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The sun had been down for hours now.

Morioh was quiet at night. Everyone in that sleepy little town had gone home for the night and the streets were typically empty by eleven or twelve, but there were a few places where those that chose to stay awake were able to go to have fun.

That sort of crowd had always been considered dangerous, but at this point, Jotaro didn’t care where he’d end up. He’d been stressing for weeks over finding the suspect behind the disappearances in this town, and now even the slightest disruption would irritate him.


He knew why. Aside from having to hand around a group of rowdy high schoolers (and sometimes Rohan), he never had any time to himself. Being around his kid uncle all the time only led to trouble, he never had a moment alone where he could do more… adult things.

Naturally, when the sun set and he parted ways with Josuke and his friends, after he’d went back to his room and gotten ready for his night, he started walking the path opposite to that of Morioh Grand Hotel. The closer he’d gotten to the inner city, the better. Jotaro knew he was in the right place as soon as he heard the distant, rhythmic thumping of club music from a few blocks down.

This part of town was sketchy, and although he didn’t anticipate to run into any other Stand users, he ditched his usual flashy white hat and coat. Instead, he chose to stick with his plain black turtleneck, which was tucked into crisp, white dress pants and held together with a black belt.

His dark curls were slicked back, as always. The lack of his hat showed off his full brows that gently arched, drawing attention to the stark color of his eyes. The gold studs in his earlobes glinted under the dim street lights. He couldn’t help but feel butterflies in his stomach as he approached the source of the music; a black, rectangular building that was about three stories high, which bore no sign on the outside.


While there was no sign explicitly stating that the club was a gay bar, it was well known throughout the town that if someone was looking for a fling with a person of the same sex, they’d definitely find it there.

He slipped inside of the building with ease, making sure that nobody saw him go in. There was no sort of security outside, but Jotaro could have sworn that he had felt eyes on him.


The hallway was dimly lit with purple and blue lights. A few people were idly chatting and leaning against the walls, with some guests being clearly intoxicated. Jotaro easily shrugged past them and continued into the main room.

The heavy vibrations from the music pierced straight into his chest, his senses a bit overwhelmed by the combination of loud talking, booming electronic music, vibrations from the bass, the unstable flashing of the lights on the dance floor, and the muddled scent of alcohol, sweat, and sex.


Jotaro briefly reconsidered leaving and going back home.


He shook the thought from his head and continued through the crowd, passing the dance floor in favor and sitting at the bar. He was never fond of dancing at clubs. He instead liked to pass the time by drinking at the bar and sometimes talking to (and usually rejecting) the people that would hit on him during the night.

He picked a stool in the middle, where a younger bartender was eager to take his order. He never really looked over the menu, so he told the kid to just give him something strong.

As he waited for his drink, he glanced over his shoulder to look at the people sloppily dancing against each other and flirting. He grimaced a bit. So all the other patrons had the same idea as him, huh?


As soon as he turned back around, another man had slipped into the seat next to him. It was hard to make out his face from the flashing purple and blue lights in the room, but he’d seen enough to know that the man wasn’t hideous.

The man flashed him a polite smile. Jotaro couldn’t help but notice that the way the flashing lights cast shadows across his face made him appear almost mysterious.


Jotaro was intrigued.


“What are you having?” The man inquired. Jotaro could barely make out the question over the booming music, so he leaned a bit closer to answer.

“I don’t know. I just asked for something strong,” he answered loudly, watching the way the blonde seemed to recoil a bit.

“Ah, I see. I was going to ask the bartender for the same drink to try to flirt with you, but I’m a bit of a light-weight.” He laughed, resting his elbow on the counter as he shot Jotaro a sultry gaze.

Jotaro cocked an eyebrow as he sipped at his drink. “At least you’re honest.” He couldn’t help but crack a small smile. “What’s your name?”

The man’s lashes fluttered as he glanced down, seeming to not have heard Jotaro’s question. His gaze fell in lap. Jotaro noticed the man’s free hand was in his pocket. Whatever. It didn’t really bother Jotaro that much.


“So, be honest, what are you here for?” The blonde asked, tilting his head to the side.

Jotaro sighed and put down his glass, running his hand through his dark curls. “I just wanted to hook up with someone to relieve some stress.”

He watched the other laugh freely. “I was hoping for the same thing… Would you want to partner up for the night?” He offered. “Apologies if I’m being too straight-forward. I don’t like wasting time.”

Jotaro simply nodded, as if to say “agreed”. This was the smoothest hook-up he’d ever organized. At least this guy wasn’t beating around the bush. He was attractive, (seemingly) normal, and wanted nothing more than a fling.

“Anywhere is fine,” The man piped up, interrupting his train of thought. “Anywhere that’s private, I mean. People that do things like that,” he turned and motioned towards a couple in the far corner of the dance floor that were grinding on each other. Jotaro turned to look at them and rolled his eyes.

“They’re kind of embarrassing, don’t you think?”

Again, Jotaro nodded and began to stand up out of his chair, fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. “Let’s find a hotel or something around here.”

The man reached forward and lightly touched Jotaro’s hand, as if to stop him. “There’s no need to leave so early. Finish your glass, I’d like to have something, too. I’ll also grab the check.”

The dark-haired man murmured a small “thanks” as he began to finish his drink. Jotaro and the stranger continued to chat idly while they drank. Jotaro was secretly relieved that this had been so easy. His first time out in years, and he managed to find an attractive, kind man with a no-bullshit attitude that was willing to pay for his drinks and the hotel.


How lucky. He thought to himself.



The two left the bar around one in the morning once they’d ran out of things to chat about over their drinks. Jotaro only had two drinks, and the stranger had one, but while they chatted, Jotaro learned a few things about the stranger. He was a shy office worker who was only five years older Jotaro, and he’d never really played around with his sexuality until now. Jotaro listened to the man’s story, counting down the minutes until the man finished and was ready to go to the hotel. Jotaro followed him with his left hand in his pocket, his vision occasionally dipping every now and then. That’s odd… Whatever. He shook his head and blamed it on his lack of sleep.

By the time they’d checked into a shady hotel and headed to an elevator, Jotaro was feverish. His head was hot and his heart was thumping madly in his chest. God, has it really been this long? I feel like an excited teenager. He thought to himself, embarrassed.

He leaned against the wall of the elevator, the soft *dings*  from the elevator ringing in his ears. His heartbeat and breathing became loud in his ears, and the room started to spin.

A gentle touch to his hand felt electric. Reassuring fingers laced with his own, and he glanced down to see the stranger smiling warmly up at him. “Excited?” He hummed, enjoying the way Jotaro glanced away to avoid his gaze. The doors slid open and the stranger lead the way to their room, swiftly unlocking the door and pulling Jotaro inside.


Before he could even do anything, Jotaro shut the door and ambushed the stranger, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Their lips met, and Jotaro felt himself slowly grow more heated, his head fuzzy as their kiss was hesitant at first, but gradually it grew into something more, with tongue, and teeth and desperate, roaming hands.

The stranger tasted faintly of alcohol and mints, and something else Jotaro couldn’t quite identify. Jotaro felt himself melting as he raked his fingers through soft blonde hair, his nails scratching pleasantly against the other’s scalp.

The stranger parted from their kiss, almost having to pry Jotaro off of him. “A-are you okay?” He huffed. Jotaro gave his partner a once-over, feeling his heart flutter at the sight of the stranger staring up at him with lidded eyes and disheveled hair. His pink tongue darted out to wet his lips.


The only word Jotaro could use to describe the sensation that he was feeling would be… Overwhelmed. He could barely hear anything over the sound of his heart pumping in his chest, the room was spinning, his vision kept flickering and every touch was setting him on fire. Was he maybe… Drunk? No way. He’d only had two drinks, he didn’t remember drinking anymore. Jotaro stumbled to the bed to sit down for a minute, but his legs were heavy and clumsy, leading him to trip and fall to the floor, his limbs betraying his mind.

Jotaro started to panic. He wanted to sit up, he wanted to collect himself, but he couldn’t move, he couldn’t think. All he could do was try to keep his breathing steady.

All that he knew was that he was sleepy. So, so sleepy. His eyelids were heavy, and he was starting to drift off. He fought to stay awake.

Suddenly, the stranger came into his view, a sinister grin lighting his lips. “Goodnight, Kujo-san,” he purred as he crouched down and watched Jotaro fade in and out of consciousness.


When… Did I give him my name?


The realization that he had been drugged hit him the moment he noticed a light pink, human-like apparition form behind the man. The aura it gave off couldn't have been mistaken for anything else.

A Stand user…?!

Before he could defend himself, Jotaro blacked out.




A dull throbbing between his temples ripped Jotaro out of his drug-induced sleep. His vision slowly settled as his own hands came into view, close to his face.

A dull ache in his back told Jotaro that he’d been curled up in a fetal position during his sleep. He groaned and tried to rub his neck to relieve the tension in it, only to find that his hands were bound together by the wrists. He rolled over and slowly sat up, noting that his ankles were also bound together with thick rope.

“S..tar--” He struggled to put his words together, finding his voice scratchy and his tongue unable to form the words he needed to summon his Stand.


Okay. So this was a minor setback, but Jotaro will be fine.

After all, he could summon Star Platinum without speaking.


He focused all his energy into summoning his stand, only to feel empty inside. He felt the faint glimmer of Star’s presence, only to have it dissipate a mere second after he managed to call it. Damn it… Jotaro wasn’t one to cry often, but he found himself blinking back tears of frustration. He felt like screaming, but he knew that he couldn’t. What the fuck happened last night?

This was something he blamed on the drug.

He glanced down to see that he was still fully clothed. There wasn’t any sort of distinguishable scent in the room, other than the smell of laundry detergent from the sheets underneath him. He didn’t smell sweat on himself, either, or any distinct cologne, so… Perhaps he wasn’t assaulted last night?


Jotaro furrowed his brows, confused. Isn’t that why people drug others? To assault them… Right?

Well, for whatever reason why he wasn’t assaulted, he was grateful. But it still didn’t make sense… What sort of merit would there be in kidnapping someone and just keeping them locked up?

Jotaro gulped when he heard the distinct sound of keys jingling and a door unlocking. After a moment of silence, gentle footsteps padded towards the room and Jotaro locked his eyes on the door. Sluggish as he was, he was sure to stay as calm as he could during this ordeal. The handle dipped and in stepped the stranger from last night. He was adorned in a light green, striped dress shirt that had the first three buttons undone. His white pants were rolled up at the hems and he was missing a belt. Jotaro imagined that he was dressing down from his day at work… this guy was an office worker, right?

“Ah, you’re awake!” The stranger exclaimed as his face lit up. He rushed in and sat on the edge of the bed where Jotaro was curled up, looking down at him with a delirious grin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think that what I used was that strong,” He sighed, gently brushing back the hair that had fallen out of Jotaro’s slicked-back hairstyle with delicate fingers. “You’ve been asleep for almost two days.”


Jotaro’s mouth went dry. Two days? Without using the bathroom, eating, drinking water, or moving?

“Water,” Jotaro rasped. He couldn’t find the strength to wriggle away from the stranger’s hand. He was leaning against the headboard of the bed, feeling as if he were being weighed down.

The stranger offered a cat-like smile and nodded. “Of course,” On the bedside table, there was a bottle of water, which the stranger swiftly uncapped and held to Jotaro’s lips. Jotaro hesitated.


“Go on,” he encouraged darkly, his loving tone suddenly dropping.


Jotaro obliged and raised his head a bit as the bottle was gently tipped and water gushed into his mouth. His lips were still clumsy and heavy, and a bit of water managed to dribble out and spill down his neck and shirt. God, how humiliating… Jotaro wanted nothing more than the strength to be able to kick this guy’s teeth in.

He would have downed the whole thing in a gulp if the stranger hadn’t pulled it away from him when he was nearing the end of the drink.

The stiff fabric of the stranger’s dress shirt was pulled over his hand and dabbed lightly at the water dotting Jotaro’s lips and neck. “Sorry. If I had given you anymore, I thought you would have drowned.” He sighed, rolling up his sleeves once he was finished.

“Your...n-ame,” Jotaro managed to get the words past his lips now that his throat wasn’t as dry. He was sure that the other could see the dark circles under his eyes. Jotaro hoped that he appeared harmless. He needed to know everything about this man, to gain his trust. He wasn’t going to be stuck here forever.


“Me?” The man shot Jotaro another sultry glance. “My name is Kira. Kira Yoshikage.”


Jotaro’s blood ran cold in an instant. He’d been hunting for this man all along, but he never imagined that this would be the way the two finally met. He couldn’t let this chance slip by him.

“Kujo… Jotaro.” He responded wearily, trying his hardest to remain calm. The nerves eating away at him were frustrating. Jotaro knew he was capable of doing everything he could to escape, but his body just… wouldn’t move.


Kira brought his hand to Jotaro’s face, his fingertips tracing Jotaro’s features. First, the outline of his right eyebrow, then down to trace over his prominent cheekbones, then slipping down to the corner of his lips. Kira’s face flushed, his smile darkening.

“I already know, Kujo-san,” he hummed. “To be honest, I was just going to take your hands and throw you away,” Kira’s free hand moved to hover over Jotaro’s hands, which were clasped together at his chest, bound at the wrists.

Kira’s fingertips deftly traced over Jotaro’s knuckles, his eyes roaming over the multiple light slashes of skin where old scars had healed over. “I’m just too selfish. You’re too gorgeous to throw away.” Kira gripped the rope around Jotaro’s wrists to tug his hands up, planting a small kiss on his index finger.


Jotaro felt a small heat form where he was kissed. He groaned out of irritation. God, this sensitivity again? He tugged his hands downwards, ignoring the small laugh that Kira gave. Even that small movement exerted too much energy for him.

“Do you do a lot of fighting, Kujo-san?” Kira mused as he delicately traced over the light scars marking Jotaro’s knuckles and the back of his hand. Jotaro nodded stiffly, holding his hands together tighter. His cheeks started to burn and he lowered his gaze.


The room felt too hot.


“As expected of the world’s strongest Stand user,”

Jotaro’s glance shot up to the eyes of his captor. So that thing he’d seen earlier was a Stand. He was desperate to know what it looked like, what its capabilities were, and most importantly, what its weaknesses were.

“Do you want to meet it?” He offered as he retracted his hand to instead brush his fingers through Jotaro’s curls. His touch was gentle and comforting. Jotaro leaned into it a bit. It was almost unfitting for their situation. Jotaro never responded, but he was careful to keep his distance when a pink, human-like Stand materialized in front of him.

It was visibly muscular with smooth, pink skin, and angular, cat-like eyes. It was quiet and stared Jotaro dead in the eyes, unblinking.

“This is Killer Queen,” Kira was introducing the two to each other as if they were friends. “I know it looks scary, but it means no harm… As long as you don’t do anything to provoke me.” Kira bit off the last part of his sentence, glancing over to Jotaro through his lashes. “But you won’t do anything like that, right?”


Jotaro hated every part of this. He wanted out, badly, he hated to be treated as if he were helpless. But Jotaro knew that if he wanted to survive, he needed to comply.


“No,” he answered hesitantly.

“Good!” Kira clapped his hands together and his Stand retreated, disappearing into thin air.




As the day went on, Jotaro only felt hotter and more uncomfortable, despite being able to gain a bit of his mobility back from the previous drugs wearing off. He had tried to summon Star Platinum before, but to no avail. The Stand would only materialize for a faint moment before sputtering out completely. He was helpless, tied up with limited mobility and dealing with what felt like a fever coming on.

His face was flushed and his clothes felt heavy and stifling on his body. Jotaro rolled over onto his side in an attempt to get as comfortable as he could. His ankles were still bound together. He briefly considered calling in Kira to help him into some more comfortable clothes.


That was just one of the rules he’d been taught; to call if he needed anything.


Jotaro groaned and rolled over once more, this time onto his stomach. What the hell was wrong with him? Ever since he woke up he’d been feverish, it felt like he was burning up inside. His heart was fluttering in his chest and he felt dizzy from even the slightest sensation. He closed his eyes and re-lived the moment when Kira brushed his fingers through his hair. As shameful as it was, he couldn’t take his mind off of it. Kira’s warm, delicate fingers raking gently through his curls felt heavenly…

Of course, it doesn’t feel nearly the same as the real thing. But in that moment, just the memory alone was enough to make him shudder. Soon enough, the scenario in his mind has escalated to something more, and he’s fantasizing about pushing into Kira, being engulfed in his heat and fucking into him as Kira gasps and begs him for more. He’s thinking about those hands again, this time lacing into his hair and pulling him down for another dizzying kiss, with needy moans and sighs.

Before he can help himself, he’s rutting into the mattress, the bit of friction he’s getting through his clothes being enough to push him over the edge. With an uncharacteristic cry, he’s coming and frantically moving his hips for more, and fuck, it’s not nearly enough for him.


As shameful as it was, Jotaro simply couldn't help himself.


After all, he could never forget the reason why he met with Kira in the first place.  

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Kira was startled by a sudden cry that erupted from the guest room. He summoned Killer Queen, just to be safe, before hurrying over to the room and peeking in. Killer Queen quickly dissipated once Kira noticed that Jotaro was alone, but he was curled up again.

The blonde took a seat on the bed and gently nudged Jotaro over, rolling him onto his back. His chest rose and fell with every heated breath he took, and Kira couldn’t help but blush at the sight of Jotaro sprawled out on his back, hands tied up and held over his head, with a heated expression and a tent in his pants.

Kira’s gaze darkened. “Ah. So, what I slipped you earlier is finally taking effect?” The corners of his lips curled upwards into a smile. He leaned down a bit to cup Jotaro’s cheek and nudge his face upwards so that the couple’s eyes were locked onto each other.

“Do you need something?” Kira hummed, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. “Come on, Kujo-san, speak up,” He let go of Jotaro’s face and instead moved to straddle him, subtly grinding against his concealed dick.

“Ah-- It’s wet down there… You already came?” Kira grinned as Jotaro groaned, lowering his gaze. What would usually be just a tease had Jotaro bucking his hips in response to the other, wanting desperately to maintain their closeness. He was way more sensitive than usual… Everything felt amplified a million times over.

It felt amazing.


“What did you do to me?” Jotaro questioned between pants. He sighed as Kira trailed his hand down Jotaro’s cheek, down his neck, and rested on his chest. Jotaro arched his chest subtly, longing to be closer.

“Just an aphrodisiac,” Kira hummed, trailing his hands down to work at the belt resting on Jotaro’s hips. He slipped it off and tossed it aside, rolling his hips sensually to grind against him once more. “Feels good?” He smirked as Jotaro looked up to him with glassy eyes, reading both anger and longing in his expression. “Or maybe I’ll just stop and leave you restrained.”

Jotaro’s eyes widened for an instant. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he huffed, wriggling underneath Kira. He sighed with relief as Kira’s hands trailed up his sides, untucking Jotaro’s shirt and taking it with them. The rope was in the way, so just to be safe, Kira had Killer Queen quickly undo the knot and redo it as soon as his shirt was off.


“Is this better?” Kira mused, leaning down and trailing kisses over the exposed skin of his neck and chest while his hand unzipped Jotaro’s pants. His hand trailed over the muscles of his abdomen, then leading down the trail of hair that led to Jotaro’s groin. His hand deftly worked to feel him through the fabric of his briefs, enjoying the way Jotaro uncharacteristically whined and rolled his hips.

“Yes,” Jotaro sighed, secretly cursing himself for his reactions. He constantly reminded himself that it was just the drugs, just the drugs. There was no way that he’d act this way normally…

“You’re so beautiful, Kujo-san,” Kira purred, moving his head upwards to capture Jotaro’s lips with his own. Kira felt Jotaro relax almost immediately underneath him, so he took this as an opportunity to grind down roughly on his partner and surprise him. He boldly slipped his tongue past Jotaro’s lips and tasted him, noticing that Jotaro grew increasingly more impatient the longer they kissed.

“I’m glad that you’re awake. Taking someone by force isn’t really my style,” Kira pulled back and made a show of undressing himself. He skated his fingers down his abdomen to reach his pants, which he unzipped slowly and pushed off, leaving him only in his button-up shirt and briefs. “You wanna fuck me, don’t you Kujo-san?” Kira hummed, watching the way Jotaro’s hungry eyes roamed his body.

The man simply nodded. There was no way that he was gonna risk making any more embarrassing noises like before.


“Mm, then I’d have to prepare myself… I don’t want to get hurt.” He reached over Jotaro’s shoulder to reach the bedside table, where he kept a bottle of lubricant just for this occasion.

“You understand, right, Kujo-san?” The blonde teased as he kicked off his briefs and returned to straddling Jotaro, this time without anything covering his lower half. He uncapped the bottle and coated his fingers with a generous amount before leaning down so that his face was next to Jotaro’s, his right arm reaching around to finger himself.


Jotaro was going crazy. Kira was so close, their chests were pressed together. The way Kira moaned above him, the way his hips grinded against Jotaro’s when he pressed against a certain spot drove him wild. Kira was so close to him, so needy, so sensual, but Jotaro couldn’t do a thing to touch him do to his restraints.

He wanted nothing more than to pin him down and fuck him right there.

Shit… Jotaro knew these feelings were inappropriate. But fuck, it wasn’t his fault.

It was just the drugs, he reminded himself. Just the drugs.


Kira was stretching himself out and moaning shamelessly on top of Jotaro, occasionally grinding down against his partner to tease him. As soon as he pushed a knuckle past the ring of the muscle, he grew eager to have Jotaro inside of him. Soon he’s at two, then three fingers, taking his time to fuck himself open while the other watched. God, it felt amazing knowing that his enemy wanted nothing more in that moment than to fuck him into the mattress.

“K-Kujo-san,” he whined, tugging out his sticky fingers and splaying them out across Jotaro’s broad chest.

“Don’t--” Jotaro groaned as Kira rolled one of Jotaro’s nipples between his lubed fingers. Kira simply laughed and raised his hips a bit, lining himself up with Jotaro before slowly piercing himself. His heart fluttered at the way Jotaro sighed and threw back his head in relief, finally able to feel something more after the way he’d been teased.


Kira knew it was irresponsible, and maybe even a bit selfish to not use protection. But he wanted Jotaro to feel him, to feel the slickness of the inside, which he’d prepared just for this moment. He whimpers a bit from the pain, almost wishing that Jotaro was able to use his hands. He wants them to grip his hips, leave bruises, to touch everywhere. But he simply can’t trust Jotaro yet. He doesn’t want to risk an escape.

Kira huffed and gave himself a moment to catch his breath after sinking himself to the base. He cursed himself for not being more thorough before, as the slight pain from taking Jotaro all the way in caused him to go a bit soft.

He started to lazily rock his hips back and forth before he gradually began to fuck himself on the other. Jotaro whined, arching his back prettily off of the bed, and Kira’s addicted to the sight. Tied up and begging for more, this would be perfect, if only…


Kira simply can’t help himself.

He leaned forward and hastily untied the knot binding Jotaro’s wrists together and suddenly their positions were reversed. Suddenly he was being thrown down into the mattress and those rough, strong hands were around his throat, squeezing the sides of his neck as he was being fucked into relentlessly.

Kira gave a stifled yelp as his head was thrown back, his mind spinning. His hands shot up to cover Jotaro’s, but he wasn’t trying to pry them off. His fingertips were feeling around, tracing over the knuckles and tendons, relishing in the way his nails scratched against Jotaro’s skin.

“M-ore,” Kira gasps once the pressure is relieved, with Jotaro glaring down at him as he snaps his hips against Kira’s.

Jotaro resumes, this time pressing down instead of squeezing, and black spots dot Kira’s vision. He can’t breathe, and every nerve in his body is on fire. He knows in the back of his mind that this was a bad idea, but the thin trust he feels that Jotaro wouldn’t kill him only further pushes him to the edge.

He could feel his orgasm building up, but it’s too much, just too much, and soon Kira’s body is wracked with nerves as he comes untouched, with Jotaro slamming into to him two more times before pulling out and coming onto his flat stomach, painting his skin white.


Ah… This feels heavenly, but if he chokes me any longer, I really might just die...


He tapped gently at Jotaro’s hands twice, and luckily his partner seemed to get the message. The pressure on Kira’s neck is relieved and he turns his head to cough into his elbow as he catches his breath.

Kira was completely spent. In an instant, he had his Stand re-binding Jotaro’s wrists together. The blonde sat up, casting a glance over to the other. He seemed irritated, but he didn’t make any attempt to vocalize his discomfort.

Kira cleared his throat. “I’ll come get you for a bath when I’m finished with mine.”

With that, he’d redressed himself and strode out of the room.




It was part of their rules that Jotaro was to be drugged like clockwork.

Every morning and every night, Jotaro received the drugs through the water he was given to drink. Whether he knew it or not, Jotaro would become lethargic, quiet (even more so than usual) and most importantly, obedient. Sometimes, an aphrodisiac would be administered if Kira wanted to indulge himself.

In Kira’s eyes, things were running smoothly. He’d go to work, do what he needed to, and come home to Jotaro, who was (almost) eager to see him come home. Before, he’d ignore Kira and only do what he was told if he’d had no other choice.


But now, things were a little different.

Jotaro was mostly capable of doing things himself, but lately it seemed as if he was relying on Kira… almost on purpose.

Kira would come home from a long day of work to find Jotaro waiting for him patiently, greeting him with a passive “Welcome home,” and a faint smile. Jotaro would often ask Kira for help bathing, even though he didn’t need it. He’d sneak in a few kisses here and there when Kira would sit across from him in the tub and rake shampoo through his hair.

Kira quickly learned that shower sex was something that Jotaro took a great interest in.

Almost every shower led to something more, and it would usually end with Jotaro on his knees, getting off his partner until the water ran cold.

And sometimes, Kira would come home to Jotaro rutting against the mattress again, wanting to skip their usual formalities and get straight to what they both really wanted.


One night, Kira allowed Jotaro to fuck him behind, but this time it was odd. He was especially gentle this time, massaging his hips as he moved his own as to not leave any bruises behind. The change of pace from their usual desperate race to the finish was… Nice. Strangely romantic. He leaned down and kissed Kira’s shoulders while he rocked his hips slowly, then moving to reach around and jerk him off until he came.

A slight creak in the bed tells Kira that Jotaro laid down next to him, likely to catch his breath after coming for the third time that night. He turned to glance at the other once the room had stopped spinning.

Kira was shocked to see that Jotaro was laying perfectly still on his side, hugging himself with a blissful expression on his face. It seemed like he was waiting for something; something that Kira couldn’t pinpoint. A strange feeling welled up inside his chest, something that he could only have described as adoration. A strong sense to protect what he had while he still could.

Jotaro clasped his hands together obediently, as if he was waiting to be restrained for the rest of the night. Something about that changed Kira’s mindset.  


It wasn’t long before Jotaro’s restraints were limited to only when Kira was out of the house.


Along the time that they shared, Jotaro gradually gained a few privileges. These things included new clothes (although Jotaro mainly lounged around in a black t-shirt and briefs), picking out what they’d eat for dinner or breakfast, and he was gradually administered less aphrodisiacs when Kira noticed that Jotaro would want to fuck either way.

What really took him by surprise was Jotaro’s odd requests.

One night, Jotaro was chatting with Kira while they were in bed, about to fall asleep together. Jotaro was holding Kira in his arms as he spoke. “Kira...san?” Jotaro asked hesitantly.

A smile lit his lips. He could never grow tired of that husky voice of his. “Yoshikage is fine, I’ve told you that.”

Jotaro never responded. He simply hummed and closed his eyes, burying his face into the crook of Kira’s neck. “Mm… Can we kiss more?” He asked bluntly.

“Right now?” Kira rolled over to face the other, noting the way Jotaro blinked in confusion before looking away. His face seemed to flush a bit.


“No. When we have sex, I mean… And also when you leave for work… And also when you come home.”

The words were like arrows in Kira’s heart. He smiled and gave a soft laugh as his heart fluttered. Jotaro honestly was a really cute guy… He wondered what he’d be like if he wasn’t constantly drugged.

It was odd to see such a tall, masculine man asking timidly for kisses.

“Of course, Jotaro,” Kira hummed, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Jotaro’s lips. It was funny. The two were on a first-name basis, they’d been sleeping with each other regularly, and they were living together. It would have been the picture of happiness, if only it hadn’t been kickstarted in a way like this. Kira knew that Jotaro was likely a completely different person outside of this small world he’d created for him.


It had been almost two months since Jotaro went missing.

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Higashikata Josuke had woken up earlier than usual. He quietly strolled the streets with a stack of papers in one hand and a stapler in the other. By his side stood his closest friend, who attempted to make light-hearted small talk to ease the mood. It wasn’t helping, of course.

Josuke hadn’t been the same since his nephew had gone missing.

Two months ago, it was as if he vanished into thin air; he’d walked both Josuke and Okuyasu home after the trio had been out researching for news on the murders in the town, and after that, contact with Jotaro had ceased altogether.

Josuke hadn’t known Jotaro for very long, but his sudden absence had him on edge. The series of disappearances and murders of other residents seemed distant, but when that had taken Jotaro, someone that Josuke considered family, it became all too real.


Josuke pressed a sheet of paper onto a lamppost and stapled it into place.


“Josuke,” Okuyasu called out, hands in his pockets. “Y’sure that’cha don’t wanna go home and get some rest? We have school today…”

“I’m positive,” Josuke responded firmly. “The sooner we spread these, the better. That way if anyone sees him, maybe they’ll give us a call or somethin’... What if he’s hurt?”

“I get that, but it’s not like we got cell phones ‘r nothin’,” The teen sighed. “What ‘f we’re not around when someone calls? Besides, Jotaro’s kinda mysterious. ‘N tough. He’s probably doin’ somethin’ on his own. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.”

Josuke held the papers at his side, hanging his head and taking in a small breath. Noticing the slight change in mood, Okuyasu gently pat his friend’s back. “It’ll be alright, Josuke,” Okuyasu hummed in a reassuring manner. “He’ll turn up soon. ‘S best not t’ think about it too much.”

Josuke remained quiet.

“Let’s go get some rest. ‘S still early, I can crash at your place if y’want.”


Josuke nodded and allowed Okuyasu to take him by the arm and usher him back to the house.




Kira had allowed Jotaro the luxury of sleeping in Kira’s bed from now on. Every night after dinner, as if it were ritual, Kira would sit down at his desk and type away on the keys of his laptop, doing a bit of extra work to be ahead of his coworkers. He’d work until 10, and Jotaro knew by the sound of the laptop clicking shut that it was bedtime.

He didn’t need to tell Jotaro what to do or where to go anymore; It was as if he was on autopilot, already used to routine. Kira would come back from his shower with Jotaro waiting for him in their shared bed, making sure to leave enough space for Kira to be comfortable.

In the mornings, Kira was always awake first--mostly due to the drowsiness accompanied with the drug that Jotaro was administered every night before bed. Kira made a mental note to consult his sources about obtaining some more, now that he was running low. He hadn’t expected for Jotaro to be alive this long, so he never bothered to stock any more than what he already had.

Although, with the way things were going, it seemed as if Jotaro wouldn’t be needing them too much anymore.


Kira’s hands carded through Jotaro’s curly black hair as the other slept. It was morning now, the quietly rising sun leaving the room tinted a warm, glowing orange. Jotaro was on his side, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. The nails of Kira’s fingers scratched gently across Jotaro’s scalp as he moved his hand, the other letting out a sleepy groan of appreciation.

A wry smile twitched at the edges of Kira’s lips.


Ah. Is this domesticism?


Jotaro stirred under the blankets for a moment, only to tug at Kira’s side of the bed for more blankets. The blonde took this as his cue to leave.

With a gentle kiss to the captive’s forehead, Kira readied himself for work and left the house.




It wasn’t until halfway through his shift that Kira audibly gasped. This employees at the neighboring desks cast concerned glances towards the typically well-mannered man, but none spoke up about it.

Kira felt his vision swim as he remembered that he’d forgotten something crucial. In a flash, he bolted to his manager’s desk to inform him that he was sick and going to run out to the nearest drug store for some medicine.

As soon as he’d stumbled out of his building, Kira bolted back home, ignoring the way that his shoes chafed painfully against the back of his ankles as he ran. Kira never considered owning a car, but at this moment, it would have been damn convenient.


Jotaro was probably gone at this point. All because Kira had gotten too comfortable with him. His defenses had lowered considerably in the past two months. Jotaro’s obedience, his dependance, and his affection towards Kira had left him completely vulnerable and exposed.

Kira yelled at himself in his mind for not taking extra precautions, for not setting a bomb to any exits of their shared home, for not installing enough fear into his hostage to get him to be taken seriously. If only he had remembered to tie him up again before he left for work.


God dammit! Kira swore at himself. I can’t believe I did something so stupid!


Kira just about broke into his own house as he fumbled with the lock and swung open the door. The entrance was empty, so he raced to the living room.

Also empty.

Next was the kitchen.

There was no sign of Jotaro.

Then the bedroom.

Completely untouched.


Kira collapsed in the middle of what used to be the bedroom that he shared. His body is wracked with tremors, as all he could think of is how he’d ruined his life by committing a major crime without bothering to cover up his tracks, and shattered his only chance at something more than friendship over a stupid mistake. Under Jotaro’s influence, he became careless and optimistic, a complete 180 to his typical cold and calculated approach. Kira let out a dry sob out of frustration, his hands coming to the sides of his head to grip at his hair. His mind was racing, and his breathing started to pick up, nearing hyperventilation.

I can’t believe I’ve been so careless. Kira thought as his mind raced with dramaticized scenarios of his future, already trying to figure out what he’d do if the authorities came knocking at his door.

God, this is the worst. I’m going to have to change my name, move to another town, maybe even destroy this house. I can’t let anybody know who I am or what I did. I’ve made a terrible mistake.


Strong arms wrapped around Kira’s waist, a warmth enveloping his back.

Kira’s heart stopped in that instance.

He glanced over his shoulder to see lidded blue eyes staring him down, waiting for instruction.

“Oh my god,” Kira groaned and let his head fall back to rest onto Jotaro’s shoulder, his hands clapping over his face to hide the ugly expression he was making as he cried out with relief.

A few moments passed of Kira gradually evening out his shaky breaths, attempting to calm himself down. The rapid breathing had passed, but the tremors remained, Kira’s lithe body wavering unsteadily in Jotaro’s embrace.


“You okay?” Jotaro murmured in his ear.

Kira wriggled in Jotaro’s grip and turned around to face him.

Instead of the teary expression that Jotaro expected, he was met with a deep scowl, tears of frustration clinging to Kira’s dark lashes.

“Where were you?! Do you realize how worried I was about you?” Kira cried sharply. “Who gave you permission to leave? Did anybody see you?”


Jotaro’s eyes widened for a moment. His voice caught in his throat as he spoke. “Backyard,” The man responded, slinking back from Kira’s touch. Kira caught Jotaro’s arms in his hands and forced them back around his waist. “I didn’t see anyone.”

Kira skipped a beat before letting out a huge sigh of relief, his throat hoarse. “You scared me.” He huffed and leaned forward to rest his forehead against Jotaro’s shoulder. Kira felt the arms around his waist tighten, putting a gentle pressure on Kira’s lower back as he was pulled forward into a gentle, but firm embrace.

For a few minutes, all was silent. Warm hands descended once more down Kira’s waist, sending electricity down his spine as those gentle hands pushed the small of Kira’s back, encouraging him further into Jotaro’s lap. “Jotaro, what are you--”

Jotaro simply hummed, kneading and rubbing circles into Kira’s lower back, pushing Kira forward a bit so that his head rest comfortable against Jotaro’s shoulder. Scarred, rough hands kneaded the tension away, gradually melting Kira’s stress like a flame to ice. Jotaro’s hands pushed up the other’s shirt, causing a light tremor to go through Kira’s body as those strong hands travelled up and down Kira’s back, tracing over each individual knob of his spine, up and down, counting them in his head.

Kira let out a soft groan as Jotaro’s lips ghosted over his left ear, murmuring a soft “Sorry.” .

The blonde simply shook his head before burrowing it further into his shoulder to hide the blush staining his cheeks.


“Feels good?” Jotaro’s inquiry was soft in his ear. His hands smoothed over Kira’s rear, causing the other to exclaim out of surprise. “Yes,” The blonde cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his composure. He squirmed a bit and could feel Jotaro’s arousal growing beneath him, pressing stubbornly into his thigh.

“Is this a form of apology?” Kira breathed, re-adjusting himself so that he was sitting up straight. From the way Jotaro was holding him, Kira was at a height advantage for once. His left hand came up to brush away the dark locks obscuring the sides of Jotaro’s face. Jotaro leaned into his touch as he combed through his hair, bringing a gentle smile to Kira’s lips.

His fingers then deftly swept downwards, the tips of his fingers touching at Jotaro’s chin to tilt it upwards so that their eyes met.


“Maybe.” Jotaro hummed, his warm hands migrating to press themselves into the insides of Kira’s upper thighs. A soft sigh left Kira as he pushed his hips further into the inviting touch.

“Then I accept your apology,” Kira grinned before leaning down to capture Jotaro’s lips in a gentle kiss.


Sweat beaded at the nape of Josuke’s neck as the collar of his school uniform stuck unpleasantly to his skin. A week’s time had passed since the fliers had been put up, and every night he’d come home to his mother regrettably letting him know that nobody called the landline with any information. He trudged past house after house, checking to see if the porch lights were on before even bothering to go talk to the residents.

The chirp of cicadas whirred as the sun started to set, Josuke’s shadow passing over house after house. A lot more vacancies in homes seemed to have opened up when the disappearances first started, with plenty of “for sale” signs popping up on residential streets of the small town.

Although, after Jotaro had vanished, it was as if the murders had stopped altogether. The only crimes he heard about on the news were petty crimes like robbery or theft. Nothing life-threatening. Josuke began to speculate that maybe the killer moved, or had been killed. Maybe Jotaro was still alive, and was hiding. Josuke didn’t know. He had no idea.


Okuyasu didn’t know that he was out this late; he had promised him that he’d go home and get some rest as they were walking home together. But as soon as Oku was home, Josuke snuck out of his house through the backyard and walked the streets of the neighborhood, knocking on doors and asking for information about his nephew.

Every house he visited either turned up empty or brought no new information to the table. Josuke groaned, his heels worn and tired from walking all evening. The summer heat and humidity was bearing heavily on him, the humidity frizzing his hair a bit. As hot and sweaty and tired as he was, Josuke wouldn’t go home until it was dark and the streetlamps flickered on.

Sometimes it seemed as if Josuke was the only one taking this seriously. Koichi, Yukako, Okuyasu, even Rohan were constantly telling him not to lose sleep over the case and that “Jotaro would turn up eventually”.

Josuke didn’t care what it took; he’d search night and day if he had to, he’d check every corner of town. It brought tears of frustration to his eyes knowing that he was the only one who was doing anything to find his nephew.


Everyone was against him.


His resolve at this point was crumbling and his confidence faltering, so when he glanced to his left to see a familiar figure through the dimly lit window of the house across the street, his heart rate shot up instantly.

The side of the street he was standing on was dark in comparison to the warm, inviting glow that the house just a few meters away was giving off. All of a sudden his legs were moving on their own, his worn sneakers crunching the gravel underneath them as he ran to the other side of the street, not bothering to check for cars before crossing. He raised a hesitant hand to the door, knocking three times before pressing the doorbell.


A soft chime echoed through the house and Jotaro glanced outside the window of the living room that viewed the street. Neither of the two had bothered to draw the curtains.

“You expecting someone?” Jotaro set down his fork as he watched Kira politely excuse himself from the table. Their dinner had been rudely interrupted by whoever was at the door.

“Mm, no, not that I can remember.” He ran his fingers tiredly through his hair as he strode towards the door, Jotaro following behind him like a lost dog. Kira’s hand twisted over the knob before he let go and glanced backwards at his partner, who was only wearing a thin t-shirt and briefs. “Jotaro, you’re indecent--!” Kira scolded sharply. “I don’t want whoever’s at the door to see you like that. Go put some clothes on.”

Jotaro rolled his eyes and draped his arms around Kira’s waist, hugging him from behind. Jotaro sure did enjoy this position. Maybe it was because he was a head taller and liked to rest his chin on Kira's shoulder. “It doesn’t matter, it’s probably just a salesman or something.” He dipped his head to press a kiss to the base of Kira’s neck.

The couple continued to bicker for a moment until Jotaro made it very clear that he wasn’t moving from his spot behind Kira, causing him to finally cave. Kira twisted the handle to find a disheveled Josuke standing at the door. His gaze immediately locked onto the person standing behind Kira, ignoring Kira altogether.


“Jotaro-san!” He exclaimed, his brows knitting together as his hand clapped over his mouth in disbelief. “Have you been here the whole time?”

Shit. Kira’s hands fell to the arms draped around his waist. He didn’t know if he was protecting himself or Jotaro, but he would be damned if he didn’t go down without a fight.

The air between the three was thick with tension as Kira’s blood ran cold, already theorizing an escape route for himself. He could simply knock the boy out and dispose of him, but where would that leave Jotaro? His nails began to bite at Jotaro’s skin as he thought, leaving crescents in his skin from the pressure.


Just as Kira drew the confidence to call on his Stand, Jotaro piped up behind Kira.


“Do I know you?” The words were venom on his tongue and tore through Josuke as if they were sharp as blades.

“What…?” Josuke took a step back, the relief draining from his face in an instant. His teeth worried at his lip as his gaze flickered from Jotaro back to Kira, who seemed just as surprised as himself. Kira leaned back into Jotaro’s embrace, his head tilting upwards. “So you’re telling me that you don’t know who this is?” Kira’s eyes lidded and a smirk tugged at his lips, his confidence rolling back to him in waves.  

Jotaro gave his uncle a once-over, his eyes trailing up and down his figure before deciding.

“No,” Jotaro responded with a shake of his head. “I don’t have a clue who that is.”

Kira huffed. “Then it seems that you have no business bothering us. Goodnight.” Kira closed the door, leaving the teen outside confused, heartbroken, and alone.


Josuke’s expression crumpled as the door closed, leaving him alone as he fall to his knees and covered his face with his hands, curling in on himself as he let out a dry sob.


Kira let his mind wander as Jotaro pushed him against the door and slipped his hands up his shirt, carressing firmly up and down his back, feeling the curve of his spine and the slopes of his shoulders as he pressed warm kisses to the nape of his neck.

“What’s gotten into you?” Kira hummed as he rolled his hips against the others, searching for friction.

“Dunno,” Jotaro murmured against Kira’s skin. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He punctuated his declaration with warm kisses trailing from Kira’s neck to his jaw.

Kira needed to act quickly if he wanted to protect his identity and keep Jotaro’s memories from resurfacing. He needed to find that boy and dispose of him quickly, soon after he administered a sleeping pill or two to keep Jotaro sedated while he was taking care of business.

Kira grinned, his head swimming with the thickness of Jotaro’s arousal pressing up against him through his clothes. “Is that so?”


The boy couldn’t have gone that far… Morioh was a small town after all.

Perhaps he could wait. He was still reeling from the high of his secret being kept safe and sound, even in the face of the confrontation from moments before.

For now, he supposed that indulging himself a little wouldn’t hurt.