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Lover’s Wine

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“You sadly locked in on the first person you saw after drinking the wine, which just so happened to be me. So don’t feel bad, Poe. Just get some sleep and you’ll forget all about this thing in the morning.” Ranpo glanced to the side, an unreadable look on his face. “I promise I won’t tell anyone about your little temporary love for me.”

Before Ranpo could get up and leave, Poe tugged on his cape, stopping him in his tracks.

“…who said it was temporary?”

Ranpo looked down at Poe. “What?”

Poe looked up as he shook. “Who said I didn’t always love you?”

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The deep red wine swirled around hypnotically as Poe spun his glass. He breathed in the aroma of the sweet bitterness of the drink before putting it to his lips.

 

“What’s the point of that?” Ranpo asked with a hand to his chin and his own glass in the other. 

 

Poe lowered the drink to the table. “The point of what?”

 

“You spinning and smelling the drink and all that. We’ve already tried, like, three other wines so why do you do the same thing every time?”

 

“You would think a master detective such as yourself would know that a fine wine deserves a certain formality.”

 

“Well, I think it’s silly,” Ranpo muttered as he went to take a sip, quickly wincing at what Poe assumed was the bitter flavor. “Besides, I don’t know what you see in these wine tasting parties anyways.”

 

“Because it’s classy!”

 

“More like it’s pointless and stupid!”

 

Poe quickly tugged on his own jacket and pretended not to notice the looks from around the room from their sudden outburst.  

 

“Then may I ask why you even agreed to come here in the first place?”

 

“Well, because you invited me, obviously. I could never say no to something like that if you’re involved.” Ranpo went to take another sip. He winced at the flavor harder as he must have forgotten what happened the first time.

 

Poe’s heart stuttered in his chest. There was no way those words could have been misconstrued, right? Did Ranpo really come here because of him? He thanked his long hair for hiding his soft blush. He let out a slight cough to clear his throat.

 

“A-Anyways, I-“

 

Suddenly, a waitress appeared. “Good evening, gentlemen. May I introduce to you the final drink of the night, The Lover’s Wine. It has a special ingredient that gives it a sweet taste.”

 

Poe was taken aback. “Oh, thank you miss. But I don’t believe this… particular drink was on the package I purchased.” 

 

“Oh, it is tonight’s special. It’s free as a one time only for all couples who have recently joined.”

 

Poe’s heart started to beat faster. Did they really look like a couple? Poe could have only hoped for it to be true, but this was far too embarrassing. What would Ranpo even think? Poe had to fix this.

 

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, but—“

 

Ranpo practically jumped in his seat with a bright look on his face. “We’ll take it!” 

 

“But R-Ranpo, we’re not a—!”

 

“C’mon Poe, it tastes sweet and it’s free. We can’t pass this up.” Ranpo took the glasses from the waitress and shoved one into Poe’s hand. He held up his glass and winked. “Isn’t that right, honey?”

 

Poe’s breath caught in his throat. So this is how it was going to be, pretending to be a couple just for some free drinks. Well, he’s committed worse crimes so this shouldn’t be too hard, right? 

 

All Poe could do was hum in awkward agreement as he raised his glass. The waitress walked elsewhere as their glasses clinked together in perfect sync.

 

Poe took a sip first and basked in the surprisingly delightful sweetness as Ranpo eyed his own drink. 

 

Poe noticed that Ranpo went to take a sip before stopping to inspect it more, but he paid no mind as he drank more. An addicting warmth filled his insides with every drop. He didn’t care much for sweets, but this was an obvious exception. 

 

Ranpo finally looked up from his drink. “Hey Poe, there’s something up with…”

 

Poe only drank about half the glass before he started to feel strange. Ranpo must have noticed as he got up from his seat and was quickly by his side. Poe tensed at the feeling of Ranpo’s hands on his back. Something was off. He felt so much more sensitive to Ranpo’s touch than usual.

 

“Poe, Poe… are you doing alright?”

 

“I-I…” Poe felt a bit dizzy, but not from being tipsy or tired or any sort of the usual effects of alcohol. But it didn’t quite feel bad either. “…I feel strange.”

 

Ranpo helped Poe out of his seat and headed towards the exit. “How so?”

 

“I feel… I feel as if I’m covered in tingling cotton, both inside and out… If that even remotely makes sense.” Poe stumbled out of the front door and put a hand to his face. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this. I… I must have had too much to drink.”

 

Ranpo hummed as they waited on the curb outside. “With how much you love wine, I highly doubt you’re actually drunk.” 

 

Poe barely had the chance to question the comment when a cab pulled up beside them. The two got in as Poe mumbled to the driver the directions to his place.

 

The car ride had been nothing short of a nightmare as Poe arrived at a certain predicament. His body grew hotter and his muscles became tense, all because of the person sitting next to him. All it took was for their knees to bump and thighs to touch with the turn of the car for Poe to nearly lose his mind.

 

Poe dug his nails painfully into his legs, just in order to fight the overwhelming temptation to touch Ranpo. 

 

He turned his head ever so slightly to watch the city night lights dance across Ranpo’s features. He looked so exquisite. Poe wanted nothing more than to touch that beautiful face. To run his hands through and tug on his jet black hair. To kiss his wonderful lips. To bite his slender neck and…

 

Ranpo glanced back and raised an eyebrow as Poe snapped his gaze forward, pretending he never looked.

 

What had gotten over him? It must have been all the wine that made him feel so strange. It was the alcohol that made him feel warm, that made him feel fuzzy, that made him want— No, crave his best friend and rival like this. It was beyond embarrassing. It was shameful.

 

Poe yelped when a hand touched his shoulder. Ranpo backed off slightly, but still held out a hand in assistance as he opened the car door. Ah, so they made it to his home.

 

——

 

Poe would have almost collapsed through the front door if Ranpo hadn’t caught him. But Poe would have rathered a face full of  hardwood floor than for Ranpo’s hands to wrap firmly around his middle as warmth filled his body. 

 

“Poe, Poe! Hey, listen to me!” Ranpo shouted.

 

He needed to get out of this nightmare and fast and squirming did not help as the feeling of their bodies rubbing against each other made things worse.

 

Ranpo went quiet for a moment. “…Edgar, I need you to calm down.”

 

Poe immediately stilled as his face grew hotter. Did Ranpo just…?

 

Suddenly, Ranpo let Poe drop to the floor completely. Ranpo stepped around to stand in front of him as Poe looked away.

 

“R-Ranpo, I am so sorry for tonight. I feel a little… under the weather, to say the least. I’m feeling just a little off, so it must have been the wine. I just—“

 

“It was the wine.”

 

Poe struggled to get up into a sitting position, trying to be subtle as he covered his lap with his cape. “L-Like I said…”

 

“No, this Lover’s Wine’s ‘special ingredient’ was an aphrodisiac. That’s why you’re feeling like this.” Ranpo kneeled down in front of Poe on the floor. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you and your reactions around me tonight. Your tenseness and your longing glances. Besides, your hair doesn’t cover your red face that much.” Ranpo smiled almost triumphantly as Poe tensed so hard he nearly shook.

 

Poe hovered a hand in front of his face in shame.

 

“And with that,” Ranpo continued with a sigh. “You sadly locked in on the first person you saw after drinking the wine, which just so happened to be me. So don’t feel bad, Poe. Just get some sleep and you’ll forget all about this thing in the morning.” Ranpo glanced to the side, an unreadable look on his face. “I promise I won’t tell anyone about your little temporary love for me.”

 

Before Ranpo could get up and leave, Poe tugged on his cape, stopping him in his tracks.

 

“…who said it was temporary?”

 

Ranpo looked down at Poe. “What?”

 

Poe looked up as he shook. “Who said I didn’t always love you?”

 

Ranpo sighed. “The wine, it’s—“

 

“No!” Poe shouted, his grip on the cape tightening. “It’s not just the wine that’s making me feel this way. I’ve had feelings for you for years, Ranpo. Years.” Poe looked away ashamedly as he continued, “I know I keep saying that we’re rivals, but…  I just didn’t know how else to cope with how I’ve felt. I want nothing more than to be by your side. I want to be there in your brightest moments, to be there for you when you are destroyed, to be there with you even in the intermediate when things have yet to come. I-I… I just want to be with you, Ranpo. For as long as you’ll have me.”

 

Ranpo let out a stunned breath he had been holding. He dropped to knees and got into Poe’s space, earning an embarrassed squeak from Poe. Interest gleamed in Ranpo's eyes.

 

“So that’s what love is defined as?”

 

“Well, uh…” This was not the response Poe was expecting from a heartfelt confession years in the making. “I suppose so.”

 

Ranpo leaned in closer. “That’s what I’ve been feeling then? Love?”

 

“Do… Do you feel love… for me?”

 

Ranpo nodded. “Now that I have a definition, I know it.” He opened his bright green eyes to stare comfortingly into Poe’s  “I love you too, Poe.”

 

Poe finally let his heart soar out of his chest. He felt a single tear fall, but Ranpo quickly wiped it away. He opened and closed his mouth in an attempt to say something, anything, but nothing came out.

 

“Now that that’s out of the way…” Ranpo leaned in to whisper against his ear, sending a shiver down Poe’s spine. “I’m going to try something… stop me if you don’t like it.” 

 

Before Poe could say a word, Ranpo closed the distance between their lips. Warmth shot through Poe’s body as Ranpo put a hand to his face and tilted to kiss him better. 

 

Ranpo parted a mere inch away as they breathed into each other's space. He opened his mouth to say something probably important but Poe couldn’t take it any more. This feeling of oversensitivity and bliss was too much, he needed Ranpo more. So he grabbed Ranpo by the collar and smashed their lips together again.

 

Ranpo, though surprised, melted into the kiss. He placed a gentle hand on Poe’s upper thigh and was taken aback when Poe jolted back with a yelp so forceful he nearly fell over.

 

“I-I’m sorry!” Poe panicked, gripping his cape hard. He scooted back further away from Ranpo. “That was, um, very nice! But I do believe I must be going—“

 

“To where? This is your place.” Ranpo crawled his way over to Poe curiously.

 

“It’s alright! M-Maybe I’ll simply sleep in a hotel or something tonight, or—“ As Ranpo got closer, Poe shot out his arm in an attempt to keep Ranpo at bay. Embarrassment filled his ever increasing tingling body. He desired Ranpo so badly, but at this rate he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself if he didn’t put a stop to this now.

 

Ranpo suddenly stopped advancing and looked down. “Oh.” 

 

Poe followed Ranpo’s gaze to his lap. He must have accidentally moved his cape away from himself at some point, only to reveal a rather painful tent in his pants.

 

The two stared at each other, Poe’s face slightly hotter than Ranpo's. 

 

Any words or excuses Poe had promptly died in his throat as Ranpo inched closer. He snuck a hand up Poe’s leg with his thumb wrapped around his inner thigh. Poe’s breath hitched as Ranpo leaned in to whisper in his ear.

 

“How about we make use of the wine’s effect on you and head to the bedroom?” Ranpo slid his hand up further as Poe whimpered. “What do you say, Edgar?”

 

Poe’s breath came out in hot pants. “P-Please… I’ve wanted you for so long, Ranpo. I can’t possibly wait any longer.”

 

Ranpo smirked playfully. “Let’s get to it then.”

 

——

 

The two were down to just their button up shirts and boxers when the back of Poe’s knees hit the bed sheets below. They adjusted enough so that Poe could lay his head on the pillow. Ranpo practically pounced on top of him and ravished his neck in little kisses. 

 

Poe squirmed as his over sensitive neck was kissed and licked. He tried to still himself but it didn’t seem to be enough as Ranpo grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head to the side, leaving his neck wide open.

 

With one, hard suck to the skin Poe immediately lost his composure. He grabbed him by the waist and rolled over, pinning a stunned Ranpo to the sheets. 

 

“What… wait, are you…?” Ranpo breathed out as Poe sat up undid his own buttoned shirt. With a single gesture, Ranpo scrambled to do the same.

 

“I’ve had enough of your teasing, Ranpo. I can’t take it anymore. I want to ravish you, right here and now.”

 

Ranpo choked on his own breath as he stared up in awe. Poe could feel Ranpo’s arousal underneath him, so he must have been doing good.

 

After a bit of time, all of their clothes were finally off. Ranpo nearly spluttered when he saw Poe’s cock, slender but long. Poe couldn’t help but let out an embarrassed chuckle. 

 

Ranpo suddenly leaned from the bed and opened the bottom drawer of Poe's nightstand. Poe sat confused until Ranpo brought out Poe’s secret bottle of lube. 

 

“Hm, already below halfway empty, huh?” Ranpo asked teasingly as he tipped the bottle back and forth. 

 

Poe’s face flamed. “How did you…?”

 

“Because I’m a master detective, duh. I know everything. I can even figure out who you were thinking about while using it,” he chuckled.

 

But his laughing was cut short as Poe snatched the bottle of lube away and pinned Ranpo’s wrists above his head. Ranpo stayed in place and blushed as Poe let his hair fall to reveal his eyes. 

 

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, my dear Ranpo?”

 

Ranpo swallowed his words and nodded, his face an adorable red. Ranpo always did love praise.

 

“Perfect. You’re all just for me then, aren’t you?” He didn’t know where this confidence was coming from. Maybe the wine? Maybe the years of repressed feelings and urges? Maybe both? Who was to say.

 

Suddenly, Poe stilled as a pressing realization came to mind. “Uhm, Ranpo…” his confidence suddenly diminishing. “I… I don’t have any condoms.”

 

“Do we have to do it with one?”

 

“Well, I mean, I would prefer it. I would rather make a mess of you in other ways besides that.”

 

Ranpo tried to hide his flush as he reached down to his discarded cape. He rummaged through it until he found a couple of condoms. Poe grabbed one and set it to the side.

 

Poe backed up enough to grab Ranpo by his thighs and spread him wide, earning a stuttered moan in response. As Ranpo remained spread, Poe took the lube and spilled some onto his fingers. He grabbed his thigh tight and hovered tantalizingly next to Ranpo’s hole.

 

Poe looked up into Ranpo’s expectant eyes. “May I?”

 

“I might just explode if you don’t.”

 

Poe simply circled teasingly around the skin. “Then what do you say, my dear?”

 

Ranpo grumbled as he threw his head back in frustration. “Please, Ed. Just put your fingers inside and fuck me already… please.”

 

Poe grew harder at the vulgerness of those words, so of course he complied. Poe finished circling and promptly stuck a single finger inside him. After a bit, he stuck in one more which caused a wonderful sound to come from Ranpo’s throat. It was after three fingers that they both became desperate, Ranpo more so with how he fucked himself on the fingers.

 

Poe pulled out not only his fingers, but a whine from Ranpo as well as he backed away. He hesitantly wiped his fingers on his rather nice sheets and slid a condom onto himself. 

 

Poe took Ranpo’s thighs once more and kissed down one, leaving a hard suck towards the base that made Ranpo moan delightfully. He spread his lover open once more and lined himself up to Ranpo’s enticing hole. 

 

“I do hope you’re okay with this. Because if I start, I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

 

“Oh my god, Ed. I want you so bad you can’t even imagine. So just fuck me already, please!”

 

That was all the permission Poe needed to start sinking into Ranpo. They both groaned with pleasure as Poe slowly inched his cock inside. Poe held onto his waist as Ranpo let out a whine when Poe bottomed out. After Poe caught his breath, he started to thrust slowly. 

 

Eventually the thrusts became faster as Poe lost himself in the pleasure. And with Ranpo’s volume of moans, he must have been feeling it too.

 

“P-Please, Edgar. F…Fuck me harder.”

 

Poe leaned down to whisper in his ear as Ranpo had done to him before. “Will you be a good boy for me then? Will you be mine and let me be yours? Will you let me fuck you like this any time we want?”

 

“Yes, yes… yes I will.”

 

“Tell me what you are, my dear Ranpo.” 

 

Ranpo was as blissed out as could be. “I-I… I’m a good boy,” he moaned.

 

“That’s what I wanted to hear. You’re such a good boy, Ranpo. You feel wonderful around me.”

 

Ranpo cried out as Poe pistoned his cock in and out of his ass harder, Poe trying so desperately to please his beloved.

 

Poe slid down Ranpo’s body to kiss his slender neck. Mouthing at the skin as he played with his soft hair. Everything he’s always wanted to do for so, so long.

 

Ranpo let out a surprisingly loud moan when Poe dragged his teeth and bit down on the side of his throat. 

 

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Ranpo almost screamed. 

 

“Do you like it when I do that, my dear?” He whispered. Poe slowed his thrusts but kept them hard and sudden. 

 

Ranpo panted heavily as he nodded his head, unable to find the words to speak through the arousal.

 

Ranpo winced in pleasure as Poe took his leaking cock in hand, stroking it gently. 

 

“Let’s finish together then.” 

 

Poe kissed and licked into Ranpo’s mouth as he pumped his cock and thrusted all at once.

 

Poe felt as though he had the world in the palm of his hands. All those years of hatefulness and rivalry just to cover the pining and occasional lust. It finally came to become something more, something real. 

 

The tingling of his body grew tenfold as he neared his climax, and with the way Ranpo squeezed around him, he was close as well. 

 

Poe finally took Ranpo’s upper thighs in a tight grip and bit into Ranpo’s neck enough to leave a mark. With one final thrust of his cock and one last squeeze of the other’s insides, they came together. 

 

Poe collapsed to the side, blinded by the haze of bliss. He peeled the condom off and threw it somewhere to the side of the bed, too exhausted to take care of it now.

 

“I would say let’s go at it again, but… god am I tired,” Ranpo groaned. “But that was beyond amazing, Poe. Or do you prefer Edgar now?”

 

Even with everything they just did, Poe still managed to flush with embarrassment and cover his face.

 

With a deep sigh, Poe looked over to Ranpo, who stared back with a loving look in his eyes. “Seems as though the wine’s effects have worn off. I don’t feel tingly now.” 

 

Ranpo hummed. “Ah, too bad. I liked it when you were all horny and sensitive. That, and when you took charge and gave it to me nice and hard.” Ranpo winked seductively. 

 

“Please don’t tell me you liked me better that way.” Poe felt self consciousness creeping in slowly.

 

“What?” Ranpo looked baffled. “Of course not. I thought the number two best detective was smarter than that!” Ranpo said as he poked Poe’s nose. “I’m not the ‘friends with benefits’ type, you know. I actually love you. Okay, Edgar?”

 

Poe chuckled, a blush coming to his face once again. “Why did I ever worry?”

 

Ranpo opened his arms as an invitation. Poe obliged as they, although sticky with sweat, cuddled through the rest of the night.






Notes:

I’m physically incapable of writing any smut that isn’t adorable actually