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Satisfying Hunger
Title: Satisfying Hunger
Author: Shirahime
Pairing: Skin Boric/Tyki Mikk [Yes, citizen, you read correctly]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,672
Warnings: This fic may induce seizures and/or running around the room in circles whilst screaming in susceptible individuals.
Summary: Skin is hungry for something more than conventional sweets.
A/N: I figured why torture someone else with the pairing without taking a stab at it myself. So this is my attempt. ^^;



The sound of food being hurriedly eaten greeted Tyki as he entered the kitchen in search of a snack. The familiar sight of Skin Boric sitting at the kitchen table hovering over the quickly dwindling remains of what was vanilla custard pie had him shaking his head in disdain.

“Sweet Tooth,” Tyki said as one would to a child, “you’re going to get sick if you keep eating nothing but sugary food.”

Skin raised his eyes to gaze at his fellow Noah. Had Tyki not turned away to retrieve tea from the cupboard, he would have noted a different look in Skin’s eyes. “They taste good, so I eat them. I can’t resist something that I like.”

Tyki turned to glance at him before putting water on to boil for the tea. “There is something called getting too much of a good thing.”

Wiping his mouth on a napkin, Skin smirked. “That’s funny, coming from you, the Pleasure of Noah.”

“All things in moderation,” Tyki countered.

Leaning an elbow on the table, Skin rested his cheek on his upturned hand. He sat watching Tyki move around the kitchen collecting the items he sought. Boric often liked to watch the way that Tyki moved, grace and lean strength combined, so much more delicious like this than his more awkward-appearing white form. Boric sighed as his thoughts took a turn in an all too familiar direction. He was well aware that certain tastes of Tyki’s were rather broad, which often led his mind to stray along these lengths when alone in the middle of the night, left panting for breath and aching at the images his mind conjured. A hunger that grew within him day by day. One that he wasn’t sure he should even try to satisfy. Out of what, fear? He wasn’t afraid of anything, Skin told himself. But what if Tyki –

Skin’s eyes widened as he realized that Tyki was waving a hand in front of his face to get his attention. “Is there anybody in there?” Tyki asked, an eyebrow raised. “I was talking to you, and you were just staring into space.”

Skin sat up, turning to better regard the other Noah, gazing into deep golden eyes. All of the Noah had golden eyes, but somehow Tyki’s were different, more full of life. “Oh, sorry. I was just thinking.”

Tyki frowned, shaking his head and claiming a seat next to the other Noah. “Probably about food.” Skin watched as the other man raised a teacup to full lips, taking a sip. His eyes followed Tyki’s movements as he broke off a piece of freshly baked bread, smearing it with butter and jam before raising it to his waiting mouth. Skin was strangely fascinated by watching Tyki’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“In a way, I guess you’re right,” Skin replied, his heart pounding in his chest.

The expression on Skin’s face made Tyki pause as he began to take another sip of tea, the cup resting warmly against his lower lip. It was an expression he’d seen on many others before, but never expected to see it on this particular Noah. Perhaps he was mistaken. Shaking his head as if to clear it, Tyki set the teacup back onto its saucer. It clattered loudly as Tyki was taken aback by the sensation of a hand on his face. Looking up, Skin’s eyes bored into his as a rough thumb stroked his lower lip.

“I’ve always wondered if your lips would taste as sweet as they look,” Skin told the other Noah, who wore an expression of disbelief.

“What are you-?” Tyki began but was interrupted by the press of firm lips against his own. As Skin pulled away, Tyki regarded him with wide golden eyes.

“It makes me crazy sometimes,” Skin told him, “when I think about you with all those others. Makes me want to bash their heads in just for touching you.” His eyes narrowed, frustration laced with disappointment on his face. “It makes me wonder sometimes, if you let those other people into your bed, why not me?” Skin pulled away to place a hand to his face, groaning. “I can’t get thoughts of you out of my head!”

Tyki gazed at the other Noah, at a loss for what to say or do. He’d never really thought of Skin in those terms. After a moment, he attempted to be tactful, saying, “It’s not that I don’t think you’re attractive… I mean, I never thought that you were the type that would be interested in-”

Tyki’s eyes widened as the encouraged Skin Boric grasped his shoulders to pull him closer. “You mean, you feel this way, too?” Skin asked enthusiastically. “I didn’t even dare to dream that you did.”

“Skin,” Tyki tried to explain, raising hands to place on the burly Noah’s chest, which Skin misinterpreted as an advance. “What I meant was - mmph!” His words were cut off by Skin pulling him forcefully close to smother him with a kiss. Tyki stiffened as Skin deepened the kiss, the larger Noah wrapping strong arms around him. Tyki reflected on how odd it felt to be on the receiving end of forceful tactics for a change. Recovering himself, he smirked into the kiss. This would be… different to say the least. And different wasn’t necessarily bad.

Skin grinned into the kiss as he felt lean strong arms slide up his back, Tyki now returning the other Noah’s efforts with enthusiasm. He moaned as slender hands stroked his bared chest, hissing as deft fingers plucked at hardening nipples. Pulling away somewhat, Boric moved to hastily unfasten Tyki’s shirt to get at more of his delicious skin, popping a button or two from fine white fabric in his impatience.

“I hope you intend to buy me another one,” Tyki complained. “This shirt was expensive.”

“You have dozens of these,” Boric countered before claiming his lips again.

For a few moments, the pair traded caresses, inflaming them both. It wasn’t long before Skin urged Tyki up from his seat, grinding against him momentarily before turning him around to face the table. Smirking Tyki braced himself against the piece of furniture as large hands roved over his body from behind.

“Anybody could walk in on us,” Tyki warned as Skin nibbled on the column of his throat, but the thought of being caught in the act added to his excitement.

“Let them,” Skin countered. “It’ll give them a shock they won’t forget.”

Tyki chuckled, grinding back against the larger Noah as he reached around to unfasten his belt. “Rhode would probably watch.” Giving a laugh of his own muffled by Tyki’s skin, Boric agreed.

Skin slid trousers and underwear down over lean muscular thighs, letting them fall around Tyki’s ankles. His hands moved to surround the other Noah’s hardening length before they slid to Tyki’s backside, massaging taut globes.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Tyki teased the other Noah. “I don’t want any bruises marring my skin.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Boric answered, giving his taut rear a playful slap before grabbing the makeshift lubricant that was butter from the table. Not the best of choices, but it would suffice. “I’ve done this a time or two before, so no worries.”

Tyki leaned forward as slick fingers prodded his entrance, slipping inside as he grunted. He rested his bare chest against the cool surface, marveling at the new sensation of being stretched. Thick fingers brushed against a spot that had him squirming against smooth wood. He ached for something more substantial to replace the probing digits, and was soon granted his wish.

Positioning himself at the other man’s entrance, Boric took a deep breath before pushing slowly forward, his slick length breeching the tight ring of muscle. Tyki groaned as he gripped the table, stretching around Skin’s ample girth. Despite the preparation, it was still a snug fit, but the mild burn only served to arouse him more. Tyki’s erection throbbed almost painfully, awaiting attention. He snuck a hand down to stroke himself, soothing some of his ache. He found Skin’s rate of penetration to be agonizingly slow, making him shift restlessly. It wasn’t as though Boric was known for being gentle.

“Come on, Sweet Tooth,” Tyki remarked as he moved impatiently. “I thought you said you’d done this before. Put more effort into it.”

“Don’t. Call. Me. Sweet. Tooth.” Skin said, punctuating his words with thrusts that had the other Noah crying out.

Tyki groaned as the force of the other Noah’s thrusts shifted him to and fro along the table’s surface, hardened nipples tickled by the now warm surface. He fondled himself with one hand as the other gripped the table’s edge, marveling at the delicious sensations building inside of him. Being on the receiving end of such treatment was more enjoyable than Tyki had thought it would be.

Skin grunted as he gripped Tyki’s thigh, groaning at the pleasurable friction within the other Noah’s channel. This was better than his dreams, Tyki here, warm beneath him, tight muscles sheathing his length instead of his own hand. He wanted to make this last, but he could feel the crest of orgasm rushing fast upon him.

It wasn’t long before Tyki’s back was arching as he groaned, pearly fluid spilling over his hand. Boric moaned as the channel tightened rhythmically around him. He managed a few more thrusts before spilling inside of the other Noah. Panting, he collapsed on top of Tyki, bracing himself with an arm, but still managing to knock the wind out of his new lover.

“You’re so heavy,” Tyki remarked. “Must be all those sweets.”

“I have to say that you’re the most delicious thing that I’ve tasted,” Skin replied, his answer muffled by Tyki’s shoulder.

“Well, you didn’t actually taste me,” the other Noah countered with a grin, “but that can be easily remedied.”

Tyki felt Boric smile against his skin. “And people say that I have an appetite.”

End