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works/8097301.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, 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:
      Hirose_Koichi/Kira_Yoshikage
  Character:
      Kira_Yoshikage, Hirose_Koichi, Killer_Queen_(Jojo)
  Additional Tags:
      Dark, Angst, Torture, Abuse, Blood_Play, Blood_Drinking, Implied/
      Referenced_Character_Death, Anal_Sex, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Kidnapping
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-20 Words: 4006
****** Special Boy ******
by carriejack03
Summary
     Koichi encounters Morioh serial killer. Kira decides to have fun with
     him.
Notes
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See the end of the work for more notes
Koichi was just trying to find justice, he never meant for things to end up
like they did.
He knew that Josuke and Okuyasu were busy and a serial killer wasn't at the top
of their priorities, but he couldn't help but be angry at their behaviour. A
middle schooler died! How could they continue to joke like something like that
hadn't happened?
Koichi sighed, feeling his blood start to boil in his veins and counted until
ten in his mind. No, he couldn't get angry. Deep down he knew that both Josuke
and Okuyasu were trying to not think about Shigechi, he couldn't blame them if
they tried to act “normal” after learning what had happened to their little
friend.
Koichi was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't realize that someone
else was walking in front of him aheaded in the other direction and the younger
boy nearly fell on the ground when he bumped against said “someone”.
“Ah!” Koichi yelped, taking two steps backwards to regain balance, faintly
remembering that he had met Jotaro Kujo in the same manner weeks prior, and
lifted his head to apologize.
His breath was caught in his throat.
The man in front of him was the ordinary salary-man he saw everyday walking in
the street, blonde hair, blue eyes, average built, he had to admit that this
man was slight handsome than normal (maybe it was because of his high
cheekbones), but he wasn't anything special. However there was something
different about this man, Koichi could feel it in his bones, but he didn't know
what it was.
Suddenly he realized he was being rude and he bowed his head, pink dusting his
cheeks. “I-I'm sorry, I wasn't looking!”
“It's nothing.” The man didn't say anything more, his eyes were as cold as ice
when they landed on Koichi and the younger boy had to suppress a whimper. He
was used at being looked down, but this time he just wished to disappear. Why
was he feeling like that? It didn't make any sense.
However, once he looked at the jacket in the man's arms, he knew the answer.
Since Shigechi's last message, Koichi had developed the habit to look at the
jackets, to find the serial killer's button. He knew it was useless, like he
could find it so easily... but he still tried, he wanted Morioh to be safer, so
he had the habit to observe the men that passed him, thankfully for once for
his short stature because he didn't seem a creep thanks to it.
Koichi couldn't believe his luck (or was it misfortune?).
The buttons on that jacket were the same as the one that Shigechi gave them.
This couldn't possible be...
Koichi looked up to the man again, this time slower and with fear clear as the
sky in his eyes.
And that was his error.
Because it didn't matter how much Kira Yoshikage seemed average, he was
intelligent, brilliant and could easily read any face. He wouldn't have been
able to hide his true self from the world otherwise.
Something seemed to click in his mind when he saw Koichi's terrified expression
and his composed face turned in something dark, which only made the boy take a
step backwards, wanting to run away from there.
“Ah, you're... Koichi-kun, aren't you? One of Josuke Higashikata's friends,
right?” Koichi's eyes looked like they wanted to pop out of his head when he
heard his name being said with such a cold voice and suddenly he wanted to
crawl in a hole and hide.
“H-How-” Koichi stumbled on his own words, his tongue felt heavy and dry in his
mouth. He wasn't prepared for this, maybe if things happened slower he would
have been angry, but now he only felt scared.
The man in front of him was a killer, one who had murdered who knows how many
people, hundreds, thousands? And he also knew, for whatever reasons, Koichi and
Josuke's names.
Kira clicked his tongue annoyed. “It doesn't matter matter, I despise the ones
who try to meddle in Yoshikage Kira's affairs... Normally I would kill you,
but...” Kira's eyes looked at Koichi like they were searching for something and
a dark smirk grew on his face.
“You would do, after all I had to dispose of my girlfriend just moments ago...”
Koichi felt his breath stuck in his throat at the man's words. Dispose as in
murder...?
Before he could call for Echoes, he saw something pink and menacing coming
towards him and cover his mouth and nose in not even a second. Impossible, a
stand? So this killer was really a Stand user?
It didn't matter how much he trashed and hit the stand in front of him, the air
in his lugs was disappearing and he began to see black points in his vision
already blurred by his tears.
Before his world turned dark, he caught once again the killer's dark grin and
suddenly he wished death because he knew that whatever Kira planned to do with
him, it was far worse from leaving this world.
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“Ugh...” Koichi blinked, the faint light above him blinded him for a moment,
but he was able to regain his eyesight after a few seconds, opening and closing
his eyes to focus on the place he was in.
He seemed to be in a basement, no windows, dark and hollow, like one of these
low-budget horror movies he had watched with Josuke.
There was nothing here, just the clean mattress he was lying on, however his
eyes were still blurry and he couldn't be sure.
“Ah, seems like you're awake,” the same cold voice he had heard some hours
prior (at least, for Koichi felt like hours) gave him a shiver and he slowly
turned his head to his right side.
There, hidden by the shadows, stood Yoshikage Kira, with a small, fake smile on
his face. He looked serene and calm, like having a teen in his basement was a
normal thing for him.
Koichi felt anger boiling inside of him, he wanted to scream and to punch the
killer's face. He was ashamed of himself for not being able to do anything
before, but now he was just angryand he wanted to hurtthe other man.
Koichi was ready to call Echoes, in fact he opened his mouth to scream his
Stand's name... but he found out that he could only scream incoherent words.
He tried again, but with the same results, and again and again, until his
throat felt dry, but no words came out. In those moments he also realized that
he couldn't move his arms or legs. He was trapped on that mattress, with
Yoshikage Kira who looked at him with amusement in his eyes.
“It's seems like the drug is working...” Kira walked towards him and sat down
beside him. Koichi made a sound of protest, but Kira simply ignored that and
petted the teen's hair.
“I don't use drugs normally, but I don't want to take the risk, I don't know
what power possesses your Stand...” Kira sighed, like he really was displeased
to have to do that, as if something fun had been stolen from him. Koichi glared
at him with all the hatred he could muster but, once again, he was ignored by
the man.
“You know, Koichi-kun, I just want to live a quiet life, but you and your
friends seem like you want to ruin my plans... I can't have that now, can I?”
Kira's eyes sparkled and he took Koichi's right hand in his, inspecting it like
a detective in search of clues. But there was something else in his orbs,
something dark that Koichi was afraid to understand.
The teen repressed a shiver when Kira kissed his knuckles, his hatred for this
man growing every second. However, he also felt fear in the pitch of his
stomach. Why hadn't Kira killed him? What did he want from him? Somehow he was
afraid to know the answer...
“You have such delicate hands, Koichi-kun, I've never seen something like these
on any man, you must be special, uh?” Kira smirked, his eyes travelled to
Koichi's face to see his reaction.
The teen bit his lower lip, refusing to make a sound and glared at Kira, which
only made the man sigh, however Koichi didn't think that he was really
displeased.
Sadly all his resolve disappeared once he saw what Kira had in the other hand.
A knife. He probably took it out when he was speaking, but now Koichi felt like
a fool for not seeing it before. And that only made him scared. What did Kira
want to do to him?
“I've researched about you, even if you don't seem like it, you're a respected
boy, I'm sure you'd be someone important one day...” Kira sighed dramatically,
letting go of Koichi's hand. “It's a pity that you had encountered me.”
Kira's hand moved so fast that Koichi didn't even see it.
In less than a second, his uniform shirt was torn open, exposing his white
chest to Kira's predatory gaze, who had moved closer to the teen to have a
better look to his prey.
Koichi was terrified, his breath was caught in his throat and he felt like
wouldn't be able to breath.
Looking down, he saw blood tickling down from his chest to his abdomen. Kira
probably cut also his skin when he sliced his uniform, but the man didn't look
like he was particularly bothered by it, he even seemed pretty delighted.
“Such fair skin...” Koichi heard, but maybe he had heard wrong, since he had
difficulty to understand anything else other than the beat of his heart, which
was drumming in his ears like a train.
Tump, tump, tump .
Kira licked the blood with his warm tongue, his eyes never leaving Koichi's,
who was beyond terrified. He felt like throwing up, acid boiled in his stomach
and he was starting to realize what was Kira planning.
Koichi whimpered and shifted his gaze to his right, looking straight in the
darkness. Maybe if he didn't look, everything would end soon and he would
continue to be sane.
Koichi screamed when he felt a sharp pain on his cheek.
His head was yanked back in its original position by Kira, who had blood –
Koichi's blood – on his lips.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, that's not good, Koichi-kun.” Kira clicked his tongue,
using his knife to trace Koichi's forehead and going down, putting enough
pressure to break the skin, but it was a slow, antagonizing process and Koichi
had to muffle his screams by biting the inside of his cheek.
Blood dripped down from his wound, dirtying his hair in red and forcing him to
close one of his eyes, because that metallic liquid was trailing down his face,
until it reached his chin, but that didn't stop it, the blood continued to go
down his neck and his collar bones, some drops also fell on the mattress.
“Ah, such a great expression...” Kira mused, deciding to taste his blood once
again, this time licking the spot on Koichi's forehead.
The teen felt disgusted, he wanted to cry and to go home, but he knew those
were only meaningless dreams now, he was trapped in this nightmare. And he was
already awake.
Kira lapped the blood on Koichi's side, enjoying the taste, sighing in pleasure
when a large quantity of blood flew down his throat. He took Koichi's hand in
his and began to lick his index and middle finger, moaning when he finally took
them in his mouth, tasting the mixture of blood and skin, his expression
contorted in bliss.
Koichi felt one tear roll down his cheek when he saw the enthusiastic way in
how Kira was toying with his body and for once he hoped that the blood was
enough to hide his tears. He felt humiliated, lonely and at the complete mercy
of a killer who killed who know how many people and nobody will ever know that
he was there.
Kira sucked on his fingers for some more moments, before reluctantly letting
them go and Koichi saw how they were covered by spit and red. That was
disgusting, but it didn't matter how much Koichi wanted it, he couldn't say
anything, the drugs in his veins was really strong and it didn't let the teen
talk or move. It was horrible.
“You have such sweet blood, I've become addicted,” Kira laughed at his own joke
but Koichi didn't feel like laughing, he just wanted to continue crying and
hide himself from that terrible man. No, no man, monster.
Kira furrowed his eyebrows and grasped Koichi's chin, which made the teen groan
in pain, choking when he tasted some drops of his blood that managed to enter
in his open mouth. It felt like drinking acid, where was the sweetness that
Kira was talking about? Was that man really that insane?
However, he wasn't able to think about it anymore because a loud slap echoed in
the basement, then another, and another, and another. Koichi didn't feel pain
with the first, nor with the second, but starting from the third his cheeks
began to burn, like a flame was lighting up on his face.
“You're such a bad child, you should listen when adults talk,” Kira practically
growled, digging his nails in Koichi's open wounds, making more blood pour out
and the boy screamed, but that was pained cry fell to deaf ears.
“Just because you have beautiful hands, doesn't mean I won't harm you, rather,
I won't harm your hands, they're such beautiful little things, I wouldn't mind
them to become my new girlfriends...” then Kira stopped for a second, titling
his head to a side like he was thinking at something important.
In the end he smiled and took his nails out from Koichi's wound, settling to
lazily pet his hair, not caring to dirt it with his soaked digits.
“Sorry, I meant boyfriends... this is new for me too, I've only had girlfriends
in my life, you know?” Kira looked truthfully sorry for his poor choice of
words in the previous sentence. It would have been better if that was really
the problem.
Kira kissed Koichi's forehead, not caring about the blood there, which now
covered his lips like a brilliant lipstick. It could have been seen as a sweet
gesture, but Koichi felt nothing more than nauseous. He hated being touched by
Kira, but he felt more repulsed when the man showed him his “sweet” side.
Koichi laid completely still when Kira's mouth trailed down his cheek, his
chin, his neck, poking the soft skin with his tongue, probably continuing to
taste the blood. Koichi bit his lips when Kira sucked hard on his neck, having
decided to leave a mark there.
Koichi was disgusted with himself when he felt something else burning in his
guts. He wanted to vomit, to harm his own body who was betraying him, finding
pleasurablethat action by a man that until a moment ago was slapping and
cutting him.
The hollow pain on his face was distracting, it seemed like he could feel every
time the blood flowed towards his head, it was the sickest feeling Koichi had
ever experienced in his life. That was why his mind was more interested in the
pleasure that Kira was giving him rather than having to sense that.
Kira bit down gently, not even breaking the skin, just to leave his teeth marks
and decided that that was enough. He lifted himself to look at Koichi, who was
observing him with his terrified eyes, however there was also a bit of pink
dusting his cheeks and his breaths seemed calmer.
“Starting to enjoy yourself, Koichi-kun?” Kira's grin widened when Koichi
shivered and started to tremble, biting back a whimper that was now stuck in
his throat.
Kira trailed down two of his fingers on Koichi's chest, and the boy nearly
jumped, goosebumps on all his skin, but he began to be truly terrified when
Kira digits stopped once they reached his belt, and they seemed to not want to
move from there.
Kira licked his lips, enjoying the taste of blood on his tongue and lifted his
knife once again, cutting Koichi's belt, trousers and boxers, exposing
everything of the boy.
Koichi didn't think he could more humiliated than this. Nobody ever looked at
his body like that, with such hungry, predatory eyes that made him want to run.
But his legs didn't move, he was stuck there and he had to surrender himself at
whatever thing Kira wanted to do to him.
The man caressed his thighs trying to calm the teen down, but Koichi continued
to remain tense, now used to Kira's strange behaviour. In fact, not even a
second after he thought that, he felt the sting of the knife entering in his
left thigh, and this time it wasn't a single cut, but many and the movements
were quicker than before, maybe a bit messy too, since it looked like Kira's
patience was running out.
Koichi's throat was dry from his screams, now he could only whimper, but in his
mind the pain was taking away every single rational thoughts. It wasn't only
his face or his chest, it was like his entire body was on fire and someone
continue to fuel it, throwing gasoline on him.
“So beautiful...” Kira laughed, kissing the blade of his knife, looking
satisfied by his work. On Koichi's thigh there were lines on lines, from each
of them dripped down blood, that fell on the mattress and created a red stain
on it which continued to grow bigger at the passing of every minute.
Kira let his knife fall on the ground, attacking himself on the thigh, while
his fingers ghosted on Koichi's entrance. The teen shivered, muttering “no, no,
no, no, no” in his head, but what came out from his lips where just come
incoherent letters, which meant nothing for the killer (and even if he could
talk, Koichi doubted he would listen to him).
A pained moan escaped from his lips when he felt a cold finger enter his hole,
covered by a strange substance... oh god, was it his blood? Koichi didn't want
to look down to see if he was right or not, fearing he would throw up if he saw
what Kira was doing to his body.
Kira was merciless, even if continued to suck on his thigh – which hurt like a
bitch – he worked his finger quickly, taking it in and out and adding a second
one soon after, which made Koichi tense more.
It was such a strange sensation, it hurt of course, but was nothing like the
pain on his face or his thigh – which probably was in worse condition than his
face – and somehow it was easier to distract himself with the two fingers up
his ass rather than the terrible pain in every other part of his body.
“Guh...” Koichi groaned when Kira scissored his digits, not waiting for the boy
to adjust and adding yet a third finger. This time the pain made Koichi flinch
and the boy felt a tear running down his cheek. It was far worst than before,
but in a part of his mind he was somehow relieved that Kira took time to
actually prepare him rather than to enter dry.
However, not once he felt pleasure, it was always discomfort, even when he was
somewhat adjusted to the three fingers, he didn't feel anything, not even a
sparkle. But he was glad, he didn't want to let Kira the satisfaction to
humiliate him further than he was already doing.
“You should be ready... I apologize, but I can't wait any longer,” Kira
muttered, kissing Koichi's bloody cheek and retreating his fingers, cleaning
them on the mattress and settling down between the boy's thighs.
Koichi felt the curve of the man's erection poking against his ass and bit back
a whimper. Why was this happening to him? What did he do wrong? He just wanted
his city to be safe...
His thoughts disappeared when he heard Kira unbuckle his belt, and something
big pressing against his hole.
Koichi didn't even have the time to take a breath that Kira gave a deep, fast
thrust, burying himself in the body under him.
“AHHH” Koichi screamed, his eyes rolled back and he felt his body tense under
the atrocious pain in his insides, it seemed like he was being torn in two, all
of his muscles were tense like a violin cord and black spots invaded his
vision. All of the torture he had suffered before was nothing like this.
Kira didn't care obviously, beginning to move like an animal, groaning for the
tight heat that was circling his member. He took Koichi's hand and brought it
to his lips, starting to suck and moan around his the boy's digits, enjoying
the taste and growing harder at every thrust.
Koichi didn't feel anything. His eyes were dead, looking at the ceiling with
tears running down his swollen cheeks. It was like he wasn't even in his body,
he could feel the pain, but his mind wasn't fully registering it, instead he
felt like he was watching the entire scene from a side.
He saw his beaten body moving with Kira's in mechanical movements. He saw how
Kira's face was flushed and how he lapped Koichi's fingers, enjoying the taste
of skin mixed with blood. He saw how his hole was being torn, blood coaxing
Kira's member.
After a minute of having to see that horrible scene, Kira finally stilled and
Koichi barely registered that something warm and sticky was filling him. It was
like he was burning, but he didn't care, he just wanted everything to end.
Kira moaned again, the sound was muffled by the fingers in his mouth, but
Koichi felt that disgusting sound nonetheless.
It seemed an eternity, but after a few moments Kira finally let – reluctantly –
go of Koichi's fingers and he put his dick back in his trousers, looking at the
boy under him like he was a beautiful painting.
“You've been perfect, Koichi-kun,” Kira whispered, kissing the boy forehead.
Koichi didn't even whimper, he was just tired, so, so tired of that situation.
He just wanted everything to end... what was the point of surviving? He felt
soulless...
“... ll... me...” Koichi moved his lips unconsciously, tasting his own blood
and realizing how dry his throat was.
“Uh?” Kira titled his head, watching the boy under him with his cold, yet
curious eyes.
“Kill... me...” Koichi muttered again, this time louder. His friends would
probably laugh at how pathetic he was in that moment, but he really didn't
care... they weren't there to see him in that pitiful state, they couldn't save
him nor mock him, so why should he care?
Killer Queen materialized behind Kira, his cat like eyes boring in Koichi's own
soul, but the boy's eyes were looking towards the man above him, who was
smiling down at him. And this time it wasn't a fake smile, but a true one. If
Koichi was still his cheerful shelf, he would have noticed how that smile
suited Kira better.
“I want to live a quiet life, Koichi-kun, but I'm also a merciful man...” Kira
caressed Koichi's wrist, eyeing it with a glint of lust.
“Don't worry, you won't feel anything... you're special after all, Koichi-
kun... I'll just take with me something from you...” Kira kissed Koichi's palm,
Killer Queen moving to touch one of the boy's buttons and got ready to kill him
once his master gave it the signal.
“Close your eyes, Koichi-kun, it will be over before you even know it.”
And for the first time in that afternoon, Koichi was glad to obey to Kira,
closing his eyes once and forever...
 
End Notes
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