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They survived, the war was over and the casualties limited.
So, why in the fuck was Akutagawa being put through hell?
Maybe he should have been a war casualty, surely it would be better than being forced to live through this scorching farce labeled a celebration by the Armed Detective Agency.
Let’s face the facts, this is all Dazai’s doing. Akutagawa keeps his precious weretiger mentee alive and this is his thanks?
A vacation, a secluded mountain vacation, the ADA with the Port Mafia. Attendance required by Dazai and Chuuya, insufferable.
Being forced to breathe the same cloudy dense mountain air as these imbeciles in his free time is more a punishment than a reward. And as if Dazai was singling Akutagawa out personally for torment, there are roommate assignments done by none other than the bandaged freak.
“Enough, spit it out or I am leaving.”
“Oh, Aku. Don’t be like that, just trust your old senpai to know your preferences and enough interrogations!” sing-sang Dazai, a smirk curling his lips watching the disgust on the mafia member’s face.
“You know nothing of my preferences.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Mischief gleaming in his ex-senpai’s eyes.
Eyes narrowing to a glare, wishing he could wipe that smug look off of the insufferable man’s face. But honestly, he was over this conversation and ready to just go to his room. Refusing to give him the satisfaction of properly annoying Akutagawa, he shall take his leave.
Snatching the room key dangling from the bandaged man’s finger, waiting. Akutagawa strides past him without another word leaving a smirking Dazai in his wake.
Bastard, always has been, always will be.
Akutagawa had a plan to withstand this hellscape disguised as a team bonding celebration, he will just hole away in his room.
Attendance was required, not interaction with these fools. Only one fool is worth his time anyway.
Smirking to himself in thought, scanning resort doors for the number matching his key. Dazai thinks he is so clever, trying to get under Akutagawa’s skin, tease him. It doesn’t work, not like it used to.
On the contrary, a new subject has settled himself under Akutagawa’s skin and it is rather infuriating while intoxicating.. maybe even addicting.
Amethyst orbs bleeding gold framed with snow white lashes assaults his imagination.
Inhaling through his nose then exhaling through gritted teeth, he is not so pathetic of an imbecile to allow pretty eyes any power over him, or so he likes to think.
Locating the door with his key’s number, 228. Akutagawa unlocks the door, pushing it forward.
Only to be met with the purple eyes of his affections snap to him when he enters the room, wide with surprise, oh but most certainly not disappointment.
Ha, of course. Akutagawa was too annoyed by the idiocracy of this entire endeavor, he practically ignored Dazai’s words that now came rushing back to his mind and the meaning starkly obvious.
Akutagawa is not enough of an idiot to believe Dazai didn’t pick up on Atsushi and Akutagawa’s relationship in the shadows, certainly not now.
He however, did not believe Dazai cared to actually reward or thank him for his part, certainly did not expect to be set up with a private room with Atsushi for this little trip.
Playing his hand of cards for the weretiger and himself that he is indeed, very aware of their dynamic. No matter how they interact in public, Dazai is not fooled one bit, the show off.
Closing the door behind him with a click, gaze soaking in the presence of his detective. Rather pleased that Atsushi has abandoned his task of unpacking his suitcase to give him his full attention.
Hair of snow with a black streak down his longest choppy layer, mesmerizing amethyst with gold eyes, a vortex of emotions Akutagawa is powerless against. Those orbs are something of witchcraft the way his heart constricts when their attention is only on him.
Goddammit, perhaps he is a pathetic imbecile for the weretiger.
“No way, what are the odds?” A breathy laugh graces Akutagawa’s ears.
“Weretiger, the odds are unmistakable when you consider the meddling.”
“Meddling?” The man tiger asks, his head tilted to the side in genuine confusion.
Ah, adorable. He hasn’t pieced it all together yet.
A curt nod as answer, watching Atsushi cast his eyes down to fidget with the palm of his fingerless glove of his right hand. His habit when he is thinking, trying to wrack his brain around something.
Suddenly his head snaps up, looking back at Akutagawa, cracking the case.
“Dazai.”
“Indeed.”
“Why would it be meddling by making us share a room on this trip?” His nose crinkles, don’t hurt yourself thinking detective.
An exasperated sigh, “ because Weretiger, he knows.”
A huff, an eye roll and a disapproving glare at Akutagawa causing him to smirk.
“For the hundredth time, stop calling me weretiger!” He whines.
“Oh, would you prefer kitten?” A sly grin forms on his lips as he steps deeper into the room, approaching Atsushi.
“Oh, shut up!” He does not retreat, but is aflame with defiance and embarrassment, a blush across his cheeks at Akutagawa’s teasing.
Then it finally dawns on him. Took you long enough detective.
“Ah! You mean he knows?! H-how? Oh god, did you tell him?!”
Atsushi’s eyes narrowed at him, not pleased with the clear amusement of the silent chuckle that he failed to hide out his nose.
“You fool, of course I didn’t tell him.” The name carries no malice, not for Atsushi.
“Hmph,” arms crossed over his chest with a pout, “Then enlighten me, Akutagawa, how does Dazai suddenly know?”
Akutagawa is dying to pierce that glossy lip with his teeth, reaching out gripping Atsushi’s chin, forcing him to lock eyes with the mafioso. A small gasp escaped his lips at the sudden contact, sending electricity down Akutagawa’s spine.
The stillness of his jaw, unwavering stone cold gaze would never give away that he is drowning in violet, chest constricting to the rhythm of the man in front of him’s heartbeat, every breathy exhale, the flutter of his lashes. Soft skin across a sharp jawline searing onto his fingertips, every touch feels like being burned by a flame, he’s addicted.
Leaning forward tilting his head to leave a gentle kiss against the shorter man’s throat, right on the scar of where Atsushi was pierced by two fangs of death during the war.
Chuckling as he feels the goosebumps rise on the flesh beneath his lips, “you are not what I would call subtle, Weretiger.” Finally answering.
“Me?!” A scoffing Atsushi shoves at the chest in his personal space, trying to gain some distance from him, he can’t think like this!
Akutagawa’s hand is quick as lightning as he grips his wrist, distance is the last thing he desires. A long elegant thumb slides beneath his tiger’s dark glove, a loving circular motion against the palm, coaxing a shudder from the young man. A silent apology, he loves reactions from Atsushi, but frustration is not the goal, this time.
“Fine, I’ll answer.
“Truth is, I have no damn clue how Dazai knows.
“And I don’t care, now I don’t have to encounter those morons you call co-workers.” Lips grace Atsushi’s wrist, “ all I need is you, in this room, in that bed.”
“Ryuunosuke.” escapes his lips, sounding more like a purr than a scolding.
Fuck.
Perhaps he shall enjoy himself on this trip afterall.
A swift movement abruptly removes the gloved hand with the accompanying wrist from his grasp.
Stone eyes narrow at the younger man, awaiting an explanation. His eyes take in a blushing Atsushi, shyly scratching the back of his beautiful neck and skittish eyes avoiding his gaze. The mafioso is able to read this man like his favorite sonnet, his detective is about to ask for something, how intriguing.
“W-well, you see, the thing is. I wanted to, or I was h-hoping..” he is a stuttering mess.
“Spit it out, before you pop a blood vessel.” His voice is firm, but coaxing. He desperately wants the detective to make the request of him, curiosity killed the cat.
A huff, narrowed eyes just for Akutagawa, “fine, I want to visit Oborozuki Onsen.”
Akutagawa’s eyes briefly widen as his jaw audibly clicks, no way he means THE Oborozuki Onsen, hot springs of the mountains. How in God’s hell does he even know about the hot spring?!
Dazai, I’m going to kill him; right now.
Diving hands in his coat pockets, he spins of his heel to stride out the door, on a mission.
Only to be halted by strong fingers wrapped around the bend of his elbow, peering over his shoulder at a wide eyed Atsushi.
“What the- where are you going!?”
“To kill that bandaged clown.”
“Bandaged..” the gears are turning behind that beautiful gaze, pulling a sigh out of Akutagawa. Goddammit, if he wasn’t so mesmerizing, he would have torn the weretiger apart in battle long ago, permanently.
“Wait! Dazai is the one that suggested I visit the hot spring, and uhm..”
Eyebrows rise, watching Atsushi, for fucks sake this can’t be happening.
Releasing Akutagawa’s elbow to fidget with the palm of his glove again, “H-he said to take someone along..for fun.” His blush rising, tainting the creamy skin of his ears.
“Since when do you take such suggestions from Dazai?” Akutagawa snaps, eyes harden with possession. He does not want Dazai poking in Atsushi’s sexuality, as far as that idiot is concerned, his tiger is a saint.
“W-what? Ryuunosuke, what is your problem? I just thought it would be nice to go together..” Nursing the scarred skin of his forearm, eyes downcast avoiding the mafia member. Shit, he made those violet orbs flood with insecurity.
Internally groaning at himself, he turns to fully face Atsushi. Slowly reaching his hand out to cup Atsushi’s cheek, which he immediately clings to the olive branch. Gripping Akutagawa’s wrist as he practically nuzzles into his palm, truly like his own kitten.
“Do you want to do this?”
“Only with you.” Glossy purple gems meet Akutagawa’s steel gaze, exhaling sharply through his nose. This detective will be the death of him.
“Fine”
“Akutagawa!” The weretiger pops up on his tip toes planting a cheery kiss on his lips.
“Thank you!”
“Let’s go, before I change my mind.” His traitorous lips turning up, this man is infectious. Following the most precious person to his beating heart out the door, their room locks behind Akutagawa with a click.
***
Mist dancing along the stone of the hot springs, “Akutagawa, are you planning to get in the springs with your coat on?” gliding up the chest of the mafioso’s coat, gripping the dramatically upturned collar in his fists. Pulling the man down to his height, forcing him to crouch to accommodate, silver eyes swirling with affection, only for him.
“Tch, what an eager weretiger.” Closing the distance of the man in front of him, planting a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, his traitorous heart skips a beat at the smile curving beneath his lips. Not nearly enough of this man for Akutagawa’s taste, kisses trail along Atsushi’s jawline, eliciting a heavenly purr.
“Shut up,” far more breathy than the tiger intended, melting into putty beneath this man’s affections.
“Ryunnosuke, may I take it off?” Purple clashing with silver, the air between them thick as Atsushi processes the weight of his request.
Reality violently dawns on Atsushi, Akutagawa has never been fully nude during their meet ups. A part of him wanted to continue believing it was just because a kink they shared, utilizing rashomon. However, deep down he knew the dark truth, even if he was never told, his soul knew.
The man before him wears violent scars, etched onto beautiful, pale skin and deep within his soul.
Removing all access to rashomon is the ultimate declaration for Akutagawa.
Panic begins to settle, as he just realized the situation he has put the man he adores in.
Shit.
Anxiety seeps his bones, he watches Akutagawa’s brows crease, sensing this shift in Atsushi.
Not allowing the mafia member to answer, Atsushi abruptly releases the coat to retreat out of this man’s personal space.
Escape is never an option, Akutagawa grips the front of Atsushi’s robe, pulling him back into his atmosphere. Akutagawa is the moon, surrounded in darkness, and Atsushi is his sun, the only light of his soul.
“Atsushi.” His given name is a prayer from this man’s lips.
“I-I’m so sorry.. I w-wasn’t thinking.” Tears threaten violet eyes, avoiding silver.
“Atsushi, look at me.”
For once in his god forsaken life, the weretiger is obedient.
Wet lashes fan creamy cheeks, lifting to lock gazes with Akutagawa, their hearts in sync just as on the battlefield, two fragments of one soul.
“Take it, I lay rashomon in your hands.”
Atsushi huffs, “ you’ll be defenseless, every piece of fabric gone. I should never have asked that of you.”
“Planning to kill me, Weretiger?” A smirk pulling at his lips.
“You’re such a pain! If I wanted to kill you, I would have ages ago!” There is his fiery tiger.
Chuckling, “only you, my weretiger, could even dream of killing me.
“And only with you shall I shed my ability. I only accept death by your hands.”
Leaning forward to bite the column of Atsushi’s throat, coaxing a sigh out of him.
“Now, take it. Don’t make me ask again.”
Eyes rolling, “You are so dramatic.” Atsushi pauses, biting his lip unsure how to respond.
Committing to the answer of his desires, hands glide up Akutagawa’s chest, over his shoulders. The weight of Atsushi’s bones feel dense as his hands shed the armor of his lover, fabric hitting the floor.
Lips, teeth, saliva in a symphony, merciless against Atsushi’s throat, a growl against his skin, “ Continue, Weretiger.”
Atsushi shudders, eager hands lift the starchy white shirt over the mafia member’s head, throwing it to the floor.
The gold of his eyes flashing, taking in the scars marring Akutagawa’s bare skin.
The scars of a warrior, a man who has walked through the pits of hell. Hands trailing down the slim form, unlatching black dress pants.
Atsushi bites his bottom lip, fluttering lashes gazing up at Akutagawa, lust.
Palming the pale man’s erection through the fabric, teasing the member painfully slowly, eliciting a groan from deep within his throat.
“You’ve had your fun.” The only warning given to Atsushi before his robe is shed from his shoulders, falling into a heap on the floor.
“Hey! Aku-” the detective’s whining is a lump caught in his throat as Akutagawa sheds his own trousers and undergarments in one fell swoop.
Elegant fingers weave into the strands of snow white hair, pulling Atsushi into his space, their lips sharing the same breath.
“Want to have fun?”
Atsushi nods, his nose bumping into Akutagawa’s with the motion.
“Excellent.” Unleashed, lips devour Atsushi.
Akutagawa’s free arm slides around the other man’s waist, pulling the detective flush against him. Breaking the kiss, causing a whiny detective, only for the whine to transform into a breathy moan as he sucks on Atsushi’s pulse, humming in satisfaction as the younger man arches his throat to give better access.
The drum of Atsushi’s heart beat, blood pumping through his veins, the breathy sighs passing his lips, all the life source of Akutagawa’s soul.
Akutagawa is not met with any resistance as he guides Atsushi into the steaming water, heat climbing their legs as they descend the steps into the spring.
Goosebumps travel Atsushi’s skin, the cool air clashing with the heat of the waves. Truthfully, the culprit is more likely the merciless mouth of Akutagawa devouring his flesh.
Lips and teeth trail the detective's chest, leaving marks behind on the flesh of his pecs before finding the bud of Atsushi’s nipple.
Flicking the bud with his tongue, eliciting a moan out of Atsushi as he arches his back pressing his chest into Akutagawa, “ Ryuunosuke, stop teasing me, touch me.”
“Mmm, patience Weretiger.” Giving the nipple a hard suck.
A whiny moan releases from the younger man, “n-no, now.”
Akutagawa chuckles at the demanding tone Atsushi desires to be radiating.
A huff fills Akutagawa’s ears, and suddenly Atsushi pulls away from him.
Defiance flooding swirling purple and gold as the lean man approaches, eyes narrow as they take in the mischievous weretiger.
“Don’t be a brat, come here.” growls Akutagawa, a warning.
Atsushi’s gut somersaults at the promised pleasure laced with that warning, steaming mist enveloping the figure of darkness and desire before him.
“Mmm, no.” Atsushi’s grin spreads wide across his cheeks, biting his bottom lip. He begins to swim away from Akutagawa, initiating the chase.
However, Akutagawa is not hunting today, his prey is already ensnared, so foolish.
The mafioso strikes, grabbing the detective’s ankle and yanking him back to his body. Smirking at the squeal that escapes Atsushi.
Releasing the ankle, he quickly grips both of the young man’s wrists, flipping their bodies to push himself flush against the detective.
The stone of the wet spring rocks biting against Atsushi’s spine, mist clouding his vision of Akutagawa’s face, only silver eyes full of lust piercing through, and desire pumping straight to his cock.
“You want me to touch you?” He doesn’t want a reply from Atsushi, his fate is sealed.
Gliding his hands to combine both of the younger man’s wrists pinned beneath the strong fingers of his singular hand against the stone, immobilizing the detective’s arms above his head, brat.
His free hand reaches into the water and grips Atsushi’s cock, the man gasps. Akutagawa seals their lips, swallowing every gasp and moan he strokes out of Atsushi’s pretty lips.
Palm pressing against Atsushi’s erection, before gliding down, down his shaft. A long finger circles the younger man’s anus, a panting Atsushi coming undone before silver eyes.
“P-please.”
“Hmmm?” Akutagawa muses, the heated water sloshing as Atsushi’s body jolts when Akutagawa’s finger enters him. Gently coaxing that finger out before slamming back into his weretiger, summoning moans and pants, music to his ears.
“G-give me back my hands,p-please.” hooded eyes plea with the mafia member, mm so beautiful.
“Hmm, no.” Silver eyes basking in the beauty of the man before him coming undone, his favorite pastime.
He knows his fingers can reach it easily, it should be right around, ah there it is. Akutagawa presses his finger firmly against Atsushi’s prostate, eliciting a groan from the man as he rocks his head back in pleasure.
Immediately Akutagawa releases the weretiger’s wrist to brace the man’s skull with his hand against the rocks, “ easy, weretiger.”
That earns him a glare, short lived because of another stroke of his insides, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning, “ I-i’m gonna cum.”
Akutagawa adds a second finger, pumping in and out of Atsushi, stroking his spot of pleasure.
Claws digging into the mafioso’s shoulders, the sting very welcome against Akutagawa’s skin. Atsushi’s moans turn breathy, desperate, until he finds release within the depths of the hot waters.
Slump against Akutagawa’s shoulder, bones liquid, nuzzling into the expanse of his throat, trying to remember how to even breathe.
“You are magnificent, Weretiger.”
Lifting his head, the weretiger claims the mafia member’s lips in a bruising kiss, “ Now fuck me, Akutagawa.”
“Hands on the rocks, now.”
The sometimes obedient Atsushi complies, turning around so his back is to Akutagawa, bracing his hands against the rough terrain of the springs.
Gasping as he feels Akutagawa line up with his entrance, stomach flutters with unbearable anticipation. He is not kept waiting, the man thrusts the entire mass of his member into Atsushi, the stretch of his hole sending sparks down his spine.
“Fuck, Atsushi.” Gritting through his teeth, he takes a deep inhale then exhales through his nose, giving Atsushi a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
Leaning his ass back against the man inside him, “ I said fuck me, Akutagawa.” Peering over his shoulder, fluttering lashes and a smirk.
Fine, brat.
Akutagawa grabs Atsushi’s hips with punishing fingers, pulling out to the tip then thrust himself deep inside, he is rewarded by white knuckles gripping rocks and the mouth too occupied with moaning to be snarky.
His own moans slip through gritted teeth as Atsushi’s body is very welcoming to his cock, practically sucking him back in.
“Better, Weretiger?” His only response is a particularly alluring moan, leaning forward to wrap his hand around the front of Atsushi’s throat and crush that mouth with his. Those moans are his, he wants to claim them.
His thrusts continue, climax builds at the base of his spine. He needs his weretiger to finish with him. Releasing Atsushi’s hip with his other hand, he reaches forward to stroke his cock, pleased with the shiver coaxed out of Atsushi.
“Ryuunosuke!” Atsushi moans against his lips, growling in response with a final thrust, they both find release.
Breaths mingling in the mist, Atsushi slumping forward onto the rocks, Akutagawa joining his lover to rest beside him.
“Hey Akutagawa.” a breathless Atsushi calls out.
“Yes, weretiger?”
“You are mine.”