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“Can you at least not poke my tits with that thing, Jason-kun? It kind of stings...”
The nerve of this guy, telling him what to do while laying at his mercy. Detectives aren't supposed to be this stupid. In his several years of activity, Ichimatsu never had to deal with victims who wouldn't take him seriously—especially with a knife pointed at them.
However, the fact his cock is stuck deep into Osomatsu's ass may have something to do with it.
“I don't think you understand...” He pierces the man with a harsh thrust and a glare, “...that you're not the one making demands here.”
Osomatsu squeaks, and then laughs, tossing a half apology. Seriously—what the fuck is wrong with him?
Maybe it's his own fault for getting dragged into this situation. Maybe it's Osomatsu's fault for being kind of cute and not resisting him, even while half naked and tied to his bed. It was supposed to be rape, but somewhere along the way he took his mask off and they kissed... only because the detective asked him to, as a last wish of sorts.
Next moment he knew Osomatsu was willingly spreading his legs wide, showing his rock hard erection and twitching asshole. He also took Ichimatsu's cock raw with no previous prepping, looking like he's very much into pain.
At this moment, Ichimatsu is slowly accepting this insane situation, fucking this idiot in the ass while dragging the blade of his knife across pale, smooth skin, merely leaving small cuts here and there and drawing some blood. It's new and weird even by Ichimatsu's standards, to have one of his victims accepting him so readily.
Instead of being terrified as he should be, Osomatsu is definitely enjoying it. He may be complaining a little, but it sounds more like cutesy acting because he does nothing to struggle as the tip of Ichimatsu's knife prods one of his nipples, letting out a sigh that the killer can only define as happy.
Who's the real unhinged bastard here?
He slashes a light vertical line across Osomatsu's sternum, reaching down to his belly, then proceeds to lick it from the bottom up. Delicious. He earns a breathy moan in response, and a sexy roll of hips. This guy isn't so bad. Even though Ichimatsu would have preferred a screaming and begging victim, this is a change of pace he can't really dislike.
Osomatsu practically melts when Ichimatsu drags the knife across his pelvis and the outline of his balls. That's the last stretch in which he cums all over his stomach, the muscles in his ass clenching extremely tight around Ichimatsu's cock. No previous victim of his would cling onto him as hard as Osomatsu is, so it's frankly leaving him stunned for a solid minute.
He then brutally thrusts into the detective all the way to the end, listening to the screams of pain from overstimulation as it usually takes him a while to finally cum. Osomatsu is a weeping mess once Ichimatsu pulls out of him, sniffling softly and trying to rub his running nose against his bound arm. But his expression doesn't show regret or even the realization that this is fucked up beyond belief. Instead he's smiling, as if those tears come from a place of happiness.
Just what is his deal?
Ichimatsu tries to shrug it off, casually licking the blood off his knife and distracting himself from seeing the state of ruin the detective is in. He does glance over the cum oozing out of Osomatsu's red and puffy asshole, but that's about it.
Osomatsu could have stayed quiet until Ichimatsu killed him, but again, he really seems to be a full blown dumbass. So he starts speaking up, unprompted.
“There was this old man I once knew when I was younger...” He sounds wistful, looking up at the ceiling. “My family and I lived in a small but cozy house. He rented a room in there and quickly became everyone's friend. But then I caught him trying to steal money, and he kidnapped me.”
That snaps Ichimatsu from his daze, and he turns to Osomatsu with an arched eyebrow, but doesn't interrupt him.
“He forced me to help him steal, and... he also fucked me while nobody was around.” The pause feels quite heavy, as Osomatsu's expression turns blank. “I didn't know the first thing about sex so it was all so confusing and scary, but he refused to explain what we were doing. My virginity was gone just like that. Then I grew a spine and finally managed to send him to prison.” His smile returns, a bit cheeky. “That's why I decided to become a detective. Baddies like him don't deserve to live freely!”
“Well, looks like you did a shit job at it this time,” Ichimatsu replies, dryly, but in his head he's registering that entire story and finding connections. “So you're saying that he fucked you up so badly you're now into dudes who kidnap and threaten your life. Is that the real reason why you took that job?”
Osomatsu pauses, then chuckles out loud. “Maybe that's part of it. Who knows?”
“I could kill you right now,” Ichimatsu says, turning back to his knife and staring into its blade's reflection.
“But you won't, right?”
“What makes you think I'll spare you just because I listened to your sob story?”
“Well, you liked the sex, didn't you?”
Ichimatsu presses his lips into a thin line, and lowers his eyelashes further. “I never said I did.”
“I felt it, though! Your dick was shaking inside me the entire time!” Osomatsu chirps. “Call that a detective's intuition!”
“Sounds pretty fucking stupid,” Ichimatsu retorts. “And let's say I'm keeping you alive and letting you off the hook. You can just report me to the police and have me arrested. So why should I trust you?”
“What kind of idiot would throw their favourite date in prison?”
Ichimatsu opens his mouth, but realizes there's not one thing he can argue against that sentence. He grunts, raising his knife. “I really can't stand people like you.”
The knife goes down, and cuts through the ropes that have been binding Osomatsu's wrists to the bedpost.
Perhaps this is going to be the worst mistake of his life, but fuck it. He may be an even bigger idiot than the detective. Regardless, there's something oddly nice about having sex with someone who's not so disgusted by him. Again, this is a change of pace he can't see himself hating just yet. So he'll go with his stupid heart just this once.
God fucking knows if he'll regret it later.