!nsfw - sexual harassment/rape!
(featured at the end of the chapter)
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The rain was coming down hard: but luckily [Hierophant] was pretty water-resistant and helped keep his User's things from getting wet. There wasn't much, as he had to pack in a hurry. After the atrocity that had been dinner with Jotaro - his mother had snapped. She couldn't take having someone like him in her house, disgracing the family name. Never in a hundred years did Noriaki think he'd be booted from his own home - for something as trivial as being in love. Yet, here he was trudging along miserably in the rain trying not to cry: and only be angry. Angry at her foolishness, and at society angry at his father for always being a pushover. That was a hard facade to keep up, because he was so close to tears - that he couldn't tell if it was just rain running down his face anymore. His heart felt like it was being held in a vice grip, being forced to become smaller and smaller inside of his chest. The rain beat down upon the top of his raincoat seeming like a drum in his ears. Through the blur of tears and rain, he spotted the tall gates of the Kujo estate. 

He didn't wish to burden Holly, but he had nowhere else to go. No extended family and no other people who knew besides his boyfriend. He sighs deeply, and with his Stand carrying any boxes he couldn't behind him in a wavy train of tendrils - he walked up to the gate: opening it with a creaking shriek. He winces. it definitely needs to be oiled or something. He could help out around the house during his stay here. He walks up to the front door, and even before his hand touches the frame it swings open aggressively: revealing Holly with a basket of dirty laundry. 

"Oh!" she cries out a bit as she nearly runs into the redhead, and she backs up. Her blue gaze sweeps over the boxes, and a deep set frown forms on her features. "Oh, dear what happened?" 

"Well..." Kakyoin feels his face heat up with shame and guilt, if he had just kept Jotaro a secret: none of this would have happened. "My family doesn't -- they -- I..." he cursed the wavering in his voice, and how the words seem to be choked out of him. 

Understanding came across Holly's features. For the first time since meeting the kindhearted woman he saw anger in her face, as she spoke. "Those wretched -" she paused and took a deep breath, calming down. "Come inside dear, we have plenty of room for you here. And I'm sure Jotaro will be stoked to have you here for good." 

Despite the situation, Noriaki couldn't help but smile softly at the thought. Jotaro would be esatic for sure - so maybe there was some good to this. Holly calls our for her son, and as the redhead steps into the large house, he can see the woman talking to Jotaro softly. He can see the taller's entire body tense muscles clenching together along his arms:  he feels himself flush a bit. Sometimes he forgets just how handsome his lover is without even trying. He can hear a deep growl grumble from Jotaro's throat, though the words are inaudible from where Kakyoin stands as he hangs his soaked jacket. 

By the time Jotaro walks over to Kakyoin, he seems to be as calm as can be: likely the miracle work of his mother. "So...you have a choice: either share my room or have your own." 

The ginger doesn't have to think about it for long, "I'd like to share your room." 

"Good choice," the Joestar shares a rare grin with Kakyoin,though the shorter man guesses it's not so rare to see him smile these days. As they carry boxes to Jotaro's room Noriaki notices a man sitting in the living room, a bottle of whiskey sitting beside him as the TV blares some sappy soap-opera. He furrows his brows, is that his boyfriend's father? He doesn't look like he expected. He expected some sofiticated man who likes to play music, the man in the living room with long-unruly black hair and a five o'clock shadow was not that. 

Not to mention the heavy scent of alcohol in the air that clung around him. He swallows, wanting to ask about it - but he thinks better of it.He catches Jotaro's expression as they walk past the man, full of pure loathing. 

"He's drinking again...and I thought he changed." the taller grumbles, deep voice rattling with hurt. "He's not the same when he drinks." 

"Not the same?How?"Noriaki speaks up and Jotaro freezes in his tracks, he didn't think the redhead could hear him. He shakes his head. 

"Don't worry about it." he kicks open his bedroom door, setting down the boxes he was carrying: gesturing for Kakyoin to do the same. Without another word, he gets to work using [Star Platuimum]  to help move furniture around and make room for Kakyoin's own things. Jotaro's room is rather large so it's easy to find space for all of the other's things, and soon enough the decore and over all feel of the room begins to blend together. Within a few hours, one wouldn't be able to tell where Kakyoin's influence ended and Jotaro's began. During the entire processes, Jotaro's heart was roaring. 

Now, he wouldn't have to miss Kakyoin at all. He would wake up and fall asleep in the other man's arms everyday, and they could do everything together. He wouldn't ever feel lonely, or think the bed is just too cold without the ginger. His mother wouldn't bother them at all no matter what she thought they were doing, she would always knock. And his father, that bastard would likely get a mouthful of his own damn teeth the second he tried some shit with Jotaro: and it would be Kakyoin delivering the blow. He bites into his lip. Looking around the room, it was like they were married -all of their things now, becoming one another's they owned everything and nothing. His mind began to spin fantiesies of the days to come, some much further in the future than others. He could see them now, in this house - Holly and Sadao long gone, the entire place decorated with the things they like. He would wakeup early to make breakfast for his husband, and their son - who always woke up the lastest rubbing sleepily at his eyes...

"JoJo?" 

The teen jumped a bit, and he spun around realizing that Kakyoin was no longer in the room. He could hear Holly in the next room over talking excitedly with his boyfriend: who said his name stood in his door way. Misty dark-coal like eyes scanned across the room with distatse. Sadao ran a hand through his long hair, which didn't look like it had been combed at all today. Jotaro frowns feeling anger start to boil his blood just from the sight of the man. 

"What?" the man snaps, and the older one frowns. 

"Oi, watch your attitude boy." Sadao growls out, when he was young Jotaro would always srhink away from the man's tone: knowing what would follow any further discretion was a slap to the face - or worse. Now, he took a step forward, no longer afraid of the man.

The dark-haired teen's voice was a snarl, his blue eyes clouded with rage. He nearly tagged on the scent of whiskey on Sadao's breath.  "What the fuck do you want?" 

Sadao's voice rose at the aggression, "I just wanna know how long that weirdo-ginger is gonna be here!" 

"Wierdo?" the Joestar's voice was a blade now, edged with posioness warning: but Sadao didn't seem to understand that. He took a step forward getting into the other's face. Before he could be knocked clean out by his son, Holly was there grabbing him by the end of his shirt tugging him back.  

"What the-" Sadao cursed under his breath, "Damn woman don't go grabbing me like that! I was just about to put our boy in his place-"

"Sadao." Holly's voice was a stern as she could make it. "Go to our room, now. I want to have a little chat." 

The man stares at her for a few seconds, and with another mumbled string of curses he stumbles back down the hallway: heading towards his and Holly's shared bedroom. Jotaro stares after the pair as Holly follows him swiftly. He practically raors and he puts his fist through the wall, the entire house seeming to shake beneath the blow. His knuckles split open and blood runs down his hand, flowing freely. He can hardly redgister the pain and he becomes slowly aware that there is a pair of eyes on him. He flushes with shame. Kakyoin shouldn't have seen that. He swallows thickly, trying to calm the flames in his blood - but they're terribly hard to quench, they screech and shriek for blood and destruction. They need to feel someone's skull breaking beneath his hands not some paper-thin wall. He feels a hand on his shoulder, and long-lithe fingers squeeze gently. A silent comfort. A siletn understanding that speaks a thousand more volumes than any words could. 

The flames retreat. "Let me bandage that up for you." Noriaki doesn't say a word about his father,and for that he's eternally grateful.Most people would have asked about the situation wondered how a son could loathe his father the way he does -but Kakyoin doesn't need to know. And Jotaro knows he must be deathly curious. Just for the sake of the Joestar, he doesn't ask. There's a few moment's of heavy weighted silence between them as the ginger wraps up his knuckles, the white cloth turning red. Jotaro watches as he does this, the ginger always treats him so gently as if hes made of glass. As if his height and build mean nothing, he feels his face flush a bit. Kakyoin has always treated him like a beautiful delicate flower - not like the brute most people think he is. Like he can't afford to be rough, else he may lose Jotaro. 

But damn, does Jotaro want to be treated rough. "...Sorry you had to see that." he speaks clearing away his thoughts. Kakyoun looks up from his task, and smiles shaking his head. 

"It's alright, really. I mean you saw me go at it with my family..." he sighs a bit, and leans away satisfied with the binding around the other's hand. "And he shouldn't treat you like that." 

Jotaro shrugs, "He always has. Only reason Mom keeps him around is she thinks he'll get better... but he never does." he shakes his head feeling the tinge of tears coming on, but there's no way he's going to cry. Instead, he locks his eyes on Noriaki's face - he looks handsome no matter the expression, even if it's the sourest one you could imagine. 

The taller lean forwards and kisses him deeply. He can feel Noriaki stiffen with surprise at first before he melts against Jotaro - working their lips together. The ravenette goes to pull away after a moment, but he finds himself being pushed down upon the matress. His heartbeat picks up and he feels his face heat. Noriaki smirks against his lips as he pulls away only for a moment to let them catch their breath, before diving back into the blissful warmth of the kiss. Jotaro feel's hands slide up his shirt a bit, feeling toned muscles beanth it's wandering fingers dance. He gasps out a bit, as he feels Kakyoin's finger's drag themselves down his v-line sending rolling shudders through him: and a surge of heat. In that moment, Kakyoin slides his tongue into the other's mouth. 

Thick-callsused fingers run their way through Noriaki's hair, bubbling lust warming in between his legs as Kakyoin grinds his hips down into him. Then: it's over too soon as Kakyoin pulls away panting, finding himself to be stradling the taller one beneath him. His entire face flushed and he cant help but be embarrassed - not knowing what had come over him. Jotaro's lips just had tasted so sweet, it was addicting. The ravenette seemed disappointed, he wanted more. He needed more. He bites the inside of his cheek, running a thumb across his lips - they tingled from the aftermath. He bites down a whimper as Noriaki slides off of him, to lay down beside him instead. 

"I got a bit carried away..." Noriaki admitted, and he laughs softly. "But fuck if you aren't a good kisser."

"Same goes for you." he swallows and flushed deeply. "Sorry about my um..." he shifts in his pants uncomfortably and he lets the words hang in the air: Noriaki's purple gaze flashes with mischievous knowledge. He knows exactly what he did to the taller male. 

"It's fine, I just hope you're not too turned on."

Jotaro scuffs, "Nothing that won't fade in a few moments." he says trying to act like he hadn't melted into putty beneath the other's hands. There's a beat, and then before he can really think about what he's saying he blurts out. "We should have sex." 

He can feel Kakyoin's expression fill with utter shock beside him, the ginger knows that often Jotaro is too blunt for his own good - but that wasn't something he ever expected to hear come out of his mouth.  Kakyoin feels his face heat up. He swallows, and he tries to find words but his thoughts are scrambled and not quite making sense anymore. Finally, he manages to speak. 

"I would, well, love too but..." he gestures down to his braces, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Sex is off-limits until my wound is completely healed: as that much movement of my hips would well..." he makes a gross squelching noise and Jotaro winces, "Not end well." 

He chuckles lightening the mood, "And I rather not have your likely too-big to be real dick stuck up my ass."  

Jotaro flushes red, "It's not that big..." he mumbles, and Kakyoin snorts. 

"Don't be humble JoJo, look at you! If you aren't packing I don't know who is." 

The Joestar chuckles, and he tries to keep his tone as least embarrassed as possible. "Whatever - and you wouldn't have it up your ass anyways..." 

There's a pause, and Kakyoin's feathery eyebrows rise high on his features. "Oh?" 

"Don't act like you don't know what I mean..."Jotaro growls at him, though he's not actually mad. "I don't even know why you thought I wouldn't....you know." 

Noriaki snickers, "I thought the mighty Jotaro Kujo would be scared to death of being the uke."

"Looks like for once, you were wrong." Jotaro crosses his arms over his chest. "Can we change the subject now...?" 

"No! You can't just dump something as juicy as that tidbit of information on me and expect me to let it be!"

The Joestar groans: this was gonna be a long night, but he couldn't help but smile. Because it would be a long night with the person he cherishes more than anything in the world. 

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After their little conversation about sex - Jotaro couldn't get the thought out of his head. Of course, he has aways struggled keeping his hormones in check when it came to Noriaki in general: but it was never this bad. And to make matters worse for his poor flustered self, was the redhead was now sharing a bed with him. And would be for a very long time. Forever, if he could help it.

So as Jotaro fell asleep, of course his dreams quickly spiraled into an abyss of lust and desire. He spent them being embraced shamefully by the shorter teenager, no fear of injury present. All he knew was heat and euphoria as he was pleasured: and the sounds escaping Kakyoin made him aware that the redhead was enjoying himself too. Typical of those kind of dreams just as he hot to the good part, right before him and Kakyoin finally became one - he woke up with a soft start.

He stared into the darkness of his room and blinks rapidly, trying to clear away the remnants of the dream. He groans a bit, as he feels his pajamas have tighted around his waist: revealing a soft bulge in them formed by the blossoming heat inside if his body. The man huffs a bit, and he runs a hand through his hair readying himself to either wait it away: or head to his bathroom. He turns his head and he catches sight of Kakyoin's form in the darkness sleeping peacefully beside him.

His chest rises slowly, and his breathing is in a neat soft pattern. The soft moonlight that manages to break through Jotaro's curtains illuminates him as if he were an angel, his features cut sharp with shadows and pastel light. The Joestar feels heat bubble up inside of him faster than before: and even more vioently. Noriaki looks so perfect there beneath the light, utterly unaware of the world. Before the man can truly think his actions through - his following his desires.

His hands find their way through the darkness to the ginger's pants helm. His blue striped pajamas are easily slipped down slowly, and with ease. Jotaro's heartbeat picks up. Of he gets caught - he will surely ruin everything they have between them: but he needs to touch him. He needs to feel what will be his in his hand: twitching and blossoming to life with heat. Swallowing deeply, he finds himself almost salivating - watching for any change in movement from Kakyoin: as he slides down his boxers.

The first thing he sees, is a patch of curly red-pubes. And then, soft pale flesh is revealed (more by the moment) as he pulls the male's boxers down nearly to his knees. His hand freezes and his blue eyes dialate ad he takes in the sight before him. Sure, he's seen Kakyoin naked: but never has he been this close to his perfect body. The simple sight of his cock, makes Jotaro want to moan. His gaze darts up to the teen's face, but Kakyoin is still sound asleep.

With a single-curious finger, he runs the tip of it down the length of the exposed genital: and he watched it react to the touch. He holds back a giggle, it's almsot cute the way it softly shivers. Jotaro checks on Kakyoin's face again. No change, which means he's in the clear still. Slowly, he wraps his hand around it - and he hums lowly: the noise a thick rumbling purr from the back of his throat. A soft noise pushes through the redhead's breathing and the Joestar stared at him.

Waiting a moment, before he contuines his exploration. He slides his hand loosely up the shaft, focusing on the way it reacts to his fingers. Sure, he's jersey himself off before - but touching someone else's cock is a whole new experience. He slides his hand down, and pauses at the tip - rubbing it with his thumb. He grins as he feels Kakyoin start to get hard. So, he likes that. The ginger mumbles something, and shifts his weight a bit, nearly making Jotaro's heart split in two with panic.

Calming himself down again, he adds a bit of pressure to his loose hold. He hears a soft groan leave his boyfriend now. Encouraged, he starts to jerk Kakyoin off: feeling himself grow only more heated by the gentle noises that escape the sleeping man. Jotaro reaches down into just own pajamas with his free hand, and begins to stroke himself - moaning softly. He snuggles up to the redhead, burying his face into his neck. He jerks the shorter one off in time with himself.
Kakyoin's breathing starts to get a bit irregular, but the Joestar is too absorbed in the sensations he's created to notice.

Then, the ginger's weight shifts.

"JoJo...?"

The world freezes. Everything becomes dead silent - even at nght,  Tokyo is never quiet. Not completely, there will always be some cricket chirpping or a bird singing. Or simple a car passing by: but as [Star Platinum] uses it's timestop abilty everything freezes and stop moving - including sound. Jotaro rolls over after pulling the redhead's pants and boxers up praying to any deity he can think of that the man chalks it up as some lewd dream.

When time resumes again, Noriaki finds himself staring into darkness. He rubs at his eyes, wondering what he just saw was even real. Jotaro had been snuggled up asgsint him and his hand - his hand had been someplace it shouldn't have been. He looks over at his sleeping boyfriend, and huffs. Jotaro would never do such a thing. It was some fucked up dream.

Yet, as he rolls over to fall back to sleep - he can't help but feel a bit of doubt linger in his mind.