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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kishibe_Rohan, JosuHan
  Character:
      Kishibe_Rohan, Higashikata_Josuke_(JoJo:_Diamond_is_Unbreakable)
  Additional Tags:
      Piss_kink, non-con, Rape, Underage_Drinking, Blowjobs, Omorashi
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-14 Words: 3843
****** 1.5 Liters ******
by apples4ryuk
Summary
     Rohan thought they could start off on the right foot with dinner on a
     Friday night at his place, and Josuke agreed. Unfortunately Josuke
     had no idea what Rohan's true motives were.
     Rohan/Josuke
     JosuHan
     NSFW, noncon/rape, underage, underage drinking, PISS KINK
     fic trade
     for Daisy♥
Notes
     For a fellow writer whom I admire greatly. I hope I've done you good
     with this, Daisy, and I'm so sorry it took me so long! Please enjoy!♥
“Is this some kinda prank? Are you gonna want to play cards again or something,
‘cause I gotta tell you, Rohan, I’m good.”
“Oh please, Josuke, this isn’t a prank. Just come over for dinner around seven
o’clock tonight.”
“But why?”
“You little—“ Rohan sighed, covering his eyes. He had to stay calm. “Let’s
start over. Hi, I’m Rohan, and I think you should come to dinner tonight so we
can get a head start on the right foot. Deal?”
 
That was surprisingly all it took. Rohan expected Josuke to fight back some
more but he didn’t. He was sure Josuke remained suspicious of him, but that
didn’t matter. Everything fell into place neatly after that simple yet dreaded
phone call.
Rohan checked the tablecloth again. It wasn’t too fancy, just a flat color with
some floral décor on the corners. He didn’t put out his nicer wine glasses and
vetoed keeping the wine in a bucket of ice, purely because he couldn’t seem
toosuspicious. Or interested—no, suspicious, he thought while tapping his chin.
The doorbell didn’t ring until ten after seven, but he expected Josuke to be
late. Probably because he was doing his hair, but Rohan couldn’t chance pulling
that card tonight. He wanted Josuke in his bed, not in his hospital room, maybe
apologizing for beating Rohan to a pulp because he insulted his hair. Again.
“How fashionably late of you,” Rohan said. Josuke stuck his lip out and
scoffed, kicking off his shoes before excusing himself for the intrusion. He
padded down Rohan’s hallway toward the kitchen.
He could not believe the nerveof that kid! But Rohan put his poker face on and
followed Josuke into the kitchen. He smirked, crossing his arms. “What are you
doing? Dinner’s in the dining room.”
“Oh, so you didn’t cook then. Ha! Okuyasu owes me fifty big ones,” Josuke said.
He ignored Rohan’s annoyed huffing and sauntered into the dining room. “Oh,
wine? You know I’m underage, right? Or is this all for you?”
“It pairs well with the food,” Rohan said through gritted teeth. He sighed,
watching Josuke eye a platter of pasta in the center.
“What are we havin’, anyway?”
“Rigatoni with ragu barese.”
“With what now?”
“Just shut up and sit down!” Josuke pursed his lips and took a seat at one end
of the table. He wasn’t aware of Rohan’s inner turmoil and how he’d had to calm
himself down. “Sorry. Let’s start over.”
“Isn’t that what we’re—“
“Josuke if you just give me one second.” Rohan waited. Josuke didn’t say
anything else. “As I was saying, we’re having rigatoni with ragu barese. Ragu
barese is a red meat sauce and pairs nicely with this Salice Salentino,” Rohan
said, getting to work on uncorking the bottle; it made a loud pop as it came
loose. Rohan filled Josuke’s glass about a third of the way and his own,
halfway. I need to start him off slowly, he thought.
“Whoa, you’re seriously letting me have alcohol?”
“Why not?”
“Man, you’re not so bad after all, Rohan!” Josuke said, cheesing way too hard.
Rohan smirked as Josuke helped himself to a heavy serving of pasta, then took
the plate as it was passed to him.
 
The hour went on with Rohan refilling Josuke’s glass each time it emptied. He
had to keep up and drink at the same pace so it wouldn’t seem overly
suspicious, though Josuke probably wouldn’t have noticed anyway. Josuke went
straight for the wine before he even took his first bite, and it was clear
after the third glass that he was quite tipsy. Rohan was all too pleased with
himself as he listened to Josuke ramble on about school and Okuyasu and that
‘crazy girlfriend of Koichi’s.’ Only twice did Josuke ask why Rohan was
smirking, but both times were when he was busy sipping his wine, and he forgot
what he asked soon after.
“Hey, Rohan, I gotta piss,” he slurred, wobbling as he stood up. Rohan knew
this would happen and glanced down at Josuke’s plate, humming before he shook
his head.
“It’s rude to excuse yourself before finishing your meal, Josuke,” he tutted.
“Sit down and eat the rest, then I’ll show you to the bathroom.”
Josuke raised a brow and sighed loudly, plopping back down into his seat. When
he took another two bites, Rohan refilled his glass of wine, though Josuke
didn’t say a thing about it. He grabbed it clumsily at the neck and took
another swig.
Whether it be luck or Josuke’s drunkenness, he’d completely forgotten about
needing to use the restroom by the time they finished eating. Rohan made up
some bullshit excuse about not finishing all of his food, refilled their
glasses, and told Josuke to go wait on the couch while he cleared the table.
Josuke picked up his glass, but he stumbled as he stood and spilled some on the
tablecloth. Rohan shot him a sharp look until he set the glass back down and
wobbled out.
“How about a movie?” Rohan asked, emerging from the hall just a few moments
later. Josuke shrugged. “I mean, I’ve got porn too.”
“What?!”
“You’re a teenager after all, you’re probably always horny. I’ll go get my
collection—“
“No, no! What the fuck, Rohan,” Josuke said, though his words were exasperated
and he breathed unevenly. “Jesus Christ, put on a movie then I guess, you
fucking weirdo.”
You have no idea how right you are, Rohan thought, grinning.
 
He put on a movie that made Josuke guffaw at the title alone – it was an
American film that released a few years earlier called “Mr. Nanny.” The cover
depicted a balding blonde man hung upside down in a pink tutu and two children
on the bottom corners. It looked truly bizarre, but Josuke had no objections.
It made him laugh after all.
“Didn’t take you for a comedy guy,” he slurred.
Rohan rolled his eyes and sat next to Josuke on the couch. About a third of the
way through, Josuke began to squirm uncomfortably on his side. Rohan scooted
closer to him, confident that Josuke was far too occupied with not pissing
himself to notice.
Then he said, “Uh, Rohan, I really gotta piss, where’s the bathroom?”
“But you’ll miss my favorite part,” Rohan insisted. He gave Josuke some half-
assed puppy-dog eyes, the best that he could muster since they both knew he
wasn’t the begging type. Josuke grumbled and held his arms over his stomach,
slouching awkwardly to settle his bladder.
Rohan’s eyes were glued to the screen but he felt the couch shift as Josuke
continued to squirm, readjusting his legs several times before deciding to just
squeeze his thighs together. Which, Rohan noted from the corner of his eye, was
the worst possible solution. He could hear Josuke breathing heavily through his
mouth, and a tiny squeak escaped his throat, then silence.
Something wet seeped through the cushion between them. After a moment Rohan
smelled it, and it took all his will not to bask in it as if it were an aged
wine he’d been dying to try. Its acidity was strikingly harsh and filled the
air around them in a cloud of stench. Josuke cursed quietly and looked away
when Rohan focused his attention on him.
“Something the matter, Josuke?”
“I… I… shit.”
Rohan wanted to laugh at Josuke’s poor (and incorrect) choice of words, but he
kept his delight hidden well behind pursed lips and set his chin in his palm.
“Josuke…?”
“Dammit, I—this is so embarrassing, fuck, I’m sorry Rohan,” he said, his chest
bubbling up with something inside him. He scrunched his nose and wiped at his
eyes; the alcohol was probably to blame for his emotional reaction. “I—I just
peed myself, god, this is so embarrassing and gross. I want to die. I’m so
sorry.”
“Oh, you poor thing,” Rohan cooed, placing a hand on Josuke’s shoulder. He
shied away, leaning toward the other side of the couch, so Rohan didn’t push
any further. He rubbed Josuke’s shoulder with a soft touch, then moved his hand
across the broad stretch of his back, humming quietly to soothe him. Josuke’s
tension slipped and he sniffled a little.
“D-do you have extra clothes or something?” he mumbled. “I’ll clean up my mess,
I’m so sorry, Rohan…”
“That’s okay, Josuke,” Rohan continued, “it was just an accident, right?”
Rohan brought his other hand around to feel over Josuke’s chest, inching his
way further down. Josuke was still pretty drunk and didn’t notice until Rohan
was caressing his stomach, applying more pressure the lower he went.
“Rohan, what are y—“
“Shh, Josuke. It’s alright, you just peed yourself, it’s not a big deal…”
“Rohan, stop!”
Rohan pressed his fingers into Josuke’s bloated stomach and listened to him
whimper. He eyed the wet spot on Josuke’s pants as more piss dribbled out of
him, spreading further through the fabric fibers.
“R-Rohan…”
He glanced up to see tears in Josuke’s eyes and leaned forward to lick the damp
eyelashes. Josuke tried to push away but his fists slipped off Rohan’s
shoulders and he fell back onto the couch, squirming uncomfortably in his
soiled clothing.
“Don’t be difficult, Josuke,” Rohan said. “I’m just trying to cheer you up.
Let’s assess the damage…”
“Damage? Wha—Rohan, I jus’, I really need to get out of these clothes,” Josuke
said. “It fuckin’ stinks, quit playing and help me up already.”
He ignored Josuke and bent his head down. Josuke kept wriggling and didn’t
realize what Rohan was doing until it was too late; Rohan’s face was in his
crotch, inhaling deeply, and he hummed low in his throat like a growl.
“Rohan—ew—what the fuck!”
“Mmm, Josuke, you smell so good,” Rohan purred, nuzzling the wet spot. Josuke
gasped, clenching his fists as Rohan pushed his face in the crevice of his
thigh, humming again, then opening his mouth over Josuke’s soft lump.
“Rohan!” he shouted.
“Tastes good too, yum.” Rohan met Josuke’s horrified gaze, smirking and keeping
eye contact while his tongue pressed over the soiled fabric, dragging slowly
upward. Josuke never once looked away, and that disgusted curl of his lip made
Rohan’s cock twitch. He smiled, feeling around for the tip with his tongue
while his hands squeezed Josuke’s strong thighs. He scraped his teeth over
Josuke’s length, delighting in the shudder that ran through Josuke’s body.
Josuke found some strength to push Rohan away and rolled off the couch,
stumbling over his feet onto the floor. He crawled toward the hall where he
knew there must be a bathroom, but the quick movement had made his food-and-
alcohol filled stomach churn; bile filled his throat that he forcibly swallowed
back down, stopping to heave as he breathed to calm his intoxicated body.
Rohan laughed and let him crawl a bit further ahead before he stood and
followed, pausing between his steps, and when he came up on Josuke’s side he
lifted his foot and stepped down on his back. Josuke dropped down, wincing.
Rohan kept his foot on Josuke’s lower back, digging in his heel until Josuke
whimpered and pushed his arms up.
“Tsk tsk, Josuke,” Rohan said, “You’ve been rude all night, trying to escape
from dinner without finishing your meal and insisting on using the restroom
during my favorite part of the movie. It’s only fitting that you receive
punishment.”
“You’re a sick freak,” Josuke mumbled into the carpet, sniffling. “Let me go
home. I’m gonna call—“
“Who? You know I can easily write in that you can’t. Don’t test me, Josuke.”
He quieted. Rohan snorted.
“Such an obedient thing you are, like a little puppy.” He dug his heel deeper
into Josuke’s back, feeling the muscles tense. Rohan licked his lips at
Josuke’s rough grunting. “Hm, no, sadly in this position you’re more like the
bitch.”
Josuke turned his head to snarl at him, but his scrunched eyebrows betrayed him
in the way they furrowed high above the bridge of his nose, making his blue
eyes appear even bigger. Rohan had never seen him look so vulnerable. It
excited him so much more.
“And look what you’ve done now, Josuke,” he said, faking a frown for effect.
Rohan removed his foot, listening to the relieved breath on Josuke’s dry lips,
and knelt by his hip. “You’ve made a mess on my floor too. How ever shall I
correct this improper behavior?”
“F-fuck—fuck you, Rohan,” Josuke spat.
“That’s not how you speak to your host, Josuke.”
Rohan flipped Josuke onto his back and straddled his waist, squeezing Josuke’s
cheeks to hold his mouth open as he bent down to kiss him. Josuke thrashed and
threw him off, but Rohan called out, “Heaven’s Door!” and grabbed Josuke’s
ankle, pulling him back. He wrote on a page in his calf muscle that he would
not struggle against Rohan Kishibe, and then—without any difficulty
whatsoever—Rohan flipped Josuke back over and straddled him again.
“You’re being such a bad boy, Josuke,” Rohan said. He could still taste the
sour flavor of Josuke’s piss, and with a smile bent down to kiss him. Josuke’s
body would no longer obey his mind’s command, and this time when Rohan forced
his mouth open to shove his tongue inside, he couldn’t fight back. He couldn’t
bite down and rip Rohan’s tongue off.
Rohan moaned, his saliva dripping down Josuke’s throat. He unbuttoned Josuke’s
uniform and shoved up his shirt, pinching Josuke’s nipples and tugging them
upward. Josuke whimpered and arched his back, tears full of bitter rage biting
at his eyes. He glared as Rohan pulled away to show off his tongue, licking
over his teeth.
“I’ve wanted you for a while, Josuke,” Rohan said, scooting down on Josuke’s
thighs as he undid the button and zipper of Josuke’s pants. “You’ve got such a
fierypersonality, especially about your hair—“ Rohan paused, shivering; that
was the kind of look he wanted to get from Josuke, one of pure, absolute hate.
One that he didn’t even have to see, but feel.“—and you’ve got such a nice
figure…”
Rohan spread his fingers apart and ran them along Josuke’s torso, then down his
sides. “Look at how tiny your waist is, mm, and your bloated belly… I’m sorry,
did I give you too much wine?”
He poked the stretching skin below Josuke’s bellybutton, laughing at how Josuke
held his breath and tried not to move, but his body trembled no matter what he
did. Rohan felt Josuke’s thighs squeeze closer together beneath him; he moved
down on Josuke’s knees, pulling off his soiled pants and underwear until
Josuke’s sticky cock became visible.
“Now for what I really want,” Rohan said. He looked up and caught Josuke’s
horrified face: wide eyes, brows lifted high into his forehead, mouth parted.
Rohan winked. “It’s your fault, you know. Your piss just smells so good, it
gave me inspiration and I need moreof it. I need the source material here and
now to finish my next work.”
“What the fuck?” Josuke said, still slurring. “Wha-what’re you saying? I don’t
fucking get it.”
“You don’t have to. I don’t expect you to remember, but that day we were all
out researching Kira’s identity, when you and I were in the restroom… well, we
were a urinal apart, but you just couldn’t stop peeing. It came out like a damn
waterfall, and it was annoying, at first, but—well. The smell was appetizing.”
“Gross…”
“You may think so, but I remembered that you told me exactly how many beverages
you’d had that day, because you like to share useless information like that.
So—“ Rohan’s thumb pressed into the crease between Josuke’s hip and thigh,
slowly moving up. “—I took a guess at how much it would take for you to piss
that much with just wine in your system, and it worked.”
“You’re fuckin’ weird. L-let me go, Rohan. St—stop playing around. It’s a joke,
right?” Josuke forced a laugh.
“This isn’t a joke, Josuke.”
Rohan took Josuke’s soft length in his hand and began stroking it, kissing the
soft skin on Josuke’s inner thighs. Josuke pushed up on his elbows and tried to
scoot back but he couldn’t. His body refused to move. His breathing sped up and
a few tears streamed down his face.
“Seriously, Rohan, stop. Stop it!”
“Not a chance.”
Rohan nibbled on Josuke’s thighs, listening as he sucked in his breath. He
continued to touch Josuke with gentle fingers: over his thighs, up his stomach
where he teased the bellybutton with a nail, tracing the teen’s impressive abs,
then back down where he scratched playfully at Josuke’s thick, curly pubic
hair. Every sound Josuke made, every disgusted whimper and aggravated grunt
made Rohan so hard it hurt.
Josuke was a little tougher to get up, mostly because of the alcohol, but Rohan
expected that. When Josuke’s cock did finally get hard enough, Rohan sat back
on his heels and eyed his work. The disheveled and helpless look suited Josuke
quite well with his flushed, tear-stained cheeks and sweaty body. His cock lay
untouched over his stomach and he refused to look Rohan in the eyes.
“Just a second—“ Rohan opened another page, this time on Josuke’s thigh, and
wrote something in. “I’ll be right back.”
He hopped up and rushed into another room, knowing that Josuke would try to
escape; when he heard Josuke’s frustrated shout he couldn’t help but laugh.
Josuke should’ve realized that Rohan would make sure he couldn’t run away.
“I’m back,” Rohan sang, holding up a camera. “Hold still, will you. Oh—right,
you can’t move anyway.”
“Rohan, no, d-don’t do that—don’t—“
Snap. Click-click-click-click. Snap.
“What… what are you going to do with those?” Josuke mumbled. The flash made his
head dizzy as Rohan knelt on the carpet to take another picture. “Rohan—?”
He got another angled photo, click-click-click-snap, then an up-close of
Josuke’s ghostly pale face before he left again to return the camera to the
other room.
When Rohan reappeared, he sat comfortably beside Josuke, stroking his length
slowly. “If you behave I won’t develop that roll of film,” he offered. “Are you
going to keep struggling, Josuke?”
Josuke looked away.
“You should answer me, Josuke.”
“N… no, I’m not.”
“Good boy.”
Rohan spread Josuke’s legs, settling between them on his stomach. He made
mental notes of the shape and girth of Josuke’s cock to use later for an erotic
manga he would be publishing under another penname, then felt Josuke’s balls in
his palm, rolling them experimentally. He watched Josuke’s chest slowly rise
and fall.
Rohan nuzzled the base of Josuke’s cock, breathing in the dried scent of piss
again. He licked up the side and moaned lewdly, closing his eyes as he tasted
it all around, moistening the sticky parts and lapping at them until it was all
clean. Josuke held his breath when Rohan reached the swollen head, playing with
the slit using only the pointed tip of his tongue. Josuke swallowed a
whimpering gurgle in his throat.
Then Rohan flattened the top of his tongue over the whole head, twirling it
around before he took Josuke’s cock in his mouth and hummed. His eyes rolled
back at the taste, though it was a bit sweeter than he thought—maybe it was the
wine, or maybe it was just Rohan thinking that. It didn’t matter. The faint
flavor of Josuke’s hot piss stained his tongue; Rohan swallowed his excess
saliva, bowing his head down as he took more of Josuke into his mouth.
Josuke sniffled above him, hiccupping. Rohan bobbed his head up and down,
squeezing Josuke’s thighs each time he managed to fit the thick length all the
way down his throat. He gagged a little, felt Josuke’s hips jerk up, so he
hummed again and ate up the sweet, pathetic whine on Josuke’s lips. He hollowed
his cheeks and came up all the way, suckling on just the tip, poking his tongue
into the leaking slit.
“Rohan, please, don’t, I’m gonna—unh—“
Rohan took Josuke’s cock all the way into his mouth again, gagging as it
touched the back of his throat, and with a strangled cry Josuke came. Rohan
moaned, the vibrations making Josuke’s thighs shudder in his grasp.
“Please—please, I don’t want to again, Rohan, don’t, I feel like I gotta—I
gotta…”
Rohan smiled. He wasn’t finished with Josuke just yet,knowing full well what
type of sensation Josuke was feeling.
With a pop he let Josuke’s cock free from his mouth, rubbing his cheek on the
side of it. His hands traveled up to Josuke’s stomach, applying light pressure
as he kissed Josuke’s cock and said, “It’s okay, Josuke, just let it out.”
Josuke’s tears painted his face beautifully, glistening on his red cheeks and
chattering jaw. Rohan took the softening length and swallowed it again,
pressing his fingers down on Josuke’s bladder, and instantly warm liquid filled
his mouth. Rohan whimpered, palming his leaking cock with the free hand he had
as he drank the delicious acidic piss that Josuke couldn’t stop from flowing.
It dribbled down his chin messily and tickled his neck. He palmed himself
harder, rubbing through his pants, thumbing the tip as he swallowed all that he
could, afraid to waste any of it.
With a stutter in his hips, Rohan came, pulling off Josuke to cry out the
teen’s name. He breathed heavily, watching Josuke cover his face and cry into
his hands through half-lidded eyes. Rohan licked his lips and sat up when he
caught his breath, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt.
“I hate you, I hate you, I hateyou, you’re fucking sick, Rohan,” Josuke mumbled
between hiccups and gasps and tears. Rohan scoffed.
“Hate me all you want, Josuke,” he said, “but now we really do need to get you
cleaned up. Your piss is divine in taste, but I don’t want it setting in the
carpet. Come on.”
Rohan hooked Josuke’s arm around his neck and lifted the teen up with some
difficulty, no thanks to Josuke’s bulk and the pants hanging half off his ass.
Josuke stumbled forward, unsure of anything anymore, and let Rohan lead him to
the bathroom. First door on the right down the hall.
Rohan sat him on the toilet and started the bath, taking Josuke’s clothes off
while the tub filled with hot water. He checked the temperature as Josuke sat,
dazed and violated and sick to his stomach, then mixed some soap in to make it
bubbly and comfortable.
He helped Josuke get into the tub, watching him sink down until his shoulders
were covered, eyes blank though they stared hard at the shiny silver faucet.
“I’ll be back to check on you in ten minutes.”
A silent moment passed between them before Rohan left. When the door clicked
shut, Josuke covered his face and drowned his tears in the bath, wanting to
die.
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