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It was so fast he didn’t know what happened for a couple of seconds. His nose exploded in a fountain of blood when the fist connected with his face, crunching the bone under the fat of his cheeks and sending a couple of teeth flying. When he staggered to stay on his feet, he received a kick in the gut that knocked the air of his lungs. He gasped, his breathing already compromised by the blood clogging his nostrils, still trying to process what was happening.
Not fast enough to avoid a blow on the back of his head that knocked him on the floor.
He was being assaulted inside his own house and the extreme pain was preventing him to counterattack with his stand. Not that his aggressor gave him any chance to do so, grabbing him by his hair and using it to smash his face against the wooden floor. One, two, three times.
“Missed me, sensei?”
That voice gave him chills.
“J-Josuke…?!”
The younger’s smirk was the last thing he saw before blacking out, when Josuke smashed his face one last time against his once pristine floor, now covered by his blood.
“It’s not fun when you black out, you know?”
Rohan coughed, pain seeping from every part of his body to his newly awake brain.
He wished he was still out of cold.
Josuke was smiling to him lovingly, almost caring.
The sharp, burning pain in his bowels and rear end, however, disagreed he was being caring at all.
“Fuck you, sicko.” was all he could articulate with his shallow breath and light head.
One of Josuke’s eyebrow trembled slightly but the smile stood.
It not only stood but became broader, making his bright blue eyes small glints, when he heard Rohan release a distressed shriek.
“Aah, it’s useless now. How will you draw your beloved manga with this wrist, Rohan-sensei?”
He hated how casual Josuke sounded.
The pain was intense and coupled with the sight of his hand dangling, almost separated from his wrist, held flimsy by his almost ruptured tendon nearly made him puke but he swallowed the bile back.
If he vomited it would be worse, he could get his other wrist lacerated the same way.
Or one of his eyes crushed.
Josuke always looked fascinated when he got the chance to shove his thumb in one of his eye sockets and see the fluids and blood running down Rohan’s face while the man screamed his lungs out.
He even mused about fucking the older’s eye sockets once if it was given him the chance.
Rohan wasn’t going to give the other this pleasure.
Not yet.
So he resisted.
“It hurts, Josuke! It hurts! Please, fix it, Josuke, it hurts!” he pleaded feverish, trying to not pass out. It was hard to breath with his shattered rib cage pressing and puncturing his diaphragm and lungs, making him gasp. In response, he got a vicious snap of the other’s hips, making him to whimper in pain and cough. And again. And again.
“So good, so tight. You’re so tight, sensei.” Josuke moaned lowly into his ear, sounding euphoric at seeing the older suffering under him with his eyes tightly shut, trying to endure the harsh thrusts tearing him apart. “You’re squeezing me so hard. Does my cock make you feel good, sensei?”
That bastard didn’t even prepare him for that. He felt like he was splitting in two with that pain. His rectum was probably going to prolapse. He hated when it happened.
There wasn’t an inch of his body that wasn’t covered with some sickly coloration due to bruises or bite marks Josuke gave him, some so deeper they stung in contact with sweat.
“Josuke…! Please, stop…! It hurts…!” he tried his best to not cry but the trembling voice that came behind his clenched teeth betrayed him.
Despite the pain, his cock swung along the harsh movements, spent after all the pain and pleasure he was forced to, his seed mixed with their sweat.
“It hurts, it hurts. You sure do some cute sounds, sensei.” Josuke laughed, breathless, thrusting hard before kissing Rohan on his cheek. The man recoiled, startled with the affectionate gesture, which startled Josuke in turn, making his eyes to widen. Big and clear like the eyes of a scared kid. But the younger blinked before chuckling and that air of innocence was lost in that sardonic smile. “I won’t bite you anymore, sensei, don’t worry. Ah! Don’t clench so hard, are you trying to hurt me?”
Rohan snarled without thinking, gritting his teeth, his vision blurred from tears. For a moment fear left him to give place to anger. Hatred. He wished he could hurt that smug brat for real. It wouldn’t be hard to chomp on his nose and rip it off from that bastard’s face.
The change in his expression made Josuke to stop smiling to grab Rohan forcefully by his neck and shove his head violently against the mattress, his thumb deep into the hollow of his mandible, obstructing his windpipe, before making the man look at him.
He felt his adam’s apple bob with difficulty against that hand.
He got careless.
“I like your crying face better, sensei, it’s cuter than this one.” the younger said, no trace of amusement in his voice. “And you said those mean things to me. They hurt me, y’know?”
Rohan knew it. He knew he had to be patient and not give into the temptation of fighting back.
Less and less oxygen was supplying his brain. It wouldn’t be long until he blacked out again.
He fucked up.
He was going to be punished.
“Where’s your apologies, sensei?”
He bit down the answer he truly wanted to give Josuke. He hadn’t the guts nor enough air in his lungs to do it. Instead, he downcast his eyes, letting the welled up tears to fall over his cheeks to look demure and spread his bruised thighs a little more, embracing the other’s waist with his legs and pressing, burying the other deeper inside of himself even if that hurt him beyond what he could bear.
But the feeling of humiliation was stronger.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…!” he muttered with difficulty, breathless, trembling, every nerve he had burning and screaming in pain but he controlled himself, not letting his voice higher than a whimper. “I won’t do it… ever again...”
Josuke's eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark room. He released his grip on the other’s neck, letting him free to breath again.
“Good, sensei. Aah, very good. I prefer you like this.” he softened his voice again, watching the older struggle to breath properly again with fondness, and gave a kiss on the shell of the other’s ear, forcing his cock further in, making Rohan to cough and sob behind his tightened teeth. “But I’ll have to punish you, you know? You made it look like it was my fault, not yours. You have to take responsibility for your acts, sensei.”
He nuzzled at the fuzzy short hair of the back of the older’s head.
“What do you think I should break now…?” he asked at the other’s ear, voice hoarse, clearly lost in lust, his hand caressing Rohan’s body idly, making the man to shiver from the touch and the threat. “Your shoulder?” with a swift motion he twisted the other’s aforementioned joint, making a loud ‘pop’ sound, which made Rohan gasp and sob loudly, the pain nearly blinding him while Josuke hissed ecstatic when the other tightened unbearably by reflex. “Fuck! You feel so good! But, ah, no, just that won’t do.” he continued, chuckling euphoric. “Maybe you jaw? So you can’t growl at me again…You know, it made me feel a little bad when you did that...”
He felt the bitter taste of bile on the back of his throat again.
He didn’t have much choice but to sit on the bathtub to take his shower, not trusting his quivering knees to stand while the hot water washed over him. No bruises on his skin nor blood ran down his body. Only sweat and sperm. His, trailing down his abdomen, and Josuke’s, deep inside him.
He slid his hand over the line of his jaw. True to his word the younger broke it and plucked his teeth like they were flower petals in a grotesque parody of ‘loves me, loves me not’.
A shiver ran on his spine.
He smiled.
Delighted.
He loved when Josuke was rough like that.
‘Rough’.
He chuckled.
Rough wasn’t the right word. Cruel, maybe. Ruthless. Brutal.
Sadistic.
Monstrous.
He closed his eyes to better feel the hot water running down his body, smiling in bliss.
He felt loved.
He hummed, a little disappointed for not finding even the smallest bruise to poke and feel the tenth of the pain he felt at that bed. Josuke was meticulous after every encounter they had.
Meticulous, corny and vanilla.
Josuke liked to kiss, to hug, to say ‘I love you’ and be the big spoon while they had their pillowtalk after making love. Yes. Josuke didn’t have sex, he made love. For god’s sake, he cried the first time Rohan asked him to stop because he thought he was hurting the older when all the man was trying to do was just to change positions.
He was adorable.
Beautiful.
And so, so pure.
Practically begging to be tainted.
Be broken.
How could Rohan say no to that?
He shifted, feeling Josuke’s seed leaving his body down the bathtub drain.
He didn’t even use Heaven’s Door for that.
Josuke was head over heels in love with Rohan.
As Rohan was for him.
He didn’t need his powers.
A little suggestion here, a little teasing there, some excuse for a fight until Josuke finally landed a blow on Rohan’s face. The shocked expression in his face when he understood what he did, it was priceless!
It was different from the first time Josuke beat him. At the time, they didn’t know each other and sincerely didn’t want to know, just wanted to subdue one another.
It wasn’t like Josuke didn’t know about his own violent nature. That he was very well aware. And having a stand that fixed anything, including people, corroborated to his false sense of security and immaturity. Never his power would fail to solve his problems in a physical sense. Need to blow some steam? Punch a hole in the wall. Afterall it was a small feat to Crazy D to fix it. Someone was threatening his friends and family? He wouldn’t bat an eye before beating some random enemy to a pulp.
But someone he cared, someone he fell in love? That destroyed him. Because no amount of physical fixing his stand could do the mental scars would still be there. On the person and himself.
It was quite arousing to think about it.
Josuke was strong physically and a great strategist and could face psychopaths on an equal footing but his mental and psychological fortitude, after all the traumas in his adolescence, were weak.
And unfortunately he fell in love with a manipulative sociopath who pushed him further and further to the point of no return.
Rohan didn’t know why he was twisted the way he was nor how he became like that.
But he knew he wanted to be responsible for twisting Josuke.
Twist, twist, twist until his mind cracked.
Until all that was left was violence intermingled with a sick sex drive and that annoying boisterous teenager finally saw he wasn’t the good person he thought he was and all was left was to cry like a scared kid.
When Rohan got what he wanted it became much, much more simple.
And much, much more fun.
Not only was satisfying to see Josuke descending in a spiral of despair but it was also satisfying how deranged he was in bed.
Nobody knew about this part of their relationship. Nobody knew how unhinged Josuke was, how unhinged he was.
Nobody knew about the abuse, physical and mental, the emotional blackmail, the guilt trip.
Nobody needed to know.
And nothing aroused him more than knowing the hurt look in Josuke’s blue eyes when he realized what he did was known only by him.
He felt himself hardening.
He sighed. He shouldn’t. Josuke was waiting for him.
He wanted to see Josuke’s face full of guilt and self commiseration for what he just did.
Just thinking of that made his cock throb.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-
He didn’t want to show in front of him like that.
Maybe if he was quick.
He squeezed his fingers tightly around his member, almost hurting. He never was gentle with himself.
He didn’t deserve it.
He moved his hand, his teeth gnarling his bottom lip to prevent any sound to escape from his mouth. It was hard when he remembered how Josuke used him moments ago. The condescending tone, the degrading way he treated him, the strength he used to break his bones and dislocate his joints and how he made it look like it was nothing.
The way he fucked him like he was some disposable doll.
His smile, innocently evil, like a child’s disassembling his favorite toy.
He acted detestable when he was like that. It made Rohan want to hurt him.
He felt a tingle run his body along a knot in his lower abdomen pressing in an unbearably way.
Josuke was so good.
But what was about to come was as good as it.
Rohan released a single pained sigh when he reached his climax, his body shaking before relaxing, the hot water diluting the seed on his hand and washing it away.
He leaned his head on the edge of his bathtub, trying to even his breath. He felt an unpleasant sensation at the pit of his stomach. He wanted to punch something, the wall, the bathtub, himself, anything. He always got frustrated when he touched himself alone when he had Josuke just outside that door.
He took a deep breath.
No need to be disappointed, it was just a small distraction.
His reward was still waiting for him.
And it was time to get it.
There he was.
Sprawled on bed, his eyes red staring vacantly at the ceiling.
Rohan knew Josuke always cried afterwards. The first times he puked but now he seemed to have come to terms with how he acted in bed.
Didn’t mean he accepted it.
Rohan loved that aura of self-pity the younger gave off. Poor thing was so scared of what he could do, it tormented him to know he could hurt someone he cared and loved.
He could feel his member getting hard again just looking at Josuke’s desolated expression and almost slapped himself. Not the time to be an eager whore.
Aftercare first, he thought.
And almost snorted at his own joke.
“Josuke? How are you feeling?” he called softly, his caring tone masking his malicious intent.
Josuke jolted, sitting very rigidly in place, panic visible in his face.
“Rohan…! I… I’m okay. And you?” he replied loudly first but his voice dropped of volume gradually at each word until it was almost inaudible, sitting and gathering his legs and arms, maybe trying to make himself look smaller.
That shame was irresistible.
“I’m fine. No bruises or any kind of marks. You took care of me. See?” he said gently, sitting beside the other, showing him his right arm.
He wasn’t doing it to soothe the boy.
It was quite the opposite.
Josuke’s eyes widened, in shock, remembering what he had done.
The inevitable tears came.
Rohan almost salivated at the scene.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Rohan, I’m sorry...” he begged, sobbing like a little kid.
“It’s okay, Josuke, shh, it’s okay. It’s not hurting anymore, Josuke, you fixed it, it’s not your fault.” he caressed the younger’s face, wiping the tears away with the tip of his fingers.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I love you so much, I’m sorry.”
“I love you too, shh, it’s okay.”
Josuke was so sweet when he looked broken like that.
“You know I’m not like that, I-!”
Rohan smiled.
“It’s okay, Josuke. Everything is fine now.”
“I’m not, I’m not, I love you, Rohan, I don’t want to hurt you...”
He looked deliciously tormented.
“Shh, I know...”
“Please, don’t hate me…!”
He wanted to laugh.
“I would never.”
Like it was even possible.
“I… I want to do it again...”
The man’s smile was sweet and reassuring.
“Again, Josuke? But I’m tired and a little hurt...”
Josuke seemed panicked when he heard the word ‘hurt’. Rohan could feel the warm feeling Crazy Diamond’s healing power gave off emanating unconsciously from Josuke.
“N-No, I… I will do it right, it won’t hurt, I’ll be gentle, I… please…”
He wanted to prove he wasn’t a monster, that he was caring and loving. Prove to Rohan he would never hurt him. Prove to himself.
Rohan still smiled at him. Not the sardonic smile he gave out when he saw Josuke having his meltdown alone but a soft, compassionate one, the kind you see the virgin Mary giving the dying Jesus in Michelangelo’s Pietà.
He didn’t deserve that boy.
He jerked off thinking about those sad teary eyes.
He was the most despicable man on earth.
“How can I say no to you?”
He let Josuke lay him down and kiss him on his lips, neck, shoulders and wherever he could, always too cautious, like he was unsure of what he was doing. Like he could hurt the man with the lightest of the touches.
He was still loose from before but it didn’t stop the younger from experimentally and gently insert a finger in the other. Rohan couldn’t hold a grunt, still a little sore, prompting Josuke to almost retrieve his advance which was only stopped by the older gripping his wrist and keeping him in place.
“It doesn’t hurt, Josuke...” he whispered, like he was talking to a scared animal, his other hand caressing the teen’s cheek. The younger gave him a hesitant little nod before inserting a second finger, eliciting from the man a delighted moan and a chant of “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop...” whispered deliriously.
When Josuke finally got inside after an excruciating long time preparing him, Rohan almost cried of joy for being filled so fully but stopped himself to not scare the other. Josuke was always fragile after his meltdown. He moved slower than normal, afraid of what he was doing. It drove Rohan crazy how he couldn’t show how he truly felt having that cock buried into him so slowly, inch by inch pushed in and out of himself, how that insanely slow pace burned him inside, how full it made him feel. Something inside him felt ready to burst in agony and bliss.
All of that self loathe and fear Josuke emanated made him feel so much sensitive.
He had Josuke emotionally bare and tormented by his acts just to himself.
Every uncertain touch.
Every unsure look.
Every shaky moan.
All of that was for him only.
He never could hold his moans, delighted by all that power he had over the other.
He was the one to blame for the boy becoming so fragile and he accepted that with pride.
He couldn’t hold anymore his climax and came when Josuke gave him a trembling kiss on his forehead.
The teen’s guilt was the best aphrodisiac he had in his life.
When Josuke emptied himself inside the other, he stuttered and hiccuped before crying into Rohan’s chest, stammering about how much he loved him, his face a mess of tears and snot.
The man couldn’t stop a soft laugh while hugging the younger, looking at that scene.
He was truly adorable.
When they met each other Rohan didn’t like Josuke and he didn’t make any effort in hiding it. The humiliation from being beaten up and not being able to control the younger with his stand hurt his pride deeply.
He soon realized it was exactly what he looked for in a partner. In a lover.
After everything they went through together, he realized they were meant for each other.
Someone so strong and yet so pliable.
Someone to share that perverted feeling of affection.
He was committed in making the boy his only.
While Josuke broke him physically only to fix him later, Rohan’s work on his mind was slow and constant.
Break him beyond repair.
Little by little.
“I love you too. I love you so much.”
He was never letting him go.