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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Shidou_Masayoshi, Cognitive_Goro/Akechi_Goro
  Character:
      Akechi_Goro, Shidou_Masayoshi
  Additional Tags:
      Misgendering, Trans_Character, Gender_Dysphoria, Parent/Child_Incest,
      Threesome, Forced_Pregnancy, selfcest, mind_breaking, Alternate_Universe
      -_Canon_Divergence
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-27 Words: 5888
****** Vessel ******
by pendejadas
Summary
     Goro fails to kill his cognitive self and is left with nothing. With
     his fate at the mercy of Shadow Shido and Cognitive Goro, he must
     endure their conflicting ideas of reward and punishment.
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Three bullets. Three more chances to make things right.
‘Failure will not be tolerated.’ echoes in his head as he grasps the gun,
finger trembling against the trigger. Shido had reminded him of that fact
beginning from their first meeting to what Goro had hoped would be their last.
Thinking quickly, Goro had managed to bring down the shutters, effectively
shielding the Phantom Thieves from his cognitive self and leaving him alone
with his wretched double. 
Goro is only alive through sheer force of determination. He stands on shaky
feet, swaying even as he plants his feet before his cognitive self who is only
slightly wounded, wielding a loaded gun, with two shadows guarding him. Goro
had never had it in him to give up, so he holds his gun steady again, shaking
violently as he does so; hoping to at the very least make due on his promise to
make his other self disappear.
But even as the two shots fired in quick succession, when he open his eyes he
sees Cognitive Goro smiling at him with a vacant look, applauding him cruelly.
The shots had missed entirely, landing only to hit the wide expanse of the
engine room behind him. Missing the mark so far he may as well have been aiming
to lose.
And in realizing this, Goro falls to his knees with a pained cry, bone hitting
the cold surface of the engine room with a loud thump. The adrenaline rush from
earlier battles wears off only to leave him with an incredible pain and
lethargy. The realization that he’d passed his life goal- his reason for
living, into the hands of another strikes him like yet another blow to the
heart. He didn’t even have to strength to follow through on his sole purpose.
And furthermore, in having failed to kill Cognitive Goro his sacrifice will
have surely been in vain when his double inevitably slaughters them. He truly
was hopeless; just as weak as Shido has always told him he was. It had been a
losing game from the very beginning, wasn’t it?
Dry sobs wrack his weakened body, forcing him to nearly wretch with the
intensity of his despair. Even worse, he hears the footsteps of the self he
hates most approach, coming down to his knees and removing his helmet before
cradling his crumpled face.  
“Don’t cry anymore, okay? It’ll be alright.” Cognitive Goro holds Goro’s face
gently, like a doll. He rubs circles into Goro’s cheeks before speaking again,
almost cooing. “It’s just like you said earlier. You can still make things
right.”
Goro looks up to meet gentle eyes, so different from the cold and hateful gaze
from earlier. He finds himself afraid but unable to move, like a cornered
animal. As tears keep spilling, Cognitive Goro simply rubs them away without
comment. In his weary state, the tenderness of such a gesture drains the fight
from him and he feels himself falling but not hitting the floor.
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Goro drifts in and out of consciousness, each time finding himself being
carried like a bride in Cognitive Goro’s arms. The thought of being in the
mercy of his other self- one who wears Shido’s faith in him like a badge of
honor- scares him to death. Instinctively, he reaches for his gun only to find
it’s gone. Hopelessness washes over him like a damp blanket and he can feel,
rather than hear, Cognitive Goro chuckle at his attempt to take back control.
“You of all people know how much he hates losers.” Cognitive Goro begins,
cradling Goro tighter to his chest. “You’ll have to receive your penance first.
Surely you can understand that the captain wants to maintain the order of
things, right?” His other self looks down to Goro with a placating smile, eyes
crinkling even though his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.
But if Goro doesn’t think too hard about those dead eyes, or the penance he’s
about to endure at the hands of his father… then perhaps it’s almost
comforting, being held like this. It’s foreign and not totally unwelcome,
especially when he needs so badly to rest, to be cared for. Whatever thiswas
would simply have to do.
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When Goro fully awakens, he finds himself splayed out across a lush, king sized
bed. It looks like a stately bedroom of some sort; judging by the lavishness of
it all he surmises that it must be a deluxe room. A confused noise escapes his
throat before he can stop it, and it’s then that he feels hands run delicately
across his head, nails barely scraping against his scalp. He’s exhausted, he
doesn’t know where he is, but the bed is so comfortable and the hands are so
gentle that he can’t help but close his eyes and lean into the touch, giving an
appreciative moan in response.
“Mm… where are we?” Goro questions.
His own voice answers back softly as those same hands continue to run through
his hair. “The captain’s suite.”
That answer combined with precisely who answered back is enough to force him to
lift himself up and onto his shoulders. He winces at the sudden movement he’d
made, exhaustion hitting him once more. Just another painful reminder of how
powerless he was, and it had only gotten worse. Here he was in the lion’s den;
not only powerless but a traitor as well. Laying beside the person who would do
anything for Shido. Weak still, he makes a hurried attempt to get away only to
find himself being gently pushed down by Cognitive Goro.
“Shhh, don’t fight it.” Cognitive Goro leans over to rest his chest across
Goro, forcing him to lay back down onto the soft mattress. “It’ll be better for
you if you can accept your fate. Please trust me.”
There’s nothing Goro can do besides scan the room, eyes wide, and swallow the
hard lump in his throat. Being beckoned to trust in his other self; this
disgusting puppet that Shido saw, but worse, what Goro was. The more his
exhausted body sinks back into the mattress; body languid, heart wrenching,
barely able to even fist his hand- the more he resigns himself to his fate and
whatever penance he’s set to receive.
A feather light kiss is placed on his forehead, to which Goro flinches as if
struck. A skin splitting fear swallows him, trembling like a newborn cub. Then
there’s another kiss placed on his temple, delicate still. As are the hands
that come to rest upon his cheeks, holding him in place as quick pecks pepper
his nose, his cheeks, the corner of his lips.
“You don’t have to be afraid anymore,” Cognitive Goro coos as he moves closer,
now straddling Goro.
The sudden intimacy renders him speechless, but the ravenous kiss that follows
shocks him more. He can’t move, can’t think, can’t breathe, much less make
sense of the way Cognitive Goro kisses him. Confused arousal pools in his belly
as a tongue swipes against his own tongue and lips. Hands return to cradle his
face, more forceful this time so that his other self can tilt Goro’s head, all
but forcing him to return the kiss in kind.
Breathless, he finds finds himself shifting beneath Cognitive Goro, desperate
for contact. The kiss wasn’t enough, and as strange as it was, he’d never been
touched so intimately before. There had been rough hands shoved between his
thighs before, sloppy lips at his breasts, teeth grazing his thighs hard enough
to hurt… but never this sort of sensual passion. This was entirely new, and if
his life was effectively over, he may as well enjoy this.
But then Goro feels a familiar hardness pressing insistently at his belly,
although he forgets the thought when lips come to suckle at the tender flesh
behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine. When Cognitive Goro pulls away,
an involuntary whine escapes from him. Embarrassed, Goro throws his arm over
his head to cover his eyes and tries to slow his breathing. It doesn’t even
register that he’s not alone when finally his eyes are closed, and he can at
least pretend that he wasn't being held by the two people he fears most.
It’s not until Goro hears the shuffling of clothes and pants being unzipped
that he opens his eyes and peeks from behind his arm with great trepidation.
Before him is his cognitive self stark naked, standing at the foot of the bed.
A prominent and leaking erection standing stiffly between his legs. His cock-
his cock, is modest, hardly impressive. Average as it may be, the fact that his
Cognitive self had a cock at all was shocking in and of itself. He’d dreamed of
it before; staring into the mirror with misery as spread his lower lips,
lamenting the absence in his pants. That he’d never be fully acknowledged as a
male without the organ. So he can’t stop himself from crawling to the edge of
the bed to reach out and touch the hardened penis in front of him. Curiously
tracing his finger up the underside of his length before he firmly grasps it
with his hand.
Thankfully, Cognitive Goro allows the tentative touches to his member. He looks
on to Goro with a fond look, knowing full well the awe he was experiencing, the
emotion of it leaking into his voice. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it? I’m the son
Shido-san always wanted.”
At those words, Goro retreats slowly. He thinks back to Shido’s crueler days;
when scathing rants against him were the sign that the older man was in a good
mood. “You’re no son of mine”, “A pervert in men’s clothing is all you are.”,
“Your very existence diminishes me, girl.” The words had stung, rang true in
the echo chamber of his damaged heart. And yet he sees an unabashed hope and
sense of pride in Cognitive Goro’s eyes, his other self relishing in the
validation he thought he’d achieved. They were both cut from the same cloth,
truly. Both having crawled on their knees for any scrap of kindness from Shido,
taking fragments of glass shards of decency and calling it love. For the first
time, he feels pity for his other self. They’d both been foolish.
Feeling less and less like himself the more he stares back at the empty eyes of
his double, Goro resigns himself to freely accepting the rough hands at his
breasts and harsh remarks towards his body. “These are disgusting. Now everyone
knows what you really are,” Cognitive Goro snarls as his fingers skim his latex
bound body.
Goro winces inwardly at the insults his other self throws at him. He resigns
himself to the knowledge that if he couldn’t even be kind to himself in the
cognitive world, then perhaps he’d never grow to love himself in any capacity.
“This outfit is so perverted,” Cognitive Goro sneers.
There are careful fingers pulling on the zippers in sensitive places, a stark
contrast from the ugly words being spat at him. “It’s obvious you’re a girl.
They all know now. Better yet, they know exactly what kind of girl you are.”
The last of the zippers are undone and thus the suit comes off easily enough.
Goro makes no move to cover his naked body, so similar and yet so different
from that of his cognitive self. Cognitive Goro lightly pushes Goro back down
onto the mattress, legs hanging over the edge of the bed.
Gone are the tender touches from before, soothing hands now replaced by the
brutish hands of his other self, eyes hungry. Cognitive Goro’s hands come down
hard onto Goro’s belly, making a loud slap as his hands impact the soft flesh.
Those same hands come to roam up and down the curves of Goro’s body, only
coming to stop and squeeze pert breasts.
There’s a cruel chuckle before Cognitive Goro speaks. “I suppose a feminine
body has its use too, wouldn’t you say?” The hands tweak his nipples, as if to
emphasize his point.
Goro shudders at the slight pain of it and rubs his thighs together
subconsciously, reveling in the pain. Cognitive Goro doesn’t miss that and
smiles wolfishly before he trails his hands down to ghost at Goro’s ribs, the
light touch making Goro’s nipples pucker and his skin prickle. The sensation is
not enough still, and he squeezes his eyes shut to lose himself in the cruel
touch of his other self.
Immediately, his eyes shoot open just as teeth sink into the tender flesh of
his left breast. Goro is too stunned to even yell, and then just as suddenly
there’s a tongue slowly licking the indents of teeth. The whiplash keeps Goro
pliant, unwilling and unable to fight back even when his other self finally
pulls away and meets his confused face with an innocent smile.
“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” Cognitive Goro’s coos as his eyes
shine with what Goro suspects is pride, and he cringes at the idea of having
this dismal doppelganger look at him that way.
Just then the tender touches come back, light kisses pressed against his
stomach and inner thighs like flowers in a book. Delicate and meant to be
cherished. He heaves a sigh of relief, even though better sense tells him the
erratic nature of his cognitive self will surely leave him hurting again. But
before he can ruminate more and dread what’s to come, the door flies open and
so quickly does Cognitive Goro retreat from him.
“Captain!” chirps Cognitive Goro, practically jumping from the bed to meet a
non responsive Shido.
His father’s shoulders are squared, eyes yellowed, and with him comes an aura
of intensity that makes him want to run or vanish from thin air. Still, Goro
finds himself rooted to the spot; legs parted, pussy slick, nipples hard, and
mind reeling. He watches with sick surrender as Cognitive Goro excitedly kisses
Shido’s closed mouth, all but throwing himself on him and receiving a hard
spank to the ass as a result.
“Don’t be so desperate.” Shido orders Cognitive Goro, slightly shoving him back
before he pivots and turns to walk to the bed.
Cognitive Goro seems to recoil from the admonishment, but pipes up to speak
again as if Shido had never given him an order to tone it down. “Ah, so you can
see that I’ve followed through on your previous order.”
“It seems you did.” Shido agrees, stopping just short of the bed.
Cognitive Goro follows closely behind, like a puppy trailing behind its mother.
He hurriedly strides past Shido and callously grabs Goro by the ankles, pulling
the frightened boy with him as they move towards the middle of the bed, as if
presenting Goro to Shido. Setting fresh meat down at his feet. Cognitive Goro
smiles, devoid of any real joy when he faces Goro, starkly different from the
bright looks he turns to Shido with. He kneels in between Goro’s legs and parts
them easily before he uses a single finger to trace along Goro’s slit. He beams
when his finger comes back with a trace of wetness and presents his finger to
Shido.
“Look.” Cognitive Goro wags his wet finger in Shido’s general direction before
he suckles it, ridding himself of the fluids. “I promised you he’d be good. We
both want nothing more than to please you, Shido-san.”
At Cognitive Goro’s slight bow, Shido pats him on the head. “As it should be.
Come and take your reward, my son.”
Even in his hazy state of mind, Goro can feel the unbridled joy his other self
must feel. Because he’d lived that, felt that. Clinging to any semblance of
familiarity or affection, boundaries blurring when lust entered the equation to
create a fiery, self destructive need to please. To serve. To be loved.
Shido walks a few steps away to seat himself on a large captain’s chair. He
sits down with his legs far apart and Cognitive Goro doesn’t even need to be
told what to do. No, immediately he sinks down onto his knees and slips off
Shido’s belt, unzips his slacks and reaches into the older man’s underwear to
pull his tremendous length out. Despite being half hard, the sheer size of his
length is daunting for even someone as eager as Cognitive Goro. Unphased,
Cognitive Goro wraps his hand around the base of Shido’s thick cock, his dainty
fingers dwarfed by his father’s girth. Pliant lips come to kiss the tip before
lowering down Shido’s length, bobbing up and down as spit dribbles down his
chin. The noises his cognitive self makes are wanton, loud even with his mouth
plugged up with a hard cock. Huge hands come to fist in Cognitive Goro’s hair,
forcing the boy to take more so that he can fuck his face.
It’s then that a feeling of deja vu hits Goro suddenly. To look on such an
obscenity with roles reversed, but still powerless, still needy... The
realization that he’d never changed dawns upon him like a foggy morning after a
long night. First it had been his rampaging powers, then his gun, his mouth,
his pussy. He’d never be enough to Shido, and yet he could never accept that
plain truth. Always offering more and more until he’d become exactly whoever
Shido needed him to be, to the tee. Still not enough. Goro doesn’t look away
from the pathetic display in front of him, even though he so badly wants to.
“Wait,” Shido replies coolly even as his hips seem to buck at a more frenetic
pace.
Still, Cognitive Goro makes no move to get off and seems to bob his head even
faster. Without warning, Shido shoves Cognitive Goro’s head back, forcing the
boy off his cock. Even so, his cognitive self takes the cruelty in stride,
scrambling to sit up on his knees as he purses his swollen lips and waits for
Shido’s order.
No such order comes. Shido gets up without a word, ignoring Cognitive Goro
entirely as he removes his slacks and underwear. He strides towards the bed,
massive cock standing erect and bobbing with every wide step he takes. He only
stops to sit at the edge of the bed, now facing a petrified Goro.
Just past Shido is a seething Cognitive Goro, brows furrowed and spit still
slicking his chin. Shido gestures for Cognitive Goro to get up, and pats the
space beside him. His cognitive self races to the bed, firmly planting himself
by Shido’s side. Eyes hopeful, swollen lips parted, and his leaking cock
standing tall in his lap.
“Use your cock to fuck him.”
“Him?” Cognitive Goro asks incredulously, as his eyes flick rapidly between
Goro and Shido.
“Do I need to repeat myself, boy? Do as you’re told or face the consequences."
Shido licks his lips and speaks lowly; never takes his eyes off Goro even when
he addresses Cognitive Goro. "As he soon will.”
Cognitive Goro seems to shrink at the order but complies nonetheless. Shido
merely watches, scooting himself to fully sit on the bed so that he can watch.
Goro can hardly comprehend the actions around him, not when Shido is so close
to him, so close Goro could reach out and touch him if he wanted. The proximity
in this context makes him want to self immolate, taking everyone down with him
in passionate flames of hatred.
Goro is so far gone that he ignores his cognitive self positioning himself
between his legs, the mattress just slightly sinking down between them.
Instead, he focuses on the way even Shido’s large hand can’t totally envelop
his enormous length. Slick with spit, Shido’s hand glides easily up and down
the veiny shaft. The sight of it brings back horrid memories; a familiar,
shameful surge of arousal when he remembers. Goro licks his lips as he thinks
back to the large vein along the underside of Shido’s cock. Remembers how it
would throb against his tongue if he pressed his tongue flat against it,
feeling Shido’s need for him. It had made his heart soar, and his mind retch,
every time he debased himself in the name of furthering his goal. 
A goal that became muddied the more he engaged with Shido. His hands like
talons, sinking into his tender, affection starved heart. Needing anyone, but
never being needed himself. He’s sure Shido saw that in him, his cognitive
self’s demeanor is proof of that. He’d never wanted to be on his knees, swore
he’d destroy Shido, and yet he ended up falling into the same trappings, losing
himself entirely in a love drunk pursuit of validation. It's a goal that he far
too easily lost sight of, confused as to whether or not he wanted to ruin Shido
or be ruined by him.
Goro is shocked out his stupor when he feels the tip of Cognitive Goro’s cock
press against his wet hole, lining up for penetration. Were he anywhere else,
anyone else, he’d rail against how abhorrent the situation was; his own father
jerking off not even a foot away from his head, his cognitive self priming
himself to fuck him raw. It was so inherently depraved, and yet he makes no
move to escape. Couldn’t even lift his head if he tried.
Goro does his best to relax as he feels his other self struggle to sheath
himself, a few messy jerks of his hips end up with the tip poking at his
asshole and labia. Goro uses two fingers to spread his lips and invite
Cognitive Goro inside. Shido gives an appreciative grunt in response to Goro’s
receptiveness, and Goro can’t miss the flicker of what he assumes is jealousy
on his cognitive self’s face. Just as quickly as it appeared, it’s gone and
replaced with a look of unabashed desire at finally sheathing himself inside.
Goro himself lets his head fall to the side and notices the hurried pace of
Shido’s hand. Without thinking, he bucks up just a bit and his cognitives
self’s eyes break away from holding Shido’s intense gaze to clamp shut. Both
Goros hips meet in an out of sync pace; messy wet sounds follow every sloppy
grind as they try to please themselves and watch Shido at the same time.
Content with the show put on, Shido gets up to positions himself behind
Cognitive Goro. From beneath them both, Goro can see the almost bored look
Shido wears versus the look of absolute bliss Cognitive Goro puts on at finally
getting the attention put back on him.
Both Goros go completely still as they wait for Shido to set the pace,
obedience winning out even above even their own pleasure. Shido pushes his cock
into Cognitive Goro without ceremony, forcing his cock deep into the boy’s
asshole. And with every slam of Shido’s hips, so comes the subsequent slam of
Cognitive Goro’s hips into Goro. With Shido dictating the brutal pace, their
pleasure ramps up quickly.
“Th-Thank… you!” Cognitive Goro howls as he reaches back around to wrap his arm
behind Shido’s neck, voice wavering with every attempt to speak. “I love having
my ass... stuffed w-with Papa’s cock!”
Shido merely grunts at the intimate gesture, driving hard and harder into the
boy with a wet slap. Just over Cognitive Goro’s shoulder, Goro catches Shido’s
lustful glare. Their eyes hold each other for so long that it feels as if
Cognitive Goro has disappeared, even as the boy is sandwiched between them,
babbling about his adoration for Shido.
“I want your seed, Daddy,” Cognitive Goro begs as he attempts to back up onto
Shido’s cock, even as Shido’s large hands hold him by the hips to keep him
steady. “Please fill me up…”
And yet, even as Cognitive Goro loses himself in getting fucked by Shido, the
more Shido and Goro lose themselves in being close but not close enough.
Seeming to sense this, Cognitive Goro works himself harder despite the
overstimulation to his cock and prostate. Goro himself feels completely lost in
needing more contact somehow, needing Shido to be the one to touch and fuck
him. So far gone that he can’t even be angry with himself for becoming
something he hates.
Cognitive Goro goes nearly limp like a ragdoll despite his stiffening while
Shido pounds into him. There’s tears forming at the corners of his eyes even as
he smiles deliriously. “G-gonna cum…” he mewls weakly.
With that, Shido wraps his arms around Cognitive Goro’s thin torso and pulls
him back with him, forcing his cock to withdraw from Goro’s pussy with a
squelching noise. Goro laments the sudden emptiness and squeezes his thighs
together for more friction as he watches Shido take a hand to Cognitive Goro’s
small cock. Shido’s hand completely covers the boy’s cock, the tip pokes out of
his fist every few seconds or so in time with every thrust into his ass. It
can’t be more than thirty seconds before Cognitive Goro throws his head back
onto Shido’s shoulder as he keens, cum spraying as far as Goro’s belly.
Shido continues pumping his cognitive self until he’s spent, then throwing the
boy off the side of the bed. He lands on his back, breathless and looking just
slightly wounded at Shido’s immediate disinterest. Both Goros lay side by side
now, Cognitive Goro radiating negativity even as his cock lays spent against
his quivering belly. However, Goro can’t bring himself to dwell on his
counterparts obvious jealousy when he feels the mattress sink down as Shido
slowly crawls towards him to hover over him. Goro feels small then, his
father’s intimidating stature all the more imposing when he looms over him,
cock raring to claim him once more.
Still, Goro does not flinch away from Shido’s wanting eyes, holding eye contact
even as he feels a hand push against the crook of his knee while the other
positions his cock at his welcoming pussy. Shido pushes his cock in with a
guttural grunt, forcing Goro’s wet pussy to take all of him. It’s then that
Shido places both of his hands at the backs of Goro’s knees and pushes his legs
so far back so that his ankles nearly lay behind his head. At this, Goro moans
at how good it feels to be completely filled by his father’s cock. Properly
fucked after waiting all this time. It’s no wonder his cognitive self was
reduced to a babbling mess just upon insertion.
“You think this is a reward, don’t you?” Shido snarls down at Goro. “A bitch
like you belongs on her back. Legs spread just like this…” Shido squeezes the
backs of Goro’s knees to punctuate his point. “Take my fat cock like a good
girl does. ”
All the while, Shido rams his cock so hard into Goro’s pussy that the mattress
sinks down with every thrust and bounces back up with every retreat of his
father’s hips. Attempting to take the reins in even the smallest of ways, Goro
fists his hands into the bedsheets for leverage as he tries to grind back
against Shido. But the older man is simply too powerful and bears down against
Goro’s attempts to regain control, spreading the boy’s legs wider. He’s
completely and utterly at Shido’s mercy, unable to move at all unless it’s to
scream or strain his neck. Once again, it’s as if they’re alone again. The only
people in the world.
“Your tight little cunt keeps sucking me back in,” Shido says through gritted
teeth, removing his hand briefly to harshly slap Goro’s inner thigh before he
returns it to the back of Goro’s knee. “Cock slut.”
Neither the insult nor the slap to his thigh stings; in fact, they only serve
to arouse Goro more. He finds himself in a haze of lust, arousal pooling deep
within his belly at the carnal satisfaction being fucked by his father brought
him. Cognitive Goro had been right in asking Goro to trust him. Shido’s cock
was magnificent. How could have even thought to fight against this? Right now,
there’s nothing he wants more than to be pummeled by Shido until he’s dripping
and trembling.
Goro hears a whimper next to him and he dares to turn to Cognitive Goro beside
him; his other self’s eyes as cold as they were when he’d initially approached
him in the engine room. It feels like a lifetime ago, a life that’s gone and
over. The Phantom Thieves would likely think Goro had died, taking Cognitive
Goro down with him. The reality in fact is much worse. To shake the thought of
his failure, he turns away from his cognitive self and looks Shido straight in
the eye. Facing what he hates most. Goro relishes in the way Shido’s nostrils
flare and sweat begins to form on his brow as he draws closer to his own
climax. Seeing the physical effects of the need he instilled in Shido gave him
a sick sense of satisfaction.
Goro dares to lift his hand and slowly approach his clit and Shido slaps it
away to rub mess circles along Goro’s swollen clit himself. Goro shudders the
minute the bundle of flesh is touched, mouth closing to bite back moans and
hands digging into the mattress below them. Shido is ruthless, his hips bucking
into Goro at a brutal, animal pace to overstimulate the boy beneath him.
Excess fluid begins to gush from Goro’s urethra, making the noise of their sex
even more obscene and wet. Goro can’t stop himself from hurling over the
cliff’s edge; coming so hard his entire body seizes and stills, a stream of
fluid sprays and lands on his belly to mix with his cognitive self’s cum from
earlier. At the moment of orgasm, Goro opens his mouth to scream but no sound
comes out. Shido’s pace doesn’t hiccup for a moment, even as Goro has been so
thoroughly fucked that he’s completely boneless and only able to yelp and moan
like a whore as Shido continues pummeling into him.
After having came, Goro is more lucid and it dawns on him that Shido is fucking
him raw, brutal pace still intensifying and likely to spill at any moment.
 “Shido-san… ah,” Goro starts, voice feeble, “We don’t have a condom.” Words
tumble from his lip weakly, like spittle.
In response, Shido shoves himself into Goro, harder and faster. Powerful hands
pinning Goro’s legs back behind his head. “Accept your punishment like a good
little girl.”
“N-No! Father…!” Goro cries out, desperate and petrified. He screams, as
thinking that reminding Shido of the fact they’re family will make the older
man stopm when in fact it spurred him on more. “Please... don’t!”
“Your sloppy cunt is milking me for my seed.” Shido adds to the threat by
pistoning his hips at a rapid pace, nearly forcing his entire body weight onto
Goro, driving in so deeply that he hits Goro’s cervix. “You’re begging to be
bred.”
Goro attempts to bring his hands up, weakly resting them on Shido’s belly as if
the simple act will stop him from ravaging his pussy and taking what he wants.
Goro begins to panic then, realizing again how helpless he truly is. He looks
to Cognitive Goro with pleading eyes, desperate for help, but his other self
simply stares back blankly, watching as Shido gives a low moan and plunges his
cock deep into Goro’s pussy to ensure impregnation.
Shido waits for a moment after he finishes inside Goro, still unsympathetic to
the boy’s very real fears of getting pregnant. By hisfather no less. Shido
pulls away with a grunt and gives a firm slap to Goro’s sore, wet pussy.
“You should be grateful to take the same seed that created you. You’re to carry
my legacy to fruition. I’ll breed you whenever I please, understood?” Shido
asks, but it’s not a question at all.
Goro can do nothing but give a shaky nod in response, and cover his face with
his sticky hands so that he doesn’t have to face the reality of what’s
transpired; of having his father's cum leak from his bruised pussy, the Phantom
Thieves inevitably meeting their fate at Shido’s hand, his belly soon beginning
to swell as his own father’s child grows inside his belly. It’s too much.
Goro does his best to block out the surrounding world until he hears the
shuffle of clothes and the click of the door. Not caring who left, Goro gives a
heaving sob and cries into his hands. Tears falling so constantly that tears,
mucus, sweat, blood, and cum mixes altogether on his face. He cries so hard he
begins to hyperventilate and has to remove his hands from his face to breathe.
That's when he sees Cognitive Goro, still fully nude and flaccid. The
embodiment of hostility.
“How dareyou be so ungrateful…” Cognitive Goro sneers, hand moving back as if
primed to hit him. “He gives you his gift and yet you’re lying here sniveling
like an infant…?!”
 The hand reels back and gives Goro a harsh slap on the cheek. “You don’t
deserve his seed! I’m good to him. I’m the one who obeys. I’m the one who’s
indispensable... you’re just a novelty toy!”
Shaking hands come to shield Goro’s face from another hit but it never comes.
Instead, Cognitive Goro’s hand comes to rest on his belly, splaying out wide
and pressing down firmly. The action forces Goro to squirm and writhe as he
tries to get away from his cognitive self’s rough hand. It’s then that he can
feel cum beginning to leak from him then. And his legs instinctively attempt to
close only to be forced open by his other self.
“This is mine,” Cognitive Goro snarls, face so close to Goro’s pussy that his
breath tickles him.
There’s a whimper before Cognitive Goro swiftly swoops in to lap at Goro’s
leaking pussy, licking up every drop of Shido’s cum. Goro gasps when he feels
his other self’s tongue enter his hole, thoroughly cleaning him. The sensation
would feel nice if it wasn’t far too late already. He lays back and gasps at
being worked at by his cognitive self’s tongue, too defeated to do more than
lay back and accept punishments as they come. When finished, Cognitive Goro
rises from between Goro’s legs, his face shiny and slick with fluids, eyes full
of malice.
 “Shido-san already has his right hand man. Don’t you dare think of being
anything more than a walking womb. You’re just as inconsequential as every
other woman he’s spilled inside.” Cognitive Goro’s gaze lowers, as does his
voice.
”Like mother, like daughter, huh?”
The door slams not a moment later, Cognitive Goro left him in a hurry, likely
eager to get back into Shido’s good graces and finish off the Phantom Thieves.
For Goro and the ragtag team of heroes, it’s much too late. He thinks back to
the promises made, both fulfilled and unfulfilled. He thinks back to his vow to
enact justice, his lifeline for the better part of his miserable life. His
flash in the pan of a life began and ended with Shido, and now so would theirs.
All because of him.
End Notes
     Let's just pretend Shido's arc is a great big sex playground where
     plot and logic don't matter.
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