Little update for you guys^^ hope you enjoy it ^^
AN - I don't own D. Gray - Man
Dull yellow street lamps illuminated the dark cobblestoned streets, the mist from the recent rain reflecting and casting an eerie glow on the dirty streets. The booted footsteps echoed throughout the empty streets, his black collar turned up against the mist while his nose buried in the dark wool, the only identifying feature was a shock of bright red hair that peaked out from his head despite his best attempts to flatten it and bury it amongst his coat.
The shadow accompanying him grew and shrank with each step he took, his head bowed against the slight chill of the night, eyes only looking up swiftly to gauge where he was, his heart hammering slightly in his chest while he passed through the streets, the dark alleyways foreboding and haunting as he passed by one after the other, his green eye remaining fixed to the path ahead of him, the clomp of his boots determined and steady, never rushing or slowing for any seemingly obvious reason.
The body turned down one alleyway in particular, the darkness seemingly indifferent from the rest of all them as he disappeared into it, the sound of his feet against the cobblestones finishing with one last resounding echo, the red headed figure draped in black blending perfectly into the darkness, his face lifting to expose one solid green and determined iris.
"He's changing."
The voice floated through the thick air, the words falling on listening ears as a second, taller figure shuffled slightly, his dark outline blocking the light from the other end of the alley so as to inform his conversation partner as to where he was, as though the red head did not know.
"I know," the stranger's voice responded, "the Earl felt it, he's happier than he's been in a millennia."
"Thought you'd only been this way for ten years," the younger interjected.
"I have," a long finger tapped the flesh beneath his top hat, "the soul hasn't; it is what remembers everything."
"Be that as it may," the red head continued, "it wasn't a full change, he was himself the entire time, even through the screaming."
The head nodded, "his resilience is great I'll give the boy that much," a hand went to his arm, "better than mine at least."
The green-eyed man felt his throat catch, "but-"
"Never mind that," the voice commanded harshly, "how have the tests gone, any progress?"
"There have been a few," the other man told him, telling himself to focus, "but without any pure test subjects, I can't-"
"I've given you many," the taller cut him off, the golden eyes glowering, "how many more rats could you possibly need?!"
"It's not that," the smaller protested, "they're only turned, the soul in them isn't what you or any of the others have, the tests would be incomplete."
"Then use me-"
"NO!"
The scream echoed around the empty alleys and off the stone houses, fists clutching at the red head's sides, his breath panting slightly, puffs of white escaping from his lips though he hadn't sprinted a step.
"I'm not using you," the man told the other defiantly, "I will not use you as a lab rat."
"But you'll use the boy?!" the elder interjected
"I won't use anyone of you," the green-eyed man practically begged, "please believe me, all I want is a cure-"
"But without subjects you won't find one!" the fanged mouth nearly snapped in his direction, "if need be, use me-"
"THEN MY WORK IS USELESS!"
The silence that fell around them was thicker than the slight fog around them, the golden eyes widening at the figure standing in front of him, the cold hard black hear the creature had beat loudly for the first time since he and the younger man had parted ways months ago.
"Wh-"
"I'm sorry, Tyki," Lavi sniffled slightly, "but if I told you what selfish purposes the cure was for, I was afraid you wouldn't help me anymore, you wouldn't want me anymore."
"Moron," the elder sighed, looking over at the other while Lavi lifted his face to look at the face he knew so well though he could not see it in the inky darkness, the firm jaw, piecing golden eyes, and dark tanned skin gave the man an exotic nature, the long-fingered gloved hand raised to touch his forehead.
"I've always guessed," he muttered to Lavi, "even so, you seemed so determined that had I said no, you would have done something like this anyway."
The redhead said nothing but nodded in agreement, his eye looking from the elder to stare at the ground embarrassed.
"That's why I sent that boy to you," Tyki pressed on, "because I knew you wouldn't tell the order and you'd be merciful in the least."
"I know," Lavi muttered, "but I haven't found much I can use, I'm sorr-"
"I don't want to hear you're damned apologies," the vampire snapped, "you're the one who wants this fixed almost as badly as I do, if you want to find the cure for your own selfish purposes then keep them to yourself, but if the fourteenth is awakening, then I suggest you hurry."
"But-"
"I need to go," the creature announced suddenly, his own dress shoes clicking on the cobblestones, his back to the man as he turned to leave.
"Tyki wait!" Lavi nearly yelled as he lunged for the man's arm, his own black gloves curling around the firm muscle before the man reacted.
White puffs of air floated into the air before they disappeared into the darkness of the night, the breath knocked from Lavi passed by Tyki's face as the vampire pressed him into the wall harshly, both his hands clasping the other's wrists, the gold eyes boring into the surprised green one, narrowed and demanding.
"The immortal soul grows stronger with the addition of its lost brother," the man murmured dangerously, "it's only a matter of time until I'm gone entirely from this world; as it is, I need my energy to fight it now."
"That's why I want the cure," Lavi whispered back, "I don't want you to have to fight anymore."
"No," the sinter voice nearly sneered, "you want to live out some sort of human fantasy of the two of us, don't you? Living together in happiness as long as our human lives will allow?" At Lavi's blushing silence he pressed on, "did it ever occur to you that since I'm the soul of pleasure, I've bewitched you from the start to finding a cure and once you've done your job or exhausted your body, I won't need you anymore? That what you feel for me is fake!?"
"You," Lavi mumbled, gathering his courage to look Tyki dead in the eyes, "you make it sound as though I care."
His next words were cut off by the firm pair of lips capturing his, his eyes rolling back at the pure excitement flowing though his veins at the simple touch, his wrists released to have the strong hands running up and down his back, pressing him closer to the firm body his own slipping around Tyki's neck and shoulder blades.
"Of course I'd thought about it," Lavi breathed once they parted, "but, I don't care if this is a spell," his hands slid to capture the tan cheeks, "I'd love you anyway."
"Humans truly are foolish," Tyki laughed softly before capturing Lavi's lips once more, this time his tongue sliding into the warm cavern and reclaiming it as his own, the red head offering no resistance as he let the vampire treat him as he pleased.
"Hm-Tyki-nn," Lavi moaned softly as the lips began to nip and such at his neck, his own gloved hand daring to run themselves through the wavy black strands, the top hat falling to the ground going unnoticed by the two of them.
Strong arms found their way to the red-head's waist and hoisted the man into the air, the lips relinquishing his neck all too soon for Lavi's liking, though he found on time to complain when Tyki kissed him passionately on the lips once more, the man's legs wrapping around his lover's hips while his arms found their place around the broad shoulders, the long fingers running over his thighs and legs, shuddering slipping up his spine. The usually slicked back hair the vampire sported falling in front of his face in unruly waves, the other hand sliding up Lavi's cheek only to slip under the eye-patch the man wore, the material falling with his hat to the ground.
"Beautiful," the normally sadistic man whispered, his long gloved fingers trailing the side of the red head's face that was closest to the dead-looking eye, the slit in the young man's pupil that had afflicted the boy since birth only a minor change and enticed Tyki all the same, "truly beautiful, I don't understand why hide it from everyone."
"They wouldn't understand," Lavi murmured, "humans are scared of what they don't understand, they'd think I was cursed."
"You love a vampire," the creature whispered in his ear, "is that not in itself a curse?"
"No," the redhead breathed as he brought his lips to Tyki's, "it's a blessing."
"Hmm," the vampire hummed into the other's lips, his arms keeping Lavi supported so that he needed to lean down to kiss Tyki, their tongues beginning to slide against each other in unison while his free hand brushed aside the long strands of red hair that fell freely in the other's face now that he was not wearing his green head band.
"If that's the case," Tyki murmured once he reluctantly deposited Lavi on the ground, the feet touching the cobblestones while his lightly flushed face and hazed eyes looked up at him, "then find your cure for us."
"But," Lavi whispered as the man grabbed his top hat, the gloved hand dusting it off as though the vampire seemed determined to ignore the growing heat between them, "wh-where are you-"
"My dual hunger is growing," the vampire told him, gold eyes looking over the man with longing, "and there is one hunger I feel for you right now I don't want satisfied and I fear it would take over me at first opportunity."
The redhead nodded, his heart squeezing at the thought of the creature disappearing for who knew how long, his back leaning against the stone wall while a gloved hand covered his.
"I'll be back, my little rabbit," Tyki murmured before kissing him, "I'll be back soon."
Lavi fluttered his eyes shut before he felt nothing but air touch his lips, his eyes forced open to an empty and darkened alleyway, his fist clutching only to feel material bar his hand. Surprised, the red head looked down only to see his eye patch, the black shape staring up at him while he smirked slightly.
"Alright, Tyki," he muttered as he covered his right eye, his secret as Tyki was, "I'll find the cure, but not for us," his eye turned to the sky, clouds parting to reveal only a half moon, it's beam still as strong as if it had been full one, "I'm finding this for you and your freedom."
Oh dear... naughty little Lavi in't he?
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