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[gatazoyaoi]

[ryokentiddies]

AiRyo 

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[meimikana]

AiRyo smut written for a poor friend suffering from watching a really bad movie. Hints of aiballshipping and datastormshipping and a touch of dubcon.

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"This is what you want, isn't it?"

Ryoken bit his bottom lip as the limbs wrapped around him tightened even further in accompaniment to the laughter ringing in his ears. He would not give the Dark Ignis the satisfaction of an answer, certainly not with words, but they both knew the truth of it. He wanted… very many things from Fujiki Yusaku, things he would never admit to. Things he didn't deserve. Things he would never deserve. Everytime they met, he always worried endlessly at possibly slipping up, at letting his weakness for the other boy show through, which was why he was so abrupt, so scathing whenever they talked. He couldn't be friends with Fujiki. He didn't want to be friends with Fujiki. He wanted much, much more than that.

But, despite his many failings, his acting job had been superb for every meeting, as evidenced by Fujiki keeping his distance. Which was good. It was for the best. He had no right to be in Fujiki's life, he'd just ruin it all over again. Best to stay away.

Unfortunately, the Dark Ignis was a lot more observant than he'd given the creature credit for. He'd known SOL Tech's new line of robotics was an utter mistake, that he'd end up with more headaches to deal with than he could possibly fathom, but his current predicament was not one that he could have dreamed up even in his wildest nightmares.

Ryoken swallowed hard as something slithered around his cock even as a hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back. The hologram projector in the current stock of SOLtis should not be this advanced, not enough to create real tactile objects, but trust the Dark Ignis to customize one as it saw fit. "Tsk tsk, Revolver, you should know better than to ignore me. You wouldn't be in this position if you hadn't."

…True. He hadn't thought much of Ai. He'd known the Ignis was dangerous, all of them were, but not to this degree, not to this level of… perversion. Another thing slithered across his bare chest as artificial fingers tweaked at one of his nipples and he couldn't help the startled, stuttered sound that crawled its way out of his throat.

"It's all right, you can be honest with me," the Ignis purred as more things slithered up and down his back while others pulled his thighs apart. "I know what you want from him. What you really want."

Ryoken stopped breathing altogether at that. No. No, he wasn't that transparent… Was he?

The fingers loosened in his hair, only to deliver a soft, condescending little pat to his smarting scalp. "You want him to do this to you. Well, not with the tentacles, but I'm taking creative liberty here, but everything else? Oh, you want it so bad." Ryoken shivered, and he couldn't really say whether it was from those words, or whether it was the slick something teasing at his ass. He should protest. This wasn't… This wasn't something he wanted. Not from the Ignis. Not… Not really.

…But he did, didn't he? The Dark Ignis wasn't Fujiki, but it had been made from him. It was a part of him… That… That was enough. It would be enough.

"You want him to hold you down, just~like~this," the Dark Ignis cackled, its tentacles wrapping around him even more, as another slick one joined the other probing at his ass and pushed inside. Artificial teeth nipped at his earlobe as he was split open in a way that was too much but also not enough. It would never be enough. It wasn't- "You want him to take everything he wants from you, everything you have, everything you are, until you're just the most beautiful mess, all breathless and limp and spent."

Ryoken almost choked himself to keep from making anymore sounds, but it was already too late. It had always been too late. Ai was right. He did want that. He just… hadn't ever deserved it. It had always been a dream beyond his grasp. And as the Dark Ignis started up a punishing rhythm that set his very nerves on fire, Ryoken supposed this was about as close as he'd ever get, which was why he hadn't really fought the little kidnapping attempt once he'd realized what this particular SOLtis actually housed.

"Well, don't worry, precious," Ai hummed in satisfaction, running its fingers through his hair in what felt like an almost reverent touch, "I'm going to do that to you and more. You're not even going to be able to walk when I'm done with you." And as the tentacles fucked him even harder, Ryoken could easily believe that. But it was the following statement that finally sent a slither of dread snaking up his spine. "I'm sick of watching you run away from him."

No, that wasn't-

"My Yusaku gets what he wants, Revolver," Ai stated matter of factly as the fingers petting his hair gripped him painfully again, nails digging into his scalp this time. "And he certainly wants you, so you he will most certainly have."

There was a heavy pause then, as if the damned thing was thinking about what it had just said. Why-

"Once I'm done with you anyway."

Oh.

Fuck.

That… That was not good at all, but there was absolutely nothing Ryoken could do about it now. He had barely put up a fight, too entranced by the possibility of his fantasies playing out with something of Fujiki. And god, the Ignis might be as far from human as he'd always believed, but the damned thing knew how to fuck, and how to fuck well. Somehow. And yes, Ryoken was fucked. In more ways than one.

If the Dark Ignis followed through… If Fujiki took him too…

He would never be able to say no again.

Which is probably what it wanted.

[chancellorxofxtrash]

speaking my lesson from the brain

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! VRAINS Pairing: Yusaku Fujiki/Ai/Ryoken Kogami

A callous comment sends Haru on a mission to prove himself and he actually manages to kidnap Playmaker - but without Ai. So now Revolver and Ai have to team up to save him, obviously.

Neither of them expect this teaming up to last long, especially when they manage to save Yusaku, but maybe, just maybe, all of them have a lot to learn.

Read on AO3

[nyandestar]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ryoken and Ai kiss and make up.

quick piuship for my friend imen on twitter!

[imaginarystormz]

Linkuriboh phone

[incorrect-vrains-quotes]

How about Piushipping with Human Ai? All or as many as you feel like

12. Who is smol/ Who is tol?

Ai is the tol and Ryoken is the smol

20. Who is dominant/ Who is submissive?

Ai is dominant and Ryoken is submissive owu

48. Who loses stuff?

Ai lmao

- Mod Playmaker

[incorrect-vrains-quotes]

Ryoken/Ai + Twilight

requests: still open

   Ai nestled in Ryoken’s hair. Ryoken didn’t mind. It was a strange place for the creature but the creature was strange and so was. He took a sip from his vending machine soft drink. It tasted metallic; having sat in the cool and tin too long but he didn’t mind.

   Together, he and Ai watched the twilight unfold on the ocean. It was a particularly violent looking sunset tonight. The orange was burnt; the violet was bruised, but a glow was beginning to rise on the sea where it otherwise should have darkened like wine. Ryoken could feel it in the air: so salted and murky with all the abominations of modern life. There was going to be a Stardust Road tonight.

   The perfect send off, really, but Ryoken didn’t know if Ai wanted to think about that. But, it had to be asked so as he lowered his can from his mouth, his lips parted and with a carbonated voice, he asked: “Are the preparations alright?”

   Ai squawked over such a question. It seemed simple enough but it had him thrashed on top of Ryoken’s crown. Grasping and grappling with his hair, hurting him slightly but not enough to elicit more than a weak frustration from Ryoken.

   “That useless, huh?” Ryoken murmured and laughed. 

   “i’m not useless. I just... have very niche uses instead.” Ai huffed.

   “Whatever you say, Ignis.” Ryoken said.

   “But yeah... Everything’s going to plan. The Cyberse World will be up and running soon. I’ll literally be out of your hair quite soon.” Ai replied and he sounded depressed by that.

   “You’re going to miss me?” Ryoken asked, snarky.

   “Of course. Who else’s arm can I bite off?” Ai replied, equally sardonic.

   A twitch ran over Ryoken’s mouth. Perhaps it was a laugh or a smile, perhaps it was a sob. He wasn’t sure.

   “Live well, Ignis.” Ryoken told him. “It’s what we all want, I think.”

   “Only if you take your own advice.” Ai said.

   Ryoken snickered and he took another drink. He was going to miss these sorts of exchanges once Ai - and the other Ignis - left and left for good this time.