Akechi leans against the brick wall near the Jazz Jin entrance. It's is mid December and both boys are clad in warm winter garments. Despite this, Akechi shivers.
Akechi: My life is nothing but a bunch of disappointments.
Akira: Then don't look back.
Akira pulls off a leather glove and presses his bare hand against Akechi's cheek.
Akira: What does it feel like?
Akechi: ...warm
Akira: Don't let go of that feeling. You don't have to go through this alone. I'm here for you.
Akechi nods numbly and leans against Akira's weight, face buried into his coat. His fingers lace through his scarf and bunch the fabric tightly in his fist.
Akechi: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I don't even deserve to be sorry.
Akechi shakes laughing wryly into his shoulder.
Akira: Shhh...I've got you.
Akira holds Akechi safely in his arms, hiding the boy's face from curious passerbys with the crook of his neck.
Akira: No one will ever hurt you ever again. I swear on it.
Akechi: Don't make promises you can't keep.
Akira: It's a promise I intend on keeping.
Akira breaks away and presses his leather glove into Akechi's hand. He lifts Akechi's hand to his lips and places a chaste kiss.
Akechi: No, I hate that I look forward to your stupid text messages so much my heart races every time my phone pings. I feel like a fucking dog.
Akira: Oh. So you love me.
Akechi: Don't put words in my mouth. I just mean that I dont particularly dislike your company. Or your face.
Akira: Hohoho.
Akechi: Wipe that grin off your dumb face.
Akira: Make me.
Akechi pinches both of Akira's cheeks.
Akira: So violent, what a kink.
Akechi: God, I have it so bad for you. I'm such a fool.
Akira: Well that makes the two of us.
Akira pulls Akechi into a tight hug despite the protest and reluctance of his companion. Eventually he gives in and relaxes to his touch. He whispers his next words.
[Shadow Akechi smiles brightly under the heat of the stage lights illuminating him upon a lone pedestal. He is clothed in dull colored, loose-fitting, trousers. His russet cotton tunic is layered under a ratty, moth eaten, cloak. His sickeningly sweet voice is carried out to an empty auditorium upon speakers. A light beams onto a raven haired boy clad as a gentleman thief, exposing his hiding place behind an empty seat. The light is blinding and Akira can barely make out the shadow leaving his pedestal, looming closer with each silent step.]
Shadow Akechi: I can be anyone you want me to! Give me a role and I'll fall into it perfectly. I'll be good. I promise. A detective prince, perhaps?
[Akira's face is pale, there is a slight tremble in his fist, but he doesn't back down. Instead he shakes his head in disapproval.]
[The shadow's placid smile grows eerily wider. With teeth bared, he lets out a loud sigh and shakes his head deep in thought.]
Shadow Akechi: No no. Your eyes yearn for something more...yesss...A rival! Or maybe a rival and a lover?!
[His body shakes violently as he cackles loudly without mirth. His hands clutch tightly against his sides, nails digging painfully into his shoulders.]
Shadow Akechi: So fucking easy.
[Akira shakes his head again, closing the distance between the two in wide steps.]
Akira: No. That's not it.
[Akira reaches a hand out to the other.]
[Shadow Akechi recoils taking two step back. His next words are stilted in barely contained rage.]
Shadow Akechi: Don't. Fucking. Touch. Me.
Akira: This isnt you.
Shadow Akechi: Who the fuck are you to tell me who I am?!? Filthy attic trash like you wouldn't have a damn clue!
Akira: The Akechi I know wouldn’t waste his breath living as anyone's puppet. He wouldn't settle for a life less than his own!
Shadow Akechi: Shut up. SHUT UP. SHUT UUUPP!!
Akira: Let me help you.
[The Shadow's golden eyes glint with deranged mania. His psychotic grin falls into an ominously calm smile. He almost looks content if it wasn't for the far gone expression in his eyes.
Shadow Akechi: Okay then. Beg for it.
Akira: What?
[The Shadow closes in on the thief, cornering him against the back of a seat. His breath presses warmly against the other's ear.]
Shadow Akechi: You heard me. Get on your knees and grovel for me.
[Akira shows no signs of moving. He swallows thickly, and stands his ground, chest held high.]
Shadow Akechi: I see...you prefer to be the dominant one. I can help you with that.
[Shadow Akechi falls to his knees.]
Shadow Akechi: Happy now? Or perhaps...
[The Shadow's fingers trace up the inside of Akira's dark pants, not missing a beat to the other's shiver against his touch.]
Shadow Akechi: Just say the words. I'll please you beyond your expectations.
[The Shadow leans forward and presses his open mouth against the other's mid thigh, the fabric warm and damp as it clung unto the raven's skin. Akira lets out a soft moan, before catching himself alarmingly and moving far away from the brunet sizing him up with a predatory gaze. Shadow Akechi licks his lips before moving up onto his feet. He smirks.]
Shadow Akechi: Just a small taste of what I can offer you. Why do you hesitate when your desire throbs painfully, waiting to be set free?
[Akira shuffles slightly, adjusting his outfit.]
Akira: I'll stop hesitating once you start facing your true self.
[The Shadow looks bored. Lifeless. Devoid of any light.]
Shadow Akechi: There is no true self Akira. Only a bunch of masks we call upon to be us in the moment. Isn't that the fate of us Tricksters?
[The Shadow walks away dejectedly towards the stage. An array of porcelain masks, all holding the likeness of the brunet in various emotions, float in a blue haze surrounding him like shields. A violent gust breaks free as the Shadow is engulfed in hellfire, sending Akira toppling into a marble pillar with a painful crunch.]
Shadow Akechi: Prove it to me that my true self exists. Or die trying!
[Shadow Akechi launches himself towards Akira who jumps to his feet just in time. The masks surrounding the shadow break simultaneously with an ear splitting crack. Millions of white shards are sent flying like hail. From the center of the explosion, a decrepit porcelain brunete emerges, dark holes gape with ragged edges where his eyes should be.]
[Akira watches the powerful Shadow with sad eyes. His eyebrows furrow deeply. He sighs.]
Akira: What have you done to yourself Akechi...I swear, I will get you back. Even if I die trying. Because I fucking love you, you stupid piece of crap! All the good. And all the bad. When you get back to normal you and me are going to have a very long talk! Enough talking, it's Showtime! PERRSONAA!
Synopsis: Akira Kurusu has been pinning hard for his hot rival/friend Goro Akechi. He doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. And his friends are sick of hearing about it. So Futaba devises a devious plan involving blackmail. Rated M for Spicy.
Akira had no idea how he ended up in front of Goro’s apartment. Okay. He was blackmailed. Threatened over text by his mischievous ginger-haired friend. For a socially anxious shut-in, she was surprisingly vocal over text exchanges.
Oracle (5:22 pm) I hate to break this to you Akira.
Oracle (5:22 pm) But if you don’t get your ass straight out of Le Blanc this instant, I am going to leak your browsing history to Goro. This includes the following:
Oracle (5:23 pm) “how to confess your feelings to your hot friend and not be rejected”, “how to know if your friend is gay”, “is quoting Hegel gay?”, “hot kinky gay bdsm” and so on.
Oracle (5:23 pm) If you would like this to NOT happen head to this location and fucking confess your feelings pronto. Or ELSE!!! ((╬◣﹏◢))
Akira knew this was coming. Over the last few weeks Akira had barely seen Goro. Due to their conflicting schedules and Goro’s predisposition to overworking himself, Akira was currently suffering from Goro withdrawal. Goro plagued his every thought during work, school, and hangouts with his friends. And said friends were sick of his pinning. Now he was paying the price.
Akira’s hand hovered over the apartment door, torn between knocking or death because hey, he would rather be shot in the head than have his browsing history exposed to the one person he had been crushing on forever. The door handle turned before he had the chance to decide. A thoroughly surprised and alarmed Goro blinks back at him mouth agape. His work clothes peak out over a haphazardly worn hoodie.
Goro: W-what are you doing here?
Akira thinks to himself, okay be cool.
Akira: I was just taking a walk.
Goro squints suspiciously at Akira.
Goro: A walk that ended up right in front of my apartment door. A location, which mind you, I did not share with you prior.
Akira curses at himself. Now he looks like some crazy fangirl.
Akira: I have a good explanation for that.
Goro crosses his arms and pins Akira with a raised eyebrow.
Goro: Do come in.
Akira: W-what? Weren’t you just about to leave?
Goro sighs and opens his apartment door wider.
Goro: My business can wait. It looks like you have a more pressing matter to divulge.
Akira involuntary swallows hard. Was it too late to back out? As if sensing Akira’s hesitation, Goro pulls Akira inside and closes the door behind them. Akira glances back at Goro. Did he deadbolt the door?
Goro: Let’s take a seat.
Goro leads them to his living room couch. His apartment is well furnished just as Akira had suspected. What he did not expect was the ridiculous amount of Phoenix Ranger Featherman merch lining his bookshelf with figurines. They looked like they cost a fortune. Goro followed Akira’s line of sight. He coughs with a light blush.
Goro: A gift from fans. So Akira, to whom do I owe the pleasure for being graced by your unsolicited presence?
Akira’s mouth suddenly feels dry and he blurts out
Akira: Blackmail.
Goro studies him thoughtfully before giving Akira one of his signature Detective Prince smiles which nearly sends Akira into cardiac arrhythmia.
Goro: Oh? Well I do specialize in crime. How may I assist?
Marry me. Slay me. Step on me. Akira curses internally. Focus mind. Focus. Damn his lips look so soft and his lashes are so long. His traitorous mind was making speech a very difficult task. Goro smirks before ironing it out into a slight frown.
Goro: Your silence leads me to think that this blackmail is far more serious than I had first suspected. Perhaps we should notify the police.
Akira nearly jumps out of his seat in protest.
Akira: No, no. It’s really not THAT serious.
Akira tries to shrug nonchalantly, but instead looks like he’s doing a bad impression of the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Goro taps his chin, seemingly intrigued by Akira’s skittishness. Goro leans forward and the gap between two closes significantly. He looks up at Akira with a half-lidded expression. It was getting very hard for Akira to think.
Goro: Then, do tell what it is on your mind.
Akira’s lips waver only half a second before responding.
Akira: You.
And he dives in to press his lips against the brunet’s. Goro’s breath hitches and his eyes widen, but there is no protest. No. Instead, he closes his eyes and kisses back hungrily. His fingers lace through Akira’s unruly raven hair and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. It was Akira’s turn to be surprised as he found Goro’s tongue pressed against his lips. Akira accepts the invite with an involuntary groan. This seems to rouse something in Goro who pushes Akira down and pins him against the coach. Goro’s eyes are glazed and heavy with deep wanting. Akira knew exactly where this would lead and just that thought sent shivers down his spine in anticipation. But, this was progressing way to fast. And Akira had to get a handle on the situation.
Akira: W-wait.
Goro pants, his breathing uneven.
Goro: D-did I do something wrong?
Akira shakes his head.
Akira: No, no! You did nothing wrong. I just need to figure something out.
Goro gazes down at him with mild confusion. Perspiration lightly lining the top of his brows.
Goro: What is it?
Akira bites his bottom lip.
Akira: Do you like me?
Goro rolls his eyes.
Goro: Do you think I’d be tongue deep in you if that weren’t the case?
Akira: W-well you never know!
Goro scoffs.
Goro: Any other questions to interrupt our make out session?
Akira: How are you so good at kissing? Did you have prior experience?
To this Goro’s blush deepens.
Goro: No…I didn’t. This was my first time. I’ve just been reading up on it.
Akira laughs as he imagines Goro pouring over literature and scouring the internet for techniques and tips for kissing. There must have also been videos.
Goro: S-stop laughing!
Akira: Sorry that was too good to resist. But yeah, for your first time that was amazing.
Goro smiles satisfyingly.
Goro: Does that mean we can continue where we left off?
Akira: One more question.
Goro sighs in exasperation, but there is no malice. He gives Akira a look to elaborate.
Akira: Are we dating now?
Goro kisses the corner of Akira’s lips.
Goro: Only if you want to.
Akira: Hell yeah I want to.
Goro: So there are no more objections.
Goro snakes a few more kisses down Akira’s jawline towards his neck. His hands travel underneath Akira’s shirt tracing his well-defined torso. Akira is on cloud nine. And to think he was suffering for all these weeks and all it took was blackmail to get together with his crush. As Goro places a wet kiss over his clavicular prominence, Akira gets a thought.
Akira: Wait.
Goro groans against Akira’s shoulder.
Goro: I’m starting to think you get a rise in continually denying me of your body.
Akira: Why were you in such a rush to leave your apartment? I’ve never seen you wear that hoodie before.
Goro chuckles.
Goro: You wouldn’t believe it.
Akira: Try me.
Goro: I was blackmailed.
And it all suddenly clicks in place for Akira.
Akira: Oracle.
Goro: Oracle.
Akira: Browsing history?
Goro: Yup.
Akira: Wow. I don’t suppose yours included “hot kinky gay bdsm.”
Goro just stared wordlessly with a raised eyebrow.
Goro: I haven’t gotten to that part of my research yet. But…
Goro’s eyes shine with a mischievous glint.
Goro: I do legally carry handcuffs on my person for work.
Akira: I love you.
Goro laughs.
Goro: Let me show you the depths of my love.
The evening grew older as the two explored and deepened their bond together. It wasn’t until a few hours later, Akira noticed a few new messages on his phone.
Oracle (7:36 pm) Did you do the deed peasant? Or shall I leak all your filth for the world to see?
Oracle (7:36 pm) Answer me peasant!
Oracle (7:36 pm) I can see your GPS location. Don’t make me tap into your mic fool.
Oracle (7:37 pm) JGU@*(%#(FKKK
Oracle (7:37 pm) I’m just going to imagine you two are having a very deep conversation.
Joker (11:21 pm) The deed has been done and I am thoroughly satisfied. Goro says hi btw.
Oracle (11:21 pm) EWWW. Freakin TMI DUDE. Tho I’m happy for you two. Too stupid and gay to realize how much you two were pinning over each other for like forever.
Joker (11:24 pm) Thank you Futaba, what would we have done without you?
Oracle (11:24 pm) Likely be suffering in pinning hell.
