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“Akechi...you’re wrong,” Akira says, breath heavy. “You're the Detective Prince. But that's not all you are, is it?" “Let me make it clear, Akira-you don’t know what you’re asking of me.” Akechi's voice is low and restrained like he’s on the verge of bursting through the cage of flesh where his Id lies underneath. "I know what I'm asking." Akira’s eyes flicker as he closes the distance between them. "I'm asking to see all of you. Good and bad.” Several emotions cross Akechi’s face at once; confusion, disbelief, doubt. They’re all new expressions to Akira, like nothing he’s seen before. It mesmerizes him. Akira grabs Akechi’s hand, and it’s all the push Akechi needs to crash his lips against his own. The heat of Akechi’s lips sear back onto Akira’s mouth like a brand. It pierces past his skin, intoxicating and suffocating, as if he were prying Akira’s insides and melding him back together. Shit. Akira will be lucky to make it through the night alive. Akira once thought Goro Akechi was a pleasant boy. He doesn't fuck like a pleasant boy.

Fics like A Pleasant Boy...?

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