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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Major_Character
      Death
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Killer_Queen/Kira_Yoshikage, Higashikata_Josuke/Kira_Yoshikage
  Character:
      Kira_Yoshikage, Higashikata_Josuke, Nijimura_Okuyasu, Killer_Queen_
      (Jojo), Kishibe_Rohan, Kujo_Jotaro
  Additional Tags:
      Hand_&_Finger_Kink, Dark_Sexual_Fantasy, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Mind
      Break, mental_manipulation, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Kidnapping,
      Omorashi, Non-Consensual_Spanking, Blood, Torture, Stockholm_Syndrome
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-07 Completed: 2017-01-28 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 17214
****** The Hand That Feeds You ******
by DastardlyDaisy
Summary
     Kira must get rid of Josuke, but that doesn't mean he can't have fun
     while doing it.
***** Target In Sight *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Kira was not a kind person, but making the illusion of kindness was something
that came almost second nature to him.
It was because of this illusion that he was so easily able to obtain a reason
to be walking around the particular neighborhood he needed.
That reason was a small, yippy, annoying Pomeranian.
As it pulled on the leash insistently, it's small manicured paws clicking on
the sidewalk, Kira had to suppress the urge to kick it. But suppressing urges
was another skill he had garnered and mastered in his life.
He held his head high, ignoring the dog's insistence to go faster, and
pretended to find relaxation in the walk.
He passed the residence that had brought him to the neighborhood in the first
place. He looked at it with lazy disinterest, just a passerby who was casually
observing his surroundings, but inside he could feel The Darkness rear it's
head. Ever since the incident with the young middle schooler it felt as if his
blood had gone stagnant in his veins, sitting just below the surface of his
skin, slowly but assuredly coming to a hot simmer. It was the same feeling he
got when he hadn't killed in awhile, or in the worst case scenario, when he
never got an opportunity to get his selected target.
At first he didn't quite understand what made this feeling blossom in him, but
after short speculation it was simple. With the schoolboy, he didn't get to
take him by his own terms. There was no slow build up of anticipation that he
so relished when hunting, no sweet break of tension as he stabbed, cut, sliced
into his victim.
The kill from four days ago did nothing but to whet his appetite.
The annoying little ball of fur began yapping, pulling at the leash hard enough
to momentarily cut off it's verbal assault. Kira's hand tightened on the leash,
wanting nothing more than to yank it hard, but instead, he raised his cool gaze
ahead to see what had gotten the little runt into a frenzy. Two youths were
moseying down the sidewalk ahead of him, coming his way. Kira continued walking
unperturbed, letting the mangy little thing at his ankles throw a fit.
As the distance between them closed, Kira could clearly make out the features
he had been seeking. One had two rosy scars stretching and curving along the
length of his face, his gait wide and sauntering as he talked animatedly to the
boy beside him. Undoubtedly, this was Nijimura Okuyasu. The other boy walked
more flowingly, his heels snapping smartly on the sidewalk, his schoolbag
thrown confidently over one shoulder. The boy gave an aura of class, of cool
confidence. It actually made Kira's steps falter briefly before regaining their
rhythm.
He was terribly pretty, hair done up with expert precision in a tight
pompadour, thick coal lashes framing violet eyes, full lips lifted in a smile.
Kira preferred dainty women, but anyone with common sense could see that this
young boy--Higashikata Josuke, undoubtedly-- was attractive.
"Ohh, a puppy!" Okuyasu pointed excitedly at the nasty little creature tethered
to Kira, "Josuke look!"
The urge to curl his lip in disgust as he was so rudely pointed was tempting,
but instead he let a small smile grace his lips.
"Christ, that's a small dog!" The graceful young boy Kira had only just a
second ago been admiring suddenly looked like the kid he was as he suddenly
dawned a lopsided grin as he rushed forward, closing the distance quickly
before falling into a crouch.
"Can I pet him, mister?" Josuke's eyes looked up to Kira, wide and hopeful.
Okuyasu crouched beside his friend, oohing and ahhing at the canine, but not
touching it just yet, waiting for his response.
Kira let his smile lift higher. "Please, go ahead."
The boys looked giddily at each other before each offering a hand to the dog.
Okuyasu's hand hardly garnered any warrant, rough and calloused, with knobbly
joints, but Josukes.... They were wide and thick, certainly not Kira's taste,
but the fingers were long and slim, the nails healthy and even, obviously well
cared for. No cuts, scars, blemishes, so unlike the hands of a young boy.
He watched as they both lavished the dog with affection, watched the way those
slender fingers weaved into the long white fur, how the tendons danced under
fair skin...
Kira turned away from them and pretended to check his watch, casting a covert
glance at the front of his trousers.
He was hard, visibly so.
"I must be going." He said curtly, not turning. He heard the scuffling of shoes
as they both righted themselves.
Before any more words could be exchanged, Kira turned back and started off in
his original direction, leaving the boys behind. Surely his actions would be
seen as rude, but it was infinitely better than any situation that might arise
if they saw his current state. There was resistance at the end of the leash,
the runt evidently not ready to be done with the petting, but Kira twitched the
leash impatiently and the dog soon followed.
"Hey, thanks mister!" Josuke called after him, making Kira pick his pace up.
He couldn't risk being seen like this and thus needed to get as much space
between the boy and himself as possible.
~
By the time he reached his neighbor's house, he had managed to regain his
composure. The old woman answered her door after a few seconds and thanked Kira
graciously for taking her beloved animal on a walk before trying to repay him
with homemade cookies presented on a plastic-wrapped plate. He told her he was
watching his weight but still ended up carrying them with him as he made his
way to his own house.
Before the door was even locked behind himself, Killer Queen was out, it's
smooth face nudging Kira's neck warmly as it's body pressed into him from
behind. Kira exhaled shakily, his hand faltering at the bolt lock.
"He's the kill I've been waiting for," He whispered to his Stand, "And I need
to do it soon, or I'll goinsane."
Killer Queen could not speak, but it's chest vibrated deeply against Kira's
back as it purred into his ear.
Kira nudged his Stand away gently before locking the door and setting the
cookies on the small side table in his foyer. He would throw them away later,
but for now, he needed relief, and fast.
He made his way into the living room, Killer Queen floating close behind, it's
hands on Kira's back. He turned and sat down in his arm chair before spreading
his legs and curling a finger in a beckoning gesture to his Stand, though
Killer Queen was already climbing into his lap, it's hips wasting no time as
they began rutting against his own.
"Ah, fuck." Kira sighed, letting his head fall back as he felt his pent-up
stress slowly melt into lazy bolts of pleasure.
Killer Queen's purring began again, rumbling lazily as it's broad hands ran up
his chest.
"How should we do it?" Kira groaned, his hips rolling up against his Stand,
"Should we let him bleed out?"
Killer Queen's large hands stopped on his pectorals, kneading them gently. Kira
arched his back lightly to encourage to action.
"No--ahn, you're right. That's too simple." He closed his eyes as his nipples
were plucked at through his shirt, making them pebble. "I want to do it slowly.
Slice him up a little. You can hold him while I do it--"
Kira moaned as his Killer Queen rutted more firmly against him, it's smooth,
hard pelvis grinding almost painfully into his swollen cock. Kira sucked in a
breath as he felt himself twitch roughly and hot wetness pooled in his
underwear.
"You love it when I let you do that, don't you?" His voice was ragged and the
words were panted out between small moans.  
He received his answer in the form of Killer Queen bringing a hand to his
mouth. Kira parted his lips eagerly and groaned as three thick, smooth digits
were slid in to the knuckle. He licked their underside, drool already escaping
down his chin, his testicles already tightening. The texture of Killer Queen's
skin still excited Kira, even after all this time. It was like smooth felt,
almost like incredibly fine fur. Kira bit tentatively into the fingers, feeling
the pressure of his canines distinctly on his own hand.
The action made him moan lewdly, which only served to rile both Stand and user
up further.
Killer Queen's other hand left his chest and grabbed a handful of his blonde
hair, yanking his head over the back of the chair, stretching and exposing his
neck.
He pulled his mind into Killer Queen's, letting himself see how he looked at
that moment, and he wasn't disappointed, his Stand's wide, unblinking gaze
showed him a delicious sight.
Black fingers shining with spit thrust into his mouth, the pink of his tongue
glistening wetly between two of the digits, his adam's apple earnestly bobbing
as he swallowed his pooling drool. His head was pulled back far enough to give
the illusion that his neck might be broken, his eyebrows knit together in
pained ecstasy. Killer Queen's gaze moved down slowly, showing him his own
heaving chest, his hard nipples pressing tightly into his designer shirt.
The connection went black for a second as his Stand shut it's eyes and a moment
later he felt it's head nuzzling his chest fondly.
Vision was restored as Killer Queen opened it's eyes and pulled away, it's gaze
going instantly to Kira's groin. His cock could clearly be seen in his thin
slacks, Killer Queen's pelvis pushing against it at a shallow and desperate
pace. His precum had effortlessly soaked through both his underwear and his
pants, leaving a dark patch that only grew as Kira watched.
Kira let out a choked moan and watched as him and his Stand reacted to the
noise, their hips rubbing against each other in a near frenzy as Kira panted
out whines with every breath, his teeth weakly gnawing at the fingers in his
mouth.
The tight heat in his balls reached a breaking point and he bucked up hard
enough to lift Killer Queen in his lap and as he let out a hoarse cry around
his mouthful. He watched as the small spot on his pants grew quickly, the
sensation of warm wetness dribbling down his cock and into the material.
He withdrew from Killer Queen's sight and shuddered tiredly as his orgasm
quickly ebbed only seconds after it happened. The hand in his hair and in his
mouth were withdrawn and instead wrapped around his waist as Killer Queen laid
it's head on his chest.
Kira wrapped his own arms around it, opening his eyes to look at the ceiling.
He knew relief like this was only a temporary fix, and the longer he had to
wait to kill Josuke, the less it would help.
Kira had to get what he so desperately needed, and soon.
Chapter End Notes
     my wonderful friend has made a comic based off of the first chapter!~
     http://groovy-tiger.tumblr.com/post/150346148795
***** Flirting With Death *****
Chapter Summary
     Kira and Josuke meet again
He wasn't one to frequent cafes, but every once and awhile he would treat
himself to a frothy cappuccino while sitting outside at one of the tables.
Mostly it was when he needed to find a new girlfriend and he had no luck
picking someone on his transmute to or from work. Today was not much different,
though his next victim had already been selected.
This particular cafe was not noteworthy and their drinks were sub par, but Kira
chose it for it's location. Josuke would be walking home from school by now,
and he would be passing this place any second. There were just enough patrons
around to give him a sense of anonymity, which was good. Unlike yesterday, he
didn't want to be seen by the boys, it would be risky if he gave them the
chance to memorize his face.
Just as he ordered a second cup, he saw the boy down the street. Okuyasu wasn't
with him today, perhaps he had after school cleaning duty, or maybe even
detention.
It was as if the universe itself was urging Kira to kill Josuke, he couldn't
ask for the conditions to be better.
He looked down at the newspaper in front of him, deciding to read a small
section so Josuke could pass. Kira could follow him, and if everything went
smoothly, he could take him. The words on the page made little sense to him and
he didn't bother trying to understand them, instead just admiring each
individual kanji.
Someone slid into his periphery and he raised his head, expecting it to be the
waiter bringing him his fresh cappuccino. Instead, he was met with the young
pompadoured boy, smiling at him widely.
"No dog today, huh."
It felt as if a lead ball had been dropped into Kira's stomach and cold shock
made goosebumps break out over his skin. But, as always, he was outwardly
composed, smiling politely at the boy.
"Not today, no."
"Ah, that's too bad." Josuke kicked at the air absently and looked around.
Kira raised an eyebrow before folding his paper and setting it to the side. The
boy definitely wasn't subtle.
"Would you like to join me?"
Josuke grinned and took the seat across from him immediately. "Yeah, I guess.
I've got nothing better to do..."
Kira's eyebrow was still lifted, and his lips curled into a smile at the slight
sing-song way Josuke spoke the words. Josuke coughed and slid his gaze away,
looking at the other patrons, and Kira was surprised to see the tips of his
ears were reddening.
He had no time to speculate at his reaction as the waiter came back and set his
new drink in front of him, taking the empty cup away.
"What can I get you sir?" the waiter asked, looking to Josuke.
Josuke looked up, his eyes wide as he was put on the spot. "Um...I'll have what
he's having."
The waiter inclined his head and left as Kira placed his elbows on the table
and steepled his fingers. This was an incredibly unlikely turn of events, and
he wasn't sure yet if it was good or bad.
Josuke looked stiff in his chair as he watched the waiter leave before letting
his eyes meet Kira's. "So, um...what did I just order?"
"A cappuccino."
"Ah."
Kira noticed a slight grimace tug the corners of his mouth down.
"Is something the matter?"
Josuke jumped a little in his seat before giving a lopsided grin. "Nah, it's
just--" His smile turned a little sheepish, "I'm more into sweet things, you
know?"
Kira gestured vaguely with his hand. "I can get the waiter if you would like--"
Josuke's eyes widened again, ever expressive, and he shook his head a few
times. "Ah, no, it's totally cool!" He placed one of his elbows on the table
and let his chin rest in his palm, his slim fingers pressing comfortably
against his cheek, "I don't mind bitter things every once and awhile."
The words were said innocently, but Kira's mind twisted them instantly, making
them hold darkly provocative meaning. Kira shifted in his seat and fought to
keep his face impassive as thoughts of a bloodied and sweaty Josuke smiling and
moaning encouragements invaded his thoughts.
He needed to steer himself away from this train of thought, and fast.
"Are you new around here? I don't believe I've seen you around." He took a sip
of his cappuccino as he watched Josuke smile.
"Man, I was gonna ask the same thing! It's funny we've seen each other the past
two days... I definitely wouldn't say it's a coincidence."
Kira felt a cool wave of panic wash over him. He had asked the question in
hopes of making it seem odd that they had encountered each other again, but it
seemed that Josuke was quite sharp.
"What are you implying?" Kira said, his voice low and pleasant, his smile still
light and welcoming.
Josuke met his eyes before looking down, the hand propping his head up now
falling to the table and drumming absently on the tablecloth. "I was just
thinking of something my mom said once." Josuke's ears were still red, and now
his cheeks were getting a dust of color.
"And what is that?" Kira asked, genuinely curious, looking down and watching
Josuke's fingers fidget.
"That when you meet a stranger for the first time, its coincidence. The second
time, it's fate." Josuke laughed as his fingers came to a stop and he shrugged.
"I don't really believe in stuff like that, it just came to mind, you know?"
Kira sighed out a small chuckle. He didn't believe in such things either,
especially considering the fact that their first meeting had been premeditated
on Kira's part. But still, if that were true, then it was Josuke's fate to die
by his hands. The thought had a certain appeal to it.
"I don't like the idea of fate deciding everything for me," Kira commented,
watching as the waiter appeared behind Josuke and placed his drink in front of
him. They both sat silently as the waiter retreated, Josuke forgoing his
tapping to instead run a finger along the rim of his cup. Kira bit his lip
briefly as he watched, feeling his cock twitch at the sight. He met Josuke's
eyes again, feeling on the brink of losing his composure. "I prefer taking fate
into my own hands."
Josuke visibly swallowed but kept their gazes linked. "I'm Higashikata by the
way. Higashikata Josuke." Josuke's voice was a little lower now, not quite a
whisper yet still intimate in it's quietness. Kira made sure to match his tone.
"Kira. Nice to meet you."
It was risky giving his real name, but he had a feeling Josuke wouldn't mention
this encounter with anyone.
Kira lifted his cup to his lips and Josuke did the same, grimacing lightly at
the taste as he drank.
 
~~~
 

Josuke left shortly after when he checked his watch and realized time had
gotten away from him. He left with his hardly touched cappuccino still on the
table, a quick wave, and a "See you later, then?"
Kira smiled and replied "Of course", but that smile dropped as soon as Josuke
was on his way down the street, towards his house.
Kira was not ignorant to flirting, though he was always on the receiving end of
such trivialities. He knew Josuke, for whatever reason, was quite obviously
hitting on a man twice his age, though if anyone had room to judge on things
such as moral correctness, it certainly wouldn't be Kira. He rubbed his palms
on his thighs as he let out a steadying breath. He had hoped that he would be
able to wind down when Josuke left, but it seemed that the opposite was
happening. His cock was half hard in his slacks, and the more he tried to will
it away the more the problem was only exacerbated. He could feel the flicker of
Killer Queen under his skin, desperately wanting to be released, just as
impatient as he was.
This unexpected development with his latest target had effectively made him a
desperate mess.
He downed the rest of his cappuccino and dug in his pocket for his wallet,
quickly throwing a bill on the table before grabbing his newspaper. He stood
up, placing his newspaper covertly over himself and made his way into the cafe.
A bell announced his entrance but no one paid him any mind, a small grace that
he was infinitely grateful for.
He made his way into the bathroom, white tiled and small, reeking of
disinfectant. It wasn't a terribly savory place, but at a time like this, he
couldn't find the will to care.
He locked the door and was pressed instantly into the wall, knocking the wind
from his lungs. Killer Queen rutted against with enough strength and fervor to
lift him briefly off his feet with every upwards grind, making Kira's cock rub
against the cold tile, his belt buckle scraping against it with a small
metallic sound that echoed in the small space . Kira exhaled heavily from his
nose, trying not to make too much noise as he put his hands on the wall,
letting himself be used by his Stand.
It was deliciously depraved, essentially fucking himself in a place so public,
nothing but a wall blocking him from a slew of strangers.
Killer Queen let out a deep pur that was more frustration than pleasure, not
getting the intense stimulus they both desired just from Kira's body being
rubbed against the wall.
Kira was handled like a rag doll as his Stand turned him around and slid him up
the wall, forcing him to wrap his legs around it's waist. Killer Queen began
it's near brutal rutting again, reminding Kira of an animal in heat. The rough,
direct contact to his sensitive dick made him sob out a gasp before he could
help it. He bit his bottom lip harshly, fighting to keep quiet as he shakily
worked to undo his belt. No matter how desperate he felt, he knew he couldn't
make a mess in his pants.
Killer Queen slowed it's movements but still rubbed into him as Kira struggled
with the button. He could feel his frustration building as he fumbled with it,
his usually dexterous hands unable to perform such a simple task. Killer Queen
batted his hands away and slipped a thick finger into the waist of his pants
before pulling roughly, making his pants dig into his waist painfully before
the button popped off and skittered across the floor.
His Stand wasted no time, sliding it's hand down his stomach and into his
boxers, yanking him out inelegantly, forcing Kira to bark out a hoarse cry as
his balls were drug across the zipper. His eyes rolled back in his head at the
rough treatment, and he weakly moved his hips as well as he could from his
position.
Killer Queen began purring loudly as it resumed it's ministrations, it's face
blank as it watched Kira pant and claw messily at it's hard chest.
He came without warning, his seed splattering against Killer Queen's abdomen,
but even as his orgasm ebbed, they both continued rubbing against each other.
It wasn't enough.
The pit of Kira's stomach still felt tight and hot, even as his reddened cock
began to go limp and laid pitifully against his thigh, it wasn't enough.
He needed to tear flesh and tendon, to smell the bitter copper scent of blood,
to see his hands slippery and coated with it, to have his whole mind consumed
by his kill. Josuke's blood would be sweet, so sweet, dripping from his face,
his chest, pooling on the floor below them.
The door handle rattled before a curt knock resounded in the small enclosure.
Kira sucked in a breath and held it, trying to compose himself in the silence.
Killer Queen was reluctant to put him down, and even when he was back on the
ground it's smooth face rubbed against his neck.
"One moment." Kira said, raising his cool voice.
He placed a silent kiss against Killer Queen's cheek before willing it away and
tidying himself up. He frowned at the button on the floor, making a mental note
to visit the tailor sometime during the week.
With one last steadying breath, Kira opened the door and left.
***** The Reward *****
Chapter Summary
     Josuke finally falls into Kira's grasp
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
A week passed. Kira went about his life and outwardly, it was as if everything
were the same. Inside, though, the pit of his stomach felt as if it were
rotting, as if festering maggots were crawling around in him and eating holes,
and with each passing day they gorged themselves until Kira felt ill. Even
making preparations for Friday didn't qualm his sickness, as they always did.
When the day finally came, he felt feverish and had to keep his handkerchief in
his hand as he drove to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
His target was ahead, bag slung over his shoulder. Kira barked a harsh laugh
and felt nearly drunk with relief. Okuyasu wasn't with him again. Kira was far
from a religious person, but his pleading prayers to no one seemed to have been
answered. If there was a God, certainly he was just as twisted as Kira himself.
Kira placed the handkerchief on his lap and pulled closer to the sidewalk
before rolling down the window and slowing his speed down to a crawl, matching
Josuke's steps.
"Higashikata-san," Kira called out the window as Josuke looked scrutinizingly
at the person calling to him. It was almost comical how quickly his uncaring
face snapped into one of complete surprise and delight.
"Kira-san!"
"On your way home?"
Kira stopped the car and Josuke stopped too, leaning into the passenger window
to smile broadly at Kira.
"Yeah," An unmistakable blush rose to his cheeks, and his smile grew a little
coy. "It's not like I have anything better to do."
Kira arched an eyebrow and matched the tone of his smile. "Is that so?" Kira's
felt as if he were swollen with blood, his whole body felt tight and hot and
unpleasant, as if he were about to burst. His cock was even a testament to his
state, engorged and heavy, pinned to his thigh by his slacks, hidden behind the
handkerchief. "Would you like to get something to eat? My treat, of course."
Josuke beamed and opened the door. Kira's heart was pounding lowly under the
smooth sound of the car engine as Josuke got into the car and shut the door
with a clean snap.
"I'm not one to pass up on free food." Josuke laughed a little and ran his hand
lightly over the side of his pompadour, "Or good company."
Kira looked through the rear view mirror. No one was around, no one had seen
Josuke get into the car. The universe was making it all too easy to take him.
He pulled away from the curb and began down the road. His breathing was even
and controlled, but cold sweat still covered him, making his shirt cling damply
to his chest and stomach.
Josuke smelled like cheap cologne, the smell of a boy trying to find his way
into manhood. It was endearing.
They drove in silence, Josuke looking out the window and sneaking side glances
at Kira, his fingers drumming nervously on his thighs. Kira kept his eyes
straight ahead.
"Do you have a place in mind, Kira-san?"
"I do. It's just up ahead."
Josuke frowned as he squinted to look further up the street. "Up this way is
just bars and stuff, isn't it? I mean, I'm sure they serve food and all but..."
Kira said nothing as he continued down the street, finally parking on the side
of a building, who's neon signs were dulled by the daylight. Josuke looked
critically at the side of the building, it's bricks old and cracked, looking
far from a respectable place.
Killer Queen had appeared silently behind Josuke, it's fingers silently
unscrewing the lid from a labeless bottle. As Killer Queen took the rag Kira
had placed in the backseat and doused it with the bitter-sweet liquid, Kira
took the handkerchief from his lap and covered his mouth and nose.
Josuke's eyes had followed the movement of Kira's hand and the car became
deadly silent as he became aware of Kira's erection. Kira smiled behind his
handkerchief as he watched Josuke's eyes widen in shock before flicking up to
his own steady gaze.
"I-- I have to--"
With all the fluidity of a jungle cat pouncing it's prey, Killer Queen moved
deftly and silently, it's large arms wrapping around Josuke from behind, one
securing his chest in place, the other firmly holding the rag to his mouth and
nose. Josuke's hand shot out and grabbed Kira's wrist in a vice-like grip as he
let out a muffled shout and struggled against Killer Queen's embrace. The
panicked touch made Kira cum untouched, hot and thick against his thigh, his
ecstasy rolling over him in near frenzied waves.
Josuke's Stand flickered momentarily into view but the struggling and shouting
had made the chloroform work quickly, and before Crazy Diamond could even fully
materialize it was gone. Josuke's panicked eyes grew hazy before his head
slumped forward and his body went limp, leaving the car once again in an eerie
silence. Kira let out a breathy delayed moan, closing his eyes and letting his
head rest against his seat, a weak shiver running through him. His cum cooled
on his leg as he allowed himself to revel in his victory for a short while, his
head a near madhouse with the ideas and possibilities flashing in his mind.
He slowly lifted his head and rolled his neck before opening his eyes, and
Killer Queen began purring as Kira signaled for it to take care of Josuke. With
little effort, Killer Queen dragged Josuke's unconscious body into the backseat
and onto the floorboard, where it laid warmly on top of the boy, smelling him
curiously and rutting it's hips slowly into his hip. Kira's own hips jerked up
at the pseudo-stimulation it provided as he started up the engine and began his
way home.
 
~~
 

Carrying Josuke bridal style into his home seemed all too fitting, considering
the circumstances. The boy was heavy, yes, certainly heavier than his usual
girlfriends, but something about that excited him all the more. The person
hanging limply from his arms was more sturdy, which made Kira want to push him
further, to see just how much more he could take.
He carried Josuke through his house, his heels clicking cleanly on the wood
floor, to his bed, where Killer Queen pulled back his plain black comforter.
Kira placed Josuke down gently, as a parent would a small child, and pulled the
blanket over him.
Kira straightened up and looked down at him, admiring how peaceful he looked.
Like this, it was as if Josuke had fallen asleep in Kira's bed. In the darkness
of his bedroom though, it was almost like Kira was in a different place,
perhaps Josuke's own room, and that he was an intruder. Kira shivered at the
thought, his mouth filling with hot saliva and his cock was already leaking in
it's dried waste from earlier. He could practically hear Josuke's mom sleeping
in the next room, unaware of what her precious boy was about to experience.
Kira let out an unsteady breath and brought a hand to Josuke's cheek, letting
his fingertips ghost of the soft curve of it, then the line of his jaw, then
his slender neck. His skin seemed almost poreless with how perfect it was.
Killer Queen appeared on the bed, beside Josuke. It's wide eyes looked to the
blanket before fixing Kira with a pointed stare, a deep rumble emanating from
it's chest.
"Patience, Queen." Kira said, his voice a cracked whisper. Even as he said it,
his fingers were dancing along the edge of the blanket, eager to get to the
main course.
He had been craving this for so long. His whole body ached with his pent-up
desire, and he ached all the more knowing he was so close to the release he
needed.
His breathing became loud and harsh in his own ears as he looked down at Josuke
and began peeling the comforter back slowly. Josuke, with his dark lashes
against his pale cheeks, his hair lightly tousled and starting to unravel from
it's perfectly sculpted shape, his broad yet boyish chest rising and falling so
peacefully, having no idea what was transpiring. Knowing the boy was a virgin
only made Kira more eager to dirty him, the mere thought of it making Kira
breathe out a soft moan.
With a small flourish he pulled the blanket back, revealing his reward; one of
Josuke's hands resting limply on his chest. With a light touch as if lifting a
baby bird, Kira took Josuke's hand, warm and unresponsive, and raised it to
place a gentle kiss on each knuckle. Killer Queen watched him with it's
unblinking gaze, it's large hands kneading the bed under it in anticipation as
it continued it's low purring.
Kira pressed his lips a little more firmly against the pinky joint before
letting them part. His tongue ran over Josuke's soft skin, circling around the
prominent bone just below the surface before sliding it in the crevice between
the fingers. The feeling and taste was indescribable and Kira could feel yet
another orgasm building hot and fast within him. He let his teeth scrape gently
against Josuke's skin and let out a lewd moan that made his cock jerk roughly
in his dirtied slacks.
Not able to wait any longer, Kira brought Josuke's hand to his chest and made
it drag down his torso, his stomach, the boy's slender fingers unfurling as
they traveled down.
Kira's breathing hitched once as Josuke's middle finger ran over the small
divot of his navel, and a second time as Josuke's palm brushed past Kira's belt
buckle. His grip on Josuke's wrist was surely tight enough to bruise, but as
the gorgeous hand finally touched him where he wanted it most, he couldn't
bring himself to care.
The air in his lungs left him in a pitiful and unabashed groan as he felt a
pleasure so intense it physically hurt him. His chest jerked forward so he was
hunched over, and a thread of drool oozed from the corner of his mouth before
breaking and landing on the floor with an inaudible noise. His hair fell on his
damp forehead and obstructed his view of Josuke's hand slightly, but he didn't
care, he was high with ecstasy, with a pleasure that ran so deep in him his
knees felt like they might give.
His grasp on Josuke's wrist trembled with his strength as he gingerly let the
fingers slide down his clothed shaft, and with a hoarse moan that echoed
through the empty house he came, his eyes burning from staring unblinkingly at
the pale hand on him and going spotty with the intensity of his climax.
His breath had frozen in his throat but as the orgasm passed it's peak he
gasped pathetically and his knees finally gave out. He released Josuke's hand
as he fell hard on his knees, panting and dripping sweat onto the hardwood
beneath him. He closed his eyes and let his forehead rest against the side of
the bed as his body twitched and spasmed, the intense blast of stimulation
leaving him in small waves.
His thoughts slowly came together in the haze of his pleasure and he barked a
small laugh. He hoped Josuke would wake up soon, so the real fun could start.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for being patient with me, school has been dropkicking me
     in the vagina :''')
     Also my friend convinced me to get a twitter, so if you'd like to,
     you can follow me! (It's mainly just me raving about disgusting
     fetishes, be warned) When I finish up my current commissions, I'll
     also be taking writing requests there, so if you're interested in all
     that jazz, I'm @DastardlyDaisy <3
***** Be A Good Boy *****
Chapter Summary
     Josuke wakes up.
Chapter Notes
     Beware of graphic rape. I mean, if you've read this far you should
     have at least expected this to happen but if not, BE WARNED
It took almost two hours for Josuke to stir, but Kira didn't mind. If anything,
he was a patient man. He felt it first in his breathing, how it fell from it's
deep steady rhythm into something less relaxed. Kira rubbed his stomach
comfortingly and Josuke's brow furrowed as he tossed his head. Kira scooted
closer to him on the bed and pressed a kiss against his shoulder.
"Josuke, good morning."
Josuke's brow knit more closely together as shook his head. Did he perhaps
think he was still dreaming? It was rather endearing.
Kira leaned up from his reclining position and placed a kiss on the corner of
the boy's mouth. He could feel Josuke's lips curl into a frown as he turned his
head to pull away from the soft touch. Kira gently cupped the side of Josuke's
face and forced him back, kissing him again, this time full on the lips. Josuke
hummed in irritation, his eyes finally fluttering open to stare at Kira as he
pulled back. His violet eyes were glassy and hazed, not fully focusing on him.
Kira smiled down at him, his thumb caressing the boy's cheek.
Josuke's voice was hoarse and dry as he tried to speak. "W--" He licked his dry
lips and tried again. "What..."
"I know you must feel confused," Kira cooed, brushing a soft kiss over the
boy's worried brow, "But I need you to pay attention for me, okay? Are you well
enough to sit up?"
He brought his hand under the blanket and grabbed Josuke's arm, urging him up.
Josuke groaned and his head lolled to the side as Kira helped him into a
sitting position, the blanket pooling at their waists. Josuke fought to right
his head as it rolled haphazardly on his neck. Kira put an arm around him and
cupped his face again, and Josuke leaned the weight of his head against Kira's
palm gratefully.
"I need you to listen closely Josuke, though it might be hard to."
Josuke groaned, his eyelids slinking shut before slowly lifting again.
"You've been heavily sedated, so as not to cause problems. If you're good for
me, I won't use such a high dose next time. Will you be a good boy for me,
Josuke?"
"Where'm...I" The boy slurred.
Kira kissed his bare shoulder, knowing that he would understand soon enough.
His Stand materialized on the bed, a pink shimmer that solidified quickly, it's
wide and calculating gaze falling instantly on Josuke.
"This is my friend, Killer Queen. It has a very unique ability." Kira leaned
over to the night table, grabbing the coin he had set out for just this
occasion and holding it up for Josuke to see. "I want you to pay close
attention, Josuke."
Killer Queen held it's palm out flat and Kira placed the coin neatly in the
center. He looked to Josuke, his eyes fighting to stay open as he looked hazily
at the black-clad hand. Killer Queen raised it's free hand, this one in a
sideways fist, it's thumb extended. Kira lifted Josuke's head, shaking it
lightly to get his attention as Killer Queen's thumb tapped it's pointer
finger. The explosion wasn't big but it was loud and made Josuke's glassy eyes
widen. Kira watched the small plume of fire in his eyes as he felt the residual
heat of the explosion on his face and on his own palm.
The smell of smoke was thick in the air as Kira laid the boy on his back again.
He laid on his side beside the boy and pulled the blanket over the two of them.
"Do you understand, Josuke?" He rubbed his broad chest, feeling the fast
beating of his heart. "I have bombs on your friends. Okuyasu, Jotaro. Even on
your pretty mother."
Josuke's breath was hitching now and a tear escaped down his cheek as he shook
his head. Kira leaned over and licked up the small wet trail.
"Do you understand your situation, Josuke? Be good for me, or I'll have to hurt
them. Neither of us want that, now do we?"
"Pl..ease." His voice was thin and watery, wavering in despair. The sound of it
alone made Kira's stomach tighten in excitement.
He licked the shell of Josuke's ear, letting his voice drop to a low, predatory
rumble. "Be a good boy for me."
His hand flicked over Josuke's soft nipple before traveling down the dip of his
ribs, over his toned stomach, then to his groin. He gripped the boy's flaccid
cock and pumped it lazily. Josuke began crying in earnest, his eyes shut
tightly as his bottom lip quivered. His hands met Kira's grip and tugged weakly
at him, trying to stop the teasing touch.
Kira tutted as he felt the boy's fingers fumble on his own, his own cock
filling at the drug-clumsy touch. “Why are you fighting me, Josuke? I could be
doing much worse things to you right now.”
Josuke let out a watery sob at the implication behind the words. Kira’s cock
twitched again and he scooted closer to him, pressing himself against Josuke’s
side.
It seemed that that was the moment he realized that not only was he naked, Kira
was as well. Despair seemed to grip the boy as a low wail left him, which only
served to excite Kira further. He rutted against Josuke’s hip in earnest,
licking his shoulder and grabbing the boy’s prick more firmly. Even with the
ample stimulation to his groin, Josuke was hardly erect, most likely from the
drug. He doubted it was the stress, considering the fact that Josuke was a
teenage boy with a healthy sexual appetite. He would have to be more careful
with the dose next time.
Luckily for him, getting Josuke erect was only a courtesy, one he was more than
willing to forgo.
He pulled away briefly to get the slender bottle of lube from his bedside table
before returning dutifully to the boy.
“Are you a virgin, Josuke?” Kira asked, not expecting an answer. He grabbed
Josuke’s heavy thigh and put it over his own legs. He could feel the muscle
under his fingers tremble and tighten as Josuke fought to keep his thighs shut,
but Kira kept them open with minimal effort.
“I...I’m a virgin...so please,” Josuke sobbed out, his words fuzzy and thick.
Kira hummed happily, leaning up to snap the bottle open and coat his fingers
liberally. “Perfect. Pure and untainted, just how a wife should be for their
husband.”
The words made Josuke flail weakly, trying to fight him away under his drug-
fueled haze.
Kira sucked his teeth impatiently, dissapointed at the boy’s disobedient
outburst. He climbed on top of Josuke and pressed his chest down with one hand,
making Josuke stop effortlessly. He could feel the boy's heartbeat, light and
hard like a hummingbird.
“It seems you’re more of a hands-on learner.” Kira sighed and wiped the lube
from his hand onto his cock. “I suppose that’s fine too.”
Josuke was shaking his head, his eyes unfocused as Kira hoisted his thighs up
and rubbed his prick along Josuke’s balls.
“This could have been pleasant for both of us, but you insisted on being bad,
Josuke.” Kira grabbed his length and brought it to Josuke’s small pink pucker.
Josuke's body tightened at the contact, making the folds of his hole contract
teasingly against his cockhead. "I hate to have your first time be like this."
Kira said, his voice conveying the very opposite.
He pushed in, the strain hurting his cock and making it bend painfully. Josuke
screamed as his ass was pried open slowly, the tight ring of muscle only
tightening more at the assault. Kira gripped the middle of his length and
pushed in diligently, feeling his insufficiently lubed cock-skin catch on
Josuke's dry insides. It was too tight. It was too dry. But even still, or even
because of these facts, it was pure bliss.
Josuke's scream dwindled into an empty rasp as he stopped breathing, his chest
hitching and his eyes wide. His back curled from the sheets in an exquisite
portrait of agony.
Kira was only halfway in.
He pushed forward, removing his hand from his prick as he slid deeper inside
the boy. He worried briefly that Josuke might faint if he didn't breathe soon,
but just as he was about to say something to him, Josuke came to life again,
his chest rising and falling fast in shallow, pathetic moans. Kira took it as
his queue to shove the rest of himself inside with one swift, rough movement.
Josuke screamed again, the pain cutting through his drugged haze and animating
him. He leaned forward, his hands curled into claws, and scratched madly at
Kira's exposed chest.
Killer Queen was out in an instant, snatching the boy's wrists effortlessly,
but the damage had already been done. Kira looked down at himself, seeing thin
red marks blooming down his pectorals. It didn't seem that his skin had been
broken, but it was more the principal of the thing than anything.
Josuke's torso twisted as he fought against Killer Queen’s grasp, weak screams
bubbling from him as his ass pulsated around Kira's length.
"Josuke." His voice was flat, deadly. "This is not how a good wife acts. Did
you not listen to a single thing I told you?"  
"Stop! Please stopstopstopstop--" Josuke continued to thrash as he pleaded
blindly, his voice hoarse from crying.
Killer Queen moved behind Josuke so that the boy was propped up against it, his
wrists being held tightly as his muscles spasmed uncontrollably.
"Please stop! I'll listen, please, please no more--!"
Josuke broke off with another scream as Kira began moving, his hips rolling
languidly into Josuke's virgin hole, the sensation of leaving the tight muscle
only to thrust back in nearly enough to push him over the brink. This certainly
wasn't how he had envisioned consummating their marriage, but it was still
good.
"I wish I could stop, Josuke," Kira panted, rolling his hips. "But you have to
know your place. I can't let you, nnn-- get away with such disobedience."
Josuke sobbed as he shut his eyes, turning his head to the side as he was
rocked with Kira's thrusts, drool sliding absently from his mouth.
"It hurts, I'm so sorry, please, p-please!"
Josuke's babbling turned unintelligible as Kira continued, the boy's pleas
falling on unsympathetic ears. He could feel his balls tightening and his
stomach quiver hotly as his orgasm jerkily began to reach it's peak. He
released Josuke's legs and put his hands on either side of Josuke's torso,
panting like an animal above it's captured prey.
"Josuke," He sped his hips up even as his muscles burned and protested the
action. "Your cunt is so fucking tight, Josuke, so fucking good, aahn--!"
Kira fucked Josuke hard enough to make his balls ache as they slammed into his
ass. He could hear his own harsh breathing loud in his ears as he felt himself
finally tip over the edge, every muscle in his body seeming to contract and
buzz with the pleasure. He felt wetness spill between their stomachs and
thought bizarrely that Josuke had come with him.
The boy beneath him came into view as he began to ebb from his climax. Tears
and drool covered his swollen face and his hair was plastered to his forehead
with sweat. Even after just coming the sight made Kira buck his hips a few more
times, even as his aching cock slipped out of Josuke's abused hole.
He took a few moments to catch his breath before sitting up, looking over his
bride. Josuke's hole, open and twitching in time with his labored breathing,
was smeared with blood, as were the sheets below him. The wetness he had felt
between them had been urine, which now soaked into the sheets on either side of
the boy and glistened on his stomach and matted his pubes down. He breathed in
deeply, smelling the raw scent of piss and blood and sweat and spent
adrenaline. It was far from a bad smell.
"Poor Josuke," Kira finally commented, running a hand soothingly over Josuke's
spread thigh. "That must have been very hard for you. But I hope you've learned
your lesson. Have you learned, Josuke?"
Killer Queen purred as it cupped the unresponsive boy's face affectionately.
Kira nodded before smiling. "Let's get you cleaned up, what do you say? I'm
certain it's been a stressful day for you."
Josuke’s eyes were bloodshot and vacant as he looked past Kira. He flinched
when Killer Queen picked him up but other than that small reaction, he was like
an empty shell.
~
Killer Queen stood in the doorway of the bathroom as Kira started a hot bath.
As the air slowly grew more humid, his Stand set the boy down on the tiled
floor, near the floor drain.
Kira grabbed the movable shower head and turned the water on, testing the
temperature with his fingertips. Josuke's chin rested against his chest, his
legs on either side of him, his arms in his lap. He reminded Kira of a
discarded marionette doll.
Kira crouched in front of him and began spraying him with the warm jet, his
free hand rubbing his skin and washing away the filth. The water swirling
towards the drain was pink, and grew more intense in color as Kira spread the
boy's legs. Josuke jumped when the warm water hit his ass, but did nothing
else.
When Kira was satisfied he turned the stream on himself, rinsing off his
stiffening cock that had grown tacky with lube and drying blood.
He turned off the shower head and replaced it as Killer Queen picked up the
dripping boy and took him to the bath.
The water was steaming pleasantly and made Kira's skin redden on contact as he
eased himself in, turning the knobs to stop the flow of water. He shuddered as
he felt his muscles relax.
"I hope the water isn't too hot for you, Josuke." He leaned his back against
the cool porcelain and spread his thighs before motioning for his Stand to put
Josuke in.
Killer Queen slowly submerged Josuke so that his back was pressed warmly
against Kira's chest. Some water sloshed onto the floor but Kira paid it no
mind, wrapping his arms around Josuke's broad yet boyish chest, hugging him
close.
They sat like that for a long while, the steady drip of water from the faucet
being the only clear indication that time was indeed moving. Kira hummed
contently and rested his chin on Josuke's shoulder. This was the sort of
domesticity that he had always craved. It made his heart feel full and warm.
Eventually, he felt Josuke relax too. The tension in his muscles slowly melted
and his breathing mellowed.  It pleased Kira more than he could express. He had
a sneaking suspicion that he may have dozed off. Kira let him be for awhile,
letting his mind drift lazily along with the steam that rose around them.
When the water started chilling and he could feel his toes beginning to prune,
he placed a gentle kiss on Josuke's shoulder and pushed him forward. Josuke
groaned but sat up, the water sloshing as he raised his arms to rub at his
eyes.
"Lean your head back, Josuke." He gently reached around and grabbed Josuke's
chin, making him do it before he had a chance to disobey. "Just like that."
Killer Queen handed him his small bucket and Kira filled it with water before
pouring it slowly over Josuke's head, careful not to get it in his eyes. When
the boy's dark hair was thoroughly wet, Kira did the same to himself. Killer
Queen got behind Kira and sat on the floor, snapping open the shampoo bottle.
Kira held his hand out and allowed a generous amount to be squeezed into his
palm.
He began massaging it into Josuke's scalp, relishing the way the suds and the
fine hair felt between his fingers. The shampoo snapped closed behind him
before he felt deft fingers in his own hair. He sighed, letting himself get
lost in the soft circles Killer Queen rubbed into his scalp, mimicking the
motions on the boy in front of him.
"Why me?"
It was the first time Josuke had spoken clearly and without desperateness. He
sounded empty, small, defeated. Kira smiled, placing a sudsy finger under
Josuke's chin.
"close your eyes, I don't want to get soap in them."
He rinsed the boy's hair thoroughly before handing the bucket to Killer Queen
and lifting his head to have the same done to him.
"Now then," Kira said when he finally opened his eyes and righted his head, "We
need to clean you more thoroughly."
He wrapped an arm around Josuke's stomach and eased the boy back against him.
His other hand ran down the boy’s stomach, brushing gently over his soft prick.
Josuke inhaled sharply and his legs began to close but Kira hooked his feet on
Josuke’s calves, urging them to stay open.
“Be good,” Kira warned before kissing his cheek softly. His hand traveled lower
as he slid more into a reclining position, bringing Josuke with him. “I have to
clean out the mess we made.”
Josuke shook his head but was smart enough not to make a verbal protest as
Kira’s fingers touched at his asshole, already tight and closed even after just
having been fucked.
“Relax Josuke, I need you to relax.”
He could feel Josuke’s stomach tremble in fear and anticipation. Kira pressed
his lips against his cheek again and eased a finger in, the remnants of the
blood and lube making it easy.
“A-ahhn,” Josuke made a small noise as his back arched and his ass tightened
around the small intrusion.
Kira made soft soothing noises in his ear, rubbing his stomach comfortingly. He
waited for Josuke’s breathing to calm somewhat before letting his slender
finger breach him further.
“It’s not that bad, is it, Josuke? Shh, it’s alright.” Kira cooed, pistoning
his finger lightly.
He was unsure if he would be able to reach his prostate at this angle, but when
he went in as far as he could and curled his finger he could feel it, slightly
firmer than it’s surroundings. Josuke yelped as he brushed over it, his hands
grabbing Kira’s thighs and his legs snapping open, making Kira’s knees knock
against the sides of the tub. Kira hummed and retreated his finger somewhat,
rubbing at his insides soothingly before letting himself go deeper to tease him
again.
“F--ahh,” Josuke breathed, leaning his head back on Kira’s shoulder.
He took the opportunity to kiss Josuke’s exposed neck. “Ahh, that spot feels
good, doesn’t it, Josuke?”
He received a whimper in response. Kira continued lavishing his soft neck with
kisses as he gently rubbed Josuke’s sweet spot, drinking in every twitch of
Josuke’s muscles and every sweet noise he fought back.
The water slowly turned pink and Kira’s finger had more difficulty moving as
the lube and blood were washed away, but neither of them seemed to mind. Kira
peered over Josuke’s heaving chest to see his cock, full and red, brushing
against Kira’s forearm, the tip bobbing in and out of the top of the water. The
sight alone was enough to make his lower stomach burn hot. He pressed his hard
length against Josuke’s back and moved his hips slowly, trying and failing to
not disturb the water. Josuke’s ass clenched rhythmically around his finger,
matching the jerks of his flushed cock.
“Josuke, your hand,” Kira panted, his mouth already watering, “Your fingers,
ah-- put them in my mouth.”
He pressed firmly against Josuke’s prostate to encourage him and was rewarded
with a sultry moan and wet fingers brushing against his waiting lips. Kira
sucked three of them in eagerly, moaning around them as he swallowed his spit
and the bathwater that clung to the digits. He ran his tongue over the pruny
pads, his prick jerking roughly all the while, his orgasm fast approaching.
He let his teeth gently press into Josuke’s knuckles as he massaged Josuke’s
prostate roughly, letting the boy vocalize the pleasure for both of them.
“Please,” Josuke’s voice was hoarse and cracked, rising in pitch as his words
tumbled from his mouth, “Please stop, I’m-- Please, please--!”
Josuke thrust his hips upwards, making Kira’s finger slide out of him and water
slop over the side of the tub. The fingers in Kira’s mouth curled and pressed
roughly into his tongue as Josuke came, thick stripes of cum hitting his chest
before sliding into the dirty water. Kira bit a little harder into the fingers
in his mouth and came with a muffled groan, rubbing himself uninhibitedly
against Josuke’s back. He brought his hand around Josuke’s stomach to the boy’s
chest and squeezed his pectoral as his other hand pumped Josuke through the
rest of his release.
Josuke collapsed against him soon after, breathing out small moans as his
muscles spasmed at odd intervals, riding out the last dregs of his pleasure.
His hand fell from Kira’s mouth into the water with a small splash.
Kira nudged Josuke’s leg over and used his toe to let the water start draining
from the tub. Killer Queen picked up Josuke soon after and led him back to the
shower head.
Kira’s limbs were heavy and his head felt light. How many times had he cum
today? He would have to be careful not to completely spoil himself in pleasure.
He pulled himself out of the draining tub and plodded to the shower head,
turning it on tiredly. He kept the stream cold, making Josuke whine and try to
scramble away from the stream. Kira didn’t bother to scold him, instead he just
followed him with the cold jet. When Josuke was rinsed, Kira made the water
warmer and cleaned himself before shutting the water off.
Killer Queen picked up the shivering boy and they made their way from the
bathroom, Kira grabbing two towels from the shelf.
They left a dripping trail from the bathroom to the guest room, something Kira
would have to deal with later. He dried himself off quickly before pulling the
bedcovers back as Killer Queen gave Josuke a quick rundown with the towel.
Kira crawled into the bed and held his arms out to Josuke, who even with all
his stature looked so meek with his hair tousled and his body curled inward,
his teeth chattering and his frame swaying gently with his effort to stand.
After a few seconds and a few hesitant glances, Josuke crawled onto the bed.
Kira smiled and pulled the boy close before situating the blanket over them. 
Josuke’s skin was clammy to the touch. Though he assuredly hated Kira, he
snuggled into the warmth the man had to offer.
His shivers soon died down, and a little while afterwards his breathing evened
out.
Kira could feel sleep tugging at him as well, but he knew he would have to tie
Josuke up and administer his next dose before sleeping. He also knew that he
couldn't spend the entire night next to the boy, just in case he didn’t wake
first and the boy decided to bite off his lip, or something even more sinister.
But it was their honeymoon, after all.
He would allow himself to indulge in this warm, sleepy embrace for a while
more.
***** A Brief Look Into Spent Time *****
Chapter Summary
     Time passes.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Day 3
He had been thinking about it all day at the office. His work didn't suffer
though. If anything, Kira got more done than he ever had. He was eager to get
home and finally indulge himself in the thing he had been wanting the most.
He had observed Josuke's reaction to the drug the past few days, balancing out
the dose just enough so that the boy wasn't a zombie, but still could not think
coherently. Josuke should be starting to come out of his drugged stupor, in
need of another dose by the time Kira got home, which is exactly what he
wanted.
~
He locked the door behind him before kicking off his shoes. Killer Queen
materialized in front of him, looking expectantly at the entrance of the
hallway. It was eager for what was about to happen, a sentiment that Kira felt
deeply. He set his suitcase to the side and loosened his tie as he made his way
to the hallway, Killer Queen pulling him forward as if it were a pet on a
leash.
Josuke looked up at him when he entered the room. Kira smiled warmly at him,
tugging his tie completely loose.
"I'm home."
He stood in the doorway for a few seconds, simply admiring the boy. He was on
his side, his legs and arms curled behind him, his mass of dark, wavy hair
against the pillow. Kira had hog tied him, making it so that his soft cock was
open and exposed to him, nestled in its swatch of soft pubic hair. Kira hoped
that Josuke hadn't struggled against the rope at his wrists and ankles, knowing
it would leave ugly red burns on his otherwise flawless skin. By the look the
boy shot him as Kira gazed over his supple body, he knew that he had. Well, no
matter. Wounds would heal, after all. 
"We'll be doing something a little different today, Josuke." He began
undressing and Josuke shut his eyes while his bottom lip quivered. "Let's not
cause any problems, so that we may both enjoy it. Do you understand?"
Josuke nodded against the pillow.
~
This truly felt like the ultimate bliss. His legs were open wide, completely
exposed before the boy. He knew that Josuke's fingers could reach deeper within
him if he were on his hands and knees, but he wanted Josuke to see, to
understand just how much he loved those gorgeous hands and how much they
affected him. Steady tears trailed down Josuke’s flushed cheeks, his eyelashes
dark and clinging together with the wetness. Even with his obvious despair of
the situation he stayed between Kira's thighs and pumped two slick fingers into
him, ever obedient.
"Another." Kira moaned, his hands trailing over the curves of his own body as
he arched his back. "Stretch me wider, Josuke."
He felt the fingers pull out before a third one was added. Josuke pressed back
inside of him and Kira whined uninhibited, his cock dumping precum onto his
quivering stomach as the burn in his ass rolled over him in buzzing waves.
The pain receded all too fast, much to Kira's disappointment, but now that it
was gone he could feel the shape of Josuke's fingers, the delicious pressure
they provided inside him, how he could feel his nails drag against his inner
walls every time he pushed in and how those same small abuses were soothed by a
gentle rub when they pulled back.
He raised his head to look at Josuke, who gave a small sob when their eyes met.
"Josuke," The name was slurred on his pleasure-drunk tongue. He ran his eyes
hungrily down Josuke's form, only to see that the boy's cock was stiff and red.
"Do you like this Josuke?" He tossed his head back and giving another sultry
moan as the fingernails scraped him again. "I like it too. Your hands are so
wonderful, so perfect--" He broke off to catch his breath, writhing on the
sheets below him. "Touch my chest, Josuke, feel more of me."
The fingers in him stopped moving but Kira didn't mind. He knew that Josuke was
going to obey.
He closed his eyes and moaned when an unsteady hand ran up the curve of his
ribs. He inhaled and arched his back into the touch before jolting when the
fingers in his ass began moving again.
As a reward, Kira summoned Killer Queen, letting his Stand nestle behind
Josuke. The boy gave a surprised cry at the sudden appearance, and his hand
formed into a panicked claw against Kira’s skin.
“Shhh, it’s fine.” Kira grabbed his hand and squeezed it calmingly.
Josuke looked full of fear as Killer Queen scooted flush against him, bringing
one of its large pink arms around his waist to grab his cock. He whimpered and
began pumping his fingers again as Killer Queen jacked him off.
“That’s good, baby, perfect, ahhn—yes,” Kira let encouraging words fall from
his mouth as his ecstasy began stumbling towards its peak.
The hand on his chest was sweaty and warm as it began to shakily grope at his
chest, inexperienced and unsure. It made it all the more pleasurable to Kira.
Josuke’s movements grew jerky as he grew closer to his own orgasm. He was the
first to come, his semen shooting messily on Kira’s thigh and balls. It was
enough to send him over the edge as well.
 
 
Day 7
A small hollow sound resounded from the other room and Killer Queen perked up
from its place on the floor, looking to the hallway as a small cry was heard,
shortly followed by a heavy thud.
Kira put his pen down and sighed, scooting his chair out from his desk.
He knew this would happen eventually.
He made his way to the guest room and opened the door calmly, even as Josuke
looked like a total wreck. He lay on the floor, his knee drawn up to his chest
as his foot steadily dripped blood onto the wooden floor. A small plume of
smoke was dissipating in the air above one of the floor boards, where an ugly
black scorch mark showed that one of Killer Queen’s bombs had been detonated.
"Oh, Josuke." Kira tutted, making his way over to the dresser and grabbing the
twirled cord of the phone, which was knocked off of its base. He shook his head
sadly and clicked it back onto its home. "Who were you trying to call?"
He looked down at Josuke, whose dark unkempt hair hung over his eyes. His
shoulders were trembling as he rocked back in forth, cradling his bleeding
foot.
Kira tutted again and scooped up the boy gingerly. "You silly thing. That phone
isn't even connected to the wall, did you know?"
That made Josuke cry in earnest, fat tears staining his cheeks as he began to
hyperventilate.
Kira walked him to the bed and placed him gently on the sheets, climbing up as
well to hold him. He crossed his legs comfortably and cradled Josuke's head
against his stomach. "Lift your foot, darling. Let me see the damage.”
 He felt the warmth of Josuke's tears soak into his shirt as Josuke bent his
knees, displaying the bottoms of his feet. The left one had a nasty red burn in
the center, the skin around it blackened like a sinister halo. Blood dripped
onto Josuke's thigh as he held it there and he squeezed Kira's middle as
another harsh sob was dragged from his throat.
 He shushed the boy lovingly, running a hand through his dark hair while
summoning his Stand. Killer Queen eased its hands between the two of them and
began unfastening Kira's belt.
Josuke sat up with a sniffle to see what was happening. He shot Kira a watery
look of terror but Kira only wiped his tears away although they were replaced
almost immediately with fresh ones.
Killer Queen tugged at the loose belt and it slid from his pant loops. Josuke
turned his head to watch Killer Queen move on the bed, taking it's place next
to Josuke's naked form, clutching the leather belt in it's large hands.
"I'm sorry we have to do this." Kira said, his words dripping with hollow
sympathy.
"Wh-what--"
Josuke's body jerked as the belt connected with his plump ass with a sharp
crack. He let out a hoarse cry and held tightly to Kira, his beautiful face
crumbling into despair. The belt welted his ass again and again with enough
force to make the bed shake and Josuke screamed against Kira's stomach, the
vibrations warming Kira's body in a pleasant lull.
The hands on the back of his shirt clawed weakly against the fabric as Killer
Queen methodically whipped him, his round ass jiggling with every sharp hit. 
Kira watched with dazed lust as the milky skin was slowly blemished with deep
red welts.
Josuke's self constraint finally broke and he tried to get up, nearly knocking
Kira back, but Killer Queen was quick to place a strong hand in the dip of his
lower back to push him down into the mattress.
"Josuke, I know it hurts." Kira purred, holding his head tightly. "But you
brought this on yourself. Be good and take your punishment."
Josuke's mouth was open in a silent scream against his abdomen and Kira could
feel his hot breath warming the skin under his shirt.
Killer Queen began the brutal spanking again and Kira shushed Josuke's cries
absently while watching the edges of the raised welts bead with thin lines of
blood.
Each strike drew more blood and smeared the old, creating a gorgeous canvas of
Josuke's supple skin.
 
 
Day 15
Josuke laid on his side, his drug-sleepy head resting on the inside of one of
Kira's thighs as he fingered him open.
Kira ran his hand through his hair as he lost himself in his pleasure, the
feeling of those gorgeous fingers in him still as wonderful as they had been
the night before, and the night before that. It was a feeling he didn't think
he would ever grow tired of.
"K-Kira-san." Josuke's voice was hoarse from unuse.
He hadn't spoken in days, so hearing the boy address him--and say his name, for
that matter-- was quite shocking. He raised his head up to meet his eyes,
giving him a lazy smile.
"Yes, darling?"
Josuke's fingers came to a stop as he looked down. He seemed embarrassed,
something Kira would have figured had been gone from him at this point. It made
him happy that it wasn't. It was a cute look for him.
"...put it in." 
His voice was so low that Kira hadn't caught the first bit, but he knew enough
to know what the boy had asked. Still, he wanted to hear it all.
"Speak up, Josuke. Let me hear what you have to say."
Josuke's pale cheeks took on a faint blush and he turned his head inwards, so
his lips brushing softly against Kira's thigh as he spoke.
"I want to put it in."
Such a bold request from someone who  he had done so many terrible things to.
Kira laughed inwardly at just how resilient a teenager's libido was, even in
the most treacherous situations.
"You want to fuck me, Josuke?"
His head turned more towards Kira's thigh and he nodded shyly.
Kira smiled and laid his head back against his pillow. "Go ahead, Josuke.
You've been a good boy."
It took a few seconds for him to move, seeming reluctant to fulfill his own
request, but soon enough the boy was sitting between Kira's spread thighs, his
swollen cock gently pressing into the warm stretched ring of muscle.
Josuke looked gorgeous from this angle, his dark hair framing his pale face and
brushing against his shoulders. But it was the expression on the boy's face
that brought Kira the purest form of ecstasy. Twisted in self hate and
pleasure, tears glittering in his big doe-eyes.
His cock felt nothing near as good as his fingers, but Kira was so lost in his
own twisted pleasure that he came as soon as his prostate was pressed into with
Josuke's spongy tip. He grabbed Josuke's healing ass, causing the teen to let
out a pained gasp. He understood what Kira wanted though, and began thrusting
shallowly into him. Kira moaned and writhed, his body buzzing with sparks of
over-sensitive pleasure.
~
He had achieved a second orgasm when Josuke’s hips came to a stuttering halt
and his ass was filled with hot ejaculate. He groaned at the full feeling,
slowly dragging his hands down his face, letting his lips snag over his sweaty
palms.
Josuke had been silent the whole time, only allowing small whimpers as he
fucked into Kira, but now, with his broad chest heaving and his eyes dazed, he
spoke.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Kira laughed breathlessly and propped himself up on his elbows to look more
directly at him. “You’re so wonderful at pillow talk, my lovely Josuke.”
Josuke clenched his jaw but said nothing.
Kira shrugged his shoulders the best he could in the position and looked
lovingly at the teen. “I haven’t decided yet.”
Josuke nodded curtly, as if expecting that answer, even though tears welled up
in his eyes once again.   
 
 
Day 16
He opened the front door and shut it a few seconds later. He listened to the
sounds of his house, the subtle creaks of it settling in itself.
He was fine with being a few minutes late to work, he had to be. Because after
last night, he knew Josuke was going to try something. Possibly suicide.
He had kissed the boy goodbye only a minute before, and Josuke’s drug-hazed
eyes looked sharper than normal, more determined than he had ever seen them.
Kira knew he was up to something.
He stood completely still, and he listened.
Less than five minutes had passed when he heard the sound of glass shattering.
He dropped his suitcase and ran to the hallway, flying down the narrow corridor
and flinging the guest bedroom open.
The mirror that had once hung on the wall lay in long silver shards on the
floor. Josuke was kneeled beside the mess, a blood smeared piece in his hand
while he carved into his other palm.
He didn’t even look to Kira when he rushed across the room to his side. His
eyes were flat, focused, entirely engrossed in the deep dripping lines he split
into his skin.
Kira cursed and grabbed his hands, slicing his finger as he wrestled the shard
of glass from him. Josuke watched vacantly as Kira threw the bloodied piece to
the side.
“You fucking slut.” Kira spat, grabbing a handful of Josuke’s hair. “Fucking
ungrateful, nasty--“
He could never remember being so full of blinding rage.
He stood and dragged Josuke across the floor by his hair. The boy flailed and
blood-slick hands pulled at his hold, but he didn’t make a single sound.
Kira drug him out into the hallway, his breath ragged as he looked up at the
ceiling. He spotted the pull string he was looking for. He released the boy
only long enough to pull the string, the panel of the ceiling opening with a
loud creak. He jerked it down and unfolded the stairs quickly before grabbing
Josuke by the hair again and yanking him up the stairs. The fact that Josuke
had to scramble behind him like some sort of animal did nothing to soothe his
red-hot anger.
The attic was full of dust, the small beam of light that fell from the small
window highlighting their lazy trails. He squinted in the musty air and dragged
Josuke to one of the support beams. He released his hair with a brutal push and
left him again to rifle through the few boxes that inhabited the small area.
Josuke was still where he had left him when he returned to him holding a long
length of orange extension cord in his hands. He dropped it beside Josuke and
pulled the boy towards the pillar, feeling sick satisfaction when his head
connected sharply with the beam.
“Did you think I would kill you for this, Josuke?” His voice was sharp and
cutting, panted between harsh breaths. “Did you think I would let you off so
easy for such blatant disobedience?”
He moved behind the beam and grabbed Josuke’s arms, forcing them behind him.
One of his shoulders emitted a sick pop and Josuke finally let out a pained
cry.
“Shut the fuck up, you fucking dog.” Kira snatched the cord from the floor and
began twisting it around his thin wrists. “After everything I’ve done for you,
after everything I’ve given you—“
He pulled both sides of the cord tightly, watching the orange rubber coating
bite into Josuke’s skin. He tied it quickly and efficiently, his fingers
slipping with the mixture of his and Josuke’s blood before giving it a tug,
making Josuke cry out as his injured shoulder was jostled.
Kira stood and ran his hands over the back of his pants. “You sit up here and
think of what you’ve done, you filthy brat.”
He let out a steadying sigh and ran his dirty hands threw his hair soothingly,
the heels of his shoes clacking hollowly on the dusty floorboards. He descended
the stairs, not looking back at Josuke.  
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Day 17
His hollow steps resounded in the dusty attic. Josuke had tensed when he first
heard them, but relaxed soon after. Kira was pleased that the boy couldn’t see
him from the angle he was at. If it weren’t for the ugly gashes on Josuke’s
hands, Kira would completely deprive him of any sort of company, but it
couldn’t be helped.
He crouched down to look at the damage. The blood had dried into a deep maroon,
appearing black in the dim lighting. The cuts looked deep, but as Kira poured
peroxide on them and the blood sizzled and foamed into a pink mess, he could
see that they weren’t as bad as they first appeared.
He cleaned the wounds diligently, not letting his touch linger too long as he
wrapped the wound tightly with a bandage. Josuke remained silent, not offering
an apology not a snide comment, nor a plea. That was fine. This was only day
one, after all. Soon enough he would break.
 
Day 18
It wasn’t until that night when Kira had a chance to climb to the attic again.
Josuke stirred as he heard the footsteps, and tried to turn his head.
“K…ira.” His voice was cracked and dry. It had been three days since he had
eaten or drank, so surely his throat was parched.
Even still, Kira said nothing. He crouched down again and began unwinding the
bandages. Josuke’s weak fingers tried to grab onto him, but he pulled his hands
away.
He heard the boy struggle to swallow. “K-Kira…”
He could smell the acrid scent of old urine. Josuke must have wet himself at
some point between yesterday and today. Surely he was uncomfortable. Even
still, he knew the boy needed a little longer.
He quickly applied fresh bandages and stood. As his footsteps reached the
stairs, he heard Josuke let out a dry sob.
 
Day 19
Nearly four days without food or water, without human contact or being able to
move, it had made Josuke a husk. When Kira finally revealed himself to the boy,
his violet eyes didn’t even look up.
Kira crouched down and looked closely at him. His cheekbones were more
pronounced now, and his skin had a waxy pallor. He almost seemed like a corpse,
if not for the feather light rise and fall of his chest.
“Josuke.” Kira whispered, brushing the dirty hair from his face and cupping his
cheek tenderly. “Can you hear me?”
“S…” Josuke licked his cracked lips, his mouth obviously dry. “S..sorry.” The
word was so hoarse and quiet that Kira could hardly hear it.
Kira placed a gentle kiss on his forehead as Killer Queen untied him. Josuke’s
arms fell to his sides and he let out a small whimper. They were surely sore
from being held behind him for so long.
He wasn’t all that strong, but he felt the desire to carry Josuke himself,
instead of his Stand. He picked up the boy, much lighter than he had
anticipated, and carried him slowly down the steps.
~
He held the straw steady as Josuke took needy sips of cool water. He clung
weakly to Kira’s hands as he moaned gratefully, obviously wanting to down the
whole glass, but Kira knew if he drank too fast he would vomit it up.
When the glass was half empty he sat it down, amused at the way Josuke watched
the motion like a hungry dog.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, my love.” He said softly, “Then we’ll have dinner.
How does that sound?”
Josuke nodded stiffly, his skittish eyes meeting his with boundless relief.
  
Day 24
Ever since that day, Josuke clung to him like he was the only person in the
world. To the boy, it was very nearly the truth. When he would kiss him goodbye
before work, Josuke would kiss him back, and when he closed the door, Josuke
would watch him tearfully, as if afraid he would never return.
When he did return, Josuke would cry again, this time in relief. Kira would
hold his head and kiss his tears away as he sunk the needle into the soft skin
of his arm—at this point, riddled with small needle punctures. After the drugs
took effect and Josuke’s eyes would grow dreamy and distant, they would spend
the rest of the evening in each other’s company.
On this particular day Kira was on the couch with files spread around him and a
pen in his hand. Josuke was on the floor facing him, his head resting on the
man’s thigh. Kira’s day at work had been a hectic one, and he told Josuke about
how their firm had taken on another client without warning, and how he had been
swamped with paperwork all day. Josuke didn’t talk much anymore, but Kira liked
that about the boy. It let him vent all he needed to without interruption.
“I know I’ll be getting overtime,” Kira continued, brushing his fingers through
Josuke’s hair before picking up another file and flipping it open, “But some
sort of warning about the merge would have been the polite thing to do.”
Josuke hummed and nuzzled his face into Kira’s thigh.
Kira sighed, looking over the contents of the folder. As he moved the papers to
the side, one of the thin edges ran over his fingertip and he felt a small
sting of pain. He let out a small surprised noise and let the paper fall back
into the folder as he turned his finger and watched a thin red line blossom on
his skin.
Josuke raised his head groggily and looked at the small cut. He surprised Kira
by gently grabbing his wrist and bringing it closer to him.
“It’s only a small cut.” Kira said, though his aggravation at the little wound
was clear in his voice.
Josuke placed a gentle kiss on his palm just as a large pink and blue hand
shimmered into existence. It had been so long since Kira had seen Crazy Diamond
that he was slow to act, but before he could summon his own Stand the hand was
gone, as was the thin red line. He looked down in shock.
How long had Josuke been able to summon his Stand? He could have hurt Kira. He
could have knocked him unconscious and ran away, he could have ended all of
this…
Kira looked at the unblemished surface of his fingertip, then at Josuke, who
was looking up at him like a puppy waiting for praise.
 
Day 27
As soon as he opened the front door, he could smell something cooking. He
entered the kitchen, suitcase still in hand, and saw Josuke at the stove,
stirring a pot of sauce. It was an odd sight indeed, partly because he had
never seen anyone else cooking in his kitchen, but also because he had never
given Josuke clothes, so the young man was preparing a meal completely naked.
Josuke didn’t seem to realize he had come in as he turned the pot down to a
simmer and grabbed the colander from the counter. When he turned around to go
to the sink, he flinched when he saw Kira in the doorway. The boy paused
briefly as his eyes widened, but a shy smile spread across his face. He
continued to the sink and hastily drained the water from the cooling noodles
there.
Kira sat his suitcase down slowly as Josuke hurriedly plated some noodles and
ladled a helping of the red sauce on top. He smiled at Kira again as he set the
plate down at the table, which had already been prepared with silverware and a
tall glass of wine. He looked expectantly at the man, wringing his hands
nervously in front of himself as Kira looked at the dinner that the boy had
prepared for him.
Without a word, Kira stepped forward and grabbed Josuke’s wrist. He led the boy
out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. He couldn’t eat the food, as delicious
as it smelled. The chances of Josuke poisoning it were too high, but even
still, Kira let him know how thankful he was at the sweet gesture.
This was the only time he could hear Josuke’s voice, when the boy was moaning
and whimpering in pleasure.
 
Day 28
There was no urgency in their movements against each other, no desperate need
for release. Their cocks were full and rutting lazily together, but they were
solely focused on kissing. Kira had a finger hooked into Josuke’s mouth and he
felt along the boy’s slick teeth as their tongues wetly entwined.
He had memorized every line of Josuke’s body but his free hand still roamed
over the planes of his skin. They had been together for such a short time, but
in that time his body had begun to feel like home.
“K…Kira.”
The boy hadn’t spoken in days, so his voice was scratchy and hoarse. Kira
stopped his movements and leaned up on his elbows to peer at him. Josuke’s
cheeks were flushed and his eyes were lucid and wide, with his dark loose curls
like a halo around his head.
The boy spread his legs open and timidly fisted Kira’s cock, helping lead it to
his entrance.
Kira was so overwhelmed with emotion that tears burned his eyes. He laughed
softly and kissed the tip of Josuke’s nose.
“I love you, Josuke.”
     
Day 30
It didn’t make sense. He could still smell the light scent of sex in the room,
but it was soon overtaken by the acrid smell of blood. He tried to open his
eyes, but every time he did he saw red. He tried to scream, to yell for help,
but his words came out garbled and he felt small pebbles rolling around in his
mouth and cutting his tongue. Something huge and heavy was hitting him, his
chest, his face, seemingly every inch of him.
Killer Queen, I have to call out Killer Queen. His mind was racing furiously,
but try as he might, every time he would feel the tension in his core—the
familiar feeling of summoning his Stand—it would dissipate almost immediately.
He couldn’t focus. He needed a second, a split second to understand what was
going on.
The flurried sound he heard (what he had assumed was some sort of echoing in
his mind) came into focus.
“Oraoraoraoraora!”
It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. Why was he being beat like this?
Why was his consciousness growing blurry at the edges, why was the bright red
he saw tunneling into darkness?
“J-Jotaro, you’re gonna kill him!”
Josuke. Josuke was yelling and crying. The name he spoke seemed familiar, but
his thoughts were scattered and had no chance of grouping together.
The onslaught ceased and his body throbbed hotly. He couldn’t tell where he
was. Every breath burned to take in, but his air-deprived lungs had to. Through
swollen lids, he opened his eyes. His vision was still red, but he could make
out a man towering over him, his eyes alight with a hate so deep that it
chilled even Kira. Josuke was behind him, crying and tugging at his chest, but
not budging him in the slightest. Kira tried to speak, but ended up spewing a
frothy mix of blood and pebbles—he realized that they were bits of broken
teeth.
The man spat on him, the warmth of it not even registering on Kira’s thumping
face. A purple blur appeared before him, and the cry of “Ora!” resounded again.
The tunnel of Kira’s vision grew narrower, before he was completely taken into
darkness.  
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Sometimes a fruitless act was better than no act itself. A month had passed,
but there had been no sign of Josuke. He had no idea how anyone else was
reacting to the situation, because he had pulled back from the investigation
when they boy vanished, surely at the hands of the killer. He was dead. There
was no way the stupid boy wasn’t dead. He probably ran into the killer and
tried to take him on one-on-one, and now he was gone from this world. Reimi
said she hadn’t seen his spirit fly past her, but Rohan knew in his heart that
Josuke was gone.
He shouldn’t care. People died every day in accidents, in sickness, in revenge,
for no reason whatsoever. But Morioh seemed less….vibrant. Less interesting
without that bratty teenager, and it got under Rohan’s skin. He wanted to do
something about it, but there seemed to be nothing to do. That bothered him
most of all.
Reading people had always been a hobby of his, but now it had become an
obsession. He would roam the town every day and every night until his feet were
covered in blisters and he could hardly take another step, taking every
opportunity to get someone alone and open them up.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
He walked and he read what seemed to be every person in Morioh until the spots
of blood in his shoes dried and his feet grew calluses, but he still couldn’t
find the killer. When he would get home he would collapse on the couch and turn
his head away from the blinking red light of his answering machine, knowing the
messages were from his editor. He hadn’t used his pen for his manga in nearly
three weeks, and that blinking light was like a warning in a sinking ship.
Stop. Stop. Stop. He heard the word every time the light flashed.
But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t know why. Rohan had an obsessive personality,
and when he latched onto something, he didn’t let go until he was satisfied. He
didn’t know why he had latched onto this case, this killer, to that stupid
bratty kid, but he was, and he wouldn’t be able to stop until he had answers.
~
Another day. He hadn’t bathed in a week, and hadn’t changed his clothes in
longer than that. For awhile now, he had held the thought that maybe the killer
had left town. The pressure had gotten to him, and he had finally fled. It made
sense. But Rohan still continued with his seemingly fruitless efforts.
Pages would open.
“I cannot move. I will answer Rohan Kishibe’s questions truthfully.”
Are you a murderer?
No.
Mark out the commands.
Pages close.
Next.
On two occasions, people had answered yes. Rohan’s heart had soared both times,
and he had manically thumbed through the pages.
One person felt like a murderer because they were vegetarian and had recently
eaten a piece of bacon. Rohan had nearly slugged that man.
The other had killed his wife months prior when he caught her cheating, and was
planning suicide very soon. He wasn’t a threat, he wasn’t the man Rohan was
looking for.
Fruitless. The whole thing was fruitless, but Rohan couldn’t give up (on
Josuke). He flipped through so many pages for justice (for Josuke), he needed
to find the bastard who took (Josuke) so many lives without reserve, who felt
no guilt at his actions, who hurt (Josuke) so many people.
“Yes.”
He was an autopilot and nearly marked out the commands until he realized what
the man had said. His heart picked up its pace, but he didn’t allow his hopes
to rise. With fingers sore from paper cuts, he flipped through the man.
An office man eager to get home to his wife. Stern, hardworking, private. He
was about to flip further in when he spotted the name.
Josuke.
He blinked and reread the line again and again, but he was so shocked that the
words had a hard time making sense to him.
Tonight I want to make something special for dinner. Josuke likes sweet things.
Was it his Josuke?
It couldn’t be.
Could it?
He couldn’t allow himself to hope. The page was from today. If it was true, it
meant that…
Rohan stepped back to look at the man. Neat blond hair, with a rogue lock
hanging over his forehead. Blue eyes frozen ahead, stopped midstep by Rohan’s
power. He had read that the man’s name was Kira Yoshikage. Could this man be
the killer?
He swallowed dryly. “Who have you killed?”
“Sugimoto Reimi…” The man spoke in a deep alluring voice, the list growing and
growing as Rohan fought to keep his legs from collapsing under him. But all
Rohan had to hear was that first name.
This was him.
“S-stop.”
The man’s mouth closed in the middle of a name.
Rohan felt like he might throw up. Such an average man, so ordinary. If Rohan
hadn’t had his power, he could have walked by this man a thousand times without
knowing his dark secret.
He swallowed again, his heart hammering in his chest painfully. He had to ask,
but it was terrifying to think of what he might get as an answer.
“…Higashikata Josuke. Is he alive?”
“Yes.”
Rohan clapped his hand over his mouth and felt like he might collapse. “O-oh.”
He had thought for the past month about what exactly he would do if he found
the killer, but deep down he had never expected to. He had rehearsed, every
night before bed, just what he would do, but now he felt in absolute disarray.
He wanted to kill the man. No, he wanted to save Josuke. No, he wanted to call
the police. No, he wanted to call Jotaro and let him have at the bastard.
He took a tight breath and brought his trembling pen forward to the pages in
front of him. He erased the man’s memories of the questioning before adding a
few new things.
“I am friends with Kishibe Rohan.”
“I trust Kishibe Rohan entirely with my secrets.”
“I take Kishibe Rohan to see Higashikata Josuke.”
And just for good measure,
“I must obey Kishibe Rohan.”
“I cannot harm Kishibe Rohan.”
With his stomach fluttering and flopping madly, he crossed out the command for
him to not move, and let his stand retreat.
Kira blinked and looked around dazedly before locking eyes with Rohan and
smiling. It sent shivers down his spine.
“Rohan-kun. I haven’t seen you in a long while.”
He didn’t trust his voice so he merely nodded and tried to return the smile.
Kira looked critically at him. “You look a tad pale, are you feeling alright?”
He touched Rohan’s shoulder companionably and gazed at him in concern. “You’ve
been working yourself too hard again, haven’t you?”
The false concern made Rohan’s skin crawl but he kept his lips in a tight smile
with effort. “Y-yeah, that’s exactly it.”
Kira patted him before his hand thankfully retreated. “Well, you’ve caught me
on my way home. Why don’t you join me?” He leaned down slightly to add in a
confidential tone, “I have something that might raise your spirits.”
~
Even though his Stand was always correct, looking at the boy, he knew he had
been fooled somehow.
With a voice thick with despair, he couldn’t help but say exactly what was
being hollowly repeated in his head. “He’s…dead.”
“Oh no, goodness no.” Kira assured him in a whisper, crawling onto the wide bed
beside the boy. “He’s only sleeping. I thought I was going to be at work a
little later tonight, so I gave him a stronger dose.”
Rohan was doubtful. It seemed too lucky, too absolutely above all hope that
Josuke was right there, sleeping peacefully, unharmed after all this time. But
as Kira lovingly tucked his dark hair behind his ear, the boy stirred.
Rohan stumbled forward and fell to his knees, his weary feet finally coming to
the end of their search. “…Josuke.”
“Honestly, I don’t know why I didn’t kill him.” Kira whispered fondly, settling
down on his side as he stroked the teen’s bare chest, “I had every intention
to, you know. But for some reason…I didn’t.”
His eyes burned as if he might cry. Josuke’s chest was rising and falling in
deep, even breaths. Even with the wicked man’s hand rubbing along the curve of
Josuke’s ribs, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.
“What have you done to him?” He asked hoarsely, reaching out to grab the edge
of the sheets, not daring to touch the sleeping boy.
“Whatever I’ve wanted.”
“…Have you hurt him?”
“Only when I’ve needed to.”
A hot bubble of anger blossomed in his stomach but he was too tired, too
relieved to act upon it. Instead he asked, “When will he wake up?”
Kira smiled at that and gently pulled the blanket from Josuke’s body, revealing
his naked form. “He’s quite a reactive little boy. Of course, he fought it at
the beginning, but now…”
Rohan watched with cold horror as Kira gingerly grasped Josuke’s soft prick
between his long fingers and stroked him.
Josuke’s brow knit together and he let out a low moan as his body writhed at
the touch and his cock quickly stiffened.
Kira laughed and placed a small kiss on his collarbone, making Rohan’s stomach
roll sickeningly. “I have him so well trained, don’t you think? He practically
lives for my touch.”
Josuke’s eyes fluttered open and they locked onto Kira, looking at him with
blank devotion. He didn’t even realize that Rohan was there.
Kira smiled warmly down at him. “I’ve missed you, darling. Have you been a good
boy while I was away?”
Before Josuke could respond, Rohan spoke up, his voice low and dark.
“Kira. Go to sleep.”
Immediately, Kira’s eyes dropped and he hummed tiredly. Josuke looked shocked,
glancing between Rohan and Kira, who was settling his head against the pillow
and already breathing in steady puffs.
Josuke sat up unsteadily and clumsily shook Kira, but the man was out like a
light. He whined and looked back at Rohan fearfully, an expression that nearly
broke Rohan’s heart.
He reached forward to touch Josuke reassuringly but the boy whimpered and clung
tighter to Kira.
“J…Josuke. There’s nothing to be scared about.” He spoke in a hoarse whisper,
“I’ve finally found you. It’s all over.”
Josuke whimpered again and shut his eyes.
Seeing him holding onto Kira for safety made Rohan indescribably sad.
With unsteady hands, Rohan dug his cell phone from his pocket. Even with its
blocky size, he fumbled with it and nearly dropped it as he pulled the antenna
out. It took him three tries to press the right numbers in, but when he finally
did, Jotaro picked up on the second ring.
As soon as the line connected, Rohan spoke in a flat voice. “Jotaro. I found
him.”
There was stunned silence on the other end. The man knew exactly who Rohan was
talking about. He recited the address in the same even tone and hung up,
knowing Jotaro would be there within minutes.    
Josuke’s eyes were still dazed from whatever Kira had been doping him up with,
but there was a spark of remembrance now.
Rohan stood up unsteadily and fought to keep himself from dragging Josuke off
the bed and away from the wretched man. “Josuke, you’re safe now. Please…” He
reached timidly out and touched his leg.
Josuke flinched minutely, but did not stop him. Carefully, as if he were
disarming a bomb, Rohan leaned forward and slid his arm under Josuke’s legs and
around his back. He gingerly picked the boy up, expecting it to be difficult,
but found that Josuke was quite light. He had definitely lost weight since he
had been captured. Josuke whined and slowly released Kira as he was lifted.
He took him a few tottering steps away from the bed before easing them both to
the floor, still holding Josuke against his chest.
It was remarkable. Josuke was in his arms, warm, alive, looking up at him with
those violet eyes that he thought he’d never get to see again. He laughed
softly, the tears that had been burning his eyes finally spilling down his
cheeks.
He had a million things he wanted to say, to ask, but he settled for something
easy. “Are you okay?”
Josuke’s lidded eyes merely looked curiously at him.
He realized that the teen hadn’t said a single word since he had been there.
Had Kira perhaps cut out Josuke’s tongue? His face crumbled as the thought
occurred to him. He wouldn’t put it past the man.
He brought a hand to the boy’s lips and gently urged them open, scared at what
he might see, but was shocked when Josuke willingly opened his mouth and his
warm, wet tongue ran over his fingers with a small moan.
Rohan was disgusted by the tight blast of arousal that wracked through his
core.
He yanked his hand back like he had been burned and Josuke whimpered, terror
lighting his hazy eyes.
“D…on’t…” With shaky, dry words Josuke closed his eyes and finally spoke,
though it was obviously hard for him, “h-hurt me. I’ve…been good.”
“Oh god,” Fresh tears sprung to Rohan’s eyes and he hugged Josuke tightly to
his chest “What has he done to you?” He repeated it over and over as he cried,
the tiredness, the pain, the worry and anger and sheer hopelessness of the last
month finally bursting forth from him.
He rocked both of them gently as he wept, even when his legs grew numb and his
tears dried up.
A door slammed open, shaking the small house. Rohan grew quiet as he listened
to the loud footsteps trudging through the house, heavy with purpose.
When they approached the room and the door was kicked open, Jotaro looked at
the two of them on the floor, then to the bed.
Star Platinum appeared before him as he nearly charged the bed, not hesitating
in the slightest to begin pummeling the peacefully sleeping figure. The first
hit had Kira fly from the bed and crumple against the wall like a doll, but
even as huge purple fists hit him again and again, Rohan didn’t feel satisfied.
“Kira, wake up!” He shouted over the roar of Jotaro’s Stand.
Immediately garbled grunts and pained noises left Kira. That was it, the
satisfaction Rohan wanted.
But the noises seemed to bring Josuke to life. Like a terrified cat, he clawed
at Rohan and scrambled from his grip, his face twisted in agony. He stumbled to
Jotaro and vainly tried to pull him away.
“S-stop! You’re gonna kill him!” The boy screamed.
Jotaro paused for a second and Rohan thought that he might actually stop.
Jotaro spat on the man below him and pummeled him again, Kira’s face looking
less and less human it was beat.
Star Platinum disappeared as Jotaro began using his own fists, the heavy thud
of them hitting bloody meat and the sharp crunch of breaking bone filling the
room, along with Josuke’s sobs.
Soon the wheezing, wet breaths of Kira ceased, but Jotaro continued.
Josuke crumbled to the floor and cried into his hands, and Rohan watched it all
as if he were far away, the only thought in his mind repeating over and over.
Josuke, what has he done to you?
Chapter End Notes
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