Mission Clear

Neku awoke on Day Three of his second game in the Scramble Crossing to the sound of Joshua’s voice, chattering away on his cell phone as he’d done the day before. Getting up and stretching, he glanced around at the crowds that didn’t quite walk through him. Rather, they veered aside at the last second to pass them, seeming not to notice or care what they were doing. Glaring at Joshua, he pondered all of the things that he wished he could do to the snotty teen, finding some satisfaction at the thought of his fist meeting the other’s face. Smug brat.

The platinum blonde glanced over at Neku, then spoke a few more quiet words before hanging up his phone. “Good morning, sunshine,” he greeted, snide as ever. “There’s no mission yet.”

Reflexively glancing down at his hand, the orange-haired teen frowned. “Weird.”

“No matter,” Joshua shrugged. “Mind tagging along? I need to get over to Cat Street.”

“What for?” Neku frowned, crossing his arms.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Joshua said smoothly, brushing past Neku and heading towards the Shibu Dept. Store. “Come along, now. We don’t want to get left behind, do we?”

Neku frowned and stayed where he was. “What about our mission?”

“What mission?” the blonde sighed, displaying his left hand. An unmarked palm was thrust into Neku’s face. “If you hadn’t noticed, we don’t have one.”

“They always give out a mission,” the headphone-wearing teen protested.

Joshua opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the sound of his phone bleeping. Neku’s echoed it, and as one they flipped open their phones and checked the message.

They stood in silence for all of a minute, staring at the text blinking on their screens. “What. The. Hell?” Neku asked.

“It seems fairly obvious,” Joshua purred.

The other teen turned his phone around, displaying the screen. “This has to be some kind of sick joke!”

One among you is a virgin. Deflower him. You have 220 minutes. Fail, and face erasure. – The Reapers.

They both winced as the timer was burned into their hands, both glancing at their respective palms.

“What’s bothering you, Neku?” Joshua asked, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “It’s a fairly straightforward mission. One of the Players is a virgin, and from the message, it’s a boy. In order to pass they simply have to engage in intercourse.”

Neku blushed mightily. “Only one of the players?”

Joshua grinned evilly. “Oh my. Are you…?”

The teen turned away. “I didn’t have any friends. Why would I have any girlfriends?”

“I see. Well, the mission is fairly obvious. Shall we find a female Player? I’m sure Nao wouldn’t mind…” Joshua peered around the masses at the Scramble Crossing.

“No.”

Surprised, the blonde turned to his partner. “Why Neku, are you refusing? If you don’t pass the mission, you can’t return to life. I thought you couldn’t afford to lose?”

“I can’t afford to lose!” Neku shouted, whirling back to face the smug teen. “But…” He turned his face away, the blush returning in full force. “I can’t… Not with just anyone.”

“Your options are rather limited,” Joshua noted. “It has to be another Player… No one else can see us.”

“I know that!” Neku grumbled. “But I… I can’t. I just…”

“Well, we have four hours,” the blonde sighed. “Shall we go to Cat Street? There’s plenty of time, and I’m sure we can find a bed.”

Blushing mightily, Neku followed his partner through the streets, hardly even noticing when they were barred by red-hooded reapers. Joshua was the one to clear the walls, as he was trying to reconcile himself with this mission. He couldn’t afford to lose, he knew, but to have to sleep with someone to meet some Reaper’s twisted missions?

He was cornered and he knew it.

“Here we are,” Joshua declared, pushing open the door into the empty café. “Mr. H, are you in?”

Neku sat at a table, still debating with himself. He handed over his phone without a word when asked, not even registering when he was being spoken to.

“Hey, what’s up with Phones?” Hanekoma asked behind his hand to Joshua. “He’s even quieter than usual.”

Joshua shrugged. “He’s the subject of today’s mission. He has to lose his virginity in… oh, three hours.”

“Ah. Twisted GM, huh? Well, he’s free to use the bedroom upstairs if he can find someone willing to do it.” Hanekoma shrugged. “It’s not the worst mission ever, but it is a pretty bad one.”

Neku sighed suddenly, drawing attention back to himself. Resolutely he stood, taking the few steps that would bring him face to face with Joshua. “I’ve decided.”

“Hm?” Joshua and Hanekoma said at once.

“Joshua. Would you help me with this mission?” Neku’s face was red, but he didn’t stumble over his words. “You’re my partner, and I trust you.”

“Well, well,” the blonde mused. “That’s unexpected, Neku. I didn’t realize you swung that way.”

“Shut up!” The other teen couldn’t hold Joshua’s gaze, glancing at the open door. “I don’t, not really, but what other choice do I have?”

“We could still find Nao.” It was a futile suggestion, the blonde knew, but he figured it was a shot. When Neku made up his mind, he was hard to persuade differently.

“No. Like I said, I trust you.” He was still red, but more conviction had crept into his tone.

“Well then. Mr. H, we’ll be upstairs if you need us.” Joshua took Neku’s hand and led him through the door at the back of the shop and up the flight of stairs that greeted them.

“There’s some lube in the nightstand!” Hanekoma’s voice echoed after them.

“I hope he didn’t have any customers…” Neku said faintly.

“Embarrassed, Neku?” Joshua smirked at him, even as they passed through a sparsely decorated living room, a kitchen visible through an empty doorway. It looked like the place was hardly lived in, Neku noted, but Joshua knew exactly where he was going as they marched down a hallway, bypassing a bathroom with a shower, and into a nearly bare bedroom. There was only a full-size bed with a red comforter and matching pillows piled on, as well as the aforementioned nightstand, small lamp the only thing on it.

Now that they were in the bedroom and the act was nearly upon him, Neku’s conviction was wavering. But a glance at his palm, seeing that an hour had already passed, reminded him of why he was doing this. He had to do this for Shiki.

“All right, Neku,” Joshua declared, releasing his hand and turning to face him. “Still want to go through with this?”

Neku swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

The blonde stepped closer to him, an arm snaking its way around Neku’s waist while the other hand tilted his chin up. “I’ll be gentle.” The whispered words caused him to shiver, hands reaching up instinctively to clutch at the white dress shirt the other wore.

Joshua was warm against him, as warm as the lips pressed against his, softly at first. Neku was surprised at how good it felt, his eyes slipping closed to better enjoy the sensation. He was mildly disappointed when the blonde pulled away, but the hand holding his chin shifted, parting his lips, and then the kiss was resumed, Joshua’s tongue darting into his open mouth. The orange-haired teen moaned at the sensation, pressing dazedly against the intruder with his own tongue.

They parted a moment later, gasping for breath. A bit overwhelmed, Neku rested his head against Joshua’s shoulder, trying to collect himself. Undeterred, Joshua pressed a kiss to a head of orange hair, the hand that had been at Neku’s chin migrating down, stroking lightly at lightly muscled arms and a clothed torso. “Having fun yet?” the blonde purred.

“Yes,” was the breathless response. “What’s next?”

“Eager now, aren’t you?” Joshua pulled gently at him, guiding him towards the bed waiting right behind them. “It’s quite simple, really. Why don’t you just lie back and enjoy it?”

“Hm.” Neku pulled away and sat down on the bed, looking away and blushing slightly. The blonde reached with both hands and pulled off the ever-present headphones, setting them gingerly on the nightstand. He then placed a hand against Neku’s chest and pushed lightly, prompting the orange-haired teen backwards on the bed until he was leaning against the pillows, still blushing. Straddling the slim waist, Joshua kissed him again, ravaging the willing mouth. At the same time he stroked Neku’s chest and abdomen through the thick black and purple shirt, grinning at the shivers that ran through the muscles under his hands. The kiss broke a moment later, the orange-haired boy panting heavily from more than just loss of breath. Glancing down, Joshua decided that Neku was definitely willing, then lifted the black and purple fabric over the other teen’s head. Humming in approval at the unmarked skin in front of him, he leaned forward and kissed the crook of Neku’s neck, sucking lightly at the tender skin there.

The orange-haired teen moaned at the sensation, bringing his hands to rest on the blonde’s shoulders. Pleased with the reaction, Joshua put his hands to work, sparing no time with undoing the button on Neku’s shorts and releasing the fully erect member from their confines. The other teen couldn’t help his shout as the hands started stroking him, alternating between tight, quick thrusts up and down and light, teasing pressure. “Ah! Josh!”

“Like that, hm?” Joshua grinned teasingly at him. Neku’s eyes were half-lidded, and it was debatable whether or not he actually registered the grin. “This may be quicker than I thought.”

Without further ado he released Neku’s erection and tugged the shorts down, pulling them off along with socks and shoes and tossing them somewhere off to the side. He then undressed quickly and retrieved the lube from the nightstand, then nudged the orange-haired boy’s legs apart so he could settle between them. Neku, for his part, was slowly recovering from the onslaught of pleasure, gaze slowly clearing to watch what Joshua was doing.

“The next part is even better,” the blonde grinned, squeezing some lube out onto his fingers. “Just close your eyes.”

“I trust you,” Neku whispered, turning his face away and bracing himself. Joshua spread the lube over his fingers, coating them fully, then leaned down and took Neku’s erection into his mouth. The other teen cried out at the sudden pleasure, hands clenching into the bedspread, and the blonde was treated to a cacophony of sounds he hadn’t realized his partner was capable of making as he bobbed his head up and down. Satisfied that the other was fully distracted, Joshua prodded blindly below where he could see until his index finger sunk unexpectedly into a relaxed ring of muscle. Said muscles tensed at the intrusion.

“Ngh!” Neku panted, looking down at his partner. “What are you doing?”

Replacing his mouth with the hand currently not in the other boy, Joshua looked mildly affronted at him. “I’m preparing you, Neku. If I don’t, this wouldn’t be nearly as fun for you.”

“But what are you doing? What are you going to do?”

The blonde sighed, but didn’t still the movements of either hand, one stroking and the other moving slowly in and out. “Given your inexperience, I can forgive your ignorance. Once I finish preparing you, which entails me stretching you with two more fingers, I’ll be replacing my fingers with my erection. It’s called sex, Neku.”

Neku’s eyes drifted to the member hanging between the other boy’s legs, wincing a bit at the thought. “That’s going to fit?”

“With a bit of help, yes. Didn’t I tell you to just lie back and enjoy it?”

Neku inhaled deeply and nodded, closing his eyes. Joshua resumed his previous actions, listening to the groans and moans and other noises that wrung itself out of the orange-haired boy, and once he was sure the other was ready he slipped another lubed finger into him. Tensing again, Neku’s hand twisted in the comforter and he panted, riding out the sudden wave of pain. It was minor compared to some wounds he’d received from the Noise, but it had been unexpected.

“Still okay?” Joshua asked, not stilling the fingers pressing deeper into Neku. “Just give it a second and it’ll be okay.”

“You don’t normally care this much,” the teen grumped.

“Why Neku, I’m hurt. You seem to think I’m heartless.”

Sufficiently distracted, Neku was faintly surprised that the pain had passed amongst their witty banter, and Joshua’s mouth returning to his member sent away any chance he’d had of responding. Grinning at his success, Joshua dared to plunge the next finger in, wincing at the shriek that split the bedroom.

“That hurts!” the orange-haired boy cried.

“I know, Neku, I know. Just relax.”

“You try relaxing, you jerk!” Neku retorted, entire body tense from the pain. Joshua sighed and stroked Neku harshly, trying to distract him from the pain. Neku’s breath caught in his throat, and a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan emerged. The blonde worked his fingers relentlessly, spreading them as far as he could manage in the tightness of the other boy while he returned his mouth to the other boy’s erection. After a moment the orange-haired boy relaxed, settling back against the covers.

“See, Neku?” Joshua purred, thrusting in and out with his hands. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

His only response was a moan.

“I’m going to put mine in now. It might hurt, but I promise you it’ll fade.”

He withdrew his hand and retrieved the lube, slathering it on before discarding the small tube and arranging Neku’s legs how he needed them, one slung over his shoulder. Positioning himself, he glanced at the other boy. “Are you ready?”

Neku clutched the comforter. “Just get it over with.”

Joshua eased in, feeling the tight hole swallow him, urging him faster. But Neku was tense beneath him, breath hissing out between clenched teeth as the blonde entered him inch by agonizing inch. He hadn’t thought the other boy would fit, but he could feel him in him, and through the pain there was also a strangely pleasurable sensation that came with being filled.

It seemed as if an eternity had passed before Joshua stopped, buried in his partner. It took all of his considerable willpower not to just pound into the other boy, but he knew he had to give the other boy a chance to adjust. If he lost Neku’s trust, there would be no way they could go on to win the game.

“Still there, Neku?” Joshua panted, his composure slipping. He didn’t know how much longer he could just sit there with the oh-so-heavenly tightness gripping him.

The orange-haired boy shifted beneath him, eliciting moans from them both. “Move,” Neku gasped, bucking his hips.

The blonde didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out, then thrust back in without further invitation, settling into a brisk but moderate pace that had Neku screaming his name. He could have been screaming too, he wasn’t sure, so focused was he on the body willingly meeting him thrust for thrust. He didn’t know how long he went on like that, only that it was an eternity and yet far too soon before Neku cried out his name and came messily all over himself, Joshua, and the formerly-pristine bedspread beneath them. The passage around him tightened to an unbearable level, and only one or two thrusts later the blonde moaned, burying himself in the other boy and coming hard.

It took them about five minutes to come back to themselves, and somewhat regretfully Joshua pulled out and flopped onto the bed next to Neku, officially worn out. Glancing blearily at his left palm, he saw that the timer had vanished.

“Mission clear,” Neku murmured, but he made no move to leave. Instead, surprising his partner, he curled up into Joshua’s arms and yawned. “Wake me up tomorrow…”

The boy was asleep immediately, and Joshua brushed back orange bangs to regard the sleeping face. “That wasn’t too horrible,” he murmured, then yawned. Maybe Neku had the right idea. “There’s always tomorrow…”