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Akutagawa woke up feeling like death.
The world around him seemed brighter than usual even after a long, deep sleep. “Damn it,” Akutagawa cursed, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing his temples. “I thought it would’ve gone away by now...” If he was hindered by this painful change in his vision, he wouldn’t be performing as well as he should be. And God forbid he makes a mistake because of this... whatever was happening to him. Mori wouldn’t take any excuse.
With all the strength he could muster, Akutagawa forced his eyes open and was promptly smacked in the face by an assault of pure, vibrant color. His jaw dropped, heart pounding in his chest as he took it all in.
“What...” Akutagawa breathed out, eyes watering as he forgot to blink, worried about missing a single second of this view as if it could be taken away at any instant.
Akutagawa told himself day and night, year after year, that colors weren’t worth seeing, forcing himself to come to terms with the likely reality that he’d never see colors in this lifetime... but now? Akutagawa realized that he was mistaken. He realized that if anybody ever took this away from him, he’d have to die because there was no way to go back to such a bleary, colorless world.
He was too caught up in taking in the new sights that it hit him like a freight train when he realized what sparked his updated vision. He had found his soulmate.
But that was impossible – the only person he’d been around was the weretiger... and of course Seishiro, but a cat wasn’t his soulmate. Which could only mean...
...
When the puzzle pieces finally clicked in Akutagawa’s brain, it felt like a punch to the gut. No way. No. Fucking. Way.
The weretiger? Atsushi? His soulmate? That wasn’t possible. It just wasn’t. Akutagawa would’ve had to have fallen in love with Atsushi for this to happen, and that just wasn’t the case. Akutagawa didn’t, couldn’t, love him. Atsushi... Dazai’s perfect protege, the person who’s progress Dazai could actually be proud of... Akutagawa didn’t exactly hate Atsushi – well, not anymore – but he sure as hell didn’t love him.
But when he thinks about it, about Atsushi, he sees sparkles and flowers in his vision, and everything is a sickly, bright hue that he can’t quite name but knows it’s nauseatingly pretty. He sees Atsushi, walking out of a burning building as it explodes, limping, his soot-covered face set in a sexy, determined frown with Seishiro hanging from his arms – it's not quite how he remembers that night going but his heart (and brain) can’t really tell the difference from imagination and reality.
And, crap, he’s definitely in love with Atsushi if his racing heart and sweaty palms at the mere thought of the weretiger were any indication. “No, no, no,” Akutagawa groaned, burying his face in his hands. “This can not be happening...”
Love in the Port Mafia is a risky thing – any friends, family, and God forbid, lovers, were easy targets for blackmail and torture. Just having Seishiro here was a risk by itself, one that Akutagawa was worried he’d have to pay the price for.
Mid-internal panic, Akutagawa’s phone rang, the sharp shrill ringtone shocking Akutagawa out of his own head. Without checking the caller ID, Akutagawa snapped, “What.”
“Is that always how you answer the phone? What if it had been Mori calling? Or Dazai?” someone said, and Akutagawa could recognize that self-righteous, whiny voice anywhere.
“Jinko,” Akutagawa grumbled. “This is my personal cell. How do you have this number.”
“I asked around, it’s not important,” Atsushi said quickly. Akutagawa could picture his stupid expression from miles away. His heart skipped a beat in his chest, and Akutagawa hoped it was a heart attack.
“I just wanted to check up on you,” Atsushi said cooly, “last night was crazy. Did you, uh, get home okay?” Akutagawa frowned, and the long silence caused Atsushi to speak up again. “Y’know, since you said things were bright, you were tired... maybe you were... concussed? Ha, I’m just, just checking... how you’re, well, how you’re doing.”
A beat.
Another.
“We have another job,” Atsushi said, “It’s – ha, I heard that sigh! – in the city. There’s an ability user who's killed dozens of people already. You might not think this concerns you guys, but Dazai said it’s on Port Mafia turf and this guy already killed five of Mori’s men who were stationed there.”
“Where,” came Akutagawa’s one-word reply.
“Just meet me outside. We’ll go together.” Akutagawa could hear the way Atsushi was smiling.
Wait a minute...
“Outside?” Akutagawa echoed. “Jinko, are you at my apartment.” Akutagawa scrambled to the window, looking down at Atsushi who was on the ground level outside the complex, waving up at him. “Do I want to know why you know my floor and room.”
Akutagawa saw Atsushi smile. “Nope. Just come down here.”
The phone beeped twice, and the call ended. Akutagawa kept looking out the window, watching Atsushi’s stupid, smiling face before he chucked his phone at the wall.
With a racing heart and heat rushing to his cheeks, Akutagawa realized he had fallen. For Atsushi. He was so, unbelievably fucked.
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Akutagawa missed solo missions.
“So how’s Seishiro? Does he like his new home? Things were crazy last night and I accidently took a few of his new toys back to the agency with me, haha, do you need them back? There back at my dorm now, though, but we can totally stop by and get them. I’ve never actually been inside your apartment before, now that I’m thinking about it. Maybe I can come in, too! That’d be fun. Oh, make a right here. You know, since I kind of saved Seishiro and all, maybe I can see him again! I’m sure he misses me. Well, maybe not, I don’t think he likes me. Hey, you never answered my question before either! Did you get home okay? Obviously, since you’re here right now, but still. Are you feeling better? No more bright lights? Also, you’ve been squinting a lot since we got out here, is it still too bright? I would’ve thought it’d clear up by morning, but you might just be in denial and it’s messing up the progression... That’s totally on brand for you, ha. But really, can you see? Can you see at all, but also can you... see color? It can’t possibly be healthy too –”
Akutagawa couldn’t listen to this anymore, the weretigers insistent yapping gave him a headache. “Oh my god, you need to stop,” Akutagawa spat, shooting Atsushi the nastiest glare he could muster. Evidently, it wasn’t that effective because Atsushi just smiled at him again, that same soft, understanding expression that made Akutagawa feel a strange, unfamiliar heat curling in his stomach. “I,” Akutagawa forced out, “can see just fine. All of it. Everything. So stop asking about it. In fact, stop talking entirely.”
They were walking side by side and Akutagawa made it a point to not look at Atsushi, not even a glance. Atsushi, however, was making that very difficult with all his moving around and circling. Akutagawa couldn’t take one step without bumping into Atsushi and he just knew Atsushi was doing that on purpose.
“Well if you won’t answer any of my other questions, just answer this one: how does it feel to finally be able to see color?” Atsushi looked off to the side wistfully, “It was the greatest day of my life when it happened. I couldn’t even believe it. I wanted to see color for so long then, poof, I was able to. I guess I have you to thank,” he laughed.
Akutagawa stopped in his tracks, planting his feet firmly on the floor. Atsushi made it two steps forward before realizing Akutagawa fell behind and looked back at him questioningly. “How are you so... normal about this. You do understand what this means, don’t you?” Akutagawa said grimly, cringing as the words left his mouth.
“What what means?” Atsushi asked with genuine confusion.
“...being able to see colors. It means... we’re... you and I... we are...” Akutagawa trailed off, unable to utter the word.
Atsushi raised a brow. “Soulmates?” Akutagawa winced at the word so Atsushi said it again. “Soulmates, Akutagawa. We’re soulmates. Do you still hate me that much?” Atsushi’s face fell for a fraction of a second before he collected himself, but Akutagawa saw it. That expression – that stupid, pathetic, crushed expression – left a bad taste in Akutagawa’s mouth and made his stomach ache. Damn soulmates... this was no doubt the work of their connection, Akutagawa thought, it was making him sick to his stomach.
“Shut up. I don’t,” hate you, “want to talk about this anymore. Which way.”
Atsushi sighed. “Right. Then keep going straight.” There were a lot of people walking around and buying goods from stores, but no one looked suspicious yet. Akutagawa didn’t know who they were looking for either, Mori didn’t prep him for this job – no file, no name, not even a grainy CCTV photo.
They walked in silence for a few minutes, Akutagawa trailing a pace behind Atsushi since the weretiger was leading the way. Then Atsushi broke the silence. “Okay, you don’t have to want to talk about it, but I think we should.”
“There’s nothing to talk about, damn it,” Akutagawa grumbled. “We’ve been fucked over by fate, what else is there.”
“Fucked over? Is that what you think?” There’s that hurt expression again. Akutagawa clenched his fist.
"I think it’s unfortunate. That’s all.”
“You wish it was someone else? It’s– you’re only pissy and upset because it’s me?” Atsushi asked, the slight break in his voice made Akutagawa heart sting. “...turn here,” Atsushi muttered, turning right.
Akutagawa scoffed. “I’m not pissy. You want the truth? I think you were screwed over. I think fate fucked you over by assigning you me. I’m not meant to be anyone's soulmate. Who would want to... love... me.” The words tasted bitter as they left his mouth. They were self-deprecating and ugly and they made Akutagawa want to puke.
Atsushi paused, freezing in place and causing Akutagawa, who hadn’t noticed, to walk right into his back. “Damn it, what the hell is the problem now–”
Atsushi turned suddenly and grabbed Akutagawa’s face in his hands. Akutagawa blanked, staring down at Atsushi’s irritated expression. “I’m going to do something crazy. Don’t get upset,” he said, and through the haze of Akutagawa’s confusion he thought Atsushi was about to kiss him, so the slap came as a shock.
The force of the hit pushed Akutagawa back just barely a step before he came to his senses. Rashomon jutted out behind him, ready to fight if that’s what the damn weretiger wanted, but the tendrils of his coat wilted when they saw determination shining in Atsushi’s eyes. “You’re going to regret saying that. Actually, I’m going to make you regret saying that.” It was a promise, and Atsushi’s tone left no room for questions. “I’ve waited my whole damn life to find my soulmate, and now you’re here and we’re destined and all you can talk about is how you don’t deserve it? That fate screwed up and I was screwed over? Yeah, okay, it was a surprise to find out it was you, but I wasn’t upset. I’m not upset. I think- I think I’m glad it’s you. You know, it’s weird. We’re always trying to kill each other then we aren't, then we’re going on missions together and I’m actually having a little fun, then all of a sudden you’re not just my annoying parter with no work-life balance and a shitty attitude, you’re... someone I’ve fallen for.” Atsushi exhaled, catching his breath. “Sorry. That was a lot. I...” he trailed off, risking a glance up to gauge Akutagawa’s reaction only to see the other man with tears streaming down his cheeks and a prominent glare on his face. “W-what–?!” Atsushi startled, rushing to apologize before Akutagawa cut him off with a raise of his hand.
“There’s no job, is there.”
“What–”
“We’re going in a circle,” Akutagawa said, deadpanned despite the proof of his sadness. “I know that building. And the ones we passed a few minutes back. This is my street. We’re across the way from my apartment.”
“I- I was worried you’d freak out and avoid me,” Atsushi mumbled. “I wanted to talk to you before that. Sorry.” Atsushi was about to apologize again, tell Akutagawa they’d never have to see each other anymore if he really hated him, especially now, but before he could Akutagawa spoke up again.
“I have never been in a relationship before,” Akutagawa said, wiping the wetness from his cheeks. “I have never been on a date, or kissed anybody, or...” he paused, unable to utter the words had sex, “...my point is, I don’t think you would be satisfied with me as a soulmate. Though I suppose there’s nothing to be done about it. You could find someone else, no one is forcing you to –”
The kiss caught Akutagawa off guard.
If anything, when Atsushi came closer and grabbed Akutagawa’s face again, he was expecting another slap. The kiss was brief, a soft, barely-there press of the lips. And when Atsushi pulled away, Akutagawa cursed his stupid, weak-willed heart for wanting more.
“Akutagawa,” Atsushi said, his breath ghosting over Akutagawa’s lips, Akutagawa just stared at him with a blank, stupid look on his face, “let’s go back to your apartment. I want to see Seishiro and... maybe I can stay for a while. We can... I can show you how okay I am with being your soulmate. Is that alright?” His tone was soft and gentle like he was speaking to a cornered animal – which wasn’t too far off from how Akutagawa felt at this moment.
“Okay,” Akutagawa replied, his shaking lips parting as Atsushi pressed another chaste kiss to them.
“Okay,” Atsushi smiled, sliding the hand on Akutagawa’s face down the length of his arm to interlock their hands. “Let’s go.” They walked back – hand in hand, with Atsushi stroking his thumb along Akutagawa's knuckles comfortingly – in a content silence. Well, on Atsushi’s end it was content. The excitement of showing Akutagawa exactly what being soulmates entails cleared his thoughts of anything negative and made him feel weightless. Akutagawa’s mind was a thunderstorm of anxiety and self-doubt.
The storm cloud of doubt followed Akutagawa all the way back to the apartment, squeezed into the elevator and didn’t dissipate until Atsushi’s voice was cutting through the haze: “Akutagawa?” Akutagawa jumped at that, shoulder’s tensing and quickly snapping his head to look at Atsushi who was staring at him with an almost fond expression. “You’re going to have to open the door.”
“Obviously,” Akutagawa snapped, fumbling in his pockets to fish out his keys, hands shaking as he missed the hole a few times before Atsushi gently took it from his hand.
“Nervous? I’m not gonna eat you,” Atsushi joked, slipping the key in the hole with ease and pushing the door open, “I mean, I totally can if you want. Eat you. Eat you out, specifically. I’ve been told I’m pretty good at--”
“Please stop talking,” Akutagawa muttered, pushing past Atsushi and stepping into the apartment where Seishiro was eagerly waiting in front of the door. Seishiro meowed loudly, rubbing up against Akutagawa’s legs before freezing when he noticed Akutagawa wasn’t alone.
Atsushi smiled and waved at Seishiro, but the cat just huffed and trailed after Akutagawa. Atsushi just barely bit back an annoyed comment when Akutagawa spoke.
“Do I... shower? What should...” he muttered, eyes anywhere but Atsushi, watching Seishiro jump to the top level of the Cat Tower he bought the night Seishiro came home with him.
“You can wash up if you want to,” Atsushi said, coming up to Akutagawa and putting a gentle hand on his arm, “When you’re done, just wait for me on the bed, okay? I’m gonna be honest... I didn’t expect you to agree to this, to any of this, so I didn’t bring anything with me. I have to go get some things but I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Akutagawa looked confused. “Things like what?”
Atsushi looked embarrassed, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “You know, lube and condoms. Unless... you have some here?”
Akutagawa’s face flushed as he looked off to the side. He sucked in a pained breath and went to his bedroom, returning a moment later with a barely half used bottle of lube and an unopened box of condoms. He practically shoved them into Atsushi’s hands, ignoring the stunned and eager expression on the weretiger’s face.
The lube was a generic brand, one that Atsushi’s used before, so it was fine. The condoms, however, were a problem. Atsushi twisted the box around in his hands, figuring out the right way to go about saying this – “Akutagawa, I don’t think these will fit.” He tossed the box back to Akutagawa, who just barely reacted fast enough to catch it.
Akutagawa stared at the box, then at Atsushi, then back to the box and finally to Atsushi’s crotch and back up to his face. Atsushi at least had the sense to look embarrassed, smiling awkwardly and laughing at what must’ve been Akutagawa’s awed expression.
“Then... do we need them...? Can you just, well, do it without...?”
Atsushi bit his lip, heat curling up in his stomach as his cock twitched in his pants. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you raw?”
Akutagawa’s face was almost comically red at this point, eyes wide and a defensive protest already making its way out of his lips. “I don’t want it. What else is there to do. You’re already here, why go back out. I’ve never... so I’m clean. Unless you’re too much of a slut and I should be worried about catching something from your disgusting–”
Really, Atsushi can’t believe it’s taken him this long to figure out the best way to shut Akutagawa up. That being, of course, slamming their lips together and stealing the words right out of his mouth. Atsushi can think of a few other ways of shutting Akutagawa up and he can barely contain his excitement now that he can do all these things to him.
“Jinko–,” Akutagawa exhaled, breathless and whiny in a way that had Atsushi groaning low and deep into the kiss.
“Don’t,” Atsushi muttered into Akutagawa’s lips, unable to pull away for even a second, “don’t call me that–” another kiss “–not now–” again “–call me by my name–” and again “–please.”
“Atsushi,” Akutagawa said again, equally as breathless and needy as before only this time it spurred Atsushi on even more. His hands began to wander, trailing all over Akutagawa’s body, anywhere they could reach.
Though Akutagawa looked so unbelievably hot in it, his thick cloak was only getting in the way at the moment, and Atsushi couldn’t stand not being able to fully grope at his soulmate’s body. “Clothes,” was all Atsushi said, which caused Akutagawa to roll his eyes.
“We have barely started and you’re already reduced to such a caveman-esque state,” Akutagawa chided, planting his hands firmly on Atsushi’s chest and forcing space in between them. He stripped anyway despite his attitude, standing in front of Atsushi in nothing but his dress shirt and pants that did nothing to hide the obvious, straining erection.
“Want me to get on with it, then? That desperate for me to fuck you raw?” Atsushi couldn’t help himself – the thought of filling Akutagawa with his cum was too addictive, to temping. He wished he could just fast forward to his cock buried deep in Akutagawa but then swatted away the idea. After all, how could anyone want to miss this, the best damn foreplay of Akutagawa’s life. (Though there isn’t any competition.)
“For fuck’s sake, I don’t know why that’s such a big deal,” Akutagawa grumbled. “It was a mere suggestion. Go get condoms if you care so much.”
“Definitely not,” Atsushi smiled, pulling Akutagawa back in for another filthy kiss. Atsushi’s tongue slipped between Akutagawa’s lips, greedy and insistent, tasting him like he’d been dying for this moment – which he has. Their mouths crashed together, hot and messy, lips bruising from the force. Akutagawa groaned, not wanting to let Atsushi take control but powerless to stop it, feeling hands gripping at his hips and pulling him impossibly closer, grinding their bodies until Akutagawa could feel every line of Atsushi’s need pressed against him. The kiss grew sloppier, spit pooling between them, and Akutagawa couldn’t help but gasp as Atsushi bit at his bottom lip, tugging harshly before soothing the ache with another deep, hungry kiss. Atsushi’s hand slipped under Akutagawa’s shirt, exploring the bare skin, nails scraping just enough to leave marks as his other hand tangled in Akutagawa’s hair, pulling him even deeper into the filthy, desperate embrace.
Atsushi pushed Akutagawa back a little, maneuvering them towards the couch in the middle of the room without having to pull apart. Atsushi almost pouted when Akutagawa jerked his head back, forcefully separating them, but took it as an opportunity to bury his face in the side of Akutagawa’s neck and continue his assault there. He could feel the way Akutagawa’s chest heaved, and the shuddering breathy exhale Akutagawa let out as Atsushi’s teeth dug into his pale flesh.
Sucking at the bit mark, Atsushi groaned, moving higher and licking and nipping up Akutagawa’s jaw until Akutagawa slapped his hands against Atsushi’s chest again. “Wait– Stop–”
“What’s wrong?” Atsushi asked, pulling away immediately. He worried that the biting was too much, maybe it hurt, but Akutagawa just looked to the floor with an embarrassed expression, flitting his eyes to the left and hoping Atsushi understood.
Confused, Atsushi glanced to the side and saw Seishiro on top of the cat tower, staring at the two of them, eyes narrowed and tail thumping against the cushioned surface. “You’re kidding,” Atsushi laughed, looking back at Akutagawa who was flushed from both the previous activities and the humiliation of being judged by a cat.
“I can’t... not while he’s watching...” Akutagawa muttered, still catching his breath. Atsushi wanted to kiss him again, but he knew he would be stopped.
“Then let’s go to your room,” Atsushi suggested, and the more he thinks about it, he’s glad Akutagawa made them move. Byakko – And, honestly, Atsushi as well – didn’t really like another feline looking at his soulmate in this state and the state Atsushi would reduce him to. Atsushi would kill himself before admitting that to Akutagawa, though.
Atsushi followed Akutagawa to the bedroom, not stopping to marvel at what a Port Mafia salary can get a person. There would definitely be another chance to look around, but right now all Atsushi could think of doing was fucking Akutagawa until he was a mess.
When Akutagawa pressed the door shut and locked it for good measure – just in case Seishiro somehow evolved to have opposable thumbs and could figure out a doorknob – Atsushi practically pounced on him, grabbing Akutagawa’s arms and dragging him toward the bed. “No distractions now,” he winked, pressing a quick kiss to Akutagawa’s lips before pushing down on Akutagawa’s shoulders and sitting him down on the edge of the bed.
Atsushi sunk to his knees, looking up at Akutagawa before nosing at the bulge in his pants. “C’mon, pants off. I can’t do it at this angle.”
Akutagawa’s face went red, biting his bottom lip as he obeyed. He carefully undid the button on his pants with shaky hands before managing to slip them off, arching slightly (a little preview of what would sure to happen again as the day progressed, Atsushi hoped) as he lifted himself up to pull them off completely.
“I’m going to take off your underwear,” Atsushi warned, waiting for Akutagawa’s slow nod before pulling down the fabric.
Atsushi swore his heart stopped in his chest.
Akutagawa sat, legs spread and underwear hanging around one of his ankles, exposed for Atsushi’s eyes only. “Wow,” Atsushi whispered without thinking, realizing what he accidentally said a moment later when Akutagawa made an embarrassed noise.
“I don’t know exactly how I expected someone to react when seeing me half nude, but wow is not what I had in mind,” Akutagawa exhaled, letting out a small and nervous, breathy chuckle.
“Sorry,” Atsushi apologized, sounding not even a little bit sorry at all. “You’re just really pretty.”
Akutagawa’s breath stuttered, lips parting in surprise before snapping shut and looking off to the side. “There’s really no need to butter me up, I’ve already agreed to do this.”
“I mean it,” Atsushi said truthfully, wide eyes gazing into Akutagawa’s slightly narrowed ones. When Akutagawa didn’t look away, just kept watching Atsushi – who was watching him right back – Atsushi asked, “What is it?”
“Nothing,” a pause, “It’s stupid.”
“I don’t care. Tell me anyway.”
“Your... eyes. They’re... nice,” Akutagawa said eloquently.
Atsushi smiled. “Yeah?”
“...yeah. I never noticed... I mean, obviously before since I couldn’t have but... they’re just...” he trailed off, but the word ‘pretty’ rang loud and clear in Atsushi’s ears.
Akutagawa recognized the colors from an online search before he went downstairs this morning to meet Atsushi. He wanted to know all the colors before going out into the world. Purple and Yellow. Violet and Gold. Lilac and Dandelion. There were so many shades and types that Akutagawa couldn’t even begin to remember them all.
“Thank you,” Atsushi smiled, a puff of breath hitting Akutagawa’s leaking cock as Atsushi laughed.
Akutagawa gasped as soft lips pressed against his thigh. Slowly, so very slowly, Atsushi kissed along the inseam of his thigh, lips and tongue sliding against Akutagawa’s skin until he reached the base of his cock. "It's been a while since I've done this," Atsushi said, taking his hand and moving Akutagawa’s cock to his lips.
Akutagawa's breath hitched when Atsushi slowly slid the tip into his warm mouth. Atsushi sighed around it, tasting the salty precum that began to drip into his eager mouth. Atsushi sucked on the tip harder, feeling his own cock jerk when Akutagawa emitted a low groan. "Fuck,” Akutagawa hissed, hesitating once before his hand found purchase in Atsushi’s hair, gently fisting the strands tightly as Atsushi moaned softly around his cock, licking over the slit.
It felt unbelievable. Akutagawa didn’t know if it was just because this was his first ever blowjob, or because it was Atsushi – deep down he hoped, rather, knew it was just because it was Atsushi doing this to him – but it felt so good.
Atsushi gently patted Akutagawa’s thigh, which made Akutagawa open his eyes (he hadn’t realized they were closed) and look down at him, confused. Atsushi pulled off with a lewd ‘pop’ that was sure to ring in Akutagawa’s mind for the next few days any time he closed his eyes. “Don’t do that,” Atsushi said, glancing up at the fist over Akutagawa’s mouth, “I want to hear you. It’s just us here, so you can be loud for me.”
Maybe it was the phrasing ‘for me’ that made Akutagawa groan, or maybe it was the fact that he needed Atsushi’s mouth back on him. Whatever it was, Akutagawa obeyed right away which made Atsushi let out a groan of his own. “Fuck, you’re so good,” Atsushi whispered, “so obedient. That’s so hot. I can’t fucking wait to...” the rest of his sentence was cut off by Atsushi’s desire for himself to shut the fuck up and get Akutagawa back in his mouth, so that’s what he did.
He took Akutagawa deeper this time, and though he wanted to get lost in the sensations, he forced his eyes open so that he could see Akutagawa watching him. Akutagawa’s wide, tear-filled eyes were doing unimaginable things to Atsushi and the weretiger didn’t know how much longer he could wait.
Barely able to control himself, Atsushi took Akutagawa all the way down to the hilt, only stopping when there wasn’t anything left. He held himself there for a moment, watching the way Akutagawa’s breath came in short, rapid bursts, how his grey eyes were blown wide and shimmered with pure need.
He pulled back again slowly, letting the velvety head catch against his tongue before releasing it with a soft, wet pop. He repeated that pattern – deep, claiming swallow, followed by a teasing, agonizing retreat – and set a rhythm that was just cruel. Each time he went deep, he let his own pleasure show, humming around the shaft, letting his eyes flutter shut for a brief second in bliss before forcing them open to meet Akutagawa’s gaze.
When he took him all the way for the umpteenth time, Akutagawa’s hips gave a slight jolt, a tiny, involuntary thrust as he sought out more. Atsushi smiled around Akutagawa, pulling completely off and relishing in the punched-out noise that left Akutagawa. “Don’t move. I’ll take care of you, I swear. Can you stay still,” Atsushi questioned with an innocent tilt of his head, “for me?”
And Akutagawa just knew that the damn weretiger knew how much power he had over Akutagawa’s weak, weak heart, body, and mind. The hand in Atsushi’s hair clenched harder, and the sudden pinpricks of pain did nothing to hinder Atsushi’s arousal. If anything, it made him all the more eager.
“So fucking good,” he breathed, licking a stripe up the shaft. “You have no idea,” another lick, “I think I’m obsessed with you. I wanna keep you here forever, never let you go, make you feel so good everyday...” Atsushi’s tiger agreed with him there, the idea of keeping Akutagawa – his soulmate, fuck, his mate, even – locked up forever, kept away from the outside world and make him feel so damn good every single day, was just too unrealistically good to entertain.
Akutagawa’s breath was coming in ragged, broken pants. His head was thrown back, but his eyes kept darting down, helplessly drawn to the sight. Atsushi’s pink lips, glistening with spit and pre-cum, his soft tongue doing sinful things to him... it was all too much. And when Akutagawa’s legs were forced up, lifted over Atsushi’s shoulders and Atsushi’s licks went lower and lower, Akutagawa thought he was going to die.
“W-wait,” Akutagawa protested, but Atsushi’s tongue was already poking and prodding at his tight hole, making the puckered flesh slick with spit. “Ohymgod,” was all Akutagawa could utter.
Atsushi paused only long enough to watch Akutagawa’s reaction, savoring the tremble that ran through his body. He pressed his tongue deeper, circling and teasing until Akutagawa’s thighs threatened to clamp shut around his head – and what a way to go out, but Atsushi couldn’t deny that in that moment he didn’t care at all. Atsushi gripped them firmly, keeping him open and vulnerable, his breath ghosting hot across the sensitive skin. The room felt heavy with anticipation, punctuated by the ragged, desperate pleading spilling from Akutagawa’s lips. “You can’t--” Atsushi’s tongue pressed flat against Akutagawa’s hole, licking a long, broad stripe, “That’s disgusting--!” again “oh, fuck...!” and again, “J- Atsushi—!” And the sob Akutagawa let out after was heavenly.
Atsushi’s tongue worked relentlessly, never letting up as he teased and tasted every inch, savoring the sounds Akutagawa made with each flick and press. Akutagawa’s legs trembled, threatening to lose their strength as the pleasure became overwhelming; his fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white, desperate for something to ground him. Atsushi glanced up, catching Akutagawa’s flushed, tear-streaked face, feeling a surge of pride at every gasp and whimper he coaxed out. “I’m going to get you ready, okay? This part might hurt a little, so let me know if it doesn't feel good,” Atsushi whispered into his skin – the action alone was enough to make Akutagawa shudder – as he slid the pad of his thumb over Akutagawa’s spit-slick hole.
“It’s gonna be cold for a second,” Atsushi murmured as something cold and wet dripped over his hole. Akutagawa sucked in a breath at the feeling, tensing as a gentle finger spread the lube across him. “It’s okay, just relax a little,” Atsushi said quietly, gently, as the tip of his middle finger slipped inside. “Oh, fuck,” Atsushi groaned lowly, thoroughly enjoying his front row seat to watch Akutagawa greedily suck in the first finger.
Akutagawa’s hand gripped the bed sheets, clenching hard as the digit slid in up to the second joint. ”You’re doing so well, Akutagawa,” Atsushi praised breathlessly. He sounded just about as fucked out as Akutagawa felt. Atsushi’s lips curled up into a smirk as Akutagawa moaned above him and his cock twitched. Praise then, Atsushi thought. He assumed so, but a confirmation was nice to have.
“Look, it’s all the way in,” Atsushi groaned at the feeling. Akutagawa’s eyes were screwed shut, but he didn’t look to be in any pain. “Akutagawa, how does it feel?” Atsushi asked, unable to keep the pleading out of his tone. Akutagawa moaned softly, clenching harder on Atsushi’s finger. “Words, please,” Atsushi said gently, free hand sliding up and down the expanse of Akutagawa’s thighs comfortingly.
“’s’good,” Akutagawa managed, “I- It’s good.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Ngh, no-.”
“That’s good,” Atsushi smiled. Slowly, Atsushi slipped his index finger beside his middle, gently easing it in up to the first joint. Atsushi poured more lube onto his fingers and the second one slipped right in with the first.
“Oh, fuck,” Akutagawa cursed, and Atsushi nearly moaned at the whine in his voice.
“You’re taking my fingers so well,” Atsushi praised, unable to control himself as he moved closer, urging Akutagawa’s legs farther apart. “Does it hurt?”
Akutagawa gasped when Atsushi curled his fingers up towards his stomach, brushing against something inside of him. “Fuck-, what-”
Atsushi groaned lowly at the reaction. “Prostate. It doesn’t hurt, right?” He curled his fingers again, angling them just right to graze that certain spot inside Akutagawa. Atsushi lowered his head and placed his lips against Akutagawa’s thigh. The noise Akutagawa let out after he hit it again was enough of an answer.
Atsushi pressed a third finger in, the tension in Akutagawa’s body palpable—need making him arch and push back, almost desperate for more. Atsushi’s breath caught, watching Akutagawa’s reactions with a hunger he could barely contain, his touch firm and deliberate. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and rough, each move driven by a restless longing. Without hesitation, he slid in a fourth, Akutagawa shuddered, biting back a gasp, his need undeniable.
“I need-...” Akutagawa trailed of, breath erratic as he fought to collect himself.
“What do you need?” Atsushi asked, flexing and curling his fingers just right, wringing another helpless sob from Akutagawa’s red-bitten lips.
“You. Inside,” Akutagawa demanded through the cloudy haze of his lust. “Please,” he said in a breathy exhale. “I want, I-... put it in. Please.”
Atsushi bit back a loud moan. “Fuck, you’re perfect, asking so nicely... of course.” Atsushi, forgetting that he was still fully clothed, stripped immediately, struggling with the clasp on his belt as he glanced back down at Akutagawa, whose neediness and desire were shining intensely in his eyes. He kicked off his underwear, uncaring as the garment landed a few feet away. He grabbed the lube again, squeezing a copious amount on his hand as he gently stroked himself. The touch was like fire, but it was a pale imitation of the warm, tight heat he was about to bury himself in. “Fuck... I'm gonna ruin you,” he promised darkly as he sucked in a breath; his slick hand sliding up and down his cock was bordering on too good, and he still had to take Akutagawa apart.
Akutagawa risked a glance down, eyes popping open and jaw dropping at the sight.
You’re kidding.
“I think I’m having second thoughts,” Akutagawa muttered, staring at Atsushi’s cock with a comical mix of shock, horror, and desire. It was... for lack of better word... big. Bigger than Akutagawa’s, bigger than the guy from that one video Akutagawa watched years ago before slamming his laptop shut and taking his frustration out on the nearest low-life criminal trespassing on Port Mafia turf. It was just... big. Long, thick... He couldn’t take that, it wouldn’t fit, but something in Akutagawa needed it and needed it bad.
Atsushi laughed, an amused huff of air escaped him as he licked his lips. “You can take it. I know you can.”
Akutagawa shook his head. “You’re insane. That’s... that isn’t going to –” he inhaled sharply, stomach twisting with nerves but he couldn’t take his eyes off of Atsushi. Akutagawa’s tongue darted out, and blearily he saw as Atsushi followed its movement. “Fuck.” It sounded like defeat, even to Akutagawa’s ears.
Ever so gently, Atsushi pressed the rounded tip of his cock against Akutagawa’s hole, watching intensely as Akutagawa urged himself to relax enough for the head to slip in a little. With every insistent press, Atsushi couldn’t tear his gaze away from the way Akutagawa opened up, slowly but surely accepting him inside.
Akutagawa forced his eyes to stare at the ceiling, unable to watch Atsushi practically drooling over his ass any longer. When the head finally popped all the way inside, Atsushi grit his teeth. He wanted to just... slam all the way in, but not today. There would be time for the kind of rough, depraved things he wanted to do with Akutagawa; for now, he just had to make this so good for him so that Akutagawa will come back for more. “Mmh, good job, look, I'm already in. I’m going to push it a little deeper, okay?” Akutagawa let out a strangled moan in response, feeling every sensation as his hole clenched and spasmed around the intrusion. “Wow, you’re doing so well, taking it so good,” Atsushi murmured, his bare feet digging into the sleek wood floor as he held himself back, “you’re almost –”
“I don't need you to fucking narrate,” Akutagawa snapped, fisting the sheets tight – too tight, probably breaking a hole in the luxury material – as he screwed his eyes shut and took a breath.
Atsushi grinned, undeterred by the bite in Akutagawa’s voice, and leaned down, lips brushing against his jaw as he pressed desperate, open-mouthed kisses to the heated skin. He eased in further, slow and steady, every inch making Akutagawa shudder and gasp, his body straining between pain and pleasure. Atsushi paused to let him adjust, rubbing gentle circles over Akutagawa’s hipbones, coaxing him through the tension. Only when Akutagawa relaxed did Atsushi push deeper, filling him completely, and they both exhaled shaky breaths as their bodies finally settled together. The room was silent except for their frenzied breathing.
Atsushi looked up, chuckling to himself as he tugged the fist between Akutagawa’s teeth out, leaning to the side and whispering into his ear, “I wanna hear you.” And God, was it worth it to feel the way Akutagawa clenched around his cock and the full body shudder that vibrated between their bodies. Akutagawa let out a broken gasp-turned-sob as Atsushi moved a little, brushing past that special, sensitive spot deep inside of him.
Akutagawa moaned openly now as Atsushi shifted again, sliding against his prostate with every tiny shift of his hips. “Atsushi...” was all it took for Atsushi to snap. That breathy plea, the fact that all it took was a single utter of Atsushi’s name for Atsushi to understand exactly what his soulmate needed.
“I know,” Atsushi said, sliding his hands from where they were keeping Akutagawa’s legs spread to his lithe waist, holding him down, “I know.” And when Akutagawa looked up at him, tears spilling out of his blown-wide eyes, grey so dark they were just black, Atsushi lost it.
He pulled out all the way, just enough so that only the head remained inside. Akutagawa shivered at the feeling of being so empty but braced himself for what was about to come next.
“I don’t know how gentle I can be,” Atsushi warned in a voice so low Akutagawa almost missed it. His brows were furrowed, his lip was bitten bloody between his teeth, and the look in his eyes was so intense that Akutagawa could barely hold himself back.
“Don’t be. Just take me,” Akutagawa breathed out, taking his hands away from his ruined sheets and gripping Atsushi’s shoulders instead, “come on, Atsushi, where’s that- that attitude from before? I thought you were going to ruin me? I don’t feel very ruined.” Akutagawa could barely focus on anything right now, his head filled with thoughts of Atsushi taking and using and fucking, it was all too much. He needed the weretiger immediately.
Atsushi huffed out a laugh, dark eyes shining with determination and lust that should’ve heightened Akutagawa’s nerves but only served to dissipate them completely as pure desire took over.
Akutagawa’s breath hitched as Atsushi finally drove forward, hips snapping in a single, fluid thrust that stole the air from Akutagawa’s lungs. The stretch burned, hot and throbbing but delicious all the same, and Akutagawa’s fingernails dug crescents into Atsushi’s shoulders as his body adjusted, pleasure and pain blurring together. Atsushi’s pace was slow at first, savoring every inch, every desperate gasp as he filled Akutagawa again and again, never breaking eye contact – never letting Akutagawa break eye contact. If he tried, Atsushi would keep him down with one hand while the other forced his chin straight ahead and made him keep his eyes open.
It was slow and soft and sweet at first, but then Atsushi pulled out again, all the way this time, tip gently rubbing against Akutagawa’s slippery hole. “Ready?” was all Atsushi said before he slipped in again – easier than before, Akutagawa noticed – and started really fucking him.
With a smug smirk on his face, Atsushi targeted Akutagawa’s prostate, nailing it head-on with each hard thrust, reveling in the way Akutagawa threw his head back and moaned unabashedly. There wasn’t a single second where Akutagawa could think about anything but Atsushi’s cock deep in his ass, stretching his hole obscenely, or nails digging sharply into his side as Atsushi used his tiger’s strength to keep him pinned down.
“You’re taking it so well, fuck,” Atsushi groaned, complying when Akutagawa’s hands pulled him down by the shoulders and connected them chest-to-chest. “So good, so good for me, my soulmate, fuck...!” Atsushi’s primal, animalistic urges were starting to come out and he was powerless against his own desire, pounding Akutagawa at a breakneck pace, filling him up completely.
Atsushi’s rhythm grew relentless, driving into Akutagawa with a hunger that bordered on reverence; their bodies pressed together so close it felt like nothing could come between them. The sounds in the room – breathless gasps, slick skin, the desperate chorus of Atsushi’s name falling from Akutagawa’s lips like a prayer – swelled with every frantic thrust, every heated whisper. Akutagawa’s legs wrapped tighter around Atsushi, heels digging in for leverage as he arched up, meeting Atsushi’s movements with an equal sense of urgency. Every sensation rippled through him, overwhelming, pleasure sharper than pain, his mind blank except for the feeling of Atsushi filling him, grounding him, ruining him just like he’d promised. He clung to Atsushi, nails raking down his back. As their bodies moved together, neither could tell where one ended and the other began.
Akutagawa practically screamed when Atsushi snuck his hand between them and grabbed his neglected cock, stroking the painfully sensitive length as Akutagawa cried curses and garbled renditions of ‘fuck,’ ‘please,’ and ‘Atsushi.’ Atsushi stroked him faster, using Akutagawa's steady stream of precum as lube while Akutagawa squirmed both away and toward the onslaught of pleasure – but there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, Atsushi had him trapped and Akutagawa loved every second of it.
“I’m- fuck...!” Akutagawa cried out, reduced to nothing more than a moaning whore and Atsushi relished this side of him. Akutagawa sounded so pretty begging for release, begging in general, honestly. “I’m- I’m-,” Akutagawa couldn’t get another word out; Atsushi wouldn’t let him. He teased the head of Akutagawa’s cock as his own thrusted inside of him, a rough-slam-in-slow-drag-out-repeat cycle that didn’t give Akutagawa a second to breathe.
Akutagawa clenched tightly around Atsushi, shaking and trembling under him as his moans grew louder and louder not able to – and not interested in – holding them back anymore. “I’m gonna– gonna cum, please–, Atsushi,” Akutagawa sobbed, canting his hips up into Atsushi’s fist, eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure consumed him.
Atsushi’s fist tightened, and only a few quick, tights jerks of his hand later, Akutagawa was moaning wantonly and spilling hotly between their bodies. Atsushi stroked him through it, milking him for all he was worth and when he was finished, Akutagawa was sobbing from overstimulation.
“Fuck, yes, fuck, you clench down so hard when you cum,” Atsushi rambled in a haze of desperation and lust. He let Akutagawa’s limp cock go but there was nothing he could do about it being sandwiched between their sweat soaked and cum stained bodies. “Shit, I'm so close,” Atsushi moaned, hands finding their way back to Akutagawa’s waist and nails – now claws (thanks Byakko) – digging into the soft flesh.
The pinpricks of pain made Akutagawa see stars. He panted harshly as Atsushi delivered one final, powerful thrust as deep as he could possibly go and released inside of Akutagawa. Akutagawa’s exhausted, overstimulated body couldn’t help but clench again, taking every drop from Atsushi’s spent cock and grinding his hips against the heaviness resting inside of him, fucking Atsushi’s cum even deeper if that was possible.
Atsushi fell against Akutagawa, unable to keep himself up anymore, arms feeling like jelly. “Holy shit,” he mumbled. Atsushi’s relentless lips found Akutagawa’s again and they shared a messy, open-mouthed kiss as they panted into each other’s mouths and struggled to catch their breaths. They stayed there for a moment, kissing, breathing each other in, Akutagawa’s eyes felt heavy and he had to push down the urge to close them and just fall asleep like this.
“I think I’m dying,” Akutagawa complained sullenly, effectively bringing them both out of their post-orgasm haze.
Atsushi laughed, fond and breathless. “From what? Laying there and taking it like a princess?”
“I can’t feel my legs. You’ve fucked me to death, Atsushi. Are you happy.” Akutagawa opened his mouth to complain again but Atsushi snuck in, kissing him quiet.
“Akutagawa cracking jokes, now I’ve seen it all,” Atsushi smiled into the kiss, groaning when Akutagawa pushed his chest and rolled Atsushi over. Akutagawa cringing from oversensitivity as Atsushi’s cock slipped out of his aching hole and moved to stand up from the bed, stumbling a little but eventually finding his footing.
Atsushi watched him from the bed, gazing adoringly at the way Akutagawa’s chest was still heaving and laughing at the face he made when Atsushi’s cum started dripping down his thighs.
“I’m going to shower,” Akutagawa said, and Atsushi couldn’t help the way he visibly deflated. He hoped Akutagawa wouldn’t kick him out, but that tone sounded suspiciously close to ‘and you better be gone by the time I get out’ being the end of that sentence. Atsushi pushed himself to sit up, staring down at the floor. Just as he was about to respond, Akutagawa continued, “and... since you also have to shower, perhaps you can... join me?” Atsushi’s eyes shot up, confusion, disbelief, and excitement all rolled up into one emotion he couldn’t describe. Akutagawa sounded hesitant and nervous, as if Atsushi didn't almost jump for joy at hearing those words.
“Yes,” he said immediately, realizing he needed to say more because a simple yes wasn’t enough. “Yes, let’s shower. Together.”
Akutagawa exhaled, relieved. “Keep your hands to yourself,” he warned, leading Atsushi to his bathroom.
Atsushi nodded. “Of course.”
Akutagawa still walked out of that bathroom an hour later with a limp, bite marks everywhere, and a raw throat from the screams, cries, and moans Atsushi drew from him under the hot spray of water and guise of ‘cleaning the cum out of him.’
“‘Of course,’” Akutagawa mocked under his breath, pushing his wet hair back with his fingers as he slipped on an old t-shirt. Atsushi came up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist and chin resting on his shoulder.
“Hi,” Atsushi said.
“Hi,” Akutagawa replied, feeling himself relax against Atsushi despite his quickly fleeting annoyance. Damn weretiger. “Soulmates, then,” Akutagawa hummed thoughtfully, letting his eyes slowly flutter shut as Atsushi’s low laugh rumbled against his back.
“Soulmates,” Atsushi echoed, pressing a gentle kiss on the back of Akutagawa’s neck before pulling away. “Wanna order something? I’m starving.”
Akutagawa smiled as Atsushi stepped out of the bedroom, talking distantly about what they should get to eat.
Soulmates, then.