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In a perfect world, this wouldn’t be happening. He'd be comfortable in his bed, looking forward to hanging out with his friends the next day. Maybe he'd get some ramen or something. His favorite artists would come out with even more music for him to add to his playlists and put on repeat, and he'd be more content than ever, sketching idly in his notebook while Shiki braindumps about a new design of Eri's. Rhyme would be kicking Beat's ass in a video game, and Neku would be holding back his chuckling as Beat flails and loudly wonders when and how Rhyme managed to get so good. It'd be nice. Neku was pretty sure it'd be the first time he's felt so happy and at peace.
Then again, Neku’s sure that in a perfect world, he wouldn’t have died twice, either. He wouldn't find himself back here, fighting Noise and putting up with shit he swears he's already done before.
Funny how that works, huh?
At any rate, he’s close to considering the option of dying again regardless of what that'd entail if it means he doesn’t have to deal with this.
“Neku, Neku, Neku.” Joshua’s voice comes from somewhere behind, but Neku can hear the infuriating smirk in the syllables of his name. “Didn’t you think to ask me before charging ahead like that? If you had, maybe I could’ve made it easier on you.”
“You’re full of it,” Neku growls, his fists clenching. Joshua had been there from the start, after all; he could’ve made it easier at any point in time instead of hanging back and just waiting for an opportune moment. “You let this happen.”
Neku pushes himself away from the wall only to turn his back against the brick. He feels heavy, his strength sapped by the stinging, near paralysis that takes hold of his body. He’s shuddering against his will, his face flushed with unfamiliar heat; in front of him, Joshua grins with a slight tilt of his head, his arms folded casually. He’s not sorry in the slightest. Typical.
“Need a hand?” Joshua purrs, twirling a lock of hair between his fingers, and Neku closes his eyes in hopes of ignoring the way that calculating gaze looks him over like meat.
“No.” It’ll go away on its own, he’s sure.
He’s expecting some sort of insistence or complaint in response but Joshua only shrugs, curling his fingers to idly begin fake-inspecting his nails.
“Disappointing. Suit yourself, then. Shall we get a move on?”
Given everything, he should’ve realized something was up then and there. But there are other things on his mind, a distinct amount of non-Joshua problems that require more of his attention than trying to analyze Joshua’s every shady word and action. Is it so wrong to feel relieved that for once Joshua doesn't seem to be so intent on getting on his every nerve?
Forcing his unsteady limbs to listen to him, Neku steps forward.
“Let’s go.”
***
In all the times he’s spent fighting Noise, never have any left him feeling like this before. Were it only one or two responsible, it would’ve made more sense, but it’s more than just the Madchester’s sting or the burn of the Ambiefox’s flames that leave Neku much too hot and far too out of it to focus. He doesn’t bounce back so easily this time; it’s hard to imagine himself being thankful for Joshua dragging him into an empty alleyway, but he is. This way he can at least stop stumbling through random bystanders like he’s drunk and out on the streets on a weekend night. A small mercy.
Joshua leans back against the wall opposite of where Neku slumps over, expression calm and detached in the face of Neku’s instability. Each breath feels like fire in Neku’s lungs; he can’t stop shaking. When his legs finally give in and he’s kneeling against the concrete, Joshua speaks up again.
“You look awful, Neku.”
“Thanks for pointing out the obvious,” Neku snaps, immediately wishing Joshua hadn’t said anything at all. But nothing’s going right today anyway, so why wouldn’t he? "You wouldn't look so great yourself if it were you caught up in this."
“I beg to differ. I'm sure you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of me if our positions were reversed."
Neku scowls. He hopes the distaste in his glare brands Joshua like an iron.
"Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out yet? I thought you were smarter than this.”
Neku barely has it in him to growl, "Yeah. I've figured how much of a waste of time it is talking to you."
He reaches up to press his headphones further against his ears in an attempt to block the sound of Joshua's voice out. They're not there, though—Neku feels the weight of their absence amidst his confusion.
Did I lose them? No, it can't be that... I didn't bring them with me? Really?
Joshua stares at him as if waiting for some sort of response. Neku can’t think of any, caught up in consternation, though having Joshua’s eyes so intently on him leaves him feeling even warmer than before. If that blank expression is an indication of disappointment, Neku doesn’t parse it. But he does notice when something odd flickers across it, even though it’s gone in a flash. Neku’s eyes narrow.
“What?”
Almost instantly, Joshu’s entire... everything seems back to what Neku's used to. For better or worse.
“You’ve really got it bad, huh? Guess it can’t be helped, then.” Joshua sighs as though whatever he knows that Neku doesn’t is somehow exasperating, but not enough to really keep the grin out of the sound. Neku glares in suspicion.
“Would you just explain what the hell’s going on already?” He knows better than to expect anything—Joshua’s never straightforward or helpful when Neku needs him to be—but Neku still can’t help but look up at him from where he kneels, hoping that things could be simple just once.
But instead of answering Joshua moves in closer, and Neku’s heart does some weird somersault against his ribcage as though he’s expecting something to come out of it. He’s not sure what, but Joshua leans forward and the tips of his fingers brush Neku’s bangs out of his face, and it’s all Neku can do but to wonder how they’ve gotten damp instead of why he can’t get himself to flinch away.
It’s strange; he’s never been one for being touched and yet Joshua’s palm provides some sense of relief that has Neku leaning into it instinctively before his mind finally catches up to what he’s doing and where they are. It takes more effort than it should to jerk away, leaving Joshua’s hand hanging in the space between them. Neku grits his teeth.
“Stop messing around and tell me already!” His voice comes out in a harsh sound, breathless and ragged. He may as well have been out running and fighting Noise for hours. Joshua straightens to his full height, and a part of Neku hates how he seems to be towering over him like this, but somehow not as much as he hates the next words to come out of Joshua’s mouth.
“Can’t you tell, Neku? You’re in heat.”
If Neku had any energy left in his limbs, he would’ve punched him in his stupid, smug face.
“Should’ve known better than to ask you anything.”
“What, you don't believe me? But it’s the truth.”
Neku scoffs. “Yeah, and I’m alive and in the RG right now.”
There’s something weird in the way Joshua looks at him, a strange sense of fondness in sly, dark eyes.
“That’s true, too.”
“Cut the crap already!”
He’s starting to get a headache. It’s not helping when everything feels so damn hot. Would it kill Joshua to stop messing with him just this once? Probably.
“But it’s fun.” Joshua’s voice is a purr—and it’s suddenly close. Way too close. Neku yelps at the blatant and sudden disregard of personal space, falling backwards. His back hits the wall behind him; all at once, he feels crowded in.
When Joshua’s leg nudges between his in a coy, deliberate manner, Neku feels something else entirely.
“Wh-What the hell are you doing?!” He squawks. Yet when he tries to scramble away, he finds himself trapped. His heart pounds.
“Helping,” Joshua hums, amusement drizzling off his tongue.
“How’s this helping anything?!” If anything, it all but seems to make it worse. "Get off of me!"
“Oh, don’t deny it, Neku. Your body’s already making it plenty obvious.”
As much as he wishes he could, Neku’s well aware of the pressing issue he’s been fighting to ignore. He’s hard as a rock, like all the blood in his head has shot right between his legs. it’s driving him crazy; Joshua’s body slithering up against his is doing him absolutely no favors.
That doesn’t mean he’s about to just accept this, though.
“Get off...” He clenches his teeth, fists balled. Joshua’s too close; he can see the way his lashes flutter when he tilts his head and smirks.
“Then push me off.”
It’s a challenge that doesn’t even try to be anything else—an easy one at that. Neku growls in frustration and puts his hands on Joshua’s shoulders, fully intending to shove him away.
Except...
“You can’t, can you?”
Neku’s head spins. His tongue is heavy behind his lips. He’s sick of Joshua being right. No matter how he wills it, he can’t summon the strength to force Joshua away; Joshua makes the most of it by pressing their hips together teasingly, pulling a hiss from between Neku’s lips.
“What’s the matter? I thought you trusted me.”
“Trust you with what? This?” He doesn’t even know what this is!
“But I told you, didn’t I? Weren’t you listening, Neku?”
In what world is he supposed to believe that he’s in heat? What is he, a dog?
“I told you to stop messing around—!”
“But you’re burning up, Neku. At this rate, you’re gonna melt.”
Neku’s teeth sink into his lip as he squirms. It doesn’t help him gain any sort of leverage between them; Joshua takes that as nothing less than a hint to push his boundaries and ease a hand to Neku’s waist and inch downwards, further and further until his fingers are drawing circles along the inside of Neku’s thigh.
“Don’t you trust me, Neku?”
He does, he thinks. Sort of. Maybe under normal circumstances. But right now, he isn’t so sure.
“Let me help,” Joshua insists. His hand brushes against Neku’s crotch, and sparks go racing through Neku’s veins at the contact. “You need me right now.”
His words, his very voice echoes through Neku’s head in a way that very nearly eases the throbbing. If Neku didn’t know any better, he’d almost think it pleasant.
“Trust me, Neku. Like you always do.”
His heart drums in unsteady beats; his breath slips from his lungs. He really is melting, inside and out, in ways that leave Neku slumped against the building’s sturdy wall. Does he really always trust Joshua? Something about that doesn’t seem right, but Neku struggles to hold onto his skepticism.
“What if someone...”
“Sees us?” Joshua finishes, as if already prepared for any pitiful concern Neku could conjure. “Then they’d be quite lucky, wouldn’t they?” At Neku’s incoherent mumbling, he adds, “It’s fine, Neku. They won’t.”
How can you be so sure? He wants to ask, but Joshua’s intent massages the very corners of his thoughts as though imprinting on him to chase all his worries away.
Trust me, Neku.
He decides to ask something different.
“What are you going to do...?”
Something subtle changes in Joshua in ways that Neku can’t quite understand, but for some reason, his hackles aren’t raised for it. Feeling safe might be a bit of a stretch—is he ever safe around Joshua, given everything? He’s sure that isn’t true—but he doesn’t feel as anxious as he did even just moments ago.
So when Joshua hums and leans in closer, his lips brushing against Neku’s ear, Neku doesn’t feel too much like prey trapped between the jaws of a crafty predator. Too much, at least; it still leaves him feeling faint with uncertainty.
“Like I said, I’m going to help you,” he repeats, but what Neku hears is something much more vulgar than that, and it leaves his face aflame. “You’ll feel better before you know it.”
He shouldn’t trust this. He doesn’t want to trust this, not when he still has so many questions to ask and so many uncertainties left to untangle. But he can’t resist anymore. He wonders if he really could in the first place.
“How?” His breaths are heavy, his voice fallen to a whisper—as though everything about this should be kept quiet and under wraps. Joshua’s hands craftily start undoing his pants, and Neku closes his eyes.
“By making you come, dear. Isn’t it obvious?”
Maybe a little more than he’d like it to be. Joshua has the nerve to giggle.
“You know, you’re really cute like this, Neku.”
A part of him is sure that in any other situation, Joshua’s words would have come across to be as patronizing and teasing as he knows they likely are. But his mind is doing nothing but work against him today, convincing him of things that don’t make any sense; urging him to follow along with Joshua’s intent, to stop fighting so hard and just let go. To accept the idea of being called ‘cute’ as being praised; to shift his hips just enough to make Joshua’s conquest easier, allowing him to shuffle Neku’s pants low enough to fish his cock out in the middle of an alley, during the unquestionable broad daylight of Shibuya. In the middle of the Game.
Neku shudders. Whines.
Anyone could so much as glance down the alley and see them. Another player, a reaper—hell, Neku wouldn’t be surprised if someone in the RG could catch them like this. If anything worse could happen to him today, short of dying again, he’s sure it’d happen at this point.
Though maybe he’ll die anyway. That seems about right, too.
Joshua’s fingers curl around his cock and squeeze just slightly, enough to scramble Neku’s spiraling thoughts and drag him back into the madness of the present. It’s distracting enough that Neku hardly notices the way he moans at the touch; it’d be mortifying if he had much capacity to think.
“Relax,” Joshua purrs. Despite everything, Neku finds himself—or at least his body—listening, his head thudding back against the wall and his legs spreading just enough to more easily accommodate Joshua’s body between them. “Good boy, Neku.”
Oh, he hates that. He knows he hates it. But the fire that sparks beneath his skin isn’t the rage that Neku’s used to. It’s a strange feeling that leaves his skin buzzing and his fingers trembling against the fabric of Joshua’s shirt. He hadn’t realized he was still holding onto him.
“You haven’t done this before, have you?”
There are a lot of ways Neku could interpret that, he knows, but all the desire to be a brat, to fight back has been siphoned out of him.
“No,” he mumbles, awfully honest despite his most basic instincts. “I haven’t.”
Joshua makes a thoughtful sound, pumping Neku’s cock with slow, exploring motions. There’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes Neku shiver.
“Guess I’ll have no choice but to go slow, hm?”
Aren’t you going slow enough already? It certainly seemed like it, at least.
Joshua chuckles. For a moment, Neku can’t help but wonder if he spoke the thought aloud.
“Now, now, dear. Isn’t rushing what got you here in the first place?”
Joshua’s thumb circles the head of Neku’s cock, almost idly spreading the leaking precome gathered there. It leaves his grasp more slick than before, an easier glide to his rhythmic stroking. Neku’s breaths come hot; his eyes wander down to watch each movement as though entranced.
He knows Joshua's watching him closely in turn, can feel the heat of his gaze tracing over every twitch of muscle, every lick of his lips. Neku's cock is pulsing in Joshua’s grasp; it only feels as though it stands heavier with the more focus Joshua places on him. When that haze-inducing touch leaves, Neku feels as though he's damn close to exploding.
"Why'd you—?"
"Stop? Hmm... I wonder?"
Neku could go insane.
“Joshua,” he groans, gritting his teeth. His hips try fruitlessly to rock up into Joshua’s hand, but Joshua doesn’t allow him any meaningful leeway. When Neku meets his eyes to witness that half-lidded molten look, he nearly regrets it.
“Yes, Neku?”
He knows how this is going to go; his stomach swoops at the thought of it. His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he tries to communicate his wants without using his words.
But Joshua keeps waiting, patient and calm and way too in control. The curl of his lips should piss Neku off; instead it makes each breath come hotter.
“What’s the matter? Cat caught your tongue?”
Neku really, really wants to hate him right now. Wants to shut him up, wants to make him move, wants something. Almost anything. He doesn’t want this, to be backed into a corner and forced to strip away his pride for the sake of sanity.
“Use your words, Neku,” Joshua hums, almost encouraging, and Neku all but feels the vibration resonate through his bones. “What do you want?”
Right now, some part of him wants to cry. But that’s not what leaves his tongue in quiet, involuntary whimpers.
“Joshua, please.”
For a moment, Joshua stiffens. As close as their bodies are, Neku can feel the rush of tension that winds through his form, can see the pause in Joshua’s thoughts through his very expression. Neku gulps down air.
“Please. You have... you have to keep going. Please.”
He’s afraid Joshua won’t listen to him even then. It’d be expected of him, Neku has no doubt of that, but the more time that passes, the more he needs, and Neku isn’t sure he can take it anymore.
“You still haven’t said what you want, dear.” When Joshua speaks, his voice is a low murmur barely brushing Neku’s lips. “What are you asking for, Neku? Tell me.”
Neku’s head spins. He grips at Joshua weakly.
“Make me come.” The words are like drugs in his system, leaving him nearly boneless. Maybe in that other life of his, he could burn to a crisp in shame over the words he forces himself to speak. “Please. I need... need you to—”
And then Joshua’s mouth is around him, warm and wet, and Neku forgets how to breathe.
His chest burns. His heart feels ready to burst and splinter off into a hundred fragments. Joshua’s hands rest languidly on Neku’s hips and yet Neku feels all but pinned in place, anchored down by an invisible force. He feels lightheaded in ways entirely unfamiliar—not that any of this is familiar in the first place, but none of that matters when Joshua’s moving along his cock in a nice and easy rhythm, sucking him off as though he’s some sort of professional.
And Neku’s left in ashes. His voice sounds distant to his own ears, not quite loud but far from quiet. he brings a shaking hand to cover his mouth and muffle the noises while the other clings to Joshua’s shoulder.
Be louder for me.
The thought passes through his head as a gentle suggestion yet it sticks to Neku’s thoughts like a sticky barb nonetheless. Before he knows it, his hand is falling slightly from where he hides behind it, and his moans come louder, uninhibited. His face is flushed, his eyes closed, lip swollen from his biting; he must look as obscene as he sounds.
Good boy. Keep doing that.
Neku trembles as the praise curls around him, leaving his head spinning. Joshua’s mouth works him without pause to even so much as breathe; he takes Neku all the way to the base, holds him there, and hums.
Neku doesn't last long. He tries to stop himself from moaning Joshua’s name but he fails, and he doesn't have the space to mind it when he's coming deep down Joshua’s mouth, all the heat pooling in his limbs spilling into Joshua's throat. And Joshua purrs through it as he swallows it all down, satisfaction rumbling under his skin, making Neku see stars.
And then Neku opens his eyes, no longer in the center of Shibuya, but nestled in the familiarity of his bed.
The breeze from his cracked open window doesn’t do anything for the sweat clinging to his body. He kicks the sheets aside in discomfort even as he gasps, his brain struggling to process what just happened. A dream? What kind of dream was that supposed to be? Joshua’s face is still so vivid in his head, his breath still warm against Neku’s skin. Neku shakes his head and swats at his throat, trying to brush the sensation away.
His boxers are wet at the crotch, and Neku knows instinctively that it isn’t the sweat’s doing. His cock is twitching, throbbing echoes of phantom sensations still pulsing through him even though he knows that somehow, he’s already been satisfied. That doesn’t seem to ease the feeling much, though. If anything, it leaves a distant part of him wanting more, something real.
Neku groans and drops back against his bed, staring up at the ceiling. What the fuck was all of that supposed to be about?
“You seem distraught, Neku.”
If he could, he would’ve jumped right out of his damned skin. Thankfully he’s still in one piece as he scrambles back against the wall, his pulse quickened as the spike of fear-laced adrenaline forces its way into his bloodstream. There’s no need to scan his room for the source; wide, blue eyes latch onto Joshua’s frame, sitting on the edge of Neku’s bed, immediately.
He hasn’t seen Joshua in the RG once after the Game finally ended. Seeing him now, here, leaves his mouth dry in an attempt to form any semblance of words.
Joshua twirls a lock of his hair, smirking. “You seem surprised. Even though you’re the one that called me.”
Neku blinks. Called him? Sure, Neku’s tried to text him plenty of times, even called out for Joshua some days, hoping that he’d finally answer and join the group as they hung out together, but Joshua never responded to any of it. And yet now, when Neku doesn’t remember doing anything of the sort, he’s just here? In Neku’s room? On his bed?
“What’s the matter? Cat caught your tongue?”
At first, Neku freezes. Then he scowls, finally finding his footing.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” He hiss-whispers, all too aware of what hour of night it is. “Why are you—?!”
“Oh I’m sure you know, Neku,” Joshua hums. As though he knows the answer before Joshua begins to say it, Neku’s heart leaps into his throat.
His instincts were right. He watches as Joshua slinks closer but it doesn’t seem real. The mattress doesn’t shift and Joshua moves while not quite moving, like something ethereal and strange, less form and more feeling. Neku’s back is against his bed before he knows it; Joshua’s on top of him, straddling his hips, looking down at Neku with an expression just as strange as it is arousing.
Wait. What?
“Just relax.” Joshua’s voice is a dangerous silk that wraps around Neku’s throat, stealing his breath with a gentle constriction. Neku’s frozen beneath him, wide-eyed and uncertain. His cock throbs in his boxers, nestled comfortably against Joshua’s weight.
Neku isn’t thinking straight when he asks, “What are you going to do?”
Joshua grins, and Neku knows the answer.
He must be still caught up in his dream, because there’s no way something like this could be happening in reality.
Every roll of Joshua’s hips leaves Neku in burning fragments. The heat of Joshua’s body grips him tight, stripping Neku of every slim measure of sense he somehow has left and it’s maddening. A situation that even his bright Imagination couldn’t have possibly conjured: Joshua moving atop him, eyes half-lidded and lips parted around silent breaths. His cock is hard beneath the skirt he wears, an alluring tent beneath cloth that teases Neku’s gaze with each bounce. The image of him in his entirety is something Neku could watch forever.
When the thought passes through Neku’s head, Joshua shudders and moans. It’s the first real sound he’s made all this time.
“You’re so good, Neku,” the Composer pants, and Neku feels himself throb against Joshua’s walls as the praise runs through his system. “Keep watching me, just like that.”
It’s just like how he’d felt in his dreams, Neku thinks. Joshua’s suggestive commands latch onto Neku’s soul, easing Neku into compliancy using nothing but simple words. He can’t tear his eyes away from Joshua’s nearly shimmering silhouette; he can’t hold back the sounds that spill from his own throat, either, and Neku dimly realizes that the Joshua before him hadn’t been the one to ask that of him.
But he can’t stop himself. Every hint of protest in his mind is muddled by an odd, persistent thought to be good and follow Joshua’s whims—even the ones that only existed in Neku’s dreams. Neku’s helpless to it, complacent when he wants fight, brought closer to the edge when some part of him wants to savor the feeling of Joshua wrapped around him.
And then it stops.
“What?” Neku’s voice is strained, a gasping whisper as he reaches out to claw at Joshua’s thighs, so close to coming that he can nearly taste it. He just needs a little more, he knows. Just a slight bit more.
Joshua, that bastard, is smirking down at him. Neku feels a creeping sense of deja-vu.
“Is something wrong, dear?”
Neku feels the frustration welling within him, strong enough to contest with even the fire weighing his limbs down. He grits his teeth.
“Don’t play around... !” Not right now, when I’m so close! “You know what you—”
Joshua grinds his hips, slow and deliberate, and Neku’s voice catches in the back of his throat and comes out cracked and squeaking. His fingers twitch; he wants to strangle the amused look right off of Joshua’s face.
“Come on, Neku. How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t ask me?”
“You’d know even if I didn’t, wouldn’t you?” Neku manages to snarl, his nails biting into Joshua’s skin. Despite how much he wills it, he can’t get himself to move and seek the relief himself.
Joshua giggles and presses his fingers to his lips in a coy gesture.
“How could I?” He asks, but there’s nothing genuine in his play at innocence. “I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty head of yours without you telling me.”
“Bullshit.”
“Then think it for me. Try it.”
Neku finds himself reluctant to do even that, if only because it’s exactly what Joshua wants, and the spell that had trapped him beneath Joshua’s pleasure feels like sand slipping away from him more and more each second. But his cock is still so hard it hurts, and the promise of climax teases at the head of it in a way that makes Neku want to cry. Or punch something. Joshua, preferably.
I can’t take this. He thinks it almost involuntarily while still trying to come to terms with Joshua’s challenge. I’ll go crazy. I need to come. You have to let me!
He’s expecting Joshua to answer him, against his better judgement. Maybe he wants to believe the best of him—maybe some part of him thinks that Joshua will be kind.
But Joshua just continues looking at him, still seated in Neku’s lap as he toys with a curl of his hair, expectant.
“Are you done?” He asks, shifting slightly as if Neku were just a piece of furniture.
Maybe it’s the nonchalant look in Joshua’s eyes that does it. Maybe it’s the teasing notion that he could move at any moment, but something makes an important part of Neku snap, brought to his limit.
“Let me come,” Neku pleads, trying everything he can to make himself not sound absolutely pitiful. “I’m so close, I need you to move—please. I can’t take it, Joshua, I’m—!”
Joshua’s fingers silence him with a light touch, and yet it feels as though it has all the weight in Shibuya behind it. Neku feels a sting behind his eyes; his grip on Joshua’s thighs must be painful, but Joshua doesn’t so much as flinch.
“Since you need me so badly, I’ll help you out,” Joshua purrs, finally moving, lifting himself and sinking down on Neku’s cock and making Neku cry out at the sudden rush of sensation that shoots through him. “Really, Neku. Where would you be without such a good partner, hm?”
Plenty of places, Neku’s struggling mind thinks. What he says between gasping breaths instead is, “It’s your fault in the first place!”
Stars flicker in his vision. He feels his orgasm gripping him tightly; the invisible shackles keeping him in place fall away, allowing him to buck up into Joshua to meet each downward slam of his hips.
Through it all, he sees Joshua’s expression, full of smug pride and something that Neku can’t quite quantify. If Neku thought harder about it, he might’ve even called the curl of Joshua’s lips a smile.
Those lips are close to his before Neku knows it, and Neku’s heart twists in a mix of apprehension and anticipation. But nothing comes of it; only hushed words as Neku’s orgasm finally snatches him, drawing a howl from Neku’s mouth.
“It’s your fault, Neku,” Joshua whispers, but Neku barely pays attention to it as he spills himself messily inside of Joshua, every bit of his come being milked without remorse. Neku feels himself burning and cooled all at once; he shudders, his vision whiting out and his ears ringing.
When he can see again, his room is empty. His sheets are soaked with sweat, his hair clinging the back of his neck and his forehead, damp and uncomfortable. Neku sits up in a jolt, panting and still feeling much too hot to be natural. His boxers are a mess and he knows without checking why that is, but his cock is still hard, still aching, and Neku clenches his fists in frustrated defeat as his mind spins with suspicion and anger.
“Joshua!” He calls, caring little of his loudness; he knows no one is home, after all, even if it’s the middle of the night. “I know this is your fault! Stop messing around and fuck me already!”
There’s a shift in the shadows by his door. Neku immediately throws a glare towards it, not so much as second guessing the answers he’s come to on his own. He’s not taken aback in the slightest when his eyes lock with the Conductor’s own, and that irritating smirk greets him for the third time that night.
“Oh my, Neku. I thought you’d never ask!”