[What happened isn't important. There was a shadow, and the sensation of being consumed - and reborn as someone better. He's still Shuji, just without the anxiety and the weakness.
And with a drive to serve his dear Master and friend. Sakura needs mana, and to acquire it...
Shuji shows up at Akutagawa's door late in the evening and knocks, polite. From the moment Akutagawa opens the door it'll be obvious that something has changed.]
Good evening.
[The voice is the same as always - maybe a little firmer - but the smile is all off, not reaching too-bright golden eyes.]
[ while akutagawa wasn't particularly busy this evening, he still wasn't expecting nor prepared for visitors, even shuji. though, for some reason, something in the back of his mind questions if it really is shuji he's faced with. his appearance is different, bolder, darker. the way he's smiling-- maybe he isn't feeling well? shuji is so prone to stress after all. akutagawa constantly scolds him for spreading himself too thin.
that must be it. ]
Shuji.
[ against his better judgment, akutagawa steps back, opening the door wider in a wordless invitation to come inside. ]
While I am free at the moment, normally you let me know if you intend to visit. Is there something you need?
[ akutagawa isn't sure why something in his stomach is knotting up in nervousness, but he unconsciously takes another step back when shuji locks the door behind him as if it were a matter of course. ]
...You would have to tell me what it is first.
[ though, as shuji forces him to look up at him and meet that cold, unnerving gaze that doesn't seem quite all here, akutagawa can't help but begin guessing what it is. a sick part of him hopes he's right, though his tense appearance belies it. ]
[ akutagawa doesn't realize he's been caged in until it's too late, and then shuji is kissing him, taking it as if it were his birthright and he knew akutagawa wouldn't deny him. akutagawa does make a few startled noises against shuji's mouth, but when the rough contact doesn't relent and he swears he can taste in shuji's lips, akutagawa ends up shutting his eyes and giving in, kissing back. he would be lying to himself if he said he'd never thought about or longed for this, but still-- shuji is still technically taken, there's no way he could act on such selfish desires--
his heart feels as if it could hammer its way out of his chest when akutagawa has to turn his face away to break the rough kiss. his face is flushed red, and his gaze is averted as if he were ashamed for some reason, his breathing deep. ]
[ akutagawa jolts and arches, his head lolling ot the side when shuji's teeth sink into his neck. he definitely feels blood beading up to the surface, and he can't believe he just gave himself up to it. what else can he do though? there's no way he'd be any match for shuji. for now, all he can do is acquiesce to these strange whims his friend is having until he gets to the bottom of why this is happening. ]
That isn't true. You still have Mista to settle things with, I would never think of or pursue a friend under those circumstances.
[ he says that, but his voice is so strained, who does he think he's kidding? ]
Of course it's wrong. But you did it anyway, didn't you?
[Shuji starts to work the buttons off Akutagawa's shirt one by one. Even with one of his hands occupied, he doubts Akutagawa will try to run. And if he does try, he'll regret it.]
Even though you knew I was taken, you still got off to thoughts of fucking me. In the end, your sex drive is more important to you than our friendship, isn't it?
[ akutagawa's mind is racing a mile a minute as he tries to justify his way out of this, but all he can manage is a pathetic shake of his head. what he's trying to deny, not even akutagawa is sure, but in the end, he knows shuji's words aren't untrue. he has thought about shuji in all manner of lewd ways, and has no problem getting off to even the simplest of thoughts. he is disgusting, isn't he? but still-- ]
I... I can't help it.
[ shuji is just too gorgeous for his own good. even so, these are such ugly truths, akutagawa doesn't want to face them or any more that could potentially arise. ]
Shuji... Why are you doing this?!
[ he knows its an act of futility, but akutagawa tries knocking shuji's hand away from his shirt with the back of his fist, his free hand clutching his shirt closed. in spite of his actions, being talked down to like some mindless slattern has his whole body prickling with heat, and akutagawa's attempt at sidling away is so half-hearted-- he knows a large part of him doesn't truly want to get away. ]
[It's futile. He knows Shuji's stronger than himself, and it's no difficulty for Shuji to grab both of Akutagawa's thin wrists in one hand and pin them above his head.]
'Why?'
[Shuji smirks as he repeats the question.]
And what would it matter if you knew that? You would still want to be fucked no matter what I said.
[He closes what little space there is between them, rubbing his hips against Akutagawa's own.]
[ he should be furious, and trying to fight shuji tooth and nail to defend his dignity at the very least, but akutagawa knows he doesn't want to do any such thing. even when he thrashes in shuji's hold, there's hardly any real effort to it at this point, because he knows shuji is completely right. what he wouldn't give for shuji to fuck him right now, to tell him how disgusting he is for caring more about getting stuffed with cock than anything, even their carefully nurtured friendship. the thought alone makes him shiver, and akutagawa couldn't feel more disgusting if he wanted to.
his entire face is bright red with shame, his gaze averted, unable to meet the unnerving glow of shuji's eyes. he can't help the soft noise he makes when their hips press together, especially when he returns the motions tentatively, rocking his hips into shuji's. ]
[ shutting his eyes tight, akutagawa swallows hard as if ridding himself of the final taste of dignity he has, before all but whimpering when shuji begins to press in closer. he returns the grinding with rutting of his own, his thighs even edging open just a little bit wider. ]
[Shuji lets go of Akutagawa's wrists - he doubts he'll need to restrain him much from this point on - in order to strip him of his clothes. Shirt, pants, and finally underwear fall in a heap on the floor.
Who needs to move to a bedroom when they have a perfectly good wall?
Shuji spits on his fingers before rubbing around Akutagawa's hole, and then pressing one finger inside. Look, he's even getting preparation. He should be grateful.]
How did you imagine me fucking you? Tell me the details.
[ if akutagawa wasn't sure if something about shuji was different before, he's sure of it now. shuji is always so sweet and demure, even if he was overcome with list or rage or whatever has gotten into him, there's no way that gentle spirit could ever house something this biting and cruel. could it?]
...Is this really you, Shuji? Have I been averting my eyes from the truth of your true nature this whole time?
[ akutagawa just lets his hands fall back against the wall he's pinned to, his resistance absolutely minimal if at all existent. he certainly doesn't resist when shuji begins undressing him. akutagawa doesn't know if he's afraid or still in shock, but his body is shamefully honest. this new shuji, this salacious and forceful one who takes what he wants-- and apparently wants akutagawa... he has akutagawa half hard already, simply from being kissed and talked down to. ]
Shut up. It's none of your business!
[ he seethes from between his teeth. akutagawa's entire body is burning bright red from shame. despite his protest, his thighs spread even more, and he presses down against the slick fingers. he's been fucked enough times by casual strangers that his muscles don't resist with the same stubborn intensity as they would when he was relatively still virginal. shuji's finger slides in easily, and akutagawa ends up clutching shuji's shoulders.
he should push him away. he should shove shuji away or punch him or, or something. anything besides stand here and take all this. but he can't. akutagawa's body is already prickling all over with intimate heat. he couldn't dare voice what his innermost desires are. ]
A few things have changed, but it's still me. I'd say what you've thought about doing to me is my business.
[Shuji is Shuji. He's just lost some of his weaknesses, that's all.
With Akutaga taking the finger so easily, Shuji immediately adds a second, stretching him quickly and efficiently without much thought to Akutagawa's discomfort.]
Or is it your fantasies are too shameful to share? Considering how much you're getting off me degrading you, I wouldn't be surprised.
[ akutagawa gasps when that second finger slides in, the fit a little on the tight side but there’s something so good about being stuffed so roughly. he’s so ashamed of how hard he’s getting by being talked down to and mocked like some ill-mannered slut; he can’t believe how much he’s enjoying being violated like this. he never in a million years would have ever imagined shuji being capable of this kind of thing, but he doesn’t want it to stop.
akutagawa swallows hard, meeting shuji’s eerie gaze. he feels like prey that’s been torn to pieces. ]
I’ve imagined you…sending pictures and videos to me, while I’m at the studio. You’re so good about knowing my schedule, but you tell me you can’t help yourself anymore. That you want me to fuck you so badly it drives you crazy.
[ akutagawa wants to cover his face as he says this, but he has a feeling shuji wouldn’t want that. ]
[Akutagawa's right. On the other hand, his answer is satisfying to Shuji, though he shows it by biting Akutagawa's neck again.]
This must be a dream come true for you. [There's blood on Shuji's teeth when he pulls his face away.] Then I won't keep you waiting any longer.
[He sheds his own clothes, quick and efficient, and spits into his hand. He's hard enough already off Akutagawa's humiliation and need, so him stroking himself with that hand is just to get himself a tiny bit wetter and make things easier for Akutagawa, since he's being good enough to deserve it.]
[ something about those teeth and lips drenched in his blood makes akutagawa even harder, much to his embarrassment. he tries not to squirm and show his excitement to shuji, even though just thinking of being mocked and humiliated even more is arousing. ]
It is... I've wanted you so badly...
[ he tries not to stare blatantly at shuji's dick, but he can't help the molten desire coursing through him, and how it ignites when he realizes he's finally going to have it inside of him. ]
[There's no hiding how excited Akutagawa is now. There never was - this Shuji sees right through him.
With powerful hands, he grips both of Akutagawa's thighs and lifts him up, spreading Akutagawa's legs wide for him. It takes a moment to line himself up with Akutagawa, but when he does find the right angle, he pushes inside in one thrust, pressing Akutagawa's back against the wall.]
Mmm... wrap your legs around me.
[Shuji can support him, he's more than strong enough, but it'll be easier to fuck him against the wall if he doesn't have to keep both hands occupied.]
[ akutagawa is surprised to be jostled and manhandled so easily, but being treated like a little doll meant only to give out pleasure is exhilarating in how pathetic and powerless it makes him feel. his cock gives a slight twitch at the thought of being little more than a fucktoy being indulged in his perverse desires for his friend.
shuji's order almost goes amiss to him, because stuffed full so suddenly and all at once tears a wail out of him, akutagawa's head tilting back and hitting the wall with a painful-sounding thud. it's so good, it's so so good, he feels so full, like he's being stirred up and broken apart bit by bit, and nothing has even happened yet. ]
Yes...
[ with a shaky nod, akutagawa does as told, wrapping his slender legs around shuji, ankles crossing to help himself stay upright and braced against the wall behind him. it's impossible to resist hooking his arms around shuji's shoulders as well, practically clinging to him. shuji must think he's so desperate right now-- but he is, it's not like it wouldn't be true. ]
[Isn't Akutagawa just the picture of need? Clinging to Shuji for support, throwing his head back hard enough to thud against the wall, crying out in pleasure. Desperate for Shuji to fuck him.
Let it not be said that Shuji is completely heartless. Akutagawa and he are friends, aren't they? Shuji will forgive him and give him what he wants.
Shuji pulls back only to thrust forward, over and over, setting a quick and harsh pace that drives Akutagawa into the wall as it drives his cock deep inside him.]
So tight... You've been waiting for me, haven't you? Waiting for my cock to split you open.
[ akutagawa is completely enslaved by the pleasure, all thoughts about decency and what his relationship with shuji should properly entail completely gone from his mind. all he can do is nod and plead pathetically, begging shuji never to stop taking him with the rough and almost violent pace he so deserves. ]
I've always wanted you-- to fill me up...
[ akutagawa breathes out against shuji's ear before groaning again in earnest. ]
Please...touch me...
[ he's so pathetic, what would the illusion of the shuji in his mind think if he saw him like this? akutagawa almost doesn't want to know. ]
[Shuji wraps a hand around Akutagawa's cock, stroking to the same harsh pace as his thrusts. Even if he comes too early, Shuji will keep fucking him through the oversensitivity.
Besides, it doesn't really matter to him whether Akutagawa comes or not, except that it might make Akutagawa even more ashamed of himself.]
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And with a drive to serve his dear Master and friend. Sakura needs mana, and to acquire it...
Shuji shows up at Akutagawa's door late in the evening and knocks, polite. From the moment Akutagawa opens the door it'll be obvious that something has changed.]
Good evening.
[The voice is the same as always - maybe a little firmer - but the smile is all off, not reaching too-bright golden eyes.]
I hope you didn't have any plans.
[Because if he did, they're cancelled.]
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that must be it. ]
Shuji.
[ against his better judgment, akutagawa steps back, opening the door wider in a wordless invitation to come inside. ]
While I am free at the moment, normally you let me know if you intend to visit. Is there something you need?
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[Shuji steps inside, closes the door behind him.
Turns the lock.]
I'm sure you won't mind too much if I go ahead and take it.
[He reaches to tilt Akutagawa's chin up with one finger, that unnerving smile only growing wider.]
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...You would have to tell me what it is first.
[ though, as shuji forces him to look up at him and meet that cold, unnerving gaze that doesn't seem quite all here, akutagawa can't help but begin guessing what it is. a sick part of him hopes he's right, though his tense appearance belies it. ]
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[If Akutagawa's stepping back anyway, then that makes it easier for Shuji to crowd him against the wall, arms on either side of him.
He leans forward to kiss Akutagawa, rough and bruising from the start. Gentleness died with the old Shuji.]
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his heart feels as if it could hammer its way out of his chest when akutagawa has to turn his face away to break the rough kiss. his face is flushed red, and his gaze is averted as if he were ashamed for some reason, his breathing deep. ]
What... What are you doing...?
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[A kiss is a kiss, even if it's violent. Especially if it's violent, with all the talk of taking - Akutagawa should be able to figure it out.
No, he already knows. He just wants to deny it.]
You've wanted to fuck me for a while. Don't tell me you haven't even imagined this much.
[Shuji presses his teeth to the side of Akutagawa's neck, and then bites down sharply enough to break the skin.]
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[ akutagawa jolts and arches, his head lolling ot the side when shuji's teeth sink into his neck. he definitely feels blood beading up to the surface, and he can't believe he just gave himself up to it. what else can he do though? there's no way he'd be any match for shuji. for now, all he can do is acquiesce to these strange whims his friend is having until he gets to the bottom of why this is happening. ]
That isn't true. You still have Mista to settle things with, I would never think of or pursue a friend under those circumstances.
[ he says that, but his voice is so strained, who does he think he's kidding? ]
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[Shuji starts to work the buttons off Akutagawa's shirt one by one. Even with one of his hands occupied, he doubts Akutagawa will try to run. And if he does try, he'll regret it.]
Even though you knew I was taken, you still got off to thoughts of fucking me. In the end, your sex drive is more important to you than our friendship, isn't it?
Disgusting.
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I... I can't help it.
[ shuji is just too gorgeous for his own good. even so, these are such ugly truths, akutagawa doesn't want to face them or any more that could potentially arise. ]
Shuji... Why are you doing this?!
[ he knows its an act of futility, but akutagawa tries knocking shuji's hand away from his shirt with the back of his fist, his free hand clutching his shirt closed. in spite of his actions, being talked down to like some mindless slattern has his whole body prickling with heat, and akutagawa's attempt at sidling away is so half-hearted-- he knows a large part of him doesn't truly want to get away. ]
What has come over you?! Tell me!
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'Why?'
[Shuji smirks as he repeats the question.]
And what would it matter if you knew that? You would still want to be fucked no matter what I said.
[He closes what little space there is between them, rubbing his hips against Akutagawa's own.]
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his entire face is bright red with shame, his gaze averted, unable to meet the unnerving glow of shuji's eyes. he can't help the soft noise he makes when their hips press together, especially when he returns the motions tentatively, rocking his hips into shuji's. ]
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[The pulling at Shuji's hold means nothing, because he wouldn't escape even if he were actually trying. The rocking hips are much more honest.
Shuji speeds up his grinding motions, growing harder against Akutagawa.]
Ask nicely for what you really want, and I might consider giving it to you.
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...I want you to fuck me, Shuji.
[ a soft breath. ]
Please.
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[Shuji lets go of Akutagawa's wrists - he doubts he'll need to restrain him much from this point on - in order to strip him of his clothes. Shirt, pants, and finally underwear fall in a heap on the floor.
Who needs to move to a bedroom when they have a perfectly good wall?
Shuji spits on his fingers before rubbing around Akutagawa's hole, and then pressing one finger inside. Look, he's even getting preparation. He should be grateful.]
How did you imagine me fucking you? Tell me the details.
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...Is this really you, Shuji? Have I been averting my eyes from the truth of your true nature this whole time?
[ akutagawa just lets his hands fall back against the wall he's pinned to, his resistance absolutely minimal if at all existent. he certainly doesn't resist when shuji begins undressing him. akutagawa doesn't know if he's afraid or still in shock, but his body is shamefully honest. this new shuji, this salacious and forceful one who takes what he wants-- and apparently wants akutagawa... he has akutagawa half hard already, simply from being kissed and talked down to. ]
Shut up. It's none of your business!
[ he seethes from between his teeth. akutagawa's entire body is burning bright red from shame. despite his protest, his thighs spread even more, and he presses down against the slick fingers. he's been fucked enough times by casual strangers that his muscles don't resist with the same stubborn intensity as they would when he was relatively still virginal. shuji's finger slides in easily, and akutagawa ends up clutching shuji's shoulders.
he should push him away. he should shove shuji away or punch him or, or something. anything besides stand here and take all this. but he can't. akutagawa's body is already prickling all over with intimate heat. he couldn't dare voice what his innermost desires are. ]
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[Shuji is Shuji. He's just lost some of his weaknesses, that's all.
With Akutaga taking the finger so easily, Shuji immediately adds a second, stretching him quickly and efficiently without much thought to Akutagawa's discomfort.]
Or is it your fantasies are too shameful to share? Considering how much you're getting off me degrading you, I wouldn't be surprised.
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[ akutagawa gasps when that second finger slides in, the fit a little on the tight side but there’s something so good about being stuffed so roughly. he’s so ashamed of how hard he’s getting by being talked down to and mocked like some ill-mannered slut; he can’t believe how much he’s enjoying being violated like this. he never in a million years would have ever imagined shuji being capable of this kind of thing, but he doesn’t want it to stop.
akutagawa swallows hard, meeting shuji’s eerie gaze. he feels like prey that’s been torn to pieces. ]
I’ve imagined you…sending pictures and videos to me, while I’m at the studio. You’re so good about knowing my schedule, but you tell me you can’t help yourself anymore. That you want me to fuck you so badly it drives you crazy.
[ akutagawa wants to cover his face as he says this, but he has a feeling shuji wouldn’t want that. ]
I'm so blessed
This must be a dream come true for you. [There's blood on Shuji's teeth when he pulls his face away.] Then I won't keep you waiting any longer.
[He sheds his own clothes, quick and efficient, and spits into his hand. He's hard enough already off Akutagawa's humiliation and need, so him stroking himself with that hand is just to get himself a tiny bit wetter and make things easier for Akutagawa, since he's being good enough to deserve it.]
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It is... I've wanted you so badly...
[ he tries not to stare blatantly at shuji's dick, but he can't help the molten desire coursing through him, and how it ignites when he realizes he's finally going to have it inside of him. ]
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With powerful hands, he grips both of Akutagawa's thighs and lifts him up, spreading Akutagawa's legs wide for him. It takes a moment to line himself up with Akutagawa, but when he does find the right angle, he pushes inside in one thrust, pressing Akutagawa's back against the wall.]
Mmm... wrap your legs around me.
[Shuji can support him, he's more than strong enough, but it'll be easier to fuck him against the wall if he doesn't have to keep both hands occupied.]
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shuji's order almost goes amiss to him, because stuffed full so suddenly and all at once tears a wail out of him, akutagawa's head tilting back and hitting the wall with a painful-sounding thud. it's so good, it's so so good, he feels so full, like he's being stirred up and broken apart bit by bit, and nothing has even happened yet. ]
Yes...
[ with a shaky nod, akutagawa does as told, wrapping his slender legs around shuji, ankles crossing to help himself stay upright and braced against the wall behind him. it's impossible to resist hooking his arms around shuji's shoulders as well, practically clinging to him. shuji must think he's so desperate right now-- but he is, it's not like it wouldn't be true. ]
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Let it not be said that Shuji is completely heartless. Akutagawa and he are friends, aren't they? Shuji will forgive him and give him what he wants.
Shuji pulls back only to thrust forward, over and over, setting a quick and harsh pace that drives Akutagawa into the wall as it drives his cock deep inside him.]
So tight... You've been waiting for me, haven't you? Waiting for my cock to split you open.
[He need wait no longer.]
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I've always wanted you-- to fill me up...
[ akutagawa breathes out against shuji's ear before groaning again in earnest. ]
Please...touch me...
[ he's so pathetic, what would the illusion of the shuji in his mind think if he saw him like this? akutagawa almost doesn't want to know. ]
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[Shuji wraps a hand around Akutagawa's cock, stroking to the same harsh pace as his thrusts. Even if he comes too early, Shuji will keep fucking him through the oversensitivity.
Besides, it doesn't really matter to him whether Akutagawa comes or not, except that it might make Akutagawa even more ashamed of himself.]