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works/6056773.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Higashikata_Josuke/Kira_Yoshikage
  Character:
      Kira_Yoshikage, Higashikata_Josuke
  Additional Tags:
      Mind_Break, Kidnapping, Mild_Gore, No_stand_AU, Alternate_Universe_-
      Modern_Setting, Psychological_Torture
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-19 Words: 1229
****** I Want a Girl ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Yoshikage Kira has many lovers. Many tales of many girlfriends and,
     if rumors are to be believed, a wife.
Notes
     THIS IS NOT WRITTEN TO APPEAL TO ANY KINKS OR WHATEVER THIS IS TO
     WRITE KIRA AS A HORRIBLE PERSON
If you asked Kira Yoshikage if he was a single man, he would answer with a flat
"no." He had girlfriends, and, as rumors went, even a wife that was always on
vacation.
Was Kira Yoshikage a cheater? Possibly. 
As Kira walked home, he took notice of the aging fliers on the power lines. A
message for those looking for young Josuke Higashikata. He exhaled, turning his
cheek to the posters and resuming his walk to his abode.
The door was unlocked and relocked as Kira entered his home and made a beeline
for the basement door. Dress shoes clicked against wooden stairs ad he
descended and turned to the side, approaching the bed by the boiler. 
Josuke Higashikata lay unconscious, the long sleeved shirt and pants being worn
dirty and unkept. His hair laid in shambles, pompadour beginning to collapse
with lack of care. Shackles clasped around his limp ankles, chained to the bed
as to not let him escape. He looked perfect; the body of how he always imagined
his wife would look. Slvete. Clear skin. Frail.
He had to seize the chance; he had followed him weeks ago, knocking him out and
dragging him to his home in the dead of night.
Kira sat down on the mattress, looking at his bride with a soft expression. He
tilted Josuke's chin up, pressing his mouth to his. He felt Josuke stir and
wrench his head away with a yelp.
"Ah. You're up." Kira adjusted his tie, standing up and staring down.
Josuke made a low growling sound, causing Kira to grimace.
"I apologize for having to leave. I had work to do. Dinner will be ready
later."
And with that, he began to take his leave, leaving Josuke in the dark. 
===============================================================================
Kira had him pressed against the wall, hands by his face.
Metal scraped against the rock wall and Josuke felt himself hold his breath as
a cleaver was held by his wrists. Kira brushed his hand against his chest, and
Josuke arched his back involuntarily. The knife pressed against his fingers
before being moved away by his captor.
"Careful, my dear. We don't want you being hurt..."
Kira cooed gently into his ear, causing Josuke to shudder and bare his teeth.
Kira's hands continued to  rake down his stomach, cleaver only grazing the
sides of Josuke's wrists.
"You have such beautiful hands, Josuke."
Kira's voice was breathy and deep. Josuke cracked an eye open, feeling Kira's
hands in his boxers. He breathed heavily, almost automatically pressing his
legs together. Kira 'tsked' behind him.
"My dear, a good wife does not interrupt."
Josuke had no time to react before his head was grabbed and slammed into the
basement wall. The world went black near instantly.
===============================================================================
When Josuke awakened, his ankles were shakled to the bed again, and-
Oh god.
The searing pain and bloodied gauze around his right wrist told him the words
he never wanted to hear. 
Kira took his hand. Kira cut off his fucking hand.
Josuke's mouth gaped at the stump, his remaining hand clutching his chest as
his heart rate began to speed to unnatural levels. He covered his mouth and
choked back a sob, hot tears at the corners of his eyes. What would he do if
Kira took his other one? How would he live normally? His family couldn't afford
a big, fancy prosthetic. 
The basement door opened and closed as Kira's gentle footsteps descended the
stairs. He held a small tray in his hands, which he placed on the nightstand
next to Josuke's 'bed'. Josuke took note of the various knives situated on it,
just out of his reach. Taking a small water bottle, he gripped the back of
Josuke's head and held the head to his lips.
"Drink."
The water felt good on Josuke's dried tongue, moistening his mouth after hours
of dehydration. He had nearly swallowed all of it when Kira took the bottle
away, turning back to the stairs and beginning to walk away. 
"If you need food, you will have to ask for it."
Rather than scream in protest, Josuke forced out the first word he had said in
a while.
"...Please."
Kira pretended not to notice, leaning against the foot of the railing.
"...Please, dear."
The words felt like acid on Josuke's throat and tongue. Kira simply smirked and
walked upstairs.
"As you wish."
 
===============================================================================
 His head was being pressed down the bed was rattling it HURT 
Kira was growling. He was leaning on him. He was inside him. 
The shackles clacked together. Josuke felt tears on his face. Everything was
stinging.
Sights and sounds blurred together. Kira's breath was hot on his ear, he was
panting.
"Tell me you're mine."
Josuke let out short, pained sobs, repeating his order, I'm yours, I'm yours,
I'm yours...
Kira bit his ear, his thrusting lost rhythm and Josuke felt hot liquid inside
him. He wasn't sure if it was blood or otherwise. Kira twisted his head towards
him, brushing his lips against Josuke's, as if to show his faux love for his
"wife".
Somewhere in Josuke's head, glass shattered into many, many pieces.
===============================================================================
 
If you asked Kira Yoshikage if he was a single man, he would answer with a flat
"no." He had girlfriends, and, as rumors went, even a wife that was always on
vacation.
Was Kira Yoshikage a cheater? Possibly. 
As Kira walked home, he took notice of the aging fliers on the power lines. A
message for those looking for young Josuke Higashikata. He exhaled, turning his
cheek to the posters and resuming his walk to his abode.
The door was unlocked and relocked as Kira entered his home and made a beeline
for the basement door. Dress shoes clicked against wooden stairs ad he
descended and turned to the side, approaching the bed by the boiler. 
Kira looked over Josuke with a stoic expression. He moved to the dampened
mattress, sitting down and hoisting his bride upwards. His locks laid unkempt
and untidy, matted against his head in contrast to the original, brighg
pompadour he had. 
Josuke's dead eyes met Kira's as he was moved onto his captor's lap and felt
his prick poking into his thigh. He heard the sound of a belt buckle being
undone as Kira began to sing softly into his ear. He had heard him sing it
before; it was some song from America, he thought he explained.
"A good old fashioned girl with heart so true, one who loves nobody else but
you, I want a girl, just like the girl that married dear old Dad..."
Josuke's head gently rested on Kira's shoulder, staring at the dark wall as he
rested in the man's warmth. He was tired. So, so tired. Kira continued to sing
sweetly, pressing into him. He was inside. He was thrusting.
He wondered if people were still looking for him. How long had it been? A week?
A month? What would they think if they found him?Josuke Higashikata, who let
himself be broken open from the inside.
He felt Kira's seed trail down his thighs as he was pulled upwards with a
squishing sound. Josuke's head rolled backwards, limp, staring up at the
ceiling. Kira had taken him somewhere no one would find him. Kira had taken
Josuke to be his bride.
And if Kira wanted a bride, then may they be wed.
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