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      Explicit
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      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
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      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Persona_5, Persona_Series
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Kurusu_Akira, Akechi_Goro/Sakamoto_Ryuji, Kitagawa_Yusuke/
      Sakamoto_Ryuji
  Character:
      Kitagawa_Yusuke, Sakamoto_Ryuji, Akechi_Goro, Kurusu_Akira
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Blackmail, handjobs, Blowjobs, Alt_Title:_Don't_Haze_Me
      Bro, Anal, weird_butt_stuff
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      Published: 2017-05-14 Updated: 2017-11-14 Chapters: 4/? Words: 9426
****** Welcoming The New Recruit ******
by thewritegrump
Summary
     “Geez, man. You can be so damn dense.” Ryuji muttered. “We’re just
     gonna hit up Akechi and mess with him a bit, that’s all.”
     “I have gathered that much. My question is why we are doing this.”
     “Because, dude! Akechi thinks he’s so effin’ smart, thinking he’s
     gonna trap us and kill our leader after blackmailing us into letting
     him on the team… don’t you want to wipe the smug-ass grin off his
     face? He still thinks we don’t know what he’s up to, so this is the
     perfect opportunity to get some premature revenge.” Ryuji explained.
     Yusuke considered this. He did think that Akechi deserved to have a
     bit of egg on his face, so to speak, though still had mixed feelings
     on how they intended to execute their plan.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“A spare uniform? And what on earth would you need one for?” Kawakami asked,
skeptical that her student was up to anything innocent.
 
“It’s to play a joke on a friend.” Akira responded bluntly.
 
“Well, at least you’re honest.” Kawakami sighed, shaking her head. “I’ll see
what I can do, okay?” she promised.
 
The two then said their goodbyes, and Akira hung up the phone.
 
“She’ll see what she can do.” Akira relayed this information to the two people
sitting across from him.
 
“How often do you see that Becky chick? Aren’t maids expensive as shit?” Ryuji
asked, not sure if he ought to be impressed or pitying his friend.
 
Akira simply shrugged, giving him the same air of mystery that he always
managed to maintain.
 
“Do we even have time for this?” Yusuke spoke up, setting down his cup of
coffee. “We only have two weeks left to infiltrate Sae Nijima’s palace.” he
reminded them. He typically trusted Joker’s judgement wholeheartedly, though
this mission seemed more nerve-wracking than any that had come before it. Ever
since the incident with Okumura’s palace, the idea of another mission and
another potential mishap were weighing on everyone’s minds.
 
“Lighten up- our leader here knows what he’s doing.” he insisted, before
looking to Akira for confirmation. “Right, man?”
 
Akira nodded confidently. He knew the way that his team functioned, and knew
that when it came down to it, they could probably plow through the palace in a
day or two if need be. It wouldn’t come down to that, of course. As he was
about to speak, his phone vibrated. It had been only a minute or two, but
‘Becky’ had already responded.
 
‘You’re in luck. I asked my boss, and we actually do have a couple spare
uniforms. You only need one, correct?’
 
‘Yeah.’
 
‘I’ll bring it over tonight, then.’
 
‘Thanks, I appreciate it.’
 
Akira put his phone away, and Ryuji looked to him expectantly.
 
“We’re good to go.” Akira confirmed, a smirk at his lips.
 
“So, what exactly is the point of this?” Yusuke asked, still hesitant about the
plan.
 
“Geez, man. You can be so damn dense.” Ryuji muttered. “We’re just gonna hit up
Akechi and mess with him a bit, that’s all.”
 
“I have gathered that much. My question is why we are doing this.”
 
“Because, dude! Akechi thinks he’s so effin’ smart, thinking he’s gonna trap us
and kill our leader after blackmailing us into letting him on the team… don’t
you want to wipe the smug-ass grin off his face? He still thinks we don’t know
what he’s up to, so this is the perfect opportunity to get some premature
revenge.” Ryuji explained.
 
Yusuke considered this. He did think that Akechi deserved to have a bit of egg
on his face, so to speak, though still had mixed feelings on how they intended
to execute their plan.
 
“I’d like to get a good laugh in before I have to play dead.” Akira spoke up
with the most earnest expression.
 
“Just picture it, man.” Ryuji spoke up again. “It’ll be effin’ hilarious.”
 
After a bit of coaxing, Yusuke did find himself humored, and was chuckling to
himself.
 
“Alright, I concede. He does rather deserve it, I would say.” Yusuke agreed.
 
“Now we’re talkin’! Okay, Akira, you’re gonna message him, right?” Ryuji
clarified. The leader nodded. “Good- we’re shooting for tomorrow night, then.”
he added.
 
“How do you plan on convincing Akechi to go along with this?” Yusuke asked with
a hint of doubtfulness.
 
“I got this.” Akira said simply. He’d been taking speaking lessons from a local
politicians, and found that he had gotten damn near perfect and constructing an
argument.
 
“He’s got this- hell, if he can convince literal demons to join his team on a
regular basis, this should be a breeze. Come to think of it, this is
practically the same thing.” Ryuji laughed at his own joke. He then paused,
looking around. “Say, this ain’t relevant, really, but where’s Morgana?” he
asked.
 
“He’s staying with Haru for the next couple of days to keep her company. She
says she’s doing fine, but she had just gone through a lot.” Akira explained.
 
“That’s actually really cool of him to do that.” Ryuji admitted, though felt a
bit awkward as they now all were thinking of what had happened. “Er, anyways-
now’s not the time to be dwelling on that shit. It’s getting late, so I should
probably head home.” he said, standing up and grabbing his bag.
 
“Late? It’s only six in the evening.” Yusuke pointed out.
 
“Dumbass- I was trying to be subtle!” Ryuji sighed. “He’s having that maid over
tonight- granted, it’s to bring him the uniform, but still. I don’t wanna
intrude on their… uh, alone time.” he explained.
 
“Why are you talking as though I’m not right here?” Akira questioned, tilting
his head to the side. Ryuji paused, furrowing his brow as his friend didn’t try
to object or say that Becky and him didn’t have alone time.
 
“You’re one hell of a guy.” Ryuji muttered, then looked to Yusuke. “Come on,
let’s go.” he suggested.
 
“Very well.” Yusuke yielded, getting up as well. As they headed to the
stairwell, Yusuke looked back at Akira. “Please, make good choices.” he
requested before leaving, only having Ryuji’s words to go off of when he
thought about what his leader was doing with a maid service.
 
Once they were gone, Akira rolled his eyes and took out his phone. He needed to
message Akechi and make sure their plan could even be enacted.
 
‘Are you free tomorrow night?’ he messaged Akechi. He was fairly certain this
was his first time messaging the traitor outside of the group conversation.
 
‘I very well might be. Why is it that you ask?’
 
‘Ryuji, Yusuke, and I will be meeting at Le Blanc after hours. We haven’t
properly welcomed you onto the team yet.’
 
‘A proper welcoming? I was not aware you had a specific rite of passage for new
recruits.’
 
‘We do for the guys. It’s important that you do it, too, since you’re part of
the group now.’
 
‘I find the concept of ‘hazing’ to be a bit childish. Frankly, I didn’t think
you would conduct such a practice.’
 
‘So?’
 
Akira rolled his eyes and waited for a response. He waited about ten minutes,
and was about to send another message when Akechi finally responded.
 
‘Very well, I’ll play along to humor you. I presume it’s nothing too absurd,
correct?’
 
‘I wouldn’t say it’s anything bad.’
 
‘That’s an interesting way to word it.’
 
‘I guess. Anyway, you gave me your word, so we’ll be expecting you tomorrow.’
 
Akira put away his phone, hearing a knock on the door downstairs. It was likely
Kawakami with the uniform. As all the pieces were falling into place, an amused
grin spread across his face. Heading downstairs, he couldn’t help but chuckle
under his breath.
 
Akechi was going to try and put him through hell in the coming weeks- this
couldn’t be reasonably avoided. The lengths the whole team was going through
just to ensure that Akira wouldn’t die was tedious, and there was still a
margin of error.

However, Akira decided that the following night’s events would make it almost
worth it.
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter is pretty short in order to set up for what's to come.
     I'm trash with no excuse for what will take place in subsequent
     chapters, though I hope I'll at least get some of you with a nice
     little plot twist when the time comes. Also, I think my writing style
     has accidentally become 'character plans a prank and it either goes
     horribly right or horribly wrong'.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Shit, dude- now THAT'S an outfit." Ryuji howled with laughter when Akira held
up the maid uniform. Him and Yusuke had arrived a bit before Akechi was
expected to, mostly to go over the plan. "I can't wait to see the look on his
face when he finds out he's gotta model that shit."
"Do maids really still wear those when performing their cleaning duties?"
Yusuke mused, inspecting the black and white dress curiously. "I assumed this
was something reserved for fictional depictions of the profession."
"Well obviously legit maids and cleaners don't wear this kind of shit." Ryuji
tried to explain.
"Then what sort of maid service does this 'Becky' woman work for?"
Ryuji looked to Akira for help in explaining this delicate subject.
"It's for the aesthetic." Akira said simply, draping the maid uniform over the
back of a chair.
"Oh, I see. That makes perfect sense." Yusuke accepted this clarification.
Ryuji made a face at his friend, surprised that it had been a satisfactory
explanation on the topic. He was about to make a snarky remark about this,
though heard the jingling of the front door opening. It had been left unlocked
despite Le Blanc being closed for the night so that Akira would not have to
answer the door when each of his three friends arrived.
"Hello?" a familiar voice called out from downstairs.
"It's showtime." Akira said quietly, pushing up his glasses.
Ryuji sneered with anticipation. "Yo, we're all upstairs!" he hollered out, and
the sound of footsteps approached.
"Good evening, everyone." Akechi greeted the room This wasn't the first time
Akechi had been in the Le Blanc attic, though the only other time he had been
was for a team meeting with everyone. The mood seemed rather different this
time, with an oddly sinister feeling emanating from Ryuji more than anyone
else. 'He certainly wears his heart on his sleeve.' he thought. 'What an
imbecile.'
"If I may be so bold, I ask that we cut to the chase." Akechi insisted. "Our
leader has been so kind as to inform me of the nature of tonight's get-
together. While I find hazing to be a most juvenile concept, I would like to
play by the rules of the group. So, then, what procedure is it that I must
endure?" he asked nonchalantly.
Ryuji rolled his eyes; no matter what it was that Akechi was saying, he somehow
never failed to make it sound pretentious. 'That shit-eating grin won't last
long.' he thought as he nudged Akira to announce the night's activities.
"You're going to be our maid for the night." Akira said frankly, holding up the
outfit. Akechi blinked in surprise at this announcement. He anticipated
something embarrassing or silly, though this particular agenda was unexpected.
"Pardon?" Akechi composed himself as he looked at the outfit held before him.
"And what exactly does that entail?"
"It means you gotta wear this ridiculous outfit and wait on us until we say
you're done." Ryuji elaborated, grinning. "We're gonna play video games and
chill like usual- you get to do stuff like make us coffee, clean up the place,
and whatever else comes up."
"Is that outfit particularly necessary?" Akechi tried to keep his usual
expression in place, but his unamusement was showing through. This made Ryuji
more giddy than anything, causing Akechi to invest all of his willpower in
withholding a scowl.
"I believe we'll be making the rules until your initiation is complete." Yusuke
spoke up. "And one of the rules we have established is the uniform you will be
wearing for the duration of this."
Akira handed the outfit to Akechi; Kawakami had really pulled through in
getting them quite the maid get-up. In addition to the dress, there were wrist
cuffs, a headband, and even white stockings. He'd had to guess Akechi's
clothing size, but was certain he wasn't too far off the mark.
"You can change in the bathroom." Akira said simply, pointing him in the right
direction.
Akechi was silent for a moment, though finally nodded. "Very well. I will
return shortly." he promised before disappearing down the stairs. As soon as
the bathroom door was closed and locked behind him, he slammed his fist on the
counter, gritting his teeth.
"Those bastards!" he muttered, livid. He looked down at the uniform, seething
with anger. "Like hell they made one another do this. I can say with certainty
this is a sick rite they concocted exclusively for me." Akechi griped as he
began to disrobe and change. He turned away from the mirror, unable to bear
seeing himself in such an outfit. Thinking back to Ryuji's smirk, his eyes
narrowed. "They can laugh all they want for now- I'll wipe those damn grins off
their faces for trying to make a damned fool of me."
Once he was finished changing, he walked back upstairs with his clothes folded
neatly in his arms. He took a deep breath, forcing his sheepish and friendly
persona that he'd vowed to maintain in front of everyone.
"I'm a bit alarmed at how well this fits me; how on earth did you ascertain my
measurements?" Akechi asked as he set his clothes on the nearest shelf.
One look was all it took to send Ryuji into an intense laughing fit. "Holy
shit, man!" he sneered. "Holy effin' shit- someone grab a camera! This is
effin' unreal!"
"Already on it." Akira assured his friend, cell phone out and pointed at
Akechi. A flurry of clicks could be heard. "Oh, and I had to guess. I estimated
on the larger end just in case."
Yusuke held up his hands, framing the sight of Akechi before chuckling softly.
"It suits you." he said smugly.
"Are pictures really imperative to this?" Akechi asked, looking away. "What do
you plan to do with them?"
"They're insurance." Akira informed him.
"Simply a measure to ensure that you will obey us." Yusuke chimed in. "So long
as you comply and do all that you are told, those photographs will be discarded
by morning."
"I see…" Akechi murmured. He wholeheartedly wanted to beat the shit out of the
three boys standing before him. They were testing the limits of his patience,
and the night had only just begun. He needed to figure out how he was going to
turn this around before he completely lost it.
"Do we have to get rid of the pictures? I think they'd make a great scoop for
that reporter chick you know." Ryuji mentioned to Akira. "Put that shit on the
front cover of the daily paper and see what his fangirls do, am I right?"
"Don't tempt me." Akira said, the most self-indulgent of smirks spreading
across his expression. "For now, though, let's get to work. I haven't gotten to
try the multiplayer on Train of Life yet, so can we do that?"
The three boys turned the couch to face the TV, all crammed around the small
screen. As they got situated, Ryuji looked over his shoulder to Akechi.
"Hey, you can make coffee, right?" he asked.
"Isn't it a bit late to be drinking coffee?" Akechi pointed out.
"That's not what I asked, dude. Can you make coffee?" Ryuji asked again.
"...yes, I can." Akechi sighed, responding after an exasperated pause.
"Then get on it, man. All the stuff for it is downstairs." he instructed.
"Just don't use the expensive beans." Akira interjected, recalling Sojiro's
warning from months ago. He hadn't yet incurred his coffee-fueled wrath, and
didn't plan on it any time in the near future.
Akechi took a deep breath, telling himself he only had to endure so much before
it would all be over. With that thought in mind, he forced a smile.
"Very well. Would all three of you care for a cup?"
"I could go for a blend of Blue Mountain and Kona, if you would." Yusuke
demanded. Akira nodded at this suggestion.
"Three cups of Blue Mountain and Kona blend, then. I'll be back momentarily."
Akechi said before excusing himself back down the stairs. He was happy to be
away from them for a few minutes, as he was able to drop the facade. While
waiting for the coffee to brew, he sat at the counter, becoming lost in this
thoughts.
'How can I turn this situation in my favor? It's been all of about ten minutes
and I can barely take much more of this.' he stared at the dripping coffee,
concentrating. 'This would be less difficult if they hadn't been smart enough
to take photographs. With that collateral, they still have ammunition against
me even if I retaliate. What I need is better collateral… something more
mortifying than the pictures they took to blackmail them into submission.'
Akechi wracked his brain before noticing the coffee was just about done. 'The
coffee…' he thought, an an idea hatched in his mind. His frustrated expression
melted away as he stood up, spirit renewed. 'That's it!' he grabbed three
coffee mugs from the cabinet. He looked over his shoulder at the clock, taking
note of the time. To be on the safe side, he would need to wait about forty
minutes, but if he could hold out that long, then he was certain he would
emerge victorious.
With refreshed confidence, he returned to the attic with three fresh cups of
coffee. He handed them out to the three boys, who were now engrossed in their
video game.
"Oh, come on! I always have shit luck with these games!" Ryuji groaned. "I
swear, this effin' game is rigged." he muttered. In a haste, he shoved the
controller to Akechi. "Hey, you- roll for me, dude." he demanded.
"Why does it matter if I roll for you? These games function on a random number
generator, so it shouldn't truly make a difference." he explained, though
played Ryuji's turn for him nonetheless. Sure enough, Akechi rolled just the
number Ryuji needed.
"EFFIN'. RIGGED." Ryuji shouted in disbelief, taking the controller back.
Akira looked to Akechi once he was done assisting Ryuji. "For your next task…"
he paused, looking around the room. "How about dusting?" he suggested.
Admittedly, Akira suggested it purely because he'd been too busy (or perhaps
lazy) to do the task himself these past few weeks.
"Very well." Akechi said, seeing the duster atop one of the boxes on the shelf.
He set to work with this task, finding it simple and harmless enough. He could
tell Akira was exploiting the situation to get the task out of the way, and was
almost humored by it.
Once all of the shelves and furniture were out of the way, Akechi looked up to
see dust collecting between the rafters.
"There's a chair in the corner you can use as a stepping stool." Akira informed
him without even looking away from the TV screen. As Akechi stood atop the
chair, he kept feeling as though someone was watching him. However, every time
he looked down, all three boys were still paying full attention to the video
game. This is what it seemed like, at least. Akechi tried to ignore the feeling
and focused on cleaning out the rafters.
That is, until he caught the peeping Tom in his peripheral vision. His gaze
snapped downward just in time to lock eyes with Akira. Akechi's eyes widened,
though Akira simply looked away as if nothing had happened. 'Has he been
staring up my skirt?!' Akechi thought in shock. Embarrassed, he looked to the
nearest clock, seeing he still needed to endure another fifteen minutes of this
charade.
Stepping down from the chair, he put it back in the corner and approached the
couch. "I've finished the task." he announced to them. They looked up and
around, seeing that all of the dust that had been compiling was indeed gone.
"Damn, you actually did a good job." Ryuji remarked. Akechi was tempted to roll
his eyes, but maintain his self-control. He was quickly realizing that Ryuji
was his least favorite of the group, being such a vulgar and loud one. Then
again, the quiet smugness that Akira exuded was potentially more obnoxious to
him than the blonde's antics.
"What shall I do now?" Akechi asked, choosing to ignore Ryuji's comment.
"That's a good question. What say you, leader?" Yusuke turned to Akira for his
input.
"Come here." Akira motioned to Akechi; he couldn't quite read Akira's
expression, which was concerning to him. He approached, now standing in front
of Akira.
"Now what?" Akechi asked, unsure as to what was going to be asked of him.
"Get on your hands and knees." Akira commanded. Akechi was not the only one
astonished by this demand, as Ryuji nearly spat out his coffee and Yusuke
seemed to be taken aback.
"Dude, the eff are you doing?!" Ryuji exclaimed.
"I wanted a footrest." Akira said innocently, though the amused grin he wore
showed that he knew very well what the others thought he was insinuating.
"A footrest? Oh, I gotcha- geez, pick your damn words better! You practically
gave me an effin' heart attack." Ryuji sighed. Yusuke nodded, relieved that
things had not taken the turn he thought they were.
Even though the actuality of the situation was infinitely more tame than what
everyone thought Akira was suggesting, he was still humiliated to be told to
kneel on the ground and act as a footrest, of all things. Akechi clenched his
jaw, staring at Akira. Instead of saying anything in response, Akira simply
held up his phone, showing Akechi the screen as he scrolled through pictures of
him in the maid outfit. The last photo he showed, however, was one Akechi
didn't realize was taken. It was an upskirt shot from when he had been dusting.
Akechi's eyes widened, and he slowly got onto his hands and knees, staring at
the ground. After a moment, he felt Akira's feet rest on the small of his back.
He couldn't see the others, but he heard the snapping of cameras and the
snickering of each of them. Never in his life had he felt this level of
humiliation before.
"He makes quite the interesting piece of furniture." Yusuke remarked. "Is he at
all comfortable?" he asked, actually a bit curious.
"Want to try?" Akira offered. Yusuke paused, considering the offer. In the time
that Yusuke was deciding, Ryuji had already scooted closer to Akira, snickering
like an amused kid as he propped his bare feet onto Akechi's back.
"Could be better." Ryuji said definitively.
Akechi trembled slightly as he felt the additional weight on his back. He
wondered what time it was, seething with fury as he was used like an inanimate
item. To think that Akira had snapped those additional photos of him while he
was unaware only added fuel to the fire. 'Surely enough time has passed.' he
thought, incapable of waiting any longer.
"Say… do any of you need a refill of your coffee?" he asked, speaking up after
a few minutes of mortified silence.
"Mine's gone cold, actually." Ryuji said, lifting his feet off of Akechi. Akira
did the same so that he could get up.
"Allow me to reheat it, then." Akechi offered, quickly grabbing the half-full
cup. The critical moment was at hand, and he would waste no more time in
setting things into motion. In one fluid movement, he turned on his heel,
"tripping" and spilling the cold coffee down Akira's torso. Akechi gasped,
pretending to be shocked.
"Oh my goodness- I am so sorry!" he apologized frantically to a shocked Akira.
Ryuji jumped up, glad to find that none had gotten on him.
"Shit dude, what a klutz." Ryuji sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'll clean it up." Akechi promised. "Allow me." he added,
reaching to help Akira remove his shirt.
"I got this." Akira assured him, tossing the shirt into a hamper from where he
was sitting. He hoped the stain wouldn't set in too much, as he couldn't get it
to the laundromat until the next morning.
"No, no, I insist." Akechi persisted. The following few seconds went by in a
blur. One moment, Akechi was leaning over Akira and helping clean him up. The
next, Akechi had whipped his phone out of the skirt pocket, had his camera at
the ready, and reached for Akira's waistband, yanking down both his pants and
boxers. By the time Akira realized what was happening and kicked Akechi back,
the damage had been done.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL EFF, DUDE?!" Ryuji shouted, quickly averting his eyes when
Akira was exposed. Yusuke was dumbfounded as well, but was less averse to the
sight given he had normalized the human figure in his art studies. That being
said, he still knew the context of this situation gave the view a much
different meaning, and respectfully looked away.
Akechi flicked through the photos, his composure shattering into devilish grin.
He held up his phone, showing off the crystal clear shots of a soaked Akira
with everything on display.
"Oh my, and I thought the photos of me were bad. These are some truly
incriminating images, wouldn't you say?" Akechi mused. "Why, if these photos
were leaked and distributed… at the very least, it would help to overshadow
that criminal record of yours. Goodness, people may even forget about that
altogether if they saw these."
"This is some messed up shit." Ryuji muttered, glaring at Akechi. "All we did
was have you wear a dumb outfit. You're taking it way too damn far!" he
protested, though was ignored.
"What do you want?" Akira groaned, playing with his hair. "I'll delete the
pictures of you if that's what you're getting at."
"Oh, that's a start, certainly." Akechi agreed. "However, you'll have to do a
lot better than that to ensure that these stay private." he decided. "First and
foremost, I'll be changing back into my clothes. Then I'll decide what becomes
of you three."
Akechi paced to the shelf, retrieving his clothing so that he could finally
discard the atrocious maid uniform.
"Let me make one thing clear as we proceed." Akechi said, lips curling into a
mocking smile.
"As of right now, we're playing bymy rules."
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter still remained pretty clean, to my surprise. Looks like
     next chapter is when shit gets down and dirty. I wish Yusuke had more
     lines, but it just didn't seem to fit in the narrative? He's so much
     more softspoken when compared to Ryuji, and I feel like he just
     doesn't have that much to say in these situations. That being said,
     he's still very much there and going to be very much involved with
     what's about to go down.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Akira, Ryuji, and Yusuke were locked into expressions of abject shock while
Akechi changed back into his regular clothes. As he finished fastening the last
few buttons on his overcoat, he glanced to his three “teammates”.
 
“Oh? You all look quite distressed. Is something the matter?” Akechi asked in a
sickeningly sweet tone, before letting the facade fall to his sinister
pleasure. “Oh, wait, now I recall. As it stands, you three have found yourself
at my mercy due to your own juvenile prank gone horribly wrong.” he proceeded
to monologue, slipping on his black gloves. “In your silly attempt to humiliate
me, you three will become subject to degradation far beyond what you can even
fathom.”
 
As Akechi spoke, Ryuji grew progressively angrier, until he finally lunged
forward, gripping Akechi by the collar of his shirt. Their faces were inches
apart as the blonde glared with a mix of hate and ferocity.
 
“Look here you little shit- you’re taking this way outta hand! We were just
messin’ with you, and it’s not like we were ACTUALLY going to show those
pictures to anyone, for fuck’s sake!” the more Ryuji spoke, the more he
spiraled into rage. Akechi shook his head before reaching up with his phone. He
once again flashed one of the many pictures he’d recently gained of Akira.
Catching a glimpse of it, Ryuji blushed and dropped Akechi.
 
“Fuck, man- don’t make me look at that!” he protested, recoiling back.
 
“I didn’t think I was particularly unattractive…” Akira murmured, relatively
composed compared to Ryuji. The blonde whirled around, dumbstruck.
 
“What the hell, man? Now is not the time to be making jokes!” he groaned.
 
“Well, his codename is Joker.” Akechi pointed out, chuckling at his own
witticism.
 
“Did I ASK you?” Ryuji snapped back.
 
“That doesn’t particularly matter. In fact, we’re very much veering off topic.”
the detective noted. He then glanced at Yusuke. “You’ve been awfully quiet.
Granted, you typically aren’t as raucous as your friends. Perhaps you’re one of
the few in the group with any brain cells to spare.”
 
“I’m… at a bit of a loss for words.” Yusuke admitted, straining to keep a calm
tone. “This has escalated too far, don’t you think?”
 
“No, actually. I don’t think that at all.” Akechi laughed. “On the contrary,
it’s time we get started.” he declared.
 
“What do you have in mind?” Akira asked, feeling a nervous sweat forming at his
brow. He didn’t want to give Akechi the reaction that he craved, and took a
similar approach to Yusuke in attempting a level disposition.
 
“You seem awfully relaxed. I’ll be sure to fix that.” Akechi then tapped his
chin, appearing to be deeply considering something. Silence plagued the room,
with suspense eating away at the three boys awaiting their fates.
 
“I have a question, actually.” the detective spoke up after a minute or two.
“I’m quite certain you two are,” Akechi began, gesturing to Ryuji and Yusuke,
“but I’m curious as to whether or not you’re still a virgin, Akira.” he said
bluntly. The question was enough to make Ryuji choke on air while Akira
adjusted his glasses, avoiding eye contact.
 
“Can’t say I am.” he admitted, which warranted another grandiose reaction from
Ryuji.
 
“Wait, really?! But who-- hey, hold on a sec!” the blonde shifted gears mid-
thought, looking back at Akechi. “Why the hell are you sure that Yusuke and I
are? I mean, Yusuke probably is, so that’s a fair assumption, but-”
 
“Why does it matter if I am or not?” Yusuke interrupted, “I fail to see how
this topic is at all significant to the situation, nor do I see why it is
advantageous to be one or the other.”
 
“I redact my prior statement regarding your intelligence.” Akechi rolled his
eyes and shook his head. “You are just as clueless as the rest of your little
group. It seems as though I must spell out every little thing to the lot of
you.”
 
Akechi took a seat, cracking his neck while leaning back.
 
“Well, that’s enough chit chat- I’m growing rather impatient.” the brunette
looked across the room, a twisted grin forming at his lips. “Strip down, all of
you. Now.” he commanded.
 
“Come again?” Yusuke gasped, taken aback by such a request.
 
“What sort of fucked up shit are you planning?!” Ryuji demanded to know. “Like
hell I-” before Ryuji could continue protesting, the sound of Akira’s jeans
unzipping cut through the air. “Wait, you’re actually doing it?!”
 
“It doesn’t seem like we have much of a choice.” Akira shrugged. In the blink
of an eye, he was left in only his boxers. He looked to Akechi as if to ask a
question; immediately, the detective understand, snickering.
 
“Those too.” he answered the unspoken inquiry, and Akira nodded in response,
dipping his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers. Ryuji quickly turned away
before those were dropped. However, Yusuke was now in his line of sight,
unbuttoning his shirt.
 
“You too?!” Ryuji yelped. Yusuke looked at him helplessly as he neatly folded
his shirt and set it on the desk.
 
“Our leader has spoken; we don’t have much of a choice.” he said. His voice was
level and at a glance Yusuke looked to be composed, though his cheeks were
reddening by the moment while his hands visibly trembled. Ryuji looked away,
accidentally making eye contact with an amused Akechi. Wanting to scream, the
blonde hastily removed his shirt.
 
“This is so effed up.” he muttered through gritted teeth. He didn’t dare look,
but by the time he was left to his underwear, he could tell his two friends
beside him had long since discarded the entirety of their clothing.
 
“We’re waiting on you, Skull- or rather, numbskull.” Akechi tapped his watch
impatiently before once again chuckling at his own pun. Red in the face, Ryuji
indignantly tore off his boxers and chucked them across the room.
 
“There! Happy, you sick fuck?” Ryuji scowled.
 
“You have such a filthy mouth, you know.” Akechi scolded him. “Vulgar language
isn’t an adequate substitute for intelligent thought, you know.” Ryuji had
always annoyed him, being so volatile and chaotic. Although tormenting their
leader would set the tone quite nicely, his disdain drove him in a different
direction, instead deciding that he would first handle the blonde brute.
 
“I’ll use whatever effin’ language I want to.” Ryuji huffed.
 
“Is that so? Well, I certainly can’t stop you, but surely you know the timeless
consequence of a foul mouth.” he hinted. When Ryuji hadn’t caught on, Akechi
sighed, shaking his head in annoyance.
 
“What? Do you expect me to have a bar of soap laying around or something?”
Akira spoke up, having been able to follow the joke.
 
“At least one of you isn’t too braindead to follow along.” Akechi said dryly.
“Regardless, I had figured we would be without that component. Thus, we’ll need
to clean Ryuji’s mouth out with something else.”
All three of the stripped subjects understood exactly what he meant, and for
once, Ryuji was speechless. The expressions on their faces sent Akechi into a
fit of depraved enjoyment. He howled with laughter, taking a moment to rein
himself back in. Still snickering, he pointed at Yusuke.
 
“You seem like one to pride yourself on hygiene, yes? So you can be the one to
show Ryuji the repercussions of a foul tongue.” he declared. Yusuke’s eyes
widened in astonishment.
 
“P...pardon?” he responded, the artist’s voice barely audible.
 
“I’m sure you heard me.” Akechi retorted. “Now, why don’t you take a seat and
get comfortable?” Akechi insisted, motioning towards the couch in the room.
“You should be thanking me. After all, this seems to be a situation that favors
you quite nicely, yes?”
 
Yusuke said nothing; he could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he made
his way across the room. He dared not look towards Ryuji as he nervously sat
down, biting his lower lip. The more discomfort Yusuke expressed, the more joy
it brought Akechi.
 
“Good, good. Now go ahead and spread your legs, Yusuke. As for you, Ryuji, I
think you know what you will be doing.” Akechi stood and grabbed Ryuji by the
hair, yanking him to the couch.
 
“FUCK! Shit, that hurts- let go of my hair you effin’ sicko!” Ryuji shouted,
staggering across the room while caught in Akechi’s grip. “This isn’t funny,
you fuckin’ sicko-” Ryuji was cut off mid-sentence as he was shoved to the
ground.
 
“Shut up. I’ve had enough of your constant yipping.” Akechi snarled, his voice
suddenly deep and cold. “You’re the most obnoxious of the bunch. The first time
I met you, I knew you would be the one to get on my every last nerve, and I
wasn’t wrong in the slightest. It’s about damn time that I put you in your
place.”
 
Akechi kept a firm grip on Ryuji’s hair as he spoke, before violently forcing
the blonde’s face into Yusuke’s crotch. Ryuji shut his eyes tightly, feeling
his friend’s length pressed against his cheek.
 
This sudden contact sent a shiver through Yusuke’s body, causing his hips to
buck forward involuntarily. The movement further buried Ryuji’s face between
his legs. Such a sight brought a look of debauched joy to Akechi’s face. He
stood tall, placing his foot on Ryuji’s bare back. The brunette dug his heel
into the small of Ryuji’s back, making it impossible for Ryuji to pull away.
 
“That’s it- get your face in it. You better learn to like it, because this is
just the beginning.” he warned. Akechi glanced at Yusuke, seeing that the
artist had his eyes shut tight and was biting his lower lip so hard that it
nearly began to draw blood.
 
“Why so tense? Come on now, enjoy yourself.” Akechi taunted, rhythmically
pushing Ryuji forward. The sensation of grinding on his friend’s face was
unbearably pleasurable to Yusuke, and he tried to hold back from showing this.
He couldn’t hide it for long, though. Suddenly, Ryuji yelped, unsuccessfully
trying to pull away.
 
“F-fuck-- Yusuke, what the fucking--” Ryuji gasped, his voice muffled. He could
feel that the artist getting excited, whether he could help it or not. Not only
was he now being shoved against an erection, but he felt something damp
smearing onto his face as well.
 
“I’m so sorry- please forgive me!” Yusuke moaned, realizing that he was seeping
pre-ejaculate all over the blonde. “I can’t stop it- I’m s-so sorry!” he
continued to pant.
 
Akira watched with wide eyes, having been allowed to stay out of this
interaction thus far. Akechi would give him his turn eventually; patience was a
virtue, after all.
 
“Enough cockteasing, Ryuji. Can’t you see you’re practically torturing Yusuke?”
Akechi said, sadistic glee dripping from each word. “He still needs to clean
your mouth out, remember?”
 
Ryuji dared not open his mouth, no matter how much he wanted to scream at
Akechi. He refused. Akechi saw this resistance and sighed.
 
“You never learn.” he mused, bending over with his foot still on Ryuji’s back.
“There’s no point in making us do this the hard way.” Akechi pointed out as he
reached forward and plugged Ryuji’s nose. The blonde immediately yearned for
air, face darkening past red and closer to hues of violet.
 
“You’ll have to open up eventually.” Akechi murmured, waiting for him to give.
 
The detective was correct, as Ryuji couldn’t hold his breath much longer. He
sputtered and gasped, desperately submitting to his need to breathe. This was
the opening Akechi needed to force Yusuke’s erection into the blonde’s mouth.
Ryuji felt dizzy as the oxygen slowly returned to his brain, and he found
himself unable to resist any further. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tasted
the saltiness of Yusuke’s erection, but he had lost the energy to try and fight
it.
 
Yusuke’s eyes opened wide and rolled back as he felt himself inside of Ryuji’s
mouth. He had never felt such a sensation, and it caused his lips to part and
let out a ragged moan.
 
“See? I told you it would be quite a wonderful experience for you.” Akechi
reminded the artist.
 
A mix of pleasure and shame coursed through Yusuke’s veins. The stronger the
pleasure, the more potent the guilt that wracked him. By reflex, his hips had
started rocking in a steady motion. Ryuji had no choice but to accept it,
massaging Yusuke’s shaft with his tongue as it pumped in and out of his mouth.
 
“This is just rich- oh! I almost forgot…” Akechi snickered and took his phone
out, snapping plenty of incriminating pictures. “I can’t imagine you having
much of a reputation, Ryuji- Yusuke, however… I wonder what would become of the
dignified and composed Yusuke Kitagawa, apprentice of the once-famous Madarame,
if such images were distributed around the prestigious Kosei high school.”
 
Saliva trailed out of the corners of Yusuke’s agape mouth as he helplessly
listened to Akechi tease such a humiliating possibility. His mind was racing,
unable to focus as the pleasure built up within him. Ryuji fought for air
between each thrust, grunting and gasping with his head in Yusuke’s crotch.
 
It was unavoidable; it was too much. Yusuke knew it was about to happen, and
desperately tried to pull out of Ryuji. Akechi would allow no such thing,
instead pinning Yusuke in place.
 
“Now, now. Don’t ruin the moment.” Akechi sneered. “You’re going to let him
have it.” he glanced at Ryuji, who was just now understanding what was
happening.
 
“No, please-” Yusuke couldn’t finish his sentence. He was filled with a
tingling sensation, like lightning rippling through his veins. “I- I-” he
whimpered, crumpling forward as he came.
 
Ryuji’s tasted the cum as it filled his mouth. It was salty and thick; he
wanted to gag and spit it out, but there was no chance of pulling away.
Instead, his only option was to drink it up. He could feel the warm substance
sliding down his throat. His eyes welled up with tears, but he refused to cry.
The blonde didn’t want to give Akechi the satisfaction of seeing his tear-
stained face.
 
Once Yusuke finished, his body relaxed, and he collapsed backwards into the
couch. Akechi lifted his foot, and Ryuji finally was able to recoil, sputtering
and coughing as he sprang back. When he looked at Yusuke, the artist stared
back weakly.
 
“I’m… I’m so sorry.” Yusuke whimpered. “Never in my life have I been so
undignified and vulgar. Please… forgive me.” his voice was filled with shame.
 
“Why the hell are YOU apologizing!?” Ryuji snapped, looking away as he wiped
his face. “This sick fuck,” he gestured towards Akechi, “is the reason this
fucked up shit is happening!”
 
“So you didn’t learn?” Akechi mused. “Still spry as ever… how annoying.” he
rolled his eyes. “Looks like I’ll have to push you even harder for round two.”
 
“Round two?” Ryuji echoed, his voice suddenly quiet.
 
“Well, of course. Didn’t I tell you earlier? We’re just getting started. Akira
hasn’t even gotten to participate yet.” he pointed out. He leaned towards
Ryuji, eyes narrowing as he smiled cruelly. “You three will keep bending to my
every whim for as long as it takes for me to be satisfied. I want to make sure
you are so humiliated that you can never forget it.”
 
Akechi then stepped back, roaring with laughter. With a crazed look in his
eyes, he glanced around the room, plotting all the ways in which he could play
with his new toys.
Chapter End Notes
     Well, it's been a few months, but I couldn't just leave this story
     be. There's just so much kinky sex to be had, so here I am with a new
     chapter.
     I have no idea how long this will be, but each "round" will be a
     chapter because I do not have the self-control to wait and publish
     stories as one long chapter or whatever.
     Your feedback is what inspires me to keep on writing this, so let me
     know how I did on this! We can all be sinners together in this.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Yusuke had never been so embarrassed in all his life. No amount of reassurance
from Ryuji could erase the shame that now engulfed him.
 
‘How am I to even begin to apologize? It wasn’t as though it was of my own
volition, though I still… defiled him.’ even in his thoughts, Yusuke couldn’t
bear to think of the details as to what happened. Worse yet, Akechi had made it
clear that this wasn’t the end to the night’s “activities”. Guilt, dread,
shame, trepidation- the varying emotions swarmed the artist’s mind, and his
expression became frozen in a somber despondence.
 
Meanwhile, Ryuji was trying to ignore the sour taste in his mouth. Part of him
wanted to ask for a drink a of water, but a combination of his own pride in
addition to the certainty that Akechi would deny his request anyways prevented
him from even trying. There was one thought that Ryuji couldn’t shake; a
thought that wasn’t inherently troubling, though was upsetting because of what
it implied.
 
“So, then, Skull,” Akechi spoke up, “How does it taste? I’m hoping that Fox was
able to clean you out quite thoroughly. At least, I would hope so, given how
spent he looks at the moment.” he motioned to the still-detached Yusuke. Ryuji
winced at such a question; this was exactly what he had been trying not to
think about. He scowled at Akechi, refusing to give an answer.
 
‘How the hell am I supposed to answer a fuckin' question like that?’ he
thought, gritting his teeth in frustration. It would have been easy for him to
snap back in disgust, if it weren’t for how terrible of a liar he was. And that
was where the upsetting issue surfaced: the problem wasn’t how bad Yusuke
tasted… it was that Yusuke didn’t taste bad. And Ryuji did not want to think
about that, or the implications that came with dwelling on how “not bad” his
teammate's cum tasted.
 
“Well this is a new development.” Akechi gasped in faux surprise. “Perhaps I’ve
finally found an effective way of shutting you up.”
 
Akira was admittedly taken aback when Ryuji didn’t give a retort. As the
evening had evidenced thus far, his teammate often couldn’t help but talk back,
even when he knew better.
 
“See, even Akira is shocked.” Akechi pointed out, taunting Ryuji. He knew that
the blonde’s resolve to stay quiet couldn’t be that strong, and so the
detective took it upon himself to find his breaking point. Ryuji didn’t take
the bait, though; he simply glared back.
 
“Oh, so now you’re going to attempt the silent treatment? That’s awfully
boring.” Akechi frowned briefly, before his mocking smile returned. “Or is this
your way of finally submitting to me? After all, the last time you spoke out of
turn, you had your face filled with Yusuke’s--”
 
“Shut your fucking mouth!” Ryuji snapped before Akechi could finish, face
burning red.
 
“It seems as though you’re still maintaining that defiant front after all.”
Akechi mused.
 
“You just- dammit, you didn’t need to say that shit is all.” Ryuji muttered,
gaze shifting down at the floor.
 
“Whatever do you mean? What did I not need to say?~” he taunted in a singsong
tone. The more discomfort Ryuji expressed, the more Akechi intended to milk the
topic. He found such a depraved pleasure in making him squirm- this would ring
true for any of the three victims in the room. The Phantom Thieves had been
nothing but a headache for the detective ever since they gained popularity;
with all the grief they’d been causing him, how could he not relish in the
opportunity to personally torment them in the most intimate of ways?
 
Ryuji fell silent again, which Akechi took as an invitation to keep talking.
 
“Was there something you didn’t want to hear? Regardless, that’s no excuse for
interrupting someone.” he condescendingly chided the blonde. “Ironically, I was
discussing the consequences of interjecting when you did just that. It almost
gives me the impression that you want to have your mouth stuffed with cock
again, actually.”
 
“F-fuck no! That’s--” Ryuji sputtered.
 
“It looks like I touched a nerve. Are you, perhaps, in denial?” Akechi’s eyes
looked almost crazed as he soaked up Ryuji’s reaction. This only prompted him
to continue. “That’s it, isn’t it? You squirmed and sputtered, but that was an
act. The truth of the matter is that you rather enjoyed having a dick shoved in
your mouth. So much so, that now you’re struggling to conceal the fact that
you’re turned on. That’s why you’ve had your hands folded in your lap all this
time, right?”
 
It was a bit surreal to hear Akechi saying something so vulgar, given how
eloquently and formally he always spoke. That aside, the leader of the Phantom
Thieves couldn’t help but look at Ryuji, only to notice that the blonde indeed
maintained an odd posture. He was on his knees, slightly hunched over, with his
hands folded over his crotch- just like Akechi had noted.
 
Upon being called out on his position, Ryuji’s eyes widened and he vigorously
shook his head.
 
“NO!F-FUCK NO! Don’t even go there!” he shouted, loud enough that it roused
Yusuke from his stupor. Now, all eyes were on Ryuji.
 
“Prove it, then.” Akechi said simply. “Move your hands.”
 
“What the-- why should I have to? Didja think of the possibility that I just
don’t want you starin’ at my dick?” Ryuji countered defensively.
 
“Don’t flatter yourself. I couldn’t muster the desire to if I tried. So if you
want to prove me wrong, simply move your hands for a moment and we’ll all see
the truth.”
 
Ryuji was running out of excuses. Akechi wouldn’t drop the subject, and there
was no way he could let everyone see the mortifying truth.
 
“Fine. Be that way. Though let the record reflect that I gave you a chance to
do this the easy way.” Akechi shrugged before pacing up to Ryuji. In the blink
of an eye, he raised his heel, forcefully kicking the boy in the chest and
sending him backward. In an effort to catch himself against the wood flooring,
Ryuji reflexively moved his hands, revealing everything.
 
Deranged laughter erupted from Akechi, echoing through the musty room.
 
“This is rich! Yusuke, it looks like Ryuji enjoyed your dick a lot more than he
let on.” Akechi sneered. Yusuke froze, dumbstruck.
 
“That’s not it- it’s just cold as shit in here, that’s all!” Ryuji protested,
scrambling to cover himself up again.
 
“Enough with the pitiful lies. There’s no point in denying it any further.”
Akechi crouched down, grabbing Ryuji by the hair and pulling his face close.
“Just admit it- you got turned on by sucking his dick.” Akechi forced the
blonde’s head to look in Yusuke’s direction. “Tell him.”
 
“What?! What do you mean- fucking hell, let go of my hair, will ya?! That shit
hurts!”
 
Yusuke stared at Ryuji; still in a state of abject shock, he spoke without
thinking.
 
“Is it… is it true that you enjoyed it?” the artist’s voice was quiet as he
tried to comprehend the possibility.
 
“You too?! Dammit, don’t listen to Akechi, he’s just making shit up!”
 
Yusuke didn’t know what to believe. He glanced at Ryuji’s erection, then to
Akechi, then to the spectating Akira, who was admittedly curious as to how this
would pan out. In a way, Akira was growing numb to the oddities of the evening,
though that was partially due to his lack of involvement thus far. Akechi
followed Yusuke’s gaze, also noticing Akira.
 
“You look a bittoo comfortable over there, Joker.” Akechi kept a firm grip on
Ryuji as he spoke. “I think it’s about time you receive your share, so you can
make yourself useful by helping Ryuji atone for his egregious lying.”
 
Akechi motioned for him to join the group by the couch, and Akira stood.
However, he was given one more command before he could make his way toward the
others.
 
“Wait- I need you to bring something with you, first.” Akechi instructed. He
looked around Akira’s room, unsure as to where it would be kept… but he was
certain that he had it. “I’m going to say with certainty that you own
lubricant. We’ll be needing that.” Akira nodded, making a beeline for a large
cardboard box stuffed onto a shelf. It was stuffed with various outfits and
even a few blank cards, though towards the bottom was a well-hidden bottle of
lube.
 
“You’re having him grab WHAT?! Why the hell do we need something like that?”
Ryuji demanded to know, still wriggling in pain from Akechi’s firm grip on his
hair.
 
“What kind of person do you take me for? I’m not a monster, you know.” Akechi
insisted.
 
“You definitely would have made us do it without if I didn’t have any.” Akira
pointed out bluntly, setting down the bottle next to the detective.
 
“Who, me? I would NEVER.” Akechi pretended to be offended, though the
bespectacled boy was indeed right. Thankfully for everyone involved, such a
timeline would not come to fruition thanks to Akira’s healthy appetite for
masturbation.
 
Ryuji wasn’t dumb. He could put together the pieces, though he didn’t want to.
Yusuke had figured it out too by this point, and now that everyone was on the
same page it was simply a matter of who would be playing which role in Akechi’s
newest whim.
 
With a bit of shoving, Ryuji was forced onto his hands and knees, his face once
again inches from Yusuke’s crotch.
 
“No-- Akechi, for fuck’s sake, not again--” the blonde’s heart raced as he
broke into a disjointed pleading.
 
“Don’t get your hopes up.” Akechi jeered. “This is simply the view you’re
getting while the main event actually happens.” he explained, then looked to
Akira. “You know your role in this, don’t you? I would think I wouldn’t have to
explain further.”
 
“I understand.” Akira responded, standing on his knees behind Ryuji. He didn’t
protest or object- he knew that would only bring further enjoyment to his
tormentor. As it stood, he believed the most effective way to get through this
was to follow Akechi’s orders while giving him as little of a reaction as
possible. Akira then reached down for the bottle of lube, squeezing it into his
palms. He rubbed his hands together to warm it before stroking it onto his own
length.
 
Ryuji tried to discern what was happening based on sound alone, as he couldn’t
see his teammate behind him. He glanced up slightly, finding that Yusuke was
staring down at him.
 
“What the- don’t stare at me like this, man! I can’t believe…. I’m sorry… this
is so effin’ messed up…” Ryuji stammered, momentarily forgetting about Akira.
 
“My apologies. I wasn’t trying to stare, though it’s difficult not to, given
that I can feel your breath on me.” Yusuke began to explain in an embarrassed
whisper.
 
“Fuck- dammit, I- I mean, shit.” Ryuji inhaled sharply, trying to hold his
breath. This didn’t last long, as Akira bent over Ryuji, his lips nearly
brushing against the blonde’s ear. In actuality, Akira did this so he could
speak quietly without Akechi hearing, though the sudden closeness sent a shiver
through Ryuji and forced a startled exhale. Yusuke stifled a gasp from the
feeling of hot breath against his shaft.
 
“I need you to relax as best as you can. This is probably going to feel tight
and uncomfortable for a minute, but I’m going to try and go as slowly as I can,
okay? And… I’m sorry.” Akira whispered before lifting his head just slightly
and placing his hands on Ryuji’s hips.
 
“Wait wha- F-FUCK!” Ryuji’s voice cut in a sharp yelp as he felt a sudden
pressure on his ass, and in an instant it was as though he’d had the wind
knocked out of him. His arms buckled, faceplanting him into the couch between
Yusuke’s legs before he hastily picked himself back up with quivering hands.
Instead of subsiding, this pressure intensified, and Akira let out a slow groan
as he slid his cock inside of Ryuji.
 
Akechi knelt down, sneering at Ryuji’s expression.
 
“Y-you sick fuck…” Ryuji spat through gritted teeth, trying not to make too
much noise. The sensation of Akira being inside of him was indescribable; as
Akechi had deduced earlier, Ryuji was a virgin up until this point. He
certainly didn’t expect his first time to be with his best friend, or a guy at
all. That was the least of his worries at the moment, though.
 
“You brought this upon yourself. As a man of justice, I simply can’t tolerate
lying.” Akechi explained with a contemptuous smile.
 
“Justice? Yeah freakin’ right you son of a b- F-FUCK!AKIRA!” Ryuji suddenly
screamed as a new sensation abruptly rippled through him. Akira, who had been
slowly putting more of his length in, had found Ryuji’s prostate. It was
jarring and unlike anything he could even fathom, but an involuntary moan gave
away that it was far from something negative.
 
Now that Akira had found the right spot, he began to move his hips, pushing his
cock in and out at a steady pace. For a while now he had noticed his own dick
becoming erect, though he considered it inevitable. It was only natural, given
the circumstances.
 
The two sank into a sort of rhythm, as if they were the only two in the room.
Akechi and Yusuke watched in fascination, neither ever having seen such a
spectacle in person. It almost made Akechi forget about his role in the entire
scenario, and for a while, he became engrossed in the sight before him.
 
Without saying a word, Akira slid his hips forward until they touched Ryuji’s
ass, completely filling him up. The blonde arched his back, panting softly. The
quick breaths were stimulating Yusuke with each burst of warm air, though
Ryuji’s mind was too preoccupied with pleasure to notice anymore.
 
“Does it feel good?” a voice spoke up between grunts and moans.
 
Ryuji hadn’t expected Akira to ask him that. Of course, it DID feel good-
amazing, actually. There was no hiding it. Absorbed in the sensation of Akira
thrusting in and out of him, he nodded his head.
 
“I want… I want to hear you say it.” Akira’s had a breathy tone, with it
clearly being hard for him to speak in the middle of such satisfaction. This
gave it an almost hypnotic quality, in addition to the steady bucking of his
hips. By this point, Ryuji was entranced.
 
“Akira… I… it feels good. This feels good, dammit.” the blonde moaned.
 
Yusuke was squirming in his seat, bewildered as he watched Ryuji’s expression.
There was a dazed look in his eyes; his lips were parted and his tongue stuck
out just slightly. It made him well up with a sudden desire, a desire to be a
part of the ecstasy that Ryuji and Akira were sharing.
 
It looked so tantalizing, not even Akechi was immune to the allure. The
detective could have never predicted such a turn of events. Perhaps they had
all finally succumbed to the atmosphere, or maybe it was getting so late in the
night that their judgement was faded. Regardless of the cause, there was a
hunger that needed to be sated.
 
“I hope you two don’t expect to have all the fun to yourselves.” Akechi spoke
up at last.
Chapter End Notes
     I just want to say that I read each and every comment I get on my
     writing, and it means the world to me when y'all show your support
     and enjoyment for what I do. I hit major writer's block over the past
     month or so, and part of what inspired me to work through it was some
     comments I read. I figure this series will get one more chapter,
     unless I decide to do a quick epilogue or something.
     Not gonna lie, it's weird not having Yusuke be much of a main
     character this chapter. He's my favorite so I'm 100% biased to want
     to focus on him, but Ryuji ended up being the main target this time
     around. As an aside, the reason Akechi is focusing more on Ryuji than
     Akira (even though Akira/Akechi is a way more popular ship, I know)
     is because Ryuji gives Akechi way more of a reaction, and Akechi is a
     sick fuck who wants the people he torments to give him a reaction.
     Oops.
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