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Gorb
Hey do you remember anything from Ann’s party?
No, why?
No reason.
Do you wanna hang out later?
I’m busy sorry.
Okay.
X
Soft pink lips. Straight white teeth. Flashes of quick tongue.
Akira clicked the side buttons on his phone in rapid succession to make the dulcet voice louder. He spared a quick glance over towards the stairs.
Still in the clear.
“-the situation is complex, of course. We didn’t want to alert the target that we were aware of their movements, but we had to establish contact in order to gain more access-”
He rolled his shoulders, sinking deeper into the bed. The tension in his back was pushed away by the smooth tones coming from the video. He flexed his feet, using his toes to pull his socks off the left foot and then the right.
“-rather remarkable. How did you reach that conclusion?”
“Well, I pulled from my previous experiences and the guidance of others-”
Akira loosened his belt, pulling the leather around his waist slowly. Sometimes he rushed this part or left his belt in the loops if he was in a hurry, but today he wanted to take his time- really enjoy the sensation of the constrictive belt uncoiling from his body.
He ran the edge of his nail around his pant button in slow consideration. He flicked his eyes from the video to his finger and back again.
Silky honey hair. Creamy tan skin. Hints of wine eyes.
No, not yet. He’d keep them on for now.
“I’m a bit of a stickler for the rules, which isn’t always popular.”
“No one can fault you for that, in fact-”
He dragged his left hand up from his waistline towards his chest. He kept the touch light, teasing the edges of his skin with the pads of his fingers. It built anticipation in his nerves, like a soft note at the beginning of a song.
Akira’s nipple was pliable when he reached it. He moved his hand up so his breast fit between the vee of his thumb and fingers, tightening his grip until he was able to pinch his nipple between the sides of his fingers. He ground them together until his nipple pebbled, the added stimulation giving off small sparks of pleasure. He began to contract and relax his hand until he built a steady rhythm.
“ -time for yourself?”
“My passion helps to keep me motivated, at the end of the day I’m able to find satisfaction from a job well done and-”
The teen flexed his thighs. Blood began to pool in his dick. He quickly switched his attention to his other nipple to encourage more excitement to fill him- not that it would take much more. He had been thinking about this moment since he got the notification on his phone about the interview.
It was a good idea to keep his pants on, the restrictive fabric of his uniform pants kept his dick trapped against his leg. He could feel a heady pressure in his blood, fuck, that line about satisfaction was really getting to him. Why did he have to talk like that?
Akira left his chest alone to finally pop the button on his pants. He dragged the zipper down at a turtle’s pace to tease himself further. How much time was left on the video? He checked- damn -not enough to get out any of his toys.
“- challenges? Hmmm, I’d have to say time-management. Mid-terms are coming up after all-”
Akira ran his thumb over his head experimentally. No, probably not enough pre-cum to lubricate his whole cock. He milked the glands under his tongue and spat into his hand. The saliva was warm and slicked up his dick for easier handling. He started off gently with a fist, lifting his hips to push into the tight hole.
His gray eyes roamed over the video hungrily. What would he feel like? Would he want to top or bottom? Which was better? Akira picked up the pace of his hips, the plastic of the milk crates protesting.
Both. Both options were good.
“ We recently learned of an interesting rumor, do you know the rumor I’m referring to?”
“No, I’m afraid to say I have no idea.”
Akira laid his phone down on his pillow and rolled over onto his knees and shoulders. He stuck two fingers in his mouth and swirled his tongue around them before pressing the tips against his ass. It was a little hard to watch the video and maintain his balance in this position. He couldn’t ignore the electricity running up and down his spine from the motions of his tight fist on his cock for long enough to consider another arrangement of his limbs. He’d make it work.
He took a deep breath and pressed the first finger inside himself. It was uncomfortable, but arousal made him looser than he would be normally, and a building desperation to come encouraged his finger to move deeper. Liking the burn and stretch of his skin was a bonus.
Akira put his second finger in, moving the hand on his dick faster to distract himself. He wiggled his fingers softly to encourage the vice-like rim to relax enough to move the fingers in and out.
“ -legal adult now, is that right?”
“Yes, I… I turned 20 this past June. What-What does that have to do-”
Akira’s jaw clenched, it felt so good to touch himself like this; living in Tokyo filled his body with stress. If stress was like sand weighing him down then pleasure was like a thick fog diluting his senses and allowing him to float away.
His nerves jolted and fired with each new swipe of his hand over the malleable head of his dick- his blood pulsing faster and faster with every new thrust into his body- but it still wasn’t-
He crooked his fingers.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck .
Akira bit into the corner of his pillow to muffle his moans. The prostate was a gift from god. He drilled his fingers relentlessly into the bundle of nerves.
He assaulted himself from both sides, pressing his hips into his wet fist then fucking himself back onto his fingers. He closed his eyes, pretending that he could change the words flowing in that smooth tone from boring interview talk to dirty, dirty , whispers.
You’re doing so well, you look so hot.
“-forgive me for asking but do you have any comments on this matter?”
Keep going, you’re almost there, you don’t want to disappoint me do you?
“Absolutely not. I deny it wholeheartedly. I don’t know how such a rumor started-”
Look at you acting so greedy, you’re so sexy-
“-I have never, and will never, film a sex tape. Now if you’ll excuse me-”
Wait. Akira’s eyes popped back open. Sex tape? He had a sex tape?
Images flooded his mind suddenly of those long legs wrapped around someone, that thick ass bending over, strong arms holding someone down-
“Ah, shit.” Cum splattered against his bedsheets. Akira, still reeling from the surprise orgasm, tapped the glass screen of his phone with sticky fingers to hear what he had missed. Was that just his horny brain or did he really hear the words sex tape ?
“ We recently learned of an interesting rumor, do you know the rumor I’m referring to?”
“No, I’m afraid to say I have no idea.”
“Akechi-kun, you’re a legal adult now, is that right?”
“Yes, I… I turned 20 this past June.” Akira watched his doll-like face morph into one of confusion. “What-What does that have to do with the rumor you’re mentioning?” Akira wiped his fingers off against his sheets and fixed his pants back up while the anchor on the show looked uncomfortably between Akechi and whoever was behind the camera.
“Well, we received a tip a few days ago about some rumors online about you. They’re… well.. They’re saying that you have a video of… um… explicit acts. A sex tape in other words- forgive me for asking but do you have any comments on this matter?”
Akira held his breath while Akechi’s look of confusion changed into one of pure, unadulterated hatred before settling down into stern disapproval.
“Absolutely not. I deny it wholeheartedly. I don’t know how such a rumor started; I have never, and will never, film a sex tape. Now if you’ll excuse me, this interview is over. I will not sit here and listen to such baseless accusations.”
“Akechi-kun wait-” The on-screen Akechi stood abruptly and stormed off the set reaching down to his collar and ripping the microphone off, the audio cracking as he did so. The host turned back to the camera with a horrified look and then the broadcast was replaced with a generic ‘ sorry for the interruption!’ message.
Akira clicked under the video to read the comments that were flooding in.
Holy shit. Hunger gnawed at his stomach. Did Akechi have a sex tape? Storming off like that is such a guilty response- but at the same time, it is Akechi and Akira’s seen him get up and leave Leblanc whenever Akira pissed him off (without paying).
So, maybe there wasn’t a tape. Plus, Akechi wouldn’t even let Yusuke draw him, there’s no way he’d ever record a raunchy film.
Then again, everyone needed release, and Akechi was the epitome of hotness. There have been many early summer mornings where Akira nearly missed his train staring at the line of sweat working its way down Akechi’s neck. Who wouldn’t want to have sex with him?
Maybe-maybe Akechi did have sex with someone, someone who wasn’t Akira-
Envy punched him in the gut. He breathed manually in through his nose and out of his mouth for several beats until his heart rate slowed down.
“This is a hypothetical, you idiot.” Akira hissed to himself.
Anyway, maybe this mystery person recorded it. Maybe they did, and they uploaded it to the internet, and maybe… Akira could find it….
A dark plan formed in his brain. If it existed on the internet, then Akira knew someone who could find it.
X
“Please.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“I’ll get you Mountain Dew Baja Blast.”
“I drink energy drinks now, rejected.”
“I’ll get those too.”
“Why would I want something I already have?”
“I’ll buy you a new imaging processor.”
“My newest one is already in the mail. Denied.”
“I’ll pay Yusuke to draw BlackRed.”
“ Please , he’s already got three more comms from me after the colored sketch he’s finishing. I’m not gonna do it.”
“I’ll invite Sumire over for a movie night and conveniently forget about a shift at Rafflesia.”
“She’s at a gymnastics retreat. Next.”
“I’ll convince Sojiro to get you another cat.”
“ Hey! ”
“Mona-mona is all I need, thirst king. Nope.”
“Sorry Mona, it was worth a shot.”
“This is really sad even for you Akira.”
“ Futaba I need this.”
Futaba sighed and spun around in her computer chair with Morgana curled in her lap like a stereotypical movie villain. The effect was ruined by the convenience store food wrappers that Akira could spot wedged underneath her monitors and what looked like a curry stain on her shirt.
She squinted at him behind smudged glasses. “You’re serious about this. You really want me to search for Goro Akechi’s sex tape with my innocent eyes?”
“Innocent?” Akira scoffed. “Yusuke uses me as a model for Red and shows me the latest drafts of the shit you commission.” Futaba shrugged, conceding the point.
“We’re siblings in sin. Now, do your poor adopted brother a favor and find his crush’s homemade pornhub feature.”
“But Kikiiii ,” Futaba groaned. “I like, hate him. He’s so fucking annoying and pretentious and he still calls you ‘Kurusu-kun’ despite being your homoerotic rival for years. Now why would I want to willingly subject myself to seeing his ahegao face?”
“Did you really call it an ahegao face? Weeb.”
Futaba rolled her eyes. “And you’re thirstier than Mishima.” She paused. “Mishima, Akira. I once heard him ask you over the bugs if an indirect kiss could count as a first kiss.” They both winced. It was a low moment for Mishima if Akira was being honest.
“Why don’t you just ask Akechi about it?” Morgana said. “If it’s that important to you.”
“It’s-It’s not important to me.” Akira insisted. “I just might literally die if I don’t find it? Or if someone who is not me finds it?”
“What about me?” Futaba drawled, running her hands over Morgana’s fur.
“You’re not gonna watch it- it’s different. Plus, you’re my sister; you’re on my team so it’s... ” He pointedly looked away from Morgana’s disappointed blue eyes. “Anyway. I can’t just ask Akechi about it- he’ll lie. Obviously.”
“Obviously.” Futaba echoed.
“It’s Akechi. He lies to everybody, but he wouldn’t lie to you Akira. Not anymore.” Morgana said.
“Don’t waste your breath Monamona.” Futaba cooed. “Kiki is too horny to think with the right head.”
“Rude.” Akira pouted. “That might not work anyway- what if his partner ” He spat the word out. “is the one who has the tape. Then Akechi can’t give it to me even if he wanted to.”
“I’m still trying to process the fact that you think Akechi willingly got close to another person. You know he has to have, like, a one-seat radius from everyone else at all times, right? I saw a guy sit, like, two chairs down from him once and he got up and left.”
Akira shrugged. “Maybe he was done with his coffee.”
“Akira he hadn’t even been served yet.” Well, yeah that checked out. Akechi Goro was probably the biggest bitch Akira knew, and he’s been to parties that Mika was at.
“Look,” Akira said, crossing his arms. “We both know that if it exists, you can find it. Name your price and put me out of my misery.”
Futaba threaded her hands through her orange hair holding her head. She hummed and tipped from side to side. She closed her eyes and gave a mighty kick to the paper-covered floor beneath her chair to make it spin; Morgana squealed and jumped out of the chair to stand by Akira’s feet.
After two or three rotations Futaba snapped her eyes open and jumped up out of the still-spinning chair. “The great Oracle has heard your prayer and has determined the blood price.” She reached down and snagged a flyer that was trapped under her bed frame. “Complete this request mortal and your goddess shall try to fulfill your sad pining fantasies.”
Akira took the flyer from her hand. It was an advertisement for a limited-time release edition of a new otome game. “You want me to stand in line in Akihabara for two days for this game? I could just buy it for you Futaba.”
“You actually can’t.” Morgana interrupted. “It’s an indie game, the development company is being bought out by a bigger studio so this is the last release of this game- ever. They only had enough time to make a hundred copies before production was halted.”
“How do you know that Mona?” Akira asked picking up the not-cat. If he could, Morgana’s face would be flushed with embarrassment.
“I-I just do okay!”
“He played the first games with me.” Futaba snickered.
“ I did not! ” Morgana pressed his paws into Akira’s chest and looked at him imploringly. “I was just sitting on her lap while she was playing them okay?”
“It’s okay buddy.” Akira soothed, adjusting his grip on the flustered feline. “You’re one of us now- a dirty sinner and you get the luxury of waiting in line with me.”
“I don’t even wanna see Akechi naked.” Morgana whined.
“Yeah? Well I do and I want company, plus I’ll get you a treat.”
“Fine.” Morgana huffed, jumping down and heading outside the door.
“You’d better get your sleeping bag.” Futaba said, settling back into her chair and turning away from the teen to her computer screens.
Akira looked over the flyer again. “This event starts in three days, how were you planning on getting it originally?”
“You think you’re the only one who wants Oracle’s blessing? I have several minions besides you.”
“Ouch.”
Futaba threw a grin over her shoulder. “You’re still my key item, big bro. Now scram- I gotta look for Detective Prince ass and you need to get me Monster Slippery Girls 3: Tokyo Drift .”
X
The truth of it was that asking Akechi directly did cross his mind initially but things had been, weird , for a lack of a better term between them for a few weeks. It wasn’t that Akechi was directly ignoring him but it didn’t feel like he wanted to be around Akira either.
In group chats Akechi would respond to the current conversation but any of their private messages would get one-worded answers. Akechi blamed it on his increased workload with interviews, or doing his homework, or needing to run some errands, or someone else calling him, and promised that he would respond to Akira when he had more time which apparently was never .
Akira wasn’t sure what he did wrong. It felt like they had been getting closer once all the craziness of the metaverse settled down. Akechi had even agreed to go to Ann’s birthday party two weeks ago despite knowing that Ann would invite approximately half of Tokyo and Haru would be bankrolling several bottles of alcohol for the occasion. Akira himself didn’t remember much of the party from how much he drank.
“Still no response huh?” Morgana asked sympathetically from his shoulder. Akira locked his screen hiding away the unanswered text messages to Akechi and shrugged.
“He’s busy.”
“Is that what he said? Maybe he can sense your dirty thoughts leader.”
“I doubt it.” Mostly because if he did then Akira would have been screwed a long time ago. Did he really need to bend over like that to play pool?
Morgan rubbed his fluffy head against Akira’s. “It’ll be okay leader, Akechi is probably in one of his moods and he’ll text you back when he’s ready.” Morgana paused. “Although I’m not sure how he’ll react to you trying to find his alleged sex tape.”
“He can’t have any kind of reaction if he doesn’t text me back.” Akira sighed. “At this rate I’m going to have to start showing up to Sae’s office.”
“Would she let you in?” Morgana asked.
“Yeah. Probably. I mean, we’re not on bad terms or anything.” There was that mishap where she thought that Akira was dating Makoto which resulted in several awkward family dinners between the three of them and an assistant that would do anything for free sushi, but that was resolved once the aforementioned legal assistant decided to loudly comment on Makoto’s relationship with Haru.
“Haru-chan would be an easier source of information than Sae.” Morgana mused. “I know from the weekly girls' video chats that Akechi and Haru-chan hung out two days ago- hey! ” Morgana yelped as Akira swung his bag around his shoulder to hold Morgana up to his face.
“Tell me everything,” Akira demanded. Morgana placed his paws on Akira’s nose to try and push his face away.
“ I can’t! I’m only allowed to listen in because I was sworn to secrecy about girl talk!”
“I don’t care about that-” well, he kinda did a little. “-what did Haru say about Akechi?”
“I told you I’m sworn to secrecy.” Morgana side-eyed Akira disdainfully. “And unlike Futaba, my loyalty can’t be bought.” Morgana puffed his kitty chest out. “Unlike you degenerates a gentleman like me keeps his word.”
“One pound of fatty tuna from Lawson’s fish market.”
“Akechi messaged Haru-chan asking to hang out because he wanted her opinion about some relationship problem he was having. They went to try out a new cafe in Shibuya at 12:30 pm two days ago. Akechi got a carrot cake while Haru-chan got a chocolate one. They talked for about two hours. Haru-chan said that Akechi was upset about a fight he had with a friend and wanted to talk about it. She thinks that he has a crush on this friend but she pinky swore not to tell anyone who they were talking about.” Morgana said instantly.
“He has a crush on someone?”
Morgana rolled his eyes. “That’s just what Haru-chan said. I don’t know if it’s true seeing how long it took for her and Makoto to get together.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Akira mumbled, mind racing.
The problem was that it made sense. Horrific, dreadful, terrible sense. The pieces of the puzzle were clicking together rapidly in his mind and he didn’t like the picture they were forming. Akechi had been distant ever since Ann’s birthday party. There was a rumor about Akechi having a sex tape. Haru said Akechi had a crush on someone.
What if Akechi met someone at Ann’s party, had X-rated interactions with them on video, and then decided that he’d rather get laid than talk to Akira?
It had to be true. Why would Akechi spend his valuable free time on Akira when he could be having kinky sex instead? Especially because there was no way someone’s who inner self was covered in leather and belts wasn’t kinky.
So… so then what? Akira thought to himself. If Akechi didn’t want to hang out anymore because he was too busy rolling in the sheets then what would happen to their friendship?
Did Akechi still care about having a rival?
Did he still care about him ?
“Joker?” Morgana asked softly, placing his paw on Akira’s cheek.
“Sorry buddy,” Akira said with a sad smile. “I got lost in thought. What were you saying?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Morgana smiled. “Do you want to get that tuna now?”
“Yeah let’s go.” Maybe by then, Futaba would have something for him. He might not be Akechi’s rival anymore but there was nothing wrong with fantasizing about him, right? Right.
X
The first time Akira had masturbated to Akechi it was an accident.
It had been late at night in the bathhouse after a stressful shift at Crossroad. He didn’t set out to touch himself but when his soapy fingers brushed over his dick it gave an interested twitch and it was off to the races from there.
There had been a pretty brunette who had flirted with him earlier. She had soft baby blue eyes and pink glossy lips. Akira wrapped his long fingers around himself and imagined how those soft fingers would feel instead. He started a steady slow rhythm and pictured how her generous chest spilled out of her top when she pressed up against the top of the bar to reach for her drink.
Akira was more of an ass man than a tits man, but he could appreciate all the curves of a woman- or a man. Women’s asses tended to be bigger than most men but when a man had a nice ass it was usually paired with a set of thick thighs that Akira wanted to be pressed against his ears.
He didn’t know what kind of ass the woman at the bar had, so he substituted a thick round one. He sped up the motions of his hand as he pictured how the fabric of her slacks would stretch to accommodate an ass that full and the gentle slope leading up to a trim waist.
In his mind’s eye the woman was bending over in front of him, brown hair cascading around her head as she bent down to wrap her hands around his dick. Akira increased the grip of his hand, almost painfully tight like she would grab it.
Pleasure raced down his spine as he imagined the dips of her hips and how when she tilted her head up to look at him mischievous red eyes would twinkle in the warm light of the bathhouse and his full lips would pull into a smirk and oh god wait-
Akira’s shoulders shuddered as his dick spasmed onto the floor of the bathhouse.
Fuck. Did he really come to the fantasy of Goro Akechi on his hands and knees before him?
Akira gave his dick a betrayed glare. “What the fuck.” He hissed at it. “Akechi is our rival. We shouldn’t get turned on by our rivals. It’s like, against the rules or something.”
His dick gave a weak spurt of cum in reply. Akira sighed and scrubbed his hands through his wet curls. Okay fine. Whatever. It was just the one time so he would just shove it down into the little box in his chest where he shoved other problematic things and never think of it again.
Or do it again. Because Akira couldn’t-shouldn’t-do it again.
Akechi had the finest ass he had ever seen and broad shoulders and a sexy grin and beautiful eyes and long fingers and thick thighs and a tiny waist and high cheekbones but that didn’t mean…
Shit, he was hard again.
“This is all Akechi’s fault.” Akira mumbled to himself lathering up his hands with conditioner. It was probably because he was so tired from work, and for whatever reason, his brain (and dick) decided to remind him of how attractive Akechi was. He would just get it out of his system and then go back to his regularly scheduled bro-mance.
(The problem was that he could never get it out of his system).
X
Ryuji and Akira leaned against the fence as they sipped water. Akira wiped the back of his neck with his towel while Ryuji alternated between squirting water into his mouth and onto his head.
“Think you can go for another lap?” He asked. Akira hummed as he considered the state of his beat-up sneakers.
“Yeah. I’ve got some stuff on my mind and running should help.” Akira replied.
“Oh for real?” Ryuji asked interested. “What’s goin’ on? Can I help?”
Akira smiled and knocked his shoulder against the blonde’s. “Thanks man but it’s just dumb stuff, I’ll get over it.”
“Hey man,” Ryuji grinned. “If it’s bothering you enough that you’d agree to an extra lap with me then it’s not dumb. I’m here if you wanna talk ‘bout it.”
A tendril of warmth wrapped around Akira’s heart. He could always count on Ryuji, his loyal confidant since his first day at Shujin.
“You won’t tease me about it?” Akira asked playing with his hair bashfully.
“No man c’mon we’re bros - bro’s don’t tease each other about important stuff.” Ryuji wrapped his sweaty arm around Akira’s neck. “Is it a girl?”
“It’s not a girl- well…it might be but not the way you’re thinking.” Akira took a deep breath. “I think Akechi has a partner.”
“Um duh. He’s Sae’s partner dude. Or assistant whatever I don’t think there’s a difference honestly.” Ryuji said waving his hand in the air.
“No, I mean I think he’s dating someone.”
Ryuji stared at him for a few seconds before he gave Akira a small smile.
“I appreciate you man but you don’t need to do all that soft-launch shit, if you’re datin’ Akechi you can just tell me.” He scrunched his nose up. “I know I’m not his biggest fan or whatever but all that stuff is water under the bridge ya know and I just want my best bud to be happy and if his highness is what does it for ya then-”
“No, No, Ryuji stop.” Akira interrupted. “It’s not me, I think he’s dating someone else.” He paused. “What’s a soft launch?”
Ryuji groaned. “I hang out with Sumire too much man. It’s like when you wanna announce that you’re datin’ someone but you wanna like, test the waters, so you drop a buncha hints ‘bout it first.”
Ryuji pulled away into a gentle jog away from the fence, Akira quickly started to jog along with him at his side. “Why do you think he’s dating someone?”
“We don’t text as much anymore, and that’s how it goes- once you get a girlfriend you stop hanging out with your friends as much.” Akira said around the sharp thorns growing around his heart.
“Makoto and Haru are dating but we still see them all the time dude.”
“Well, yeah…”
“Where would he have even met someone? Akechi’s a bigger workaholic than you ‘Kira. The only times I see him is when he has his rehab visits, or at Leblanc when he hangs around you for hours.”
“He’s not hanging around me he’s doing his homework.” Akira rebutted. Ryuji scoffed. “I think they met at Ann’s party.”
“Ann’s party?” Ryuji ducked under a low-hanging branch. “Dude I was there too alright? Akechi definitely wasn’t chasin’ any skirts.” He slowed down his jog to a walk. “What do you remember from that party man?” He asked Akira with a strange look in his eyes.
“What do I remember?” Akira laughed. “Not much bro, I have no idea where Haru got that one bottle from but I’m surprised anyone could still walk after drinking that.”
“Just think about it okay?” Ryuji laughed, taking off in a job again. “I think it might help some of your problems.”
Akira must have met this person then. Maybe even talked to them? Akira mentally cursed his past self for drinking so heavily. If only he just remember this person then he could ask Akechi about them and start to repair the friendship. Akira could be cool with Akechi and his girlfriend.
Totally cool.
X
Oracle
I upheld my end of the bargain. I hope you have the goods. We can make the switch tomorrow night when Sojiro is gone and then I can rub bleach into my eyes and hardrives to cope.
My first child is yours.
Silence mortal I’m trying to pretend I don’t know you.
X
“It’s 190-proof.” Haru said mischievously over the music thumping throughout the apartment.
“190-proof?!” Akechi hissed back. “Are you crazy?”
“What’s wrong Akechi-kun? Scared?” Haru smiled. “It’s okay, I know you’re a law-abiding citizen.”
Akechi’s cheeks flooded with red as he puffed up like an angry bird.
“I’ll drink it.” Akira cut in before the scathing retort Akechi had could pass his pink lips.
“I would also like a glass. On occasion I have accidentally drank paint so I’m sure this can’t be too dissimilar of an experience.” Yusuke said taking the bottle from Haru and holding it up to the light to examine it.
“Count me in,” Ann said. “My parents aren’t going to be home for another week.”
“I’ll make sure nothing gets broken,” Shiho said from where she was sitting on the counter in the kitchen.
“W-Well, if everyone else is drinking it too then…” Makoto gave a nervous glance towards Akechi. He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“I won’t tell Sae.” His garnet eyes crinkling as he smiled. “Feel free to indulge in all the teenage debauchery you want.”
“You won’t drink it, Crow? Can’t handle your liquor?” Akira teased.
“It’s okay Akechi-senpai,” Sumire said bumping her shoulder against his, her face flushed from the alcohol the group already drank. “I won’t drink it either, I don’t want to get too drunk.”
“Me neither,” Ryuji said taking a swig from his beer bottle. “My mom can always smell liquor so I gotta stick to beer.”
“I’m- I’m not scared ,” Akechi said flustered. He stomped over to Yusuke and swiped the bottle from the artist’s hands. “Here.” He pressed the bottle back into Haru’s hands, ignoring her gleeful smile. “Pour out the drinks; make it a double.”
Akira grinned when Akechi turned to look at him. “Unless you can’t drink that much Kurusu-kun?”
“Oh don’t worry about me senpai~” Akira singsonged sliding up to him, the length of his body was warm where he pressed up against Akechi. “I’d never let you down.”
“We’ll see about that,” Akechi murmured licking his lips. Akira felt a delicious shudder go down his spine at the action. It could have been the light but Akira swore Akechi’s eyes got darker.
“Bottoms up everyone!” Haru cheered pressing red solo cups into their hands, effectively shattering the moment.
Based on the taste alone Akira could easily believe it was 190-proof. It burned every surface in his mouth, esophagus, and stomach. He couldn’t hold back his reflexive wince and felt the moment that his taste buds decided to throw in the towel.
“That was foul!” Ann gagged, Shiho patting her back for comfort.
Akira felt the alcohol go his head near immediately. His knees felt loose and his face was warm. He turned to look at Akechi, who was still holding the red solo cup to his mouth. Fuck was he taking another drink? Or was that still his first one?
“Haru,” Akira whispered. She giggled and fell into his shoulder.
“What Kiki?” She whispered back.
“Give me another one I have to keep up with Goro.”
“Nooo Kiki I can’ttt.” She giggled. “You’re gonna get too drunk and you get sloppy when you’re drunk.”
“I’m not gonna get slop-sloppy.” He whispered, pressing his head against her fluffy hair. “I’m his rival!! I have to do this Ruru.”
“Okay, but I warned you~” The second cup went down just the same as the first with an added side effect of pride over besting Goro. Once he lowered the cup from his lips it was snatched out of his hands.
“You idiot did you drink more of that swill?” An angry voice hissed. Akira giggled and fell into the angry voice.
“Don’t be a sore loser senpai~”
“Stop calling me that you fool.” Akira felt callused hands grabbing his chin. He looked into the face of whoever grabbed him. It was Goro, Goro his handsome rival, who he just beat.
“Shut up. You didn’t beat me.” Kinky. Akira would sure like to beat Goro if he was into that. “Shut-shut up stupid. Here Ann help me open this door he’s totally out of it.”
“Lay him down here.” Someone said. When did he leave the kitchen? The dark blue pillows below him were so soft… Akira followed the swirls on them until it made him dizzy.
“Thanks I got it…. Yes I’m sure….” Someone else said. Or maybe the same person. It was a little hard to tell with the room spinning so much, Akira just wanted to lay down. Was Goro still here? He should lay down with Akira. He was so warm earlier.
“You’re so drunk.” But it was said with affection so Akira didn’t really care. Where was Goro? He wanted Goro, “I’m here Akira,” he wanted Goro he wanted he wanted-
X
No matter how hard Akira pushed he couldn’t remember anything beyond that moment. Maybe Goro met his lover after leaving Akira in the bedroom? If he was even there, Akira wasn’t sure of the events after that second cup of Everclear. He had woken up in Ann’s shower with only his shirt on and the strong smell of vomit. Akechi was supposed to meet up with them for brunch when everyone woke up but he never showed up. At the time Akira thought that he was just busy or too sick to leave his apartment but maybe he was eating brunch with whoever he fucked that night.
Akira pushed the feelings of jealousy deep into his chest. It didn’t matter. Once Futaba gave him the video he would be able to see Akechi in all his sexy glory. It would be easy to filter out the other person in the film, he was used to adapting videos of his rival to suit his own needs.
It would be less easy to deal with the heartbreak of watching Akechi fuck someone else but, but that was fine. It was better this way. They were rivals. Fated (literally) to be diametrically opposed foes. Romance, movie dates, cute good morning messages, that would ruin all that.
Probably.
So this was fine. This was enough. Just seeing Akechi at group hangouts, secretly rubbing his dick raw over his Instagram, sitting two seats down instead of right next to him, that could be enough- had to be enough. His crush would fade. All things did eventually.
Right?
He could get over Akechi Goro. He was the Trickster, the wildcard, the defier of fate, he could do anything.
(unless this too, was something he was meant to rebel against).
Oracle
You have five minutes before I send this video to the bottom of the Marianna Trench.
Jokes on her he was already outside contemplating his whole existence.
Futaba held a USB out to him with a shark-shaped grabber. “Leave the bag at the door and take this somewhere far away from me. You’re lucky that you have an immunity totem otherwise I would smite you from the earth.”
Akira held his hands up and slowly slid the plastic bag containing her game across the room with his foot. Futaba glanced at the bag to confirm its contents then dropped the USB stick into his palm with a grimace. Morgana watched the proceedings from her bed with the most unimpressed and disdainful look a cat could have.
“This never happened,” Akira said looking into Futaba’s gremlin eyes.
“As far as I’m concerned this past month is redacted.” She agreed. Akira nodded and turned on his heel to leave, tucking away his treasure into his pocket.
“Akira.” Futaba called once he left her room. Akira paused but didn’t re-enter. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“I always do ‘Taba.”
Akira didn’t run, gallop, or hurry back to his dusty attic. That would be suspicious and he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He did, however, arrive back into his room and booted up his laptop before five minutes had elapsed.
The video was 11 minutes in total. He plugged in his headphones and turned off the lights to set the mood. A small voice that might have been Arsene asked him if this was truly the right thing to do, to invade Akechi’s privacy by watching this raunchy video of him.
A louder voice, which may have been Raoul, promptly told the other voice to shut the hell up and hit play.
The video was taken from a phone, it was in portrait mode so it didn’t fill up the whole screen of his laptop. It was blurry and unfocused, jumping rapidly and full of noise artifacts from the phone being moved around. Finally, the video settled on Akechi who was naked from the waist up.
Holy fuck. Akira’s mouth went dry. It was really the Detective Prince’s sex tape.
“Futaba you brilliant brilliant genius.” Akira muttered taking in Akechi’s firm pecs and a six-pack? He knew Akechi worked out but damn. He really needed to go on more runs with Ryuji. Akechi wiggled the phone around a few times before seemingly satisfied with the position of the camera. The camera must have been leaned up against a nightstand, it was slightly tilted up from below Akechi’s waistline and faced a bed in a dark room. There was a lamp behind the phone that illuminated Akechi and some of the dark blue pillows on the bed but the angle wasn’t right to see the whole bed.
“There.” He said. “Are you satisfied now?”
“Are you in it?” Another voice responded. Akechi’s lover. Akira’s gut clenched and he decided to tune the other voice out as much as possible. It was a man’s voice so it would at least be easy to pretend that it was himself in the video with Akechi not whoever this jackass was.
“Yes I’m in it.” Akechi rolled his eyes. “You’re so strange, wouldn’t both parties want to be on camera in this scenario? Don’t tell me you’re unconfident in your body, I won’t believe you.” Akechi dragged his eyes over whoever was off-camera and smirked.
A giggle came from the other voice. “I’m not shy, I’m just not the star- I’d rather see you than see myself.” A long arm stretched out from the mess of dark blue pillows on the bed to grab at Akechi’s belt loops. The fingers were long, like a piano’s players. Akira looked at his own hand and flexed his fingers, wondering what it would feel like to curl his knuckles around Akechi’s pants and tug .
“Come here,” the voice purred. “Let’s get this show started.”
Akechi grinned and followed the hand back to the bed. His slacks stretched across his thighs as he settled on top of the other person. From the way the camera was positioned Akira could see the calves and feet of the other male and their arms came up to wrap around Akechi’s hips. “Always a performer aren’t you?”
“For you honey I’d be anything.”
Akira gagged. Who talked like that? Akechi laughed and leaned down. Akira admired the curve of his spine.
“Such big words, you sound awfully confident. Is this not your first time, darling?”
“I’m a quick study, you don’t need to worry about me.”
“I shouldn’t be surprised that we’re matching in this regard as well.” Akira blinked. This was Akechi’s first time? He always figured that someone as handsome and popular as Akechi would have had a few offers already. “You look surprised.” The on-screen Akechi murmured perfectly in tune with Akira’s own thoughts.
“Can you blame me? You’re gorgeous. I can’t believe my luck that I get to see you like this.” Slim fingers danced up from Akechi’s hip to play with his nipple. Akechi wiggled his hips and made a pleased noise, which instantly traveled from Akira’s headphones to his dick.
“I’m not a patient man; are you only planning on looking? I can find someone else if that’s the case. There are plenty of interested people outside after all.”
“Bossy,” The hand moved on from Akechi’s pec to wrap around the back of his neck. “You’re here with me right now and I don’t intend on sharing.” Akechi raised a delicate eyebrow.
“Is that so? Then the purpose of this video is…?”
“I’ll think I’m dreaming if I don’t have any proof.”
“Let’s ensure you have a nice dream then,” Akechi said then leaned or was pulled down, into the pillows to where his lover was. Akira could only see the back of Akechi’s head from the angle, it didn’t take any detective work to figure out what the wet sounds were. As they made out the stranger ran both of their hands through Akechi’s silky hair and tugged. Akechi made a high keening noise in the back of his throat.
Akira reached over to his pillow and pulled out his hidden lubricant. He squirted some into his palm and began stroking over his head. Right now he was about half-mast and wanted to pace himself so he could finish at the same time Akechi did.
The hands that were pulling at Akechi’s hair moved down back to his chest. Akechi’s whines changed in pitch so Akira guessed that his nipples were being played with again. God that’s so hot, Akira thought. He wanted to run the pads of his fingers over Akechi’s chest and feel those dusky peaks pebble under his fingers.
Akechi broke off the kiss and leaned back onto the stranger’s thigh again. His chest was heaving and his lips were kiss-red. As Akira suspected two hands were attached to his nipples pinching and pulling them in random intervals- even better Akira could make out Akechi’s erection pressing against his slacks.
“Come on enough now,” Akechi whispered, “touch me.” Akechi grabbed one of the hands and dragged it down to press against his erection.
“Oh god, Goro,” the voice moaned. “You’re so big,” Akechi smirked and rocked his hips back and forth pointedly.
“Yes, well, you’re not too bad yourself, unless you have something in your pocket.”
“You wish.” the man laughed. “What was it you said earlier? That you could handle anything I gave you? I hope you weren’t bluffing honey.”
“Of course not, fool.” Akechi sneered. “I doubt you could even make me come with that two-pump shooter, much less walk out here with a limp.” Was it weird that Akira found that arousing? Guess he had a degradation kink, which… really wasn’t a surprise given that the love of his life tried to murder him once.
“Did you just challenge me?”
Akechi sighed, tossing his hair over his shoulder like the primadonna he was. “Are you going to do anything about it?”
“Who knew you were such a brat?” The hand on Akechi’s dick began to rub and caress the hard flesh underneath. Akechi bit his lip to hold back a moan. “Someone should shut you up.”
“Do let me know when you find someone up to the task.”
“If you’re too mean I might not fuck you, I’m a sensitive guy.”
“Is that so? Your dick seems to disagree with you.”
“What can I say? It likes you.” Akechi snorted.
“Seriously? That was bad even for you.”
“I can’t help it I’m nervous, there’s a really hot guy in my lap.”
“Sap.” But the look in Akechi’s eyes was fond. He scooted further down between the man’s legs and began to pull his pants off. He was wearing black boxers underneath which we were quickly discarded as well. Akira gave a few pumps to his cock, admiring Akechi’s. It was thicker than his but a little shorter, or maybe they were about the same size it was hard to tell with the dim light of the room.
It was a great dick if Akira was being honest. He could easily envision sliding it down his throat; he would choke on it but it would be a pleasure to drool on it. On the video Akechi reached down to stroke his own dick. The man reached one hand up to rub his thumb across Akechi’s cheekbone and another to wrap around Akechi’s hand. They moved together to pull at the hard flesh.
Akechi leaned back down to resume kissing his bedmate. Akira pumped himself in time with the men in the video. He closed his eyes and pictured that the wet sounds of their tongues rubbing together were coming from between him and Akechi.
Akira could feel the soft brush of Goro’s eyelashes against his cheeks as they traded kisses. Goro kissed like he did everything else, focused and with precision. His lips were warm against his. He shifted his hips to adjust Goro so that they could slot their dicks together. Goro quickly switched to rubbing their hands over both of their cocks. The friction felt incredible and made Akira cross his eyes.
“I won’t last.” Akira whispered into Goro’s mouth.
“Me either.” Goro whispered back like a secret.
“Did you want to do more?” The man on the video asked. Akira tuned back into the video. Amazingly the video was following his fantasy perfectly.
“I’d hate for your entry into porn stardom to be lackluster,” Akechi said slyly. He rose up to his knees and the man passed him a bottle of lubricant.
Huh, Akira thought, looking at the bottle next to him on the bed. It was the same brand that he favored.
Akechi quickly prepped himself. It was a shame that Akechi was facing toward the camera so he couldn’t see the action for himself.
“For a virgin, you seem used to that.” The man said amused.
“Sh-shut up,” Akechi said past breathy sighs. “I think we can stop pretending that we haven’t wanted to do this for months.”
“Months?” The man laughed. He took the bottle back from Akechi to slick himself up. “Try years. I think I’ve been half in love with you since we met.” Akira’s stomach dropped. That didn’t sound like a random hook-up.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Akechi asked in a small voice. His hands shook as he brought them to the man’s dick to line it up with his entrance. He was talking to the guy in the video but to Akira it was like Akechi was talking to him. Akira could delude himself all he wanted, could play it off as a passing crush, as a natural reaction to having a fine as fuck best friend, but the truth of it was that he was in love with Goro, and it was too late now.
“I was scared of losing you.” “I was scared of losing you.” Akira answered Goro at the same time as the man on the video. “What the fuck?” He said out loud. Did that really happen? Akira used his clean hand to move the video back a few seconds.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I was scared of losing you.”
“You could never lose me.” Akechi said on video. He smiled warmly and moaned softly as he sank down on the man’s cock.
Akira decided to ignore the weird coincidence and enjoy the sight of Akechi riding dick like it was his calling in life. Akira sped up the speed of his strokes watching Akechi’s tan thighs flex as he rode the other man. He was beautiful, a red flush crawling down from his neck to cover his chest. His cock bounced back and forth as he rocked his hips. The other man grabbed Akechi hard enough to bruise- Akira could see the indents from his fingers on the brunette’s hips.
“Close-Close I can’t last much longer.” The man said. He moved one of his hands from Akechi’s hips to his dick to pump him in time with his thrusts.
“Not yet, give me more, I know you can,” Akechi commanded between moans. “Aren’t you the only one who can keep up with me?”
“I love you Goro I want to give you everything-”
“Me too- I - for a long time I- you’re drunk- tomorrow when you’re sober- we can talk and-”
The man groaned and then with a twist of his hips unseated Akechi from on top of him to switch their positions. Akira got to see a mess of black hair from the other man before the motion on the bed knocked the phone over and the video cut off.
Akira sat staring at the black screen of his laptop, his hand loosely curled on his lap. At some point, he stopped stroking himself. He didn’t even get to see Akechi finish. He thought back to the conversation between the two men before the video ended.
Futaba was right. He didn’t know what he was doing. This whole endeavor was a mistake. He just wanted to see a hot video, not have his heart ripped out by listening to Akechi confess to another man.
Akira swiped the tears from his cheeks angrily. “Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.”
X
Hey can I come over?
<3 Ann <3
Yes ofc what happened?
I’ll tell you when I get there.
X
“You’re not gonna judge me?” Akira said pitifully behind his second tub of ice cream. Ann shrugged her shoulders.
“Not really. You tend to lose all common sense when it comes to Goro so that’s pretty much on-brand for you. Plus, you already know why what you did was wrong and you’re paying for it so.”
Akira sighed. “I just, I don’t know what I was thinking. That was never going to go well for me was it?”
“No it wasn’t.” Ann reached out and rubbed her socked foot against his calf comfortingly. “Are you going to ‘fess up?”
“Is there any point?” Akira pouted. He scooped more mint chocolate chip into his mouth. “He has a boyfriend now.”
“I can assure you that he has no such thing.” Ann snorted. “If he did you wouldn’t be here right now.”
“Don’t be mean to me I’m sad.” Akira whined. Ann kicked him.
“You don’t get to use your sad kitten eyes on me when you used Futaba to find my bestie’s sex tape.”
“I didn’t tell you I used Futaba.” Akira narrowed his eyes. “How did you know that?’
“Don’t doubt my information network!”
“Morgana told you.”
“Morgana told me.” Ann confirmed with a wink.
“So much for thieves’ honor,” Akira mumbled. Ann got to her feet and grabbed Akira’s empty bowl to bring it to the kitchen. He listened passively to the sound of her running the sink to wash the dishes.
“All is fair in love and war babe.” Ann sing-songed. “Do you want more snacks or are you done eating your feelings?”
Akira leaned back on the couch considering. “Do you have more of those imported candies you had at your party?”
“Uhhhh,” Ann hummed. “I might? I think I put all the souvenirs my parent’s brought back in the guest room. If you find the chocolate oranges get me one.”
“Yes ma’am.” Akira said with a lazy salute. He got up and walked down the hallway to the guest room. He opened the door and began to search through the room for the coveted snacks. The room was too dark for him to see clearly so he decided to turn on the modern lamp that was sitting on the nightstand to see better.
With the light on it was a lot easier to see the suitcase full of snacks on the dresser and… and the dark blue pillows on the bed. Akira stared at them transfixed. They were familiar- this view was familiar- he had just seen in hardly a few hours ago on Akechi’s sex tape.
“Holy shit.” Akira whispered out loud. This was the room it was filmed in. This is the room that Akechi was in. But how? When?
“Hey Ann?” Akira called from the doorway.
“Yeah?” Her voice came back muffled from down the hall.
“When was the last time Akechi was here?”
“In my apartment?”
“No, the guestroom.”
“My party I guess,” Ann replied. She turned as Akira came out from the hallway to stand in the living room.
“Are you sure?” He said sternly.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Ann said giving him a weird look. “Why? What’s going on?”
No way. No fucking way.
“Was he alone? Was there anyone with him?”
Her eyebrows pulled together in concern as she searched his face. “He was with you the whole time. No one else went in until the morning. Are you okay Akira?”
“I have to go.” Akira blurted out speed-walking over to Ann’s front door to put his shoes back on.
“Wha-Akira! What’s going on?” Ann asked following after him bewildered.
“I have to go!” Akira repeated throwing open the door and stalking out into the night.
God, he was really an idiot wasn’t he?
X
“Let me in.”
Red eyes looked him up and down with a grimace. “I don’t think that’s the best idea.”
“Please I just want to talk to him. I know he’s here.”
“ Futaba. ” Makoto said with a hiss rubbing her temples. “Look, I don’t know what happened between the two of you but ten p.m. is not the time to have a heart-to-heart.”
“That’s literally the perfect time to have a heart to heart. You ever see people have dramatic love confessions at eight a.m.?” Akira questioned.
“Is that what this is?” She leaned against the side of the doorway looking unimpressed. “You’re here to dramatically confess your love to my pseudo-brother?”
Akira gave her a quizzical look. “Since when is Akechi your pseudo-sibling?”
“Since Sis decided he was.” Makoto shrugged. “It’s the transitive property Akira, which you would know if you spent more time studying than looking at cat memes.”
Akira rolled his eyes. They both knew who was Shujin’s valedictorian last year. “I could have more time to study if you let me accomplish my goal.”
“Oh, so he’s an objective now? How romantic of you.”
“As touching as this is I don’t recall needing a knight in shining armor,” Akechi said from behind Makoto. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I can handle him, go back to bed.” Makoto turned to give both boys a searching stare.
“Okay. Call me if you need me Goro.”
Akechi rolled his eyes. “I will, thanks.” He waited until Makoto disappeared into the apartment before turning back to Akira. His normally expressive crimson eyes were flat and cold. “What can I do for you, Kurusu?”
Akira shifted his weight between both feet nervously. This was a lot harder without liquid courage.
“I found our sex tape.” He blurted out. Akechi took a step back. His face paled beneath the fringe of his brown hair.
“ What did you say? ” He hissed.
“I found our-” Akechi slapped his hands over Akira’s mouth.
“I heard you- you absolute buffoon! What are you even thinking saying that in the middle of the hallway?” Akechi dragged Akira inside and nervously looked to see if anyone had overheard.
“I’m-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that-”
Akechi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. “We don’t have a sex tape you fool.”
“You’re lying,” Akira said, squaring his shoulders in defiance. Akechi crossed his arms and used the few centimeters he had in height over Akria to look down his nose at him.
“That’s a bold accusation, where’s your proof?”
“Is the video not good enough?” Akechi scoffed and pulled out one hand to admire his fingernails.
“It would be if you could prove the video wasn’t tampered with. Deep fakes can be so realistic these days.”
“Deep fakes, really Goro?” Akira chuckled. “That’s the best you could come up with?”
“I don’t recall giving you permission to use my first name attic trash.” Akechi sneered. He turned his face away from Akira. Akira observed his stiff shoulders and tensing thighs. He was looking away from him but Akira could see his eyes darting over to look at his, trying to figure out what he was doing.
He’s nervous, Akira realized.
Slowly, so that Akechi could pull away if he wanted to, Akira reached over to drag his fingers across Akechi’s bare knuckles. Akechi eyes glued themselves to the comforting motion.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you the next day. I’m an idiot.” Akira said softly.
“I didn’t think that was up for debate.” Akechi scowled.
“You’re mad, and you have every reason to be.” Akira tugged Akechi’s hand out from under his arm to hold it firmly. “It was our first time together and I forgot all about it.” He gave Akechi a wry grin. “I told you I needed the video as proof.”
Akechi’s hand spasmed like he couldn’t decide between pulling away and returning Akira’s grip.
“But I wasn’t lying. I meant everything I said. I…” Akira took a deep breath. “I love you Goro. Imagining you with someone else, not having you in my life these past two weeks, was painful. I don’t ever want to go through that again.”
Akechi turned back to him. His cognac eyes had a wary hope in them, like a dog that had been kicked before but wanted to trust that this touch wouldn’t hurt him. He reached out his other hand so that both of their hands were linked together.
“You said a lot of things that night.” He mumbled.
“And I meant all of them. Let me make it up to you, Goro, please. I don’t want to lose you.”
“I… I believe you.” Akechi took a deep breath. “One of the things you said was that you wanted to play chess every day with me.”
“I do. I’ll make you coffee and you can try to distract me from taking your rooks by playing footsie under the table.” Akira breathed stepping closer.
“You said that you would go bouldering with me.” Akechi shifted his hands up Akira’s arms to his shoulders.
“I will, name a time and place and I’ll be there.”
“You said that you wanted me to come to Shujin’s school festival- as your date this time.” Akechi smiled, running his warm hands from Akira’s shoulders to his waist and hugging him close.
“I do,” Akira sighed into Akechi’s temple. He placed a quick kiss there before continuing. “You can come with me to a shitty maid cafe and we can go to all the dumb haunted houses and take the couple’s love challenges. We’ll win, of course.”
“Of course.” Akechi echoed. He shifted to lay his head against Akira’s shoulder, his warm breath puffing against Akira’s neck. “You also said that next time you wanted me to fuck you so hard you couldn’t remember your own name.” He punctuated this statement with a pinch to Akira’s butt.
“I did?” Akira squeaked.
“Yup.” Akechi replied popping the ‘p’. “You also just now said that you want to make up your blunder to me. Or,” he pulled back, batting his eyelashes innocently at Akira. “Was that a lie?”
“I wasn’t lying.” Akira leaned forward to kiss Akechi softly. His lips were as warm as he dreamed (remembered?). “I’m the only one who can keep up with you remember?” He said once they pulled apart.
Akechi grinned salaciously and gave his ass a quick slap. “We will have to test that, last time you copped out early on me to throw up.”
“I did?” Akira said with horror.
Akechi grimaced. “There’s a reason that video cuts off early. Your stomach couldn’t handle the tumble, and when you didn’t call me the next day I thought…” He trailed off. “Well, no matter. We can make up for lost time now.”
“R-Right now?” Akira asked fearfully. “Aren’t Sae and Makoto here?” Akechi fastened his hand around Akira’s wrist when he tried to step back.
“Last time you weren’t bothered by all of Ann’s party guests milling about.”
“That’s different-”
“Shame.” Akechi winked. “I’d even let you film it. Unless you’re satisfied with my interviews.”
Akira gaped. “How did you-” Akechi rolled his eyes and started dragging Akira towards the room he used wherever he spent the night at the Nijima’s apartment.
“Please, you really think that Futaba magically found my sex tape? We have a tacit agreement.”
Akira gasped. “I knew it! You are her Black Condor inspo.”
“Duh, you think I’d really let her ship my rival with someone else?” He tossed Akira down on the bed and crawled on top of him.
“Rivals? I thought we were boyfriends now.” Akira said with a grin.
“We can be both, I won’t accept anything less than your best.” Akechi said, caging in Akira with his arms.
“How do rival boyfriends fuck then?”
“I’ll show you.” Akechi said dropping down to kiss Akira deeply.
X
You used me.
Oracle
Kinda your fault for thinking Akechi was dumb enough to have his sex tape uploaded on the internet tbh.
>:(
I thought we were compatriots.
Oracle
Stop pouting I know you’re still with him right now. Now leave me alone and enjoy your IRL enemies to lovers fic.
And please keep any future sex tapes to yourselves for the love of god.