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It happened the first time when Akira invited him over to the Jazz club.
After they ordered their drinks, which were bright green with a neon red cherry floating on top of milky foam, they got around to talking about self actualization. Akechi couldn't help but tap his feet to the steady rhythm of the bass, however he chose to do it discreetly, so Akira wouldn't notice.
While he was talking, he studied the other boy's face for reactions, anything that would show him how Akira really felt about things.
He thought he was imagining things, because it was already over the second he saw it - but there it was again. Slight twitches, the corner of his mouth moving upwards, his eyes fluttering.
Akira never exhibited such behavior before. At least Akechi never saw him that way.
"Are you okay?"
Akira didn't respond right away, it took a while for him to catch himself. Yet he straightened up on that brown wooden chair and smiled.
"Yeah. I'm alright. Why are you asking?"
Maybe Akechi was the one seeing things. Could it be the dimly lit room that made him dizzy? He didn't know.
"Never mind. Where were we?"
The rest of their visit went as every other time they went to the club. They ordered another round of non-alcoholic drinks, talked a bit about music and watched the singer together in silence.
However, Akechi couldn't shake that strange feeling from before. Did Akira have any illness he didn't know of? How come he never saw anything written about that in all of those files he had obtained about the exchange student? Did he keep it a secret?
As they walked up the stairs, leading from the stuffy darkness back to the promenade, he hastily came up with an idea, as he saw the pouring rain.
"I wish to walk you home this time, if you don't mind." Why did his face heat up after saying that? Akira could have collapsed on the street right then and there, and Akechi wouldn't mind in the slightest. They were still rivals after all. Yet somehow it didn't feel right to him at this moment.
"You really don't have to. I'm okay, if you're still wondering because of back then. Really." The black haired boy even had the audacity to laugh in his face.
That woke up Akechi's will to fight.
"I insist! Besides, that's not what I was getting at. I bet you forgot your umbrella at Leblanc, right?" He got out his foldable umbrella from his metal suitcase and started walking towards the next subway station, waving his hand in a motion to signalize Akira to join him, who sighed, but silently agreed in defeat. If only he had taken Morgana along with him, he always thought of everything... he was probably already asleep, waiting for Joker to return, so he could take his usual place on top of the boy's chest as a heated cushion. Then he was gone within minutes, as soon as he curled up in a ball.
They arrived at Leblanc a little before midnight. Akira fished out his keys and opened the door, before he stopped in the doorway.
"Thanks again for the umbrella!" he said, a bit begrudgingly, because Akechi had kept the center of the umbrella right over his head while walking, causing Akira's whole left body half to get wet.
"I guess that's what friends do, no?" Akechi chuckled to himself, seeing the other boy's strands of hair clinging to his face, his glasses all foggy and stained with droplets.
"I wonder where Mona is, he's..."
Normally, he comes downstairs as soon as he hears the bell ring, even when it's that late.
Akira couldn't help but feel a twinge in his stomach. Something wasn't right. Were his palms just wet from the rain or was he sweating that much? He took off his glasses and placed them on the counter.
"He'll turn up again, I'm sure. Or do you want me to do a little detective work?"
Something about Akira made Akechi want to delay his leaving as much as he could. Was it the troubled look on his face? His rapid breathing? Or just that he looked irresistable in drenched clothes without his glasses? He couldn't quite place it yet.
Right after he wiped his bangs out of his face, Akira's limbs suddenly convulsed. He looked like he was wrestling with some imaginary man while grunting and panting helplessly, punching the air.
Akechi was too perplexed to do anything. He just stood there with wide eyes, as he saw Akira hit his head on the counter in a fit and fall face first to the floor before him, now lying motionless.
What the hell was that just now? That definitely wasn't acted and honestly a bit scary to watch, even for him.
He rubbed his forehead and combed through his hair with his fingers, not knowing what to do, and quickly closed the front door, which was still wide agape.
He paced around the entrance of Leblanc, trying to come up with anything, before he devoted himself back to Akira.
He knelt down next to his feet, looking him over quickly. Yeah, a small bump had already formed on his forehead.
And... he was still breathing. That's reassuring, he thought.
Should he try and wake him? He looked pretty out of it.
Akechi studied his rival's face again, like he did back at the Jazz club. Now his eyes were rolled back inside his head and his mouth opened slightly. A trail of saliva dribbled down his chin, coming from his bloodied lips, on which he probably bit down during his seizure.
He looked awfully peaceful and pretty in this state, Akechi noticed. He's never been able to see Joker this close before, without there being any sense of danger and tension in the air. Now that he thinks about it, he sure as hell won't be in another situation like this ever again. To be so close to Akira, and him being so... helpless, is quite intoxicating to Akechi. He feels this rush of power pulsing through him again, the same kind he gets while dealing the last blow against the shadows who are begging desperately for their life. Not only that, with the way his drenched clothes hug his form even tighter than normally, he's sending tingles down the detective's spine.
Even though they're rivals, Akechi's still a fair player. It wouldn't be right to just leave him like this. He should help him get changed so he won't catch a cold. It'll be just like in the baths. There won't be any speck of skin he hasn't already seen yet of the other at one of their hot steam challenges. It did happen occasionally that one of them passed out and dropped their towel. Only that Joker got up seconds later when it happened.
It's been more than a minute by now, and he still wasn't moving.
He carefully grabbed one of Akira's loafers in his gloved hand, taking it off in one sweeping motion. Ah, so he went home in wet socks because his shoes weren't waterproof? Where the hell did he get such budget piles of garbage? Akechi took a mental note of that, making sure to take Akira to a shoe store next week.
Another shoe and sock got placed in the entrance area, neatly piled.
He wasn't ready for his pants yet.
Taking off his jacket was a bit more difficult. He had to reposition the boy's arms in a straight line to get the sleeves off. He needed to get closer, so he knelt on each side of Akira's legs, leaning forward to reach the cuff.
Off came the jacket and, after a bit of fumbling, his dress shirt.
Akira's skin resembled porcelain. Which made it even more painful to view the dots of yellow, blue and purple all over his torso, a result of their latest visit to the Metaverse.
Akechi couldn't help himself. He traced the protruding parts of the boy's spine with his fingers still wrapped in their leathery hull, taking in the stark contrast of dark brown and white. Before he knew it, he found his lips caressing the exposed flesh in front of him. Tiny, shallow kisses were placed on every inch of Akira's back. He stopped when he reached one of the bruises, only to suck on them instead. They turned even worse after that, but Akechi was quite content with his work.
As soon as he worked up the courage to make use of his tongue, a quiet moan caught him off guard. So Akira wasn't completely gone. He paused for a moment, but continued right where he left off.
Maybe he would have to be a bit more careful - and a tad bit faster.
While sucking on his lower back again, his hands buried themselves right under Akira's hips to try and undo his belt buckle. As soon as the belt slipped loose, Goro pulled down his pants and underwear in one swift move, placing them aside.
He couldn't believe his own eyes as he took in the sight in front of him.
How an ordinary evening had started in the jazz club, and now he had Akira fully naked in front of him, still totally knocked out. He couldn't deny that small nagging voice in the back of his mind, telling him that he could still stop if he wanted to, that this was his last chance. To preserve what he had accomplished over the last year. To keep his relationship with the boy from getting even more complicated.
But then again, he went through all the trouble of undressing him. What if he were to wake up right now? How would he explain this whole situation? The only logical way to go would be to just get it over with, get him dressed again and forget about the whole affair. Right.
Akechi sighed and went through his hair, placing stray strands behind his ears.
He unbuckled his own belt and opened his zipper, just enough so he could pull out his dick. This was another quirk of his - he didn't like doing it while he himself was naked, so he usually kept on all his clothes.
It didn't take long for him to get hard again.
Carefully, he spread Akira's legs apart, but only as wide as he could between the counter and the booth, where he was still stuck.
Then he crawled closer, draping himself over the boy's back while simultaneously propping himself up on his hands, so as to not rest his whole weight on him.
Akechi let himself grind against Akira's ass, with the friction of skin on skin sending shivers down his spine. In a first attempt, he tried to line up for the boy's hole, teasing his entrance with small prods.
This caused Akira to whimper, which in turn made Akechi sweat. Quickly, he decided to abandon his right glove and placed his fingers on Akira's mouth, rubbing away the blood from before. He started with one of them going in after having pulled his chin, to make his access easier. His grinding picked up again as he added more weight on Akira's back and even more fingers into his mouth, plunging in and out to get them thoroughly wet. The noises of the black haired one turned back into moans, sending vibrations through the detective's fingers, which ended up in going right back to his dick.
Akechi removed his fingers one by one, changing their objective now. His index finger was the first to circle Akira's entrance, poking and stroking his hole, before entering it carefully. The boy seems to be taking it well, Akechi thought to himself, and he couldn't suppress a chuckle. He added a second and third finger, tried to stretch him out a little bit.
After that it was time for a change of position.
Akechi hooked his left arm under Akira's hip, trying to hoist him unto his knees while letting him fall back onto Akechi's thighs as a support.
Finally. He should be prepared by now.
Akechi checked one last time to see if Akira wasn't just about to wake up. It didn't seem like it.
He slowly pressed forward, letting out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding in. He felt amazing. Hot. Tight. Just... right.
Part of Akechi wondered how it would be like if Akira wasn't zoned out. Would there be dirty talk? Or would he rather fight back against his advances? Would there be any chance that he would take it all, just let it happen to him without reacting to it, without a struggle? This route seemed to be preferable in comparison.
Akechi began moving faster, imagining teasing the other about what he would do to him in an unconscious state, to which he would respond with a look of absolute horror, disgust and betrayal.
Akira's skin felt hotter under him now, as if he in turn got embarrassed over Goro's thoughts.
One particular thrust caused Akira to yelp with a hoarse voice, which turned into even longer mewling.
"Don't wake up now," Akechi pressed out between grunts. With his left arm still hooked under the boy, his right hand clasped the other's mouth, muffling the protesting sounds.
They grew louder and louder the harder and faster Akechi's sharp hips clashed with the rounded bottom in front of him.
"Akira... I'm..."
His hand slipped down from the once occupied mouth in order to grasp his neck, squeezing hard and pulling the boy closer to himself so he could nuzzle his face against the space between the student's sharp shoulder blades.
Akira's whole body shuddered. His eyes were unfocused, his lips still covered with saliva which kept dribbling down his chin in a steady motion. He was now quietly sobbing. Mumbling.
In an apparently small moment of clarity, the attempt at a "what...?" was what finally sent Akechi over the edge. He bit his lips to keep from crying out loud, pressing himself against Akira as tight as he could while also tightening his grip on the boy's throat.
He was reduced to a spasming, choking mess at the time Akechi finished inside him.
While he was still riding out his orgasm, Akira went limp again and collapsed under the steady grip of the detective.
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Akira opened his eyes in shock. He wasn't exactly sure what had happened just now, only that it must've been something extremely loud. He found himself lying in bed with it being practically pitch black outside his window.
Instantly, his view followed a dark moving shadow in the corner of his eyes.
"Oh, excuse me. I haven't been sick in years, so my sneeze came out louder than I expected."
That wasn't exactly what was worrying him.
"Why are you here?", he murmured with a hoarse voice.
"You don't remember? I took you home after our visit to the Jazz club. You... fell asleep as soon as you stepped into Leblanc. So I brought you up here."
Akira blushed at the idea of letting himself go in front of Akechi like that. How the hell could he let that happen? He was glad that it was already dark and Akechi wouldn't have to see his glowing red face.
"It's okay, no need to thank me. I guess I'll be going then."
Akira felt the tension in the air as Akechi spoke. He couldn't quite place it, but he knew he was glad to be finally left alone.
"Thanks... I guess. See you tomorrow."
He chuckled. "Good night, Joker."
Did he just... lick his glove while turning away? No, he must be imagining things. But... why did his butt hurt all of a sudden? And his throat too?
As he heard the door close and the bell ring for the final time that night, he felt tingles coming down his spine.
No use thinking about it. It will probably all be better after a good night's sleep. Although he couldn't possibly think of sleeping right now, as much as his heart was racing.
"Mona!"
The blueish cat jumped up the stairs, meowing in a confused manner.
"God, you scared me. Where have you been?"
Mona climbed up the blanket which hung down the side of the bed, found the right spot while circling Joker's stomach and lay down.
"Don't tell me you forgot about it! Ann went for Karaoke tonight and asked me to join. I thought it was fine, since you had plans with Akechi anyway. Seems like we came back around the same time, huh? So... wanna take a guess what she was wearing tonight?"
Akira let his head fall back and groaned.