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"Ryuki?"
"Mm...?"
"Ryuki! Come on, wake up already!"
Short of sending eight hundred volts of electrical shock to Ryuki's eyesocket, Tama knows she can't actually do anything to wake up her sleeping partner. If only she could just shake him by the shoulders or slap him silly Somnium-style.
Wait... Somnium? Considering that she knows exactly what Ryuki is dreaming about right now, it gives her an excellent idea.
"Ryuki! It's a message from Date!"
Ryuki chokes mid-snore and thrashes wildly upon hearing the name. Right on cue. If mentioning Date wouldn't wake him, nothing would.
It's not a lie; Date really did have a message waiting for Ryuki in his inbox, and Tama desperately wants him to know about it, if only so she can snoop on it herself. Anytime Date's information pings on Ryuki's phone, it's a treat for both of them. These days, it only makes it more entertaining how flustered Ryuki gets from hearing Date's voice, and Tama is nothing if not supportive of this new development.
"Huh!? What?" Ryuki sits up and rubs his eyes (even the nonexistent one with his AI-ball, much to Tama's dismay), fidgeting with the blankets sprawled out over his lap. It isn't the first time he's fallen asleep on his couch from trying to pull an all-nighter on a case, and knowing Ryuki, it won't be the last. "Tama... how long have I been out?"
The AI sighs loudly from his socket. "One hour, forty-three minutes, and nine seconds. I wouldn't have intruded on your little nap, but..." She clears her throat. "You have a new message from your favorite person, Ryuki. Thought you might wanna see what he wants."
"Wait, really?" He's practically beaming now. Date very rarely texts him. Especially at—Ryuki checks his watch—three o'clock in the morning. "It must be important. G-Go ahead and open it."
"Was hoping you'd say that," Tama giggles. "Already on it!"
"Multimedia attachments," Ryuki mutters to himself as they begin to load. "What could he possibly be—" Ryuki's mind goes blank. He blinks, hoping that he's imagining things and that Tama isn't seeing what he's seeing. "—sending me."
"Oh my," Tama chirps innocently. "I swear I had no idea this would be...!"
"A nude. Date just sent me a nude. Oh shit. Oh god." Ryuki is already stuttering profusely to himself. He can't unsee it. Not now.
What's happening!?
His mind knows nothing but this new image of Kaname Date now. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined what Date looked like shirtless before, but... he hadn't quite thought about how he'd look completely naked.
Tama on the other hand, who seems a bit less shocked, was likely a different story.
It's quite clearly Date in the full-body image, though the mirror is a bit murky and most of Date's face is covered with his phone. But there's no mistaking that familiar smirk poking from underneath it, and the wet strands of hair hanging loosely against his shoulders. Just out of the shower, probably, Ryuki realizes, because there's a light sheen of moisture painted over every part of him—every inch of him—and Ryuki's wandering eyes can't decide if they want to focus more on the rugged, toned skin of the naked man's chest, or the very, very prominent growth further down below it—
Thankfully, Tama breaks him from his confused, albeit interested trance of trying to decide where to avert his attention.
"OH MY GOD—"
"T-Tama, don't scream like that out of nowhere!" Ryuki growls, closing his eyes in hope the image will go away now. It doesn't. "Look, I-I don't know why we got this, but obviously it was a mistake—"
"Date is probably soooo drunk right now," Tama says in agreement. "Ryuki, this is huge!"
"S-S-Stop looking at it!"
"No, dummy, I mean—I'm talking about the situation in general!" she quips back nervously. "Obviously!"
Ryuki can barely form a thought. What a thing to wake up to...! One day, Special Agent Kaname Date will be the death of him, but he hadn't expected it to be quite so soon.
"We can use this as the juiciest form of blackmail, you know," Tama continues with a devious grin. "Once he knows he sent you this..."
"NO!" Ryuki shouts, startling both of them. He shakes his head adamantly before she can interrupt further. "Date cannot know about this! I'm not gonna tell him!"
"What?!" Tama seems genuinely agitated now. "Don't be stupid, Ryuki! You know you can't keep a secret like this!"
Ryuki huffs. "You mean you can't keep a secret like this."
"Oops." Tama musters a wink. "Got me there. But still, he's going to know he sent it to you when he looks at it later, you know."
"M-Maybe not. I don't go and check every text and email I send the next day after I've been out drinking all night."
"No, because I do it for you. Well, that, and I wouldn't let you do something so naughty in the first place!" Tama sighs loudly at the thought. "Where is Aiba?! I know it must be hard to keep someone feisty like Date on a leash, but still...!"
Tuning her out, Ryuki lets his mind wander into forbidden territory again. Tama is still talking endlessly in his socket, but all he can hear is Date calling his name now. He doesn't need to look at the damn picture again—he has it memorized, every curve, every muscle on Date's naked form. He imagines that playful grin licking his lips. "Like what you see, Ryuki?"
"Yes," Ryuki moans back to him, as if against his own will. "Yes."
"Ryuki, are you listening to me? What are you mumbling about?"
Ryuki snaps back to reality just as fast as the fantasy ends, and before he can think of anything to defend himself with, he blurts out something even worse. "I wanna see it again!"
Tama is unusually speechless now.
"I-I mean...!" This time, Ryuki buries his face into hands, as if he could hide from the AI-Ball inhabiting his very mind. "I don't wanna see it again! Delete it, please, Tama!"
"Oh, yeah right," she purrs. "Like I'd do that. I've already saved it to my internal memory and even made a copy just in case."
"T-Tama...!"
"And something tells me that you've done the same with your little memory bank, too... isn't that right, Ryuki?"
He scowls. Nothing good can ever come of Tama using this tone with him, and tonight he can't take much more of it. He buries himself under the blanket and lies back down on the couch without another word.
"Why would you possibly want to crawl under that blanket when your internal body temperature is already so abnormally high, Ryuki?" Tama asks coyly. "Do you have a fever?"
"Probably," Ryuki pouts. Everyone knows he's a terrible liar, but no one knows it quite like Tama does. "Can you blame me?"
"That's strange." Tama is still speaking tenderly, just to annoy him. "The heat levels in your body are rising so rapidly, even now, Ryuki... particularly down below your—"
"Tama!"
"Oh! There's another message!"
"Don't open it!" Ryuki begs, scrambling out of the blanket.
"Too late! Oh...!"
It's another picture, because of course it's another picture. What else would Date send after a naked mirror selfie? A fucking curry recipe?
This time, it's a close-up—a very close-up shot of Date's cock, gripped tightly in his fist. The tiny glint of metal pierced near the tip is the last thing Ryuki expects to see other than the actual dick pic itself. Somehow he hadn't noticed it in the mirror nude.
His vision blurs.
"Ryuki..." Tama's voice is clipped, like she's forcing herself to speak through tears. "I..."
There's a long silence before she finally continues.
"If you don't reply back to him in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to do it for you."
"What—no! No, no, we are not—" Ryuki glances a second time at the monster cock staring back at him. "We need to tell him. We need to stop him!"
"Stop him?" Tama clears her throat, innocent again. "That thing doesn't look like it's going to be stopping anytime soon."
Ryuki can't remember a time he'd been more embarrassed. Sure, he'd been a little horny around Tama before... but not like this. This was something else—something new.
"I'll tell him it's a wrong number and m-maybe he'll pass out soon and forget all about it...!"
"Or you could tell him to send us more," Tama muses.
"Like I said," Ryuki growls through gritted teeth, "Date will see every bit of this tomorrow. W-We can't."
She shrugs. "What does it matter? I thought you like him."
"I do! I respect him!"
"Well, I can certainly see why." Tama giggles when Ryuki's face somehow goes an even brighter shade of red. "Ryuki, you do realize that once Aiba finds out about this..."
"Of course!" Ryuki's eyes brighten considerably. "Aiba! Y-Yeah, that's right, she'll see the pictures and delete them before Date has a chance to know about it!"
"Exactly. Which means..." Ryuki has never seen Tama behave quite this way before, and it's a bit terrifying to say the least. "We can have a little fun with it, too."
"H-Huh?!"
"Oops, is that a dial-tone I hear?" Tama says, like it's the most normal thing in the world, and Ryuki immediately feels the urge to choke.
"Tama, what the hell are you doing—?!"
"Shhh, be quiet," Tama whispers. "Don't ruin this for us."
"For us? What are you—"
Before Ryuki can prepare himself for the crisis unfolding before him, the ringing stops. Shit. Someone actually answered it.
"Hey there," Ryuki hears himself purr flirtatiously over the phone, not quite himself.
Wait a second. Ryuki hadn't said a word. Then why did—
Tama! he realizes too late. She's using my voice...!
There's a low chuckle, immediately recognizable as Date. "Finally. Didn't think you'd ever call..."
To anyone who didn't know Date well, he almost sounded completely sober. Ryuki, on the other hand, has had more drunken nights with Date than he can count on one hand, and immediately can confirm the man's obvious intoxication.
Ugh. He's plastered, all right.
Ryuki swallows hard against the lump forming in his throat, and decides that things could always be worse; Date could be sober right now, sending him nudes. That'd be much worse. Right?
...Right?
"Are you... alone right now?" Tama asks without missing a beat, still under the guise of Ryuki's stolen voice.
"Sadly," Date sighs. "Why, you wanna... wanna come over an' see me or something?"
"Oh, Mr. Date, I wish I could, but..." Tama hesitates. What's she planning now...?
"But what? You scared?"
"No, I'm just..." Tama hesitates once more. "Just so nervous. This is my first time..."
What the hell, Tama! Why are you making me sound so pathetic?!
Shhhh! I'm trying to concentrate!
"Don't you worry about a thing. Jus' sit back, and... and I'll walk you through it, babe."
Ryuki's heart skips a beat.
Date just called him—well, Tama—"babe."
"That sounds perfect. Tell me what you want me to do, Mr. Date, and I'll do it. Anything for you."
"Anything?" Date slurs, and Ryuki can only imagine the drunken smirk on his face. "How about you come sit on this dick, then—right now, jus' me an' you..."
Ryuki's face feels like it's on fire. Much like the heat rising between his legs. He can't stop himself. He grips tight against the swell of his cock through his sweatpants.
He needs it to go away.
"Ooh yeah," Tama moans, a bit too dramatic and cheesy to be genuine, but it's not like Date knows the difference. "I want you sooo bad. Do you want me as bad as I want you right now, Mr. Date?"
"Fuck yeah, I do." Date's voice is so wonderfully strained and uncharted. Ryuki wants to hear more of it, he realizes, as his hand slips shamelessly underneath the waistband of his underwear. "Can't you feel how bad I want you?"
Ryuki grips himself hard, and imagines it's Date instead.
"Yeah, it's so big and hard," Tama says, right on cue. Ryuki is suddenly thankful that Tama is his voice because there's no way he'd be able to even form a coherent thought right now, let alone speak it.
"Jus' for you," Date replies, and this time, Ryuki can hear him let out a particularly pleased groan. "Fuck."
"Do you want me to stop?" Tama does her best impression of a flustered Ryuki, and damn it all if it isn't the lamest thing Ryuki has ever heard.
I don't moan like that... do I?! he asks Tama mid-stroke, before remembering how awkward this must be for her. She isn't dumb. She knows exactly what Ryuki is doing under his blanket.
"Oh, hell yeah," Date begs, breathless. "I want you to moan for me... please... don't hold it back..."
Ryuki pales. He almost forgot that Date would be able to hear his conversation with Tama if he spoke to her! No wonder she'd told him to be quiet.
And now, she's purposely being quiet, probably just to spite him. She'd abandoned Ryuki completely... and at a time like this?! He's reaching his limit now, he can't possibly keep up a conversation with Date; he's too focused on stroking himself, imagining every single touch belongs to Date's hand instead of his own.
Ryuki bites back his moan. His breathing is already erratic, just like Date's, pacing in unison over the hushed noises between them, the erotic shuffling sounds in the background almost drowned out entirely by every exhale.
"You still with me, babe?" Date asks suddenly. He's nearing his limit, too. Ryuki can hear it in his voice.
"Y-Yeah," Ryuki pants, and this time it's really his own voice he hears, against his better judgment. "I'm so close." What is he saying? He shouldn't be telling Date—
"Mm, me too."
Ryuki can't stop. Not now.
"That's it. Keep goin'. Are you gonna come for me, Ryuki?"
Ryuki almost loses it completely. His name. Did Date just say his name? In that tone of voice? While touching himself?
"Fuck." It's the only thing Ryuki can muster between breaths. Date said my name. He knows. He knows he's talking to me...!
"Little more," Date mumbles into his ear. "Jus' like that—ah—"
Ryuki can't stop himself as the helpless moan of pleasure slips out of his mouth when he finally releases, urged by Date's quivering voice in the background. For a moment, he's absolutely breathless and nothing else in the world matters. He waits for the sound of Date losing himself, too, and almost comes a second time when he finally hears it. Date is quieter than him somehow, even in his drunken stupor, but no less obscene.
Date came for him.
He waits until he hears Date's breathing slow down considerably before panicking and ending the call. "What have I done?!" he mutters to himself. He feels sticky and disgusting now, like he'd somehow taken advantage of Date... and somehow, Tama, too, if he really wants to think hard enough about it.
He can't. His mind is mush. His body is mush. Everything is slipping around him, and he wants to close his eyes and just fall asleep to the sound of Date saying his name like that again.
"You gonna come for me, Ryuki?"
Little does Date know... Ryuki always comes to him. Every night, when he touches himself. Date is all he can think about these days.
And now...
Well, Ryuki can't imagine that's going to be changing anytime soon.
He falls asleep waiting for Tama to come back and tease him for being so perverted.
Surprisingly, she doesn't.
The next day at HQ has Ryuki more anxious than usual.
He's not sure how else to feel about being summoned to Boss's office so early in the day, and on top of that, Boss's office is unusually loud for a Monday morning. Ryuki can only hope she's not watching something he'd regret walking in on... especially after last night. One more awkward encounter and he might lose it completely this week.
A closer listen reveals that the voices coming from inside are Boss's own... and Date's?
Oh no.
"Ooh, we have to go in!" Tama urges, more nosy than concerned. "It sounds juicy in there!"
Ignoring her, Ryuki steps inside of his own accord. Both Date and Boss stop bickering immediately when they notice him.
"Ryuki! Perfect timing!" Date's face lights up as he rushes over to meet him; Ryuki immediately thinks of last night and blushes profusely when Date's hand brushes against him. "Get over here and tell Boss that I've not done anything to traumatize you in the last twenty-four hours—"
Ryuki wants to disappear into the floor. His worst fear is coming true right before his eyes.
"Does this picture ring any bells, Date?" This time it's Aiba's voice. "Take a good, hard look."
"Well, yeah, that's obviously my massive—"
"Let me see—!" Boss quickly stops herself, clearing her throat and anchoring herself back on the edge her desk. "I mean, I will need to see these pictures to confiscate them, obviously. No other reason."
"Don't worry, I got you, Boss." Tama's hologram is already nestled snugly in Boss's bosom now.
Ryuki expects Date to be a little more fazed by the accusations, especially now that everyone knows; instead, Date merely blinks, deep in thought. Aiba must still be showing him the pictures right now...!
"I couldn't bear to think of what poor Ryuki went through last night, so I brought this matter straight to Boss," Aiba explains calmly. "I'm sorry I let this happen to you, Ryuki."
So that's what's going on. Instead of simply deleting the pictures like they'd hoped for, Aiba is out to defend Ryuki's honor now instead. Ryuki is still too flustered to speak up, but he can tell that Date is purposely avoiding eye contact with him now.
Does he remember everything...?
"This is a serious issue, you two." Boss crosses her hands tightly over her chest. "Really, Date. What were you thinking?! Drunk or not, to send such inappropriate pictures to a subordinate is low, even for you."
"Why is everyone attacking me?!" Date suddenly chimes in. "It—it was an accident! I didn't mean to send it to Ryuki, obviously...! I was just horny and drunk off my ass!"
"Oh yeah?" Boss frowns. "And who was it meant for, then?"
"Just... you know. Somebody?"
"A name, Date. Who was it for?"
"Uh..." Date bites his lip. "Um... K... Kagami?"
Tama snickers.
"That's... even worse, somehow," Aiba adds with a sigh.
"Try again." Boss is stamping for foot impatiently against the floor now.
Date openly admits defeat when everyone's glares become too much to handle; Ryuki almost feels sorry for him.
"Oh, right, now I remember," Date says suddenly. "The pictures were obviously meant for you, Boss."
"Whatever, Date." Boss snorts. "I'll forgive you this time, but—wait, what did you just say?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Date chirps happily. "Thanks for understanding. It won't happen again, promise. And if it does, well, I'll shoot at a better angle next time." He winces. "Ugh, this one really doesn't do my package any justice, does it? I swear, guys, it's way bigger than this in person..."
Tama chokes. "Bigger than that?!"
"Bigger than what—?!" Boss is desperate now, on the verge of tears as she begs Tama for it. "Send it to my laptop this instant or you're all fired, effective immediately!"
"Tama, don't—!"
Tama makes a cheeky salute. "Yes ma'am!"
"I can't believe you leaked my nudes like that, Aiba." Date sighs, leaning back in his chair. "Not cool."
"I won't apologize for something that was your fault to begin with," she quips back without a single shred of sympathy. "I leave you alone one time when you're drunk, and this happens?"
The interrogation room is only dimly lit right now, empty except for the two of them. Ryuki sits in the opposite chair from Date. He can't bring himself to look Date in the face now, even though Date had invited him here in the first place to talk things over.
"Look, Aiba, will you give me some privacy here? I wanna talk to Ryuki. Alone."
"Ohoho~" Tama teases quietly. "Finally, the climax... I've been waiting for this."
Date clicks his tongue. "You, too, Tama. Give us some space. Just five minutes. It won't take longer than that."
"Five minutes, huh? I think you're overestimating Ryuki a little bit there--"
"Tama!" On instinct, Ryuki cuts off his line with Tama before she can humiliate him any further.
He's going to murder her next time she comes back to him.
But for now...
It's just him and Date now.
"Don't worry, Aiba's gone now, too." He smiles. Ryuki can't decipher it. Is Date flirting? Ashamed? Angry? "What a day, huh, Ryuki? Sorry for dragging you into this mess."
Ryuki's eyes widen. "Y-You haven't done anything wrong, M-Mr. Date!" he blurts. "I'm completely fine... besides, I should be the one apologizing...!"
Date blinks. "Huh? What for?"
"I shouldn't have invaded your privacy like that. If only I hadn't rushed to open the pictures—"
"Well, it's not like you could've known." Date shrugs it off with a laugh. "This is just like you, Ryuki. I can't believe you're actually trying to take the blame for me getting wasted and taking a picture of my dick."
Ryuki wishes he hadn't instantly visualized it. He gulps. Not now.
"Relax. We're cool, Ryuki. Everything is fine." Date's smile is back again, and Ryuki almost wishes he had a picture saved of that instead.
Almost.
He smiles back.
"... is what I want to say, but..." Date's expression darkens. "There's something else we still need to discuss."
Ryuki's heart falls. "W-What...?"
Date leans forward. Much closer. "Look, Ryuki. Tama sent me a little secret recording of what happened last night after the pictures. I... I heard everything."
Tama did WHAT...!?
This can't be happening. Ryuki sputters.
"I, uh, know what I did. What we did." Date frowns. "I'm honestly kind of sad I don't remember it firsthand, but..."
"Date, please," Ryuki interrupts, on the verge of tears. "Don't—"
"...from the sounds of it, that was the best phone sex I've had in a long time."
They both stop and stare at each other for a moment. Date seems like he's waiting for a reply, but Ryuki's jaw is on the floor.
He doesn't know if he should laugh or cry right now. "I..."
"Shit, Ryuki. You look like you were expecting me to kick your ass or something." Date raises an eyebrow. "Tama told me everything. About how she was pretending to be you the whole time."
"Well..." Ryuki pales, trembling as he looks away. "N-Not the whole time..."
"Yeah, I know. I could hear you at the end. She really amped up your background audio, too, lemme tell ya." Date leans forward again over the table, forcing Ryuki to lock eyes with him again. "You really think I'd be upset with you after hearing that? After hearing you let go and having yourself such a good time?"
Ryuki is speechless. He can't even blink.
"Hell no!" Date continues, grinning now that some of the awkward tension is gone. "I'm actually kinda proud of you. Like, really. That was intense. Hell, I'm getting a little hot again right now, just thinking about that cute little moan of yours at the end—"
"Mr. Date...!" Ryuki's blush intensifies under his gaze. "What are you—I didn't—!"
"Didn't know you had it in you," Date chuckles. "Guess you didn't either, huh?"
"I... I don't know what to say...!" Ryuki closes his eyes tight.
"Well, you could start by being honest with me and admitting you enjoyed our little night-in at the palm prom together." Date crosses his arms. "Consent is pretty sexy, you know."
"R-Right," Ryuki stutters. He can't let Date feel even worse than he already does about this. "Yeah... I... I had fun...!"
Date waits patiently. "And?"
"And...?" Ryuki hesitates. "And um, I got off, just like you asked me to...?"
"Well, yeah." Date almost blushes. "Me too, obviously. I fucking came twice apparently. B-But that's not what I was asking."
"Huh?" Ryuki bites his lip. "Oh. I'm sorry... I... don't understand."
Date growls in disappointment. "The pictures, Ryuki! Pay attention!" He's on the edge of his seat now. "What did you think? Did you like 'em? Not bad, huh? I just bared it all for you! Some feedback would be really nice here."
Ryuki is stunned speechless once again, so he simply gives a pathetic little nod to confirm it. He really... really... liked those pictures. He manages an awkward thumbs-up, too, somehow.
"Phew, that settles it, then," Date says, apparently satisfied. Ryuki's dignity be damned. "That's enough for me." He stands up, still balancing his weight over the table towards Ryuki. "Alright. One more thing. Come here."
He holds out his hand and without a second thought, Ryuki takes it and lets Date guide him around to his side of the table. They're ridiculously close now, and Ryuki feels like he's in a dream. Date shakes his hand firmly, playfully even, still pulling him closer. Ryuki wonders if this is the hand that Date touched himself with last night; he can't help himself.
"Look Ryuki, we can pretend this never happened if you want. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable around me, especially because of last night." Date smiles warmly; Ryuki melts in place. "That being said..." Date's usual smirk is back just as quickly as it left. "I'm totally free tonight if you wanna do it again, that's cool, too, you know."
"M-Mr. Date... what exactly are you saying...?"
Ryuki tenses when Date slides his hand up Ryuki's arm until it stops affectionately on his shoulder.
"I'm saying..." Date's still slowly moving closer into his personal space, like he's ready to whisper top-secret information. Their lips are only mere breaths away from each other now. "It's only gay if we kiss, Ryuki."
Ryuki fights back a chuckle just as Date quickly presses their lips together, surprising them both. It doesn't last long but Ryuki is positive his heart might burst at any moment once he realizes what happened.
"Uh. Okay, well, it's only gay if we enjoy it, right?"
Nodding, Ryuki shyly presses himself closer against Date's body, melting into the warmth of his embrace. He's not sure where he finds the sudden rush of courage, but he steals his own quick kiss from Date's lips this time.
He doesnt expect Date to look so surprised by it when he pulls away. His right pupil is blown wide, staring straight into Ryuki's soul. "Do that again," he says, an equal mix of curious and confused.
Ryuki does.
The moment he feels their lips collide a third time, Date spins them around and the next thing Ryuki knows, Date has him pinned backwards onto the table. Date's weight combined with the friction of their bodies pressed together so intimately makes Ryuki embarrassingly hard almost instantly; he can feel Date's length pressing hard against his own, too, and if it wasn't for the fact that Date's tongue is halfway down his throat, Ryuki is positive he'd already be moaning loud enough that everyone in ABIS would hear it.
Date lifts one of Ryuki's legs higher, enough that he can angle himself even closer between Ryuki's legs. Ryuki grinds against him in response, and Date grips him even tighter.
Ryuki had many thoughts of doing things like this with Date in many different places, but somehow, the interrogation room hadn't been one of them.
But now—
"Damn, Ryuki—" Date's voice is so husky against his lips, different from the drunken voice against his ear last night. "I—"
"Date, have you finally apologized for—" Aiba's voice pulls them both back to reality.
Ryuki feels the blood drain from his face.
"Oh," Aiba deadpans. The room goes silent.
"Aiba! Fucking hell...!" Date looks like he's ready to rip out his left AI-ball and throw it against the wall.
"What is wrong with you!?" Aiba seems genuinely embarrassed, if nothing else. "You're supposed to be making up for what you did to Ryuki, not making it worse!"
"Oh my bad," Date groans, rolling his eyes. "I thought you said I was supposed to make out with Ryuki, not make up with him—ow!"
"Pig."
Ryuki pulls away just as Aiba sends some sort of intense electric shock into Date's socket.
"Did someone say making out?!"
This time, it's Tama who appears out of nowhere, giggling suggestively when she realizes how close Ryuki and Date must've been moments before, though something tells Ryuki she's likely been watching for quite a while now. He certainly wouldn't put it past her.
Ryuki, on the other hand, feels like he's stuck in some sort of twisted nightmare... like he's trapped in a Somnium that has swallowed him just as he was so close to solving it.
"Date, I've had it with you!" Aiba huffs, and Date seems like he's somehow being physically dragged to the door by some unseen force. "If you don't want me to tell Boss about this—"
"Aiba, please, we'll talk it over in the car, okay?!" Date begs miserably, grasping his socket. "I'm going, I'm going!" He looks back to Ryuki, a bit sadly now. "Ryuki—call me—" he mouths, barely a whisper before he disappears from the room completely.
Ryuki falls back against the table once again, defeated. Everything is a blur. He can hardly think straight.
What. Just. Happened.
"Don't worry, Ryuki," Tama comforts him. "Your secret is safe with me." She winks.
Ryuki bites back his blush. "Tama... please. Promise me. No one can ever know about this...!"
"Know about what?" Tama tilts her head. "You mean... this?"
Once Ryuki realizes what she's showing him, he feels his heart stop.
"Of course I recorded that whole thing!" Tama cries. "Thought you might wanna watch it later, if you know what I mean..."
Fortunately, Ryuki is already unconscious before she can even finish.
Somewhere in the distance, Date suffers the same fate, if only because his body can't handle anymore as Aiba zaps him into oblivion a final time.
"Hey, why are you looking at each other like that?" Mizuki snaps her eyes back and forth suspiciously between Ryuki and Date. "Wait, are you two...?"
Ryuki scratches the back of his head. "Well, um..."
Date's arms are crossed defensively over his chest. "Don't get the wrong idea. Ryuki and I just have a very..." He hesitates. "Intimate relationship."