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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/Kujo_Jotaro
  Character:
      Kujo_Jotaro, Higashikata_Josuke, Star_Platinum, Crazy_Diamond
  Additional Tags:
      Post-Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD, Dark, Angst, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Dissociation, Uncle/Nephew_Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-06 Words: 3015
****** Rotten Man ******
by carriejack03
Summary
     Josuke says a wrong word while arguing with Jotaro.
Notes
     READ THE TAGS CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK
See the end of the work for more notes
Jotaro and Josuke’s relationship could be only described as complicated.
They were close, yes, and Josuke looked up at Jotaro like the male role model
he never had in his life, his violet eyes always shone when Jotaro was near and
the older man suited perfectly the role of mentor, he always helped Josuke when
he was in need and gave him precious advices. Even if they were different like
day and night, somehow their student/mentor relationship worked. Well, most of
the times.
They didn’t argued often, both of them thought it was useless and tiringly, but
when they did fornitures always got broken. However, for as bad as things could
go, they avoided to fight against each other directly, especially when Josuke
wasn’t able to heal himself.
Things had never degenerated too much, they always stopped before they did
something they could regret (they had gotten close many times to bite their
throats out), but that day there was something strange in the air, Josuke
noticed it immediately when he entered in Jotaro’s hotel room, like he did all
the afternoons for new leads for Kira.
The older man was sitting on the bed, his back curled and his hands were
supporting his chin, a serious expression painting his face. It wasn’t rare for
Jotaro to be serious, but the look he had that afternoon was frightening.
“J-Jotaro-san?” Josuke called unsure, dropping his bag beside the bed and
slowly approached Jotaro. He stopped a few inches from the older man, there was
something in his gut that was telling him to not get any closer.
Jotaro lifted his head seemingly to notice Josuke’s presence just then and his
shoulders relaxed a bit, like he was relieved to see him there.
“Josuke, good afternoon, sorry, I’m just tired today...” Jotaro’s eyes shifted
in front of him and Josuke followed his gaze, but he only got more confused
when he realized that Jotaro was looking at the phone on the table.
“G-Good afternoon…” He paused, eyeing how Jotaro didn’t even seem to hear him.
“Did something happen, Jotaro-san?”
Jotaro sighed, his gaze never turning towards Josuke. “Just some… family
issues.”
His answer was short like always, but something tickled Josuke off. He raised
an eyebrow and stomped in front of Jotaro, hands on his hips. “I’m family too,
you know.”
He hated it when he didn’t know something related to the Joestar, he was one
too, it wasn’t his fault if he was a bastard child. One thing Jotaro could at
least do was to keep in track with family’s mess.
Jotaro eyed him for a moment, hesitation clear in his eyes and Josuke could see
them clearly since that obnoxious hat was comfy posed on the nightstand.
“I mean, with my family.” Josuke arched his eyebrow more urging him to
continue.
Jotaro seemed in the mood to talk because it didn’t even pass ten seconds
before he parted his lips once more.
“My… wife called me and she told me Jolyne is sick… she’s got a very bad fever…
and she asked me to return to America.”
Josuke’s eyes widened comically and his jaw nearly fell on the floor for the
new revelation. “Y-Y-You are married? And you have a daughter?!”
Jotaro nodded, covering his face and exhaling audibly from the nose. He looked
like he was tired, but Josuke didn’t know of what exactly he was tired of.
“So? When are you leaving?” Josuke asked, deciding to keep the conversation
going.
Something strange happened then, Jotaro lifted his head once more, his brow
furrowed like he hadn’t understood the question.
“I’m not leaving.”
It passed a second, then another before the words finally sank.
“What?” Josuke thought he had heard wrong, surely Jotaro hadn’t just said that.
“I said I’m not leaving.” Jotaro’s tone was annoyed, but Josuke was the one who
was getting more and more annoyed there.
“W-What the fuck, Jotaro-san?! She’s your daughter!” Josuke grasped Jotaro’s
shoulders and reached down so their eyes would be at the same level. “You can’t
be serious!”
“She’s better off without me.” Jotaro cut the conversation, slapping Josuke’s
hands away harshly. If Josuke had observed him better, he would have seen how
he had clenched his jaw and how his eyes were shining in an angry light, much
more different from how he was usually.
Sadly Josuke hadn’t noticed any of that and his expression was contorted in a
mix of disgust and pity. “W-W-What are you saying?! No kid is “better” without
their dad!”
“You turned out fine.”
“It’s not the same thing! I’ve never knew my dad, I didn’t have the illusion
for him to come back home if I was sick… but your daughter has it, you should
go home, Jotaro-san and stay with her.”
Jotaro glared at him with all his hate and gritted his teeth, there was
something dangerous about him, but Josuke thought he could handle him after all
Jotaro never gave major injures.
“Jotaro-san, please! Be reasonable!”
“I’m not going and now stop sticking your nose in my business.” That was the
end of someone who was tired of the discussion, but Josuke wasn’t finished yet,
he still had to talk and a cord in his mind seemed to have snapped.
“Y-Y-YOU!” Josuke’s pointed his index finger towards Jotaro’s forehead. “You’re
a disappointment as a father! And you talk bad about Joestar-san! Who do you
think you are?! You’re so pitiful and useless-”
Josuke didn’t see the punch landing against his cheek, but he felt the stinging
pain when it was already too late and he was starting to lose balance. He was
too surprised, too shocked that Jotaro had hit him and that he was falling
down.
Instead of hitting the floor like he thought he would and probably bruising
himself more, Josuke was suddenly thrown on the bed with a figure towering over
him.
He looked up and a shiver ran down his spine. Jotaro looked scary, his eyes
were dark with malice. He had probably used Star Platinum to throw Josuke there
and there was a great possibility he had also stopped time, but Josuke couldn’t
care about that, not when Jotaro was observing him with such hate.
“J-Jotaro-san-”
A hand covered his mouth and nails digged mercilessly in his abused cheek
making him flinch in pain.
“Shut up, you stupid bitch, I’m tired of hearing you whining about things you
shouldn’t even stick your nose in.” Jotaro’s tone was harsh and it was the
first time Josuke had heard him talk like that and it scared him.
Josuke tried to talk again but his words were muffled by Jotaro’s hand. He
wondered what had tickled Jotaro off so much and he knew he had crossed the
line, but Jotaro behaviour right now was really frightening, like he was
another person entirely.
Josuke felt his heart drop in his stomach when long fingers pressed against his
groin and pushed against Josuke’s clothed entrance.
Josuke let out a muffled scream, Crazy Diamond appeared behind him and tried to
push Jotaro off of him, but Star Platinum materialized and grasped Crazy D’s
wrists harshly. Josuke felt how the purple Stand’s fingers digged in his soft
wrist and a single tear ran down his cheek and on Jotaro’s palm.
That seemed to make Jotaro stop enough to look in Josuke’s terrified eyes.
Josuke’s body stilled when he saw how Jotaro’s face was expressionless, he
didn’t even seem there and yet he was doing those terrible things to him. He
was feeling nauseous.
Josuke sighed in relief when Jotaro’s hand left his intimate parts, thinking
that maybe he had just wanted to make a horrible joke, but his hopes were
shattered when fingers thorn the button of his uniform and ripped them apart.
Josuke vaguely heard clicking sounds around the room, too much preoccupied at
how Jotaro was studying him.
He had never been so glad he wore his yellow shirt under his uniform but
something told him his relief would be short lived.
Josuke twitched when he heard Jotaro chuckled - he had never heard such sound
coming from the man’s mouth - and he directed his attention to Jotaro’s dark
face.
“Why have you such things?” Jotaro’s fingers grabbed one of the zips on
Josuke’s chest and started playing with. “Are you hoping someone will pull them
down?”
Maybe it was that cruel tone or maybe it was because Josuke still couldn’t
understand that situation at all, but what was one tear soon became two, then
three until it was impossible to count them all.
Jotaro was either too deep in his own pleasure or he simply didn’t care and
pulled down Josuke’s nipple zip.
The boy whined pitifully when air hit his hardening bud and he felt so
embarrassed for Jotaro to be able to see it. Even if the tears were blurring
his vision, he could see how Jotaro looked mildly interested in his breasts and
the grip against his mouth relaxed enough for Josuke to take a deep breath.
Jotaro pinched Josuke’s nipple, nails digging painfully in the soft flesh.
Josuke’s toes - where did his shoes go? - curled on the sheets and he gritted
his teeth in pain. He felt the metallic taste of blood invading his mouth and
realized he had been biting his lower lip all the time.
“Ugh!” A muffled moan echoed in the room when Jotaro wrapped his lips around
Josuke’s nipple, sucking at the hardening bud slowly and he used his tongue to
tease it.
Josuke hated all the sensation that were running in his body, he hated how good
Jotaro’s tongue was making him feel. Josuke was disgusted of himself, bitter
tears flowed down his flushed cheeks once again.
Jotaro bit Josuke’s nipple harshly, snapping the boy out of whatever trance he
had been trapped. He wanted to shout, to scream, it didn’t matter how muffled
it would turn out. However, his voice died in his throat when he met Jotaro’s
empty stare.
Josuke’s body shuddered but he couldn’t tear his eyes away when Jotaro rose,
droll connecting his mouth to Josuke’s nipple. He used the back of his hand to
clean the spit on his chin and drummed his fingers against Josuke’s collarbone,
seemingly undecided to want to do.
Josuke waited with his breath caught in his throat, his eyes never leaving
Jotaro’s figure, afraid that if he looked away Jotaro would do worse to him.
The man parted his lips to talk but Josuke wasn’t to hear him with the beating
of his heart in his ears.
Seemingly to notice this, Jotaro leaned down until their noses nearly touched.
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
Josuke nodded vigorously, tears forming in his eyes yet again. The hand pressed
against his mouth pulled back and Josuke was able to take a deep breath, his
tense muscles relaxing thanks to be able to breath normally once more.
“J-Jotaro-san… I-I’m sorry-”
“Shut up bitch, I haven’t finished with you.” Josuke felt his heart missing a
beat when he heard those words. What did he mean? Why wasn’t this nightmare
ending?
Jotaro ignored Josuke’s pleading gaze and grabbed the boy’s belt, quickly
unfastening it and tugged down the fancy pants. Of course, Josuke didn’t let
him do it without fighting.
“No-NO! J-Jotaro-san! Stop! Y-You’re going to f-far!” Josuke tried to kick
Jotaro on the stomach, but the man’s quick reflexes caught the leg easily and
let him open Josuke’s thighs apart.
Jotaro grabbed Josuke’s chin between his fingers and forced their eyes to meet.
“You went too far too.”
Jotaro let go of Josuke’s chin and quickly undressed the boy from pants and
boxers, no matter how much the other was pleading and crying to stop, that he
didn’t want this, that he was sorry, but Jotaro seemed deaf. Instead he took a
seat between Josuke’s legs, eyeing the boy’s twitching hole.
“N-No! Don’t look!” Josuke wanted to cover himself but Star Platinum was still
grasping Crazy D’s wrists and Josuke started to feel his hands sore and it was
getting difficult to move his fingers.
“You have a cute hole.” Jotaro praised, brushing against it with the tip of his
finger. Normally, Josuke would have felt pride bubbling inside his chest at a
praise from Jotaro, but now all he could feel was utter disgust.
“I wonder…” Jotaro’s tone turned darker, voice dripping in pure malice. “How
much it will take to break it?”
Josuke’s mouth hung open when a sharp pain expanded from his bottom to his
brain. Tears fell down but that wasn’t important, Josuke looked down and saw
how two, rough fingers had entered inside of his hole, stretching it much more
than Josuke had ever done.
“Oh my god- oh my god- no, no!” Josuke screamed, but his eyes were glued to
that obscene spectacle. It stung and his insides were burning, his skin felt
like it could at any moment for how much it stretched.
Worst of all, Jotaro didn’t wait for him to adjust to the intrusion, he just
started to move his fingers in and down, completely ignoring Josuke, whose
cries were now filling the room.
Jotaro scissored the fingers, stretching the hole as much as the could and in
Josuke’s hazy mind something told him to relax or it would be worse. He tried,
he really did, but the pain made him tense like a violin cord.
Josuke didn’t know the sound of a zip could be scary, but he heard Jotaro
pulling his down, terror washed on him and his limbs couldn’t stop shaking,
like electricity was running in his veins.
“Please… Jotaro-san… don’t do this… please!” He begged again, his vision blurry
because of the tears and he was sure snot was coming down from his nose too. He
looked horrible, disgusting and the only person that could save him was the
same one that was doing such horrible things to him.
Jotaro took out his fat cock, stroking it enough to get it hard and position
the tip against the entrance. Jotaro leaned forward, his eyes never leaving
Josuke’s and the boy sniffed, but he knew that Jotaro wouldn’t stop, that he
would continue until he was satisfied. He wanted to speak to him one more time
again though, just once.
“I’m… sorry-”
Josuke couldn’t finish speaking before Jotaro’s cock ram inside his hole. He
distantly felt a liquid running down his thigh, but it was like he wasn’t even
there.
Josuke knew his body was moving with Jotaro’s hard, rough thrusts, but he
couldn’t register it, even the pain didn’t seem as bad as he had initially
thought it would be. It was like he was watching the scene from above, like his
body was just a mere doll in Jotaro’s arms.
It was strange, his vision was getting blurrier and blurrier and he was sure it
wasn’t for the tears, no this time it was something else… curious…
Before darkness took his vision away, he was able to part his lips once again.
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“Jotaro-san…”
It was Josuke’s small voice that finally snapped Jotaro out a whatever trance
he was into.
He stilled his hips and blinked a few times, like dust was entered in his eyes.
He looked down and wished he hadn’t.
“FUCK!”
Jotaro pulled back immediately, his dick still hard and dripping, but it
wouldn’t be like that for long. His body started to shudder, spasms of pain and
horror pumped in his veins, his heart felt like it would explode in his chest,
his hands were sweating so much-
Jotaro turned his head to a side and emptied all the content of his stomach on
the floor, acid burning in his guts.
What had he done? What had he done?
When he finally finished, he straightened his back as much as he could and
forced himself to look back and he nearly vomited again.
Josuke was passed out - of this he was sure -, his was face was covered in
tears and snot ran down his nose. Jotaro flinched when he saw the angry red
mark on the boy’s cheeks, it would surely become purple the next day. His lips
seemed to wear lipstick, but the ugly wound on his lower lip told him
otherwise. However what made Jotaro cringe was the blood that was ticking down
from Josuke’s anus to his thigh and it had even stained the white sheets in
red.
Jotaro felt nauseous, he knew it was his fault, he had lost control of himself
and lashed on Josuke. It wasn’t even his fault, why this had to happen to a
sweet boy like him?
“Useless, useless.”
Jotaro shook his head - now it wasn’t the time - and stood up, zipping himself
and he tried to ignore the blood around his length. He walked quickly in the
bathroom and grabbed a towel before hurryingly return to his room, where Josuke
hadn’t moved from his position.
He cleaned the boy up, being extremely careful on Josuke’s abused hole, and
covered him with a thick blanket.
Jotaro opened the window to let the horrible, disgusting smell out. He breathed
deeply, inhale and exhale, before using Star Platinum to grab the pack of
cigarette in his coat.
With shaky hands, he lightened one up, but his trembling fingers could barely
keeping it from falling. He managed to take one, deep inhale and let the smoke
ruin his lugs.
Jotaro softly puffed out the smoke before inhaling it again and again and
again.
He didn’t want to turn around, he didn’t want to face the consequence of his
actions. Of course, he would take responsibility, but for now he wanted to run
away from his problems, from hispast.
“Useless, useless.”
Jotaro wanted to laugh because it was true, he was useless, he couldn’t do
anything to heal the new wound he had made on Josuke, no matter how much he
wanted to.
A tear fell from one of his eyes.
Because he knew that the worst thing of all was that Josuke will forgive him
even after that.
End Notes
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