Hi !
Well, here is a second chapter.
A "first contact".
Rated : T
I didn't say it sooner but : of course, I don't own D. Gray Man, I don't own the characters.
Please, tell me what do you think of it… !
Chapter 2. Scenting
He could hear him shouting
The train was going fast, they could feel the vibrations, they could hear the mechanisms under the music, going in the night.
"Could I ask you something, shonen?"
"Hai."
"Why did you accept?" he asked, leaning toward him, his head rested on his hand.
"Well… This is my job. I should make money, I guess."
"You guess, hm?" he blew some smoke, gently smiling.
He took off his hat, put it on a table, and then took off his long jacket. He was wearing an elegant white shirt. Allen stared at him while he ran his hand through his hair. He noticed that.
"C'me here."
It didn't sound like an order, but almost like a permission. His heart started to beat faster. He cursed himself for that inwardly. The man made him sit on his lap, or rather lie down on his lap, his legs dangling from the side of the armchair, and lay his head on his chest.
He didn't ask himself why, he was used to the clients' fancies. Humans' fancies. He was just lying. The man was just stroking his hair with his right hand, embracing him with his left arm. He couldn't complain. He waited. After a moment the hand stopped. He raised lightly his head to meet the man's eyes.
"What are you waiting for?" Tyki asked.
"I don't wait for anything"
"You do."
He started again to stroke his hair.
"Stop listening to me, boy. Relax". He ran his finger on the line of his jaw. "I can hear you shouting" he said, bending his head over him, softly running his thumb on his cheek.
Allen's hand clutched at his shirt.
The man's body was warm.
The train was going fast, while he lay still, asleep in the man's arms.
Eternal stone can't dance as you do
The train stopped in a small village, in the middle of the night. Tyki leaded Allen, half asleep, outside.
Tiredness was confusing him. He let the man guide him; he couldn't understand what was happening. He couldn't even remember if there was a railway station. There must have been a stop... The village was so small. The man made him sit on a stone bench in the square, which was the only place where there was a street lamp. He said him he would come back. Allen looked at his feet. The ground was paved of grey stone. He looked up; all was made of this grey stone. A cold wind blew, making him shiver. He was shaking in the silence of the night and of the rock.
But Tyki came back, accompanied by the man with red hair he saw in the evening. Seeing Allen shaking, this one threw his coat at him, at his face.
"Allen, here is Cross Marian" Tyki Mikk said.
"Thanks… Nice to meet you", he answered, putting the long coat on.
Instead of replying, the man came near him, and brushed his hair off his face, apparently to inspect his scar. Then he let his hand slide down his face and neck, to his shoulder. He pressed gently but firmly his shoulder with his hand to make Allen lying on bench. Tyki lighted a cigarette, watching them.
The boy's heart was beating fast against the still stone. The man came over him, legs on each side of the bench. He laid his hands on Allen's sides, and massaged them confidently, looking at what he was doing. When he slipped his hands under his shirt, he felt the boy thrill, and smirked.
Tyki was amazed too, to see the wide eyes of the boy staring at Cross. He went to sit next to the boy, and made his head rest on his lap. Allen looked at him with these same wide eyes. Lovely.
"Are you all right, shonen?" he asked, stroking gently his forehead.
"Yeah…" he answered weakly.
Cross was stroking his stomach, and he could feel warmth radiating through his body, on the cold bench.
"Eternal stone can't dance as you do", Tyki said, running his fingers behind his ears.
Cross laid his hands on the boy's shaking legs, while Tyki kept on stroking his face, appeasing him by taking care of him. The other man caressed the legs of the boy, and he liked to feel that they were quite muscular even if there were thin. He caressed them, slowly going up, and lingered on his inner tights.
Allen whimpered in the silence.
Tyki was taking his hand, when a loud noise drew their attention.
A carriage arrived at maximum speed, and stopped suddenly, making the horses rear. Allen jumped. Cross muttered something.
There were two stupid guffaws.
"Hiiiiii Tyki!" said the two teens that were driving.
"You're late, baka" said Cross. "C'm'on, brat" he added to Allen, taking him in his arms. He carried him into the calash before the boy could understand what was happening.
Tyki followed, and put a foot on the step.
"Jasdebi. I want you to be irreproachable", he said, before joining his companions.
Jasdero and Debi looked at each other.
"Tyki isn't kidding" said the first, with a childish tone.
"Tyki isn't kidding!" repeat the second, laughing.
Mountain road
Jas' and Debi were singing on their seats. The calash was moving on a small gravel road, a road that led uphill, in the mountain.
Allen was sitting between Tyki's legs, his back up against his chest. The carriage was rocking them. Tyki was holding him, nuzzling against his neck, while Cross was stroking lightly his legs.
"Are you okay, boy?" the first one asked.
It wasn't unpleasant. Well, it was pleasant, in fact. He felt relaxed, he felt confused, he felt… drowsy.
"Yeah…"
Cross didn't stop, didn't speak. He slowly fell asleep, in the warmth of the men, rocked by the calash.
Cross took the sleeping boy in his arms, like a child. He buried his nose in his hair and smelled his scent. He looked at Tyki.
Allen Walker.
NB : I would like to write a real yaoi, but I'm not in a dirty mood. On the other hand, I'm in a "writing" mood, so I write… But I don't see where this is getting. I'll just write.
* Thanks for the reviews ! At least there's someone who likes my fanfic. Chapter 3 in progress - I take my time.