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No matter how much Akechi loved Ren—and how he’d adored him just as much as he’d despised him—he loved the fantasy of Shido rendered broken and ruined that much more. Those dreams of dragging his father into an inescapable misery had pulled Akechi through his hardest nights, long before Ren ever existed in his life.
So of course he’d killed Ren. He’d even delighted in it. As Ren’s head had splattered upon the interrogation room’s table, the bullet hole upon his forehead a chasm of red-black, Akechi had felt the greatest relief. Ren’s compassion would never have been able to save Akechi, not the way his vengeance could.
Akechi adjusted his glove, and the weight of his holstered gun was reassuring beneath his jacket. He wasn’t planning on shooting Shido, especially since the election was still days away, but Akechi kept the gun on him. Shido was a man beyond trust.
Shido was alone when Akechi arrived to his office. The man had spent the past few months entangled with one of the Diet’s newer secretaries. Far more optimistic and bubbly than Shido’s usual type, but she also had the curvaceous figure the man lusted for. She was nowhere to be seen though, not even in the halls leading to Shido’s office.
Well.
She wouldn’t be the first woman Shido casted aside once he grew bored. Akechi thought of his mother, yet another woman turned specter when she stopped entertaining Shido, and the resulting anger he felt was sour on his tongue.
But Akechi was ever the accomplished actor, so no trace of that ire escaped him as he greeted his father. “Good evening, Shido-san. You wanted to see me?”
Shido glanced up from his tablet. The screen’s blue light left his skin an eerie pale and reflected off his tinted glasses. The furrow between his brows was deeper, the shadows beneath his eyes harsh. “You’re earlier than I expected,” he remarked, but he sat his tablet down and leaned back from his desk anyway. “I suppose you’ve always been a punctual kid though.”
Akechi’s laugh was light and melodic. And completely fake. “Is that a complaint?” he asked.
“Not at all,” Shido answered, and he was on his feet, walking to his liquor cabinet. “Have a drink with me, Akechi-kun.”
The request was odd. “You know I’m too young to drink,” Akechi pointed out. Shido also only ever demanded Akechi’s presence when he needed someone eliminated, whether that was through scandal or death. He would occasionally needle Akechi to find out what desires his son had hidden beneath his veneer of the ever dutiful assassin. He would always drop the topic of Akechi’s hypothetical debauched desires after only a brief prodding though, and then the conversation would return to business.
The wine that Shido pulled from the cabinet was black in the office’s subdued light, a void in an unremarkable bottle. “You care about legalities now?” Shido asked, the edge of a taunt to his voice. He grabbed two wineglasses. “You’ve helped me more than most of the bumbling idiots at my beck and call, so what’s the harm in being rewarded appropriately?”
Shido returned to his desk, and Akechi approached him cautiously. “Well, I do have an image to maintain,” he answered. “It wouldn’t do for everyone’s beloved detective prince to be caught drinking while underage.”
An amused snort left Shido. “You don’t have to maintain that image with me.” The wine opener’s winding screw dug into the cork, and when Shido popped it free the scent of raspberry and cloves escaped from the merlot’s confines. He poured Akechi a glass, ignoring the last soft protestations from him man all the while.
Akechi looked at the wine, and he briefly thought of Ren, of the dark blood pooling around that stupid, miserable, wonderful boy’s head. Shido was already pouring himself a glass, oblivious to the thoughts that swirled around in Akechi’s mind, just as the wine swirled around in his hand.
“I think a toast is in order,” Shido said as he brought his glass to Akechi’s. “I wouldn’t have gotten this far without your help.”
Akechi accepted the toast, the glasses gently clinking together, but he couldn’t shake the unease building within his chest. This meeting was odd. It wasn’t following the routine of all their previous meetings, and Akechi didn’t understand this new choreography that Shido was laying out before him. Is it because we’re so close to the election? Because Ren’s dead? He considered each question, but he lacked the answers for them both.
Silence extended between them, and it fed Akechi’s growing anxiety. “I haven’t seen that secretary lately,” he said, eager for any conversation to soothe that dread. “What was her name… Kobayashi-san?”
Shido took a sip of his wine, and he paused to savor the taste. Akechi had expected him to just down the entire glass in one gulp with as much as the man loved to drink, but he supposed Shido did have to maintain the illusion of restraint. “She’s fine. I’m sure you know what women are like, Akechi-kun. A celebrity with a pretty face like yours has to get all sorts of attention.”
The answer was an evasion, but Akechi didn’t comment as much. Most likely she’d expected their dalliances to evolve into a serious relationship, and she’d been devastated when Shido informed her he was only interested in her body. Whether she was still in the Diet or had resigned was the mystery. Akechi hummed a noncommital response to Shido before he finally took a sip of his wine. The traces of the raspberry did nothing to soothe that dry, bitter taste.
“I’m not interested in talking about her. I’m far more interested in you.”
Akechi opened his mouth, glad to finally learn why he was invited to Shido’s office, but the words never left him. Time drew out to a crawl as Shido leaned in to kiss him. Akechi froze, stunned. The wine tasted the same upon Shido’s lips.
A roar crescendoed within his mind, and all the while he could hear himself chanting, This is your father, this is your father, THIS IS YOUR FATHER. He pulled away from Shido, eyes wide as he touched his lips with his gloved hand. “What’s happening?” he asked, and he resented the waver that seeped into his voice. Resented how pitiful he sounded.
“What do you think’s happening?” Shido asked, and he brought his own glass to Akechi’s lips. “You should try more than a little sip,” he said. “There’s men twice your age that would love a vintage like this.”
Akechi conceded, and he took another drink of the wine offered to him. His panicked thoughts were hardly quelled though, and he once again asked, “Shido-san, what’s happening?”
Shido brought his fingers to Akechi’s mouth, and he smoothed his thumb over that full bottom lip. “Is that not obvious?” he asked. “I’m interested in you, Akechi-kun.” He leaned in to kiss Akechi again, but his son backed away, alarmed.
I’m interested in you, Akechi-kun.
That interest terrified Akechi.
“No,” he protested. “No no no, we can’t do this.” His gun felt heavy in its holster, and he considered shooting Shido right then. Leave the man to bleed out on the expensive carpet.. Akechi’s grip tightened on the wineglass as he considered the thought, but then he miserably considered how much of the despair he’d sown on Shido’s behalf would be rendered pointless. The man would never become prime minister, and Ren would still be dead.
He couldn’t kill Shido, not yet.
Shido sat his glass down on his desk. He looked at Akechi, unphased by the young man’s turmoil. “And why can’t we?” he asked. When Akechi refused to answer him he continued. “I’ve been thinking about the women that clamor for my attention. It’s nice having someone so eager to please, but they’re always the same type.” The light glinted off Shido’s glasses as his gaze roamed over Akechi’s body.
“They’re all harmless. After a while you want to see if you can get someone a bit more dangerous to get on their knees for you.”
Akechi felt nauseous. He should really just shoot the man. “I think most men would rather get their thrill-seeking from skydiving or bungee-jumping, Shido-san.”
“Most men don’t have you around,” Shido responded dismissively. He seemed focused on Akechi’s jacket. “You’ve got your gun on you, don’t you? Give it to me.”
Akechi’s free hand flew to his chest. “Shido-san, I don’t…”
Shido sighed, and he held out his hand. “I’m not stupid, Akechi-kun,” he stated. The beginnings of irritation were visible on his face. “Give it here.”
It was an order, and Akechi’s fingers trembled as they slipped beneath his jacket. The gun’s handle was reassuring in his grip. He considered once more whether he should shoot Shido, but he thought of Ren’s corpse, and the desire disappeared. He pulled the gun from its holster and handed it to Shido.
“That’s a good boy,” Shido praised, fingers wrapping around the handle. “I can only assume it’s loaded.”
“That’s right,” Akechi said, and he flinched as Shido pointed the gun at him, barrel directed right at his chest. Shido had the sense to keep his finger off the trigger, but that knowledge offered Akechi little comfort, especially as Shido started nudging him with that barrel.
Akechi’s alarm didn’t reach Shido. The smirk across his face spoke of a confident delight, like a child eager to take his favorite toy apart. “Relax,” Shido chided. “We’re just going to have a little fun.” He dipped the barrel under Akechi’s tie, and he lifted that strip of black and white.
“It’s a little hard to relax when you’re pointing a loaded gun at me,” Akechi grit out from between clenched teeth.
Shido responded with a mere shrug. “Consider it assurance that you’ll stay on your best behavior,” he rationalized. “Besides, I’m sure you’ve had your share of danger from running around in the metaverse.” He dropped the tie, only to then take the wineglass from Akechi’s hand. Akechi’s faint tremble seemed to make him fear for the carpet. Despite the younger man’s lack of concern for the wine, Shido still commented, “You can have it back in a moment, but first let’s have you strip for me.”
Akechi wanted to balk, but he looked at the gun one last time before he complied. He thought of Shido with a bullet lodged deep within his skull, thought of eyes blank and lifeless as he peeled his gloves from his hands and set about unbuttoning his jacket. Garment after garment fell to the floor, with Akechi’s shoes kicked to the side of the growing pile. The air was cool upon Akechi’s bare skin, but he found Shido’s leer far more uncomfortable. He only stilled when just his briefs remained. His fingers hooked over the elastic, but self-consciousness made him reluctant.
An annoyed huff left Shido. “Your underwear too,” he scolded.
Akechi bit down upon his bottom lip and then, slowly, he pulled his briefs down. His cock was a small, delicate thing, and it dangled between his thighs. Akechi left his briefs with the rest of his clothes, all the while he refusing to look at Shido. His face was flush with embarrassment. Akechi wanted to sink into the carpet—into the floors of the Diet itself—until he was invisible. He wanted as far away from Shido’s lascivious gaze as possible.
Shido hummed thoughtfully as he drank in the sight of Akechi’s nude form. “It’s hard to believe such a pretty kid like you can be capable of murder,” he commented. He sat Akechi’s wine down beside his own, and he reached for that vulnerable body on display. His fingers trailed along the contours of Akechi’s abdomen, and his thumb rolled over one of the nipples rendered pert by the room’s chill. Shido’s smirk widened as he listened to Akechi’s breath hitch. “You almost sound like a girl,” he taunted, and only then did he wrap his fingers around that demure cock on display. “Guess that would explain this.”
“Don’t—“ Akechi yelped, but he fell silent as the gun’s barrel traced along his jaw. With the denial of that protest he could only stand stiffly as Shido’s fingers lightly stroked his cock. The gentle, doting treatment was pointless—Akechi was never able to get hard.
“It’s more like a clit than a dick,” Shido commented as his fingers pinched the tip. A drawn-out whine left Akechi in response. “Perhaps it’d be more accurate for your fans to call you a princess than a prince.” His voice was growing rougher and rougher, and Akechi quickly realized that Shido was growing aroused. His father wanted to fuck him.
He felt repulsed.
“Can you get it over with?” Akechi asked. “You just want to fuck me, don’t you?”
Shido dropped Akechi’s cock, but before the younger man could breath a sigh of relief he took Akechi’s hand and brought it to his own cock. Even while partially hard it strained against his trousers. “I don’t want to just fuck you,” Shido told Akechi. “Take out my dick, Akechi-kun.”
He finally took the gun away when Akechi unzipped his trousers. The cock Akechi produced was massive, even more so when compared to his own flaccid length. He’d taken another cock into his hands before, back in his last year of junior high, but that boy’s arousal had been nothing compared to the one still swelling in his grasp.
Akechi couldn’t fathom taking this cock. His body would be ruined beyond recognition afterwards.
“Go on,” Shido urged, and Akechi complied. He slowly stroked that magnificent cock, and all the while he marveled at its glory. It was easier, now that he was focused on that cock instead of Shido himself. He could pretend that he was servicing someone else, that this cock belonged to anyone else. It could belong to that underwhelming boy from junior high, or it could belong to Ren. The moans that left Shido were distant, as though the contemptible man was worlds away.
“What a good boy,” Shido praised. He took Akechi’s cock in same way that Akechi grasped his own, and he brought them both together. Akechi’s soft cock slid against his arousal. “You were being so difficult, but look how happy you are to get to play with a real dick.”
Shido’s voice jolted Akechi free of his trance. “No, that’s not it,” Akechi murmured as his brows knit together. He shivered as their cocks slid against each other within the grips of their two hands. Shido’s thumb rolled over the slit of Akechi’s cock and pulled a pitiful moan from him.
“You don’t need to be modest,” Shido chided. He leaned in close, his lips ghosting over Akechi’s. “I know you’ve always wanted a nice big cock.” He kissed Akechi again, but unlike the previous one which was little more than a brush of lips, this kiss was intense. Teeth tugged at Akechi’s bottom lip, and Shido’s tongue plunged into his mouth.
Akechi couldn’t keep up with Shido’s hunger.
“Shido-san…” He panted as he finally pulled away from the kiss, lips red and swollen. Shido’s thumb smoothed over his mouth, as though to wipe away the wanton flush that marred them.
The chuckle that left Shido made Akechi shiver. His hand was still upon Shido’s cock, as though he’d forgotten its existence. Shido kissed Akechi again, gentler this time.
Akechi could feel his resolve crumbling, could feel his contempt for his father disappearing back into the dark sea of his unconscious. His disgust lingered, but it turned inward. A few kisses and the opportunity to stroke Shido’s cock felt like too little to soothe his ire.
And yet there he was, parting his lips willingly as Shido released his cock and grabbed one of those glasses to grant him another sip. The new taste of wine wasn’t enough for Akechi though. He wanted more from Shido. He wanted more delicacies long denied. “Let me suck your cock,” Akechi pleaded between drinks.
Shido arched one of his brows. “And here I thought you were gonna have to be coaxed into it,” he said. He gave Akechi’s wine-stained lips one last kiss, and he released their two cocks. Shido’s arousal remained proudly on display while Akechi’s own small cock dangled helplessly. “Get on your knees then, Akechi-kun.”
Akechi didn’t need any more encouragement. He sank to the ground enthusiastically and rested his hands upon Shido’s hips. That cock was even more impressive when it was right in front of Akechi’s face, with precum glistening upon the red tip and the veins pronounced around the thick shaft. Akechi’s mouth watered despite himself. He’d never sucked a cock before, but the arousal was so enticing that he felt compelled to try.
But Shido didn’t give him that cock. He pushed the heavy fringe back from Akechi’s face so he could look down upon those russet eyes. “You’re such an eager little slut,” he teased, “but I think you need to work a little harder if you want my dick so bad.” The gun returned then, the barrel sliding over Akechi’s abused lips. “Open your mouth and show me how much you want it.”
The gun clacked against Akechi’s teeth as Shido forced the barrel into his mouth. All the while Akechi’s heart pounded erratically in his chest as his treacherous terror returned. He didn’t want to fellate that gun, but he still complied with that order. His tongue awkward laved attention along the barrel, the hard angles. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked upon that gun, and Shido’s amused laugh resonated in his mind.
“Are you sure you want me after all?” Shido asked as he slid the barrel in and out of Akechi’s mouth in a grim mockery of what his son truly wanted. “You seem to be enjoying yourself just fine with a gun in your mouth.” Akechi didn’t answer him, but he didn’t seem to be seeking a response. He thrust the barrel past Akechi’s inviting lips a few more times before pulling it free and leaving it abandoned on the desk.
“Fine,” Shido finally acquiesced. “You’ve earned it. I guess such an obedient boy can suck my cock.”
Shido’s words were permission granted, and Akechi didn’t need to be told a second time. He’d sucked upon a gun to get access to this cock, and his craving was overwhelming. He wrapped his hands around the girth of Shido’s arousal, and he slipped the head into his mouth. Precum smeared across his tongue, tasting both of salt and bitters. Shido’s natural scent wafted around him, and Akechi almost moaned right there. But then Shido’s free hand wound itself in his long hair. “Go on,” his father encouraged as he tugged on those locks.
Akechi whined in response, but he didn’t really need more encouraging. He began to suck on Shido’s cock. It was too massive but Akechi still tried to work more of it into his mouth. All the while his fingers explored the rest of that cock—fingertips trailed over pronounced veins and tugged dark curls of hair. He wanted to devour that cock in its entirety.
His greed was his undoing. Shido’s cock weighed too heavy upon the back of his tongue, and soon Akechi was gagging. He pulled away from the arousal as he coughed. His lips were wet just as the cock was wet, but Akechi hardly noticed as he brought his hand to his mouth.
“Easy,” Shido murmured. His grip upon Akechi’s hair relaxed, and he started stroking that crown of ashen brown instead. His nails scratched at Akechi’s scalp in a gesture that the young man found soothing, and Akechi let his eyes slip shut.
“Come on, Akechi-kun,” Shido continued. Akechi couldn’t quite describe his tone. It was somehow commanding yet assuring. It was the voice that Akechi imagined other fathers having, back when he was a small child learning of the fathers all his classmates had in their lives. “Take another drink.”
Akechi let Shido lean down and press the glass to his lips. The wine mixed with the taste of Shido that lingered on his tongue. Then he was back to sucking on that cock, wine-soaked tongue worshiping every inch he could reach.
A routine developed between them. Akechi would suck on the cock, and whenever he paused to catch his breath—to calm his gag reflex, really—Shido would offer him another sip of that wine. Akechi was lost in that cycle, just as he was lost in the sound of Shido’s low moans. He could remain on his knees for the rest of his days like the good boy that Shido kept praising him as.
His thoughts of anger and vengeance were gone, replaced by a warm, staticky void. He didn’t need to think, not with Shido’s cock in his mouth and those fingers combing through his hair. Even the threat of the gun was a distant memory.
Only when the wine was completely gone did Shido stop Akechi. “You really are a perfect boy,” he praised. He sat the glass down so he could pick up his own wine. He tilted his head back to down it in one gulp, and his cheeks were left as flushed as the traces of the wine left upon the glass. “You know what I’d like now?” Akechi only shook his head in response, as though too lost in the fog of desire to manage words. Shido grinned in amusement. “Play with your clit for me, Akechi-kun. Show me how much fun you’re having.”
If Akechi was coherent he would have pointed out the futility in teasing his cock. He couldn’t get erect, no matter how hard he tried. But instead he obeyed Shido’s request. He wrapped one hand around his cock, and he stroked the entire length. His fingers prodded at the delicate slit as he tugged at his balls with his other hand.
Shido sat the wineglass down beside the other as he watched Akechi’s performance. “You’re so sexy,” he growled, and then he was yanking on Akechi’s hair. Holding the young man in place as he urgently began to stroke his own cock. He was pursuing his own climax.
“Open your mouth,” Shido ordered, and Akechi complied immediately. His pink tongue was like velvet as it protruded past his lips, and Shido couldn’t resist that silent begging. He came with a grunt, pearly cum splattering across that lovely tongue.
Akechi basked in the shower of Shido’s release. He swallowed the cum that coated his mouth, all the while tugging on his own petite cock. “You taste so good,” Akechi cooed deliriously. A breathless laugh left Shido in response, and he finally released Akechi’s hair.
“Who knew that you were so cock hungry?” Shido asked, but he didn’t expect an answer. He loomed over Akechi, eyes still watching the young man with a perverse curiosity. After a brief moment tucked his softening cock back into his trousers, all while Akechi continued to fondle his own soft cock. “You really can’t get hard at all, can you?”
Akechi shook his head. He wanted Shido’s hands back on him, back in his hair and on his body, and he almost sobbed as Shido leaned down as swiped away the streak of cum sprayed across his cheek. “Well,” Shido continued, “then I guess I’ll have to think of things that helpless little dick of yours can do.”
He brought his thumb to Akechi’s lips, and Akechi took it into his mouth. He might regain his senses later, when he was far away from Shido, but in that moment he just wanted to be his father’s good, obedient boy.