Hello everybody~! Working on a ViTri fic here for anyone that wants it, so I'll just go through the disclaimers real quick and then some.

Firstly, if you hate Virus and Trip, please don't bother, I don't really want hate mail over how twisted they are, I already know that, thank you much. These characters are indeed fictional and under no circumstances do I condone any of their actions.

Secondly, the characters are from DRAMAtical Murder, I do not in any way shape or form own them or that visual novel, anime, anything within that franchise.

Thirdly, this fanfiction follows along more with the visual novel than it does the anime so if you have no idea of the true nature of Virus and Trip I suggest you turn back now; I would hate to be responsible for ruining it for you.

Lastly, I am not a sick person for liking Virus and Trip, or for liking ViTri, I am just a lowly fangirl, and I have many ships, all ranging from soft adorable fluff to...well stuff like this. If you want something cuter, I do have other stories...not many...but I'm working on it so bear with me and please don't judge.

Next on the agenda, a few notes about this...series of chapters. Both the first and second chapters were born from the possible situations my friends and I discussed would be interesting to see happen, therefore I wrote each chapter with a sort of prompt in mind and yet still having an overall idea of how I want it to end. There are also a lot of little Japanese tidbits here and there, what can I say, I'm a weeabo. I hope you will enjoy, please be gentle~! Also, I will put up the second chapter as soon as I get a feel for how this one is doing. And without any further ado I present to you my first chapter of this ViTri tale.

Chapter 1

It was a night much like any other. The living headquarters, silent, at least, it could be described as an absolute silence, though only moments ago there was a slight bit of commotion emanating one particular room. The silence was short lived in the end, for a fairly tall, built man exited the aforementioned room. He shut the door behind him and though it was dark, his shockingly blue eyes were used to it and he moved with ease from his bedroom door, to the kitchen. It had been his turn to have Aoba for the night, but now that the blue haired captive had passed out, the blonde was rummaging through the fridge for a midnight snack. He wasn't really searching for anything in particular; whatever sounded good to him would be what he'd eat. At the moment he had just cracked into a jar of Maraschino cherries, eating a few at a time, but soon he heard the shuffling of feet and his consumption came to a halt.

He knew instantly that it couldn't have been Aoba; even if he had woken up, and found the strength to move, Welter would have kept him put. This left only one other person and as the artificial blonde casually stood up straight to see past the fridge door, his guess was confirmed. "Hey," he said to the man in glasses, unfazed by the slightly disheveled look the usually quite orderly natural blonde had. He had expected to see something along the lines of this, just by the sound of the natural blonde's footsteps. Virus had obviously been drinking, which wasn't unusual in itself, but he seemed to have gone past his limits, which was unusual. Virus was one for control, so he never really drank more than he could handle. Apparently, tonight was different. When Virus said nothing, the fridge-scavenger turned his attention back to the contents in the large, cold container. He had yet to truly grasp the situation, but it wouldn't be long until he would.

"Oi, Trip," Virus finally spoke, his eyes narrowing on Trip as he curiously peaked over the fridge, "You've never fought with me before." That was all Virus said for now, though the sentence seemed rather unfinished from Trip's point of view. Trip grabbed a few items out of the fridge and shut its door. His eyes shifted back to Virus, but he did not say anything. He only waited for Virus to speak again, and he was right to. "How come?" Virus asked, and with as long as it took for him to ask that question, it could come off as two completely different topics, but Trip knew better than that. He took a bite out of a piece of pound cake and shrugged, then he headed back to his room with his other items. He wouldn't get much farther, however; the moment he walked around the island in the kitchen, Virus sloppily intercepted him and shoved the items out of Trip's hands.

Trip looked at them in silence as they all crashed to the floor. His blue eyes shifted over to Virus's own before he proceeded to pick up his sugary condiments. Virus had obviously not finished with him yet; once Trip had lowered himself, Virus grabbed Trip's head and attempted to shove him into the ground. Trip easily resisted the skinnier blonde, grabbing Virus's legs out from underneath him and catching him before his body could hit the floor. Virus took a few moments to figure out what had happened which gave Trip a few moments without resistance to carry the fellow Morphine leader back to his room. Virus protested up until he was set down upon his bed. Trip turned to leave Virus's bedroom, knowing that other than a few circumstances involving Aoba, he would not normally be in there. Even still, there was a sudden weight on his back, arms wrapped around his neck. It seemed as though Virus was trying to choke him.

Trip bent forward, lifting the shorter blonde off his feet, and Virus released his "choke hold" on Trip, falling to the floor, chuckling and breathing a slight bit unsteady. Trip looked at him, not exactly sure what he did for Virus to be struggling like that. He must be really wasted. Virus sat up, shaking his pointer finger at Trip,

"You got me, Trip. That was a good one," he stood up, "But I'm not done yet." He staggered over to the staring Trip and took a swing at him, nearly falling over when Trip dodged it without effort. He grabbed hold of Virus's arm, and with his other hand, he jabbed Virus in the side, though he wasn't using full force. Virus laughed again and Trip forced him to the bed in his weakness, hovering over the tipsy blonde. He stared for a moment, and Virus stared back, until Trip started to get to his feet. Virus sat up on his elbows, wrapping his legs around Trip and forced Trip's head forward to rest it on his chest. At this, Trip grew still. He wasn't sure what Virus was trying to do anymore. He was drunk, so it made sense that Virus's current actions made no sense. After about a moment or so, Trip began to move again, proceeding to lift himself off Virus, but Virus fought it, causing Trip to come face to face with Virus's crotch. He paused again, a thought crossing his mind. He then looked up at a smiling Virus and said,

"Are, are, you really are hammered this time," Virus watched as Trip's hands traveled along his hips, to the rim of his pant line. Virus seized Trip's hands, his gaze intensifying, no verbal response. "You won't remember any of this…ne?" Trip asked, first undoing Virus's white belt, then biting at the fabric on Virus's pants to unbutton them, and clamping onto the zipper next, eyes never leaving Virus's. Still, Virus said nothing. Trip unzipped his pants before standing up and away from the bed while he still had a chance. Without saying a word, he left the room. He intended to return, but before he could, Virus had made his way back to the kitchen, where Trip had gone to retrieve his condiments still lying on the floor.

"You thought I'd fall for that, didn't you?" Virus said, both looking and sounding a bit irritated. "You never answered my question," he started again when Trip picked up Virus and set him down on the kitchen counter, a grin plastered onto his face, the look in his eyes as unreadable and calm as ever.

"You want to know why?" Trip asked as he slid off Virus's pants and let them fall to the ground. He asked that question, but he never intended to answer. Trip stuck one of the Maraschino cherries in his mouth before he brought his lips to Virus's and rather aggressively forced open his house mate's own mouth. He exchanged the cherry, thrusting his tongue around the fleshy oral walls. Virus tasted sweet enough as he was, but, of course, Trip didn't plan to stop there. He pulled away to see the cherry stem sticking out of Virus's mouth, and Trip bit down on it and plucked it right out. Virus stared, his eye twitching, and he shoved his hand into Trip's face and as a result his little copycat's head was just above his crotch again. Having returned to where it all had started, Trip licked slowly along the underbelly of Virus's gradually growing erection. Trip watched Virus closely all along, waiting to be told to stop, but the order did not come. Virus kept staring down at him with that agitated expression that Trip rarely ever witnessed. "Kawaii yo…" Trip mumbled as he paused and when Virus started to question him, Trip enveloped Virus's half hard member with his mouth.

Virus's expression began to change to that of pleasure, however slight it was at the moment. Trip wasn't a fool; he knew it'd be much harder than this to coax a reaction out of Virus. He would have to go all the way, most likely, but it wasn't like the idea bothered him at all. He teased at the tip of Virus's sex, sucking on it at first, then withdrawing his mouth so the only feeling Virus would receive was Trip's wet tongue circling his head. Virus exhaled impatiently, but his manhood was responding well to the stimulation and once Trip had gotten Virus to his full length, he took his mouth away completely. Virus was unsure why Trip had done so at first, until Trip grabbed one of his condiments. It was a bottle of chocolate syrup and he drizzled it onto Virus's hard on, his tongue following immediately after.

"You better clean this up," Virus demanded, his voice heated, and a smirk appeared back on Trip's face.

"Hai, hai~," he replied casually; there was always the tub if he didn't clean Virus up on his own, and by the end of this night, he was sure the tub would be needed. He licked up every inch of Virus, making sure not to miss a single spot of chocolate. He was more delicious than Trip could have ever imagined. The chocolate accentuated Virus's natural taste and Trip decided to add to it, scooping some marshmallow crème from out of the jar with his hand and smearing it onto Virus's delicate jewels. He took Virus's balls into his mouth, sucking the crème off them and earning him a soft moan, nearly indistinguishable from the sighs Virus let out. "Amai~," Trip said, loud enough this time for Virus to hear.

"You talk too much," Virus huffed. In other words, he was telling Trip to get back to work, and so Trip made his way back up and to the head of Virus's cock and began to suck him off. This time there was no teasing, Trip was not holding back, especially considering there was still chocolate syrup left on this part of Virus, for this purpose, no doubt. Virus slowly but surely began to lose himself in the oral activities Trip was engaged in at present. The continuous head bobbing of Trip could be felt just as easily as it could be seen and it could possibly even drive Virus crazy. He sighed heavily through his nose, grasping a fist full of Trip's hair and forcing him to take in more of Virus's throbbing dick. Trip remained aware of Virus's actions and once he could feel Virus begin to tense up, once he could hear the increase of breath, once Virus began to thrust up into Trip's mouth, Trip licked his way up Virus's body, giving Virus a hand job below so he didn't feel as neglected. Virus had, at some point, shut his eyes so once Trip made his way back up to him, he looked into the mirrored blue eyes of Trip, waiting to see what would come next.

Trip licked along Virus's bottom lip, asking his co-worker for access, and when Virus opened his mouth, Trip squirted whip cream inside before plunging his tongue into the cream filled oral cavity. Virus did not protest in the slightest, as a matter of fact, he fought back wildly against Trip's tongue. They struggled against each other, lips mashing together in a violent make out, until the whip cream dissolved. Trip's hand had kept up with the action, pumping Virus to bring him to the edge. It had been convenient timing on Trip's part because his mouth was free again at that point and down he went once more to Virus's hard on. He engulfed the head one last time, bringing his hand down to give Virus's ballsack a squeeze and his other hand, wielding the whip cream can, stuck the tip into Virus's entrance and ejected some of the whip cream into Virus's ass.

It was spur of the moment, and Virus had not expected it at all. It was an odd sensation to say the least; the uncertainty of what entered him, then the feel of air, then some cold and wet. It sent a shock up his spine, through his body, and a form of vocal surprise left Virus's lips. That was not a sound anyone had heard him do before and that was because he hadn't ever vocalized in such a way before. Why? Because before this night, he had always been in control enough of himself to keep Trip under control. But tonight, he was shit faced, Trip got carried away, and Virus had been unable to predict Trip's curious impulses until it had been too late. The strange sensation had caused an instant climax and as if the whip cream hadn't been enough, he could feel Trip sucking him dry. Virus struggled for a few moments to catch his breath after that, and he felt something like what he assumed would be human anger in any other being. Though, it could have just been the internal burn of the alcohol he had consumed.

"Delicious…" Trip said again, a substance mixed between saccharine saliva and Virus's cum stringing from Virus's penis to Trip's mouth, Trip staring at it as though he were amazed, though it was really hard to tell outwardly whether he was or not. Virus glared lazily down at Trip, his eyebrows twitching as the feeling he thought might be anger began to boil within him.

"Trip!" Virus actually said his name and raised his voice all at once. This had to be the most aggressive Trip would ever see his fellow Morphine "manager." In all honesty, he thought it was more exciting this way, and his soft chuckle was pretty much the only way to tell. Virus became pushy again, except, the presumable adrenaline rush he had received gave him some strength behind his actions that Trip had not been anticipating. Trip's face quickly met with the cool kitchen counter's black granite surface. Trip looked up at Virus, "You have made a most regrettable decision," the blonde with glasses said and Trip couldn't fight the laugh that escaped his throat at the sound of Virus attempting to talk like his usual, formal self.

That only seemed to add to Virus's current mood and his hand snaked down to Trip's already undone pants, from having previously engaged in sexual intercourse with Aoba, and put Trip's hardened dick in a vice grip. Trip went still and the gaze he had on Virus changed in the subtlest of ways, though not at all hostile. Virus climbed onto Trip's side and leaned over so that Trip could feel Virus's every breath as he spoke softly to him in his ear. "There are other ways to win against you besides brute force. If you don't want that to happen I suggest you start taking me seriously." Virus was still wasted, but his tone of voice was the closest to his own that it had been, with the addition of a seductive edge to it. And that was it for Trip.

He was as stoic as ever, but his movements were quick as he got Virus onto the counter again, belly up, Trip now looking down at him. He grabbed a little sponge cake cup, filled it with strawberries and whip, added a touch of sprinkles, chocolate, strawberry, caramel and butterscotch syrup, and a white chocolate truffle on top. He and Virus made another exchange of momentary eye contact before a most sinister snicker sounded from Trip's upwardly curved lips. Virus hadn't said to stop, only to take him seriously. And that was exactly what Trip would do. He stuck the cake in his own mouth, which seemed to throw Virus off in the most miniscule of ways. Trip only had part of it in his mouth. He did not chew it, and his tongue resided beneath the spongey goodness to keep it from collapsing under the heavy weight of strawberries and toppings.

He leaned forward to close the gap between himself and Virus, his eyes silently urging the man beneath him as he pushed his dick deep inside of Virus. Virus's slightly intrigued face transitioned; his cocked eyebrows creasing almost into a frown, where the beginnings of his brows curved up slightly, his head tilted back temporarily while he tried to resist the voice that fought to free itself from his vocal chords. Since Virus was usually the one giving pleasure, and more particularly, to Aoba, it was a bit of a shock to feel Trip's thick, hot, stiff length fill him from within. And yet it felt so right. It was always a known fact that the two complimented each other, but he never realized how far the meaning actually went until that moment. Virus closed his eyes, lips turning up into a smile, and now it was he who let out a light chuckle, his voice a sick sweetness resounding in Trip's head. Trip did not yet move; he nudged Virus's neck with the cake sticking out of his mouth. Virus brought his head back to look at Trip, his devilish smile still on his face.

"Well don't stop now, we've only just begun," he told Trip as he licked along the bridge of his nose and Trip did not need any more direction than that. He stayed deep inside Virus for the most part, starting out with long strides, stroking along the inner walls that was Virus. Virus was no longer holding back his moans as much as he had been and yet he wasn't wild and careless with them either. As a matter of fact, it might have been the only thing, at this moment, that he had a certain amount of control on. Virus was very much the receiver this time, yes, which he was well aware that if he had been in his right mind, he would not have it, but all would be forgotten by morning, so just for this one time, he decided it'd be alright. He did keep a degree of authority upon the situation, which, of course, made him feel less submissive. "Motto…sou…!" much in that manner, however demanding, he continued to coax Trip on and every time, Trip would give him exactly what he asked for. It wasn't long before the pace picked up, and Virus fell silent as a result of the endorphins overloading his system, his head slightly turned to the left. Trip was still very much in his co-worker's face, watching Virus fight the look of pure bliss that threatened to surface in his facial features. His breathing had quickened, and he was so absorbed in Trip fucking him that he failed to notice Trip staring.

Trip had already devoured the first dessert cup, and had since then managed to whip up another one to replace it. He took his hands off Virus's side to jerk Virus's chin in his direction. Virus had a hunch that he knew what Trip wanted him to do, but he simply turned away again when his chin was released, not wanting Trip to witness the change in his expression. Trip, on the other hand, would not let it go, and so he took a different approach. The position they were currently in consisted of Virus, with his back on the counter, his knees up and both legs spread apart to give access to Trip, who was sandwiched ever so snugly in between, still standing. After Virus neglected him, however, he moved his hands to Virus's legs where he pushed against them until both of Virus's knees were on either side of his face, and slammed into Virus's ass, his balls connecting with Virus with enough force for it to become audible. At the same time, Trip's partner in crime seemed to have found his voice again, only this time, his moaning came in short gasps, his voice only coming to an abrupt stop whenever Trip's pelvis rocked into his body.

He finally turned his head back in the direction of Trip's, and Trip squished the sponge cake against Virus's lips this time, insisting, and yet it had hardly been necessary with how Virus felt. With his moans going out of control, having something to bite onto would surely muffle his voice. Virus ate at the medley of sweets while Trip had already whittled away his side. Trip managed to lock lips with Virus and Virus held onto the back of Trip's neck, Trip pumping Virus's born again erection as they neared the end. Trip's breath was just as unstable as Virus's, his deeper voice mixing with the tone of Virus's in the last moments. Virus's moan hitched and the interior of his ass tightened around Trip, and the unbelievable ecstasy guided Trip to his release that just so happened to be at the exact same time as Virus. Both their bodies were tense as Trip spread his seed through Virus and Virus got both, Trip, himself and the counters soiled. Trip exhaled heavily and after a few minutes, when relaxation started to set in, he pulled out of Virus.

It was now that Virus truly began to crash, having exhausted his body after his large consumption of alcohol. He sat up and Trip moved back, knowing Virus was about to get up. And Virus did attempt to, but he was having an even harder time walking now than he had before Trip had fucked him for obvious reasons. He stumbled, and would have fallen had Trip not been standing close enough. Running, or in this case, falling into Trip was much like running into a wall. Virus looked up at him, squinting as though he were having a hard time seeing, even with his glasses on.

"I think it's time for a shower," he said to Trip and Trip smiled, leading the other Morphine leader towards the bathroom.

"Hai, Weerus onii-sama," Trip said with a somewhat playful tone and Virus nudged him with his elbow, nearly falling over again afterwards.

Trip sat outside the tub, scrubbing Aoba's head full of shampooed hair. He had had Aoba for the night, so today it would be Virus's turn to have him. This was why Trip remained outside the tub; the goal was to clean Aoba up without soiling him again before he fell into Virus's possession. So while Trip did still feel the urge to do things such as jam his finger into Aoba's ear to see how he reacted, he kept to the task at hand. He felt an occasional shiver from Aoba's body, but Trip was too absorbed in his own thoughts from the middle of the night to notice. Trip hadn't seen Virus since after their shower, but he knew that Virus would not remember what happened that night. Trip had left no evidence behind to prove that it had; not because he didn't want Virus to remember, or because Aoba might have found out, but because that would be what Virus wanted. It would be like it never even happened, save for Trip's memory recall, and he guessed that was the way it should be. It was just sex after all, things shouldn't change between them over one simple night.

Trip rinsed out Aoba's hair and had him stand up so he could dry him off. He had been ruffling the brilliantly blue hair under a black towel when the door to the bathroom opened. Both Aoba and Trip looked to the doorway at Virus, who had just entered, his calm, cool and collected smile on his face. Aoba was confused and slightly horrified by the sudden appearance of Virus and Trip could not deny his own curiosity as well. It was unlike Virus to retrieve Aoba himself; usually he had Trip bring Aoba to him. What was even more out of the ordinary was Virus's early appearance. Trip still had about 30 minutes until he had to give up Aoba, and Virus was very strict about the timing, expecting Aoba promptly at the appointed time, but never had he retrieved Aoba earlier than the given time, unless of course he had spoken to Trip about it beforehand. That was not the case, and while Aoba was cowering a little behind Trip, pulling the towel off his head and around his body, Trip looked at Virus blankly. Virus was currently looking at Aoba.

"Ohayogosaimasu, Aoba-san," Virus smiled his false, kind smile, "Sorry for the intrusion, I'm not quite ready for you yet; I have some business to attend to first." He spoke of professional commitments he must discuss with Trip in private, though Trip could see right through Virus's seamless lies. Virus's blue eyes shifted over to Trip, narrowing so subtly that only Trip caught the change. "Come with me," he spoke to Trip before stepping out of the bathroom. Trip grinned and followed him out. Both of them knew they could not leave Aoba in there by himself so Virus summoned Hersha and Trip called Welter. It took a matter of mere seconds before the long black snake and the large black lion emerged from their designated rooms, past their owners and into the bathroom to Aoba. Virus shut the door after the allmates entered and not long after, Aoba's shriek of horror could be heard.

Trip looked to Virus, and now that they were alone, Virus's expression grew serious. For anyone else, this would be a frightening situation, but for Trip, this was a great start to what ought to be a very, very interesting conversation. Trip's teeth became exposed, his lips parting into a wider smile as he still made eye contact with Virus. He had erased all the evidence of last night, but there was still something left behind he could not get rid of. The physical aftermath Virus must be experiencing right now, on top of a massive hangover, judging by the occasional squints of Virus's eyes behind his glasses. And Aoba would be with Virus today? He was in for a treat. Trip chuckled a little, turning to face Virus. He guessed…this was the way it should be.