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— sou sa, itsu datte kimi to~! ♪
The guitar strings vibrate wonderfully as Rikka finishes the song, his fingers drawing just the right notes at every pluck without fail. If there was a word to describe the way the Holoroid made music, it would definitely be “beautiful” in every sense of the word.
Shien, who’s sitting just across from Rikka, claps enthusiastically at the performance. “Amazing, Rikka-san! It was perfect!”
Rikka just smiles at the compliment, his humility making him appear almost graceful in the face of praise. “You flatter me, Shiepi. It was nothing special.”
“Seriously, thank you so much for helping me practice. I don’t think there’s a better person out there who could be my mentor than you.”
“You’re a wonderful student yourself. It’s a pleasure teaching you.” Rikka hands the beastman, who is beaming at the praise, a cold water bottle. “More importantly, do you want to give the song another try now that you’ve heard my example?”
Shien clears his throat. “Of course! Just play the notes on your guitar and I'll do my best to sing the lyrics.”
Rikka positions his fingers above the guitar strings. “Sounds good. Ready? One, two, th-three… agh!!!”
The Holoroid suddenly holds his head in his hands, causing the beastman to be on alert. He watches as Rikka’s face flashes with hurt from whatever it is that is affecting him. Shien quickly rushes to his side, worried for his friend. “Rikka-san, you okay?”
…And just as fast as the attack came, it left. Rikka takes a moment to recover from the experience, confused as to what had just happened. “Y-Yeah, I'm alright. What was that?”
“I’m… I’m not sure myself. It seems like it hurt a lot, though.”
“No kidding. It felt like my head was overwhelmed with an incredible wave of static. I’ve never had that happen to me before.” He looks down at his guitar and remembers the task at hand. “Let’s pick up from where we left off.”
“You sure?”
“I want to at least let you finish the song before we end our practice session today.”
Shien hesitates. “If you say so.”
“Here we go. One, two, three, four—!”
Shien had just finished singing the first chorus when Rikka suffers another episode, this one worse than the last. It takes more time to wear off and seems to cause him more pain. The beastman moves to act from where he’s standing, but Rikka holds a hand out to stop him.
After the attack, Rikka actually looks visibly exhausted. The affliction seems to be taking considerable effort for Rikka’s body to endure. With the way it seems to be worsening each time, Shien thinks it's about time to take it seriously.
“I don’t think we’ll be able to practice properly if this keeps happening, Rikka-san. Are you sure you want to keep going?”
Rikka sighs in frustration. “I hate to admit it, but this is going to be a problem.” He ponders for a bit, his fingers idly tapping at the strings, before he gets an idea. “How about we ask Shinove-san to come over? He might be able to help us figure out what’s wrong.”
Shien takes his phone out of his pocket and dials their manager’s number. The other man picks up fairly quickly.
“Shien-kun?”
The beastman puts him on speaker so Rikka can hear as well. “Hey, Shinove-san. Are you free right now?”
A shuffling of papers. “For you guys, I can always make exceptions. Do you need something?”
Shien glances at Rikka with worry before explaining the situation to his manager. “I came over to Rikka-san’s place to practice my singing with him, but he hasn’t been feeling well throughout the session. Do you think you can visit sometime soon to check on him?”
Shinove tries not to let the concern show in his voice. Putting his talents in a panic would just cause more trouble than it was worth. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. You two stay put, okay?”
Shien exhales in relief. “Gotcha, we’ll be right here. See you soon, Shinove.”
“I’m on my way.” The call ends as Shinove hangs up. Shien puts the phone back in his pocket and looks at Rikka. He looks miserable, debilitated even, but the beastman doesn’t voice his observations out loud.
Rikka is barely able to keep himself operational — his systems are having a little more difficulty recovering from this episode — but he’s determined to let Shien complete his session anyway. He just needs to play the notes. “Let’s finish up, Shiepi. You… you ready?”
Shien desperately wants to stop this. He doesn’t want Rikka to suffer another attack, especially when it’s clearly causing him a lot of agony, but the Holoroid’s persistence is preventing him from letting him rest. The beastman can only hope Shinove gets here fast.
He nods.
“— sou sa, itsu datte kimi to~! ♫”
The last of the lyrics leave Shien’s mouth, and he celebrates internally. Finally, he’s made it through the song! Sure, there were a few hiccups here and there, but he feels like he did pretty well. As he looks away to fetch his drink, he doesn’t notice Rikka silently having another episode of his affliction.
Shien is sealing his now nearly-empty water bottle, his tail wagging with pride, when he says, “Didn’t I do great that time, Rikka-san? What do you think? I was amazing, wasn’t I?”
“It wasn’t perfect. Really, Shien-kun, is that the best you can do?”
…Huh?
The beastman drops the bottle and whips around, incredulous.
The Rikka standing before him is definitely not the Rikka he’s familiar with. This one looks at Shien like he’s not worthy of breathing the same air that the Holoroid is breathing. Shien does a double-take, but no, the glower on Rikka’s face is definitely there, and it’s aimed straight at him.
...And yet Shien can’t say he really hates it. Somehow, Rikka is still as elegant as ever. Rather than frightened, the beastman is captivated, frozen in place as he takes in the remarkable new appearance of the Holoroid.
This, of course, does not please Rikka. He walks up to Shien, his every step forward perfectly graceful against Shien’s nervous steps backward. “I asked you a question, and I expected an answer. You just can’t do anything right, can you?”
The beastman yelps when his back bumps against a hard surface. A wall. He’s cornered.
Rikka follows him until he’s practically face-to-face with Shien. He looks so well-composed — in fact, too well-composed — that it’s downright terrifying how perfect he seems. Any other person would think that this is the way Rikka usually acts, but Shien knows better. A lot better, actually, if the way he's being effortlessly captured is of any indication. He swallows, nervously awaiting Rikka’s next move.
The Holoroid studies him with curious green eyes, as if gathering information from Shien’s clearly alarmed body language. The beastman is terrible at hiding his emotions — the damn ears and tail always give him away — but he’d be fucking lying if Rikka’s calculating gaze roaming down his body wasn’t turning him on.
Satisfied with his evaluation, Rikka moves on to focus on Shien’s face. The beastman’s mouth is particularly interesting, with the unusual set of sharp teeth he keeps hidden away catching the Holoroid’s attention. Shien gasps when delicate fingers reach out to rest just beside his mouth, a thumb curiously poking in to reveal fangs capable of tearing the artificial skin of the Holoroid’s fingers apart if they really wanted to. Intrigued, Rikka pushes another finger in, this time stroking at the beastman’s tongue with interest. As he continues his examination, his fingers scrape across the tips of his fangs, daring Shien to bite down in defiance. That doesn’t happen, of course. Shien would never bite one of his friends with harmful intent.
Rikka draws his fingers away from Shien’s mouth, a string of drool linking his fingertips to the beastman’s tongue. He smirks.
“If you can’t sing properly, I know another way we can put that mouth to use.”
“R-Rikka-san, I'm sorry—!”
Rikka forces Shien down onto his knees, caging him against the wall between his legs. He seizes his wrists to pull them above his head with one hand, the force of the grip sure to cause bruises later. With the other hand, he tugs at Shien’s hair and pushes his face into his crotch.
Shien understands what Rikka is ordering him to do. He uses his teeth to slide down the zipper of the other man’s pants, careful not to make a mistake or else he risks being chastised, and tugs at the bothersome layers of fabric until Rikka’s member slips out. It’s not natural at all, an artificial scent and a lack of body fluids informing him of this fact almost instantly. Hell, he didn’t even know the Holoroid had a dick. Shien glances at the man looming above him and sticks his tongue out, lapping at the tip experimentally before slowly taking the shaft into his mouth.
Except Rikka doesn’t want it slow. Shien has barely any time to breathe before the Holoroid bucks hard into the beastman’s mouth, punishing him for his behavior. Shien lets out a muffled cry, his eyes tearing up at the abuse.
“I expect you to do better this time, Shien-kun. You can at least manage that, right?”
The beastman tries to hide his erection by discreetly closing his legs, but Rikka's observant eyes catch him in the act. The Holoroid pauses his assault to glimpse at the other man’s pants and scowls when he sees the obvious tent, damp with precum.
“You’re hard.” Rikka growls. “Shameful.”
Shien is full-on aroused now. He likes the treatment he’s getting. There was no denying it, and his erection was absolute proof of it. He does his best to circle his tongue around Rikka’s cock as the Holoroid returns to making use of his indecent mouth, wet sounds filling the space between them. The beastman nearly gags when the length makes a particularly deep thrust, but he restrains his reflex and continues to suck hungrily in an effort to please Rikka.
“You will sing the song perfectly next time we try it, do you understand?” The Holoroid places his shoe over Shien’s dick, the friction sending a wave of pleasure through the beastman’s body and making him groan. “Answer me.”
Both of them know full well that Shien couldn’t answer even if he wanted to, not when Rikka’s dick is practically slamming down his throat with relentless speed. He probably won’t even be able to sing at all in the near future. Right now, he can only moan helplessly as his mouth is assaulted by the Holoroid, saliva dripping from its corners with every unforgiving thrust. There’s nothing Shien can do to stop it when he’s trapped between Rikka’s body and the cool wall behind him. His hands are locked in place with how hard Rikka is holding his wrists against the wall, and he can’t afford to move his legs to get up when Rikka is ready to punish him at the first sign of disobedience. Even the way Rikka looks down at him, disgusted and yet fascinated at the same time, is enough to keep the beastman from turning noncompliant.
Simply put, this Rikka is incredible, meeting every one of Shien’s masochistic needs in ways he thought he would never get to experience.
Rikka presses the sole of his shoe hard against Shien’s clothed erection, sending Shien over the edge with pleasure. He whimpers into Rikka’s cock as he comes in his pants, the fabric growing sticky with his own seed.
Satisfied with the performance, Rikka pulls himself out of Shien’s mouth and removes his restraints on the man. He admires the lewd expression on the beastman’s face, breath uneven and eyes unfocused as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. It looks amazing on him.
That’s all Rikka gets to think before his thoughts become jumbled with static once more. It lasts a few seconds, but unlike the other episodes, this one is completely painless. As a result, he is able to recover very quickly.
Shien looks up from where he’s kneeling to see Rikka peering down at him. The Holoroid’s eyes are fluttering closed as his exhaustion settles in.
“Shiepi…? Why is your face so… red…?”
And with that, Rikka drops to the floor, his systems having forced a dormant state on him. Shien manages to catch him and sits himself down in a way so that he could lay Rikka’s head on his lap. The beastman leans his own head on the wall behind him, trying to catch his breath after what he just went through.
Shinove knocks at the door to Rikka’s place, but no one answers it.
Maybe they didn’t hear him. It’s a singing practice session, after all. He tries knocking again. “Shien? Rikka? Are you in?”
Silence.
He turns the door knob. It’s unlocked. That’s not exactly a good sign. Worried about his talents, he invites himself in.
Shinove enters the place only to be greeted by the sight of a messy, disheveled Shien with a look of euphoria on his face, flushed and panting. Rikka is sleeping peacefully on his lap. There’s a lot of questions he’d really like to ask, but if he had to pick one to start with, it would probably be…
“What the actual hell happened here!?”