A/N: Finally, got a chapter done on time! This chapter is the introduction of Tyki Mikk into the story, so of course, no real conflict yet. I was shock my beta decided to edit my story fairly quick this time around without me hounding her to do it.

Disclaimer: Don't own D-Gray Man at all, sadly.

Can You Feel the Flames?

Lavi slumped into the building of Black Order Entertainment earlier than he has to be. After the strenuous love session with Allen the night before, Lavi couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy with what is to happen today. Allen had a last minute meeting with his dad, Cross Marian, about his "mission" therefore, Lavi has to go to the photoshoot alone. The anxiety of his friend possibly having to seduce someone didn't sit right with the red head. Having known Allen for half a year, every little antics and habits of the albino is etched into the red head's mind. His martyr-like personality irked Lavi the most, and because of his selflessness, Lavi couldn't help but worry about his friend.

Lavi greeted the nameless people with little rigor, too tired to act like his usual self. It's not like he'll even bother remembering their names anyway. He made his way towards the elevator. Upon seeing a man walking into the elevator, he picked up speed.

"Wait! Hold the door!" the red head yelled.

The man looked up upon hearing Lavi. For a swift second, Lavi saw a small impish grin graced the man's features as he reach towards the buttons panel; furiously pressing on a button. Contrary to what the red head believe will happen, the elevator doors started to close. Confused, the red head slowed down in his pursuit of the elevators. Pressed the wrong button, perhaps? Upon seeing the smirk on the other man's face, the red head's blood boiled. That jerk! It didn't took a genius to figure out which button the man pressed: "Close Doors".

"Hold the door please!" a feminine voice called out behind the red head.

To Lavi's surprise and annoyance, the man inside the elevator didn't once hesitated to press a button inside the elevator to stop the doors from closing. His countenance became that of a smile as he nodded in acknowledgement to the request. Oh so he doesn't mind holding the door for a lady. Of course, why am I surprised? That stupid jerk.

"Thank you," he heard the lady beside him said once they were all in the elevator. "Morning, Lavi," she turned to addressed him.

Snapped out of his brooding stupor, he turned to face the girl. "Lenalee! What a surprise. Good Morning!" Beside him, he heard a snicker. Turning to face the man with narrow eyes, he finally had time to absorb the view before him. The man was tall with dark wavy hair in a dark gray v-neck shirt. Lavi's view was obstructed by Lenalee's worried face. The graceful arch of her brows was knitted. Lavi vaguely recalled the many times he's seen his Asian co-worker frown, but on closer inspection, he can't seem to find any wrinkles on her face at all. It's an Asian thing, she once joked.

"What's the matter, Lavi? You didn't get enough sleep last night? You have circles under your eyes."

The door opened and the man walked out. "Ah something like that, don't worry, Lenalee. Nothing Lou Fa can't fix. Her make-up abilities are the best!"

The Chinese girl pulled Lavi out of the elevator before the doors closed again. As they walk towards their destination, he saw the man from earlier walking ahead of them. His attention was pulled away from the man when two staff members came over to usher them to their respective changing rooms. With a tired sigh, the red head suppressed his annoyance and walked after the staff, eager to get the job over with.

Allen hurried through the corridor that he knew so well and continued walking towards the photoshoot. After a quick meeting with Cross and a massive headache, he sighed and accepted his fate. To ease his nerves, he tried to play out the scene inside his mind, visualizing every little detail of his fated meeting with the photographer. Through his deep concentration, he didn't notice his arrival at his destination until he felt an arm around his shoulder and a much too cheerful greeting from its owner.

"Lavi, it's too early for you to shout in my ear," Allen said.

"It wouldn't have been early if you schedule it for the afternoon or something," the red head retorted in a playful banter. He took a step back from Allen and the latter couldn't help but assess his charge. The taller man was wearing a dark brown sweater with the bottom, cuffs and collars of a white dress shirt sticking out from underneath. Blue jeans with faint gray undertone clung to his legs perfectly while hanging low on his hips; held in place by a black leather belt. He wore a pair of black loafers to complete the Allen's tired mind, he can't help but find satisfaction in seeing Lavi all dressed up and ready for the cameras.

His hands made way to smooth the creases of the sweater and made some final adjustments on the collar of the dress shirt before he beamed at the red head. He glanced to his watch and immediately pushed Lavi towards the set.

Allen froze in his tracks as his eyes grazed the profile of a familiar handsome man. He had a nice built, golden eyes, straight nose, and dark curly hair that can rival the night. He was leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed in front of his chest, smoking a cigarette despite the many "No Smoking" signs on the vicinity of the company. Allen's heart beat faster when the man's gaze locked with his. There was no mistaking who that man was. Tyki Mikk.

Steeling his nerve, he took a deep breath before excusing himself and ordering Lavi to get in place at the set before walking towards the man. The look on Tyki's face soon morphed into that of a smile that expressed pure intrigue.

"Hello, shounen," Tyki said in a deep baritone that sends shivers down Allen's spine.

Lavi watched from afar as his friend made his way towards the jerk he had seen earlier. Lavi quirked an eyebrow when Allen's cheeks bloomed a bright red. The jerk broke out in laughter as he patted Allen's shoulders. There was a moment of conversation between the two before they turned r to look at him. Making their way towards the set, what surprised Lavi the most was when the jerk stood behind the cameras, adjusting the lens.

That jerk is the great photographer?

Unbelievable. Totally unbelieveable. The photographer who has woman swooning all over him and has looks, that can rival the gods, is actually a jerk with an unpleasant personality in disguised. To have thought that he would be more charming and nice, but it is all a façade.

He saw Lou Fa blushed when she approached the man, stuttering as she showed him the two different shades of blush. Tyki said something to which Lavi couldn't hear and the nervous look on Lou Fa's face paved into a smile before she took off.

Why can't the girls see what kind of a jerk he is? He can practically trick any girl with the most deceitful lie and still get away with it! Lavi seethes inside his mind, the lack of sleep and irritation from the earlier counter impedes with his judgment. With looks like that, heck I won't even be surprised if he has male admirers who- male admirers? Allen!

'I'll have to seduce him.' As he remembered his friend had said last night a sudden feeling of protectiveness he can't describe overwhelmed him. He had an urge to protect his friend from… from what? What was it he wanted to protect Allen from? A two-faced, lying, jerk? Lavi let out a soft chuckle. This is silly. Allen said that he won't flirt with Tyki unless he has to. But then again, what is the limit that would push Allen to get out of his comfort zone to "flirt" with another person? Now that he thought about it, does Allen even flirt, let alone know how to seduce someone?

It's probably nothing I should worry about; Lavi quickly dismissed as Lenalee approached him, ready to take part in the photoshoot.

"Are you ready?" Tyki asked as he got in position to take a close up of the two.

Lenalee beamed and she maneuvered her body to meld into Lavi's; all hints of the smile gone from her face as she mold it into one with more elegance.

Tyki smiled. "Good. Show me what you guys got."

The clicking of the camera was the only sound in the room as the workers in the studio stopped to see the great photographer at work. Amid the clicks of the camera, Tyki glanced once at the albino, who was too immersed in the text he was sending to Cross, to notice. That one glance did not go unnoticed by the red head though, who saw a hint of something he couldn't quite decipher in the eyes of the photographer.

A/N: Today is Chinese New Year, so Happy Chinese New Year to all my asian readers! I got a lot of money :) I was planning to post this chapter up yesterday, but I couldn't come up with a title and my lack of creativity didn't help at all. The chapter was mostly done in Lavi's pov so think of the title done in his perspective . Now that Tyki is finally introduced, the story is finally advancing. Once again, thanks to all the wonderful reviews and support!