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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Major_Character_Death
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Kurusu_Akira
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira, Akechi_Goro, Sakamoto_Ryuji, Sakura_Futaba, Sakura_Sojiro
  Additional Tags:
      BDSM, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Akechi_gets_barebacked_by_a_stranger,
      Back_Alley_Sex, Piss_Fetish, Dominant_Akira, Submissive_Akechi, Bondage
      gear, Blackmail, No_more_hidden_camera_but_Akira's_still_filming_them,
      use_of_sex_toys, Master/Slave_relationship, Spoilers_for_the_seventh
      palace
  Series:
      Part 2 of Akira_and_Akechi
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-09 Words: 4314
****** Learning How To Submit The Hard Way ******
by CaptainParisStarr
Summary
     After being bitten by a spider in the bathroom in Leblanc, Akechi
     finds out about Akira's hidden camera. Confronting him, Akira
     blackmails Akechi into dating him by threatening to release the
     spycam footage online, and their relationship slowly starts to
     blossom.
“Come on, do it!” Akira tugged backwards on the leash he was holding.
 
Akechi looked over his shoulder. “Here?” His hands gripped himself through the
leather pants he was wearing to keep from wetting himself.
 
“Yes, here.” Akira tugged again, and Akechi gasped as the collar dug into his
neck.
 
They were alone in a back alley in Shinjuku, one that was frequently used as an
outdoor toilet. At least, judging by the smell and the two cute boys peeing
against the wall as they arrived, who looked over at them and tried to hide the
fact that each was holding the others dick.
 
Akira had ignored them as he led Akechi deeper into the alley. “I wish I could
have filmed them. Its so hard to find vids online of guys holding each other
like that.” Without waiting for a reply he had led Akechi to a stretch of wall
halfway down the alley.
 
Tugging down the mask he was wearing more firmly over his face, Akechi turned
away. “How do you want me?”
 
“You know how.” Squirming now, Akechi glanced around nervously. “No one will
recognize you with that mask and bondage leathers on. Just do it.” Akira pulled
out the camcorder.
 
Giving in, Akechi unzipped and peeled the leather pants down to mid-thigh
before leaning forward and bracing his hands against the wall in front of him.
He was so desperate his cock was at half mast, and the cold night air rushing
past the hot skin was all it took to start the flow.
 
“Fuck yeah!” Akira held the camcorder in one hand and rubbed his dick through
his own leather pants with the other as he watched the thick yellow stream hit
the wall.
 
Akechi moaned softly as his aching bladder was emptied, no longer caring who
saw or heard him.
 
“This is so hot! Are you sure I can't post it online? Dressed like that no one
will know that you're underage!” Akira chuckled darkly.
 
“Please don't! I... What if someone recognizes me from the video?”
 
Akira slapped Akechi's ass. “What did I say about complaining? But you are
unfortunately right; we can't risk having you recognized online.” As soon as
the flow ebbed and stopped Akira started roughly stroking Akechi. “Now, what
should I do with you?”
 
Surprisingly, Akechi found himself turned on by being jacked off in a public
place. “Fuck me... please Master fuck me...”
 
“Oh?” Akira unzipped his Joker-esque pants without shame before removing the
plug he'd made Akechi wear. Teasing now, he rubbed his head over Akechi's
quivering hole while removing a tube of lube from his pocket. The click of the
cap opening had Akechi moaning wantonly, and soon a slick member was shoved
roughly inside him.
 
Despite being fucked in a back alley, or maybe because of it, Akechi was more
turned on than he had ever been before. Every thrust of Akira's hips had him
moaning like a whore and only the cock ring he was wearing kept him from
creaming just from the penetration alone. Before the events in Leblanc's
washroom he had never thought about having sex with another guy but now he
couldn't get enough!
 
“You love this don't you? If I had known that you'd prove to be such an
exhibitionist I'd have fucked you in an alley sooner.” Dimly, Akechi heard the
crunch of approaching footsteps, but paid them no heed until he was pulled away
from the wall and spun around. “The world should see how much you love being
fucked!”
 
His hips moved without conscious thought, riding Akira's cock as his dripped.
“Master... please let me cum...”
 
“Hmm... Should I?” Akira's hips began faltering, and Akechi knew that his lover
was getting close. “Make me cum and maybe I'll remove the ring.”
 
Akechi moved his hips faster, needing to cum, needing to make Akira cum.
Seconds later, he was rewarded with a flood of warmth which pooled deep inside
of him and spilled out with the removal of Akira's cock. Rough hands removed
the cock ring and stroked him once, twice, and on the third stroke he came
hard, not caring who or what he was spraying with his release.
 
“That was hot. Do you share?” Akechi's eyes snapped open, as it had not been
Akira who had spoken.
 
“Hmm... that depends. What do you have to offer?” Akira smirked at the newcomer
even as he tightened his grip on Akechi's leash possessively, eyeing the cock
jutting proudly from the young mans open pants.
 
“Heh, is that your camera? You let me fuck him and I'll let you film it. I can
also pay you.”
 
Akechi's eyes flickered to his boyfriends face, not in the least surprised to
find that Akira was seriously considering the offer. “I don't need your money,
being allowed to film you is enough.” Moving away, he loosened his grip on the
leash but did not let go.
 
“Heh, he looks familiar. Maybe I've seen one of his movies before.” The
newcomer shrugged, pushing dark red hair out of his eyes. The trimmed pubes
surrounding his massive cock however were jet black, implying that his hair was
dyed.
 
“I believe he has been on camera a time or two before so it's possible.” Akira
was careful to keep his tone neutral, glad that Akechi was too numb from being
fucked to truly follow what was being said.
 
The newcomer grinned before shoving his fat cock inside Akechi without
bothering with lube. Akechi shrieked at the sudden intrusion; never before had
he taken a cock that large before! But he loved it, loved being stretched to
the max. He even loved that Akira was getting off on filming him with a total
stranger!
 
The newcomer rode him hard and fast, and pain mixed with pleasure at every
sharp thrust of his hips. Before he knew it, Akechi was cumming a second time,
and then a third as the older youth kept fucking him harder and harder.
 
Finally, as he came for a fourth time he started to beg him to stop. “Please...
I... I can't take any more...”
 
Akira said nothing, leaving the decision up to the newbie. Akechi hadn't
actually used the safe word after all. But he needn't have worried as the
newcomers pace was starting to falter, and seconds later he pulled out and
pumped his cock with his fist a single time, showering Akechi with his cum.
Winking at Akira, he cleaned himself up and tucked his cock away again. “Thanks
mate I owe you one.”
 
“You owe me nothing; I got a great film out of it!” Akira winked back and,
grinning, the newcomer left them.
 
“Are you okay?” He whispered as he cleaned Akechi up.
 
“Yeah, I'm fine. I just... shit he didn't use a condom did he?” Akechi's eyes
widened.
 
Akira blanched as he shook his head. “No, he didn't. I'll use one for a couple
weeks until we can get you tested okay?” Leaning in, he kissed Akechi softly.
As always, Akechi marvelled at how someone so domineering and rough in bed
could be so gentle afterwards.
 
“Lets go home. I've had enough for one day.” His legs shook as he fastened his
pants, his leathers still damp with his sweat but wiped clean of any cum that
had hit them.
 
“Can you walk? Here, sit down for a moment.” Akira guided him to a nearby
crate.
 
“I'm fine!” But even so, Akechi rested gratefully, even though sitting reminded
him of how much his ass had just been put through.
 
“Take your time.” Akira sat down beside him and rubbed his back. “Want me to
take the collar off before we get on the train?”
 
Akechi blinked at him for a long moment before he realized what Akira had said.
“No. I wouldn't mind if you unhooked the leash though.”
 
Nodding, Akira reached over and unclipped the lead, tucking it into his jacket
pocket. “You like wearing a collar, don't you?”
 
“I do. Actually, I like the whole outfit.” Akechi looked down at himself, at
the leather straps crisscrossing his torso, with only the sheer mesh of the
fishnet shirt worn under the leather hiding his nipples. “I feel sexy dressed
like this. Even... even peeing for you feels sexy when I'm wearing leather.
 
Smiling softly, Akira stole another kiss. “We should get going if we want to
make the last train. Want to crash at my place tonight?”
 
“No, I should go home. Sakura-san will get suspicious of us if I stay over too
often.” Akechi stood, grateful that his legs were steady this time.
 
“Let him wonder.” Akira reached over and brushed hair out of his boyfriend's
eyes. Pulling his jacket around his own mesh-clad torso, he took Akechi's hand
and began walking to the train.
 
“Are you sure? What if he kicks you out for being gay?”
 
“He won't. He knows that I'm a Phantom Thief and is still letting me stay.” A
small thrill went through Akira; even though it had been a full week since
Akechi had joined the Phantom Thieves it still seemed forbidden to mention
being a member of the group to him.
 
“That is true.” Squeezing his hand tightly, Akechi nodded. “Then yes, I'd love
to crash with you.”
 
As they boarded the train, however, Akechi turned away. Though he was now happy
with Akira, they had gotten off to a rocky start. It had all started a month
earlier, the morning after Akechi had been bitten by a spider.
 
===============================================================================
 
“Hey, wake up.” Akechi blinked sleepily as he gazed around an unfamiliar room.
 
“Where... oh, right.” He blushed hotly as the memories of the night before came
back to him. “Would you mind turning around?”
 
“We had sex and slept naked together; there's no need for you to be shy now!”
But even as he spoke, Akira turned his back to Akechi, granting him some
privacy as he got dressed.
 
“Could I trouble you for a coffee before I leave?” Akechi sighed as he rubbed
his wrists, the red marks left by his tie faded but still visible.
 
“Yes, of course. Would you like a plate of curry as well?”
 
“For breakfast?” Akechi laughed even as he wrinkled his nose.
 
“Yeah, it's what Sojiro feeds me for breakfast anyway.” Akira headed
downstairs. “Feel free to freshen up in the bathroom.”
 
Moments later, Akechi followed carrying his shoes. “My tie is wrinkled, I hope
no one will notice. Excuse me.” Placing his shoes beside the door he headed
into the bathroom.
 
A few minutes later, he emerged to find a plate of curry and a cup of coffee
waiting for him on the counter, but no Akira.
 
“Akira?” Shrugging he headed back upstairs. “Is everything okay?”
 
Closing his laptop hastily, Akira covered his lap. “You were quick!”
 
“What were you watching?” Akechi shifted nervously, clearly his friend had been
watching porn, judging from his reaction and his exposed hard-on.
 
“Akira? Are you up yet?” Standing, Akira hastily tucked himself away.
 
“Yes I'll be right down!” Brushing past Akechi he hurried downstairs.
 
Curiosity burning through him, Akechi opened the lid on the laptop. Biting his
lip, he braced himself for a password screen, but there wasn't one. Instead,
the screen showed the video Akira had been in the middle of watching.
 
Moments later he stormed downstairs, furious. “What is wrong with you?” He
hissed, keeping his voice low.
 
“You watched it?”
 
“Yes, I watched it!” Spinning on his heel, he headed for the bathroom to find
the hidden camera that had recorded him not only peeing, but also jacking off
to tame his morning wood.
 
“Please, lets talk about this upstairs.” Ignoring Sojiro, who was throwing the
two teens very confused looks, he pulled Akechi upstairs again.
 
“You do know that it is illegal to install a hidden camera in a public
bathroom, right? Does Sakura-san know about the camera?”
 
“Yes, I do know that it is illegal, and no he doesn't know!” Akira pushed him
down onto the bed.
 
“Is everything okay up here?” Hastily Akira stood as Sojiro appeared at the top
of the stairs.
 
“Yes. Akechi-kun just forgot that he had crashed here and when he woke up in my
bed he accused me of being a pervert.” Akira shot his guardian an innocent
smile. “Nothing happened though, he just talked too late with me and missed the
last train so I let him crash here. And he's too dainty to be comfy on the
couch.”
 
“I see, please, keep it down. And if either of you are going to eat, please
make it quick I need to open up.”
 
Akechi felt some of his anger slip away, and his embarrassment return. “Why did
you film me?”
 
“Because I wanted to. I like watching.” He brought the laptop over to the bed.
“I didn't just record you though. Are you curious about Ryuji, or Yusuke?”
 
“You even filmed your friends? What about the girls? Or Sakura-san?”
 
“The camera is motion activated; anyone over the age of 25, or under the age of
14, or female I just straight up delete the recordings of. So no, I never
watched the footage of the girls, or of Sojiro. Just the stuff of cute younger
men.”
 
“You like watching boys pee?”
 
“Yeah. I do. And the camera was so easy to set up too! I think Futaba might
know about it but if she does she's never said anything. I don't know if she
has access to the feed, but she might. Other than her, maybe, you're the only
one who knows about the hidden camera.”
 
“You need to take it down, before Sakura-san gets in trouble for leching on his
patrons!” Akechi paced the room, his mind thinking frantically about the
implications for him if the camera was found by the police.
 
“Alright. But I want you to date me and do what I say. Or else I'll post the
videos of you online.” Akira hugged him and kissed the back of Akechi's neck.
 
“That's blackmail!”
 
“Yes, it is.”
 
Akechi sighed. “Those videos could ruin me! I'm recognizable in them... it
would be child porn. Alright, what do you want me to do?”
 
“For today, go to school and act like everything is normal. Tomorrow night come
back here. I'll be waiting for you. If you aren't here by nine, well you know
what will happen.”
 
“Okay. I understand.” The fight going out of him, Akechi turned and headed back
downstairs to eat. As soon as he was done Akira took his plate and mug to wash
them. “I'll be a few more minutes if you want to wait for me to walk you to the
train station?”
 
The question was innocent enough, but Akechi was scared to say no. Instead he
waited by the door after pulling on his shoes as Akira dried the dishes, headed
into the bathroom then hurried upstairs to grab his bag.
 
“Ready to go?” Akechi checked his own bag to make sure he had everything. He
did.
 
“Yes.” They left together, Akira pausing just once to flip the sign to open.
 
True to his word, Akechi did his best to act normal that day and the next, but
try as he might his palms were sweating with nerves as he entered the cafe the
following evening.
 
“Have you eaten?” Akira asked, holding a takeout bag in his hand.

“No, I haven't.” His stomach rumbled as Akira laid out food on the middle
table. “Thank you.”
 
“I wasn't sure what you liked so I got a bunch of stuff. Help yourself.” Akira
sat down and grabbed a container of cheap sushi.
 
Akechi tucked in without another word; while the food was greasier than he
normally liked, it filled his belly. “What do you want to do tonight?” He wiped
his mouth with his napkin before finishing the last of his coffee.
 
“Have sex.” Akira spoke the words like it should be obvious.
 
“Oh. Yes, of course.” But even as Akechi hesitated, his dick twitched hard in
his pants and he didn't resist as Akira led him upstairs.
 
“Get undressed.”
 
His cheeks burning, Akechi complied. “Here, try this on.” Akira handed him a
set of straps connected by metal rings.
 
“Is this a body harness?” Akechi was surprised, having never seen one in person
before.
 
“Yes. You seemed to like being tied up, so I thought we could experiment a bit
more.” Akira bit his lips, wondering if he had taken things too far. But as
Akechi pulled the harness on, his eyes burned with arousal even though he ended
up needing help.
 
“What next?” Akechi's dick throbbed, but he ignored it, too excited by the
thought of being tied up again to bother playing with himself.
 
“Get up on the bed, on all fours.” Akira pulled something out of a shopping bag
and tossed it aside; Akechi's breath caught in his throat as he saw that it was
a pair of handcuffs.
 
“Are those for me?” Normally he would wince at how breathy his voice sounded
but just then he didn't care.
 
“Yes, soon enough. But first I want to use this on you. Oh, and the safe word
is still Loki.” Grinning evilly, Akira produced a six-inch dildo from the bag.
 
“How did you...? Wait, no how did you get any of this? Even a body harness
would need to be purchased at an adult store... Also, why Loki?”
 
“I have connections.” Akira replied vaguely, not wanting to get Iwai in trouble
for buying him sex toys. In the end the ex-Yakuza was grateful enough for
Akira's help protecting his son, Kaoru, that all Akira had to do was promise to
not use anything on the younger boy. With that promise, Iwai had agreed to look
the other way, assuming the harness was for Akira himself, and the toys were to
be used on a girl. Then he shrugged gracefully. “I don't know, the word just
comes to mind when I look at you. Like, somehow it seems as though you are
connected to him. I could just be imagining things though.”
 
“Of course you have connections. Nothing surprises me about you anymore; it
seems like you can do anything.” Akechi dropped onto the bed, relaxing now that
he knew that Akira didn't know about his powers, his legs spreading with an
eagerness that surprised him. He was here because Akira was blackmailing him,
why then was he so eager to be fucked with a dildo?
 
Cold lube dripped down over his opening, driving away all thought. Moaning,
Akechi spread his legs further as fingers pushed the lube inside, two at once,
heedless of any pain they caused. But like last time, Akechi found that he
liked the pain. That even though he could be a real sadist in private, in bed
he was proving to be the opposite. He was a sadomasochist who could take it as
well as dish it out. However, he had no desire to tie Akira up, to have his way
with the other boy. Maybe later he'd find a cute, younger boy he could tie up
and hurt so good, but it wasn't going to be Akira. No, he liked being hurt by
Akira too much for that.
 
“Heh, you're really into this.” Akira marvelled at how easy it was for him to
make the cool and collected Akechi moan like a little slut. Removing his
fingers, he slapped Akechi's ass, remembering how much he had liked being
spanked.
 
“More! Please, Master, more!” Akira spanked him again, and again until both
cheeks were bright red, only then did he lube up the dildo for use.
 
The slick slid of the silicon between his cheeks had Akechi writhing and
wanting more; and he was rewarded with the toy being pushed inside him in one
hard shove. “Go ahead, slut, touch yourself. I know you want to.”
 
Maybe it was the kink of being fucked with a toy, or maybe it was the feel of
the silicon slipping in and out of him, but either way, Akechi didn't last
long. His right hand moved quickly up and down his length, his left slipping
out from under him, raising his hips further as he face planted into the bed he
was spraying with his seed.
 
“Roll over onto your back.” The pull of a zipper accompanied those words, and
Akechi rolled over eagerly, not caring as his ass landed right in the middle of
his puddle of ejaculate. “Good boy, now hold your hands up above your head.”
The rattle of the handcuffs accompanied those words and moments later the cool
bite of the metal clicked shut around both his wrists. With nothing to hook the
cuffs around, Akira held his hands in place with one hand after pulling
Akechi's legs up and apart and thrusting into him.
 
The pace he set, though rough, was a tame prelude of what was to come. And as
the weeks wore on, both boys grew bolder with their relations, using sex toys
and leathers, whips and paddles and even once experimenting with nipple clamps,
Akira filming almost all of it, and soon Akira had Akechi talked into having
sex in public, in a back alley in Shinjuku.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” A soft whisper in his ear drew Akechi out
of his thoughts.
 
“Us. How we got here.” Akechi low-key cuddled into him, mindful of the fact
that they were not alone on the train.
 
“When we get to my place, I'll delete those videos.” Akechi sat up in
surprised.
 
“What?”
 
“Well, I don't see any point in keeping them with the threat of exposure;
you're with me willing aren't you?”
 
“You... you can keep them. I know that if you promise to not make them public
that you won't. You never had to resort to blackmail though, I would have been
with you anyway.”
 
“No, you wouldn't have been. Don't you remember? I asked you out the first
night we had sex and you said no. You turned me down because of my friends. So
I resorted to empty threats to get you to go out with me. I never had any
intention of posting anything online.”
 
“You fucking bastard!” Akechi hissed, his voice dangerously low.
 
“I know, and I'm sorry. I just wanted to be with you so bad. I don't know if
I'll ever find anyone else like you, anyone else who will let me treat them
like a slave. I never even had to ask you to call me Master, you did that all
on your own.” His hand cupped Akechi's cheek, half hiding the soft kiss he
stole.
 
“I can say the same for you; there's no one else who I would have as my Master.
Every time I try to picture myself with another I always picture myself as the
Master, not as the Slave.”
 
“Heh, maybe we could experiment with that next?” Akira smiled, his expression
soft despite the harsh context of their conversation.
 
“Next stop Yongen-Jaya!” They pulled apart as the train slid to a stop, and
hand in hand exited the car, excited to have a chance to shower together before
sleeping in each others arms.
 
===============================================================================
 
“Akechi! Don't do this! Please, open this door!” Akira pounded on the solid
steel, heedless of the hands pulling him back.
 
“We have to go!” Skull all but slapped him as he tried to make Joker see
reason.
 
“No! We have to save him! AKECHI!” Hot tears coursed down his face unnoticed as
the sounds of battle faded to silence.
 
“I lost him! Joker... he'd gone!” Oracle's voice cut through the silence of his
tears, shocking him to the core. “No! No that can't be right! He can't be...?”
 
“He's gone.” She shook her head sadly. “And if we don't move we'll be next!
Come on!”
 
Akira felt himself get pulled along in the wake of his teammates steps. By
unspoken consensus, they headed towards the exit, eager to return to the real
world.
 
Even being set up to die by Akechi hadn't changed how Akira felt; they had
never truly broken things off either. Akira had clung to the hope that they
could somehow fix things, that somehow he could get through to the fake
detective and show him that he had a place to belong. That he was, in fact,
loved.
 
Akira had never said it though, he had never told Akechi that he loved him. And
now it was too late. Even as his teammates sought to comfort him, he knew that
none of them knew the real reason why he was crying. That his heart had been
smashed to pieces by Akechi's death.
 
Shrugging them all off, he went home alone to cry himself to sleep. The next
day he woke, a plan fully formed in his mind.
 
Shido was responsible for his lovers death. Had he only accepted his bastard
son, he never would have gone to such lengths to prove himself. Akechi would
never have died; even if that meant Akira had never met him he would still be
alive!
 
It was with vengeance in his heart that he called his troops together and led
him into battle against the scumbag Masayoshi Shido. He had to kill him, had to
avenge Akechi's death, or die trying. Otherwise he knew he would never be able
to live with himself.
 
The victory cooled his blood, and his head. Though he still grieved, it was
muted, bearable. Though he knew that he would always love and miss Akechi, he
knew that he would heal. His broken heart would mend. Though he still knew that
he would never find another lover like Goro Akechi had been, nor love anyone
else as deeply as he had loved his sexy little slave.
 
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