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Atsushi stood frozen in the polished hallway of the Port Mafia headquarters, clutching the small brown parcel against his chest as though it were a live grenade.
It wasn't particularly heavy. In fact, it felt suspiciously light...which somehow made it even more terrifying.
Dazai's final instructions replayed in his mind for what had to be the hundredth time.
"Hand it over to Chuuya or, if he is out, give it to Akutagawa. No one else. If anyone else touches it..."
Dazai had smiled. That was the worst part.
"I'll make you regret it."
“Chuuya-san is out,” Higuchi repeated for the fifth time. “I’ll take the package.”
Atsushi shook his head so hard his hair flopped into his eyes. “Nope. Dazai was very specific. If Chuuya’s gone, it goes to Akutagawa. That’s it.”
Higuchi’s eye twitched. “Akutagawa-san is on break. He doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
“Break? That guy?” Atsushi leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Look, if I mess this up Dazai will turn me into tiger sushi. Just tell me where his room is.”
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"I'll only be, like...thirty seconds."
"No."
"I'll knock."
"No."
"I'll knock politely."
"No."
"I'll compliment his coat."
"Absolutely not."
"I'll run away immediately if he looks angry."
"He always looks angry."
"...Good point."
The conversation dissolved into another several minutes of increasingly ridiculous negotiations.
"I could leave it outside his door."
"No."
"I could slide it underneath."
"No."
"I could toss it through the window."
"We're on the third floor."
"...Right."
"I'll tape it to Rashomon."
"You are not touching Rashomon."
"I value my life too much for that."
"Good."
Eventually, Higuchi looked as though she'd aged ten years.
She pulled out a notepad with far more force than necessary.
Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
She tore off the paper and shoved it into Atsushi's hand.
"Room 309."
Atsushi blinked.
"...Really?"
"Yes."
"You trust me?"
"No."
"...Fair."
She pointed a warning finger at him.
"You knock once."
"Once."
"If he doesn't answer-"
"I leave."
"If he says 'go away'-"
"I leave."
"If Rashomon comes through the door-"
"I scream and leave."
"If you hear coughing-"
"I definitely leave."
"If he growls..."
Atsushi swallowed.
"...Run?"
"Run."
"What if he opens the door?"
"Pray."
"..."
"..."
"That's not very reassuring."
"It isn't meant to be."
Atsushi stared at the little slip of paper in his hand.
Room 309.
This suddenly felt like a death sentence disguised as directions.
He looked back at Higuchi one last time.
"Are you sure he'll... you know... not kill me?"
She gave him a sympathetic smile.
"I didn't say that."
Atushi stared at her as if she had insulted his absolutely non-exsistent blood-line, before making his way to Akutagawa's room.
Atsushi lingered in the hallway far longer than necessary, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while clutching the parcel like it might bite him.
The Port Mafia building smelled like gunpowder and expensive whiskey, and every passing subordinate gave him the side-eye that screamed "wrong place, wrong time." He had already knocked on three wrong doors, been yelled at by a woman with an umbrella, and nearly tripped over a stack of suspicious crates labeled "do not open unless you want to die."
When he finally reached room 309, Higuchi’s warning echoed in his head: "Knock once. If he growls, run." Atsushi raised his fist, hesitated, then decided Dazai’s wrath was worse than Akutagawa’s temper. He pushed the door open without knocking.
The sight inside short-circuited every brain cell he possessed.
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke lay on black silk sheets wearing nothing but sheer black lace lingerie that clung to his pale skin like a second layer.
The delicate bralette framed his chest, nipples stiff and dark against the thin fabric.
The matching panties were pulled aside, and a thick black vibrator buzzed loudly between his spread thighs, half-buried in his ass. His long black hair spilled across the pillow in messy strands, cheeks flushed crimson, lips parted around shaky breaths. One hand gripped the remote while the other clawed at the sheets.
Atsushi’s jaw dropped. The parcel slipped from his fingers.
Akutagawa’s eyes snapped open. For one mortified second they stared at each other. Then the vibrator pulsed harder and a broken moan tore from his throat.
"W-What the fuck are you doing here, weretiger?!" he snarled, voice cracking with humiliation.
"Parcel from Dazai," Atsushi squeaked, eyes darting everywhere except the obvious. "For Chuuya or you. Chuuya’s gone so—holy shit, you’re literally vibrating right now!"
Akutagawa’s face burned darker. He tried to sit up but the toy shifted deeper and another humiliating sound escaped. "Ngh~ Fuck. Get out!"
Atsushi’s pupils were now blown wide, heat flooding his gaze as he drank in the sight of Akutagawa spread out and trembling. Lust replaced every trace of shock.
"You know what? You look fucking incredible like this," he growled, voice low and thick. "I can help you finish. Let me fuck you properly."
Akutagawa’s fingers tightened around the remote. His thighs trembled around the thick toy stretching him.
Rashomon twitched at his fingertips, ready to lash out, but the steady buzz against his prostate made his cock twitch helplessly against the lace. He weighed the options...humiliation versus the desperate need clawing at him...and swallowed hard.
"This changes nothing, Jinko," he rasped. "One word to anyone and I’ll slice you open."
Atsushi nodded, already climbing onto the bed. "Deal."
He hooked the panties further aside and gripped the base of the vibrator, pushing it deeper in one slow thrust. Akutagawa’s back arched, a shaky moan tearing free. Atsushi caught the sound with his mouth, kissing him hard and deep while his tongue explored every desperate noise.
"Mmmph--fuck," Akutagawa hissed against his lips, glaring even as his hips rocked down onto the toy. "Hurry up, idiot."
Atsushi grinned and cranked the vibrator higher. The sudden intensity made Akutagawa’s legs spread wider. Atsushi mouthed down his throat, sucking hard until a dark hickey bloomed beneath the bralette. Another followed on his collarbone, then lower, teeth grazing a stiff nipple through the lace.
"Still hate me?" Atsushi murmured, licking over the mark.
"Always," Akutagawa gasped, voice cracking as the toy pulsed relentlessly inside him. His hand fisted in Atsushi’s hair, yanking him closer. "You’re still the same annoying weretiger."
Atsushi freed his cock, already hard and leaking, and slicked it with spit. He eased the vibrator out slowly, watching Akutagawa’s hole clench around nothing, then pressed the head of his dick against the slick rim.
"Bet you’d look even better if I opened that door right now," Atsushi said, voice rough with lust as he pushed in inch by inch. "Let the whole Port Mafia see you like this...spread out in your pretty lace, getting fucked by their enemy."
Akutagawa’s eyes widened, a flush racing down his chest. His hole fluttered around Atsushi’s cock, clenching tight at the filthy words. "You—ngh—wouldn’t dare."
"Wouldn’t I?" Atsushi bottomed out and started a steady rhythm, hips snapping forward. Each thrust dragged broken moans from Akutagawa.
"Imagine their faces. All those subordinates walking by, seeing you with your legs spread, panties pulled aside, my cock buried in your ass. You’d probably cum even harder knowing they’re watching."
Akutagawa’s nails raked down Atsushi’s back, drawing thin lines of blood. The sting only made his cock leak more against the sheer fabric. "Shut up—ah!—you filthy tiger."
Atsushi leaned down, sucking another hickey onto the swell of Akutagawa’s chest visible above the bralette. "Your body says otherwise. You’re squeezing me so tight every time I mention it."
He angled his hips, grinding against Akutagawa’s prostate with every thrust. Akutagawa’s head tipped back, mouth open around panting breaths. "Harder, Jinko. Don’t you dare slow down."
Atsushi obliged, pounding into him with growing force. The lace panties stayed tangled around one thigh, brushing against Atsushi’s skin.
He reached between them to stroke Akutagawa’s cock through the thin material, thumb circling the wet head.
"Fuck, you’re dripping," Atsushi groaned. "If I cracked the door open even a little, anyone could hear those pretty sounds you’re making. They’d know exactly what their scary Akutagawa is doing--getting railed by the ADA’s weretiger while wearing lingerie."
Akutagawa’s thighs trembled. The mix of humiliation and pleasure made his hole clench rhythmically around Atsushi’s cock. "You talk too much-ah! Keep going."
Atsushi kissed him again, messy and deep, tongues sliding together while his hips kept driving forward. "It would be a good idea to let them line up and watch you fall apart on my dick, wouldn't it? You’d probably beg for it once you got close."
Akutagawa’s back arched sharply. "Bastard—!" His voice cracked into a moan as Atsushi’s hand sped up on his cock. "Don’t you—ngh—stop."
Atsushi sucked another mark onto his throat, right where the lace ended. "That’s it. Take it. You feel so good clenching around me every time I talk about showing you off."
Atsushi sucked another dark mark onto Akutagawa’s throat, right where the lace edge of the panties’ matching bralette ended. His teeth grazed the skin, leaving fresh hickies blooming across the pale chest. "That’s it. Take it. You feel so good clenching around me every time I talk about showing you off."
Akutagawa came with a broken, high-pitched cry, his cock pulsing hard between Atsushi’s fingers. Thick cum spilled over the weretiger’s hand and soaked deeper into the sheer panties, the fabric turning translucent where the hot seed spread.
His hole pulsed tight around Atsushi’s cock, rhythmic contractions dragging the dominant man over the edge. Atsushi buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding Akutagawa’s insides with hot cum that leaked out around his shaft with every twitch.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged and heavy.
Atsushi pressed soft kisses to Akutagawa’s swollen lips, then trailed them down to the fresh marks across his chest and collarbone. His cock remained half-hard inside the tight heat, small aftershocks making both men shudder.
Akutagawa turned his head away, face still flushed crimson down to his chest. "Get out before I change my mind and kill you."
Atsushi smirked, pulling out carefully. Cum immediately began to trickle from Akutagawa’s stretched hole, staining the sheets beneath him.
"Don’t forget the parcel, enemy."
"What parcel?"
Before Akutagawa could react, Atsushi darted forward and planted a lightning-fast kiss on his lips.
He, then tossed the small brown package onto the bed and sprinted for the door.
The door slammed shut.
Silence.
Then-
"NAKAJIMA ATSUSHI!"
And just like that, the entire Port Mafia knew one thing with absolute certainty.
Whatever Nakajima Atsushi had done...
Would make him spend the rest of his day running for his life.
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