Hey, guys. This is a fanfic I wrote for a friend who told me to write a smutty Adachi x Yu fanfic. She's drawing me art, so I had to. Plus it was fun. xD Please don't hate. Reviews are lovely. Warning: Lemon, rape, spanking, dirty stuff, yaoi (obvi)

~Vivi

"It's you, Adachi." The words slipped from my mouth before I could even stop them. Adachi had appeared before me, with an intent other than to see Doujima about the case. Doujima, my uncle had left the house to visit Nanako at the hospital and I was expect to come up as soon as I finished some last minute homework. Right as I was about to leave, Adachi showed up.

I knew it was odd that he had came to the house without the intention of seeing Doujima and now that I had finally put the pieces together, I knew exactly what was up. Adachi made his way into the house, his innocent features no longer present as he sneered at me. "You knew it was me, huh? The one pushing everyone into the TV?" All I could do was nod as I glared at him. It was one of those times I wish I wasn't at home alone. It would have been nice to at least have Yousuke with me.

"You know, I can't have you going about and meddling with this case anymore. You've already fell in too deep with this and I'm afraid that if you don't stop, I'll have to stop you, myself." Adachi continued on. He had something behind his back, but I couldn't exactly see what it was. "Doujima's out to visit Nanako, correct?"

"Get out of the house." Was all I managed to say. I couldn't locate my weapon at all to be able to fight back and there was no way I'd make it to the kitchen safely without the risk of getting shot or wounded in some way. Instantly, before I could even attempt to think of another idea, I was pushed hard onto the floor, until I landed flat on my back, with my head hitting the tiles.

My head was spinning as I struggled to sit up, only to feel a heavy wait on my stomach. Opening my eyes, I stared right up at Adachi, who straddled my waist, a roll of what seemed to be police tape being played carefully with his long fingers. "What are you going to do with that?" I manage to slur out, still attempting to gain full consciousness.

He started to unravel it, before setting it aside and unbuttoning my jacket. That was when I knew something wasn't right. "Wait! What do you plan on doing?" I hissed as I struggled hard against him to no avail. There was only laughter as my jacket was opened completely, along with my shirt, leaving my chest out in the open for this man.

I lift my arms to push him off of me, but he quickly grabbed my wrists, hoisting them above my head while his free hand ran teasingly down my front. The feeling of it made me shiver in disgust as I grunted, working even harder to try to get him off of me. "You're a sick man, Adachi!" I growled, my grey eyes glaring up at him with all the hatred I could possibly ever harbor.

"Stop struggling and this will be a lot easier on the both of us." He responded with a smirk as he wrapped police tape tightly around my wrists, bounding them together. Even though I pretty much knew what was going to happen, my mind refused to believe that Adachi would actually go to the lengths of having his way with me.

The tape was dragged down, running tightly over my eyes, to where all I could see was a dim yellow. I felt the weight lift off of me and almost sighed with relief, before feeling myself get roughly turned around. Laying on my stomach, with my hands tied above my head and my eyes covered, I felt more tape wrap around my body until it stopped right around my hips. I could feel the tape being tied into a bow and I started to scream, hoping that Doujima came back to see what was taking me so long. Unfortunately, there was no luck with that.

Once I felt smooth hands against my hips, I jerked slightly, only to feel them get tugged down roughly, soon followed by my boxers. My face heated with embarrassment, knowing that I was bare in front of not only a man, but Adachi.

"You've been bad." His voice rang out softly and I could feel the heat radiating near my ear. "Getting involved in things you shouldn't be. Meddling with cases that don't have to do with you." A hard slap was felt against my ass, making me scream out in pain as another one followed suit, and another.

The burning sensation on my bottom was enough to make me shed a few tears and when the spanking ceased, I let out a whimper of relief. "Please let me go." I pleaded, my voice shaking. I never let anyone get to me like this and now that it was happening, I would rather have had him kill me from the beginning.

It almost seemed as if he left for a second, but hearing the metal clanking of a belt told me otherwise. "Your poor ass. It's so red." Adachi cooed huskily as a hand lightly ran over my bottom, making me wince as if expecting another hit. Instead, a finger pressed inside of me, deeply, making me shift uncomfortably.

At the time, it felt as if I was floating outside of my own body and I could hear myself say 'no' over and over again, especially when a second finger was pressed in. I groaned at the unusual, uncomfortable feeling, and I assumed Adachi thought that was a moan of pleasure because he whispered, "You're such a slut, Yu. Do you do this a lot with those friends of yours?"

I shook my head violently. "N-No, not get away from me." I grunted. Apparently Adachi wasn't going to have any of that, because he pulled his fingers out and slapped my ass once more, making me yelp.

"Maybe you shouldn't have been so naughty, huh?" He growled, smacking me again even harder this time. I bit my lip, and it must have been really hard, because I could taste the blood on my bottom lip from it.

Adachi had started to gently rub my ass now, whispering what must have been dirty things to me. I couldn't quite catch them, however, as I was praying and hoping it would all end soon. There was a feeling of something pressed against my entrance that was definitely not a finger and I screamed, struggling even harder. There was no way would I ever let someone put their dick inside of me.

It was no use, however, as he pressed hard, breaking through my walls. I could feel myself tearing at how rough he was going, but that didn't stop him from continuously pounding into me, his nails digging into my hips. Warm liquid oozed out of me and I knew it had to be blood because of the familiar smell of metal.

My consciousness was drifting away, or at least it felt like it, until he managed to slow down slightly, grinding his hips into me, enough for his penis to press against my prostate, causing me to see stars. I let out a surprise moan from the feeling, regretting that I was unable to catch myself before it happened. "Oh, you like that?" His voice purred as he did it again and again, just as slowly and gentle as before. "You wanted this, didn't you? You needed to be fucked so badly by someone like me. I'm surprised Doujima didn't get to you first."

The thought of that made me want to mentally gag but I kept my mouth shut as I squirmed from underneath him, determined to not show that the feeling was slightly enjoyable. I could feel myself growing hard and hoped that he wouldn't notice it. The embarrassment was overwelming and I didn't need him to point out that my body liked it even if my mind didn't.

Adachi picked up the pace again, but this time not as rough. He hoisted my ass in the air in order to get at a better angle and I willingly let him, my face crimson with embarrassment and hatred towards myself. "Fuck." Adachi's voice echoed off of the walls as he came inside of me. I could feel myself being filled, and it was a highly unpleasant feeling but it had managed to make me release as well, all over my bare front.

Quickly pulling out, he flipped me and there was an awkward pause as I now laid helpless on my back. "You did enjoy it." He purred, a finger running along my limp shaft before pressing against my mouth. The taste was salty and bitter and I wanted to spit it out, but he forced me to swallow. My eyes widened from behind the police tape as a pair of soft lips pressed against mine roughly.

"I swear to you, I'll kill you next time if you talk to anyone about this and don't drop the fucking case, understand?" His voice growled, inches from my face, before another kiss was felt and I weakly kissed back, not knowing of any other reaction I could have done at the moment.

As soon as he had came, Adachi was gone, leaving me tied up on the floor of the Doujima residence. I struggled, unable to stand from the pain of being raped. My body was too sore and I ended up passing out. The next thing I knew, the tape was being unraveled from me and Doujima stood there, unable to even glance at me as he cleared his throat awkwardly. "Go...get cleaned up and then tell me what happened, or don't. Actually, I'm sure I don't even want to know."

I merely nodded my head and stood up shakily, limping up the stairs and into my room.

Well, there you have it. Kinda short but I just let my imagination run with it. I haven't written in forever so I'm hoping that this is decent. I hope you enjoyed!

~Vivi