summary: Arata just wanted to get his sketchbook back. He wasn't suppose to see 'Mikoto' like this. And here Arata was... Being used as stress relief.
word count: 843 words 4,751 characters
a/n: this fic was based off of the prompt list by @/sennamybeloved! you can check out the prompt list here. this is also my first time writing something um... smutty-ish so yeah. there is tongue. 👍this also might be ooc for john ummm but we'll see ggggggg
tagging: @mukuberry
John hoped nobody was around at this time of night for Mikoto's sake. He was covered in blood, from his face all the way to his shoes. He'd make a mental note to wash his clothes thoroughly so Mikoto wouldn't suspect anything. John figured as long it was for Mikoto, as long as he was helping Mikoto, what he doing was good. He'd do anything for Mikoto.
John unlocked the door, shuffling in a zombie-like manner as he entered the apartment. He rubbed his eyes, groaning as he looked ahead of him towards Mikoto's room. But... Something about it was off.
"...The door's open." John mumbled to himself, sighing heavily as he slinged the bat over his shoulder like it was a bag. All he wanted to do was to clean up and rest, but he knew he had to protect Mikoto. John walked slowly over to the door, peeking through the crack.
What he saw was a brunette holding a sketchbook, a majority of his body being covered with the oversized black jacket he was wearing. John felt like the man was familiar to him, but he couldn't think of why. He nudge the door open, allowing him to get closer to the other man. The door squeaked as the brunette turned around.
"...M-Mikoto?" The man dropped the sketchbook onto the ground as he backed up into Mikoto's bed, speaking in a shaky voice. Arata, at least that's what John thought his name was, covered himself with his arms. Almost as if he was shielding himself from John. Not that it would do much against a bat. His arms would probably break if anything.
"Arata, right?" John tilted his head, giving the painter a judgmental glare.
"..Y-Yeah? What are you.. W-Why are you holding... that?" He'd point to the bloody bat in 'Mikoto's' hands.
John paused for a moment before dropping the bat onto the ground, "You didn't come along with anyone, did you, Arata?"
Arata would shake his head, still clinging onto the sketchbook. "A-Are you okay, Mii-kun? You're all... um, r-red?"
John paused. Right. He doesn't know that John exists. He doesn't know about the things John has done for Mikoto. He doesn't know about the fact that John would kill for Mikoto. That's right. Arata wouldn't know anything about that.
"You know... You kind of piss me off." John walked closer to Arata, staring the man down as he noticed the brunette squirming around. "The fact you think you're so close to Mikoto, while I have to deal with all the stress in his life. Really pisses me off."
"I-I'm sorry about that, Mikoto... I r-really wish I c-could help but.. I should probably g-go now..." Arata felt his breath quicken as John kneeled in front of Arata. The ombre haired man put his hand on Arata's cheek, rubbing it gently and staining it with blood. Mikoto would've done that to comfort Arata, that's what John thought. Mikoto's touch made Arata calmer. If Arata was calm, he wouldn't tell about tonight.
"Maybe you can, but.. Ah, I don't know if you're up to it." John gave a dry laugh, almost mocking Arata a little.
"...A-Anything you need, Mikoto, I'll try and give it to you. I promise, I want to help." Arata would look up at 'Mikoto.'
John stared into Arata's blue eyes for a while, moving his hand towards Arata's lips. He'd rub them slightly, staining them with the blood that hadn't dried. The color almost made it look like lipstick adorned Arata's lips. Almost, John thought to himself. He'd lean close to the brunette, moving his hand to caress Arata's face as he kissed Arata aggressively.
The painter's eyes would widen, wrapping his arms around 'Mikoto' as they kissed. John's grip on Arata tightened as he wanted to feel more. He pull away for a moment, letting Arata breath before slipping his tongue into Arata's mouth. A slight whimper emitted from Arata as he felt 'Mikoto's' tongue in his mouth. His hands gripped tightly onto 'Mikoto's' clothes, tugging on them slightly as Arata could felt himself get heated just from the kissing. Just then, John pulled away, chuckling to himself slightly.
"Heh... Fuck, Arata, you feel pretty good... Wonder if this is what Mikoto feels." John would mumble into Arata's neck, making the shorter man blush heavily.
"I... W-Well... Um... Did I help?" Arata asked in a soft voice, putting a hand in John's hair.
"...Hell, I guess you did... You should stay here for a while, okay? We wouldn't want anything to happen to you." John spoke, attempting to convince Arata to stay.
The freckled man stared at 'Mikoto' for a moment before nodding his head, smiling softly as he silently agreed with him.
"..Good boy." John grinned slightly, wrapping arms around Arata like he was caging him. In a way, John got what he wanted. Arata never told anyone about the night that happened. John could still protect Mikoto. Most importantly, both men could still be in Mikoto's life. Whether he knew it or not.
