Big Man With a Gun

A/N: Inspired by the song "Big Man With a Gun" by Nine Inch Nails.

this is my first ever completed fanfic, i've only skimmed back over it so if there's any awkward misspellings or phrasing anywhere, that's my fault for not beta'ing it. if i get enough of a response i might do a couple more chapters.

"I'm every inch a man and I'll show you somehow."

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Adachi licked his lips unconsciously as he glanced again at the ash haired boy sitting under the kotatsu on the floor- Souji, his partner's beloved nephew who liked to give the appearance of an innocent teenager. Adachi knew better. He knew Souji for what he was- an incubus, an apparition of intimate dreams come to taunt and torture him.

The subtle passes Souji made and the tantalizing way he carried himself weren't lost on Adachi. The teen would fetch him a beer or an after dinner snack and make sure to touch Adachi's fingers with his own and linger a moment before pulling away. The detective's mouth dropped open a little and he couldn't help but outright gawk when the boy unbuttoned the top of his shirt and began to seemingly absentmindedly rub his collarbone.

Yes, Souji was doing this on purpose. Adachi bit his lip and folded his hands casually in his lap to cover his half erection. Trying to concentrate on the TV and Dojima's sparse comments about what they were watching, Adachi eventually felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked over slightly to see Souji smirking at him with smoldering half lidded eyes. Looking away quickly, Adachi clenched his jaw and kept his eyes averted from the gaze of his sexual tormentor.

Eventually Nanako went off to bed and soon afterwards Dojima said his good night's as well, trusting Adachi to let himself out. That left him alone with the deviant and Adachi nervously looked over at him. Souji smiled back and stood up before unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and making a show of rubbing his neck, chest and abdomen seductively. Souji started to slip his hand under his waistband and then stopped his show abruptly, instead yawning and stretching his arms above his head briefly.

"Guess it's my bedtime too. Adachi-San..." Souji bowed out of the room, a smirk still on his face, and hurried off to his room.

Wondering briefly whether or not he should take the bait, Adachi stood up and winced at the blatant boner he was now sporting. That little tramp started this and he was going to finish it too...


Not bothering with knocking, Adachi slid the door open to see his prey sitting on the futon waiting. Muttering a guttural "fuck", Adachi practically ripped his tie and jacket off on his way to the futon where he crashed into Souji and began kissing him wildly while fondling any and every part of his young body.

Souji didn't say anything, instead opting to use his tongue and hot mouth for better things. He arched into the leg that was thrust between his and shivered at the hands caressing his waist. Being the playful devil he is, he decided to have a little fun.

The detective was in the middle of tearing off the boy's pants when he felt the gun being lifted from it's holster at his side and pressed to his belly. Hand frozen in mid unzip, Adachi narrowed his eyes at a Chesire Cat Souji.

"The fuck are you doing, bitch?" Adachi demanded, glaring dangerously at Souji.

"Shut up and suck it, Adachi-San." Souji growled, raising the pistol to the older man's mouth.

Sucking in his breath to retort, Adachi decided to go along with it. Still glaring, he leaned forward to take the barrel into his mouth and begin sucking. The faint taste of metal lubricant and leather from the holster had Adachi cringing but he kept at it, sucking and licking and glaring all the while at a very aroused teenage boy. While he sucked off the metal phallus in his mouth, he raised one hand slowly to Souji's chest, then collar, then to the boy's neck where he clamped down and squeezed, making Souji's eyes water.

Cocking the gun, Souji watched through his tear filled vision as his lover tried to squeeze the life out of him while still blowing off the gun stuck in his mouth. As everything started growing dark and Souji's eyes rolled back into his head, he let the gun drop and watched Adachi smile maliciously.


The next thing Souji knew, he was fully naked, on his stomach, and there was a tongue in his ass which was in the air. Moaning groggily, he tried to lift his head to look back but he had a splitting headache and his eyes burned.

Removing his tongue and thrusting in two fingers to take its place, Adachi spoke. "Awake Souji-kun?" he sounded almost cheerful as he thrust and twisted his fingers, jamming them against Souji's sweet spot.

Souji tried to cry out but his throat hurt and all he could do was moan and gasp, trying his damndest to wriggle away to no avail.

"What's wrong? Don't want my fingers in your asshole Souji-kun?" Adachi asked, his words dripping with poison. He hit Souji's sweet spot a few more times, hard, before pulling his fingers out and flipping the teen over. "You keep your ass so nice and clean like a good slut. Is that for me? Or for your little school friends?" Adachi asked, suddenly grabbing Souji's half erect penis and stroking it harshly to life, making the boy whimper and tear up again. "Both maybe? I wouldn't doubt it. You love cock, you don't care who gives it to you. I wouldn't be surprised if Dojima had a piece of this ass once in awhile." he laughed when Souji's already red face darkened and looked away. "Hit the nail on the head, huh?"

Souji couldn't bring himself to speak. Not that he wanted to anyway, he knew that ignoring Adachi would get the best reaction out of him. This is why he did this after all- he enjoyed the severe mistreatment Adachi delivered behind closed doors. With Yosuke, sex was making love, all tender touches and passionate kisses. With Kanji, it was a lesson. Kanji still had a hard time accepting his love for cock in his ass so Souji would always be there to remind him just why it was so pleasurable. It was playing. With Dojima it was something taboo. Dojima would come up to Souji's room after a few drinks every now and then and Souji would comfort him with a blowjob or a quick fuck. Dojima would come, Chisato's name on his lips, then leave without a word.

With Adachi it was the abuse. Get the detective riled up enough and Souji would get what his deep, inner darkness craved- bruises and bloodied lips, hair ripped out, maybe a slap or two from the pistol the man carried.

Seeing Souji lost in thought angered Adachi and he roughly ripped the grey haired teen's legs apart. "Hey you fucking shit, pay attention when I'm talking to you. God you're such a dumb slut!" the man spat and thrust into the slightly slicked hole before him. He immediately began a ragged pace, giving his younger lover no time to adjust or protest. "God you live for this don't you? Your ass is eating me up! Shit!" he panted as he hammered into Souji, loving how the boy clutched frantically at the covers underneath him and tossed his head back and forth. The little twat was practically cross eyed with ecstasy. Adachi refused to let up and absolutely pounded the boy into his futon.

Desperate for more, Souji wheezed out as best he could, "Fuck... Me... Fuck-Harder..."

Annoyed, Adachi slapped Souji hard across the face, leaving an almost purple mark there and drawing a few tears from the young man. "Shut the fuck up, whore! Goddamn bitch!" Adachi hissed and then backhanded Souji in the mouth, busting his lip open and spattering blood on the already stained sheet below them. The sight of the blood was enough to rip his orgasm from him and he grunted, doubling over on top of Souji and spattering his bloodied, abused insides with hot cum.

With Adachi's head on his chest, Souji sighed and ran his hand through the man's sweat soaked hair, scratching behind his ear sweetly. This was what Adachi needed. To be treated like a lover instead of like the monster he seemed to be below the surface. Lifting his head and resting his chin on Souji's chest, Adachi gave him a contented, goofy grin. Souji gave him a half smile back, wincing at the pain in his cut lip. Adachi's grin softened into his normal mask of a smile.

"You look so hot right now Souji-kun. I should have came on your pretty face."

Souji laughed and wriggled his hips to get Adachi to dislodge.

"Nuh-uh. I'm never gonna leave I'm comfy right here." Adachi purred, chuckling when Souji groaned with annoyance. "Okay okay. Here Souji-kun, let me.." before finishing his sentence, Adachi slid out of his younger lover and repositioned himself on his elbows between Souji's legs. He slid a finger back in part way and took the boy's soft member in his mouth.

Souji hissed in pleasure, slamming his head back into his pillow. His asshole burned a little and he could feel a mix of blood and semen trickling out as Adachi worked his finger tentatively in and out while sucking his erection to life. Souji quickly hardened in the sweet tender mouth working him over and mewled wantonly as his release neared.

Adachi twisted his finger around tenderly, making sure to tease with pleasure and not pain. He could tell Souji was getting close when his breathing got more ragged and his shoulders started hitching. Swirling his tongue expertly around the head and then taking the entire shaft down his throat, Adachi moaned in satisfaction as Souji finally released his milky seed down his throat.

"Fffffuckkk" The teenager sighed as his cum was swallowed down a tight throat. His toes were curled and his fingers were twitching when Adachi let his softening dick slip from his lips with a chuckle.

An arm thrown haphazardly over his face, Souji basked in the afterglow of rough and then oh so tender sex. Adachi was licking tenderly at the mess dripping from Souji's abused hole, massaging his stomach and hips as he did so. This is how it always went and Souji didn't want it to ever end. But it would eventually, as he had to go home in a few months' time. He'd just have to take advantage of every opportunity he got.

As for Adachi, he was addicted to these occasional meetings and wouldn't be ending them anytime soon. And if Souji grew tired of him, he'd just have to do what he does to all the bitches and whores who toss him aside.

The thought angered him and suddenly he didn't want to be here with the boy, eating his ass and acting like lovers. He pulled his tongue out of the boy and wiped his mouth on the unbearably soiled sheet. He couldn't look at Souji as he put his pants and shirt back on, grabbed his gun, and headed for the door. A hand grabbed his before he could open it however and he squeezed it tight for a moment before letting it go and departing.

Souji sighed and watched Adachi leave in one of his strange moods again. Laying back in bed, hurting all over and totally exhausted, he grabbed his phone and texted his boyfriend.

[Yosuke, can I come over tomorrow? Let's skip school for the day.]

Not waiting for an answer, Souji got up from the bed and headed for the shower. He needed to wash Adachi out of him and Dia his bruises and cuts before he could think about sleep.