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Light fluorescent lights shone overhead in the luggage compartment; cascading a soft yellow glow upon the seats. Underneath lay two men. A man of 18, white hair unevenly cut, his belt repeatedly wrapped around him before it lay hanging in the air. Across from him and on the other side of the car lay another man, black hair accented with white at the tips. A black coat floating around him. A scowl painted on his face, as he looked boredly out of the window.
Dazai had told Atsushi and Akutagawa of their recent mission. It was simply to get files from a secure building. It wasn’t a hard mission at all. The Port Mafia had become a bit gentler after the truce with the ADA. This led to Mori deciding it would be a great idea to give his workers breaks. However, like the stubborn bastard he is, Akutagawa immediately refused and then sought out work to do. Mori eventually won though it was only because he convinced Akutagawa that it was a mission and not a vacation in disguise.
However, this building was a far distance from Yokohama. The fastest way to get there was a train and even then it would take two days. Atsushi and Akutagawa initially refused the case.. though their refusal was less formal and more shrieks of horror at the thought of being together on a mission for 4 whole days at least.
The two finally relented after mere minutes of arguing as Dazai promised that he would be proud of Akutagawa if he went and he would do a week’s worth of paperwork for Atsushi.
Honestly, it was shocking how easy it was to keep their relationship from the others. They just pretended that they were still enemies aka pining for the other and nobody batted an eye. However, Ranpo definitely knew: given the numerous side eyes he sent him when he complained about Akutagawa.
That brought him to the horrid dilemma Atsushi faced while Akutagawa was being the hot asshole he always was.
Atsushi leaned back against the cold backrest seeping into his think t-shirt. He stared up at the ceiling watching the little buttons blink, he momentarily glanced out of the window, cherishing one of the few times he got to go someplace far and how comforting it was to be going there in the familiar transport of a train. While his mind tried to wander on to other thoughts, he had to continually refocus on the presence, trying to keep his expression innocent as if he were just a normal passenger. His eyes moved on their own quickly finding Akutagawa. He seemed bored looking out of the window. But in his hand, in his palm lay the remote. The remote that was making Atsushi want to die. Akutagawa seemed to realize Atsushi was looking at him and let out a small cough before quickly turning his head so that he was facing Atsushi, a smirk instantly forming on his mouth.
Without a word or warning, the soft vibration in his ass became stronger. Directly onto his prostrate, creating a blinding white-hot sensation. Pleasure slammed into him, his toes curling up while he struggled to keep the mask of innocence on. His breathing quickened and his heart raced. Breathing slowly became a difficult feat as the sensation seemed to go on forever.
Despite biting his lip to contain most of his noises to himself, small whimpers and gasps softly entered the train. Two people sitting near him gave him a worried look to which he responded by coughing into his arm.
He looked over at Akutagawa who was looking concerned. Akutagawa then signed the word for color. Atsushi internally groaned, yes he appreciated that Akutagawa asked for his consent with the color system but why can’t he be nice and reduce the vibrations so that he could sign easily? Atsushi glanced over at Akutagawa, realizing that no, unless he sent him the safeword, Akutagawa wasn’t going to stop the vibrations so he could sign easily. The safeword was just a simple open hand, all fingers outstretched, a basic stop symbol. Yet, it took him ten seconds, panting, whimpers barely being blocked by his elbow before he could sign the word green. His hand shook as he signed, thankfully the sign for green included his hand mostly in a fist except for two fingers so that he could squeeze his fist in an attempt to control himself.
As Akutagawa acknowledged his sign with a nod, Atsushi looked down at his lap. It was a big mistake as it reminded him about how his cock wished for freedom and to cum. But Akutagawa told him that if he even accidentally came he would be tortured with the vibrator for the rest of the night. No matter how disobedient Atsushi likes to be, he wouldn’t want to be tortured with the vibrator… well maybe sometimes… but definitely not right before a mission.
After a minute, Akutagawa seemed to have taken pity on him and lowered it two notches. Not as soft as it was in the beginning but enough that he wouldn’t lose control.
After the vibrations decreased, Atsushi sank back into the seat. His lungs grappled at the air before him, trying to calm his heart and breathing. His head thumped into the head of the chair under him with a soft woosh. His muscles relaxed largely as they were granted a reprieve from the overwhelming stimulation.
However, while many parts of his body could relax, his cock continued to be terrorized by the rough material of his underwear. It created a prison for his cock which reached out straining to be freed and granted a reprieve. He knew without looking down that it was bright red and he could feel the precum ruining his boxers. He wished to remove the sticky pants and boxers, but alas they were in the middle of a train for another half hour and public indecency would probably get them jailed.
At least Akutagawa didn’t decide to play with him on the first day of the train. He would have been dying from the torture by now. The plan was once they landed in the city, they would head to a hotel where they would spend the night. Then tomorrow they would head to the building where they would find the documents. It’s an abandoned building so there shouldn’t be anyone to stop them. After that, they would stay the night at the hotel and review the documents and see if anything was very important for the Port Mafia and the ADA to deal with immediately. So the day after tomorrow they would be heading back.
A rush of vibrations interrupted his thought process, his hips jutting out and a small gasp leaving his throat. Thinking about the future was a bad choice given that as soon as Akutagawa realized he was zoning out, he immediately increased the vibration level.
Atsushi glared at Akutagawa, but Akutagawa didn’t seem apologetic at all. As the train stopped for another town, during the chaos of people leaving and entering, Atsushi continued to shudder in pleasure and agony from the vibrations until he felt a hot breath breathing down his neck. He cautiously looked behind him, subconsciously expecting Akutagawa’s presence.
Akutagawa’s rich voice echoed through his eardrums. It was deep and sexy and didn't help his hard-on. Akutagawa walked back around the seat behind Atsushi and then slid into the seat beside him. Then without a warning, he lifted Atsushi and disposed of him on his lap.
“Good boy,” Akutagawa’s voice said, causing a silent moan to leave Atsushi’s mouth from unsuspected praise. Akutagawa’s hands reached around Atsuhi’s hips before they joined together and rested on Atsushi’s stomach. “You’re taking this soo well” he continued before his voice softened as he checked in once more, “Color?” “Green, so green” Atsushi mumbled, leaning into the warm embrace of Akutagawa. The one thing Atsushi loved about Akutagawa was how was and cozy he hugged. And how once he was in his embrace, the world quickly faded away. It was just the both of them, no one else was around.
Buzzzzzz!
Of course, he forgot about the damned vibrator. One day he was going to use it on Akutagawa and torture him with it. Though honestly, he could admit to himself, that he probably would only do that if he wanted to receive a big punishment. Fuck just the thought of it got him soo aroused.
Atsushi was jolted out of his thoughts by the warm hand that encased around his neck. It grounded him to the sensations of the vibrator while making Akutagawa appear to be an innocent lover kissing him. He shuddered in his grasp, his toes curling in his shoes, sweat rolling down his forehead. He was deprived of oxygen and his prostate was being tortured by the vibrator. He just needs a little more and then he’ll fall off the edge. He started moving on Akutagawa’s lap grinding into him. The pressure was building, overwhelming him with a cloud of white.
Empty… Akutagawa moved away, lifting him slightly so that he couldn’t even grind onto him. Fuck his mind screamed, a whine leaving his mouth, soft enough to be only heard by Akutagawa.
“Remember, darling, only I can allow you to come” Akutagawa sternly whispered, his breath tickling the side of his neck. Atsushi shivered from his voice, breath, and the intensity of his gaze. He was watching him as if Atsushi was worth more than the world.
Suddenly the vibration increased to the highest speed, and Atsushi’s mouth fell open, his eyes rolling back. Akutagawa turned him around so that only he could see his expression, and the other passengers were once again unaware of the indecent things they were committing. A blinding white pain/pleasure enveloped Atsushi, his toes curling up, a burning feeling deepening in his feet. His body tried to curl up, to help the vibrator touch his prostate even more, but Akutagawa held him in place. Shudders swept his body, his hands shaking in need. A desperate whisper escaped his unhinged self, only loud enough to be heard by Akutagawa.
“Pl-please s-ir, ple-ease let me come!” Atsushi looked up into the eyes of Akutagawa, whose eyes were soft before he whispered in a gentle chide, “Sorry love, no can do,” his hand left its position around Atsushi’s waist heading towards his pocket. Atsushi’s eyes widened in realization, still suffering from the harsh torturous jolts of pleasure from below, he stammered out, “Pl-ease s-i-ir, I need to come.” Akutagawa turned a deaf ear to his cries as he continued his actions quickly turning off the vibrator. Atsushi cried out in frustration, his face in Akutagawa’s shoulder was the only reason they didn’t get caught.
Akutagawa looked into his eyes with an intensity deeper than the sun, a possessive smile evident on his face. “You may not come, darling, you need nothing, you just receive what I give you. You are mine to love, cherish, punish, and claim.” Atsushi shuddered at both the claims of love as well as the claims of dominance between them.
Time seemed to run forever for Atsushi as he was tormented by either the overuse of the vibrator or the lack of simulation when Akutagawa turned it off. Akutagawa on the other hand felt like time was running from them as they would soon have to leave this and be forced to work as if they were enemies and find the documents. For the next twenty minutes before they arrived at their destination, they tortured each other with need.
As soon as the clock reached 3 pm, the bell rang for their stop, and they had finally arrived. They slowly exited the train, both hiding their hard-ons under their long coats that added to the already existing sweat piling on their bodies from the strong self-control they displayed while getting teased by the other's actions.
Akutagawa took the lead, naturally as he wasn't dissociating out of the world as Atsushi was. After a mere 10 minutes of walking, they arrived at the hotel they would be staying at for the next week. They entered the building to the sight of a beautiful brown sofa with a large-screen TV across from it. Then beside it lay a bar and a table full of teas.
As he scanned through the teas he was shocked to see that there was fig tea. His mouth started watering in anticipation but first he had to check them in and then tease Atsushi before he could fuck him. Then before they left for the mission he could enjoy some of this fig tea.
He quickly led Atsushi to the front desk where he checked them in. They received their key and left to the fourth floor before entering their room. As the door closed behind them, Akutagawa leaned down and whispered in a low deep voice, “I want you naked on the bed sweetheart!” He paused for a moment before continuing, “Position 3 darling.”
Atsushi shivered as the sexy whisper before he immediately complied heading towards the bed as Akutagawa started unpacking one of the bags in the main entrance of their room.
Atsushi immediately stripped throwing his clothes hazardously, creating a gigantic mess of the place. He started to climb onto the bed before he was stopped by a sharp click of the tounge from Akutagawa. Atsushi froze, his head beating out of his chest, he knew he was being naughty but honestly he wanted a punishment and would do anything to get it.
Atsushi, continued moving… onto the bed instead of off to put away the clothes he had thrown off. Akutagaea clicked again somehow it came out in a stern tone making Atsushi shiver in need.
Atsushi froze for a moment before resolving himself to go through with his decision. He continued moving toward the center of the bed, ignoring the sharp eyes following his every movement.
“Position 2” Akutagawa called out, an undertone of anger present in his voice.
Atsushi gulped, a chill racing down his spine.
“Yes sir,” he muttered, his cock dripping from excitement, his pupils opened wide.
Atsushi slowly sat down with his knees before straightening his back and bending over so that his head reached the mattress. His wrists overlapped each other on his back as if tied by an invisible robe. His ass felt freezing despite the heat surrounding the rest of his body. He felt so exposed knowing Akutagawa could see his ass and his hole.
He shivered as a wave of air moved around him. Without any warning his hair was grabbed from the side, tugging his head harshly up. Although, his head was pulled up, he kept his eyes down, staring into the mattress, a show of submission despite his rebellion earlier.
A chuckle rose from beside him, dark and deep. Accompanied by another pull of his hair.
“Hmm i see you’re trying to behave now, aren’t you pet” Akutagawa’s voice called out, dark and foreboding.
Atsushi shivered once more at the dark tone that increased as Akutagawa once again spoke.
“Too bad you already stuck with ur misbehavior, I see no mercy to give you” he said before he dropped Atsushi’s hair leaving him to collapse back onto the bed.
A whine left Atsushi’s mouth, echoing in the otherwise silent room. A sound seemingly unheard of by the other given the lack of reaction by Akutagawa. Or at least the lack of outwardly reaction, ignoring the increasing bulge in his pants. A shuffling sounded from the side, a deliberate noise. After all, no student of Dazai’s didn’t know how to move silently in a room.
The shuffling stilled, the apprehension once again encompassing Atsushi. What seemed to be minutes passed before a harsh whistle echoed through the room before pain spiked in his ass.
A yelp ran out of Atsushi’s mouth, one of his hand leaving the position to fend off the danger. His hand was quickly grabbed in a warm calloused hand that could only belong to Akutagawa.
Another spank landed on the other cheek inciting a smaller squeak as Atsushi tried to control his noises.
A silence echoed between them with only Atsushi’s breathing sounding between them.
A rough leather like material enveloped Atsushi’s wrists, holding them together, bound, in Akutagawa’s control. A hand pushed down on the bounded hands, before another whistle echoed and despite Atsushi’s attempt to quiet his noises… another yelp echoed through the room.
“Oh I love all the noises you make… I love them” another spank landed on Atsushi’s ass, leaving him gasping “Your misbehavior is music to my ears… but I know you will have wished you had been my good boy.”
Akutagawa’s eyes lit up in mischief as he landed another spank on Atsushi’s ass before he moved backwards, leaving Atsushi to shiver in the cold.
Soon a dark cold fabric was lowered onto Atsushi’s face — a blind fold, that was soon secured as Akutagawa tied it in the back.
As Atsushi’s vision fell away, he became acutely aware of the vibrator that, while now turned off, was still inside of him.