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It had taken six, devastating years to inevitably reconnect with his human vice that was Edogawa Ranpo. The detective, wielder of the ability Super Deduction, the most important ability across the globe. The only one thing in the world worthy of interest. The man that lay in his quarters, an extension of the agency, soundly asleep.
No other individuals were present on the property. Poe had meticulously checked. They were completely alone, the only witnesses of the case laid out before them.
He soundlessly shut the door behind him, creeping closer to the limp form on the bedroll, kneeling beside it to gaze upon his sleep-stricken face. The same face that had haunted him for half a decade, sleeping guiltless and unaware under his careful watch. Age and time apart had only brought about faint smile lines and the growth of his hair, the back of black spikes falling just above his shoulders and bangs scattered about messily, ending below his shut eyes. His sharp features remained youthful and almost childlike in appearance, round cheeks blown out in his unconsciousness. The man’s small form furthered the illusion. Without his consciousness, the constant reminder of this man being better than him, he appeared almost weak. Unable to defend himself, asking for it.
He was just as beautiful as Poe remembered him so long ago. It was like being in the presence of some heavenly creature, too pure for his company. It infuriated him; He hated this creature.
He closed his eyes furiously, tears rising to his canthi while his fists clenched angrily. The author had reluctantly expected the man to be awake and awaiting his arrival, able to detect his sudden malicious intent and ready to face his revengeful opponent. In his fantasy, he would’ve outwitted Poe somehow- made him see incentive in his abilities and, in lack of words- won. Instead, Ranpo’s all-seeing eyes fluttered behind his closed eyelids, breathing shallow as his fingers twitched, unaware.
This man, defenselessly laid before him, had ruined his life. Beaten him pitifully and left him to become scraps of the man he was before, wasted so, so much of his life to a depressive low. Now, the situation had turned to Poe’s favor and his rival was finally human, beatable in his eyes. It wasn’t on fair grounds, but when had they ever been on equal footing?
He had to get revenge, to end his period of misery for good.
But how… ? He had amused himself with the fantasy of wrapping his hands around that thin neck and squeezing until Ranpo stopped breathing, stopped berating him, stopped being greater. Thoughts of ending the man cycled through his mind- in reality it would be quite simple, he was not the fighting kind and Poe had the size factor to his advantage- but a feeling of disgust curled in his insides. He could already see it; His rarely opened eyes unsatisfactorily disappointed, calling his actions expected, calling him uninteresting. Leering at him to just do it already, get it over with.
Ranpo’s cold, dead eyes, mirth and wit and everything gone, forever.
It wasn’t…
He didn’t want…
In the end, killing him wouldn’t solve his problem. A quick fix was needed, a fast but unresolvable revengeful action to put him in his place while Poe could still view the effects. Still have him around, alive.
When the author reopened his eyes, Ranpo still lay peacefully asleep, not quite snoring softly. He took in the details of the sight greedily, the thought of the man dead and gone provoking a feeling of need deep inside of him. Ranpo lay strung about, head along with a shoulder and wrist exposed and bare to his gaze. His torso and other arm were wrapped up in his blanket while his legs and the ends of his pajama shorts peeked out from under it. His feet, spread apart slightly, twitched untimely. Poe watched his figure for some time longer, a shameful curiosity appearing as his gaze lingered on the man’s sleeping attire, or lack of. He reached out a lanky arm to slightly pull at the middle of his short pajama shorts while peering up from his crouched angle on the floor, betraying the man’s privacy shamelessly.
Taking in the sight exposed to him, his mind- previously a feeble flame, weakened spirit due to his failure all those years ago- ignited with sudden possibilities, plots and schemes of malicious vengeance. He felt truly powerful for the first time in half a decade as his ill-intended mind concocted a horrid plan of revenge, cruel as murder without the unfortunate result. To use the detective’s body against him and make him experience loss in a way Poe had, feel like he had felt, give or take.
Well, perhaps that wasn’t the best expression to use in this scenario. Tonight, he was most definitely going to be taking.
Creeping onto the bed on his knees silently and carefully distributing his weight, he pulled at the bottom of his shorts until they lay at the bottom of his thighs and his privacy was exposed to his viewing eye. Holding his breath, he wet a finger in his mouth with his saliva, holding it in front of the unconscious figure’s uncovered hole while pushing his body forward on the bed between Ranpo’s spread legs until his hips met his bottom. The detective’s legs slid atop his thighs limply, and he used this position to press his knees lightly against the smaller man’s sides, trapping him in.
All the while, Poe stayed cautious and quiet and Ranpo slept none the wiser. He took a last look at the man below him’s sweet, for once unknowing face and had immediate doubts. He was doing this for his own good, right? This was a much better and more temporary solution that initially planned. He… Couldn’t kill him. But, he couldn’t just go back empty handed after this man had taken six long, depressive years of his life from him.
Staring down at the man once more and unable to stop himself from satisfying his intensely growing arousal, Poe pushed his lubricated finger into the detective carefully to the knuckle. Moving it up and down slowly, he quickly wet another finger in his mouth and added it to the growing intrusion in his hole, sneaking a glance at Ranpo’s face. His captive’s cheeks began to flush in his sleep, his form rustling fitfully and making soft noises. When Poe started to curl his fingers backwards and added another, he started to make soft, almost moans while moving about more consciously. His free hand undid his lower attire subconsciously as he continued to work his appendages in and out of the body before him.
He acknowledged the man's subtle hints of arousal under his unconscious state and oblivious confusion, and figured now was the time to break the illusion. Without Ranpo’s mind, he was just another person, too small and feeble to be a real threat. Although his looks were undeniably generous, his mind was the true wonder of the world.
Pulling his fingers out and using them to lubricate his arousal, he stared down at Ranpo, starting to make a whining noise from the withdrawal of the sudden pleasure. His eyes started to scrunch, not opening but making far too much movement for what he was comfortable with considering his fear of confrontation. Moments away from being caught, from his beloved rival waking to being humiliated, he felt good. Satisfied, maybe for the first time in his life.
Wrapping his arms under the stretched legs laying atop his thighs, Poe pushed the man’s ankles toward his broad shoulders while reaching his forearms higher to softly wrap his large hands around the ends of delicate wrists, positioning his painful erection before the World’s Greatest Detective’s cunt. This was it. This was the exploit he needed to resolve his misery. Poe knew his enemy’s secret and is using it painstakingly against him in a show of dominance. Putting him in his place, for good.
The tip of his arousal brushed against the worked opened hole as he leaned forward over the man starting to wake from his unconscious, pleasurable haze.
Ranpo mumbled confusingly and attempted to reach his hand up to rub at his eyes groggily, only to find his mobility restricted from a strong hold on his wrists and legs, as well as a heavy weight above him. His mind stimulated to life instantly, thoughts discombobulated and when had that ever happened before-
His blood ran cold as a deep, articulate voice chuckled menacingly in his ear, tightening their grasp on his appendages.
“I promised I would get revenge on you, Edogawa Ranpo. That I would humiliate and ruin you to get back at you for what you brought upon my reputation and being. You did this yourself.” The man spoke clear and rationally, focused intently on his ear and keeping his body completely pinned to the mattress so he could neither see him nor move at will. Ranpo's mental progress continued, working fervently to identify the man- a former competitor of his on a case, about half a decade ago- and his situation. His futile situation, stuck in the hands of this demented man who had the intention of-
“Edgar Allan Poe,” Ranpo spoke, and Poe felt heat curl fervently in his groin at the sound of his name spoken with such significance from the renowned detective. No surprise was evident in his tone but the hint of uncertainty was all that he needed. “It’s been far too long since I’ve seen you last,” Poe drawled in his ear.
Before Ranpo could continue with a snarky, defensive comment the author sensed building, he cut him off abruptly.
“Do you know what’s about to happen, dear?” He felt the man shiver under him and pitifully wondered if it was because he didn’t, or because of the term of endearment. He continued, “I’m going to ruin your pride. Ruin you. Your confidence, your self worth, everything that keeps you together. Make you feel that same despair I’ve lived with for years because of your arrogant actions.”
“C’mon, you’re smarter than that, right?” Ranpo scoffed spitefully, always testing. “Me besting you in a game of wits has little to do with your despair. It runs far deeper than that, you-"
“You ruined me!” Poe raised his voice not to a yell, but intimidating and emotionally distraught enough to cause the placid tenseness of the man in his grasp’s muscles to be replaced by a full body tremor.
“You ruined my life,” he said softly, hands trembling slightly as his grasp tightened, shaking Ranpo’s arms erratically with his painful grip. His captive tried to conceal his shaking pinned below him, clenching his fists in a show of desperate resolute, silent.
Yes, this is what he wanted. The reluctant terror of his enemy. His jostling must’ve forced him to realize the hopeless, intimate positioning of the two of them, Ranpo’s pushed up shorts exposing himself, Poe’s erection barely refrainng from touching his hole.
Pulling back to stare at his face while keeping his forearms holding the man’s wrist and additionally pressing his shoulders into the bed, he gazed upon the expression of the man who had impacted his life the most out of any single individual. His eyes were wider than he had ever seen them, a detail only impressive for those who knew the man pinned below him. They slanted upward, dark eyelashes framing their shape and emerald irises glistening from the city lights shining in through the windows. His bottom lip trembled slightly, brows furrowing and twitching in angry discontent, hating not having control. Despite this, his eyes were full of understanding. Regret, even. Pity. The detective, otherworldly deduction and abnormal intellect allowing him to see effortlessly straight through his captor's composure, forcibly witnessed the depravity of his mind, his subconscious, and Poe saw red. There was no doubt in his mind that this man could recognize his thoughts.
“I didn’t realize… It was never my intention to-"
“Stop talking,” Poe growled frenzied, getting up in Ranpo’s face violently and glaring into the jewels staring back. “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”
While speaking, Poe pushed his hips into a firmer position, the edge of his tip inserted at the opening. He fixed his grip on his wrists, tightening them harshly and leaned more forward to push his shoulders down with more force, forcing Ranpo’s entire body to become pliant in his position.
“Poe, stop it, I-I don’t- I’ve never-" he stuttered, pushing against his human restraints with all his might.
“The only thing I want to hear from you,” a soft kiss pressed against the detective’s forehead, shocking them both. Ranpo stared up at him in utter bewilderment- in another situation, perhaps he would have blushed, endeared.
“… Is your pain,” he finished simply, watching those emeralds flash deliciously afraid.
“No- Please don’t-"
With that, he vigorously shoved his hips into the space before him while using his grip on his body to meet his motion, effectively shoving half his length into the walls of the much smaller individual trapped under him. Ranpo screamed devastatingly as he groaned out loudly, shoving forward continuously to try to fit another inch despite the tight heat keeping him out.
“So tight, dear,” he groaned, and Ranpo’s body trembled dramatically as he pulled his length all the way out of his hole before pushing back in brutishly in one movement, thrusting with no regard other than fitting his entire length efficiently. The man below him jerked and shook as Poe’s erection slid increasingly inside of his vagina, forcefully pushing through rings of muscle never touched before, stretching him open. He gasped soundlessly as Poe pushed in until the skin of his stomach was pressed against Ranpo’s skin, a smooth substance which was probably blood allowing him to slide further inside the detective. The later man was twitching and shaking with quiet sobs, tears held securely in his eyes while he tried to adjust to the major stretch.
“Too much-“ he stated when he found his voice, to no concern. “It hurts- It’s- It’s too much, please stop-"
Poe panted harshly as he held himself still in the all encompassing heat of Ranpo's insides. He felt his erection twitching from experiencing the most pleasure he’s felt in his entire existence, and he tightened his grip on his wrists while he reflexively jerked his hips repeatedly up into his internal wall without pulling out, causing Ranpo to cry out in pain and him to groan deeply. Looking back up to his face, he saw that his eyes were shut tightly while still not letting his tears fall, mouth pulled in a pained grimace and brows furrowed deeply. He shook violently, looking uncomfortable and pained, and Poe felt his soul fill with pride as his dick grew impossibly harder. How he wanted this man. To feel his pain, feel his pleasure. To feel the same life eating sickness that came with loving someone you despise so dearly.
“T-Take it out…” he whined, voice filled with anger and pain. “Get it out of me…”
“Shh…” he whispered softly, brushing his cheek against Ranpo’s hair. He folded both wrists into one hand on his stomach, while wrapped the other arm around his back, securing a painful grip on his waist and pushing his head forward into the crook of his neck, breathing in his skins scent. “Let this be your lesson. None of your actions go without consequences, my dear detective. You acted first and got your prize, now it is my turn, and my prize is you.”
He pulled back to look into his eyes once more, staring with apathetic arousal and affection at his tears finally falling.
“You belong to me, now.”
As Ranpo let out a choked, “no-“, at those words, he pulled his hips entirely back away from the heat and thrust forward strongly into his entrance once more. Moaning as the detective cried out and jerked, he fell back into his neck and groaned animalistic against his skin as he repeated the motion several more times, pounding into him roughly. He licked and drooled on his neck as he sloppily continued thrusting unsympathetically toward his bliss. After one particularly harsh thrust Ranpo screamed, painfully scratchy, and Poe compulsively bit down hard into the soft skin of his neck leaving bloody evidence of his actions.
Ranpo struggled pitifully beneath him to no avail as his thrusts slowed and deepened in a bad parody of making love after his assault on his neck. Poe had truly never felt this before. This sense of accomplishment and blinding, blissful arousal. He was snapped out of his trance by his rival attempting to free a leg due to his distraction and that just wouldn’t do. Pulling back swiftly, cock sliding out of his hole and hands releasing his grip on the abused man, Poe quickly grabbed his captive’s shoulders and flipped him around, forcefully shoving his face into the pillows while he grabbed his wrists in one hand. With the other, he grabbed both of his thighs into his arm and held down his attempts to break free while positioning him ass up and scooting up to slope his larger, heavier body atop his form. He closed his thighs once again around Ranpo’s legs, keeping his hips stable, and gripped around his stomach and waist with his free hand.
“Poe-“ he gasped, utterly terrified. “No, no please no more. Please let me go-“
He cut him off with a powerful thrust back into the delicious heat he had been craving so desperately and melted once again into peace, laying his weight upon the wilting man under him. In this position he pushed in even deeper, and Ranpo struggled to choke out a whimper as Poe slid his cock back and forth aggressively to reduce the dry friction.
Once Poe found his stability in the new position, he released Ranpo’s wrist in order to grab his hips on both sides. Before the detective could lash out and defend himself with his free appendages, Poe began to thrust into his hole mercilessly, using his strong grip on Ranpo’s hips to lift his knees off the bed and move him forcefully up and down on his length, meeting the thrusts of his hips. The assaulted man’s arms dropped, useless, as his overstimulation consumed him and wailed. His thrusts grew uncontrolled, frantically searching for more heat as he panted viciously, glimpses of his dead eyes visible when long bangs swayed no doubt showed they were full of dangerous, mad arousal. He moved with no regard to the man subjected to his pleasure, nails breaking the skin of his hips while he continuously pounded into him from behind. Sounds of skin harshly slapping skin clapped about the room, accompanying Ranpo’s screams and Poe’s disgruntled beastly noises. He didn’t even seem human, after this, to either of them. Just a broken, disturbed man with the desire to take everything from his victim.
When one particularly frantic thrust missed his entrance, Ranpo fell forward from the momentum, Poe’s grip slipping due to the sweat on their skin, and tumbled from the bed and onto the floor. He cried out as he made impact, but moved to crawl away on his hands and knees toward the door anyway. All he had to do was get to a phone, or a person- anything. He was going to die if he stayed here, he was sure of it.
As if he could hear his thoughts, the weight of a large hand pressed atop his back, pushing him down until his chest cracked against the floor.
“No! No no get offofme-“ Ranpo yelled as both of his abuser’s hands reach around his sides to his front and forcibly flipped him around to meet Poe’s manic stare. He smiled threateningly as he sat his superior weight upon Ranpo’s hips, grabbing his wrists from where they’d been clawing frantically at him once again into his tight, imposing grasp.
Poe quickly swept his free arm around Ranpo's back and lifted him from the ground effortlessly to press him into the nearest wall, manhandling him until his back was straight against the wall and his legs were trapped behind Poe's body, dangling uselessly as he stood between them. Poe grabbed a shirt from Ranpo's laundry nearby and used it to tie his wrists together while he struggled, elbowing and kicking out with no proper contact. Once he had him restrained tightly, wrapping his hands around Ranpo’s lower thighs to hold him in position, Poe pushed his hard erection forward into the heat of his body trapped against the wall, the gravity of his position forcing him deep upon his rough cock.
“You were made for me, my little detective, so good,” he crooned, pleasured. Ranpo resumed his disheartened sobbing as he accepted defeat to this monster before him. His feet aimlessly reached for the ground as Poe was free to manhandle him without any resistance, treating him like a toy to pleasure himself with. His thrusts were more like hits, sharp and brutally powerful, pounding savagely in to him and shaking his form and the decor of the wall violently.
Ranpo felt a hand caressing his stomach and dazedly looked down to see the imprint of Poe's large dick moving in and out of his insides through the thick skin in time with his thrusts. He slowly brought his head back up to peer at Poe’s face, and saw an expression of pride and ecstasy. It was the happiest he had ever seen the man. He was going to be sick.
Poe’s movements seemed to start to become erratic, hips throwing themselves backwards, erection completely removed from his hole, only to use that distance to piston his cock more cruelly inside Ranpo’s cunt. Ranpo started to make audible pained noises, yelping on the impact, and Poe growled as if he were a vicious predator. “Mine,” he spoke gruffly on one punctuated, severe thrust, “Mine… Mine…" The author’s gaze has rarely left Ranpo’s face throughout this ordeal, and now is no exception. He stares intently into the detectives eyes, drilling the new truth into his object of affection. He leaned in close, their faces sharing a precious amount of space, eye contact maintained the whole time.
“I win, dear Ranpo, this game of ours is over. This is my victory.”
Ranpo dizzily stared back at him, body jostling with Poe’s intense movements. His bottom lip quivered as he tried to speak.
“I-I’m… I'm sorry,” the detective cried, features scrunching up as tears poured from his eyes. He was ruined. Completely lost.
Poe made a noise of savage arousal and the speed of his hips picked up severely, his hips pinned Ranpo’s against the wall while he fucked up into him roughly, allowing his hands to be free of their post. They traveled up his body to Ranpo’s neck, throttling his throat while he kicked out, suddenly wide awake and frightened for his life. Poe used his grip on his throat and pressure holding his body against the wall to forcefully bounce Ranpo’s body up and down on his arousal. The abused man gasped silently and gagged as he shoved his cock in and out of his hole madly, grip crushing around his throat. His vision began to brighten to a white hue as his ears began ringing, all the while feeling the violations being done to his body.
“Edgar… Please-,” he choked. Poe was going to kill him. “H-Help… Help me-.”
Making a low, beastly noise in the back of his throat, Poe released his grip on Ranpo’s throat to grab his back and push his body deep onto his oversensitive erection as he began to orgasm, the younger man coughing and gagging as his body was used. Pushing into the smaller man desperately, Poe ejaculated in a prolonged motion, bodily jerking his strong hips into the muscular walls of Ranpo’s insides sharply. He yells gutturally, terrifyingly, as he forces his seed uncomfortably deep within Ranpo’s cervix while he shivers uncomfortably, wincing and whimpering.
Panting to catch his breath, looking rugged and terrifying, Poe continues to restrain the man against the wall as he regains his strength. Not that Ranpo could lift a finger if he wanted to.
He starts to feel the intruding sex pull out of him slowly, but as it drags against his inflamed inner walls he flinches violently, a fresh burst of tears escaping his puffy eyes. The hands release his thighs and he feels the dark bruises forming instantly. His neck and hips ache. His wrists hurt. His insides-
His thoughts quiet as the large hands cradle his back and bring him to the bed, laying him down gently but still eliciting a pained moan from his throat. The figure lays in the bed beside him, reaching his offending hands out to touch him again-
Poe grabs Ranpo around his shoulders and pulls his limp body back against his chest, lightly kissing his exposed wounded neck before nestling his chin in his raven hair. His restricting, hurtful arms wrap around the small, beaten man’s front, pulling him closer. Ranpo felt semen drip slowly from his backside as his muscles twitched and ached. He couldn’t move as Poe’s grip tightened, as he hooked a leg over Ranpo’s hips, as he inhaled the scent of his hair-
He had never felt so prevailed over, so conquered, and disconsolate.
“I love you, dear,” Poe whispered sadly, voice cracking with emotion.
Ranpo’s shoulder shook with silent tears until unconsciousness claimed him once again.