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If you were to ask Kunikida a couple hours after this, he absolutely would not be able to recall how he ended up in a situation such as this. Normally, he tended to have a very photographic memory, a trait which ended up coming very easily with the job he had, however the 30 minutes worth of events he had just endured were ones he was not exactly able to remember with the typical pristine memory he ordinarily had. He recalled everything before relatively well, everything afterwards, however, was a bit of a blur.
He was fighting John Steinbeck and H.P. Lovecraft. He could practically feel the cool metal of the gun in his hands as he recalled; aimed with a precision that came over his multiple years of being with the agency. He felt the gun being hit out of his hand, and the hand that contained the weapon was now being constrained by one of the branches (Or possibly vines? He still wasn’t particularly sure on which it was) that John had grown seemingly out of nowhere. His other hand was still free, yet he was waiting for the perfect moment to grab the piece of paper from his pocket, watching with feigned helplessness as John went on about something he couldn't care less about. Then he pulled out the paper and announced the name of the weapon, watching it materialize in his hand. He shot at the branch holding his arm captive, and then shot at the branches near the area in his neck where the seed sat deep in his flesh. John cried out in pain, his hand shooting up to hold the area his branches sprouted from.
He aimed the weapon towards the two men, motioning the girls and Tanizaki to run. They nodded, running in the direction of the train tracks. Kunikida looked back over to John and Lovecraft, keeping his weapon trained on the two men. He had narrowed his eyes, watching as Lovecraft looked with an almost bored expression, and John adorned a look of pain and of confidence that was obviously a show. Kunikida raised an eyebrow at them, waiting for them to make some sort of move.
“Well,” John’s smile twinged, whether from pain or nerves he wasn’t sure, “I understand why you’re one of the agencies best! Color me impressed.”
Kunikida swallowed thickly. “Of course I’m one of their best. Now, what exactly are you planning? I don’t think you exactly plan to compliment me and then run away.” He kept his stiff pose, not wanting to move in case they took it as a sign of him readying to attack. John gave him a smile, tilting his head to the side as a show of innocence.
“So smart, aren’t you?” John opened his eyes, the plant embedded in his neck suddenly growing and shooting into the ground. The gun is once again knocked out of his hand and thrown somewhere to his right, and this time both of his hands are being restrained. He immediately struggled against the restraints, hissing in pain as the wood dug splinters into his wrists. John flashed an eager smile.
“Well, now you’re certainly in a predicament, hm?” John looked Kunikida up and down, his smile widening as an idea formed.
“Ya know, me and Lovecraft are most certainly going to get in trouble for letting those three go. And presuming someone is coming for back up, we have a bit of alone time for at least half an hour. Why don’t you repay us for this lost time, hm?” Kunikida stared at John while still struggling to escape the grasp of the grape vines. Kunikida had no idea what that could possibly even mean. Were they going to rob him, or possibly just beat him up as a way to get some kind of payment with revenge? Kunikida struggled harder as John walked towards him, until they were face to face. Kunikida leaned as far away as he could from the blond in front of him.
John reached his hand out, and put his hand on Kunikida. To be more specific, Kunikidas dick . He immediately froze ceasing all struggle, and simply stared at where John’s hand lay with wide eyes. Of course, Kunikida had jerked off before, his ideals weren’t that of a standard religious individual. However any contact, especially from an enemy of all people, from someone he barely knew was certainly against his ideals. He glanced over to Lovecraft, waiting to see if he had a protest against the action, however he stood with the same bored expression as he always did. John chuckled, causing Kunikida’s gaze to return to him.
“What? Never get it on with people much? You look like a blushing virgin.” John began oh so slowly moving his hand over his, much to his displeasure, growing problem.
“W…Well, I just,” He stifled a groan. “When you said repay I expected a robbery, not…this.” He looked away, a faint blush already forming on his face.
“Well, money isn’t exactly my top priority, as I said before.” Did he? Kunikida couldn’t even remember. John grinned over his shoulder. “H.P, wanna help?”
Lovecraft looked up, tilting his head before shrugging, walking over to the pair.
“Here, help me hold his ankles, will you?” John asked, and Lovecraft nodded slowly,
Lovecraft’s tentacles immediately shot out from his arm and wrapped around Kunikida’s ankles, leaving him stuck. When Kunikida began to struggle, John ground his palm against Kunikida’s cock, causing him to let out a sharp gasp and buckle his knees.
“What the hell?” Kunikida cursed, groaning lowly as John ground his palm against him once more.
“God, this is even better than I imagined.” John mumbled. He suddenly removed his hand, causing Kunikida to buck his hips in a blind want. He cursed his body’s stupid need for sexual pleasure, still refusing to make eye contact with John or Lovecraft. John chuckled and reached for the zipper on his pants, unzipping them and undoing the button. Then he pulled down Kunikida’s pants and plain black boxers to about mid thigh, causing Kunikida to let out yelp for multiple reasons, but mostly the surprise of it. John let out a low whistle and stepped back to get a full view of him.
“Damn you! I can’t believe this, without my consent as well, I knew you weren’t the best people but this is ridiculous!” Kunikida barked out. John glanced at Lovecraft.
“H.P., shut him up, pretty please?” Lovecraft lazily nodded, another tentacle shooting out from his other arm and shoving its way into Kunikida’s mouth. The taller gagged almost immediately at the intrusion, slumping forward and leaning into the binds on his wrist and ankles.
“Perfect.” John smiled, and suddenly more vines shot up from the ground. “Ya know, in America we have this stereotype of the type of porn that comes from Japan. Help me with this too H.P?” A small vine slithered its way up Kunikida’s leg, nestling along his thigh. On the other leg, a tentacle followed the vine's lead. The vine was smoother than the one wrapped around his wrists he noted, as he felt no pain of sharp splinters from it. The only sharp thing that Kunikida felt was the feeling of realization as the vine and the tentacle slid up to his ass.
“You ever heard of a tentacle fetish, Kunikida?”
He felt the branch slowly poke its tip into the entrance of his ass, while the tentacle sucked almost hickey like marks into his thigh. The branch suddenly breached its way into his ass, slowly enough to give him some time to adjust. John groaned as Kunikida squeezed around the branch instinctively, tilting his head back in pleasure.
“God…You're so tight.” John sighed, perking up when Kunikida let out a moan that was muffled by the tentacle stuffed down his throat. Kunikida writhed against the constraints, however not out of a want to escape, but out of a want for more . Kunikida barely felt sexual pleasure in his life, never mind shoving anything up his ass like this. It was so much, he couldn't help but crave and yearn for more.
Kunikida let out a whorish moan around the tentacle, subtly trying to fuck himself on the branch protruding it's way into him.
"H.P why don't you add yours now. Pretty please?" Lovecraft nodded obediently and the tentacle, unlike the vine, shoved its way in and immediately began thrusting. Kunikida let out a gargled scream, thrusting the constraints completely to hold him up as his legs had lost all ability to sustain his weight. Lovecraft moved to stand next to John as he fucked Kunikida stupid, soon becoming a support for John as the pleasure began to catch up with him too.
"Fuck, I dunno if can last much longer." He muttered, resting his body weight on Lovecraft. "He's really fucking tight."
Kunikida sobbed out around the tentacle, from what overwhelming feeling he wasn't sure, but next thing he knew his orgasm hit him like a fucking semi-truck. White hot cum spurted messing from the tip and landed on the dirt in front of him, any remaining droplets landing on his ironed pants. He was fucked through his mind boggling orgasm, suddenly being thrown into overstimulation because John and Lovecraft didn't stop . He cried out around the tentacle, trying to get away from the overwhelming feeling.
John suddenly gripped Lovecraft's arm and moaned out, cum spurting into his boxers under his overalls. Kunikida watched with blurry tears as John fucked his way through his orgasm, before tapping on Lovecraft, causing him to stop the ruthless pounding. His tentacles retracted along with John's vines, causing Kunikida to crash onto the ground with a painful 'thud' . The last thing Kunikida remembers before passing out is someone pulling his pants up, and a gun being placed in his hand. Then the world went black.
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"So," Dazai titled his head at Kunikida. "How exactly did you lose those two? There's no way their powers could have stopped you that easily."
Kunikida shrugged.
"I don't remember if I'm being honest. Lovecraft must have some ability to erase my memory because, I don't remember anything after shooting John." It was a total lie but Dazai didn't need to know that.
"Kunikida-san?" Atsushi piped up quietly. "What's that white stuff on your pants?"