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: Whew, I've been so busy lately, I think I've got steam coming out my ears… ahem…right, on to business. To AiMila, you're completely right~! Like I said in the summary, this story is only mostly consistent with the Anime/Manga up to chapter 196 page 21, from here on out, it's all my plot, I'm glad everyone seems to enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it and may the God of yaoi rain blessings upon everyone who reviewed~! XD

Warning: Big Lemon incoming!

If some things don't make you lose your sense of reason, then you have none to lose.

~Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

He is beautiful. I know I've thought it many times but it bears repeating. Soft white hair, fair skin gentle lips…this child must have been specially carved by God himself. I gently caress his face, shivering in delight at the soft smoothness against the backs of my fingers.

It has been a few hours since we returned to the mansion, cleaning him was a terrifyingly wonderful experience. The restraint I was forced to exercise as I gently washed his limp body was almost unbearable. Just remembering the smooth skin and slender limbs makes me hard and I quickly pull my hand away, not wanting to tempt myself further.

I glance at his leg. It is not broken anymore. As expected, a small transfusion of my blood was more than enough to heal all the damage done to him. The child now sleeps peacefully, looking absolutely sinful as he lies here, on my bed, in dark blue pyjamas that I used to wear.

My desire is almost uncontrollable and it is only my reverence and love for him that keeps me from attacking him as he slumbers. He stirs and I lean forward, trying to hide my eagerness as large silver eyes focus on me.

He whispers my name and I smile, a jolt of pleasure filling my body at the sound my name on his lips, spoken in his beautiful voice. He was dreaming, he tells me, dreaming of a loving mother and a beaming little brother called Mana. He glances at the door as it opens. I do not bother for I can sense who has entered and I cannot bring myself to look away from him yet.

The Earl enters and to my relief, he is not wearing that annoying body suit. The man sits on the other side of my beloved and I would be jealous if I did not already know that the man only cares for Nea like a son. I wonder what he will want to be called, will the child still wish to be called Allen or will he return to his former name of Nea when he is complete?

The Earl answers some of my little one's questions and he nods slowly when he learns that he is actually a defence mechanism, a false personality created in the absence of his true memories. Adam tells him that if he wishes to know the truth of what happened and how he came to be, he will have to speak to Nea himself, the remnants of the Noah still remaining within his psyche.

This is my que to pull out a mirror shard that has been soaked in Adam's blood for a few hours. After getting comfortable, Allen gazes into the piece of reflective glass and soon passes out. I wonder what is happening within his mind as I pull the blankets over the child and curl up at the foot of the bed, waiting patiently for him to re-emerge.

Time passes slowly and before I know it, I have fallen asleep, curled protectively around my beloved's feet. I dream of the sun and warmth and a beautiful boy smiling by my side. It is such a lovely dream and I feel my heart sing at the thought of one day being able to be with him like that.

My waking is slow and I blink blearily as I glance around the room, rubbing my eyes as I search the room for my white haired beauty. I finally spot him standing by the window, a pensive expression on his fair features.

I call out to him softly as I slowly sit up. He turns to me, looking slightly surprised before smiling and commenting that I look surprisingly cute while sleeping. I find myself blushing slightly at the unexpected words, raising an eyebrow questioningly as he walks back to the bed and sits down beside me with a small smile.

There's something strangely confident about the way he's behaving now, as though he was at peace with himself and had accepted something that he'd been struggling with before. Which is probably the case. I lie down beside him like a cat would, keeping quiet as I wait for my beloved to speak.

He is silent for a while, before beginning his story. He tells me of how Nea had tried to grant the Earl peace until he realised that the only peace available to the first apostle was death. Panicking, the 14th had halted the process, causing the Earl to momentarily lose his sanity and go on a rampage.

Nea had been guilty and horrified that his actions had caused the deaths of his family members and that the damage was so bad that they would probably not be reborn for many years. Knowing that the Earl would need someone by his side in the coming years, Nea had sacrificed himself to protect Road and Mana.

The horrified Earl had left shortly after regaining his sanity, leaving Nea's almost lifeless body in Mana's arms while Road vanished to recover from the damage that she had sustained. Before passing out from blood loss, Mana had used Timcampy to call a young exorcist, whose life Nea had saved, to help them.

The young white haired exorcist was quick to arrive on the scene. According to Nea, Allen was an exorcist that was forced to work for the Black Order and a few years before the his 'death', Nea had 'freed' him from the chains of his Innocence, making it so that he would not become a Fallen if he did not serve the Order.

Allen had worshiped Nea from that point on and was always happy to help the Noah in any way necessary. Taking in the scene, Allen had offered to host the 14th Noah in his body, even though he knew that his consciousness would be consumed by Nea's memories. Nea had been too weak to protest as the exorcist took him into himself.

Allen then spent the next few years taking care of Mana who had lost his mind from the trauma of seeing Nea's dead body and nearly dying of blood loss himself. However, the effects of the Noah's memories within Allen meant that his body began to regress and within 10 years, he was a 10 year old boy again. This was because his body needed to be 'reborn' as a complete Noah, rather that a mostly human body with fragments of the Noah gene.

Allen had left Mana, meeting various people to gain their support and make preparations for when he finally regressed to infancy. It was when he reached the age of a new born that Nea completely took over, changing their hair to red and becoming a true Noah. However, the unforseen circumstance was that at the same time, a few metres away, a human was being killed by an Akuma.

The poisonous gas covered the child and caused the transformation process to be disrupted. Nea's memories were not correctly absorbed and the body became something of a hybrid, neither human nor Noah. Years later, when the new Allen's Innocence first awoke, the process jump started again, and unaware, he had begun to reassimilate the Noah memories and personality.

My beloved chuckles bitterly, as he adds that he thought that the reason he started talking and acting like Mana was because he missed him, but it was actually because Nea was always very similar to Mana and his personality had already begun to bleed through. I shift closer, knowing better than to say anything at this point.

He blinks down at me in surprise when I place my head in his lap, letting my untied hair splay across his legs. He frowns slightly, asking if the reason I'm being so nice to him is because of Nea or because he freed me from my indecision. I smile and caress his face gently, I've loved you since the first time we met.

His eyes shimmer with unshed tears and I am almost surprised when he leans down slightly to press his lips against mine.

I think I could die right now and be perfectly happy with it, for I have tasted the sweetness of his lips and there is no heaven greater than this. His lips are dry and chapped and he clearly has no experience with kissing, but this must be the best kiss I've ever received and I can no longer hold myself back.

He moans softly as I sit up and push him back against the bed. He stares at me with calm accepting eyes and I feel a burst of fire within my chest, an uncontrollable desire, a raging torrent of emotions. I moan his name softly as I recapture his lips, his innocence and lack of experience is so arousing as I gently but hurriedly part his lips to delve deep into his warm cavern.

Ah…ambrosia…his moans and heavy breathing are the most erotic music I have ever heard and I ache to hear more. Oh Gods…his tongue, small and nervous and absolute bliss against my own warm muscle. I trace the insides of his cheeks, the gentle curves of his gums and the smoothness of his neat rows of teeth. The taste and the feelings are indescribable as I greedily devour his mouth.

With a nibble of his lower lip and one last sweep of my tongue, I pull back to view the art I have created. For it is the most enticing art in existence and even that art loving General would have trouble portraying the beauty and sinfulness of this image. My beloved lies, sprawled out on my bed, under me, his eyes half-lidded in arousal, harsh pants escaping reddened lips as he grips the bed covers.

My eyes are drawn to the exposed flesh of his pale neck. The dark blue cloth only accents the fairness of that slender neck and I am powerless to resist. He gasps, moving his hands to grip my arms as I press my lips against his jugular, trailing butterfly kiss down the soft and smooth skin.

I pause when I reach the cloth barrier, glancing at him with a clear question in my eyes. He swallows thickly but nods, his fingers gently caressing a few strands of my hair. His confirmation is all I need and I quickly grasp the cloth, pulling the entire shirt through him, making him gasp at the sensation as I Choose not to let the cloth touch him.

He chuckles lightly at my impatience and I barely have enough mental capacity to feel embarrassed. My mouth quickly returns to his chest and his amused sounds soon turn to moans as I lap at a small pert nipple, coaxing it into hardness while I fondle the other nub.

His body is warm and I cannot resist, gently sinking my teeth into the soft flesh, drawing an erotic cry from the boy. The sweet flavour of his blood spreads through my mouth, arousing me further when he bucks his hips against my stomach, proving that he enjoys a certain level of pain during intercourse. I cannot say how fortunate this is because I don't think I can withhold my sadistic tendencies for much longer.

I grin as I move further down his body, taking some time to worship his body. Hopefully I will have further opportunities to memorize every bump and scar on his body but for now, I am too anxious to be one with him. I finally reach his loose pants and easily dispose of them in the same way I did his shirt. He shudders and the lack of blocking fabric allows me to see that he enjoys the feeling of having something inside him when I use my powers.

I smirk as I grab a small jar of oil off the bedside table and coat two of my fingers in it. He's eyeing me rather warily now, so I smile cheekily at him as I settle between his legs and press my hand into his abdomen, making him moan at the invasive sensation and I begin to stroke the inside of his passage, using Choose to coat the lining with oil.

I notice that he's starting to look uncomfortable and I immediately grasp his twitching hardness, stroking it slowly and making him cry out erotically. I grin as I begin to massage his opening, coaxing it to relax while I lean down and run my tongue along his weeping erection. He moans as I take it into my mouth, savouring the soft texture of the skin of his shaft.

Naturally, I have never done this before but I once watched Momo and Clark when they thought I was sleeping and I'm confident that with my powers, I can do even better. I press my tongue against the underside of his manhood, rubbing against his glans in a way that I know feels amazing.

He is thrashing now and I remove my hand from inside him, pushing my fingers into his entrance without the use of my powers and finding it sufficiently slick and loose. He moans at the friction and whispers my name in a breathy voice that instantly captures my attention. Hi reaches out for me, climbs into my lap and wraps his arms around me, thanking me for loving him.

I chuckle softly, telling him that it is I who should be thanking him for letting me love him and that he's going to sleep really well when I'm done 'loving' him. He laughs and presses his face against my shoulder, looking playfully happy as he nods and whispers into my ear.

Do it…

Shit…there's only so much a man can take, even if I am a Noah. I quickly pull out my hardness, coating it with the oil and lifting his hips above my aching hardness. I press against his opening and slowly begin to ease myself into him, stroking his back soothingly as he groans at the stretch. I am not a small man after all.

Finally, I am completely seated within him and I release a shaky breath as his tight hole clenches around me while he adjusts to having something inside him. Despite the urge to move, I am happy to simply be inside him, his warm and wet and tight passage encasing my shaft, his warm body pressing against me and his slender arms around my shoulders, his nails digging into my back as he pants against me.

Ty…ki…move…

He moans into my ear and I groan at the sound. I grasp his slim hips and smooth thighs as I slowly lift him, groaning at the delicious feeling of his heat hugging and clinging to me as though not wanting to let me go. I lower him back onto me and we moan in unison at the sensation.

He begins moving in tandem with me, our slow and erotic dance driving me insane as I struggle to control myself. He apparently realises that I am holding back because he tightens around me and thrusts his hips downwards, taking me in to the hilt at a wonderful speed. I groan loudly in shock and my hips are tingling with pleasure. My brain temporarily stalls when his expression changes and he snarls into my ear with the viciousness of a Noah's.

I'm not a fragile doll.

My pupils dilate and I growl as I surge forward, unable to stop myself from shoving him into the bed, bending him into half and slamming myself into him. He wails in pleasure as I press against his prostate, his nails drawing red lines in my back as I thrust into him over and over again.

I lean back slightly as I thrust, eyeing the place where we are connected and watching in perverse pleasure as my hard rod nails him repeatedly. He is rolling his hips, meeting me thrust for thrust and I realise that the dark and erotic aura coming from him is no longer Allen's but that of a Noah's.

He grins at me, reaching up to pull me down so that his face is pressed against my collar bone. My thrusts slow as I feel slightly unnerved, unsure what to expect from Nea even as I try to remind myself that Nea is only a complete version of my Allen.

You want me? Work for it.

Is what he hisses before he sinks his teeth deep into my flesh, drawing blood and sending a sharp burst of pain through my body. I groan at the sting but find my hips working even faster than before, inexplicably turned on by this Allen as I buck against him with vigour.

He is moaning and panting and his gasps only serve to heighten my ecstasy and I experience the urge to completely dominate this being. Allen was beautiful in his fragile love and soft strength but Nea, Nea is Allen and more, fire and passion and stubbornness. He is everything Allen was multiplied and enhanced.

My breathing is heavy, not because this is a strenuous activity (enhanced Noah strength was very useful in these kind of situations) but because if I thought Allen was heaven, then Nea must be the hottest hell. I shove him harshly into the bed, pounding against him as he groans and growls in pleasure, tossing his head of now curled white hair.

Hah…nnng! Ahng…heh…you're…gonna…hah…have…to…work harder!

He snarls, baring his teeth at me in a primitive manner and I feel the Noah within me respond with equal viciousness. A growl escapes me and I flip him over, pressing his chest against the bed and gripping the back of his neck as I dominate him with violent and brutal thrusts, revelling in the gasps and moans escaping him as he chokes against the bed.

He thrusts his hips back to meet mine with equal strength, reaching between his legs to stroke himself. I growl angrily and smack his hand away, pulling him up by his hair and gripping the base of his erection to prevent his climax. He struggles, clawing at my arm and snarling at me like an animal.

A part of me feels that I'm going too far, but my Noah tells me that if I back down, Nea is never going to let me near him again, or Allen for that matter. So I pull at his head back even further and sink my teeth into his neck as I continue to slam my hips against his, my balls slapping against his ass with the strength of my thrusts.

He fights for a bit more before finally giving in, gripping my arm as he goes limp. He whines as he bucks his hips, silently begging for release. I retract my teeth, lapping at the bloody wound as I smugly order him to beg, wanting him to completely submit to me, to acknowledge me as his dominative before I give him what he wants.

He groans and remains quiet even as his hardness strains against my grip and his entrance slurps greedily at my shaft. I need him to give in because I am almost at my limit, so I thrust even harder, rocking his entire body with every thrust and he cries out in unbearable pleasure before finally submitting.

Please…let me…cum…

I almost sigh in relief because I am about three thrusts away from cumming myself. I bite down on his neck again as I release his erection. He wails and tenses as he shoots strings of cum on my bed and I think I'll keep these sheets forever as a memento.

I groan as his hole spasms around me, squeezing the orgasm out of me and I smirk victoriously as I mark his insides with my seed, owning him so that he will never desire any other man. I wonder if Allen knew what he was agreeing to when he let me take him…oh well, Nea wouldn't have let me cum inside him if I hadn't proved myself worthy.

I gently pull myself out and collapse beside him, curling my body around his as he shifts closer to me, instinctively slipping under my arm and pressing his face against my chest. A sense of accomplishment fills me. I have proven myself to him and have even had the honour of claiming the position of his protector and lover.

Well, male lover. My marking does not prevent him from taking female lovers and I suppose Nea will want to take Road to his bed as well. I can't say that I like that idea, but it is already enough for me, to be able to hold him this way. I nuzzle his hair affectionately and he lets out a content sigh. His aura has returned to its gentle calmness, telling me that the one in my arms now is Allen and not Nea.

I ask if he feels okay, unsure how he feels about how rough I was and worried that he might be upset with me. He smiles softly and tells me that Nea already informed him of how the Noah take lovers and he had consciously decided to give me a chance. He even knew that Nea would emerge to test me and was happy that I had passed.

I smile with relief and pull him closer, wrapping my arms around him as tightly as I can without hurting him. He sleepily thanks me again for loving him and I can only nod as I hold him against my side.

This must be what they call true happiness.

A/N: Whew~! That was tiring to write! Okay so basically, Allen's going to be behaving a little differently now. I mean, if I knew that I was a shadow of someone else, I'd behave differently too.

Also, if you're wondering why Allen suddenly became animalistic and then Tyki followed, it's because I always felt that the Noah memories seem a lot like animals and it makes sense that they'd mate like animals and as everyone knows, sex is not sunshine and rainbows in the animal kingdom.

It's a violent and generally painful thing, especially for the submissive. Still, I don't want to hurt poor Allen so I'm making him a bit of a masochist to compliment Tyki's inner sadist. I mean, Allen does seem to have some masochistic tendencies, what with diving recklessly into danger to save others and stuff. Don't worry, this lemon was more Tyki/Nea and it was more like the two of them fighting to see who's stronger, there'll be another more gentle lemon for Tyki and Allen.

And that's about it~! Wow, I think this is the longest chapter so far~! Please review and inspire me to write more perverted stuff for my little pervs~! Ciaossu~!