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It was another Arabian desert night camping between towns, crickets serenading in the otherwise silent distance. Kakyoin Noriaki sat reclined against a log facing the campfire burning brightly in front of him. Mr. Joestar and Jotaro had run off ("We need more firewood Jotaro, let your grandpa show you a trick or two!"). Polnareff prodded at a log with a stick. Kakyoin glanced over at the movement but said nothing.
"What's up with you, Kakyoin?" Polnareff ventured.
"Oh, are you going to listen to me now?" Kakyoin raised a brow at him. What he now referred to internally as “The Baby Stand Incident” was still fresh in his mind so he wasn't really in the best place, mentally.
Polnareff sighed, "I thought you really had lost it Kakyoin. I still don't get what happened with you freaking out like that."
Kakyoin huffed with annoyance, "Let's not talk about it then."
"I'm not talking about it, mon chéri." The Frenchman lifted his hands up in mock surrender.
"Sure, Polnareff."
"You can call me Jean Pierre, you know." Polnareff hummed.
"Okay, Polnareff," Kakyoin replied, arching his back as he stretched his arms.
"You little shit," Polnareff chuckled.
They sat in ambient silence for a few minutes, both watching the embers.
"Hey Kakyoin," Polnareff said, eyes not leaving the flames.
"Hmm?" Kakyoin prayed he wasn’t going to start talking about Avdol again because he truly was not in the mood.
"When you were under the influence of Dio's flesh bud," he swallowed, "What did he make you do?"
Kakyoin stared at him for a moment. "You mean other than sending me back to Japan to kill Jotaro?" he ventured.
"Oui," Polnareff finally glanced up to meet his eyes.
"I think you already know, you were there too." Kakyoin deflected, he didn't like to discuss what they had done while being controlled. The things they were disgusted by. The things they liked.
"We don't have to talk about it," Polnareff began to backtrack, "but I think you should. Sometime with someone."
"Yeah," Kakyoin replied lamely, trying to stop this conversation from happening.
Polnareff scooted over to Kakyoin's side and hugged him loosely.
They sit in silence a while longer. "I'm not gay." Kakyoin sighed, resigned.
Polnareff arched a brow, "Never said you were."
"Just with what happened," Kakyoin inhaled deeply, shifting in Polnareff's arms. "What Dio did. It doesn't mean I'm gay or anything." It was true but he winced at his own words because saying it out loud made it seem less believable.
"I believe you," Polnareff replied, letting go of him and returning to his original spot dejectedly.
Kakyoin exhaled slowly. "Right." His voice was thick with tension, "Thanks."
"We both did things we didn't want to, and it's not our fault." Polnareff offered, "And it's fine, by the way, if you were. Gay that is."
"Right." Kakyoin nodded, "I'm not though."
"You don't have to keep on insisting, I get it Kakyoin. Anything you, or I, did with or for Dio was just because of the flesh bud." Polnareff gestured awkwardly.
"I hated it." Kakyoin whispered, "and I hate him." He shuddered. "Jotaro saved me."
"I know." Polnareff agreed. "If you ever want, like, a real hug or something…" Polnareff trailed off.
"Yeah," Kakyoin said, voice thick.
"It wouldn't be a gay hug," Polnareff teased, trying to lighten the mood, "It would be very straight."
Kakyoin laughed, "Got it. Straight." He paused, "Consensual."
The mood Polnareff had tried to brighten plummeted again.
Polnareff looked pained, "Yeah, kid."
He waited for Kakyoin to protest that, to insist that he was as adult as Polnareff was, but Kakyoin was too busy staring at the fire again to dispute.
When Jotaro and Joseph returned to camp, arms filled with various burnable fuel, Jotaro pretended not to notice the awkward tension. But his steel gaze kept catching Kakyoin's, expectant.
Joseph, on the other hand, spoke animatedly with Polnareff about various fire-lighting methods and American campfire recipes, seemingly oblivious.
"I'm going to sleep," Kakyoin announced and he met Jotaro's eyes for an awkward moment before he moved over to his sleeping bag. They would be meeting up with Avdol soon, and he hoped his return would improve their situation. He was exhausted from the complex emotional weight of keeping the secret of his not-death from Polnareff.
Kakyoin, Joseph, and Polnareff had been chasing an enemy stand user for several blocks. Jotaro was off God knows where after being separated from them earlier on in the fight. It was so rare that this many of them even got to fight together against one enemy, but this stand user was a slippery bastard, both himself and his slimy orange stand, had kept them all separated.
As far as Kakyoin had figured so far, this stand user could temporarily control someone. Not in the same way Hierophant Green could by physically manipulating their limbs, but in a more mind-centered way. It was able to make someone follow out a command against their will, very similar, he thought unpleasantly, to one of Dio's flesh buds.
"I'll go this way! Joseph, you and Kakyoin take the other street!" Polnareff suggested quickly, running down the left alleyway without looking back.
Joseph nodded at Kakyoin, headed to the right, and Kakyoin followed close behind him. They ran down several turning paths searching for the enemy. Joseph's broad form was ahead of Kakyoin as they rounded a corner into another dead end.
Kakyoin spotted a flash of orange and struck. "Emerald splash!" he yelped, the shards cascading into a nearby wall where the stand clung.
His splash grazed the enemy's fluorescent orange stand, it bubbled and shifted around angrily. The user spat blood, seething. "That wasn't a very smart move, traitor." He eyed Kakyoin pointedly as he stepped out of his hiding spot in the alleyway. So he was affiliated with Dio. The man then turned his attention to Joseph.
The stand user smiled, lips curling grotesquely. "We'll let the old man here take care of our little redhead." Kakyoin glanced over at Joseph then back at the enemy.
Then Kakyoin spotted it, one of the orange plumes from the enemy stand was reflecting in Joseph Joestar's eyes. His ally was caught in the spell. He shifted his footing to put more space between himself and both Joseph and the enemy stand user. Kakyoin was all too aware of the realities of mind control. He was calculating how to best wrangle with Purple Hermit, heart thumping loud in his ears when Joseph takes a step toward the enemy.
"I'm not going to do whatever you're implying," Joseph bristled.
"Too bad, you are." The enemy strode over to Joseph and patted his shoulder. "It will be fun, I'll let you understand everything that's happening, you'll get to feel it too!" He looked over his shoulder to Kakyoin, "And let's make sure you're talkative, you're going to say whatever comes to mind. Your real thoughts while you're doing what I want you to. No filters between friends." He snapped his fingers and Kakyoin could see the moment Joseph's expression changed, going blank briefly before returning to a false normal.
Kakyoin took another step back, defensively bringing Hierophant Green in front of himself.
"Kakyoin, I'm sorry," Joseph's eyes glowed orange as he stalked forward and struck with Hermit Purple.
Kakyoin deflected the blow with Hierophant's emeralds. He was already tired from chasing the enemy, and the influence that Joseph was under seemed to have invigorated the older man.
They exchanged several blows, scuffling back and forth. Kakyoin didn't want to hurt Mr. Joestar, but the enemy user stood waiting for something and Kakyoin couldn't count on things staying that way for long.
Hierophant Green caught Joseph off guard for a moment and briefly had the upper hand before the enemy stand user struck. Orange goo oozed over Hierophant, gumming up his movements.
Kakyoin launched an emerald splash which was pointedly deflected. Hermit Purple fizzled, bright and sharp, as Hamon hummed to life in the stand. Hierophant was immobilized by a harsh spark.
The three stands wrangled against each other while Joseph strode forward to Kakyoin and pointedly kicked his shin. They wrestled hand to hand until Joseph finally used his size and experience to push Kakyoin to the ground.
Kakyoin struggled in his grip, landing a swipe on Mr. Joestar's cheek before his wrists were pinned above his head. Kakyoin squirmed as he was manhandled onto his stomach, "Stop, you old fucker." he cussed.
"Sunlight overdrive!" Joseph's palm pressed against Kakyoin's spine and a shocking, hot sensation coursed through his body before forcing him limp. The strange doubled sensation of his body being crushed as his stand struggled against Purple Hermit's vines rendered him pliant in Joseph's arms.
Kakyoin felt Hierophant Green become coated in the orange enemy stand, hardening around his own and immobilizing it. Joseph took notice and recalled Hermit Purple back to himself and promptly secured Kakyoin's arms behind himself, bound like he was handcuffed with the glowing purple vines. Joseph quietly pulled Kakyoin up enough that his ass was in the air, forcing him to support his upper body with his shoulder and face, knees crunching painfully into the hard ground.
"What are you doing Mr. Joestar?" Kakyoin panted, trying to keep his breath even. He wanted to gauge how lucid his friend was, not trusting the enemy's monologue. He listened to Joseph remove his gloves.
Kakyoin felt sure hands, one callused, the other cold - just like Dio's, his mind supplied, large and freezing and sharp when they dug into his skin - metallic and unyielding pulled at Kakyoin's clothes. He was stripped of his uniform slacks and boxers, which were left around his knees. Kakyoin heard a zipper and the shuffle of Joseph's clothing. Then Joseph grabbed at his bare ass, exposing his hole.
"I'm going to fuck you, Kakyoin—" Joseph breathed, finally replying to him. Kakyoin felt the hot pressure of Joseph's cock against the back of his thigh. His own sweat sticky skin clung to the precum slick head. "—Sorry." Joseph added belatedly, not sounding sorry at all as he thumbed lightly at Kakyoin's hole.
Joseph spat, his saliva hit the curve of Kakyoin's ass and dripped downward. He felt Joseph's warm, real hand gather and press the saliva, which had now become unnaturally warm as Hamon energy hummed throughout the liquid, and slathered it over his entrance. Kakyoin flinched at the touch, but Joseph continued to rub and massage, letting the tip of his saliva-covered finger press into him.
Kakyoin clenched against the pressure, his heart raced and his stomach churned because he knew what came next. "Polnareff!!" Kakyoin screamed. Instantly his head was slammed harder into the dirt and gravel by Joseph's prosthetic hand.
Bile forced its way up his throat as he heaved against the compacted dirt street. He had to relax or he'd get ripped. Again. He gagged and coughed, yellow bile painting the ground in front of his face as Joseph removed his hand from his hair.
"Ahh, why are you acting like a virgin Kakyoin?" The enemy stand user sounded pleased, elated even. "I find that hard to believe, knowing Lord Dio."
Kakyoin shook his head as much as he could from this position, frustrated. His own vomit coated the ends of his red fringe as he moved, bits of rock embedded further into his cheek.
Kakyoin listened to footsteps crunch closer, and then he felt a wet, slimy sensation creep down his ass. It didn't feel quite like lube, it moved unnaturally against gravity. It was the enemy's stand, or part of it at least. "Use this," The stand user chuckled, "We'll all feel great!" Joseph grunted in acknowledgment.
"Jean!" Kakyoin sobbed loudly.
"Shut the fuck up, slut." The enemy stand user kicked Kakyoin in the face, his nose crunched sickly under his boot, and the other man huffed, "Now I have to miss the fun and keep watch." He sighed dramatically and walked over to the entrance to the alleyway, leaving Kakyoin alone and pinned face down under Joseph.
Joseph poked at the gelatinous stand residue as it slid over Kakyoin's hole. He prodded at Kakyoin through the slime, using it as lubrication to ease the breach. "Guess we don't have to only use Hamon spit," Joseph noted.
Kakyoin focused on all the points of pain, the rocks cutting into his knees, shoulder, and cheek. His bleeding nose. The smell of his own vomit cooling beside him, in his hair. Anything else but the feeling of Joseph adding another finger. "Look at you," Joseph whistled, seemingly pleased with how things were going. Kakyoin gasped involuntarily when a third finger was inserted into him.
After some prodding and scissoring Joseph removed his fingers with a wet squelch. Kakyoin whimpered mindlessly.
Joesph's hot cockhead pressed against his fluttering hole, his hands gripping Kakyoin as he shifted his hips forward, slowly breaching his entrance. He sobbed as his body accepted the slick intrusion. He's really raping me, I'm getting raped again, Kakyoin thought blearily, oh my God, he's probably going to come inside me. "Mr. Joestar stop," Kakyoin pleaded.
"Ah, fuck Kakyoin, you're even tighter than I imagined. Relax sweetheart." Joseph's cock burned as it pushed into him.
"You imagined this?" Kakyoin accused him, scandalized by his confession. He tried to make his voice hard but it sounded whiny even to himself.
"You are so pretty Noriaki, we've all thought about fucking you." Joseph hummed once he was fully sheathed inside Kakyoin's sore hole, his heavy balls pressed against Kakyoin's.
"Christ," Kakyoin swears, the humiliation rubbed just as raw as the cock inside him, large and throbbing with heat. "That's so fucked," he wheezed and the pressure burned as his walls clamped around Joseph's cock as he started to pull out, "there's no way that's true."
Joseph grunted, "I certainly have. Bet Polnareff has too, I've seen how he looks at you," he pushed back in, starting a deep, slow rhythm. "I know Jotaro likes you," Joseph doesn't even sound malicious, his voice was sing-songy and sweet like he's gossiping about middle school crushes, "Your ass is so fuckable."
Kakyoin didn't reply, humiliated and focused on keeping his balance without the use of his arms. The soft glass clack of Kakyoin's earrings colliding with the ground joined the wet slap of skin. He heard the enemy stand user breathe faster, apparently whatever function his stand was serving in this was satisfactory for him, Kakyoin observed bitterly.
Joseph groped at Kakyoin's ass before giving it a solid smack with his artificial hand. Torn from his thoughts, Kakyoin yelped in spite of himself. "That hurts, Mr. Joestar." he managed to squeak out. He squinted his eyes shut, tears pressed through his lashes running hotly onto his cheeks.
"Good boy, Nori—" Joseph groaned, ignoring his complaint, "—My perfect little slut." Another sigh, "Such a good little boy. So wet, just for me."
Kakyoin sobbed into the sandy alley floor when Mr. Joestar spoke to him so familiarly, using a nickname he never got to hear from the lips of his classmates. He felt dirt clumping against his now wet lashes, vision blurring as Joseph began to babble again.
"You take me so well." Joseph sounded absolutely elated, "So good at being my cocksleeve, Nori." Mr. Joestar tightened his grip on Kakyoin's hips, thumbs dug in his dimples of Apollo, "Next you're going to say 'I'm not your cocksleeve, Mr. Joestar'."
"I'm not your cocksleeve, Mist- guh!" Kakyoin was cut off by his own groan as Joseph's hips start to snap harder and he leans to get a better angle, letting his cock drag more purposely and catch against Kakyoin's prostate every few passes. It's too much to actually feel good, Kakyoin registered dimly, his nausea-filled body seemed to only occasionally translate sensations as pleasurable among the pain. His own soft cock swayed in the air with each thrust.
"Close enough," Joseph chuckled before he ground forward with enough force to slide Kakyoin's raw face against the street. He was moaning deeply now, apparently appreciative of the rhythm he'd found. "You're just my type Nori." he forced his cock in with a particularly brutal thrust, "Cute and feisty." he purred. "You feel so good, like you were made for this. Your cunt is even better than pussy. You’re my perfect little sex toy."
He wanted to correct Mr. Joestar, ‘I'm a boy, that's my asshole, idiot.’ but the words don't form. Joseph's breath was hot against the nape of Kakyoin's neck as he groaned in pleasure again, stroking his sides with reverent praise that felt sickly out of place. Kakyoin gagged again, the vomit caught in his throat as his neck pressed into the road.
Kakyoin distantly could hear scuffling, then a yelp from the enemy stand user.
"Jean!" he started to cry but the enemy must have retracted his stand because suddenly everything was dry and he could only scream. The enemy is down, he'll stop, he can stop now, he praised blindly.
But Joseph's hands didn't leave his hips, his pulsing cock didn't leave his body. Kakyoin wondered distantly why Joseph didn't stop, why he kept using his body like a human fleshlight, voluntarily and dry.
"Holy shit," Kakyoin figured it was Joseph talking, his awareness was waning as the pain from being fucked dry started to take its toll, "You are so tight like this, Nori."
Then Joseph panted out a few phrases Kakyoin didn't understand - Italian perhaps? he wasn't sure - and then he could feel the older man's cock twitch with release inside himself. Semen eased the way for the last few strokes as Mr. Joestar rabbited his hips in tight little thrusts through his orgasm.
He heard who he assumed was Polnareff curse loudly in French. Kakyoin reached for control of Hierophant Green, but it fizzled out of reach as he lost consciousness.
Kakyoin woke slowly. The first sensations he registered was his head throbbing and his cottony mouth acrid with bile. His hair was sticky and blood, dirt, and vomit clung to his face. His wrists, shin, and nose ached, his cheek, shoulder, and knees were rubbed raw. He was distantly aware that his ass was sticky and burning. His pants were on again.
He forced his eyelashes open, dried dirt flaking onto his face as he did. He was alone on one of two twin beds in a dark room, but light filtered in from under the door frame. He could hear arguing from the other side. Kakyoin closed his eyes again, dizzy.
"Hierophant Green," he croaked, his dry throat protesting the motion, but his stand materialized in front of him. Its impassive face staring at its user. He didn't want to even think about moving, but he had to take a shower, a bath, anything to get the vomit out of his hair, the dirt and blood off his skin, the semen - Joesph Joestar's actual seminal fluids he dismayed - and assumedly his own blood out of his anal cavity. "Hey there buddy, help me to the bathroom?"
His stand whirred in response, gently lifting him bridal style. When Hierophant opened the bedroom door into the hotel's main living space the distant arguing he had heard went silent. Joseph and Polnareff stood, postured aggressively, glaring at each other. Jotaro sat alone on a couch with his hat pulled over one eye, arms folded defensively. He didn’t look at Kakyoin.
"Where's the bathroom?" Kakyoin asked, not meeting any of their eyes.
"Noriaki!" Polnareff rushed over to him and Kakyoin could see the tears in his eyes, his face wet and nose flushed red. "This way," he gestured to a door across the room and kept himself between the other crusaders and Kakyoin as he escorted him to the restroom.
Polnareff shut the door behind him and then walked over to the bathtub and immediately turned the shower on. "Let's get you cleaned up, mon chaton," he tutted, pulling the shower curtain back.
"Can you leave?" Kakyoin asked pointedly, ignoring the French endearment, feeling humiliated in a way he couldn't explain.
"Ah, don't you need help?" Polnareff looked concerned, like he was on the brink of crying more, which was honestly infuriating to Kakyoin.
"Hierophant will help me," Kakyoin replied, voice taut.
"I think you'll need more assistance than that, Kakyoin. Are you okay? Talk to me."
"I'm fine," Kakyoin's lie sounded violently fake, even to himself.
"No, you're not." Polnareff sighed. "Let me take care of you."
"I'm not your little sister," Kakyoin spat, "Helping me isn't going to help her, you already avenged her, she's fucking dead Polnareff." His vitriol at Polnareff was unfounded, but he couldn't help himself. "Just leave me alone."
Polnareff glared at him, "Punch me in the face again if you really mean it," he goaded, "If you have the strength to punch me in the face with your own fist I'll leave."
Kakyoin stared at him.
"That’s what I thought. And don't talk about Sherry, bastard." Polnareff added.
Hierophant lowered Kakyoin into the empty bathtub, and he curled up under the stream of water with his clothes still on. "Okay," Kakyoin conceded, letting his stand disappear, too tired to protest further.
He tilted his head back, allowing the water run over his face. He opened his mouth, letting the water rinse his tongue before he spat down the drain and repeated the action several times. After a few gurgles he drank some of the water.
Jean's eyes softened and he leaned forward, "Do you need help getting your clothes off?" he offered.
Kakyoin nodded, and let him unbutton his uniform jacket. They removed it together, careful to avoid his probably broken nose, both wet under the showerhead, water dripping off Polnareff onto the floor. Kakyoin's arms ached from the movement.
They stopped after his top was removed, neither willing to start on his pants. They had seen each other naked a few times during their journey so far, but everything felt different now, raw. The patter of water on Kakyoin's head started to rinse the blood, dirt, and bile off him slowly. "Are you attracted to me?" Kakyoin asked, despite himself. "Do you want to fuck me too?"
Polnareff stared at him, dumbfounded as though being asked that was the worst thing that had happened to him. "What makes you ask that?"
Kakyoin sighed, "Mr. Joestar said you are and that you want to, probably."
Jean cursed, running a hand through his own wet hair, "I'll kill him."
"So it's true?" Kakyoin wished he would wash down the drain with the blood he could see seeping out of his pants.
"I know you don't like men, Kakyoin." Polnareff sounded like he was trying to keep the dejected implication out of his voice.
"That's not an answer." Kakyoin seethed.
Polnareff leans away from him, elbows still braced on the rim of the tub. "I have never and will never expect anything from you," he started. "You are stupid and brilliant and endearing mon chaton, and you helped me kill The Hanged Man. I care about you. Platonically."
Kakyoin raised an eyebrow, "You really like teenagers, huh?" He huffed, "First that 16-year-old girl in India and now me? You're gross."
Polnareff looked embarrassed but recovered quickly, "You elbowing me in the face was very romantic, what can I say?"
Kakyoin laughed weakly, hysterically. He didn't know what he wanted the Frenchman to say.
"Let's get you rinsed and make this a bath, okay? I'll leave right after."
"Okay." Kakyoin shook his head, feeling dizzy. He leaned back in the tub and began to peel off his wet slacks and boxers. Polnareff looked pointedly at filthy water swirling down the drain. "Here," Kakyoin managed, holding out his dripping clothes, "Clean these or whatever."
"You got it." Polnareff nodded, taking the wet clothes in hand. He sets the pants and boxers with the rest of Kakyoin's clothing in a wood laundry basin on the floor. "Let me wash your hair."
Kakyoin nodded numbly, and Jean turned off the shower and lathered his hands with a bottle from the floor. Jean gently rubbed his scalp, eyes darting to Kakyoin's often, checking for his reactions.
"Close your eyes, mon coeur, we're going to rinse," Polnareff whispered when he finished.
Kakyoin wordlessly obeyed, eyes clenched as Polnareff turned the shower back on, and continued to stroke through wet red locks. Kakyoin shivered as the shampoo suds dripped down his raw cheek. "That's it." he praised quietly and he turned the shower off again.
Polnareff wordlessly handed him a bar of soap, which Kakyoin took slowly. "Can you turn around or something?" he said, defensive of his nakedness again.
"I'll wash your clothes." he offered, "I'll shut the curtain. Take your time." He slid the flimsy shower curtain shut and turned to the clothes basin and began scrubbing the stained uniform.
Kakyoin stared at the bar of soap before slowly rubbing it between his palms. He began to meticulously scrub, starting at his arms. He worked his way over his upper body mindlessly, listening to Polnareff humming pleasantly. When he reached his genitals he stopped, staring.
Kakyoin closed his eyes and steeled himself before he leaned back and reached down. His anus was hot to the touch, puffy and sore. He swore quietly and Polnareff stopped humming.
"All good in there?" Polnareff's voice echoed in the small bathroom.
"Yeah—" Kakyoin grimaced. "—Don't come over here."
"Got it," Polnareff replied.
Kakyoin continued to prod his soapy fingers at his hole, removing the crusted semen and blood. He heaved, vomiting the water he had drank earlier, the motions of touching himself apparently eliciting a mental gag reflex. Bile swirls down the drain and he removes his hand and gags again.
"Kakyoin?"
"Stay out there," Kakyoin warned.
Polnareff doesn't reply.
Kakyoin returned his attention to cleaning himself, finishing removing the filth from his ass with a mechanical detachment. "How do I set this to fill the tub now?" Kakyoin asked after he scrubbed and rinsed his legs, avoiding putting too much pressure on his bruised shin.
"I can do it for you if that's okay?" Polnareff returned.
"Yeah." Kakyoin conceded, exhausted.
Polnareff's arm peaked through the shower curtain, fiddled with the various knobs until the showerhead turned off and the faucet started to fill the tub. He wordlessly removed the curtain from the inside of the tub and they looked at each other.
A loud knock tapped the door, the metallic clack of Joseph Joestar's gloved metal hand. Kakyoin and Polnareff both tensed at the sound.
"Can I come in?" Joseph queried, voice unreadable.
"No." Kakyoin and Polnareff responded in unison, causing Polnareff to smile slightly at the redhead.
"Okay." Joseph replied readily, "I need to talk to you later, Kakyoin." He shuffled slightly outside the door, "And I'm sorry, Kakyoin, truly." His footsteps could be heard softly leaving the vicinity.
Kakyoin let out a long breath he barely realized he was holding.
"Near the end, after you found us and killed that stand user," Kakyoin trailed off as tears began to form. He swallowed thickly before continuing, "I think he wasn't under control anymore."
"I'm going to kill him," Polnareff growled again.
Noriaki shook his head. "If he's responsible then we are too."
"No." Jean insisted, "You said it yourself, he could have stopped."
Kakyoin shrugged and winced at the pain in his shoulder from the movement. "He said a bunch of stuff to me, during."
"Like what?" Polnareff asked, trying to seem only politely interested but he looked like he was seething under the surface.
"He, uh..." Kakyoin fidgeted, "he called me his cocksleeve."
"Merde." Polnareff gritted his teeth.
"It's just-" He sighed frustratedly. "I'm a man." he felt more tears swell up. "What are the fucking chances this happens to me more than once. What will I even tell my parents? Can I even tell them anything?"
Polnareff looked distant. "No one wants that to happen to them, Noriaki." They are both silent for a moment. "Most rapes go unreported and the ones that are reported are ignored."
"Right." Kakyoin croaked. His sister, he thought madly, I can't even cry about this without getting him upset too because of his sister. We're all so fucked.
They sat, Polnareff looked at Kakyoin while the boy flexed his fingers under the water, watching the ripples. He paused and looked up, realization in his eyes.
"I've had my ass bleed more than once, but I've never been kissed," Kakyoin confessed with his gaze fixed on the faucet.
Polnareff followed his gaze and turned off the water. He looked like he wanted to offer something stupid, like being Kakyoin's first kiss, as though that was the issue here, but instead he cleared his throat. "I'll go now."
Kakyoin shook his head, "Stay."
"Okay, mon chaton."
"What does that mean?" Kakyoin asked, trying to distract himself.
Polnareff looked a bit flustered, "It's, uh, a bit like calling you kitten I suppose."
"Real platonic," Kakyoin deadpanned.
Polnareff laughed, emboldened, and he returned to Kakyoin's earlier comment. "Does it make you want a kiss?" He flirted, but didn't move toward Kakyoin.
"No," Kakyoin quipped, "You're such an asshole."
Polnareff gasped in faux offense.
Kakyoin chuckled, genuinely.
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, Polnareff's knees probably ached from the tile but he didn't say anything.
When the water started to cool and Kakyoin's fingers had pruned he broke the silence. "Go get me a towel. I'm going back to sleep."
"Bossy." Polnareff teased, but he grabbed a towel from the rack behind him, and opened it for Kakyoin.
Kakyoin raised himself up on shaky legs and stepped into the towel. Polnareff wrapped it around him. "I'll let you carry me back to that bed I woke up in," Kakyoin said.
"Oh, what an honor." Polnareff rolled his eyes and picked up the towel-clad teen.
When they ventured into the main room it was thankfully empty. Polnareff opened the bedroom door with Silver Chariot, the stand fluttering away as quickly as it appeared.
"Can you change into your sleeping clothes on your own?" Polnareff asked after he set the shivering Kakyoin down on the bed furthest from the door.
"Hierophant will help me."
Polnareff nodded and walked back to the door, "I'll just be out here, holler when you're done." He hesitated a moment as if wanting to say something else before closing the door behind him.
Hierophant Green materialized in front of Kakyoin, t-shirt already in hand. "Thanks." Kakyoin acknowledged, lifting his arms. They worked together to dress Kakyoin and towel his hair. Kakyoin curled up under the covers and sent Hierophant to the door.
"Hey," Polnareff announced as he walked back into the room, the stand leaving as he entered. He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "Get some sleep, if you can't travel in the morning we'll have to leave you with the Speedwagon Foundation for a few days while we move ahead."
Kakyoin frowned. "I'll be fine."
"I believe you mon chaton, I just wanted to let you know." The Frenchman sounded exhausted. "Get some sleep." He fiddled with the edge of the duvet.
"I will." Kakyoin nodded. "Can you do something for me?"
"Anything," Polnareff agreed.
"Stay in here tonight?"
"Oui," Polnareff hummed.
"Platonically." Kakyoin added and pointed to the empty twin bed on the other side of the room, “in that bed.”
"You wound me, Kakyoin." Polnareff mused.
Kakyoin smiled, "I know, Jean Pierre."
"Good night, Noriaki."