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It wasn’t the first time Akira had accidentally been left behind by the rest of the Phantom Thieves. This never happened in Palaces, of course, but Mementos was a different story. Morgana’s driving was so awful, so erratic and fast, they’d all fallen out of him at least once or twice. Really, it was an uncomfortably common occurrence. The cat needed to grow some seatbelts, but he was more invested in fighting shadows and changing hearts than implementing road safety measures. Which considering their group’s purpose, was good, but it also meant that Akira had fallen out and been left behind.
He was used to it. It had happened before, but what hadn’t happened before was the train that was currently stopped in front of him.
And sure, trains were even more common in Mementos than lost Phantom Thieves, but a train that was stopped at a station platform wasn’t common at all. Mementos obviously was a train station, but Akira had only ever seen the trains racing through. Not sitting there, doors wide open, waiting for people to board.
Waiting for him to board.
It looked like a trap, it probably was a trap, but Akira was curious. He wanted to know more, to investigate.
To see where stepping on the train would take him.
Besides, it wasn’t like he was truly alone. The rest of the Phantom Thieves may have driven off, but he still had his persona with him.
He still had Arsène.
Feeling confident and untouchable, Akira stepped onto the train and peered around. It was empty and silent inside, but that didn’t stop a shiver from running down his spine.
And it didn’t stop the train from giving a much louder shiver of its own.
The sudden rumbling under his feet made Akira spin around. He reached out, trying to stop the train doors from closing, but he was just a second too late. The lights in Mementos flickered and the train began to move, carrying Akira off with it. Well, it would carry him off if he let it, but he’d done far more dangerous things than jump from a moving train before.
Well, he was pretty sure he had.
Akira stepped up to the door and wiggled all ten of his fingers into the rubber seam, getting a good grip before he yanked to the right as hard as he could. The door didn’t budge, it didn’t even make a sound.
But something else did.
The train car had definitely been empty when Akira entered it, but the noise coming from behind him was suddenly and unmistakably that of a large crowd. One moment there was silence and the next the air was full of muttering, making it sound like he was on any other busy train going through Tokyo.
The hairs on his arms stood on end.
Swallowing his nerves, Akira turned to try and investigate, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He should have been startled, he probably should have screamed, but the hand felt too familiar. It felt like his own hand…just larger, and with far sharper fingers.
Arsène.
He hadn’t intentionally called his persona, he hadn’t even taken his mask off, but he must have been more unnerved than he realized. Because Arsène had somehow come out on his own, and he was now leaning quite heavily on Akira’s back, pressing him against the doors he’d just been trying to pry open.
The muttering around him grew even louder.
Akira tried to turn again, to silently will Arsène to release his hold on him, but his persona just held him harder, just pressed him even more firmly against the doors in front of him. In this position, Akira had no choice but to look outside, to watch as Mementos raced by in a flurry of colors. He could see the tracks that Morgana usually drove over. The train seemed to be riding them now as well, which was odd. They’d never encountered a train outside of the platform areas before. The only thing they normally found on these tracks were shadows. Turning his head to get a better look outside, Akira finally managed to get a glimpse of the source of the commotion around him.
The shadows weren’t just outside the train.
They were inside of it too.
And there were a lot of them.
He still couldn’t see directly behind him, but if he focused his eyes just right, he could catch a glimpse through the train window’s reflection. He could see Arsène, towering behind him, entirely focused on Akira himself, but he could also see a row of seats. Seats that were full of shadows, all peering at him as they whispered things to each other that he couldn’t make out.
And it wasn’t only shadows.
Catching sight of a person at the far end of the row, Akira gasped, his hands clenching into determined fists. They were slouched in their seat, looking like they didn’t have a care in the world. The area around their legs was shrouded in inky black that moved like smoke as they watched him with glowing, yellow eyes.
It was someone’s heart, one of the ones the Phantom Thieves had come into Mementos to change.
“Arsène!” Akira called his persona to battle, ready to handle these shadows and the target even without his team, but Arsène didn’t jump to attention. He didn’t put himself between Akira and the person’s heart, between him and the shadows.
He stayed firmly behind him, not moving except to tighten his hold on Akira’s shoulder.
“Listen to me-” Akira demanded, only to cut himself off when Arsène finally did something. Only, it wasn’t what Akira expected.
And it certainly wasn’t what he’d commanded.
Arsène’s grip on his shoulder pulled back just enough for him to get a grip on Akira’s cape instead, sinking his sharp claws into the fabric before he roughly tore it from his shoulders. Akira gasped and toppled backwards along with the fabric, but Arsène’s bulk prevented him from falling, and so did Arsène’s hands as they returned to his body.
They grabbed onto his shirt this time, a few claws from each hand wiggling down under the collar on each side. Akira tried to move away, to fight them, but they kept him pinned in place, gently scratching against the skin of his neck. The feeling sent involuntary shivers through his entire body. Akira only had a few seconds to shake them off before Arsène’s hands tightened and tugged, ripping Akira’s shirt right down the middle and off his body.
Leaving him naked from the waist up.
Well, naked except for his red gloves, but those did nothing to stop Akira from feeling exposed. He reached said gloved hands up to cover his chest, only for Arsène to grab onto both of his wrists and press them to the door above his head. He pinned Akira effortlessly, leaning his full weight against the wrists and the rest of Akira’s body for a long moment. It made it hard to breathe, hard to think. It made Akira gasp when the weight lifted slightly, Arsène leaning back as he shifted both of Akira’s wrists to one hand while the other moved down.
Moved down to hover over Akira’s now exposed breasts.
Akira’s chest wasn’t large enough to warrant a binder, but up until he became a Phantom Thief, he’d worn one anyway. But fighting shadows with his torso so restricted, with his lungs just as compressed as Arsène had just made them feel, had been more than a little uncomfortable. Akira had always been a practical guy, so he’d chosen to go without it. But that didn’t mean he wanted his nipples peeking through his shirts or rubbing against the rough material.
So he’d covered them with band-aids instead.
Band-aids that Arsène was now slowly peeling off, one at a time; the tips of his claws catching just slightly against Akira’s sensitive nipples. He groaned at the feeling, his toes curling in his pointy boots. His breasts might not be large, but they’d always been sensitive. A little too sensitive. Arsène’s claw deliberately scraped against his nipple again, this time harder. Akira cried out at the feeling and pressed his chest forward for more, but Arsène held him fast, ignoring his pathetic attempts.
Just like he’d ignored Akira’s attempts to get away.
Once the band-aids were off, Arsène threw them to the ground. Akira had a single second to worry about littering before Arsène pressed forward and pushed Akira’s now completely uncovered chest against the train door’s double windows. While his face was smashed against the hard plastic and rubber of the door seal, each of his now exposed tits was pushed firmly against the glass of its own window.
Framing them each like a picture.
Akira groaned at the cold sensation. He groaned at the feeling of the train’s vibrations on his sensitive buds. He groaned at the thought of anyone seeing him like this, of his friends seeing him like this.
Though he wasn’t sure if that groan was from embarrassment or pleasure.
Either way, his underwear were becoming uncomfortably damp, and with his restrained hands, there was nothing he could do about it.
But there was plenty that Arsène could do.
Akira jolted as he felt Arsène unbutton the front of his pants with a single hand, then pull down the zipper. His long, pointy fingers expertly handled the tiny fastenings, almost like it was something he was made to do. It had Akira wondering what other small, and sensitive things Arsène was made to touch.
He gulped.
But Arsène didn’t linger at Akira’s front, instead moving around to the back to stick his hand down there, his sharp fingertips grazing Akira’s ass cheeks before he sharply tugged, pulling Akira’s boxers and pants down to pool at his feet, leaving him trapped.
Leaving him even more exposed.
A few soft chuckles joined the mutters and murmurs around him, making Akira flush. The shadows weren’t really a problem, there were a few of them he’d practically seen naked as well, but the target’s heart that was riding this train was another story. Would the person it belonged to have any memory of this? What if these events showed up in their dreams? None of the previous targets had remembered anything that happened in their palaces or Mementos, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t. He’d have to hope that this case would be like all the others.
Because this was something he certainly wasn’t going to forget.
Especially not with the size of the bulge that was now pressing against the small of his back and the top of his ass. He’d never even realized that Arsène had genitals before, though he supposed he’d never checked either. Or thought to ask. Despite the situation, he felt the bizarre urge to pout. Why was it that his persona had a dick, but not him? How was that fair? Though, with the way Arsène was slowly pushing his thighs apart, Akira figured that didn’t really matter.
He was about to get to use Arsène’s cock anyway.
Whether he wanted to or not.
Arsène used his large hands to push Akira’s legs further apart, and Akira nearly fell over, almost tilting to the side thanks to the way his feet were still trapped in his pants. He found his balance at the last second, scowling at Arsène in the window’s reflection. He didn’t really want to assist his persona in whatever this was, but falling over and getting fucked on a dirty train floor would be even more embarrassing than being fucked against the windows. Trusting Arsène’s grip on his wrists to hold him up, Akira tugged his right foot out of its shoe, pulling it free of his boxers and his pants before he set it back on the train floor. He then let his legs spread wider. It left his glistening folds exposed and he shivered at the feel of the air against his overheated damp skin.
And then he jumped as something far warmer touched him instead.
“Hold on!” Akira yelled, but Arsène seemed to only want to listen to him in a battle, not on some weird train traveling through Mementos. So he didn’t hold on, he didn’t even pause. Instead, Arsène rubbed the head of his cock over Akira’s soaked folds once, twice, three times before he pulled back and then pushed forward, plunging all the way inside with a single thrust.
"Gah!" he cried out loudly, not even bothering to be discreet. It wasn’t like the shadows didn’t know what they were doing, if they even knew what sex was. Akira panted, trying his best to relax his tense, straining muscles. Arsène’s cock felt massive inside of him, both due to the actual size of it and the lack of preparation. But he was grateful that Arsène hadn’t bothered to toy with his pussy beforehand. Sure, it made for a tight fit, but it also saved him from feeling his persona’s large, sharp claws inside his most delicate, sensitive place.
Especially since it seemed Arsène didn’t seem to understand just how delicate and sensitive it was.
Arsène pulled out to the tip and pushed back in with enough force to slam Akira into the train door. The motion left Akira breathless, and so did Arsène’s next words. Some of the only words Akira had ever heard him say.
“I am thou, thou art I.”
Not giving Akira time to respond to that, or to consider whether this was rape, sex, or some bizzare form of brutal masturbation, Arsène jerked his hips back and set a brutal rhythm, fucking into Akira deep and fast as the grip on his wrists grew even tighter.
As he was pressed against the train door even harder.
"Damn it," Akira groaned, his body going loose as the pleasure, and Arsène’s tight grip, forced him to finally give in to what was happening. The fight left him more and more with every thrust Arsène pressed deep inside of him, with every tug out that dragged over his sweet spot. His nipples twitched from the cold of the glass they were pressed to, the surface somehow not getting any warmer despite the friction of Akira’s tits rubbing against it. And with every press of Arsène against his back, every push deeper inside of him, Akira’s hard, aching clit rubbed just right against the door’s rubber seam.
Akira couldn’t look down, but he wondered if his fluids were visible there, smeared over the dark, soft plastic. He wondered if the shadows around and behind him could see the liquid he couldn’t. If they could see where he and Arsène were connected.
"No," Akira whimpered.
With his face pressed so firmly against the doors, Akira could do nothing but watch Mementos pass by while Arsène fucked into him, hitting his sweet spot on every upward thrust. The tracks blurred in front of him and the twists and turns of the dungeon outside added a haziness to his already pleasure fogged brain. He could still hear the muttering of the shadows around him, he could hear Arsène’s pants behind him, and he could see the dark tunnels outside.
But it all melded together.
Until it suddenly didn’t.
"There!" Akira gasped at a particularly hard and well aimed thrust, his fingers scrabbling against the hard plastic and metal beneath them. He blinked a few times, only to focus on the tunnel outside a little more clearly. They were heading towards a fork in the path. To the right were just more endless tunnels, and on the left was a dead end.
A dead end that contained his friends and a shadow they were fighting.
The train raced towards them as Akira resumed his struggles against his own persona, as he continued to be pleasured by him. His friend's backs were to him, but all they had to do was turn around, to face the train and then when it moved down the left tunnel, they’d have the perfect view of Akira. They’d see everything.
His nipples, hard and pebbled as his small breasts pressed against the cold train windows.
His face, flushed and lips parted, moaning around every breath he took.
And Arsène behind him, pushed right up against him with his cock buried deep inside.
All they had to do was turn around.
Right.
Now.
The train took the left path, turning slightly and giving his friends the perfect view of him if they chose to look. They didn’t, continuing to fight the shadow in front of them, but that didn’t stop Akira from imagining it. That didn’t stop Arsène from pounding deep inside of him, bulging his stomach out to hit the train door with every thrust. If they had turned, they would have seen that too.
They didn’t.
But that didn’t stop Akira from cumming at the thought of it.
He shouted as he clenched down around Arsène’s cock, squirting around him so intensely that his vision went dark for a moment.
Or maybe they’d just gone through a particularly dark part of the tunnel.
It didn’t matter. What did matter was the pleasure racing through him, and the harsh pumping of Arsène’s cock against his backside as he orgasmed as well, filling Akira to the brim and bulging his stomach out even further.
Akira wondered for a moment if he could get pregnant from his own persona.
Probably not.
Shaking off a bizarre feeling of disappointment, Akira pushed backwards against Arsène, hoping his persona would get the message and move away from him, that he would pull out. But Arsène just pressed closer, pushing Akira against the train door even more forcefully as his cock pressed deeper inside. Arsène wasn’t getting soft, but he also wasn’t thrusting, just resting inside Akira’s warm, cum filled pussy like he had no intentions of ever leaving. Of ever letting Akira go.
Luckily, or unluckily, for him, the train had other ideas.
It rounded another corner and Akira’s eyes widened at the view from out the window. Somehow, they’d circled back to where they’d just come from, back to the fork in the tunnels. Back to where his friends had been fighting the shadow.
They weren’t fighting it anymore.
Akira could only watch as the train barreled towards the rest of the Phantom Thieves, getting closer and closer to the alcove they were still standing in; only this time, they were facing towards him. This time, he could see the shock in their eyes.
The shock in their eyes at seeing him.
All of him.
Akira had a single moment to register the heat rising to his face and rushing towards his groin before the presence at his back and inside him suddenly disappeared, the doors in front of him sliding open.
Sending a very naked and very wet Akira to the ground at his team’s feet.