undercover work
Title: Undercover Work
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; dubious consent, dp
Word Count: 2013
Summary: It's just an assignment.
Notes: Because Reasons?
The job wasn't supposed to have been hard. That was what Koki had been told, and he'd believed it, even though every other time he'd gotten an easy assignment it had turned out being anything but.
He'd spent months alongside Nakamaru Yuichi and Taguchi Junnosuke, doing plenty of dirty jobs with them and scribbling notes in dossiers he dropped off for his superiors weekly.
He thought they hadn't noticed. He was wrong, and now it was over.
Koki had no idea it was coming, not until Taguchi had shoved him against a wall after one of their messier jobs and ground one knee between his legs as one hand held him in place while the other unholstered his pistol.
Koki had let him, because they'd fooled around plenty of times, and this was no different. He'd left that fact out of his reports, though.
"Just gonna hang onto this, yeah," Taguchi had murmured against Koki's ear, tongue flicking out against the black metal hoops in it. Koki nodded, half-hard and wondering how long he'd have to wait. He couldn't help being impatient. "Boss wants to see us, okay?"
It was normal enough, really, the two of them reporting back to Nakamaru. Sometimes he even played, though mostly he seemed to prefer watching Koki and Taguchi together. Really, it wasn't Koki's place to judge, and besides, his superiors didn't have to know about this part of his work. He liked to think of it as a bonus; leading a double life was so stressful.
Taguchi had driven them to Nakamaru's flat. Koki was tired, worn out from all of his earlier running, and he didn't mind dozing in the car. He couldn't be sure how much later it was when they arrived; he was only relieved to be pushed into a chair when he'd arrived at Nakamaru's, even if the folding metal was a little out of place in all of the swank furnishings.
All of Koki's relief at finally sitting soon turned into dread. Taguchi and Nakamaru loomed over him, eyes blank and faces impassive, and Koki could only watch as Junno unknotted his tie.
Idly, Koki wondered what he was going to do with it. He didn't have long to wait for an answer, though, because soon enough his wrists were yanked behind him. He grunted in pain; this wasn't like their usual post-job sessions.
Taguchi crossed Koki's wrists together, looping his tie around them and the back of the chair. It was an automatic reaction when Koki tried to jerk out of the black silk; all he succeeded in was hurting himself.
Nakamaru had been silent the entire time, and now Koki got a good look at him. His face was carefully blank, eyes soft and maybe a little mournful if Koki squinted. Koki let his gaze drop to Nakamaru's hands, and he couldn't help shivering when he noticed the knife in his hand.
It looked like things were over for Koki. He tried not to dwell on it.
Vaguely, Koki heard Nakamaru speak.
"Check his pockets, Taguchi-kun." Koki tried not to let out a hysterical giggle at Nakamaru's monotone. It had never been so funny before; maybe Koki had finally cracked under all the stress.
Taguchi didn't say anything; his eyes just lit up as he leaned over Koki and stuck a hand in the inside pocket of his jacket. The other rested against Koki's cheek in a mockery of tenderness, thumb pressing down against his lips, as if Koki needed help to stay quiet.
Taguchi grinned, shark-smile that had once been so amusing to Koki anything but as he held Koki's handcuffs up.
"You know what to do with them, Taguchi-kun."
Koki still tried to struggle out of Taguchi's grasp when the cuffs replaced the thin silk. It didn't work; he just tired himself out more. Taguchi kept digging through his pockets, groping him and pausing whenever he grabbed something new to show off.
His badge got carelessly tossed over Taguchi's shoulder, and Koki forgot himself as he tried to snatch it away. All he got was what would probably blossom into a spectacular set of bruises around his wrists, and Nakamaru's derision.
“I knew it. It was only after you showed up that my operations kept running into problems.”
Koki remained silent. He’d never seen Nakamaru so cold and angry; it wouldn’t do to make it any worse.
“Well, maybe one last round of fun before we say goodbye.”
Koki swallowed, squaring his shoulders as best he could. Maybe this once, Nakamaru would show mercy, even if the tiny voice in the back of his head knew otherwise.
“Please,” he choked out, gasping as Taguchi grasped him roughly through his trousers. Nakamaru seemed like the type who might be swayed by begging. “Please, please...” Koki’s voice trailed off as Taguchi crowded him, yanking buttons open.
“‘Please’ what? Let you go, and allow you to bring down my work? I think not.” Nakamaru circled the room, stopping behind Koki. It was abrupt, and a little painful, when one hand shot out to tangle in the back of his hair. Nakamaru twisted his head to the side, staring down at his profile before he spoke again.
“Maybe you could be of use, though. I could keep you around here, where you could help me work out my... frustrations. As you already know, Taguchi-kun is actually brilliant at devising means of imprisonment.”
Koki glanced at Taguchi when Nakamaru said that, flinching at Taguchi’s almost feral grin. One of his hands cupped Koki’s jaw as the other covered his mouth and pinched his nose shut; Koki’s vision swam as the last of his oxygen was depleted and his eyes fluttered shut.
When Koki returned to consciousness, he was cold. A glance down revealed that his clothes were gone, and the bed he was on had only a fitted sheet. He could move freely, except for one wrist-- from the metallic scraping sounds it seemed he’d been cuffed to a metal headboard. His head ached a little, and the room he was in was dark. Only a single lamp illuminated his predicament, and he couldn’t tell if he was alone or not.
Probably he wasn’t; probably both Taguchi and Nakamaru were lurking in the darkened corners of the room, watching him. The thought chilled him, making his skin raise up into gooseflesh. He wondered what they’d do, what sorts of frustrations Nakamaru had meant. His state of undress seemed to say it all, and Koki huffed out quiet bitter laughter.
He tossed and turned as best he could, a dull ache settling into the bones of his wrist. Koki sighed, closing his eyes as he tried not to think of his former colleagues. They’d never find him; Nakamaru was too meticulous for that.
The bed shifted, startling Koki. He lay still, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited to see who’d joined him. The warm palm that slid up his thigh had to be Taguchi; that meant that Nakamaru was watching from a corner. Koki wondered how just watching would relieve “frustrations.” Personally, he’d rather be more hands-on about solving such things.
Koki wondered if Nakamaru would try to squeeze in beside Taguchi. He moaned at the idea, and again when a second, softer hand trailed its fingers up his other thigh. It seemed like maybe that was what Nakamaru had in mind anyway.
He ignored the way that Taguchi dug his fingers into his skin as Nakamaru chuckled. He tried his best to stay still when their hands spread his thighs as far apart as they could. He ignored the fact that he was half hard.
“Up,” Nakamaru murmured, withdrawing his touch. Taguchi followed suit, and Koki whined before he could stop himself. “It would be in your best interest to follow instructions.”
It was awkward, and painful, but Koki figured out how to sit up with one arm tied to a fixed point. The dull ache in his shoulder throbbed gently, and he panted to catch his breath.
Nakamaru settled in behind Koki, trailing his fingers down the center of his chest. Koki held his breath, half expecting it when fingers barely twisted the barbell in his navel before squeezing his cock. “Taguchi-kun is gonna open you up for us; you’re going to like this.”
Koki nodded, shivering as Taguchi’s fingers trailed up the insides of his thighs. They were slick and cool, and Koki sucked in a breath as they traced his rim. Nakamaru’s breath tickled the side of his neck, and Koki squirmed in his hold. He jerked in surprise when Taguchi slid two fingers inside him at once; he shook with Nakamaru's silent amusement.
Taguchi was quick and thorough, opening Koki up with the least bit of effort. “Easy,” he hissed against Koki’s ear, holding his fingers apart for Nakamaru to ease in. For a quick second his tongue flicked against the side of Koki’s neck, making him shiver and gasp.
Nakamaru was agonizingly slow as he pulled Koki down onto his dick. Once he’d bottomed out, his fingers clenched into Koki’s hips, holding him still. Moments later, Taguchi’s fingers began to work in and out alongside Nakamaru; then suddenly they were gone, replaced by Taguchi’s length. Koki felt as if he burned all over, stretched too thin and skin too flushed and arm twisted behind him.
Taguchi’s fingers, still slick, danced down the length of Koki’s arm, tracing the cuff around his wrist before unfastening it from the bedpost. He hissed in relief, but it was far too soon-- Taguchi folded Koki’s arm behind his back, and Nakamaru grabbed the other, pinning both of them there. A few seconds’ fumbling and Koki’s wrists were cuffed behind his back, forcing his chest out as he tried to stay upright. It didn’t work well, and he leaned back against Nakamaru as Taguchi slid out of him slowly.
Just as slowly, Taguchi pushed back in, and Nakamaru eased out. Koki clenched his teeth, trying to bite back the whimpers threatening to spill from his lips as the others worked out their rhythm. They were slow, and deliberate, and Koki felt like he was about to break.
Jostled between them, Koki clenched his fingers and tried to remember how to breathe. He could feel Nakamaru’s teeth scrape the nape of his neck, and Taguchi nipped his lower lip, almost tenderly. Their breaths mingled together and Koki tried to clamp down on all the could-have-beens, crying out at a particularly forceful thrust.
Sweat dripped down the side of his neck, and Koki could feel tendrils of his hair sticking to his temples. He ached all over, and he wished he could touch; the only friction he was allowed was the in out press of Nakamaru and Taguchi, and the occasional slide of his dick against Taguchi’s stomach. It wasn’t enough.
Koki whined, unable to form words. A huff of laughter in his ear was his only response, and after a long silence, one hand wrapped around him. It had to be Taguchi’s; the angle was awkward, but it was enough for Koki. He managed to last a few strokes, gasping as his orgasm overcame him. He shuddered, the burn of being filled not lessening, and then his eyes shut as he knew no more. Vaguely, he thought it hadn’t been such a bad way to go.
Sensation returned to Koki slowly. He was stretched out on his belly, arms aching. Everything was sore, and someone was massaging his shoulders with a cool rag.
He blinked a few times, moaning softly as he tried to roll to his side. His progress was halted by another body; the arm that clamped down around his hips proved to be Junno's.
The hand wiping him down could only be Nakamaru's, and Koki sleepily leaned into it when it swiped along his jaw. "All right?" he whispered, and Koki nodded, content.
"Next time you can tie me up, okay, Koki?” Junno pulled him closer, his breath tickling him. Koki could work with that.
Pairing/Group: Nakamaru Yuichi/Taguchi Junnosuke/Tanaka Koki
Rating/Warnings: NC-17; dubious consent, dp
Word Count: 2013
Summary: It's just an assignment.
Notes: Because Reasons?
The job wasn't supposed to have been hard. That was what Koki had been told, and he'd believed it, even though every other time he'd gotten an easy assignment it had turned out being anything but.
He'd spent months alongside Nakamaru Yuichi and Taguchi Junnosuke, doing plenty of dirty jobs with them and scribbling notes in dossiers he dropped off for his superiors weekly.
He thought they hadn't noticed. He was wrong, and now it was over.
Koki had no idea it was coming, not until Taguchi had shoved him against a wall after one of their messier jobs and ground one knee between his legs as one hand held him in place while the other unholstered his pistol.
Koki had let him, because they'd fooled around plenty of times, and this was no different. He'd left that fact out of his reports, though.
"Just gonna hang onto this, yeah," Taguchi had murmured against Koki's ear, tongue flicking out against the black metal hoops in it. Koki nodded, half-hard and wondering how long he'd have to wait. He couldn't help being impatient. "Boss wants to see us, okay?"
It was normal enough, really, the two of them reporting back to Nakamaru. Sometimes he even played, though mostly he seemed to prefer watching Koki and Taguchi together. Really, it wasn't Koki's place to judge, and besides, his superiors didn't have to know about this part of his work. He liked to think of it as a bonus; leading a double life was so stressful.
Taguchi had driven them to Nakamaru's flat. Koki was tired, worn out from all of his earlier running, and he didn't mind dozing in the car. He couldn't be sure how much later it was when they arrived; he was only relieved to be pushed into a chair when he'd arrived at Nakamaru's, even if the folding metal was a little out of place in all of the swank furnishings.
All of Koki's relief at finally sitting soon turned into dread. Taguchi and Nakamaru loomed over him, eyes blank and faces impassive, and Koki could only watch as Junno unknotted his tie.
Idly, Koki wondered what he was going to do with it. He didn't have long to wait for an answer, though, because soon enough his wrists were yanked behind him. He grunted in pain; this wasn't like their usual post-job sessions.
Taguchi crossed Koki's wrists together, looping his tie around them and the back of the chair. It was an automatic reaction when Koki tried to jerk out of the black silk; all he succeeded in was hurting himself.
Nakamaru had been silent the entire time, and now Koki got a good look at him. His face was carefully blank, eyes soft and maybe a little mournful if Koki squinted. Koki let his gaze drop to Nakamaru's hands, and he couldn't help shivering when he noticed the knife in his hand.
It looked like things were over for Koki. He tried not to dwell on it.
Vaguely, Koki heard Nakamaru speak.
"Check his pockets, Taguchi-kun." Koki tried not to let out a hysterical giggle at Nakamaru's monotone. It had never been so funny before; maybe Koki had finally cracked under all the stress.
Taguchi didn't say anything; his eyes just lit up as he leaned over Koki and stuck a hand in the inside pocket of his jacket. The other rested against Koki's cheek in a mockery of tenderness, thumb pressing down against his lips, as if Koki needed help to stay quiet.
Taguchi grinned, shark-smile that had once been so amusing to Koki anything but as he held Koki's handcuffs up.
"You know what to do with them, Taguchi-kun."
Koki still tried to struggle out of Taguchi's grasp when the cuffs replaced the thin silk. It didn't work; he just tired himself out more. Taguchi kept digging through his pockets, groping him and pausing whenever he grabbed something new to show off.
His badge got carelessly tossed over Taguchi's shoulder, and Koki forgot himself as he tried to snatch it away. All he got was what would probably blossom into a spectacular set of bruises around his wrists, and Nakamaru's derision.
“I knew it. It was only after you showed up that my operations kept running into problems.”
Koki remained silent. He’d never seen Nakamaru so cold and angry; it wouldn’t do to make it any worse.
“Well, maybe one last round of fun before we say goodbye.”
Koki swallowed, squaring his shoulders as best he could. Maybe this once, Nakamaru would show mercy, even if the tiny voice in the back of his head knew otherwise.
“Please,” he choked out, gasping as Taguchi grasped him roughly through his trousers. Nakamaru seemed like the type who might be swayed by begging. “Please, please...” Koki’s voice trailed off as Taguchi crowded him, yanking buttons open.
“‘Please’ what? Let you go, and allow you to bring down my work? I think not.” Nakamaru circled the room, stopping behind Koki. It was abrupt, and a little painful, when one hand shot out to tangle in the back of his hair. Nakamaru twisted his head to the side, staring down at his profile before he spoke again.
“Maybe you could be of use, though. I could keep you around here, where you could help me work out my... frustrations. As you already know, Taguchi-kun is actually brilliant at devising means of imprisonment.”
Koki glanced at Taguchi when Nakamaru said that, flinching at Taguchi’s almost feral grin. One of his hands cupped Koki’s jaw as the other covered his mouth and pinched his nose shut; Koki’s vision swam as the last of his oxygen was depleted and his eyes fluttered shut.
When Koki returned to consciousness, he was cold. A glance down revealed that his clothes were gone, and the bed he was on had only a fitted sheet. He could move freely, except for one wrist-- from the metallic scraping sounds it seemed he’d been cuffed to a metal headboard. His head ached a little, and the room he was in was dark. Only a single lamp illuminated his predicament, and he couldn’t tell if he was alone or not.
Probably he wasn’t; probably both Taguchi and Nakamaru were lurking in the darkened corners of the room, watching him. The thought chilled him, making his skin raise up into gooseflesh. He wondered what they’d do, what sorts of frustrations Nakamaru had meant. His state of undress seemed to say it all, and Koki huffed out quiet bitter laughter.
He tossed and turned as best he could, a dull ache settling into the bones of his wrist. Koki sighed, closing his eyes as he tried not to think of his former colleagues. They’d never find him; Nakamaru was too meticulous for that.
The bed shifted, startling Koki. He lay still, his heart hammering in his chest as he waited to see who’d joined him. The warm palm that slid up his thigh had to be Taguchi; that meant that Nakamaru was watching from a corner. Koki wondered how just watching would relieve “frustrations.” Personally, he’d rather be more hands-on about solving such things.
Koki wondered if Nakamaru would try to squeeze in beside Taguchi. He moaned at the idea, and again when a second, softer hand trailed its fingers up his other thigh. It seemed like maybe that was what Nakamaru had in mind anyway.
He ignored the way that Taguchi dug his fingers into his skin as Nakamaru chuckled. He tried his best to stay still when their hands spread his thighs as far apart as they could. He ignored the fact that he was half hard.
“Up,” Nakamaru murmured, withdrawing his touch. Taguchi followed suit, and Koki whined before he could stop himself. “It would be in your best interest to follow instructions.”
It was awkward, and painful, but Koki figured out how to sit up with one arm tied to a fixed point. The dull ache in his shoulder throbbed gently, and he panted to catch his breath.
Nakamaru settled in behind Koki, trailing his fingers down the center of his chest. Koki held his breath, half expecting it when fingers barely twisted the barbell in his navel before squeezing his cock. “Taguchi-kun is gonna open you up for us; you’re going to like this.”
Koki nodded, shivering as Taguchi’s fingers trailed up the insides of his thighs. They were slick and cool, and Koki sucked in a breath as they traced his rim. Nakamaru’s breath tickled the side of his neck, and Koki squirmed in his hold. He jerked in surprise when Taguchi slid two fingers inside him at once; he shook with Nakamaru's silent amusement.
Taguchi was quick and thorough, opening Koki up with the least bit of effort. “Easy,” he hissed against Koki’s ear, holding his fingers apart for Nakamaru to ease in. For a quick second his tongue flicked against the side of Koki’s neck, making him shiver and gasp.
Nakamaru was agonizingly slow as he pulled Koki down onto his dick. Once he’d bottomed out, his fingers clenched into Koki’s hips, holding him still. Moments later, Taguchi’s fingers began to work in and out alongside Nakamaru; then suddenly they were gone, replaced by Taguchi’s length. Koki felt as if he burned all over, stretched too thin and skin too flushed and arm twisted behind him.
Taguchi’s fingers, still slick, danced down the length of Koki’s arm, tracing the cuff around his wrist before unfastening it from the bedpost. He hissed in relief, but it was far too soon-- Taguchi folded Koki’s arm behind his back, and Nakamaru grabbed the other, pinning both of them there. A few seconds’ fumbling and Koki’s wrists were cuffed behind his back, forcing his chest out as he tried to stay upright. It didn’t work well, and he leaned back against Nakamaru as Taguchi slid out of him slowly.
Just as slowly, Taguchi pushed back in, and Nakamaru eased out. Koki clenched his teeth, trying to bite back the whimpers threatening to spill from his lips as the others worked out their rhythm. They were slow, and deliberate, and Koki felt like he was about to break.
Jostled between them, Koki clenched his fingers and tried to remember how to breathe. He could feel Nakamaru’s teeth scrape the nape of his neck, and Taguchi nipped his lower lip, almost tenderly. Their breaths mingled together and Koki tried to clamp down on all the could-have-beens, crying out at a particularly forceful thrust.
Sweat dripped down the side of his neck, and Koki could feel tendrils of his hair sticking to his temples. He ached all over, and he wished he could touch; the only friction he was allowed was the in out press of Nakamaru and Taguchi, and the occasional slide of his dick against Taguchi’s stomach. It wasn’t enough.
Koki whined, unable to form words. A huff of laughter in his ear was his only response, and after a long silence, one hand wrapped around him. It had to be Taguchi’s; the angle was awkward, but it was enough for Koki. He managed to last a few strokes, gasping as his orgasm overcame him. He shuddered, the burn of being filled not lessening, and then his eyes shut as he knew no more. Vaguely, he thought it hadn’t been such a bad way to go.
Sensation returned to Koki slowly. He was stretched out on his belly, arms aching. Everything was sore, and someone was massaging his shoulders with a cool rag.
He blinked a few times, moaning softly as he tried to roll to his side. His progress was halted by another body; the arm that clamped down around his hips proved to be Junno's.
The hand wiping him down could only be Nakamaru's, and Koki sleepily leaned into it when it swiped along his jaw. "All right?" he whispered, and Koki nodded, content.
"Next time you can tie me up, okay, Koki?” Junno pulled him closer, his breath tickling him. Koki could work with that.