#reversed cursed technique : flashlight

[n0bluev]

I LIED

LIGHT

SHADOW

CONCEPTS SO DISTINCTLY DISTINCT FROM EACHOTHER.

FOILING BUT NEVER ANTAGONISING.

NEVER.

HOW COULD THEY ? WHEN BOTH ONLY EVER HAVE MEANING WHEN THE OTHER EXISTS ?

A LIGHT WITHOUT A SHADOW WOULDN'T HAVE A NAME NOR A SHAPE. A SHADOW WITHOUT A LIGHT WOULDN'T HAVE A NAME NOR A SHAPE. IF SOMETHING IS EVERYWHERE, ISN'T IT VOID ? THEY CAN ONLY EVER COEXIST ; THE MOMENT YOU TAKE THE 'CO' AWAY THE 'EXIST' DEPARTS TOO.

[mackjlee9]

[Kinktober 2022]

Character & Prompt;

Kokichi Muta/Mechamaru| Wet Dream

•|word count; 1282|•

(I really wanted to write about him, so this one-shot has quite a plot)

Ever since he met (M/n) for the first time he's wanted to have something with him. Kokichi fell in love with the (h/c)-haired male the instant he saw him. He couldn't understand why or how he fell in love so quickly with a guy he just met, but he liked the tingly sensations that surged through his body every time they talked, at least, that distracted him from the constant suffering and pain he had to go through.

The longer it passed, the stronger his feelings got for him, going as far as to daydream about him, but those innocent fantasies changed into something dirtier when he saw the male naked stripping for the first time. He didn't mean to, he was just walking past (M/n)'s room when he heard him groan, so he stopped to see what was going on.

And through Mechamaru's eyes, he saw how (M/n) was taking off his shirt to inspect a wound on his side a little better, standing in front of his mirror, "Fuck," he muttered whenever the smallest movement would pull on the wound, slightly opening it more.

Something about seeing (M/n) without a shirt and with a frown on his face made Kokichi fill flustered, so he turned around and took Mechamaru to his room. After laying the cyborg on the bed, Kokichi stared off into the endless void surrounding him. He didn't understand it quite well. But he wanted to see him shirtless more often, observe that frown up close.

That day was the day when Kokichi started craving a normal body more than ever. To experience what it would be like to move, to walk and talk without feeling pain, to feel someone else's touch. To feel desire and love.

So, not really feeling satisfied with the thought of being used by (M/n) like nothing but a flashlight, Kokichi did it. He contacted Mahito and Geto.

Of course, he told (M/n) what he wanted to do, and even if he tried to persuade Kokichi from not doing it, the black-haired male ended up convincing him, to help him afterward, 'cause he was sure he was gonna die otherwise. (M/n) accepted and waited at a reasonable distance where both, Sorcerer nor Curse would be able to find him.

He saw Kokichi's Mechamaru, the huge cyborg was visible from a distance, good thing his cursed technique was able to reverse time on a small section of the veil so he could get it within being detected.

(M/n) waited, in painful silence as he heard how those two hurt his best friend, and crush him to death. Or at least, they thought they had killed Kokichi, and deeming their work done, they left the scene.

Preparing his curse, (M/n) jumped through the threes that were still standing and rushed toward Kokichi, who was crushed under some metallic pieces. Taking a deep breath, (M/n) reversed time on the heavy things crushing Kokichi, and made them stop in mid-air while he pulled the black-haired male from under there.

Hearing the metal fall on the ground, (M/n) reversed time on Kokichi, his wounds slowly closing, as if they were never there to begin with. It took him a while, but he was finally done, Kokichi looked unharmed, but he still had to wait for him to wake up.

When he did, the first thing Kokichi saw were (M/n)'s teary eyes and gentle smile, his heart speeding up and his face getting hot. He sat up abruptly, which made him dizzy, but (M/n) prevented him from hurting himself.

"You should rest for a bit, Muta, let me help you," being picked up wasn't a new feeling, but this time he didn't feel pain everywhere at being carried, so Kokichi let himself relax against (M/n), and he closed his eyes.

//////

Feeling wet kisses on his neck and hands stroking his lower body, Kokichi gasped and slowly opened his eyes. He was laying on a bed, and someone was on top of him, both of them stripped naked, their bodies touching and rubbing against each other.

"Muta..." The sound of (M/n)'s voice next to his ear made Kokichi shiver, letting out a moan at foreign but pleasing feelings on his body, "I can't hold back any longer..." Backing away from his neck, (M/n) made eye contact with him, gently holding his face in his hands, "I need to make you mine, I don't wanna lose you again."

Releasing a muffled whimper, Kokichi lifted his hands to grip (M/n)'s hair, his legs being spread apart and sweetly stroked, tender fingers gracing his entrance before slowly being pushed in, stretching his insides.

Moans left Kokichi's mouth, and at some point, (M/n) didn't care about trying to muffle them, letting his lewd noises fill his ears, bouncing off the walls surrounding them.

"I'm gonna make you mine, Muta," aligning his cock to Kokichi's entrance, (M/n) started pushing inside him, slow and gentle, waiting for him to adjust to his size, but that wasn't needed. Kokichi wrapped his shaky legs around (M/n)'s hips, forcing him to push his whole length inside his tight walls. Both of them moaned, calling for the other while keeping a tight grip on each other. Neither of them wanted to let go. Ever.

"I love you... (M/n)..." Kokichi mumbled in the male's ear, scratching his back as his eyes rolled into the back of his at the extreme pleasure he felt surging through his body.

"Me too, I... I love you too, Muta..." He responded, groaning between sentences as he struggled to hold in his orgasm, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he muttered, hiding his face on Kokichi's neck.

"In... Inside me, cum inside me~" Kokichi pleaded, tears falling down his face, his mind jumbled with random thoughts.

With every move of his hips, (M/n) groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as his orgasm hit him, filling Kokichi with his hot cum. The black-haired male mewled at the feeling of being filled, his cum spurting out of his cock and staining his abdomen, even up to his chest.

"That was... amazing..."

//////

(M/n) was unsure of what he should do in this kind of situation. Should he play dumb and pretend he didn't hear anything? Or say something about it? 'Cause man, he was so fucking embarrassed after hearing Kokichi moaning his name in his sleep, he even had an erection! And (M/n) was pretty sure he came in his sleep too!

What do I do now?!

But he didn't have time to think about it, because Kokichi woke up.

"Wha-? Where-?" Walking closer to his bed, (M/n) could hold in his smirk, leaning over him to tease him, enjoying the flustered look on his face.

"Damn, Muta, I didn't know you were interested in me like that too~"

Kokichi was panicking, just now realizing that he had a wet dream about (M/n)! Not only that but also... his underwear was wet and sticky.

"I-Uh, I didn't- this wasn't-" he paused for a moment when he realized something he missed, "Wait... Too? What does that-?"

Not letting him finish his sentence, (M/n) leaned down close enough to give him a short kiss, catching the male off-guard.

"I like you too, Muta~" was all he said before walking away and leaving the room.

Kokichi didn't know if he should feel ashamed or glad about that wet dream.

[nelsontolandx]

(chapters landing in reverse order)

3.  Who, What, and When?

That “Noisy Bird” of course, was an airplane.  It landed in a field further down the mountain near the valley.  Kengo had made his way down the mountain and cleverly hid in the thick jungle growth. He spied on the man-creatures as they climbed out of the Noisy Bird, to see what they were up too.

 There were two of them. One wearing rugged “safari” gear, and the pilot had on goggles and a spiffy foxhunting suit with a long red-crimson  scarf. These were curious creatures. Kengo watched, fascinated by all the things they were doing. They unloaded various boxes, supplies and equipment.  

“Oswald” said one of the men, “Why did we have to bring all this heavy junk, we’re just here to try to catch a nice big gorilla, right? It looks like we’re moving here to stay.”

“Now, Rueben, haven’t we been over this? You were with me when we picked out our necessities.  And, our wonderfully miserable boss, “Mister Senator Pallor” as you called him, he gave us that big cash deposit up front. We can’t afford to mess-up on this venture. We’re very lucky to get a job like this at all, y’know?”

“Well Oswald, Supreme Governess Grace is his boss, and she doesn’t even know about all his illegal schemes, does she?”

“Because it isn’t any of her business, now is it Rueben? The Rue Jungle is no place for a Supreme Governess like Lady Grace. She’s perfectly happy in her castle up North in Auldsburg. - Listen, Rueben, this isn’t any of your concern anyway, so just zip it!”

Rueben had a twisted frown on his face.

“Well, yeah Oswald, but, everyone loves Lady Grace,… besides that, Mister Senator Pallor didn’t realize that you were going to spend almost all of the money on all this equipment and gadgets.” 

“Now, now Rueben, you were the one who insisted on all the gourmet foods like capers and chutney. Plus, picking the latest sportswear designs in the fanciest stores in Auldsburg.  …And by the way, Ruby, you not supposed call him “Mister” Senator Pallor. Did you know that?  Ain’t you got no class, Ruby?”

Oswald continued his sarcastic remarks.

“…and honestly, Ruby, I don’t know another soul who’d pick an old fashioned fox hunting get-up with that stupid red ascot, to hunt for gorilla in the Rue Jungle.” Oswald added. 

“Ascot?” Rueben had that sour, insulted look on his face. ”That isn’t an ascot.” He thought.

Now Rueben just wanted to get the job done, get paid and go home as soon as possible.

Enjoying the profits of the venture was Rueben’s only motivation.  Oswald on the other hand, loved the rustic adventure of outsmarting one of nature’s most challenging beasts. 

“Oswald? …It’s “Rueben”.  Not “Ruby” if you don’t mind. And, the scarf keeps the engine oil off me neck, all pilots wear a scarf, it’s not an ascot! Don’t you know nothin’ about these things?”

“Oh, sure thing, Ruby,” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever you say!” Then Oswald let out his annoying scratchy little laugh. “Eh eh heheheh”

It wasn’t long before Oswald and Rueben had their base camp all set up. A wobbly two-bunk tent to keep the rain off, a sturdy little steel cook stove, and folding table, which Rueben brought for cooking and dining, although it was piled up with Oswald’s maps, a radio, and gorilla hunting equipment.  

“Hey Oswald, why did you tie my scarf on the tent pole like that? I can’t even get your knot out of it.”

“Oh that? Well, you’re a fine pilot and all Ruby, but when we’re flying, your stupid red ascot flaps right in my face there in the back seat. Your fashion statement is making my life very uncomfortable. You get my drift, Rueben?

“Ascot? Oh, uh, you mean my pilot’s scarf – oh, sorry about that, Ossie, I didn’t realize…”

“I simply shortened it up with my special knot tying techniques. You just plop it over your head, and it’ll never come off. That’ll fix that!”

Rueben, disappointed, gave Oswald the raised eyebrow. His scarf really did have one of those impossibly tight knots in it.

Despite the poacher’s constant bickering and snide remarks Oswald was sure he had it all figured out, these two poachers were ready to get up in the morning and go catch a gorilla. 

Oswald explained to Rueben how they would … “Catch ‘em, tie ‘em up, and simply fly ‘em back” to the Auldsburg zoo and turn the gorillas over to the zookeeper. “Catch, tie and fly and repeat.” This would add up to quite a large bag of gold “coin” for the poachers. Gorillas were always in demand at the old zoo, because they never seemed to last very long. In those days, a zoo wasn’t very well suited for a gorilla or any other animal. It was more like a jail. 

Of course, most modern animal parks are a different story. You can see beautiful, wide-open lands for the animals. They often rescue injured or lost creatures, nurse them back to health so they will be happy, healthy and comfortable. But not in these days, when Senator Pallor was in charge of things. ‘Ol Senator Pallor was as greedy and crooked as they come.

Well, it seemed to Kengo that the few gorillas left in the colony were not in any immediate danger. They were far away over the mountain ridge. It was a long way for the humans to walk and carry all that junk they had along with them. 

Kengo sat in the cool blue evening light, well hidden behind the bushes. Spying on the poachers, he didn’t make a sound. The man-creatures were staying put for the night in the camp next to the “noisy bird” airplane. One of the man creatures lit a bright lantern to in their camp area. The light made bizarre beams and shadows loom into the wild surroundings. 

Now that flying noisy bird thing fascinated Ken Gorilla. A machine you could climb into and somehow, it would take you up into the sky.  Kengo was fascinated by the airplane. He had a good view of it from his vantage point nearby.

The poachers were finally snoring in their tent. Kengo almost hypnotized by that flying “bird” machine, took a calculated risk. He couldn’t resist a closer look at that airplane. He tip-toed over and easily climbed up to the cockpit and sat down. Ken Gorilla is a large fellow. The airplane creaked loudly on its wheel springs. Kengo froze. Shhh!  Oh, but what a comfy place to sit! He saw all the interesting dials and buttons. One big dial had a picture of an airplane in it and little lines and marks all around it. Kengo was imagining they needed to check these things to make the thing work. He was sure if those funny looking man-creatures could run this noisy bird, well he could, too. There were handles, levers and foot pedals and one easy to reach, red button.  Without a thought, Kengo gave the irresistible, big red button a push with his huge gorilla index finger - the airplane’s engine suddenly coughed and made a loud sputtering noise, shattering the quiet night. It scared the “bananas” out of him. “Uh Oh!” he huffed. He hopped right out of the airplane and slipped into the underbrush in a blink. The engine let out a gasping wheeze and fell silent again. The propeller jerked to a stop. Ken didn’t know to pull the choke lever. If he did, the engine would’ve probably started right up.

It took the poachers a moment to react.

“Huh? What? What on Earth?” Groggy but half-panicked, Oswald furiously clambered out of the tent in his skivvies cursing in whispers at whatever in the world had got into the airplane, followed by a sleepy headed Rueben. 

 “It was probably just a monkey or a bird.” Rueben yawned.

“Rueben, hello?” Oswald said in disbelief, “monkeys and birds do not start airplane engines. Are you crazy?” He said as he snapped up his trusty hunting rifle.

“Oswald, just forget about it and go back to sleep.”

“I’ll tell you what, Rueben - You go back to your blanket and teddy-bear, while me and my elephant gun go have a little look around. You can stay here all by yourself, or with who, or whatever started your airplane engine.” Oswald tried to control his temper. Rueben figured he’d best pitch-in or he would never hear the end of it. Plus, he didn’t want to lose his fifty percent share of the job. 

“Alright, Alright, then Ossie, I’m coming with, I coming with! Beans and whistles!” 

“Well, be quiet about it then. You going to scare him off!” Oswald said in a loud whisper.

“…Who, Ossie?” 

Oswald rolled his eyes and paused.

 “…And stop calling me Ossie!” 

So, the two poachers set off into the night, under the canopy of the jungle trees to see whatever they might see. Shining their flashlights into the dark mist, they tromped right past Ken Gorilla as he hid in the bushes. He caught their unpleasant “human” smell, but told himself to just hold tight for now. Kengo wouldn’t just attack for no reason, although you better believe it was tempting.

 Well then, as long as they were out, Kengo decided to sneak back in for another first-hand look at the campsite.  Kengo picked up an interesting box with dials and wires hanging from it. He looked at it and gave it a good hard shake. Oswald’s radio now jingled with broken parts. Like a big gorilla would, he dumped it back on the table with a jangle. Something else caught his eye.

“Hmmm…this is interesting” Kengo thought. He spotted a striking crimson-red scarf, hanging by its loop on the door of the tent. He’d seen Rueben wearing it when he got out of the airplane. Ken picked it up, put the ‘already’ knotted loop over his head. A good fit. Cool! Too bad, for Rueben, but Ken Gorilla didn’t consider that it belongs to someone.  Hey, he’s still a gorilla, after all. 

In a moment Kengo heard voices approaching. It was the clumsy humans slogging their way back to camp.  With a classy red scarf trailing behind, Kengo vanished into the night.

Morning Came. Rueben was up making a tasty breakfast by the cookstove. He wondered aloud about who tried to start the airplane last night. Oswald was fiddling with the radio, which didn’t seem to be working.

“Maybe it was natives. There are native people around here, aren’t there, Oswald?” 

“Unlikely.” “My maps and research says the local natives don’t like to live too close to the gorillas. They have a lot of respect for the gorillas, you know.” Oswald stuck out his chin, hunched his shoulders like a gorilla and made a startling “Ooh-Uhh!” Rueben jumped back and then laughed. Oswald laughed his wheezy “eh! eh! eh!” laugh again and then froze. His face went blank. 

“Rueben, take a look at this!” Oswald, sounding very serious.

“Just a minute, Ossie. …Say, have you seen my red scarf anywhere? It seems to have gone missing!”  Oswald held a sarcastic glare at Rueben. 

“Do you see these huge footprints, right here in our camp!” Oswald said in a whisper.

“Looks like we’ve had ourselves a rather large visitor, a gorilla, a big one, 600 pounds or so, - perhaps more.”

“I’ll bet that’s where my scarf went.”

“More likely a monkey or a bird got your stupid red ascot. Besides, Rueben, just think, a six hundred pound gorilla could have you for a snack. (Oswald paused to consider the moment)

“An odd bird you are, Rueben, a very, odd, bird.” With a raised eyebrow, Oswald turned to see about the broken radio. ‘The radio had best be in working order’, Oswald was thinking.

Rueben went off grumbling to himself through clenched teeth.

“You just need a little class in your act, that’s all. That was a fine red silk pilot’s scarf, not an ascot, beans and whistles! I’ll tell you who’s the odd one. Yes I will.” Rueben mumbled to himself as he spread his peach chutney on his toasted crumpet.

Oswald ignored him.

Rueben ignored Oswald.