Just for the Anarchy | OumaSai AU

The "Heist" Part Two

"I am going to steal your heart."

The masked thief sat back and stared down at me, a toothy grin plastered on his face. Yet, it was different from the usual mischievous expression, and the delivery was far calmer than any previous statement I had heard from this man.

'Wh...Wh-what?' It felt as if it were suddenly noon and the sun was glaring down on me through the several holes scattered along the rooftop. I got the sudden urge to run as far as my legs could carry me and hide away until I was sure everyone had forgotten me. It was a million degrees and the only reason why was because this flirtatious prick just hit me with a surprisingly smooth pick-up line.

"Y'know, you're incredibly cute when you blush, Shuma~" The Thief released his grip from my throat and gently ran his gloved thumb over my cheek, almost certainly feeling the extreme heat radiating off of it. 

He cupped my face with his right hand and hummed as if in thought. I anxiously waited for him to speak, almost anticipating an answer to my mental query. But I began to fear I would miss whatever he said due to the increasing volume of the hammering in my chest, and the more I thought about my heart the faster it would beat and the tint of my cheeks would deepen even further. 

"Hehe, look at you my little Shu toy, you're gettin worked up without me even doin anything!" 

In an instant, the Phantom Thief jerked me up by my shirt until the tips of our noses touched and aggressively ripped the gag from my mouth. The warmth of his breath tickled my lips and I found myself starring at his; pale and chapped...and pierced. Spider bites.

A shiver ran down my spine as something the Thief had called me replayed in my mind: 'Shuma'. He's used pet names before but only one person has ever referred to me as 'Shuma'......

Before I could finish my internal sleuthing my head was violently tugged back by a hand buried in my hair.

"I don't like being ignored detective, especially by my play things~" The typical dangerous, albeit seductive tone had returned to his voice. Apparently I had missed something he said while I was caught up in my thoughts.

I push down the rather embarrassing emotions and feelings that threatened to bubble up, and opened my mouth to speak, tilting my head down in the process in order to look at the Thief. Immediately my head was yanked back by the same hand still gripping at the base of the hair on the back of my head. He then buried his face in the crook of my exposed my neck, latching on and gradually increasing the force behind his bite. I was frozen, utterly melting on the inside, but otherwise paralyzed; I couldn't fight, and hell, a part of me didn't want to.

Unfortunately, that part of me won out, and I couldn't even manage to stifle the horrendously shameful noise that pushed past my lips. Partly because I was holding my breath up until that point, fearing that exact situation and how the asshole responsible would react. His response was a cheeky giggle that tickled the sore bite spot, and then to move right above that and bit down again, except this time was softer. It became clear he planned on leaving behind a hickey or two as he began a drawn-out process of sucking and biting all along the left side of my neck.

I had given up during this, I had let myself get washed up by the actions of another man.

'Shit...does this mean I'm gay? Or bi, I guess?'

It was then that the Thief pulled away and smiled down at his work, licking the slightly bloody corner of his mouth.

"Sorry, babe didn't mean to draw blood." He had released his grip on my hair, and in an exhausted huff, I let my body fall against his. I was confused for a moment as to why I was out of breath, but I realized that when I wasn't holding my breath to stifle a moan, I was moaning.