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The Monabus always felt more and more cramped every time the Phantom Thieves gained a new member, but they’ve truly pushed their limits with the latest additions of Akechi and Sumire.
Even back in Sae’s palace, it’d been obvious that too many people were being packed together in there to be comfortable. And it wasn’t like Morgana was about to test his limits for a bigger car when they all knew Akechi’s presence was only temporary.
But not only is Akechi back with an even pricklier mask, now poor Sumire has also been forced to pack inside the bus. They sit three people in each row, sides bumping into each other and unable to stretch around until the main group exits to fight a shadow or they change platform levels.
That’s what usually happens at least, Akira and three others would deal with whatever shadows they ran into and even Futaba would follow in her persona. It was a respite of extra space, and when Morgana went into battle it meant they all had to walk anyway.
So there was always a chance to stretch their legs during their long days in Mementos, and the thrill of battle would leave them feeling energized to keep going.
“I’ll bet you five bowls of ramen none of us even go out on this next request.” Ryuji leans across the middle seats from the back, poking his head between Ann and Futaba.
Ann crosses her arms and accidentally bumps elbows with Sumire on her left, “Ugh, you think they’re really gonna keep this up even then? What are we supposed to do, poke our heads out and comment before they fight the shadow? I’m not taking that bet, I already know where their whole thing has been heading.”
Ryuji pouts, “Come on, Panther, don’t be like that! I gotta get this out or else I’m gonna end up throwin’ Crow out the next time we pass the railways and probably upset Joker. Th—” His voice gets muffled as Futaba’s hand pushes him back to sit down with Yusuke.
She’d been left behind as well since Akechi could apparently also navigate. The nerve of him, really.
“Ow! What’s that for?! I’m not the bad guy here! Don’t take it out on me cause of whatever weird thing those two got goin on. Hey Fox, wanna take my bet instead?” Since a certain third person with an intimidatingly pointy mask is gone, the two of them have decent enough space to relax.
But never getting a chance to do much more than sit at rest stops or walk to the next floor this entire trip has them all feeling antsy. And most of all, bored.
Yusuke’s face is a mix of thoughtfulness and regret, his head slightly shaking as he considers Ryuji’s proposal.
“Ah, I’m afraid I spent the last of my funds on a new set of brushes, I could not buy you even a single bowl of ramen. Although, you two bring up a fascinating point: do these requests hold as much importance if we are not present? Or does it not matter so long as their hearts are changed in the end? Perhaps our leader is testing a theory out…”
Yusuke crosses his arms and looks lost in thought, considering the various logical explanations as to why Akira has only taken Akechi out with him for every single fight during the whole day.
Clearly, he has more faith in Akira’s intentions than some of the other Thieves do.
Ryuji groans impatiently, “Damn it, what’s taking so long this time?! You said it was just some Fafnir, right Oracle? Ha, maybe they’re not so tough like Crow said, god he’s such an ass. Why does Joker even like him so much? I mean, I’m his friggin’ best friend and he’s never taken just me out like this!”
Ann is looking at Sumire’s nails after taking a glove off and scoffs at Ryuji’s words, “God, guys can be so dense sometimes it’s just laughable, especially you two back there. Is there really no other reason you can think of to explain why Joker is only taking Crow?”
Yusuke tilts his head and ponders the question, but Ryuji lasts a few seconds before his eyes go wide, “Oh shit! He’s gonna kill Crow! Fuck, can I really let my best friend become a murderer like that…”
Sumire rolls her hand around nervously and looks back at Ryuji with sad eyes, “Senpai, that’s not what she means. It took me a while to realize it too, Joker-senpai and Crow-senpai can be very secretive sometimes.”
There’s something that looks like regret in her eyes, and a slight tremble in her lower lip as she speaks. But it’s not addressed since Ryuji takes the focus of attention.
Ryuji waves his hands around in frustration as he misses the clarity he seeks, “Whaddya mean, Violet? I know Crow’s a closed book but Joker wouldn’t keep important secrets from me, that’s like the bro code!”
Futaba just groans and drops her head against the seat, “Come on, Skull, use that thick head of yours! I’ll make it easy for you, what’s the first thing you think of when two people keep trying to spend time together and treat each other differently than their friends?”
“Uh, I guess I’d think that they’re totally into each other,” Ryuji answers like it’s obvious, then tilts his head in confusion, “But what’s that gotta do with anything? It’s like you’re trying to say that Joker li— wait. Are you being friggin’ for real?! There’s no w— oh shit. Um, hey there Crow. Where’s Joker?”
Akechi opens the door and piles into the back with Ryuji and Yusuke, when really he should have moved right next to the door long ago just to make things easier. He doesn’t respond but soon Akira is opening the driver’s door and taking the wheel while Makoto and Haru scoot over to the side.
Akira adjusts himself in the seat, pulling at his coat and pants a bit before driving the Monabus forward without a word. The air feels sickeningly tense, the sounds of Mementos echoing around them as their exploration continues and Ryuji’s brain plays catch-up.
In his revelation, Ryuji glances over to where Akechi sits on the other side of Yusuke and does his best to analyze him. Nothing looks out of the ordinary from what you’d expect from a fight, his breath kind of heavy and face tinted red, clearly indicating a fierce opponent.
Ryuji’s mind restlessly questioned everything he thought he knew while the bus drove in uncomfortable silence. Could the others be right?! Why did it matter if Akira brought other fighters since he’d still be able to spend time with Akechi anyway? Only reason anyone wants to be alone with someone they like is to… oh shit! Did they really…
Ryuji decides to investigate the detective’s lips before jumping to any more conclusions, but it’s hard to see anything from the angle and Akechi’s stupid mask anyway.
Trying to break the tension, Makoto clears her throat and speaks up as Akira drives the Monabus, “So Joker, how was the fight? Oracle said it was some Fafnir and those are pretty tough, probably what took so long haha…” her voice sounded strained like she’s trying so hard to keep things normal.
Haru sits on her right, keeping silent and doing a stunningly good job of hiding her thoughts on the matter.
Akira’s voice sounds collected and smooth as he replies, “Yeah, sorry about that guys, I’ll probably have to visit the Velvet Room soon for some changes. Talk about anything interesting in the meantime?”
He turns a corner and they all shake as the bus is rammed into a chained door, bumping against each other and breaking the nervous glances they shared.
Akechi turns his face towards Ryuji as they settle down, offering a clearer view through the mask and of his puffy lips. Ryuji’s jaw practically drops to the floor at the sight and Akechi responds with a smug smile, watching the blonde’s eyes dart between himself and Akira.
“Oh hang on, I found the platform. Think we’re getting closer to the target Mona?” Akira abandons his old question and they all pile out of the bus towards the escalator.
Akira takes the lead and once they reach the next floor, they’re greeted by their newest rest stop.
The benched Thieves all breathe a sigh of relief and find themselves seated in no time, relaxing in the eerie atmosphere. Akechi and Akira take their usual places and after a couple of moments, Morgana informs everyone that the target should be on the next floor.
Ryuji is in the middle of cross-checking his evidence by staring at Akira’s lips as well, mind exploding at their shininess. Holy shit!
But the study is interrupted as Akira adjusts his gloves and stands before the group at the edge of the seating area.
“Alright, everyone good to go? I think we can probably just call it a day after this next target is handled. I kinda have plans later today so we can talk palace tomorrow, let’s go.” Akira turns towards the escalator without a glance back, expecting his team to follow out of habit and experience.
But Sumire speaks up before he gets far, “Wait Senpai, I think the rest of us should probably just wait here. You and Crow-senpai can go ahead without us, we won’t leave you two.” Her voice sounds resolved, like she’s decided something only she knows about.
Akira turns back around and scrunches his eyebrows together, “You guys wanna just wait here? It’ll get boring though and I figured you guys would wanna see the target too.” He scans the faces of his friends through their masks and searches for understanding.
Akechi rests in the corner with crossed arms and an amused smile, watching them try to get their points across. He can be patient, oh he’s been forced to be patient his entire life, waiting for Akira to move forward is just infinitely more entertaining to watch.
The anticipation boils in his veins and the floundering of the Thieves makes him feel giddy. Just a matter of time.
Ann’s the first to speak up after, “Yeah, Violet’s right! You two got this handled and it’s just the next floor so no worries if something goes wrong. Don’t worry about us, okay?” She looks around at the others with poorly hidden gestures, asking them to play along,
There’s a mixed response from the Thieves, but being trapped with whatever mating ritual those two have going on with nothing else to do breaks their resolve. They can only handle so many hours of it, after all.
There’s various murmurs and nods of approval, doing their best to convince Akira that they’ll be alright. He glances over at Akechi and his breath hitches, a red glove coming up to adjust his collar as he nods.
“I— Okay, if you guys are sure, Crow and I will find the target and take care of it. It might, um, take a while since we’re walking and the shadow could be tough, but don’t worry too much. On me, Crow. Stay on guard, everyone.” And just like that, Akira turns back towards the escalator and Akechi fucking hums as he passes the Thieves and follows Akira.
Akira waits at the top of the escalator and says something to Akechi, mouth parting open and words going unheard to the Thieves. It’s anyone’s guess what he says, but once Akechi reaches him he just shoves Akira onto the escalator and they both disappear into the darkness.
They all sit there for a moment looking at the escalator before Futaba bursts out laughing in the silence, “Oh my god, we’re finally free! That was absolute torture, are we sure they didn’t get hit by a lust ailment or something?”
Everyone seems to relax from her outburst, glad that Akira actually listened to reason. Or maybe he was just listening to his dick, but who cares now that they’re gone.
Ann takes her mask off and reclines back, “Uh, wouldn’t you be the one to know that Oracle? But seriously, something must have happened because they’ve never acted this bad before. Like, how do you stay hard for so long and even after fighting shadows! Oh my god, what if Maruki has something to do with it and we didn’t help!” She sits up and looks panicked, ready to chase them down but Makoto pats her shoulder to calm down.
“I don’t think it was Maruki or any status effect… I think they’re just, um, like that?”
Sumire perks up, “Oh! Just everyday Akechi, right! Crow-senpai did say they were rivals, so maybe this is just everyday Joker?” She stretches her arms and nods in remembrance, “I think the Metaverse just has that effect, you guys should have seen them when we first found Maruki’s palace.”
Ryuji speaks up from the corner, “Wait, they had friggin’ boners too?! I didn’t even notice, holy shit, they’re probably gonna fuck down there aren’t they? I mean, I’m proud of Joker and all but like, Crow? He could have anyone he wants but he goes for the guy who tried to kill him twice?! Maybe Crow’s just really good at head… or his a—“
Morgana interrupts Ryuji with a yowl, “Skull! A proper Phantom Thief should speak like a gentleman! Not like… like that! And besides, Joker likes Crow more than you guys know, just trust me on that.”
His voice sounds oddly sincere at the end, trying to protect Akira’s honor and reminding the Thieves of similar words said back in the engine room.
“Psh, come on you two, it’s obvious they’re hopelessly in love and wanna fuck each others brains out. They’re probably going at it already as we speak, mwehehe.” Futaba’s face lights up in a grin before shifting to a grimace, “Ugh, gross though, imagine how dirty Mementos floors and walls are?”
Yusuke sounds appalled at the suggestion, “Do you not see the beauty in it, Oracle? Two fated rivals coming together in a passionate frenzy of hate and love in the very heart of the society which has failed them time and time again?” He uses his fingers to form a frame over the escalator in the distance, “The two of them baring everything to each other and becoming one despite all th—“
“Gross, Inari! Just look at the air in this place, who would want their dick out in it? Imagine what could happen!”
“Even better! So overwhelmed by their lust and feelings that they would risk anything just for a taste of each other!” Yusuke sounds absolutely thrilled as he plans his next work of pure genius, “Do you think they’d mind if I sat by to observe? They’re sure to paint a remarkable picture of untethered passion and the endless duality of human emotions, I must capture it on canvas to immortalize!”
Futaba and Yusuke continue to argue with the occasional comment from Ryuji sneaking in there. Who knows how long they’ll have to wait, so they may as well get comfortable.
Ann rolls her eyes and sits by Sumire with a smile, “Hey Violet, do you think I can try braiding your hair?”
Sumire nods enthusiastically, “Of course, Panther-senpai! You always look so nice, I’m sure it’ll be beautiful.”
The two girls get lost in their conversation, leaving Morgana, Haru, and Makoto to talk amongst themselves.
Morgana crosses his arms and looks back over at the escalator, “Do you guys really think they’ll take long doing… that? I mean, it’s not like I know how that human stuff usually works, what if they get into trouble?”
Makoto casts a glance at Haru and addresses Morgana, “Um, the length of these things can kind of vary so it’s hard to know for certain. But I agree Mona, maybe we can head down for backup if they take too long?”
“Yeah, that’s definitely for the best here. I know those two are strong but even they can get caught off guard. Hey Noir, you haven’t really said anything… are you okay?”
Haru’s face softens up and she smiles at Morgana, reaching a hand out to pet his head. “I didn’t mean to worry you, Mona-chan. I’ve been sorting out my own thoughts but… I agree with you two. Enough about them though, do you both want to get dinner later? We can take Mona-chan to that sushi place you liked, Queen.”
Makoto blushes and the trio delve into their own plans for the rest of the day, no one left to look at the escalator.
It’s a more than welcome change of pace, the lot of them able to just relax and enjoy each other’s company in an open space. They stop thinking about how ridiculous it is that everyone would make a trip to Mementos just to do nothing and watch Akira fawn over Akechi.
Hopefully, it’s just a one time thing. They can get over Akira being stupidly in love this one time, but if it keeps up and even carries into the palace? Then they’ll probably have to separate the pair.
Makoto asks Futaba to keep track of time or anything unusual she can sense, earning a thumbs up in response as she continues to debate with Yusuke.
It’ll have to do for now. The two missing rivals should have plenty of time to handle the request and then, well, each other. Either way, at least their trip has become slightly more tolerable to deal with.
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Okay, so Akira probably could have handled that whole situation a bit better. In his defense, he thought the Thieves wouldn’t even notice anything and it’s not like he could just go into the Metaverse without them.
It’s hard to really think about that when there’s sharp little bites being peppered into his neck and a heavy pressure grinding on his cock. The target had barely disappeared when Akechi pretty much jumped him and brought them both crashing to the floor.
“About fucking time, I thought I’d have to ride you in front of your stupid friends before they took the hint. Stay still, Joker.”
Akechi removes his mouth from Akira’s neck with a sharp bite, grabbing Akira’s gloved hands and placing them above his head. He brushes his lips against Akira’s ear and whispers, “Good boy, now don’t move a fucking muscle.”
Akira can hardly even remember the Thieves by now, adrenaline still pumping from the fight but frozen by Akechi’s words. The ex-detective straddling him sits back up, using Akira’s chest as a surface for his hands.
He smiles down at Akira and reaches down to unbuckle one of the belts around his legs, his movements stirring Akira’s dick even more to life. Akechi leans back over Akira and fastens the belt around Akira’s wrists before tying them down to the outer railway track, his neck resting on the metal like a weird pillow.
It looks like he’s in the middle of some old cliche film, conveniently displayed and tied to the tracks even if no train was coming.
The binding feels painfully tight around his wrists, the belt biting into his skin and pushing them against the rough floor. The belt is too short to accommodate it all comfortably, Akira can already imagine the marks that’ll remind him of handcuffs in the past.
Akira’s arms strain against the leather as Akechi connects their lips, rolling his body slowly against Akira. They make out like that for a few minutes, tongues slotting against each other and wet lips pushing together.
Their teeth clack together on accident at one point, Akira getting excited and hastily angling his head to kiss deeper. Akechi rewards him by biting down on his lip hard, Akira wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood.
Akechi sits back up and admires his handiwork, running his claws against Akira’s vest and testing its strength.
“Hmm, you look awfully familiar like this, Joker. Tied up and helpless to the whims of whoever finds you, all you’re missing is a couple of bruises.”
Akechi grabs his laser gun next to his discarded mask and points it right at Akira’s forehead, his smile twisting cruelly. “The look really does suit you, Joker… But speak up, would you? I hated that about your stupid cognition, the thing just stared the whole time.”
Akira feels dizzy with desire, skin burning to touch Akechi again. A roll against his dick makes him whimper, “Ah, you— fuck, we don’t have time down here. I told you we’d go to your place afterwards but you’re so— fuck right there— so impatient, Crow. Just couldn’t wait for my cock, could you?”
Akechi stops grinding and barks out a laugh, “Don’t act smug, this is all your fucking fault. Dragging me around everywhere and shoving your tongue down my throat.”
He sets the gun back down and presses his claws into Akira’s vest enough to tear, the sharp tips scratching into Akira’s chest. Akira cries out from the sting, his wires crossing and mixing the desire to fight and fuck.
Akechi parts open his vest, the fabric tearing apart and exposing Akira’s chest to the Mementos air. “So desperate to fuck a warm hole that you’d embarrass yourself in front of your precious friends. It’s pathetic.”
God, Akira loves it when he’s mean, all sharp edges and animosity that he can’t wait to feel tear into him.
“Fuck yeah… do you have any idea what you look like when you’re fighting shadows? Crow, that suit of yours hides nothing, your ass looks fucking divine wh— hmph! ”
Akira’s spiel is interrupted when a pair of toned thighs encircle his head, his vision overwhelmed by Akechi looming over him. Akechi’s suit is torn open, messy and jagged cuts that he must have torn into with his claws, leaving his ass uncovered.
“Would you shut up about that shit already? Do you ever hear me waxing poetry about your stupid cock? No, because I hav—“
“Aww, come on Crow, you know I like you for more than your perfect ass. Here, I’ll give you a list: First, you’re a great rival. Second, you’re pretty good at sucking m— hmm.”
Akira’s words melt into a pleased hum, savoring the taste of Akechi as he sits on Akira’s face and promptly shuts him up.
It’s hard to eat Akechi out like he wants to with his hands bound above him, his face chasing upwards and squished between his cheeks. Not to mention the cold metal pressing into his neck beneath him.
But the taste flips a switch in his brain, like he’s a man starved and Akechi was a full course meal laid out before him.
Akechi laughs at the display, “What happened to being patient, Joker? Look at you now, slobbering over me like a fucking dog in this filthy place. What would your beloved Thieves think if they saw?”
Akira groans as his tongue reaches Akechi’s hole and Akechi takes a moment before continuing, “They’re probably imagining it now, with how obvious you were being. You could come just from this, can't you? You’re— ahh, unbelievable. Debasing yourself over your own fucking murderer. Disgusting…”
Despite his words, Akechi reaches around his ass and holds himself open for Akira to delve even further. Akira takes the opportunity to practically burrow his face in, licking his rim and trying to tonguefuck the tight muscle.
He pokes his tongue inside and Akechi releases his hands with a moan, tightening his thighs and suffocating Akira. A mess of saliva and spit forms between them, Akechi grinding down and riding Akira’s face while Akira just groans like he’s never been happier.
Akechi struggles to stay upright as Akira’s tongue shoves its way inside him and stretches him open, the feeling making his legs shake and threaten to fall. Akira’s teeth nip against his skin and it breaks his composure, tearing himself away from Akira’s face and resting on the floor nearby.
Akira blinks his eyes into focus and looks at Akechi, grinning at him with a wet and spit slicked mouth.
“Oh, I’d do much worse for you, Crow~ And don’t sell yourself short, you tried killing me at least twice, remember? You were watching us in palaces weren’t you, any more tries I don’t even know about?”
Akechi rolls his eyes and spreads Akira’s coat out enough for him to sit on. He removes his claws and reaches down to Akira’s pants, undoing the buttons and moving the flaps aside to reveal his bulge.
He rubs a palm against the hardness and uses the other to pet Akira’s hair, tugging at the messy strands. “Hmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you? Knowing I held your life in my hands every time you entered the Metaverse…”
Akechi trails his fingers to Akira’s mask, brushing nails against his skin and whispering, “You know, I meant what I said before, we still haven’t seen how far we could go…” He tosses the mask aside and gray eyes pierce into red ones without barrier.
A squeeze to his dick brings an undignified gasp out of Akira, his breathing growing heavy as dilated eyes gaze at Akechi. “Fuck, Akechi… I— Crow, you know I— fuck!”
Before he could even register it was happening, Akechi had bent over his side and sucked at his bulge through the fabric. He hums and sends vibrations right through Akira’s dick, his body squirming on the floor.
Akechi pulls back enough to pull the underwear down, exposing Akira’s half hard dick to the Mementos air. “I’m impressed, Joker, I thought you would have made a mess in your pants by now. Too scared of a repeat of last time? Or maybe you just perform better after a fight… an interesting thought to test out.”
Akechi sits next to Akira’s side and licks his palm, using the wetness to jerk the exposed dick off with a fist. He only gets a few pumps in by hand before leaning over and licking the leaking head softly.
Akira whines and struggles against the belt, his hips moving and trying to get closer to Akechi’s mouth. “Crow, fuck come on, the Thieves are— they’re waiting for us…”
Akechi pinches his thigh harshly and sits up, his hands holding down Akira’s hips. There’s a cold look in his eyes as he speaks, “You’re supposed to stay still, Joker. I don’t give a fuck what your friends do, they can leave or come watch for all I care. But one more word about them and you can find something else to stick your dick into, got it?”
There’s still no mouth on his dick so Akira just nods wordlessly, trying to avoid provoking Akechi away. Akechi studies his tied up form and seems satisfied, leaning back down and taking the entire tip of Akira’s dick inside his mouth.
Akechi suckles at the head like it’s a sweet treat, using his hands to free the rest of the length and balls into the open. He pulls away and spits into his hands, coating the saliva across Akira’s hardening dick.
Once Akechi’s mouth envelops him again and hands stroke the base of his cock, Akira’s head falls back on the metal with a groan. His hands close into fists, straining from the effort of keeping his hips down and steady in place as Akechi’s mouth descends deeper.
“So good, Crow… You’re getting better at this, feels fucking amazing.”
Akechi hums pleasantly around his cock, bobbing his head more enthusiastically at the praise. He sits draped over Akira’s side, the side of his face visible to Akira as he sucks him off and fondles his balls.
Akira’s at full hardness by now, Akechi’s tongue finding where he’s most sensitive from experience. He pulls himself off the length with a pop! and licks the slit.
“I’m a fast learner, Joker. Let’s hope you’re improving as well, you wouldn’t want to be left behind would you?”
Akechi leans his face down to the base of Akira’s dick, sucking on his balls and angling the length against his face. Akira wished he had a softer surface under his neck, but it’s not like he was going to miss the show Akechi was putting on for him.
The size of Akira’s dick practically hides Akechi’s face behind it, his pink tongue peeking around in slow licks. He sucks and licks his way up to the head and opens his mouth to spill a bunch of saliva onto the top.
Akechi smiles wickedly at Akira as he rubs the saliva down, watching it drip all the way towards Akira’s pubes. “Tell me, Joker… How many times do you think you could come before your friends start to look for you?”
Akira’s eyes widen and he opens his mouth to protest, but it melts into a groan as Akechi swallows down his cock and feels the tip hit the back of his throat. Akira feels Akechi gag, they’ve been training Akechi for deepthroating for a while now and the ex-assassin is determined to conquer Akira’s dick.
But he took too much without easing in and Akira stutters out from the pleasure, “Crow, you’re gonna— fuck! Take it slower, like I showed you bef— oh fucking fuck…”
Akira’s head drops down and his eyes roll back into his head as Akechi holds himself in place and chokes around Akira’s cock. Usually, Akira would break them apart and remind Akechi that he has to ease into going that deep, but he’s helpless to the pleasure and his bound hands as Akechi unravels him.
They both moan from the feeling of Akechi’s throat cockwarming Akira, holding the position longer than they ever have before. His throat spasms and squeezes as the intrusion remains, until he eventually pulls off with a gasp and cough.
There’s a thick string of spit connecting Akechi’s puffy lips to the slit of Akira’s dick, broken when Akechi licks his lips. “Tch, see how easily you give into it anyway? Now, if you don’t want your friends to find you tied up like a dog here then I suggest you fuck my mouth already. You can handle that, can’t you?”
Akechi doesn’t wait for an answer, bobbing his head on Akira’s cock slowly and teasing his teeth against the flesh occasionally. Akira grunts and lasers in at the sight, watching the strands of Akechi’s hair brush against his stomach until he’s caught staring.
His lips stretch around Akira’s dick but there’s an impatient twinkle in his eyes, his brows furrowed like he’s angry with Akira. He slows down his pace, his bobbing head going still and waiting for Akira to do something.
The delicious friction gone, Akira whines and thrusts his hips forward, crashing against the back of Akechi’s mouth again. Akechi gags and pulls away slightly, fixing their distance so Akira could properly fuck his mouth.
And Akira doesn’t even care about the ache growing in his arms, his senses narrowing down to the warm mouth wrapped around him. Fucking into Akechi’s mouth with his hands bound is a different experience than usual, his hips forced to do all the work and unable to hold Akechi’s head down in place.
It makes him feel like a wild animal, bound for punishment and rutting into a wet hole just to get off. And yet he’s the one fucking his cock into Akechi’s mouth, his rhythm increasing and creating a sick wet sound.
Akechi angles his head to look at Akira, the dick thrusting inside his mouth protruding against his cheeks and bulging the skin there. The sight earns another moan from Akira, seeing Akechi’s mouth struggle to fit his size.
Akira’s hips pump upwards, his voice shaky as he groans out, “Fuck, I’m close Crow… Mmm, you're gonna swallow all that cum for me, yeah? Oh fuck I’m— shit!”
Warm cum floods Akechi’s mouth, coating his tongue and spilling out into a mess on Akira’s dick. Akechi hums at the familiar taste and removes his mouth, watching the rest of the cum spurt out and join the mess.
Akira closes his eyes and shakes weakly from his orgasm, arms aching and body high off the pleasure. Just as the feeling subsides, Akira feels rough hands toying with his softening cock, forcing a grunt and twitch out of him as he struggles to adjust.
He doesn’t have to look to know Akechi is playing with the mess of cum left on his dick, the sticky fluids dripping down his length and into his pubes and balls. Akechi has some kind of obsession with Akira’s cum, he figured that out the very first time they fucked but Akira just thinks it’s hot.
Akira’s voice is breathy as he speaks, “Having fun down there, Crow? I thought you wanted to keep going until the Thieves showed up… you’re wasting time here, honey.”
Akechi scoffs and flicks a finger against his messy dick, “Shut up. Believe it or not, your group of sycophants aren’t that dumb. They know exactly what you’re doing down here. I’m sure they’ve already left Mementos by now, they won’t be bothering us.”
Akira opens his eyes to find Akechi lazily gathering cum near his dick, using his fingers to pull some from Akira’s pubes and balls like he’s trying to make a puddle. Akira scrunches his eyebrows at the words, does Akechi really think the Thieves would abandon them?
There’s doubt in Akira’s voice, “You know they wouldn’t leave us, Crow. Even if they wanted to, you think they’d just leave us to walk all the way back up?”
Akechi rolls his eyes and speaks with a bored tone, “Spare me the theatrics, Joker. You realize that’s what Goho-M is for, right? I swear, how you all survived this long is beyond me. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”
Akira rests back and focuses on Akechi’s movements, how he sits up and scoops the cum off Akira before bringing it down to his ass. His mouth parts open for a groan when Akechi gasps and rests against Akira.
Akira’s too mesmerized by the sight of Akechi stretching himself out using Akira’s cum to say anything; right now all he can manage are little moans. His dick is definitely coming back to life though, the length perking up with interest every time Akechi shifts even slightly.
But Akechi doesn’t seem focused on putting up a performance for Akira, if anything it’s like he’s forgotten Akira was even there. His eyes are snapped shut and cute moans flow out of him as he fingerfucks himself, his body rocking with the movements.
“Fuck, Joker…” Akechi sighs and Akira’s whole world narrows down to this moment, forgetting that his therapist is insane and the whole world was being hypnotized to live in a hellish paradise forever.
No, all he cares about right now is the sweet sounds spilling out of the boy who would have killed him. Akira thinks it wouldn’t be so bad, if they were to be each other’s undoing. After all, he remembers what it felt like when that bulkhead door separated them, and the pain from that hurt more than anything Akechi could ever do to him.
There’s a tug at his bangs and Akira focuses back to Akechi, faced with a mildly concerned expression. “You still want your dick wet or do I have to find someone else? I’ll never forgive you if I have to ask Kitagawa, or god forbid, Sakamoto.”
The mere concept snaps Akira back to the present, “What the fuck, why them? I thought you said they left Mementos anyway, so couldn’t you pick literally anyone else?”
Akechi smirks and straddles Akira again, grinding down on his nearly full cock. “Ha, I knew that’d do the trick. And to answer your question, I refuse to let some brainless puppet of this reality fuck me. Where’s the relax gel?”
Akira frowns at the idea of Akechi sleeping with anyone else, trying to scrub the image from his mind as Akechi searches his pockets. The pressure against his dick from Akechi’s bare ass works wonders, mind back on track to the task at hand.
Once Akechi finds the relax gel, he squirts some onto Akira’s dick without even bothering to warm it up. He rubs the gel down and helps coat Akira’s dick with a glare, probably upset that the fluid was interfering with the cum he’d painted the length with.
Done with his work, Akechi steals Akira’s dagger and tears into the front of his skin tight suit, just enough for his own dick to slip out. His tip is absolutely leaking, the length rubbing against Akira’s stomach and droplets decorating Akira’s skin.
God, Akira wishes he could reach a hand out and jerk him off, Akechi always squirmed so deliciously when his dick was played with. But he’s made it this far, his hands are going to stay tied as long as Akechi wants.
Akira realizes something just as Akechi raises himself and his voice is filled with panic, “Wait! Can you cut open the top too? I wanna see your tits, Crow.”
Akechi drops back down heavily and smacks Akira’s head, which hurts more than normal considering the metal beneath him. “Why do you insist on saying dumb shit all the time? I hope your friends do come find us so they can finally see how depraved you are.”
After his complaints, Akechi picks the dagger back up without hesitation and tears open the top of his suit, exposing his chest and leaving him in tattered clothes. He leans forward and stabs the knife into the ground near Akira’s hands, freshly exposed skin right in front of Akira.
And who would Akira be to pass by such an opportunity? Akira shoots forward and locks his mouth right onto Akechi’s nipple, sucking the sweet nub.
Apparently Akechi wasn’t actually planning for that, his body nearly toppling over and gasping from surprise. It’s only his quick reflexes that save him and keep him steady.
He’s anything but upset though, Akechi whimpers as Akira licks at the hard nub and chases the feeling. He leans further down into Akira’s mouth, using a hand to practically cradle Akira’s head against him.
Akira tries some swirling motion he saw in a porno once and Akechi cries out, “Oh fuck, like that Joker… You’re— ahh! Where the fuck did you even learn that?”
Akechi tugs his hair and pets him as Akira sucks and licks the sensitive nub, moaning when there’s a tug of teeth. Akira grins and switches sides to the other nipple, beginning his work anew.
Akira could stay like that forever and Akechi knows that all too well, so he regrettably tears Akira’s mouth off him. Akira mopes but forgets about it once Akechi lifts himself to hover over his aching dick.
Back when this all happened at the start of January, Akira had stopped at this point to search his stuff for a condom. He’d fumbled one out, saying Ryuji threw him a pack ages ago despite the fact he wasn’t dating anyone.
“You never know, dude!” Ryuji had said. And Akira just stowed them to make Ryuji happy, the blonde wiggling his eyebrows and bumping his shoulder enthusiastically.
Akechi had laughed in response, “You sure Sakamoto wasn’t trying to get in your pants? Half of Tokyo is in love with you, he actually had a point for once.”
But Akechi had just grabbed the packet and studied Akira, telling him if they were both virgins and clean then it should be no problem. And Akira had no objections, overwhelmed that his rival had come back to him and was offering to be fucked raw.
The topic of condoms was forgotten from that point on, the pack from Ryuji untouched every time they hooked up. Akira almost felt foolish for even considering it now that he knows what his cum looks like when it drips out of Akechi’s used hole.
Akechi breathes heavily as he lowers himself down onto Akira’s cock, eyes fluttering shut once the tip breaches his rim. Akira aches to grab Akechi’s waist, the curves taunting him and begging to be gripped.
Tight walls move further down, the gel easing the slide until Akechi bottoms out, his ass flush against Akira’s front. Akechi bites his lips and stays still, his body adjusting to accommodate Akira’s big dick.
And Akira squeezes his fists in restraint, the grip around his cock so nauseatingly good that his head spins. The fact that his cum is already being fucked into Akechi’s hole makes it even hotter.
Akechi opens his eyes and runs a hand across Akira’s chest with a predatory smile, “You’re doing so well, Joker… Do you think you’ve earned your reward?”
Akira perks up at the chance of finally getting his hands freed, dumbly nodding at Akechi despite the look on Akechi’s face. Red eyes sparkle with glee, Akechi leaning down until their faces are a moment away from each other.
Akechi locks their lips together, licking his tongue into Akira’s mouth and biting his lip. They can taste themselves as they kiss, their shared lust culminating in a mess of tongues and fluids between them.
Their hands bump into each other as Akechi reaches towards Akira’s bound wrists, pressing into the kiss as he strokes Akira’s fingers. But any hopes of freedom are crushed when Akira feels his red gloves being torn off him, Akechi tugging his lip as he breaks away.
Akira looks at his stolen gloves held captive by the smiling thief and grumbles, “You’re evil, Crow. Absolutely cruel and unjust, a heartless and wicked person.”
Akechi’s grin grows with every word, leaning back in and whispering into Akira’s ear, “I’m glad you’ve finally realized, Joker.”
Akira shivers and just barely considers licking Akechi’s cheek in retaliation before his mouth is being stuffed with his own red gloves. He needs to up his game next time if Akechi is pulling out all of this.
Akechi settles back down on his dick, getting himself comfortable and admiring Akira’s body again. “There, no more idiotic comments from you. Now be a good boy and don’t cum until I say so.”
Akira could easily just spit the gloves out, but something about just letting Akechi use him like a glorified dildo is a bit too appealing. So he stays in place as Akechi lifts his ass up and down his length, piercing himself entirely with every single drop.
After a few slow movements, Akechi moans and picks up his pace, the angle forcing Akira’s cock as deep as it can go. He bounces at a quicker pace, keeping Akira’s cock inside him at all times and clenching his walls down every time Akira makes a muffled noise.
Akechi’s eyes grow darker as he looks at Akira, his hands reaching towards his own nipples and tugging at them. His attention focused on Akechi’s nipples now, Akira groans into the glove when Akechi keeps riding him and causes his blushing chest to bounce along.
Akechi stops to grind down teasingly, “God, you’re so easy, Joker. All I have to do is shake my ass and tits like a slut and you’ll come running over drooling. Am I special or are you just that desperate for a warm body?”
And fuck, the words just rile Akira up even more, his control cracking and forcing his hips to thrust up into Akechi. He expects Akechi to bitch about it, but his dick must have nailed right into his sweet spot since Akechi just shakes and moans wantonly.
The pleasure drives them from that point, Akechi leaning over Akira to better ride his ass up and down the hard cock. Nails dig into Akira’s chest, Akechi arching his back and focusing on drilling himself down onto Akira’s dick with a drawn out whine.
Akechi shifts slightly and seems to find what he’s looking for, crying out and repeatedly piercing Akira against his prostate. It’s demeaning and the hottest thing Akira’s ever experienced, Akechi riding him without abandon and chasing his own pleasure.
His dick bounces against Akira’s stomach, rubbing against the skin and making a mess from where it leaks profusely. But all Akechi cares about is the cock pounding against his sensitive nerves, mouth dropping open as Akira aids in their movements.
Akira can’t fucking take it anymore, he has to touch Akechi, make him so dizzy with pleasure he forgets his own name.
He pushes the gloves out of his mouth and grunts, voice shaky as tight walls clamp down on him, “Crow, my— fuck… My hands, Crow. Please, oh fuck—“
Akechi slows down a bit, puzzled as to why Akira would interrupt his riding. But the words must click, since he reaches over and finally releases the belt.
Akira’s arms fucking hurt, sore from being bent and stuck in place for so long. Akechi doesn’t care though, he’s back to bouncing his ass around Akira’s cock.
He looks like a dream, sweat clinging to his skin and lips parted open with a stream of moans. Akechi’s face is flushed red, his eyes prettily blinking at Akira as his hole is fucked open and loose.
“Crow, fuck. You’re taking me so well… just like that.”
Akechi tightens up and drops his head, drunk on the praise. He nods his head wordlessly and tries to maintain his rhythm, frantically spearing himself full.
The ache subsides a bit eventually, or maybe the pleasure and tightness around his dick just distracts him from it. Either way, Akira manages to grab Akechi’s waist and use his curves as leverage to properly fuck his cock inside the perfect wetness.
If his body were strong enough right now, Akira would probably have flipped them over and drilled Akechi into the ground, but Akechi’s riding him so well he can’t help just enjoying the feeling.
Except Akechi grows impatient from doing all the work, scolding Akira with shaken words, “What did you want your hands for, Joker? Just to lay there like you don’t know how to use your dick? I swear, if you don’t fuck me right n— yeah, fuck, right there!”
He’s still plenty capable of holding Akechi in place and fucking into him, so he does exactly that. Akira violently thrusts into Akechi’s tight hole, aiming right at his prostate and creating a loud slapping sound of wet skin that echoed around them.
Akira squeezes Akechi’s waist, moaning at the burning pressure and wetness around his cock. Akechi mewls at a hard thrust and crashes forward to connect their lips.
Their kiss is as messy as the rest of them, gasps against each other’s mouths and tongues simply rubbing together. Akira’s balls are sticky with lube and cum, heavily crashing into Akechi’s ass with every thrust.
Akechi breaks away and drops his head on Akira’s chest, a broken moan spilling out of him as Akira continues to pound him. He looks up at Akira with blown out eyes, his face bouncing to the rhythm of Akira’s thrusts.
“Hmm, good ‘kira… so fucking big.”
Akechi’s eyes roll into his head when Akira’s right hand grabs his leaking dick, jerking him off and sending him into orgasm without warning. His entire body shakes and tightens up as he cums onto Akira’s stomach, Akira’s hand milking him to the very last drop.
He whines once there’s nothing left, nerves sensitive and overused as Akira continues to slam into his hole. “Fucking… fuck. Tell me how it feels, Joker.”
Akechi’s body goes half limp, weak to the pleasure and resting on Akira’s chest, his cum smearing between them.
Akira whimpers, he wants to see Akechi bounce so prettily for him again, “You feel so good, Crow… fuck. Want me to cum inside you?” Akechi keens and nods, his ass grinding in an attempt to bounce again.
Akira’s voice is breathless, “You fucking love it when I do, you wanna get bred that much Crow?” Akechi gasps and nods his head weakly and Akira grins, “Yeah? Show me how much you want it then. Come on, Crow, I know you can take it a bit longer…”
Akechi trembles as he sits back up, huffing at Akira, “You’re such an idiot… fuck.”
He scrunches his face and inhales sharply once he starts riding Akira again, broken whines escaping him as his body overworked itself for Akira.
And a few more bounces was all Akira needed to finally push himself over the edge as well. He felt absolutely intoxicated that Akechi had obliged him and he looked so fucking perfect with his flushed and sweaty body.
Akira’s hips stutter as he releases his load into Akechi, trying to draw out the orgasm and let it melt through him. Akechi gasps as the warm cum coats his insides, his ass bearing down against Akira.
He collapses back onto Akira, their breathing labored as they cling onto each other. They can feel each other’s hearts pound in their chests, the last of Akira’s cum making itself at home in Akechi with a pleased hum.
Akira’s neck and arms still fucking ache, but he just holds Akechi firmly, terrified of breaking the moment. Akechi likes to keep them plugged together for a few moments like this, feeling Akira’s cum fill him up and leak out despite their efforts.
Akira takes the chance to peek at Akechi’s blissed out face, his expression so soft and relaxed you’d think he was sleeping. It’s a sight he’ll probably remember for the rest of his life, no matter how things go with Akechi.
Just as he is about to dare and stroke Akechi’s hair, a loud sound comes crashing from the entrance to the room.
“Joker! Crow! Are you guys trying to get killed?! The friggin’ Reaper is out there! The others are trying to hold it off, put your effin’ dicks away and get moving!”
The two practically freeze in place as Ryuji barges in and yells at them, like deer in headlights. Ryuji has a very clear view of them, right where Akechi’s loose hole leaked cum and enveloped Akira’s dick.
Akechi is the first one to recover, scrambling off Akira and disconnecting from his soft cock with a schlop sound. Akira’s still kind of dazed from the sex and bondage, so he just weakly sits up with a grunt.
But his mind starts to wake up, his friends need him out there! He can do this, just needs to heal himself and he’ll be back in top shape.
Akira reaches for his mask to summon Maria and heal himself, the pain in his arms fading away to a pleasant warmth. He tucks his mess of a dick away with a grimace and fixes his pants, but there’s not much he can do about the torn open vest.
He realizes Akechi’s clothes are in even worse condition, but when he turns his head it’s like nothing ever happened to the suit. Akechi taps his foot impatiently as he waits for Akira, suit back in one piece and mask on like he hadn’t just been railed.
Huh, he’ll have to ask about that. It’ll probably be very useful in the future.
“Are you done now? Let’s go then. Where are they, Sakamoto?”
Akechi approaches Ryuji by the entrance while Akira picks up his dagger and the belt Akechi left behind.
Ryuji tries to hold back a laugh but fails, “Uh, I know what I said and all but… You got somethin’ on your mouth, Crow.”
Akira reaches them just in time to spot what Ryuji is talking about: a little smudge of cum at the corner of Akechi’s lips. Akechi probably realizes it as well and angrily wipes it off then uses Akira’s coat as a towel for his hand.
Ryuji shoots Akira a thumbs up and smiles proudly, all haste forgotten.
Akechi’s eyes drill into Ryuji with a look that could kill, “Not another fucking word, Sakamoto. Do you two want your friends to die?”
Ryuji frowns at Akechi, “Hey man, relax. The others were doing a pretty good job beating its ass, I bet they’re almost done by now. Queen just sent me over here so the whole team didn’t have to get an eyeful.”
Akechi doesn’t look pleased, his hands tightening around the grip of his sword. “Then why the fuck would you come barging in like that? Saying we’re all going to die?”
“Uh, I figured it would make you guys get up sooner? I’m happy for you two but it’s not like I wanted to watch you guys keep fucking, ya know.”
“Fuck this, I’m leaving. I need to kill something, preferably very violently.”
Akechi shoves past Ryuji and exits the room, leaving Akira alone with Ryuji. Akira puts his hands in his pockets, he can already tell where this is going.
Ryuji grins at Akira and playfully hits his shoulder, “So dude, how was it? I still can’t believe it’s Crow of all people, but I guess it kinda makes sense. You two always had this weird tension together, I thought it was just cause of the whole murder thing.”
Akira raises a hand to the back of his neck and keeps to himself that Ryuji isn’t entirely wrong, he gets way too hard every time Akechi points a gun at him.
“Well my arms don’t hurt anymore, but I like to clean him up afterwards so I’m kinda sad about that.”
Ryuji’s jaw drops open, “No friggin’ way! Oracle was right, this isn’t even the first time! How long have you two been fucking?! Don’t tell me it happened before the whole casino thing, that’d be fucked up, Joker.”
Akira tugs at his bangs and avoids eye contact, silently wishing it had started sooner, maybe he could have prevented the whole setup with just his dick. Wishful thinking.
“Ah, it was back at the start of January… Whole world was crap except for him and Violet. It kinda just kept happening?”
Ryuji’s smile is soft until his eyes widen in realization, “Wait a second, you weren’t even using the condoms I got you! Holy fuck, you gotta tell me what that feels like.”
Ryuji slings an arm around Akira and probes him for details as they head out of the room, grinning and blushing like the virgin he so clearly is. But Akira gets the chance to gush about Akechi’s ass so it’s worth it.
The Thieves are gathered in the middle of the tracks nearby, throwing everything they’ve got at the Reaper in front of them. They’re not as coordinated without Akira leading them, but it hardly matters since Akechi is viscously tearing into the figure.
The Thieves get their own hits in, and soon the Reaper is defeated without Akira or Ryuji’s help. A rush of joy floods Akira at seeing his friends work together to absolutely destroy the mysterious creature.
But with the threat gone, the Thieves all shift their attention between the two rivals, and Ryuji’s entire behavior confirms their suspicions. Akira braces himself, he was definitely not prepared for his little love affair to be revealed today, or any day really.
Futaba exits her persona and looks at Ryuji with a mischievous grin, “You ready to cough up the goods, Skull? There’s a new Featherman figure in Akihabara I’ve been dying to get.”
Ryuji keeps an arm around Akira but drops his head with a groan of complaint, “Ugh, I get it Oracle. Sorry I don’t have whatever weird senses you have for this stuff!”
Akechi storms over to Morgana and crosses his arms, “I don’t even want to know what the fuck you two are talking about. Can we get out of here already?”
The Monabus appears and Akechi climbs into the back before he has to look at another one of the Thieves faces. Yusuke rushes in to follow him and Akira moves to the driver’s seat until Ryuji stops him.
“Hey man, maybe you should just take a break for now? Don’t wanna strain your arms even more, ya know.”
Ann and Sumire giggle at the implication and get into the bus, Futaba waiting outside so there’s still space to reach the back.
Makoto speaks up before Akira can reply, “Skull’s right, Joker. I can drive us back and trade in the flowers we collected.”
And Akira has faith in his team, he knows they can handle themselves so he gives in and moves to the back. It’ll be a new experience for him, at least.
Ryuji hops in the front by Haru and Akira is left at the doors with Futaba. He hesitates, not sure if he should go all the way to the back or at least stay in the middle just in case he was urgently needed.
Futaba makes the choice for him, practically shoving him to the back with an evil chuckle and takes her seat by Ann. Akira crashes into Akechi and nearly stabs his eye out from the edges of his mask.
Akechi grunts and shoves him off to the side, leaving Akira and Yusuke on both ends of him. Yusuke seems absolutely thrilled at Akira’s appearance, already framing the two of them with his fingers.
He sounds completely awestruck, “Marvelous! Yes, you two complement each other perfectly, I can only imagine the beauty and passion when you’re both in the throes of lust!”
Yusuke stops squinting and drops his hands, his face twisting in consideration, “Ah, how I wish I had my canvas and brushes with me, even a simple sketchbook would do… Would you two be amiable to allow me to watch your next coupling? I must capture this flurry of hatred and love you both exude!”
Akechi’s incredibly still, his fists tightening slightly at his sides and Akira knows he has to act fast to save his friends.
“Fox, remember wh—“
“Paint whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care. In fact, ask Sakamoto up there for details if you really want to, he has the firsthand experience to help.”
Akira freezes in surprise, what the fuck? “Are you sure about that, Crow? Fox’s paintings can be pretty… detailed.”
Akechi closes his eyes and rests his head back, “Yes, I’m aware. I’ve seen his work before, it’s quite impressive. I told you earlier, didn’t I? I want your friends to see how depraved you are, this works perfectly.”
“Uh, so you’re actually saying Fox can watch us fuck next time? Cause I—“
Ann turns around and interrupts them, “Look, I’m happy for you two, but can you wait until after we leave to talk about this? We already spent the whole trip dealing with this, give us a break here please.”
And it’s lucky Akechi actually likes Ann, because the topic is dropped immediately and the ride back continues smoothly.
Makoto and Haru trade their gathered flowers while Ryuji pretends to drive the bus and Futaba leans over to watch. Ann and Sumire talk about their plans, and Yusuke silently studies his two newest muses.
Akechi keeps to himself for the rest of the ride, hidden away behind his mask. That doesn’t stop Akira from worshiping him with his eyes though, heart swelling at his rival simply existing next to him.
They finally reach the entrance to Mementos, exiting the Metaverse and everyone saying their goodbyes for the day.
Some of them walk the same way, like Makoto and Haru heading towards their dinner date with Morgana following closely behind. Ann invites Sumire and Futaba out to a nearby crepe shop and Ryuji waits for Yusuke to take the train together.
Yusuke is enthusiastically explaining all the ways he’d like to paint Akira and Akechi, coming up with all types of ideas. Akechi has an odd look on his face, an unreadable expression as he nods occasionally.
Sensing that Yusuke would go on forever, Akechi stops him almost politely, “Fascinating ideas, Kitagawa, but we still have an egotistical madman to deal with. I— let’s pick this back up once we fix reality.” He turns to Akira but doesn’t really meet his eyes, “Let me know when we’re going back into the palace, Kurusu.”
Akechi walks away from the trio but Akira chases him down, walking at a brisk pace to keep up with him. “Hey, something wrong? I thought we were heading to your place.”
Akechi keeps walking and his voice is tired as he speaks, “Well I’ve changed my mind, you’ll have to settle for your own hand. And don’t forget we’re running out of time until the deadline, you need to stop thinking with your dick.”
“I haven’t forgotten, I just like spending time with you Akechi.”
Akechi stops in his tracks and looks at Akira’s face, scrutinizing him with a glare before turning away with a blush.
“You’re a foolish idiot, Kurusu. Now leave me alone or you’re never getting your dick near me again.”
Akira wants to protest and follow him, but he has the sneaking suspicion that Akechi is being serious. And as much as he loved screwing around with Akechi, he didn’t want to risk losing him again in any shape or form.
So he watches Akechi walk away until he’s out of sight, his hands shoved in his coat and breath puffing in front of him from the cold. He walks back towards where Ryuji and Yusuke were but they’ve gone too.
It feels strangely lonely, standing by the station stairs alone and with no more plans for the day. He shakes the feeling away, he’s not alone in this reality. Never really was, thanks to Akechi and Sumire.
He gets on the train back to Yongen-Jaya and looks at his wrists, skin clear of any marks or indents. But it’s like he can feel the phantom sensation of the belt biting into his flesh, so similar yet different from handcuffs.
Akira digs in his pocket and searches for the short piece of leather, hoping it survived the return back. And to his surprise, there’s actually something next to Akechi’s black glove he still carries around.
He pulls it out, the black short belt taunting him and a shiver coursing through him from the memory of earlier. It’s probably just a side effect of the merging reality, Akira wouldn’t be surprised if it disappeared when this was all over.
But at least the lone glove would never fade from existence, a constant reminder of the promise between them.
The train stops and Akira gets off, thinking that maybe he can just steal one of Akechi’s actual belts once they go back to their reality. There’s plenty of things he’d want to try on Akechi in return, tying him up and dishing out the punishment.
Akira smiles to himself as he enters Leblanc, daydreaming about all the ways he could unravel Akechi once there were no more evil gods to defeat. And besides, he also had Yusuke’s paintings to look forward to.
All they had to do was change Maruki’s heart, so it was just business as usual.