!slurs/homophobia!
!light-nsfw!

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Jotaro had never been as nervous as he was now, he could feel every nerve in his body twitch a bit as he tried to keep his breathing steady. He wasn't sure if this was even a good idea, but, if they wanted their relationship to be anything substantial: this was nessarary. He has only ever met Kakyoin's family in fleeting moments. He could still remember his first impression of his mother, and he shivers a little. It's not with fear this time of the woman's wrath but of anger. She hadn't left a good impression upon the dilenquent, and it was likely the two were already off on the wrong foot.

Yet, Noriaki had invited him over for dinner anyway.  He had been informed that his parents already knew about their new relationship status. However, neither of  knew how the couple was reacting - for they hadn't said a word to Kakyoin about it. His mother had simply dismissed him: and his father followed her to their room. Where his lover had reported he heard screaming from.

But: the ginger had insited. So, here Jotaro was standing before the Kakyoin household - grabbing at his suit: thinking he was comeplely over dressed for this. He finally, knocked on the door as his watch informed him that it was five minutes before he was meant to be here. Of course, he had come early knowing he'd need an hour before hand to properly prepare. The door swings open aggressively, revealing a woman.

Chiyko rose an eyebrow, her dark-hair was pulled back into a tight bun: a few grey strands showed through suggesting her age, despite her face being wrinkle free and smooth. "Well, well, if it isn't the fag who turned my precious son?"

The ravenette swallowed; feeling like coals ram down his throat as he did, he should have expected this. People didn't look kindly upon men like him, and someone as strict as Mrs.Kakyoin would certainly not approve of this. He was shocked, that she even agreed to have him over. The slur didn't sting as much as he expected it to, but then again: it was the boys at school's favorite word now.

He bows his head, "Thank you for having me." He makes sure to keep his gaze away from her own intense violet one.

The Japanese woman huffs, as she steps away from the door. "I'm only letting you step foot into this home because, Noriaki asked me to be civil towards you." Her voice drops onto a hiss, as she glares daggers into the teenager. "And trust me, this is just a phase of his. Prompted by your bad influence. He'll open his eyes and leave you soon enough."

She storms ahead of Jotaro, leading him quickly to the dinning room. There, Skylar (Kakyoin's father) and the redhead sit waiting. The ginger's eyes glow a little at the sight of his boyfriend in his suit, and he smiles a little waving the taller man over. Jotaro takes his seat beside him, and is suprised as he finds himself pulled into a gentle kiss. He melts against it, letting out a small sigh.

Kakyoin pulls away, running his hand down the other's torso. "You look good."

"Thanks..."The black-haired male responds, his breath a little shakey. It's strange how much Noriaki makes his heart quiver with such a simple action. Then again, he can make Jotaro melt simply by looking at him.

Chiyko snarls, at the sight disgusted. "I will tolerate his presence Nori: but I will not allow you two to commit sin within my walls. I better not catch you two kissing, or, even holding hands tonight - again."

She had always had this beautiful image in her head. She could always see her goregoures Kakyoin coming home one-day with a beautiful and well-rounded Japanese girl on his arm. She would be the sweetest little thing, and everyone would adore her. Instead: taking the place as guest of honor was a smoking, fighting man who had corrupted her little boy. If Kakyoin doesn't realize his mistake by tonight, she'll have to believe her son is beyond saving.  She sighs heavily, her heart wilting. Chiyko prays it doesn't come to that.

Jotaro watches her march off to the kitchen, he sighs. The man goes to stand, "This was a bad idea. I'll be going now..."

Noriaki catches his arm, and his voice is edged with warning. "No, you're not leaving. It will only give her more ammunition."

He glances down at his lover, and he grinds his teeth together a little. He's isn't sure how long he will be able to last in this house, before he stuffs Chiyko's teeth down her throat. However, with a soft sigh he sits back down. He owes this to Kakyoin. He turns his gaze towards the ginger's father, who has been silently staring at him the entire time.

"So,"The Joestar starts off slowly, unsure of himself. He can feel his nerves starting to fray again - as if he was back out on the porch. His fingers nervously tap against the side of his tea cup, that he has left untouched since arriving. He wouldn't put it past Chiyko to attempt to poison him. Anyways, his stomach is churching around inside of his torso too much for him to want to put anything inside of his body. "What do you, Mr.Kakyoin think of me...?"

Skylar frowns, and he lifts his head.  He shakes it a bit, his curly red hair bouncing on his head. Despite it clearly starting to thin out, quite a bit of it is left. "It's strange, to say the least. I certainly didn't see this coming...but, I'm more confused and supried than hateful."

Something twitches in Noriaki's face, and he narrows his eyes at his father. Jotaro shifts uncomfortablely as he feels tension rise in the air. "Then, why the hell don't you talk to her? She didn't even want to let Jotaro inside for fucks sake!"

"When in the world," His father's eyes widen. "Did you start cursing?!"

"I'm seventeen!" Kakyoin snaps a little, his voice sounding strained and exasperated. "I can fucking curse, if I want to! I'm so sick and tied of both of you treating me like I'm five still!"

Skylar sighs, and he gives his son a warm smile. "Nori, have you taken your pills today?"

"I don't need those pills and you know it! I never have!" The redhead's voice rises in volume. "You know, you're pathetic! All you ever do is go along with whatever the banshee wants: I haven't ever heard you not agree with Mom! So, either you're just as bad as her - or, you're a coward."

A female voice rang out from the kitchen, "Jotaro, why don't you come in here and help? You shouldn't be hearing them fight."

Chiyko's voice was cold, and it was clear she wanted nothing to do with the dilenquent. Though, she rather have him with her then start stuffing her husband full of his lies as well. Not to mention, she couldn't believe Kakyoin brought up such a private matter while he had a 'guest'.

Jotaro shakes his head and he stands up, the action breaking the heavy air between his boyfriend and his father. He swallows down the bile that rises in his throat as he finds himself as the center of attention. "Kakyoin - how about you come to my house for dinner."

The redhead stares at Jotaro, but his face falls into a deep frown. He's realized that his parents aren't going to come around anytime soon- if at all. He sighs and he stands, making sure he speaks loud enough for his mother to hear.

"That sounds good, JoJo."

Skylar blanks, "Wait a minute-!"

Chiyko moves back into the dinning room. "Exactly! Wait a minute, you can't just up and leave!"

The dark-haired teenager pasues, and he growls - its a deep noise that rumbles from a primitive place inside of his chest. He stares the woman down, and he watches the proud mother shrink into herself a bit. A dangerous air floods around his body, the way he was standing told everyone in the room his body was coiled and ready to snap into action. A soft tug on his arm breaks him from it before he can decide how he wants to kill the woman. Kakyoin looks at him, half-pleading.

"Let's just go." Jotaro swallows and with a heavy sigh, he follows the shorter man out the door. He notices that as they begin the short walk to his own home, Noriaki not once looks back at his house. The ravenette swallows.

"I'm -"

"Don't. Don't you dare apologize." The ginger's voice wavers, threatened to break with the tears that are forming rapidly. He feels like he can hardly breath as his chest collapses in on itself, heartache marching through his bones. Kakyoin never wanted to believe that his parents would stop loving him, for anything. Now, he thinks he's found the one thing that could. "I should have never invited you to dinner - I knew they would do this!"

His voice rose in anger, and he stopped kicking a telephone post. "The fucking bastards! Can't they tell I love you? Don't they know all you've done for me-!"

"Hey, hey." Jotaro begins softly, putting his hands on Noriaki's shoulders. "Calm down..."

"No! I won't calm down!" [Hierophant] makes his appearance, and he wraps himself around a near-by tree, Jotaro hears wood splinter as the Stand crushes it like a python. He stands back, allowing the shorter man to have his tantrum. When Noriaki gets like this - you don't step in between him and whatever he's mad at. Anyways, it's better he destroys a tree than rip his mother's head off.

Though, Jotaro thinks violently to himself. That bitch deserves to be put on a pike.

He smiles softly at the thought, and he waits out his lover's rage: once Noriaki is calm again he takes Jotaro's hand proudly into his own. And they begin to walk once more, in comfortable - but heavy silence.
Dinner at Jotaro's place is calmer: and ten times nicer, with Holly being her best self. Sadao avoided them for the most part, taking his dinner to his room.the ravenette wasn't sure why, but he had a feeling Holly had told the man about this: and he didn't take it well. Or, maybe he did - and Sadao just knew Jotaro hated his guts. Either way: he was glad the man had wised up.

After dinner, they were lying on Jotaro's futon staring up at his plain ceiling: which he had been debating on painting light-blue: since it was the only solid wall in the house. Noriaki was laying next to him, fidgeting with his leg-braces.

Jotaro was starting to doze off when Noriaki laid a deep kiss on him.

"I don't care what my family says - the live I feel for you can't be wrong. This craving..." he runs his hand down the taller's chest: swallowing. "It can't be wrong to want you."

The Joestar smiles his face flushing lightly. His heart soars with pure joy, he's wanted to hear these kind of words fall from Kakyoin's lips for months. Maybe, even since the day they met. He takes the redhead's hands in his own, and kisses him back purring against his lips.

"It's not wrong, not at all...I can prove it to you." He kisses him again, and he feel Noriaki melt back against him. The ginger picks up the pace of the kiss a bit, as he rolls Jotaro onto his back. He straddles him - and the ravenette's entire face starts to go red: and he feels a bit, weird.

"Um..." he mumbles out, pulling away. He can see concern flash in Noriaki's purple gaze. "Not that I don't like this but...? Can we switch?"

Noriaki smirks a bit, and he raises an eyebrow. "Oh~? Well: alright. I thought this would be easiest since I'm lighter."

"Yeah, yeah...but you're strong: you can hold me." Jotaro smiles back, and the pair switch positions. The taller man's entire being shivers as he straddles the other's waist looking down at him. The redhead is stating up, gemstone like gaze filled with admiration.

"I like this a lot better!" Kakyoin chirps, and he wraps his hands around Jotaro's hips, who swallows: trying to keep his rampaging thoughts undercontrol. They're just going to make-out. Nothing more, nothing less. He shivers as he feels the man's hands run down along his hips and thighs, feeling him up. Noriaki's voice is a soft whisper of praise.

"...You're so perfect. Your body it's-" The redhead doesn't finish the phrase instead: he simply captures Jotaro's lips agaisnt his own again. This time as the ravenette opened his mouth to try and get some air, he slips his tongue in - hearing the Joestar's muffled soft noise agaisnt it, lights a fire inside of his soul. He kisses him heatedly -- and by the time they break apart they're both red in the face and panting.

Jotaro's head is clouded. He doesn't even know if he is still alive, or if he died on the spot. "That...that was - amazing."

"Was it? It felt kinda sloppy to me." Kakyoin joked, his face red. He wasn't sure where any of that came from, and the weight of Jotaro around his hips was starting to do: strange things to him. His mind was imagining unsavory scenarios. He sighs. "Unfortunately - we can't have sex. If I put my body through too much physcial stress I may rip open stitches."

Jotaro makes a strange squeaking noise embrassment washing over him: as he was thinking about it. A lot. He coughs: covering it up as best he can. "Fucking hell, you pervert...only you would think about having sex when my parents are in the next room."

"Pervert? Really--?"

Someone knocks on the door and they leap apart. Even though Holly and Sadao know - thay doesn't mean they need tk be caught being all lovey-dovey. Especially, not in just a suggestive position.

Holly's sweet voice drifts through the door. "Kakyoin, sweetheart, your mother is on the phone...she sounds pissed. Should I tell her you're not here?"

The redhead sighs and the mood between him and his lover dies insantly. Being replaced with bitter anger, that makes Jotaro choke on the air. "If you can Mrs.Kujo...I really don't want to go home."

"Alright! And by the way, you two need to get to bed! You still have a lot of schoolwork to do before Monday!"

Jotaro calls out, "Will do, Mom! Love you!"

Noriaki sighs deeply and he buries his face into his hands, he can't believe this. He knows he should go home, but why would he? The man already knows what awaits him there: a lecture. Screaming voices bounces off the walls of his house as he can't get in a single word. Slurs being casually spoken as if they mean nothing - as if they don't cut into him like knives. He feels tears begin to build up, but, damnit! He doesn't want to cry.

He feels an arm wrap around his shoulders, and he peeks through his fingers. Jotaro has snuggled up close to him, their bodies linking together with ease; as if - they were made for this.

"It's going to be okay." The Joestar says, his deep voice soft and sweet, Noriaki leans into him, burying his head into his chest. He smiles softly, and let's out a relieved exhale. Jotaro has always made him feel safe. Made him feel like he could be vulnerable around him, without, fear of judgement. He guessed he makes the ravenette feel the same way. Considering what happened earlier.

Before he knows it: he's fallen asleep.

He's never had Noriaki this close to him: his heart is roaring inside of his chest. Electricity seems to be dancing along his skin everywhere it meets the redhead's form. He looks so goregoures lying there, his chest rising up and down softly. Jotaro runs a hand through his hair, shivering. He leans into him, breathing in the deep scent of Noriaki's shampoo. Something strangely oak like, with a tinge of a more flowery scent. His voice is a deep rumbling purr that rises from inside his chest, eyes dialting.

He runs his hands down the man's torso, fingers trembling. He wants to touch him. Jotaro wants to feel their bodies slide intemtidly together - pouring pleasure through his entire being. His breath quivers.

"He's so perfect...I want him to be connected with me. I want to feel his hands on me...his body slamming down into mine - as he claims me..." his words shudder a bit, as his breathing picks up. Rational thought has started to leave his mind. He's seen him naked before of course, but not intimately: not close like this. His hands find themselves at his pants buttons.

Jotaro swallows down salvia, that's building up in his mouth, and he shifts his hips a bit, trying to find a bit of relief for his growing erection. He wants to have sex with Noriaki so badly: if almost hurts to hold himself back here - trying not to wake the man. He needs to feel him. His hands have acted upon their own, undoing Kakyoin's pants. Not a single thought crosses his mind of how wrong this is, how he's violating the man's privacy.

He doesn't even wonder what would happen if Kakyoin awoke: and found him doing such a thing. His mind was completely lost in lust. He rationalizing it - that Kakyoin, owns him: and in turn, he owns the man. Noriaki owns every part of him, his heart, soul and his body. If only the redhead knew he did. He slides the redhead's pants down around his knees a bit, watching carefully at his expression. He  summons [Star Platinum] who is ready to  time stop if he does wake.

Feeling like he might explode: he pulls down Kakyoin's boxers - he feels the redhead shiver: but he doesn't wake. The sight of his cock - so close...nearly makes Jotaro gasp out pathetically. The man was no small person, and his length proved that  above average - and he isn't even hard. He swallows down more salvia, a million thoughts and plans running through his mind.

If I rode him...would he wake? Likely... He thought, and pouted: he would have to do something small. [Star] is sent to turn off the lights, so Holly, believes they have gone to bed. He doesn't need his mother walking in, though she usalky knocks: he's still worried.

He wraps his hand gently around Noriaki's cock, and he bites into his lip. It feels so, strangely good in his hand: which wraps all the way around it. He's not very girthy, but he is certainly long. Slowly, he slides his hand down feeling it twitch between his fingers. Jotaro stares at him, with pure lust and admiration. He wants to see him come. He applies a bit more pressure, and begins to jerk Noriaki off - moving his hand up and down slowly.

"Ngh..." a soft noise rises from Kakyoin's throat: and Jotaro feels like a match is struck against his being. His entire body feel warm and his face is flushed.

He mumbles. "Do you like this...? Is it good?" He knows that, hopefully, Kakyoin can't hear him. He moves his hand faster feeling his cock start to comes to life at his touch - growing hard. He hears Kakyoin's breathing pick up, and he makes a few more noises:all somewhere between a moan and a groan. But, it doesn't seem like he'll wake.

Jotaro gets a bit too confident: and he runs his thumb across the tip, pressing down quite a bit. Kakyoin shudders and jolts a bit, moaning out - his purple eyes open up, straining in the dark. The world freezes. The Joestar curses at himself for being stupid: and with the speed of [Star] he puts the man's pants and boxers back on.

As time resumes, Noriaki finds that Jotaro has fallen asleep as well. He blinks a bit: what in the world woke him? He glances around and he shurgs, still too asleep to notice he's half-hard. He gets comfortable again, and once more - finds peace.

Jotaro groans.
Guess he'll have to wait after all. He smiles a little, but that's isn't so much of a problem. Now that: Noriaki is his.

And will be forever.