An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 4 Summary:
“Nah, Beckman ain’t Hisui’s brother.” Lucky Roo’s smile was sharp, all teeth. “He pretty much raised Hisui himself, so ‘dad’ would be a more accurate title.”
Tomoki squashed down a grimace. Once Beck — or Beckman, whatever he was called — either heard about or saw the recording, Tomoki expected he’d be hunted down and pumped full of lead.
“Beckman?” Iori-san said with a stiff, almost nervous edge to his voice. “You don’t mean Benn Beckman? Of the Akagami group?”
“Yep,” Yasopp said, an amused grin stretching across his face. “You should’ve done some investigating, before choosing to coerce Akagami no Shanks’s little brother into shooting a porn video.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Warning: Mostly explicit sex scene with Tomoki and Hisui.
If you made it this far, you know it's yaoi. Stop here if you don't want to read a sex scene, and skip to the next chapter once it's posted.
Chapter 3 Summary: Red really was beautiful, too beautiful for Tomoki to even think about having him. Tomoki didn’t have a good track record of keeping beautiful things, so he’d enjoy what time he had.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 2 Summary:
Red’s touch was feather-light, almost ghost-like, tempting Tomoki to grasp his wrist to make sure he stayed where he was. But then Red started tugging down the waistband of Tomoki's pants and boxers, and his brain short-circuited.
Tomoki caught a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. He slowly straightened to his full height, cracking his neck as he casually turned his attention to the man who stood at the apartment door next to Asaichi’s. The man, a redhead, placed the plastic bag he was carrying in front of the door. Then he moved to stand over Asaichi, and tilted his head back to fearlessly meet Tomoki’s gaze.
“Hey,” said the redhead, his voice deeper than Tomoki thought it would be; he’d expected a higher pitch, based on the redhead’s slender build. “What business do you have with Asaichi-kun?”
“Nothing that concerns you,” Iori-san sneered around a cigarette.
Red glanced at Iori-san, raised an eyebrow, and then looked back at Tomoki. “I think you’re wrong about that. I don’t really like Asaichi-kun, but he’s my neighbor. I’m not going to walk away and pretend I didn’t seen anything when he’s obviously in trouble.”
Disclaimer: Tomoda Tomoki, Iori-san, Asaichi, Yoru, and other identifiable characters belong to Yoru to Asa no Uta, written by Harada. Recognizable events are also from Yoru to Asa and Aru Otoko no Higeki, though this fic is an AU of these events with my OMC, Hisui.
WARNINGS: Mentions of and threats of rape, violence, dubious consent, and explicit sex in later parts.
For those of you familiar with Harada's work, you know what to expect. (If you're not familiar with Harada, PLEASE don't read her work unless you're (preferably) of legal age, or at the very least prepared to read about dark themes, and often violent sexual encounters/relationships.) This fic won't (or shouldn't) be as dark, but since it's based off of/inspired by Harada's work, it might bleed into my writing.
Notes: I don't condone rape or dubious consent. This is my first time writing dark themes, explicit sex, and sensitive content. I hope I don't come off as insensitive, or as though I'm treating these topics lightly. If I portray something inaccurately or without proper care, please let me know in the comments and I will revise to the best of my ability.
Now that that's all out of the way; if you're okay with everything so far, then read on and enjoy!
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Tomoki didn’t bat an eye as he watched Iori-san bury a brutal kick into Asaichi’s stomach. In his opinion, it was overkill to hit a guy when he was already down — Iori-san had already punched Asaichi to the ground with a ring-laced fist — but Tomoki wasn’t paid to give his opinion. So he stayed quiet and waited until Iori-san’s burst of violent anger seemed momentarily satisfied. Then he leaned over to search for Asaichi’s keys.
Early on, when Tomoki started working for Iori-san, he mistakenly thought people beaten into submission were easier to deal with: physically, at least. He learned this wasn’t true the first time he assisted Iori-san with a collection that needed a more…aggressive approach.
People beaten into submission weren’t pliant. They went limp, like wet noodles, or trembled so violently they could hardly move. And that was without adding in the emotional effect a beating had on someone, which could make a person mentally check out so they didn’t respond at all. Asaichi didn’t seem like he’d checked out — he lay on his side curled into himself, whimpering and trembling — so it wasn’t too hard for Tomoki to pat down his pockets.
While he was handing Asaichi’s keys over to Iori-san, Tomoki caught a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. He slowly straightened to his full height, cracking his neck as he casually turned his attention to the man who stood at the apartment door next to Asaichi’s. The man, a redhead, placed the plastic bag he was carrying in front of the door. Then he moved to stand over Asaichi, and tilted his head back to fearlessly meet Tomoki’s gaze.
“Hey,” said the redhead, his voice deeper than Tomoki thought it would be; he’d expected a higher pitch, based on the redhead’s slender build. “What business do you have with Asaichi-kun?”
“Nothing that concerns you,” Iori-san sneered around a cigarette.
Iori-san sounded dismissive, but not any more irritated than he’d been earlier. Hopefully that meant Tomoki wouldn’t be ordered to rough Red up. Tomoki usually didn’t care what Iori-san’s orders were; but he still felt half-asleep, and he didn’t feel like beating up someone else on top of raping Asaichi in the same night.
The redhead glanced at Iori-san, raised an eyebrow, and then looked back at Tomoki. “I think you’re wrong about that. I don’t really like Asaichi-kun, but he’s my neighbor. I’m not going to walk away and pretend I didn’t seen anything when he’s obviously in trouble.”
Red stood level with Tomoki’s chin, and looked to be half his size in bulk and weight. Despite that size difference, Tomoki could tell Red knew how to fight. He mirrored Tomoki’s casual stance, and there was a trained, purposeful looseness to his body that showed he was ready to react at the slightest sign of violence.
Mostly though, it was his eyes that gave him away. Red’s eyes, an odd blue-green color in the dull outdoor lighting, were watchful and wary, and had only broken away from Tomoki’s gaze once. An experienced fighter knew his opponent’s eyes gave away their intentions; and Red could tell that Tomoki, while maybe not the most dangerous person present, was the most likely to attack.
Iori-san moved, briefly drawing Tomoki’s attention. He was glaring at the redhead through his sunglasses, and looked almost as pissed at him as he was with Asaichi.
“That blond monkey owes me compensation,” Iori-san snapped, jabbing his cigarette at Asaichi. Asaichi whimpered; he hadn’t moved from his curled position on the floor. He was mostly likely staying still to try and get everyone around him to forget he was even there. “He struck my sister’s face.”
“And you not only punched him in the face, but kicked him in the ribs and stomach,” Red countered. He stepped over Asaichi to act as a human barrier, ending up close enough to Tomoki that they were almost chest-to-chest. “But that’s not the kind of compensation you’re looking for, is it?”
Tomoki glanced sideways at Iori-san to gauge his reaction. Red was surprisingly perceptive to figure out Iori-san had a personal grudge against Asaichi; a grudge Tomoki suspected had little to do with Shiori’s injury, and more to do with Iori-san’s obsession with that bassist from Asaichi’s band. Yoru, or whoever. Iori-san usually appreciated perceptive people, because they were less likely to irritate him. They were generally more proactive and efficient, as workers or clients, which made Iori-san’s job easier. But he appreciated them less when they were perceptive about his personal life.
Sure enough, Iori-san’s hand darted out to grab a fistful of Red’s hoodie. The fabric bunched in Iori-san’s grip as he got into the Red’s face, and a vein visibly throbbed at his temple. Tomoki twitched, stopping the instinctive reaction to Iori-san’s abrupt move. He wasn’t sure whether he would’ve grabbed Red himself, or stopped Iori-san from doing so…
“And what kind of compensation do you think I’m looking for, smartass?” Iori-san asked in a low, dangerous voice.
Red seemed unfazed by the intimidation, and smoothly broke free of Iori-san’s grasp. “If you’ll hear me out, I have a better idea of how you can get monetary compensation,” he said, wisely not mentioning how personal Iori-san’s debt collection appeared. “One that doesn’t involve raping Asaichi-kun. If that’s what you were planning to do.” Amazingly, he managed to not sound mocking as he correctly guessed Iori-san’s intention for Asaichi.
The mention of money cooled off Iori-san’s ire. He stepped back to take a drag of his cigarette. “I’m listening.”
“I’ll be the uke in your porn video. Willing participants sell better than unwilling ones, even if the unwilling ones are celebrities of some sort.”
“Such confidence,” Iori-san said, mockingly. “And what makes you so certain you’ll be a more successful star than the blond monkey?”
“Like I said, I’ll be a willing, active participant. I’m used to gay sex, and even if your guy here is straight, I can get him horny enough so he won’t go limp halfway through. And lastly,” Red stepped closer until he was pressed against Tomoki’s side, “I think we look pretty good together. Physical compatibility’s important when making porn, and that doesn’t just mean how we have sex; it’s about how we look together, too. What do you think?”
Tomoki had already gone stiff when Red touched his side; he felt no different from a tree by the time the man’s head of messy red spikes rested against his chest. He’d been paying more attention to Red’s threat level than his appearance, earlier. Now that he thought about it, though, Tomoki realized Red was rather pretty for a man. If he squinted a bit and amped up his imagination, Tomoki could probably pull off pretending Red was a flat-chested woman; but only if he focused from the waist up.
Red was right: most gay porn, from what Tomoki had glanced at, featured partners that were opposites. The uke was usually the smaller and prettier of the pair, while the seme was built and “manlier” looking. Technically, from a physical standpoint, Tomoki would pair well with either Asaichi or Red. But if Tomoki had to choose between Asaichi, an unwilling partner, or Red, who at least seemed willing…
Well, he’d rather go with Red.
“Hn.” Iori-san tilted his head as he stared at them. After several puffs of cigarette smoke, he stirred. “Fine. We’ll do it your way, Neighbor-kun. But know this.” Iori-san stepped close, using the inch or so he had over Red to stare him down. “If you don’t meet my quota with this video, we’ll come back to make as many of them as needed until you do. Understood?”
Red nodded. “You’ve got a deal.”
Though he sounded confident, Red’s body gave him away. Tomoki glanced down at Red and pretended not to feel him tremble slightly against his side. He pretended not to notice, so he wouldn’t have to think about why he felt tempted to comfort this strange man who was willing to go so far to save a neighbor he didn’t like from a bad situation.
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Notes: Originally posted 6/25/19
I reread YataMomo, Yoru to Asa and the crossover dj — or rather, read them carefully for the first time to understand the stories instead of skimming through to see if I'd like to read them — recently, and became intrigued (obsessed) with Tomoda Tomoki. I wanted to write a story with him as the protagonist, so this fic came about.
Though it's not tagged as such yet, this fic will be a fusion with One Piece; characters from OP will appear in later chapters.
Tomoki from Yoru to Asa no Uta - @oo6inc (Harada)
Fanart. and my wrong sense of shading.
I love Tomoki. I hope he gets a story of his own... because I love him haha
