[ D. Gray-man ] Black
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cemetery_things+ Title: Black
+Fandom: D. Gray-man
+ Characters: Kanda Yuu, Ravi, Tiki Mick
+ Rating: NC-17
+ Warnings: General violence, smut, and other such fun.
There was once a man named Murphy, who theorized the greatest law of the universe: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and usually in the worst possible way. Kanda Yu was not a very avid believer in Murphy’s Law. After all, his law of the universe worked just as well as any other; if it gets in the way, pisses Yu off, or is generally unworthy of Yu, they are not worth any of Yu’s respect or attention. Ravi had made a hobby of pushing the limits of Kanda’s Law, but no matter how many times he danced along that fine line he somehow never managed to fall over the edge. This time, Kanda was planning to kick him as far away from the line as he could- As soon as the hammer-bearing Exorcist stopped bouncing around the train car like a poorly medicated hyperactivity disordered kangaroo.
They had chosen a crowded passenger train to jump, for some reason, and they were sitting in a car with about twenty other people who were being blessed with Ravi’s enthusiastic behavior. Flirting with a girl, playing with some children, talking, talking, talking, and by the time he’d finished with the rest of the car Kanda had fallen asleep in his seat. Ravi perched on the seat across from the other Exorcist, watching his even breathing with curious fascination before jumping up and moving out into the aisle yet again. The car was still, darkness having drawn the few passengers that remained into Dreaming while the train rocked them to sleep. Ravi was as quiet as could be, opening the door to the outside and closing it quickly, the night air blowing around him as the track sped past only a few feet below. There was a dining car, empty and silent save a man sitting behind the counter, but Ravi passed through with only a smile and a soft word of greeting. The man watched the Exorcist with a strange expression as he passed on to the luggage car, but he simply pulled a silver box from his pocket, tapping out a cigarette and match on his open palm. He struck the match against the rough end of the case, shielding the flame with one hand as he raised it toward his mouth. The door didn’t open, but there was a voice, the wind suddenly blowing out the flame with a harsh sigh.
“Terribly sorry about that.” The man looked up, expression slightly annoyed as he took in the poorly dressed man before him. “I’d offer a light, if I had one. Might I ask for a pack of cigarettes and some food?”
A fresh box was slid across the counter, quickly picked up and replaced by several pesos. The man looked up as a strange shadow flit across the ceiling, turning to see nothing there but the thick-lens glasses man and a somewhat goofy smile. “I’d like some steak, if you have any. Any sort of meat you have.”
Ravi had actually been looking for more passenger cars to go and bother, but the noted lack of people and the overpopulation of luggage hadn’t really tipped him off until he reached the end of the train and realized there were no more cars. It was a puzzling fact for only a moment, but then he turned right back around with a sheepish grin and headed down the length of the train once more. Maybe he needed to get some sleep, as well; after all, he’d been up and around for the last week and a half on assignments, and even future Bookmen needed to rest sometimes. Ravi opened the door to the dining car carefully, stepping out of the windblown night and into the warmth with a shiver.
The feeling of silence in the car had changed, for some reason- The scent of harshly cooked meat filled the air, cigarette smoke and flickering light giving the illusion of a thousand shadows dancing over the walls and ceiling. They almost looked like butterflies, Ravi mused, but his attention was quickly caught by the shriek of metal on ceramic tableware. The future Bookman cringed, ears buzzing ever so slightly as he turned to face the far corner of the car. It was a bit dim compared to the rest of the dining area, the lamp behind the seat only highlighting the features of the occupant. Ravi found himself memorizing the man out of habit, from the charcoal hair and thick-lensed spectacles to the baggy clothing and unshaven chin. The juices from the meat were sneaking out from the corners of his lips, dripping in greasy trails down his face to the linen tablecloth below. It was a grotesque scene to watch, but after several minutes of gross fascination Ravi was startled from his daze by the voice of the ravenous hobo.
“Something for you?” He’d been expecting a rough tone, something sharp around the edges and burnt with smoke, but the smooth voice that came forth caught him completely off guard. The man was looking up at him evenly, eyes hidden by the reflections on the glass. Ravi was trying to find a plausible answer as the napkin dabbed the corners of the man’s mouth, cleaning up quite nicely before he smiled at the boy. “Don’t act like I just kicked your puppy. Sit down for awhile, have something to eat.”
Ravi paused for only a moment, looking toward the door that led to the passenger cars before moving forward to take a seat across from the man. The knife began sawing away at the steak yet again, black crusted meat splintering and giving way to the browned flesh beneath; he couldn’t quite figure out why he kept staring at it, and the man in front of him. There was something strange about him, though he couldn’t place it. It was only after several minutes of concentrated thought that Ravi realized the man was speaking.
“… Tiki, actually, and you look hungry, boy. Why don’t you bring something here for the young man? Do you like chocolate? Of course you do, everyone likes chocolate. Bring the boy something chocolate!” Ravi was trying to figure out why this man was being so damn amiable when a plate full of warm, gushy chocolate brownies was set before him. “My treat. What’s your name, boy?” The man smiled, friendly as could be.
“Ravi.” He poked at the brownies curiously, pulling back a finger dripping with gooey fudge and licking it off carefully. Oh, wow. That was good chocolate. He cleaned the rest of the brownie goo from his fingers with his tongue, making a soft hum of enjoyment. The man across the table was finishing enjoying his own food, not even watching as Ravi carefully looked for a reaction. It tasted fine, and smelled fine, and someone else was paying for it, so he was quite alright with that. He was halfway through the massive baked lovely when he finally sighed, realizing how filling this much chocolate was when one was wolfing it down.
“Like it?” Tiki seemed amused by the sudden disappearance of the food, looking at Ravi in slight disbelief.
“It’s great! I’m gonna have to ask for a bag to take it with me, though- My friend and I are getting off at the next station.” Manila, actually, but he didn’t need to specify. The man simply nodded, bidding the Exorcist farewell politely as the redhead moved off through the door, paper bag in hand with the brownie starting to stain through the sides and bottom. Tiki stared after him for what seemed a long while, until the empty landscape began seeping into scattered buildings and finally slowing into a station, dimly lit by gas lamps on the platform. He watched the two boys getting off the train, smiling slightly as he saw them arguing over something or another as the Asian one grabbed the bag of chocolate from Ravi’s hand. They moved off into the station door, and suddenly Tiki wasn’t there anymore- The dining care was empty, and the only thing left was an empty plate on a table and the scent of cigarettes in the air.
They found the hotel they were supposed to be staying in with relative ease; it wasn’t exactly top of the line, but it was far from being a complete dump. Ravi flopped on one of the beds with a content sigh as they entered, squealing a bit about how soft the mattress was as Kanda sat on his own bed, jerking open the brownie bag hard enough to rip one side as he reached inside to get some of his own. He was positively starving, and Ravi’s presence was (for once) not enough to deter him from eating something- Anything, even if it was sweeter than hell itself. Yuu was ignoring the other’s chattering about their mission, quite focused on eating and barely noticing when the talking finally started to fade away. He glanced up when he was on the last bite, making a disapproving sound as he saw that Ravi had fallen asleep. They needed to go look around, start investigating! He’d had the whole trip to sleep, it was his fault he’d decided to go skipping around the train instead of resting. Kanda sighed, crumbling up the bag and standing with a growl. “Get up, idiot. We have work to do.” Ravi didn’t move, peaceful as could be even as Yuu poked him in the side rather harshly. “Idiot! Wake up!” Nothing. Now Kanda was getting angry; Ravi was just fucking with his head at this point, he knew it. The Exorcist stormed out in the hall to the common bathroom with a huff, searching for a cup and filling it with icy water. It was just as ineffective as the rest.
It was funny, how tired one could start feeling after what had to be half an hour of trying to get their idiot partner to wake up.
It was also rather funny how comfortable the bed was, and how he didn’t feel too motivated to get up and lock the door.
He wasn’t awake to think about how funny it was that someone would come in through the unlocked door: He didn’t even wake up when they pulled the two Exorcists out of bed, one under each arm as they simply melted away through the wall.
His legs were turning black…
Kanda didn’t know why it was so fixating; perhaps it was the drugs. He didn’t know, really, but that was that. He’d heal soon. Ravi was having trouble breathing- Apparently he was allergic to opiates, but that was the least of his worries. The future Bookman couldn’t heal like Yu. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk on his own ever again, if he lived once the Noah was finished with him.
It was amusing, really, to see the bloody mess that had once been the tendons and muscles in his legs lying on the floor beside him. It vaguely crossed Kanda’s mind that he was higher than a goddamned kite… And then his badly torn shirt was being slipped off, a rough mouth on his neck as the strong hands ran down his torso. There was something wrong, Kanda knew, but his body wouldn’t work when his mind told it to… The Exorcist let out a breathy sound, a mixture of anger and excitement in the tone. It was so damned confusing, and broken up- there was a spark in the corner of his vision, and the world fell into delusional lights.
Tiki Mick was laughing as the Exorcist went limp, letting him drop back with a low moan of drug-induced stupor. This was much more fun so far than he’d expected; He had quite a tolerance for opium, seeing how he’d been around the stuff so much, but apparently it didn’t help the boys that they’d been exposed to a sedative strong enough to take down a draft horse beforehand. Ravi was lucid enough to be aware of what was going on around him, eyes watching Tiki as he moved to crouch in front of the boy. “You’re looking rather ill, boy.” He made the remark as if he were commenting on the weather, smiling slightly even as he started to undress the Exorcist. Ravi growled in protest, meant to be words that only came out as a sort of garbled snarl in his swollen throat. Tiki smiled, reaching out to pat him on the head as if he were a dog. “Oh, don’t worry so much. You’re going to enjoy this part, I promise.”
Ravi believed him. Really, truly, from the depths of his soul. After all, any man who drugged and kidnapped you so he could get you naked was sure to be telling the truth. Of course, it didn’t really hit him exactly how bad it could be until he watched the Noah picking Yuu up by the hair, dragging him over and starting to position his head between Ravi’s legs.
He’d never imagined his first blowjob would be forced, and from a man- Or from Kanda, for that matter.
Coming back to the real world was a sharp experience- Kanda was being touched, fingers exploring his entrance with well-glossed care. Stretching, teasing places that- Hips rolled back into the sensation, or tried to, a sort of faltered shifting of weight being the result. Funny taste in his mouth, sore throat, but he didn’t pay much attention to that for the moment. The Noah- Tiki, he’d said his name was Tiki, sometime during the hallucinations- said something, a resistant whine of protest coming from between Kanda’s spread legs. He looked, a dulled shock running through his body as a dark hand grabbed Ravi by the hair and forced his mouth over Kanda’s stiffening length. What the hell- That sensible thought was destroyed as something larger and harder than fingers pressed inside, a cry of surprise escaping his throat. The unintelligible words came again, and Ravi’s hum of a protest against his flesh made Kanda’s hips buck forward with a gasp. There was that laugh behind him, movement sending a shudder up the base of his spine as the hard shaft began to slide further forward. The Noah was being painfully slow, hands running over the boy’s skin in almost every imaginable way, extracting whines and moans as he licked the opium-sweet sweat from his back and neck. Meanwhile, a second mouth was working Kanda’s skin, but this one was shaking and letting out sounds of pain that made the experience even more stimulating. It seemed Tiki had given Ravi a ‘lesson’ while Kanda was out, the words the Noah was saying sometimes clear as snapped instructions to the redhead. Kanda didn’t know the official terminology for whatever Ravi was doing with his throat and tongue, but his erection certainly didn’t mind the lack of information. Tiki was quickening his thrusts, each movement pushing Kanda toward Ravi’s waiting mouth, harsh, biting kisses drawing a trickle of heated blood from Kanda’s shoulder, but the Exorcist wasn’t paying attention to the pain. His body jerked in a startling sensation of pleasure and torturous climax. Whining and gasping, he arched back against Tiki’s chest, feeling the other man’s release- The chest rumbled in speech behind his slick, heaving back, words directed at Ravi but somehow compelling him to follow the instruction as well. ”Swallow.” Kanda’s throat and head and stomach ached as he went limp in Tiki’s arms, vision spinning in terrible vertigo as the low laugh purred over his shoulder. Ravi was gagging, breathing ragged as the dim light reflecting a trickle of blood and cum running from the corner of his mouth.
There was a strange wheeze, suddenly… Tiki just dropped Kanda, standing sharply and moving over to the redhead’s side. The Exorcist sort of shuddered- the sound he was making was horrible, audible even to Kanda’s ears, a gagging, gasping cry for help that seemed to last forever. The Noah was doing something to him, but Kanda couldn’t tell if that was why Ravi was making the noise. Tiki was cursing, but then there was silence, and fresh air.
People were talking, and Kanda could see kind of clearly- and Ravi was starting to breathe normally again. Kanda just waited. It seemed like days, shifting between darkness and light. He was sleeping, and then one day he woke up and moved his legs with an irritated sigh. That had been completely pointless. What had the damn Noah expected to gain from something like that? Kanda pushed himself up in bed, blinking against the white, white room of the medical wing of Headquarters. There was a patch of red in the bed next to him, hair on a pillow, and he glanced over to see Ravi. He was lying there, staring at the ceiling with an expression that confused Kanda. It was over, it had been sick, but they were back at the Order now. They could track the bastard down and kill him, as slowly as they wanted. Kanda opened his mouth to tell Ravi what an ass he was being, but then Rinali walked in, steps quiet as could be, a tray with bandages and some ointment on it, gleaming silver-clean in the light. He watched as she directed a small smile in his direction, setting the tray down on the end of Ravi’s bed with a softspoken greeting to the redhead. She pulled the sheets up carefully, revealing the end of the mattress and Ravi’s legs as she started unwrapping white cotton from around his ankles. Oh, that was all- Nothing to be depressed about, but then the bandages came off all the way. There weren’t any feet below those blood ankles- Just a visible bone where they’d been neatly sawed away, black and purple infection obvious at the edges of the cleancut skin. Kanda opened him mouth to say something, finding it perfectly dry as he tried to look to Ravi’s face again. The face wasn’t important right now, though. Not as important as the bloodied, pussy stumps that had once let him bounce around like a goddamned kangaroo and annoy the hell out of Kanda and everyone else in the world. Kanda looked at his own feet, flexing the perfectly healed toes and tucking them beneath the sheets again.
Even if Ravi had become completely useless, at least Yuu could take care of that bastard Tiki Mick.
+Fandom: D. Gray-man
+ Characters: Kanda Yuu, Ravi, Tiki Mick
+ Rating: NC-17
+ Warnings: General violence, smut, and other such fun.
There was once a man named Murphy, who theorized the greatest law of the universe: Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong, and usually in the worst possible way. Kanda Yu was not a very avid believer in Murphy’s Law. After all, his law of the universe worked just as well as any other; if it gets in the way, pisses Yu off, or is generally unworthy of Yu, they are not worth any of Yu’s respect or attention. Ravi had made a hobby of pushing the limits of Kanda’s Law, but no matter how many times he danced along that fine line he somehow never managed to fall over the edge. This time, Kanda was planning to kick him as far away from the line as he could- As soon as the hammer-bearing Exorcist stopped bouncing around the train car like a poorly medicated hyperactivity disordered kangaroo.
They had chosen a crowded passenger train to jump, for some reason, and they were sitting in a car with about twenty other people who were being blessed with Ravi’s enthusiastic behavior. Flirting with a girl, playing with some children, talking, talking, talking, and by the time he’d finished with the rest of the car Kanda had fallen asleep in his seat. Ravi perched on the seat across from the other Exorcist, watching his even breathing with curious fascination before jumping up and moving out into the aisle yet again. The car was still, darkness having drawn the few passengers that remained into Dreaming while the train rocked them to sleep. Ravi was as quiet as could be, opening the door to the outside and closing it quickly, the night air blowing around him as the track sped past only a few feet below. There was a dining car, empty and silent save a man sitting behind the counter, but Ravi passed through with only a smile and a soft word of greeting. The man watched the Exorcist with a strange expression as he passed on to the luggage car, but he simply pulled a silver box from his pocket, tapping out a cigarette and match on his open palm. He struck the match against the rough end of the case, shielding the flame with one hand as he raised it toward his mouth. The door didn’t open, but there was a voice, the wind suddenly blowing out the flame with a harsh sigh.
“Terribly sorry about that.” The man looked up, expression slightly annoyed as he took in the poorly dressed man before him. “I’d offer a light, if I had one. Might I ask for a pack of cigarettes and some food?”
A fresh box was slid across the counter, quickly picked up and replaced by several pesos. The man looked up as a strange shadow flit across the ceiling, turning to see nothing there but the thick-lens glasses man and a somewhat goofy smile. “I’d like some steak, if you have any. Any sort of meat you have.”
Ravi had actually been looking for more passenger cars to go and bother, but the noted lack of people and the overpopulation of luggage hadn’t really tipped him off until he reached the end of the train and realized there were no more cars. It was a puzzling fact for only a moment, but then he turned right back around with a sheepish grin and headed down the length of the train once more. Maybe he needed to get some sleep, as well; after all, he’d been up and around for the last week and a half on assignments, and even future Bookmen needed to rest sometimes. Ravi opened the door to the dining car carefully, stepping out of the windblown night and into the warmth with a shiver.
The feeling of silence in the car had changed, for some reason- The scent of harshly cooked meat filled the air, cigarette smoke and flickering light giving the illusion of a thousand shadows dancing over the walls and ceiling. They almost looked like butterflies, Ravi mused, but his attention was quickly caught by the shriek of metal on ceramic tableware. The future Bookman cringed, ears buzzing ever so slightly as he turned to face the far corner of the car. It was a bit dim compared to the rest of the dining area, the lamp behind the seat only highlighting the features of the occupant. Ravi found himself memorizing the man out of habit, from the charcoal hair and thick-lensed spectacles to the baggy clothing and unshaven chin. The juices from the meat were sneaking out from the corners of his lips, dripping in greasy trails down his face to the linen tablecloth below. It was a grotesque scene to watch, but after several minutes of gross fascination Ravi was startled from his daze by the voice of the ravenous hobo.
“Something for you?” He’d been expecting a rough tone, something sharp around the edges and burnt with smoke, but the smooth voice that came forth caught him completely off guard. The man was looking up at him evenly, eyes hidden by the reflections on the glass. Ravi was trying to find a plausible answer as the napkin dabbed the corners of the man’s mouth, cleaning up quite nicely before he smiled at the boy. “Don’t act like I just kicked your puppy. Sit down for awhile, have something to eat.”
Ravi paused for only a moment, looking toward the door that led to the passenger cars before moving forward to take a seat across from the man. The knife began sawing away at the steak yet again, black crusted meat splintering and giving way to the browned flesh beneath; he couldn’t quite figure out why he kept staring at it, and the man in front of him. There was something strange about him, though he couldn’t place it. It was only after several minutes of concentrated thought that Ravi realized the man was speaking.
“… Tiki, actually, and you look hungry, boy. Why don’t you bring something here for the young man? Do you like chocolate? Of course you do, everyone likes chocolate. Bring the boy something chocolate!” Ravi was trying to figure out why this man was being so damn amiable when a plate full of warm, gushy chocolate brownies was set before him. “My treat. What’s your name, boy?” The man smiled, friendly as could be.
“Ravi.” He poked at the brownies curiously, pulling back a finger dripping with gooey fudge and licking it off carefully. Oh, wow. That was good chocolate. He cleaned the rest of the brownie goo from his fingers with his tongue, making a soft hum of enjoyment. The man across the table was finishing enjoying his own food, not even watching as Ravi carefully looked for a reaction. It tasted fine, and smelled fine, and someone else was paying for it, so he was quite alright with that. He was halfway through the massive baked lovely when he finally sighed, realizing how filling this much chocolate was when one was wolfing it down.
“Like it?” Tiki seemed amused by the sudden disappearance of the food, looking at Ravi in slight disbelief.
“It’s great! I’m gonna have to ask for a bag to take it with me, though- My friend and I are getting off at the next station.” Manila, actually, but he didn’t need to specify. The man simply nodded, bidding the Exorcist farewell politely as the redhead moved off through the door, paper bag in hand with the brownie starting to stain through the sides and bottom. Tiki stared after him for what seemed a long while, until the empty landscape began seeping into scattered buildings and finally slowing into a station, dimly lit by gas lamps on the platform. He watched the two boys getting off the train, smiling slightly as he saw them arguing over something or another as the Asian one grabbed the bag of chocolate from Ravi’s hand. They moved off into the station door, and suddenly Tiki wasn’t there anymore- The dining care was empty, and the only thing left was an empty plate on a table and the scent of cigarettes in the air.
They found the hotel they were supposed to be staying in with relative ease; it wasn’t exactly top of the line, but it was far from being a complete dump. Ravi flopped on one of the beds with a content sigh as they entered, squealing a bit about how soft the mattress was as Kanda sat on his own bed, jerking open the brownie bag hard enough to rip one side as he reached inside to get some of his own. He was positively starving, and Ravi’s presence was (for once) not enough to deter him from eating something- Anything, even if it was sweeter than hell itself. Yuu was ignoring the other’s chattering about their mission, quite focused on eating and barely noticing when the talking finally started to fade away. He glanced up when he was on the last bite, making a disapproving sound as he saw that Ravi had fallen asleep. They needed to go look around, start investigating! He’d had the whole trip to sleep, it was his fault he’d decided to go skipping around the train instead of resting. Kanda sighed, crumbling up the bag and standing with a growl. “Get up, idiot. We have work to do.” Ravi didn’t move, peaceful as could be even as Yuu poked him in the side rather harshly. “Idiot! Wake up!” Nothing. Now Kanda was getting angry; Ravi was just fucking with his head at this point, he knew it. The Exorcist stormed out in the hall to the common bathroom with a huff, searching for a cup and filling it with icy water. It was just as ineffective as the rest.
It was funny, how tired one could start feeling after what had to be half an hour of trying to get their idiot partner to wake up.
It was also rather funny how comfortable the bed was, and how he didn’t feel too motivated to get up and lock the door.
He wasn’t awake to think about how funny it was that someone would come in through the unlocked door: He didn’t even wake up when they pulled the two Exorcists out of bed, one under each arm as they simply melted away through the wall.
His legs were turning black…
Kanda didn’t know why it was so fixating; perhaps it was the drugs. He didn’t know, really, but that was that. He’d heal soon. Ravi was having trouble breathing- Apparently he was allergic to opiates, but that was the least of his worries. The future Bookman couldn’t heal like Yu. He probably wouldn’t be able to walk on his own ever again, if he lived once the Noah was finished with him.
It was amusing, really, to see the bloody mess that had once been the tendons and muscles in his legs lying on the floor beside him. It vaguely crossed Kanda’s mind that he was higher than a goddamned kite… And then his badly torn shirt was being slipped off, a rough mouth on his neck as the strong hands ran down his torso. There was something wrong, Kanda knew, but his body wouldn’t work when his mind told it to… The Exorcist let out a breathy sound, a mixture of anger and excitement in the tone. It was so damned confusing, and broken up- there was a spark in the corner of his vision, and the world fell into delusional lights.
Tiki Mick was laughing as the Exorcist went limp, letting him drop back with a low moan of drug-induced stupor. This was much more fun so far than he’d expected; He had quite a tolerance for opium, seeing how he’d been around the stuff so much, but apparently it didn’t help the boys that they’d been exposed to a sedative strong enough to take down a draft horse beforehand. Ravi was lucid enough to be aware of what was going on around him, eyes watching Tiki as he moved to crouch in front of the boy. “You’re looking rather ill, boy.” He made the remark as if he were commenting on the weather, smiling slightly even as he started to undress the Exorcist. Ravi growled in protest, meant to be words that only came out as a sort of garbled snarl in his swollen throat. Tiki smiled, reaching out to pat him on the head as if he were a dog. “Oh, don’t worry so much. You’re going to enjoy this part, I promise.”
Ravi believed him. Really, truly, from the depths of his soul. After all, any man who drugged and kidnapped you so he could get you naked was sure to be telling the truth. Of course, it didn’t really hit him exactly how bad it could be until he watched the Noah picking Yuu up by the hair, dragging him over and starting to position his head between Ravi’s legs.
He’d never imagined his first blowjob would be forced, and from a man- Or from Kanda, for that matter.
Coming back to the real world was a sharp experience- Kanda was being touched, fingers exploring his entrance with well-glossed care. Stretching, teasing places that- Hips rolled back into the sensation, or tried to, a sort of faltered shifting of weight being the result. Funny taste in his mouth, sore throat, but he didn’t pay much attention to that for the moment. The Noah- Tiki, he’d said his name was Tiki, sometime during the hallucinations- said something, a resistant whine of protest coming from between Kanda’s spread legs. He looked, a dulled shock running through his body as a dark hand grabbed Ravi by the hair and forced his mouth over Kanda’s stiffening length. What the hell- That sensible thought was destroyed as something larger and harder than fingers pressed inside, a cry of surprise escaping his throat. The unintelligible words came again, and Ravi’s hum of a protest against his flesh made Kanda’s hips buck forward with a gasp. There was that laugh behind him, movement sending a shudder up the base of his spine as the hard shaft began to slide further forward. The Noah was being painfully slow, hands running over the boy’s skin in almost every imaginable way, extracting whines and moans as he licked the opium-sweet sweat from his back and neck. Meanwhile, a second mouth was working Kanda’s skin, but this one was shaking and letting out sounds of pain that made the experience even more stimulating. It seemed Tiki had given Ravi a ‘lesson’ while Kanda was out, the words the Noah was saying sometimes clear as snapped instructions to the redhead. Kanda didn’t know the official terminology for whatever Ravi was doing with his throat and tongue, but his erection certainly didn’t mind the lack of information. Tiki was quickening his thrusts, each movement pushing Kanda toward Ravi’s waiting mouth, harsh, biting kisses drawing a trickle of heated blood from Kanda’s shoulder, but the Exorcist wasn’t paying attention to the pain. His body jerked in a startling sensation of pleasure and torturous climax. Whining and gasping, he arched back against Tiki’s chest, feeling the other man’s release- The chest rumbled in speech behind his slick, heaving back, words directed at Ravi but somehow compelling him to follow the instruction as well. ”Swallow.” Kanda’s throat and head and stomach ached as he went limp in Tiki’s arms, vision spinning in terrible vertigo as the low laugh purred over his shoulder. Ravi was gagging, breathing ragged as the dim light reflecting a trickle of blood and cum running from the corner of his mouth.
There was a strange wheeze, suddenly… Tiki just dropped Kanda, standing sharply and moving over to the redhead’s side. The Exorcist sort of shuddered- the sound he was making was horrible, audible even to Kanda’s ears, a gagging, gasping cry for help that seemed to last forever. The Noah was doing something to him, but Kanda couldn’t tell if that was why Ravi was making the noise. Tiki was cursing, but then there was silence, and fresh air.
People were talking, and Kanda could see kind of clearly- and Ravi was starting to breathe normally again. Kanda just waited. It seemed like days, shifting between darkness and light. He was sleeping, and then one day he woke up and moved his legs with an irritated sigh. That had been completely pointless. What had the damn Noah expected to gain from something like that? Kanda pushed himself up in bed, blinking against the white, white room of the medical wing of Headquarters. There was a patch of red in the bed next to him, hair on a pillow, and he glanced over to see Ravi. He was lying there, staring at the ceiling with an expression that confused Kanda. It was over, it had been sick, but they were back at the Order now. They could track the bastard down and kill him, as slowly as they wanted. Kanda opened his mouth to tell Ravi what an ass he was being, but then Rinali walked in, steps quiet as could be, a tray with bandages and some ointment on it, gleaming silver-clean in the light. He watched as she directed a small smile in his direction, setting the tray down on the end of Ravi’s bed with a softspoken greeting to the redhead. She pulled the sheets up carefully, revealing the end of the mattress and Ravi’s legs as she started unwrapping white cotton from around his ankles. Oh, that was all- Nothing to be depressed about, but then the bandages came off all the way. There weren’t any feet below those blood ankles- Just a visible bone where they’d been neatly sawed away, black and purple infection obvious at the edges of the cleancut skin. Kanda opened him mouth to say something, finding it perfectly dry as he tried to look to Ravi’s face again. The face wasn’t important right now, though. Not as important as the bloodied, pussy stumps that had once let him bounce around like a goddamned kangaroo and annoy the hell out of Kanda and everyone else in the world. Kanda looked at his own feet, flexing the perfectly healed toes and tucking them beneath the sheets again.
Even if Ravi had become completely useless, at least Yuu could take care of that bastard Tiki Mick.
