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On a cold, restless night, sirens wailed through the air near a busy street. People gathered around, their faces tense with fear, while yellow caution tape cordoned off the area. At the center of it all lay a man, lifeless and cold.
Another case.
"Male, age 36, occupation: taxi driver. Cause of death: still unknown." A member of the investigative team reported. "We've examined the deceased, but no poison or clues suggest how he died."
"This is the third victim…" Amamiya muttered, frowning as she looked at the body. Frustration etched across her face, she ruffled her hair in anger. "Damn it! What in the world is going on here? If this keeps up, it’ll bring shame on the Metropolitan! You there—search the area again. There must be something. And tell the onlookers to head home."
In their focused frenzy, no one noticed the piercing blue eyes watching them from a distance, a hint of mischief glinting in their depths.
"Don't just focus on the body, Amamiya-kun," he murmured to himself, flashing a sly smile before blending into the crowd. "I've done my work, cousin."
“That’s the last one,” Ron muttered, brushing his hands off. “Should’ve told Uncle Dan not to set up the same old murder scene again—it’s getting boring covering for that. And don’t forget our deal.”
“Well done, Ron. I’ll leave you and your precious Japan in your hands for now,” replied a voice through his earpiece, a hint of amusement in the tone. “But stay ready, just in case we need you again.”
-
"Ugh, stinks!"
In a cozy apartment, a police detective was cleaning out the cat’s litter box, wrinkling his nose as he worked. The cat, unbothered, lazily swayed its tail, watching as Toto grimaced. Once he was done, he walked to the bathroom to wash his hands.
When he returned, the news was on TV, discussing a recent case. The anchor reported that the Metropolitan Police’s investigation team was still hard at work at the scene.
"..Amamiya-senpai," Toto murmured, his face clouded with worry. She’d told him about the case but asked him to stay back, saying he’d just add to the team’s stress.
Setting his jaw in determination, Toto grabbed his coat and headed toward the door. He wouldn’t just sit around; there had to be a way he could help, somehow.
"I’m back, my love~" called Kamonohashi Ron, his lover, entering the apartment with a bright smile.
"Welcome back, but I need to go somewhere," Toto said firmly, attempting to brush past him.
Ron caught his arm gently. "Eh? Not even a welcome kiss? Where are you off to in such a rush? It’s already late."
"I’m heading to the department. I want to help Amamiya-senpai," Toto replied, stubbornly trying to move toward the door.
Ron’s grip tightened, just enough to keep him in place but never to hurt. "But love, didn’t Amamiya-kun send you home? She’d be pretty annoyed if you showed up again."
"That-…" Toto trailed off, lowering his gaze. Ron was right; if he showed up uninvited, Amamiya would probably just scold him and send him home.
He knew he wasn’t the star of the team, mostly handling paperwork. But still, if only he could be more useful, if he could come up with his own deductions—maybe then Amamiya and the others would see him differently.
"Love, are you overthinking again?"
A gentle hand tilted Toto’s chin up, bringing his gaze to Ron’s. Those piercing blue eyes, glimmering with warmth beneath his tousled bangs, made it hard to look away. And that soft smile—Toto couldn’t help but adore it.
"I just...want to help," he mumbled.
Ron drew him close, enveloping him in a warm hug and gently playing with the back of his fluffy brown hair. "Shh. You trust Amamiya-kun, right?"
Toto nodded slowly, sinking into the hug and resting his head against Ron’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat.
"Then trust her decision. She didn’t send you home because you’re no use. I’ve seen how hard you work, staying up late to finish reports. She probably sent you home so you could rest." Ron’s voice was soft, soothing, as he kissed the top of Toto’s head, whispering, "You’ve worked hard."
Toto let himself relax, Ron’s warm hug and gentle words melting his worries. He didn’t even notice when Ron quietly took his coat from his arms and hung it back up. "You think so?"
"Of course! I know better because I'm your boyfriend. Now, how about we go inside? I still haven’t gotten my welcome kiss."
Ron's cheerful tone lightened the mood, and Toto chuckled, pushing him playfully. "Go shower first, you stink!"
"What!? I don’t stink! Come here and kiss me."
"No shower, no kiss," Toto teased, heading back inside. Maybe he should trust Amamiya’s decision, just like Ron said.
"Now, don’t be so cruel, Toto!" Ron whined, while turning around to close the door. His gentle smile shifted into something darker as he locked the door, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he hummed,, "My sweet Toto~"
-
"It's rare to have you join me for groceries," Toto mutters, holding up two cabbages and inspecting them carefully.
"Isn't it?" Ron hums, his voice smooth and teasing. "Don’t worry, Love. From today on, I’m all yours. Every second, every moment~" He tugs the shopping basket closer, leaning slightly into Toto's space.
Toto narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious. "What... did you get fired?"
Ron laughs, the sound deep and warm. "Of course not. If I got fired, who’d feed our cat? Or you, for that matter?"
"Excuse me, need I remind you who always buys the cat food?" Toto snaps back, holding his ground.
"No need to go that far, Detective Isshiki." Ron steps closer, the playful glint in his blue eyes turning into something more intense. He slips an arm around Toto's waist, pulling him closer. His voice drops, low and sultry, as he leans in to whisper against Toto's ear. "Besides, don't you think it's about time we spent more of our days off together? It's been too long."
Toto's breath hitches, and the cabbage nearly slips from his hand. He catches Ron's gaze—those piercing blue eyes staring straight through him—and immediately looks away, heat flooding his face.
But then, unable to resist, he shyly glances back up, mumbling under his breath. "T-Tomorrow's my day off too, so... maybe..."
Oh?
Ron's smirk widens, his sharp eyes gleaming with amusement and something darker.
Of course, he knows Toto's schedule—he always does. But seeing his lover stammering, his face flushed, his words trailing off with that telltale nervousness... it can only mean one thing.
It’s an invitation. And Ron never refuses an invitation.
Sliding his hand from Toto’s waist to the small of his back, he leans in just a fraction closer, his breath ghosting over Toto's ear. "Well then," he murmurs, his voice laced with promise, "I suppose I’ll have to make tonight... unforgettable."
Toto’s heart pounds in his chest, his mind racing as Ron pulls back slightly, the corners of his mouth quirking into a knowing smile.
"Excuse me..."
A sudden voice behind them made Toto flinch. He quickly pushed Ron away and turned around.
Standing there was an old lady, smiling warmly as she held out a list. "Young man, could you help me with my groceries?"
Toto blinked and glanced at Ron, who simply smiled and nodded. Without hesitation, Toto stepped forward. "Of course! I'll help you!"
The old lady’s smile widened. "Thank you. You're such a kind person."
"I just want to help," Toto replied, his own smile bright. Then, turning to Ron, he asked, "Are you coming?"
"It's fine," Ron said with a casual wave. "I'll handle our groceries. It'll be faster this way."
"Alright, but don’t fill the basket with anything weird!" Toto warned before he began leading the old lady to another aisle.
Ron chuckled softly, watching them leave. His smile faded, though, as he felt someone else’s presence behind him.
"Didn’t I tell you not to find me when I’m not alone?" Ron muttered without turning around.
"That’s why I sent him away," came the low, casual response.
Ron turned to see a man in loose clothing holding a shopping basket, casually pretending to browse the shelves. But Ron knew better—this wasn’t some random shopper. It's a disguise.
"Is she just a regular person?" Ron asked, his tone sharp.
The 'man' shrugged. "Just an old lady who genuinely needed help with her groceries. I simply took advantage of the situation to separate your sweetheart from you for a bit. You did say he can’t resist helping people in need."
Ron’s jaw tightened. "Good. Keep it that way. None of you are to go near him."
"Relax," the man said with a sigh. "We don’t have anything to do with him." He lowered his voice as he continued, "Big brother said there’s a job for you."
Ron frowned. "He couldn’t just call?"
The man turned, brushing past Ron with deliberate casualness. "The thing is..." he whispered as he passed, "it’s not here."
Before Ron could respond, the man was gone.
When Ron looked down to his basket, he noticed two plane tickets to England sitting on top of the groceries.
He stared at them for a moment before a slow, amused grin spread across his face. "Well... it’s been a while since I’ve had some real fun."
-
"I can’t."
"Why not?" Ron whined, tightening his arms around Toto. They were nestled on the couch, Toto perched on Ron's lap as he gently rocked him side to side. "I won these tickets for us!"
"I have work, remember?" Toto smiled, running a hand through Ron’s messy hair.
"Then tell your boss you’re taking a vacation," Ron shot back, his lips forming a playful pout.
Toto gave him a pointed look. "Do you even know who Amamiya-senpai is?"
"Let me handle it, then." Ron smirked, suddenly holding up Toto’s phone, waving it teasingly in his face.
"Hey—give it back!" Toto tried to snatch it, but Ron deftly moved it out of reach.
"Shush, it’s ringing."
A woman’s voice came through the line, sharp and authoritative. "This better be important, Isshiki. What do you want?"
Toto’s panic skyrocketed. "Ron! Give me the—"
"Amamiya-kun, it’s me," Ron cut in smoothly, ignoring Toto’s protests.
There was a noticeable shift in tone on the other end. "Oh! K-Kamoo-sama!" Amamiya stammered, her previously stern voice softening. "Is something wrong?"
"Not at all," Ron said, his voice as calm and charming as ever. "I recently received an invitation from a friend in England. They’re hosting a World Detective Association training session there, and I thought it might be beneficial for Detective Isshiki to attend. Would you consider approving a few days off for him?"
There was a thoughtful hum before Amamiya replied, "A World Detective Association training? That sounds like a productive opportunity. Hmm... fine, as long as it keeps him out of trouble and actually contributes something useful."
Toto’s eyes widened, and he finally managed to wrestle the phone back. "You’re really letting me go to England, Amamiya-senpai?!"
"Don’t embarrass the Metropolitan Police, Isshiki," she snapped, her tone sharp again. "I’ll approve the leave, but send me the letter as proof."
"Y-Yes, thank you, Amamiya-senpai!" Toto said quickly before the call ended. He turned to Ron, his face lighting up with pure excitement. "I-I’m going to England!"
"Yes, you will," Ron said with a soft smile, gently laying Toto down on the couch.
"It'll be my first time in England!" Toto exclaimed, excitement lighting up his face as he imagined all the places he wanted to visit. He didn’t even notice Ron slipping his phone from his hand and placing it on the coffee table.
"I'll show you around," Ron replied smoothly, his fingers already working to unbutton Toto's shirt. "Just tell me where you want to go."
"There are so many places... and so much food I want to try. But what I really want to see the most is—" Toto paused mid-sentence, suddenly feeling a cool breeze on his skin. He looked down, startled to see that Ron had already slipped his pants off.
"What are you doing!?" Toto asked, his voice rising in a mix of panic and confusion.
"Hm? Go on, don’t mind me," Ron said casually, gathering Toto's clothes and tossing them to the floor. He leaned back with a mischievous smirk. "Just preparing for my reward."
"R-Reward? What reward!?" Toto stammered, trying to sit up, only for Ron to gently push him back down onto the couch.
"Well," Ron began, his voice low and deliberate, "I got us those tickets, secured your days off, and even took care of our groceries. Don’t you think I deserve something in return?"
"T-That’s not—" Toto’s protest faltered as Ron leaned over him, his hand sliding beneath Toto’s back, tracing soft circles down his spine before drifting lower. Toto’s breath hitched, his words caught in his throat. "Ron..."
"Didn’t you say you have the day off tomorrow?" Ron murmured, his lips brushing against Toto’s ear as he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of Toto’s underwear. His voice dipped, smooth and teasing. "And I did say I was going to make tonight unforgettable..."
Toto bit down on his lip, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape as Ron’s hand firmly gripped his ass. "The flight... should be—"
"Tomorrow night," Ron interrupted, his voice a low murmur as he slowly ground his hips against Toto’s. "Which gives us plenty of time to prepare." He leaned closer, brushing his lips against Toto’s ear. "Don’t you miss me? We barely have time together anymore."
"You—mhh..." Toto tried to respond, but his voice faltered as Ron’s other hand slid up his chest, finding his nipple and pinching it gently. The rush of sensations overwhelmed him, and he arched involuntarily, soft whimpers escaping despite his effort to stay composed. "Please..."
Ron’s lips curled into a sly smirk, his movements deliberate and unhurried. "Please what, Toto?"
Toto’s face flushed a deep red, his breath ragged as he clung to Ron’s shirt like it was the only thing grounding him. His gaze met Ron’s, a mix of desperation and surrender in his expression. "Do it... mhh... please... Ron..."
Ron bit down on his bottom lip, savoring the sight before him. His hand, which had been teasing Toto’s chest, trailed upward to cradle his flushed face.
"Oh, Toto," Ron murmured, his voice dripping with desire, "I’ve been craving that look on you... the one only I get to see."
-
"Toto," Ron murmured, voice thick with desire as his fingers thrust deep, drawing out yet another shuddering moan from the man beneath him. "You’re taking my fingers so well. Has it really been that long?"
Toto’s cheeks flushed crimson, his hands gripping the couch tightly as he fought to steady his breath. "R-Ron... ahh... enough of t-that," he whimpered, his voice breaking as another wave of pleasure rippled through him.
Ron pushed himself up from Toto’s chest, a teasing grin on his face as a thin string of saliva clung between his lips and Toto’s sensitive skin. "It’s been too long, hasn’t it?" he murmured, his tone low and tantalizing. "I need to make sure you’re ready."
His fingers pressed deeper, curling just right, earning a loud, uninhibited moan from Toto.
"You haven’t been touching yourself, right?" Ron asked, his other hand slipping up to gently hold Toto’s flushed face.
Toto shook his head, his body trembling from the relentless sensations. "I-I haven’t," he managed, voice barely above a whisper.
"I can tell," Ron whispered against his cheek, placing a tender kiss there before trailing his lips down Toto’s jaw. His hand wrapped around Toto’s length, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. "You only want me to touch you, don’t you?"
"Yes—ahh... Ron... please," Toto begged, his voice desperate, his hips involuntarily bucking into Ron’s hand. "Stop teasing me... please."
Ron chuckled, soft and dangerous, as he pulled away, his hands leaving Toto’s trembling body. Toto whined at the loss of contact, only to watch in anticipation as Ron’s hands moved to his own waistband.
With deliberate slowness, Ron stripped off his pants and underwear, his movements measured, teasing, and wholly purposeful.
"You’re so greedy, Toto," Ron murmured, his smirk widening as Toto’s eyes fixed on him, widening slightly at the sight of him fully exposed.
Even though it wasn’t the first time, Toto’s breath hitched, his thighs instinctively pressing together in response.
"Oh, no," Ron said, voice low and sultry, as he closed the gap between them, his hands finding their way to Toto’s knees. "Don’t think you’re getting away, not after begging me like that."
With a firm yet gentle grip, Ron spread Toto’s legs again, leaning down until their foreheads almost touched. His gaze, darkened with desire, met Toto’s hazy one, and he whispered, "Now... let me take care of you properly."
-
Slowly sinking into the overwhelming heat, Ron fought to keep control of himself. The tightness wrapped around him was nearly unbearable, even after he had spent so much time preparing Toto for him. His breath hitched as he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush against Toto’s trembling body.
"Toto, love," Ron groaned, his voice rough, strained. "How... are you still this tight? Mhh—" He bit down on his lip, trying to suppress the primal urge to lose himself completely. But he couldn’t—not yet. Toto’s comfort and pleasure always came first. Always.
Meanwhile, Toto was a trembling mess beneath him, his chest rising and falling in rapid gasps as he covered his flushed face with his hands, desperate to muffle the sounds spilling uncontrollably from his lips. The sensation of Ron filling him completely—stretching him so perfectly—was too much. It was overwhelming, consuming.
"Toto," Ron murmured gently, his large hands moving to softly pull Toto’s hands away from his face. He needed to see him. And when he did, his breath caught. Toto’s unfocused, tear-filled eyes stared up at him, glazed over with pleasure so intense it had rendered him completely undone.
Ron’s gaze trailed downward, admiring the marks he had left scattered across Toto’s delicate skin. Faint bruises bloomed along his collarbone and neck, where Ron’s lips and teeth had claimed him earlier. His body glistened with sweat, flushed and trembling, arching ever so slightly in response to Ron’s presence inside him.
A slow, satisfied grin spread across Ron’s face as he took in the sight. Toto looked absolutely breathtaking—like a work of art, a masterpiece created entirely by him. And that kind of reaction, the sheer eroticism of Toto being this undone just from having Ron inside him, sent a surge of possessive pride coursing through him.
"Look at you," Ron whispered, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction as he leaned down, brushing his lips over Toto’s trembling ones. "This... this is all mine. You’re all mine."
His hands slid down to grip Toto’s hips firmly, his thumbs brushing soothing circles into his skin as he added in a darker tone, "No one else could ever make you feel like this. No one will ever touch you. And if anyone tries—" Ron’s lips curled into a dangerous smirk as his voice dropped to a husky growl, "They wouldn’t live long enough to regret it."
Toto’s breath hitched at the raw, possessive intensity in Ron’s words. His arms reached up to wrap around Ron’s neck, pulling him closer, completely surrendering himself to the man who owned every part of him—body, mind, and soul.
"T-Toto..." Ron panted, his breath ragged as he laced their fingers together, grounding himself in the warmth of his lover. He leaned down, capturing Toto’s lips in a heated, desperate kiss. Slowly, he pulled out, leaving just the tip inside, before thrusting back into him with a force that made Toto cry out. His scream was muffled against Ron's lips, their moans blending into one.
Ron didn’t hold back, his movements raw and relentless as he drove into Toto over and over again. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed loudly in the room, the couch beneath them creaking dangerously under the intensity of his thrusts.
"Toto, Toto, my sweet Toto" Ron groaned, his voice heavy with pleasure. His lips moved from Toto’s mouth to his flushed cheeks, kissing and licking every inch of his face. "I love you. I love you so much," he whispered between deep, erratic breaths.
Toto's head fell back, his voice breaking into unrestrained cries as Ron hit the deepest part of him again and again. The overwhelming pleasure consumed him, leaving him trembling beneath Ron's touch. "R-Ron—ahh, mhh—s-slow down, please!" he begged, though his body betrayed him, arching into Ron’s relentless rhythm.
"But your body’s saying otherwise, love," Ron growled, his voice dripping with lust. His movements didn’t falter as he pushed Toto’s thighs up, folding him completely until his knees pressed to his chest. The new angle had Ron sinking impossibly deeper, pulling loud, uncontrollable moans from Toto. "You feel so good, Toto. So perfect for me."
Toto gasped sharply, his back arching off the couch as his nails raked down Ron’s back, leaving red, angry trails in their wake. Every thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure through him, his mind completely blank from the intensity.
Ron grinned, his pace increasing as he felt Toto clench tighter around him. His voice softened, almost tender despite the heat between them. "How about we get married, hmm? Love, wouldn’t you like that? Be mine forever..." His thrusts grew harder, deeper. "What if anyone else dared to take you from me? But how could they if they’d be dead before they even tried, right?"
Toto could barely respond, his mind lost to the overwhelming sensations. "R-Ron, Ron, Ron," he cried out, his nails digging deeper into Ron’s skin as the pleasure built to a breaking point.
The way Ron moved, the way he whispered possessive promises into his ear, drove Toto further into the abyss of pleasure. Nothing else existed—just Ron, and the way he made him feel.
"Already? Come with me, love," Ron groaned into Toto's ear, his voice low and dripping with lust as his pace remained relentless. Toto’s body trembled beneath him, his eyes rolling back as the pleasure became unbearable, overwhelming every sense.
The heat, the friction, and the raw intimacy between them drove both men over the edge. Their voices intertwined in desperate cries as they reached their peak together, screaming each other's names. Toto’s release spilled hot and sticky between their stomachs, while Ron buried himself deep one last time, spilling into his lover with a guttural moan.
Toto whimpered softly at the sensation, his body still trembling as he tried to catch his breath. Their panting filled the room, the intensity of their climax leaving them both spent yet utterly satisfied. They slowly came down from the high, the aftershocks of their passion still tingling through their bodies.
As their breathing evened out, Ron gently rested his weight on Toto, his arms wrapped loosely around him. The warmth between them was comforting, and for a brief moment, the world felt still. Toto lazily ran his fingers through Ron's messy hair, his eyes half-lidded as a soft smile tugged at his lips.
He pressed a tender kiss to Toto’s temple, his lips lingering as he whispered, “You okay, love?” His voice was softer now, full of care.
Toto nodded weakly, his body still trembling from the intensity. “Mm-hmm… Just tired,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. "You’re insane, you know that? I’m going to be sore the entire trip, and whose fault is that?"
"Mine, and I’m not sorry," Ron replied shamelessly, a teasing grin spreading across his face. He pulled back slightly, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief as they roamed over Toto's flushed, marked-up body.
Toto shifted under his gaze, his cheeks reddening. "Stop staring, Ron. I feel like I’ve been dissected."
Ron raised an eyebrow, his grin turning into a smirk. "Dissected? No, love. Admired." His hand trailed lazily down Toto's side, sending a shiver through him. "You’re a masterpiece. My masterpiece."
"Ron..." Toto began, but his words faltered as Ron leaned down, capturing his lips in a slow, deep kiss. The kind of kiss that made Toto forget how tired he was, forget about their flight, forget about anything that wasn’t Ron.
When they finally pulled apart, Toto’s breath hitched as Ron’s hand slipped lower again, grazing his sensitive skin. "Ron," he murmured, voice trembling. "We just finished—"
"I know," Ron whispered, his voice husky, desire already darkening his eyes. "But I’ve been pent up, Toto. It’s been so long, and I can’t get enough of you." He pressed his forehead against Toto’s, his lips brushing lightly against his lover’s. "Please, love... just one more time."
Toto groaned, both exasperated and aroused. "We have a flight tomorrow-,"
Before Toto could protest further, Ron shifted their positions with practiced ease, flipping them so Toto was now straddling him, his knees on either side of Ron’s hips.
Ron lay back against the couch, his hands resting on Toto’s waist to steady him. The sudden change made Toto gasp sharply, the new angle sending Ron’s length even deeper inside him.
"R-Ron!" Toto whimpered, his body trembling as the intense sensation overwhelmed him.
Ron grinned up at him, his eyes darkened with desire. His hands slid up to cup Toto’s flushed face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks.
"Tomorrow night. That’s plenty of time to rest after this round." Ron murmured, his voice low and teasing.
Toto’s nails dug into Ron’s chest as he adjusted to the deeper intrusion, his breath hitching. "You—ah—you’re impossible," he managed to say, though his body betrayed him, leaning into Ron as pleasure coursed through him.
Ron chuckled, his hands guiding Toto's movements as he began to lift him slowly before letting him sink back down, earning a strangled moan from his lover. "And you’re perfect," Ron replied, his voice strained as he fought to keep his composure. "So perfect, love... just for me."
"...hahh.. Fine," Toto finally managed, his voice breathless. "But this is really the last one."
Ron grinned wickedly. "Whatever you say, love."
And with that, he claimed him once more, their passion igniting again despite the clock ticking toward their upcoming journey.