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   Goro knew something was up the second he got to Leblanc’s attic. It was after hours and Kurusu sent him a message about a quick late-night meeting. He had to keep up appearances, so he went. This entire thing was stupid. He should just take them down and not bother gaining their trust. 

   He locked the door once he entered like Kurusu had told him in the text. The bell above jingled quietly. He hated that thing. It announced his presence and ruined every chance he had of listening to something interesting. This whole Phantom Thieves business was stupid. They could easily wipe out their enemies, but they’re too moral to do it.

   Goro went up the stairs slowly, trying to avoid the creaky steps. He memorized which ones creaked after his first visit. He hated the skills he got from the foster homes. 

   When Goro got to the room, he realized that something was off. That something was the fact that Kurusu and Sakamoto were the only ones here. “I thought this was a Phantom Thieves meeting,” Goro said. He didn’t bother with greetings. Part of him wanted to smile when he saw the immediate disdain cross Sakamoto’s face. 

   “It’s guy's night,” Kurusu said. The way he said it was too nonchalant for Goro. 

   “Morgana and Kitagawa-kun aren’t here.”

   Kurusu’s mouth twitched. “They’re busy.”

   Goro grit his teeth, trying his hardest to keep the pleasant facade instead of strangling him. “I think my packed schedule qualifies as busy.” Was he seriously trying to waste his time? Sakamoto paused the video game he was previously immersed in, foot propped up on the table. He was being unnaturally quiet. 

   “Aw, but you always make time for me,” Kurusu tilted his head, “I know I’m your favorite.” 

   That bastard. Goro’s smile was venomous. Kurusu was infuriatingly attractive and Goro could barely control himself around the thief. The way he acted in the Metaverse made his blood boil - and not always in a bad way. Sakamoto was an idiot. Goro didn’t pay much attention to him, but he would admit that he was jealous of his loyalty. It pissed him off. 

   “Very well.” Goro leaned against the banister, crossing his arms. “What is this team-building exercise?”

   “Let’s play truth or dare!” It seemed like Sakamoto found his voice. Goro rolled his eyes. Play nice, play nice. 

   Kurusu piled pillows and blankets on the floor for them to sit on. Goro tried to keep a distance, but there was no getting away. Why would he even agree to this? This is ridiculous and childish. He had never played truth or dare before, but he understood the concept. The dares were probably stupid and embarrassing, but Goro didn’t know what the truths could possibly be.

   “Okay, Akira, truth or dare?”

   “Dare.”

   Kurusu was confident when he wasn’t around the other thieves. It didn’t look like he was subduing himself. Sakamoto grinned. “I dare you to show us what you keep in your backpack.”

   Kurusu glared at him like he was stupid. Goro couldn’t disagree. Kurusu reached across the floor to grab his school bag and Goro couldn’t help but glance at the exposed sliver of skin when his shirt lifted. Kurusu opened the bag. He took out a single notebook, one pen, a bag of cat treats, receipts, and a pair of handcuffs.

   Goro couldn’t help but stare at them.

   “I stole these,” Kurusu said to him, dangling the handcuffs from his finger. “I couldn’t help myself.”

   “Do you even have the key, dude?” Sakamoto snickered, eyes darting from the cuffs to Goro. 

   “No, but they’re not real.”

   “For a straight-A student, you have, like, nothing in your bag.” Sakamoto looked through the notebook. There were barely any notes. “What?! How are you even passing?!”

   “I’m naturally smart,” Kurusu teased. He stuffed everything back in the bag except the handcuffs. “Okay, Akechi, truth or dare?”

   Shit. If Goro chose truth, he could just lie. Yeah, he liked that option better. “Truth.”

   “Boring,” Sakamoto groaned, “You scared or somethin’?”

   “Of course not!” Goro’s response was indignant - childish. He needed to control himself. 

   “No, it’s okay,” Kurusu said slowly, “Let him pick.” Goro didn’t like his tone. There was something sinister under there. He looked at Goro through his lashes, chin tilted towards his chest. “What’s the most trouble you’ve ever been in?”

   Goro furrowed his brows. What? He never really got in trouble anymore, but… This could be a good time to appear vulnerable. “Back in middle school, I got expelled.”

   “No effin’ way, you’re such a liar!”

   “It’s true!”

   “How?” Sakamoto crossed his arms. He didn’t believe him? Goro rolled his eyes at the blonde oaf. 

   “I didn’t have many friends and I constantly transferred schools. Kids weren’t exactly welcoming. One of them said something about my mother, so I broke his jaw.” Goro shrugged, but he was twisting his thumbs together. “They punish you more for fighting back.”

   He felt a bit of pride at their disbelief. Goro was all bloody knuckles and bad grades until he discovered the Metaverse. Then, he needed to pretend he was a good person. It was his turn. “Sakamoto, truth or dare?”

   “Easy, dare.”

   That wasn’t so easy. Goro didn’t know what to pick. Dammit. “I dare you to, um - I’m not sure…”

   “Man, you guys are so lame.”

   “Well, if you’re such a master of the game, why don’t you pick something?” Goro shouldn’t challenge them. “I dare you to dare me.”

   “That is so dumb, but fine whatever.” Sakamoto looked around, grinning once his eyes landed on the handcuffs. “Let us arrest you.”

   “Really?” Goro raised a brow. He should have come up with that. The three of them stood up and Kurusu had the handcuffs. Goro could see that it had a spring lock to it, so he could easily get out. “I won’t go down that easily.”

   “Careful whatcha wish for.” Sakamoto’s smile was unnerving. 

   “Don’t worry, I won’t break or sue.”

   Sakamoto rolled his eyes. Before Goro could respond, Sakamoto grabbed the back of his neck and shoved him face-first into the cheap plastic table. Kurusu stood behind him, hips too close to comfort. Goro tried to push himself back up, but Sakamoto’s fingers were digging in and Kurusu was already twisting his arms behind his back.

   Goro gasped when one of the cuffs looped around his wrist. Sakamoto was stronger than he looked. Kurusu lifted him once the cuffs were on, forcing his back to arch as Kurusu pressed against his ass. It was unintentional, so it shouldn’t be affecting Goro like this. His face was bright red. “You’re under arrest,” Kurusu whispered against his ear.

   Sakamoto snickered, shoving Goro down into the pillows. “There ya go,” he said, “Now you gotta stay like that.”

   “What?! That wasn’t part of the dare.”

   “It is now!”

   Goro was out of breath - 

   Kurusu’s eyes were boring into him as if they could see straight into his soul. His pathetic enjoyment of the situation. Goro’s hair was disheveled, arms uncomfortably locked behind his back. The release trigger wasn’t within reach of his fingers, so Goro couldn’t get himself out like he had thought.

   Goro knew that if they wanted to, they could easily take advantage of him.

   “Akechi? It’s your turn to pick truth or dare.” Kurusu waved in front of his face. Fuck, was he zoned out? 

   “Um… dare?” He should have picked truth. 

   “I dare you to sit on my lap.”

   What? That was ridiculous. Goro couldn’t even get up. He gulped, trying to scoot over slowly. His legs kept getting caught in the blankets. Sakamoto eventually got tired of it and dragged him into Kurusu’s lap by his arms. It seemed so easy for him. 

Goro’s ass ended up pressed against Kurusu’s dick. Surely, he wasn’t hard, right? Goro tried to sit with his knees up so they wouldn’t notice his own issue. “Sakamoto, truth or dare?”

Sakamoto’s gaze had settled on Goro. It was unreadable. Goro kept his pride in check, so it should be impossible for them to know. “Truth,” Sakamoto said. 

   “Tell us about your biggest fear.”

   “Uh, well, when I, uh, broke my leg I was terrified I was never gonna run again.” He was bouncing his leg, even when he was sitting criss-cross. “But now, I think I’m good. Akira, truth or dare.”

   “Dare.” His breath brushed against Goro’s ear, sending goosebumps down his arms. 

   “I dare you to make out with Akechi for ten seconds.”

   Goro was going to explode. What kind of dare is that?! Surely, Kurusu would decline - “Sure, why not?” Fuck. Kurusu gently gripped Goro’s chin, turning his head until Goro could feel his breath on his lips. Was he seriously going to have his first kiss because of a dare? It wasn’t like he would get one anytime soon.

   Kurusu pressed their lips together, slipping his cool tongue into Goro’s hot mouth. He tasted minty. Was this really happening? He was 

   Kurusu. Goro closed his eyes, trying to follow Kurusu’s lead. He rubbed his tongue against Goro’s, sucking it in and moving his lips like he was an expert. His hand had traveled to Goro’s cheek, cradling it with his surprisingly soft hands. 

   Goro let out a quiet whimper. Kurusu’s grip around his waist tightened and his kissing got more aggressive. He started biting at Goro’s lip. The ten seconds ended before Goro was ready, but Kurusu pulled away with a grin. All three of them were bright red. 

   Kurusu looked over to Sakamoto. “Akechi, truth or dare?”

   “Dare.” Goro was breathless. If he was lucky, maybe he could get another kiss. 

   He motioned for Ryuji to come over and the blonde scooted until they were all huddled together. “I dare you to lick from here,” he pressed a finger to the top of Sakamoto’s waistband, “to here.” He dragged that nimble finger all the way up to Sakamoto’s jaw. 

   He couldn’t hold himself up since his arms were behind his back. Kurusu helped move him from his lap. Goro lowered himself as best as he could, but he ended up falling face-first into Sakamoto’s thigh. “Need help?” The blonde was smirking at him, looking down at him. 

   “No.”

   Sakamoto ran a hand through Goro’s hair, pulling the strands and dragging his head until he could reach the waistband. Sakamoto used his other hand to lift his shirt. He was fit. Goro took a steadying breath as he pressed his tongue against the skin. It was soft and muscular. It didn’t taste bad at all. Sakamoto pulled him up by his hair until Goro was able to hold himself up. He dragged his tongue across the smooth skin until he reached Sakamoto’s jaw.

   He ended up struggling to pull back because of the cuffs, chest pressed against Sakamoto’s with his ass in Kurusu’s face. “Sakamoto, truth or dare,” Goro whispered.

   “Dare.”

   This is stupid. Goro was an idiot. “Kiss me.”

   Sakamoto scoffed, but he captured Goro’s lips with his own. He felt Kurusu’s hands wandering behind him, but Goro was too distracted. Sakamoto’s kissing was messier than Kurusu's, but he could feel the passion. 

   “Hey, Akechi,” Kurusu said, “You can call us by our first names if you call us by ours.” Goro just let out a moan in response. He didn’t want to pull away just yet. He was seriously making out with Ryuji Sakamoto? He’d be disgusted if it wasn’t so enjoyable. “Truth or dare?”

   Ryuji pulled back a bit to let Goro answer. “Dare,” he panted out.

   “Suck my dick.”

   Goro turned his head to stare wide-eyed at Akira. He was smirking at him, leaning back on his hands as he watched Goro closely. He nodded, mouth slightly agape and saliva spread across his lips. Akira pulled up one of the folding chairs as Ryuji set up some pillows for Goro’s knees.

   Goro’s heart was thumping violently in his chest. Akira dragged his shirt over his head and let the fabric fall to the floor. Goro was drooling at the sight of him. His skin was pale with the occasional scar from the Metaverse across his body. He had the body of a gymnast. Akira undid his pants and pulled out a cock that Goro wasn’t ready for.

   “Damn, man,” Ryuji said, “You tryin’ to kill him?”

   Goro wasn’t fond of that joke. 

   “He’ll live.” Akira stroked Goro’s soft hair, twirling a strand around his finger. “Right, Goro?”

   Goro was going to die. He licked up the underside of Akira’s cock, wrapping his lips around the head. Akira pursed his lips as he watched. Goro moved his tongue around the head, going down as far as he could. His gag reflex wasn’t too sensitive, but there was no way he could swallow down a whole nine inches. 

   “Hah, shit, you’re pretty good at this,” Akira moaned out, “You look so pretty choking on my dick like this. Such a good boy.”

   Goro felt the heat rush straight to his dick. Ryuji moved behind Goro, undoing his pants and pushing them down his thighs. Goro could hear a bottle snap open. Akira dug his nails into Goro’s scalp, thrusting up into his hot mouth. Goro gagged on it, tears falling out of his eyes. 

   He looked up when he saw a flash. 

   “I wonder how your fans will react if they see the perfect Detective Prince is made for sucking off criminals,” Akira grinned. He pulled Goro off his dick, a string of drool connecting him. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You love attention.”

   “I-I wouldn’t…” His voice came out softer than he wanted.

   “Liar.” Akira shoved him back. Goro fell straight into the blankets. Akira undid Goro’s pants, pulling down his slacks and underwear in one movement. He shivered when the cold air touched his soaked dick. It was so hard it was painful, the tip a furious red as precum leaked from the slit. Akira pumped it a few times as Ryuji pulled Goro’s shirt up.

   Ryuji busied himself with sucking along Goro’s pale neck and jaw, leaving marks wherever he could. Akira took one of Goro’s pink nipples into his mouth, lightly biting on it. Goro couldn’t help the high-pitched, pathetic moans that came out of his mouth. He tried to stifle it by biting his lip.

   Ryuji grabbed his jaw. It felt like his fingertips were going to bruise. “Nuh-uh,” he whispered into Goro’s open mouth, “Don’t try to hide it. Show us what a needy whore you are.” 

   Akira snickered with Goro’s nipple between his teeth. Ryuji pulled Goro up until his back was against Ryuji’s chest, his leg looped underneath one of Ryuji’s strong arms. Akira settled between Goro’s legs, spreading lube over his slender fingers. 

   Goro’s entire body was trembling. He watched with wide eyes as Akira sunk two fingers inside of him, immediately tightening around the digits. Goro gasped, unable to close his legs because of Ryuji. He moaned with every movement, throwing his head back and looking up at Ryuji, who leaned in to kiss him.

   Goro could barely manage kissing back without broken moans pouring out of his throat. “Who woulda thought that Goro Akechi was such a fuckin’ whore,” Ryuji purred, “All this time I wanted you to shut up and I coulda just shoved my dick down your throat. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

   Goro nodded. Akira rubbed lube over his cock, lining the tip up against Goro. “Tell me if it hurts,” he said before kissing Goro. His inside felt like they were on fire. Goro opened his mouth to scream just as Akira wrapped his fingers around Goro’s jaw. “You’re fucking pathetic.” He spat into Goro’s mouth.

   Fuck. Why did he like it so much? Ryuji’s hands were roaming his body, pinching and rolling his nipples between his calloused fingers, reaching down to stroke his neglected cock. Eventually, Ryuji’s left hand settled around Goro’s throat and he squeezed. Goro couldn’t feel anything but them. 

   “Ah, fuck, A-Aki ple-please. Oh fuck, fuck, so good, so good!” 

   Akira grinned up at Ryuji. He pulled out, dragging Goro down before flipping him over and shoving his cock as deep as it would go. “His mouth isn’t only good for lying, you know,” Akira said, “Isn’t that right, Goro? You wanna be a good boy and suck off Ryuji, right?”

   Goro nodded desperately. “Yes, yes, please. I need it, please.” 

   Ryuji finally got naked. His dick was larger than average, but it was smaller than Akira’s. Akira just had to be perfect with fucking everything. Akira shoved Goro’s face down until Ryuji’s dick hit the back of his throat. Ryuji groaned, biting his lip as he fucking into Goro’s mouth.

   The timing of Akira’s thrusts set a good pattern for Goro’s mouth to move. His moans vibrated against Ryuji’s cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. “Fuck, yeah, you’re right Akira.” Ryuji’s hand settled on the back of Goro’s head. “I gotta take a picture of this.”

   Goro didn’t protest as Ryuji propped Akira’s phone against the chair leg. Goro could see himself. “Don’t worry too much,” Akira crooned, digging his fingers into Goro’s hip, “It’ll be our little secret. Hah, fuck, you know what 

pisses me off?”

   Goro couldn’t respond since Ryuji’s dick was blocking his throat. Goro’s eyes were watering as he felt his orgasm coming. It felt so, so, so good. He didn’t think he could ever feel so full and happy. Akira slapped his ass hard enough for the skin to ripple. And again. And again. And again. And he didn’t stop.

   Goro pulled off Ryuji’s cock to scream into his thigh, whimpering and gripping the sheets with white knuckles. “Fuck! Fuck!”

   Ryuji watched Akira with wide eyes, gentle hands still stroking Goro’s hair. He had never seen his leader get so passionate about something. He fucked into Goro hard and fast, never giving him time to catch his breath or even think. “Dude, I-”

   Goro sobbed when he came. The pleasure sent waves through his trembling body, tears streaming down his face. He cursed and begged at the same time, words coming out slurred. Akira grit his teeth, feeling Goro tighten around his cock. “Fuck, shit, I’m gonna fucking - Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming. I’m cumming.” 

   He finished in Goro’s ass, fucking it deeper inside of him before pulling out. Ryuji stared at him for a second before Akira motioned for him to come closer. Ryuji gently moved Goro from him, settling at his ass. 

   Goro’s eyes fluttered open. “C’mon,” he whimpered, “Wanna make you cum too, Ryu.”

   How could he say no to that face? Ryuji’s concern for him was still there even as he slicked his cock up with the lube. Akira bit into the soft globe of Goro’s ass, drawing out a pained mewl from the once-proud detective. 

   “Don’t tell me you think he wants it soft,” Akira grinned, “Look at him. Prim and proper Akechi, turned into a sobbing little slut for us.”

   Ryuji got his dick in easily, fucking into Goro at a slow, agonizing pace. Goro was feeling full and warm again, his body still recovering from the aftershocks of his orgasm. The overstimulation hurt. “Hah, shit, you feel so good, Goro,” Ryuji grunted. 

   He pushed Goro further and further into the blankets, hips slapping hard against Goro’s ass. His ass was fucking huge. It leaked out of Ryuji’s grip just from the sheer fucking size of it. He bit into Goro’s shoulder, listening to him yell in pain. Akira pulled Goro’s face up by his hair and Ryuji got to watch his back arch in a way that didn’t look possible.

   Fuck, why did Goro fucking Akechi have to feel so good and be so fucking hot? It wasn’t fair. He dug his nails into the soft skin, leaving small crescent marks along his marred skin. Akira was marking up all the space Ryuji missed on Goro’s neck, scratching up and down his back. Ryuji could see bruises forming around the handcuffs. 

   Fuck, he could feel his orgasm coming. Ryuji grabbed the back of Goro’s neck, shoving his face down into a pillow. “God, you’re so fucking good, Goro. We should just fuckin’ keep you locked in here.”

   “I like the way you think, Ryu,” Akira said, “What do you think, Goro? You wanna just stay here to be used by us every time we want to fuck?”

   “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, I just wanna be used and filled and -” Goro’s voice cut off in a moan. His body shook like he was having another orgasm, but no cum came out. 

   “Aw, he just had a dry orgasm. Imagine what the world will think.” Akira’s voice was cruel, but it lit up everything Goro liked. Ryuji fucked him faster until he reached his own orgasm, groaning low as he felt his cock throbbing inside of Goro. 

   He fell back, body exhausted from it. They just fucked Goro Akechi - and Goro Akechi fucking loved it. 

   Goro’s hair had stuck to his face from the sweat, drool dripping out the side of his mouth as his starry eyes stared at the phone. Akira unlocked the handcuffs, tossing them away and gently pushing Goro onto his side. They were all sweaty, out of breath, and exhausted.

   Ryuji stopped the recording. His face was soft and full of worry as he pushed the hair out of Goro’s face and mouth. When was the last time anyone looked at Goro with such tenderness? Ryuji pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before taking Goro in his arms. 

   It was already late at this point and Akira was drawing a bath downstairs. Sojiro had one installed for him recently when he remodeled the bathroom, but he kept the shower and bath separate from the public toilet. Ryuji carried Goro down the stairs.

   Goro was too exhausted to move. He let himself be limp as the two idiot Thieves sank into the water with him. He had his back on Akira’s chest, legs on either side of Ryuji. The bathtub was pretty large. Goro felt Ryuji wash between his legs with a cloth as Akira ran soapy fingers through his hair.

   “Why?” Goro croaked, “Why’re you being so nice to me?”

   “We care about you,” Akira whispered, “We wanted to get to know you more, but… things got a little out of hand.”

   “Yeah, you did a great job though,” Ryuji grinned, “And hey, if you want, this doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

Goro hummed, too tired to really think about that offer. He just wanted to sleep. He let himself drift off as the two boys cleaned him up. Akira put him in some underwear and they all climbed into Akira’s tiny bed. Goro was in the middle though, for sure. 

Akira had his back against the wall, arms wrapped around Goro’s torso with Ryuji on the other side. When Goro woke up, they could talk about Shido, but for now - this is all they really needed.