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At some unnameable hour of the night, Souji was awoken by his bladder. He relieved himself in the bathroom, still feeling some of the effects of the alcohol, and was about to go back upstairs when the quiet drone of the TV on low volume prompted him down the stairs.

Dojima was on the couch, head curled over, clearly asleep. Souji padded into the living room, noticing the empty beer cans scattered on the floor at Dojima's feet. The low table was clear, though, empty except for a single cup of untouched coffee.

Souji paused, there, almost touching the cup but drawing back, instead turning around to switch off the TV.

A rustle. “Hnn?” Dojima awoke, bleary. “Nanako?”

Souji stood in the dark, still facing the television. “It's me, Uncle.”

Dojima was silent behind him and Souji paused, hesitant. He shifted his feet, intending to turn around.

“Don't.” The single word was broken, a cut-off rasp muffled from behind damp hands. Still drunk, more than a little desperate, Dojima didn't want to show Souji anything.

Souji didn't move, didn't say anything. What would he do? Say 'it wasn't your fault'? 'It's all gonna be okay'? There was any number of bullshit phrases he could spout, phrases he'd spouted in the past to comfort people, because that was the thing he was supposed to say, or because that was how he'd get what he wanted.

So much bullshit. And Souji didn't know what was true, not anymore. Not after everything that had happened, here in Inaba.

Excuses and apologies were all worthless, and wouldn't replace what was gone, couldn't fix what had been broken. Souji went back upstairs.

He dreamed in fragments. In one Souji saw the face of the killer, someone who wasn't Namatame. He'd forget it as soon as he woke up. In another fragment Nanako was still alive, in middle school now, and in another fragment Souji saw silver hair and a wicked smile underneath the brim of a cap.

All of these were soon slammed into insignificance with the sudden realization. He knew what had to be done. He struggled out of bed, and pounded downstairs, the noise startling Dojima out of his slumber.

“Souji, what -”

Souji grabbed his uncle by the wrists and kissed him hard enough to rattle both of their bones. Dojima's lips were unresponsive at first, still, but rolled with it, working against Souji's mouth and leaning back so Souji could slide into his lap and unbutton Dojima's shirt. Dojima's hands were all over him, neck, chest, hips, down to grip his thighs, rubbing his thumbs in through the cloth of Souji's pyjama pants so close to his crotch but never close enough.

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Souji was hard already, his erection blatant through his cotton-soft pants. Dojima grunted, his large hands feeling their way up under Souji's shirt, and Souji moved in closer, close enough to grind his cock into Dojima's lap and feel that he was hard too. He wanted them to touch, skin against skin, wanted to lay his own cock against Dojima's and fist them both together and make Dojima come so hard he'd forget anything, everything.

Souji settled for wrestling off Dojima's belt and tugging down his pants and boxers. Dojima had to squirm a bit to make it work, but it was worth it to see Dojima's erection hard and weeping in the dark in front of him.

Dojima gasped when Souji went down on him, spreading his knees to let Souji take everything into his mouth, Souji working his lips and his tongue over the head and length of Dojima's cock. Souji could taste sweat and come, his mouth tight over Dojima's cock as his hands grazed the hairs of Dojima's thighs, the cool night air forming goose pimples over Dojima's skin.

Souji was hard enough to burn now, and he left off, crawling back up to Dojima's lap to set his ass against Dojima's slick cock. This would hurt but Souji didn't care, sinking himself onto Dojima with a low moan, feeling the stretch and the burn. He began to move immediately, jerking himself up and down in small, tight, motions, hands on Dojima's shoulders for balance. Dojima took Souji's cock with one hand, squeezing, circling his thumb over the wet tip as his other hand splayed against his nephew's chest, thumb rolling over Souji's nipple in time. This room was cold, too cold, but Souji felt hot, his thighs burning, the full sensation in his gut pulsing as Dojima ground hard inside of him. Dojima's mouth was open, gasping, and Souji moved one hand from Dojima's shoulder to his cheek, stroking the stubble, slipping his thumb into Dojima's mouth.

Then Dojima was thumbing the slit in his cock and Souji came, hard, squeezing tight around Dojima to have him following within moments. Souji pressed his come-slick stomach against his uncle's as he leaned forward, replacing his thumb with his lips as he took Dojima's mouth, still jerking his hips against Dojima's crotch in the last tremors of orgasm.

“Ryotaro,” Souji moaned, still somewhere in the juncture between sleep and awake, hand down his pyjama pants against his spent cock under the sticky sheets in his bed.

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Souji stayed for a few days, greeting all the local Inaba faces before making his way back to the train station. Dojima saw him off, umbrella in hand - it was raining again - the usual somber expression on his face.

“It was nice, having you here,” Dojima said.

Souji nodded. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“I'll be fine,” Dojima said as the last whistle blew. It was time for Souji to go.

“I'll come and visit again soon,” Souji said, taking Dojima's hand for one last firm shake before he boarded the train.

It was best for the both of them to lie.

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[anonymous]

Oof, authornon. Maybe it wasn't what I expected, but it's still a very poignant and sad story, which is what I like. Poor Dojima. Poor Souji. Poor everyone.

Still, I wonder if it's a bad thing that the realization that the sex was only a dream caused me to mentally insert "Your relationship with Dojima has intensified..." XD;

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Still, I wonder if it's a bad thing that the realization that the sex was only a dream caused me to mentally insert "Your relationship with Dojima has intensified..." XD;

Pffff hahaha suddenly the fic seems a lot more light-hearted than I intended it to be. XP