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“Well, this place should do nicely.”
Akira has his hands shoved in his pockets, the veins of Mementos pulsing across the surrounding walls. Akechi’s back is facing him, but Akira can picture the cocky smirk etched across his face.
“What did you want to discuss?”
This.
“This.”
Akechi spins around and points his gun at Akira’s chest. It’s a real gun, not one of the airsoft decoys Akira buys from Iwai, and the silencer is on.
“Remember what I told you? If you ever won against me using my right hand, I’d take you on with everything I’ve got.”
This is the third time Akira’s heard that line. Even after spending three years chasing the love of his life, it’s a difficult feat to beat Akechi in a game of billiards. It becomes a lot easier when you know exactly which moves he intends to play.
“You want to fight?”
Akira can barely contain his giddiness.
“Exactly. Your insight allowing you to determine my dominant hand, your quick wit, and most of all, how fast you’ve grown… You’ve exceeded my expectations in every way.”
Akechi drones on and on about how impressive Akira is, all the while still pointing a gun at his chest. If it wasn’t obvious already, Akira loves him.
This is Akira’s third time living through 20XX. He’s done it all: probation, Tokyo, Shujin, Metaverse, Akechi. His rival is larger than life, and Akira means that literally. He’s derailed 2+ years of his life to have more of him.
At first (as in, the first time Akira lived through this year), he had a weird relationship with the detective. He thought Akechi was too pleasant, but soon that discomfort was replaced with intrigue. Their outings, which started as a way to gather information, gave Akira a rush he felt with no other person. He looked forward to every text, every phone call, every accidental encounter at the train station. And then came along Akechi’s murder plot era.
Akira wasn’t scared when Futaba informed him what she found on Akechi’s bugged phone. It was all part of the game, and Akira got that very same rush he feels in the heat of competition. Akechi’s true self started to break through the cracks, and oh, how Akira wanted to put him in his place.
Mementos. November, round three.
Akira wants to put Akechi in his place.
“Thus, I’ve built up this urge to duel you without holding anything back.”
Akechi is fucking crazy. Akira loves it.
He’s nearly a month away from Goro’s fatal sacrifice in Shido’s palace. The grief and mourning that haunted Akira the first time was unlike anything he’s ever experienced. It weighed heavily on him, it choked him, making it impossible to breathe at times. He would see the ghost of Akechi in his dreams, or lurking in the shadows, following him everywhere he went. The guilt was the most harrowing. Every question he had about Akechi’s true self was finally laid out for him. An orphan, an unwanted child, a puppet. Akechi never knew what it was like to live without someone controlling him.
So when Igor summoned Akira into the velvet room after months of silence, having cited Akira’s lack of rebellion as the reason, and presented him with the opportunity to do it all over again, Akira took it.
The second time had some obvious differences. Sumi and Maruki and Jose, and Akira tried especially hard to get close to Akechi. Akechi even traumadumped to him in the bathhouse! But it didn’t matter in the end. Akechi still sacrificed himself in the engine room.
But then he came back. December 24th, Akechi came back, because this time was different. Maybe he avoided the gunshot when the bulkhead doors slammed shut, maybe he fought his way out and was laying low for a while. Yes, he may be turning himself in to the police, but he’s alive. Reliving an entire year of Akira’s life wasn’t a waste after all!
Then he found out Akechi isn’t actually alive, and he cried. A lot. He marched straight into the velvet room to demand a do-over, and Igor let him.
Lavenza, however, was a lot more apprehensive about the whole thing. She snuck Akira a few… powers in case of emergency, most of which she didn’t explain how to use or what these powers even were, but Akira figured out a few along the way.
Slight brainwashing. Very slight. As in, when he tells a lie, he’s able to make people believe it. Which he’s pretty good at to begin with. He’s used it a few times on Sojiro and his teachers, but it hasn’t been very much of a game changer.
An infinite money hack. Akira’s wallet never goes empty, and he never refills it. It just does that. But fighting shadows in the Metaverse is basically a money printer anyway, so he didn’t really need this one.
Cooking magic. As in, everything he cooks is a culinary masterpiece, no matter how hard or how little he tries. Akira honestly doesn’t know why Lavenza thought this would help him escape any emergencies, but he appreciates it nonetheless.
And most importantly, the ability to stop time.
Surely Lavenza expected him to do something heroic and noble with this power. Perhaps to stop time to avoid getting hit in battle. But Akira’s pretty good at dodging as is. Did she expect him to stop time during an exam to copy everyone’s answers? Akira’s been through this year three times, he remembers the exam answers like the back of his hand.
Akira’s experimented to test the power’s limits, but apparently there are none.
Time will remain frozen for as long as Akira wills it to be. He can do whatever he wants during that time (or lack thereof), and no one will notice when he snaps his fingers and the world continues spinning. They all resume exactly what they were doing, whether they were mid-sentence, mid-step, mid-breath.
Akira did it on accident the first time, after Sojiro dropped a coffee mug in Leblanc. It was still early in their relationship—at least in Sojiro’s mind—so when Akira seemingly blinked across the cafe to catch it, he gained a little respect from Boss that day, as well as a supernatural ability.
One he plans to use tonight.
Akira has tested more than the length of the time freeze. He’s pushed people out of the way of moving cars, he’s slapped a harsh palm across the faces of assholes who deserve it. He’s moved a limb or two, just to see if they object. They never do.
It seems Akira can manipulate someone as he pleases when time is frozen. They’ll never protest, they’ll never try to get away. Obviously Akira hasn’t done anything inappropriate to these test subjects. That’s saved for patient zero right in front of him.
“Sore loser, are you?”
Akechi snarls at Akira’s taunt. He always does when Akira goes off script.
“Loser? How am I a loser when I so clearly let you win?”
“How selfless.”
“Selfless? HA! Don’t expect me to be merciful much longer!”
Akira loves this side of Akechi, threatening to kill him in his princely, hero-of-justice costume. He’s so wild, so alive. Akira only wants to rile him up further.
“Here’s to a fair fight.”
A scoff. “Does a fair fight include you sorting through your arsenal of personas while I’m stuck with just the one?”
“Are you asking for a handicap, Akechi?”
“Don’t make me laugh. Are you truly so confident you’ll win this? You’ve never beat me, Joker, and that isn’t about to change now. Robin Hood!”
Akechi tears off his pointy beak mask, his hair flying in the wind while Robin Hood rises behind him. He starts off with a bless attack, but again, Akira emphasizes, it’s easy to beat Akechi when you know every move he plans to make.
He effortlessly dodges the spell, then the next, and he has Akechi slicing at the air when he charges at him with his sword. It’s clearly maddening to Akechi, the so-called Metaverse expert. Every attack is paired with a grunt, then a scream. His eyes are wild, his claws are drawn, and his expression is downright murderous.
“You can’t run forever, Joker. I’ll kill you–! I’ll kill you!”
He never dared to say any of this the first or second time. Akira wants him crazier.
“I don’t think you can kill me with your mind, Akechi. Are you even aiming?”
“You piece of shit—!”
Akira’s plan is a little nefarious, but when he’s married to the love of his life years into the future, guilt will be the last thing on his mind. Even now, all he feels is excitement. Thrill.
Akira’s going to break Akechi’s brain.
The first step is to make him crazy. Not call of chaos crazy, but pretty damn close.
Akira smiles as he avoids a slew of gunshots. Akechi’s clenched teeth and bloodshot eyes look pretty damn crazy.
“Why why why—?!”
Oh, how Akira wants to whisper sweet nothing into his ear. To call him his husband and wake up next to him every morning. Three years. Akira would’ve proposed by now under normal circumstances, but Akechi is being stubborn. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Chimera!”
Akira tears off his mask and hits Akechi with an attack—a gentle Bufula, not a Bufudyne. He doesn’t want any serious defects on his doll. It’s enough to make Akechi stumble, clutching his head in frustration.
“How—?” Akechi cuts himself off with a laugh, his fingers brushing the bottom of his mask. “No. There’s no chance he’s better than me…”
His laugh turns into a fit of giggles, like he’s excited by this turn of events, and Akira’s heart melts. He missed that smile. Akechi’s deranged, twisted, real smile. Maybe one day he’ll get to see it when Akechi isn’t trying to kill him.
Akira can picture it now: they’ve invited their friends over for a couples’ game night, and Akira and Akechi are absolutely crushing at a game of charades. ‘It’s like you two can read each other’s minds! It’s not fair!’ Ryuji would bemoan. And Akechi would be wearing that crazy smile Akira fell in love with. ‘Yes. We love each other more than you love your little girlfriend there. I thought that much was obvious.’
And Akira will have to pretend to scold him at the behest of his friends, but he knows Akechi is right. The love Akira feels for Akechi is beyond human capacity. It’s almost an insult to reduce it to a term as frivolous as love. There’s no word to describe Akira’s feelings for Akechi, because no one else has ever felt this strongly before.
He knows Akechi will love him too. He just needs a little push.
Akechi rips off his mask, granting Akira an unrestricted view of his dark molten eyes.
“I’ll kill you—!”
And while Akira would gladly let Akechi smack him around with persona magic any day of the week, he’ll have to take a rain check. A snap of the fingers does it, freezing everything in place before Robin Hood has the chance to manifest. Akechi’s holding his mask in the air, frozen. The tips of his hair are no longer fanning in the wind, falling limply against his neck, frozen. His expression is nothing but rage and hate, his lips parted between words. Frozen.
Akira can’t keep the fondness off his face as he struts toward him. He takes off his mask and chucks it behind him before doing the same to Akechi’s, stealing it from his grip and letting it clatter onto the floor.
“You won’t be needing that anymore.”
Akira chuckles at his own joke. Akechi doesn’t react, obviously, the scorn still obvious on his face.
Akira rolls his eyes, fond.
“Can’t you ever take a moment to relax?”
He runs his fingers over Akechi’s face, and all the tension melts away. His expression is left completely blank, with soft doe eyes staring across the battlefield where Joker was standing prior. His eyebrows are relaxed, his nose is no longer pinched. His lips are still slightly open, which is convenient. Akira’s gonna need that later.
He lowers Goro’s arm and takes his hand into his own, carefully slipping the white glove off his fingers. His skin is milky smooth beneath it, clearly moisturized despite always keeping them hidden. There’s a few scrapes on his hands from his Metaverse activities, and Akira frowns as he traces over them.
“Let me take care of you,” he says. It’s a statement, brooking no room for argument. Not that Akechi’s in any state to argue.
Akira lowers Akechi’s arm to his side and sighs, a happy, contented sound as his focus drifts to his doll’s face. He runs his hands through Akechi’s hair, pleased at the softness.
“Remember how much you freaked out when I messed up your hair at the cafe?” he grins, shaking his head fondly at the memory. “What was that, our third date?”
As if Akira would ever forget.
He continues brushing Akechi’s hair, messaging his fingers against his scalp. Pushing his bangs back before smoothing them back down again. One day, after this shitty year is finally over, he’ll be able to pet Akechi as much as he wants. Early mornings where Akira wakes up before his husband and has nothing to do but lay in bed and admire him. Akechi would bitch at him for making his bedhead worse, but he’d do nothing to make Akira stop. Because he loves the attention. He loves to be worshipped.
Akira brushes his knuckles down the side of Akechi’s face, until he’s hooked his thumb beneath his chin.
“Look at me.”
He reangles Akechi’s head so his sweet gaze is directed straight at him, and he smiles. He could get lost in those eyes.
Akira’s hand drifts upward, his thumb caressing the plushness of Goro’s bottom lip.
“Oh, Goro.” He pauses, then something that sounds like a giggle escapes him. “Goro. I’ve always wanted to call you that.”
How would Goro react to Akira calling him by his given name? Bite him, most likely.
“Honey, sweetheart, Goro. Can you believe we’ve been dating for three years? And you haven’t even put out yet.” Akira clicks his teeth as his hands trail down to Goro’s waist. “You know I’m not doing this for me, right? I’m not reliving this year over and over again because I enjoy watching you die.”
Goro doesn’t answer. Akira’s sure he wouldn’t understand his selfless act of heroism, but he doesn’t need to understand it. Akira will make him feel good, and that’s what matters.
“I’m doing this for you, darling. For us.”
In order to save Goro, Akira has to prevent him from crawling back to Shido. He needs him to give up on his current revenge plot and convince him they can do it together. They can change his heart with the phantom thieves.
“You’ve been through so much.” Akira frowns as he digs his thumbs into Goro’s hips. Goro doesn’t deserve any of this pain. He deserves to live as Akira’s husband, forever loved and adored. And there’s only one thing Akira can do to make him realize that.
He dips his thumbs beneath the waistband of Goro’s white princely pants and pulls them down enough to put his plush thighs on display. He gasps at the sight of his lover’s pussy, his cute chubby lips just begging to be spread. It’s blushing from the attention, and it looks soft enough to pet. How can a murderer have a pussy so tiny and innocent? It’s just further proof that Goro deserves to be taken care of. This is a pussy that deserves to be worshipped.
Akira dips two fingers between his slit and grins as he begins to stroke. He’s already a little wet from their duel. Akira had a feeling Goro gets horny from battle, based on everything he saw in Maruki’s palace.
“No one’s ever touched you here, have they?”
Akira already knows the answer. His sweet angel has never gotten the fucking he deserves. It’s why he’s so tense all the time. But things will change once he takes Akira’s cock. He won’t be able to live without it. His entire worldview will be altered.
“I’ll fuck you all the time, Goro— once we’re together. I always want your pussy to feel good.”
He keeps playing with Goro’s clit, the red of his gloves bringing out the deep pink shade of his slit. He can’t get over how adorable it is. Someone with such a perfect pussy doesn’t deserve to die, especially not before it’s ever been fucked. Everything’s going to change soon. Goro’s mind will finally be cleared once he’s full of Akira’s cum, and he’ll realize just how stupid his plan is.
“Poor thing.” Goro doesn’t even know what he’s missing. He has a devoted, loving husband waiting for him to offer his hand. They’re going to move in together, they’re going to start a family.
Despite being frozen, Goro’s only gotten wetter since Akira started rubbing his clit. His face isn’t flushed, his heart is stopped mid-beat, yet his pussy is working as usual. It’s hot and silky, Akira’s glove completely soaked with how much it’s been crying. He pauses for just enough time to rip his glove off with his teeth. He wants to feel it without any barrier.
He moans as his fingers slip between velvety folds. He always knew Goro’s pussy would feel amazing, and he’s not even inside yet. Akira needs to pace himself before he gets too excited. Phase two of his plan is too important to mess up. He’s banking Goro’s life on this plan.
Akira’s not going to fuck Goro while time is frozen, no. How could he survive without knowing what his lover’s beautiful moans sound like? This begs the question: when Akira will unpause time? Will he slide his dick inside and snap his fingers? He considered it, but then he was struck by an even better idea.
Akira will rile him up.
He’ll worship every corner of Goro’s body with his hands and tongue, taking all the time he wants to make up for the last three years. He doesn’t want Goro to be confused when he snaps awake. Akira wants him to think nothing at all.
He’ll go from trying to kill Akira to begging for his cock, too needy to question how or when he ended up like this. He’ll show Akira his most vulnerable side, and only once he has tears pouring down his face will Akira give him exactly what he wants.
“God, I wish I could hear you right now,” Akira murmurs. The slick of his fingers in Goro’s pussy is all that fills the silence. Would Goro be the type to whimper or scream? Akira bets he’d be unruly—swearing and burying his hands in Akira’s hair, clawing along his back. He looks like he’d be really tight too. His pussy is so tiny, it would be like a chokehold around Akira’s dick. He might even be able to break Akira’s fingers if he squeezed hard enough.
“You can kill me with your pussy any day,” he murmurs to his bride-to-be. “Your ass gets a free pass too.”
He punctuates his words by clapping a hand down on Goro’s ass, grinning at the loud smack that reverberates through Mementos. Goro definitely deserves a few hard spankings for everything he’s put Akira through, but Akira would rather punish him when he’s able to apologize.
He’s in more of a worshipping mood right now.
So his hand leaves Goro’s pussy—only for a second—so he can align his dagger with Goro’s collar and slice through his shirt. He doesn’t have the patience to figure out the buttons on his prince getup, but as long Goro’s tits are out, Akira’s happy.
“Gorgeous.”
They’re supple and pink, and only a few rubs against the buds have them standing up hard, begging for Akira to latch on. And that’s exactly what he does, taking a cute nipple into his mouth and moaning as he starts to suck. He tries to compliment Goro on how good he tastes, but he doesn’t want to pull away to do so, so it comes out as a muffled mess of nonsense. Whatever. It’s not like Goro can hear him anyway.
His hand drifts down to Goro’s pussy, rubbing his needy clit while he turns his tits a rosy red. He wants to leave marks everywhere he can get his mouth on—his chest, his neck, his hips—so Goro will have no choice but to think of him when he looks in the mirror. When he’s getting dressed in the morning, preparing for a day of masks and lies, he’ll think of Akira. Akira who will accept him no matter what. Akira who has waited three years for him. Akira who would gladly wait longer, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t getting a little impatient.
“No one else will love you like this,” he murmurs into his sweetheart’s skin. He drags his lips across Goro’s chest and begins to suckle his other tit, his lips making a loud slurping noise. Goro is so warm, even without the blood pumping through his body. He smells like expensive body wash and perfume—a luxury Akira knows Goro loves. He smelled the same in the dead of winter, Maruki’s reality, when he had no one left to impress. Goro likes expensive clothes; he even sleeps in a silky pajama shirt and shorts, which Akira only knows from the extra research he did on his lover’s apartment. For a supernatural hitman, his locks are pretty easy to pick.
Akira fully intends to shower him with gifts for the rest of their shared lives.
“I bet your pulse would be racing right now,” he chuckles as he licks up to Goro’s neck. “You love when I watch you. You probably wanted me to do this.”
The wet slick of Goro’s pussy is confirmation enough on its own.
“You really want me to fuck you, don’t you, Goro?” Akira gently brushes over Goro’s hole, his fingers nearly being sucked in he’s so tight. He breathes out a small laugh against Goro’s neck. “I waited three years for this. You can stand to wait a little longer.”
Akira moans into Goro’s skin, tangling a fist in soft brown hair to tilt Goro’s head back and expose more of his neck. He goes easily, the perfect doll he is. His dark red eyes stare into nothing, and Akira has soon painted his neck in a similar color.
It’s shameless. No matter how many turtlenecks Goro pulls out of his closet, how many scarves he wraps himself in, it’ll still be obvious who he belongs to.
There’s just one thing missing.
Akira traces his fingers along the side of Goro’s neck, trying to decide the best place to leave a mark.
“Here?” he asks his darling. It’s right where his neck meets his shoulder, fleshy enough to give Akira plenty of work room. He imagines Goro’s wide eyes looking at him as he offers a shy nod.
Akira smiles. “Good girl.”
Then he sinks his teeth into Goro’s neck, effectively branding him with a lovebite. The hickeys could be from anyone, but this mark is undeniable. Akira’s teeth, a pattern no one else could recreate. Like a love letter signed with Joker at the bottom.
He moans as he pulls back, but he doesn’t let a single second tick by before he’s pouncing on Goro again, kissing and nibbling down his chest, framing his sensitive tits with teeth marks. All the while his fingers move with a mind of their own, finally breeching Goro’s tight hole to finger his pussy, and Akira nearly falls apart feeling his lover’s insides wrapped around him. Goro’s deepest corners, untouched, unfucked. Akira’s land to conquer.
“God, it’s like you were made for me.” He curls his head against Goro’s shoulder, lost in a daze as he familiarizes himself with such a perfect pussy. “I can’t wait to put my cock in you.”
Goro continues staring into space, head angled slightly upward. Akira wonders how he would react if he was conscious. There’s no way Goro would ever let him do this without force. He’d bark, he’d bite, he’d kick Akira away and snap at him for being so gentle. It’s going to take a lot of training, but one day he’ll convince his angel that this is exactly what he deserves. Even if it requires fucking him every day.
Akira’s fingers are starting to prune from how wet his doll has gotten, but it’s still not enough. A bit of fingering and sucking tits won’t be enough to alter his brain chemistry. He needs Goro to come out of this fully dependent on Akira, completely unable to function without his cock.
So he lowers onto his knees, shimmying Goro’s pants a little further down his legs. He never takes his fingers out of that tight little hole, and he bites his lip as he admires the new angle.
“Oh, Goro…”
Akira leans in, absolutely mesmerized by the pinkness dangling in front of his face. His nose bumps against Goro’s pussylips first before taking his clit into his mouth, and a moan rips out of him. Goro tastes even better than he imagined, his slit like red velvet cake on Akira’s tongue. Their first kiss. Akira couldn’t be happier, burying his face deeper and getting his chin soaked in pretty-boy slick, his fingers surrounded by perfect warmth all the while. Akira’s completely engulfed in Goro’s pussy, and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.
“I’ll do this to you every day,” he murmurs, sounding more like a slurred alcoholic than anything coherent. “When you get home from work, I'll lay you down to help you compress. And I’ll eat you out for hours.”
He pauses mid ramble to spare a few licks. He’s unable to go a few seconds without Goro’s taste in his mouth, wholly and utterly addicted.
“I’d treat you like a damn princess. Fuck, Goro— You have no idea what you’re missing out on.”
Akira’s words fall apart into a needy hum as he dives back in, feeding Goro a series of sloppy wet kisses and deep pumps of his fingers. The combination of sounds is so lewd, he’s sure Goro would blush from that alone.
“Yet you choose him over me.” Akira pulls away as anger washes over him, aggressively rubbing Goro’s clit with his thumb. “Killing him, arresting him, ruining him— Even after all this time I don’t know what the fuck you planned to do. You choose your stupid little plan over me. It’s selfish.”
Akira lets out a humorless laugh. He regrets not moving his lover’s precious little head downward before lowering onto his knees. He should look at Akira when he talks to him.
“You’re not fucking stupid, Goro. So why do you act like the dumbest bitch in the world?” He growls as he sucks on Goro’s pussylip, the plushness fitting perfectly into his mouth. “You’ll never get the revenge you dream about. You’ll never do it without me.”
He sinks back into Goro’s pussy, melting into the inviting folds, and with every lick he finds his resentment slipping away. Akira could never stay mad at his doll, especially when he’s so sweet and docile. Akira should appreciate him more. Here’s his beautiful husband, hot and wet just for him, being kind enough to let Akira feast. Despite being frozen in time, Goro still manages to react to his touch. His wetness has started to seep down to his thighs, glazing over the supple flesh like a donut fresh out of the oven. Even with a mouthful of his lover’s pussy, Akira has a craving he needs to fulfill.
So he switches targets, turning his head and swiftly sinking his teeth into Goro’s thigh. A happy hum escapes him in the process. A delicious blend of squishy and firm, like a chew toy Akira intends to ravish. This bite mark is just for him and Goro alone. No one else will ever see it—unless, god forbid, Goro randomly decides to do a bikini photoshoot. Akira would laugh if his mouth wasn’t otherwise preoccupied. Goro knows he’s only allowed to flaunt himself for his rival.
Akira preens as he rears back to admire his handiwork. The perfect mould of his teeth in the center of his lover’s thigh.
…The only thing that would make it better is a few hickeys for decoration.
So Akira does just that. And maybe, since he’s been waiting for so long to get his paws on this seductress detective, he lets himself get carried away. God, Goro would think he was mauled by a bear if Akira wasn’t planning to unpause time midway through. Deep marks the color of a rose garden, from light pinks to dark purples. But it’s still far from going overboard. Goro deserves all this and more. Does he not realize how much Akira is willing to give him? Is he fucking oblivious?
He dives back into Goro’s pussy with a renewed vigor, licking and sucking harshly at his doll’s pretty clit. It’s a good thing Goro can’t come when he’s like this. Akira’s stupid little husband needs to be taught a lesson here. He doesn’t deserve to come yet.
“You’re lucky I didn’t decide to punish you,” he snarls, breath hot on Goro’s weeping pussy. “I really should lock you up and never let you leave. Three years, sweetheart. Believe me, the chase has been thrilling. But this time I intend to catch you.”
Akira’s chuckle is muffled as he gets back to work. The wetness just keeps building and building; he knows Goro would be squirting all over his face if time were ticking onward, and Akira would happily lick it up. He’d fucking bathe in it, rub it into his skin like it’s a cleanser. It won’t be very long before he makes it his nighttime routine.
“If I wanted you trapped I would’ve taken Maruki’s deal,” he tells his doll. The filthy sounds of his fingers fucking Goro open acts as background noise. “Believe me, I considered it. But I love you too much to do that.”
He presses a few kisses to Goro’s love-bitten thigh just to prove it.
“And I don't need anyone else’s help to make you love me.”
Akira looks up, with his tongue lapping away at Goro’s sweet spot, and lets out a sad whimper. Goro is still staring off into space, those gorgeous eyes focused on nothing. What a waste.
It pains Akira to stop mid-feast, and removing his fingers from the heat of Goro’s insides is damn near heartbreaking. His gloved hand finds Goro’s hip as he stands, and his bare, pussy-coated fingers take hold of Goro’s chin.
“Look at me.”
He moves Goro’s face so his eyes are looking right at him, and he smiles as their gazes meet.
“Hi, beautiful.”
He brushes Goro’s hair and pries his lips apart, just enough to slot his fingers inside and pet his pretty tongue. His mouth is as hot as his pussy, just as soft and accepting, and he doesn’t do anything but take.
Akira sighs happily. “I bet you’d look so pretty around my cock.”
Goro would probably bite him if he was conscious. He’d kick Akira’s shin until he backs off, and he’d fume over how disgusting it is to make him taste his own pussy. Akira laughs. Goro would definitely find him disgusting. It’s something he’ll have to learn to love.
Akira pulls his fingers out and instead pries Goro’s jaw open wider, tilting his lover’s head as he examines the inside of his mouth. His tongue is soft, pink, and utterly adorable. His teeth are strong and well taken care of, tempting Akira to run his tongue across the surface.
Maybe some other time, particularly when Goro’s able to kiss him back. Akira’s supposed to be edging Goro right now, but he’s starting to get pent up himself.
“My perfect Goro. Do you want your husband’s cock in you?”
Akira has to be careful manipulating Goro’s body like this. He doesn’t want his doll to accidentally fall and break. He has to manually bend Goro’s legs before lowering him down, hugging him close as he goes. It’s awkward, but once he has Goro situated on his knees, he’s nearly bursting with giddiness.
“There you are, sweetheart. Exactly where you belong.”
He angles Goro’s head so his glistening eyes are angled up, and Akira smiles. How could this doll be a ruthless supernatural assassin when he’s so damn sweet?
Akira makes haste to push his pants down and get his dick out. It springs up hard and fast, throbbing from the cool air alone. He’s clearly just as affected as Goro. He’s proud of how hard his husband makes him. With that beautiful face staring up at him, it would honestly be inhumane to not have a massive raging boner.
“I bet you’ve been looking forward to this.” Akira smirks as he starts to stroke himself, precum pooling at the tip. He’s holding his dick directly over Goro’s pretty face, so close he’d be able to feel his hot breath on the underside. “Maybe this will hold you over.”
He rubs his cock against Goro’s cheek—he’s too cute not to—and sighs happily at the sight. His cheek is warm despite the lack of a pulse, his skin milky smooth from a rigorous amount of products. He’s holding Goro’s head in a harsh grip, thrusting against his face, fucking into his hair and moaning at the softness, dying to mess it up. Goro always looks so perfect. Untouchable. Even when he came back from the dead. He might faint if he snapped into consciousness with cum drenching his hair. Fuck, it’s tempting. To spill all over his eyelashes and pretty lips, his collarbones, his perky pink tits…
But Akira can’t. If his goal was to jerk off, he could’ve just stayed home. He’s saving his creampie for his sweet angel’s pussy.
He needs to move on before he accidentally blows his load from his own hand.
Goro’s mouth is still open and wanting; Akira taps the head of his cock against his lips just to feel their softness. He slowly starts to push inside, and he moans at the warmth that surrounds him. Goro’s lips don’t mold around him like a pussy would, he doesn’t hollow out his cheeks and start to suck. It’s exactly like fucking a doll’s mouth, and Akira lives for it. Goro’s lips are stretched so wide to accommodate him, his cheeks full of cock like a chipmunk hoarding nuts in its mouth. It’s up to Akira to do all the work, and work he does. He fucks Goro’s mouth at a pace his angel certainly wouldn’t be able to handle if he were conscious. Maybe after a significant amount of practice, once Goro can officially be considered a cocksucking expert, Akira will put him to the test like he is now.
He groans as the tightness of Goro’s throat envelops him. His hands are all over Goro’s hair, moving his head back and forth and using him like a fleshlight. Goro just takes and takes, the obedient little doll he is. Akira’s sure he would’ve bitten his dick off in any other scenario.
“Good girl, good girl.” Akira tilts his head back as he thrusts away. There’s no gagging, no choking noises, no protests around his cock. There’s not even any resistance, just an open, inviting hole to fuck.
Akira can’t wait to see how Goro really sucks cock. Once he’s given up on his stupid revenge plan and pledged his obedience to Joker, unable to stay away. Goro hates being bad at things—he probably wouldn’t even admit this is his first time. He’d be overly confident and take too much in his mouth at once, immediately recoiling and spiraling into a coughing fit. He’d snap at Akira when he tries to comfort him, and he’d insist that he knows what he’s doing, stop coddling him.
Akira’s heart skips a beat. He’s so in love it hurts.
“You know why I’m doing this, right?” he asks as he pets his darling’s hair. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
He sheathes his cock down Goro’s throat, so deep his pubes nestle against Goro’s nose.
“You needed this. You didn’t even know how badly you needed this because you’ve never had it before.” He pulls out and taps his spit-coated cock against Goro’s cheek. “It breaks my heart to watch you torture yourself.”
Akira pries Goro’s jaw open before sliding back inside, bobbing Goro’s pretty little head on his cock.
“You have a tendency to overthink,” he continues. “And you never let yourself relax. You’d never agree to this without a little force.”
Akira strokes a thumb beneath Goro’s lower lashes. There’s no tears pouring from his eyes, but he’s sure there would be if time weren’t frozen.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, Goro. Then you’ll see what you’re missing. I just want what’s best for you. You deserve this.”
Akira shakes his head while he rambles, rolling into Goro’s mouth at a slow pace. After three years, he thinks he knows his rival better than he knows himself.
“You won’t be able to go without it. Your body needs cock, Goro. What kind of husband would I be if I denied you?”
Those dark irises glisten as Goro stares up at him, appearing all the more red beneath the glow of Mementos. Perfect perfect perfect, is all Akira’s mind can come up with. My perfect doll.
“You need me, Goro. You’re going to die without me.”
It pains Akira to do so, but he carefully pulls out of Goro’s tight throat. He’s been playing with his doll for so long, he’s certain Goro has learned his lesson.
He gently closes Goro’s mouth before tucking himself back into his pants. It’s only temporary, as to not accidentally frighten Goro when a giant, thick cock appears in front of his face.
Akira admires his angel one last time, stroking his hair with a fond smile. There’s a chance this won’t work. Goro’s pussy is completely soaked, yes, but he was just yelling about murdering Akira. He could very well resume right where he left off. In fact, his wet pussy might have him feeling even more murderous.
Akira kisses his doll right on his precious forehead. He still has time to fix things if his plan doesn’t work out. He’d happily live through this year forever if it means having the love of his life by his side.
He snaps his fingers.
Goro doesn’t blink, he doesn’t furrow his brows or take a moment to comprehend what the hell just happened. Because to him, nothing happened. His explosion is instant, the rage returning to his eyes in a flash.
“—I’ll KILL YOU if you don’t fuck me, Joker! I NEED your big fucking dick inside me— give it to me before I BREAK YOU.”
Akira grins. There’s the Goro Akechi he fell in love with.
He palms his bulge just to taunt the angel on his knees. “How badly do you want it?”
“Are you trying to fucking DIE, Joker?!”
“Now now, Goro. I can’t give you cock if I’m dead. I don’t think my boner would last very long.”
He reaches for Goro’s face, having to avoid the snap of teeth as Goro tries to bite him. He takes Goro’s chin into a harsh grip, and the touch must awaken something in Goro’s subconscious, because his eyes glaze over as he melts into it.
“Beg.”
Goro is frozen for a moment, but it’s not at all like the time Akira spent with his doll. His cheeks are flushed, his pulse is rushing, and he’s blinking. Oh, how Akira missed something as simple as seeing his lover blink.
“...Please.” Goro’s voice is feeble and raspy, as expected from someone who’s been screaming so much. “Please. Please fuck me, Joker. I feel so empty without it… It hurts, god dammit. You won. Is that what you want me to say?! I was naive to challenge you to a duel. So stop torturing me and take your goddamn prize!”
“Hm.” Akira squeezes his cock with a smirk. “And what exactly is my prize?”
Goro’s doll-like state doesn’t last very long. “Don’t be fucking stupid, Joker. Fuck me, use me, breed me for all I care! Don’t you see how wet I am for you?!” Goro spreads his pussylips for Akira to see, not questioning when or how he ended up with his pants shoved down his thighs. “You want me to beg? Does it not look like I’m fucking begging?!”
Akira wears a fond smile. After being licked and fingered, Goro’s pussy must be dying to be filled.
“I won, huh?”
He runs a gentle hand through Goro’s hair before collecting a harsh grip, shoving his doll down to his hands and knees. Goro clenches his teeth while presenting himself.
“Yes. Now fuck me already.”
Akira gets his cock out and slowly strokes himself while he saunters to Goro’s backside. The sight is one straight out of his dreams: Goro’s sweet pussy and puckered asshole begging for attention. There’s an urge to spread him open and lick them both, but Akira’s poor dick can’t handle another second not plugged deep inside Goro’s pussy.
He’s still glistening with spit and pre-cum, but he lowers onto his knees and slots his cock between Goro’s pussylips to get himself wet with slick. He collects a shriek and a shudder as he grinds between Goro’s thighs, and he releases a sigh of pure content. Akira will never grow tired of his doll’s beautiful reactions.
“Put it in, Joker, put it in..!”
“Bossy.” Akira can’t help but chuckle as he lines himself up. Good thing he’s into that.
He sinks in, met with no restriction after teasing his doll’s pussy for so long. Goro sobs from the sudden intrusion, he pants, he squeezes around Akira in quick little heartbeats— so fucking tight. Akira’s hips move with a mind of their own as he starts to properly make love to his rival. Hot, wet, absolutely worth such a long wait. It’s like a little slice of heaven, packaged as a perfect cocksleeve for Akira to fuck.
You won, Goro told him, but Akira can’t help but disagree. He hasn’t won until he’s certain Goro won’t die in that engine room. He hasn’t won until he’s put a ring on his soulmate’s finger. Until he can wake up next to his husband and return home to him each night. Until he can fuck this tight pussy every single day. Only then will Akira’s mission be complete.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” he coos to the moaning mess around his cock. “Is this why you brought me down here? For me to fuck you until you can’t think?”
“Yes.” Goro doesn’t miss a beat, completely cockdrunk, completely brainwashed. “Fuck yes, give it to me..!”
Akira pounds him all the harder as a reward. He has Goro’s cute, nerdy prince shirt pushed up so he can dig into his hips, thumbs curled into his flesh hard enough to bruise. Another mark of many. He plans to paint over them every day—all the hickeys and bite marks, keeping them eternally fresh so everyone will know Goro is taken. And touch-starved, sweet virgin Goro will love every second of it. He only wants to be wanted. Akira will have him addicted to it.
How has Akira managed to resist this for so long? Every slam into Goro’s pussy is the best fucking thing he’s ever felt, each one better than the last. It’s like coming home and bundling beneath a warm blanket, soft and snug. Akira can’t let him die again. Having to go a single day without filling this darling angel will be torture. He’ll just have to keep Goro on his cock 24/7. He can’t ever leave his side now. He’s marked his territory. Goro is his.
“I knew it. You never wanted to kill me.” Akira’s voice is right in Goro’s ear, blanketed over his back, his strokes short and fast. “All that stress, all that anger… We could’ve dealt with it a lot sooner if I fucked you right away.”
Akira vows it to himself right then and there: if he has to repeat this year a fourth time, he’s not waiting until June to meet Goro. He’ll hunt him down right away, no matter where he might be, and he’ll fuck him then and there. No introductions, no small talk, no time freezing magic powers. Melting Goro’s brain comes first, then he can make his future wife fall in love with him.
“You’re not going to kill me.” It’s a statement, not a question—though it can barely be heard over Goro’s needy wailing. Akira always knew Goro would be loud. Paired with the constant clap of skin on skin, it’s like music to his ears. “You’re going to give up on your revenge plot and answer to me and only me. I’m your priority now, got it?”
Goro can hardly speak while being pounded into oblivion. But with Akira putting all his love into his pace, who can blame him?
“B-but—?”
“I’ll kill him,” Akira growls. He lifts Goro’s hips even higher, grabbing a fistful of honey brown hair and shoving his lover’s face into the floor. “I’ll never let anything hurt you again. Consider yourself lucky if I let you come with me.”
Goro lets out a long keening moan as Akira targets his g-spot. At first Akira thinks he might protest, but all that comes out of his quivering lips is;
“F-fuck me.”
So Akira fucks him all the damn harder, putting everything he has into splitting Goro open. This is for their future, this is for their shared life together, this is for three fucking years running in circles. It’s ultimately this round of fucking that will convince Goro to stay with him. It’s up to his cock to do the negotiating here.
So Akira drives in even harder, unable to pull out of Goro’s pussy for even a second. Goro’s sobs are so fucking gorgeous. Akira dreams of living in an apartment together—a nice highrise in the city—and hearing those moans bounce off the walls each night. Breaking in the place by fucking on every surface, pinning Goro to the window where anyone could look up and see a beautiful angel getting pounded. A few noise complaints here and there, but it’s nothing a few thousand yen and a wink couldn’t pay off. Only the best for Akira’s bride.
He wants that. Doesn’t Goro want that?
“You love it,” he snarls into Goro’s neck, teeth scraping his skin with the temptation to bite. “Tell me you love my cock.”
He’s railing Goro so viciously, he’d worry about hurting him if Goro wasn’t mewling up a storm, pussy clamped around him in a constant effort to pull him deeper.
“I love it—! Mmmf-f-fucking love your cock, Joker— FUCK ME!”
Akira hisses a cruel laugh. Needy slut. Only Goro of all people would demand more when his guts are already being destroyed.
Akira fucks him, boney hips battering against the soft cushion of Goro’s ass and leaving red marks in his wake. He fucks Goro like he was put on this earth to do so, and in a way, he was. Maybe when he reaches Mementos’s depths this year he’ll have to give a shoutout to Yaldy. He never would’ve ended up with a cute, evil wife if they were never destined to be rivals.
“My Goro— My darling, my perfect Goro.” Akira’s thrusts have turned erratic, lacking any sense of real rhythm. His only goal is to chase the heat presented to him, packing Goro’s pussy full of as much cock as he can manage. “Tell me you love me, sweetheart.”
Goro responds with a piercing cry, so much like a wounded animal it’s almost heartbreaking. Akira doesn’t need an answer. He knows Goro is in love with him. He’s lived through this year three times now, he’s not fucking oblivious. Goro has screamed that he hates him, thrown his glove in his face, sacrificed himself so Akira can live. They’re in a constant competition of who can be crazier about the other, and while Goro has had his fair share of crazy, Akira wants to hear him say it.
“Joker—!” Goro clamps down, a violent chokehold around Akira’s cock as he comes. His inner muscles spasm, his body thrashes, and his scream is loud enough to alert any lingering shadows nearby. But Akira doubts they’ll be bothered. He marked his territory for a reason.
It’s while he’s fucking Goro through his orgasm and chasing after his own that he hears it; what starts as a murmured prayer and gets louder, more desperate as time goes on. A chant so frantic it melts into an incomprehensible string of words.
“I love you, I love you, I love you IloveyouIloveyouloveyou…”
Akira’s heart pangs at the confession. How can he do anything but blow his load into Goro’s tight, loving pussy?
It feels like relief, all the stress of the past three years melting away into his orgasm. Goro is safe, and he’s trembling all over Akira’s cock while he’s fed the last few thrusts Akira can manage. He can’t stop coming, even as he hilts himself in Goro’s wrecked insides to keep it all contained, plugging him up. His cock throbs with a final spurt, and out with it comes a weak croak, something that can almost be classified as a squeak;
“Marry me.”
Then he collapses, snuggling up to his rival with a contented purr. He has his nose buried in soft golden hair and his cock surrounded by fucked out walls. Goro is clearly tired. Nevermind just being railed into Mementos’s floor, Akira toyed with him for god knows how long. Hours? Days??
Goro currently has his face buried in his arms, so Akira bumps his nose against the sliver of his temple that’s visible. “You okay?”
“Mmgh.”
Akira snorts. “Is that a good mmgh or a bad mmgh?”
Goro yanks his head up, his eyes narrowed in an angry snarl. His hair is a mess, his face is flushed, and his eyes are watery. He looks like he just crawled out of bed after accidentally sleeping through his alarms. Akira is in love.
“N-no wonder you’re the leader of the phantom thieves,” he hiccups. “You’ve caught up to me on this front too.”
Akira grins, offering a firm thrust in retaliation. “Are you satisfied?”
“Of course not… But if we go any further, we’d both go beyond the point of no return, wouldn’t we? In all honesty, I’d love to see just how far we can go.”
Holy fuck. Akira’s dick may never be soft again.
“I was serious,” he blurts. “You’ll marry me after this, won’t you?”
Goro blinks his long, luscious lashes before a laugh spills from his lips, far too princely for Akira’s liking. “We have an important mission coming up. Until that’s finished, you’re a vital ally to me. Nothing more.”
He looks away, his hair draping over his face and concealing his expression.
“We’re done here. Let’s go.”
It’s not a defeat, despite how defeated Akira’s dick feels as he slides out of Goro’s snug pussy. He knows Goro, and he knows this is one of his many coping mechanisms when it comes to his feelings— push it down and pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s not a defeat, because Akira still has two weeks before Goro plans to put that gun to his head. Two weeks of turning his pussy out and training him to become the perfect wife.
Akira nods as he follows Goro out of Mementos, hands shoved into his coat pockets.
.
.
It takes less than two hours before Goro barges into Leblanc and drags Akira upstairs.
“I’m going to be entirely honest with you: I hate you.”
When Akira restarted this year for a third time, the last thing he expected was to have this conversation while Goro bounces on his cock. Not that he’s complaining of course. It feels damn good to be hated.