Though the sun rose and set, in the dim and windowless room Kougami was none the wiser to the passage of time. He could guess how long he had been confined, though it was only stubbornness that kept him from passing out entirely...if he lost consciousness, he'd lose track of the hours completely, and he needed to know how much time had gone by without Akane being able to find him. Anything longer three days...and he'd be in big trouble, though he doubted she would stand for anything more than two. Embarrassing, letting himself get captured...the least he could do was be awake when the PSB arrived.
He found, however, that aside from staying awake, he didn't have the strength for much else. His large scuffed hands remained limp in the bindings over his head, his head hung low and his vision dulling every so often as he stared dully at the concrete ground.
Gwwooooorgh.
Ngh...still? He stirred, cracking open one eye slowly as his gaze drifted down to his own bare torso...he expelled a low, slightly exasperated breath. Damn, I've gotten chubby...
So Makishima had been targeting him the entire time...he'd told Gino he suspected the elusive man's involvement in the latest string of cases, but his focus had, as always, been so consumed with finding Makishima that he'd turned a blind eye to the fact that Makishima was after him, as well...
"Nrgh..."
His tie hung down limply from his neck as he slumped forward against his restraints...his breathing remained slightly labored even though his expression was groggy and worn out, exhausted in more ways than one. A short ways a way, he could still smell the copious amounts of food piled into the racks of the service bot that had been left in the otherwise empty room, though the aroma was no longer appealing; Hyperoats only lasted a few hours, but even though the food had long since gone bad, his gut still ached for it. If he hadn't trapped, he didn't know whether he'd have been able to trust himself not to eat it...
For the umpteenth time, he twisted his hands against the bindings overhead, trying to work them loose or find a way to maneuver his wrists through them...he had tried to force it at one point, earning himself a couple of broken fingers in the process, but even then he hadn't been able to get himself free.
Grrgrggggghhhhhhh.
"Oh no. You're not still hungry, Mr. Kougami?"
Realizing belatedly that he had grown lost in his thoughts while his stomach growled beneath him, Kougami lifted his eyes slowly to survey Makishima, though the movement was subtle...he didn't have the energy for much else. His steel blue gaze, however, remained as wild as ever, eyes predatory as they fixed upon the pale man approaching him from across the room.
Makishima's long, pale fingers entwined idly with the end of the tie draped sround Kougami's neck, leaning forward to meet the look of murderous intent from the Enforcer head on.
"Nothing? Does this mean you're done talking?" he prompted, trailing the tip of the tie playfully over Kougami's navel. "That's a shame. Though they are few and far between, our conversations, Kougami, are much more interesting than so many others I've had."
He let the tie drop carelessly from his grasp, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he instead pressed a cold hand up against Kougami's flushed belly and saw the other man flinch sharply at the sensation.
A moment later, a deep gurgling sounded, and Makishima's smile broadened a little as he felt it against his palm, rubbing the area softly. He reached over with his other hand as he did so, pulling the inactive service bot closer. The scent of the food stored there, though stale, caused another ravenous growl to shake Kougami's middle, and Makishima chuckled mildly in amusement at the reaction.
"Well?" he pressed idly. "Are you hungry? A baseless human experience-,"
"Cut the crap, Makishima," Kougami bit, his appetite getting the better of his already foul mood. "Ghh...I don't know what your...sick obsession with my gut is, but like hell I'm...playing along with any of your bullshit..."
GWWWOORGGHH.
"Sh-shit...nrgh..."
Kougami slumped in the bindings again despite himself, and Makishima patted his middle, the sound hollow against his empty belly.
"You'd rather starve to death?" the pale man inquired, fingers trailing the underside of Kougami's gut...Kougami gritted his teeth as the sensation sent a wave of goosebumps racing over his skin despite himself. "I knew you were stubborn, but I didn't think you were stupid."
"You wouldn't let me starve to death," Kougami retorted dully, slumping against his bindings as Makishima pulled away. "You said as much yourself. It'd be too boring for you."
Makishima paused, then let out a light laugh.
"That's true."
Without warning, he suddenly grabbed Kougami's tie again, wrenching him forward so that their faces were inches apart.
"But it's too bad. You might have fared better if I were boring," he hissed, his pale grey eyes glinting with a different kind of hunger as they burned into Kougami's.
His palm slammed up against the Enforcer's mouth, fingertips digging into Kougami's jaw as he pushed a handful of food from the service bot into him...Kougami's expression came alive with rebellious fury, his gaze burning wildly into Makishima over the top of the man's hand. Makishima smirked determinedly back at him, his grip vice-like until at last, Kougami had no choice but to swallow, turning his head aside and coughing a little as he did so. Food made from Hyperoats only held its flavor for as long as it was good to eat, and it had been sitting out far longer than it should have...but despite the off taste and tell-tale signs of bad oats, a ravenous groan erupted from deep in his bowels as soon as the first mouthful hit his stomach, beckoning him to consume more despite himself. He whipped his head around, blue eyes burning fiercely into the ghostly man standing in front of him...his wrists twisted in his confinement again with the sudden urge to knock the idle smile right off Makishima's face with a cold hard fist, but Makishima was already moving toward him again.
He growled as a hand clamped back over his mouth, but with a sharp jerk of his head, he managed to break free this time, stubbornly expelling the mouthful of food the moment he was free...not a moment later, Makishima's fingers raked through his hair, forcing his head back and slamming more food into him...he jerked again, unsuccessfully, and finally had to swallow, panting a little as Makishima let go of him. His thick dark hair stood up wildly from where the pale fingers had raked through it, even more unkempt than usual, and his teeth were bared as he was released.
Makishima stood back to study him for a moment, eyes moving up and down as he chuckled.
"So that's why they refer to you Enforcers as 'hunting dogs'...I see now," he mused."The resemblance is uncanny. And you have the appetite of a wild dog, too..."
Grgwwwrrgghhhhhhhhhhh.
Makishima reached toward the service bot again.
"I'm impressed," he continued idly. "I didn't think you'd be able to stop yourself. I'm glad that I can always trust you not to disappoint me, Shinya, even if your resolve is undoubtedly short-lived."
Grrgh. Grrllp. Grrghhr.
Kougami bit back a groan, clenching his teeth.
"Didn't realize...we were on a first name basis now," he uttered dully, though his tone was strained, his fists clenching as Makishima offered him food again and determinedly jerking his head away from it. "Never took you for...the sentimental type of psychopath – HHNNGHH!"
Makishima let the fist he had swung up deep into the middle of Kougami's aching stomach linger there for a few moments as he leaned in, a smile playing across his features as he murmured into the Enforcer's ear.
"No," he agreed. "But I'm good at faking it...don't you think?"
"G-ghh..."
Makishima twisted his fist deeper into Kougami's gut, smiling as the other man's abdominals squirmed and strained weakly against it.
"Ouh...shit...my belly..."
A sharp expulsion of air left him as Makishima finally withdrew, resting his palm lightly over the area he'd struck and rubbing it tauntingly as Kougami raggedly tried to catch his breath.
"Eat," he insisted, pushing another handful of food into the sick Enforcer and digging his fingertips into Kougami's jaw again until he swallowed.
"Ugh..."
Another mouthful was forced into him, and then another...despite the blow to his gut, Kougami could feel the insatiable hunger inside him starting to take hold, and as Makishima pressed a hand back over his mouth, he felt his resolve crack a little.
Ngh...no...don't...eat it...
But before he could stop himself again, Kougami suddenly tore feverishly into the food that Makishima held out to him, his body ignored his faltering attempts to hold back or pull away. The thrall of hunger inside him heightened the experience, and he groaned desperately, exhilarated by the sensation of food filling his ravenous belly as the powerful effects of the appetite stimulant pumping through his system whittled away at his conviction.
Shit...I can't...stop...
"Nrgh...u-unhh...ohh..."
Makishima smiled knowingly at the passionate utterances that forced their way from Kougami's throat, rubbing the Enforcer's writhing belly encouragingly with one hand while Kougami ate viciously out of the other, nearly choking in his desperation to get some food inside of him.
Grrghhhllllrrpp.
"Ungh...u-uhhh..."
It was a few minutes before finally, panting, Kougami forced himself to wrench his head away, gritting his teeth as he struggled to come to his senses...he jerked as Makishima tried to push more food into him, another low growl rising up into his throat as his gaze burned furiously into the other man's. Makishima smiled mildly, but then grabbed Kougami's tie again, wrenching him down so that they were at eye-level and he could force another handful of food past bared teeth. Kougami twisted his bound wrists uselessly again, struggling to catch his breath as he swallowed it...and then groaned bitterly as the oats filled his stimulated belly with unwanted pleasure, heavy and satisfying after enduring his heightened appetite for so long.
A satisfied look passed through Makishima's hard grey eyes as his charge relented to begin eating like a rabid dog once more...he rubbed the Enforcer's stomach again in wide circles, coaxing him to continue filling it with more and more expired food, and feeding him insistently when he refused. Kougami sucked his belly in weakly to escape the touch, but the pale fingers chased him, piercing the soft flesh there and probing lightly, forcing another deep, deep gurgle from down in his gut.
"Ghh...get off me..." Kougami growled in the moment before he was forced to down another mouthful.
But despite his words, a moment later he tried and failed to keep a strained groan of ecstasy escaping him at the amplified sensation of so much food growing heavier and heavier inside him...roughly, he tried to jerk his head away once once more, not wanting to give Makishima the satisfaction, but Makishima yanked him right back by his tie, and a moment later a hand clamped forcefully down over his mouth once more...he ate out of it with renewed passion, his wrists twisting defiantly in their bindings even as another reluctant but intoxicated moan escaped him.
No...damn it...I can't hold all this...
Closing one eye as he bit back a groan, Kougami clenched his teeth grimly as his gaze traveled over to the processed dishes stored in the body of the service bot...to his disgust, his belly was starting to weigh down the pale hand that cupped it, and it was only once he paused that he realized how much he'd eaten already. But even with the sensation of so much food pressing up against every inch of him, the intense hunger signals to his brain had yet to diminish, as did Makishima's insistence; his long fingertips dug into Kougami's stuffed tummy imploringly, and Kougami groaned into another mouthful of food being forced inside him.
"Nrgh...if you think I'm gonna beg you to stop, you should've pinned somebody else down," he growled defiantly, his fiery gaze hardening as he met Makishima's eyes again. "You keep this up, I'm just gonna hurl...ugh!"
A sharp groan left him forcefully as Makishima slapped the side of his firm belly, pulling back as the pale man leaned in toward him.
"And if you do, I'll start again," he uttered delicately. "Thanks to our Sybil overlords, there is and never will be any shortage of Hyperoats in this country...there's nothing stopping me from feeding you over and over until you can hold it all."
He patted Kougami's middle in indication, then shoved another handful of food into him, and then another, smiling as the Enforcer's determination faltered again and he resumed eating nearly as fast as the food could be brought to him, groaning with resigned pleasure as he did so. The sound reignited the intense glint in Makishima's cold visage, and Kougami felt himself being fed faster, and faster still...he became vaguely aware of Makishima's other hand moving back down to his belly, paying it no mind at first as he ate until, without warning, he felt cold pale fingers slip into his bellybutton, and his breath caught.
No...not there...anywhere but-,
His own breathing slightly labored, the smirk playing across Makishima's pointed features broadened, and he shoved another few mouthfuls of food rapidly into Kougami's weakened body with one hand while he rubbed the Enforcer's vulnerable navel with increasing speed with the other, watching him hungrily as he did so.
"OHH-!"
Kougami's back arched abruptly against his will, his head craning backwards as a euphoric groan tore from his strained throat before he could stop it, muffled against Makishima's palm as more food was forced into his full stomach...everything he ate pushing sensationally up against his starving insides and, he found bitterly, making his bellybutton all the more sensitive to touch as his stomach was forced outward more and more as he ate.
A slight tremor went through Makishima's fingertips even though his visage remained cold and calculating, massaging deeply and eagerly into Kougami's navel as his movements caused the Enforcer's bare torso twisted and writhed under his touch.
"Oh god...UNGH!"
Kougami's head rocked back again ecstatically despite himself, inadvertently forcing his stomach up against Makishima's touch...he could feel Makishima's sharp, slightly uneven breathing against his neck and wrenched himself away again, but he couldn't bring himself to resist the sensation of filling his belly up with more food, nor the accompanying and addicting assault on his navel, which only grew more intense as Makishima's passion – if it could be called that, for a man who did not feel true emotion – grew with it.
In a feverish daze that he was too exhausted to fight off fully, Kougami kept eating, continued thrusting his over-stimulated belly up into Makishima's touch as it was filled up from the inside and relentlessly rubbed from the outside...a harsh blow came across his face whenever he faltered, but he took it grimly in stride, knowing somewhere deep down that he was fighting a losing battle.
Time had long since escaped the captured Enforcer when, at long last, he slumped in his bindings, shaggy and matted head dropping to his chest...both he and Makishima were breathing hard, and he could feel sweat clinging to his worn body. His vision swam for a moment, and he managed to look up long enough to figure out why no more forced handfuls of food were being pushed past his lips...the service bot was empty, all of its contents emptied inside of him and weighing his aching stomach down over his belt, too heavy for him to even suck in as Makishima lifted his hand again to give it a few light, satisfied pats.
"U-uunnhh...ungh..."
His belly ached, straining...he stirred, trying to lift his head back up...and a moment later, Makishima unlatched the mechanism that kept him pinned up against the wall.
Kougami dropped like a sack of bricks, falling hard on his elbows and knees against the concrete floor, his head dropping down as he stirred sluggishly.
"N...nrghh..."
It was a moment before he could move, but once he could, he lunged suddenly, forcing his legs to launch him upwards as he swung his bound wrists around toward the side of Makishima's head – but he collapsed halfway up as Makishima drove a knee unforgivingly up into his ribcage, then easily knocked one of his legs out from under him and threw him back down again.
"To be honest, it surprises me that you would even try," Makishima commented, looking down at Kougami's broad back as the Enforcer slowly pushed himself back onto his elbows and knees, then collapsed onto his side again.
Makishima pushed him onto his back with one foot, and Kougami glared up at him, panting open-mouthed in exhaustion...gritting his teeth as he saw the pale grey eyes roam his body where he lay.
"Maybe I shouldn't be surprised you still have fight in you..."
Swiftly, Makishima dropped down toward him, silver-white hair trailing behind him as he did so...he knelt over Kougami unapologetically, his knees flush against the Enforcer's hips as his frail, slender hands moved to push Kougami's bound wrists against the floor over his head, undaunted as the other man bared his teeth furiously and leaning in close to his face.
"You can barely move," Makishima pointed out lowly, pleased. "I could do anything I wanted to you, and you'd not be able to stop me, even now."
Holding Kougami's wrists down with one hand, he reached the other down to the other man's flank, running over it slyly and then giving him a few firm pats, his hand making a dull thwk thwk thwk each time in indication of how full he was.
"Nrgh...get...off me..."
Makishima smirked, shifting his hand over dangerously close to Kougami's bruised, reddened navel and giving a satisfied chuckle at the sharp breath the movement elicited from the man underneath him.
"Come here..."
"Hgh-!"
Kougami groaned as he was wrenched upwards by his wrists and then slammed roughly up to the wall again, slumping against it wearily. His gaze trailed wearily down over himself and an irritated scoff escaped him.
"Tch...damn, I'm huge..."
From where he was propped half-sitting, half-lying against the wall and floor, the angle pushed his aching stomach out even further, bulging heavily over his uncomfortably tight belt-line. Makishima smiled wryly, leaning over him and rubbing his big round tummy tauntingly.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," he mused.
"Go to hell."
Gwwwoorrrrrgghhhh.
"Ugh..."
Makishima glanced down, then back up into Kougami's wild eyes, smiling again.
"Still hungry?" he surmised, patting his heavy belly.
"Ungh...ugh...what the hell was...in that appetite stimulant you gave me..." Kougami closed one eye as his stomach groaned for more food again even as he ached from the copious amounts already inside of him.
"It's as I said. Base human desires...in the end, they overwrite even our most sophisticated intellectual developments..." Makishima straightened, reaching over and rolling the empty service bot closer to them, reaching around to slide off the panel on the back of it. "No matter how much humans evolve...one need only introduce the right combination of criteria to return us to the instinct-driven animals we once evolved from...hunger...desire...fear...survival...we romanticize such superficial elements of what we believe make us human, like laughter and love. But at the end of the day..."
Kougami's eyes narrowed, his gaze honing in on the back of the bot Makishima was fiddling with...a few moments later, its back panel slid away entirely, and the muscles throughout his body contracted tensely.
"What the hell..."
"Oh, you've seen one of these types before?" Makishima surmised with a smirk, patting the side of the bot. "They're often used in medical facilities, not only to disperse meals to standard patients, but to administer nutrition to those who cannot do so on their own..."
Kougami surveyed him darkly.
"You're gonna kill me," he stated flatly.
"I doubt it."
Makishima patted the reservoir installed in the back of the bot...Hyperoats could be suspended in water rather than being processed into different foods, after all, but the reservoir had been sitting there long enough that its contents had amassed into a thick paste; nonetheless, Makishima unhooked the attachment connected to it with practiced ease, tossing Kougami an idle smile as he set it up.
"A fairly recent development in modern technology," he continued. "Primarily, the trauma of installing feeding tubes to deliver adequate nutrition to otherwise invalid patients often negatively impacts their Psycho Pass, should they be cognizant enough to actually experience the process. A less invasive alternative was developed to protect the precious number upon which this delicate society is built..."
Kougami twisted, managing to force himself up into a sitting position and moving to launch himself forward to attack Makishima again, but his body betrayed him immediately, and Makashima's hand shot out to grip his face, slamming his head back down into the concrete wall behind him so hard that he saw stars for a moment.
Makishima guided the attachment around to where Kougami was slumped, one end of it connected into the oat paste reservoir, the other end outfitted with a small, tube-like mechanical device around a connector. With his other hand, he stroked Kougami's bare navel lightly, sending an involuntary shiver through the Enforcer, and motioned to the device.
"The mechanism installed has transitive properties, you see," he continued, as though there had been no interruption. "The nutritional mix can be administered directly to the patient with no damage, no surgery nor traumatic installments, and is far more effective at delivering adequate servings than the older, outdated methods. I won't bore you with the technical details with how it transfers the contents to the correct place...there's no point, after all – you can assume what it is for, can't you?"
He patted Kougami's bare tummy, and Kougami glared at him weakly from where he was slumped, watching the end of the device hovering near his navel.
"Yeah, you've made your point," he uttered bitterly, ripping his head from beneath Makishima's hand still pressing his head back against the wall behind him. "Tough break, there's no way that thing's gonna work."
Makishima glanced down at him, then stroked his middle idly again...Kougami shivered, then rolled his shoulders irritably...his arms felt like lead, even if they were untied he wasn't sure he could move quickly enough to disable Makishima in his current state.
"Mm...it is going to be a tight fit, isn't it?" Makishima responded thoughtfully, examining Kougami's navel lightly with his fingertips and then sliding his gaze over to the - decidedly larger - device he was holding. "But it will work."
"Makishima," Kougami growled, gearing up to lunge at the man despite himself as soon as he saw an opening, his temper getting the better of him. "You're – HRRNNNNGHH!"
His spine arched violently, his head rocking backwards and his lips drawing back over clenched teeth in agony as Makishima forced the end of the attachment up into his bellybutton without warning...Kougami's bound hands flew to the area, gripping Makishima's wrists in attempt to pull them back, but lacked the strength to disarm the man's steely hold in his current state.
"Shit – UGH!"
Twisting stiffly in an attempt to pull away and failing, Kougami curled forward over his bellybutton, both hands still gripping Makishima's as his captor held the device inside of it.
Sh-shit...ugh...it's too...tight...
"UUUGH!"
Makishima smirked at the strained noise he had coaxed from Kougami's throat as he forced the oversized device still deeper into his stretched navel, touching the detective's clenched jaw tauntingly with his other hand...Kougami jerked his head away, but his eyes were squeezed shut from the intensity of the discomfort inside him.
"See?" Makishima prompted calmly. "Told you it would fit."
"Ghh..."
"Hold still," Makishima continued, pressing his fingertips slowly against Kougami's stomach in a few different places as though to test how much give was left inside it. "It will take too long if you don't stop thrashing around."
He closed his fist around the end of the attachment and then leaned over back toward the service bot holding the reservoir of liquefied Hyperoats, punching in a few keys on the side of it and then almost casually flipping a switch.
Kougami cracked one eye open as he heard the machinery around the reservoir hum to life, his expression still twisted in discomfort despite the exhaustion betraying his cold blue eyes. With a growing sense of foreboding, he watched grimly in resignation as the far end of the tube began to swell with the contents of the reservoir, traveling slowly down the length of it toward his stomach...Makishima's eyes moved swiftly back over to him to watch his reaction with mild amusement, pressing his one free, cold hand up against Kougami's bare belly in anticipation. Kougami twisted a little, shifting back and forth in attempt to get into a good position to fight back, but couldn't find one. As the liquid was siphoned toward him, he could see it picking up speed in the tube, more and more until he realized that Makishima had clearly modified the machinery to deliver the contents much faster and more forcefully than it was designed to, and he bit back a groan, steeling himself as it raced toward him...his hand was still around Makishima's over the device, gripping it angrily in attempt to pull it away, but before he could do anything, he felt the contents of the nearby reservoir hit the inside of his stomach.
"Hrrrgh-!"
Kougami bent forward, tensing to keep his body from being shaken by the force with which the liquidated Hyperoats rushed into him, the device pumping copious amounts of the expired concoction deep into his groaning belly as he leaned over it again, his grip growing weak around Makishima's wrist...he fell against the man's arm, eyes mostly closed and lips parting slightly even though no sound or breath left him. Makishima smiled a little, his free arm moving to rest across Kougami's back to hold the shuddering Enforcer steady for a moment and twisting the end of the device further into his sick belly.
"N...nh..."
Kougami shifted slightly, and Makishima slammed him back up against the wall and floor against which he was slumped so that his belly stuck up in front of him, then moved to sit over his legs to keep him from kicking away, holding the machine's attachment relentlessly against his tum...through fiery but half-lidded eyes, Kougami could see his own gut quaking from the intensity with which the thick paste rushed into it, but even as it did, his insides groaned in eager anticipation of being fed, and he felt a sudden shiver go through him, gritting his teeth.
N...no...not...again...sh-shit...
"Oh..." Kougami's back arched a little once more, but as his head tilted up against the wall again, the discomfort lining his features was overshadowed by a growing look of reluctant exhilaration...his gut was so messed up from Makishima's antics that he could feel it contracting involuntarily as it was filled with the food his body thought he still needed, relishing the sensation of being filled up even as Kougami himself fought against it.
"Sh-shit...what the hell...u-unh..."
Makishima smirked, rubbing Kougami's belly encouragingly to stimulate it, a look of triumph passing over his features as the Enforcer twisted euphorically beneath his touch.
"G...get off me...unh...u-ugh..."
Despite himself, Kougami's eyes drifted shut as food rushed into his belly, his shoulders tensed defiantly but his arms moving of their own accord as he closed one bound hand around Makishima's wrist again, but this time to force the tube mechanism deeper into his stomach, expelling a shaky breath through parted lips as he did so...his other hand came to rest next to Makishima's on the surface of his belly, feeling it gradually expanding into their palms as he was filled up from the inside. It felt so good that he could feel his muscles growing weak beneath Makishima's weight, twisting and turning faintly against the intense sensation of food pushing up against every inch of him, forcing more and more of it through his writhing guts even though he knew in the back of his feverish mind how sick the expired Hyperoats could make him.
"Ohh..."
Makishima's eyes flashed hungrily at the exhilarated utterance, his own pale skin slightly flushed as his breathing increased along with Kougami's...what little give remained in Kougami's insides was long since gone, his growing stomach rock hard and stretched nearly beyond its limits, and Makishima rubbed both sides of it coaxingly in large circles, smirking over the top of it as Kougami twisted again.
"Is it too much?" he taunted, digging his fingertips firmly into the rock-hard mass as it slowly continued to expand...it wasn't clear whether Kougami even registered what he had said, however, his breathing ragged as he let out a deep groan of both pleasure and pain and clutched his stomach.
It went on and on...Kougami was too weak to fight it, and even when he tried, he couldn't, having no choice but to let his belly grow more and more, moaning in agony and exhilaration as it did so.
"No...nh...uhhh...UUNNHH! O-ohhh...ouh..."
Makishima's predatory gaze grew more eager still, leaning down as his hands roamed over the area, pressing his hips further up against the other man as he did so.
"You're about to burst..." he breathed finally over the tightly-stretched skin of Kougami's bulging gut.
Kougami felt it too, his expression contorting as the discomfort forced him into his senses somewhat...Makishima stopped him right before he tried to wrench the device out of himself, forcing him to continue taking more and more food into his belly even as he began to moan sharply and squirm from the strain.
"N...no...auuugh! Nh...ngh...nhhh...no...I can't...nrgh...take it-! Shit!" His back arched desperately. "OH GOD, MY BELLY-!"
A look of deep release passed over Makishima's features as Kougami finally yelled out, and at the same time, there was an abrupt clang from the machine nearby before it powered down automatically; the reservoir was empty.
With surprising delicacy for one that had moved his body so forcefully against Kougami's as he had forcefed the weakened detective, Makishima hung the reservoir attachment back up inside the machine and closed the panel on the food service bot before turning his attention back on Kougami, smiling passively as he leaned down.
Kougami was so stuffed that he couldn't move. He managed to lift his head slightly from where he was slumped on the floor, his teeth clenched as he fixed hazy blue eyes defiantly on Makishima's face, but a moment later it dropped back again...he found he couldn't even move his arm to defend himself as Makishima ravaged his bloated, aching, heaving belly, too weak to do anything but lie there and take it. His gut was huge, and he could feel the contents inside him roiling and shifting with every movement...he groaned as Makishima began torturing his bellybutton, but let it happen, knowing he was too full and fat to stop it anyway, then let out a strained grunt as a sharp thwk followed a cold hand slapping the tight side of his abdomen.
"Well?" Makishima taunted, leaning forward to smirk down at him. "Do you feel full yet, Shinya Kougami?"
Kougami's stomach gurgled sickly before he could muster a snarky response, no longer rumbling with hunger but churning and bubbling as his stomach ache grew worse and worse, so full that his suffering belly couldn't even digest.
Makishima looked satisfied with the reaction nonetheless, rubbing Kougami's tortured tummy vigorously and jostling the otherwise limp Enforcer in the process. Even so, he was able to elicit a weak groan from the man by giving his belly another firm slap, though it was crammed so completely full that it didn't even move from the impact, rock-hard and visibly clenching so often as Kougami's insides contracted in failed attempts to try and digest or make even the slightest bit of room inside of him.
"N...nrrrghhhh..."
From somewhere in the building, Kougami felt a distant tremor, and he groaned painstakingly as Makishima slapped his tight belly again, returning his irate attention to the pale man leaning over him.
"Are you...n-nrgh...done?" he growled, his hands twisting in their bindings as discomfort wracked his body. "Now that you've stuffed me with enough damn Hyperoats to feed a city..."
"Done?" Makishima looked thoughtful. "I'm never done when it comes to you."
"Urgh! U-uhh..." Kougami groaned as Makishima ran one long finger up the underside of his tummy, using it to lift the heavy mass up for a few moments before letting it drop back down.
A faint noise sounded from a nondescript location down below them, loud enough from wherever it was that the floor seemed to vibrate just slightly. Both Makishima and Kougami glanced toward it for a moment, but a moment later Kougami squeezed his eyes shut as Makishima hurt his bellybutton again, the entire area radiating out from his navel red and bruised and slightly swollen.
"Maybe I will make you split open," Makishima mused dreamily as he leaned over and pressed up against Kougami, rubbing his near-exploding belly...Kougami's eyes widened suddenly as he continued. "There is a certain poetic nature to it, is there not? Filling your belly with food the same way I filled your last partner's veins with-,"
"-You SON OF A BITCH!"
The hunting dog that lived behind Kougami's visage lunged immediately, steel blue gaze erupting with a furious fire as he swung his bound hands around and struck Makashima hard across the side of his head, with such force that it knocked the pale man off of him. Kougami launched himself up onto one elbow to chase after him, to attack, to kill – his stomach let out a deep, massive gurgle, his entire midsection so close to bursting from the change in position that he collapsed again even before Makishima retaliated by slamming him back into the ground and pinning an arm across his throat, his other hand reaching down to punish his belly at the same time.
"Did I hit a sore spot?" he said slyly. "Mm...but if I hadn't done it to begin with, you may never have pursued me so relentlessly...we may never have met the way we have."
Another noise from somewhere in the building, much closer now, and recognizable – the sound of gunfire, and incoherent shouting.
Makishima inclined his head, smirking down at the Enforcer trapped underneath him. He leaned down, letting his breath play across Kougami's neck as he murmured to him.
"Then...until we meet the next time. Shinya," he taunted...then swung a fist up deep into Kougami's fat gut.
"HNRRGH!"
Makishima straightened up, stepping over Kougami's incapacitated form on the ground and silently, as though he had never been there to begin with, he was suddenly gone.
Kougami twisted slightly, but then slumped again, his vision of the cracked ceiling fading for a moment before he shook his head rigorously to clear it, drawing one leg up as he panted heavily. He could hear the chaos growing louder and closer, and his grim blue eyes flitted briefly around the room...no good. It was empty, devoid of anything he could think to try and use as a weapon, and he could barely move.
More sounds of gunfire, feet storming down hallways, muffled shouts. Then abruptly, right outside the lone door across the room, a loud BANG.
Kougami clenched his teeth, his tired eyes hard and ready, his weakened muscles poised as best he could to either dodge or lunge as soon as he was given the opportunity – and not a moment later, the door burst open with such force that it swung all the way back and cracked the wall behind it.
"MWPSB! Put your hands over your head and – huh?! KOUGAMI!"
Kougami fell back, his worn but predatory expression fading away along with the last of his strength...under his breath, at long last, he let out a short, relieved sigh.
"...Inspector Tsunemori," he murmured in greeting.
Akane's gaze scanned the room sharply, her Dominator following her eyes around until she had confirmed it clear, at which point she hurried to Kougami, dropping to her knees at his side as her brow furrowed anxiously. Very gently, she set a hand on his bare shoulder.
"Kougami..."
Kougami grit his teeth for a moment to bite back another groan, turning his head up toward her.
"Did you get him?" he managed, though his tone was a little strained. "Makishima...did you catch him?"
"Makishima?" Akane's eyes were still roaming his broken body, her hand moving up to run through his wild hair without thinking. "No...I don't think anyone has come across him yet..."
Kougami turned his head back and closed his eyes, suppressing another groan of discomfort.
"Figures..." His wrists twisted in irritation, raw against the bindings by now. "He was right under my nose, and I still..."
"Don't worry about that now," Akane advised, pulling Kougami's big hands closer to her so she could begin getting him out of the restraints. "Stop pulling on it, you're hurting yourself..."
Kougami grunted in relief as nimble fingers began to work the bindings away from his bruised wrists, his hands tingling a little as the blood flow raced back into them...he slid his half-lidded gaze back over to Akane.
"What're you doing, busting in this room without any Enforcers?" he murmured, though his tone was lighter. "Not very becoming of an Inspector...Gino wouldn't stand for it..."
Akane gave a slight chuckle.
"They're busy," she commented, as another round of gunfire sounded from somewhere in the building, followed by a rather tell-tale sound of something squelching and then splattering heavily onto a surface...someone had been shot by a Dominator.
"Besides..." Akane's eyes were trained on her work as she continued to carefully work loose the bindings around Kougami's hands. "...My Enforcer was already in here."
She looked over at him and smiled...Kougami let out a weak chuckle, then groaned in relief as at last the restraints fell away from his hands, rubbing his wrists for a moment.
"Thanks," he said. "Now come on, let's get out of here – hrrnghh..."
"Detective Kougami, stand down," Akane demanded, her young voice growing uncharacteristically stern, though her hands betrayed her by flying anxiously to Kougami as he pushed himself slowly up onto his elbows and then faltered. "Wait for the medics..."
Kougami collapsed onto his back again a second later, groaning through his clenched teeth in discomfort and then letting out a sigh of resignation.
"Bossin' me around..."
There was a garbled scream from close by the room and another unseemly splattering noise, followed by the sound of rapid footsteps...a moment later, Kagari skidded to a halt in the entryway, followed closely by Masaoka.
"Inspector Tsunemori!"
Both Akane and Kougami looked toward them as they hurried in, their Dominators still drawn; Kagari had a cut above his eyebrow and Masaoka's breathing was labored.
"Shit..." Masaoka panted, his eyes traveling from Kougami slumped on the floor to Akane kneeling at his side, one hand on his chest to keep him from trying to get up again and the other resting gently atop his swollen, violated belly. "Ko, you're...damn..."
"Looks like that was the last of 'em," Kagari said sharply, glancing up and down it one last time before opening comms on his wrist terminal. "Giving the all clear..."
"Kougami..." Akane said reproachfully as he pushed himself stubbornly onto his elbows again, one eye closing in discomfort as he did so.
"What the hell happened to you, Ko?" Masaoka demanded gravely as Kagari peered around at him as well from where he was standing guard at the door.
"Ngh...had a party," Kougami retorted roughly, gritting his teeth for a moment to keep from collapsing again. "Are we gonna get outta here any time soon, or are you all just gonna stand there and stare at my gut?"
Akane's hand came to rest lightly on Kougami's back as he managed to slowly sit up, resting one elbow on his knee and cursing under his breath...nonetheless, she smiled a little, meeting his gaze with slightly reddened cheeks.
"Yeah," she said lightly. "Let's get out of here."
The inside of the police cruiser was sterile and silent save for the faint hum of the electric engine and the dull blast of dry, heated air to combat the frigid temperatures and snow that had amassed outside, which threatened to leak in through the window Kougami had cracked open just enough so that he could promptly light a cigarette the moment he was given the chance.
He was half-slumped in the passenger seat of the two-person car, his gaze weary and tired as he gazed out the window at the surroundings flying by, expression half-obscured by the high collar of his usual dark green fleece civilian coat. The hand that wasn't balancing his cigarette was limp in his lap, his two broken fingers taped together and bound with gauze and a steel support, both his wrists wrapped up lightly with a layer of antibiotics and hyper-healing salve beneath the material.
Akane herself sat across from him, her eyes trained out the front of the car as she drove with one hand, the other resting absently against the near-horizontal curve of the top of Kougami's belly.
"I wish you had just gone with the medics," she murmured idly to him, still watching the road.
Kougami's gaze slid sideways over to her, and he took another drag from his cigarette.
"Don't want me along?" he mused.
"That's not it..." She glanced over at him worriedly, her tone slightly exasperated...Kougami looked stubbornly back out the window.
"I told you, I'm fine," he murmured. "Gonna take a lot more than stomach ache to get me in the back of a damn ambulance..."
"You're going to the medical bay as soon as we get back...you know that, right?"
Kougami made a vague noise of discontent and took another drag of his cigarette.
Guuuuurggggle.
Akane glanced over again worriedly as she felt Kougami's stomach rumble beneath her palm, rubbing it back and forth gently for a moment without thinking.
"Are...you okay?" she prompted softly.
"Ngh..." Kougami let his head drop back against the seat for a moment. "Yeah. Just need to take a load off. Where the hell are we, anyway?"
"A ways out of the city, for sure," Akane said, turning her eyes back to the road. "That's what made it so hard to find you. The hideout was halfway up this mountain we're on...seems like it was just a halfway house for some kind of local yakuza branch. Figures Makishima would be using other people and facilities to get what he wants..."
Kougami closed his eyes, relaxing tiredly into the warm hand resting on his sore belly.
"No trace of him, huh..."
"Not that we found." Akane bit her lip, returning both her hands to the steering wheel and slowing the car a little. "These mountain roads weren't made for a blizzard..."
"Want me to take over?"
"No, you need to rest-,"
"INSPECTOR!"
A wild screeching of tires, and a nondescript car on the other side of the road veered suddenly and intentionally toward them...Akane's small hands locked on the wheel, her eyes flashing as she slammed her foot on the brakes. The police car skidded, spinning sideways across the slick asphalt, and the other car rammed into it at full force...the wheels left the road, and all at once, everything began to tilt.
As though in slow motion, Kougami raked his eyes around toward Akane...he could feel the rotation of the car as it began to rotate over the guard rail, and moved without thinking; he launched himself toward her, his body knocking into her much smaller one and wrapping around it as he reached blindly for the door on her side. His fingers grasped the handle, wrenching it back just as both of their bodies impacted with it, knocking the door open in mid air and flinging both of them out of the vehicle as both the car and the two detectives disappeared over the side of the snowy mountain.