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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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He wants to say something similarly reassuring, but when he presses his face against Yosuke's neck, all that comes out is, "I'm sorry."
Yosuke holds him tighter.
Souji closed his eyes. This way, it's a little easier to pretend this isn't happening and he tries to get his limbs to stop moving in stiff jerks so he can comfort Yosuke, though it's still hard to feel him under the numbness that's overtaken him. He's so clammy he wonders how Yosuke can stand to touch him, but he does and it's almost possible to get lost in the feeling of the hand stroking his hair, the lips brushing his face, and he remembers yesterday at the food court, the bright sun, their friends chatting, Yosuke leaning against him and grabbing his hand behind his back, and this is-they can handle this.
His stomach still feels queasy, but when he inhales and smells Yosuke, he's comforted, and when Yosuke moves his hips, he moves his in return. It's not about getting off anymore or putting on a show for Dojima. He just wants to be close to Yosuke, and he kisses his neck and slides his thumb over his side, and tomorrow this won't matter. Tomorrow, they'll forget about it, won't let it affect them, and he'll never bring Yosuke back to the house, will never let this happen again, and everything will be fine, somehow.
A hand touches his back, and it's not Yosuke's.
Souji's eyes snap open but that's the only part of him that can move, everything else is frozen, locked up with a fear he hasn't felt since the first time Dojima locked his door. Why is Dojima over here, why is he-he can hear Dojima's grunts and heavy breathing, the slap-slap-slap of his hand on his dick and the hand on his shirt balls it up-he imagines being forced up, imagines Dojima making him finish him off and he can't, if he has to do that in front of Yosuke he'll die, he won't be able to stand it.
And then a more horrifying thought: Dojima making Yosuke do it.
He tries to sit up, forcing himself to move when his body's forgotten how because he can't-he won't let Dojima do that to Yosuke, but Yosuke puts a hand on the back of his neck to keep him down and presses their faces together. Souji can feel him shaking, but it's different than it was a moment ago, no longer nerves or fear, and it's a better match for the way he growls out, "Fuck you, you bastard, you sick son of a bitch."
Dojima steps closer, groans, and raises Souji's shirt just in time to come on his back.
Souji is very glad Yosuke doesn't see it happen.
Dojima leaves after that, after patting him on the head with a sticky hand and telling Yosuke it's late and he should get home. The door closes with a click. Yosuke's breathing is ragged.
Souji's eyes burn. "I'm sorry."
Yosuke pulls at his headphones, throws them to the side. Music blares out, loud and harsh, until he stops it.
Souji tries to sit up again, but he still can't move properly. He feels odd, wrapped in cotton and yet painfully aware of everything, of how dirty and pathetic and useless he was at preventing Yosuke from being dragged into this. "I'm sorry."
"Don't…don't say anything, you don’t have to apologize for this." Yosuke removes his hand from his neck, goes to wrap his arms around him, and touches the mess on his back. "Dammit." He heaves something like a sob and cleans Souji with his sleeve, scrubbing so hard it hurts.
It's not until Yosuke turns so Souji can see him properly that his eyes start to water. Yosuke's are red, but it's the way he touches his face, the fact that he's still touching him at all, that makes Souji's vision blur.
"You can't stay here, partner."
Souji nods, too choked up to speak, and Yosuke lets him lay there for a while longer, strokes his hair and murmurs things that Souji can't make out but are comforting nonetheless.
He's a little proud of himself; it's not often he manages to wait until Dojima is gone before crying.
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(Writing this was one part 'blah blah fix that sentence, edit' and two parts 'why do I do these kinds of things to these characters (especially Souji) D8?!')
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