Hi! I'm fucking back! UH! And I still don't speak English, and I apologize for this. I really hope you'll like this new chapter. I try to create a scenario but… Anyways. I hope you'll enjoy, I hope you'll enjoy.

Update : well. That's a real disaster.

Chapter 4. Newborn

As if they were raining

Tyki was sitting in a creamy carved wing chair. He kept his wet shirt on. Warm water was dripping drop by drop from his black bangs, falling on the half-sleeping Allen, on his knees. The boy was still wearing the light and now soaked dress gown. Water was running down his silver hair, down his cloth, on the floor. As if they were raining.
Allen's face was like dewy, wet with water and with milky bath cream. Tyki put softly his fingers on his mouth. He thumbed smoothly and firmly the boy's lips, that parted little by little. Just like claiming for him. He slipped his fingers inside, gliding them on his teeth, on his gums, dipping them in his saliva. And the lips tightened around them, slightly opening the jaws. Tyki breathed deeply, as the boy started to suck at his fingertips, producing soft wet noises. Breathing out, he slipped his fingers deeper, plunging them into the warm mouth, … gently getting them in, gently pulling them out.
And the boy sweetly whimpered.
"Are you okay, shonen?.."
"hai…."
As he was saying that, Tyki got his fingers deeper into his mouth, almost in his throat, and Allen tensed. He grabbed the man's wrists, but this one just kept getting in, pulling out… Saliva was running down his chin, and tears flowed on his face - as if he was raining.. He was beautiful.
Tyki stroked gently his forehead.
"Shonen…. It's alright" he murmured, absolutely fascinated.
He just kept going on, and kept petting his hair. The boy moaned. He couldn't stop; the scene was making him thrilling. He slipped his fingers further, until Allen choked, until tears really flowed from his eyes, until he squeezed his wrist harder with his left hand, so stronger he could have break his bones. His hand was hot, against his skin. It was burning him, he felt tingling. Tyki quickly pulled out his hand, and Allen instantly sat up, coughing hard. The man was holding his own wrist and massaged it, staring at the boy on his laps, who was catching his breath. After a moment, Allen moved to straddle him, and nearly fell upon him.
"Baka!"
Tyki had a hearty laugh, holding the boy's arms.
"Shonen…."
He put a hand on Allen's cheek, wet with bath water, saliva and tears, and approached his head, nuzzled in his face. Water was dripping on his forehead. Feeling the boy relax, he released his other hand to put his on his shoulder, then down his neck.
"Ha…"
He ran his fingers on his clavicles. We could hear their breaths, and the sound of water running on the floor. Tyki was staring at the scars on the boy's chest.
"Shonen…" he murmured. "I saw the men, and I saw you, shonen."
Allen was watching him, above him ; he wiped away his tears and saliva with his hand.
"I saw their sickly smiles. I saw them bruising you, satisfying their petty lust, and even stabbing you. And they were coming back, and didn't understand".
Allen opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Tyki put his fingers between his lips.
"You offer yourself up, kid. Being broken, that's your job, always trying to calm them down. And then they come back…"
Allen put the cloth back on his scars.
"I know what I do" he said, Tyki looking at him.
"Hmpf", he answered, smiling.
The man wrapped delicately his warm arms around his waist. He wanted to nuzzle in his neck when an incredible noise echoed in all the room - Allen's stomach rumbling loud.
"hehe…. I'm REALLY hungry"
" Eh… I see" Tyki said with a grin.
The man moved to pick up his jacket. He rummaged through his pockets to find his cigarette case, but when he took one, it broke because of his wet fingers. "Well". They stood up. He kept the broken cigarette in a hand, came next to the bath, and took a taupe bath sheet that he threw to Allen.
"Take what you want in the wardrobe and come, boy" he said, looking quite unconcerned, leaving the room casually, barefoot and completely soaked.

Never. Ever.

He never saw someone eat so much. Never. Neither did Cross. The latter took a sip of dark red wine, and put back his glass.
"Oï, brat."
"ha?" Allen answered, with his mouth full.
"You're FUCKING NOT DISTINGUISHED!" he yelled at his face.
Allen swallowed. "Eh, you didn't give me any food!"
"C'me on, Cross, Our designer guest must have not eat that much everyday", Tyki said, filling a full glass of wine for the boy.
He'd swept his hair back, disclosing his crown of crosses, which looked like a mysterious makeup, a secretive piece of jewellery, that captivated Allen.
He tilted his chair back, crossing his legs on the table, and lighted a cigarette.
"Ne, kid? It really gives you an appetite, isn't it?"
"Well, not really. We didn't do anything, actually."
"Eh… - !"
Cross Marian burst of laughing - inwardly, but in fact, he just smirked in his glass.
"Well, that's good". Cross stood up. "We're busy now", he said. "Come on, brat."
"But… I didn't fin…. Oï!"
Cross had grabbed his collar, and dragged him out of the room carelessly.
"What about me ?" Tyki asked behind them.
"You could dig the ground", the man answered, without a backward glance.

This sensation, again

They have been walking for hours in the streets, and Cross didn't say a word. Allen had to wear a kind of uniform, a long coat with a white symbol on the heart, that the man had thrown at his face before leaving the castle – damn, it had to be a sort of primitive custom for these men ! Anyway, he had a bad feeling about this journey. It was certainly not for his job, was it? He felt a little anxious, alone with that man, without Tyki at his sides.
After a while, they could see a small village. It seemed it was there that Cross was leading him.
They were now arrived near the dwelling, when Allen felt this strange sensation, again… And fear seized him. Yet he didn't say anything, and focused on following the man farther into the village. An empty village. Silent. A dead one, it seemed. Their feet were beating the cobblestone, their footsteps echoing in the narrow street. They were moving forward, in the shade of the high walls. And a shutter slammed. And Cross stopped, in front of him. It wasn't exactly a dead village. He raised his head and saw villagers at their windows, staring at them with a scowl. He felt this sensation, again… His left eye reacted; he could see things in pain. And his left arm went burning.
Cross turned around to find Allen on his knees, trembling, his Innocence spread. There were bandages on the ground.

– I really missed you.

Update : I really miss you.