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I Want Your Undivided Attention [1/2]

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I tried. ._.;

Contains spoilers for December.

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The room is small and stuffy, the air old and stale.

Mitsuo scowls at the detective who has led him in here and jerks his arm away. Is this the way to treat a person who has killed three people? Where were the flashing bulbs of the press, the vicious hissing and booing of angry people? Where was the attention he so desperately craved?

The only person he had seen thus far was this dipshit guy in front of him with his lazy grin and crooked tie.

“I did it. Everything fucking thing,” Mitsuo announces, like he had been telling the police since they’d dragged him off to the station. He allows a smirk to crawl on his face, as a low chuckle slips past his lips. “All of it, you hear me? Me! By myself!”

His expression changes, shifting from crazed euphoria to angry disappointment. “So why the fuck am I stuck with a no-name detective, huh? Isn’t this the biggest case Inaba’s ever seen?”

Adachi just shrugs, innocence radiating from the smile he’s giving the other. “Because you’re a fucking liar, Mitsuo,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re just a shitty little copycat.”

There’s a soft click, and the lights go out. A second later, there’s a second click; the door’s been locked.

Mitsuo glances around the room, his night vision shot. His breathing quickens, and he’s about to shout when something soft is stuffed into his mouth. The sound of a buckle being undone can be heard from somewhere in the velvety darkness, and then someone-that bastard detective! Fucker!-grabs his arms, folding them behind his back with an angry twist.

Something leathery is being wound around his wrists, and it takes Mitsuo a long second to realize that it’s Adachi’s belt. His struggles go unheeded, and the only sign the other shows of noticing is when he gives the leather an extra tug at the end. A muffled cry rips its way out of Mitsuo’s throat as the pain rockets through his nervous system, but there’s no one to answer him when he’s got a tie stuffed in his mouth, a locked door separating him from the rest of humanity.

At the sound of a zipper being pulled, however, the boy freezes, body going stock still. A less than gentle hand shoves him against the wall, as a knee forces his legs apart. Warm breath curls in his ear before vanishing to trail down his neck, teeth nipping and biting at soft flesh.

A hand presses against his crotch, squeezes, and despite himself, Mitsuo groans, bucking into the action. The action is repeated over and over and over, but then the hand is gone, and he strains against the bonds around his wrists, against the body pushing him against the wall.

“Shit, you really are a sick bastard,” Adachi mutters, but not without amusement in his voice. Hands make quick work of the button and fly on Mitsuo’s pants, and they quickly drop to pool at his ankles along with his boxers. The air, seemingly hot and stuffy before, seems cool against his prick, and he shivers inadvertently.

He doesn’t have much time to think about that, though, because he’s being whirled around, face, chest, dick shoved into the wall. Mitsuo’s thankful for the tie then because he’s screaming. The pressure is gods not enough but so fucking good and he needs to be touched more, touched now. He’s desperately sucking in breathes through his nose, and Mitsuo would’ve happily killed another shitty teacher for a little more attention.

Adachi covers his mouth with a hand and pulls out the tie; it falls to the ground without a sound. The detective then slips two fingers past his lips, and Mitsuo welcomes them, tongue circling the digits like he’s sucking cock. When he feels the warm press of a body behind him, feels the heat of Adachi’s erection against his ass, he pushes back, tries to grind into that delightful pressure.