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Akutagawa stares up at the star-filled sky. The sky is so different out here in the middle of nowhere. It’s a firm reminder how far they are from the city, so Akutagawa is unable to appreciate it.
He looks over at his companion, the last person he wants to be lost in the woods with. Atsushi is frowning at his phone.
“No signal,” he announces with a sigh, and Akutagawa sneers.
“You can turn into a tiger. Run in one direction until you find some.”
Akutagawa plops down against a tree. The air is too fresh, the only sounds are of bugs and wind rustling through the trees. Atsushi is pacing back and forth, but the ground is too wet for the leaves to crunch.
“I wore myself out earlier,” Atsushi tells him when he finally snaps his phone closed and returns it to his pocket, “And I started feeling weird.”
Akutagawa sighs, “God, you’re so useless,” he yells, and Atsushi moves to stand in front of him, arms crossed.
“Well why don’t you use your ability to get us back to civilization?”
Akutagawa punches at the ground. He hits a hard tree root that was hidden by leaves and does his best not to grimace.
“I did more fucking work than you did,” he growls, “So if you’re tired, imagine how I feel.”
Atsushi sits down in front of him. Akutagawa glares.
“The Agency will find us,” he assures him.
“Or something else will.”
Akutagawa delights in the fear that takes over Atsushi’s expression. It doesn’t last long enough.
“All the more reason for us to conserve our strength,” Atsushi says with a small smile. All of Akutagawa’s happiness vanishes, “We should get some rest.”
An owl hoots in the distance, wind continues to rustle the leaves, and Akutagawa feels the wetness of the forest floor begin to seep through his trousers.
“It’ll be like camping,” Atsushi says, his tone much too positive for Akutagawa’s liking.
He starts gathering leaves into a shallow pile and then looks proudly at his makeshift, soggy bed.
Akutagawa rolls his eyes and takes off his coat to lay down underneath him. If he curls up he can avoid the ground completely.
“Good night,” Atsushi says as he makes himself comfy on his pile of leaves.
Akutagawa sighs before replying, “Fuck you.”
He thinks he sleeps a good couple hours before the cold wakes him. Or maybe not just the cold. Atsushi is missing from his shitty bed of leaves, and Akutagawa can hear heavy, inhuman breathing.
He grips onto his coat tightly, ready to make use of Rashomon as soon as he can see the threat in the faint moonlight, but his eyes don’t need to adjust to see the near-glowing form of Atsushi’s white tiger.
“Atsushi,” he calls out, voice soft and raspy from sleep.
The beast is circling him, eyes fixed to him like he’s stalking prey. It’s a mesmerizing sight, as beautiful as it is terrifying.
Their eyes meet, and the tiger -- Atsushi -- comes to a sudden stop. Akutagawa has no idea how in control Atsushi is of his ability right now. He’d said earlier that he’d started feeling weird. Maybe the tiger’s hungry. Maybe Akutagawa is its meal.
He should use Rashomon; he could beat him right here, once and for all, and he’d even be able to say it wasn’t him who started it. But, really, no one would believe that, especially not Dazai.
It wouldn’t be a fair fight right now, if Atsushi wasn’t in control. He hates that he doesn’t know if it would be in his favor or Atsushi’s.
Not to mention, there’s something almost hypnotizing about the tiger’s eyes. He feels trapped, rooted in place, and oddly relaxed.
He lets go of his coat, lets the tiger approach him, reaches out a hand to touch him. His fur is so warm and soft, so comforting, Akutagawa wants him closer.
Atsushi doesn’t need him to voice his wants; the tiger moves even closer, until it’s looming over him. Akutagawa feels breathless, looking up at the magnificent creature. His hand tightens in the fur, and Atsushi leans down to nuzzle him.
His whiskers tickle at Akutagawa’s face, and he can’t stop the smile that blooms on his face. Why does he want to stop it? He can’t remember now.
His other hand moves to one of the tiger’s strong legs. He runs it up and down the shorter fur there. The strength underneath his touch makes his breath quicken. This is a dangerous beast, a strong, beautiful creature, but Akutagawa doesn’t feel fear. What he does feel should frighten him, but instead he feels safe (and excited).
The tiger licks at his neck and pulls a gasp from Akutagawa. Despite the beast’s gentleness there’s still a scratch to it; it still pulls at his skin ever so slightly. When it licks him again Akutagawa whimpers, and when he pulls away he tries to chase him upwards with his hands in his fur. He’s gently headbutted back down.
Their eyes meet again, and Akutagawa is met with the undeniable truth that this is Atsushi. Atsushi driven by some deep need caused by his ability but still Atsushi. When Akutagawa whimpers out his name he’s rewarded with a nuzzle to his neck.
In any other state, he would’ve hated that this realization brought a new spark of pleasure with it, but the needs of Atsushi’s tiger seem to be affecting him too and no shame comes.
Instead, there’s just a burning desire that has him shoving off his shoes and tugging down his trousers under Atsushi’s intense gaze.
He strips himself completely, doesn’t want clothes getting in the way of feeling Atsushi against him. He wants to be covered completely by the beast, be surrounded by it’s warm fur and intoxicating scent.
Atsushi makes a pleased grumble when he flips onto his stomach, completely bare for the beast’s eyes. He moves up on his knees and spreads his legs, groans at the feeling of Atsushi's stomach fur brushing against him as he moves backwards to get a proper look at him. There’s another pleased grumble and then Akutagawa feels the tiger’s soft nose against his cheeks. He sighs contently and spreads his legs further, arching his back until his ass is at the perfect level for the beast.
His erection has been an afterthought until he feels the tiger’s rough tongue against his balls and hole. Now he can’t help but be fully aware of his painful arousal. Atsushi’s tongue feels larger on his backside than it did on his neck, hotter too.
He hears Atsushi growl, so he reaches back to spread his cheeks to give the tiger better access. He feels so much more sensitive now that he’s exposed. Between the rough, wet tongue and the warm puffs of the tiger’s breath, there’s not a moment of escape from the pleasure. The whimpers into his coat increase tenfold, and his cock is dripping.
He keens when Atsushi nips at his ass, shakes with anticipation when he noses his hand away, and yelps when he full on bites his cheek. It was a gentle bite, but there’s still the unmistakable sting of air against broken skin. Atsushi lets the blood fall down his thigh before licking it up, then laps at the cut.
Akutagawa is shaking, feels like he’s going to collapse under Atsushi any minute now, and he almost does when he licks between his legs, his rough tongue covering his cock this time. It’s so much, and there’s still anticipation bubbling through Akutagawa.
He’s certain Atsushi means to fuck him, and he doesn’t think he’ll find relief until he does.
When he whimpers out a, “Please,” he doesn’t think Atsushi will acknowledge it, but, after another slow lick to his arousal, he feels the tiger moving to cover him.
He feels so small under the beast. His front paws seem so far away by the time he’s in position. Akutagawa pushes up onto his hands so he can feel his fur cover his back, but Atsushi scrunches up until he can push him down with his front paw.
Akutagawa whines but doesn’t try it again, instead he buries his face in his coat and waits. Atsushi licks at his neck and hair to calm him, and Akutagawa feels the tension leave him before coming back viscously at the feel of Atsushi pushing into him.
His cock is smaller and thinner than he expected, but it’s still a painful stretch, and Atsushi isn’t giving him time to adjust. His cock throbs at the pain, and Akutagawa’s mouth goes dry at just how much he enjoys it.
Atsushi’s cock gets larger the further he pushes in, and the painful stretch is accompanied by a new pain from what feels like spikes against his insides.
He whimpers pathetically and his fingers grip the earth beneath his coat. Atsushi doesn’t give him time to get used to this new feeling before he’s fucking him. His movements are fast and relentless, and Akutagawa is met with white hot pleasure from almost every thrust, even the ones that don’t hit that spot inside him.
Akutagawa’s whimpers and yelps mix with Atsushi’s grunts and growls in a juxtaposing symphony, too quiet to disturb the forest around them but so very loud to Akutagawa’s ears.
Just as he feels like he’s gotten used to the pain of the fucking, Atsushi leans down and bites him. His scream cuts through the quiet forest night, causes a wave of other noises from animals scampering away or being rudely awakened. Atsushi is unaffected by the noises, and with his grip on Akutagawa’s neck he lifts him until his fingers can barely touch the ground.
He feels a new kind of helplessness like this, and Atsushi fucks him deeper than before. It excites him enough that his cock is dribbling relentlessly. He feels like he should’ve cum by now, this is more intense than anything he’s ever experienced, but it’s like the buildup never stops, never releases.
He realizes his face is wet before he realizes he’s crying, tears of pleasure or pain or maybe both, he’s not sure. Atsushi doesn’t seem close to stopping, but Akutagawa doubts he’d know the sign if there were any. When Atsushi does release his neck from his jaws it’s unexpected, and his arms are too weak to act as anything but a cushion for his fall.
Atsushi’s roar creates another wave of noise through the forest. Akutagawa doesn’t feel him spill inside of him, but he feels the slow drag of his cock retreating. He whimpers at the loss and whines when Atsushi leaves him completely.
He’s still hard, painfully so, and the cold air on his cock, still wet from Atsushi’s saliva and his own precum, makes his body tense up with a shiver. He wants to collapse and rut against the ground, too worn out to even use his hand, but something is stopping him from moving from this position. He needs to stay like this.
The cold air is just as relentless to his used hole, and Akutagawa squeezes his eyes shut and wishes he had anything else to focus on. His mind is too fuzzy to distract him with thoughts, and even the pain from the bite at his neck feels miniscule compared to his aching cock and empty hole. He wants to be filled again, needs to be filled again.
When he finally manages to look over at Atsushi, the beast is grooming himself, like he’s some sort of giant housecat, but instead of laughing at how ridiculous he looks, pleasure courses through his body again.
Atsushi isn't done with him. He's going to mount him again. Akutagawa’s not sure how he knows this, but he does. It’s the only thing he can focus on. He has to stay like this for him. Has to make sure he’s ready to be used again. He’ll stay like this as long as Atsushi wants him to, as long as he needs him to.
Despite these thoughts, his body is unable to relax. His hardness is still painful, there’s something slowly dripping down his thigh, and he pushes his ass up further on reflex, feels the sting of failure that he wasn’t able to keep all of Atsushi’s seed inside him.
He needs to come back and fuck him again before it all falls out, he needs to push it back inside Akutagawa, fuck it deeper into him.
Atsushi finally looks over at him when he lets out a whine, louder than his constant stream of whimpering. All other noises catch in his throat when their eyes meet and Atsushi stalks back over.
He’s much faster to mount him this time. There’s no reassuring grooming or nuzzling, just fucking.
The feel of the barbs is still just as intense, and Akutagawa mewls at the pain. He tries to push himself up again, like before, and groans in excitement when Atsushi pushes him down with a heavy paw on his head. He’s pleasantly surprised when Atsushi keeps it there, keeping his head pinned to the ground, careful not to put too much weight on him, but it’s still enough that Akutagawa can feel his strength. Enough to remind him that he could crush him if he wanted to.
His orgasm ends up catching him by surprise. He’d gotten used to the constant build of pleasure, to the point he thought he’d never find release, and he swears he blacks out when it finally does happen.
When he’s coherent again, there’s a puddle of drool under him, and Atsushi’s paw is no longer forcing his head down. Even so, he’s incapable of moving.
Atsushi is still fucking him, but now each thrust brings a spark of pain instead of pleasure. Despite this, he doesn’t want him to stop. It’s not about his pleasure, he reminds himself, it’s about Atsushi’s. He can take what he wants from him, no matter how much it hurts.
Atsushi finishes with a roar once more, and this time Akutagawa lets himself collapse. He feels more worn out than he has after any fight, but also more fulfilled.
He falls asleep with a smile on his face, to the sight of Atsushi transforming back to a human.
When he wakes it’s to sunlight filtered through trees. He feels sore and in need of a shower. Even if the memories weren’t fresh in his mind there would be no denying the night’s events.
Atsushi is sitting with his legs folded under him, staring down at the ground and looking like he’s about to stand trial for murder. Akutagawa stares at him for a while, lets everything sink in. They fucked. Atsushi fucked him. And it was amazing. He’s too satiated to feel shame in that.
“We don’t talk about it,” he says, and Atsushi looks up from the ground with wide eyes.
He listens to him stammer through a lengthy apology as he finds his clothes. They’re all stained with mud and more, but Akutagawa puts them on all the same. The worst of the mess is on him and his coat.
He turns to the still stammering Atsushi with a murderous expression, “Shut up.”
“It’ll never happen again,” Atsushi tells him.
Akutagawa thinks it definitely should.