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Shuichi found himself standing in a large warmly lit room, one he had visited several times at this point. The bed directly behind him, the comical decorations… he groaned and put a hand to his forehead to keep his dizziness at bay.
I wonder who it will be this time. Hopefully this will be over soon so I can finally have a good night's rest. As his eyes finally focused on the figure in front of him he felt his heart drop. Purple hair, short frame, checkered scarf–
Kokichi’s back was facing Saihara. He sighed, linking his hands on the back of his neck. “Awww man, it's been a while since I landed into trouble like this.”
“Trouble?” Ouma could read anyone like a book, if Shuichi’s facial expressions didn’t match up the scene he was screwed. He had to catch onto the story and fast; he had no idea what the Ultimate Supreme Leader would do if he didn't play along, but he didn’t want to find out.
“Trapping me in a place like this... That's very like you, Mr. Detective.” Kokichi spun around on his heel, finally meeting his gaze. As usual his eyes were bright and full of mischief.
So I’m still a detective in this fantasy. Am I supposed to be chasing him?
Kokichi grinned and wagged his finger. “But that doesn’t mean I’m gonna tell you where I hid the stolen gem! No way. And torture wont work either!”
“I-I’m not going to torture you! What exactly do you think a detective does?”
He feigned shock, a mask so obvious even Shuichi could see it. “What? You mean you’re not gonna tie me down to the bed and rough me up? Not even a little?” He pouted.
Saihara shook his head fervently. “No! You’ve got it all wrong!”
“Eh? But isn’t that what happens to a phantom thief when they’re caught?” Kokichi had the gall to look disappointed. He’s making it seem like this is totally normal! Shuichi wouldn’t say he had a great understanding of Ouma, but he wouldn’t have guessed he was like… this.
“A… phantom thief...” So he isn’t a part of D.I.C.E. in this fantasy, it's a new criminal organization?
“But y’know…” His eyes narrowed, “If you're into some crazy kinks even I won’t be able to keep up.”
“Come on, I said you’ve got it wrong–” Wait, no… we shouldn’t be arguing. This is for Kokichi, this is what he wants. Saihara steadied himself and took a deep breath. Just play along and it will be over soon enough. Alright, so he's a phantom thief. He tried his best to swallow his nervousness, but anyone would be uncomfortable being the Ultimate Supreme Leader's subject of affection, if you could call it affection.
“...I’m not gonna do anything to ya. From here on out you’re the cops’ problem.” He tried not to visibly cringe as he donned a poor impression of a New York street cop, playing into the roleplay a bit more. “If you’re tryin’ to rile me up to give yourself a chance to escape… no dice Kokichi.”
“Oh, did you figure me out already?” Despite getting caught, he looked happy. “Geeeeez, I even was willing to let you do whatever you wanted to me…” His smile dropped and suddenly he looked dead serious. “since I love you, Shuichi.”
He tried his best not to look shocked, but he couldn’t help it. The entire time they’ve been stuck in the school together, Saihara couldn’t help but feel uneasy around the guy. His persona would flip on the dime; he could never understand how he was feeling, what he wanted, or what he would do to get it. But this… Shuichi swallowed and closed his eyes, the heat of Ouma’s gaze overwhelming him. It has to be a lie. He’s just trying to get a reaction out of me.
“But wow, you even researched my name! My identity is bare and naked, for your eyes only!” Kokichi laughed. He’s trying to fluster me. Saihara lifted a cool hand to his cheek to keep himself from blushing. Wait…
“Kokichi, did you… call me Shuichi?”
“Yeah well, looking up your name was a piece of cake!” Ouma shrugged, then put his arms behind his back and tilted his head to the side, refusing to take his eyes off the detective.
Ah, so I’m not a different person here. I’m me, and Kokichi is Kokichi. Shuichi turned his head away from Ouma, lost in thought. I know I’m supposed to play a role, I may be his ideal but even when he tells me he loves me… I can’t help but think he means the opposite.
He heard Kokichi sigh, “If you’re not gonna do anything, then maybe I will.” Before Saihara had a chance to react, he closed the distance between them.
“Ah- hey hold on–” Shuichi took a reflexive step back, his leg hitting the foot of the bed.
Ouma’s eyes narrowed, and for a brief second his eyebrows gave way to something other than mischief. Malice? Disappointment? Hurt? The expression was fleeting however; soon he was locked out from his mind yet again. The intense eye contact made Saihara feel like he was being psychoanalyzed. What is he looking for?
“No need to be scared… what did you think I was going to do to you?”
What *is* he going to do to me? “Ah, I’m simply being cautious. We aren’t exactly friends.” …Are we? This whole situation is too bizarre for me. Having this kind of conversation is making it harder to understand what he wants.
After a moment of awkward silence, Kokichi took a slight step back, eyes shifting to the bed momentarily before focusing on Saihara’s face again. “Come on Shuichi, don’t be so cold to me… not after you’ve been chasing me for so long.” He paused, “The stealing part doesn’t excite me as much as being pursued by you, y’know.” He took another step closer. “Don’t you feel the same? You weren’t bored playing with me, were you?”
At times, Ouma reminded him more of an experience than a person; he was constantly bouncing around, derailing conversations with a new outlandish lie. It all seemed like an elaborate attempt to entertain himself in the midst of such a terrible game the students had been thrust into. Are the acts he put on not for his own self interest? Does he actually care about how I feel? Or, is it another lie..?
“Ah, well, I wouldn’t say-”
He was interrupted by laughter as Kokichi swung his arms around his head and leaned back, “Well, I don’t care what you think anyway!” That was fast. Shuichi sighed, crossing his arms. As usual, keeping a conversation with him is exhausting.
“...Because you just do as you please, don't you, Kokichi?”
“Aww… Are you mad because I toyed with you?” Instead of responding, he turned his head to the side, unamused. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m always thinking about you! You’re always trying your best to catch me, so I have to give my all to win.”
As usual, Saihara had no idea what Kokichi was talking about. He may still be in character but he remains a walking contradiction. He sighed, then paused as he realized something. Now that I think about it, for being a trapped Phantom Thief his body language is too relaxed.
“You seem to be rather enjoying this for a cornered criminal.”
“Just because you think the game is over doesn't mean it is, any detective should know that!” He tapped his finger to his nose and grinned. “Say Shuichi… what if I told you I *wanted* you to catch me?” The statement caught him totally off guard. What?
“Maybe if you weren't so shy and patted me down when you caught me you would’ve found the transmitter on my body! As it turns out, your own decency is your fatal flaw.” He threw his head back and laughed, “My friends have already surrounded this place, so it looks like you’ll be the one getting all tied and roughed up, Shuichi!”
His body tensed at the thought. “T-that's not…” possible… right? It couldn’t be. This may be his ideal but I doubt his dream could pull in others to this fantasy… He took a deep breath, praying that his assumption was correct. “Kokichi… Your lies don’t work on me.”
He felt the weight of Ouma’s gaze burn into him, challenging his confidence. After a few seconds his shoulders slumped and Shuichi's guess was confirmed. “Aawww… you’re not shaken up at all. I thought you would be more excited. That’s too bad… I really wanted your eyes to be on me.”
“I thought… you didn’t care about how I felt.”
“That was a lie. Y’know, since I’m a liar.” His voice was low and his tone was sultry. It sent a shiver down his spine. Kokichi swayed closer and it was only then Saihara was painfully aware how close they were to the bed behind him. “But… when I said I wanted you to catch me… that was definitely not a lie.”
It was hard to ignore how his heart was pounding against his ribs. He tried to swallow his nerves as he drew a shaky breath. “W-what do you mean?”
It was clear Kokichi was a master at keeping his composure, but Shuichi caught the blush peeking out from under his scarf. “It means… you can do whatever you want to me. That’s the truth.” There wasn’t a hint of irony in his tone and his eyes hid an intensity he rarely witnessed. God he's too close.
He let out a breathy exhale, desperation creeping into his words. “Come on… play with me… let’s do a lot more together…” He blinked and suddenly Ouma’s face was only a few inches from his. Saihara’s feet hit the bed and panic set in.
“Ah- Kokichi-” But he wasn’t listening, with a push Shuichi fell back onto the comforter. Kokichi climbed onto the bed, caging him in.
This- This is too much! He closed his eyes shut and his body tensed up, trying to prepare him for… whatever was going to happen. A second passed, then another, and another.
“Hey, stupid head.” He felt a light smack on his cheek.
“Huh?” Shuichi opened his eyes to find Kokichi’s brow furrowed.
“I didn’t get this wrong did I?’
It was hard to focus on words when he became suddenly acutely aware of the blood pumping through his veins. The heartbeat in his ear was almost deafening. “What…? Are you…”
“I mean, you pursued me for so long, are you telling me you don’t want this? You weren't chasing me for my good looks?”
Shuichi struggled to find words, his emotions felt so out of control. I’m confused… is he… disappointed? Hungry eyes drifted across his face, searching for something. When he found his answer, Kokichi adjusted himself off Saihara, kneeling between his legs.
“Ah man… I was even being honest when I said you could do whatever you wanted to me! That's… kind of embarrassing for me, this whole chase being one sided and all”
One sided… one sided. We aren't playing rolls anymore, it's just him and me. Is it truly one sided? Or do I want this? What do I want? Kokichi began to slide backwards off the bed. It's now or never.
His hand shot out and grabbed his arm. “Wait- wait Kokichi, hold on.” His movement stilled but he refused to meet his eyes. Shuichi felt like his ears were on fire. “I-I don’t want you to…. I mean… You can do that too.”
Slowly, his face turned to Shuichi’s again, his eyes wide in disbelief. A grin slowly crept onto his face. “I can do… what? You want me to tie you up and be rough with you? Or…” He repositioned himself over the detective. His body trembled under Ouma’s fingers tracing the buttons of his uniform up to his exposed neck. He lowered his face down to meet his, noses brushing. “do you want me to do whatever I want to you?” His voice was hushed and Saihara could feel his breath on his ear. He felt like he was on fire.
He backed off, sitting on his heels. “That’s–!”
Kokichi put a finger to Saihara’s lips before he could finish the thought. “Y’know something Shuichi? You’re just too cute! Look at you, you’re so red! And here I thought you were always a ghostly shade of pale.”
His head was spinning. Does Ouma truly think of me like that? Or is this another game for him? He tried to silence the thought. I want to believe that some part of Kokichi is being honest right now. He felt so warm, and with Kokichi over him the position they were in was beginning to feel unbearable.
“Hey Shuichi, does all of you turn red when you get embarrassed, or is it just your face?”
“What?”
“Come ooonnn… I want to see all of you Shuichi, I’ll let you see all of me if you want! I promise~”
“Ah… we shouldn’t–”
Kokichi sat down on Saihara’s legs, far too close to his crotch. Embarrassment and arousal were fighting a vicious battle inside his head. “You’re hot, aren't you? That's why you're panting like a dog?” Ouma tilted his head, barely masking a teasing smile.
His eyes widened and put a hand over his mouth. Embarrassment won. “Ah, I’m sorry- I didn’t mean–”
“No, it's okay. Really. Remember Shuichi? I think all of you is cute. So, don’t be scared to show all of you to me.”
If Kokichi was actually here with me like this I’m sure he would use this against me. Maybe this is all a part of his “mastermind” scheme… But it’s just a dream, so wouldn’t it be okay to indulge?
“Only if you show me first.” The words spilled out of him with a confidence he didn’t know he had. Kokichi’s eyes widened as his smile widened.
“So demanding. Well, that's fine by me.” His hands worked fast, unraveling the checkered scarf around his neck. Shuichi had never seen him without his scarf on; his shirt had a lower neckline than he thought. He assumed Kokichi would go for his buttons next, possibly in an attempt to kill him by stripping as slow as possible to get him worked up, but instead he pulled his arms through the sleeves and threw the shirt over his head. If Shuichi was staring before his gaze became so obvious it was downright irreverent. As suspected, Ouma was skinny and pale with no signs of bruising or scar tissue. Faint blush dusted over his neck and shoulders. For being a phantom thief, he appears pretty unscathed.
Fingers snapped in front of his face, pulling him from his thoughts. “Hey, Shumai– focus up!” Kokichi sat up. “A deals a deal, It’s your turn now!”
Saihara nodded, unable to find words. He took a deep breath to steady his shaking hands and began to unbutton the top of his uniform as Kokichi watched in great interest. Well, he’s not shy about it. Just when he felt like his heart couldn't race any faster, Ouma leaned into him, skimming a finger over his adams apple and slowly down his chest.
“Wooowww… you really are that pale… but the blush does go down to your shoulders, so that’s something.” He spoke carefully, and dragged his hand down Shuichi's shoulder to his arm, carefully undressing him.
“Ouma can I…” He lifted his hand but hesitated as it hung in the air.
Kokichi blinked and something switched. He quickly withdrew his hands and sat back. “Dang Shuichi, just can’t keep your hands to yourself! But I get it, it's not often you get someone so good looking in your bed.” Dramatically, he spread his arms and puffed out his chest, “Go ahead.” The display of confidence didn’t convince Saihara. He may be running the show, but he can’t hide the way his hands are shaking.
Still unsure, he raised his hand to cup the side of Kokichi’s face; his eyelashes fluttered. Despite the cold exterior he often portrayed his skin was surprisingly warm and soft. It felt… comforting. He kept his touches fleeting, as if Kokichi might withdraw at a slight wrong move. The way he touched Ouma reminded him of inspecting a crime: be too careless and you might disrupt the scene.
After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and leaned into Saihara’s touch, humming softly. Shuichi shucked off the rest of his uniform and brought his other hand to Ouma’s face. I want to kiss him. Oh god, is that okay? I’ve never… would it even count? Is the Ultimate Supreme Leader really going to be my first kiss?
“Hey, stupidhead. I can hear all your thoughts, and they’re really annoying.” Kokichi lightly flicked his forehead. “If you’re gonna do something just do it, ‘kay?”
“O-okay.” Shuichi took a breath and leaned in, kissing Kokichi. “Kiss” may be a strong word: unceremoniously and clumsily he slotted his lips against Ouma’s, his cheeks puffed out and face red. After a bit, he felt Kokichi lean back and sigh, severing the connection between them. I messed up, he’s going to leave.
He felt a light tap on his cheek. “Hey, stop that, you look like a goldfish.” At least he's not mad. When he peaked his eye opened he saw Kokichi barely containing his laughter, trying his best to swallow his amusement. “Okay, listen, just relax. Take a few breaths, like this.” Kokichi proceeded to demonstrate what the big bad wolf might have looked like when blowing down a house made of straw rather than any serious breathing exercises. He’s trying to teach me… but I get the feeling he’s never done them either. Regardless, the demonstration made him feel a bit better somehow. Saihara closed his eyes, his body relaxing as he began paying close attention to his lungs. In… and out. In… and out. In and-
Suddenly, Ouma kissed him and a small gasp of surprise escaped his lungs. He pushed the detective down onto the stack of pillows below them. Warm fingers traveled up his neck and cupped his ear, keeping his face in place as Kokichi took control. Despite his surprise Shuichi tried his best to copy him; his face tilted to match the direction of the kiss and kept his lips parted slightly. It wasn’t long until Saihara got lost in the movement, keeping his focus on Kokichi’s lips rather than the hand wandering down his chest. It was shameful to admit but all of his body seemed to react to kissing him. It was hard to breathe like this, but… It feels really good. When he began to feel lightheaded, Shuichi broke away and gasped for air. He tried not to worry about how breathy the noises he was making were or the intense eyes that were slowly creeping down his body. Every little thing Ouma did overwhelmed him, but he still found himself wanting more.
The hand on the side of Saihara’s head pulled him back into Kokichi’s embrace, stealing the air from his lungs. I never knew a kiss could feel like this. Any thoughts he was having were cut off by the feeling of something wet swiping across his bottom lip. He jolted back reflexively, A tongue!? Kokichi giggled, sticking his tongue out playfully.
“Haha… sorry. I just wanted to see you squirm a bit. It’s okay. I can tell you don't have that much experience.” Ouch. “Me though, I have an entire organization fawning over me! You know the charm I have on people, you fell for it yourself. I could have anyone I wanted in your position.”
Just when he was building up confidence, Kokichi was there to knock it back down. He brought his hands to his face to hide his embarrassment. He wasn't going to deny it, Ouma’s words stung, but only for a moment. Wait, no… “That's a…”
“...Lie, yeah. You got me.” Kokichi leaned in again and Shuichi braced himself for another kiss, but instead Ouma wrapped his arms around his back, hiding his face in his collarbone. “To tell you the truth I don’t really know what I’m doing either.”
“Really?” He was less surprised by the lie than he was by the admission. For the first time, it really felt like Kokichi meant what he said.
“I’m sure you could tell– I’m not really the type.”
“Then how are you… I mean it felt… good.”
“Well, I couldn’t have this be boring for you.” He detached his forehead from his neck and brought it to Saihara’s, bumping noses again. He felt Kokichi’s breath on his lips and an overwhelming urge to kiss him again. “In case something happens, I can’t have you forget about me, never ever.”
“Wait, Kokichi– in case something happens..? What’s going to happen?” Kokichi pressed a quick kiss to his lips and Shuichi felt him smile before pulling back.
“Come on Mister Detective, is that really what you want to talk about when your ‘Most Wanted’ is exposed here before you? Talk about boring!”
Without warning, he lowered his thighs and grinded down on Shuichi. “A-ahh–!” He moaned then slapped a hand over his mouth, absolutely mortified. “K-Kokichi–”
He brought his hands out from under Saihara’s back and lightly pinched his ear. “Let’s do something more fun instead~”
Any objections Shuichi had quickly faded as Ouma’s hand traveled down his stomach to tug at his pants zipper. Without thinking he raised his hips to make it easier for Kokichi to pull down his pants down to his thighs. His hand hovered over Shuichi's boxers and their eyes met with a nervous excitement. Saihara nodded feverishly; he didn't trust himself to speak like this. Softly, Kokichi rubbed his palm on the outside of his boxers, grinding down on him. His hips twitched involuntarily seeking more from the contact, but it was never enough. Ouma was intent on teasing his orgasm out of him. He realized in that moment that his greatest rival was using this opportunity to torture him, making him go crazy with need before revoking all physical contact. He wrapped his other hand around Saihara’s neck, kissing the skin above his collarbone so adamantly, like a promise.
With every press Shuichi let out an embarrassing gasp or whimper, but when Kokichi would pull away he groaned even louder out of frustration and desperation. He couldn’t help it, he had never been touched like this before.
“Just think about it Saihara, if you joined my organization you could feel this good whenever you wanted. Ha… wouldn’t you like that?”
It took him a minute to register what Kokichi had said, his mind so lost in chasing the pleasure. “W-what?” He nuzzled further into Shuichi’s throat and licked along a straining tendon, “Ah–”
“You’re definitely qualified. Think about it, you tracked me down all by yourself, you didn’t need the other police, or they would be- ah… here with us right?”
“That’s… that's not–'' Suddenly, Ouma dragged his nails along the underside of Shuichi's erection. “ahh…!”
Seemingly unphased by his cries, Kokichi continued. “You didn’t need Kaito… or Maki or anyone else. I’m… seriously impressed, Shuichi.”
What's going on? Are we still in character? Those torturing fingers dipped under his boxers, testing the waters. “...mmgh…”
“This proves it, this proves you don’t need anyone else right?” The warmth emanating from Kokichi’s face was undeniable, but his features were once again buried in his neck.
Shuichi unclenched his sweaty palms from the blankets below him, combing his fingers through purple hair. “You...you know that's not true.”
Ouma didn’t respond immediately, and Shuichi was worried he messed up again.. He felt a warm exhale on his neck. “I told you before… not all lies are bad.” Kokichi took a shaky breath before continuing, “Besides, I’m a liar. I can tell when others are lying…” His voice trailed off, unwilling to finish his point… request?
He’s asking me to lie to him. Does he really hate Kaito and Maki that much, or… is he jealous? Shuichi ran his fingers through Ouma’s hair, melting into him. It’s just a dream– it's his fantasy, is there really any harm?
“You’re right Kokichi, I don’t need anyone else. I… I don't want anyone else.”
Kokichi slowly raised his head to look into Shuichi's eyes with an expression he couldn’t place. No... that’s not right. There were more questions than answers when it came to the Ultimate Supreme Leader, but the lust in his eyes was unmistakable. “Ha… I knew it, you’re cutest when you’re lying.”
His hand slid down into Shuichi's boxer and wrapped his hand around him. Shuichi felt his body lurch forward into Kokichi’s chest, breathing heavily. His hips rolled up into the touch, demanding more with his body he couldn't put into words. He groaned, head tipping back. He wondered if Kokichi would leave marks on his neck again, but it was clear he had other plans.
He felt a hand sneak behind his head and grab his neck to pull him closer, guiding him into another kiss; this one was more charged with desperation than the last. Shuichi let go of Ouma’s hair and traveled his hands down his back, clutching tighter at his waist. He moaned into Kokichi’s mouth and pressed harder against him, lips scraping against teeth. His mouth and hand rocked to a rhythm that left Saihara a pliable, needy mess. Every unspoken thought and intention Kokichi had for the detective unraveled with Shuichi's resolve; every touch felt like a bit of the truth he was so determined to hide.
When he finally broke the kiss, he quickened the pace of his hand. Saihara cried out, heels pushing into the mattress, rocking up to meet Kokichi’s movement. Heat cascaded through his body, his want unspooling before Ouma’s eyes.
He was at the edge, unable to mute his whimpers any longer. He felt a build up in his chest, an intense feeling screaming at every nerve in his body for release. “A-ah Kokichi! I’m going to–!”
“Ah… already…? That's a shame…” Despite his words, his face was flushed and his exhales were heavy. He’s getting off to this..? “I really wanted… to spend more time with you Shuichi.”
His words echoed the desperation in his pace, eager to witness Shuichi climax. “It can’t be helped… B-But before you go, I want you to know I… I wasn’t lying.. ah…”
The pleasure was too extreme; it was like his brain was shutting off. He was sure every nerve in his body was on fire. Kokichi’s grip tightened– Shuichi was going crazy. He dragged in a gasping breath, his back arching.
“The truth is, I really do love you, Shuichi.”
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DING DONG!
BING BONG!
Shuichi nearly jumped out of his bed as the Monocubs aggravating morning announcement boomed into his room. Their annoying voices always gave him an incurable headache, starting his day off strong. He blinked and looked around. The pink walls quickly faded into a depressing gray and the furniture became a violent red. I’m back in my dorm.
“My head…” He rested his forehead in his open hands before slumping over and letting himself face plant into the soft sheets below. His heart was racing, like he had just run a marathon. In flashes, memories of his dream rushed back to him as well as a sick feeling of dread. He rubbed his neck where Kokichi’s lips had been. That dream went a lot farther than it usually does. It felt so real, too. He sighed, then froze. He threw the covers off of himself and unbuttoned his pants. Well. Shit.
If there's one thing he appreciated, it was the fact that his classmates never remembered the contents of their dreams. If they did… He didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Kokichi knew. His life would be hell from that point forward.
He rubbed his eyes with his hands and groaned. I need to clean up.