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~! I'm glad that it looks like you guys liked the last chapter and I hope you enjoy this one too. As usual, many many thanks to everyone who reviewed and to Mery, the lemon should be in the next chapter, that is chapter 6. Patience is a virtue~!

For your own good is a persuasive argument that will eventually

make a man agree to his own destruction.

~Janet Frame

I want to snicker. My little one managed to break Wisely's mind shit by punching his friend. Sheril says something about the chronic liar's chronic disease, aka immense headaches and labels it as Wisely's Incompetence time. I feel a drop of sweat slide down the side of my face.

How cruel, even for brother Sheril…after all, the little mind reader is still a member of our family. I glance at the annoying kid as he rolls around, gripping his forehead and whinging about the pain.

…Nevermind. Sheril be as mean as he likes. I really can't stand that brat.

Besides, I am much more interested in watching my beloved. The sleeping dude, Alma…I think, finally woke up and immediately began to strangle the boy's friends and I am really curious as to how my love will behave from now on.

Millenni orders the new Akuma to kill the members of the Dark Order and I feel a slight pang in my chest at the horror on my Allen's face. Ah well, the more horrified he is, the more likely he is to take the Earl's offer. At Sheril's prodding, I reluctantly pick up the still wailing brat just as the place explodes, jumping to a safer spot with the others as the Earl squeals about seeing the 14th in pain.

Sheesh, I know you're a sadist like all Noah, Millenni but if you keep behaving like this, he's not going to wanna come back…

I watch my beloved cry for that Third Exorcist who knees him in the back of his head. Now I really wish I had killed him. How dare that little…urgh…he has the sweet Allen crying over him and looking at him with big and grateful eyes and he's absolutely not grateful.

I'm jealous. I know. But that starry-eyed look of adoration that my love is giving him is just aggravating. I mean, so he sent a few seals and saved Allen's friends from getting killed in that blast. What's so special about that? I could have easily done that with my awesome powers. Humph.

…I sound like a brat…a childish and jealous brat. Or a teenager in love. Well, I'm certainly in love but I am certainly not a teenager. I've been 26 for almost 10 years thank you very much. I am quite sure that I'm above such childish antics.

I glance at the brat in my arms. He's stopped crying and the blast has long been over. I turn around and dump him on the floor. You know what? I think I wouldn't mind being a little childish; is what I think as he curses and swears at me.

Huh…now that I think about it, I've been doing a lot of mental monologues. I wonder if that's worrying…nah, I'll worry when I hear voices in my head and I don't mean Joido.

That Third Exorcist has begun to synchronize with that Alma guy and I really want to step in when he attacks my beloved. No one but me should be allowed to attack Allen in any way. Except maybe Road and the Earl. Everyone else are off limits.

I eye his pained expression and feel another stirring somewhere further down. I love him, I really do. But I'm still a sadist and the sight of his blood is driving me nuts. I watch him as he tries to stop his Innocence's automatic reaction to the presence of a powerful Akuma.

His desperation is endearing but unless the Earl erases the Dark Matter in them, the little pests are doomed to be Akuma forever. I know that he is aware that there is nothing he can do, but he still wants to save them. He still tries. And that is what makes him beautiful.

His light shines the brightest in these situations and despite the pain I know it causes him, it gives me such a thrill to watch, to admire his strength and brilliance. A part of me hurts to see him so tormented but the rest of me is too busy simply basking in his light to care.

I watch as he struggles indecisively as the Akuma catches him, gripping the boy tightly with gigantic hands. It is then that the Earl makes his move. I feel a small grin curling my lips as Millenni offers to stop the little play that we prepared for Allen.

The boy freezes at his words. Agonized silver eyes widening in shock as the Earl explains how the Akuma are made from Dark Matter from his soul. I am barely aware of the battle between the swordsman and his childhood friend. It is more delicious to watch as the Akuma crushes Allen's leg in its large grotesque hand. I'm not really worried about that leg. A little Noah blood and it'll be right as rain.

One of the little scientists shouts to the Earl, asking why he wants Allen to go with us. I look into his eyes and I recognise that expression of utter devotion. He too has seen the boy's light and I suppose he sees us as trying to take his light away. I wonder if he knows how the Dark Order has been suffocating that light. Perhaps if he knew, he wouldn't be so upset about us stealing the boy away.

I glance at the Earl, wondering how he will respond to the question. I am taken aback when he easily says that he desires to be close to the 14th. Close huh…I hope he doesn't want to be as close to the boy as I do. Cause I don't think I'm strong enough to have a Mating rights battle with the Earl.

His eyes are a bit scary though. I'm quite sure that I'm considered very obsessed with the boy but the Earl's expression screams unhealthy obsession. Though, it does not look much like the type of obsession I have, it looks more desperate. Like that blue haired guy who's obsessed with finding his old girlfriend.

I notice that some of his Noah seems to have bled into his current consciousness since he's looking at Millenni with a rather surprised and touched expression. That or he himself is blushing lightly because he actually feels slightly more sympathetic when he realises that the Earl just wants his precious 14th back.

Huh. Maybe we should have just gone for the honesty tactic. Millenni could tell him how much the 14th meant to him, Road could tell him how much she loved Nea, and I could confess my undying love for him and steal a kiss. Yeah. Like that would work…

Suddenly the blond guy with the sailor hat jumps up, shouting something about the blood of Chan and some guardian. Aah! I scowl as a familiar girl appears out of the small stone between his hands and rushes to free Allen from the Akuma.

That's the weird girl who carried my little one away that night when I crushed his Innocence! …Wow…it feels like it's been ages since then, I wonder why…

I growl as she talks to Allen inside a small bubble that has formed around them, protecting them from the Akuma and any outside interference. Well, I'm not going to let her talk him out of coming with us. I can already see that he is leaning towards accepting our offer and I won't let her interfere!

I whisper something to Sheril before leaping towards the bubble. It may be strong enough to hold off a giant Akuma, but it is no match for the power of a Noah and I easily rip it open and shove the girl out, leaving the boy alone in the bubble. I grin as Sheril dutifully throws his threads of manipulation at the girl, using his powers to sew her lips shut while I turn to the boy.

It seems your heart has already decided. Come. It's not a good idea to keep the Earl waiting. Is what I say, as I extend a hand towards him. My heart pounding in my chest at he stares at my hand with indecision. His eyes are beautiful and as I expected, the lack of killer intent or any visible attack towards the girl has allowed her to escape his attention.

We will not hurt you and we will stop this horror. You just have to take my hand. Don't worry, it'll probably hurt but then you will only be complete and who you are will never disappear. I won't let you, I promise. I say with a reassuring smile, inserting as much honesty into my words as possible. Which is not hard since I am actually being honest.

He stares into my eyes. The intensity of his searching gaze is almost too much, but I keep my gaze steady because I know that everything rests on this. He is too important for me to fail. His eyes finally soften and he reaches out to take my hand.

I grin with happiness even as the shouts and protests of his friends echo across the crater. His hand is covered in bruises and cuts. Yet as I run my thumb across the back of his palm and feel the softness of his skin, I feel that he must have the most perfect hand in the whole world.

Even the gentle and manicured fingers of the ladies at balls are not as pleasing to the touch and I smile at him as I pull him closer. Trying not to let his injured leg touch the bubble's surface, I easily swing him into my arms, carrying him as I would a bride on her wedding day.

He leans against my chest. It seems like he is too tired to protest against the way I am carrying him. I feel slightly worried at his sudden docility but then I realise that he has chosen to give up. To put himself in our care.

He probably expects us to be cruel, but I intend to give him love and comfort. Not to mention, his trust (or lack of care) it extremely arousing. As though he has submitted to me even though I know he really hasn't and it more resignation than submission.

I almost want to laugh as the Earl relinquishes his hold on the Third Exorcists, allowing them and the Alma guy, to return to their original forms. Shouts echo behind us as we prepare to leave.

The Earl opens an Ark gate as Alma and the Third Exorcist collapse and Sheril releases the weird girl. She and the swordsman try to pursue us but we are already gone. I suppose that this day could be like a wedding day for us, Allen and I.

Because from this point on,

whether in sickness or in health,

till death do us part,

I will never let him go.

A/N: WAAAAH~! I think I finished this in record time~! Done in three hours~! I didn't think I could do something like that~! Anyway, as usual, I want to know what you guys think about this chapter. Was it good? Was it bad? Did it make sense? Did you understand the plot? Please answer, even if it's a simple: yes no yes no. XD

Next chapter, the good bits are coming~! The desired lemon might be in the next chapter or it might be in the next next chapter~! Check it out, to find out. Ciaossu~!