Hello dears!
So I finally present the sixth chapter of Journey of our Heart; and the rating officially goes to M(ature)~ However, do note it will be fade to black, as I always intended to leave it open the details or how far they go in this chapter.
I am hoping to write and post the seventh (the last) chapter in the next few days, because the 2018 Poker Pair is at the end of the month, and I have plans to make my entry for it be a sequel to Journey. Which. Is hard if I don't finish it first.
Hope you will enjoy~
Day Six
Youth; Vagabond; Picnic; Decadent
The boat ride was over sooner than Allen would have liked, but he still enjoyed it a lot. Especially with Tyki's warm presence that never left his side, both of them looking at the river. They had not been the only one present, but it had softened Allen's smile to overhear the way this old couple talked about them.
Honey, look at this young ones. Don't they remind you of us?
You're right, sweetie. Such a cute couple.
Allen had felt himself smile more, and Tyki's soft chuckles told him that he had heard, too. The white haired couldn't help it either, when everyone walked off the boat, his silver eyes drifted to the two older people, giving them a little smile.
And later, he would realize the woman's giggles were not just her slight embarrassement at realizing they had been heard, but the more than likely large grin on Tyki's face.
Because just as Allen registered the way the old man widened lightly his eyes with amusement, hands pushed at Allen, hard. With a yelp, his arms flailed to try to keep him from falling, but of course those hands gave a second push.
Except that Allen managed to twist, and with a sharp scowl, grabbed Tyki's shirt. The man widened his eyes, and with a loud squeak, both of them fell into the river.
Of course, Timcanpy had fluttered up, and now was watching down with a huge grin full of amusement. The golem watched as both males emerged, first swimming back to the land, and Timcanpy went down to hover around Allen.
The white haired stared at Tyki, who looked right back. Allen's face was expressionless, while Tyki's showed a nervous smile. And then, the white haired smiled brightly.
"Tyki! I want us to make a little picnic. And dry off. We look like vagabonds right now." He dropped his gaze to his right arm, extending it to shake off some of the water.
The man let out a little laugh, unsure if Allen was offering a peace treaty, or was planning anything. "That sounds good, Shonen. Wouldn't us to pass as some hobbos now, would we?"
Allen grinned, grabbed Tyki's hand, and lead the way, humming. Neither of them paid attention to other people, except for the old couple. Allen winked and Tyki smiled, implicitly reassuring them, as it could be seen through their amusement that the older couple had worried a bit.
No doubt they would speak more of those mischevious youth. But all Allen and Tyki cared was for the sun to dry them up, and food in their stomach.
As well as each other company.
By the time they found a clearing to pause at and eat, the sun had dried their clothes a bit. However, they both still wanted to change them, and it was when Tyki shamelessly removed his top that Allen suddenly realized that meant getting close to naked in front of each other.
Tyki lifted an eyebrow at him as Allen hesitated, but the white haired found himself dropping his gaze toward the scars marring Tyki's chest. The scars that Allen himself had placed there.
Before any of them knew it, Allen had moved closer, and Tyki stared down at Allen as the young man placed his right hand on Tyki's collarbone, close from the scar part that crossed the man's chest. The Noah frowned lightly at the look on Allen's face, a mix of guilt and shame.
"Do they hurt?" Allen asked softly, but it was as if he knew the reply.
Tyki chuckled, and placed his hand over Allen's. It brought the younger's attention, hesitant and almost fragile as he gazed up. "You should change your own clothes too, Shonen."
Allen scowled, but before he could reply, Tyki's other hand brushed Allen's back, and then no doubt thanks to the use of the Noah's choose ability, Allen's top phased off from his right side, slowly being pushed through his chest and off his back, until all that was left was from the left sleeve to slide down his arm naturally.
The white haired felt heat on his cheeks, because for all they had been around each other, they had never truly been in each other presence with anything less than pants and tops. When Allen, who had gasped and dropped his gaze to watch his top fell off, next looked back up, it was to see Tyki stare at the younger's chest.
"That scar…" One hand rested at the one on his stomach, caused by Kanda's sword, but Tyki's eyes were on the one other. His free hand traced the scar that went from his shoulder down his chest, pupils unknowingly dilating as he watched Allen shiver. "How did it happen?"
Allen swallowed, he had a hard time thinking of anything else than Tyki's warm presence so close, or both hands that rested now at Allen's waist. It was the golden eyes that now met his silver ones, expecting, that made Allen reply, slightly dreamy because there was no other word to describe him but mesmerized right now.
"I impaled myself by accident." The spell was half broken as Tyki blinked, confusion and disbelief flooding his gaze. Allen chuckled, sheepish in his expression as he scratched behind his neck, heart jumping in his throat when Tyki seemde to pull him a little bit closer, chest almost touching. "I got my sword to catch by surprise the Level 4, back at Timothy's orphenage, all I could do was imaple it with me… I didn't expect it would hurt me too, you know?"
Tyki's eyes darkened, but for the life of him, Allen couldn't figure out if it was some form of anger, or some form of… heat. Maybe both. For his part, Tyki suddenly wondered, how much of Allen's body was Noah for his own Innocence to actually hurt him. The Fourteenth had not even been fully awake back then. It made Tyki almost… resentful to the Noah that threatened Allen's existence.
And yet, it also made Tyki feel heat that Allen was even closer than Tyki thought, to a life of black and white. More than Allen himself might realize.
"Your sword didn't try to exorcise you, though?" Tyki asked, because he had to know. He was well placed to know how a wound, and scars, from that sword could hurt. But the actual exorcism… Tyki really hoped Allen hadn't gone through the sensation.
Alen shook his head. "I think Crown didn't realize at first it was me. But after the intial pain, it didn't try to hurt me more or anything. I'm pretty it feels guilty too, I can recall it was really, really warm the days after. It was constantly, ah, humming? Soothingly."
Tyki blinked, then chuckled. "It sounds as if your Innocence loves you..." Tyki mused, almost questioningly. It had saved Allen from death, returned to him, never stopped working despite the awakening Noah, and even apparently felt guilt for harming Allen.
Allen laughed. "Crown does. I know it does." He replied fondly. "Since it returned to me, I've been able to feel and understand better Crown." His expression changed, growing sad. His arms slipped around Tyki's neck, and finally, he was fully pressed chest to chest with Tyki, face into Tyki's neck.
Tyki's hand curled tighter in their hold over Allen's waist, before Tyki breatehd out and wrapped his arms around Allen's lower back, making a small confused sound.
"I'm sorry. Crown is too. We hurt you… And Shishou mentionned… I caused you to lose your hold over your Noah, didn't I? And then the scars..."
Tyki could hear the way Allen's voice lowered, almost cracking. He could sense how close Allen was to tears. His arms tightened lightly, his eyes darkening more. That foolish boy, if you take blame, then what should I say?
Tyki's lips brushed lightly across Allen's ear, a little smile forming at the shiver it sent down Allen's spine. "Allen..." He took a second to enjoy the intake of breath from the younger, the cheeks that reddened lightly. "I never held it against you. I asked for our last dance, didn't I? A final battle at full strength… And you provided."
"But-" Allen cut himself by squeaking at he felt a little nip at his ear.
"Besides, if you insist on apologizing, then.. I too.." He paused, holding Allen closer, almost possessive, almost as if frightened of loosing Allen if he let go. "You never tried to kill me. I can't say the same."
"Tyki..." Allen brushed a hand down Tyki's back, and then his lips to Tyki's shoulder, over the scar. "If you insist, then I guess we're even."
Tyki closed his eyes, laughing lightly. He felt Allen's lips curl into a smile, and the man drifted a hand into the white locks. "Shonen, we should eat."
There was something in the roughness of Tyki's voice that made Allen suspicious. Tyki's chest was warm, he could feel how the man's heart thumped, and despite Tyki's words, the man's arms seemed far from willing to let go.
Allen hummed softly. "I'm not that hungry yet." His own heart thumped with something very close to anticipation. Especially as Tyki let out a little groan.
"Allen, do you even realize-" He cut himself off, nuzzling Allen's hairs. "Have you any idea what you're doing to me right now?"
Allen let a second pass. Then he tightened his arms around Tyki, pressing them just that little bit closer, finding himself pressing a kiss to Tyki's throat, over one part of the cross like scar. "Maybe I am." He whispered, right as Tyki gasped lightly.
The man growled faintly, but it didn't frighten Allen. Tyki's hand in Allen's hairs pulled faintly so the younger man would tilt his head back; and Allen let Tyki, expecting the lips that captured his own.
Tyki's kiss was deep, lingering, and his body moved forward, gently forcing Allen to walk backward. A tree soon met Allen's back, though Tyki's arm around said back prevented Allen from being pressed against it too harshly. Tyki's tongue brushed Allen's lips, which parted without hesitation.
Allen found both his hands cupping Tyki's cheeks, and he was unable to stop the small sound of pleasure as their tongue rubbed together, their bodies so close that he could feel Tyki's heartbeat.
Tyki's lips left his own, dragging a whine from Allen, that soon turned into a sharp little cry as teeth bite into his neck. The Noah paused, but both knew it wasn't from the worry he hurt Allen.
Because Allen's cry had definitely been in pleasure. Both realized at this very moment, that Allen might just love the sensation of Tyki's bite.
Any ability Tyki had to control himself flew off at the sudden knowledge. The man sucked at the area he just bit into, pressing a leg between Allen's, feeling delight at the sound Allen's made, at the feeling of Allen's hands gripping his shoulders. His own hands trailed down Allen's sides, body moved down lightly as Tyki finished marking Allen, and his hands grabbed Allen's thighs.
It sent a pleased shudder through his frame at how easily Allen was able to wrap his legs around Tyki's waist, at how he could fell so well the strength in this deceptively lithe frame. Their mouths found each other again, the kiss even more passionate, their lips already parted and both nipping at each other lips.
Tyki carried Allen off the tree, and soon Allen felt himself being laid on a blanket. They parted for breath, and Allen's eyes widened when he saw the dark vines waving in the air from Tyki's back, one sliding back from having dragged the blanket.
Tyki dropped his face against Allen's collarbone, breath heavy. "Don't move or speak or-just don't." He breathed out, and Allen watched as the vines seemed to slowly get back inside Tyki's body.
Yet, Allen felt no fear or worry. But he felt the way Tyki's hands clenched and unclenched as they still rested at his thighs. Allen felt the soft smile that formed on his face, and he pressed his lips at Tyki's forehead.
The man body tensed even more. Allen only laughed lightly, low and warm. "Do you think I don't want all of you, Tyki Mikk?"
Tyki felt his breath stop for a second. After another second, he lifted his head, golden eyes dilated and dark with want. But brows were furrowed, in concentration, in confusion. He looked into Allen's eyes, searching, and when he found only trust, Tyki felt the last of his walls crumble.
He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Allen's lips, and tentatively, one hand came to Allen's left shoulder, slowly drifting down the arm. His other hand slowly let go of Allen's leg as he felt the younger man gasp and shiver, resting said hand beside Allen's head as his tongue slowly rubbed into Allen's mouth.
Dark vines moved again, one going down Tyki's arm. His arm and hand became black, and he paused his hand as he felt the pulsing warmth of the green cross under his palm. Parting away from the kiss, Tyki looked at Allen with half lidded eyes.
Allen's right arm wrapped around Tyki's shoulder, and Allen gave a shy smile, but his gaze glinted with lust and a warmer emotion. He didn't remove his left hand, and neither felt pain, nor the hate their powers were supposed to have for each other.
Allen's smile grew. "Crown kinda like you, I believe."
Tyki smirked, fingers interwining with Allen's. "Just like Joyd, then, it seems."
The Noah brought Allen's left hand up, to pin it beside Allen's head, arm keeping his weight from crushing down Allen, their lips meeting once more. His other hand touched Allen's neck, slowly going down. Allen gasped at the sensation of the thumb pressing down lightly against his skin at it went down his chest, down his stomach; even as Tyki's lips moved to trail down his jaw.
Silver eyes slipped close at the little kisses pressed down his throat, Tyki's hand teasingly trailing his skin above the edge of Allen's pants, one finger slipping inside. Allen let out a little growl, free hand slipping fingers into Tyki's hairs.
It was Allen this time who forced Tyki's head up, kissing his lips with a type of hunger he had never given to anyone before. Such irony, that the first person he trusted with his body, was someone that logic would say he had every reason not to.
But then again, wasn't it because he knew very well Tyki could hurt, no, kill him; that Allen felt himself cave in to the touch Tyki only wanted to be good now?
"Allen, if you want me to stop, you should say it now." Tyki warned in a low voice as Allen finally released his lips. But before the white haired could reply, those golden eyes softened. "Wait, scratch that..." He lowered himself, kissing the red line on Allen's cheek. "Now or anytime… I never want to hurt you in any way."
Allen felt his throat closed off at how genuine Tyki sounded, eyes closing from how those lips slowly kissed up the red scar, finally landing another kiss to the pentagram. "Unless I allow you to." He whispered in reply.
"Would you?" Tyki retorted, but it was genuine curiosity. The answer was in Allen's eyes when they opened, and what he saw stole Tyki's breath.
"Yes, yes I would. You would listen to me, wouldn't you? That's what you've been doing since we met again… You always listen to what I want, even when I don't say it."
Tyki felt himself smile, in a way only his family might have seen. The joy that brightened Tyki made Allen flush. The man kissed Allen's cheek again. "But you should. You should never hesitate to tell me what you want, and what you don't."
Allen hummed, fingers playing the strands of hair at Tyki's nape, amused at how the man's eyes closed and frame relaxed. Allen leaned up, kissing under the man's jaw. "I want you."
Tyki's eyes flew open, staring down as if to make sure he heard right. He watched, finally noticing, how his dark vines had gently wrapped around Allen's chest, his arms, and with a quick glance, confirmed around his legs, too.
That certainly explained how red faced Allen had become.
Tyki tilted his head, slowly letting a grin form, watching with deep contentement as even if his grin was predatory, Allen's eyes only grew more heated.
"As you wish, my Allen." Tyki purred out.
Allen's face violently reddened at how possessive Tyki sounded, gasping out a moan as he felt Tyki's hand slip fully into his pants, lips hungrily pressing at his neck again.
Any notion of picnic flew away, as much as any notion of time, as they caved fully into what their heart desired, anything else but each other forgotten.
To be continued...
