D.Gray-man - Tyki[Anon]Sheryl+Rhode - Angels
Title: Angels
Series: D.Gray-man
Pairing: Tyki x Poor Random Virgin + Sheryl + Rhode
Rating: R-18
Warnings: Noahs are Noahs. Also very vague implications of Sheryl/Tyki.
Finished: 3/13/09
A/N: To my boo, chibik, who inspired me to write this.
She was a pretty girl with blue eyes. They were a dark magnetic blue, drawing him in from a distance. It was easy to look into innocent eyes like that, eyes that would believe anything a handsome man said, as long as he said it with saccharine charm in the smoothest of voices. He had kissed her gloved hand, then boldly leaned close to whisper in her ear, stroking a blonde curl as he asked to be alone with her.
It was her first time, she said. That was okay, he would be gentle. She couldn't say no, no matter what her staunch upbringing was telling her, no matter how wrong or how terrible it would look in the future; she was hypnotized and the future only contained him. This moment would last forever, and even if it didn't he would still be there, caressing her with his voice and his eyes, murmuring words she didn't understand, but that she knew must be beautiful.
He took his time with undressing her, his fingers were so careful with every hook and lace and button, touching her skin only occasionally and sending wave after wave of tiny shivers through her body, for she'd never been touched anywhere beneath her clothing by a man before. And when it was done she was naked and exposed and cold, unable to look him in the eye, until he told her she was beautiful and kissed her breast bone, where her cameo pendent had rested before. It was chaste, but also thrilling, a man's lips in such a place. His lips were very warm, and when he met her eyes without taking his lips away from her skin, her face felt enflamed and she wanted to turn away, but she couldn't.
She was caught.
She was too nervous to do anything about his own clothes, she wasn't even sure how to undo them at all, but he assured her it was alright and he'd rather she not worry herself. It was her night. She should lie back and let him worship her. She blushed again, and watched mutely as he undressed. She had no idea what a naked man looked like in the flesh. It was a little frightening, until she took him in completely, and saw just how beautiful he was. He was slender and his shoulders were strong, and his black hair contrasted even more starkly against his white skin. His eyes, a glittering goldstone in the ballroom, were now black onyx in the lamplight, and for a moment she thought she saw something wrong in his eyes and his smile, something cold and out of place, but no... it was the same handsome smile, soft and charming, the kind of smile that made girls fall in love.
When he took her in his arms she was glad, relieved, eager to be close to him. He was so warm, smelled so fine and musky, mixed with the faint sweetness of tobacco. His tongue surprised her by tasting her throat, but then she melted into shivers again and arched her neck for more. She kept her legs closed and to the side, but after a while, when his mouth and tongue had descended down her chest and he was nuzzling so sweetly between her breasts, the urgethe temptationwas too great, so she spread them tentatively. He was giving her breasts little kisses, teasing, as he reached down to slip his hand between her thighs. She gasped from the surprise, even though he wasn't touching her there, even though his smooth palm was only against the skin of her thigh. She tried to steady her breath, then realized there was no way she could, he was overwhelming her, and once his lips wrapped around a nipple, hot tongue laving the flesh to make her swell and ache, his hand simultaneously slid further down until his fingers were touching a place she'd never dared touch. She surrendered completely. Her cry was tiny, but sharp and there, revealing everything more vividly than if she spread her legs and begged for it. Her chest was heaving suddenly as she panted deeply, tossing her head against the pillow as his fingers did things she'd never imagined, and made her feel things she didn't even know possible. It was culminating and growing, until it was agony and she felt she couldn't get enough, and without realizing her fingers were suddenly in his thick black hair, working it loose as she tightened her grip and cried out his name. He was at her throat again, whispering words that she wasn't sure were English or that other strange language, but that were lovely nonetheless, soothing. His fingers stopped moving and she remained at the frightening precipice of what she didn't know but wanted so badly. He pulled away and looked down at her, his face shadowed now by loose, dark curls, but she thought he looked even more handsome like that. Like an angel.
His hand with its damp fingers slid up her belly and across her hip, then up her thigh. "Trust me," he whispered, and she felt herself shudder with anticipation and the purely feminine emotion that was certain this would be the happiest night of her life.
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He was starting to lose himself to her. Intoxicated by the act, as always, by her pleasured cries and whimpersso similar to cries of pain. The smell of her was all around him, a sickly sweet perfume that grew heavier with her sweat, that he could taste on her skin when he kissed a perfect white shoulder and licked her swan-like throat. Her thighs were soft against him, her legs wrapped around him by now, her body needy for release. But he held her there, on the edge; her pleasure would be his pleasure. There would be pleasure in the little death, if he could have no other.
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Sheryl stood just outside the door, eyes narrow and cat-like as he watched his little brother bedding another poor, unsuspecting innocent virgin. Those were the best, outside of the thrill of catching a boy; their reactions were always the most amusing, and he knew for Tyki, the most arousing.
His sights were not on said young virgin, however; he watched his brother, as he always did, and admired his beauty from afar in the light of soft lamps and a glowing girl who clung to him as if for dear life. It was the perfect light and angle to see his brother's body glorifiedjust bright enough that he could see the thin sweat on Tyki's skin, and the shadows played across his body in such a way as to make him look slightly more muscular than he appeared to the eye. And those muscles were flexing with exertion as he neared climax, especially along his backside and thighs. Sheryl was glad the girl was so clingy; she didn't obstruct his view.
The girl was making all sorts of noise, mostly pitiful high-pitched whimpers that occasionally rose into little unhinged cries of pleasure, cries she had been self-consciously trying to keep in until now. But as Tyki's movements increased in speed and power, it was useless to try being the perfect, demure little lady. She was already being ruined far greater than she would ever realize. Unless they killed her for the fun of it, but they were forbidden, and Sheryl wasn't fond of death under his roof anyway.
Tyki, if he were making any noise at all, was drowned out by the girl. But Sheryl knew from experience that his little brother was generally quiet during the act, so focused on the pleasure that he didn't lose a drop of it through distracting moans or useless words gasped in passion. It was focused like the sun through a magnifying glasshis body the glass, the pleasure the sun, the girl the squirming ant caught in the flame. She was losing herself more and more, one porcelain white hand gripping Tyki's hair tight at the back of his neck, and Sheryl could see that she was arching up against him to meet his thrusts, to rub her damp body against his. She cried out his name suddenly, said something to the effect of dying, and Sheryl smirked, just as she came and was reduced to a trembling mess. He listened closely for any sound from Tyki, hoping for a rare groan or even the tiniest grunt, but there was nothing. His brother slowed, so gentlemanly, to let her ride out her orgasm, then resumed his movements. He murmured something to her in his deep, honeyed voice, something about holding on a little longer, until he could find his peak. She responded in the tiniest, girlish voice that whatever he needed, whatever he wanted, was his.
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She could scarce get her head about her as her lover resumed his movements, buried what felt so impossibly deep inside her and inciting the most primal sensation any person could ever experience. His bodyoutside with his hot slick skin and thick masculine aroma she had never noticed above the scent of fine cologneand inside where he was buried so very deep and hard, her own body still throbbing around him with tiny spasms of pleasure. Every other rock of his hips brought forth another squeak of helpless pleasure, and there were tears in her eyes, tears from having looked into his eyes just once when it had happened. His beauty had overwhelmed her in the moment, and she was certain she was with no man. There was no way laying with a man could be this wonderful, this moving. Her heart ached as she realized with absolute certainty that this was an angel in her arms, that it was angel hair in her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers and panted against her lips, an angel sharing a little piece of heaven with her as he rocked his body into hers so deeply she found herself crying out loudly once more, before she knew what was happening, and another tiny explosion burst inside her. In the midst of this she realized he was experiencing his own final ecstasy, at last, his beautiful face marred only slightly by the sensations overwhelming his body. She could feel, very faintly, his muscles trembling, and his breath was suddenly stuttered, as if he were unable to quite catch it. He shuddered silently, and she could taste his breath on her tongue, unable to keep herself from grasping at his trembling lips with her own, desperate to taste him, to breathe him in completely and share the moment in its every detail.
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Sheryl watched Tyki come with an expression of satisfaction and awe, almost as satisfied as if he had climaxed himself. He sighed happily as his brother's shudders began to subside and his beautiful body settled into faint stillness, then smirked as Tyki kissed the poor unwitting girl a few times on the mouth, no doubt taking his leave of her, a way to thank her for showing him a good time.
"Time for my entrance?" a small, too-cute-for-words voice suddenly said, Rhode standing beside him with a rather large lollipop, a cute garland of deep purple roses in her neatly combed hair. Her large violet eyes were staring through the cracked door, admiring the scene as well, only not in the same manner as her father. Rhode didn't derive pleasure from watching, she derived pleasure from the aftermath, from the reveal. That Lord Mikk was no angel at all.
"As you wish, my dear," Sheryl told her affectionately, adjusting a rose with a fond smile before standing aside a little, letting Rhode in ahead of him.
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Tyki was still high on orgasm by the time they showed up, kissing the girl deeply (the girl whose name he had already forgotten), much more passionately than before, with little tenderness. Given just enough time he could do it again, could play with her all night, could make her cry and beg and call his name until morning, until it would be impossible for her to talk her way out of being a harlot, until she would be absolutely convinced she was in love with him. But by that time it would just be exhausting, and not worth it in the end. Indulging in carnal pleasure such as this pleased both Tyki Mikk the man and Tyki Mikk the Noah of Pleasure, but nothing would ever satisfy as much as killing.
Tyki sensed Rhode's entrance as soon as her foot stepped past the threshold, pushing the door all the way open as she jumped with exaggerated glee onto the bed. "Ty~ki~!" She threw her arms around his sweaty neck and gave him an uncharacteristic hug, cheek pressed to his. She wrinkled her nose as she pulled away, giving him a sour little face.
"Tyki, you reek."
He sighed, exhaustion taking over any lingering desire he'd had to continue, and rolled away from the girl and from Rhode's sticky embrace, flumping back against the pillows. "D'ya think I sweat pollen? What do you expect?"
The girl, once free of Tyki's weight, scrambled upright, yanking the fine sheets and coverlets over her chest and staring at Rhode as if she were a demon ascended into their heavenly little cloud. "Wh-who are--?"
Rhode leaned on her elbows against the edge of the bed, peering up into the girl's pretty doll-like face with her half-lidded eyes, obviously unimpressed. "This is her, huh? She's not very special, Tyki."
Tyki fumbled for his cigarettes and matches, sprawling once he'd found them, but even that was unintentionally graceful. "Better dan duh rest o' 'em down dere."
"Don't talk with your mouth full, little brother, it's rude." Sheryl leaned in the open doorway, hands in his trouser pockets, looking like such the perfect gentleman. Tyki merely exhaled and smirked before his expression went back to one of exhaustion.
"What's going on?" The girl's voice was starting to rise with panic, clutching the covers to her neck now and balling up against the ornate headboard, looking from Rhode to Sheryl with panic.
"You don't know? That's also quite rude of you, my dear." He took a few steps inside, slow and calm, but there was an obvious danger to it, the walk of madman prepared to strike. "I'm Sheryl Kamelot, the host of the party? And you just so happened to defile my marital bed with my degenerate younger brother."
The girl's eyesthose deep, magnetic eyesgrew impossibly wide, turned to look at Tyki in disbelief, with the hope that this man was lying and Tyki would become the hero, force him out with outrage burning in his black eyes. It was as though Rhode's entrance and Tyki's casual, uncaring, slurred words, had never happened, had never been spoken.
Tyki didn't meet her eyes, not from shame, but because he simply did not care. He'd had his fun with her, had satisfied his urges, and the sick urges of his brother who so loved to watch him with other people. The fact Tyki also enjoyed it was something he kept to himself and vehemently denied. Now he simply enjoyed his cigarette, staring glassily across the room as he tried to keep himself conscious enough not to nod off and burn himself. Sex was so tiring.
Rhode leaned up into the girl's face again, even closer, eyes narrowed as she scrutinized her. "I guess she is kind of pretty in a sickly way. What do you think, Father? Is the prettier than me?"
"Of course not!" Sheryl brushed Rhode's short bangs to one side and smiled fondly at her, and it was easy to see his expression was more than just simple fatherly affection. "No one is as adorable as my precious Rhode. Tyki just has poor taste in women, that's all."
Tyki sighed loudly, irritably, from the other side of the bed. "Yeah, I prefer women with breasts, for one thing."
"Thi..." She'd been silent so long, he'd forgotten the girl's presence in the room, right beside him. He could still smell her perfume, could still smell her sex. "This was all..."
"A ruse?" Sheryl finished for her, smiling kindly. He touched her blushing cheek, then brushed a loose blonde curl behind her ear. "I'm afraid so. But if you enjoyed yourself, my dear, you are always welcome to come back."
It was with that that those blue eyes suddenly brimmed with tears, pouty pink lips quivering. Sheryl frowned with concern and leaned over, caressing a lovely high cheekbone with his thumb. "Now, now, no need to cry. You enjoyed yourself, didn't you? He was wonderful, wasn't he?" And he gave Tyki the most adoring look, Tyki meeting it with his eyes, his own expression reflecting little else but tiredness and perhaps mild irritation. Sheryl turned his gaze back to the crying girl. "If you like, we could all have a little fun togeth--"
The girl smacked him hard across the face before he could finish the sentence, taking him completely by surprise. Tyki and Rhode were also blind-sided by her sudden outburst, and by the fierce expression in her eyes, even as enormous tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.
"You monster!" she cried, voice strong despite its trembling. "You absolute monster! All of you!!" She looked at Tyki, and her eyes told him something different, she wasn't angry, she was hurt, crushed, heartbroken; and though he was surprised, he felt not a single ounce of regret for what he had done to her. No regret at all.
Shoving past Rhode and Sheryl, she grabbed her things in a blind haste, managing only to half cover herself before she made it to the open door, her hair a tangled mess of curls and her taffeta gown bunched in her arms.
"I'll help~!" Rhode chirped as she bounced after her, ribbons and lace and purple roses, as innocent as a three-year-old.
"Rhode." Sheryl's voice was dark, a tone Tyki never liked to hear. He had known his brother all his life, and the older they had gotten the darker Sheryl had become, and now they were Noah, the brother he'd known all his life had a darker side like Tyki's own, and it wasn't something Tyki liked. His idiot, perverted, doting, manipulative brother... he didn't like seeing him disappear.
Rhode stopped, tiny hand on the door fasten as she looked back, only seeing the back of Sheryl's head. His words were cold and hard and final. "Destroy her."
The smile on Rhode's face was the exact opposite of those wordsglowing and malicious and full of terrible promise. "Yes, Father." She closed the door behind her, calling after the scandalized young girl as she skipped down the hall after her.
Tyki sighed and reached for the crystal ashtray by his side, grinding out his cigarette and immediately lighting another. "Was that really necessary?"
Sheryl slid into bed next to him and gathered his brother's head in his lap, combing his fingers through his damp curls, pushing aside the black tendrils that clung to forehead and cheeks. "She would ruin our good name and we can't have that now, can we? Duke Millennium would be most displeased."
Tyki closed his eyes despite himself, managing to hold the cigarette up out of habit, though an ash did flutter onto the sheets. Sheryl merely tutted and brushed it way, then took the cigarette and put it out, setting the ashtray aside again.
"You've made yourself quite dirty, overexerting yourself with that little tramp--"
"She was a virgin," Tyki pointed out, though he knew very well Sheryl knew that. Sheryl had been the first to notice her in the crowd, and the one who had known her name, her family, her entire background.
"Only a tramp would be so bold as to sleep with a man she's only just met." He smirked. "But aren't you blessed, Tyki... you can have whomever you want, whenever you want..." He combed Tyki's hair with the utmost affection, and when Tyki dared open his eyes enough to see Sheryl smiling at him, he couldn't stop the unsettling surge of happiness that swelled up in his chest at the expression of adoration on his brother's face. He looked away quickly, trying to concentrate on the ugly wallpaper in order to make the look go away from his head, but he was unable to hold his eyes open, what with the way Sheryl's fingertips were making his scalp tingle and skin chill.
"Whatever," he finally murmured after a moment of silence, relaxing at last in Sheryl's arms. "I don't know why I do these things for you and your messed up fetishes."
"I can think of much worse," Sheryl murmured back, and his hands were stroking Tyki's shoulders now, the sweat dry, but his skin quite chilled as a result. "But you wouldn't look nearly as beautiful, little brother."
Tyki managed a sardonic noise of only half-amusement, but he was falling under Sheryl's spell, as always. Sated, comforted, in a familiar place... this was a place he'd lived in since he had been born. His brother's arms, in some form or another, taking care of him until he was big enough to take care of himself. It had always been like this, his fascination, his love. It was no more disturbing than tearing out the beating heart of another human being, it was second nature, it was part of who he was. He would argue, he would complain, but in the end, as it had always been, he would give in to Sheryl, to his brother, to the only person who knew him, the person whoin some waysknew him better than himself.
"You should clean up, you know," Sheryl said after a short moment of peaceful silence, stroking Tyki's hair back from his forehead again, but Tyki hadn't the energy to respond, vocal chords paralyzed by exhaustion. After a moment he attempted to speak, but only muffled noise came out, and he decided it wasn't worth the effort. Sheryl chuckled softly and said no more, instead tugging the covers over his brother's beautiful naked body, and he continued to sit there cradling him gently, petting and caressing him until Rhode returned.
Series: D.Gray-man
Pairing: Tyki x Poor Random Virgin + Sheryl + Rhode
Rating: R-18
Warnings: Noahs are Noahs. Also very vague implications of Sheryl/Tyki.
Finished: 3/13/09
A/N: To my boo, chibik, who inspired me to write this.
She was a pretty girl with blue eyes. They were a dark magnetic blue, drawing him in from a distance. It was easy to look into innocent eyes like that, eyes that would believe anything a handsome man said, as long as he said it with saccharine charm in the smoothest of voices. He had kissed her gloved hand, then boldly leaned close to whisper in her ear, stroking a blonde curl as he asked to be alone with her.
It was her first time, she said. That was okay, he would be gentle. She couldn't say no, no matter what her staunch upbringing was telling her, no matter how wrong or how terrible it would look in the future; she was hypnotized and the future only contained him. This moment would last forever, and even if it didn't he would still be there, caressing her with his voice and his eyes, murmuring words she didn't understand, but that she knew must be beautiful.
He took his time with undressing her, his fingers were so careful with every hook and lace and button, touching her skin only occasionally and sending wave after wave of tiny shivers through her body, for she'd never been touched anywhere beneath her clothing by a man before. And when it was done she was naked and exposed and cold, unable to look him in the eye, until he told her she was beautiful and kissed her breast bone, where her cameo pendent had rested before. It was chaste, but also thrilling, a man's lips in such a place. His lips were very warm, and when he met her eyes without taking his lips away from her skin, her face felt enflamed and she wanted to turn away, but she couldn't.
She was caught.
She was too nervous to do anything about his own clothes, she wasn't even sure how to undo them at all, but he assured her it was alright and he'd rather she not worry herself. It was her night. She should lie back and let him worship her. She blushed again, and watched mutely as he undressed. She had no idea what a naked man looked like in the flesh. It was a little frightening, until she took him in completely, and saw just how beautiful he was. He was slender and his shoulders were strong, and his black hair contrasted even more starkly against his white skin. His eyes, a glittering goldstone in the ballroom, were now black onyx in the lamplight, and for a moment she thought she saw something wrong in his eyes and his smile, something cold and out of place, but no... it was the same handsome smile, soft and charming, the kind of smile that made girls fall in love.
When he took her in his arms she was glad, relieved, eager to be close to him. He was so warm, smelled so fine and musky, mixed with the faint sweetness of tobacco. His tongue surprised her by tasting her throat, but then she melted into shivers again and arched her neck for more. She kept her legs closed and to the side, but after a while, when his mouth and tongue had descended down her chest and he was nuzzling so sweetly between her breasts, the urgethe temptationwas too great, so she spread them tentatively. He was giving her breasts little kisses, teasing, as he reached down to slip his hand between her thighs. She gasped from the surprise, even though he wasn't touching her there, even though his smooth palm was only against the skin of her thigh. She tried to steady her breath, then realized there was no way she could, he was overwhelming her, and once his lips wrapped around a nipple, hot tongue laving the flesh to make her swell and ache, his hand simultaneously slid further down until his fingers were touching a place she'd never dared touch. She surrendered completely. Her cry was tiny, but sharp and there, revealing everything more vividly than if she spread her legs and begged for it. Her chest was heaving suddenly as she panted deeply, tossing her head against the pillow as his fingers did things she'd never imagined, and made her feel things she didn't even know possible. It was culminating and growing, until it was agony and she felt she couldn't get enough, and without realizing her fingers were suddenly in his thick black hair, working it loose as she tightened her grip and cried out his name. He was at her throat again, whispering words that she wasn't sure were English or that other strange language, but that were lovely nonetheless, soothing. His fingers stopped moving and she remained at the frightening precipice of what she didn't know but wanted so badly. He pulled away and looked down at her, his face shadowed now by loose, dark curls, but she thought he looked even more handsome like that. Like an angel.
His hand with its damp fingers slid up her belly and across her hip, then up her thigh. "Trust me," he whispered, and she felt herself shudder with anticipation and the purely feminine emotion that was certain this would be the happiest night of her life.
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He was starting to lose himself to her. Intoxicated by the act, as always, by her pleasured cries and whimpersso similar to cries of pain. The smell of her was all around him, a sickly sweet perfume that grew heavier with her sweat, that he could taste on her skin when he kissed a perfect white shoulder and licked her swan-like throat. Her thighs were soft against him, her legs wrapped around him by now, her body needy for release. But he held her there, on the edge; her pleasure would be his pleasure. There would be pleasure in the little death, if he could have no other.
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Sheryl stood just outside the door, eyes narrow and cat-like as he watched his little brother bedding another poor, unsuspecting innocent virgin. Those were the best, outside of the thrill of catching a boy; their reactions were always the most amusing, and he knew for Tyki, the most arousing.
His sights were not on said young virgin, however; he watched his brother, as he always did, and admired his beauty from afar in the light of soft lamps and a glowing girl who clung to him as if for dear life. It was the perfect light and angle to see his brother's body glorifiedjust bright enough that he could see the thin sweat on Tyki's skin, and the shadows played across his body in such a way as to make him look slightly more muscular than he appeared to the eye. And those muscles were flexing with exertion as he neared climax, especially along his backside and thighs. Sheryl was glad the girl was so clingy; she didn't obstruct his view.
The girl was making all sorts of noise, mostly pitiful high-pitched whimpers that occasionally rose into little unhinged cries of pleasure, cries she had been self-consciously trying to keep in until now. But as Tyki's movements increased in speed and power, it was useless to try being the perfect, demure little lady. She was already being ruined far greater than she would ever realize. Unless they killed her for the fun of it, but they were forbidden, and Sheryl wasn't fond of death under his roof anyway.
Tyki, if he were making any noise at all, was drowned out by the girl. But Sheryl knew from experience that his little brother was generally quiet during the act, so focused on the pleasure that he didn't lose a drop of it through distracting moans or useless words gasped in passion. It was focused like the sun through a magnifying glasshis body the glass, the pleasure the sun, the girl the squirming ant caught in the flame. She was losing herself more and more, one porcelain white hand gripping Tyki's hair tight at the back of his neck, and Sheryl could see that she was arching up against him to meet his thrusts, to rub her damp body against his. She cried out his name suddenly, said something to the effect of dying, and Sheryl smirked, just as she came and was reduced to a trembling mess. He listened closely for any sound from Tyki, hoping for a rare groan or even the tiniest grunt, but there was nothing. His brother slowed, so gentlemanly, to let her ride out her orgasm, then resumed his movements. He murmured something to her in his deep, honeyed voice, something about holding on a little longer, until he could find his peak. She responded in the tiniest, girlish voice that whatever he needed, whatever he wanted, was his.
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She could scarce get her head about her as her lover resumed his movements, buried what felt so impossibly deep inside her and inciting the most primal sensation any person could ever experience. His bodyoutside with his hot slick skin and thick masculine aroma she had never noticed above the scent of fine cologneand inside where he was buried so very deep and hard, her own body still throbbing around him with tiny spasms of pleasure. Every other rock of his hips brought forth another squeak of helpless pleasure, and there were tears in her eyes, tears from having looked into his eyes just once when it had happened. His beauty had overwhelmed her in the moment, and she was certain she was with no man. There was no way laying with a man could be this wonderful, this moving. Her heart ached as she realized with absolute certainty that this was an angel in her arms, that it was angel hair in her eyes as he pressed his forehead to hers and panted against her lips, an angel sharing a little piece of heaven with her as he rocked his body into hers so deeply she found herself crying out loudly once more, before she knew what was happening, and another tiny explosion burst inside her. In the midst of this she realized he was experiencing his own final ecstasy, at last, his beautiful face marred only slightly by the sensations overwhelming his body. She could feel, very faintly, his muscles trembling, and his breath was suddenly stuttered, as if he were unable to quite catch it. He shuddered silently, and she could taste his breath on her tongue, unable to keep herself from grasping at his trembling lips with her own, desperate to taste him, to breathe him in completely and share the moment in its every detail.
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Sheryl watched Tyki come with an expression of satisfaction and awe, almost as satisfied as if he had climaxed himself. He sighed happily as his brother's shudders began to subside and his beautiful body settled into faint stillness, then smirked as Tyki kissed the poor unwitting girl a few times on the mouth, no doubt taking his leave of her, a way to thank her for showing him a good time.
"Time for my entrance?" a small, too-cute-for-words voice suddenly said, Rhode standing beside him with a rather large lollipop, a cute garland of deep purple roses in her neatly combed hair. Her large violet eyes were staring through the cracked door, admiring the scene as well, only not in the same manner as her father. Rhode didn't derive pleasure from watching, she derived pleasure from the aftermath, from the reveal. That Lord Mikk was no angel at all.
"As you wish, my dear," Sheryl told her affectionately, adjusting a rose with a fond smile before standing aside a little, letting Rhode in ahead of him.
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Tyki was still high on orgasm by the time they showed up, kissing the girl deeply (the girl whose name he had already forgotten), much more passionately than before, with little tenderness. Given just enough time he could do it again, could play with her all night, could make her cry and beg and call his name until morning, until it would be impossible for her to talk her way out of being a harlot, until she would be absolutely convinced she was in love with him. But by that time it would just be exhausting, and not worth it in the end. Indulging in carnal pleasure such as this pleased both Tyki Mikk the man and Tyki Mikk the Noah of Pleasure, but nothing would ever satisfy as much as killing.
Tyki sensed Rhode's entrance as soon as her foot stepped past the threshold, pushing the door all the way open as she jumped with exaggerated glee onto the bed. "Ty~ki~!" She threw her arms around his sweaty neck and gave him an uncharacteristic hug, cheek pressed to his. She wrinkled her nose as she pulled away, giving him a sour little face.
"Tyki, you reek."
He sighed, exhaustion taking over any lingering desire he'd had to continue, and rolled away from the girl and from Rhode's sticky embrace, flumping back against the pillows. "D'ya think I sweat pollen? What do you expect?"
The girl, once free of Tyki's weight, scrambled upright, yanking the fine sheets and coverlets over her chest and staring at Rhode as if she were a demon ascended into their heavenly little cloud. "Wh-who are--?"
Rhode leaned on her elbows against the edge of the bed, peering up into the girl's pretty doll-like face with her half-lidded eyes, obviously unimpressed. "This is her, huh? She's not very special, Tyki."
Tyki fumbled for his cigarettes and matches, sprawling once he'd found them, but even that was unintentionally graceful. "Better dan duh rest o' 'em down dere."
"Don't talk with your mouth full, little brother, it's rude." Sheryl leaned in the open doorway, hands in his trouser pockets, looking like such the perfect gentleman. Tyki merely exhaled and smirked before his expression went back to one of exhaustion.
"What's going on?" The girl's voice was starting to rise with panic, clutching the covers to her neck now and balling up against the ornate headboard, looking from Rhode to Sheryl with panic.
"You don't know? That's also quite rude of you, my dear." He took a few steps inside, slow and calm, but there was an obvious danger to it, the walk of madman prepared to strike. "I'm Sheryl Kamelot, the host of the party? And you just so happened to defile my marital bed with my degenerate younger brother."
The girl's eyesthose deep, magnetic eyesgrew impossibly wide, turned to look at Tyki in disbelief, with the hope that this man was lying and Tyki would become the hero, force him out with outrage burning in his black eyes. It was as though Rhode's entrance and Tyki's casual, uncaring, slurred words, had never happened, had never been spoken.
Tyki didn't meet her eyes, not from shame, but because he simply did not care. He'd had his fun with her, had satisfied his urges, and the sick urges of his brother who so loved to watch him with other people. The fact Tyki also enjoyed it was something he kept to himself and vehemently denied. Now he simply enjoyed his cigarette, staring glassily across the room as he tried to keep himself conscious enough not to nod off and burn himself. Sex was so tiring.
Rhode leaned up into the girl's face again, even closer, eyes narrowed as she scrutinized her. "I guess she is kind of pretty in a sickly way. What do you think, Father? Is the prettier than me?"
"Of course not!" Sheryl brushed Rhode's short bangs to one side and smiled fondly at her, and it was easy to see his expression was more than just simple fatherly affection. "No one is as adorable as my precious Rhode. Tyki just has poor taste in women, that's all."
Tyki sighed loudly, irritably, from the other side of the bed. "Yeah, I prefer women with breasts, for one thing."
"Thi..." She'd been silent so long, he'd forgotten the girl's presence in the room, right beside him. He could still smell her perfume, could still smell her sex. "This was all..."
"A ruse?" Sheryl finished for her, smiling kindly. He touched her blushing cheek, then brushed a loose blonde curl behind her ear. "I'm afraid so. But if you enjoyed yourself, my dear, you are always welcome to come back."
It was with that that those blue eyes suddenly brimmed with tears, pouty pink lips quivering. Sheryl frowned with concern and leaned over, caressing a lovely high cheekbone with his thumb. "Now, now, no need to cry. You enjoyed yourself, didn't you? He was wonderful, wasn't he?" And he gave Tyki the most adoring look, Tyki meeting it with his eyes, his own expression reflecting little else but tiredness and perhaps mild irritation. Sheryl turned his gaze back to the crying girl. "If you like, we could all have a little fun togeth--"
The girl smacked him hard across the face before he could finish the sentence, taking him completely by surprise. Tyki and Rhode were also blind-sided by her sudden outburst, and by the fierce expression in her eyes, even as enormous tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.
"You monster!" she cried, voice strong despite its trembling. "You absolute monster! All of you!!" She looked at Tyki, and her eyes told him something different, she wasn't angry, she was hurt, crushed, heartbroken; and though he was surprised, he felt not a single ounce of regret for what he had done to her. No regret at all.
Shoving past Rhode and Sheryl, she grabbed her things in a blind haste, managing only to half cover herself before she made it to the open door, her hair a tangled mess of curls and her taffeta gown bunched in her arms.
"I'll help~!" Rhode chirped as she bounced after her, ribbons and lace and purple roses, as innocent as a three-year-old.
"Rhode." Sheryl's voice was dark, a tone Tyki never liked to hear. He had known his brother all his life, and the older they had gotten the darker Sheryl had become, and now they were Noah, the brother he'd known all his life had a darker side like Tyki's own, and it wasn't something Tyki liked. His idiot, perverted, doting, manipulative brother... he didn't like seeing him disappear.
Rhode stopped, tiny hand on the door fasten as she looked back, only seeing the back of Sheryl's head. His words were cold and hard and final. "Destroy her."
The smile on Rhode's face was the exact opposite of those wordsglowing and malicious and full of terrible promise. "Yes, Father." She closed the door behind her, calling after the scandalized young girl as she skipped down the hall after her.
Tyki sighed and reached for the crystal ashtray by his side, grinding out his cigarette and immediately lighting another. "Was that really necessary?"
Sheryl slid into bed next to him and gathered his brother's head in his lap, combing his fingers through his damp curls, pushing aside the black tendrils that clung to forehead and cheeks. "She would ruin our good name and we can't have that now, can we? Duke Millennium would be most displeased."
Tyki closed his eyes despite himself, managing to hold the cigarette up out of habit, though an ash did flutter onto the sheets. Sheryl merely tutted and brushed it way, then took the cigarette and put it out, setting the ashtray aside again.
"You've made yourself quite dirty, overexerting yourself with that little tramp--"
"She was a virgin," Tyki pointed out, though he knew very well Sheryl knew that. Sheryl had been the first to notice her in the crowd, and the one who had known her name, her family, her entire background.
"Only a tramp would be so bold as to sleep with a man she's only just met." He smirked. "But aren't you blessed, Tyki... you can have whomever you want, whenever you want..." He combed Tyki's hair with the utmost affection, and when Tyki dared open his eyes enough to see Sheryl smiling at him, he couldn't stop the unsettling surge of happiness that swelled up in his chest at the expression of adoration on his brother's face. He looked away quickly, trying to concentrate on the ugly wallpaper in order to make the look go away from his head, but he was unable to hold his eyes open, what with the way Sheryl's fingertips were making his scalp tingle and skin chill.
"Whatever," he finally murmured after a moment of silence, relaxing at last in Sheryl's arms. "I don't know why I do these things for you and your messed up fetishes."
"I can think of much worse," Sheryl murmured back, and his hands were stroking Tyki's shoulders now, the sweat dry, but his skin quite chilled as a result. "But you wouldn't look nearly as beautiful, little brother."
Tyki managed a sardonic noise of only half-amusement, but he was falling under Sheryl's spell, as always. Sated, comforted, in a familiar place... this was a place he'd lived in since he had been born. His brother's arms, in some form or another, taking care of him until he was big enough to take care of himself. It had always been like this, his fascination, his love. It was no more disturbing than tearing out the beating heart of another human being, it was second nature, it was part of who he was. He would argue, he would complain, but in the end, as it had always been, he would give in to Sheryl, to his brother, to the only person who knew him, the person whoin some waysknew him better than himself.
"You should clean up, you know," Sheryl said after a short moment of peaceful silence, stroking Tyki's hair back from his forehead again, but Tyki hadn't the energy to respond, vocal chords paralyzed by exhaustion. After a moment he attempted to speak, but only muffled noise came out, and he decided it wasn't worth the effort. Sheryl chuckled softly and said no more, instead tugging the covers over his brother's beautiful naked body, and he continued to sit there cradling him gently, petting and caressing him until Rhode returned.