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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Akechi_Goro/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Akechi_Goro, Lala_Escargot
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Persona_Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-28 Words: 3395
****** The Boy Isn't Okay ******
by coffeedads_(spatterpunk)
Summary
     Goro Akechi has multiple bad habits. Drinking and having sex with
     strange men are among them. So of course when Lala Escargot realizes
     that he's been doing this is at Crossroads with the aid of a fake ID
     she feels compelled to confront the teenager.
     (Written for the personakinkmeme. More specifically, written for this
     prompt: "Goro craves love, craves being needed. So what if that
     spiraled into random (sometimes even dangerous) hookups? I also want
     to see the aftermath of these hookups, him feeling used or dirty
     because he's fucking strangers.")
Notes
     Oh my godddd this has to be the worst editing I have ever done on any
     of my works ever, and I would like to apologize. Y'all can scream at
     me if I made a really major error that I failed to catch. I'd rather
     you do so I can fix it.
     Also, let me clarify that yeah, Akechi is underage throughout the
     entirety of this fic, but there's also a point where he is... really
     significantly underage. Hi, my name is coffeedads and I apparently
     can't resist going heavy on the angst when the opportunity presents
     itself. Sorry for that too, I guess.
            Something about the young man’s face struck Lala Escargot as
familiar. He had visited Crossroads a few times in the past, but never
frequently enough for Lala to consider him a regular. He was only at the bar
long enough to draw the attention of one of her other male patrons anyway. Lala
never pried into his affairs, even if she really just wanted to sate her own
curiosity. She had checked the young man’s identification a couple times, and
nothing about the card had seemed forged. Shoji Watanabe, age twenty-two.Lala
thought he looked a bit too young for his twenty-two years, but she supposed
that not all adults looked their age anyway.
            In fact, she had been ready to dismiss her suspicions about Shoji
Watanabe until she saw him on the television, and the name he had been
introduced with had definitely not been Shoji Watanabe.
            So when Shoji Watanabe—no, Goro Akechi—appeared at Crossroads once
again, Lala knew she would have to confront the kid. Unfortunately, pulling the
teenager aside turned out to be a far more difficult task than Lala had
anticipated. One of her regular patrons had already latched himself onto
Akechi.
            “Do you have anything to drink yet?” the patron asked, his gaze
obscured by both the bar’s dark lighting and his thick glasses. He wasn’t
significantly taller than Akechi, but the way he leaned in close to the
teenager made him seem more large and imposing. Akechi, however, appeared
unphased. “Let me buy you something.”
            Akechi looked thoughtful, but Lala knew that he wasn’t giving the
proposition that much thought. He always agreed to men buying him drinks just
has he always agreed when the men asked him to leave with them. Whether they
were taking him home, to a hotel, or to one of Shinjuku’s many shady alleyways
was something Lala never gave much consideration to when she was under the
impression that Akechi was an adult. Adults were allowed to make their own
decisions, no matter how terrible they were. That said, Lala was uncomfortable
with a child making those same choices.
            “I’ll take a bloody mary,” Akechi answered, and the patron chuckled
lightly in response.
            “I would’ve figured you for a guy that likes fruity drinks,” the
man responded, and he looked over at Lala. “Hey, Lala-san? Can we get two
bloody maries?”
            Lala drummed her fingers thoughtfully against her chin. She had no
intention of serving alcohol to a minor, but she also didn’t want to put Akechi
in an uncomfortable situation with the other patron right beside him. Wait, do
I still have the ArKay?she thought to herself. She had only purchased it when
that teenager, Akira Kurusu, had started working for her. The vodka was
nonalcoholic, and it allowed her to make drinks for the boy without actually
serving him alcohol. Of course, Akira knew that the vodka was nonalcoholic, and
she had never attempted to convince him that it was anything else—though she
occasionally had been sorely tempted to replace Ohya’s preferred vodka with the
ArKay.
            “Sure, I can do that,” Lala told the patron, and she set about
making the drinks. If either of them noticed Lala using a different vodka in
the drinks—or that ArKay was a nonalcoholic brand—they didn’t comment on it. Of
course, the office worker seemed far more interested in Akechi. She could hear
the man’s flirtations, even with her back turned. They were the same words she
had heard again and again from the different patrons that she served. Alcohol
had a way of emboldening people.
            “Here you both go,” Lala said as she turned and sat the drinks down
before them. The green stalks of celery sat at odd angles in the glasses. The
office worker thanked Lala, but before Akechi could also thank her he was cut
off by music from—one of the Featherman shows? Akechi flashed the other man an
apologetic look as he pulled out his phone, and he made a face as he looked at
the screen.
            “Sorry,” Akechi told him, “I need to take this.” He then slid off
the bar stool and walked away as he answered his phone. Lala was already
focusing her attention on another customer when Akechi disappeared, but she
still was able to catch a glimpse of the office worker slipping a nondescript
pill in Akechi’s drink from the corner of her vision. Lala’s blood ran cold.
            This wasn’t the first time she had witnessed a drink being drugged.
As a bartender, Lala sometimes got to see the ugliest tendencies that lurked
within people. Fortunately, that also meant she had developed a unique way of
handling date rapists, and when the office worker glanced away from the drinks
to see if Akechi was returning she was able to put her method to use.
            Lala had already switched the two drinks when the office worker
looked back at her. “He must be busy,” he remarked.
            “He might be on call,” Lala answered as she watched the office
worker take a sip of the drugged drink.
 
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            Akechi had been eleven when he lost his virginity. He had been at
the new foster home for only a handful of months when the family’s only son had
made a pass at him. He didn’t remember the son’s name nor did he want to just
as he didn’t want to remember most of his experiences in foster care.
            “You’re so pretty,” the son had murmured into his ear, but the
compliment did nothing to soothe Akechi’s distress. The older boy’s cock was
too large for Akechi’s undeveloped body, and every time the son thrust into him
he felt nothing but agony.
            “Stop,” Akechi had begged from between his sobs. “Please stop.” The
son never did, however. Even when the older boy’s parents had caught them, he
hadn’t wanted to stop.
            Not that it mattered,Akechi had supposed. They had blamed Akechi
for everything anyway, for being a little whore that was taking advantage of
their only son. Fortunately, being caught pulled him from that foster home,
even if everything had been declared his fault.
            The intercom on the train informed Akechi that his stop was quickly
approaching, so he shook himself from his thoughts. He didn’t want to think
about his years in foster care. Nothing good had ever occurred during those
days. He hardly felt that much good occurred recently either, but he still
preferred his current situation to his previous one.
            He had his own apartment, he was a model student, and if Masayoshi
Shido knew that Akechi was fucking his fellow politicians in the nearby
bathroom before leaving the Diet Building, well… Shido never commented on it.
            In fact, that day at the Diet Building was no different. Akechi
smiled his plastic smile as he updated Shido on his Metaverse activities. “We
should be seeing Mr. Yamada behaving erratically within the next few days,” he
said mildly as he adjusted his tie. “Triggering a rampage in him was easy
enough. He hardly put up a fight.” The words felt heavy and poisonous in his
mouth as he spoke them—a reminder of the person he had become—so he tried not
to focus on them.
            The smile that spread across Shido’s face was as cold as it always
was, but Akechi could still tell that he was pleased. “Well done,” he told
Akechi. “You’ve yet to disappoint me with this gift of yours.” He closed the
file that he had been looking through. “Private investigators are always so
stubborn, but he’ll hardly be seen as trustworthy after his episode.”
            The laugh that escaped Akechi was artificial. “Then you will have
one less obstacle in your way.” He checked the time on his phone, and he then
sighed. “My apologies, but I seem to be running a bit late. Was there anything
else you needed to speak to me about…?”
            Shido shook his head. “Not currently,” he told Akechi. “Of course,
I will have more work for you in the near future, so I would plan accordingly.”
            “Of course,” Akechi responded amicably, and after excusing himself
he was quickly striding down the hallway towards the nearby bathroom. An older
man—about Shido’s age, really—was waiting for him impatiently.
            “I thought you might have run off,” the man said, and that was the
entirety of their conversation. He was pushing Akechi into the bathroom, and
then he was locking the door behind them both. Akechi was already sinking to
his knees before the older man, his hands smoothing over the thighs before him.
The man seemed pleased by Akechi’s boldness as he let out a satisfied grunt and
laced his fingers in the teenager’s brown hair.
            And then Akechi’s hands were unfastening the man’s belt and
trousers. He wasn’t interested in dragging out the affair. He wanted the older
man’s cock in his mouth and fucking his throat until he could hardly breathe.
His thoughts plagued him less when he let himself be used in such a way, and he
wanted nothing more than to stop thinking. It was why he always made a point of
finding someone to fuck him after his meetings with Shido.
            A deep, pleased moan escaped the older man as Akechi wrapped his
lips around his cock, and Akechi couldn’t help but shiver in delight. He also
enjoyed the satisfied sounds that he could draw from the men he slept with as
the knowledge that he was the cause of those noises enveloped him. The man’s
grip tightened on Akechi’s hair as he pressed his tongue to the cock’s slit,
and he tasted bitter, salty precome.
            The taste excited Akechi, and his grip on the older man’s thighs
tightened as he took that cock farther into his mouth. He was pretty sure he
was wrinkling the man’s slacks, but he didn’t care. Akechi savored every inch
he was able to fit into his mouth, and when the head of the cock hit the back
of his mouth he couldn’t resist the urge to swallow. At one point he would have
gagged, but that was long ago. Instead he drew a low curse from the man as his
throat tightened around the length.
            Then the older man was suddenly pulling Akechi off his cock. A
reluctant whine escaped Akechi, but he didn’t ask was the man was doing. He
already knew. The man yanked him to his feet, and then—with a strength that
Akechi hadn’t expected—he was picking him up and seating him on the bathroom
counter. “You said you prepared yourself?” the man murmured into Akechi’s ear
as he leaned in close, his breathing heavy.
            Akechi’s laugh was light and breathless as he brought the older
man’s hands to the fly of his trousers. “Why don’t you find out?” he teased.
His eyes then slipped shut as he felt the older man rise to his challenge,
unfastening his belt and trousers with a sense of urgency before peeling them
off. His cock had already stained his briefs with precome, and a pleased little
chuckle escaped the older man as he took in the sight.
            “You really are a slut, aren’t you?” he asked, but he didn’t expect
Akechi to answer. They both were already perfectly aware of what that answer
would be. Instead he hooked his fingers around the waistband of those briefs,
and then he was yanking them off with the same eagerness that he exhibited when
removing Akechi’s trousers.
            That was when the older man’s little chuckle transformed into an
outright laugh. “I’d say the slut prepared himself,” he remarked as he took
ahold of Akechi’s legs and spread them open. The butt plug was nondescript
silicone, and Akechi moaned softly as the older man tugged at the base. His
body didn’t want to release its hold on the plug, and the older man had to pull
at the toy a couple more times before Akechi’s entrance yielded. The older man
groaned as he watched Akechi’s hole flutter in response to the sudden
emptiness, and he dropped the plug unceremoniously onto the bathroom counter.
            “Wait,” Akechi breathed as the older man took the boy’s legs and
slung them over his shoulders. He reached into one of his blazer’s pockets, and
then he was shoving a small bottle of lube into the older man’s hand. “Please…
before you fuck me…”
            The older man grinned. “Slut,” he repeated, and then he was coating
his cock with the lube. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure I’m nice and slick for
that ass of yours.” And then he was tossing the lube aside and grabbing onto
that very ass with his large hands. His heavy cock pressed against Akechi’s
entrance, and he murmured a brief, “Moan for me,” before slamming the entirety
of his cock into the boy.
            Akechi practically yelled as he was so suddenly filled, and he
grabbed onto the older man’s shoulders to brace himself. “Yes…” he moaned. That
cock filled him so much better than the butt plug, and he tightened around it
experimentally.
            The older man’s reaction was immediate as his grip on Akechi’s ass
tightened. “You feel so good,” he moaned, and the familiar twinge of
accomplishment rushed through Akechi. The man began to pound into him, hard and
fast. The sound of the man’s low moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin
echoed in Akechi’s ears, and all the while that cock rubbed against every
sensitive spot inside of him. Akechi loved these moments.
            Akechi didn’t even need to touch his own cock before he was coming,
the spurts of his release splattering onto his shirt. The older man was
laughing, amused by how easily “the slut” had come. “I hope you can keep
going,” he told Akechi, “because we’re not done until I get to come.”
            And the older man had taken so long to reach his release. Akechi’s
body was so sensitive after he had reached his orgasm, and a series a loud
whines and cries escaped him as the man continued to thrust into his pliant
body. Most of the men that Akechi had slept with lacked the stamina that this
man had, and every nerve within his body was screaming from overstimulation
when he the older man finally came with the grunt.
            Akechi’s pants with heavy and his legs were shaking when the older
man slipped out of him and pulled away. “You’re a mess,” he told Akechi as he
fastened his trousers and adjusted his belt, and Akechi believed him. He didn’t
need to look at the mirror to know that his hair and clothes were a disheveled
wreck. And then the older man turned around, unlocking the door and leaving the
bathroom.
            A shaky breath escaped Akechi as he finally slid off of the
bathroom counter, and he winced as he felt the older man’s come dribble down
one of his thighs. He would have to clean himself up before he left.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
            “You switched the drinks.” The tone of Akechi’s voice left no room
for argument, but Lala had no intention of denying the accusation. She was,
however, admittedly concerned by the lack of panic in his tone. Most people
tended to respond to almost being drugged and raped with a sense of fear.
            Crossroads was desolate save for Lala and Akechi. The office worker
had somehow stumbled off to hail a cab—or possibly pass out in an alley, given
his current state, and even Lala’s most faithful regulars such as Ohya had left
for the night. Lala knew she should really kick Akechi out; she was certain
that the boy had school in the morning. She also wanted to talk to the kid
about his behavior. After all, he had jeopardized her business with his fake
identification, and also…
            Also, Lala was concerned for Akechi’s well-being.
            “Men like him can stand to have their plans backfire on them,” Lala
told Akechi simply, and she then crossed her arms. “Just like children can
stand to not be waving around fake IDs in my bar.”
            Akechi froze, but he made quick work of composing himself as he
slipped a smile onto his face. Lala recognized the plastic smile as the same
one he wore when his face was plastered on her television screen. “Fake? But
you’ve seen my ID,” he replied, “does it really look fake?”
            “Oh, I’ll give you credit,” Lala conceded. “It’s a good fake. But
you would have connections to get an ID like that, wouldn’t you, Goro Akechi?”
When Akechi didn’t answer, Lala sighed. “I want it.”
            That elicited a response from Akechi. His fake smile was completely
gone. “I’m sorry, what?” he said, though Lala knew he understood her perfectly.
            “The ID,” she clarified anyway. “I want it. I don’t know who
exactly gave it to you, but I don’t need you running off to another bar because
you got caught here.” Lala then leaned forward and held out her hand. “Now,
Akechi.”
            She had expected resistance, any resistance. After all, she wasn’t
the boy’s guardian. She wasn’t any sort of authority figure. She was simply a
bartender. If Akechi didn’t want to listen to her then he could had simply
backed away from the bar and left. He was a teenager after all, so she
anticipated that sort of defiance. Instead he glanced away uneasily, suddenly
unwilling to look at her.
            Odd,she thought. Perhaps he was worried that she would inform his
guardians? “Akechi,” she repeated sternly, and that was when he pulled out the
ID and handed it to her. She then pocketed the fake ID and made a mental note
to destroy it after she finished closing the bar.
            Of course, she needed to finish addressing matters with Akechi
before she could close Crossroads for the night. “Now, I don’t want to catch
you with another ID,” she told him. “Not here, not anywhere in Shinjuku. I do
speak with the other bartenders in the area, I can always find out if you are.”
            Akechi looked like a petulant child, and Lala realized that was
because that was exactly what he was. “Alright, fine,” he said as he pinched
the bridge of his nose. The way his brows furrowed together, however, fit a
person much older than a child, not unlike the shadows under his eyes. Lala
never noticed the under-eye circles when the boy was on television. Makeup,
probably.
            “Also, I would suggest that you stop picking up men at bars,” Lala
told him, and Akechi bristled in response. He still wasn’t looking at her.
            “It’s not illegal for me to have sex,” Akechi snipped. “I’m not
breaking any laws.”
            “No, you’re not,” Lala conceded with a sigh. He could be a contrary
teenager after all, it seemed. “It’s just incredibly irresponsible. Or have you
already forgotten that you had someone trying to slip you a roofie tonight?”
She then wondered what other risky situations that Akechi had been in while
pursuing these casual flings. Did he even use protection? Lala had no intention
of asking since that was absolutely none of her business, but she suspected
that he wasn’t.
            Akechi snorted. “I wanted to sleep with him, so it wouldn’t have
mattered if he did drug me. I don’t care about that.” He then immediately
regretted his words when a look of horror crossed Lala’s face. “Okay, I didn’t
mean that,” he then quickly lied, but Lala didn’t look as though she believed
him.
            “You’re going to end up seriously hurt,” she told him. “If you
haven’t already been.” Her expression and tone both carried a severity that
left Akechi speechless.
            He looked down at his hands. He had already spent nights with
dangerous men though, so he wasn’t bothered by the idea of being fucked by one
more. He had been held down until he bruised and fucked until he bled on more
than one occasion, but he also enjoyed the harm. He didn’t have to think when
pain and pleasure overloaded his senses, and also… part of Akechi felt that the
agony was what he deserved. For all the hurt he caused for other people, he
deserved a little pain himself.
            “I know,” Akechi finally answered. He couldn’t tell Lala that maybe
being seriously—irreparably—hurt was what he wanted.
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