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A rough shove and Akira landed on his stomach with all the gracefulness of a sack of rice, groaning as pain shot up his bound limbs. “You could try to be a bit more gentle,” he scoffed, craning his neck to look behind him.
“Stay there.”
His head was immediately pressed back to the ground, gloved fingers gripping his hair so tightly that Akira knew any word from now on would just poke the beehive further, yet still: he couldn’t just stay quiet and take it.
After all, it wasn’t every day that your rival abducted you and tied you up in his basement, the only explanations as to why his mumbling and rambling about “only getting in his way” and how "this was for his own good."
In hindsight, if Akira had been a bit more careful to stay in hiding after getting out of the interrogation room and thus foiling Akechi’s (incredibly stupid) plans, then he probably wouldn’t be stuck in this situation now. Tied up in some random basement, his clothes far away from him (“to strip him of any secret weapons,” Akechi had claimed with his cheeks dusted slightly red), his rival looming over him, intent on playing the role of the dangerous, cold-blooded kidnapper. Akira supposed it was better than Akechi trying to kill him again, at least.
They had already gotten the frustrations about their mutual betrayal out of the way very verbally while Akechi tied him up—now all that was left was getting to the core of whatever was happening right now. Akechi seemed hellbent on not talking, though, and fine—if he wanted to play this game, Akira would make sure to remind him at every opportunity just what he got himself into by kidnapping Joker of all people.
“Next time, just ask me out like a normal person.” Akira made sure to put on his most insufferable smirk and was delighted when the grip in his hair tightened in response, a suppressed groan following.
“Shut up, or I’ll gag you as well."
Akira scoffed, amused that even in this situation, it was still easy to rile Akechi up. In the past he had merely smiled, a certain strain to it and a sharpness in his voice that Akira had grown addicted to much too quickly. This new Akechi who cursed and insulted him instead of pretending to not be bothered by his loose mouth? He could get very used to him. “Any other kinks I should know about?" Akira chirped. "Given that you, you know, took my clothes off before going full bondage dom on me.” He flexed his bound arms to emphasise his point.
The noise Akechi made was just shy of embarrassed. “I admit I might have gotten sidetracked.”
“If you want me to suck your dick again, just say so,” Akira purred, but cut off with a groan as his head got shoved back against the cold concrete in response.
“I know what you’re capable of, Joker,” Akechi hissed, grinding his cheek further into the ground, an act that shouldn't be so arousing to Akira. “Mere handcuffs would not have kept you in place. And why should I pass up the opportunity to make it more humiliating for you?”
Akira laughed dryly. “I think you’re just horny.”
“Shut up.” Akechi sounded exasperated. “Maybe I am.”
Before Akira could respond to that loaded statement, there was a resounding smack against his ass cheek, one that drew a needy, breathy whimper from his lips.
"Who's the desperate one now?” Akechi sounded far too smug.
Akira gritted his teeth. “Not sure about that, given that I didn’t even have to touch you to get your dick hard.”
A shot in the dark, given how he couldn't look behind him properly, but apparently hitting bullseye as he heard a downright furious growl. Another frustrated smack to his ass cheek, another moan from Akira. Yet this time, he weaponised it, using his breathiest, most shameless voice, cockily flashing another smirk back at Akechi’s red face. The other looked five seconds away from strangling him or fucking him or both at the same time. Akira probably wouldn’t mind either.
“Shut up. You’re so— nevermind.” Akechi exhaled shakily. “You’re just desperate for me to teach you a lesson, aren’t you?” The hand came back down on Akira’s ass, but this time it lingered, sliding between his legs, feeling him up and making him tremble in arousal that wrecked his body like an earthquake.
“I didn’t do anything,” Akira said, trying hard to keep his voice from cracking from the sudden pleasure, “you're the one making this sexual—”
“I knew it. You’re so desperate for me, even in this situation.” Akechi sighed dramatically, stroking his thigh up and down. “I suppose I have no choice but to indulge you. Maybe that will make you cooperate.”
“You were the one who kidnapped me and put me in full shibari!”
“Mere necessities.”
Akechi smiled innocently at him, as always with an edge to it, and Akira vowed to tape his mouth shut as soon as he found his way out of whatever situation he was in at the moment.
Right. Akechi likely had a solid reason for getting Akira out of his way for the moment. If this was about vengeance, Akira would have long been dead by now. No, Akechi likely didn’t want to harm him, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone through the hassle of kidnapping Akira in the middle of the night, right out of Leblanc.
Akira just needed to look past how horny this situation made the both of them and prod, yet it was hard to think with gloved fingers brushing up his legs, between his cheeks, over his hole even.
He shuddered, then took a deep breath, horribly aroused. No matter how often they had found their hands under each other’s clothes and mouths on one another’s, they had never gone the entire way before.
“What are you planning?” Akira cursed his voice for sounding too eager and not nearly scared enough.
Rough hands groped at his ass. “Having a little bit of fun.”
“Shouldn’t we talk this out first— ah!”
His cheeks were spread, hole on full display, and Akira pressed his face back to the ground in embarrassment that aroused him more than it should.
“We’ve talked enough,” Akechi said, harsh and not giving Akira space to even think of something to say as he crawled over him and brushed his fingers down Akira’s body. Between his cheeks, over his balls, then cupping his inner thigh again.
Akira felt like prey under his hands. Weak and helpless, unable to get away from the invasive touches that explored him so greedily. Akechi could do anything with him in this position, and he would only be able to take it.
Knowing Akira, he would even thank him. Sure, this was neither the time nor place to finally get their frustrations with each other out of their systems, but in his defence, he had been yearning to get Akechi’s cock inside him ever since their eyes met for the first time. Having it finally be in reach… it made him terribly aroused and definitely clouded his judgement.
So what if he was technically kidnapped and Akechi was up to no good? In the end, he was still a horny teenager with a crush the size of Japan and a mouth even bigger that his brain was never able to catch up with.
Akira took a shaky breath. “Are you just gonna feel me up or do something?”
The fingers dug into the soft flesh of his ass as if in a warning, making Akira let out a quiet whimper. The next moment, the touch was gone.
“Oh, I’m planning plenty with you, Joker.”
Akira heard Akechi’s belt buckle come undone and his pulse sped up considerably. He tried to look back, get a proper look at the goods, but he should have expected the quickness with which Akechi’s hand shot out to turn his head back around again.
“Really? You’re embarrassed now?” Akira scoffed. “I’ve had that in my mouth— ouch. You’re— you’re really into spanking me, aren’t you?”
Akechi huffed. “I admit it’s a guilty pleasure, but only because it gets you to shut up.”
“You love my voice.”
Akechi didn’t answer immediately, instead leaning down and pressing his body more against Akira’s, who jolted as he felt a hardness poke his ass cheek. It didn’t help that Akechi seemed to make himself comfortable like this, head beside Akira’s, lips trailing along his neck as he chuckled lowly.
“Let’s see if you’re still that cocky once I’m done with you,” he murmured, and the low vibration of it so close to his ear went straight to Akira’s cock, which was already uncomfortably leaking against the concrete ground.
Before he could even ask how Akechi was gonna do this without lube, he heard the familiar sound of a bottle uncapping.
“Wait.” Akira narrowed his eyes. “You came prepared.”
Akechi laughed, the sound low and dark next to Akira’s ear. Cold lube hit his thighs, Akechi generously spreading it everywhere, making a mess, but not even getting close to where Akira needed the preparation. “Three guesses where that lube came from.”
“What, it’s homegrown?” he joked, just to take his mind off what was happening lest he wanted to go crazy from it.
“No, you dumbass,” Akechi snarled. “It was in your pockets.”
“Oh.” Akira laughed awkwardly, embarrassed to be found out like this. “Well, always good to be prepared, right? Never know when your rival spontaneously kidnaps you and gets too into it.” He sucked in a harsh breath as fingers prodded between his bound thighs, spreading the lube further. “Uh, by the way, that’s not where that’s supposed to go.”
Akechi huffed. “That’s exactly where it should go. Did you really think I was gonna fuck you, Joker?”
He felt the other guide his cock between his thighs, grinding against them in preparation, pressing more and more against the space between, and it finally hit Akira what Akechi was about to do.
“Oh,” he breathed out. Akechi thrusted down, cock slipping between the soft flesh of his thighs, and Akira repeated it with a shiver: “Oh.”
It felt too tight and too hot and much too overwhelming, given that there was no direct penetration, and Akira’s limbs uselessly flexed in his bindings as he got goosebumps all over from the stimulation.
Akechi didn’t seem to fare much better, stifling a groan in Akira’s neck, his hot breath against Akira’s skin making it even harder to think straight.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he mumbled, hips snapping forward again and again, setting an even rhythm. The slide was smooth and Akechi’s cock brushed against the underside of Akira’s on every thrust, arousal trickling down his spine slowly but steadily.
It was maddening. Akira hated how his inability to move turned him on even more. Akechi wasn’t even penetrating him directly, yet something about it was terribly obscene, and not just that.
Humiliating. That’s what it was, what Akechi wanted it to be. Using his body and not even giving him the pleasure of getting off on it, or even worse: wanting him to get off on nothing but having his thighs fucked. This was a punishment, and Akira slowly started to realise that his increasing arousal would make things even worse and also play right into Akechi’s hands.
He barely kept himself from asking for more, pleasure quickly overtaking his mind and making him laser-focused on the friction of Akechi’s cock between his thighs, the smooth glide making him feel hotter by the second.
Akechi didn’t go easy on him, which made things even worse. His hips snapped forward quickly and small moans escaped him that he clearly tried to hide, kissing and biting at Akira’s neck. Either to stifle them, or to make Akira moan louder to cover his own noises up, which he was already very successful at.
Akira couldn’t and didn’t even want to hold back himself, lost in the pleasure, his bound state making everything more worse for him. When Akechi licked a line up his throat and bit his earlobe, pleasure shot through him like electricity and made him moan so desperately, his hips twitched back on their own accord. Encouraging Akechi to go faster, use him more, abandon all restraint and hold Akira down to fuck him stupid.
A hand slid around his neck, resting there as if in a warning, and Akira gasped, his traitorous cock achingly hard now at the potential of getting choked despite how much he tried to keep his composure.
“You want to beg, don’t you?” Akechi rasped, and Akira cursed himself for being so predictable, so easy to read. “Then do. Plead for mercy, scream for it, and then realise I will never give you any as long as I’m alive.”
The words went straight to his cock and Akira cursed himself for being so terribly aroused by threats—by Akechi, who arguably was the greatest embodiment of danger in Akira’s life, if the events a mere week ago taught him anything.
“Wow. Hot.” Akira laughed breathlessly. “You’re really having fun with that whole kidnapper act, huh? I doubt it’s usually this,” a breathless moan escaped him as Akechi’s cock slid against just the right spot, “dramatic.”
Fingers tightened around his throat, making his pulse hammer against them. “Don’t test your luck,” Akechi hissed. “You talk an awful lot for someone in your situation.”
“Untie me and see if you can still keep me down,” Akira taunted him, pride still keeping him from submitting mindlessly, no matter how overwhelmed he felt from how turned on he was by all of this. Just to be an ass, he squeezed his legs together until it punched a pained groan out of Akechi.
A mistake he paid for immediately as Akechi started tightening his grip around Akira's throat. Breathing suddenly got a lot harder.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
Akechi’s free hand grabbed his waist like he owned him, and his hips snapped forward quicker, really using Akira’s body for his pleasure now, uncaring of the noises making it out of the other.
Akira opened his mouth to respond, counter with something even worse or ask him to fuck him for real, but a hot tongue licking over his ear made him let out a strangled gasp. His arousal was almost painful by now. Akechi’s hand was a steady weight against his throat, the increasing pressure making him feel so powerless that he could rapidly feel himself climbing further towards release. Sooner than later, Akechi choked him completely, restricting his airflow so hard Akira felt his head start spinning.
All it did was make him more aroused, stuck between survival and cumming and feeling every single emotion in between. He damned his kinks and Akechi for knowing all about them.
“Fuck yourself on my cock and I might just go easier on you.” Akechi’s voice was a hot breath against Akira’s ear, pulling a strangled, soundless whimper from him. The command seeped under his skin immediately, both survival instinct and the need to please kicking in and making Akira thrust back shakily. Akechi’s satisfied little moan spurred him on and he quickened his pace despite his bound limbs crying out from exhaustion. The slide of the cock between his legs was maddening, both with how it aroused him and how it made him wish for more than this. The pressure against his windpipes was only making him more frantic, knowing his time could run out sooner than later.
“That’s it,” Akechi groaned. “Keep that up.” He thrusted back down again to meet him halfway and soon started taking over completely, pushing Akira into the ground, making him whimper in protest as his cock was pressed against the cold concrete under him. His hand stayed in place, pressure increasing. Properly choking him now and cutting off all air. Akira couldn’t do anything but to let out an overwhelmed whine.
His vision started to blacken and Akira didn't even mind, so far gone he thought for a stray second that if he died like this, at the hands of his rival and attempted murderer, he'd not even mind.
That was when Akechi released his throat.
The sudden rush of air was too much to take for Akira. His vision whitened out as all the sensations he was feeling coalesced into an overwhelming climax, making him moan desperately, grinding against the concrete to seek what little friction he could get in his trapped position. Akechi bit down on his neck harshly and it only amplified the feelings, pulling him even deeper into the sea of pleasure he was drowning in.
Only when he started to come down from it did he notice that Akechi had pulled out of the space between his thighs, panting harshly as he stroked himself, still in the same position.
“Fuck—,” he cursed, breaking off with a moan so uncharacteristically high-pitched that Akira knew what was about to happen, and even in his fucked-out state, he managed to raise his exhausted hips and push against his cock.
“Please,” Akira rasped, voice broken and small and utterly needy still. “Akechi, please—”
A strangled moan and he felt Akechi suddenly spread his cheeks again, shoving his cock between them. A moment later, hot cum spilled all over his hole. Akechi’s hips thrust against his ass with abandon as he rode his orgasm out. The roughness of it made Akira feel dizzy with new want.
Akechi collapsed on top of him, and the sudden weight against his back punched the air out of Akira’s lungs and finally some clarity into his mind.
“So, you do this often?” Akira heaved, wiggling his arms to have the blood return to them. He felt Akechi’s cum dribble down and pool between his bound legs, and the obscenity of it made his spent cock twitch anew. Not now, he reminded himself.
“Shut up,” Akechi mumbled, sounding embarrassed and utterly wrecked. Akira felt the smallest bit smug knowing he made him like that without even laying a finger on him. “You came from being choked. It doesn’t get more depraved than that, Joker.”
“Do you wanna continue arguing about what we get off to or are you gonna untie me?”
Akechi paused for a moment, then got off Akira slowly.
“Actually, I think I wasted too much time already.”
Akira watched in stunned silence how Akechi pulled up his pants and straightened his shirt again like it was nothing, face neutral like he didn’t just rail Akira into the next dimension without even really penetrating him.
He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the pit in his stomach as the reality of the situation hit him again. All that touching and grinding distracted him from the fact that he was still tied up in Akechi’s basement, and that Akechi always went through with his plans, no matter how stupid they seemed.
“Don’t just leave me lying here now,” Akira said, frustrated, wiggling his hands again to do anything but lie there, but the rope stayed taut. "Not even gonna clean a guy up?"
“I’m afraid there’s no other way.” Akechi’s voice was cold and entirely indifferent as he buttoned up the jacket of his school uniform. “Don’t worry, I’ll release you in due time when all things have been taken care of.”
“You’re really not gonna tell me what you’re about to do, huh?”
“It doesn't matter. You’d only try to get into my way.”
Akira gritted his teeth. “Alright, so we’re gonna do this the hard way. First guess: you don’t want us to infiltrate Shido’s palace since you’re in cahoots with him. Then again, you’d have to keep me for quite a while then, until the election is over, and honestly?” Akira smirked at him. “You couldn’t handle me for longer than a day.”
“I wouldn’t want to handle you for that long, but no,” Akechi crossed his arms, looking down at him, eyebrows furrowed. “If I wanted to eliminate you and your little circle of sycophantic halfwits for good, I would have already done so in a more clean and efficient manner.”
“Then you want to change something so we can’t progress through the palace. Or lay a trap. Maybe two.”
“Do you really think I would tell you in that case?” Akechi smiled bitterly, the forced curve of his lips all too familiar. “Now if you excuse me—”
“Wait! I know what it is.” Akira pushed himself up on his side to better look at Akechi, who was already in front of the door. He stopped, throwing Akira an annoyed look over his shoulder.
Akira took a deep breath. One last guess. He couldn’t fuck this up, or he’d be stuck here for quite a long time while Akechi was off to make stupid decisions that could get him killed, worst case.
“You’re attempting to kill Shido.”
Just from the way Akechi’s eyes widened, Akira knew he had hit the nail on the head.
“Attempting?!” Akechi snarled at him, turning back around to face Akira and stepping closer again with quick, angry steps. “I won’t just attempt it, I will succeed.”
“I doubt that,” Akira said. “Not without my help.”
Another furious step. “Stop mocking me. Our differences in ethics is exactly why I opted for the easier way to deal with you, Joker.”
Akira frowned. “Kidnapping and fucking me was easier than just talking to me?” Somehow, he wasn’t surprised to hear that, coming from Akechi of all people.
“I think we’re done here,” Akechi hissed.
“If you had just told me instead of, you know, knocking me out and abducting me, I’d have helped you.” Akira tried to not seem too annoyed about the situation as it hit him more and more just how easily this all could have been prevented. “I just thought you were good with the guy is all. You know, with the whole playing assassin for him,” he added.
Akechi looked at him in disbelief that quickly turned into anger. “I merely did what I had to to get close enough to him. And no, you wouldn’t have helped me. Not as if I needed you.”
“You know I don’t lie, Akechi.”
Akechi laughed bitterly. “Our entire relationship thus far was a lie, Joker.”
That hurt, even if he knew by now how Akechi tended to get. “I was lying by omission,” Akira said, trying to seem as serious as possible about this. “I’d be dead in an interrogation room by now if I hadn’t. Then again,” a cheeky smile appeared on his lips, an attempt to play down the other's serious words, “I can imagine that being outsmarted was a welcome change of pace for you, detective.”
“It certainly surpassed all my expectations of you.” Akechi looked away, almost hiding the little smile tugging the corners of his lips up from Akira’s eyes, and things felt a little okay again. When he turned back, his face was schooled into careful neutrality again. “So what now, Joker? Are you gonna belittle me some more? Tell me how declawing Shido is the morally superior route I should go?” He laughed bitterly.
“No,” Akira pressed his lips tightly together. “I’m actually offering you my help in killing Shido, however you’re planning on doing that.”
He could see how Akechi stilled, how his eyes bore into Akira, trying to figure him out, if he was telling the truth.
Akira knew that while Akechi could be very dense when it came to trust, no one was able to read him better than him. Akechi’s expression growing increasingly confused proved that. Akira stayed quiet and hoped for him to believe him on his own.
“You don’t know the slightest thing about what you’re suggesting,” Akechi mumbled, shaking his head, probably moreso to convince himself rather than Akira.
Akira scoffed. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be up for killing Shido?”
“But you—”
“If you haven't found out already, the guy ruined my life, and from what I’ve pieced together, it was ten times worse for you. He’s your father, isn’t he? So if offing him brings you peace, count me in.”
“... Oh.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, then Akechi let out the heaviest sigh in the world, shoulders slumping as he finally accepted the truth. Akira felt the tension flow out of his body at once.
If he had been aware of that from the beginning, he could have prevented a lot of complications. On the other hand, he would never have found out that Akechi was strangely skilled at shibari and had a kink for his legs, and that was kind of worth it in itself, uncomfortableness of being tied up in a basement aside.
Akechi groaned. “Well, this is awkward.”
“I think it’s funny, to be honest.”
“Of course you do.” Akechi sighed. “It doesn’t change anything,” he concluded, cheeks red from embarrassment. “I don’t need pity from the likes of you. From the beginning, my plan was set in stone.”
“But not like this, or you’d have killed him much sooner. What happened?” Akira pried.
Akechi shifted around, clearly looking for the right words, maybe even weighing up if he should say anything at all. “There had been a change of plans due to… unforeseen circumstances,” he mumbled, and Akira realised all at once what that was code for.
“Oh,” he nodded in understanding. “Me sucking your dick.”
“Don’t say it like that!” Akechi hissed, then sighed even louder, holding his head in frustration. “I simply changed courses to… accommodate shifting priorities. In the end, I did it for my own gain, so don’t even try to read into it, Joker.”
“You like me,” Akira chirped. Akechi’s eyes widened like saucers, and the way his cheeks darkened even more was definitely worth the daring statement.
“You’re just begging to be gagged at this point,” Akechi hissed, hand over his mouth almost bashfully. “Whore.”
“Call me that again and pretend it doesn’t turn you on.”
“I think I should really get going now if you don’t have anything intelligent to say, Joker.”
“Really?” Akira stared at Akechi turn away from him, bewildered. “I just told you I’d help you, do you still not believe me?”
Akechi laughed quietly. “What makes you think I’d want your help?” He walked over to where Akira’s clothes were, looking through his pockets while humming in amusement. Finally, he pulled out Akira’s pocket knife. “I’ll be taking this so you’re not getting any ideas.”
Akira felt anger bubble up in him, seeing him take away even the one thing that could have turned the tide in his favour. “Akechi, just fucking listen to me. Shido will kill you before you even manage to get through to him.”
"Am I that incompetent in your eyes?" Akechi scoffed and threw the knife in the air for show. It clattered against the ground and he hastily picked it back up, clearly flustered. "In any case," he stammered, "I'm going to leave now."
Akira had half a mind to make fun of him for that failed trick, but he found there were suddenly much more pressing things at hand with Akechi once again turning his back on him and walking to the door.
“You’re heading straight for your death,” Akira called after him, feeling a mix of frustration and panic rise up in his chest as the opportunity to change the situation and finally get through to Akechi was slipping from him.
Akechi didn’t turn around. “I’ve planned for this all my life. Failure is not an option in my books, Joker.”
“Then untie me and take me with you to make sure of that.”
“I don’t need you. Has our brief little cooperation clouded your judgement this much?”
“I’m just—!” Akira hesitated, unable to put the unease in his chest into the proper words that would make Akechi stay. “I’m not saying you're incapable, I'm saying that I care about you too much to not want to be at your side for this,” was what he finally settled on, chewing on his lip.
That made Akechi stop again, body frozen with his hand already on the door handle. Akira’s mind raced with all the possible things he could try, from asking him to fuck him again to faking a heart attack, but before he could say anything, Akechi’s hand sank.
For a second, there was utter silence in the room, none of them even moving. Then, Akira heard him chuckle quietly.
“... Ah, of course. I wouldn't have expected anything else from you after all.”
Once more, he turned back around and approached Akira, but this time, his steps were calm, no longer impulsive and angry. Akira watched dumbly how Akechi crouched down to be on his level, reaching out to him.
“On second thought, it feels wrong taking this from you. Here. I think you should have it back.”
He pressed the knife into Akira’s bound hands, his fingers lingering, then looked up at him. Their eyes met and Akira was entranced by what he saw in them: trust.
Trust, and a test to prove himself worthy of it first.
Akechi got up again, smirking at him teasingly before he turned around again. “I’ll see you around, Joker. Don’t get too lonely down here.”
Akira’s lips quirked up into a smile. “Don’t worry, honey, my memories of you will keep me warm while you’re gone.”
Akechi made a strangled noise, looking back at Akira with disdain. “You— you’re insufferable, you know that?”
“You signed up for this.”
“I wish I didn’t. Rot down here for all I care. Goodbye.”
Akira laughed until Akechi was out of the basement. As soon as the door fell shut, he flipped the knife open and started to work on the ropes. The blade was duller than expected, but Akira still estimated that Akechi wouldn’t have more than a ten minute headstart.
One that could cost them greatly, if Akira didn’t hurry up as much as he could, but he tried to not think about that for now. Akechi trusted him, finally let him in on his plans instead of fighting his battles alone, and Akira wanted to prove to him that he was worthy of being his partner. Whether it was just in battle or even outside of it, he’d find out once Shido was taken care of, and that alone was incentive enough to saw faster at the ropes.
He tried to ignore how there was still Akechi’s cum sliding down his body, how he could feel the phantom sensation of his cock between his thighs. How the memory of it made him shiver, and worst of all, yearn.
If all it took to get Akechi for himself was a little murder and simple escape tricks, then he was certainly up for the challenge.
After all, he had everything to gain, and not a hell of a lot left to lose.