Summary:

Hiruko gives Takumi a tool and a mission: get Eito to eat his damn food, no matter what it takes. Takumi remembers so many ways Eito ruined everything for everyone, he knows he has to go to every length to keep this maniac in line.

Even if it means resorting to more unconventional methods.

 

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“We can’t afford to deal with another escape attempt,” Hiruko said, “not when this timeline’s gone as well as it has. So I’ve made a tool to curb Aotsuki’s behavior.”

When she mentioned tool, Takumi thought of like—a shock collar, or something. Not a random pink switch thrown into Takumi’s hands without a care, alongside a tray of food. “Go feed him,” she said, fixing him with a look which communicated the lack of choice he held in this. “And if he misbehaves, use this. It’ll keep him pacified.”

“Oh…okay?” Takumi took the food without complaint. With a satisfied smile, Hiruko stalked off, leaving him to stare at the device as though it contained a bomb. Maybe it did and she didn’t say so he’d kill him—Eito deserved it for all the grief he gave them, but…no, Hiruko wouldn’t do that.

She wanted everyone to live. Even him, even if Takumi refused to understand. Knowing what he did now about what Eito was capable of…keeping him pacified seemed to be the only option.

So Takumi pressed onward, finding his way to the Capsule Room, where almost immediately—

“Shouma…?” Eito’s confused dropped into a sneer. “Oh, Takumi. It’s been so long since you’ve visited, I thought you must’ve gotten bored of me.”

Takumi sighed. “I have better things to do than play games with you. Here. Eat up.”

Food shoved into Eito’s waiting hands, Takumi watched—he needed to ensure Eito actually ate the meals they gave him. If Eito starved to death…

It’d jeopardize too much. Neither of them could trust Shouma to watch Eito. People more capable of seeing through his bullshit needed to take charge, if Eito’s dismissive shove told Takumi anything, plate splattering to the ground.

“No.” Eito turned away. “I won’t give you the satisfaction. You forgot about me, didn’t you? Say you have, and perhaps I might consider licking the scraps off the ground; it’d mimic our piggish Team Leader quite well!”

He laughed. “They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

Already Takumi put his finger on the remote—hesitation gripped him, though, and he stilled. Not knowing what the button did, how could he press it? Why didn’t Hiruko tell him!?

Well, she hadn’t told him a lot of things. But if she wanted him to feed Eito, baby him and dress his bib, clean up his messes and whatever other nonsense he got up to, the least she could do was tell him the purpose of this mystery object.

Takumi, however, failed to account for Eito’s intense, piercing gaze. It locked onto Takumi’s hand.

His smile twisted outward, festering into the rotten look seared with contempt and malice Takumi saw far too many times. “Hm? Have you brought something for me? Some kind of weapon you’ll torture me with to keep me in line? Oh, no, but that’s unbecoming for our team leader. He’d rather hide behind responsibility, doing what he has to do, isn’t that right? Wouldn’t it be easier to have someone else do this for you? What about that weird sword girl, she seems like she’d be happy to do anything for her so called noble cause. Or—

“How about that one girl—the one who looks like me. Nozomi Kirifuji…?”

Takumi bit his lip, and pressed the button.

Eito jerked.

He half expected the frozen man to start trembling in pain, convulse, show some kind of outward agony. But he didn’t. He did cry, he didn’t sweat.

Eito gasped, and doubled over, hands to his crotch for a brief moment before he pulled away, red washing over his face.

“What the…what the hell is this…?”

Takumi stared, unable to put the pieces together until Eito gasped again, this one sharing the exact emotion he’d been looking for to solve this mystery. He yanked the remote out of his pocket and stared at the button; specifically, the button for the vibrator, now set to a low level.

…Why didn’t he see this coming when Hiruko first showed it to him!? Hiruko, of all people?

He sighed, and as Eito reached for his crotch again, flinching away when he looked up at Takumi, he almost wanted to leave.

“It’s what you get for not cooperating,” Takumi snapped, bringing his arms up to hide the blushing he knew rested on his face, the growing heat giving all the signs he needed. “You either eat, or I’ll—I’ll make it worse. It’s your call.”

“When did you even…” Eito grumbled, putting a hand over his mouth and crawling back. He refused to let another word slip, another sound! If Takumi were to hear more than just the little noises he’d made so far, he wouldn’t know what to do. He screamed with his eyes, get out, leave, leave me alone, stop—please, just stop.

If only Takumi had the smarts to pick up on that. “Fine, not gonna eat? I don’t have time for this.”

He pressed the button two more times, driving the vibrator as high as it could go—which, in fairness, hardly seemed to be all that high, but maybe Eito just didn’t have the experience to…

No, no, Takumi refused to theorize on Eito’s sex life. Nonexistent or otherwise, not that the loud moan Eito released gave Takumi much reprieve from that line of thought.

Eito bit down on his lips, scrambling into the nearest corner as he shuddered and shook with each new wave of pleasure coursing through him. He fell over in his attempts to get away, shuddering and stifling each breath which escaped.

“Are you gonna eat yet?” Takumi repeated, a flash of annoyance coursing through him as Eito continued to tremble, twisting and turning. Maybe Hiruko strapped it on while Eito slept—a little sedative, and he could sleep through it. Though why go through all that? Set Takumi up for…this?

Maybe this was her way of telling him to deal with problems himself for once. She always took matters into her own hands before he blinked, and rarely did he dwell on what he’d do if he’d been given the choice.

If she hadn’t taken the choice.

Takumi ran his fingers over the remote and took a step forward. He needed this Eito to stay out of the way. He wanted to claim the happy ending Hiruko spoke of; the idea of all of them living to the end of this, escaping the loop, finding happiness out of a stagnant, doomed existence…

Together, with her.

If he needed to use a toy to get Eito in line, then fuck it. He tried everything else.

Sucking in a breath, Takumi walked over to Eito, kicking him in the torso. Eito wheezed and unfurled, legs spasming and spreading in every direction. Before he questioned what he was about to do, he lifted his food, heel positioned over Eito’s crotch, and stepped on a certain buzzing spot.

“—Ah—!”

Eito’s face flamed bright red, a strand of drool falling from his lips as he scrambled to cover his face. He tried, tried to close his legs and kick Takumi away, but the build-up of pleasant feelings left him in a haze; no room left to resist Takumi’s persistent grinding into his crotch.

“…Y’know, now I kinda get the whole gross thing,” Takumi grumbled, hoping Eito was too out of it to hear him.

“Kh—you’re saying that as if you could ever un—”

A sigh. Takumi pressed down, and Eito shook. “—Ah, ah—ahhh…stop, stop—!”

His trembles grew with intensity, and his arms flailed to the side, grabbing onto anything that may ground the warm torrent overflowing his mind. The mental image stuck in Takumi’s brain: Eito, hunched over, staring at his phone or a porno mag or whatever he used in some weird, feeble attempt to understand human sexuality. An attempt left to die as he discarded the ‘object of desire’—more of a symbol of disgust?

Well, if Eito hated this, he did a good job of hiding it. Takumi grunted and fumbled to shift his position, hiding his boner to the best of his abilities as Eito withered under him, moans loud and desperate.

Now…

What would Hiruko do?

“Stop—stop, stop—Agh, no, no—”

Click.

Eito tensed. He frantically wiped drool from his lips, looking at Takumi with his usual displeasure, laced with longing: Why? Why did you stop? Don’t stop—please, don’t stop—

“You’re disturbing,” Eito spat, heaving and desperate to catch his breath. “Truly, the worst—”

Click. Takumi, tired, so damn tired of this, turned the vibrator back on, and pushed the device down, forcing a cry out of Eito. He shifted his foot around, watching as Eito twitched and groaned, until he found a spot which had him tensing and opening his legs just a bit wider.

Once again, Takumi stopped it with a click, leaving Eito breathless as he said, “You’re gonna eat something, okay?” He stepped away, going to grab a discarded apple, throwing it at Eito’s face. It dinged his forehead and rolled off to the side. “If you don’t eat, then that’s that. I can…I’ll just keep doing this.

“We want you to live too, asshole.”

Toy buzzing to life, Eito gasped and scrambled to pull his jacket’s collar up, to no avail as his limbs sprawled and he gave himself up to the increasing heat robbing him of his senses, his logic—even his disgust, as much as he hated it. Even if Takumi lacked the experience, Eito made it obvious, far too obvious when he was on the verge of cumming, giving Takumi the chance to stop it before Eito fell over the edge.

Pushing his mind against it, it melted under a warm, comfortable blanket—this toy, Takumi’s foot applying pressure in just the right place.

With those factors in mind, of course he grew desperate. Of course after being edged for so long, he’d want an escape.

Takumi stopped again. Pointed at the apple, Eito knowing what he had to do.

His dick ached with torrid longing, the sensation of precum staining his underpants, not to mention the vibrations bordering on painful for how long Eito had been forced to bear them—but he wanted it, but he wanted it, but—no, stop—don’t stop—

The apple.

Eito lunged, grabbing it, taking a frantic bite, choking down more and more until he threw the half-eaten thing away and gave a part of himself to desperation.

Takumi sighed, and turned the device back on. Though unlike the hesitant pressure Takumi applied before, the time it’d taken to wear Eito down had also worn down on his patience. He found the spot, the right spot, and jammed his heel down, making sure Eito felt every last once of these vibrations.

“Ah—ah—don’t, please, keep—ahhh—!” Eito sputtered and trembled as Takumi the monster faded into a dull shape, a surge of feeling so damn good coursing through his body and erasing all the discomfort and humiliation. If anything, those feelings of repulsion fueled the pleasure he felt. Becoming so vulnerable to a disgusting monster, being violated, controlled by it, forced to feel this way, shuddering, moaning, drolling for it.

How disgusting.

But—it was so extremely, undeniably hot, too.

Eito lifted his hips up and savored every second of his climax, even as his limbs gave out of him and left him lying, a wreck of conflicted feelings.

The pressure didn’t stop, though. Takumi kept his heel down. Eito earned no afterglow from his denial, forced into another surge of heat frying his brain and leaving him a mess of mumbles. After all the trouble he caused Takumi, if he wanted to cum so badly, he could. Eito could cum all he damn wanted.

But Takumi wouldn’t stop. Hiruko trusted him with something important, for the sake of the timeline. If he had to spend a couple hours enduring Eito’s incessant moans so he’d never pose a threat, then he would. He could.

He had to. Eito’s eyes rolled to the side, and he gave up, gave in, dick aching for more even as he felt another climax creep upon him. He’d never known such warmth.

And now—he couldn’t let it go. He couldn’t let it go, even if it meant losing far more.