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snivyartjpeg · 3 months

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what if we were raised together but also raised apart, unaware of each other until the day we meet and then- only then- do our lives begin to make sense?

more lore under the cut! (it's a lot)

The labs raised them in somewhat the same way- and both methods dehumanizing. Yuma solves a puzzle for a juice reward. Makoto solves a puzzle to avoid getting shocked. Both get shocked at the slightest display of disobedience anyway. Both have strict routines and regimes where every aspect of their lives seems set in stone. What the scientists didn't take into account was that raising a little genius in such conditions will eventually backfire.

They both escape their labs on the same day, shortly after they turn 20. They also name themselves Yuma and Makoto around this time, only being referred to beforehand as "Subject No. 01" and "Subject No. 02." These escapes simultaneously piss off the researchers but also fascinate them- how much of their identical choices were made based on nature vs nurture?

For the first month traveling alone, Yuma spent his time trying and failing to do everything alone. He eventually receives the help of a stranger and starts helping random people, learning he'll receive kindness in return.

Makoto spent his lonesome travels scraping by and barely surviving without the assistance of anyone else. He's still bitter and angry about what the scientists have done to him. He regrets not burning the whole institution to the ground.

They both meet at a bar, where they, of course, instantly recognize each other's faces as their own. After a lot of guarded questions, they learn that they were both cursed with the same upbringing.

So Makoto asks Yuma to help him return to the Amaterasu lab and exact revenge.

Yuma doesn't wanna hurt anyone, but agrees to come along... with ulterior motives! He wants to show Makoto that this world isn't so bad, and dwelling on getting revenge isn't everything. Think like the core relationship in Mad Rat Dead, between Heart and Mad Rat.

And why is Yuma so stuck on this pacifist philosophy? Well, he'd already gotten his revenge. Turns out, putting a bullet into the head researcher who raised him only made him feel hollow and scared. He doesn't want Makoto to go through the same thing.

They meet the other cast members on the way, doing odd jobs and favors for them and forging small bonds with all the strangers they meet. They help Halara, a pet rescue volunteer, get a cat down from a tree and in return Halara teaches them a few survival skills. The meet Fubuki, who is lost in the supermarket, but it's also their first time in the supermarket so they all end up going on an "adventure" together until the clones escort her back to her limo. She tips them a fat wad of cash that keeps them fed and housed in hotels for like 3 months. They help Desuhiko, an up and coming music star who's anxious about getting on stage. The decide to do an opening act as a comedy duo- Makoto and Yuma are familiar with street performing for money after all- and it not only has the audience in a good mood but eases Desuhiko's anxieties. The clones see their first concert together and it's the most fun theyve ever had. Desuhiko, in return, patches up their clothes for them (though, they do end up messing the clothes up again later, lol) with his impressive sewing skills. They save Yakou from getting beat down by some debt collectors and Yakou lets them crash in his shitty little apartment for a while.

This is really just a really endearing and cute road trip story in my head. It starts off tragic but once they get out it's just two guys who only understand each other trying to explore a whole new world while making other lives better.

They eventually reach the Amaterasu lab again, but by that point, Makoto doesn't have it in him to exact revenge anymore. He hates the place, but it was still his home. It's complicated. He tells Yuma that all he wants to do now is keep traveling the world together.

That's when Yuma reveals he's been secretly planning with the other people they've helped together to expose the laboratory for the corrupt place it is and get it shut down. That way they can get their revenge the right way. Makoto is ecstatic.

After they expose the dirt on their respective labs and have those places shut down, they're free to travel together again and continue helping any random people they see who need it <3

if anyone has any questiosn abt this au ill gladly answer bc it's rotting my brain <3

#rain code #raincode #mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #rain code spoilers #raincode spoilers #mdarc spoilers #makoyuma #kokotsuchi #<- can we start calling it kokotsuchi it's so much cuter sounding #i dont plan on making this a fic but i did wanna share the brainrot #runaways au

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austajunk · 2 months

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Screw it. I’m gonna go for it.

Makoyuma as number 3

But make it a scenario where one’s putting their head to the other to take their temperature because they’re sick.

I’ll let you decide on who’s who because I love them both equally as both caretaker and victim :3c

They really are my guilty pleasure ship... O///O

#mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #makoyuma #kokotsuchi #makes me wanna write more dark sm*t fics with them #my art #thanks for the ask!#ship art meme

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jellyfish-grave · 3 months

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(based on this post)

#rain code #rain code spoilers #camma the drawer #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #makoyuma #yumako #kokotsuchi #kurumi wendy #kurumi my daughter im so sorry i made you witness these two and their fruitiness

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toxicsludgeyaoi · 7 months

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Toxic Sludge Yaoi Preliminaries: Raincode Edition!

Hellxander Vs Makoyomi Vs Makoyuma

(No images provided. Note: The two ships with the highest percentages will proceed. Vote for your favorite.)

Note: propaganda may or may not include spoilers for this media. Read at your own risk. Propaganda under cut.

Hellxander propaganda:

"Honestly I think Zilch is the only person Yomi ever like. Respected. Maybe. We don't know much about their relationship but (spoiler) after Zilch dies and comes back due to his homunculus nature, all he can think about is Yomi and how much he loves Yomi. Zilch killed for Yomi, was super dedicated. Just fruity"

Makoyomi propaganda:

"They have. 4D chess mind hate sex 24/7. They want each other dead. They also have silly passive aggressive banter. Makoto probably calls Yomi every morning to ask what mask he should wear. Yomi regularly calls Makoto "masked freak" and "balloon boy". It's sympathetic villain vs cartoonishly evil villain. Literally they're everything!!! To me!!!!!"

Makoyuma propaganda:

"Nothin like egging on your original self that you were cloned from to fight you in order to either kill him or have him kill you. Then breaking down. Also you invite him to bathe with you upon first meeting. Gay."

"Kokotsuchi [Makoyuma] propaganda: potential for consensual cannibalism, two shadows of the same man loving each other in a show of vulnerability that was only achieved though a pact with a god and unethical experiments, potential noncon cannibalism, short kings make the best couples, possible cannibalism, I really just wanna see Makoto eat Yuma reverently and Yuma just accepting it please can people also be insane abt this ship"

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snivyartjpeg · 6 months

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number onecest. is this anything

#rain code #mdarc #master detective archives #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #makoyuma #kokotsuchi #rain code spoilers #mdarc spoilers #master detective archives: rain code spoilers #shinigami #the joke has been made before but i was tired of waiting for someone to draw it #if this ruined your day you're welcome <3

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snivyartjpeg · 5 months

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listen to my playlist, boy.

the playlist implies very big spoilers! additional content warnings below:

Sexual themes

Cannibalism

Some suicidal ideation

Toxic yaoi

Me being deranged aaand

Tonal whiplash to rival Danganronpa herself

enjoy!

#rain code #raincode #mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #makoyuma #kokotsuchi #rain code spoilers #mdarc spoilers #master detectives archives #master detectives archives: rain code spoilers #congrats on these two for being the first ship i actually decided to make a playlist to #t/g/a/a mutuals dont look at this or perceive it pls ty

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snivyartjpeg · 9 months

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born from you

#rain code #mda:rc #master detective archives: rain code #raincode #rain code spoilers #master detective archives: rain code spoilers #mda:rc spoilers #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #tw blood #cw blood #kodaka kinda popped off when he made pink blood a plot twist #idk the ship name for these two #onecest for retired danganronpa fans #edit:#found the ship name #makoyuma #kokotsuchi

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snivyartjpeg · 19 days

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the sillies <3

#rain code #raincode #mdarc #master detective archives #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #makoyuma #kokotsuchi #practice doodles #okay imma try to actually properly spoiler tag my shit now #rain code spoilers #raincode spoilers #mdarc spoilers

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snivyartjpeg · 8 months

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yes i would fuck my clone. sorry for party rockin

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snivyartjpeg · 6 months

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i dont think that's how you play the pocky game

#rain code #raincode #mdarc #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #makoyuma #kokotsuchi #i speedran this so i could finish before pocky day ended for me and was still too late #whatever #makoto fully crashed into him and tackled him here btw #yuma is fine with it but still whines about the pocky crumbs on him

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austajunk · 9 days

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Okay this is kinda a odd one but can you do Makoto x Number One? Maybe Number One discovered Makoto is his homunculus, and decided he wanted to see just how accurate of a clone he is, down to the very last detail... Makoto being a bit emotional since it's his original while Number One is simply cold, observant

Idk, it's always so interesting to see Makoto in a non-dominant position ! As for prompt numbers, let's say... 3, 7 and 19? But I'm not really picky, do whatever feels right.

Anyway, have a nice day and thank you!!!

Wooo, this was a really hard challenge to write mostly because we only have so much to go on for Number One's true nature. I hope you liked my interpretation for how he would be if he knew of Makoto's existence (whether he canonly did or didn't, I do not know).

Triggers: Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Mild Orgasm Control, Mild Nipple Play, and Light Bondage

Fic beneath the cut!

The Unified Government couldn't hide their little secret project of producing Homonculi for long from the WDO. Careful and organized as they were, the detectives of the world managed to infiltrate their plot and gather information before they could even be detected by the top handlers of the project. It wasn't long before a file was on the leader, Number One's, desk, staring him ominously in the face.

Even if the WDO could see this ambitious and reckless project coming from a mile away, there was still no way to stop it from proceeding forward. It expanded and grew beyond their control, giving birth to homonculi produced by the best DNA samples the researchers could get.

Number One placed his hands behind his back, towering over the file and picture of his own face staring back at him from his desk. It was a mirror. An eerie, unnatural mirror. Somehow... somewhere... his DNA had been taken. It was valuable to the world. His mind... his development... everything about it...

It was now possessed by them.

Number One brushed his thumb over the copy of his face from the various files. The being was usually in a tank or strapped down to some sort of operating table. Various shots and angles of his body matched everything Number One could fathom about himself. It left him feeling cold and detached, wondering if he was awake in the real world. What had they created? Would there be more?

He scooped the file up into his arms after gazing at the name bestowed on this new experiment. Makoto. Makoto Kagutsuchi. Perhaps they meant to have him transferred for further testing. Before they would do that, Number One had to confirm a few things. He had to know.

Who was this person who looked like him? What did he feel or know? Did he know of him? The real one? Did ge know that he was just a copy... not even that, but a monstrous imitation created in a cold, glass tube?

Number One wanted to know Makoto Kagutsuchi.

He fastened his dark cloak over his shoulders and tucked the files beneath his arm. The world outside contained nothing but a black, overcast night, covering him as he traveled swiftly to the lab where his copy rested.

It was a mirror.

The being rested on the examination table, strapped down but undisturbed. That round and unassuming face, the pale skin, the platinum hair that was Number One's very real hair color... they all belonged to him but were worn and represented on the body of another being. It wasn't human. Even just approaching Makoto as he slept assured Number One of that.

He stared over the creature. His purple locks of hair clung to his cold cheeks from traveling through the light rain outside. Number One hesitated, letting his hand drift over the creature's face, but he still gave in.

Makoto wasn't dressed. It was clear the lab was in the progress of doing some more work on his body, but they had stopped for the day. Number One ran his cool fingers across the bare flesh of Makoto's flat stomach. The homonculus stirred slightly, his lips parting to release a small breath.

Immediately, Number One withdrew his hand and exhaled, almost alarmed at the slightest sign that Makoto was, indeed, real and alive. Makoto shifted but didn't get far due to his limbs being strapped quite down. Watching him, Number One fought the urge to turn away in a brisk fashion to hide his morbid fascination. He could hear the creature blissfully sigh behind him in his sleep. There was a tightness in Number One's chest, one he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he tried.

"You're real," he breathed to himself. He returned to glancing down at Makoto and his soft features. Their bodies matched so perfectly. His hand glided down Makoto's waist until he was hovering just over his core. Makoto's flaccid cock hung in between his legs, just inches from Number One's fingers.

"Ah..." A light gasp left Number One's lips. He lowered his gaze at the pretty creature... was it wrong to think of his mirror image as desirable? He was utterly mesmerizing. A breathing, living perfect image.

"It's wrong..." He said under his breath. It was wrong for this person to exist. He existed. Wasn't one of him enough for the world? What could Makoto do for everyone else? Why did he exist? An unavoidable heat rose in the pits of his stomach. He inched closer to Makoto's face, brushing the small strands of blond hair from his cheeks.

Sure enough, those violet eyes softly opened and met his gaze. Those were his eyes.

In Makoto's eyes, Number One could see the homonculus wading through the same horrifying mystery that he was enraptured with. Makoto stared at him, his eyes widening with acknowledgment, fear, and hazy disbelief all at once. Number One paused. Surely... he knew what he was, didn't he?

"You..."

Makoto's mouth moved. That small voice left his lips accompanied by a shudder through his lithe body. Number One wanted to cover his lips, to stifle the same voice they both shared. It confused him, made him feel... lesser and stranger at the same time.

"You're the real one..." Makoto said at last. His eyes gained a glossy sheen, almost on the verge of tears at this revelation. "The one I was made after-"

"..." How hollow Number One felt when he couldn't deny it. He was so perfect. Just utterly a flawless copy of everything. With his own innocent features staring back at him, the ball of flames and fury gripped his chest inside of him and could no longer be ignored. His urges became him, taking control of his mind whilst logic simply melted away.

Number One swept over the Homonculus, held his gaze for a moment to instill a sense of domination, and placed his lips over Makoto's own. He gripped Makoto's shoulders and held him in place, possessively taking what his body demanded of him. He let his tongue freely probe between Makoto's lips, fighting past the creature's feeble resistance. He could feel Makoto's jaw clench, his body close off in an attempt to guard itself from what Number One wanted to take. He ignored the homonculus and kissed him deeper, swabbing his tongue. They fought until Makoto nipped at his tongue, and Number One drew back like a rebuffed animal.

He hadn't meant to be particularly ravenous towards the creature, but staring at him filled him with nothing but the need to take control. To assert some sort of proof that he was Number One! That he was the real one. This burst of emotions wasn't like him at all...

"Why did you do that?" Makoto's uneven voice broke the silence between them. It was a lighter voice than his own, not weighed down by the hundreds of detective cases that Number One had been through. There was something more innocent within his voice, something that seemed so much more playful and carefree. Even when it was scared and confused. "Why are you here?"

His eyes narrowed to the bindings around his wrists and ankles. Patches of redness swelled at the areas where was bound. Undoubtedly, he often busied himself with tugging around when he was being "worked on".

"I... I can't believe it's really you. I always thought that I wanted to see you... that I would feel something a connection," said Makoto. It was like he was searching for the right words to reach someone on the other side of the world from him. The desperation in his face... it pulled Number One closer to him. "I just wanted to know you and see if I could understand why I was born...like this..."

He trailed off wearily as Number One approached him again. The human swept his fingers across Makoto's pale hand, touching briefly upon the red sores and wounds at his wrist.

"I..." Number One hung his head. "I won't be able to give you that. I'm sorry. I'm only here to observe you and understand what you're capable of..."

Makoto stiffened, a shudder breaking through his imprisoned body. "What will you-?"

Number One cut him off by sliding his thumb over one of his bare nipples, earning him a small groan from his specimen. "Do you feel this, hm? Your body and mine... I wonder if we both like the same things..." He busied himself by lowering to Makoto's chest and taking the other nipple between his lips.

A compulsion to stimulate his other self took over his mind's trajectory. He wanted the homonculus to experience pleasure and pain through him: his true self. He swirled his tongue diligently around Makoto's nipples, using his right hand to massage and pluck the other one. His clothed chest smothered Makoto, making sure he knew that he couldn't escape. Rapidly and lightly, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub until Makoto was squealing and twitching. His nipples hardened into sweet, little cherries between Number One's lips and the human made sure to take his time in drawing him out. He kissed his chest, occasionally lingering to appreciate Makoto's warmth or his strangely earthy scent. There was something almost natural and organic about the creature beneath his body.

Dipping back down over and over again to partake in Makoto's body, Number One found he couldn't get enough. He suckled greedily upon his chest until the homonculus winced and cried out for him. He didn't know Number One's name, letting the detective savor his confusion and anxiety like a predator. This creature was untouched and new to the world. Fresh to be introduced to pleasure and watched and studied for it. It was captivating to watch him tremble and react just like he did when he was touched.

And he did.

Makoto whimpered. He bucked and pulled against the bindings, letting them dig deeper into his sore flesh as long as it meant that he could experience more. His body had to react to Number One's movements. Like the mirror that he was, he followed his original self, looking to mimic him. His lips curled into a pleasured sigh, panting out incoherent phrases. Number One couldn't get tired of hearing his own voice moan back to him.

He sank lower, kissing down his stomach until his nose nuzzled against the small patch of blonde pubes on the homonculus. He pressed a small kiss against his waist, watching Makoto curl against the straps binding him to the table.

"Please... I want more," Makoto quickly told him. Desperation and lust etched into his facial features, his gaze led Number One down to the hard cock between his legs.

"I'm sorry," said Number One coldly. His hand traced Makoto's generous length. His cock was a pleasant handful for a brand new creation, but Number One wasn't curious for Makoto's pleasure. "This isn't about you. I only want to know you for myself."

Watching Makoto sour and swallow, he pulled away from his cock. Instead, Number One found the switch in the table to loosen the bindings around Makoto's legs. Gently, he guided Makoto's limbs over his shoulders and unzipped his pants.

"I want to know..." He said in a hot breath, tugging his cock out from his trousers. "What do you feel like on the inside?"

Makoto blinked, a bead of sweat trailing down his chest. "You want to...feel me there? Ah..." His pale cheeks darkened with specs of pink, a knowing quiver of anticipation running through his body. His erection wouldn't fade.

Number One nodded, a light smirk tugging upon his lips. He placed himself at Makoto's tight entrance. The idea to lubricate his other self crossed his mind, but rather... he wanted to make his mark on the homonculus, to enjoy him open and raw. It would be painful for the both of them, and he preferred it that way. The homonculus, on the other hand, trembled no matter what he did. Everything was new to him.

"Don't come until I say so... until you truly feel it," said Number One, brushing Makoto's erection with the side of his palm. He gave his girth a squeeze until his captive let out a small squeal of obedience, and then, he let go.

His cock sized up Makoto's entrance, rubbing himself until he realized how hard and ready Number One was to experience him.

"I...I want it," pleaded Makoto, trying to rise against the bindings. He couldn't. There was no hope for him. But he ached for this beautiful thing called touch. No matter how selfish his original self was in indulging himself, the homonculus was drowning in every new experience after the other. Pain. Pleasure. It was exhilarating. "Please put it inside me...!!!"

Number One obliged. The first two inches slid inside. The wails that came after told him that Makoto was coming close to his first brush with true pain. The sense of loss that he gained from something being taken as Number One split his ass apart.

"Relax," he ordered Makoto. "You don't want us to get caught, do you?" The entire world could crashing in on them in an instant, but Number One found he didn't care. He was so close to knowing... to truly seeing how much this mirror really reflected him.

Makoto winced, his face curling in distress. Number One found that his walls contracted around him, trying to stretch to accommodate his length. "It hurts..." He noted to himself as though Number One wasn't there. "I feel so full, so warm... like something...ngh... is melting within me..."

His vision fuzzed, lowering back to the table. Number One secured his legs on his shoulders and drove into him harder to increase those anxious, needy moans. He wouldn't slow down. He wouldn't give Makoto the option to breathe in between his thrusts. Speeding up, their hips clapped together in an ecstatic meeting, sending the heat to each other mutually until they both grunted with a reckless abandon.

"Fuck..." Number One groaned. If this person was a creature to him, then what was he? He just didn't know anymore. With each slam inside of Makoto, he lost himself more and more. No. He wanted to be lost in this rapture...

When he opened his eyes, Makoto was against the table, writhing with his chest caked in sweat. His cock drooled from a sweet, unhinged orgasm. His first orgasm. On instinct, Makoto melted back in the glow as his cock spurted a healthy rope on his torso as Number One drove inside him to the hilt.

"You c-came...hn..." It wasn't as how Number One had pictured it. He thought he had the control but perhaps Makoto Kagutsuchi was full of surprises.

Still, he had reached his limit as well. Buried balls deep into the homonculus, Number One bucked and expelled his thick line of warm seed in Makoto's ass. He bucked again, wanting to go deeper and deeper to spread more of himself inside this being until he simply couldn't. He groaned, slipping out of Makoto's ass with a soft pop, his cum leaking between his cheeks as he did so.

The sweet haze of his climax had him resting against the homonculus. With his ear placed against Makoto's chest, he could hear each soft beat. He felt his breaths, gentle and evening out ever so slightly. Their warm bodies mingled together like two pieces of a puzzle that fit just so perfectly. Number One wanted to lie on Makoto and watch him as much as he could. He wanted to take in his unassuming features, the quiver of his body whenever he was touched or caressed.

But the world was coming back to him faster now that his release had left him. He glanced down at the thing he had just desecrated, the creation he had wanted to assert himself over. Why... Why had he done this?

Quickly, he threw himself off of Makoto and adjusted his pants and cloak. Makoto tried to raise himself up, but once again, he was held in place by those straps. The cry in his throat almost caught Number One off guard, making him want to stop and look back to him.

"Wait! Don't leave me here! I don't want to be this!" Makoto tried to call out to his other self. His eyes teared up as his fists curled into his palms. "I can't be here forever! I don't want to be just a thing made after you!!"

This time, there was a note of rage in his voice. It was unmistakable to Number One. But he refused to turn back to the captive. No. He was never here. He couldn't listen. Makoto Kagutsuchi existed and he would continue to exist... but he couldn't soil that existence any further...

Homonculi shouldn't be meant for this. These feeling, living, and breathing things shouldn't be meant for some sick, government science experiment.

No matter how much Makoto called for him, Number One refused to turn back to him. What would happen if he did? If he went to Makoto's side and released him out into the world to live his life? Would he have a life? Would the government find him and return him to where he was? Would he be the source of misery for hundreds of thousands of civilians across the world?

Why did Makoto Kagutsuchi exist?

Number One ignored the last shriek Makoto made for him to come back and help him, disappearing through the lab door and back out in the night. His face was contorted through shame and agony, his body still washing away the warmth he had shared with his other self...

"I hope you disappear one day, Makoto... I hope no one ever finds you..."

But that was foolish thinking. Makoto existed. More were to come from this. Number One gritted his teeth as the cold, night air greeted him.

Why did they have to exist?

#mdarc #master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #yuma kokohead #makoto kagutsuchi #number one #kokotsuchi #makoyuma #nsft prompts #thanks for the ask!#mannnnn this felt like writing a fic for Number One from Kids Next Door lol #but also it was very angsty to write #writing prompts

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austajunk · 9 months

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Kokotsuchi for no.18?

Makoto and Yuma already?! I feel so spoiled!

Triggers: Dubcon, sex under the influence of drugs, manipulation

Also takes place towards the end of Chapter Five in the bathhouse, so spoilers!

“What…did you…ugh…do?”

Horrified, Yuma’s eyes lowered to his wrist to see the syringe that had plunged into his veins. A cold liquid rushed through his arm before he could even get the last word through his lips. He slumped forward over the pipe where Makoto Kagutschi, CEO of Amaterasu Corporation, caught him in his arms, letting Yuma rest against his chest.

What had Makoto injected into him? Within mere seconds, Yuma’s mind was rushing so fast that it made him dizzy. He could only grip the front of Makoto’s suit to steady himself as that cold feeling sank deeper through his body.

“It’s alright,” he heard Makoto whisper into his ear. A hand rested on Yuma’s back to help him balance. “It’s a safe concoction recently developed at Amaterasu Corp. Nothing lethal, but you’ll lose some of your motor functions.”

“Wh-Why?” Yuma managed to sputter out. True to Makoto’s words, he couldn’t find the coordination to shove Makoto away from him.

And… strangely enough, that cold, otherworldly rush he had experienced seconds ago was starting to burn instead inside his veins. The heat was unbearable, pulsing through him one beat after the next. Yuma’s face swelled with color, feeling that uncomfortable throb travel all the way to his groin.

Makoto placed a finger to that mask of his and Yuma could practically feel the smile behind it. “Don’t interrupt. As I was saying, some of your motor functions will slip slightly, but you’re still relatively coherent, aren’t you? Of course…another side effect of this nifty drug is that you’ll be a bit more amorous than you’re used to…”

“Huh… I…”

Yuma’s clutch on Makoto’s suit deepened. His breaths shortened. Makoto ignored his needy gasps and instead, busied himself by guiding Yuma over to a nearby wall of the bathhouse. “I’ve wanted to study you for a while, you know?” Makoto said. “Just to learn about your body…our body…”

“What do you me…ngh…”

Makoto peeled Yuma’s cloak off effortlessly and then undid the latches of his uniform. The top slid down Yuma’s body and revealed his slender chest for Makoto’s cool hands to caress. Makoto cupped his chest and sighed gently, sliding his digits over Yuma’s nipples.

“Ngh-!” Yuma winced, surrendering to his knees. Jolts of amplified pleasure seared from Makoto’s attention. He sniffled and tried to shake his head. “Pl-Please…why?”

“Hehehe. Please don’t be so scared or upset, Yuma,” said Makoto playfully. “I won’t hurt you. Like I said, "I want to learn about you.”

The sound of a zipper sliding down made Yuma’s frantic heart skip another beat. A line of drool formed to his lips as Makoto’s skillful hands stroked the front of his trousers. After a few keen caresses, he guided Yuma’s cock out of his boxers and into view.

Yuma shuddered, but couldn’t help but to roll his hips and pump into the air. The cool air surrounded his needy cock and he wanted to cry out.

“It’s alright,” Makoto said again. “This is natural for us. Our bodies ultimately work the same…”

Yuma could almost detect that tragic note in Makoto’s voice but he was too out of his senses to care. He wanted to melt in Makoto’s hands. “Ah…ah…” He couldn’t wait. If he had to, he’d do the work to get off. Anything to remove this burning need inside of him!

“My, my! You’re taking so much initiative, Yuma! That doesn’t feel like you at all…” Makoto noted as Yuma furiously pumped his hips so his cock slid back into Makoto’s hands.

“I…ha…can’t stop…I just want to—“

Makoto nodded. His thumb slid down the slit of Yuma’s shaft, earning him a throaty moan from his victim. Those fresh tears in Yuma’s eyes persuaded him to cut Yuma’s torment short. There was always a resentment inside of Makoto for his creation, but he had to admit that he loved watching those human emotions of Yuma’s burst at the seams. That resentment diminished so quickly into lust. The drug he assaulted Yuma with was just a spur of the moment kind of deal. How would his other self react? Would…Would he need Makoto too?

Makoto sighed and ran his hand sharply up and down Yuma’s length, each stroke more slick than the last. Yuma wasn’t holding back. He moved his hips as he squealed. He wanted this.

He wanted Makoto.

Makoto entwined his other hand in Yuma’s and continued to pump his cock with his fingers until he saw detective’s features tighten. Yuma panted and drove his head back.

“Ah-! I can’t—! Makoto—!”

Such an earnest cry of need, Makoto thought in amusement. It was so…real. It was all so real.

A line of spunk shot across Makoto’s shoes. Then a second, much shorter string across the bright violent slacks he wore. “That’s a shame,” Makoto taunted gently. “I did just get this suit dry cleaned…but…”

He peered down at Yuma’s contorted face of pleasure and shrugged, watching the detective wince and reach for him again.

“I really don’t mind…”

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Could we get 16, 21 (omegaverse, and 30 (knotting) with Alpha Makoto x Yuma? I love these fics btw!

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you're enjoying the fics and I'm hoping this one gives you something fun to read too.

What would happen if Yuma was an Omega and went right into heat just as Makoto rescued him from the river? Let's find out beneath the cut. :3

Triggers: Dubcon, Omegaverse, Heat, Knotting, and mention of impregnation...

The justification as to why Makoto Kagutsuchi had decided to claim Yuma as his Omega was flimsy at best and he was well aware of it. Hiding from the truth became so much easier when he wore a mask, but as he peered down at the quivering Omega on the bed, Makoto saw fit to show his face to his victim.

Ever since he had scooped Yuma Kokohead up from the river and brought him up to his penthouse, his body had unmistakably fallen into a dreadful heat. Makoto removed his soggy clothing and found his hot, milky skin was coated in a thick layer of sweat. Between his legs, Yuma's cock twitched in his sleep and the soft, wanting whimpers leaked freely from his lips. It took Makoto clutching his own chest and pulling back to keep himself from mounting the detective. He had wanted to save Yuma, to rescue him from hypothermia and drowning and instead, his head filled with dark perversions that he could only dream of bestowing upon his other self.

An enticing scent wafted through his room even when he shut Yuma inside and blocked the doors. In the middle of the night, however, Makoto found that he had walked in his sleep up to the door of Yuma's room. He could hear the grunts of turbulence as his human self tried to please himself. Makoto sighed and pressed his head to the door for a moment to listen to the strained whimpers. Was he fingering his lubricated, tight asshole? Was he running his hands over his cock, desperately trying to fight his urge to find a mate and beg them to breed him?

These were the thoughts that seeded and grew within Makoto's mind until he unlatched the door. There, he found his human self plowing his hips into one of the silky threaded pillows he had been resting again. His body was pink and trembling, his nipples were swollen and exposed, and his ass quivered in the air. The shreds of his clothing coated the bed around his body. He needed to be bred and taken. That much was for sure.

But still, Makoto didn't know if it should be this way. He lingered in the sick satisfaction that the truest version of himself was actually an Omega while Makoto had the urge to absolutely devour him.

"Yuma…" He knelt to the bed and whispered to the struggling male across from him. "Look at me."

Weakly, Yuma's eyes opened as his breath left his lips, quick and feverish. Even before Makoto could remove his mask, Yuma tried to shake his head. "No… please…ah…don't."

The message was clear and despite himself, Makoto felt pity. A homunculus shouldn't have to filter his emotions for the person he was created from, but he couldn't despise Yuma in the slightest. He didn't want to curse his existence or creation when Yuma's lithe body tempted him and made him hard. He wanted to return to him and hold him closer. Of course… being inside of Yuma will have to do.

The sound of a zipper going down made Yuma's eyes widen. With his full attention, Makoto shed his mask as well. Those dark purple eyes bore into each other and that exasperated gasp formed from Yuma as he realized. How could someone else bear his face? Even as his body kept him entranced in a coat of sweat and longing, Makoto watched his expression fight to change to confusion and horror.

"I know," Makoto said playfully, his breath becoming more labored from the need to exert his ownership over his Omega. "We really are quite beautiful together…"

A harsh bite was delivered to Yuma's neck, one that was deep enough to break through his skin. The sweet and salty copper taste filled Makoto's lips and he savored the pulse of his other self's neck. Just a mark to always keep track of his Omega. What would he do if Yuma was released into Kanai Ward and the Alphas on the streets saw him without a mark? Unclaimed Omegas were to be mated and taken on sight and Makoto couldn't bear that for Yuma. His bite turned into a line of passionate kisses and nips down Yuma's pale form. Makoto was possessive in his motions, but with each kiss and bite, he would trail his tongue over the wounds to soothe him.

Devouring Yuma and making him his own was all well and good, but Makoto couldn't fathom destroying him and leaving him broken. Even when Yuma's body tempted his knot to form to the base of his cock, all he wanted to do was ease Yuma's suffering.

His palms gripped Yuma's rear and brought the trembling Omega over to his lap. Yuma arched his back, doing little to disguise the uncertainty on his face. His body spoke for him instead. Makoto knew he couldn't bear to fight him, to even hold back the low moan that left him as his ass hovered above Makoto's cock.

Letting the tip of his cock brush to Yuma's entrance, Makoto warned, "Once I'm inside you, I'm not going to part from you for a long, long time." He grinned, enjoying the curl of heat he experienced from Yuma's body. Even in that perverse daze, Yuma was still so pretty. Makoto cupped his cheek with a free hand as the boy sank around his shaft. He watched Yuma's eyes shut tightly and as those pained gasps and cries left his throat.

Makoto, too, hissed as Yuma's warmth sank down his cock until he balanced on his knot. "There…now we'll..hng..stay together like this-!" With more force than his voice was used to, he expressed his urges. He would make Yuma understand that he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Or ever, perhaps. But maybe that was too cruel a thought for Makoto to entertain.

Instead, he forced Yuma on his hands and knees over a pillow and drove his hips into him over and over. His fingernails sank into his pale skin and left the boy red and he slammed his knot to Yuma's puckered ass. Luckily for him, his heat had left him lubricated well enough for Makoto to slip inside of him in a thick and wet pop! Yuma cried and moaned into his pillow, burying his face. His ass throbbed. A searing hot flame tore through his flesh as his ass was forced to expand over Makoto's girth, to accept him in his entirety.

But Makoto didn't want to stop. He sank his canines into Yuma's lovebite to remind his other self that so long as he was present, he would be safe. Whatever would soothe and comfort him. The whimpers died down a bit as he utterly rutted and humped his mate, capturing Yuma's cock with his right hand. It was slick with precum dribbling freely as he pumped and ran his fingers over it. This and with the unpredictable slams inside of Yuma sent the detective teetering over the abyss of pleasure.

"It's okay," Makoto huffed, his mouth going dry. He felt it too. Within Yuma's walls, his knot was swelling with the need for a sweet and long release.

"Let's come together-!" His breath hitched and their bodies writhed until Yuma surrendered and painted the covers of the bed white beneath his legs. His cock trembled free from Makoto's hands for Yuma to catch and jerk off himself. The cries were lighter than Makoto expected as the warm cum oozed down his own balls. Nevertheless, he enjoyed the throaty grunts and twitches of Yuma's body.

His teeth found the purple mark forming on Yuma's shoulder and Makoto suckle upon it, succumbing to his own release inside of his mate. Thick spurts of cum filled Yuma's ass. His knot pulsed and increased the volume until he could feel Yuma whimper from the fullness. Was it enough? Makoto had to wonder, arching his back and letting his blonde hair stick to the sweat on the back of his neck. Would his love take seed in a true human like Yuma?

…Only time could tell. Like a satisfied lion, Makoto settled on top of Yuma and bucked against his hips again. They weren't done. Not by a long shot.

"Ungh…" Yuma opened his eyes wearily and trembled.

Makoto silenced whatever his complaints were with a deep kiss. His hand entwined with Yuma's locks and brought his head close so their tongues could meet and dance. Yuma accepted him much to Makoto's delight.

After all… they were the same, weren't they? And for the next several hours, they would reduce themselves to nothing but urges and instincts instead of anything close to human…

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