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Everything had been erased. The floors, the walls , the structures of the island of Utsuroshima that they were once on and the entire foundation of the trial room was completely and utterly gone. Yuki stood alone quietly, his breath hitching softly as slow tears trickled down his pale cheeks like gentle rain down a car window, Sora and the rest of the remaining survivors had finally won against the mastermind Mikado and had put a stop to his sick game and prevented such a walking disaster from ever taking a single step into the real world outside the simulation by instead handing the vessel of Akane’s body to Sora.
In return, Yuki had been left behind with nothing but the faint ones and zeros that surrounded the area, forced to accept the gruelling fact he himself had no body left to return to in the real world. No home, no nothing, for everything had been stripped away from him, torn ripped and shredded by the cruelty of those tainted with the touch of despair, those that had pure insanity in their minds and had stolen his life from him. Perhaps he’d of truly appreciated the silence and the quiet peace for a moment,between his gentle hicks and sobs, if not for the unfortunate that was left behind with him, ruining the bliss he could of had if he was truly alone, but he wasn’t. Of course he wasn’t, someone like him could never get the chance to be given what he truly wanted no matter what he did, for such a power once belonged to somebody else, belonged to a corrupted soul who took advantage of such a blessed gift to instead spread the seed of despair into everything and everyone around him.
That same sickened being stood just a few feet away from Yuki, staring into the distance with an uninterested glare, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his trousers paired with a sluggish posture and a miserable, unimpressed expression on his face. What a horrible being. He was wearing stolen skin and clothes that didn’t belong to him after being bought back from hell itself, and yet all he could do was stand there looking bored out his damn fucking mind as if everything that had happened was just an average day for this guy.
Yuki hadn’t even noticed himself coldly staring at the twisted doppelgänger beside him, his watery hopeless eyes leaking tears that stained his flushed cheeks from a silent cry, he had been previously gazing below at his own feet watching some more tears drop onto the brown shoes he was wearing after the unlucky boy was left in a sense of dread that left him simply staring down at himself for a moment in a desperate attempt to collect his thought’s.
Utsuro finally decided to move, tilting his head towards Yuki and letting their eyes meet for a moment. He knew their fates were to suffer in eternity together, a fitting end for the orchestra that stole an identity to cover his own, the root cause for everything that had happened, for the deaths and the lives lost in what was given the title and name of a “game”. In the end, he was left alone with the very person he truly always wanted to be, a mundane boy with no special lucky powers that Utsuro had always considered a curse, someone who simply was the average among a world of extraordinary. He held no godly powers, no talent, and Utsuro was envious of it all, a godly being praying that he could walk among the common people and live like one, like Yuki, who stared back into those empty eyes. It was funny in a way, humorous that both boys wished for the opposite lives of one other, craving the lives they could never live.
Yuki was just as quickly knocked out of that frozen endless state when he noticed Utsuro began advancing towards him, with hands still stocked into his pockets. As the doppelgänger approached, Yuki’s breath caught in his throat, flipping that anger inside him into immediate fear as Utsuro got even further towards him. “No stop it, don’t come any closer…!” Yuki protested, he could hear the anxiety in his own voice. Utsuro didn’t drop his march and continued to walk at a steady pace, refusing to listen.
“I mean it, stay away from me…!” Yuki said, attempting to back away quickly with wobbly legs, his hand wrapped onto his tie for comfort. “Just leave me alone!”
“There’s nowhere you can run to Yuki.” Utsuro finally spoke as Yuki shook his head, his tears continuing to stream. “There’s nothing. Where could you possibly go? We’re stuck here forever. I know you know that.” Utsuro continued, stopping just before Yuki as the pair gazed upon one another,
“I don’t want to be anywhere near you…” Yuki muffled, sniffing as more tears endlessly poured. “You ruined everything for me… it’s all because of you…” He whimpered, shaking his head slowly back and forth as his gaze dropped to the floor once more.
“You can’t get rid of me.”
“You killed my friends…”
“We only have each other left.”
“My mother’s dead because of you…”
“Yuki.”
Yuki swallowed, blinking softly as he looked back up towards Utsuro who remained expressionless as always, his head tilted to the side. Yuki didn’t respond, he simply just stood there with a shaky breath, sniffing as his eyes watered away the last of his tears. The pair remained in silent for a moment, blending into the already quiet background of empty space around them.
“Let me help you feel better.” Utsuro said in his usual tone, breaking the silence, earning a confused huff from Yuki as he felt a hand slowly lift up towards him, cupping the tear stained cheek and wiping it dry with his thumb, Yuki gasped softly at the contact and immediately leant back, avoiding any more of Utsuro’s touch as his brow furrowed deeply in disgust. “Don’t touch me… I don’t need anything from you.” Yuki spat, his voice shaking, gaining the courage to make a move and push Utsuro away from him as the doppelgänger stumbled back, his hand lowering slightly.
“You’ll need it eventually Yuki, everybody does” Utsuro spoke as Yuki scoffed with disgust, shaking his head once more at his words. “What? What are you even talking about?” Yuki hissed, inhaling deeply as Utsuro slowly approached once more, gently reaching to place his hand on the side of Yuki’s shaking shoulder.
“Contact.” Utsuro replied, stilling Yuki’s repetitive shake with the gentle pressure of his hand as the unlucky one’s eyes squinted with a lost puzzled look. “Contact…?” Yuki repeated slowly, the word choice alone was enough to distract Yuki from the fact Utsuros very hand was resting on him, holding him in place without him even acknowledging it as the other remained rested inside his pocket.
“I’m the only thing you have left Yuki.” Utsuro added quietly. “There is nothing out here but us two” He said, referring to his words from earlier, his voice carrying that same volume as before, but this time things felt different, like there was a slight tone of emotion behind his voice that Yuki hadn’t heard of before. The usual emptiness that drifted sounded more human than ever before and it was a warming feeling, yet he decided to ignore it.
“You can choose to accept that fact...” Utsuro began, tilting his head to the side with a quiet nod to the emptiness behind them, watching Yuki’s hesitant eyes follow that simple nod, looking back behind his shoulder that was held still. “Or not. It makes no difference to me. We’re alone together, forever, it’s up to you if you want the comfort.” Utsuro finally finished, exhaling deeply as if it was the first time he let his breath out with a final squeeze on Yukis shoulder.
Yuki’s eyes went hollow for a moment, staring into the blank space around them as he felt the hand on his shoulder slowly move away. The reality of his doppelgängers words sunk deep into him, squeezing past this barrier of denial he had shielded himself with for protection and shattering any glimpse of hope that things were going to change and this wasn’t his fate. There was nothing more Yuki wanted then to smack, hit punch and maybe if he could kill Utsuro for every god given thing this devil had done to him, but deep down in that shaken scared heart of his he knew that this monster was right, Yuki craved comfort and stability like a starved man and Utsuro was the only damn being left standing in such a cold vast empty space to give it to him.
Swallowing the bundled anxiety and fear in his dry throat, he turned his head hesitantly to face Utsuro once more. “Fine…” Yuki whispered with acceptance in his voice , flicking between the now softness that was held in eyes of his doppelgängers that he swore he’d never see on a person like Utsuro. If this was going to happen, then let it happen, for nothing else is left for him in this world.
Utsuro reached out once more towards Yuki’s face, watching the difference in the unlucky boys reaction for Yuki seemed less concerned and wary this time and more curious, grateful, gently learning into the hand rather than pushing it away. Instead of what he assumed would be a coldness in Utsuro’s palm, Yuki felt warmth radiate from his hand instead, making him shiver for a moment before relaxing fully into with a deeper then before sigh of relief. It felt comforting feeling the touch of another persons warm hand, his unexpected gentle fingers soothing the flushed reddish skin from Yuki’s earlier outburst.
Without thinking too deeply about it, Utsuro leant forward and turned his head to place a soft small kiss on Yuki’s lips to see if things would progress any further, pulling away just as quickly to watch Yuki’s reaction, testing the water’s temperature before diving right in. The softness of the same lips as his own pressed against him felt strange yet oddly satisfying, sparking a light of excitement hidden beneath the layers of his stomach. Yuki hadn’t really kissed anyone before and to be potentially sharing his first kiss with someone who he supposedly hated and completely ruined his life was a foreign feeling that had Yuki questioning everything up to this point, but at the same time wondering what else they could do together.
Utsuro waited patiently in a comfortable silence, stilling the gentle brush of this fingers and keeping his hands rested beside Yuki’s cheek, watching as the rosy red deepened not from crying, but from obvious excitement by Yuki. The unlucky boy inhaled deeply as if he were about to leap 10ft into deep water with nothing below before returning the kiss towards Utsuro in a more messy, inexperienced manner, licking softly at his lips like a hungry kitten. Utsuros eyes immediately widened at the sudden change of pace, feeling Yuki beg for entry into his mouth lit an open fire in his own stomach to the undeniable truth that he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Parting his lips like the red sea, Utsuro allowed permission for Yuki’s tongue to slide inside and tangle with his own as Yuki’s soft tender moans echoed inside their joined mouths.
The unlucky boy wrapped his arms securely arounds Utsuros neck for a more comfortable support as their tounges danced in an untrained way, feeling those warms hands of his gently slide from body part to body part searching for a comfortable position to rest upon. Yuki could feel himself getting hotter, dangerously hotter, with redness that flushed below the surface scorching his skin as Utsuros tricky fingers traced the seam of his trousers, slipping inside as he ran the tips across the soft skin underneath, feeling Yukis body shiver and twitch from excitement, giving Utsuro a picture for only god knows how hard was getting.
Just before Utsuro was ready to really get on in there and pull Yukis grey ironed straight trousers down his legs to let them pool at his ankles, the sound of a shaky rasp could be heard nearby. Utsuro reluctantly pulled himself away from Yuki who whined at the loss of contact between exhausted gasps and pants for air. “What is it, why did you stop?” Yuki whispered with a soft sigh, cupping Utsuro’s face in return as he searched for an answer from inside his eyes or on his usually still face. “I heard something.” Utsuro whispered back with a heavy breath , his eyes widening with a stunned look at the realisation of something that was dreadful wasn’t fully gone.
“It’s nobody, we’re alone, everyone’s gone you said that yourself…!” Yuki protested with a huff, eventually leaning back in to continue their tangled messy snogging, wrapping his arms even tighter around Utsuro to hold him still to prevent him from moving away, only freezing in place with a deeply shaken gasp when he heard that maniacally insane laugh from before.
“MASTER UTSURO!” Cried a voice of pure desperation, panting, scraping the white floor below him with his fingernails as he struggled to crawl was the Ultimate “Wizard” himself, Mikado Sannoji, or rather his delusional ai counter part whom own pure insanity struck fear of uncertainty into Utsuro, an intelligence artificial program with the memories of an orphaned child who was born of the flames of obsession from the day Utsuro reached out and saved him. A regretful choice on his part.
“Oh master Utsuro…” Mikado groaned again, grinning up at them both as he lay a couple feet away from them, reaching up like they were the heavens. That same crimson swirl of despair pooling inside his eye white from before. “Please… whatever you’re about to do, let me watch!” He begged, gripping onto the bottom of Utsuros trousers, nearly toggling them down which resulted in Utsuro almost completely loosing his footing.
“What the hell, I thought he was dead!” Yuki spluttered, untangling himself from Utsuros body as quickly as possible in a panic to move away from the ai zombie that was currently below them, gasping and almost drooling with those terrifying swirling eyes that petrified the living daylight out of Yuki.
“Oh Yuki…” Mikado panted with a twisted grin, out of breath as spill of the wizards blood pooled from where Kinjo had previously planted a bullet into his chest. “I can’t die, at least not in this world…” Mikado drooled, cackling as his grip on Utsuro’s leg
tightened, digging his fingers deep enough to almost penetrate into the skin from outside his clothes.
Utsuro scowled and pulled his leg away, feeling utterly disgusted at the sight of this pathetic man, desperate to fulfil his fantasy’s even when he’s defeated and bleeding out on the floor, withering in pain. It sickened Utsuro and that took much to do.
He had nothing to say to him, he didn’t want to give this artificial shell of a dead sickened man the gratitude of a reply, even just looking at him stirred something repulsive deep inside Utsuro soul.
Yuki started to notice the change in expression from Utsuros face, understanding the level of this nauseating hate towards Mikado, a common enemy between them that seemed to only bring Utsuro and himself closer together rather than apart, leveling their differences on a mutual hatred towards somebody else.
Yuki gently reached below and intertwined his fingers around Utsuros, squeezing faintly to distract him from Mikado just for a mere moment to get his word in. “Utsuro…” He whispered, keeping his voice calm and collected as Utsuro turned to face him, his brow tense, caught between a frown as if the pair had swapped the vital parts of their personalities.
“We ignore him, simple as that.” Utsuro replied coldly, glaring back at Mikado as the wizard reached out for him once again, stretching far out as he could with the strength he had left in him.
“Oh Master Utsuro, please don’t ignore me!” begged the wizard, the corners of his wicked smile extending even further then before.
Without warning, Utsuro suddenly reached over towards Yuki’s blazer to unbutton it, making quick work with his fingers as Mikado cackled with awe in the background. “Yes! Oh Master Utsuro!”
“Woah?!, Wait! He’s- He’s still watching! What are you doing?” Yuki panicked, grunting softly as he felt the same warm hands from earlier grab on his body once more, only at a speedier, more desperate pace. Utsuro ignored his protest for a moment, pulling the autumn brown blazer off Yuki’s shoulder and arms, before turning back towards Mikado.
“Oh master Utsuro, Are you-“ Mikado began, panting hungrily as if he was in between the action himself before feeling a slap of what was Yuki’s brown blazer across his face, rolled up into a thick long cloth that was then wrapped the around the wizards wrists, tightening them together like cuffs before finishing with a deep secure knot.
“You’re restraining him?” Yuki gasped, taking a couple steps back from the both of them as Utsuro held Mikado down with his foot to keep him still.
“Oh Master…?” Mikado spluttered, gasping and grinning more than ever before as he struggled against the confines of his knot. Utsuro remained completely silent, glaring down at Mikado before ripping off his iconic tie that always hung loosely around his neck to roughly loop around the wizards eyes, pulling it tightly to block his vision and prevent him from seeing anything.
“Done.” Utsuro finally replied, removing his foot from Mikados back, exhaling deeply with a sense of what was probably relief. Yuki couldn’t help but swallow deeply at the sight of the now tied up and blinded Mikado, it was sickening to say the least watching him wither and groan in the floor, breaking out into crazy laughter as he struggled and pulled on his restraints.
Still, it had Yuki wondering what it would feel like if Utsuro had done the very same thing but on himself, if he had been in that same position, tying him up with his own blazer and restricting his sight with that same tie.
“Yuki.” Utsuro’s voice snapped Yuki out of his daydream for a moment as his eyes switched from Mikado on the floor, to Utsuro who now had his hand held out towards him, encouraging for him to take it.
With their hands joined together Utsuro wrapped his free hand around Yuki’s waist, pecking soft kisses on his cheeks in a lovey dovey manner, as if Mikado wasn’t there at all.
After minutes of sucking, nipping and teasing that felt like forever in a space with no time, the two began to undress one another, Utsuro had pulled off their matching vests, unbuttoned their shirts and started working on getting those damn trousers up and off Yuki’s thin legs.
Yuki could only respond with moans and gentle whimpers as Utsuro's hands were everywhere, making quick work of removing their clothes, whatever thoughts he had was clouded by the sea of arousal as the ache in his pants worsened and throbbed.
Layer after layer their clothes began to pile as Utsuro had finally pulled his trousers completely off alongside the underwear he was wearing, exposing Yuki’s naked body all to himself and just himself, for nobody else could see Yuki like this anymore but Utsuro.
Meanwhile Mikado could hear everything happening nearby, the sounds, the whimpers and the rustle of layers being removed, giving the wizard a clear picture of what the pair of them were up to.
“Who would have thought the both of you would end up like this!” Cackled the wizard, still struggling against his restraints.
Yuki felt disgustingly ashamed of himself as Utsuro settled him into position on the floor, getting ready to have sex with Utsuro of all people was one thing, but Mikado laughing like a lunatic in the background was killing whatever mood they were tying to make and his filthy lewd commentary really wasn’t helping either.
“Is the show about to begin?!” laughed the wizard, again and again he cracked out jokes before Utsuro finally just had enough with it all, grabbing Yuki’s shoe from the pile of discarded clothes and chucking it towards Mikado, making the wizard yell in pain as the shoe smacked him right in the face. Silencing his stupid comments for just a moment.
“Thanks. He needed that…” whispered Yuki as Utsuros attention returned towards him. He bit down hard on his own lip as Utsuro inserted himself inside his entrance slowly. Pain slowly switched sides into pleasure as Utsuro’s thrusting began to hit sweet spots inside Yuki that made it difficult for him to even concentrate on Mikados words and what he was saying.
“Oh Master, you should change positions!” called out that damn wizard, having the time of his life listening to them do all this, no matter what the pair of them did they’d never get this stupid blonde fool to be quiet, though their focus was entirely on their themselves as Yuki’s moans got louder with every thrust.
His grip on Utsuro back tightened, almost teared into his skin, digging his nails deep into the flesh as Utsuro pounded into his own. Eventually, Mikados irritating words gave them both an idea to swap their positions, gradually turning over and switching sides as Yuki settled onto Utsuros lap and rode him, sliding his hips back and forth in a rhythm of pure ecstasy.
Mikado himself was in heaven, he was right where he wanted to be, and perhaps even enjoying this more then Yuki and Utsuro, listening to them both together, “bonding” in this shared empty space as Mikado thrived in every sound they made together, a sweet symphony of sex between his master and the unlucky one.
Yuki was increasingly close to finishing, his eyes watered little by little, his hips rocked back and forth, faster and faster as Utsuro grunted and held his hips firmly for support, squeezing Yuki’s side to let him know he was close to finishing as well.
“Oh ho ho things are getting so steamy, aren’t they my master?” Mikado cooed, reminding them of his presence, shuffling closer to them and ignoring the pain of the bullet wound in his chest. “I wish I could see your faces right now… see the bliss in your eyes, master.”
With one final cry of pleasure from Utsuro, he felt his body shiver slightly as he reached his peak and released his seed inside Yuki. He felt him collapse on-top with a heavy pant, lying still for a moment to catch his breath. They were finished and the deed was done, 10 minutes of satisfying pleasurable work so the both of them could feel something, anything in this new reworked empty world of theirs and find a little drop of comfort.
Not many words were exchanged between them both, paired with the repetitive panting, gasps and exhaustion from their actions, but silence was scarce when the wizard finally heard them reach their peak.
“Is it done? Oh Master please, take this blindfold off, I wish to see! The sweat on your bodies, the remnants of release tricking down your-“
WACK! Went another of Yuki’s shoes, only this time thrown by the owner himself as a very worn out Yuki sat up slowly, exhaustion on his features as he glanced down at Utsuro who was just as equally tired.
“Good job.” Utsuro praised, offering assistance as Yuki carefully slid himself off, setting down next to him on the empty floor as all 3 of them lay there in complete silence.
Utsuro kept his eyes closed for a moment, allowing himself to calm down and catch his breath as Yuki beside him gazed upwards to the empty hollow space above, shaking with each breath as the reality of what he’d just done sunk in. He’d let himself have sex with Utsuro, and Mikado had listened to the entire damn thing. He should have felt such regret for the choice he made, for allowing himself to do all this, but it was pointless, this was his life now, this was his fate.
Before Yuki could even begin crying again, he felt Utsuro’s arm wrap around him, pulling their sweat drenched bodies together in a comfortable attempt of a “hug” feeling Utsuro sigh heavily and hold him close. No matter how much Yuki wanted to pull himself away now that his “high of arousal” had faded, he found himself naturally itching closer towards Utsuro warm body, accepting the hug as he settled his head onto Utsuro shoulders and rested his heavy eyes.
Mikado continued to call out to them both, beckoning their names as he struggled, pulled and tugged on his restrained wrists once more, he couldn’t hear them and it bothered him, they’d both went silent, relaxing in their post coitus state before eventually falling asleep in the comfort of each others arms.