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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Kurusu_Akira/Sakamoto_Ryuji, Persona_5_Protagonist/Sakamoto_Ryuji, Kurusu
      Akira_&_Sakamoto_Ryuji
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira, Persona_5_Protagonist, Sakamoto_Ryuji, Kitagawa_Yusuke,
      Takamaki_Ann, Sakura_Futaba, Niijima_Makoto, Morgana_(Persona_5)
  Additional Tags:
      Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Begging,
      inappropriate_use_of_neckerchiefs, that's_a_new_one, let_ryuji_say_fuck,
      Light_Bondage, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-20 Words: 2592
****** A Funny Way of Saying "I Love You" ******
by headofmarimo
Summary
     A mishap during a mission in Mementos causes Ryuji and Akira to
     become separated from the rest of their team.
Notes
     My only excuse for writing gratuitous amounts of porn is that I get
     more flustered writing fluff than smut. Someday though... when my
     Guts are at a sufficient level. Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading
     this! (Also thanks Archive for messing up my title formatting -_-)
See the end of the work for more notes
"So..."
"Yeah,"
"Well, that just happened."
But this wasn’t supposed to happen.
A trip to Mementos with the whole team at the request of taking down an abusive
boyfriend. A treasure chest spotted in an otherwise empty room after ramming
open a closed door. Ryuji going with Akira out of the van to open the chest as
the rest of the team hung back and waited. The entire room suddenly beginning
to rumble followed by a thunderous crash as the roof collapsed. Ryuji shouting
at him and shoving him out of the way of the falling concrete...
Akira found his gaze caught between Ryuji's dumbfounded expression and the
gigantic pile of rubble that towered over him, blocking their only exit. Bits
of debris from the broken concrete crumbled down the side of the pile, and the
dust that swarmed up due to the sudden cave-in was beginning to slowly settle.
A few moments passed, and as the two of them began to grasp the situation at
hand, Ryuji's expression switched from confusion to anger.
"God damn it! How the hell are we supposed to get out like this?!" Ryuji
shouted as he walked towards the pile and pounded his fist on a slab of
concrete that jutted out from the rubble in frustration, causing it to break
apart.
Getting trapped several floors underground in the labyrinth of Mementos with no
clear exit in sight was definitely not what Akira was prepared for. From the
looks of it, even if they both worked together, it would take at least a few
hours to clear out a path in the concrete, and considering that there was
nothing preventing the rest of the debris from caving in on them as they dug a
pathway, it would also be rather risky. Without a nearby saferoom, using the
Navigation app to warp back to reality was also out of the question.
Talk about a shitty situation.
Akira started to take mental notes on cracks or openings in the concrete,
trying to find a potential starting point for a way out.
"Hey,"
Ryuji's voice snapped Akira out of his train of thought and Akira turned to
look at him. He seemed to have calmed down, but he definitely still had
something that was bothering him judging by the troubled look on his face.
"Do you think... that the others also managed to get out of the way in time? I
mean, you don't think that they..."
Oh.
It was definitely a possibility, the rest of their teammates, their friends,
getting caught underneath the falling roof and getting crushed to death like
bugs. But at the same time, Akira knew them well enough to also understand they
were much tougher than that.
Akira shook his head, "Come on Skull, you know that something like this won't
be enough to kill the Phantom Thieves."
"Yeah...yeah, I guess you're right," 
The tension in Ryuji seemed to have eased from his assurance, and he grinned as
he walked towards Akira, stopping to stand beside him and clapping him on the
back. "I mean, we're still alive, after all."
Skull, no, Ryuji. His closest friend who risked his own life to save him, still
alive and breathing. When Akira opened his eyes again after the fall he
expected the worst to be in store for him, but the fact that Ryuji also managed
to get himself out of the way in time, that he was still with him...
"Skull,"
"What's up?"
"Thank you for saving me back there." 
“Hey, don't sweat it! Can't have my best bro dying on me, after all!" beamed
Ryuji. 
Akira hesitated, trying to think about what to say in response Ryuji's
statement.
He says that, but what about the other way around?
It's true Ryuji's saved him several times during their adventures as Phantom
Thieves, distracting shadows so they could successfully pull off a theft and
pushing Akira out of the way from fatal attacks, but at the same time it was
Ryuji's sheer recklessness during these times that would be the death of Akira.
Those times when Ryuji would take the full impact of a devastating attack for
him and collapse, unmoving, terrified him more than any enemy ever could. What
if the medicine wouldn't be enough to revive him this time? What if the damage
inflicted would put Ryuji out of running permanently? What if Ryuji would never
come back? The others had also risked their own well-being for him, and the
same fear of them never waking up again also raced through his mind during
these instances, but Ryuji did it so often that Akira's worries of him dying
him were increased tenfold. Ryuji's unfaltering dedication absolutely scared
him.
"Would you stop that," Akira responded bitterly, and he could tell that his
reply caught Ryuji off-guard.
"Uh, stop what?"
"Acting like there's no problem."
"I mean, it's no big deal,"
"It is a big deal,"
Ryuji removed his hand from Akira's back and Akira turned to directly face him,
an unfamiliar feeling bubbling up inside of him. He couldn't tell if it was
anger, worry, or something else entirely, but whatever it was it was directed
at Ryuji and Ryuji only.
"I don't want you risking your life for me even if it looks like I'm in
trouble. I don't need you to take care of me. I can take care of myself."
"Huh? The hell's that supposed to mean?" growled Ryuji, anger bleeding through
his words as he raised his voice. "You think I'm just gonna stand and watch
whenever you look like you're about to get a smack down? Eff that! I'm not
gonna let that happen to you!"
"Stop trying to act like a hero! Why don't you take care of yourself before
taking care of me?" Akira shot back, exasperated.
"Gee, I don't know, maybe it's because I really care about you, you dumbass!"
yelled Ryuji.
They both fell completely silent at that, staring at each other for a few
moments that felt like an eternity. Finally, Ryuji coughed to break the silence
and turned away, avoiding Akira's gaze.
"So, um, anyways," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head as he pretended
to be fervently gazing at the pile of rubble. "If the others are okay, then
hopefully that means they're also working on a way to get us out, so we should
work on figuring something out too and-"
"Skull,"
"Damn it, Joker, what-"
Ryuji's cut off mid-sentence as Akira suddenly grabbed him by the arm, pulled
him back, and crushed his lips against his own. A surprised moan escaped
Ryuji's lips and even though he'd managed to grip onto Akira's shoulders he
didn’t make any attempts to push him away. It was all so sudden that it was
making his head reel and he couldn't think straight. They continued to kiss
before finally Akira pulled himself off of Ryuji's mouth.
"I also really care about you, Ryuji." murmured Akira, tongue swiping over his
lips as his grey eyes gazed intently at Ryuji’s flushed face that was partially
visible beneath his mask. "Which is why I can't stand the thought of losing
you. Yet you still insist on being so reckless." His gloved hands moved up from
Ryuji's arms to his neckerchief, tracing the fabric before untying it and
grasping it in one hand. He used his other hand to gently push Ryuji backwards,
guiding him until his back hit one of the room's supporting pillars "Hands
above your head."
Ryuji, still in a daze, did as he was told. Akira tied the neckerchief around
his wrists and around the pillar, which was thankfully slender yet sturdy
enough for his needs (lest the roof collapse on them again). When he was done
tying, he lifted Ryuji’s mask so that it rested above his face, fully revealing
Ryuji’s dazed yet aroused expression.
It wasn't until after his mask was removed that Ryuji finally seemed to snap
out of his trance. "Joker, I, Wha-" he spluttered, faced now flushed a deep
shade of red at his new situation but not making any attempts to struggle out
of it.
"So I was thinking, that if you're going to keep defying orders from your
leader," Akira leaned in close to Ryuji, one hand pressed against Ryuji's chest
as the other one trailed doward. When he reached Ryuji's crotch he slowly
grinded his palm down onto the already straining bulge he could feel, causing
Ryuji to let out a needy whimper. "Then you need proper punishment."
"W-wait, the others could see us!"
"Then you better finish quickly," replied Akira, increasing his hand's tempo
ever so slightly and causing a loud moan to escape Ryuji.
Akira unzipped the front of Ryuji's pants, slightly pulling them down until
Ryuji's cock sprung free. He wrapped one gloved hand around his cock, smooth
leather cool against the heated skin, and gave it a firm stroke that caused
Ryuji to let out a whine. A few more firm, unhurried strokes and Ryuji was a
moaning mess, hips pushing forward desperately as Akira refused to move his
hand any faster than the tortuously teasing pace he had set. When Ryuji looked
like he was about to start sobbing, Akira finally showed some mercy and sped up
the tempo.
"Joker-Akira, oh fuck, please, please-"
Shit. Akira was having trouble keeping his own cool. The sight of Ryuji like
this, mouth parted and occasionally biting on to his lower lip with dark brown
eyes fully blown with lust, straining against his own neckerchief that was
holding him back as his thrusts into Akira’s hand grew more and more erratic
and-
Ryuji let out a desperate whimper when Akira tightened his grip at the base of
his cock, the verge of his release interrupted.
“Ah, ah! Fuck! What the hell, man?” he whined as he tried to roll his hips into
Akira’s grip, seeking more of that delicious friction from before.
“Oh, I don’t know. It just didn’t seem like you deserved to come.” replied
Akira, a wicked smirk on his face. As much as he wanted Ryuji to feel good,
seeing Ryuji completely lost in lust and frustration almost made him want to
keep him like that for much, much longer. Unfortunately, they just didn’t have
that kind of time.
He could feel Ryuji’s cock twitching in his hand, precum steadily leaking from
the head and dribbling down his glove, and Akira could tell Ryuji was so hard
that it probably almost hurt.
“S-so what? You want me to beg for it? What do you want me to do?” Ryuji
hissed.
“How about you make a promise with me?”
“A-ahhhh – promise?”
“Promise me that you’ll actually listen to my orders from now on.”
“Seriously? What are you playing at-?” Ryuji choked out another loud moan at
the feeling of Akira slowly circling his thumb around the head of his cock,
spreading around the growing wetness.
“Do you promise?”
“I, I-“
A rough swipe of his thumb across the slit, and Ryuji finally snapped.
“Yes! I’ll do it! Akira, please let me come! I need it!” sobbed Ryuji.
Akira placed his free hand under Ryuji’s chin, tilting his head up and giving
him another kiss. This one gentler, more tender. “Alright then,” he murmured
after breaking off, resuming his movement again and giving Ryuji’s cock hard,
fast strokes.
“Akira, Akira! Oh god, I’m gonna-!” Ryuji’s hips suddenly snapped forward as he
moaned, back arching off the pillar and cum shooting all over Akira’s gloved
hand and the floor as he came. Akira stroked him through the spasms, and after
Ryuji collapsed back into his bonds, completely spent, Akira gently took his
cock and placed it back into his pants. His own cock may have been straining
the front of his pants, but he could take care of that later. Akira then untied
the neckerchief from the pillar, supporting a now freed and exhausted Ryuji
from falling onto the floor while taking caution not to get any cum on their
outfits.
After a few moments he felt Ryuji stir in his arms. “You jackass”, Ryuji
muttered as he tightened his grip around Akira’s arms, not making any effort to
pull away from Akira’s embrace. “If that wasn’t so good I would’ve socked you
in the gut.”
“Er, right, sorry. I guess I just really wanted to try edging.” said Akira, and
he heard Ryuji weakly chuckle.
“The hell, man? That’s the best excuse you got?”
“Well, it also got you to agree to stop being so damn reckless all the time.”
Ryuji chuckled again, and Akira almost wished the moment could last forever
when a near-deafening crash resounded throughout the room followed by large
chunks of concrete spraying the ground on his left.
The two quickly untangled themselves from each other and jumped back from the
explosion, glaring apprehensively at the gaping hole that was now made in the
wall as they waited for either their friends or a powerful shadow to emerge.
“Hey, Skull, Joker! Are you guys okay?”
At the sound of Morgana’s voice, the tension was immediately gone. Sure enough,
the familiar van that was Morgana drove in from the hole and stopped beside
them. Before the doors opened and the rest of their teammates stepped out,
Akira hastily pulled off his messy glove and shoved it into his pocket along
with the rumpled neckerchief.
“Thank goodness you guys are alive! We couldn’t find a good way to get rid of
all that rubble, so the best idea we had was to find a self-destructing shadow
and set it off near the room.” explained Ann.
“More importantly though, did any of you guys get hurt?” asked Makoto, clearly
relieved to not see any visible injuries but then fixing her gaze on Akira’s
bare hand. “What happened to your other glove, Joker?”
“It must’ve gotten ripped off when the roof caved in, but other than that we’re
fine.” interjected Ryuji. He spoke a little too quickly, but if Makoto noticed,
she chose to ignore it. Her gaze then darted to the exposed skin around Ryuji’s
neck, but she thankfully didn’t point out the absence of the neckerchief.
“Well, I’m just glad that’s the worst of it. Come on, we should go now that we
know you’re safe.”
“Agreed, lingering here any longer would prove to be unwise should any more of
the roof collapse.” commented Yusuke.
As they headed back to the van, Ryuji was halted by Akira’s hand on his
shoulder. Akira leaned in, lips almost brushing against Ryuji’s ear, and
whispered, “That was so much fun. We should do it again sometime, only next
time you can think of it as a reward instead.” Akira leaned away, a small smirk
on his face, and leapt into the van in one smooth motion.
Ryuji stood there, processing Akira’s words as he felt the blood rush to his
face yet again. “Damn it”, he cursed under his breath before striding to catch
up and climbing into the van himself.
* * *
“Told you they were doing it.” Said Futuba smugly. She was sitting at the back
of the van with Makoto and Yusuke. Futaba held out her hand expectantly towards
Makoto. “You owe me a thousand yen.”
Makoto sighed and dug her own hand into her pocket, fishing out the coins
before placing it in Futaba’s palm. Meanwhile, at the front of the van, Ryuji
spat out his Dr. Salt NEO and Akira nearly swerved Morgana headlong into a
buffer stop.
 
End Notes
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