Disclaimer: If I owned D Gray Man, Allen would be in love with Tyki, Lavi and Kanda and he would be having sex with them every day. So it's best that I don't own it, don't you think?

Summary: He is like Painter's Grey, it looks black but when it is on paper, it is a light shade of blue grey… As Tyki crushes Allen's Innocence, he sees the exorcist's eyes turn yellow for a moment and it changes everything. Mostly consistent with the Manga up to chapter 196 page 21. Told from Tyki's point of view.

Pairings: Tyki/Allen aka Poker Pair

Warnings: Yaoi and lemon! If you don't like yaoi then why are you reading this? Also, there will be battle violence and swearing. Constructive criticism is allowed, flamers will be locked up with their flames and roasted alive.

A/N: Hi all~! To make up for the amount of time it's been since I updated, here's a longer chapter~! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and to Julia the White…I'm not entirely sure how to respond to that, I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you are genuinely unaware about this style of writing. I'm basically writing in a purposefully vagueish manner with non-sequitur thought patterns. It isn't a narrative so there won't actually be any dialogue and as for character development…I'm not sure what you mean by that, I'll assume it's like character building…so…umm…isn't the character already built and as fanfic Authors, we're just giving our interpretations of said character? Besides, I think I've been doing nothing but character building actually. If I'm wrong about anything I've said so far, please leave another review to tell me and I'll get back to you asap. Anyway, time to start the show, roll film~!

Everything I do is for him.

~Merlin from BBC's Merlin

I watch with hooded eyes from within a nearby rock. My heart racing at the mere sight of his face, desiring a taste of that dark red blood trickling from his left eye. The Third Exorcist says something and I can see the tightness of anger in his body as he throws an easily blocked punch at his comrade. I listen with irritation as the arrogant man taunts him and I decide that it is time to reveal myself.

I greet him with a smile as I gleefully sever the arms of the Third Exorcist. He speaks my name and I suppress a shudder at the sound of my human name rolling off his tongue in that beautiful voice of his. It just makes me want to hide him away, to keep him all to myself. Yes, I suppose I am selfish, really, I'm the Noah of Pleasure. What else would I be but selfish?

Sheril and Maashiima appear behind me as I gleefully state that we are hunting exorcists. I watch fondly as he predictably uses his 'Clown Belt'- what an endearing name- to collect his injured comrade before escaping with the two humans and the other Third Exorcist. My obsession really does love too much.

It is too easy to follow them and use the Ark to enter the cave where they have barricaded themselves. Sheril is busy kidnapping the Third Exorcist that annoyed my selfless beloved and I can't really bring myself to care as I quickly stun the long haired Third Exorcist before tossing him at Maashiima who has just landed a blow on my treasure. I can't help but feel slightly irritated at that.

Sheril quickly goes through the Ark gate to where the Earl and Wisely have prepared the stage. He draws his sword and I feel my blood soar as I battle the beautiful white haired teenager. His beautiful eyes are alight with fire and his dishevelled appearance makes me want to ravage him against my bedroom wall. Well, any wall will do really, I probably wouldn't even mind an audience at this point.

He pursues me as we clash repeatedly in the large cave, the way he stares so intensely at me sends a thrill down my spine and fills my blood with desire. His short cloak fell off some time ago and I subtly eye the pale expanse of his chest that his slightly open shirt reveals, noting that his chest and underarms are lacking in the hair that are usually present in men.

A random though enters my mind and I wonder if he shaves or is just simply that undeveloped. Or perhaps it is like how my Noah removes such unsightly and uncomfortable body additions and his Innocence does the same? I mean, it is a parasite type, maybe it affected his growth of facial and body hair?

My musings are lost as my eyes are drawn to his body again. The delicious glimpse of his chest and shoulders makes it so hard to continuously bait him and distract him to keep him here long enough for the Earl to be ready for our arrival. I wonder if my similarly designed coat is distracting him?

This design certainly does reveal my toned chest and hard abdomen after all, and such a sight cannot possibly be unappealing to him…suddenly I have the urge to strip for him, to see if my body is to his liking. I shake the silly thoughts out of my head. Maybe if he ever accepts me as his lover then we could do something like that.

I sigh as I dodge another swing of his sword, I probably shouldn't let that stab me a second time. I really wish we didn't have to go through this convoluted plan and simply whisk the boy away to brother Sheril's mansion. My body aches to be closer to him and I really don't want to wait to begin courting him.

Buuutt…I suppose I understand the need to get him to come willingly, he is stubborn enough that he probably wouldn't listen to what we have to say and continuously try to escape unless he chooses to leave. Though I'm not sure he will leave even if he has proof of the Black Order's cruelty. Besides, I don't really want to force him either. He is too precious and I suppose that despite my dark desires, I don't really want to hurt him.

No, I want to protect him from the world. I want to lock him up and hide him where he can devote all of that amazingly unconditional love towards me. I want to hold him in my arms and shield him from everything that causes him emotional pain.

And yet, if he were weak enough for me to do that, I would not respect him nearly as much as I do now. So yes, I do see the reasons for this stupidly complex plan that has so many opportunities to go wrong but I still want to strangle Sheril to make him hurry up with the preparations.

Finally, the signal comes from my brother and I jump backwards into the Ark gate. The boy follows me as predicted, demanding that I return his comrades as we emerge in the Black Order's North Branch Headquarters.

A sense of surrealism courses through me as we shout the exact same thing to the large clown standing conveniently where we are about to land. His face is adorably comical as he realises that we have both landed on the Millennium Earl and I feel mildly embarrassed that I basically take orders from this absolutely lame character.

I mutter something about having already warned the Earl to move before eagerly turning to the teenager with a wide grin. "Welcome, Allen Walker." I announce grandly as he takes in the stage that we painstakingly set for him. His eyes go immediately to his friends who are bound by my brother's invisible strings and I want to roll my eyes.

He called out to the Japanese boy but it is my brother who replies. The irritating disarmed Third Exorcist shouts a question that I answer. Smiling with pleasure at the sight of brother Sheril sitting on top of the overturned coffin, the added weight pressing the side of the coffin cruelly on the man's hip.

Perhaps I'm being petty, still feeling irritated at the Third Exorcist for mocking my beloved but never let it be said that the Noah of Pleasure is above pettiness. I do enjoy bullying after all, it's an odd fetish of Joido I suppose.

Speaking of fetishes, I find myself holding back a wince when Allen says something about all Noahs being perverts. Really, I know brother Sheril is a pervert, he even pervs on me, but why all? I do hope he doesn't include me in that, I'm not a pervert! ….really! …I'm serious!

…okay maybe a little and only what it comes to my obsession who happens to be standing really close with his vulnerable back to me and doesn't seem to realise how hard it is for me to keep myself from reaching out and pulling him flush against my body…fine, I give up. I am a pervert. I slap myself mentally.

I jump as Sheril glares at us, reminding the two of us that we are still standing on top of the Earl. He seems particularly upset at me but I really can't be bothered. We hop off the Earl and I tell Allen that we are here for him. Somehow, I feel really flattered that he seems so comfortable around me that without noticing, he has dropped his guard slightly.

I allow the Earl to manhandle him, knowing that Adam will not hurt my beloved much for he too loves the boy. The Earl reveals why we are here and the boy denies the Earl's claims. I try not to think about how erotic he looks, pinned down like that and how aggravating it is that it is the Earl pinning him to the floor and not me.

These thoughts are thrown out of my mind however, when Nea emerges. He confirms that the Earl's words are true and he reaches up to caress the Earl's face. He smiles beautifully as he speaks words of forgiveness. I feel a pang as the Earl's shoulders shake. How fortunate the Earl is, to be loved by this person.

He glances at me over the Earl's shoulder and smiles. My breath catches at the soft look in his eyes, heart rate speeding up and my chest clenching. What is this feeling? This ecstasy and pain that swells deep within me. What is this joy, this sorrow that those eyes ignite within my veins?

The moment passes and he is screaming in denial, gripping his hair and coughing up blood. I can see it in his eyes, the fear. The fear of disappearing, of being replaced and I understand why he refuses to allow his true memories to completely resurface. After all, I too have felt it before.

My heart aches when he declares that he will rather die than become the 14th and I want to comfort him. To assure him that he is a part of the 14th and that he will only become complete rather than disappear. I distinctly note that I found his headbutt extremely hilarious and would like to see him do that to the Earl again. His dark aura is also extremely arousing for some reason.

He's complaining about being dragged into our family affairs and he suddenly appears very adorable in my eyes. Hearts appear in my eyes as I gaze in admiration at his strong yet childlike determination as he pretty much throws a tantrum in front of us.

My eyes snap back into battle mode as my heightened senses alert bring my attention to the killer intent directed at the Earl. I jump forward just in time to block the swordsman's katana from reaching the dazed Earl. The Innocence is deflected by my newly hardened skin and the Second Exorcist jumps back.

I take note of two things. First, my little one has flattened my brother by overturning the coffin he was sitting on. Stupid big perverted brother. Second, the shriek from Sheril alerts me to the fact that the swordsman has my niece clenched between his teeth. I wonder what he plans to do with her since it's not possible to hurt her in her doll form.

My jaw drops when he pulls off her ribbon and uses it to tie his hair. Haah? That's why he grabbed her? …Exorcists are weird. I hop onto one of the pipes that brother Sheril has unearthed, enjoying the show from a better vantage. The Earl is talking about a celebration and I think I'd really rather celebrate after Allen is with us. This boy has a tendency to make plans go wrong.

Then the swordsman asks who the dead fish guys is and I retract my statement. All Exorcists make plans go wrong. The Earl, my brother and I turn to stab Wisely with our eyes. He waves his hands in a 'not my fault' manner and I want to bash his face in. He may have white hair like my little one but that chronic liar is nowhere near as cute as my Allen.

I decide that my 'family member' doesn't deserve my attention and I return to staring at my beloved with hearts in my eyes. I distractedly notice that Road is taunting the swordsman, not very concerned even when he crushes her head in his palm. Perhaps she is taking advantage of her current invincibility to get a few digs in?

My obsession catches the dark haired man's blade as he makes to stab my niece's stomach. Ah, bless his soft heart, he says something about how his friend can't even hurt her anyway and that they need to save his friends but I know that he just doesn't want my niece to get hurt, on the off chance that she can actually feel any damage done to her.

It's such a sweet gesture but I find myself too distracted by his ass to appreciate his kindness. I can't tell if there's drool coming out from my mouth and I really hope there isn't any because Sheril will never let me live it down. But the way Allen is crouching down to gripping the swordsman's blade is giving me a very nice view of the curve of his back and shapely ass.

I shift slightly, hoping that no one notices that my pants suddenly look a little tighter and try to think of something unpleasant. The memory of brother Sheril's lips flying towards me is enough to make me vomit and my problem is replaced by the need to either find a chamber pot or hit my brother.

Then Wisely apparently deems the moment appropriate to use his powers to trap the swordsman inside the sleeping dude's brain and manages to drag Allen and Road along for the ride. We don't particularly mind, if Allen witnesses the memory as well, he's likely to empathise and then more power to us.

It makes me feel a bit bad, using his kind heart to draw him to us but it has to be done.
Everything I do is for him.

A/N: How was it~? Sorry I haven't updated for a while, so many things going on…I need a holiday from life… This chapter was really hard to do since I had to figure out what Tyki could have been thinking during the whole battle and we only saw him a few times. Anyway, as usual, please review, even one word is enough to make me happy. Just let me know that this story is actually being read, kay~?