within-only-shadows

[within-only-shadows]

"Such a good boy," Takumi moaned as Eito bounced on him like his life depended on it, "Augh... yes..."

He didn't even have to do much and he was getting hard all over again. His nails were digging hard into Eito's thighs, his chest heaving with each quick intake. Every scratch against him felt like fire, and it was amazing.

"You... hah... Want more...?" he smirked. He pulled his nails out of Eito's thighs and grabbed at his side, his stomach, instead. Grabbing, rubbing, clawing, giving Eito everything he begged for. "Such a good, good boy," he moaned again, "Fuck, yes, come for me, Eito~"

On command, Eito climaxed, squeezing his dick, desperate to milk him dry. And Takumi was more than happy to oblige. His hands shifted back to Eito's hips, guiding Eito to move through his orgasm. A few more thrusts and Takumi came, filling his partner once more.

Maybe some of that potion made it into his system, because he was still wanting more. He definitely needed a small break to recharge before they continued, however, so he ordered Eito to lay back down on the bed and wait for him. Takumi then removed the used condom off of his dick and tossed his off the bed. As he was grabbing a new one, he remembered one of the items he hadn't grabbed earlier, and it sparked a wonderful idea in his mind.

Slowly, he crawled off his bed and groped around under his mattress for the item in question. It didn't take long for him to find it. A beautiful white collar with a special discrete lock that only he could open. A smirk formed on Takumi's face.

As he climbed back onto the bed, his foot bumped the still running vibrator. He had nearly forgotten about that. He did say to himself he was going to use it again.

"Hah... Alright, Eito," he said, staring down his partner, "One more round... This time, you're gonna wear this, understand?" He lifted up the collar, then carefully slid it around Eito's neck. The lock softly clicked in place. "There we go~" Takumi smiled, running his hand down Eito's cheek, "Now, you're going to be a good pet, right? You're mine, all mine~ Isn't that right?"

He climbed off of Eito and maneuvered him around, forcing him on all fours. He slid the new condom on his dick and grabbed the vibrator. They were in a different position, so he had to play around to find the good spot again. He ran the toy up and down Eito's pussy as he pumped himself, working the both of them back up once more.

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

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A possessive growl vibrated in the back of Takumi's throat.

One hand went straight to the nape of Eito's neck, the other went to Eito's back. With the quick encouragement, Takumi didn't waste any time plowing into his delicious partner. His hand clawed at Eito's back as he chased that pleasurable feeling in the pit of his stomach, every touch, every movement, everything needing more and more and

He shifted slightly, trying to get deeper inside. He must've hit that sweet spot, because Eito was howling, forcing the two of them even closer still. Takumi went straight for that spot over and over, slamming into it with every chance he got. Every noise brought a tug to Eito's hair, encouraging more, every movement was met with another firm scrape down the back. Their kisses were sloppy at best, but neither of them cared. They weren't perfect. They weren't trying to be.

He could feel himself getting close. His hips were stuttering, his toes curling. His panting growing heavier with every second.

"Fuck- aaah, so good, so good, Eitoo~~" he cried, chasing the coiled spring until it finally popped, filling his partner heavily. As his body started to settle down, he could feel Eito underneath him squirm, begging for more.

Takumi smirked. How could he say no?

He slowly pulled out, letting out a long sigh as he forced himself to leave the warm, delicious hole. He tossed aside the now used condom and slipped on a new one. He looked down at Eito, who was still clearly hot and bothered, not ready to finish anytime soon.

An idea formed in his mind.

"Up," he commanded, then he slid under Eito, laying on his back. He helped the teen position himself to straddle Takumi's hips, then let gravity slide him down onto Takumi's length. His nails dug into Eito's thighs as his dick was encased once more.

"Dance for me," he cooed.

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

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Watching Eito ride out an orgasm sparked something in Takumi. Something animalistic. The noises, the movement.

Takumi wanted it all.

Reluctantly, Takumi took his fingers out of Eito's hole. He licked up all the fluids that covered his hand, then switched it with the hand that held the toy. Takumi shifted himself, crawling over Eito so he was positioned overtop of him. He leaned down and went straight for Eito's throat, licking and kissing and biting every part that he could get his mouth on. He needed to leave marks. Show the world that this was his to do with as he wished.

Mine mine mine mi ne m i n e

As his mouth worked, his free hand roamed freely across Eito's body, scratching and pinching wherever and whenever he wanted. Every little noise Eito would make enticed him to do more, feel more, give more more more-

Takumi's hips were desperate for attention, friction, anything. He reluctantly slid his free hand off of Eito and felt around the bed, desperate to find what he was looking for. It took longer than he would've wanted, but eventually he managed to get his hands on the box of condoms that was tossed onto the bed earlier.

"I- fuck, I can't wait any longer..." he groaned as he pulled himself up, setting the vibrator aside. He didn't even bother to turn the device off; he planned on using it soon. He then opened one of the packets and slid the condom on his throbbing dick, giving it a couple of pumps for good measure. He knew if he didn't stop himself now, he wouldn't be able to stop later. He wanted to go all the way, and this was his best chance to do so.

"Augh... with that aphrodisiac in you... you're probably way more... fuck- more pliant down there..." he said as he lined himself up, "You certainly seemed that way when I shoved my fingers inside you..."

He started off slow, watching Eito for any indication of pain that wasn't good. No, he didn't want Eito in bad pain. Only good pain. Wanted to feel good. This was for feeling good. He kept pushing pushing pushing until he was completely bottomed out, letting out a long moan as he did so. He lowered his top half over Eito, looming over the silver haired teen like a vulture about to dive down on his prey.

Takumi was going to eat Eito alive.

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

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Holy shit.

Takumi's eyes widened as Eito touched himself, completely ignoring all the toys and other sex items that were still on the bed. Part of him wanted to keep watching, enthralled by everything he was baring witness to. The other part of him demanded to climb on top of Eito and rail him for all he was worth.

His eyes caught sight of the long vibrator next to Eito's head.

Takumi's grin turned feral.

Like a snake, Takumi slithered onto the bed, sliding himself between Eito's thighs. He pulled Eito's hands away, ignoring the whines and protests.

"Uh uh uh~" he teased, "I think we can do better than some boring fingers~" He reached over Eito, grabbing the lube and the vibrator. The lube was a little cold, but that was fine. It would warm up quickly. He rubbed it all over the toy before turning it on.

"I'm very confident you've never used one of these before," he explained, sliding it down Eito's crotch, "But, surely this feels so much better?" He slid it up and down, watching Eito's expressions, looking for the sweet spot. While he did that, he slid a finger inside Eito, then a second finger. He worked them around, scissoring them, opening Eito up more and more.

"God, you're so tight," he moaned, "I can tell with just my fingers that you've never put anything up there, have you?"

Not that he was any better. He's never had sex before- well, he has received once or twice, but never been the pitcher. The idea of pitching excited him heavily. But first, prep work. Had to make sure Eito could properly handle him. If he ripped Eito, then they wouldn't be able to continue, and that would drive him insane.

He wished he had more hands. He wanted to touch Eito in other places. He wanted to touch himself. His dick throbbed, hard and untouched since this all started. He'll get to it eventually. Right now, he had to work on spreading Eito out more.

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

[within-only-shadows]

Takumi was relishing in the attention. He led Eito's hands under his shirt, guiding him to touch Takumi's body more directly. He leaned closer into his partner, exploring every bit of Eito's mouth with his tongue.

God, his Eito was delicious.

Takumi moaned happily at all the noises Eito was making. Music to his ears. He shifted his position, locking their hips together before giving an experimental grind. Then another. Long and slow, drag it out. Takumi couldn't help but moan into Eito's mouth at the friction. He was already so hard, and he wasn't even the one with the potion in his system.

Running out of air, Takumi, reluctantly, broke their kiss apart. Both of them were panting in each other's air, a long line of saliva connecting their tongues together. Eito was completely red, his eyes dazed and wanting.

Fuck. He was so hot.

Fuck these clothes. They need to come off. Now.

Takumi took no time tearing off both of their clothes, growling angrily as if they personally offended him. Took his boxers off. Took Eito's binder off. All of it. The cool air nipped at his skin for a moment, but the heat radiating off of Eito's body was enough to keep him warm. Without a seconds delay, he dove straight back to Eito's lips, licking up every surface like he was parched in the middle of the desert. Nails raked across Eito's sides. Hands grabbed at his chest. Touching everywhere and everything at once.

He couldn't last much longer like this.

"Bed," he growled, once he broke apart their makeout session once more, "Now."

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

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Takumi's smile grew more wild as Eito spun the glasses around, and even more so when he finally took a sip. Yes yes!! Finally!

"Yeah, I guess I am. Well, my turn~" he declared, and grabbed the opposite drink. He took a sip, making a show of it as he sucked the liquid into his mouth.

He made his way over to Eito's side as he did this, watching Eito's epression darken in panic and fear. Was the potion kicking in? What was he so frightened about?

He supposed it wouldn't matter in a second. Takumi climbed onto Eito's lap after setting his drink down and forced their lips together. He quickly forced Eito's mouth open and shoved all the liquid inside. He waited until he knew for sure Eito had swallowed before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

"I'm always lucky," he said happily, "After all, I couldn't lose this game~"

He didn't wait for a reply; Takumi immediately went back to Eito's lips, his arms slithering around Eito's neck as he leaned closer and closer onto the other teen. He didn't need a love potion, no no, he already loved Eito and his delicious body. How it shivered at every contact, how warm he felt, everything about him was so tantalizing~!

Remembering last time, Takumi was quick to slip his fingers into the nape of Eito's hair. He gave little tugs here and there, working him into the feeling slowly.

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

[within-only-shadows]

Takumi scowled. He wanted to bite Eito's fingers off for looking so smug. The bastard.

He kept his mouth shut, however, as Eito sat down and explained his rules. He listened carefully, taking in every word. These were all acceptable rules. He even came prepared with everything he needed. Honestly, this was more than what he was expecting- he figured Eito wouldn't let him insert himself into him at all period. A thrum of excitement surged through Takumi's chest. He would get to run wild with his Eito. Make him feel good. Finally get what he was craving this whole time.

Takumi's pants were growing tighter by the second.

The red haired teen slowly fell to the floor and rolled onto his stomach, sliding his front half under his bed. He was serious about the toys from earlier- he didn't know what Eito would like, so he grabbed a whole bunch of stuff to try out. For now, he pulled out some basic vibrators, a strap on, a bottle of lube, and a box of condoms. He slid back out from under the bed and dramatically tossed everything onto the bed, staring at Eito as he did so.

"Let's play~" he replied with a satisfied smirk on his face.

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

[within-only-shadows]

As the water hit his face, Takumi immediately snapped out of his trance with a sort of hiss. His hands went straight to covering his face from the oncoming assault, desperately trying to protect himself from the wet feeling coating his skin, seeping into his scratches.

When Eito finally stopped, Takumi wiped off his face with his sleeves. He glared up at his attacker- of course it was Eito. Who the hell else would do such a stupid thing to him?

Well, depending on the circumstances-

No, no, this was clearly Eito in front of him.

Wait, why was Eito here again?

[potions potions!!!]

The truth and love potions, idiot.

Oh, right.

Wait, did he hear any of what Takumi said earlier?

[hard to say couldn't tell if it was him or not]

maybe he didn't and we still have the element of surprise!!!

That gave him a little bit of a confidence boost. If Eito wasn't around when he admitted about the drinks, then it was still possible to play the game! His glare quickly gave way to excitement. Yes, yes, this could still work!

"So," he said, staring up at Eito, "You done spraying me? Are we gonna finally play the game?"

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

[within-only-shadows]

Being allowed to get close to Eito was one thing. Takumi wasn't expecting anything else out of it. Being able to grasp onto something that wasn't himself or ANYTHING in his god forsaken room was nice.

But the hug.

Something shifted in Takumi's head.

This. This wasn't Eito with him. Of course not, Eito wouldn't willingly physically touch him like this. This had to be another hallucination, someone else where Eito stood. And they were safe.

Safe safe safe

"I... I don't know..." he answered, burying his face in their chest, "Loud... at night... hard to... sleep..."

[we don't need sleep anyway]

Sleep is good for the body

[Who cares we die over and over anyway-]

"They- they were quiet, that morning," he whispered, "with Eito... Like... I could think... and I... I was happy...

"I think... he was happy, too... and... and I... I wanted that again..." he continued, "I- I found a bunch of stuff in the Gift-o-matic, cleaned all of it, e-even found a- a strap-on... Thought he would... like trying it out..."

Honestly, hacking into the gift-o-matic was easier than it should've been. It was obvious there were other items in there, with the ball gag simply teasing at the assortment. Yugamu showed him how to do it, in a previous loop. Takumi ended up taking a lot of basic stuff with him back to his room, not confident enough to try any of the more... extreme options.

"I-I'm sorry, I- I shouldn't have- have tricked Eito..." he sobbed, "I-I lied... about the- the cups...! They both- both had the vials in them and I- I just wanted to- to make him feel good...! I didn't want to hurt him...!"

[wow way to spoil it]

Ruined the fun for everyone with that fumble

[Loser]

Wuss

Make it stop make it stop make it stop

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

[within-only-shadows]

“Pulls the trigger”

[blood splatters all over the wall, the floor, the bed]

[his body collapses into a lifeless heap]

[eyes wide open]

[no longer able to see]

[a drone appears and picks his body up]

[flies away]

[he awakens in the infirmary and makes his way back to his room]

[he can't sleep on his bed anymore]

[not that he ever slept in the first place]

[within-only-shadows]

Holds a gun at the side of Takumi’s head

[he stares at you with lifeless eyes]

What do you think this is going to do? Scare me? I can die as many times as I want and come back without any consequences. Go ahead. Shoot me. It will be quick and painless through the skull. I've died in more painful, more agonizing ways.

So go ahead.

Pull the trigger.

Because that will make you as monstrous as me.

[within-only-shadows]

Hey, so it's come to my attention that you all can't seem to figure out what "enough with the Karua asks" means across all of my Takumi blogs so.

No more Karua. Period.

Full stop.

If anyone makes any sort of Karua reference or mention, they are getting blocked without a second thought. I've made my stance clear a while ago about how I felt about the Karua situation and my stance had not changed since then.

Spoilers below

I have played the entirety of the game. I am more than aware that Karua isn't real- she's just an amalgamation of the false memories the scientists gave Takumi and Nozomi's stories. And I get it, she is super important to Takumi's backstory and character motivation.

But I just. Did not like that personally.

I hate how forced it felt. I hate how much Takumi kept having to force Nozomi into this- this box just because the narrative dictated it to be that way! It's dumb! Let Takumi have other interests and friends other than this one made-up chick he's forced to cling to in canon! Let him grow up!

... can you also tell I'm not the biggest fan of the "childhood friend to lover" trope? This coming from someone who's a huge fan of dcmk, mind you.

I have a lot of issues with The Hundred Line. Karua is one of the bigger issues. And I just. Don't want to deal with her here on these blogs. I'm positive there are plenty of other blogs out there in the fandom who would LOVE to talk about Takumi x Karua/Nozomi! That's not here though.

And if you don't like that, then there's the door. You will not be missed.

[within-only-shadows]

Hurts hurts hurts

Someone grabbed at his arms, his hands, his wrists. He tries to resist, but he can't seem to get his body to cooperate with him. His wrists are trapped. Forced to stop scratching.

It takes a while for Eito's words to register in Takumi's head. Talk. They should talk. Talking is good, right? Communication is always a good thing.

"W-want-ed... to..." Takumi shakes his head. His mind felt so fuzzy, nothing seemed real. Need to fight through this. Hurts.

"To... to to to- to make... make you feel good..." he finally managed to spit out, "Like- like before like- aah..."

His skin was crawling again. He tried to move his hands in a desperate attempt to scratch his arms, but Eito's grip was too tight, too firm.

"W-wanted to- to make sure I- I was- was right- not- not hurt-" he explained. That's right, he didn't want to hurt Eito. Hurting this Eito was bad.

[Who cares what this Eito thinks?!]

No no no shut up!!

[All Eitos are the same]

No we saw we saw this one is different different!!!

Takumi forced his hands away from himself, reaching out instead towards Eito's parka. "S-stop..." he muttered, "C-can't... won't go- go away..."

Go away go away go away go away

Hurts

There is a note on Eito's bed. It's clearly written in Takumi's handwriting.

'Come to my room. I wanna play a game. The knives are put away, I promise!' - Takumi

[[ROUTE ???+1 | DAY 35 | EVENING | AN UNFAIR WAGER]]

Eito scowled as he looked over the note in his hand, and the (admittedly cute) little snake plush left behind where the enaga plush he usually slept with would typically be. It was notably absent. First order of business was a sweep of the room to assess if any of his other belongings had been stolen - Mikan and Ringo, and their enclosure, were thankfully untouched. And thankfully, nothing in his bathroom had been disturbed; he wouldn't put it past this Takumi to do something gross like lick his toothbrush or something. The only other thing that seemed to be missing was, predictably, his parka again, although after the incident two days ago he had the foresight to make a couple of spares.

You really managed to find the most deranged version of Sumino Takumi possible, huh? Are you sure your Specialist Skill is luck?

"Well, it would appear there are limits. Not every card drawn is an ace," he replied to the voice in his head, "Not to mention, you saw what it said in that book we found. Assuming it's the same thing, or similar? Wouldn't be out of the question for it to malfunction."

Yeah, but you ended up with him before the incident with Eva and V'ehxness a couple days ago. So... Point stands. Are you actually going to meet with him? Whatever he's plotting, it probably isn't good.

Eito sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd only just gotten over a dizzy spell and some pain that'd been hitting him on and off since the battle. The new symptoms combined with those from his preexisting issues were throwing him for a loop.

"I'd... better do it," he says, somewhat defeated, "If I refuse... I dread to think of what his reaction might be. That ugly little miscreant might very well break into my room tonight and force me to play his game, if not worse. I've been fairly tolerant of his shenanigans; who's to say what might happen if I stop at least humoring him."

It was a partial truth. Genuinely, Takumi was an extremely capable leader when he was thinking straight. If Eito being subjected to his whims helped him keep a clear head when it came to everyone else, it was a cross he would gladly bear. But a part of him was also genuinely curious about what he had cooked up this time.

Suit yourself. Just... don't complain to me if this goes badly, or goes in a direction I don't particularly want to tune in to.

And with that, Eito made his way to Takumi's room. He knocked a few times, much less violently than the last time he was here. He was... Very glad he was in the leadership trifecta. Otherwise, he has no idea what such frequent house-calls to the Team Leader would look like to outside observers.

"Alright, Ugly Takumi," He says just loud enough to be heard on the other side, "What in the world do you have planned this time?"

[within-only-shadows]

Did that mouse just talk to you!?

Not anymore. It's dead.

[within-only-shadows]

🐁: Takky? It’s me

[without hesitation, Takumi stabs the mouse with his knife]

[repeatedly]

[until there is nothing left but an indistinguishable mush]

... I warned you.

[within-only-shadows]

Well they obviously would still hold beef with you

THEY'RE FUCKING SNAILS!!! THE MOST BEEF THEY SHOULD HAVE IS OVER A LEAF!!

[within-only-shadows]

I think I know why those snails are mad at you

[he scoffs]

They're just stupid snails. They don't have the brain capacity to stay mad for that long.