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Akira had always been a man of many hobbies and occupations. He could spend the whole day at the gym with Ryuji, he could build lockpicks and bombs, he liked to watch all kinds of series and movies, he could learn the entire Japanese flower language in one day if he dedicated himself to it (which he did), he could shapeshift into a beautiful woman for the Okama bar Crossroads and wear perfect makeup and his perfect heels…
He could indulge in new stuff like he’d spent his entire life doing just this one thing.
So when he found out that the Phantom Thieves have some kind of fandom that creates art for them? He was over the moon.
Of course Akira had to try his luck at drawing. The fan designs were all over the place and it was fun to explore those, but he needed to show the people the truth – Joker’s actual, badass outfit and design.
It only helped that his latest-made friend is a professional artist that would teach him all kinds of tricks and help him with anatomy studies; Akira had always been an eager learner, he would quickly be able to draw more than just stick figures. Of course, he adhered to a manga style, he wanted to pose as nothing more than just another fanboy.
And, of course, he drastically changed direction once he met Goro Akechi at the TV Station in Akasaka Mitsuke – the Detective Prince who had spoken out against the Phantom Thieves. He was their rival, Akira’s rival. And simultaneously they had just become acquaintances, with Akechi surprisingly interested in Akira’s opinions.
This was the perfect, dangerous dynamic that made Akira’s heart throb like crazy. A detective and a thief, one hunting the other while he spoke with him without knowing so…
Akira started drawing not just fan art, but entire fan books. Of course they were yaoi doujinshi, Joker x Detective Prince Akechi, just like he loved to fantasize about himself and his freshly blossomed crush. He uploaded them to Twitter under a pseudonym, but they were mostly just for himself.
He managed to get a few followers, and he talked a lot about otaku culture and fan made art with Futaba once she joined their team. Akira didn’t show her what he was doing, just let her know the faintest bit that he was dabbling in the field of fanworks.
Eventually, he decided to sell his fan books at local conventions. More often than not, he brought his entire stock back home, just a few books sold.
What he didn’t even know; Futaba paid people to buy his books because she felt bad about seeing her brother return with that sad puppy look on his face.
And it felt good. Seeing a few people interested in his booth, looking at the suggestive covers of basically himself and his rival slash crush. He didn’t need a lot of people interested in his stuff, he drew fully self-indulgently, after all. But sharing joy means doubling the joy.
When one of his JokerAke fanarts on twitter blew up and he woke up to hundreds of followers more and an amount of notifications that made his phone lag, however, was when finally more people than he could count with one hand would visit his booth and buy his books.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise that some people hide their identity when visiting conventions, especially when it comes to BL and yaoi. Akira doesn’t feel much shame in what he’s doing, he’s an unapologetic fudanshi. He has done worse and more illegal things than this, so why should he care? His reputation was already down the gutter thanks to rumors and his probation either way. But there were people who had more to lose than he did, so he didn’t blame the brunette boy that stood in front of his booth and looked at him and the displayed books. He wore a hat, sunglasses, a face mask, the whole package. Extremely casual and non-descriptive clothes, like he’s a celebrity in hiding that definitely didn’t want to be seen at a place like this.
But said man asked in a hushed voice to… buy one copy of his entire stock. All of it. It almost made Akira tear up in gratitude.
He saw this man a few more times, every time he bought his entire stock, both old and new books that he had finished and published. Akira was almost in love with this mystery person who might just be his biggest fan. But he dedicated his heart to Akechi, there is no way he would emotionally cheat on him (even if they weren’t even together or anything close to dating)!
Akira eventually opened an anonymous ask box for requests and ideas that people wanted to share with him. People could disclose their username too, if they wanted.
One “loki” kept giving him the greatest prompts that Akira could ever read or come up with. It was like they were equally as horny for JokerAke as he was, and it felt like some anonymous kinship was built. Not infrequently he would use the prompts loki gave him to draw his next book.
It was great. Akira could keep his horny teenage crush as far away from his real life and Akechi as he could while simultaneously letting his mind run free with the most degenerate sex scenarios that he could put himself and Akechi in.
Akechi was none the wiser and they kept up their friendship and their chess games and their philosophical talks over coffee. Akira didn’t have to risk anything.
Even if the longing in his heart grew bigger and bigger and all he wanted was to press his lips onto Akechi’s.
And, one day, Akira spent his after school time at home, fully committing the day to drawing on his next book. He didn’t even realize how much time had passed, only when he noticed his throat and lips drying up that he hadn’t taken even a sip of water the last few hours. It was getting a little dark outside. About time he took a break and got himself a glass of cold, refreshing water.
He had already changed into his loungewear, a black sweater and olive-like colored sweatpants, since he didn’t plan on going outside for the rest of the day. He would probably draw until his cat would eventually force him into bed and that would be it.
His quiet, barefoot steps made its way down the stairs as his mind swirled in indecent thoughts, wondering how erotic he could draw Akechi’s orgasm face for the climax of his comic. Akechi always looked stunning, and it took Akira 120% of his concentration to draw him just a fraction as beautiful as he actually was. And not just once or twice did he end up distracting himself at the thought of Akechi moaning his name, squirming under him, taking him so good—
Red eyes met his when he finally got around the corner. Goro Akechi sat there, delightfully smiling and drinking a steaming cup of coffee.
Akira’s brain was not prepared for this. It took everything he had in him to keep a neutral face.
“Oh. Hi, Akechi.”
“Good evening, Akira-kun. Are you busy today?”
Akira quickly opted for a bottle of water from the fridge instead of spending more time in this dangerous situation. Taking a glass and filling it with water would take too long, risk making this situation worse. “Uh.. Yeah, kinda.”
Aside from when he had first seen him, the raven couldn’t meet his gaze again.
But Akechi just smiled. “I see. What is keeping you occupied?”
Akira felt himself sweating. There’s no way he could say what’s on his mind right now. I’m drawing us fucking, actually. And I’m making sure to wreck you as perfectly as I can so your crying orgasm face looks both adorable and stunning at the same time. Wanna see?
His mouth felt dry and frozen. It took him forever to get his brain working.
“Just homework. It’s due tomorrow and I, uh, really need to do this. You know, the probation and stuff…”
Akechi gave him a long look and then waved him off.
“Of course, focus your efforts on that. I’ll be staying for a little while longer, so if you’d still be up for a game of chess after that…”
“…Sure. Sure! I’ll try to hurry. I’d love to play later.” Akira hurriedly babbled with his fuzzy mouth, and turned around to run up the stairs again. He can only hope Akechi hadn’t seen the slight boner that had been cheering him on in drawing the best he can.
He finished the pages he still had left for that day in record time and took a pic that he would upload to his secret fan account. After ensuring again that he posted it with a good caption, he hid the incriminating fudanshi evidence. It took longer than he wanted to keep Akechi waiting for, since he seemed to have visited him with the intention of another mind game regarding the Phantom Thieves. Akira, however, would probably not be able to play that game today, with all the blood that was supposed to keep his brain topped up going straight to his dick.
As he prepped the chess table the raven was trying hard to will his horny away. At least enough that Akechi wouldn’t see his sweatpants tenting, and enough that he could look Akechi in the eyes without too much guilt wearing him down.
After once more checking if he put his manuscripts away (which he did, he had checked 3 times already), he nodded to himself and returned downstairs.
“Sojiro, we’ll play a game of chess now. Can you make us a cup of coffee? Just call me down when they’re ready.” Akira asked.
The man nodded and told them to enjoy themselves. Akira hoped he could.
He walked the stairs back up with Akechi.
And he almost went into shock when he saw one of his older JokerAke doujinshi books lying on his bed. He was so sure he had put everything away but like the dumbass that he was, he put most of his focus onto his desk and the stuff he was currently working on, and not the book he had taken out of his secret stash to get the creative juices flowing…!
Fuck, okay, maybe he jerked off to his own creations. Sue him.
However, the problem at hand was that Akira was about to have a panic attack and he did not know how to hide a doujin about Akechi from Akechi without looking like a fucking idiot. He could only hope Akechi hadn’t already seen the book.
“Ah, you can, uh, already sit down, Akechi… I forgot to put away some… books…” he mumbled and almost sprinted to his bed.
Akechi seemed to not pay him too much mind, he sat down at their little chess table, made himself comfortable.
“Was that a manga?” he asked.
Akira could throw up. He’s so fucked. And not in the way he would’ve liked. His brain ran a thousand miles an hour.
“Oh, ahaha. Yeah, that’s just one of Futaba’s manga. She was there earlier. Haha. Must’ve forgotten that one. Stupid sis, you know how siblings are…” he laughed too high, too nervous, “…Well, or not, but… Haha, you know. Haha. But it’s not important. I’ll just, uh… Put this away…”
Akira turned his back to Akechi and was already trying to hide the book behind some other stuff on his shelf, hoping he’d let it go.
But he knew Akechi. Stupid, sexy sleuthing Akechi who would keep prying and prying until everything’s laid bare in front of him.
“What kind of manga is it?” Akechi asked, almost too innocently.
“Oh, just… some stupid romance stuff, I think. I– uh, I don’t know, I don’t really read her things…”
“Hmm? What about? I’ve been thinking about picking up a romance manga that I could talk about for my next interview.”
“O-oh, uhm… I don’t– I don’t think you would want to mention this…. Uh—”
“What is it, Akira-kun? Is it something risqué?”
Akechi’s voice was soft and smooth, like it was trying to lull him in. Dangerous.
“Uh– yeah, I mean– it’s about two guys. You know how fujoshis are, and my sis is a huge one, haha.”
Akechi hummed.
“May I look?”
Akira almost dropped the book from his hands. Akechi wants to look. He wants to see Akira’s doujin. He’s so fucked. He is so fucking fucked.
But he couldn’t say no. What’s he supposed to say?
Sorry, I don’t want to show you what I’ve been drawing whenever we’re not hanging out because I can’t get you out of my head and I want to fuck you so badly?
I don’t want you to see how desperate I am for your ass?
“O-oh… Uhm… Okay. Su– Sure. Why not.”
He slowly turned around. Akira couldn’t stand to look at Akechi like this, he couldn’t stand the fact that he was going to embarrass himself in front of his crush. With a shaky hand he held the book out to Akechi, the backside of it facing up, just to delay the inevitable. The back cover was just a simple background, no slutty depiction of Akechi and himself as Joker. It was safe. For now.
“Kid, come down and get your coffee!” Sojiro yelled.
Akira jerked a little in surprise, but it was a welcome one. He pushed the book into Akechi’s hands and made a beeline for the stairs, almost rolling down in the process. Breaking his legs might be preferable to having to see Akechi’s reaction to his comic, to his daydreams.
And Akira would be lying if he hadn’t thought about running straight through the door and hiding in one of the izakayas, in Futaba’s room or even at Takemi’s clinic. Anywhere but here.
But if he ran away, then what? It would all but paint Akira as guilty, as the one who owned the book. Oh, I was just so embarrassed showing you what my sister is reading in her free time haha! My bad, Akechi! was not going to cut it.
And that didn’t even take into consideration that Akira was the one who made the book.
“You okay, kid?” Sojiro asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh yeah– yeah, totally. I’m perfectly fine.” Akira was not. He might melt into the floor and seep through the thin walls and right into the coffee siphon in a few minutes.
He grabbed the two cups of coffee and made his way back up. Every step felt like a step into his own doom.
But he couldn’t turn around, he couldn’t leave Akechi there alone – god or devil, may anyone help Akira if Akechi chooses to look around and actually find more of his doujinshi stashed away in the attic –, his only choice was to keep moving and accept his fate.
Akechi sat on his chair, cross-legged, a hand on his chin and his eyes fixated on the cover of the book.
Oh god.
“Your sister reads pornographic material about me? A peculiar hobby.”
Akira couldn’t tell if Akechi believed him at all. He slowly put the two cups down on the table because he thought he might drop them if Akechi said one more word.
“Oh– oh, uhm, yeah– That’s why I– I didn’t want to make you… uncomfort—”
Akechi looked up at him. A smile on his face. And his eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint in them.
“I don’t mind at all.”
“Huh?” Akira made unintelligently.
Did Akechi know? Did he know it was Akira who owned them? Who made them? Did he know from the beginning…?
“In fact, I might be interested in replicating these drawings… If you’re willing to, that is.”
Akira couldn’t believe what he’s hearing. Was he asleep? Did he fall asleep while working on his ero doujin? This definitely felt like a horny dream he’d have. Like a story he’d draw. Not like real life.
He could feel his heart pump wildly in his chest, hell, it’s all he could hear in his ears. His face must’ve been flushed red and his mouth hung open like a damn idiot while he looked at Akechi with wide eyes.
He would’ve definitely dropped the coffee if he hadn’t put them down already. At least one good decision made that day.
He waited and waited for Akechi to draw back, to laugh and make a joke about this. Oh, Akira-kun, I didn’t think you’d be so gullible.
Akechi just sat there, lips formed to a gorgeous, patient smile.
But eventually, he seemed to have enough of Akira’s dumbfounded staring and kept talking.
“As you know, I’ve never been too fond of the Phantom Thieves, they’re still criminals at the end of the day. But their leader in this book looks fairly similar to you..
“And if it’s you, I might not mind that at all.”
Of course, they would not play chess after all this. The book ended up somewhere on the ground and Akechi on the bed with Akira above him. Hot, longing open-mouthed kisses, tongues rubbing against each other, hands all over their bodies.
Akira had already made peace with the fact that Akechi would only have been interested in him as a friend at most, an enemy at worst once he’d eventually find out that Akira was Joker, was a Phantom Thief. He didn’t think they’d ever touch hands, much less kiss.
Yet here he was, rolling Akechi’s nipple between his fingers, listening to soft mewling and quiet moans, the word “Joker” repeated in a voice Akira didn’t even know Akechi could make. And, fuck, it turned him on so much.
He could listen to this forever, play it on repeat in his head… His hands were subconsciously mapping out his entire body. His eyes were staring at the blissful, flushed face of his crush, lips kissed red and wet and plump.
It didn’t take long until they both grew impatient and shoved the pants off their bodies. Akira hastily put lube on his finger and rubbed Akechi’s entrance, his eyes darting up and down, wanting to take it all in.
“Ah.. Ah, Joker…” Akechi moaned as Akira pushed his first finger in.
Akira’s breath hitched. “Holy fuck, Akechi…”
It didn’t take too long until a second and a third finger joined inside. Akechi was already so stretched and prepared, like he had been working on himself long before, just waiting for the right moment to catch Akira off-guard like this…
“Fuck me… Fuck me now, Joker…” the brunette looked up to him with such a pathetic, pleading look, Akira could hardly even think about doing anything else.
“Yeah.. Yeah, I’ll do that…” Akira wheezed.
He pulled his fingers out and spread lube on his erection, lined himself up.
The sight of Akechi’s spread legs, his chest heaving up and down, up and down… Akechi’s erection lying on his stomach with a little drop of precum rolling out of his slit… His brown locks on Akira’s pillow… He looked like an offering that Akira was about to take.
Akira couldn’t stop staring. Gorgeous, perfect, stunning Goro Akechi, begging Akira, begging Joker, to fuck him.
How could he not?
Akechi’s jaw slacked open as Akira pushed inside. A throaty groan left his mouth.
“Yeah… Like that, just like that…” he whimpered.
Akira couldn’t hold back, he just had to thrust… He needed to fuck Akechi, fuck him until he’s a beautiful, crying mess. A mess, just for Akira’s sight…
He grabbed Akechi’s wonderfully small waist, his thumbs gently caressing the skin, almost possessively. Akechi did this just for him… For no one else.
His hands slowly wandered down to his hips, holding him steady. And then he began moving. At first a little slow, trying to ease Akechi into it. But Akechi didn’t need easing, he wanted to be torn apart and put back together. Slender, pale arms pulled Akira down by his neck and wrapped around him, pressing their bodies together.
Akechi moaned into Akira’s ear, almost shamelessly so. The raven couldn’t help himself… He just had to pound into this hot ass, chase the feeling of the life being squeezed out of him. His rhythm became faster, more careless, more needing.
The brunette threw his head back, panting loudly. “Oh.. oh fuck…!”
The slapping of skin against skin grew louder alongside their need to finish. Akira thrusted into Akechi’s hole like he was just a toy, his favorite toy. When Akechi’s hand in his neck twitched and pulled at his hair and scratched at his back and he began to spasm around his length, Akira could tell he had just managed to make him come untouched.
And that knowledge was enough to drive Akira over the edge, too.
They held each other almost desperately. Akira slowed down as he rode his orgasm out, and eventually pulled out of the boy below him.
Panting filled the air. Just panting and the realization that, holy shit, Akira had just fucked Akechi.
A little drop of semen dropped out of Akechi’s rim and onto the mattress.
Akechi still held his arms dearly around Akira’s head.
Akira had put his current manuscript aside and worked on a different story. It was like he was possessed, and he didn’t even remember what he put on paper half the time. But once he had prepared everything for printing, he knew he had created a masterpiece.
Not as horny as his usual doujins by any means, but he poured his entire soul into this little romance story between Joker and Akechi.
He had added a little comment at the end of it, apologizing for the change of pace in this comic. But now that he finally had a relationship, he was on cloud nine and had to let it all out. And what better way than to draw passionate love for 50 straight pages?
He added a short ero omake to the books for his fans who were begging for more JokerAke. And Akira had always been a people pleaser, so of course he was going to give them what they wanted. With better anatomy and more beautiful details on Akechi than ever.
Every time he and Goro made out and had sex… It was like his muse had personally come down from heaven to bless him with ideas.
And, hell, sometimes when Akira was balls deep inside Goro, he would moan little fantasies into Akira’s ear…
And when Akechi thought about being choked with Joker’s gloved hands, how could he not draw this into his next doujin?
Or when Akechi mewled that he wanted to be outed as Joker’s little plaything in front of his fans…
Or when he begged to be made Joker’s slave…
Or when he came as Akira possessively growled into Goro’s neck and fucked him like an animal…
Akira had quickly learned that Goro loved to voice his most depraved fantasies during sex. Of course, Goro didn’t know Akira was actually Joker. Or that he was the artist who made these comics. So it was all safe.
Well, until Goro sat down on Akira’s bed one day. Legs crossed, eyes looking up at him. He had joined the Phantom Thieves just a week ago, so they now were not just lovers but also partners in crime (Goro would disagree on that front).
“So, what are you currently working on?” he asked.
“Huh?” Akira turned on his chair to face him, currently sitting at his desk. “Homework. I told you that earlier. You’re supposed to help me with mathematics.”
“Your comics, I mean.”
Akira stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “Wha– wha– whaat? I– I don’t—”
“Oh, please, Akira. Did you really not recognize me when I bought them from your booth at every single convention?”
Akira spluttered. “I– uh– uhm… No…?”
Goro laughed. “I saw your fanart on twitter and I originally was at that convention for Featherman merchandise. When I saw you at that booth, I got curious and wanted to see what you were making up in your head about me… I already liked you back then, you know.”
The raven choked at that and had to cough violently.
“I really enjoy your stories. And you have the skill for it, too. So, again, what are you currently working on? Can I see?”
Akira had finally caught himself again and cleared his throat. “I mean– I guess..? But holy shit, that’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Worse than when I first called you out on it?”
“Huh… You have a point. But it did end up getting us together so I guess… it wasn’t all that bad. Fine, I’ll grab them.”
It was a surprisingly freeing feeling to share his fantasies directly with Goro. And Akira could tell that he was already squirming on his bed and pressing his legs together. They would have another great day.
Akira was glad he picked up drawing when he did.