A "night of passion" for Shuichi and Kokichi

"I think this is it," Shuichi declared, arriving in front of the huge, heart-shaped, flamboyantly red double-doors, a locked room most of the student body had never had any reason to approach on their character-filled campus.

"Wow, that's a detective for you!" Kokichi praised him, nodding approvingly in mockery. "If there's an Ultimate Love Suite around here, this just might be it. I feel real lucky to have you leading the way!"

"Yeah, ha ha, laugh it up," Shuichi grumbled internally as he fit the key into the lock. "We'll see who's laughing when I fix that attitude of yours." As nervous as he was about what was coming up, he was relieved when he saw the key turned. A part of him had begun to suspect this really was some big joke, that Kokichi had worked with Monokuma to lead him to this place just so he'd have the experience as ammo for jokes far into the future. However, as the doors swung open to a huge red-sheeted bed, heart-decorated pillows, and more toys than Shuichi could identify, the experience began to become real. He felt his mouth dry up and gulped down his nerves. "You know... if you're just messing with me, now's your chance to back out, Kokichi."

"I was about to say the same to you," Kokichi replied in a calmer, friendly way. Preventing his classmate from seeing his face to confirm if he was feeling the same sort of butterflies in his stomach, Kokichi rushed ahead into the room. "Wow, whoever set this up really went all out! I've never seen so many toys! Hey, Shuichi, why do you think this rocking horse is triangular?"

"You're not a kid!" Shuichi shouted, biting his tongue and shutting the door carefully behind him, giving the hall they'd just entered from one last scan to make sure no one had seen him enter this way. "You're not a kid, so stop acting like one," he repeated more quietly. "I know your personality is all over the place, but can you try to behave like an adult while we're doing this?!"

Kokichi bored into him with his big, smiling eyes, as if trying to see if Shuichi himself understood just what situation they were in. "Mmm... No matter how old I get, I never wanna start acting like an adult. Adults made this whole crazy world we're in. I bet they made this wacky room we're in now, trapping a couple of young guys in here who are maybe juuust old enough to know how to make use of a place like this. Is that the kind of adult you wanna become, Shuichi? A perverted sicko who knows how to use these toys? Just let me know..." The young man's smile widened slightly. "I'm happy to help you become that, right now!"

"Don't act like I'm here because I want to be." Shuichi pulled his cap down over his eyes, keeping them glancing around the room but off of his tormentor. "I'm just here to put my concerns to rest and to fix your behavior, once and for all."

"Oh, right! That. I'm looking forward to that," Kokichi replied, happily displaying a belittling grin again. "Lessee, what in this room will the Ultimate Detective use to fix my rotten behavior? Are you going to strap me into that weird horse? Are you gonna make use of that paddle over there? That'd be traditional! There's gotta be something more creative than that." The young man turned to face the bed behind him, staring at the garishly decorated furniture that was the room's centerpiece. "Maybe you were thinking if the two of us lie down right over here, that'd be enough? Wait, Shuichi, you've heard about the birds and the bees, haven't you? You know it's not enough for two people to sleep in the same bed for it to count, right?"

The antagonistic student giggled, fully expecting Shuichi to reply with the straight-man response that the two of them weren't going to be making a baby, already loading more ammo for his relentless teasing. He clearly intended to keep poking and prodding Shuichi until the detective finally got heated enough to do something exciting, or else stayed cool enough that they could both call it quits and leave...

It turned out he wouldn't be waiting that long. Kokichi was surprised when his arms were grabbed and bound behind his back by a pair of fuzzy handcuffs slapped around his wrists. Before he could even fire off a witty one-liner, hands forcefully pressed against his back and pushed him face-down onto the bed. "Woah-hoh!" he shouted, crawling forward on the bed and trying to turn his head around to see his assailant. "Who-?"

The only person there was Shuichi, his cap set aside so that his bright red face could be seen burning around serious grey eyes. He gulped, but he didn't stop. As Kokichi watched, the detective moved onto the bed on his knees, over his captive's body. Shuichi gulped, then finally spoke, his conviction sounding shakier than it had felt and looked. "If you don't want this... You can just tell me, okay? You don't have to fight me... You can crawl away, or just say 'time out!' or-"

Kokichi laughed. "So you are in there, after all? Hmm..." Kokichi had his head turned so his cheek was against the bed, only seeing the flushing detective with half his vision. "Hmmmm... Maybe I wanna struggle, though! Ahem hm... Heeeeelp!!" Kokichi began to shout as loudly as he could. If anyone happened to pass by the place, they'd hear very convincing, childish wails, projecting actual fear to anyone who wasn't familiar with the situation. "Heeeelp! Police brutality! Police misconduct! I'm innocent, innocent of everything, but this nasty detective lured me to his lair, and now he's gonna rough me up and m-mff!"

Before the other student could protest any more, Shuichi had wrapped his mouth with a gag to match the cuffs. Appropriate for the room, it was a bright red ball gag, which somehow seemed already to be the perfect size and adjustment to wrap around comfortably yet securely. "Finally, I found a way to shut you up!" Shuichi tried a quip, feeling like an action hero for only a brief moment before feeling like a different sort of movie star, looking at his frenemy lying helpless and bound. The seat of the young man's white pants was up and presented, his lips held open around the rubber ball, yet curling at the edges into what read as a smile, in spite of it. "It still feels like he has me right where he wants me... Is this a trap, after all? Am I falling deeper into it?" Shuichi thought to himself.

A part of the detective wanted to grab a paddle, and-

"N-no! No no, what am I thinking?!" Shuichi stopped himself. "It's the atmosphere of the room, it's gotta be! I'm not here to get pleasure out of spanking this guy. He's... a g-guy, and a twisted scumbag, besides! No, the right move here is to... pleasure him, as quickly and clinically as possible. And if he's not resisting, I gotta do it as fast as I can, before he changes his mind." His brain stopped at "not resisting," unwilling to change that to the "inviting it" he was on the verge of admitting.

To stop himself from questioning it any further or getting cold feet, he did the most logical thing he could think of: he climbed over Kokichi's prone body, pressing the villain down into the sheets and preventing him from making eye contact. His chest was against the other man's back; his hand was in the other man's unruly hair; and, once he'd gone all-in, grabbing the other man's pants at the waist and yanking them down to the ankles to reveal his black-and-white checkered boxers, the crotch of his pants was against the curve of Kokichi's ass.

"I never thought I'd be in this situation with another guy... My first time was supposed to be a woman, like Kaede, right? Wait, forget it! This doesn't count as a first time! This isn't sex, it's.. it's masturbating, right?" Shuichi convinced himself. "G-guys do it all the time! It's just... his... instead of mine..." The detective found himself moving ahead before he could wimp out, reaching around to the front of Kokichi's shorts, finding the fly, then fishing it out...

...

"I-it's hard," Shuichi realized, gulping. He wasn't actually looking at it, from this position, so he couldn't tell if Kokichi's was bigger or smaller than his own, but the shaft he'd gotten his thin fingers around was already hard. Actually, for that matter... Shuichi tried to back his own lower body off of Kokichi's, realizing it was revealing a piece of compromising information he wanted to keep secret from his captive. However, he found he couldn't easily reach the other student's dick from that position. He ended up dropping his body back down, unintentionally grinding it on the other boy.

He felt a movement. A twitch. He wasn't sure, but he almost thought of it as a shudder.

If he was looking at Kokichi's expression, what kind of face would he see? If it was an expression of defeat, of submission, would it be worth it to take that detour?

Shuichi shook his head madly, displacing his own neat black hair as he dispelled the thought. "The only thing I ought to be asking myself is why I didn't wrap my hand in a sock or something before I started this! What was I thinking?! Was I excited...? N-no, I was excited to get it over with, maybe!!" The detective continued an internal argument, which was actually effective in getting himself working a bit faster. Almost subconsciously, his hand had begun picking up speed in its pumping, heedless of its owner's questions of how to make the action read as more clinical and less passionate, or whether this would even satisfy the condition for the transformation that was supposed to happen.

Now, more than anything, Shuichi was determined not to let this be for nothing. If he slowed down to think of it, he might come to his senses. If he came to his senses, the only thing he'd have to show for this excursion was a humiliating story that Kokichi, of all people, would be witness to. He just had to keep going...

But why wasn't anything happening?! The only way Kokichi seemed to be changing was that his already-erect member was getting hotter and harder under Shuichi's touch. Shouldn't there have been some kind of magical transformation to turn them into the perfect pair by now?! "Wait... I get it! It must be because... b-because I'm not feeling the 'height of passion' or whatever myself! Of course I wouldn't be, not with Kokichi! O-or any other guy," Shuichi reminded himself. "If I'm going to do this, I need to think about someone I'd actually wanna f-" he stopped himself, gritting his teeth. "Wanna be here with," he censored his own thought.

Determined to make this work, Shuichi began thinking of the name that popped into his head, growling it over and over again as he went harder to work on his captive's shaft. Thoughtlessly, he began grinding his hips against the young man beneath him, his own breath becoming hotter and his own pants getting tighter as his crotch rubbed against the cloth separating it from his classmate.

Then, as the Ultimate Detective humped and jacked off the Ultimate Supreme Leader, right as it seemed one young man or the other was going to lose their confrontation, something amazing did happen.