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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Shidou_Masayoshi
  Character:
      Akechi_Goro, Shidou_Masayoshi
  Additional Tags:
      Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Anal_Sex, Consensual_Non-Consent, Consent_Play,
      Daydreaming, Disturbing_Themes, Explicit_Language, Incest, Manipulation,
      Mistaken_Identity, Power_Imbalance, Sadism, Scene_Gone_Wrong,
      Somnophilia, Strangulation, Violent_Thoughts, Yandere
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-31 Words: 5562
****** Big-Game Hunter ******
by NanakiBH
Summary
     A hunt has risks, but that's what makes it so thrilling!
Notes
     I had this idea in the beginning. It just took me a while to get to
     it because... Damn.
As he left the hotel conference room, Akechi gave a little wave goodbye to the
interviewer and left her with a charming smile.
He liked magazine interviews. They weren't as effective as TV spots, but they
were infinitely easier and more comfortable. To the interviewer, he probably
looked no different from his usual, pasted-on self, but the difference was
there for the one who was always forcing the smiles and choosing his words.
When cameras weren't watching and recording his every word and action, he was
able to work through their questions at his own pace.
Sometimes, he just wished that they would ask him about the things he really
cared about.
Sometimes, he wished that he could answer honestly even to the things he didn't
care about.
It was hilariously easy to fool them into believing his charade, but he had to
find it hilarious, otherwise it would have just been depressing. He wanted to
be honest, but not where it mattered to other people. He fantasized about
pointing at the audience and laughing mockingly, seeing the dismay on their
stupid faces when their perfect fucking image of him was shattered. They looked
like idiots for believing him. It wasn't their fault, but he really wished that
they would wise up and realize that he wasn't the only one playing them.
His contempt was going to tear him apart.
The more he needed to hide, the stronger the urge to reveal himself became. One
little magazine article wasn't going to kill him – it was just going to hurt
him less than the rest.
He was tired.
He was tired, but there wasn't any stopping.
He wasn't allowed to burst. He wasn't going to burst. He wouldn't let himself
burst.
 
There was just one respite for him. The most ironic, of course.
 
And, as if the cruel universe were paying attention to his sad, internal
mutterings, it did what it did best, opening up the way to that respite. As
much as he wanted to resist – to seek any other means of relief – he knew that
he would find none. In his world, there was only pain and lesser pain. The one
who gave it to him was also, unfortunately, the only one capable of taking it
away.
One moment of rest always led right back into the next moment's suffering.
There seemed to be only one way to break that chain – by holding a blowtorch to
the end, of course. If he did so, he knew that he would also fall without its
restraint, but falling and sacrificing himself to nothingness sounded
preferable if it meant taking the whole thing down with him...
In the meanwhile, he had only one option for release and it was Shido-shaped.
 
On his way through the lobby, his eyes happened to catch sight of a familiar
back sitting at the hotel bar. He shouldn't have been surprised to see him.
There was a party conference happening in that same hotel.
Still... Drinking alone? In the middle of the week?
It may have been late in the evening, but that excuse didn't make him look any
less sad.
The old man didn't deserve his pity, but that was the excuse Akechi gave
himself as he strode past the tables and confidently approached the bar
counter. He set his briefcase on the counter and took a seat next to him. He
yawned loudly enough to get his attention.
Without turning, Shido stared at him from the corners of his eyes.
“What are you doing here? I told you that you should avoid being seen with me.”
Akechi crossed one leg over the other and folded his hands on the counter. He
couldn't help but laugh at the confused look he was given by the bartender. It
must have seemed strange to see a minor at the bar, but he seemed to dismiss
his presence quickly enough. He must have recognized who he was.
“Oh, I wouldn't worry about me. Shouldn't you be more worried about people
seeing you like this?” he asked, giving Shido a once-over. His eyes looked too
clear for him to be drunk, but his disposition said he was trying to get
himself there.
He glowered, taking issue with Akechi's tone. “Like what, exactly?”
“Nothing, nothing. I'm not trying to pick a fight,” Akechi coolly assured. “I
was here for an interview – a magazine this time. I'm kind of shocked that they
didn't ask me about the United Future conference. Not enough people ask me for
my opinion of you. It's a shame.”
“You're a good boy. You'd put in a good word for me.”
Akechi had to bite his lower lip to keep his smile from twisting. “You're
right. I would.”
Not like he had much of a choice. Regardless of whether he were acting, Shido
would have taken it out on him if he heard him disrespecting him. As something
of an idol, his opinion mattered. He had fans of all ages who eagerly lapped up
his words and treated them like facts, so if he said anything bad about Shido
Masayoshi, well... That wouldn't have been good for the campaign.
But even if he chose to talk bad about him, there was a chance it would have
backfired on him, anyway. Although he had his own fanbase, Shido's was of an
entirely different scale. He had a legion of loyal supporters who were ready to
pick fights with anyone who disagreed with their precious candidate. Shido
Masayoshi was zealous, righteous, and always correct.
Akechi didn't feel like getting eaten alive over something like that. He wanted
to aim higher.
He didn't care about Shido's campaign. He would've loved it if people asked him
about it, and he would have loved it if he could've spoken the truth, but the
truth was...
He was going to kill him, so none of that mattered.
“So? Are you still sitting here because you're waiting for me to buy you a
drink?” Shido asked.
“Funny joke, Shido-san.” He stifled another yawn with the back of his hand.
“Actually... I was just thinking about how badly I could use a nap. My schedule
has been running me ragged and I'm ready to drop. If I laid down now, I could
probably sleep for a week... You're staying in this hotel, aren't you? You
probably haven't spent any time in your room...”
He held out his hand.
Shido looked at it.
“What do you want?”
“Your room key, obviously,” Akechi said. He glanced up at him from under
lowered lashes. “I bet you even have two beds.”
Shido snorted humorlessly and went back to his drink. “You can sleep on the
train,” he muttered.
“And let a molester take advantage of me while I'm asleep? Shido-san, I'm
hurt... You're okay with letting a stranger touch me like that? You're the
worst...”
When he spoke that loudly, even the bartender, who had been largely minding his
own business until then, found it hard not to stare at them suspiciously.
Realizing that someone might try to butt into their conversation, Shido finally
turned and glowered at Akechi. Apparently he didn't like it when his accomplice
used his age to boss him around.
“Fine,” he nervously relented, keeping his voice down. “I see your game. But
you're coming up with your own excuse if anyone asks.” He dug his hand into his
suit pocket and produced the keycard for his room. “Before you leave, find a
nice girl and have her take your seat, will you?”
“If I can find anyone nice, you mean.”
Akechi plucked the card from his fingers with a pleasant smile and hopped off
the stool, taking his briefcase with him.
 
Idiot.
 
Akechi decided that if he had to suffer with him all the way up until election,
then he was going to make the most of it. Once he became someone valuable to
Shido, he discovered that he had a certain amount of weight – weight that could
even be thrown back at Shido. His skills were uniquely his own, meaning that no
one else was capable of doing his job. Effectively, that meant that Shido could
never get rid of him.
He knew where to step to avoid eggshells.
Shido didn't like it when people told him what to do. He didn't like when his
authority was questioned. He didn't like it when anyone insinuated that he was
anything less than perfect.
What was the point in even having advisers if he hated listening to people who
had different opinions...?
Shido also didn't like being threatened, but Akechi knew how to threaten him in
just the right way to avoid getting himself backhanded. It was something of an
art. He was very proud of himself. If he hoped to kill Shido Masayoshi, master
manipulator, then he had to learn from him and beat him at his own game. The
fact that he was able to slip and slide around his temperament and control the
man's mood to his own liking had to be indication that he was on the right
track.
That terrible man was very hateable, but it wasn't comfortable to hate him all
the time – not at max power. Akechi thought it was enough that his mind was
always preoccupied with thoughts of killing him. While he was on the train,
while he was on live television, while he was innocently sitting in class with
a pencil in his hand... He was always blissfully imagining the thrill of
driving a knife through the back of Shido's head, gouging open his throat,
riddling his body with bullets.
He wished he could share that fantastic, itchy feeling with Shido himself, but
he knew that it was impossible for obvious reasons. However, whenever he looked
at Shido and smiled with those thoughts in his head, he got the feeling that a
little of what he was thinking was communicated through his eyes.
Shido told him he was creepy.
He liked that. That was good; an unconventional compliment. He loved knowing
that he was able to get under his skin. Being able to unnerve the steel-like
Shido meant that he had power over him. It was just a small power, but Akechi
exploited that power to its fullest and used it to his advantage whenever he
found the opportunity.
The keycard that danced between his fingers was proof.
 
On his way out of the bar, he was approached by an attractive young woman in a
black dress. As she started talking to him, Akechi glanced over his shoulder
and found Shido watching, just as he expected.
It sounded like she'd been watching them. She excitedly asked him if that was
really the Shido Masayoshi sitting at the bar.
Akechi just put a gloved hand on her shoulder and leaned close to kindly let
her know that she should avoid that man at all costs. He'd heard things, he
said. He leaned away, looking her in the eyes with a sympathetic smile and a
concerned tilt of his brows. Without needing to be too specific, she seemed to
understand what sort of things he was talking about and wisely turned around
and walked out.
He looked back at Shido and savored the look of irritation on his face as he
sat there powerlessly seething. He couldn't have possibly heard what he told
her, but Akechi knew he was going to be blamed for scaring her away.
It was worth it.
He saved that girl from a night with that and derived his own perverse
satisfaction from Shido's impotent aggravation.
That despicable man belonged to him and him only. Pretending that he spared her
for anything but selfish reasons was just egoism.
Shido was his.
The day Shido finally realized that for himself was going to be the day Akechi
laughed the hardest.
All of his grand accomplishments? His reputation? All of it was already dust in
Akechi's palm. He looked forward to that moment more than anything – when Shido
would realize what was being stolen from him and who was stealing it.
Nothing could be greater.
So Akechi already knew he was setting himself up for a lifetime of
disappointment.
Even if killing him finally alleviated the worst of his pain, he expected a
deeper emptiness to open up within him following that spectacular moment. Like
the ugly haze of smoke after a beautiful fireworks display, nothing that
followed would ever compare. With a dazzling flash, it would be over. Just like
that. Bam. And then gone.
Life was so unfair.
Why couldn't he kill him more than once?
There were so many ways... One quick bullet to the head didn't seem like
enough. If he did that, then Shido wouldn't suffer at all... A beheading would
have been flashy. Electrocution. Immolation. Poisoning. Or something much more
twisted...!
 
He almost ran face-first into a wall on his way to the elevator.
 
Well. It wasn't good to let himself get too carried away, anyway. Akechi knew
he shouldn't think about it too deeply until that moment arrived. Too much
planning was the real enemy. He just had to calm down and let things happen at
their own pace. There were other things to think about, surely.
Like...
Okay, he didn't have much else going on. But he wasn't going to beat himself up
about it. He couldn't blame himself for being so addicted to Shido's irritated
expression. The feeling of superiority it gave him was just too good. It made
him wonder what other faces Shido was capable of making and made him wonder how
each of them would make him feel.
He already knew how adorable his embarrassed face was.
That look of contempt Shido gave him whenever he didn't wish to see him was the
worst. Awful. Terrible. Didn't like that one at all.
His humiliated face was a really good one, though! Ah, he saw that one so
rarely, but it was brilliant.
His self-satisfied face was...
That one had to be bad, too. It was annoying. So full of himself. That kind of
smile... Even if it was a smile... It wasn't a good one at all.
 
It was a shame no one knew Shido better than he did. But what a privilege it
was.
 
He rode the elevator to Shido's floor. Just him. Kind of nice. Being alone was
a blessing sometimes. It would have been troublesome if he got cornered by a
nosy fan and had to explain what business he had there. Shido told him that
he'd have to think of an excuse for himself, but Akechi didn't wanna bother.
When he stepped out of the elevator, he located the cameras in the hallway.
They were pretty much unavoidable. But the only way camera footage would have
been problematic was if anyone had any suspicion about them to begin with, and
there was no reason for anyone to suspect that they were anything more than
strangers.
Even if they found themselves in hot water in the future, what would those
cameras prove?
That he went to Shido's room?
Scandalous.
Now, if he spent the night screaming and howling erotically, that would have
been sure to spawn a couple trashy tabloid articles. With Shido getting himself
closer and closer to inebriation, it would have been one-two-three to undo his
reputation with an illicit sex scandal... Even just a photo of the aftermath.
So easy.
In some ways, that type of revenge almost sounded better than killing him. If
he found other ways to torment him, he could endlessly enjoy Shido's suffering.
Sadly, Akechi knew that his bloodlust would win out in the end.
 
Once he welcomed himself into Shido's room with a cheerful “I'm home!” to no
one, Akechi immediately shucked his shoes and tossed his jacket and briefcase
on the bed nearest to the door. He really hadn't been kidding about how tired
he was. Standing there, alone, he finally felt the full weight of his
exhaustion press down on him. It took a lot of effort just to keep the smile on
his face, so once he was by himself, it was also discarded.
It was pretty late... He hadn't eaten anything, either...
 
Shido-san wouldn't mind if he helped himself, surely.
 
Akechi grabbed the phone off the bedside table and dialed room service. They
conveniently left a menu there with all of the things they could deliver to the
room. He didn't have the energy to read it, so he asked for a club sandwich. He
figured that had to be on the menu. That was on every menu everywhere. He also
requested a bottle of red wine – the very best they had. He made sure to remind
them of whose room he was calling from.
They could deliver it to the room without knocking. He was going to shower.
 
As he got himself ready, he had to wonder – how much longer was Shido going to
sit at the bar...?
No woman was going to want to spend the night with him if he got himself
shitfaced – but perhaps that was for the best. Akechi made that girl get lost
so he could have that stupid drunk bastard to himself. If he showed up with a
woman... Akechi really didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't have a
gun on him, at least, so that was good.
Why did he even care...?
Shido was his father. The reason he kept fucking him was for his own twisted
entertainment. That was all.
But still. The thought of anyone else getting close to that disaster zone made
him want to scream and tear things apart. He had no idea why he cared so much.
It wasn't like Shido had ever been like a father. It wasn't like Shido was
being unfaithful...
Mm. But that was definitely the problem.
If Shido's everything belonged to him, then it followed that no one else was
allowed to put their paws on him. His talons were already firmly fixed in that
piece of dead meat.
 
He discarded the rest of his clothing, folded them neatly, stepped into the
bathroom, turned on the water.
The sound of the water drowned out his thoughts, but there was an inescapable,
dark feeling that clawed its way up from inside of him. It felt so real, like,
if he just found where it was coming from, he could grab it by the tail and
pull it out. But no matter how he looked at himself, everything was normal.
Maybe he was the only normal thing in the whole world. Maybe everything else
was wrong.
That was such a lonely, pathetic thought, though. He couldn't let himself
believe in something like that. If that were the truth – that there was nothing
that could be saved – then his justice was meaningless, and the fantasies he
had of killing off Shido's terrible self were just evil.
His terrible self...?
As if there were any other.
Killing him was justice itself...
 
While he toweled off, he heard someone in the room. Had to be Shido.
Akechi checked himself in the mirror before heading out. He wasn't a knock-out
babe in heels, nor was he an easily-corruptible, barely legal school girl, but
that was just fine. Ninety percent of his game was personality. He knew what
Shido liked. Even a plain old rock could shine like a diamond if carefully
polished.
He put on one of the robes that were provided and went back out into the room.
As he expected, Shido was there, sitting on the bed... partaking in his
sandwich.
“What do you think you're doing?” Akechi asked.
“I'm helping,” Shido said, looking so amused with himself as he took another
bite. “You don't want to get fat, do you? You need to be careful with your
image.”
Akechi already looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't think a single
sandwich was going to have an effect on his hollow-looking body. But that was
entirely besides the point. Shido was just trying to rile him.
“That's fine,” Akechi said. He came to the bed and stole the half-eaten portion
of the sandwich from Shido's hands. “I can handle the rest from here, thank
you.”
Shido stared at him as he took the tray from the room service cart and sat on
the bed. “And? Who paid for that?” he asked.
“You did,” Akechi said simply, taking a bite from the bitten end of the half he
was holding.
Shido continued to stare, but what was he going to do? Steal it back from him?
Hit a hungry child? He was awful, but he wasn't that awful. There wasn't
anything he could do and he seemed to know it.
“Whatever. The wine's mine.” He got off the bed, rubbing his temples.
Leaning over to the bedside, Akechi grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.
“Yeah. I got that for you,” he said, pretending to have more interest in the
news than the somewhat surprised and skeptical look on Shido's face. Akechi
knew he couldn't turn down a good bottle of wine, even if his money was paying
for it.
“Maybe you really are a good kid.”
Akechi laughed. “What, were you just trying to flatter me earlier? You don't
have to pull my leg, Shido-san. I know you hate my guts.” He set his sandwich
down on the tray so he could yawn loudly into his hand. After he cleared his
eyes, he looked back up at Shido. “I suffer no illusion of innocence. I'm devil
spawn, after all.”
Shido didn't seem to find that funny for some reason.
“Devil, huh...?” He shook his head absently. “Sure. Enjoy your nap, kid.”
He took the whole bottle of wine from the cart and shut himself in the
bathroom. Moments later, Akechi heard the water start.
 
Maybe he said too much. Not like there was any way Shido could've known what he
meant...
 
He didn't care. He didn't have a reason to care.
Just... He didn't want Shido to look at him that way. The look he gave him was
too complicated to describe with words. Whatever it was, it wasn't disgust, and
it didn't seem like he was looking down on him, but there appeared to be some
deeper emotion in him that Akechi had never felt before. It wasn't familiar at
all.
For once, the deep darkness in Shido's eyes looked a little shallow. It made
Akechi feel like he could reach below the surface and grasp whatever that
feeling was. If everything of Shido's belonged to him, then Akechi wanted to
know that feeling for himself... No matter how painful it looked.
 
After that, he didn't feel hungry anymore.
He still felt tired, but he didn't know if he wanted to stay anymore, either,
but it seemed unwise to bait the lion and then leave him hungry. That was also
on the list of things Shido Masayoshi disliked; cock teases.
The news was boring.
So was everything.
 
Without even noticing, he fell asleep.
 
Sometime later, after the lights and TV had been turned off, as he was deep in
a vague dream, Akechi became aware of someone else. It was just Shido, he
figured. He felt his hands untying his robe, and his stomach did an excited
little flip. He wanted to open his eyes, but his body felt numb and as heavy as
a brick.
He felt helpless. Which was perfect.
He kept dipping into unconsciousness, sliding back into a dream that felt
indistinguishable from reality. In his dream, Shido held him and muttered
things in his ear, and, though Akechi couldn't remember a single word, the
things he said put a pleasant, dreamy smile on his face.
The dream continued, and he didn't regain his consciousness until he noticed
that Shido was already inside of him. He may as well have been living in the
dream for as similar as they were, except Akechi could smell the alcohol on his
breath. For Shido – especially drunk Shido – he was being unusually
considerate, at least. It felt like he actually used lubricant. Akechi was
surprised that he maintained the foresight – let alone the dexterity – to
bother with that.
Shido was a large man. All muscle. Akechi felt his weight pressing down on him,
trapping him on the bed. A small, helpless moan escaped Akechi's lips as he
felt Shido's hips connect with his. For a second, hearing the sound he made,
Shido stopped and Akechi began to nervously wonder if he realized that he was
awake. He lured him into that exact situation, but he knew that Shido wouldn't
enjoy it anymore if he got the feeling that he wasn't the one with total
control.
Akechi stayed still. It was fine if his breathing looked a little uneven, chest
rising and falling erotically. He wanted to entice him. He wanted to provoke
him. He wanted the lion to swallow him whole.
Even if it were like that, in such an undignified way, he wanted Shido to stake
claim of him. For just a moment. In the most disgusting and visceral of ways.
That way, when he inevitably brought Shido to his end, he could feel assured
that his desire to own him had been mutual.
He was wanted.
He, a piece of trash, was wanted by that fantastically despicable man.
For the happiness of that knowledge, he was willing to suffer any pain. It made
it all seem worth it, somehow. Even though Shido was the cause of it all, as
long as he took responsibility for the mistake he'd made, Akechi was willing to
forgive him for giving him life.
The world was cruel, though. He doubted that Shido would ever say to him the
sorts of things he longed to hear. So those moments had to suffice. They were
all he had; his gift to himself.
Shido's movements were sloppy. There was no sense of rhythm or technique, but
Akechi wouldn't have expected that much from him while he was drunk. He kind of
liked the erratic nature of his movements – how rushed and frantic and uneven
they were. Shido was moving just to seek his own pleasure, but that in itself
was the source of Akechi's pleasure. Being dominated and used so thoroughly...
As long as he could hear Shido's hungry groans, he felt like he had worth. Even
his thin, fragile body was capable of pleasing his father.
He really wanted to look at him... He could imagine the way Shido looked; eyes
half-lidded and intoxicated, his face flushed all the way down to his neck, his
chest damp with sweat, the powerful muscles in his arms flexing as he held his
legs open...
The hand holding up one of his knees suddenly disappeared, leaving Akechi to
make the split-second decision to ragdoll and pretend like he didn't have the
strength to hold it up on his own. He was completely thrown for a loop when he
felt that hand on his stomach. Shido stopped moving and stayed still and his
hand remained there on Akechi's lower belly.
That spot was sensitive. Akechi's toes curled anxiously, and he tried to move
his hips slightly to encourage Shido to keep going, but he just stayed there,
frozen.
The heck was he doing...?
Akechi cracked an eye open curiously, praying that Shido wouldn't notice.
 
There was a grave look on his face.
 
Akechi didn't know if he'd noticed, but he suddenly found himself with both of
Shido's hands wrapped around his neck in the following second. Even drunk,
there was no way Shido could have expected him to sleep through that, so Akechi
dropped the act. He put his hands around Shido's and clawed at them, digging
his nails through his skin, trying to get him to let go, but it was like he
didn't even feel it. Shido's grip remained firm and seemed to only become
tighter as he used his strength to press him down into the bed.
Akechi kicked his legs and tossed his arms, but it was all pointless against
someone as strong as him.
 
He was going to die...?
 
He wanted to be swallowed whole by him – painlessly – not torn apart.
He didn't want that...
He didn't want that. He didn't want that. He didn't want that. He didn't want
that. He didn't want that. He didn't want that. He didn't want that. He didn't
want that. He didn't want that. He didn't want that at all.
 
“I didn't want this!” Shido shouted.
 
Shido's hands suddenly left him, his fists thrown powerlessly into the pillows
beside Akechi's head. As soon as he was released, Akechi drew in a gasping,
sobbing breath and just laid there as still as he could make himself while his
body shook uncontrollably.
“This is your own goddamn fault, you slut... I didn't want this...”
Shido pulled out of him and sat back on his knees, holding a hand to his face
as if in shame.
That was a new look.
Akechi had never seen that one before, either.
But he didn't like it. Somehow, it scared him.
 
“Sh-... Shido-san...?”
 
Shido sniffled.
He was crying? Him? That Shido?
 
“Akechi-kun...?”
 
When he took his hand away from his face and looked at him, it was like Shido
only just realized that Akechi was there, like he just realized that he'd been
there that whole time, that he was the one he'd been fucking. His face darkened
with horror and he immediately covered his mouth and fled from the bed. He
tripped all over himself on the way to the bathroom and barely made it in time
before Akechi heard the pleasant sound of him losing everything he drank.
In the meantime, Akechi sat up slowly and cursed his body for the way his limbs
continued to shake. He knew that Shido wasn't going to explain what made him
suddenly turn on him, but Akechi was consumed with curiosity.
 
He placed a hand over his stomach...
 
Removing his open robe, he got off the bed with trembling legs and walked to
the bathroom. That proud lion looked absolutely miserable when he was sitting
naked on the bathroom floor, hunched over the toilet. That wasn't the person
Akechi wanted to kill. That was just his pathetic old man.
Reluctantly, he looked up at his reflection in the mirror over the sink and
winced at the sight of himself. He turned on the faucet and scrubbed his face
and cleaned up the mess between his thighs, but marks from Shido's fingers
still remained on his skin. At times, he secretly enjoyed the marks given to
him that went unseen, but ones that were in plain sight were no good.
That wasn't what he planned... He knew the risk he was taking, but...
“Goddammit. Who did you think I was?”
He turned toward Shido and looked down at him.
Shido looked up at him, his face pale and a little green, his glasses askew.
Even if he'd heard the question, he didn't look like he was in any condition to
answer. A second later, he swayed unsteadily and nearly hit his head on the
bath when he passed out.
The wine bottle was sitting there next to the toilet with a significant amount
missing from it. Akechi was willing to blame himself for that. He should've
known better than to trust an alcoholic to know when enough was enough. He just
wanted him to go wild, not lose his damn mind.
Those things Shido said in the heat of the moment... They felt too familiar.
As if life were unfair to a person like him...
With that kind of arrogant attitude, there was no hope of him ever taking
responsibility for his actions.
 
“What slut were you talking about, huh?!”
 
Akechi threw his bare heel into Shido's stomach. Nothing but time was going to
be enough to pull him out of his drunken stupor. He just rolled over, groaning
pitifully, and coughed up bile.
“Dammit... I guess I have to be the adult here.”
Shaking his head, Akechi grabbed Shido's wrists and dragged him out of the
bathroom. He shouldn't have been surprised by how heavy he was, considering how
impossible it had been to get him off of him when he was getting strangled by
him. A little at a time, stopping for breaks, knees still shaking, Akechi
pulled him into the bedroom and finally managed to hoist him onto the bed.
It was too much work to get him under the sheets, so he left him as he was. He
just removed his glasses for him and set them next to the bed.
Covering himself with the robe he'd taken off, Akechi laid down next to him and
turned onto his side to face him. When he was asleep, Shido looked harmless. It
would've been simple to end it all right there. Akechi knew how to make it
quick for both of them. But still, he chose the path that would hurt the most.
It was what they needed.
Moving himself a little closer, he placed his lips against the unconscious
Shido's mouth.
Gently, he touched his cheek.
“I didn't want things to be this way, either. But don't worry, Shido-san.”
Akechi smiled dreamily. “I'll fix everything. Only I know how.”
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