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A wolf in sheep's clothing

I feel so bad for the asker on Ao3 lol. This one took me so fuckin' long to settle on an idea for, and on top of that, I struggled to write Akechi for some reason?? I dunno why, but he feels iffy here, as does Akira, but I need this little beastie out of my to-do's lol. I hope you enjoy regardless!

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CW: Very mild. It's mostly just spanking. Semi-public if you squint, as well as dubcon, but I just let this be a simple tease rather than a whole thing.

Being who he was, Goro Akechi was essentially the king of the metaverse. Soaked deep into the collective consciousness of the public, he could reach the devil for tea, and with the experience he had in palaces, helping with Sae’s casino was a cake walk. Even if he was limited to solely using Robinhood so as to not give himself away.

So, something as simple as breaking in after an expedition onto the game floor with the phantom thieves was meant to be quick, efficient, and utterly safe.

Yet...Loki still whispered in the back of his mind, “Maybe stick to robinhood. Kurusu seems like the type to explore on his own as well, and we wouldn’t want him of all people catching you.” “What would that do, though? I have a mask that hides my entire face in my other costume. All he’d see is a weird bird looking thing.” Akechi snorted, even as he worked his way through the more industrial-looking, less populated corridors of the palace. Not bothering keeping an eye out for shadows as he went. “Because I asked nicely. Just for the attitude, even if you DO try to call on me, I’m not coming out.” The bull huffed, and while Akechi was at least 60% sure his persona couldn’t disobey a summon, the petty threat still got his scarlet eyes to roll.

Loki was a bit favored, the brunette didn’t need to be the second coming of the detective prince to know that he preferred a persona more aligned with his true intentions and work than a sterile, goody-goody version. So, he could also admit to himself that his slight favoritism may have spoiled the demonic bull a tad. Leading to his ungodly annoying streaks.

But, regardless of Loki’s snobby power plays, or whatever weird bullshit was putting the monster on edge, Akechi did as he was told and kept to his princely, white-and-red costume with the embarrassingly long-nosed mask while he was studying the layout of Sae’s warped area.

The main floors had instantly been off of the table since he’d scoped the place out the first time. Simply too crowded and normal for him to be able to sneak away from the thieves if needbe, even with the distracting dance of lights and cacophony of sounds. So, that left the detective with the less guest-facing areas if he wanted any potential escape routes or stealth openings.

So, he took his time in his recon. Taking long moments to study any possible network of ventsilation shafts or hallways for a way to swing killing Joker without getting caught. Any shadow that dared to bug him simply got skewered by Robin’s arrows.

However, Akechi was prepared for a confrontation, even if it was with a phantom thief. What he wasn’t prepared for was to crawl halfway into a vent to peer down into the never-ending maw of cold metal, and hear the motor of a door or gate shutting. “Oh what the- AH!” In a matter of seconds, the great second coming of the detective prince...was trapped under a shockingly heavy metal gate. And, while Loki didn’t actually say anything, Akechi could feel the smug ‘I told you so’ rattling around his own head. “this is utterly fine.” He huffed out, planting the palms of his hands on the metal walls and trying to pull himself forward. “This is. Fucking fine.” Yet, much to his annoyance, the belt of his pants was too fat to fit under the garage door trying to seal the vent. “All I did was trip a single alarm. The gate’s not even crushing me, this is manageable.” “Are you sure about that, Crow? You seem kind of stuck from this side.” A new voice echoed through the metal.

The sudden addition of Joker registering to the brunette damn near took the man out like an almighty attack. Loki you slut, did you know about that horrid little bastard following us?! He internally snarled at his persona, simply getting a petulant “Humph!” As his response. Which was all he needed to know that he’d fist fight his own monster later. “Uh, I-I’m pretty sure, Joker. What the hell are you even doing here though?” He asked aloud, doing his best to seem properly confused and embarrassed rather than kick Akira in the nuts for existing. “I came back to see if I could use our game card to get extra coins. Since I couldn’t do much else and didn’t want to sleep...what are you doing here though? It’s, like, midnight in reality.” He pointed out, making Akechi chuckle slightly, “Ah, well...I was simply trying to get the lay of the land in here. Try to find the treasure room, or any keys and see if I could map it out for when we returned.” Relying on a softened truth and his natural bruised ego to sell it. Which, only got him a long moment of silence from the leader of the phantom thieves.

Then, that pesky road block of thick leather was abruptly yanked down. ”E-Excuse me?!” He snarled, his mask gone, his face red, and his teeth bared when he turned his head as best the vent would allow, to glare at the opening of lighting his body beneath the stubborn gate created. “Oh shit, I...I’m sorry.” Akira squeaked, that blood-boiling confidence gone just as fast as Akechi’s sugary tone was. That smooth voice suddenly uneven from the shot of flustered shame surrounding each stuttered word.

Yet, Akira didn’t pull Akechi’s snowy white pants back up, or pried that stupid gate back up. He instead simply sat there. Probably staring at the pale skin of the detective’s ass with that deer-in-the-headlights fear that Akechi had seen when they’d first run into eachother. What a dumbass. I’m going to fucking flay you, now. “Kurusu, you dumb fuck, fix-” His venom was cut short when he felt the sudden and sharp sting of a strike to his ass.

He’d been fucking spanked.

Not entirely intentionally, it seeemed. Judging from the awkward stretch of painful, silent seconds that followed. Nothing but whatever movement could seep into Akechi’s metal prison bouncing off of the vent walls, and Akira’s horror mixing with the detective’s surprise like paint in water. At least, until a switch seemed to flip in the phantom thief.

The awkwardness and impulsivity gone for a dark giggle instead. A sound far more fitting for his rather low voice, and one that sent a slight buzz into Akechi’s blood that mingled with the lingering tinge of pain from Akira’s strike. “Kurusu.” The detective prince tried, keeping his voice calm, and slow like he was talking to a nervous animal instead of a hormonal teenager seemingly slipping into some repressed fuckery. Or, perhaps those were both appropriate situations for that method. “Please pull my pants back up. And let me out of this vent.”

Another stretch of silence followed that… ”what if...I don’t though?” Holy shit.

Now, normally, Akechi would’ve summoned Loki the second his pants were fucked with. But, while he was slowly growing freaked out by Akira’s abrupt shift in personality, there was a voice within that was just barely louder than that anxiety. A dark, curious voice suggesting, Maybe, just maybe. We can hold off for a bit longer. See if we can talk our way out of it...or if it just takes a fun turn. With such impregnable reason, the brunette found he couldn’t quite muster the will it took to bring the demonic bull out. “W-why exactly do you prefer me stuck halfway into a vent?” He asked instead, only getting another smack to his ass cheek, and another ripple of conflicting pleasure and pain into his half-stiff cock. “I’m not sure,” Akira admitted the curious edge Akechi could just hear through the metal of the vents and the morbid darkness of the man’s words encouraging him. “I sort of pulled your pants down on impulse...but now I...dunno, just kind of enjoy this.” He continued, smacking the detective’s ass again to earn a hiss and a wince. That fucking gate throwing an unwanted dose of aching into the equation, but the thought of Akira possibly turning evil was...hot.

Letting out a slow breath, Akechi pushed that discovery down. Trying again, this time with more sugar in his words, “U-um, well if you simply want to hook up with me, this is...a sketchy way to make that known, y'know.” Which, got him another harsher strike to the ass.

At that point, his rear end stung like a horde of angry wasps, but the pain of the impact of Akira’s hand on his ass continued to radiate a delicious warmth throughout his body as well. “Y’know, I’m half tempted to tell the others your ass got stuck~” the phantom thief warned, almost purring with an evil energy bleeding from his words that sent another trickle of lewd excitement down Akechi’s spine despite the escalation. “Maybe I could let Ryuji and Yusuke take turns with you. I think it would be kind of nice to see such a pristine goody-two-shoes defiled in such a fun way.” He continued, his warm hand suddenly gentle as it lovingly rubbed the burning out of Akechi’s skin. Only feeding the heat that had his dick twitching. “That would be a crime, dumbass. Would you really want to add sexual assault to your record?” The detective snapped out, only to get a harsher slap to the cheek of his ass. “Maybe I’ll just assault you, then leave you for a fucking shadow to kill. How about that instead?” He shot back, and while Akechi knew that Akira was far from the type to even carry through on the first half, the way his voice dropped further into a venomous malice made his heart skip a beat as much as it made his dick twitch against the metal of the partially-shuddered vent. What in god’s name am I into? But, that thought was not one he wanted to ponder when he was stuck beneath a mall store’s shudder, on his knees, with his pants falling around his knees and a possibly twisted phantom thief making threats. So, he shook his head a bit and recomposed his social mask once again. ”Look, could you just...maybe pry the vent door open so I could get out? We can both just forget this entire situation. I’ll forget you pulling my pants down, and talking about killing me, you forget about me being stuck in a vent like a dumbass and my threat to report you.” A moment of silence followed his words yet again. Foreboding, but there was also a beam of hope for his dignity still.

Then, with a sigh that was nearly inaudible through the metal of the ventilation system, Akira pulled Akechi’s pants back up. Which, the detective prince took as agreement, so when Joker finally got the metal gate back up enough so that Akechi could worm his way free, he said nothing but a prim “Thank you, Joker.” and left it at that. Both men simply leaving that entire encounter at that vent opening and just leaving the palace in their own, separate ways. Not a further word between them, and the air around them a noxious mix of cold and awkward.

”Well, that was enlightening.” Loki chuckled when the two persona users had parted in those quiet hallways, but Akechi ignored any teasing from that motherfucker. He didn’t need a magical monster to state how mixed up and confused he was. Both at how such a sketchy encounter left him with a boner, and how Akira had it in him to stoop so low on...apparently impulse.

So many questions. No more time.

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