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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Kurusu_Akira/Mishima_Yuuki
  Character:
      Mishima_Yuuki, Kurusu_Akira, Phantom_Thieves_(Mentioned)
  Additional Tags:
      Rent_Boy!Mishima, Prostitution, Underage_Sex, Illegal_Activities,
      Exploitation_of_A_Minor, Akira_just_wants_to_get_off, Just_so_happens
      Mishima_needs_the_cash, One-sided_pining
  Series:
      Part 1 of Making_Ends_Meet
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-24 Words: 2700
****** Going Above And Beyond ******
by FoxyPrincess
Summary
     Akira has had a... frustrating shift at The Crossroads. What better
     way to unwind but to help a friend in need?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Akira stood outside The Crossroads and breathed deeply. It had been a long and
stressful shift, but oddly enough it had not been due to the overwhelming
number of customers that flocked into the stuffy little bar that Friday night.
Lala-chan was very good at helping him keep the patrons drunk and happy, so no
matter how many poured in, he never felt abandoned.
No, the blame for his mounting frustration (and now mounting headache) fell on
a particularly attractive young lady who had spent most of the night flashing
her cleavage and running her cherry red nails down his arm as she ordered drink
after drink. She had come in early in the evening and insisted he give her his
full attention. Honestly, though, she hadn’t had to ask. Akira’s eyes were on
her the minute he spotted her. It was her hair at first. It was a stark red and
curled gently around her round face and petite shoulders. From there he
couldn’t stop himself from noticing the low V-shape of her tawny dress and the
way her perky breasts pressed softly together therein. Continuing their
downward trail, his eyes scanned over the glossy belt wrapped snugly around her
waist and the swell of her hips against the tight fabric of her dress. Her legs
were long and toned, and he imagined briefly what it would feel like to have
them wrapped around his bare torso.
The thought had been enough to get him embarrassingly hard, and he had stayed
at least semi so the whole night. He was still overheated and uncomfortable
from the whole experience, and he really didn’t want to explain his slightly
disheveled state to Sojiro. He sighed again and began walking in no particular
direction, wiping the sweat from beneath his bangs. The lights and sounds of
Shinjuku filled his senses as he made his way through the crowds of inebriated
passerby and overly-friendly men and women alike. That’s when another rather
lewd thought occurred to him. Perhaps he could take advantage of his
surroundings to rid himself of this tension that had settled low in his gut.
His cheeks flushed slightly as he genuinely began piecing together a backstory
that would make him seem older, and he realized how unlikely that plan was to
work. He was clearly still a high school student, and there was no way anyone
in their right mind would sleep with someone underage, no matter how much he
offered to pay.
A shout pulled Akira from his debauched line of thought. He glanced in the
direction the raised voice was coming from and spotted a familiar face being
accosted by a stranger. On the other side of the street, Mishima Yuuki was
standing at the mouth of an alleyway trying desperately to quiet the man in
front of him. Akira couldn’t hear exactly what they were arguing about, but he
was absolutely not leaving Mishima to deal with it alone. The boy had never
been good at dealing with confrontations, so things would likely get out of
hand if no one intervened.
Akira crossed the street and slowly approached from behind Mishima, making sure
the other man could see him coming. That was when he began to understand the
nature of the disagreement; he could scarcely believe his ears.
“There is no way that was worth four thousand! That was the shittiest head I’ve
ever gotten in my life! I told you, I’d give you a thousand, and that’s it!”
The man was practically on top of Mishima as he shouted.
“I can’t take just a thousand! I’ll never make rent with that! I told you what
the price was and that I was inexperienced. You said it just made me more
appealing! That’s your fault; not mine! Now, please stop shouting!”
Akira flushed. He would never have imagined in his wildest fantasy that the
reason Mishima hung around Shinjuku this time of night was to solicit sex.
Certainly, he had thought to ask him about it before, but he had figured it
really wasn’t any of his business. After all, Mishima had never questioned him
as to why he slummed it in a bar with some older woman practically every
weekend.
“I swear to God, kid-“ the other man grabbed the front of Mishima’s sweater,
and Akira figured this was as far as things needed to escalate.
“Hey, man. Take it easy. What’s the issue?” Akira finally piped up, taking the
last few steps towards the two. Mishima slowly turned to face him, and
immediately the blood drained from his face then rushed back with twice the
force.
“A-Akira?! Wh-what are you-?” In the confusion, the man Mishima had been
arguing with quickly released him and fled into the crowd. He cursed loudly and
covered his face with his hands.
“Please… Just tell me you didn’t hear literally any of that, Kurusu,” he
mumbled pitifuly.
Akira considered his options. He could say he only heard vague shouting and
came to help, which would only be a partial lie. Option two would be saying
that he heard and is willing to ignore it (or of course help get Mishima out of
this mess if he wanted). However, after the night he had had, Akira was in the
mood to be a little bold.
“I could cover what he didn’t pay, if you’d like.” Akira paused. “Of course,
I’d need to know your service fees for that.”
The smaller boy froze. After a moment, he lowered his hands and eyed Akira
skeptically. He smirked back coyly.
“I, um, ch-charged him four thousand yen.” Akira’s eyebrow rose slightly,
urging him on. “F-for oral. Anything… more than that would’ve been at least
seventy-five hundred.”
Akira was pretty sure his perceptiveness would eventually be the death of him.
He just couldn’t help but to take advantage of the fact that Mishima couldn’t
meet his eyes. He followed the rose-petal blush that had spread across his
cheeks and nose as it crept its way down his jawline and neck towards the
stretched out collar of his too-big sweater. While he would rather have seen
all the other places that pinkness stretched to, Akira quickly found himself
just as enraptured by the way Mishima’s sweater hung loosely from his
shoulders. It practically swallowed him with the ends of the sleeves coming
down enough to touch his knuckles and the hem hanging far below the waist of
his jeans. Akira stepped just slightly closer as he took in the much tighter,
dark jeans that clung to the other boy’s thin legs and the nearly signature
green sneakers just inches now from his own feet. Realizing the proximity
change, Mishima looked up at Akira and flashed a small, unsure smile.
Akira dug in his pocket for a moment and produced his wallet from which he
pulled out four thousand yen. He handed the bills to the smaller boy, who again
looked away bashfully.
“You really don’t have to give me this, you know? It’s not your fault he didn’t
pay,” the blue haired teen muttered. Akira just smiled as he pulled another
seventy-five hundred yen from his wallet. Mishima was stunned to silence as the
taller boy lifted his sweater and stuck the bills in his pocket.
“That’s why you always get the cash first, Yuuki.”
Akira smiled calmly as he waited for the other to regain his senses. Once he
finally did, he grabbed Akira by the hand and began walking. The two boys
headed down one back alley and then another until the bustle of Shinjuku faded
into background noise. Neither of them spoke until they came to a dead end.
Akira was rather concerned at the state of the place. There was nothing there
but grimy brick walls and a dumpster. The worry must have been apparent on his
face when he turned to Mishima.
“It’s… through here.” He opened the door to a long abandoned building and
gestured for Akira to follow. As he stepped through the door, he realized the
building had no roof. From what he could tell, someone had turned it into
somewhat of a garden. The floor was gone and in its place were ferns, grass,
and flowers. In the middle was a small bird bath, and a little stone bench was
nestled in a back corner. It was actually rather nice.
“I like it because it was illegal. ‘Vandals’ did this. They took something old
and broken and made it beautiful. It’s kinda like the Phantom Thieves, you
know? Breaking the rules to better society? I know it’s a little childish,
but…” Mishima trailed off. He began fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.
“We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Mishima. I don’t
want you to think I’d be angry at you if you decide not to do this,” Akira
stated, approaching Mishima once again. Suddenly, the shorter boy squared his
shoulders and looked Akira dead in the eye.
“No, you have always been there to save me from my own cowardice, so I’m going
to do this for you. I’m sick of not having anything to offer you! Plus,” he
paused, becoming unsure once again, “I’ve always kind of wanted to sleep with
you anyway…”
Akira couldn’t say he was shocked, exactly. Mishima had never been particularly
subtle with his crush on the dark haired boy. Instead of lingering on that
last, rather unnecessary comment, Akira persisted.
“Well, then let’s sit down, and start with something small. We’ll work up to
whatever you’re comfortable with, alright?” The smaller boy nodded vigorously
and made his way to sit on the bench. Akira sat beside him and gently tucked a
stray hair behind his ear. Slowly, he leaned in to place a small, delicate kiss
on the corner of Mishima’s mouth. This was new territory for the both of them,
and he didn’t want to rush things. After only a moment’s hesitation, the timid
boy turned to face him and sealed his lips over Akira’s own. Quickly, hands
were roaming as the kisses continued to grow more passionate. Mishima’s
eventually settled on Akira’s chest, while Akira contented himself with mussing
Mishima’s normally tamed hair. It was Mishima who pulled away first, gasping
for air, and Akira used the distraction to toss his glasses onto the grass
below and attack the soft, pale flesh of the other’s neck. He scraped his teeth
gently over Mishima’s pulse point and was rewarded with a light, breathy moan.
He decided it was the best sound he’d ever heard the boy make, and he wanted to
hear it over and over. As Mishima brought his hands up to rest on his
shoulders, Akira snaked his down to the other’s waist and gripped him firmly,
lifting him up from his spot on the bench and bringing him to straddle Akira’s
lap. Mishima grunted in surprise at the strength of the sudden movement and
then moaned as he realized he could now roll his hips against Akira’s. The
latter’s hands came down even farther to grasp the firm, taut butt that now
rested against his legs. He pressed against it, encouraging those hesitant
rolls to grow into full on rutting.
Something about Mishima’s demeanor shifted, and suddenly his hands were
everywhere, rubbing Akira’s chest, grasping at his hair, and holding his face.
His lips trailed downwards to the taller boy’s jawline and then to his neck,
and his right hand trailed down between their bodies to rub at the bulge
straining against the fabric of Akira’s jeans. The dark haired teen made an
appreciative noise low in his throat as Mishima shimmied his way onto his knees
between Akira’s thighs. Long, slender fingers curled around his belt, tugging
gently yet persistently until it was opened. Next they set to work on undoing
his button and fly, and Akira took the small reprieve to notice the finer
details of the boy between his knees. His midnight blue hair reflected the
moonlight, giving the impression of a halo. His slate grey eyes, alight with
curiosity and arousal, were affixed on the task before him. His tongue darted
out to wet soft, pale pink lips as he finally grasped Akira’s length. Another
low noise escaped him as Mishima leaned forward and wrapped those warm,
inviting lips around the head of his cock. He weaved his fingers into the
kneeling boy’s hair as he set up a slow, methodic rhythm, running his tongue
over the sensitive underside and then taking as much into his throat as he
could manage. Akira groaned at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of
Mishima’s throat, and his fingers instinctually tightened around the dark locks
at the base of the other’s neck. The smaller boy whimpered around him and
pulled off to suck air back into his lungs, but just as quickly as he’d pulled
away, he was back, licking from base to tip and taking in enough of Akira to
make him gag.
“Mish…” At the sound of the pet name, Mishima looked up at Akira and made an
inquisitive noise around the hard length still in his mouth.
“Come here,” Akira groaned, tugging at his hair to usher him upwards. Mishima
stood up hesitantly, and Akira roughly grabbed the front of his jeans,
practically tearing the button open and the zipper down. Mishima suddenly found
himself being pulled forward and pushed onto his back on the cold stone bench.
His pants and boxers were grabbed roughly and shoved up into the bends of his
knees as they were lifted up horizontal with his chest. Akira loomed over him
as he took a moment to line himself up.
“Are you alright? Is this alright?” he whispered as a final chance for Mishima
to change his mind. However, the boy did no such thing; he simply nodded his
head vigorously. Akira chuckled softly to himself and began to press into the
tight heat of the boy beneath him. Mishima tossed his head back and squeezed
his eyes shut at the sudden stretch. Almost painfully slowly, Akira sunk in to
the hilt before adjusting his hands to rest against the backs of Mishima’s
thighs, using the leverage to pull his cheeks further apart and press in
impossibly deeper.
After only a brief pause to let the other boy adjust, Akira pulled back and set
up a slow pace, thrusts deep and lingering. Mishima cried out as Akira
eventually brushed against his sweet spot, causing stars to dance behind his
eyes with each movement. Soon the taller boy’s ministrations picked up speed
and force as the coils of heat and pleasure wound themselves tighter in his
gut. Mishima was practically mewling as he clawed uselessly at Akira’s
shoulders, begging and pleading and gibbering nonsense. Tears of unadulterated
ecstasy welled in his eyes, and he did his best to press his hips upwards to
meet Akira’s now bruising thrusts. Suddenly, something in him snapped, and he
knew he was about to tumble over the edge.
“A-Akira! Oh-oh, my God! I..! I love you! Pleasepleaseplease ohmyGod
IloveyouIloveyou- Oh!”
Mishima’s orgasm caused him to clamp down on Akira, sending him over the edge
shortly thereafter with a grunt.
The two boys lie there for a moment panting and trying to remember how to move
properly again. Finally, Akira slid out of Mishima and stood to right his
pants.
“Do you usually tell your customers that you love them?” Akira smirked at the
look of embarrassment and more than a little shame on Mishima’s face at the
question.
“N-not always, no.”
There was a short, slightly awkward silence as the two put themselves back
together as well as they could. As they set off back towards Shinjuku, Akira
wrapped his arm around the shorter boy’s shoulders.
“That was nice. I might just have to come visit again sometime.” Mishima
laughed.
“Yeah, tell all your friends.” A brief pause occurred as Mishima rethought that
statement. “Or, maybe don’t. I don’t think I want to be known as the Phantom
Thieves’ personal gigolo.”
The two boys chuckled at the absurdity of the statement and their lives and set
off to catch the last train home.
End Notes
     Wowie is there not enough rent boy fanfiction in the world. I've got
     at least two more installments to make in this particular series, so
     stay tuned! Although I fear they may contain much less Akira and many
     more spoilers. If there are any characters you'd like to visit my
     poor little rent boy, drop a comment. Who knows, I may write it.
     Edited by the lovely Max :3
     PSA I have an ask blog for this AU.
     https://ask-rentboy-mishima.tumblr.com
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