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It was to be an ordinary night in Kichijoji for the two of them. Dinner, a game of billiards or darts, and drinks at Jazz Jin to end the night off. And yet Ren felt nervous for some reason. Well, he certainly knew the reason. It was February 14th, Valentine’s day, and him and Akechi were spending the night together. It had been a year since they ended Maruki’s false reality together, and only 2 months since Akechi came to him, showing that he was still alive. Apparently in the 10 months missing, Akechi had checked himself into a rehab facility to try and soothe the effects of Loki on himself. He was surprised Akechi had even managed to be released. Although, he had escaped death twice now, so perhaps it wasn’t so strange.
Despite their emotional reunion, nothing was official between the two of them. He had confessed his feelings to Akechi the day before they faced Maruki, and when he returned, he thought they would be together. But still two months passed without a word about it from Akechi. In fact, they picked up exactly where they left of, dancing around each other, both refusing to commit. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy their courting game, but he was getting impatient. He didn’t want to push Akechi with the first move though, afraid that he wasn’t ready for it yet.
Footsteps pulled him from his trance, as he turned to his side to see Akechi walking towards him. He was wearing the same cold weather clothes from last year, but Ren didn’t mind, after all it looked amazing on him.
“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long. Given the date the subway was packed.” He wore the same confidence as ever, as if they had never experienced hell together. How he was such a good actor Ren would never be able to figure out.
“Not really, just got here myself. I’m hungry, how does Takoyaki sound?” He tried his best to hide his anxiety behind his own cool exterior. He supposed one more night of pretending nothing happened wouldn’t hurt them. Akechi smiled.
“Takoyaki sounds amazing, shall we?”
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The night had gone on much like any other they shared. They got two orders of Takoyaki from their favorite shop, and soon found themselves inside Penguin Sniper club, playing a round of billiards. The game went on how it always did, every little movement of their bodies, every coy look and playful gesture. They both knew how bad the other wanted it but both refused to lose. The game ended quickly, Ren taking this victory for himself. They were on route for drinks when Akechi suddenly grabbed Ren’s arm.
“Joker how about we go back to Leblanc? I know it’s late, but I’d really enjoy some of your coffee right about now.” Something about him was different.
“I don’t see what not, Boss should’ve locked up by now, so it’ll just be us.”
“Sounds perfect.”
They turned tail towards the subway station, passing by a couple on the side of the road.
“Oh, thank you so much my dear! These flowers are so wonderful, I love you!” The woman squealed.
“Anything for you my love. I love you too!” The two embraced, pulling into a passionate and rather public kiss. Akechi couldn’t help but watch the display as they passed, and he noticed several others in similar positions. ‘I love you’ being thrown around by every man and woman they passed. He rarely allowed things to rattle him but couldn’t help letting this one in. His fists tightened as the two walked, and he could feel his breath speed up slightly.
“Akechi, you okay?” Ren gently put his hand on Akechi’s shoulder, pulling him into eye contact. Akechi matched him and put every fiber of his being into not letting tears fall. Those words haunted his mind as he looked at the one person he had ever understood. The boy who told Akechi that he had feelings for him. The man he had spent every living moment hating for half a year, and every moment of his therapy dreaming of.
“Yes, everything is fine. Apologies, I think I need some water.” He broke the gaze to continue walking. He didn’t have to be looking at Joker to feel the disappointment in his eyes by that response.
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They sat at the bar of Leblanc, both idly sipping on a cup of coffee. While the warmth of the coffee and the café felt amazing after walking around Kichijoji for an entire night in winter, an awkward silence was in the air, and they both could feel it. For once in their lives, neither player knew what move came next. What strategy would claim victory.
Akechi’s plan had been to take Joker on a wonderful date in Kichijoji, bring him back to Leblanc where he would tell Joker that he wanted to be with him. However, the closer they had gotten to the café, the more his stomach begin to turn. He wasn’t sure what exactly he meant by “want to be with him” and was hoping to figure it out before they got back. Initially he only wanted sex, to be friends with benefits. Maybe rivals with benefits was the better term. But the more he thought about being intimate with Joker the more scared he felt. What if sleeping together changed their friendship? What if he broke the one thing he wanted and could never fix it? Would he revert back to the anger filled beast he was two years ago? Would Joker hate him even more when he realized Akechi was still a monster?
Loki began taking control again. He couldn’t stop the thoughts from forming faster and faster. Damn it all. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I do this? Why am I so afraid? Why does he want me? Apparently, his thoughts became visible in his body as Joker’s hand gently rested onto his shaking fist.
“Hey if you need to, you could lay down in my bed?” He wore genuine worry on his face. For a moment, the mask of Joker was gone and Akechi was looking at Ren. He had dropped his façade in front of the one person he shouldn’t. Akechi was tired of holding his own.
“Y-Yes maybe I should. Why don’t you come upstairs with me?” Akechi didn’t let him respond before he grabbed Joker’s hand and walked to the stairs. He practically dragged Joker up, both silent. They got up to his room, pitch black, and Joker quickly lit a few candles before returning to Akechi. Not a moment after he got there Akechi grabbed Joker and pushed him back against the wall, his hands sliding beside his shoulders, keeping Joker pinned.
“Akechi?”
He leaned into Joker and whispered.
"I can't keep doing this Joker. You know... we can't play this game of cat and mouse forever. One side has to win eventually. Either the mouse escapes into the night, or the cat catches his prey. I have a feeling we are both routing for the cat, am I wrong?"
A few moments sat between them, eyes closed and breathing heavy. They could both feel hot breath on their lips as the walls that kept them apart came crashing down. Joker pulled him in, and Akechi immediately responded, their kiss passionate and wet. It wasn’t long before Joker tasted blood as Akechi’s teeth bit down hard on his lip. He felt the sweat clinging to his shirt, his winter jacket was off of him before he realized it. Akechi's hands were all over him, too many places to think about one specifically. The longing they both felt for an entire year. The horrible fear they both felt when they thought they lost each other, twice. The realization that they can finally be together, even if just for a night.
Akechi traveled down from Jokers’ his lips to his neck, biting hard. Nothing could ever take Joker from Akechi, and he intended to let the entire world know with his teeth. Their breath was hot, and Joker caught Akechi's smell properly. Like a woodfire that'd been burning for too long. It was so comforting, so safe... but it was dangerous and volatile at the same time. Fumbling hands worked at the buttons of Jokers shirt, and moments later it joined his jacket on the floor. Akechi didn’t waste a second before he began feeling up his most hated rivals abs.
Fuck. It was so wrong. He was touching the body of someone he had nearly killed. Why had Akechi done it? Shoot the one thing he ever grew to care for as he did his mother. As fast as the thoughts entered into his mind, Joker pushed them away with his lips. His mind was cleared in a moment. The past year didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was the years they had to come. Akechi's sweater and scarf was next to come, hitting the ground. The soft candlelight illuminated their toned bodies, glistening with sweat. Metal slapped against wood as their belts fell.
"J-Joker..." Akechi's eyes suddenly caught the bulge growing in Jokers jeans. As much as he wanted it, as much as he'd instigated, he was still afraid. He hadn’t doubted himself like this since his choice to betray Joker to Shido. But what if he touched the wrong spot, bit too hard, moved to fast? He had already hurt Joker enough as it is, how could he do it again?
"Is... is this really ok? Can I do this to you after all I've done... all I’ve put you thr-" He was cut off as Joker pushed their lips together again. He moaned into the kiss and they wrapped together again. Their skin was pressed together for the first time, the fire in their stomach heating them through the cold February night. Akechi's felt his nipple gently brush against Joker and stifled a moan. Finally, Joker pulled a way, a string of saliva between their mouths. Joker chuckled as he wiped it away.
"I want this too you know. So, I'm not going to let you be selfish enough to keep from me any longer. Tonight, I'm yours, and nothing is going to change that."
That did it for Akechi. Moments later Joker was pushed onto the bed, a wary creak marking his arrival. Akechi took a long moment to look Joker up and down before starting to remove his pants. Quickly and awkwardly, they managed to get Joker's pants hanging by his right ankle. It would've come off fully, but as soon as he had the chance Akechi lunged in, grinding his own length against Joker, pulling a harsh and needy moan from each man. The smell, the sounds, the taste, both were fully intoxicated to each other. The addiction of their game finally paid off, and soon, Akechi pulled his own pants down, granting a cocked eyebrow from Akira as he obviously checked out Akechi's bulge. Ugh even though he was clearly a bottom he liked to act as if he was in control. He always had the upper hand, was always one step ahead of Akechi. Not tonight.
Akechi grabbed Joker's boxers and pulled them down to mirror his pants, revealing his fully erect length, and toned ass. Joker gave him a wide grin, clearly proud of showing himself off. His confidence was repulsive. Stripped naked and about to be fucked like a sow and he had the gall to smirk. Akechi was so sick of it. His own cock was out a moment later, and he was climbing onto the bed. Their dicks rubbed against each other pulling a moan from each. Out of curiosity Akechi checked to see who was bigger as they pressed together.
"Of course, it's a fucking tie..." Akechi barked. Joker chuckled again, moving his hands up to rub the back of Akechi's neck. He was practically on fire, but the feather like touches of Joker’s fingers sent cool electric sensations down his spine.
"Didn't you say the game was over? You won. The mouse is all yours. Go ahead and take your prize." He laid his head back, lifting his hips up, practically begging for Akechi to take him. He just growled in response, taking a second to lube himself and Joker's tight ass up. He firmly grabbed onto Joker's feminine hips and lined himself up. He took a few deep shaky breathes before finally mustering the courage to push inside.
"Ahh! Ahh fuck!" Moans and screams rang from both parties as Akechi gave Joker his first. Joker's eyes twitched for a moment as Akechi pushed his full length inside. Hips pressed against Joker's butt, and then they stayed there for a few moments, bodies connected. Akechi was expecting another quip from his partner, so instead of waiting, he took the advantage. He pulled back quickly, and just as fast slammed back inside, pulling a whimper from Joker. Oh... that was a fun sound. He repeated the action and was awarded with the same whimper. Yes... that's what he deserves. The thrusts continued, pulling equally desperate whimpers and moans from Jokers lips.
"Now we see your true form, huh Joker? Confidant leader of the phantom thieves, submitting himself to his archfoe. How..." He leaned in and whispered. "poetic."
Joker could only cry like a wounded animal in response. He certainly didn't hide that he was a masochist, hell most of his friends were well aware. And yet feeling the object of his desire take the role he had dreamed of was too much. He melted in a moment.
"P-please... Akechi..."
Akechi slammed in again, earning another whimper.
"Akechi? Don't be so formal with me Ren. You said it yourself... you're mine now! That means you call me Goro you understand?" His eyes were dark and angry, eyes that would scare any normal person away. And yet, those where the eyes Joker had fallen in love with.
"Yeah... I'm sorry Goro."
Akechi shivered upon hearing his first name spoken by his partner. It had been so many years since anyone used his name like that. Perhaps he could get used to it. The thrusts continued again, growing faster and faster. He could feel unearthly sensations building up inside. His balls were starting to twitch as his throbbing length ravished Joker. Joker clenched and cried more, his eyes begging for his love. Their breathes were uneven, ragged, and heavy. Yet neither had ever felt more connected than they did in this moment.
"Ren... I… I'm gonna..."
"Me too Goro... please don't stop. I'll be yours forever just please finish inside me!" He pulled Akechi closer, sweat dripping from his brow. Akechi sped up as he felt his orgasm approaching.
"Fffff- FUCK!" He leaned forward and clamped his teeth down hard under Joker’s collar bone, quickly tasting blood. It happened in a hot flash, all the muscles in his pelvis flexed and twitched as his hot cum filled Joker up. Joker’s moans mixed in with his muffled screams as Akechi felt a hot wetness hitting his abdomen, only to realize Joker had cum with him. Wow... that was a lot of Cum. They stayed like that for a while, arms wrapped around each other, Akechi's head crooked into Joker's neck, both breathing heavily as they calmed down. Fear quickly returned to Akechi. He pulled back with a look of horror in his eye. He had learned to control the sadistic creature in his brain, but he lost control.
"Joker I... I’m so sor-"
“Hey” Joker stopped him. A hand was against his cheek, gently massaging his face. “That felt amazing Goro… I really liked every second of it. You didn’t hurt me ok? Actually, the opposite, that felt fucking perfect.” Akechi could only stare in confusion. All these feelings were so new.
“Well… I’m glad it felt good. If that’s the case, I hope you don’t mind if I ask for more?”
“Of course not. Although maybe we should go slower next time, for you. Not that I mind when you get a little aggressive.”
Akechi nodded.
“Yes… I agree, slower would be nice for a bit… may I still call you Ren?”
Joker’s smile was more heartwarming than any touch he had ever felt.
“Of course, you can… Goro.”