Disclaimer: D. Gray -Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura and Breathe belongs to Faith Hill and its respective producers.

All We Need is Just to Be

He was never an early riser. He slept more than most, especially after finishing a mission satisfyingly. Then he could sleep in comfort. Even though nowadays, his sleep is plagued with worry and unease. As an Exorcist, he was to fight the Akuma down to his bitter end. As a Bookman, he had to step aside and watch without interfering. There was no peace for this young man, even in the realm of dreams. Demons of his very own design chase him relentlessly. He had lost his only escape.

I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way
I watch the sunlight dance across your face and I've
Never been this swept away

Lavi gently and slowly stirred from his first peaceful sleep in many nights. The memories of the previous day had been fuzzy, and the sunlight seeping into the room was too dazzling for him to stoke his recollection. He glanced at the window, open slightly enough to let a gentle breeze brush into the small room, the curtains parted by a crack dancing in the caress of the wind as they let free light inside. Lavi's sight followed the ray of light down until it lit a dark, smooth path. Then he smiled.

All my thoughts just seem to settle on the breeze
When I'm lying wrapped up in your arms
The whole world just fades away
The only thing I hear
Is the beating of your heart

His right arm, which was free to move, came up to wrap around a firm waist. The other man made no signs of waking up. Lavi's eyes wandered generously over the expanse of skin revealed to him, a privilege only he was allowed to have. He thought he had lost his way to peace, but it unexpectedly found him again. A pleasant surprise, Lavi must admit. Especially after the disaster which struck the Black Order, losing many able people to the attack of the new Akuma and he himself, barely able to do a thing without his Innocence.

But he was the heir of Bookman; he need not risk his life to fight for them. Yet, he wanted to do so. He had found a heart among those he now called friends, a term the previous versions of him would never be familiar with. Lavi nestled closer to the warm body, such a contrast to the now icy personality he owned. His eyes closed in contentment as the world melted around him; and in darkness this man's heartbeat was the only element of the outside he could perceive.

'Cause I can feel you breathe
It's washing over me
Suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe

"You were awake?"

His balmy breath tickled Lavi's ear. Lavi made a strange purring sound and snuggled closer into the loose embrace. "I was, but I thought of sleeping more. You are quite the comfort in bed." Tyki Mikk smirked down at the mop of flame coloured hair cuddled up to his chest.

"So says the bunny who warms my bed. Have you been so lonely?"

The Bookman heir nodded, not bothering to look up. "You tease; you know that bunnies die when they get too lonely. Don't you dare let me die just because you kicked the bucket yourself," Lavi complained, tightening his arm around Tyki's waist.

"Alright, alright. I apologize for giving you a scare, sweetheart," Tyki chuckled and pressed a soft kiss onto his forehead. "You better be sorry…How in the world did this miracle happen, I do not know and I honestly can't give a damn. Just give me a kiss, bastard," Lavi whined, grumbling like a spoilt child.

"Your wish is my command," Tyki answered in a suave manner. The lips, soft and mellow in its beginning, turned more demanding and selfish, delving greedily into the soft moist flesh which tasted much like cinnamon and star anis. Exotic.

"Do you even understand how much you tempt me so, Lavi?" Tyki murmured seductively against the cusp of Lavi's ear, the hot air making the latter tremble in anticipation. "I don't…How about you show me?" Lavi baited, knowing fully that Tyki had a vague idea about Lavi's flirtatious ways with his lover.

"Thought so."

The Noah accepted the challenge. He pulled Lavi snug against his chest, pressing small slow chaste kisses along his collar bone, hands already whisking light paths down his hips. The redhead shivered in delight, letting out soft moans of approval, leaning down occasionally to kiss Tyki.

In a way I know my heart is waking up
As all the walls come tumbling down
Closer than I've ever felt before
And I know
And you know
There's no need for words right now

It was a fortunate affair that both were left naked as the day they were born; it saves them the time taken to undress each other. The Bookman heir was alive, more alive than he had ever been when he was in his previous forty-eight incarnations. 'Lavi' was awakened by the unlikeliest ever, a man of the opposite side. That man was Tyki. And Tyki, the man who drowned in Pleasure, was settled by the appearance of an enigmatic creature. The Bookman apprentice. Both were beings with two sides, and yet both could only truly be one self when met with the other. Tyki was the black who had a white heart for Lavi, but with the release of the 'Original Sin' into his body which had been impaled by Allen's Exorcism, it was only black within black filled by black.

Lavi understood somehow without having to ask, the white of the black inside the dual personas was not going to return. There would be no more innocence and no more gentleness. Despite how Tyki behaved right now, it was not his true 'Tyki'. Lavi's Tyki was lost somewhere inside, drowning within Pleasure once more. If time called, this Tyki could become heartless. When he was needed, this Tyki would crush Lavi's throat like any other Exorcist he has met with. If push came to shove, this Tyki would bathe Bookman's heir in his own blood. Because the 'Evil Intent' had hatched within this Tyki. The moment the monster overtook him, Lavi knew there was no going back.

Still this Tyki had embraced Lavi. And Lavi accepted his touches. This Tyki was Tyki. Regardless of which persona, Lavi loved Tyki. If nothing else, he preferred to die by Tyki's hands should that be his end. He'd rather perish in the name of misguided love and fade away within the arms of his loved one than die for the Church's cause. Even as the Noah are hailed as the villain in this log, Lavi as Bookman heir knew there was no true 'good and bad' nor 'justice and evil' within war, only the stronger survives. The most basic rule of life applied even in the most complex of circumstances. And the more he stayed, the more his eyes witnessed truth. The Church is even more dark-hearted compared to the Noah. Really, with the blatant disregard of the lives lost in the name of religion and heartless sacrifices made to protect such cause, the Church out to protect its own self interest was truly, no better than how it used to be in the Dark Ages.

In the truest sense of self-abandonment, Lavi wants only Tyki. Nothing else. Whatever there is to lose or gain in the battle ahead between them, it was disregarded. Tyki may serve a greater purpose within the Noah clan, but Lavi, he dictated his own fate. Albeit limited freedom, he was free enough to choose how he would very much like to die. For instance, to pass away in this bed with his lover's hand plunged into his chest, crushing his heart, was a very welcome idea. It was quite the macabre and morbidly romantic notion in the most literal heartbroken sense.

"Now, it wouldn't do to have your attention drifting away while I'm trying to seduce you," Tyki made a disapproving sound and expertly ran a cool finger down Lavi's spine. Lavi trembled and nearly sighed with desire. "I wasn't drifting away, how rude of you to assume so," the bunny retorted childishly whilst rewarding Tyki with the lightest and most unsatisfactory of kisses. As he anticipated, Tyki reared his head, trying to capture Lavi's lips even more intensely.

"Lavi…You are the best tease I've ever come across…Taunting me to take action so quickly," the Noah nipped lightly at his earlobe and licked his ear where it was attached to the metal loop around the soft flesh. "Tyki…" Lavi suddenly felt the fear of reality, that this was nothing more than a dream. He was not supposed to be here enjoying this tryst. He was supposed to be back in the Order after a mission.

"Don't speak, my love…Just feel me," Tyki coaxed, persuading Lavi's muscles to lose their strain.

'Cause I can feel you breathe
Washing over me
Suddenly I'm melting into you
There's nothing left to prove
Baby all we need is just to be
Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe

Lavi did as told, hardly breathing a word as Tyki's hands gently explored his body as they did the previous night, so feathery that they barely left any sensation, but the touches made Lavi's skin tingle as if electric sparks grazed his body. The redhead nearly let out an unrestrained moan when Tyki's palm cupped his heat, instead settling for somewhat docile hum. Tyki let out a grunt, obviously dissatisfied. His fingers rubbed the tip of Lavi's erection almost casually. Lavi let out a whimper, his own fingers tangled into Tyki's wild dark-coloured waves. He rather liked Tyki's long hair now.

It was surprising when Tyki claimed his lips so tenderly, as if it was a sacred rite to do so. "How I long to remain like this with you," the dark skinned man whispered nearly wistfully. Lavi felt his resolve to be Bookman might shatter for the sincerity of his lover's voice, as though the gentleness of the White Lover has not faded with the persona. Lavi insistently shook his head, urgently kissing his lover. "You said not to speak…So don't say things that'll break my heart…"

Tyki smiled; it was not cynical; neither was it bright nor was it sorrowful. It was simply a smile. His fingers drifted lower until they found a very familiar orifice. The first digit slid in easily, making space for the second, and by the time the third finger was pressed inside Lavi felt a discomfort at the tightness which occupied his lower region. He dug into Tyki's back, preparing himself for the pain that was to follow. Tyki began by slowly prodding further in, tips of his touch grazing the wet inner passage. Lavi attempted to loosen his muscles, to lessen the resistance his body

Caught up in the touch
The slow and steady rush
An' Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be
I can feel you breathe
Just breathe

Seeing Lavi writhe with unbridled pleasure at the mere touch of his fingers was a beautiful sight to behold. Those flushed cheeks bright red like polished apples, both his lovely mismatched eyes of gold and emerald trembling with lust, his fiery tousled hair fanned out like tongues of flame...It was enough to make a man mad. And since when had Tyki been sane? His beautiful lover's arms came up, mindful to caress every part of his skin as it snaked along his own limbs before coming to rest in a link around his neck. And then Lavi gently reeled him in, seeking out another kiss from his dark half.

Tyki let out a small chuckle, allowing Lavi what he desired as he withdrew his fingers, prompting a moan of disappointment. Truly, the heir often said that he was hard to grasp, but really, Tyki begged to differ. It was Lavi who evaded capture, elusive like a creature of the dark, even his expression now sensuous with beckoning bedroom eyes that commanded Tyki to obey, so who was Tyki to deny this being who whispered in a silky, amorous voice,

"I want you...Now."

With such need woven in each word, Tyki readily complied. He too, wanted his lover. Looking at Lavi alone was enough to make Tyki want to take him in the most pleasurable way, over and over. One of his hands hooked itself under one of Lavi's knees, drawing his destination into sight. The blush in Lavi's cheeks grew deeper. It was adorable, Tyki decided. No matter the countless times they made love, Lavi's human need of modesty was adorable. Torturous, Tyki took his time in entering the territory that was his conquer. Lavi whimpered, nails catching into the skin on Tyki's shoulders.

Lavi's breath caught in his chest, feeling Tyki's erection slowly ease into him. Words lose their meaning at this stage; every touch of his translated into meaningful gestures to the Noah, who simply understood without having to ask. Tyki was teasing him still, waiting for him to voice his wish. The heir bucked his hips impatiently; unhappy that he was made to wait. A deep chuckle escaped Tyki as the Noah finally began to move, building up his rhythm. His lips open in a voiceless gasp, himself rendered powerless but to moan and to claw with unrestrained passion.

Tyki took his opportunity to close those lips with his own, swallowing all erotic noises as he thrust into the smaller body with an adult enthusiasm. It was all Lavi could do to just cling onto the darker, larger, tense muscles, crying out from sheer ecstasy. Though he thought that this Tyki was darkness incarnate, he could not resist, greedily taking in every essence of the man who was united with him. They were one, one of twilight eclipsed in welcoming darkness, together hidden from the prying eyes of those who would never understand.

I can feel the magic floating in the air
Being with you gets me that way

Cries of fulfilment rang out in their room as Lavi's body arched up in a spasm of release. Tyki followed after, his hot seed spilling into his lover. Propped up on his arms so as not to crush Lavi, the Noah slowly withdrew and laid beside the redhead, gathering him into his arms. Lavi nestled closer, but did not speak. He rarely spoke to Tyki after they reunited. Somehow, Tyki missed his voice just simply talking to him.

Lavi knew not the words to say to Tyki. When the White had been there, they'd exchange whisperings of love, but...Now there was only Black. Tyki was his love, no matter. But did the Black of Tyki love him? He fears the truth. Feeling familiar fingers run through his hair, tickling his cheeks; it was enough. As long as he had Tyki, even if he could never say those words, he was content.

"...I love you."

Lavi froze within the cage of his embrace, not daring to believe those words. Was he for real? Were those words meant truly for him? Tyki's hand came to caress his hair again, his husky voice whispering the same words repeatedly, as if it was a spell. And a spell it was, to capture Lavi's heart. The heir looked up into his eyes of gold, searching for the answers he wanted. The Noah allowed him to reach the thoughts of his heart by reading the feelings in his eyes. Even though he had become so, he wanted Lavi still. Lavi was his heart. White or Black, so long as he had his heart, Tyki would remain Tyki. Now...Would Lavi answer to this call?

"...I love you too."

Lavi was crying. Tears of gratefulness wet his cheeks that Tyki gently licked away. He had lost the White, but in the process gained more precious things. He knew that Tyki wholly loved him, as he loved Tyki completely.

It was enough. They found their happiness.

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