Chapter Text
"Who's ready to fuckin party, bitches?" Miu shouted. A small chorus of 'me!' rang through the room. In Miu's apartment, Kokichi, Angie, Kiibo and Himiko were getting ready. Kaito had gone ahead to Rantaro's house to help him get ready, he'd offered to take Kokichi early to help, but Kokichi promptly declined, much preferring not doing any of the work. Kaito had simply rolled his eyes and gently smacked his head.
It was a New Year's Party. 'New year, new him' didn't have to start until after midnight. For now, he was content continuing to stay the shitty little gremlin he was. Of course, he also didn't believe in the 'new year, new you' bullshit that everyone always spoke of. In Kokichi's humble opinion, if you want to change yourself, do it whenever, don't wait for a new year to start.
Miu wore a low cut v-neck black dress, revealing lots of cleavage, heels, and her hair was in a low braid. Her finally official girlfriend, Angie, wore a very modest white dress that only revealed a little bit of her upper arms, and flats. The two were so opposite it was still a little staggering seeing them together.
Himiko wore a red off the shoulders dress and small heels, Kiibo wore a teal shirt with colored jeans and sneakers.
Kokichi himself wore the white scarf that Kaede had given him on his twenty first birthday, a lavender shirt with checkers on the rims of the sleeves, white skinny jeans, his usual black shoes, and a little something extra just for Kaito. A little device rested in his pocket, out of sight.
"Let's move it, hoes! I got beer in the back of my car and I want to start drinking!" Miu hollered, running out. It's amazing how she's able to run in heels. Everyone followed her, with Kiibo being the responsible one and locking the door behind them, knowing full well Miu would likely be staying at Rantaro's for the night.
Angie hopped in the passenger seat of Miu's car, while she got in the driver seat. Kokichi, Himiko and Kiibo all squeezed in the backseat. Miu, without waiting for anyone to be buckled, stepped on the gas and drove off speeding to Rantaro's house. "Angie, put some music on for us!"
"Which one?"
"How about the one that insinuates what everybody's gonna be fuckin' doing later?"
Angie fiddled with Miu's phone, plugging it into the aux cord and turning the music up. Deepthroat came on. At once, Miu, Angie, Himiko and Kokichi started singing at the top of their lungs.
"Hump me! Fuck me! Daddy better make me choke! Hump me! Fuck me! My tunnel loves a deepthroat!"
Kiibo used his palms to cover his ears.
Kokichi, sitting in the middle of Kiibo and Himiko, flung himself over Kiibo. "Lick, lick, lick, lick! I wanna eat yo dick!"
"But I can't fuck up my nails!" Miu screamed.
"So I'mma pick it up with chopsticks!" Angie chimed in.
"Mouth wide open, mouth wide open..." they continued, laughing as they all but wheezed the lyrics out. Poor Kiibo kept his gaze out the window with his hands over his ears. He shrugged off Kokichi, who was still clinging on to him playfully.
Pretty soon, though for Kiibo is wasn't soon enough, they arrived at Rantaro's mansion. They saw Kaito's truck, and Maki's car already there. So, they were the last to arrive. Once the car was shut off, Kiibo glanced at the time. "Guys, we're eleven minutes late."
"We're not eleven minutes late, Kiibo, we're fashionably late," Miu interrupted, grinning.
"But how are we late? You were speeding."
"I took the long route, dipshit, gotta listen to my girl CupcakKe more than just a few times!"
Kiibo put his face in his palms. "Remind me never to carpool with you again."
"Yeah, yeah, you fucking said that last time," Miu brushed him off.
"And the time before that," Himiko giggled.
The banter continued as they got out of the car. Kokichi was about to join in...but he swore he heard one of the bushes nearby rustle. He stopped walking and turned around, his eyes narrow. There were several bushes all around the house, so it was impossible to tell which it came from. Maybe it was a jack rabbit? Or a raccoon? There were tons in the area. But something in Kokichi's gut told him that wasn't it. His brows furrowed as he kept staring around, but not seeing anything of note.
"Come on, Cock-kichi!"
"...Coming," Kokichi turned back around and jogged to catch up. As he did, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. But he kept going anyway.
Inside, Rantaro's house was decorated with all different color streamers and balloons. Some were attached to the string and floating, some were blown up and scattered on the ground. Kokichi kicked a balloon aside as Rantaro and Shuichi came out to greet them.
"You're late. Did something happen?" Shuichi looked concerned.
"Hell yeah something happened, it's called CupcakKe," Miu snickered. Rantaro smiled in obvious exasperation while Shuichi mouthed 'cupcake?' to himself. Kokichi skipped over and slung an arm around the taller male. "Shumai, my beloved, CupcakKe is a singer. I'll have to get you to listen to her music."
"Okay? Thanks, I guess?" Shuichi smiled awkwardly.
"Shuichi, trust me, just stick to your classical music," Rantaro said in amusement.
Kokichi stuck his tongue out. "Boo. You're no fun."
"You want fun? Your boyfriend's in the living room."
Kokichi's face lit up. "My true beloved!" and with that, he turned on his heels and bolted for the living room, hearing Shuichi sigh to Rantaro a quiet 'please don't encourage him'.
When he got to the living room, sure enough, Kaito was lounged on the couch, clearly exhausted. Kokichi hurried over. Kaito's eyes were closed, and his breathing was even. He'd fallen asleep. What a stupid boyfriend he had! He pouted, and stood next to Kaito, leaning down close to his face.
"Kaito, there's a ghost watching you!" he all but shouted.
"What the fuck?" Kaito screeched, his eyes shooting open and he flailed, before falling off the couch. Kokichi doubled over in laughter. Kaito sat up, glaring at him.
"Kokichi!"
"Is everything okay in here?" Kaede peeked her head in, blinking when she took in the sight of Kaito on the ground, "I uh...I heard screaming?"
"It was Kaito."
"Shut up!"
"Oookay, well, we're serving dinner now, so..." Kaede smiled and left the two of them.
Kaito huffed and got up. Kokichi took in the sight of what his boyfriend was wearing, eyeing him appreciatively. He was wearing a white button up shirt, with the two three buttons undone, revealing his chest, and a black jacket and jeans. "Come on," Kaito had calmed down, "I'm starving."
"Wait," Kokichi whined, shifting a little, "I wanna give you something."
"What could you possibly give me? We live together, I've seen all of your stuff."
Kokichi let out a mischievous giggle and reached into his pocket, pulling the little device out. He clenched it in his fist. "Hold out your hand and close your eyes." Kaito rolled his eyes, but did as he was told. Kokichi put the device in his hand. "Kay, open!"
Kaito opened his eyes and glanced down at the questionable thing. He sucked in a deep breath once he realized what it was. "You fucking-"
"Turn it on, up, down...keep me entertained tonight, Kaito," Kokichi smirked, turning away and walking to the threshold of the living room. What he didn't expect, however, was for Kaito to turn it on, and up, right away. He froze before he reached the doorway crumbling to his knees with a gasp.
The vibrator he was wearing was turned up all the way. Kaito walked up behind him, and Kokichi could hear the gloat in his voice.
"Really shouldn't have given me total control of the remote after pranking me," he commented, wicked amusement in his eyes.
"B-bully," Kokichi panted.
Kaito snorted and turned the vibrator to more of a dull hum and helped Kokichi up. The two made their way to the kitchen, where Rantaro, Shuichi, Kaede, and a few of Rantaro's sisters all cooked dinner. There was a gigantic pot of toshikoshi soba, as well as fried lobster tails, sushi rolls, corn bread, and other things.
Everyone was given a plate. All of Rantaro's sisters sat at the table, and Rantaro and Shuichi sat with them, leaving everyone else to be standing, sitting on counters, sitting on the ground, and so on.
"I propose a toast! To the New Year!" Nanako, Rantaro's now fourteen year old sister cheered, holding up a glass of milk.
"To the New Year!" Everyone echoed, some holding water, juice, milk, and beer.
Chatter filled the room as everyone ate. Kokichi and Kaito sat together, with Maki not too far away, on her phone, texting someone.
"Ooh, Maki roll, are you texting a certain nurse?" Kokichi asked slyly. Maki glared at him.
"That's none of your business."
"Maki roll, be nice," Kaito chastised, his hand that was not holding his chopsticks in his coat pocket.
Maki looked annoyed. "Tell him to stop then."
"I am. Trust me." Kaito replied, and at that second, the vibrator was promptly turned up. Kokichi squirmed a little. Maki wrinkled her brows and sighed in an obvious dismissal, and walked away to go join someone else.
"K-Kaito..." Kokichi whined, now alone with his boyfriend standing up in the corner. Kaito hummed with a curious look on his face as he brought a roll of sushi to his lips.
Kokichi stamped his foot a little. "Come on, turn it down," he begged. Kaito set the chopsticks on his plate and reached into his pocket, but rather than turning it down, it went up a notch. Kokichi leaned forward, struggling not to make any noise.
"Kokichi? Are you okay?" Himiko questioned from her spot by Kaede and Tenko.
"I'm fine," Kokichi forced out, grinning.
"Maybe he has indigestion!" Tenko suggested.
"Gross."
Kokichi huffed and turned to glare at Kaito, who was now munching on a lobster roll. "Kaito, wanna sit down?"
Kaito shrugged and sat down. Kokichi sat...on his lap. More specifically, on his dick. He positioned himself, making sure to rub Kaito as he did so. Kaito's face was flustered as he dropped his chopsticks back on his plate, the lobster tail hanging out of his mouth as he fumbled with his jacket. The vibrator, thankfully silent, was on the highest setting, and Kokichi leaned over, chomping the opposite end of the lobster to avoid moaning.
"Get a room, you two," Maki said in disgust, standing beside Kiibo.
"I mean, it could be worse," Kiibo offered, "at least they're just kissing and sharing food."
"I-" Maki sighed and covered her face with a hand. "I'm done."
Kokichi pulled away, flustered. "Kaito, didn't you have beer in the back of your truck?"
"I..." Kaito gulped, "I think I did."
"Let's go get it."
"Yeah. Let's." The two got up, setting their food on the counter and rushing out. Maki grumbled under her breath as they did, "they make it so obvious what they're doing, why doesn't anyone else notice? I'm surrounded by idiots."
The two males got in the backseat of Kaito's truck, and with lots of awkward shifting, Kaito shut the door behind him, pinning Kokichi to the seats, leaning over and roughly kissing him. "We gotta make this quick," Kaito breathed.
"Yeah, no shit, honey!" Kokichi snickered breathlessly.
"Don't ruin the mood with your fucking vines."
Within minutes, Kokichi's pants and colored boxers were hanging off of one ankle while Kaito's pants were down enough for his cock to be out. The vibrator, now off and along with the device, was on the ground of the truck. Kaito was thrusting in and out of Kokichi, both grunting and moaning, and suddenly extremely grateful that Rantaro's mansion was gated off with bricks, so no neighbors outside could see the truck moving.
Not five minutes pass, and both boys were orgasming. After a moment of panting, Kaito reached over to the front seat where the glove compartment was, and got some wipes out.
"You...you were prepared?" Kokichi asked.
"Nah, I had these in my car since the night that Miu threw up in my truck."
"Fair."
Kaito smiled a little, and quickly cleaned them up, tossing the wipes in a bag. They fixed themselves up, and hurried back inside.
"What took you so long? Everyone's already done eating," Shuichi piped up when they returned.
"Yeah, I don't see any beer," Angie smiled knowingly.
"Must have been a real big quickie," Miu snickered. Everyone else all but rolled their eyes and ignored it, going back to whatever they were doing.
Kaito and Kokichi sat on the couch- well, Kaito did, and Kokichi comfortably sat on his lap so others could sit on the couch as well.
"So, what're everybody's New Year resolutions?" Rantaro asked. His sisters spoke up first, each with their own little thing, before everyone else began. Maki said resolutions were stupid, which Kokichi wholeheartedly, loudly, agreed with her. The two shared a mutual nod of approval.
Shuichi was promising to be more open, out of his shell. Kaede was gonna learn the Death Waltz by the end of the year, Tenko was going to try to be nicer to men, Himiko was gonna be lazier, Angie promised to get more people to love Atua, Kiibo was going to try doing morning workout routines, Kaito was gonna keep Kokichi happy (which earned him a smack to the shoulder from a flustered Kokichi and an approved hoot from Miu).
"And Miu? What's yours?" Rantaro asked.
"Angie and I are gonna try out every fucking kink int the goddamn book, that's what my resolution is! Doesn't matter what it is, we'll try it!" Miu looked proud.
"Knife play?" Kokichi asked casually.
"I'll fuck myself with a knife if I fucking have to," Miu retorted.
"Okay, what about you, Rantaro?" Kaede cut in, making Miu whine dejectedly.
"No! Rantaro's perfect! He doesn't need resolutions!" Mayu, the youngest sister, declared, moving to hug her brother's leg. Rantaro laughed, a fond smile on his face, while everyone else relaxed.
"Oh! Look! It's one minute until midnight!" Maho said excitedly.
Everyone glanced at the tv, which was on mute, as the countdown began.
"Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!" Everybody cheered, and Kaito swooped in for a kiss. Kokichi made a noise of surprise but returned the kiss. The music was turned up, some pop song, and everyone was chatting, the positivity was blinding. So, while Kaito spoke to Shuichi, Kokichi excused himself to go outside, sitting on the porch steps for a breather.
The air was freezing, and Kokichi was shivering, as he hadn't brought a jacket. But it was calming. And less suffocating. The hair raising feel of something being out there, the same feeling he got when he first arrived tonight, returned. He stared ahead, listening to distant laughter from neighborhood kids. But he didn't hear anything else. None of the bushes moved. Nothing.
"Hey, are you okay?" Kaito asked from behind him, moving to drop his jacket on Kokichi's shoulders, "you're gonna catch a cold."
"Yeah, I just..." Kokichi inhaled, "feel like something's off."
Kaito frowned. "Maybe you're paranoid? I mean I hate to say it, but Haruto's trial was last year. You're still not completely over what happened. It's normal."
"Yeah," Kokichi breathed a sigh, watching his breath form in the chilly night, "you're right. Even last year, seeing Haruto after being separated from him for two years was bad. I'll get used to the normal life soon enough."
"That's the spirit! Now, come on inside! We'll get Rantaro to make some hot chocolate, kay?" Kaito stood him up, and ushered him in. Instantly, Kokichi felt a wave of fear run down his back, but he kept facing forward as to not worry Kaito. He realized, with a start, what this feeling was.
It was the feeling of being watched.