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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Shidou_Masayoshi
  Character:
      Akechi_Goro, Shidou_Masayoshi
  Additional Tags:
      Parent/Child_Incest, Pet_Names, Manipulation, Misgendering, Trans_Male
      Character, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse,
      Grief/Mourning
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_day_you_were_born
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-19 Words: 3593
****** Hollow Victories ******
by pendejadas
Summary
     Following a recent success, Goro celebrates with dinner on the eve of
     his birthday. Eager to not be alone, he takes up a dubious offer for
     companionship.
Notes
     As I always warn with any of my works of this nature, please heed the
     warnings and keep your safety in mind. Again, here is a link to an
     extension that will block some of the more upsetting tags from
     showing up. https://greasyfork.org/en/scripts/3579-ao3-savior
     To everyone else, happy reading!
See the end of the work for more notes
As expected for a Friday evening, the restaurant is overcrowded and noisy.
Deciding to come in the spur of the moment had been the first in a long line of
mistakes. Impulsiveness had forced Goro to wait in line for a table, making for
a rough start to the night despite his initial giddiness. He knew he was being
foolish, naive, but he had won. Even in a losing game, there are wins. That
alone was worth celebrating.
“Ah, Akechi! Treating yourself tonight?”
Goro shrugs and follows with a winning smile. “I suppose you can call it that.
I’ve had somewhat of a win streak lately and wanted to celebrate.”
“Passing all of your exams with flying colors, huh?”
“Naturally.” Another picture perfect grin. “Although, I’ve certainly got my
work cut out for me this year.”
The waiter gives a casual wave of his hand. “A kid like you doesn’t have
anything to worry about. Keep at it is all you gotta do! You’re a natural,
remember?”
“That I am!” Goro perches his chin on his hand and laughs amicably.
Goro savors the last pieces of sushi on his plate, and though delicious they
may be, he laments not having anyone to share it with. Sae had been his ideal
companion- only companion actually, but she never went along with his
suggestions for high end sushi. A shame,but this would have to do for now.
While she was strung out getting intel on the rising number of rampage
incidents, Shido increased the list of targets for Goro to rampage. One man’s
loss is another man’s gain. More specifically, his own gain when Shido was
generous.
'I'm sure you've seen the news. You've done well.‘ echoes in his head- Shido's
low rumble in his ear making him sick and proud, making even the delectable
food in front of him pale in comparison. Easy praise after a difficult foray
into the metaverse to make it happen; he’d left nearly shaking, energy drained
and eyes red, but it had been worth it for this. Oh, so worth it. The phone
call had only happened two hours ago but he felt beside himself with joy,
happily eating as he hangs on every word, mulling over what he could do next to
hear them again.
His fingers curl around a cooling green tea as he takes a final sip before
pulling away from the counter to pay the bill.
“All done for tonight?”
“I am, thank you very much.” Goro smiles serenely, pressing a generous tip on
the counter and waves goodbye.
 
Walking to the nearest station, pleased with himself for his successes and much
deserved dinner. Alone, he idly reminds himself, but he shakes his head as if
to physically dispose of the thought- of weakness, and passes through the
turnstiles, only to get a brief call from Shido, summoning him to his
apartment. Still riding the high from being praised earlier he dares to hope
that tonight will be a celebration. It’s a pathetic wish, he knows that, but it
doesn’t stop him from taking the soonest train that takes him to Shido’s high
rise apartment, knees nearly knocking as his fist as he taps on the sleek front
door.
“It’s me, Shido-san.”
Shido waves his hand, urging the boy to sit with him on the sectional sofa.
Goro does so without hesitation, placing himself next to Shido, smiling all the
while. The older man swills his emptied glass before setting it down, returning
his gaze to Goro.
“You came over so quickly.”
“Ah, that is… I was in the area when you called me, so it wasn’t much of a trip
to get here.” Goro brushes his hands against his knees, grip tight, feeling
sweaty already in his gloves.
“I appreciate that.” Shido hums as he pours himself another drink, downing it
rather quickly. “By any chance, were you celebrating?” Goro jumps a little at
that, a nervous smile and a hand brushing his bangs behind his ear. His throat
closes before he can answer, and Shido replies before he can muster the courage
to do so. “Because I was.”As he speaks, a wolfish smile emerges on Shido’s
face, slowly, due to his obvious inebriation.
Goro finds himself preening at the knowledge that his actions were such a
success that Shido had invited him along to celebrate. “I’m grateful to have
been of use, sir.” He dares to turn closer, knee brushing Shido’s.
Shido leans in then, face hovering closely to Goro’s, to which Goro flinches,
causing Shido to retreat with a frown. Goro laments his instinct, at possibly
ruining his chance.
Shido removes his glasses and pinches his temples, sighing deeply, saying
nothing, making Goro miserable as he waits to be smacked or kicked out.
“You’re not in a celebratory mood.” Shido states like a fact, making Goro
bristle and fall right into his trap.
“I am indeed.” Goro counters a little too harshly, so he slaps his hand over
his mouth in embarrassment as he breaths, taking in Shido’s words. “I am. I was
so glad to have been useful… I went out to dinner to celebrate.”
“All by yourself?” Shido questions, hand hovering over his thigh before he
firmly sets it down and rubs up and down, making Goro quiver, careful not to
retreat from the older man’s touch.
“Yes.” Goro says simply, rendered nearly speechless as their proximity, at the
sexually charged direction their conversation was taking, wholly new. Shido had
never been one for teasing, always quick to order Goro to his knees, retreating
his attention as soon as he came.
This time, Goro leans in, daring to be bold in an effort to prove his continued
loyalty and worth. To be irreplaceable in a way he'd never been to a single
soul. His gloved hands come to press against Shido’s chest, and he gives a
surprised and pleased yelp when Shido grabs him by the ass and hoists him onto
his lap, his thick thigh firmly between Goro’s legs.
“I knew this is what you always wanted.” Shido pants into Goro’s waiting mouth
before he proceeds to suck his face with his large hands like a vice grip on
his son’s cheeks.
“Always…” Goro answers, eyes half lidded and body languid in his father’s lap
as they move against each other, sloppy wet sucks filling the room. Before he
knows it, he’s all but humping Shido’s leg, trying for as much contact as he
possibly manage with their clothes still on.
Shido leaves no time for hesitation as he lets Goro guide the kiss, allowing
his hands to roam towards Goro’s ass. He feels a firm squeeze, large hands
massaging his cheeks before sliding into his pants, groping his bare ass.
“Mmph…” he moans into the slow kiss, his nose whistling as he tries to keep his
composure once he realizes that it’s indeed Shido’s erection beneath him,
poking insistently at his crotch,
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Shido questions, as he pulls away
from this kiss with a satisfied smirk.
“I haven’t.” Goro lies, although it was true that he’s a virgin, he’d had
plenty of sexual contact, albeit mostly unwanted. “Teach me, Papa.” he moans
before he can stop himself, flushing bright red at the utterance.
“Papa?” Shido repeats, his hands coming to a halt just as his brows furrow.
“M-my apologies, it would seem that I lost myself a bit there.” Goro stammers
as he tries to save face, grinds himself down to remind Shido of their previous
antics. It’s then that Shido blinks back at him and stares for a long moment
before he suddenly scoops him up, holding him bridal style as they briskly walk
to the bedroom.
“Um…Shido-san?”
Shido doesn’t look down at him, simply ignores him until they’re in the
bedroom. The room itself is modern, although it looks barely lived in. The
intimacy of being allowed the sight of his father’s bedroom coupled with being
carried in his arms strikes him as wonderful, and he lets himself revel in
being so close, so treasured. His father drops him down onto the mattress
gently, fatherly almost, if not for the way he immediately climbs atop Goro,
his large frame looking as imposing just as it’s arousing.
“Shido-san?” Goro questions again, trying to make sense of the situation as it
stands, but not wanting to think about it too much.
“You may call me Papa.” Shido replies easily as he quickly unbuttons his shirt
to reveal his hairy chest; black curls adorning his muscular frame. Lost in the
heat of the moment, Goro paws at the older man’s chest, running his fingers
through coarse hair before his fingers dance atop defined pectorals. Shido’s
hot, whiskey breath tickles his ear as speaks. “I’m going to claim you
tonight.” Goro shivers, delighting in having Shido’s uninterrupted attention,
even if the promise of it make his stomach turn as the physicality between them
escalates.
“I’m yours, Papa.” Goro’s eyes flutter closed as he moans, enjoying the sound
of Shido’s belt buckle coming undone; the drop of metal to the floor makes him
habitually wet, so he rubs his thighs together, wanting any sort of contact to
relieve him, even as his anxiety begins to return. There was no way to back
down now, no way to say no, so he puts on the mask that protected him best.
Maybe if he pretended to want it bad enough, he would. “Please take me.”
Shido climbs atop him once more, his hard cock bobbing in the air, begging to
be touched. Goro reaches up to stroke it and purses his lips at the sight; at
how his small hands barely manage to curl around his lengths, dwarfed by the
enormity of such a daunting cock. Shido gives an appreciative grunt and grasps
Goro’s wrist in his own, pulling it off his cock and pinning it above his head.
His fingers come to pull at the waistband of Goro’s pants, pulling it back to
expose a small patch of hair.
“I knew you were a girl.” Shido states, eyes alight with something akin to pure
lust. “Right from the moment we met.”
Goro freezes, once again rendered speechless, only this time out of sheer fear.
Too frightened to even protest, he stiffens while Shido slides his pants down,
exposing his pussy to the open air. A blunt finger prods at his lips, messily
poking at his entrance, hard enough to hurt. Tears begin to form in the corner
of Goro’s eyes as he weakly lets his father take advantage, afraid but more
than anything wanting to please the man above him. So he parts his legs and his
lips spread even more, exposing more of his pussy to Shido.
“Just like that, baby girl.” Shido exhales, pushing his finger into Goro’s
wetness, pushing past the slight resistance to insert himself to the knuckle.
In response, Goro’s fingers fist the bedsheets, his throat closing to swallow
down his protests of pain. It’s not until Shido crooks his finger, pressing up
against his plush walls that Goro begins to feel pleasure again. He bucks up
into the touch, at how marvelous simply the knowledge that someone else’s
finger inside him- Shido's finger- made everything feel so much better. He’s
content to fuck himself on Shido’s finger, until Shido pushes his shirt up,
exposing his breasts. Shame and arousal pool in his belly, coming to head as
Shido forces his finger in faster, harder, his finger slamming against his
vulva with a small slap.
“M-more…” Goro moans, even as he begins grinding down onto the fingers, his
pert breasts bouncing with the force of it. Shido’s fingers retreat, to which
Goro whines, only to be replaced by the bulbous head pressing up against his
entrance.
“You’ll have to beg for it.” Shido demands.
Goro goes stiff again, fear pervading him when he recalls the way his mouth
struggles to fully take in Shido’s length, so how could his pussy? It was too
much for a first time, he wasn’t ready, this isn’t right, he wants to say but
doesn’t. “Ple… Please.” Goro meekly begs, as his hands come to encircle
trembling body, giving himself the protective hug he so desperately needed.
“Please what?”
Please go slow, please get off of me, please love me, please die, Goro thinks,
but doesn’t- can’t vocalize. He simply begins to cry, tears pooling at the
corners of his eyes and spilling down the sides of his face and wetting his
bangs, as he takes in the inevitability of it all.
“Tch.” Shido doesn’t bother waiting for a proper response and pushes the tip
against Goro’s tight entrance, earning him a pained whimper. It doesn’t stop
Shido, and he fists his cock, positioning the head and uses his hand to force
himself in. He grunts at the feeling of it, even if only Goro’s only been able
to take in a small portion. Goro keens, his back arching as he cries out in
pain, very nearly in full on hysterics.
“It hurts…!” Goro cries as he pushes up against Shido’s chest, uselessly trying
to get the larger man off of him. But Shido only grabs his wrists and pins them
above his head, giving him more leverage to slowly sheath himself with a few
messy pumps. “Don’t-” Goro winces when he’s suddenly slapped, sobering him
while the man above him falls deeper into his drunken stupor. Or at least,
that’s what Goro convinces himself of; finding it the only way to make his
father’s actions justifiable.
“Don’t tell me what to do, you little cunt.” Shido sneers, as his face lowers
to hover over Goro’s, alcohol intense on his breath. “Don’t forget that you’re
the one who came here, begging to be fucked.” Shido shuts his eyes and grunts,
bucking into Goro’s hard enough to bruise. “Just like this. Stop pretending you
don’t want it… unless you want to be considered useless?”
Goro whimpers pitifully, knowing full well that Shido was goading him into
accepting this, and also, knowing full well that he would allow it. Maybe even
grow to love it, all to please Shido. “I’m not useless.” Goro tearfully
counters, breath hitching with every syllable uttered.
“Then show me.” Shido says simply, scowling as he pulls back, keeping himself
sheathed inside of Goro while he moves their positions so that Goro is riding
on top. He gives Goro’s ass a hard spank to spur the young boy on. “Don’t waste
anymore of my time.”
Goro acknowledges the order with a simple nod and a slow roll of his hips, only
stopping to wipe away tears with his arm just to find that they won’t stop
coming. So he decides to press his hands down on Shido’s chest, trying to move
as much as he can despite feeling as if he’s been split in two. He smiles
through his tears as he looks down at his father, a bored look planted on his
face. A hard spank punctuates every word of praise when he begins to set a
pace, growing accustomed to the searing, wet pain burning in between his legs.
He manages to rise to the task by removing himself as much as possible; closing
his eyes to fixate on the sushi from earlier, on his favorite novelists due to
release new books this spring, on his 8th birthday and the Neo Featherman
figurine his mother had gifted him atop a hastily baked and frankly, ugly cake.
That was love. This was something else entirely. Something so disgusting and
debauched Goro’s mind couldn’t even stand to be present for it, even as his
body continues descending down Shido’s incredible length, his pussy greedily
taking in every impossible inch.
“Just like that.” Shido praises, punctuating the compliment with another rough
spank. Goro gives a dead eyed smile at that; at having been able to please his
father without even truly being there. Perhaps he wasn’t useless after all,
maybe he could continue to show his worth this way, have praise soothed into
his sweaty skin, making the pain dissipate in the moment, even if he had to
carry it for the rest of his miserable life.
Reinvigorated, Goro does his best to ignore the pain and starts to bounce atop
Shido’s cock, now uncaring about whatever he had to do. He was far past the
point of redemption anyway, so why not indulge in this sick pleasure. Shido
rewards his enthusiasm by leaning forward, ass in his hands, and swirling his
tongue around a hardened nipple. Goro trills, delighted by the lavish attention
to his tit, and speeds up his bouncing, taking in more and more, easier every
time even if the pain never truly fades away.
When Shido uses his hands on Goro’s tight ass to dictate their pace, slamming
Goro’s pussy down onto his cock, Goro shrieks, all at once pleased and pained.
“Y-yes Papa…!”
Shido gives several spanks in quick succession, bucking wildly into Goro’s
waiting pussy. Finally, he takes two fingers and rubs messily at Goro’s swollen
clit, making the young boy keen backwards, thighs trembling at the much needed
touch. And with every sloppy swipe at his clit, Goro lifts himself closer to
Shido’s fingers, taking in more and more of his cock, filling him up as he
violently cums, gushing fluid onto his father’s thick fingers.
“See? Your body is clearly enjoying itself. I’ll condition you to my cock soon
enough.” Shido moves his wet finger away so that he can forcefully wrap his
arms around Goro’s skinny torso, allowing himself the freedom to freely fuck
into his son’s tight pussy, just as he’d envisioned since the day they’d met.
Now that he’s been allowed to set the brutal pace, Shido grunts with the
exertion of it, the alcohol in his system lowering both his inhibitions and
stamina. Goro squeals with every hard thrust up into him, tears of pleasure and
misery mixing with sweat into his father’s broad chest.
It’s not long until Shido is nearly to the edge, his hips stuttering and
driving in even deeper until he goes rigid, arms nearly squeezing the life out
of Goro as his hips shallowly pump into Goro’s pussy, spilling his seed into
his son. “
"Whore.” is all he groans, and Goro panics in his arms, tries fruitlessly to
wrangle himself out of the older man’s merciless hold, nearly retching when he
feels Shido’s cock fall from him, warm cum dripping from his pussy onto his
sweat slick thighs.
“How could you do that to me…?” Goro wails, his words muffled into Shido’s
chest, his cries only audible when the older man shoves him off and away,
leaving him to fall to the floor while curling in on himself like an infant.
His cries hiccup, ripped from him, never ending tears spilling again as if they
had never stopped, never would stop.
“Stop your sniveling. Now.” Shido threatens, his eyes hard enough that Goro
notices the malice even through his clouded eyes. “You’ll take a pill to make
sure you don’t get pregnant, and the next time I dare to touch you, you better
be ready,boy.” Goro isn’t sure what’s worse: the idea of carrying his father’s
child, the thought of having sex with him again, or the deliberate contempt in
his voice when Shido calls him a boy.
“Yes...” Goro sniffles, taking a moment to gather his bearings, pointedly
avoiding Shido’s scornful gaze. He crawls on the floor pathetically, eyes
growing swimmy as he gropes around for his clothes, still just as upset as
earlier. He’d been foolish; convincing himself that he wanted this, needed this
to survive, to earn his father’s goodwill. But if this was kindness, a reward,
then Goro wants no part of it. Wants nothing to do with this scum of a man.
But Goro can’t leave Shido. Not truly. As much as he busies himself with
delusions of grandeur; of “justice”, he knows that there’s a small child in him
sitting up in bed waiting for the clock to strike midnight, for strong arms to
encircle him and gather him into a safe hold, welcoming him him home.
Goro shakily stands up to step into his pants, pulling the garment up his legs
and wincing when wetness sticks to the cloth. He dresses himself quickly,
doesn’t dare ask to use the restroom, and instead bows before Shido, pointedly
ignoring the digital clock on the nightstand besides him. “I must be on my
way.”
Shido grunts in acknowledgement before lighting a cigarette, turning away from
him.
 
Goro leaves then, promptly making his exit and slowly closing the door behind
him. Only once he’s left the cheerful doorman with a practiced smile and terse
goodbye does he dare check his phone. The dimmed phone screen reads June 2nd,
12:09am. A reminder of his mother- and now an absence that pangs at him over a
decade later, and the stinging pain in his groin reminds me of his vow to
himself. To use his meaningless life to enact a justice only he could fulfill
with this power of his- that very power perhaps a consolation prize from the
very gods who surely shunned his forsaken existence, just like everyone else
has.
He unlocks his phone, half expecting a scolding text from Shido or even Sae,
but only nly a single notification waits on his phone, a reminder he made to
himself that simply reads: 
You are a door, not a destination.
End Notes
     Because Shuake is my true love, the last fic in the series will be
     hurt/comfort and an actually happy birthday spent with Akira. Because
     fuck canon.
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