of slacks similar to what he gave Rayne and unwrapped the towel so he could throw it over his shoulders. Rayne only glanced over at him for a second to see how bad the scars were that he had a peek of, before averting his eyes. He popped another sugar cube into his mouth and let it melt on his tongue, "Give me a taste of that."
Tyki forced Rayne's head back with a large hand covering his eyes and pushed his tongue into Rayne's mouth. Sugary saliva bubbled past their lips as the kiss got hungry. When they parted for air, Tyki kept his hand firm over Rayne's eyes.
"Come get some sleep, it's been a long day." He said in a low tone that hit Rayne in the core.
After licking his sweetened lips Rayne replied with a slight tremble, "True… am I sleeping here?"
Tyki smirked, "Good idea. Yes… get into bed." Rayne limped over to the bed and fell onto it with a moan, how could a place to sleep be so soft?
The room grew darker when the curtains were closed with a snap and the lantern was shut off. Rayne kept himself from tensing up as the bed dipped and Tyki threw the blankets over their body while rolling over so his was pressed against Rayne's back. The older man gave Rayne soft kisses along his covered shoulder while holding him close. Despite bathing, the scent of tobacco lulled them.
Unbeknownst to Rayne as he drifted to sleep, Tyki let his fingers slip inside the teenager's head using his Noah ability and watched with cold golden eyes as he debated killing him. The Noah inside him wanted to kill Rayne as it sensed the Innocence residing inside his chest, it would be easy and wouldn't even leave a stain on his sheets.
The thought excited him.
Tyki raised his head on his knuckles and observed with hooded eyes as he ran his finger down Rayne's temple and throat, watching colours shifting where his fingers warped into the teenager's body. Beneath his 'touch' he could feel Rayne's slow heartbeat and he followed it towards the source. His innocence sat within his chest and he let his fingers brush against it. There was a heat to it unlike the other ones he had shattered in the past, but more akin to Allen Walker's. Maybe a common similarity with parasitic types?
"Hn…" Rayne shivered in his sleep with a small groan, as if sensing the danger and rolled over. Tyki whipped his hand away and kept it high in the air, as if caught with his hand in the cookie jar rather than his body. He held his breath as he looked down at Rayne's peaceful face…
"Sleeping so soundly…" Tyki smiled and brushed his palm against Rayne's head, examining his sleeping face. "Sleep well until morning."