Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/11930763. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Persona_5 Relationship: Akechi_Goro/Original_Character(s) Character: Akechi_Goro, Lala_Escargot Series: Part 1 of The_Persona_Kink_Meme Stats: Published: 2017-08-28 Words: 3395 ****** The Boy Isn't Okay ****** by coffeedads_(spatterpunk) Summary Goro Akechi has multiple bad habits. Drinking and having sex with strange men are among them. So of course when Lala Escargot realizes that he's been doing this is at Crossroads with the aid of a fake ID she feels compelled to confront the teenager. (Written for the personakinkmeme. More specifically, written for this prompt: "Goro craves love, craves being needed. So what if that spiraled into random (sometimes even dangerous) hookups? I also want to see the aftermath of these hookups, him feeling used or dirty because he's fucking strangers.") Notes Oh my godddd this has to be the worst editing I have ever done on any of my works ever, and I would like to apologize. Y'all can scream at me if I made a really major error that I failed to catch. I'd rather you do so I can fix it. Also, let me clarify that yeah, Akechi is underage throughout the entirety of this fic, but there's also a point where he is... really significantly underage. Hi, my name is coffeedads and I apparently can't resist going heavy on the angst when the opportunity presents itself. Sorry for that too, I guess.             Something about the young man’s face struck Lala Escargot as familiar. He had visited Crossroads a few times in the past, but never frequently enough for Lala to consider him a regular. He was only at the bar long enough to draw the attention of one of her other male patrons anyway. Lala never pried into his affairs, even if she really just wanted to sate her own curiosity. She had checked the young man’s identification a couple times, and nothing about the card had seemed forged. Shoji Watanabe, age twenty-two.Lala thought he looked a bit too young for his twenty-two years, but she supposed that not all adults looked their age anyway.             In fact, she had been ready to dismiss her suspicions about Shoji Watanabe until she saw him on the television, and the name he had been introduced with had definitely not been Shoji Watanabe.             So when Shoji Watanabe—no, Goro Akechi—appeared at Crossroads once again, Lala knew she would have to confront the kid. Unfortunately, pulling the teenager aside turned out to be a far more difficult task than Lala had anticipated. One of her regular patrons had already latched himself onto Akechi.             “Do you have anything to drink yet?” the patron asked, his gaze obscured by both the bar’s dark lighting and his thick glasses. He wasn’t significantly taller than Akechi, but the way he leaned in close to the teenager made him seem more large and imposing. Akechi, however, appeared unphased. “Let me buy you something.”             Akechi looked thoughtful, but Lala knew that he wasn’t giving the proposition that much thought. He always agreed to men buying him drinks just has he always agreed when the men asked him to leave with them. Whether they were taking him home, to a hotel, or to one of Shinjuku’s many shady alleyways was something Lala never gave much consideration to when she was under the impression that Akechi was an adult. Adults were allowed to make their own decisions, no matter how terrible they were. That said, Lala was uncomfortable with a child making those same choices.             “I’ll take a bloody mary,” Akechi answered, and the patron chuckled lightly in response.             “I would’ve figured you for a guy that likes fruity drinks,” the man responded, and he looked over at Lala. “Hey, Lala-san? Can we get two bloody maries?”             Lala drummed her fingers thoughtfully against her chin. She had no intention of serving alcohol to a minor, but she also didn’t want to put Akechi in an uncomfortable situation with the other patron right beside him. Wait, do I still have the ArKay?she thought to herself. She had only purchased it when that teenager, Akira Kurusu, had started working for her. The vodka was nonalcoholic, and it allowed her to make drinks for the boy without actually serving him alcohol. Of course, Akira knew that the vodka was nonalcoholic, and she had never attempted to convince him that it was anything else—though she occasionally had been sorely tempted to replace Ohya’s preferred vodka with the ArKay.             “Sure, I can do that,” Lala told the patron, and she set about making the drinks. If either of them noticed Lala using a different vodka in the drinks—or that ArKay was a nonalcoholic brand—they didn’t comment on it. Of course, the office worker seemed far more interested in Akechi. She could hear the man’s flirtations, even with her back turned. They were the same words she had heard again and again from the different patrons that she served. Alcohol had a way of emboldening people.             “Here you both go,” Lala said as she turned and sat the drinks down before them. The green stalks of celery sat at odd angles in the glasses. The office worker thanked Lala, but before Akechi could also thank her he was cut off by music from—one of the Featherman shows? Akechi flashed the other man an apologetic look as he pulled out his phone, and he made a face as he looked at the screen.             “Sorry,” Akechi told him, “I need to take this.” He then slid off the bar stool and walked away as he answered his phone. Lala was already focusing her attention on another customer when Akechi disappeared, but she still was able to catch a glimpse of the office worker slipping a nondescript pill in Akechi’s drink from the corner of her vision. Lala’s blood ran cold.             This wasn’t the first time she had witnessed a drink being drugged. As a bartender, Lala sometimes got to see the ugliest tendencies that lurked within people. Fortunately, that also meant she had developed a unique way of handling date rapists, and when the office worker glanced away from the drinks to see if Akechi was returning she was able to put her method to use.             Lala had already switched the two drinks when the office worker looked back at her. “He must be busy,” he remarked.             “He might be on call,” Lala answered as she watched the office worker take a sip of the drugged drink.   ===============================================================================                 Akechi had been eleven when he lost his virginity. He had been at the new foster home for only a handful of months when the family’s only son had made a pass at him. He didn’t remember the son’s name nor did he want to just as he didn’t want to remember most of his experiences in foster care.             “You’re so pretty,” the son had murmured into his ear, but the compliment did nothing to soothe Akechi’s distress. The older boy’s cock was too large for Akechi’s undeveloped body, and every time the son thrust into him he felt nothing but agony.             “Stop,” Akechi had begged from between his sobs. “Please stop.” The son never did, however. Even when the older boy’s parents had caught them, he hadn’t wanted to stop.             Not that it mattered,Akechi had supposed. They had blamed Akechi for everything anyway, for being a little whore that was taking advantage of their only son. Fortunately, being caught pulled him from that foster home, even if everything had been declared his fault.             The intercom on the train informed Akechi that his stop was quickly approaching, so he shook himself from his thoughts. He didn’t want to think about his years in foster care. Nothing good had ever occurred during those days. He hardly felt that much good occurred recently either, but he still preferred his current situation to his previous one.             He had his own apartment, he was a model student, and if Masayoshi Shido knew that Akechi was fucking his fellow politicians in the nearby bathroom before leaving the Diet Building, well… Shido never commented on it.             In fact, that day at the Diet Building was no different. Akechi smiled his plastic smile as he updated Shido on his Metaverse activities. “We should be seeing Mr. Yamada behaving erratically within the next few days,” he said mildly as he adjusted his tie. “Triggering a rampage in him was easy enough. He hardly put up a fight.” The words felt heavy and poisonous in his mouth as he spoke them—a reminder of the person he had become—so he tried not to focus on them.             The smile that spread across Shido’s face was as cold as it always was, but Akechi could still tell that he was pleased. “Well done,” he told Akechi. “You’ve yet to disappoint me with this gift of yours.” He closed the file that he had been looking through. “Private investigators are always so stubborn, but he’ll hardly be seen as trustworthy after his episode.”             The laugh that escaped Akechi was artificial. “Then you will have one less obstacle in your way.” He checked the time on his phone, and he then sighed. “My apologies, but I seem to be running a bit late. Was there anything else you needed to speak to me about…?”             Shido shook his head. “Not currently,” he told Akechi. “Of course, I will have more work for you in the near future, so I would plan accordingly.”             “Of course,” Akechi responded amicably, and after excusing himself he was quickly striding down the hallway towards the nearby bathroom. An older man—about Shido’s age, really—was waiting for him impatiently.             “I thought you might have run off,” the man said, and that was the entirety of their conversation. He was pushing Akechi into the bathroom, and then he was locking the door behind them both. Akechi was already sinking to his knees before the older man, his hands smoothing over the thighs before him. The man seemed pleased by Akechi’s boldness as he let out a satisfied grunt and laced his fingers in the teenager’s brown hair.             And then Akechi’s hands were unfastening the man’s belt and trousers. He wasn’t interested in dragging out the affair. He wanted the older man’s cock in his mouth and fucking his throat until he could hardly breathe. His thoughts plagued him less when he let himself be used in such a way, and he wanted nothing more than to stop thinking. It was why he always made a point of finding someone to fuck him after his meetings with Shido.             A deep, pleased moan escaped the older man as Akechi wrapped his lips around his cock, and Akechi couldn’t help but shiver in delight. He also enjoyed the satisfied sounds that he could draw from the men he slept with as the knowledge that he was the cause of those noises enveloped him. The man’s grip tightened on Akechi’s hair as he pressed his tongue to the cock’s slit, and he tasted bitter, salty precome.             The taste excited Akechi, and his grip on the older man’s thighs tightened as he took that cock farther into his mouth. He was pretty sure he was wrinkling the man’s slacks, but he didn’t care. Akechi savored every inch he was able to fit into his mouth, and when the head of the cock hit the back of his mouth he couldn’t resist the urge to swallow. At one point he would have gagged, but that was long ago. Instead he drew a low curse from the man as his throat tightened around the length.             Then the older man was suddenly pulling Akechi off his cock. A reluctant whine escaped Akechi, but he didn’t ask was the man was doing. He already knew. The man yanked him to his feet, and then—with a strength that Akechi hadn’t expected—he was picking him up and seating him on the bathroom counter. “You said you prepared yourself?” the man murmured into Akechi’s ear as he leaned in close, his breathing heavy.             Akechi’s laugh was light and breathless as he brought the older man’s hands to the fly of his trousers. “Why don’t you find out?” he teased. His eyes then slipped shut as he felt the older man rise to his challenge, unfastening his belt and trousers with a sense of urgency before peeling them off. His cock had already stained his briefs with precome, and a pleased little chuckle escaped the older man as he took in the sight.             “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” he asked, but he didn’t expect Akechi to answer. They both were already perfectly aware of what that answer would be. Instead he hooked his fingers around the waistband of those briefs, and then he was yanking them off with the same eagerness that he exhibited when removing Akechi’s trousers.             That was when the older man’s little chuckle transformed into an outright laugh. “I’d say the slut prepared himself,” he remarked as he took ahold of Akechi’s legs and spread them open. The butt plug was nondescript silicone, and Akechi moaned softly as the older man tugged at the base. His body didn’t want to release its hold on the plug, and the older man had to pull at the toy a couple more times before Akechi’s entrance yielded. The older man groaned as he watched Akechi’s hole flutter in response to the sudden emptiness, and he dropped the plug unceremoniously onto the bathroom counter.             “Wait,” Akechi breathed as the older man took the boy’s legs and slung them over his shoulders. He reached into one of his blazer’s pockets, and then he was shoving a small bottle of lube into the older man’s hand. “Please… before you fuck me…”             The older man grinned. “Slut,” he repeated, and then he was coating his cock with the lube. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m nice and slick for that ass of yours.” And then he was tossing the lube aside and grabbing onto that very ass with his large hands. His heavy cock pressed against Akechi’s entrance, and he murmured a brief, “Moan for me,” before slamming the entirety of his cock into the boy.             Akechi practically yelled as he was so suddenly filled, and he grabbed onto the older man’s shoulders to brace himself. “Yes…” he moaned. That cock filled him so much better than the butt plug, and he tightened around it experimentally.             The older man’s reaction was immediate as his grip on Akechi’s ass tightened. “You feel so good,” he moaned, and the familiar twinge of accomplishment rushed through Akechi. The man began to pound into him, hard and fast. The sound of the man’s low moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in Akechi’s ears, and all the while that cock rubbed against every sensitive spot inside of him. Akechi loved these moments.             Akechi didn’t even need to touch his own cock before he was coming, the spurts of his release splattering onto his shirt. The older man was laughing, amused by how easily “the slut” had come. “I hope you can keep going,” he told Akechi, “because we’re not done until I get to come.”             And the older man had taken so long to reach his release. Akechi’s body was so sensitive after he had reached his orgasm, and a series a loud whines and cries escaped him as the man continued to thrust into his pliant body. Most of the men that Akechi had slept with lacked the stamina that this man had, and every nerve within his body was screaming from overstimulation when he the older man finally came with the grunt.             Akechi’s pants with heavy and his legs were shaking when the older man slipped out of him and pulled away. “You’re a mess,” he told Akechi as he fastened his trousers and adjusted his belt, and Akechi believed him. He didn’t need to look at the mirror to know that his hair and clothes were a disheveled wreck. And then the older man turned around, unlocking the door and leaving the bathroom.             A shaky breath escaped Akechi as he finally slid off of the bathroom counter, and he winced as he felt the older man’s come dribble down one of his thighs. He would have to clean himself up before he left.   ===============================================================================                 “You switched the drinks.” The tone of Akechi’s voice left no room for argument, but Lala had no intention of denying the accusation. She was, however, admittedly concerned by the lack of panic in his tone. Most people tended to respond to almost being drugged and raped with a sense of fear.             Crossroads was desolate save for Lala and Akechi. The office worker had somehow stumbled off to hail a cab—or possibly pass out in an alley, given his current state, and even Lala’s most faithful regulars such as Ohya had left for the night. Lala knew she should really kick Akechi out; she was certain that the boy had school in the morning. She also wanted to talk to the kid about his behavior. After all, he had jeopardized her business with his fake identification, and also…             Also, Lala was concerned for Akechi’s well-being.             “Men like him can stand to have their plans backfire on them,” Lala told Akechi simply, and she then crossed her arms. “Just like children can stand to not be waving around fake IDs in my bar.”             Akechi froze, but he made quick work of composing himself as he slipped a smile onto his face. Lala recognized the plastic smile as the same one he wore when his face was plastered on her television screen. “Fake? But you’ve seen my ID,” he replied, “does it really look fake?”             “Oh, I’ll give you credit,” Lala conceded. “It’s a good fake. But you would have connections to get an ID like that, wouldn’t you, Goro Akechi?” When Akechi didn’t answer, Lala sighed. “I want it.”             That elicited a response from Akechi. His fake smile was completely gone. “I’m sorry, what?” he said, though Lala knew he understood her perfectly.             “The ID,” she clarified anyway. “I want it. I don’t know who exactly gave it to you, but I don’t need you running off to another bar because you got caught here.” Lala then leaned forward and held out her hand. “Now, Akechi.”             She had expected resistance, any resistance. After all, she wasn’t the boy’s guardian. She wasn’t any sort of authority figure. She was simply a bartender. If Akechi didn’t want to listen to her then he could had simply backed away from the bar and left. He was a teenager after all, so she anticipated that sort of defiance. Instead he glanced away uneasily, suddenly unwilling to look at her.             Odd,she thought. Perhaps he was worried that she would inform his guardians? “Akechi,” she repeated sternly, and that was when he pulled out the ID and handed it to her. She then pocketed the fake ID and made a mental note to destroy it after she finished closing the bar.             Of course, she needed to finish addressing matters with Akechi before she could close Crossroads for the night. “Now, I don’t want to catch you with another ID,” she told him. “Not here, not anywhere in Shinjuku. I do speak with the other bartenders in the area, I can always find out if you are.”             Akechi looked like a petulant child, and Lala realized that was because that was exactly what he was. “Alright, fine,” he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The way his brows furrowed together, however, fit a person much older than a child, not unlike the shadows under his eyes. Lala never noticed the under-eye circles when the boy was on television. Makeup, probably.             “Also, I would suggest that you stop picking up men at bars,” Lala told him, and Akechi bristled in response. He still wasn’t looking at her.             “It’s not illegal for me to have sex,” Akechi snipped. “I’m not breaking any laws.”             “No, you’re not,” Lala conceded with a sigh. He could be a contrary teenager after all, it seemed. “It’s just incredibly irresponsible. Or have you already forgotten that you had someone trying to slip you a roofie tonight?” She then wondered what other risky situations that Akechi had been in while pursuing these casual flings. Did he even use protection? Lala had no intention of asking since that was absolutely none of her business, but she suspected that he wasn’t.             Akechi snorted. “I wanted to sleep with him, so it wouldn’t have mattered if he did drug me. I don’t care about that.” He then immediately regretted his words when a look of horror crossed Lala’s face. “Okay, I didn’t mean that,” he then quickly lied, but Lala didn’t look as though she believed him.             “You’re going to end up seriously hurt,” she told him. “If you haven’t already been.” Her expression and tone both carried a severity that left Akechi speechless.             He looked down at his hands. He had already spent nights with dangerous men though, so he wasn’t bothered by the idea of being fucked by one more. He had been held down until he bruised and fucked until he bled on more than one occasion, but he also enjoyed the harm. He didn’t have to think when pain and pleasure overloaded his senses, and also… part of Akechi felt that the agony was what he deserved. For all the hurt he caused for other people, he deserved a little pain himself.             “I know,” Akechi finally answered. He couldn’t tell Lala that maybe being seriously—irreparably—hurt was what he wanted. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!