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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Iwai_Munehisa/Kurusu_Akira, Iwai_Munehisa/Persona_5_Protagonist
  Character:
      Iwai_Munehisa, Kurusu_Akira, Persona_5_Protagonist, Sakura_Sojiro
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Alternate_Universe_-_Detectives,
      Blow_Jobs, Mildly_Dubious_Consent
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      Published: 2018-02-24 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 4343
****** A Deal for Two ******
by felicitous
Summary
     Munehisa Iwai is a detective who has been given the arduous task of
     catching the Phantom Thieves. But when one of them approaches him
     with an offer of working together, he finds it almost impossible to
     turn down.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Iwai was so done with this bullshit. Another calling card, and another sudden
confession, but still no sign of the so-called ‘Phantom Thieves’. He was
beginning to think that the entire universe was playing some kind of cosmic
joke on him and they didn’t even exist. They were instead like a lie you tell
your kids to get them to behave. Send a crook a calling card and scare them
straight; thus far it as pretty effective if that was the case.
He’d applaud them if he didn’t have his boss breathing down his neck and
snapping every other second about how they were a danger to society and needed
to be caught. Iwai would be lying if he said he understood it, but he liked to
stay out of the politics of his job. He caught assholes and put them where they
belonged; I wai liked to keep things simple. The Phantom Thieves were anything
but simple.
Iwai dropped down into his desk chair  and pressed his fingers into his
temples. It was at times like this that he really missed smoking. He reached
into his top drawer and pulled out of the many suckers he kept there for times
like this. With deft fingers, he unwrapped it quickly and popped it into his
mouth. Not only did it give his mouth something to do, it gave him a needed
burst of sugar. When had he eaten last? Breakfast? Kaoru would kill him if he
found out so he would have to grab something before he headed home. Before that
though, he needed to finish his notes on this latest ‘change of heart’.
The Phantom Thieves last victim has been a drug dealer who’d recently rose to
power. Just like Kaneshiro, they’d had nothing on him until he suddenly showed
up on their doorstep to confess his crimes. They’d know it was coming though.
The city had been littered with calling card in the shape of pamphlets
littering the city. Unfortunately, they hadn’t gotten to the target first. As
always they were three steps behind the heart thieves and they had done their
deed without leaving a trace. It really pissed him off.
As irritation boiled up inside him, he realized he wasn’t going to get anything
productive done tonight. He could always file his report in the morning, it’s
not like it had any vital information in it. He still knew jack squat about how
the Phantom Thieves operated. So instead of wasting his time, sitting at his
desk and doing nothing, Iwai decided that it was time for dinner.
Considering how his day had been, he figured it was only fitting that he went
to his favorite restaurant. Good curry and a hot cup of coffee to go with it
was exactly what he needed right now. Plus the old guy who ran the shop wasn’t
much of a conversationalist so he never had to worry about being bothered to
much. It was a place he could unwind.
Leblanc was as quiet as always, completely devoid of any other customers. There
are was only a small black and white cat asleep on the stairs. Sojiro wasn’t at
the front counter, meaning he was probably back in the kitchen areas. From the
smell of things, Iwia assumed that he was prepping the next days curry.
He took his seat at the bar, and knocked against the wood, just in case the
sound of the door hadn’t been enough. To his surprised it wasn’t Sojiro who
peaked out at him. Instead it a was young man with dark fluffy hair, giant
glasses, and wide gray eyes. He glanced around nervously and bit his lip before
moving out into the serving area, wiping his hands on his apron.
“Oh hi. Sorry I didn’t hear you come in. I do hope you haven’t been waiting to
long,” the boy apologized quickly, his voice soft and nervous.
Iwai gave him a small smile. “I just got here, you’re good. Where’s the old man
at? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”
“Sojiro? Oh, he had to run to the store for a few things and asked that I keep
an eye on the shop while he’s gone. I guess I’m not doing such a great job,”
the boy laughed, running a hand through his wild mess of hair. Iwai wondered if
it was soft, it looked like it.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell if you won’t,” Iwai assured him. This kid had to be
around the same age as Kaoru.
He got a relieved smile in response. “I’d definitely appreciate that. So, uh,
what can I get you?”
“I’ll just take the combo, whatever coffee is you recommend with the curry is
fine.”
“Coming right up!” The young man disappeared into the kitchen area for a moment
before returning with a large plate of curry and rice. He set it in front of
Iwai and then set out the silverware before turning his attention to the
coffee. Iwai watched as he worked, grinding the beans and then carefully
pouring the water over them, just as Sojiro always did. The kid was a good
student it seemed.
Once it was ready, Iwai accepted the cup and took a careful sip, not wanting to
burn himself on it. A rich, earthy flavor washed over his tongue. The coffee
was bitter, but almost in the same sense that dark chocolate was. He quite
liked it. “Which blend is this?”
“It’s a Sumatran blend. Sojiro actually let me pick the blend for today's mix
and this one is my favorite, so I hope you like it.” the young man answered
quickly.
“I certainly do,” Iwai set the cup down and held out his hand. “Munahisa Iwai.”
The young man took it and gave it a surprisingly firm shake. “Kurusu Akira, but
you can just call me Akira. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Munehisa-san.”
“Just Iwai is fine, ‘Munehisa-san’ makes me feel older than I’d like to admit,”
He chuckled as he pulled his hand back and started in on his dinner.
Akira watched him for a moment before wandering towards the other end of the
counter. From where he sat, Iwai could just make out a stack of books. Ah,
homework. He didn’t blame him though, it seemed like Leblanc was always slow.
The two of them sat there in silence, Akira doing his homework and Iwai eating.
Every now and then he would feel the young man’s eyes on him and when he looked
up their eyes would meet for a moment of strange intensity. Akira was always
the first to look away, his brow furrowed and cheek flushed. Iwai quickly
decided it was better to not ask and simply brushed it aside as simple
curiosity on Akira’s part.
By the time he was finishing up his curry, the door gave a gentle behind him.
Iwai saw Akira slink into the kitchen, followed by the sound of running water
and dishes. Raising an eyebrow, he turned to look at the door and see who came
in. He saw Sojiro standing in the doorway, a bag of groceries in his arms and
an amused smile on his lips. The two of them shared a nod in greeting before
Sojiro made his way behind the counter.
Sojiro set the bag down in the kitchen, before walking over to where Iwai sat.
“Been a while, I hope the service hasn’t been to terrible.”
“Nah, he takes after you, it seems. In both coffee and service,” Iwai mused and
Sojiro gave an amused grunt.
“Well, at least I’m doing something right then. How’s work been? It’s been a
while since you stopped by.”
Iwai shrugged. “Busy as shit. The Chief wants us to catch the Phantom Thieves
and well, if you’ve seen the news, I’m sure you can imagine how that's going.”
“I don’t really pay to much attention to them,” Sojiro shrugged.
While the old man seemed indifferent to the idea of the Phantom Thieves, Akira
certainly was not. The young man was peaking around the corner, his icy gray
eyes locked on Iwai like daggers. That stare unnerved him, in ways that Iwai,
never imagined possible. He faced down countless murderers and criminals, but
there was something about those eyes that was maliciously taunting about them.
Well, the world’s teens did certainly seem to be enamored with the Phantom
Thieves and their brand of Justice, a feeling he could understand. Hell, there
were times that even he couldn’t help but admire them. The justice system was
broken as shit, and the bad guys got away far too often for his liking.
“I envy you there. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind letting them be, but ya gotta do
what ya gotta do,” Iwai replied, forcing himself to look away from Akira’s
gaze. “Well, thanks for the meal. I’ll try and be back soon, looks like you
could use the business with a part-timer to pay for.”
Sojiro gave him a smile and collected the dishes from the counter. “Come back
anytime, I’ll gladly take your money.”
Iwai rolled his eyes and waived his farewell as he left the warm coffee shop
behind, thoughts of Akira’s intense gaze still rattling around in his head.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Another week with no leads. Iwai was ready to just tell the Chief where to
shove it and start pursuing some real criminals for the time being. If they
knew one thing about the Phantom Thieves it was that they always disappeared
for a while after they ‘stole a heart’. They wouldn’t be hearing from them till
their next calling card appeared. Working on the case till then was just a
waste of everyone's time.
Iwai left the precinct utterly exhausted. While he hadn’t achieved much him and
the rest of the detectives assigned to the Phantom Thieves had been raked over
the coals since the last confession. He was ready for his day off.
He was climbing into his car when he noticed a familiar mop of midnight hair
passing past. He paused for a moment, considering what to do before he sighed
and called out to the high schooler. “Hey, Akira!”
Akira turned around, his gray eyes wide. He seemed to look around until he
noticed Iwai. When he noticed him, he waved and smiled, before jogging over to
where Iwai stood. When he stopped, the black cat from the store poked out of
his backpack and meowed at him in annoyance. It was both very weird and very
endearing. Akira hushed the cat before smiling at Iwai again. “It’s nice to see
you again, though a little sooner than I expected.”
Iwai shrugged. “You should consider yourself lucky then. You need a ride home?”
“Sure, that’d be nice,”
“Hop on in then,” Iwai said as he climbed inside and unlocked the passenger
side door. Akira climbed inside carefully and set his bag on his lap before
buckling up. “So, where to?” Iwai ask as he started the car and pulled out onto
the road.
“Leblanc,” Akira answered simply
“You work right after school?”
“Hm? No, Sojiro only lets me practice or watch the shop at night. I live
there,”
“You what? You live in a coffee shop?”
Akira shrugged. “Technically, I live above it. Sojiro has a spare room up there
that he lets me stay in.”
Iwai was admittedly horrified, his thoughts lingering on his parents and his
son’s birth parents. “Why do you live there?”
There was that dangerous flash in Akira’s eyes again, then he licked his lips
and looked away. “I, uh, I have a criminal record. My parents thought it best I
live somewhere else while on probation.”
“Oh,” silence fell between them as Iwai let that sink in. How could such a
young, diligent seeming kid have a criminal record? “Mind if I asked what
happened.”
“Of course not, Officer,” there was venom in the way he spit the title, “I’m
sure you could pull up the case if you wanted. I was out walking, saw a woman
being harrassed and pushed the man away from her. He his his head and I was the
one charged with assault.”
Akira’s words were spoken calmly, but Iwai could practically feel the
restrained anger that radiated off him. He didn’t blame him. “That’s pretty
fucked up.”
The young man turned his head back and gave him a crooked smile. “Well, I guess
it’s a pity the cops back home didn’t see things the way you did.”
“I’m special like that.”
“I’ll say,” Akira huffed in amusement. “I never would’ve pegged you for a cop.”
Iwai took that for a compliment. “That’s what makes me a good one. Back in the
day, I used to work undercover investigating the yakuza.”
Akira laughed. “Now that I can see!”
The tension that had formed with Akira talking about his past faded away. They
drove on, the conversation light. Mainly they focused on how Akira was
adjusting to the area. Iwai was surprised to find that Akira attended the same
school Kamoshida had taught at, but quickly brushed it aside as one of life's
many little coincidences. It was a good school that wasn’t too far from where
Akira was currently living.
By the time they made it to Leblanc, they had lapsed into a peaceful silence.
Akira climbed out of the care slowly, carefully cradling the small cat, who
he’d come to learn was named Morgana. Once he was out and had his pack back on,
he leaned down to wave at Iwai. “Thanks for the ride. It was nice talking with
you.”
Iwai pulled one of the business cards he kept with his contact info from his
glovebox and held it out to Akira. “Here. If you ever need anything, even if
its just to talk, feel free to give me a call.”
Akira took the card with a smile. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.
Good luck with your investigation, Iwai,” and with that simple goodbye, he
disappeared down the narrow streets leading to Leblanc. Iwai watched him go for
a moment, before pulling back onto the road and heading home.
However, Akira didn’t make it to Leblanc, instead he took a detour to the house
of one Sojiro Sakura. He slipped inside quietly and headed to the room of his
favorite hacker.  Futaba jumped when he opened the door, but when he held up
the detectives card for her, she smiled at him. This was just too easy.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Iwai woke with a start, sitting up straight in his bed. Something wasn’t right.
He wasn’t sure what but he could feel it. There was an intensity hanging heavy
in the air that didn’t belong in his home. As he retrieved his gun from his
bedside table, the lamp there turned on, briefly blinding him. He squinted
against the brightness and yelled when a gloved hand  slammed into his ,
pressing it down onto the table. Another one quickly pressed to his mouth and
he found himself face to face with a masked man. The mask was in a carnival
style, primarily white with black outlining the eyes like giant eyelashes. But
what stuck him the most was the man's ferocious gray eyes and playful smile.
“Hush now, detective. We don’t want to wake your son, he’s sleep so peacefully
right now.”
At the mention of Kaoru, Iwai snarled, swinging his other arm up. His attacker
pulled their hand from his mouth and caught his other hand just before it made
contact with their face. Their eyes never left him though and their smile only
got bigger.
“What the fuck do you want?” Iwai spat at them now that his mouth was free. He
needed to find a way to get out if this. Maybe if he could distract them, get
them talking he could get one of his hands free enough to land a hit or pull
out his gun.
The man's shrugged. “To say hi, to talk, to see who the brilliant detective
chasing after us is.”
It hit him like a punch in the stomach. “You’re the leader of the Phantom
Thieves.”
He laughed. “I suppose you could say that, yes. But you can just call me
Joker.”
“I don’t give a shit what you call yourself. If you’re here to kill me just get
it over with. All I ask is that you leave my son out of this, he doesn’t know
anything.”
Joker rolled his eyes. “And neither do you. Besides when have we been known to
kill anyone?”
“So you’re saying you aren’t involved in the mental shutdowns?”
“God, no. I thought someone as clever as you would’ve been able to tell the
difference between what us and whatever sloppy halfwit is responsible for
that.”
He had a point, it just never added up with the Phantom Thieves apparent
motives. They were about righting secret wrongs, and exposing the truth, not
endangering innocents. But it seemed they didn’t know who was responsible for
them either. He stored that bit of information away for later. “So if you’re
not here to kill me, then what do you want for me?”
“Were you not listening to me before?” Joker scoffed, as if that insulted him,
then he learned forwards so that his cold lips brushed against Iwai’s ear. “I’m
here to negotiate.”
His words sent a shiver down Iwai’s spine, but it wasn’t them alone. It was
also the way Joker smelled, he smelled like dark coffee and rich curry. A smell
he knew well. Once again, Iwai felt like he had been punched in the gut and
both of his hands went limp. He should have known the moment he saw those
stormy gray eyes. He breathed out the young man's name like it was a prayer,
“Akira.”
Akira pulled back slowly, with a giant smile and bright, playful eyes. “Damn,
you’re good.”
He pulled his gloved hands away from Iwais wrists, and slowly dragged them up
the older mans arms, leaving fire in their wake. His hands came to a stop on
Iwai’s bare chest, and he slowly moved onto the bed, his slender legs
straddling his hips.
Iwai swallowed back the sudden lump in his throat. He couldn’t remember the
last time someone touched him like this and the knowledge that it was the very
criminal he was supposed to be chasing only made it worse. “Is this what you
call negotiating?”
That earned him a smile from Akira. “I’ve found that people are easiest to work
with when they feel vulnerable.”
“Fair enough,” Iwai left his gun on the dresser, and crossed his arms over his
chest, forcing the teen back. “So talk. What do you want?”
Akira wasn’t about to be dissuaded though as he moved his hand up to wrap
around Iwai’s neck, closing the distance once again. “I’d like to propose a
partnership.”
“Between you and me?”
“Technically between you and the Phantom Thieves, but if you would prefer to
focus on me that’s just fine,” as he spoke, Akira’s fingers traced gentle
circles against Iwai’s skin, forcing another shiver.
“And why would I want to partner with you, you do realized I’m supposed to be
hunting you right?” Iwai spoke through clenched teeth.
“That’s exactly why. You are a man who believes in punishing criminals and
righting wrongs, and we believe in the same. Our methods are just more
effective. Help us identify people who deserved to be punished, who are taking
advantage of your system. Help us make the work a better place one asshole at a
time.”
It was a tempting offer. “How do you know I’m not one of those assholes? Hm? I
could be leading you into a trap of my own.”
Akira laughed. “I’ve seen inside your heart Iwai, you can’t fool me. I know the
kind of man you are.”
Iwai scoffed. “Right. Does that little ‘ability’ of yours have anything to do
with how you trigger these so called ‘changes of heart’.”
“Trade secrets,” Akira hummed, winking at him. “But you do good by use and
maybe, just maybe I’ll let you in on it.”
“This all sounds real tempting, it really does. And I believe in what you’re
doing. But I fail to see what I’m getting out of this deal.”
That wicked look that Akira pulled off too well was back. “I was waiting for
you to ask that.”
Iwai’s brow arched up and he was about to ask what that meant. When the young
thief slid back across the bed, taking the blankets with him. His hands slid
down as well, coming to a rest at the waistband of Iwai’s boxers. He had his
answer.
The Joker, really a fitting name, looked up at him with hungry eyes, before
hooking his gloved fingers and pulling them down just far enough to reveal
Iwai’s flaccid cock.
“Don’t you da-,” the words caught in his throat when a warm, wet tongue traced
its way from base to tip in back. He looked down to see Akira’s face was now
barely and inch from his dick. He made the mistake of looking into those molten
lead eyes as Akira’s pink tongue peaked out and lapped gently at the tip. It
really had been to long since he’d had any kind of release as he could feel
himself getting hard just from those simple touches.
“I know you’re a man with needs, I am too,” Akira breathed against his
sensitive, taking a moment to wrap his gloved fingers around Iwai’s now half
hard cock. “So if you agree to our little deal, I can see to it that you get
what you need, whenever, wherever, and however you want it.”
“I, I can’t agreed to something like that.” Iwai insisted, ashamed of the part
of him that found that to be a wonderful idea. He’d be lying if he said that
Akira wasn’t attractive. “You’re just a kid.”
Akira’s fingers began to stroke slowly up and down his dick. “If your or one of
the other detectives caught me and brought me, what do you think they would
charge me as? A minor or an adult?”
He had a point there. “That doesn't change anything.”
Iwai regretted those words the moment they left him. A mixture of hurt and
determination made its way to Akira’s face and before he had a chance to say or
do anything the warm wetness of Akira’s mouth had engulf his cock. It slid
slowly down to the base, taking him all of the way in before sliding back up.
“Oh, fuck,” He breathed, dick going rock hard in a matter of seconds.
Akira smiled around him, clearly proud of himself for the response he’d earned.
Spurred on by Iwai’s hardness, the Phantom Thief began to bob his head in
earnest. The first half of Iwai’s dick was treated to the gentle sucking
movements of Akira’s mouth and the bottom half stroked in time with Akira’s
hand.
The saliva he left behind leaded down, wetting the gloves and allowing them so
slide over his skin even easier. The blow job was messy and perfect. The heat
in his stomach and the need in his soul overrode Iwai’s reason at last and he
gave in to the pleasure that Akira was so eagerly offering to him.
He could hear Akira moaning softly around his dick as he worked and those
sounds only intensified when he grabbed a handful of his messy black hair. It
was just as soft as he imagined and it was so easy to tangle his fingers into
and grip tight. He pulled at it, pulling Akira completely off his dick. The
earned him a desperate moan that shook him to his very core. The look on
Akira’s face alone was almost to much to take.
His lips were swollen and red and shiny with saliva. His pale skin was flushed
a desperate red and his eyes, God, his eyes were practically begging  Iwai to
flip him over and have his way with him. It was almost unfathomable that
someone could looks so alluring. Luckily, he didn’t have a chance to give in to
the things those eyes were begging him for because Akira went back to his
original task.
The movements of his hands and mouth had picked up speed now and they were
quickly working Iwai to his wits end. He had his head tipped back against the
wall, curses falling from his lips as he felt his climax nearing. Then suddenly
Akira twisted his wrist, pulled his hand away, and swallowed Iwai whole once
again. The shock of  it ripped through the last of his restraint, and he came
with a low groan inside Akira’s mouth.
Iwai was breathing heavily and coming down from his high when Akira sat up,
licking his lips like a pampered cat. He smiled at Iwai and leaned forward to
press a quick, surprisingly chaste, kiss to his lips. Then he got up to stand
beside the bed and wiped his glove off on the blankets. “I’ll take that as your
acceptance of our deal. I look forward to hearing from you in the future, for
any reason.”
As Iwai was gathering his thoughts to respond, the room was suddenly plunged
into blackness. In a panic, he fumbled to turn his lamb back on, but by the
time he’d managed to press the switch on it, Akira was gone. He sighed and lay
back on his bed, running a hand through his short, sweaty hair.
The sound of his phone vibrating on his dresser startled him and he quickly
lunged for it. He’d received a new text message that contained only two words:
Anytime, Anywhere. It was what Akira had told him early about what he would be
getting out of this deal. Silently making up his mind, Iwai set his phone aside
and closed his eyes. His life was about to get a lot more complicated.
Chapter End Notes
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