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Raidou isn’t too surprised to see his other self walk into the detective agency — not after their multitude of encounters. Narumi starts to give him his usual welcome spiel before looking up from his morning toast, but when he sees who their visitor is, he groans.“Looks like this one’s for you,” he tells Raidou, sighing as if affronted by the lack of business.Raido explains that he needs help with some sort of ritual, and before long, the two devil summoners are on their way to Shinoda. By “help,” Raidou assumes his other self is stuck in this world again, much like how they both had travelled through the dimensional rift before. Refusal wasn’t an option, of course; not when he knows it’s in his power to assist.When they arrive at the hidden shrine, it’s dark, as he's come to expect. Raidou can hear the faint sound of chimes as a light breeze makes its way through, but other than that, it’s eerily quiet. He makes his way toward the shrine to ring the bell to alert the herald of their arrival, but Raido pulls him back by his shoulder.“She said she’d give us privacy for this.”This piques Raidou’s interest. Although he’s wary of participating in any ritual without the guidance of the herald, he trusts his other self. Despite being from separate universes, they’re the same person, no matter how their different experiences might have ended up shaping them.“This is to get home. And for power,” Raido explains, as if steeling himself. “I needed another Kuzunoha for the ritual.”They aren’t the only devil summoners in the Capital, though, and when Raidou mentions this, his other self shakes his head.“If you think there’s anyone else I’d do this with — Kuzunoha or not — you’re wrong.”What “this” is still remains to be seen, but before long, Raido is leaning in to kiss him. He’s shocked at first, as he hadn’t expected anything like this, and then the shyness creeps in. It keeps him still, since he doesn’t want to offend Raido by pulling away. And if this has something to do with the ritual, he’ll be required to tolerate it, anyways.Raido touches his lips with his tongue, and at that, he almost does jump back. But there’s a hand on his neck now, holding him in place, and in a way, it calms him in its familiarity.He tastes something sweet and sugary; strangely intoxicating in its flavor.“It’ll make things easier,” Raido explains once he’s pulled away.Raidou almost wishes he hadn’t stopped kissing him, as his skin starts to heat up, but Raido’s hands are on him again before very long. He’s unclasping his cloak, and when it falls to the ground, Raidou looks at it in somewhat of a daze. It’s his cloak — he knows it is — but somehow, it doesn’t feel like it is.He’s on his knees before he even realizes he wants to be there. One of Raido’s hands is holding onto his shoulder, while the other cups his cheek. He can feel his eyes on him, and he tries to crane his neck up to see, but they’re too close. Then the hand on his face — that soothing touch against his heated skin — is gone, and Raido is pulling down his pants.Raidou has never seen himself at this angle before, and the cock now in front of him doesn’t seem like his own. It can’t be, especially not when Raido’s hand on the back of his head guides him even closer, and his mouth is wrapping around him.He’s already slick with pre-come, and the taste is somewhat bitter. Raidou decides he likes it — needs more of it, actually — as he bobs his head, testing out the sensations.Not sure on how to proceed, he figures he’ll try to mimic some of the sensations he enjoys when he touches himself. Raido is him, after all; their bodies must react to the same sort of stimulants. He focuses on the head of Raido’s cock, using one of his hands to pump him when he needs to take a breath.Above him, Raido moans his approval. It’s quiet, as he attempts to hold in his voice, but it’s enough for Raidou to lean back in to run his tongue along his shaft. He can feel the way Raido is shuddering beneath his touch, and his cock is even more wet when he touches him again.Although he can’t recall ever having this much pre-come when he’s touched himself, he’s never been in a situation quite like this, either. Maybe it has to do with whatever he gave him earlier when he kissed him — that sweetness in his mouth — or maybe it’s Raidou himself. Maybe his other self is enjoying this because of their similarities, at least in part.He moves his mouth more quickly now, taking in as much of Raido’s cock as he can. Raido gasps, his hands moving to hold his head in place for a few moments as he rocks in and out of his mouth. Although the hands keeping him in place are strong, Raido is still thrusting gently, as if holding himself back. A part of him appreciates that intimate awareness of his comfort, but another part wants more; wants to taste his come on his tongue.It strikes him as a strange sort of ritual, but he’s glad Raido chose him, after all. He’s never known such heat — it bites at his skin, making sweat drip down his neck, and he’s grateful his other self thought to take off his cloak. But everything’s hot, and he wishes he could shimmy out of his clothes. He wants to cleanse the heat inside him, and yet he doesn’t. Somehow he knows that Raido’s orgasm will ease the warmth, so he takes him deeper into his mouth; moves his tongue faster.Whenever he pulls back to use his hands — pumping at Raido’s cock, despite the ache in his arm — he’s able to focus on his moans more. They’re louder now as his other self starts to lose his carefully-wound composure, his breathy groans echoing in the stillness of the forest.He’s leaning in again, his mouth about to wrap around him again, when Raido comes. His grip is even tighter now and he rides out his release, coming on Raidou’s face before he thinks to pull away. While he was unsure before, this is definitely more than he’s ever come before; he can feel it dripping down his cheeks and onto his clothes in thick droplets. When he licks his lips, he can taste that hint of bitterness again.Raido is wiping at his face, even as he himself is still reeling as the warmth in his chest seems to recede. When he looks up at his other self, he sees he’s using his own cloak to clean him, and not the discarded one lying less than a foot away.He’s apologizing, but Raidou shakes his head. Although it was sudden and strange, he’s glad to have been of some help.“I guess this means I’ll be seeing you again soon,” Raidou says. “For when I’m tasked with such a ritual.”It takes a moment for the meaning to sink in, but when Raido smiles at him, he feels his worries ease.“Yes,” Raido agrees. “Very soon, I think.”