Tykillen getting drunk and dancing together in the club?

The tykillen fic you wrote is amazing!! Thank you! If I may ask for more, maybe this scenario: heated argument that ends up with a hot kiss.

sure i love to provide dgm content lol. this got a bit saucy

“Stop following me,” Allen hissed.

“Then stop killing my akuma,” Tyki drawled, leaning against the far wall. Because his Innocence was activated, Allen’s hair stood straight up, even while covered in the black goop excreted by the demons. His face almost seemed to glow white in the dim street light, giving him the appearance of a vengeful angel. “They have jobs, you know. When you kill them I have to replace them. So when you kill one of them, it’s easy to find you.”

Allen’s face shifted. If Tyki didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought it was murder plastered over his face; since Tyki did, though, he understood it for the all-consuming empathy that it was. After all, Allen Walker only ever got angry when other people’s lives were on the line. “You, Tyki, don’t know anything. At all,” Allen said, voice deafeningly soft. “You don’t have to see their souls writhe in pain. You don’t know how they suffer.”

He can see their souls? Tyki hadn’t known that, but he didn’t allow the calm to leave his face. Instead, he examined his fingernails. “They’re already dead.”

The air almost seemed to contract as Allen’s fists, one white and one black and claw-like, clenched tightly. His ethereal eyes, colored by the dusty light of Innocence, burned through Tyki. “They still feel pain, you bastard.”

“You left the Order a month ago, you know. You have no obligation to continue exorcising akuma. You’re a lone wolf with your teeth still bared. Join our family, instead.”

Allen sucked in an angry breath, and Tyki continued to watch his face. He was definitely forcing what composure he had. “You… I don’t destroy akuma for the Order. I do it to free their souls from agony.”

“No one does anything just out of the goodness of their heart. Are you trying to repent or something? Get in God’s good graces? That’s not the way to do it, boy.”

“You don’t know anything. Leave me alone!”

“Would you rather I go toy with your friends back at your precious Order?”

The younger boy’s eyes flashed, and in an instant he leapt forward, swinging his white fist at Tyki’s jaw. He moved so quickly that Tyki barely had time to dematerialize himself; still, the fist passed cleanly through his face and out the other side. Allen’s face blanched, and he pulled back quickly, looking decidedly sick. Tyki took the opportunity to step forward and deftly caught his small wrists.

The Innocence in his grip only burned a little. “Don’t be hostile,” Tyki whispered. He jerked Allen closer to him, feeling unfamiliar anger course through him. “I’m trying to help you, idiot.”

“You don’t know anything!” Allen screamed. “You’re a murderer.”

“It’s easy to take the moral high ground, but we’ve all done things. It’s war!” Tyki growled.

“That’s an excuse!” Allen screeched, turning his face away from Tyki’s. “I trusted you. You’re just going to take me back to the Earl.”

“Maybe,” Tyki said softly. “Maybe I will.”

Allen flinched, and elbowed Tyki in the side. “Let me go!” he yelled. Tyki hunched over, the weight of the blow just accentuated by the burning light of the Innocence.

“Hang on, boy,” Tyki managed, stepping forward to grab the back of Allen’s shirt. For a moment Tyki worried that it would snap off cleanly, but instead Allen’s forward motion slingshot him backward and he ended up on the floor. Tyki winced vicariously, seeing the boy’s head ricochet a bit against the pavement.

Still, he knew Allen couldn’t be deterred; Tyki knelt over him and pinned down both wrists, just as an extra precaution. Allen glared at him. “Tell me. Why don’t you want to come back with me? I’ve treated you well. When the Order imprisoned you, I freed you.”

“What does it matter anyway –“ Allen snarled, and the wind was knocked out of Tyki’s chest as the boy kneed upward blindly – “You’re going to take me anyway!”

“I never said that,” Tyki said, narrowing his eyes. He traced the boy’s collarbone with his eyes, while Allen watched him warily. “I meant, I’ll take you if I can get you to agree to come. Tormenting you got old fast, so I have to desire to drag you kicking and screaming to our peaceful home. You’d try to exorcise Wisely’s Noah or something.”

“You’ll have to drag me,” Allen said, struggling against Tyki’s grip. “Don’t pretend to be decent. Now I know you were lying before.”

“Right, right,” Tyki sighed. Anger really was dangerous. “Are you sure you can’t have a civil conversation with me?”

“I need to get away from here. Not just from you, but from everyone. I can’t endanger any of my friends anymore. I thought you of all people would understand!”

“Don’t tell me what I understand,” Tyki said, and, rather than waiting for a response, crushed Allen’s lips with his own. He didn’t know whether it was anger or lust that had him leaning more of his weight on Allen, digging into his mouth hungrily, avoiding the boy’s wide, fixating purple eyes. He kissed him deeply, extracting more and more out of him until he had to break away, gasping for air. His body pulsed with delight; Tyki hoped it were his, and not the Noah of Pleasure’s.

“Sorry,” Tyki muttered. “But you never stop talking.” He looked away from Allen with a twinge of guilt, before feeling Allen’s leg kick out his own, and with a swish of air – crap, I let my guard down – Allen had flipped him onto his back. The hard muscles of his abdomen pressed against Tyki’s torso.

“No,” Allen said murderously. “You’re the one who never listens to me. You always think you know best, but you don’t. The last time I saw the Earl, Nea almost got rid of me. I’m trying to do my best, like you told me to, but you aren’t listening!”

Tyki gaped, momentarily left speechless, and Allen took the chance to knee him in his lower stomach. “Crap, boy, you’re always so violent –“

But Allen stopped him from finishing, stealing his mouth and breath away from him. The boy lifted one of his arms to Tyki’s hair, knotting his fingers in Tyki’s dark locks.

Allen lingered on his mouth what seemed like ages, sloppily exploring Tyki’s mouth with his tongue. He ground his hips into Tyki’s rhythmically, until Tyki couldn’t see anything but the blurred, distant stars above them. 

Allen’s left arm dug into his wrist, keeping it pinned into place while Allen fought Tyki’s mouth with his own. Finally, Allen broke away from him, and Tyki sucked in a hard, incredulous breath. Allen looked down at him like he might go for the Noah’s mouth again; Tyki went numb with glee. 

He tried not to feel like he had finally elicited the reaction he’d been looking for; instead, he put on his best contrite, remorseful face.

“That’s for not listening to me, stupid Tyki.”

Maybe I’ll not listen more often, Tyki thought, not without a bit of ecstasy. Outwardly, he said, “Wanna go grab a bite with me? Then we can talk.”

If I may ask for more -since you got me screaming in joy as I read your last two drabbles- can you write a scenario where Tyki realises he is in love with Allen? And they make love for the first time?