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Haa -- you'll have to give me a minute. [ Ignoring that it's already been several, Akira hasn't gotten any concrete satisfaction, and it's absolutely pulsing through his veins. It's made a little clear in his body language, because he doesn't seem to want to let Akechi go, keeping the two of them pressed against the wall without regard for any of the shadows.

As far as he can tell, they're still none the wiser to the presence of two thieves. ]

[He quirks an eyebrow, pushing at his shoulders.]

I'm not cruel, Joker, what task do you think I plan to accomplish with you as you are? Let go. [And whether he does or Akechi just swats his hands off of him, he's dragging his claws down the front of Akira's body as he sits on his knees and finishes his obliteration of the front of his dress pants.]

[ Akira lets go, but only because his brain short circuits just a little at the implication in Akechi's words. Is Crow the Akechi that's lurking under the surface all the time, or should Akira feel bad about this, he wonders?

Well. It probably doesn't matter. Akira watches Akechi make short work of his pants and supposes that's fair play, given what he's done to Akechi's outfit, and then he leans back against the wall before his knees go weak. ]

You don't have to be so careful with those. [ Akira offers, of the claws. ]

Hmm, unfortunately for you I'd rather this stay attached, [He offers blithely, carefully running the edge of one thumb-claw along the length of Akira's dick as he exposes it.] Lean back, I don't need you falling.

[And then his mouth is occupied-- at first he just closes his lips around the head, curious, but it doesn't take him long to veritably swallow Akira whole, tucking his hair behind one ear so it doesn't get in the way.]

[ There's layers of implications there that Akira will unravel, later, when he's at home, alone in the bathroom and replaying this moment in his head. He doesn't have the capacity to think about it right now, though: he just thunks his head back against the wall and groans at the feeling of Akechi's mouth on his dick, and then once Akechi swallows him down he can't help but let his hand find purchase on Akechi's head, tangling into his hair. It is, at least, not the hand he jerked him off with -- that hand is placed on the wall for stability -- but it does mean that he has to struggle not to buck his hips, not to risk claws and teeth and being too much for Akechi.

Akira isn't particularly talkative at the best of times (well, maybe with anyone that isn't Akechi), and that doesn't change now, save for a low groan. ]

[The quiet is nice, actually-- gives Akechi the time to focus on the task at hand, ignoring the dull anxious buzz in the back of his head that this is a mistake. He lets Loki run the forefront of his actions, the crazed adrenaline that comes with him sparking like electricity over his skin, and he carefully splays one clawed hand so the space between his thumb and forefinger supports the base of Akira's dick as he goes to town on it.]

[The degree of skill he seems to carry in this field is possibly startling-- he's observant to a fault, taking note of any shift or sound caused by a specific motion on his part, vacillating between taking him to the base and bobbing his head a while and sitting back to just lathe his tongue over the head and the underside both to keep Akira going longer and to give himself and his jaw a periodic respite. The one thing he doesn't do at any point is speak, though he does periodically glance upward and watch Akira's face for any signs of anything being too much, or warning that he's about to get the world's worst facial.]

[ Akira definitely notices that skill and he wonders about it with the tiny part of his brain that still has the capacity for rational thought, which isn't much. He files it away -- he's pretty sure discussing that is going to be on the list of "things that Akechi Goro will self-destruct before discussing", so it's for a conversation considerably further down the road than they are.

Akira doesn't jerk his hips, but he does twitch, little aborted moves that hint that he would do something more under different conditions. And he would; he could hold Akechi in place and fuck his mouth until he gagged, and the idea makes his dick throb, which is something else to analyze later.

It doesn't take long. It's not that Akira's on a hair trigger, but he's had weeks of living with Akechi and making out with Akechi and touching Akechi and only having brief moments in the bathroom to bring him relief.

So it isn't long before he's tightening his grip on Akechi's hair, unsure of whether he should drag him off or pull him forward and ultimately leaving the choice up to Akechi-- ]

Goro--

[Dissecting his status of having been or not been sexually abused as a young teenager was absolutely pretty high on the list of things Akechi would self-destruct before discussing, along with his suicidal-parallels and a million other things. Give him time and maybe he won't ragequit the conversation so hard the entire Phantom Thieves group feels it.]

[Were they not where they were and at very real risk of getting absolutely wrecked if they were to be ambushed by one too many shadows in their weak-kneed post-coital baby deer states, Akechi would have considered allowing the facefucking. He didn't have much in his system to purge if he gagged anyway, it was probably fine. Mercifully, however, Akira just makes his little stilted half-motions, gripping his hair tighter to warn him. He wants to tsk softly at the casual use of his first name, but he dully recalls having called him Akira as he came, so there's no space for the taunt.]

[He doesn't feel like dealing with cum in his hair, so he chooses violence and swallows him to the hilt, humming around him and opening his throat. Gee, that's definitely not in the Detective Prince Skill Handbook.]

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[ Akira, much like Akechi, takes a few moments to come back to himself. The hand in Akechi's hair softens, and then he strokes it, almost absentmindedly, eyes closed for a long moment. He's still listening for shadows, but he doesn't hear anything but his own breathing, but Akechi's breathing, both of them a staccato rhythm, mixing together to give away exactly what they were doing. ]

Okay. [ Akira's trying to regain himself; Joker's trying to figure out their next move when they're both disheveled and tired and honestly, all he wants is to find the nearest safe room -- if those exist in fake MetaVerse -- and cuddle with Akechi for like three hours.

Arguably, a safe room located in the sewers would be pretty questionable, actually. ]

Haa. We should... head back, probably. [ He does not think they're in any condition to keep infiltrating, and honestly -- they've both probably gotten what they wanted. ]

[He stays on his knees while Joker collects himself, pulling off of him with a wet pop of sound and grimacing, in part to hide the way he licks his lips. He carefully rearranges his jaw so he can close it again from where he'd had it open so long, shifts to sit in a crouch with his knees drawn to himself, arms folded over them and watch Akira with a languid, catlike look to him.]

[As soon as he's aware enough to suggest they head back, Akechi stands and since he's had more time to recover, as he does so his suit seems to sew itself right back together, and he shakes himself out gently, a bit like he's used to it. Carefully, mindful of his claws, he dusts off his knees, checks the repaired seams of his costume, looks Joker over.] ...likely good marks made here won't remain outside, that bite looks infected already. [It doesn't, actually, he's just being caustic.]

[ Akira does similar, once he's sufficiently recovered -- pushes himself off the wall and shakes, the discarded coat melding into the floor as his outfit regenerates itself like it was never even off. It gets the cum off his gloves and everything, which is pretty nice, because Akira doesn't actually keep wet wipes hidden in his coat. ]

Told you I don't mind marks from you. [ Akira offers with a grin, before looking down the way they'd come and the way they hadn't been yet. ]

I said we should head back, but I actually don't know how we're supposed to leave.

[He hums, watching Joker reassemble himself, and then averts his eyes to look down the hall, then back the way they came, setting a hand on his hip.]

Possibly something we should have thought of. Let's get to the end of this hallway. It's unlikely, but perhaps we'll find service, or the equivalent of the MetaNav will pop up once we're to a certain point.

A good a plan as any. [ Akira offers, and then starts off.

Maybe it's because he's a little absent minded; maybe he's still in the post-sex afterglow. Maybe he just genuinely misses it, but they round the corner into another long corridor and then-- ]

-- Shit!

[ An ambush is the last thing they need when it's just the two of them. ]

[It's funny, how watching a shadow ambush a guy you refuse to admit to being in love with can take actual years off you life. Or it would be, if it hadn't, you know, taken literal years off Akechi's life.]

[The first one gets his serrated sword rammed through its mask and the rest of it, but the rest that follow come too quickly even for Akechi's immediate anxious rage. He makes a bizarrely possessive attempt to put himself between most of the shadows and Joker, but they're obviously outnumbered and outmatched, so it only does so much. It's not until there's a small, thoughtless break in them as they advance, trying to back the two of them into a corner, that Akechi blindly reaches back and takes Akira's hand. He doesn't look away from the clear shot past them, however small, tugging gently, twice.]

[ Akira gets a nice shot to the side -- it's a fire spell, so at least it cauterizes as it goes, but it definitely gets a pained noise out of him as he goes down on one knee.

Akechi grabs his hand, and in the same instant, Akira sees it. It's the distinctive blue color, spreading across the wall out of the corner of his eye, accessible to both of them if they can make a dash for it between the shadows.

It's risky, because Akira's injured and they're both low on energy and they're outnumbered by several, but -- ]

Go.. [ Akira manages, letting the adrenaline wipe away the pain from his side as he stands back up, grips his hand harder, and starts running through that clear shot to the shadow of the Velvet Room. ]

[Akechi does something akin to snarling like a vicious dog at a few of the shadows after they land an Agi-- Adidyne? He couldn't be sure --on Joker, and it's easier to stay in front of him when he's down but he probably isn't strong enough to carry Joker over his shoulder under normal circumstances, and these were not normal circumstances. He swears, a number of times, under his breath as he tries to come up with a way out of this.]

[The velvet room has never presented itself to him the same way as it has to Akira. He never had multiple persona to sort through and combine, so the only times he ever dealt with the twins and Igor, and later Lavenza, was when they needed to communicate with him about something, typically by way of dreams. So he doesn't see it, but he lets Akira lead when he runs for it, tearing off one of his gloves and throwing it at the closest shadow trying to pursue them, the claws jabbing it in the eye and causing it to flail, preventing a larger cavalry of pursuants.]

[Akira drags them through the door and Akechi can't see it, so one moment they're running and the next everything has turned blue, and the ground has vanished from beneath them and his hand might be crushing Joker's? But his eyes close instinctively and when he opens them he's dropped in a heap on his knees, hand still in Joker's, on the floor in the middle of the Velvet Room.]

[He's pretty sure he's never been that close to dying in the Metaverse other than when he actually died, so excuse him if he struggles to remember how to breathe for a while, his heartbeat hammering too loudly for him to hear anything Lavenza has started saying some paces away.]

「 Please, hold still. 」 [ Is the only thing Lavenza says at first, and then a wave of healing magic washes over both of them, mending their wounds quite efficiently. Akira just lays on the ground, breathing hard as he tries to recover, eventually having the presence of mind to squeeze Akechi's hand back as he sits up.

He runs a hand through his hair, then takes his mask off again. It's still a little weird for him to not be in prisoner's clothes in here, honestly, but spirit of rebellion and all that. ]

...Hey. I was wondering when you'd show up.

[ Lavenza's smile is a little tight, but Igor looks as amused as anything, so Akira assumes that the situation is either not that serious, or so serious that they're basically already dead, in which case nothing matters and he might as well chill.

But also he fought God and won, so. ]

「 Yes. I'm afraid we weren't able to contact you earlier due to this -- fake reality that has been concocted. It seems that we must again ask for your assistance in saving reality. 」

[Sound filters back to him right as Lavenza finishes stating "your assistance in saving reality", and he looks visibly ill for a moment, releasing Joker's hand in favor of folding forward with a hand over his mouth. He's fine, he just needs a moment. Or twenty.]

[From the ground, folded over as he is:] Why is it that you two always know so much but can never do anything about this yourselves? I do mean that as an honest question, despite how aggravated I am to be asking it.

「 Our power... is diminished, if we choose to intervene more than this. 」 [ Lavenza's explanation is clearly leaving a lot out, and she looks a little pained by it, but to be frank, she doesn't think either of them are ready to hear the full explanation about how every persona user and the entirety of humanity are all pawns in a massive game played by two gods wielding the collective unconsciousness of the universe.

Like, these two people in particular are not ready for that because they would go fight all gods involved behind the Denny's at 3AM, and Lavenza knows it. ]

「 We must rely on you. In the end, we are merely messengers more than anything else. 」

[ Akira finally lets go of Akechi's hand, but only because he needs to flex his fingers before he loses literally all feeling in them. ]

Sure. Hey, can I see the Compendium? [ And then Akira's face goes weirdly blank for a moment as he starts rifling through the options presented to him, largely psychically, by Igor, while Lavenza looks slightly helplessly at Akechi. ]

[There will never be a time in his life that Akechi Goro will not go fight all involved Gods behind the Denny's at 3am, it's true.]

[He sits back up, still looking more than a little unwell, and waves his hand dismissively.] I didn't actually require an answer, Lavenza, I know this is our lot and I'm prepared to lie in it I'm just allowing myself some bellyaching about it. [He affords Akira's blankness a brief disparaging frown before he looks back to Lavenza, trying his best to snap into Detective mode.] So? What do you know about this fake Metaverse? What are we dealing with.

「 We know little, I'm afraid. It's a false realm created by someone who wishes to replace your true reality with this one, though they currently lack the power to do so. It seems that whatever they have not been able to achieve, they intend to manufacture. Humanity is ever creative, after all. 」 [ It doesn't entirely sound like a compliment.

Akira snaps back to reality after a moment, and looks at Akechi. ] Do you want Hereward? [ Because he can just. Do that, apparently. ]

[He squints his eyes closed, thinking, until Akira breaks his concentration entirely with the absolute last question he could have expected.]

I'm-- sorry, what?

Uh... I forgot you probably never did this. I can just -- summon them. I'd have to fuse Robin Hood and Loki, like what happened originally, but then you'd have him again. [ A beat, and then: ] I think there's nearly 200 I can summon.

「 192, to be precise, if we're only counting those that you are capable of obtaining yourself. 」

Yeah. I can't, like, use your Persona or anything. [ He looks a little disconcerted by the thought, actually. He's pretty sure Loki would chew him up and spit him out. ]

[He looks... oddly violated for a moment, splaying a clawed hand over his collarbone.] I. Suppose it would be foolish to not.

It's not like you're any less strong. If you don't want to, it's fine. [ Akira says it in that calm way like it really is fine, like it's totally up to Akechi whether or not he agrees to the persona of his literal soul being mushed together. ]

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