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Tanizaki Junichiro has never really been the person in front of someone else’s mind- other than his sister, that is. Naomi is always there just as he is always there for her.
Both of them had always been there for each other, long before they joined the agency and long before anyone realized they needed help.
Their father had a bit of a problem with Junichiro, angry that their mother had passed on her Ability to their “disgraceful son”. Junichiro had been fine, he’d been dealing with it okay. Whatever his father thought didn’t matter because at the end of the day, he had Naomi.
Naomi had always been a very affectionate person with him. Losing their mother so young had created a bit of a rift in his sister’s mind. When she started becoming... closer to Junichiro, she always said that his colder skin reminded her of their mother.
Junichiro hadn’t really graduated high school when his father threw him out. The man’s reason was, apparently, “no man should ever be as whiny as you are- this is what my dumb bitch of a wife created when she left you her girly Ability.” Tanizaki’s teacher was arrested for statutory rape that same week. Kunikida Doppo was the person who took his statement.
There was only one month left of his high school career by that time and Junichiro was swamped between couch surfing with a few of his friends, studying for finals, and getting a job.
It was obvious that there was no way he’d be able to go to university after his father threw him out so he had no other options, especially if he wanted to help Naomi get out from their father’s house.
Kunikida-san, thanks to his ideals, had gone to the Tanizaki house to talk with Junichirou’s father about pressing charges against a teacher- the man had said no, “stupid boy probably enjoyed it, shame the woman is being taken for something so stupid.”
Naomi snapped that day, as Kunikida later on told Junichiro. His sister had been dealing with their father’s comments on how if Junichiro was, “going to be a fuckin man-whore,” then the least he could’ve done was, “enjoy it.”
Junichirou wasn’t there for any of it, and he’s thankful for it. Junichiro knows he probably ruined his teacher’s career and, well, life. He feels guilty about it every day of his life.
His place in the school had already been threatened, the faculty growing more and more annoyed with each failing grade Junichiro handed in. The school specialized in academics, exactly what Junichiro hated.
He’d never been particularly good in mathematics. His mother used to sit down next to him and explain it concept by concept until his tangled brain made any sense of it. When she died, so did any grade above a low C in his math classes.
Obviously, when the school had threatened to expel him, he went to his math teacher for help. Her help was- not what he expected but he went along with it. A few months later, someone found out and they went to an Agency with it, then Kunikida happened.
His grade never really got any higher and his teacher got arrested so, not really the brightest decision of his life.
At least, after Kunikida realized what kind of place they lived in, he promised to help. Three days later after Junichirou’s graduation, he was settling in to the first day on the job with the ADA and his sister and him were moving into a two bedroom apartment a few streets away.
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Junichiro has his head laying on his arms. He’d finished doing the paperwork from his last case around an hour ago and now he’s been listening to Ashnikko for the past hour.
Feeling bored and listening to music has him feeling lazy and horny so he put his head on his arms around half an hour ago. Truthfully, he’s been contemplating the perks of using Light Snow to have sex in public which hasn’t been helping his dilemma any. The idea is very tempting.
In theory, as long as he manages to stay concentrated throughout it then he can keep them both hidden. That means he probably won’t be able to do much himself , but he can definitely eat someone out or give them head without anyone finding out.
Junichiro licks his lips a little, imagining eating someone out under a restaurant table while everyone around them is none the wiser. The thought shouldn’t turn him on as much as it does, but ooh boi.
He purses his lips and wonders who would be willing to defile a restaurant with him. Dazai-san is immediately out, the man is too wild and Kunikida is definitely out. Junichiro winces a bit at the thought of Kunikida doing something so...like that. It’s almost enough to kill his mood, almost .
He groans and raises his head to look around the office. Ranpo-san is another no, Atsushi is cute and all but Junichiro likes being topped so that’s a no too.
Sweeping his eyes around the room, they land on Haruno. Not going to lie, he briefly considers it. Then the woman looks his way and smiles at him, he immediately feels like trash. The woman has an obvious thing for Naomi that nobody mentions and Junichiro isn’t about to ruin said thing for his sister.
He slumps down again and just decides that he’ll just go out to a club after work. He’ll get drunk, get laid, and hope his hangover isn’t too bad for the dreadful Saturday shift he has the next day. Friday nights were made to get laid and no weekend shift will change that.
With his mind made up, he slumps against his desk again with a pout. Now he has to construct something believable so he can convince Naomi to let him out the door that afternoon, which is way louder than it sounds.
“Tanizaki-san,” he snaps his head up, suddenly realizing that there are people staring at him. He tries to hold back a blush (he fails) and takes his headphones out, turning towards Atsushi with a sheepish laugh.
“Yes?” He looks questioningly at Atsushi who’s looking at him with a curious look on his face and really, he really shouldn't be trying to deduce what Junichirou was thinking about for the last hour now.
Atsushi’s face clears and he stands up from his desk, “a new client just walked in, the others are waiting for us over there.” He points towards where the couches are situated on the office, Junichiro blushing once he realizes that most of them are staring at him.
Clearing his throat, he stands up and starts walking towards where the others are seated, pretending not to notice Kunikida’s exasperated look. Junichiro smiles and stands next to Naomi, who immediately smirks at him and puts her arm around his waist.
“Oh, brother~, why are you blushing huh?” Naomi’s teasing words make the blush on his face intensify. He pretends not to see Ranpo’s wicked smirk and ignores the horror he feels creeping up, if Ranpo knows that means everyone will know in less than three seconds.
“Oh! Uh- haha, I was just, you know, distracted, so I didn’t hear you guys um, anyways, it’s whatever, uh,” he turns distractedly towards their new client and throws a strained smile, “hello, sir.”
He really was not expecting what he saw when he turned around. The man has a broad back and his skin is dark in a way that is almost never seen in Japan. Even sitting down, the man is tall and his face is chiseled- that face should be illegal .
Junichiro clears his throat and smiles widely, pretending for all intents and purposes that he did not just get like ten times hornier for this man. If that man asked Junichiro to bend over right then and there he would, fuck his dignity.
The man’s face is serious until Junichiro looks him in the eyes where the man’s face turns immediately into a smirk. Oh fuck, that’s hot .
The man’s face twitches in amusement and Junichiro is immediately suspicious. Does he have something on his shirt?
The unthinkable happens.
Just as Junichiro is about to look down at his shirt and investigate whether he has a food stain on his shirt, the man says something, “ah don’t worry, there’s nothing wrong with your shirt.”
Junichiro flinches and looks up again at the man, pretty sure he didn’t say that out loud. Everyone else around them stops as well as the man speaks. His voice is deep and accented, everything Junichiro didn’t know he needed until right that second.
Kunikida clears his throat and Junichiro immediately turns to look at him, unnerved from the man sitting in front of them.
“I’ve received your emails about the case and understand it’s classified but if you would like to elaborate further so we can know some of the basics,” Kunikida’s voice is perfectly calm and Junichiro takes a bit of calm from that. Even the man with zero chill is calm at the moment, so Junichiro can do the same for five minutes.
The man nods and clears his throat (even that sounds hot, what-), “I work at a law firm not too far from here and recently one of our clients was found dead
“Police said it was a suicide but the woman never really struck me as the type so I decided to get a bit involved, we were going against her abusive boyfriend, so after a bit of asking around I found out the man used a small street gang to get her killed,
“I know that but I just need you guys to find incriminating evidence,” the man’s eyes turn seriously towards Kunikida and his voice sounds strangely heartfelt. Or maybe his accent just made it all even better but Junichiro is not focusing on that right now.
It’s Naomi who speaks next, her hand tightening around Junichiro’s waist as she addresses the man, “but if you know that’s what happens then shouldn't you already have the evidence to show the police to at least get them started on a case?”
Junichiro’s eyebrows draw up because, yeah, that’s a really valid question actually .
The man chuckles sheepishly and rubs the back of his head, “well, I have an ability and it basically lets me see what a person is thinking when I look into their eyes,
“I talked to the ex boyfriend and a few of the gangs around the place and I know he was responsible for it but they’re not really being honest about it. The police also closed the case already but I don’t think that’s really fair when I know the truth,” the man explains.
Junichiro feels ready to faint right that second but manages to hold it back because this case is serious, damnit. So what if the man knew Junichirou was thinking about the man bending him over, whatever, it’s fine.
He takes a deep breath and lets it out softly, the blush in his cheeks becoming darker by the second as the man and Kunikida continue talking about the case, Ranpo joining in curiosity.
Naomi snickers next to him at his face and leans close to whisper, “what was going through your head that you’re blushing so hard?” Naomi giggles at him again and Junichiro feels his face scrunch up in pain because this situation is painful .
“Nothing,” he whispers back, knowing before he said it that Naomi wouldn’t believe him and would continue to pester him over it. She snorts but doesn’t ask again, probably waiting for another moment when he’s more likely to answer.
The man leaves after a while, and Junichiro has no idea what’s happening but the man turns towards him with a smirk and leaves out the door. Did he just hallucinate all of that? Fuck. Oh shit, that was real.
He brushes a shaking hand through his hair and exhales a shaky breath. Everything will be fine, someone will go work the case and he’ll never have to see tall, dark, and handsome again.
“Tanizaki-san and Ranpo-san, you two will work the case tomorrow morning,” Kunikida-san’s voice shatters any hopes left inside Junichiro and he feels the same burning sensation in the back of his eyes as when he’s about to cry. Like now, he’s about to cry right now .
“ Please , no,” the words leave his mouth before he can make the conscious decision to say them or filter them. Shit, fuck, fuck.
Kunikida-san stops where he was walking towards his desk and Junichiro has the distinct feeling he did something wrong as the man glowers at him.
“Excuse me?”
Junichiro is about to respond, a pitiful thing it was going to be most likely, before Naomi bursts out laughing.
“Hahah! What were you thinking about when you looked at him, huh? Did you immediately think of his dick too, that’s so embarrassing, at least I didn’t look at him, hahaha!” Naomi’s voice is loud and Junichiro feels ready to ascend until he burns to a crisp on the sun.
Everyone in the office is staring at them, between Junichiro’s beet-red face and Naomi’s unhinged cackles. He hears Kunikida’s pen snapping and hides his face in his hands, not willing to face anyone or anything ever again.
“Tanizaki! You must apologize to that man tomorrow as soon as he steps foot inside the office! This is unacceptable-,” Kunikida goes off in a rant and Junichiro simply checks out and rolls under his desk for a nap.
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When he’s finally allowed to leave work (he’s so thankful he managed to leave before Dazai-san arrived from his job) the first thing he does is go inside the shower and shave everywhere.
The plan was to take advantage of the Friday night status and he will . He needs to get blackout drunk to forget all about the utter embarrassment of the day.
He runs into his room and starts looking in the back corner of his closet where he has most of his going out clothes (a true testament to how little he goes out). He settles for a wine red loose button up and some high black leather pants.
He stares at himself in the mirror, unbuttons the first few buttons and adds a few necklaces to make the outfit pop. A pair of boots and a few rings later, he deems himself to look enough like a fuckboy that he has high chances of getting laid.
He walks out of his room and into the kitchen, coming face to face with Naomi. She looks at him with an eyebrow raised and crosses her arms.
“You have an early shift tomorrow morning,” her voice sounds flat but Junichirou knows that she’s asking a question in a borderline menacing way. Oh well.
“Yeah,” he nods and goes to the fridge and pulls out the bottle of vodka he always has stored in there. Their fridge always has vodka, wine, and beer. Naomi thinks he doesn’t know she drinks his wine. She thought wrong, he just doesn’t really care as long as she doesn’t drink all of it . She can buy her own when she’s of age and drink her own wine.
He pulls out a shot glass from the cupboard and pours what is probably more than what a shot of vodka should have and slides it to Naomi. He takes a swing from the bottle.
“Bro!” Naomi’s exclamation has him looking at her and her face seems stuck between stern and laughing.
He lifts his eyebrow at her and points at the shot (double shot, more like) he poured her and Naomi rolls her eyes. She knocks it back and immediately cringes at the taste.
“Ugh, that’s disgusting, ew,” her face is still scrunched up and the transition to disgust it makes when Junichiro takes another swing from the bottle makes it all worth it.
“Did you dress up just to drink in the kitchen?” Her mouth lilts in amusement and Junichiro sticks his tongue out at her. It might be the alcohol already hitting his system mixing with the pettiness from earlier that day.
“I’m pregaming.”
“I thought pregaming was supposed to be a shot not half a bottle of vodka,” Naomi’s voice is sarcastic and just because of that he takes another long swing from the bottle.
Naomi tsks from where she’s standing across the counter and he laughs at her annoyed expression.
“Okay, bye, Naomi.”
“Be safe, don’t die, use condoms.”
“Bet.”
The walk to the club he was planning on going isn’t too far. It’s the one he goes to when none of his old high school friends are free and he’s just looking to get drunk and laid.
He walks in and sits at the bar, asking for something that says it has a special and waiting. When it comes back, it’s in a tall clear glass with a few cherries and decorations.
He blushes a bit at the girly looking drink but shrugs and takes a drink. He immediately coughs because okay, a drink that pretty should not taste so much of alcohol and sugar like that.
So then, he obviously buys three more of those and drinks them like the starved man he is.
Starved for that client’s dick-
He orders a shot.
After a while, he makes his way into the dancefloor and starts swaying a bit to the music. He recognizes the song but has no idea what it is. Soon enough, a girl with vibrant teal hair makes her way to him and gives him eyes . He smiles at her and grabs her hips, they start dancing, grinding a bit here and there (a lot) and the song changes to something even more moved.
The rhythm of this song is faster and repetitive, and the girl smirks at him, “what’s your name?”
Junichiro has to strain a bit to hear her over the music but he does okay, considering he’s really fucking drunk.
“Tanizaki Junichiro, you?” He has to scream to be heard back over the music and the girl laughs a bit, grabbing at his hips.
“Nishiyama Kyoko.”
Then that settles it. They keep dancing for a while longer together, before the girl drags him back to the bar and they order something more to drink.
They’re sitting in a booth towards the back now, Junichiro sipping on the same fruity drink from earlier and talking a bit. The people in the booth next to them are definitely having sex. Just a fun fact.
Kyoko (as she asked him to call her) starts cackling at the people next to them, who are definitely drunk and convinced that they’re being discreet.
“What the fuck , holy shit,” she laughs at them and Junichiro wipes tears from the corners of his eyes. He’d been trying really hard not to laugh at them but then Kyoko realized and now they’re both laughing in earnest at the couple’s expense.
“Okay, wait, kid, how old are you?” Kyoko’s voice becomes serious for a second and Junichiro smiles at her.
“Nineteen,” he laughs sheepishly when Kyoko gapes at him and looks at him suspiciously.
“I can’t tell if you’re lying to me dude, you look like you could be fifteen or twenty five,” Kyoko scratches at her teal hair and side eyes him playfully.
Junichiro huffs in amusement and raises an eyebrow, “what? Wanna see my ID?”
“Nah, nah, I’d rather not be aware just in case,” she shakes her head and throws back the rest of her drink.
Junichiro feels his lips quirk in confusion at the comment but shrugs it off. He’s not about to force his drunk brain to think .
A while later she drags him out to the dance floor again. Junichiro closes his eyes for a second, the room spinning a bit from all the alcohol and bodies moving around him and hands reach out to hold his hips.
He shrugs it off as Kyoko holding his hips but then his lagging brain realizes that the person is behind him, the hands are too wide to be Kyoko’s, and there’s a distinct thing poking his backside.
His eyes snap open and he comes face to face with Kyoko’s smirking face in front of him and he wiggles away from the body pressing close behind him. At the groan the other man lets out, Junichiro realizes that might’ve not been the brightest course of action.
He turns his head to the side to see a tall man behind him with a well groomed beard and a head of straight black hair. The man is smirking at him and Junichiro just stares back in confusion because, what part between him dancing with a woman and dancing with her gave this man the impression that Junichiro wanted him to rub his dick against his ass?
Kyoko smirks back at the man, and then Junichiro is really confused. She leans towards him until her mouth is right next to his ear, a shiver runs down his body.
“That’s my boyfriend.”
Oh.
Oh.
Holy fuck .
“Shit,” Junichiro feels his eyes widen and he stares at the girl in front of him, betrayed. Did she just do this out of some kink she has where her boyfriend rubs himself and then beats up the guys she seduces?
Junichiro starts calling on Light Snow when the man’s hands fondle at his thighs again and he leans close to his ear, “I don’t mind, just let me join in too.”
Junichiro is still reeling as the man starts to thrust his hard on against his ass. The feeling of the other man’s erection makes Junichiro blush and he bites his bottom lip because this is weird , he’s not into this.
Kyoko laughs again and starts dancing against his front again.
“We want a threesome, dude, is that chill?” Kyoko nips at one of Junichiro’s piercings and he gulps.
Whenever he wondered what a good way to ask someone to join in on a threesome would be, this didn’t even begin to cross the “maybe” list. Still, he did come over to get drunk and laid, and he’s already one of those.
He nods.
The man behind him grabs his hips and starts dancing with Junichiro’s backside pressed against his front. A blush makes its way to his face at the embarrassed feeling that engulfs him but he just shakes his head slightly to clear it a bit and keeps dancing with the couple.
A while later, they go back to the bar and the man introduces himself to Junichiro. He’d never had a man introduce himself after rubbing his dick all over his ass but oh well.
“The name’s Sana Katashi,” the man smirks, sipping at his drink and points at Junichiro’s drink, “a bit girly isn’t it?”
Kyoko scoffs at her boyfriend and swats at his chest, Junichiro just blushes and stutters a bit, “uh, well, it’s really good so.” He shrugs a bit at the man, hoping they’ll take his blush as him being really drunk -which he is- and washes down another gulp from his drink.
“So, what’s your name?” The man gets closer to Junichiro and puts a hand on his hip, Junichiro’s breath catching a bit from the action before he remembers that Sana asked him a question.
“Oh, um, Tanizaki Junichiro,” the man nods at him and looks up at Kyoko and chuckles.
“Good job, he’s cute,” Junichiro blushes at the man’s words and without further ado, ducks down and catches Junichiro’s mouth in a deep kiss.
Junichiro moans a little as Sana’s tongue delves deep into his mouth and he closes his eyes, bringing his hands up to pull at the man’s thick hair.
They make out for a while until Kyoko clears her throat next to them and Junichiro pulls away blushing. He opens his mouth to apologize when she dips down and shoves her tongue into his mouth. His eyes flutter closed and he kisses her back, trying to keep up with the aggressiveness with which the woman is kissing him.
He feels a hand brush against his clothed erection and whimpers a little. He’s so turned on it hurts but he’s also aware that they’re in a club where anyone can see them and he’s not exactly that into it now that he thinks about it better.
He pulls away from Kyoko, whose eyes are dark with want and swallows the remaining drink in his glass.
Sana pulls at both their hands and drags them towards the black of the club, they leave through a backdoor into the little side alley. Junichiro is immediately pushed against the wall by Sana. The man cups Junichiro’s hard on and starts rubbing it. Junichiro moans when he feels Kyoko’s mouth start sucking at his neck.
“Babe, think you can use your mouth on both of us?” Kyoko whispers, hot air hitting his ear and making him shiver. He gulps a little and nods hesitantly, he’s not really sure what she wants from him but he’ll do it.
Sana pushes him until he’s on his knees against the wall with both of them in front of him. Kyoko raises her mini skirt and pulls her underwear to the side, revealing her pink pussy.
Junichiro’s brain stops working and everything blurs together slightly. He’s pulled forward by Kyoko’s hand on his hair and he latches on to her pussy.
He licks at the woman’s clit and raises a hand to clumsily finger around her slit. He moves in further and tongues further down, dipping the tip of his tongue into the girl’s slit before retreating and going back to sucking on her clit.
He hears her moaning loudly and tries to forget that they’re in a public place where anyone can see them lest he get turned off. Honestly whatever crack earlier-today-him was on, thinking this would be enjoyable was way off.
He feels a wider hand grasp his hair roughly and pull him back. A little yelp leaves his mouth at the sudden pain but he’s silenced by a cock being roughly shoved in his mouth.
He immediately starts sucking the man off and takes a deep breath before swallowing around the member and getting his nose shoved in pubes. Never really that enjoyable, that’s why Junichiro shaves, but oh well.
Sana pulls back before shoving roughly back into his throat and continuing in a steady, violent rhythm. Junichiro moans loudly, turned on by being used like this and sucks harder at the other man’s cock.
Sana’s hips start stuttering until he grabs Junichiro’s hair and pulls him all the way into his dick and stays like that. He thrusts in shallowly without pulling away and Junichiro’s heart stutters because he can’t breathe.
Junichiro tries to whine but that only makes the man groan louder and hold onto his head tighter. Junichiro starts to panic and he opens his watering eyes to look for Kyoko. His vision starts swimming a bit around the edges as he zeroes on Kyoko’s face. She’s got her fingers moving roughly inside her but when she sees Junichiro looking at her she grabs Sana’s shirt and yanks him away.
As the dick pulls away from his throat, Junichiro starts coughing violently, his lungs demanding air faster than he can provide. As he takes a deep breath, he feels something liquid hit his face and has to close his eyes.
A groan from above him has him opening his eyes and he sees Sana, dick in hand, staring at Junichiro wide eyed.
“Dude, you give good head, fuck ,” he tucks his cock back into his jeans groans a little, spreading some of his cum on Junorichiro’s face.
He smiles a little, feeling it wobble a bit. He panicked hard during that so now his hands are just shaking slightly, but now everything’s fine. Sana probably just got lost in the moment. It’s fine.
Kyoko has started to finger herself again and Junichiro scoots forwards a bit, he looks at her asking for permission. The woman smirks before removing her fingers from inside herself and tangling them in Junichiro’s hair. He makes sure to not think about that and latches his mouth on Kyoko’s pussy, simultaneously moving his fingers inside her.
He curls his fingers towards the front and sucks harder on Kyoko’s clit, flickering it with his tongue as well.
After a few minutes, Kyoko comes, liquid spilling out of her pussy and down Junichiro’s chin. He laps it up and pulls away.
He looks up at both of them through his lashes and starts to stand up. His world blackens for a second and he tilts to the side only to be caught by Sana’s wide chest. He pats it.
“Nice,” he murmurs and leans against the man’s chest when he chuckles.
They exit the alley, Junichiro wipes his face as best as his inebriated hands can manage with his shirt and they stand by the sidewalk. A few minutes later, a yellow car rolls by and the couple pulls him into the backseat with them.
Junichiro leans against Kyoko’s shoulder and lets his eyes close slightly, only jolting once when Sana’s hand squeezes his hard cock through his pants. He moans but brushes the hand away, he really doesn’t want to subject the taxi driver to a sex scene on his back seat.
A few seconds later the hand is back and Junichiro pushes it away again, and again, and again. Finally, he’s a bit annoyed and opens his eyes to glare at the man beside him.
“Stop.”
Sana smirks before letting his hand fall high on Junichiro’s thigh. He eyes it skeptically before shrugging and letting his head fall back on Kyoko’s shoulder.
Five minutes later the hand starts back up but before he can begin moving his body, the car stops and the cab driver says something. Junichiro locks eyes with the man in the front seat and blushes a bit.
Both Sana and Kyoko leave through their respective doors and Junichiro is about to get out too when the cab driver says something to him. He doesn’t get it.
“Excuse me?”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you home? You seem kind of out of it to be going home with anyone,” the old man looks at Junichiro again through the rearview mirror and he feels frozen solid in place.
He looks up at the man, considers what he’s saying for a split second before Sana’s hand grabs his arms and yanks him out of the taxi.
“He’s fine, old man, we know each other,” Sana’s voice sounds gruff and annoyed as he glares at the old taxi driver and Junichiro feels his cheeks warm further as he stares at the old man’s face, scrunched up in worry.
“I’m good,” he nods at the taxi driver and immediately regrets it when his world tilts and he almost crashes to the floor. Sana grabs his middle and starts pulling him away towards a house and Junichiro hears the tell tale sign of a car pulling away.
Kyoko opens the front door and they walk in, Sana immediately walking them to the kitchen and dumping Junichiro on the kitchen counter.
“Nosy old man, holy shit,” Sana grumbles as he mouths at Junichiro’s neck and Junichiro only hums. His mind is far away suddenly, and he lets his eyes flutter closed.
A few seconds later, something cold touches his cheek and he flinches. He opens his eyes and sees Kyoko holding a glass full of something alcoholic. He eyes it for a few seconds before shrugging and grabbing it from her hands. He throws it back and scrunches his face at the paint thinner taste. He got way too used to his fruity drink at the bar.
Kyoko and Sana both laugh before he’s grabbed by the hips again and suddenly Sana is carrying him somewhere.
They go into a room and Junichiro is shoved into a soft bed giggling. He feels the room around him spin and snorts at how stupid the colors look. Honestly, being drunk is fun sometimes.
A bit of fumbling later, and Junichiro is only in his shirt with Sana licking at his dick and Kyoko’s boobs on his face. He laughs a little and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth.
He moans when Sana starts sucking at his dick in earnest and raises his hand to Kyoka’s loose teal hair to pull her closer to him. They make out for a few minutes, Junichiro whimpering into her mouth as Sana starts fingering his ass.
Kyoka pulls away from his mouth and grabs something before returning. She puts a condom on his dick and immediately sits on it. Junichiro moans loudly at the warmth engulfing his dick and thrust upwards a little.
Kyoka leans down towards his mouth and starts kissing him roughly again, her hips moving roughly on top of him. Somehow, they settle on a rhythm and Junichiro thrusts upwards with every downward slam of her hips.
Sana’s fingers hit Junichiro’s prostate dead-on and he feels his own breath catch on his chest. He moans loudly and that seems to communicate to Sana that he found his prostate because he starts slamming his fingers vigorously into that same spot. Junichiro feels his mind blank out, sweat running through his body at all the stimulation.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whimpers when Kyoko slams down again and stills, her walls clenching around his dick as liquid gushes around them. She gets up from his still hard dick and he whimpers when the cold air hits him.
“Babe, how ‘bout we tie him up?” Sana’s voice takes him a second to register and he feels a little apprehension curl up in his chest when he realizes what the other man meant.
“Huhh,” Junichiro groans, trying to get his tongue to work to say that no, he doesn’t really want to be tied up but apparently whatever he said sounded more like affirmation because in three minutes he’s being flipped into his stomach and shifted on the bed.
He groans again as the alcohol makes the room spin and he feels faint. Something clinks and next thing he knows, his forearms are being tied to the bed with metal cuffs.
The chain is long enough that Kyoko slides in right in front of him between his arms and places her legs over his arms. Junichiro leans against one of her thighs, his body feeling on the wrong side of flushed and his vision dancing.
He feels Sana moving behind him and he feels hands grasp at his thighs roughly. He’s shifted until he’s on his knees and forearms and there is a tongue sliding around his ass.
He flushes more in embarrassment and leans down until his mouth falls over Kyoko’s pussy and he starts licking at her opening. She sighs and puts a hand lightly against the back of his head and pushes him in gently.
He loses himself in the action and is almost letting his mind drift off when he feels something is definitely wrong back there. There’s pain for a second and he flinches forwards into Kyoka. His eyes are wide and he tries to look back at Sana who’s laughing behind him.
Kyoka growls something at Sana who just chuckles and pats lightly at Junichiro’s ass cheek, right before spanking him hard. He whimpers a bit and feels his cock jump at the feeling and Sana laughs again, slapping his other cheek with more force.
Junichiro whimpers against Kyoko’s cunt and ignores the tears falling down his eyes. This must be fun for Sana, Junichiro can do it for a bit if it gets him off.
The spanks stop and Junichiro relaxes for a split second before something is at his entrance and starts pushing in. Junichiro’s vision blanks out as Sana bottoms out, he feels a little sick and groans in displeasure.
Sana pulls out all the way before thrusting back in faster. His movements jerk Junichiro’s whole body and he feels extremely uncomfortable for a few seconds.
Kyoko’s hands are running through his hair but he feels smothered but every time he tries to say something the words just blend in his mouth and-
He shrieks when Sana thrusts violently in a weird angle. Tears leak out of his eyes and he lets his head fall against Kyoko’s thigh, his neck too weak to keep it up any longer.
“Katashi! Careful,” Kyoka hisses at her boyfriend and brushes Junichiro’s bangs out of his eyes where they fell with all the jerking.
Junichiro looks up at her, trying to communicate that he wants it to stop but the girl just smiles at him and keeps patting his head. He whimpers a little when Sana gives another violent thrust from behind and he tries to shimmy his body away.
“Fuck! Junichiro, you’re so fucking tight, oh fuck ,” Sana starts groaning loudly behind him and Junichiro whines again because it feels wrong, everything is too hot. Kyoko’s gentle hands turn a bit more demanding on his hair and she drags his face lower until his mouth is positioned right above her pussy.
He starts licking at her folds again and tries to block out the feelings from behind him. His body feels so weak that with the next violent thrust, his knees give up and Sana’s rough hands grip tightly at his hips.
The man pulls out all the way and slams back inside, hitting his prostate. A loud sound leaves Junichiro’s mouth and Sana starts thrusting earnestly in that angle.
Junichiro’s hips try to move away from the feeling, the violent thrusts making the feeling a bit too much , but Sana’s strong grip keeps him right in place.
The abuse to his prostate continues and he whines with his face still shoved against Kyoko’s dripping pussy. He feels like he can’t breathe.
He comes and winces when his ass muscles contracting around Sana’s dick make his sensitive entrance ache.
The man groans before readjusting his grip on Junichiro’s hips and starting a violent rhythm. Every thrust lands the other man’s dick in right on Junichiro’s prostate and his breath catches when the pain accumulates.
He whines and grips at the chains holding his arms tightly, pulling on them. He tries to push his face away from where he’s buried in Kyoka’s cunt but the woman just hisses and pushes his head down into her sex.
The thrusts behind him get faster and Junichiro can’t hold it anymore as he lets out a sob. He sniffles at the pain and feels another pang of pure pain curl inside him.
Kyoko’s body freezes under him and her hands rush from his hair to his chin to raise his head up. Her eyes widen when she stares at his face and Junichiro can’t anymore and he feels another sob leave his body.
“Sto-ah-stop, please , it hurts,” Junichiro manages to get some words out and whimpers at how horribly slurred they sound.
Kyoko’s eyes fill with tears and she looks up, “Katashi! Stop, he’s- he’s not okay, fucking stop,” Kyoka yells at her boyfriend who yells something back but Junichiro can’t really pay anymore attention because a horrible splitting pain pans throughout his body and he shrieks.
He sobs loudly and wails, panicky breaths falling from his lips as the pain registers and he feels something warm and liquid fall down his inner thigh. He tries to crawl forwards on the bed only to be hauled back again and used over and over.
Junichiro tries to call on Light Snow to do something but can’t even find the minimal concentration in his mind to begin the illusion. He panics and pulls roughly against his binding and feels the metal digging into the thin skin on his wrist.
He wails again, feeling like a child for a second wanting his sister to save him, he wants his mom with her cold hands to shove all of the pain away and hug him. He wants the pain to stop .
Suddenly, the intrusion in his back leaves roughly and he whimpers a bit. Irritated skin clenches around nothing and something warm runs down his thigh again. He thinks it’s blood.
There’s screaming behind him now and Junichiro tries to curl his legs up towards himself but they hurt so much and he doesn’t know how to make it stop.
A loud band sounds around the room and he sobs again, feeling terrified in a way he hadn’t felt in years . Suddenly there are hands on him again and he whines, a pathetic sound.
“Baby, hey, baby, it’s okay now, yeah? I’ll untie you, okay? Holy shit, I’m so sorry, I-,” Kyoko’s voice cracks and it sounds hurried and panicked over Junichiro’s sobs.
The metal falls from around his wrists and he curls his hands up against his chest, wincing at the stinging feeling.
His body still feels way too hot and his vision is swimming as he opens his eyes to stare at the ceiling. There’s a stinging feeling on his backside that he’d never felt before and panic swells in his chest because what is something’s damaged? What if now he’s broken- he is broken.
He sobs at that, realizing that his ass is bleeding when a jerk of his body has another trickle falling down his ass cheek. He whimpers when a hand falls on his waist and relaxes when it immediately retreats. He opens his eyes again, not realizing he had closed them.
Kyoka’s worry-filled eyes stare back at him and he wants to smile at her to make her feel better because she’s so pretty and she’s crying and-but he can’t.
More tears fall freely down his eyes and he realizes that Kyoko is also crying beside him.
“Junichiro, I’m so sorry , I had no idea it was hurting you, it wasn’t supposed to be like this, I’m sorry, he left, okay? He’s gone now, you’re safe,” her voice pitches dangerously as her hands card through his sweaty hair.
She keeps talking but Junichiro is so tired and the whole afternoon has been so much that he lets the world fade around him and he falls asleep.
---
A shrill noise ripping through his head wakes him up. He jolts in pain as soon as consciousness grips onto him and he whimpers. Memories from the night before rise up as he tries to move and feels pain light up from one of his most intimate places.
His head pounds and feels a million tons heavier than it should be as he tries to sit up. As soon as he does, he feels nausea roll up in his body and he tries to stand up. He almost falls from the pain everywhere but ignores it as he hobbles to one to the doors in the bedroom he’s in and enters an ensuite bathroom.
He kneels in front of the toilet and throws up. The force makes his eyes water and he dry heaves again. A knock sounds on the door and his whole body tenses, expecting the worst.
Blue appears in his peripheral and he looks up to come face-to-face with Kyoko. They make eye contact for a second before Kyoko averts her red-rimmed eyes.
“You can use the shower and when you’re done I can take you home,” she attempts a smile and retreats back into the bedroom.
Junichiro stands up slowly from the floor and limps to the shower. He’s trying to keep his mind empty from the previous night because he knows that if he starts to think about it he’ll freak out too bad. He can’t freak out, he has to go to work.
It takes him a few minutes to work out the shower, but when he does, he turns it to the hottest setting possible. He steps in and winces when the scalding water hits his skin.
He grabs a bottle of flowery body wash from the tub (he hopes it’s Kyoko’s because he doesn’t want to smell anything similar to him ) and scrubs his body with it. Only, he can still feel the man’s hands on his hips, on his body . He pours more body wash on his hand and starts scrubbing his body again, running his nails across every spot he feels isn’t clean enough.
He repeats the process again and again until he squeezes the bottle and nothing but foam comes out. He heaves, panic curling up in his chest until there’s a small knock against the door again.
“Co-come in,” he coughs immediately after, the pain in his throat not registering until right that second.
“Just bringing you your clothes, I washed your shirt,” Kyoko’s voice comes through the curtain and he hums.
He turns off the water and peeks around the curtain at Kyoko, who’s still standing leaning against the counter. She seems lost in thought and a little part of Junichiro thinks good, let her suffer , but the bigger part of him just wants both of them to forget about this forever and never see each other again.
“Do you have a towel I can borrow?” Kyoko startles and nods at him, going to a little door in the corner and opening it to retrieve a towel. She hands it off to him and he thanks her before ducking behind the curtain again to dry off.
He’s not entirely sure why she’s still in the bathroom with him but he’s aware he can’t just ask her to leave. It‘s her house after all.
He wraps the towel around his hips and steps outside the shower, wincing with every move. He grabs his underwear and pulls it up under the towel, letting it fall once he’s covered.
He dresses the rest of the way, pretending that Kyoko isn’t right there in the bathroom with him. He grabs the toothpaste and squirts a little on his finger, wiping it on his tongue before swiping it around the inside of his mouth to freshen it up.
He cups water in his hands and washes it away. The bitter taste still stays.
When he’s done, he turns towards Kyoko whose long teal hair is pulled back in a loose french braid and is wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. Junichirou would kill for clothes like that right now.
She looks up towards him and glances away before nodding and walking out of the bathroom, asking him to follow her. They walk past the kitchen and he flinches a bit as an image of the man licking his throat has him cupping his hand over his neck.
Kyoko hands him an apple and a bottle of water before grabbing her keys and holding the door open for him. Junichiro tries his best to not let the tense atmosphere affect him and continues walking -more like limping- behind her.
They make it out to a small car and Junichiro sits down on the passenger side.
“So, where are you going?” Kyoko doesn’t look at him and busies herself pulling out her phone and opening her GPS app.
Junichiro contemplates it and looks at the clock on the wall. He’s supposed to enter work at 8:30am and meet that client so it wouldn’t make sense to go to his apartment.
“Armed Detective Agency,” he mutters, and watches as Kyoko’s body tenses and she turns towards him in a fury.
“Are you suing him?!” Her voice is dark and Junichiro flinches when he accidentally makes eye contact with her. He shakes his head quickly.
“No, I work there,” he stares and stares out the window after that, not acknowledging the woman in the car with him until she talks again.
“You’re going to work dressed like that?” Her voice holds a teasing lilt to it and despite himself, Junichiro feels tears prickle at his eyes.
“No, thay have dorms, I always keep a spare of clothes there,” he sniffles a little, making sure it’s silent so that the woman doesn't notice.
The drive takes around twenty minutes and as soon as the car is parked, Junichiro opens the door and steps out, wincing slightly at the discomfort, “thank you.”
He limps away from the car before either of them can say anything else and makes his way down the block towards the dorms.
He enters the extra dorm that holds clothes and other necessities from the people that don’t live there already just in case. He grabs a pair of soft black jeans and a grey hooded sweatshirt.
He makes his way to the office and slips in using Light Snow and curls up behind his desk for a quick nap. Every time he’s asleep is time that isn’t spent thinking.
With his head cushioned by his arm, he falls asleep.
---
A shrill sound wakes him up for the second time that day. His eyes snap open and he sits up in a panic, before realizing that he’s at the office.
“Kunikida-san! He didn’t come home last night and didn’t answer any of my calls, I don’t know what to do! He’s supposed to be at work right now, I-,” Naomi’s voice continues to ramble in a panicked haste at Kunikida and Junichiro winces.
He fell asleep the previous night and that morning he’d been running on autopilot. Or, the closest to autopilot one could be in an unknown situation.
As his bottom lands flat against the floor, a little pang of pain raises up his lower back and he winces.
A hush falls over the office and Atsushi’s face looks around the corner and catches sight of him, “Tanizaki?”
Junichiro winces a little and tries to smile at Atsushi whose face looks more concerned by the second, “uh...hi.”
Fuck, fuck, he really shouldn’t have gone to sleep on the office floor.
He stands up slowly and puts a hand against his desk to support his weight when his legs threaten to give up under him.
“Brother?” Junichiro’s gaze zeroes in on Naomi who’s looking at him so concerned that he feels tears prickling behind his eyes.
“Yep, that’s me, haha,” he tries to give a laugh that sounded sheepish but it came out kind of dead and he feels his smile fall slightly as the office continues to be quiet.
The quietness is shattered with Naomi’s, “what the fuck happend to you?!”
His smile does fall off then and he closes his eyes briefly before looking back at Naomi, “nothing that hasn’t happened before, it’s fine.”
That line makes the silence in the room seem even more sinister until the door opens and the man from the previous day walks in. He catches the man’s gaze for a second before looking away and back at his coworkers.
He smiles again, “well, look at that! My work just arrived, gotta go-,”
“Tanizaki-san,” Junichiro looks up at the voice and catches Kunikida’s gaze, stern and worried.
Junichiro feels a million times smaller as he stares back at the man, “yes?”
“I’ll take this case, please make your way to Yosano-sensei’s clinic,” the man’s voice holds no room for questioning and Junishiro feels his face scrunch up like he’s going to cry before he turns and starts heading towards the woman’s clinic.
Once he steps in, Yosano-sensei turns around with a smirk on her face before it quickly drops and he’s met with concerned eyes looking him up and down.
“What happened?”
The woman’s eyes are earnest, staring into his own and he feels the tears finally leave his eyes. He sniffles a little and wraps his arms around himself. Pathetic, really, that a nineteen year old like him is breaking down over something so stupid.
Yosano-sensei’s heels click closer and a hand lands on his shoulder. Despite knowing who she is and that he’s not in any danger, his body doesn’t agree and he flinches away.
They stare at each other for a few seconds, Junichiro’s eyes watering up more and Yosano-sensei’s eyes darkened considerably, “did someone...do something to you?”
At her words, Junichiro’s mind just cracks and he heaves on a sob trying to escape his body. He sobs a loud, broken sound and falls to his knees. His head falls forwards between his shoulder blades until the weight feels the least bit more manageable.
The door slams open and in runs Naomi, her eyes staring wildly at the scene of her brother kneeling on the ground sobbing and the doctor staring shocked at her patient, tears threatening to spill too.
“Brother?” Junichiro flinches slightly at the new voice and purses his lips together trying to muffle his crying.
“Tanizaki-san, do you want Naomi here with you?” Yosano-sensei’s words take a second to process and it helps calm Junichiro down slightly.
He closes his eyes slightly before shaking his head, he really doesn’t want to taint Naomi with this.
The two women hiss out a conversation before the door slams closed and Junichiro jolts, remembering a similar sound the night before.
Yosano-sensei crouches next to him and he looks up at her through his blurry eyes.
“You wanna tell me what happened?” The woman smiles sadly at him and sits down on the floor next to him.
Junichiro closes his eyes for a second before opening them again, steeling his nerves slightly, “I just- I was drunk and I went home with someone and he-,” he takes in a deep, shaky breath and frustratingly has to wipe more tears away from his eyes. Some people are getting killed through torture and here he is crying because he was being a whore .
“He was too violent, I guess? It started hurting a lot and- and then I was bleeding and I couldn’t move, I-it still hurts, and I think I bled a little this morning,” he runs a hand through his hair, flinching slightly as he remembered the act that started it all. The memory brings with it an ache in his throat and the physical memory of his lungs trying and failing to take in any air.
Yosano-sensei’s face looks neutral, but once Junichiro looks at her eyes he has to look away- it hurts .
“Okay, well, if you’re still bleeding we’re going to have to check,” what she says makes sense, Junichiro knows this, but it still sends panicking signals all throughout his body.
“But-,”
“It could cause an infection, and that will definitely not be enjoyable,” Yosano-sensei’s voice is stern and professional. Junichiro nods at her and stands up slowly, before sitting on the furthest corner of the examination table.
The woman stands up and closes the door’s lock before explaining how to lay down. A few minutes later, Junichiro is laying face-down on the bed with his pants pulled down under his ass and his whole body is shivering.
Yosano-sensei’s gloved hands feel nothing like the man’s. Her touch is strictly professional and feels no particular way other than slightly awkward on his part.
“Hm, that’s a bit of damage you have there, but nothing to warrant a trip to the actual hospital,” she grabs a tube from one of the cupboards and squeezes a bit of the cream on her gloved finger. She applies it and even though Junichiro is blushing and tense, his body relaxes as the cool feeling of the cream numbs a bit of the pain.
“Okay, you’re done,” she turns away and Junichiro quickly pulls up his pants.
He’s still blushing and horribly embarrassed when he mutters, “thank you.”
The woman smiles at him and writes something down on a piece of paper, “you can go get this today, it’s a cream used for this sort of thing, helps heal it faster,” she hands Junichiro the paper and he smiles at her feeling eternally grateful that the woman has been so professional throughout the whole thing.
He feels a little thankful that he asked Naomi to leave because he knows she’d be crying and then he’d start crying and then it’d all come flooding back. Like this he can keep his feelings stored away on the second floor while he wreaked havoc on the ground floor.
“I’m going to take a blood sample, okay?” The doctor’s voice rips Junichiro out of his thoughts and he nods distractedly. He could ask why but at this point he can’t really bring himself to care.
A few minutes later, the doctor is leaving, telling him he can stay in the infirmary and just lay down. He snuggles up under one of the beds’ sheets and closes his eyes.
A while later, the door opens and what he can immediately identify as Naomi’s steps fill the air.
“Brother?” Junichiro turns around on the bed and pulls the bedsheets up. Naomi walks quickly and slips under the bedsheets with him.
They lay in silence for a while, Junichiro almost falling asleep before Naomi says anything.
“Wanna talk about it?” Her voice is soft and welcoming and immediately he wants to talk to her about everything that happened. He shakes his head though, it’s not her job to take care of him, he can handle himself.
“If this is because of some older brother bullshit moral code I'm going to stop you right there and inform you that I care about you and want to help no matter how difficult whatever happened is to deal with.”
Junichiro stares at Naomi for a few minutes, just looking at her face and wondering when she grew up. Recently, so many things have been happening that it feels as if she grew up too fast and somehow Junichiro missed it.
“He- he didn’t stop, I guess,” Junichiro shrugs a little and looks at Naomi, hoping she’ll get what he means from just that.
“How do you feel?” Naomis’s question catches him off guard and he has to take a moment to think about it because he honestly has no idea.
He hasn’t really thought about it since it happened. He told Yosano-sensei but that had been easy because she’d just asked for facts , not the feelings surrounding said facts.
A tear falls down his cheek and he quickly wipes it away, deciding to be truthful.
“I don’t know, I guess it could be worse,” he chuckles a little at that because yeah, he agreed to go with them.
Naomi’s brow furrows and Junichiro immediately feels bad for making her Frown Face appear, “don’t say it could be worse, what happened to you is still a bad thing.”
Junichiro smiles a little at his sister and shrugs, “yeah, I guess.”
“Fine, don’t believe me, but know that even if you change your mind halfway through- no means no ,” Naomi pouts at him and Junichiro can’t take it anymore as he starts sobbing again and feels pathetic.
Naomi runs her hands through his hair and he shivers. Naomi’s hands feel so much different than that man’s or Kyoko’s, they feel right and comforting .
He sobs for a while on her until he falls asleep.
---
He wakes up a bit later to quiet words. He opens his eyes and leans up a bit on his elbow to find both Naomi and Yosano-sensei looking at him with twin sad looks.
He furrows his eyebrows, already hating telling them if they’re going to be pitying him when Yosano-sense smiles uneasily, “your blood results came back.”
He cocks his brow and nods at her, wondering what’s so important about that. Did he finally get to concoct an STD inside him? Yeehaw.
“It had traces of high concentrations of alcohol and some rohypnol,” Yosano-sense’s sad eyes turn down to some papers on her lap and she sighs, “obviously, it’s too early to tell if you contracted any STDs so we’ll check periodically throughout the next month okay?”
Junichiro nods but can’t help the confusion rise in him, “rhohyp-what?”
Yosano-sensei looks at him in surprise before her eyes soften and she explains, “it’s a type of sedative, really popular as a date-rape drug.”
That Junichiro understands. He bites his lip and nods in understanding. He always just assumed that was a thing that happened to girls, so he’d never paid much attention to the drugs’ names and all that.
“Oh.”
The rest of the day for Junichiro and Naomi is spent inside the clinic. Junichiro can tell that Naomi is talking a lot to take his mind off things and he’s grateful for it. He knows he’s pending on a breakdown but he’d rather that happen later rather than sooner.
That afternoon, when Ranpo and Kunikida come back into the office, Junichiro walks out of the clinic just in time to hear, “Sana Katashi was arrested for orchestrating the murder of his ex-girlfriend.”
His body stops working and he cries so hard that Yosano-sensei and Naomi have to wrestle him on the bed out of fear that he’ll hurt himself. He won’t. He wants to.
“What happened?”
“That’s his name.”
~The end~