#it isnt actual sex bc i feel thats super ooc for the first realization..

[pesewla]

If I may ask for more -since you got me screaming in joy as I read your last two drabbles- can you write a scenario where Tyki realises he is in love with Allen? And they make love for the first time?

ofcc this is highly saucy so viewers beware. i’ve always felt the truth would (canonically) come out when allen’s turning into nea... tyki is not pleased

“Nea,” Allen muttered feverishly, dull eyes fixated on Tyki’s approaching form. He took a wobbling step backward, a spare hand stretched out behind him like he was afraid of falling.

Tyki shook his head carefully. “…I’m not Nea,” he tried, forcing a note of humor into his voice. “Is the city smog getting to your head, boy?”

Allen’s face didn’t change, but his mouth pressed into a firm line. Tyki noticed that his Innocence, while activated, was covered with a dusting of thick white feathers. Allen took another step back, raising his arm as if in self-defense.

“Your mind looks different,” Allen accused. A cool wind blew past them, making a whistling sound as they passed through the city’s stone and mortar. “I won’t let you keep me here.”

“Hey, now,” Tyki said. This certainly wasn’t what he was expecting to find today; Tyki’d simply noticed the presence of the 14th when out hunting a wayward shard of Innocence. Tyki had followed his instinct against all better reason and had ultimately found the boy smoldering in the darkness, his Innocence blaring on one side and his Noah screaming on the other.

He took a quick step forward, faster than any human eye could follow. Tyki placed a hand on Allen’s forehead, and winced. It was boiling.

“You have a fever,” Tyki announced, glancing him up and down. The kid looked thin and destitute. “Jeez, can’t you manage on your own, boy?”

Allen took another step back. “Why are you even talking like Tyki?” he whispered, looking lost. Allen’s eyes were glued to Tyki, sure, but it was like he was staring straight through him and to the horizon. A look of horrified realization dawned on his face. “- Oh. You can see my thoughts, too.”

“What’s that supposed to mean –“

“Nea. Nea,” Allen was saying. “I want to help you, but you can’t –“

Allen wobbled suddenly, his already-paled face draining of color. Tyki moved forward a second before it was too late and caught him before he could faceplant into the pavement.

“…Jeez,” Tyki sighed, glancing down at Allen’s slackened face. He lifted the boy up, trying valiantly not to stare too much at his delicate features; doing so felt like an invasion of privacy.

Tyki found the nearest inn and paid the keeper generously for a last-minute reservation, pretending like he didn’t notice the man’s accusatory glares back and forth between him and the unconscious boy. It wasn’t like that.

For the next six hours, he changed the washcloth on Allen’s hot forehead, paced around the gloomy suite, listened while Allen whimpered, and fought the growing sense of panic in his chest.

Tyki knew the panic was stupid. If anything, he should relish in the 14th’s transformation; finally, even if he were a traitor, their family would be fully reincarnated and reunited. If anything, Tyki should feel joy.

But he felt anything but that. A sinking feeling, too large for words, was slowly closing in on him. The more he watched Allen shudder and call out in his sleep, trying fruitlessly to push back on the consciousness looming over him, the sicker and angrier Tyki felt.

“Nea,” Allen groaned for the umpteenth time that night. Tyki fidgeted in his chair and stared out the window, trying to push down the feeling of doom. Suddenly, Allen’s skin darkened, even darker than Tyki’s own skin. He cried out, his back arching like a cat’s, and then relaxed.

“T – “ Allen whispered, sinking back into the pillows. “Tyki?”

Tyki stiffened, then got up from his chair. “Boy, are you up?” he asked, peering over Allen’s flayed-out form. But the boy’s eyes were still closed, and he was still breathing in and out rhythmically. That’s not good. Tyki hesitated, then reached out a hand to jostle his shoulder. “Boy. Allen. Allen. Allen, wake up.”

Allen’s eyes fluttered, and then slowly opened. Gold, cat-like eyes stared upward at Tyki, then narrowed. Tyki tried to keep his fists from clenching, opening his mouth to greet the newest Noah –

Allen coughed suddenly, and his eyes faded back to iridescent violet. “Tyki,” he said, and this time it felt like a statement of fact rather than a question. A flood of relief washed over Tyki, irrational as ever. Why? he asked himself again. He didn’t want to feel such relief. “What –“

“You nearly Turned,” Tyki said blasely. He tried lifting his arm from Allen’s shoulder, but Allen grabbed it, looking like a deer in headlights. So they stayed frozen in that spot for a beat more, Tyki staring at Allen with feigned apathy.

“I think Nea can read my thoughts,” Allen murmured, looking a little offended.

“And what makes you think that?” Tyki asked.

“He… acted like you,” Allen said through gritted teeth, averting his eyes from Tyki. Tyki smiled, painfully amused. “Don’t take that the wrong way, though.”

“Hm,” was all Tyki managed. He ran the statement through his mind several times, running a hand through his hair after he’d reached the same conclusion over and over again. “Well, damn. Is this what confirmation bias is?”

“Huh?” Allen said, blinking at Tyki.

“You’re going to turn into the 14th soon,” Tyki said, inhaling sharply. He pressed his fingers to his temples and laughed darkly. “But I want you, for some reason. Isn’t that irritating?”

“Huh?” Allen said again, voice an octave higher. He squirmed on the sickbed, which moments ago Tyki had assumed would be his metaphorical deathbed. “What – that’s not funny, Tyki.”

“I just spent six hours coming to terms with the fact that I’d never talk to you again,” Tyki scowled. “It was surprisingly horrible.”

“How kind,” Allen bit sarcastically.

“You want me, too,” Tyki declared, voice dripping confidence. “That’s why Nea pretended.”

“You’re full of yourself, you bastard,” Allen said, eyes flicking between the door and Tyki multiple times.

“I don’t hear a denial,” Tyki said, shrugging off his heavy overcoat. He leaned forward, gracefully lethal, pressing Allen even further into the bed.

“Well,” Allen said uncertainly, feeling Tyki’s weight shifting on top of him. “This isn’t right.”

“Tell me to stop,” Tyki muttered. “Right now, I’m really frustrated…”

Allen was silent, so Tyki leaned forward, narrowed eyes drinking in Allen’s face. He secured himself on top of Allen’s midriff, brushed a hand through his hair, and then pressed their lips together in a way that seemed angry. Allen stiffened defensively, so Tyki kneaded his lips until they opened, inserting a tongue between his teeth. Tyki kissed him like he was pouring emotion into the boy’s body, grinding his hips into Allen’s as he went. Finally, the boy’s form loosened, and he extended a hand to tangle his fingers into Tyki’s hair, while the Noah kissed him like it was what he had arduously earned.

“Why do you have to be the 14th?” Tyki growled, having pulled away for a second. Allen was staring at him with flushed cheeks and vulnerable eyes, and Tyki pushed him down harder, like that would inspire him to talk.

“I don’t know,” Allen whispered. He was looking at Tyki in the same way he’d looked at ‘Nea’ – like an apparition. Tyki fiddled with the buttons on his dress shirt, and pulled it off, critically examining the thick scars running across the ex-exorcist’s chest.

“How long?” Tyki snarled, tracing Allen’s scar with his fingernails. Allen shivered. “How long have you been wanting…” Tyki stopped the question there, removing his own shirt and then going to Allen’s pants. “I don’t want that bastard to be you. He makes - my Noah… shake with rage. And now there’s what, a day? Two? So, this is the only chance I’ll ever get.”

Allen was quiet, just staring at Tyki as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Tyki,” he whispered fervently as Tyki’s hands brushed over his underwear. “Are you –“

“Don’t ask me if you already know.” Tyki’s anger was beginning to fade, though.

“I…” Allen’s voice was raw. “When I’m with you, I feel like myself. But isn’t this too…”

“Far? Which part? Where you nearly ceased to exist?”

Allen shut his eyes. “You brought me back.”

Then they were both totally naked, Tyki climbing on top of Allen once again to kiss him with a manic sort of energy, like he alone could keep Allen grounded in this world. “Tyki…” Allen groaned as Tyki’s hands ghosted over the boy’s erection.

“Do you think about me?” Tyki wondered aloud, wrapping his hand around Allen’s dick. Allen’s hips bucked against Tyki’s chest. Allen whimpered affirmatively.

“I think about you. But I hoped it was because I wanted to kill you,” Tyki said, almost regretfully. He glanced up at the boy’s face. “It’s entertaining nonetheless.”

Tyki kept the boy pinned down and squirming while he ran his hands along the boy’s dick, Allen’s hips still grinding rhythmically against him. “Do you want to stop here?”

Allen shook his head, eyes full of some kind of light. “I – “ he moaned, as Tyki’s hand moved again. “Feel human again.”

“How ironic.” Tyki paused, struggling against his desires. Then, he brought both hands up to Allen’s chest, pushing down on him as he kissed the boy slowly. Tyki drew away, Allen’s eyes still closed, the boy still splayed out on the bed. He was startlingly beautiful, Tyki admitted. Tyki grabbed his overcoat and threw it over Allen’s vulnerable body.

Allen made a noise of surprise, and Tyki watched his mouth form the words – Wait. Don’t stop. Tyki took a moment to regret his decision, then looked away. “If you want to go further, don’t disappear,” Tyki sighed, fumbling around for his pants. “Don’t lose.”

#it isnt actual sex bc i feel thats super ooc for the first realization.. #tykillen #dgm #d gray man #dgm spoilers #poker pair #tyki mikk #allen walker #tyki x allen #my writing