The Gamble

Title: The Gamble

Fandom: D.Gray-Man

Characters: Tiki & Allen

Prompt: 082 - If

Word Count: 1,972

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Contains mild manga spoilers. A take on what may have happened if the pair’s first meeting on the train had gone differently.

Disclaimer: Don't own the fandom or the characters, and I make no $$$ from this.


Tyki grinned up at the handsome teen from where he sat. So the kid wanted a challenge, eh?

“So, you want to play us to get your friend’s possessions back?” Tyki asked him. The teen exorcist nodded. “But what do we get in return?”

Allen frowned, considering before saying, “The trimmings of this coat are silver. I’ll wager this coat to get into the game.”

Brown eyes gazed from behind thick spectacles, amused. “I suppose that’s okay if you’re talking about one of these guys,” he said, gesturing at his friends, “but when I win, I had something different in mind.”

Allen frowned, bending down as Tyki waved him over. Grasping the back of his neck, Tyki pulled him closer to whisper warmly into the shell of his ear, words that only Allen was able to hear. Rabi frowned, watching Allen’s eyes widen slightly before he pulled away to regard the man for a moment.

“Alright, if you’re able to win,” Allen replied, his face a stern mask.

Tyki smirked before shuffling the cards to deal them all a hand.

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One by one, Tyki’s companions folded until it was only he and Allen still in the game. They each took additional cards, discarding those that weren’t of help. Tyki gazed over at the boy before laying his spread on the table, a smirk on his face. A royal flush. Allen gazed at the cards in his hand, a sinking feeling in his gut. Impossible. How could he have lost when he was such a skilled cheater?

“You won again, Tyki,” one of his friend’s said, patting him on the back.

“Isn’t it always like that?” said the other.

Allen could feel the heat of Tyki’s dark eyes on him, until the man rose, gesturing for Allen to come with him. Tyki turned to his friends. “Why not give this guy,” he said motioning at Crowley, “some of his clothes back? It’s a little embarrassing to walk around nearly naked.”

His companions groaned in response. “What’s with you, Tyki? You’re usually not like this,” one of them remarked.

Turning away to head toward the adjacent car, Tyki waved at them. “Let’s just say that I’m in such a good mood, I feel generous.”

Watching Allen follow the man warily, Rabi spoke up. “Hey, Allen, where are the two of you going?”

Allen cut him a nervous look. “Oh… he just wanted to show me something.”

The smirk that Rabi saw on Tyki as he turned back to check that Allen was following him made Rabi think otherwise.

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Entering one of the storage cars of the train, Tyki led the young exorcist toward the back. Packages and bundles were stacked in various places throughout the area. Allen took a seat on a crate against the back wall, his eyes downcast as he absently ran a hand through his pale hair. Tyki remained standing, hovering over him.

The man canted his head to the side, his eyes on the sullen teen. “Why so glum, boy?” he asked as he removed his glasses to place into his shirt pocket. “Even though I’m the one that won, you’re the one that’s going to get the prize.”

Allen frowned up at him, his mood dark. “Let’s just get this over with, alright.”

The exorcist startled as a hand was placed on either side of his head, the man looming in with a grin splitting his face. Allen gazed at him, swearing that he’d seen brown eyes glint gold before becoming normal again. Just as suddenly, that wicked grin became one of patience, his eyes kind.

“Don’t be so nervous… Allen, was it?” Tyki asked, moving to kneel before him.

“Y-Yes,” the teen answered, stiffening as the man’s hands reached out, moving to unbutton his coat.

The kind smile turned sly as the coat was drawn off of Allen’s shoulders. “The silver on this coat would have been nice, but what you’re about to give me is much more valuable. This is your first time, isn’t it?”

Allen’s flush gave Tyki his answer. “N-none of your business!” the young exorcist stammered. This wasn’t exactly how Allen had pictured the moment, nor with whom.

The buttons of the boy’s shirt were unfastened one by one. “There’s nothing to worry about, boy.” Tyki leaned in to murmur into Allen’s ear. “I’ll make it nice for you.” He planted a hand on the boy’s chest to trail downward. “I’ll make it so you remember me in the depth of night, when you’re all alone…”

Allen gasped as he felt warm breath on his neck and full lips against his skin. He shivered at the man’s roving hands on the skin of his chest and back. At the way a pert nipple was plucked between thumb and forefinger, lips moving to capture the hardened bit of flesh. Hands moved to stroke Allen below through his trousers, pants seeming to tighten uncomfortably. Then that voice was back to coo into the shell of his ear.

“You’ll touch yourself here,” he murmured, massaging the boy’s hardness, “imagining that it’s me.”

Allen didn’t speak, the shudder of his body and the hitch in his breath given as if in confirmation of Tyki’s words. Lips trailing down the boy’s belly, Tyki could feel the young exorcist’s eyes on him as deft hands moved to unfasten the boy’s trousers. He mouthed the teen’s obvious erection through his undergarments, making Allen’s thighs tense and his breath catch before reaching in to pull the organ free. Allen had a moment to gaze down in shock before the smirking man sheathed him in the heat of his mouth.

Allen uttered a choked cry, hoping that it wasn’t loud enough for people to hear in the adjacent car. His face burned at the possibility that the pair would be discovered in a compromising position by a worker. He bit his lip, wondering what look his friend would turn on him after he’d returned – one of curiosity over what was supposedly ‘shown’ to him for all this time, or of disappointment at what the boy had done. Very soon, all thoughts of Rabi fled in the face of the pleasure delivered to him at the talented hands and lips of a stranger. As Allen’s back arched against the wall, his breath coming in short gasps, he thought that perhaps it was he who was being given a prize.

Tyki hummed around the length he suckled between his lips, earning a whimper and groan from the boy. Such delicious sounds he made, so delicious that they had the Noah’s trousers tenting as his erection pressed against its confines. He worked the teen’s pants down around his ankles and off, allowing him to spread Allen’s thighs. He reached into his pocket for the vial of oil that he always carried, glad once more that he always sought to be prepared for everything. He spread some on the fingers of one hand as he continued to suckle the boy. Allen grunted as a finger moved to prod him before slipping inside. Tyki moaned at how his digit was swallowed by the boy’s passage. His erection twitched in anticipation. In a few moments, he’d be sheathing himself in this tight heat.

At the press of additional fingers into his backside, Allen groaned, teeth gritted. He clutched at Tyki’s shoulders as he fell over the edge, spilling into his mouth, both shocked and aroused at how the man swallowed around him hungrily. As he came down from orgasm, his body still shuddering, Allen moaned as those probing fingers continued to move, stretching him for what was to come. Soon, Tyki pulled away to regard the sated boy. Allen watched the man spread a glistening substance onto his erection before moving to sit up nervously. Tyki pressed him back downwards with hands on his shoulders.

“I can’t let you have all the fun, can I, boy?” Tyki remarked before grasping Allen’s thighs to pull him the anxious teen to the edge of the crate. He lifted the boy’s feet to his shoulders before positioning himself at Allen’s entrance. “Just relax, boy. I like doing it this way. Like this, I can stare into that beautiful face of yours.”

Allen’s eyes widened as he groaned, the man pushing forward to breach his entrance. He bit his lip to stifle a cry, the entry uncomfortable despite the stretching. Now more than ever, he wanted to back out of their little arrangement. Panting, he gazed up at Tyki’s face, watching beads of perspiration trickle down the man’s forehead.

“Just relax,” he told him. “In a moment, you’ll start to like this.”

Allen tensed, fearing for a moment that the man would push forward before he was ready, but was surprised at the man’s warm smile. He was even more surprised by the way Tyki leaned forward to plant kisses across his face and lips. As his muscles began to loosen, he sucked in a deep breath as Tyki pushed slowly forward, his eyes falling to half mast at the pleasure of the passage squeezing him. This whole thing felt strange to Allen, strange to have his limber body flexed like this while impaled by someone who was basically a stranger. As Tyki began to move, the initial discomfort at the fullness morphed into something else, something that made his chest heave and his body shudder.

The gentle motion of Tyki’s hips became firmer and hungrier as he watched the changes pass over the boy’s face, as he watched the way Allen’s brows knitted together, his mouth opening in the shape of a moan as his eyes squeezed shut. Groaning, the boy shifted restlessly against the wall, his face twisted in unexpected pleasure. Allen’s chest heaved, as if each pulse of the man’s hips drove the breath from his lungs.

“I told you, boy,” Tyki managed to say between breaths, “I told you that you’d love this. Now that you’ve had a taste of me, it will be hard to find anyone else to fill that need in your gut.” Leaning in, he captured Allen’s open mouth in a kiss, a tongue sweeping the cavern hungrily, possessively. Allen groaned into Tyki’s mouth, the change in angle making him see stars as the man’s girth pulsed into him.

Suddenly, Allen’s body stiffened, his hand clutching Tyki’s shoulder as he groaned through gritted teeth. He felt warm fluid splash his belly moments before Tyki’s head fell onto his shoulder. The man muffled a cry against his skin as he poured into him, shuddering. After a moment, Tyki pulled out to stand, leaning against the wall above Allen, panting. Boneless, Allen allowed the wall to prop him up, absently watching a drop of pearly fluid fall from the man’s fading erection onto the floor. The young exorcist closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing. Soon afterward, he felt lips pressing against his before a handkerchief began wiping at his belly. Allen opened his eyes on the scene of the man crouched before him, cleaning away the traces of essence on his skin.

“Thanks, boy,” Tyki said, rising to his feet and adjusting his clothing. “That was one of the most worthwhile games I’ve ever played.”

Allen looked up at him, sitting up as he came back to himself. “Not the worthwhile game?”

Tyki had to laugh at that. “Don’t flatter yourself too much, boy.” He smirked, looming over him. “Although I wouldn’t mind playing with you again sometime.” The man headed across to the exit into the other car, turning to call over his shoulder, “I might even tell you then who’s more delicious than you are.”

Sighing, Allen retrieved the items of clothing from the floor, trying to think up a sufficient explanation for his friends waiting a few cars away.


End