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The oppressive atmosphere of Mementos has his blood pumping hard through his veins already, gearing up for a fight, maybe as a reflex honed through years of practice, maybe just because it’s the effect this place has on people. But he has no intention of fighting today. Not like that, anyway.
Joker stands across from him, stares back at him with eager eyes, and the faintest hint of a smile that the shadow cast by his mask can’t quite hide. Akechi is going to wipe that smug look right off his face. He’d quite like to punch it off, but what he has in mind is going to be so much more satisfying. So much more devastating and humiliating for Kurusu.
“Do you know why I brought you down here, Joker?”
“I don’t.” The glint in his eyes almost makes Akechi falter. Almost makes it seem like he’s lying. It’s not as if it matters either way. Kurusu can act cocky and confident all he wants - Akechi is still going to claim him for himself, still going to have him begging and pleading for mercy as he fucks him brutally, going to leave a mark he won’t be able to erase for what remains of his short life.
“Well. I think it’s about time we established something.” Akechi steps forward, staring him down like the predator he is, undeterred by the way Kurusu still doesn’t show any hint of fear. He certainly will in a moment. “You like to think you’re so strong and powerful with your little band of thieves, don’t you?” He knows the mask is slipping, knows he’s not supposed to talk like this, that he should stay pleasant and polite, but Kurusu just drives him fucking insane, thinking he’s better than him, and he’s had enough. “You seem to have forgotten your place. As much as you like to pretend, you can’t change the fact that you’re still an Omega. And I’m going to remind you of that.”
“Is that so?” Kurusu just tilts his head inquisitively, as if the threat is meaningless to him. It’s absolutely infuriating. It’s bad enough that Kurusu seems to think he can defy the role he’s been given in life, thinks he can be a leader, be powerful in ways Omegas simply don’t get to be - but he acts as if the established social hierarchy means nothing to him. He’s completely unafraid of Alphas. He challenges Akechi over and over, pokes at his weak spots like it’s just a game to him, like he doesn’t even care about the consequences, and it’s not fair, it’s not fair because he’s the Alpha here, because he’s special, and it’s the only reason he's managed to get to where he is, managed to gain Shido’s trust and become more than an abandoned, unwanted child.
And he’s so done with Kurusu’s bullshit. He’s going to make him pay for his arrogance. Akechi doesn’t care if he hurts him, if he destroys him - no, he wants to, wants to have Kurusu crying underneath him and begging him to stop. He grabs Kurusu by the shoulder, reaches under the collar of his shirt to rip off the patch covering his scent glands as fast as possible before he has any chance to stop him, needing his scent to kick his animal instincts into gear and let them take over, and-
It hits him like a bullet train. Kurusu’s scent is- it’s absolutely overwhelming. Overpowering. It’s not the usual rush of strength and arousal he gets when he smells a compatible Omega - it’s so much more than that. It feels like it’s flooding all his senses, taking control of him. It has his legs shaking and his knees weak, only managing to keep himself upright because he’s still holding onto Kurusu’s shoulder. This can’t be normal, this isn’t normal, Omegas don’t smell like-
Oh. Fuck.
It all makes sense now.
He doesn’t know why Kurusu would possibly want to fake being an Omega - to declare himself to the world as weak and helpless. That part doesn’t make sense, not in the slightest. If he didn’t want the power and responsibility that came with being an Alpha, he could easily have pretended to be a Beta instead, blended into the crowd. This is just nonsensical - to allow others to see him as weak, inferior - why would anyone want that?
But then again, Kurusu has always managed to perplex him, catch him off-guard. Maybe he should have expected this.
Before he can steady himself, Kurusu uses his momentary weakness to his advantage, and Akechi finds himself pressed face down against the floor before his slowed mind even registers that he’s falling.
“Are you surprised?” Kurusu whispers in his ear, chest pressed against his back, sitting firm against Akechi’s hips even as he tries to struggle and push him off. “You really thought you were going to get the best of me?” He reaches behind him and grabs a handful of black hair, tugging hard, but all it does is cause Kurusu to moan, low and soft and right in his ear and fuck, he’s getting hard, and he can’t, he can’t let it look like he’s enjoying this, can’t let Kurusu win.
“Get off of me.” He tries to twist his body round, tries to grab at Kurusu again, but all it does is result in his hands being pinned down above his head in a firm grip. He struggles against it with everything he has, but Kurusu is strong, stronger than most Alphas, overpowering him completely even though Akechi is an Alpha too, with far more experience fighting than he has. This should be easy, but Kurusu’s scent is still flooding his senses and doing strange things to his body that don’t make any sense. Alphas are designed to fight, designed to compete with each other for victory - and so much of his rivalry with Kurusu makes more sense with that context - but while the scent of another Alpha should be making him stronger, causing his instincts to prepare him for a fight, instead he can feel the strength draining out of him with every breath he takes.
“I don’t think I will.” Kurusu tightens his grip. “You wanted to take advantage of someone weaker than you?” It would sound angry, but his tone is breathy and soft, like this is dirty talk to him. “That’s sick, Crow. But lucky for you, I’m just as bad.” He grinds himself against Akechi’s ass as he says it, and he can feel how hard Kurusu is, can feel the swell of his huge Alpha cock even through his clothes.
“Don’t you dare,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “I’ll- I’ll kill you.” He’s not even thinking as he says it. Any thoughts of his polite good boy persona are long gone, with the rush of adrenaline and increasing panic, nothing in his head but the need to escape, to get away. He feels the same way he imagines an Omega being cornered by an Alpha must.
“You can try, but I’m still going to fuck you either way. I’ve waited far too long for this.” Kurusu keeps grinding against him at a steady pace, forcing him further against the dirt floor.
Akechi doesn’t feel fear anymore. Not really. He’s been in numerous life-or-death situations, has talked his way out of severe danger with fake honeyed words and fought shadows far stronger than him, never giving up even on the brink of death with his vision blurring and his limbs threatening to give out. But this, this has him panicking, trying desperately to kick out at Kurusu with his trapped legs, struggling uselessly even though he knows it’s futile.
He doesn’t want this. He can’t let Kurusu do this. He’s the one in charge. It’s always been that way, it’s always supposed to be that way, to just lay here and let himself be claimed like an Omega is inconceivable. It goes against all his instincts, his biology. It’s unnatural. Wrong. He’s afraid. He’s terrified. And yet he can feel his cock hardening with every movement Kurusu makes above him, every drag of his clothed erection against Akechi’s ass. He can still smell his scent in the air, and even as his heart races with fear, there’s something calming about it. It’s making him docile, weak, stupid.
He’s afraid that Kurusu is going to try and fuck him, but more than that, he’s afraid of how his body is going to respond to it. He's afraid that he might like it.
“You don’t want this,” he tries, though he’s sure attempting to talk his way out of this won’t work, it’s the only option he has left. “I give up, okay? You win.” Even now, he has to force the words out, swallow down his wounded pride. “It won’t feel as good as with an Omega anyway. You don’t want me. You made your point, so now we can leave and pretend this never happened.”
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, Goro.” The way Kurusu croons his name makes him stop breathing for a moment. “I want you. I don’t care whether you’re an Alpha or an Omega. I want you just because you’re you.”
He hates the way his heart flutters inside his chest for just a moment. No, he doesn’t want this, doesn’t want to feel this way, it doesn’t matter if Kurusu says shit like that as if he really means it, Akechi doesn’t want to be wanted by him. He doesn’t need him. Doesn’t need anyone. He’s going to kill Kurusu in a couple of weeks anyway. He won’t let himself be manipulated. He won’t.
Kurusu moves behind him, and he feels a sharp tug at the waistband of his pants, but Kurusu can’t undress him properly without moving from where he’s sitting on his legs, so Akechi waits for the right moment when the pressure lets up just slightly, and twists himself out from under Kurusu, kicking out at his face, scrambling across the dirt floor to escape from his clutches. He doesn’t get far before his arm is yanked backwards, twisted behind his back so far that it feels like his shoulder is going to dislocate. It hurts like hell and he can’t help but cry out, scream in pain as if there’s anyone down here to hear him besides shadows who would tear him to pieces with the vulnerable state he’s in.
“If you stop struggling, I won’t have to hurt you. Or maybe you want me to? I don’t mind if you’re into that.” He twists Akechi’s arm harder, and it takes everything he has to try and blink back the tears forming in his eyes, stifle the sob that threatens to escape him.
“You’re fucked up.” He manages to choke out, his voice wavering and unsteady.
“Maybe. But you’re the one who made me this way.” Kurusu tugs his pants down to his ankles, leaving him exposed. “I just wanted you to let me in. Just wanted you to let me love you.”
“You don’t.” He can’t. It’s not possible. Kurusu doesn’t even know him.
He doesn’t say the obvious, that if Kurusu loved him he wouldn’t be forcing himself on him like this. Akechi isn’t that naive. The closest thing to love he’s ever experienced has been fraught with pain, anger, hatred. To love someone is to want to possess them - wholly and completely - and that, he understands perfectly well.
Kurusu makes a sound like a low growl, lifts his hips up off the ground and wraps his arms around Akechi’s body as he leans in and bites down hard on the scent glands at the side of his neck. It hurts, it hurts so badly, and he should be using this moment to try and get away, Kurusu is distracted, he’s barely holding onto him properly, just gently propping him up on his knees and he could easily wriggle out of his grasp, but when he tries to move his body, it’s as if he simply can’t. Like his body is resisting his commands. His muscles feel weak and tired, his head is growing foggy and confused, and the more he breathes through the pain, the more it starts to feel good.
He doesn’t even realise he’s pushing his hips back against Kurusu until he feels the outline of his cock pressed up between his bare cheeks. He almost moans at the feeling of it, so big and hard and swollen all for him. He wants it inside him, wants to take it all even if it hurts, even if it kills him. He wants to stuff it in his mouth and choke on it. Wants Kurusu to fuck him stupid until he can’t think, until there’s nothing in his mind but Kurusu’s cock, until everything else fades away into nothingness.
Akira releases his neck from between his teeth and licks over the bite wound softly. His tongue is warm and wet and so, so soothing, it has Akechi moaning, shivering, tingles running down his spine.
“That’s it. Just relax. Let me show you how much I love you.” Akira smooths his gloved hand across his back, pushing up his shirt, and it feels so incredibly warm and soothing. Akechi can’t remember why he was ever afraid. He hears a belt unbuckling, feels the tip of Akira’s cock press up against his hole, and pushes his hips back instinctively, trying to take it all inside him at once, and whines pitifully when it doesn’t work.
“Shh, calm down, I just need to-” Akechi isn’t listening, incapable of focussing on anything else but how badly he needs Akira inside him right now, he needs it more than anything, needs Akira to fill him up and fuck him hard, come inside him, claim him, breed him. He needs Akira’s knot stretching him open so wide. He pushes back again, and hears Akira gasp in surprise as the tip of his cock slides in smoothly.
“Oh, fuck, Akechi- you’re-” Akechi almost sobs in relief at just how good it feels. He tries to take Akira further inside, but is stopped by a firm hand holding his hips still. “You’re wet. Just like an Omega. You- fuck- you really want this, don’t you?”
“Please,” is all he can manage to get out, his voice echoing strangely in his ears, as if it’s detached from him, belongs to someone else.
Akira takes mercy on him and eases himself further inside slowly, too slowly, and it’s wonderful and torture all at once. He dimly registers the pain of being stretched open too suddenly and too forcefully, but it feels good. Everything feels good. He needs more, needs Akira to fuck him so deep and hard that he can’t breathe. When Akechi feels the swell of Akira’s knot pressed up against his hole, he catches himself halfway through a moan of pleasure, his mind firing off mixed signals in all different directions. He wants it inside him. Doesn’t he? Isn’t this… what he wanted?
“You’re taking me so well,” Akira croons above him, trying to force his knot inside, sending a sharp stab of pain through Akechi’s body. “Especially for an Alpha. You’re so amazing, Goro. So special. I’m so lucky to have you like this.”
He’s… what? What is he doing? He’s an Alpha. Why is he…? Akechi can barely think through the fog inside his head, but the sharp sting of Akira’s cock trying to split him open forces him back to reality abruptly.
“Stop,” he says, less firm than he’d intended it to be. He tries to pull away as he regains some control over his body, but as Kurusu’s cock slips out of him slightly, the friction against his insides is so overwhelmingly good that it leaves him digging his hands into the ground and biting down on his tongue to stop himself from moaning.
“You don’t really want me to stop, do you?” Kurusu grabs hold of his hips tightly again, thrusts all the way back inside in a sudden movement that steals all the air from his lungs. “You love this. You begged me for this.”
“I-” He wants to say that he doesn’t, that he didn’t, but he distinctly remembers the way he’d been just a moment ago, how desperately he’d wanted Kurusu to fuck him, how he’d presented himself to him like some needy Omega. It didn’t make any sense. He’s an Alpha. It’s in his blood, it’s his anatomy, the way he’s been his whole life and always will be. It’s not possible for that to just change. It can’t be. Kurusu biting him shouldn’t have had any effect on him. His body shouldn’t be capable of responding that way.
What did Kurusu do to him? What is he? And why does this still feel so good? Kurusu keeps moving inside him, and despite the way his body tightens up instinctively, despite the way it still burns, it’s like nothing else he’s ever felt before. Alphas aren’t supposed to be fucked like this. They’re definitely not supposed to enjoy it, and yet he is, even though he doesn’t want it, even though he’s panicking and terrified and needs Kurusu off him right now, it feels so good that his instincts are all telling him to relax into it, to just let it happen and keep feeling this good forever.
“Stop,” he protests weakly, but he only half means it this time. Kurusu understands that, because of course he does. Because he’s always been able to see right through Akechi.
“It’s okay. I’m going to make you feel so good. It’s okay, Goro. You don’t have to fight it.”
He wants to. He really does, especially when Kurusu uses his given name as if he has any right to. But he’s so tired of fighting. It’s not doing any good, and he can’t deny that on some level, he really does want this.
A gloved hand wraps around his cock, swollen and achingly hard, his body denying his own wishes. Kurusu strokes him so perfectly, keeps thrusting into him over and over, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body every time, and when he wraps that hand around the base of his cock, massages his knot hard as if he’s trying to crush it, it’s all far too much. Akechi is coming before his brain can even catch up and realise what’s happening. His orgasm is forced out of him, powerful and almost painful in its intensity, and he can’t do anything but tremble through it and clench his jaw tightly shut to keep himself from making any embarrassing sounds.
“Good boy,” Kurusu murmurs softly, not letting up at all with the pressure he’s putting on Akechi’s still swollen knot, quickly bringing him to the edge of a second orgasm. “But I think you can do even better.”
Kurusu lets go suddenly, wrapping his arms around Akechi’s waist and hauling him upwards, back pressed against Kurusu’s chest. He’s too weak to resist, to fight back, even if he had wanted to - and his desire to fight only grows weaker now that he’s even closer to Kurusu, can smell him, his scent dominant and lustful and mixed with something that’s so distinctly him it makes Akechi’s chest ache. The changed angle causes Kurusu’s cock to press up against a spot inside him that has him moaning out loud, vision blurring as pleasure overwhelms him.
“You can come on my cock like a real Omega, can’t you?” Kurusu nips at the side of his neck, right over the wound where he was bitten before, and it fills him with a rush of hazy, blinding pleasure, as Kurusu keeps thrusting into him, hitting the same spot over and over. Akechi feels like he might die if it doesn’t stop. He feels like he might die if it does.
“I- ca-can’t, Kurusu- I’m not- fuck-”
“Akira,” he corrects, and it’s all the permission Akechi needs to give in completely, give in to his incomprehensible instinct to let Akira possess him, to let Akira claim him, mark him, fuck him until he can’t think anymore. It feels good. It feels right. He doesn’t know why he ever cared so much about clinging to his identity as an Alpha anyway.
“Akira,” Akechi says deliriously. “Akira, Akira,” he says it like it’s a compulsion, like he can’t say anything else, any other words gone from his mind.
“Good.” Akira gives him another long drag of his tongue over the bite wound, before pounding into him with such ferocity that Akechi thinks he would collapse completely if it weren’t for Akira holding him up. He can’t do anything but cry out on every thrust, loud and desperate, as his body goes limp, submits to Akira, submits to the waves of pleasure being forced on him and even though it seems impossible, even though it should be impossible for an Alpha, it takes no time at all before he’s coming again, his aching cock left untouched as it shoots thin stripes of cum onto the ground in front of him.
He feels Akira shudder behind him but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down and Akechi can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but take it. Doesn’t want to do anything but take it.
“You want me to come inside you?” Akira pants breathlessly in his ear. “Want me to make you into a real Omega? I could fuck you like this over and over until your body changes to fit mine. Would you like that, Goro?”
All he can do is nod dumbly, because he would, god, he wants it so much. He wants to be Akira’s forever. Wants Akira to be his Alpha, to fuck him again and again, try to breed him repeatedly, as futile as it may seem, until one day it finally takes. Then he’ll be perfect for Akira. They’ll match each other so wonderfully. It’s all he’s ever wanted, to be wanted, needed so badly that Akira has to possess him. To own him in his entirety like he’s nothing more than an object.
Akira keeps fucking him so perfectly, and he’s completely lost in it. The feeling of Akira hitting him just right over and over, the burning friction of his huge cock, the arms wrapped protectively around his waist, the scent that floods all his senses and has him opening his mouth to gasp in air so he can try to taste it, fill himself with it completely.
“I'm gonna breed you,” Akira’s voice is strained with arousal and Akechi can’t help but whimper at the sound of it. “Gonna fill you up with my knot and make you feel so good, Goro.”
Akira pushes himself further in at the same time that Akechi pushes back, feeling himself stretch impossibly wide around Akira’s cock, and it doesn’t feel like it can possibly fit but he needs it to, it has to work. He can feel his hole dripping slick around Akira’s cock, wet and loose and desperate for it, his body adapting to his and Akira’s combined wills until finally, with one last push, it pops inside.
The pressure is immense, deep pain and mind-bending pleasure, and he feels himself squeeze down around it, hears Akira moan, and it’s all it takes for him to come for a third time, his orgasm pulsing through his entire body in powerful waves, shaking him to the core, making his ears ring and his vision blur and he feels Akira coming deep inside him, pumping him full of cum, and he cries out so loud it feels like it's tearing his throat out. It feels like he's breaking, and between the pleasure and pain and the sensation of Akira's cock pulsing repeatedly, his orgasm seemingly endless, it's enough to overload his body completely.
When Akechi wakes up, it’s with Akira’s arms wrapped tightly around him, holding him against his chest. He stirs and shifts as he comes back to consciousness, but Akira doesn’t let him go anywhere, stroking a hand through his hair comfortingly. He can still feel Akira inside him, can feel the slight swell of his knot as it slowly goes down.
“Shh, you’re okay, I’ve got you.”
If he’d been able to think at all while Akira was fucking him, he might have thought that he’d be hit with terror and panic once it was over, once the realisation of what had happened settled in. The realisation that he’d been tainted, had let himself be claimed by another Alpha, that he’d been marked, mated, that his biology might have been permanently altered. But somehow, all he feels is a sense of calm resignation. Akira’s pheromones soothe him, willing him to relax into his embrace.
A few moments pass like that before Akira speaks.
“I know what you’re planning to do. That you’re going to kill me.”
Akechi goes stiff. He can practically feel the gears turning inside his sluggish mind, the panic beginning to build as he tries to process the statement.
“Let me finish,” Akira continues. “I don’t blame you. I don't hate you. I just want to know who you’re working for.”
Akechi takes a deep breath. Thinks about his options. If he goes back to Shido like this now, he’ll undoubtedly be able to smell it on him, the way he was overpowered and fucked by another Alpha, robbed of the social status being an Alpha gave him. Shido wouldn’t ever want to work with someone damaged like that. He’ll lose all that trust he’s spent so long trying to build. If he tells Akira, everyone he’s killed will have all died for nothing, but even if he doesn't, there's no chance he can get his revenge now. It was still all for nothing, after all.
And if he tells Akira, maybe Akechi can save him, keep him away from Shido's men long enough that he can stay alive. The thought has his heart swelling with warmth, a protective urge to make sure the one he has been bonded to doesn’t come to any harm.
“Masayoshi Shido,” he blurts out before he can overthink it any further. “His palace is at the Diet building. The keyword is ‘ship’.”
“Okay,” Akira whispers softly into his hair, stroking gently across his lower back. “Thank you. And, I’m sorry. If you want to, you can come with me, and I’ll let you decide how we deal with him. But-” Akira’s hand stills, almost like he’s thinking about pulling away. “I’m not going to force you to do anything. Never again. I just couldn't let you destroy yourself like that.” He sounds sad somehow, guilty. It doesn’t make any sense. Akechi deserves far worse than anything Akira could ever do to him. Akechi was going to do far worse to him. Feeling guilt over him is ridiculous.
He doesn’t know what to say. So he wraps his own arms around Akira in return, buries his face further into Akira’s chest, squeezes tight and lets himself be held until it feels like he might be crushed under the pressure. It hurts, knowing that he doesn't deserve such affection, it hurts far more than being held down and fucked against his will. But despite that, he wants to stay here forever. He doesn’t want to go back out to the real world, doesn’t want to face the reality where he’s committed unforgivable sins, where he has to go back to being treated the same way he was as a kid, before his body developed and gave him a taste of the power he’d always craved. An Alpha who lets themselves be claimed by another Alpha is lower than even an Omega. He’d be ridiculed, cast aside by his supposedly adoring fans in an instant.
Cast aside by his father, whose words of praise still sit in his memory like precious jewels he keeps locked away and safe. He'll be cast aside for the second time. He's never needed Shido’s approval, never needed anything from him but for him to pay for his actions, but…
He hadn’t wanted it to turn out like this.
“I want to go with you,” he decides. “I want to stay with you.” It’s a tentative, hopeful proposal that he half-expects Akira to either misunderstand or to shoot down instantly, mocking Akechi for ever believing Akira might actually want him for more than a quick fuck to assert his dominance over him. For believing their bond could be anything more than a biological quirk that should never have been allowed to happen in the first place. He might have talked about love in the moment, but Alphas said a lot of things when they were under the influence of their instincts.
But Akira understands, like he always does.
“Nothing would make me happier.” He sighs softly, holds Akechi close again, not in a crushingly tight embrace, but something softer. Something that doesn’t hurt. “My Goro.”
My Alpha, he responds inside his head. My Akira.