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chase forever down 30/31

It was getting late, and Atsushi sat on the edge of the building, kicking his feet off the ledge beneath and eating a sandwich he’d picked up at a local convenience mart. The job had gone late again tonight, which, you know, happened in his line of work and he wasn’t expected home, so he found a nice quiet place to eat where he wouldn’t be disturbed.

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It was nice, to just sit here and look over the city at dusk. Home. Yosano had invited him along for drinks with her and Ranpo and Kunikida, but he’d declined. Everyone had been fussing over him like a worried hen for the past few weeks, even without knowing the true cause of his absence, and while it was amazing to be so appreciated, he needed a bit of a break.

Atsushi tilted his head at the soft hush of ruffled clothing, and then he smiled faintly, having sensed his presence a few blocks off. “I thought you weren’t going to be home until Monday,” he said, as Akutagawa hopped up on the ledge beside him before very casually dropping into a seated position as well. “If you had texted, I would’ve come straight home.”

Akutagawa let out a long, exhausted exhale and tilted his head. Atsushi looked over at him; Akutagawa was dressed as he often was, in that tattered overcoat and his favorite cravat. He caught Atsushi’s eye and chuckled softly. “Just released,” he said, putting his legs out straight for a moment before dangling them over the side, the same as Atsushi’s. “We’ve been back in town since earlier in the day, but Chuuya finally chased everyone out of the office. Said he had important things to do.”

“Funny that, Dazai-san cut out of work early today, said he had important shit to get done.”

Their eyes met again, and they both smiled. Atsushi finished off his sandwich in a few swallows, wiping his hand over his mouth and realizing after he’d already finished that he really should have at least offered a bite. He leaned on his hand, cheeks flushing, and Akutagawa’s hand crept over to his, entwining their fingers as they looked out over the twilight city.

The breeze up here was chilly, catching on Atsushi’s hair and tousling it. Autumn was fast on its heels, chasing out the heat of the long summer. He sighed and looked over at Akutagawa again, catching the way he was being watched out of the corner of his eye. “Hungry?” Atsushi asked, teasing, and Akutagawa’s eyes glimmered a familiar red.

“For you? Always.” Akutagawa turned Atsushi’s hand over, rubbing his thumb over his wrist—but Atsushi stopped him, loosening his tie with his other hand. Akutagawa’s eyebrows lifted as Atsushi pulled open the collar of his shirt, but he clearly wasn’t about to say no to such a direct invitation.

Akutagawa kissed Atsushi’s neck, finding the spot where his pulse beat hottest and sinking his fangs directly into the vein. Atsushi’s mouth opened slightly, and he pushed his fingers through Akutagawa’s hair, curling at the base of his skull and holding tight.

Familiar warmth spread through his veins, leaving his limbs tingling; and Atsushi didn’t even object to being manhandled. He let Akutagawa drag him about like a ragdoll, pulling him off his seat on the ledge and down onto the roof proper. Atsushi’s head hit the pitch and he arched his back as Akutagawa climbed up his body, sinking his fangs into Atsushi’s neck again, this time on the other side.

“Missed you,” Akutagawa said into his skin, kissing around where he drew blood, licking clean from Atsushi’s skin anything that escaped. “I thought about you every time I closed my eyes, weretiger.” He pushed his palm over Atsushi’s pants, looking for the bulge he knew he’d find. “I thought about you touching yourself in my bed, alone…”

“Our bed,” Atsushi murmured, one hand thrown over his eyes, blocking out the large, luminous moon overhead. He arched again as Akutagawa slid his hand into Atsushi’s pants finally. “Ah, Ryuunosuke—”

There was something about it like this; under the cold, unforgiving light of the moon; Akutagawa’s hand wrapped around him and stroked slowly. Atsushi got his hands in Akutagawa’s coat, pulling himself up, slightly dizzy from the blood loss. Akutagawa wet his lips and kissed him.

Atsushi hissed against his mouth, Akutagawa’s thumb pressing over the head of his cock, thumbnail digging into the slit. “Our agreement,” Atsushi groaned, because they’d discussed this, the sex in places they could be discovered thing, but that only worked if Akutagawa could manage to keep his hands out of Atsushi’s pants for ten consecutive minutes.

Akutagawa’s eyes were still red, as stark and bright as the blood gathered in the corners of his mouth. “I need to see you climax in the moonlight,” he murmured, and Atsushi moaned, then stifled the next one with the back of his hand. “Then,” he added idly, dancing his other fingers over the v of skin exposed by Atsushi’s open pants, “we shall adjourn to the nearest hotel and you will fuck me so thoroughly I’ll have trouble walking home in the morning.”

Atsushi’s knees were trying to come together, and he held on tight to the front lapel of Akutagawa’s coat. “Deal,” he hissed, and the smirk grew on Akutagawa’s face as he began to stroke Atsushi with more force, fingers tight around his length. It didn’t take long, it never did with Akutagawa’s venom in his veins, and Atsushi’s head went back, gasping, as he found the edge and tilted right over.

Rashomon, smoothly, rippled from Akutagawa’s coat. The small dragon head wrapped around the head of Atsushi’s cock and contained the mess with instant ease. Atsushi let loose a full-body shudder, both palms pressed to his eyes, and Akutagawa gently tugged one away so they could make eye contact.

“So much better than when I do it myself,” Atsushi muttered. “Alone, in our bed.”

Akutagawa snorted a laugh and leaned in to kiss him.

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“Ah, Atsushi-kun,” Dazai said, looking entirely too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for a Thursday morning, “you look like you had a busy night!”

Atsushi lifted his head from his desk and looked over at Dazai, scrolling through a long list of inappropriate responses and selecting one before he truly thought it through. “Dazai-san, are you the ‘important thing’ or are you the ‘to do?’”

Dazai blinked.

Atsushi sat up and stretched his arms over his head, and then stifled a yawn with the back of his hand. His shirt was a little wrinkled today, but he didn’t think it was particularly noticeable as he’d come in to work far more ragged than this, at least. Still, he hadn’t intended to come to work straight from the hotel, shower or not.

Akutagawa joining him in the shower, arms over Atsushi’s shoulders as they kissed under the unending stream of hot water…

Atsushi put his chin in his hand and smiled goofily, staring off into the distance.

Kyouka had left a little while earlier, with Koro-chan on a leash, and Kunikida was standing at Ranpo’s desk, hands on his hips and back to them as he discussed something. Dazai leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, eyes closed; with a peculiar note to his voice said, “Atsushi-kun, you should handle the rest of my paperwork today.”

The words seemed to weigh more, but all the same, they rolled off Atsushi like anything else Dazai said. Atsushi tilted his head, recognized the resonance in his voice, and shook his head. “Sorry, Dazai-san. I have plenty of work to handle today, I think you can take care of your own filing.”

Dazai’s eyes opened.

He looked over at Atsushi, who had finally opened his laptop to boot it up; and then he leaned over and said in a much lower tone of voice, “I thought I told you not to swallow any, Atsushi-kun.”

Atsushi, eyes on his laptop, said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dazai-san.”

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Akutagawa was lying on the couch in his dress-down clothes and watching the show he’d gotten invested in but wouldn’t admit to under pain of death when Atsushi got home. Atsushi snickered to himself in amusement when he heard the channel quickly change as he took his shoes off. “Few days off, then?” he asked as he walked into the main room.

“Vampire hunters in town again, apparently.” Akutagawa lifted his feet to allow Atsushi space to sit on the couch and then draped his legs over Atsushi’s lap. “I feel that I am being lied to in order to keep me out of something.”

“Chuuya-san is usually pretty direct with you though, right?” Atsushi scratched his nose. “It’s not like you have a history of going rogue for no reason, or anything. Ow.” Akutagawa lifted his heel and dropped it into Atsushi’s thigh again. “Maybe there are really vampire hunters sniffing around, it’s not like I have my ear to the ground about things like that.”

Akutagawa grunted in response. “Dazai-san would know.”

“Like Dazai-san will tell me anything. If there are vampire hunters around, he’d probably trick us into raiding their hide-out and taking care of it, like that wouldn’t bring in a ton more chasing glory to avenge their fellows.” Akutagawa grunted again but didn’t dig his heel into Atsushi’s thigh. “I did run across that other vampire while you were gone, Martin-san. He didn’t mention anything about vampire hunters, either.”

Akutagawa lifted his head. “You saw the other vampire?”

“Yeah, ran into him while Kyouka-chan and I were walking the dog. It was…weird. He’s a bit strange, don’t you think?”

Akutagawa frowned, dropped his head back down to the armrest, and folded his arms. “I don’t like that. You’re mine.” He didn’t even flinch when Atsushi smacked the sole of his foot. “Stay away from other vampires.”

“Yes, my ever-jealous master,” Atsushi said dutifully, rolling his eyes. He tilted his head and avoided the single Rashomon tendril that flung at his head, smacking into the back of the couch and not even penetrating the cushion. Atsushi patted Akutagawa’s legs in his lap. “You’re the only creature of the night for me.”

He yelped when Akutagawa sat up enough to grab him by his tie, yanking him down so that he flopped, sidelong, over Akutagawa’s chest. He thumped his head into Akutagawa’s shoulder as his arms wrapped tight around Atsushi. “Mine,” Akutagawa rumbled possessively, and Atsushi wriggled his arms free so that he could wrap them around Akutagawa as well.

“Yours,” he said into the loose fabric of Akutagawa’s shirt and closed his eyes, content.

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scriveyner · 2 years ago

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chase forever down 29/31

Atsushi stood beside his desk and stared at the dog sitting in his chair. It was very calmly sitting upright, wearing a hat and oversized plastic sunglasses and what looked to be one of Atsushi’s old ties; panting as it looked around the room. “I’ve been replaced by a Shiba Inu?” Atsushi asked; voice strangled.

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Kyouka-chan, absolutely deadpan, said, “maybe you should consider coming into work more often.”

“Atsushi-kun!” Dazai sang out his name, waving as he followed Kunikida out of Fukuzawa’s office, “I see you’ve met our new mascot! Isn’t he great?” He didn’t break stride when Kunikida stopped in place and rebounded off his back, still waving one hand at Atsushi.

“Dazai, how many times do I have to correct you? That dog is not our mascot, we do not have nor need a mascot—!”

“Aa, Kunikida-kun is scary~!”

Atsushi watched for a moment as Dazai intentionally escalated Kunikida’s rage, before looking back at Kyouka, hands still tight on the strap of his courier bag. She was typing disinterestedly on of the office laptops but finally looked up at him, unable to keep the smile that tugging at the corner of her mouth from escaping. “I’m glad to see you back,” she said finally. “Do you feel better?”

He blinked, but then thought back to Dazai’s text message earlier in the day, giving him the absolute barest level of information that had been disseminated to the Agency regarding Atsushi’s protracted absence. “Yes, much,” he said. “I’m sorry to have worried you, but Dazai-san took very good care of me.”

He only shuddered a tiny bit when he said that, the discomfort shooting up his spine and dissipating. The dog at his desk seemed to pick up on his discomfort and barked once, demanding attention. Atsushi looked down at it. “And the dog?”

“Koro-chan,” Kyouka supplied helpfully. “He’s helping out.”

“I see.” Atsushi laid his bag on his desk, and the dog put his paws on the edge of the desk and immediately began sniffing Atsushi’s bag with interest. They all heard a very loud thud as Kunikida put Dazai to the floor, and Atsushi put his hands on his hips and sighed.

When he went to rescue Dazai from his self-inflicted Kunikida-wrath, he realized, with a quiet sense of relief, that very little ever actually seemed to change.

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Atsushi barely had his shoes off inside the door when Rashomon darted around the corner and surrounded him. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” Atsushi called but apparently not quickly enough for the ability as it wrapped around his waist and wrist and practically dragged him into the apartment proper.

He stumbled along behind it until he reached Akutagawa, seated on the couch with his knees to his chest, heels on the edge of the cushion, and a blanket over his shoulders. Atsushi would have been disarmed at the posture, possibly thinking the forbidden “c” word, if he wasn’t busily trying to worm himself free from Rashomon’s tendrils.

“I’m home,” he grunted unnecessarily as if Akutagawa couldn’t see his entrance. “It’s nice to be missed, I guess, but can you call Rashomon off—ah,” he hissed out a breath as the ability slithered up the back of his pants leg. “Akutagawa.”

Akutagawa tilted his head to look at Atsushi, feigning disinterest, as if his ability hadn’t straight-goosed Atsushi.

“Really?” Atsushi asked, more than a little harassed, as Rashomon slid tendrils between his cheeks again and it created prickles that trailed up his spine. “I literally just got home.”

Akutagawa’s mouth shifted, going from a flat line to something more satisfied-looking. He unfolded, sliding to the edge of the couch cushion but not rising from it. “You called this home,” he said, and Atsushi turned pink. “You mean it, don’t you?”

More Rashomon tendrils, rising up off the blanket, wrapped around Atsushi’s upper chest and started to lift him just slightly off his feet. Atsushi kicked a foot in protest, but mostly gave in and hung supported from Rashomon’s grip, glaring down at Akutagawa.

“Of course, I called this home, it’s where you are.” He’d gotten far too used to the minute expressions that crossed Akutagawa’s face, he could tell he was very pleased with that. “Don’t rip my pants,” Atsushi added as Rashomon started squirming in along the waistband as well.

“Tch,” Akutagawa unthreaded Atsushi’s belt, dropping it so the buckle hit the floor with a significant thunk. He pulled Atsushi’s pants open in a very practiced motion. “When did you get so fussy.”

“When I realized I was wearing my last pair of work pants.” With the belt loosened, Rashomon caught the edges of the waistband and promptly tugged Atsushi’s pants off, so that they puddled on the floor. “I have to wear those tomorrow,” he reminded Akutagawa, and Akutagawa nudged them clear.

“I’ll buy you more pants,” Akutagawa said, unbuttoning Atsushi’s shirt from the bottom.

He hissed out a breath, distracted by Akutagawa’s nimble fingers. “Please,” Atsushi murmured, having already lost the thread of the conversation, and the smile twitching about on Akutagawa’s face finally settled. He cocked his head as he looked up at Atsushi, humming a little as he trailed his fingers up the bare skin he’d revealed.

“’Please’ what?” Akutagawa asked, and Atsushi didn’t respond, panting shallowly through his open mouth. “I wonder how many you could take today, weretiger. Want to make a wager?”

“I always seem to lose your wagers,” Atsushi muttered.

He wanted to twist away but couldn’t, as he had no leverage. When he felt one of Rashomon’s tendrils slip into the back of his underwear he really couldn’t do anything but relax, anyway. He exhaled as it probed against him before slipping inside, and Atsushi tried to ignore how intently Akutagawa was watching his face.

He was used to this kind of thing, now; that didn’t make it feel any less good. Atsushi let his head fall back, eyes going closed as the tendril coiled around itself, and chose to drill him exactly in the sweet spot. He hung his head, breathing hard, but it wasn’t quite enough on its own. “Five,” he panted, after a moment, and Akutagawa smirked, tugging on the loose end of his shirt.

“Five, hm? We shall see.”

“No cheating this time and making them fucking huge,” Atsushi grunted; but then Rashomon collapsed and Atsushi went with it, shoulders impacting the floor none too gently, and somehow he avoided banging his head.

“A pity,” Akutagawa murmured. Rashomon had considerately dropped him so that his legs were over Akutagawa’s lap, he spread his legs just enough so he could hold Atsushi in place with his knees, his own legs sprawled lewdly open. “I truly enjoyed seeing you stuffed so full you looked pregnant.” He teased the tip of Atsushi’s cock with his fingertips. “Perhaps another time.”

Atsushi swallowed hard; Akutagawa’s hand on his cock distracted him without fail. The single Rashomon tendril fucking into him gave way to a second and a third in quick succession. True to his word Akutagawa didn’t bother to grow these tentacles, but they were big enough on their own that it made Atsushi shiver at each electric thrust.

Akutagawa stroked his cock slowly, hand tight. He pushed his fingers into Atsushi’s hole, already spread wide by the tendrils fucking lazily into him. “So hot,” he murmured, eyes fixed in place. “So soft. It feels like your body could swallow my entire fist.”

He gulped air, bracing his hands against the bottom of the couch and staring at the ceiling. The three tendrils felt enormous, and Akutagawa’s fingers were even more beside. He couldn’t tell from here how many fingers, but Akutagawa pulled his hand free and replaced it with a larger Rashomon tendril and Atsushi choked, closing his eyes and digging his head back into the floor.

Atsushi couldn’t tell if a fifth joined in or not, because he was already so full. Atsushi’s fingers turned into claws, tearing at the fabric along where the couch met the floor. The tendrils kept fucking into him, each with its own rate of speed, and that most recent one seemed the most intent on slamming against his inner walls, spreading him more from the inside.

He was close, so close, and Akutagawa was stroking him again; sure, sharp strokes that pulled him along, unraveling him from the base of his spin until he couldn’t take any more and spilled sticky over Akutagawa’s fist. The spurts of fluid patterned down his heaving chest, and even hit his jaw and cheek as he turned his head, panting audibly.

“Fuck,” he heard Akutagawa breathe, impressed at the intensity of his orgasm. Atsushi closed eye eyes again, pleased at how put out Akutagawa sounded with a single syllable. It took more than a few moments to come down off that buzzing high, but he squeezed his legs into Akutagawa’s sides, encouragingly.

“Rashomon is good and all,” he murmured, hands thrown back over his head, chest heaving. “But what I really want is your cock.”

“Insatiable,” Akutagawa murmured, running his fingers up Atsushi’s thighs before he smirked down at him. “My insatiable, precious weretiger, that can absolutely be arranged.”

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