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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
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SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: PERSONA 4 KINK MEME
In this scintillating post of mine, you can comment anonymously with any pairing ( Read more... )
“They’re not here,” Souji said as he eyed the corners, searching for even a flicker of life.
“What’s not here?” Yosuke asked, not daring to go inside first.
“Those women I saw. The ones with blindfolds.”
“Oh yeah. But that’s a good thing, right? We’ve got our hands full with just your uncle as it is.”
“I don’t know…” Souji finally braved a step into the room.
Once Yosuke had followed, the door slammed shut and locked behind them. Yosuke turned and stared incredulously at it before trying to pry the thing back open. Failing, he turned back to Souji. “Dude, what the fuck is going on? This isn’t cool!”
“Let’s just stay calm,” Souji reasoned, despite his pounding heart. “We won’t get anything accomplished if we let this place get to us.”
“I know, but-”
The faint sound of water abruptly ceasing cut Yosuke off. The two tensed and turned toward the mysterious door, waiting for whatever would emerge.
Hardly a moment later, the thing slowly swung open. A cloud of hot mist billowed forth and mingled with the omnipresent fog. Then, Dojima stepped out.
Souji, caught completely off guard at his uncle’s state of undress, could only stare for the moment. He had never really entertained visions of Dojima’s physique before, but seeing most of it now he became almost dumbstruck at how well maintained the man actually looked. It was clear that Dojima was not the type to have weight issues; his muscles, though not necessarily ripped, were undeniably well toned and overall age had looked rather kindly on him.
Dojima’s damp body was wrapped about the waist in a white towel and his wet hair dripped water over his shoulders; thin rivulets snaked down his arms and chest. He appeared at ease, completely comfortable and relaxed. But when he spotted Souji and Yosuke, his aura shifted to that of bitter amusement. He smirked sardonically, but said nothing. Instead, he reached back around the bathroom corner and pulled out a pristine pack of cigarettes. After a hard smack against the heel of his hand, a single cigarette shot halfway out from the rest. Dojima raised the pack to his lips and drew the projecting stick out slowly, almost provocatively. As he lit its end, his gaze never left either of their faces. The light of the flame made his eyes appear demonic. Then, with a steady drag, he chucked the pack and lighter carelessly over his shoulder and let them clatter to the floor.
As he exhaled a long, heavy stream of pale smoke, his mirthless smile returned. “Well well well. Look who’s here.”
“Careful,” Souji advised and braced himself with a hand on his katana’s hilt. The dark tone of man’s voice did not sit well with him. “I think that’s his Shadow.”
Dojima’s smile touched his eyes now, and he laughed deep and long. After a moment he calmed and returned his affections to his neglected cigarette. “Ahhh. It really does feel good to laugh. I’d forgotten.”
“Where’s the real Dojima-san?” Yosuke bit out, hands ready on his kunai.
“So, the Junes kid speaks after all,” Shadow Dojima drawled. “What a shame.”
“Answer us,” Souji pressed.
The man’s eyes flickered with golden light. “That all depends on your definition of ‘real,’ now, doesn’t it?”
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“Of course I know what you mean, you worthless little fuck. Have you forgotten that I am a detective?”
“Then tell us!” Souji worried at the Shadow’s elevated tone, hoping his uncle had not succumbed to any harm.
“He’s just having a…minor breakdown of sorts. A mid-life crisis maybe? Huh.” Shadow Dojima jerked his head toward the room from which he came. “In there.” He snorted in disdain. “It’s the funniest thing, really. I think he wanted you to show up. As if you might save him from this so-called nightmare.”
The Shadow flicked his half-smoked cigarette at Yosuke, who barely dodged it before it would have collided with his face.
“Heh. But I know he wanted you here for other reasons. I wonder if you’re prepared to accept them, though. Hmph. Well, it doesn’t matter in the end. Gratification. That’s what matters most. We’re nothing if we never attain what we want.”
Souji stiffened at the Shadow’s words.
“The hell are you talking about?” Yosuke snapped.
“I know. Let’s strike a deal.” Shadow Dojima seemed to grow serious. “Put down those toys of yours, and maybe I’ll let you see for yourselves.”
Souji furrowed his brow and looked to Yosuke, who did not seem to have any other alternative in mind. “Let’s just go with it for now,” Souji whispered to his friend and carefully set his blade on the floor.
Yosuke looked distraught at this turn of events, but followed Souji’s lead. With their weapons laid beside them, the two had no choice at the moment but to stand at guard. Shadow Dojima smiled and turned to mumble something into the bathroom that neither could hear. Soon, another foot stepped from the mist and Souji’s uncle emerged. Unlike his Shadow, he remained in his full detective’s ensemble.
Dojima looked at his nephew, his face written in turmoil. “Souji. Why. How did you get here?”
Seeing Souji at a loss, Yosuke entreated on his behalf. “Dojima-san! Are you okay?”
When his eyes slid to the auburn-haired boy, Dojima’s expression darkened slightly. “Why are you here?”
“We came to save you.” Yosuke looked back at Souji, wondering why his friend remained silent. Something about Souji’s face betrayed his desperate unease.
“We don’t need saving,” Shadow Dojima growled and approached Yosuke.
Standing before him, the Shadow took Yosuke’s chin roughly in his hand. Yosuke, shocked at the sudden contact, tried to free himself, but the grip on his face only tightened against his efforts. He whimpered in pain.
“As if two kids with delusions of being some kind of agents of justice could do much along those lines anyway.” The Shadow swiveled Yosuke’s head a bit and looked closely at his face. “Hmm. Not all that fascinating to look at, is he?” He glanced over at Souji, who remained frozen to the spot. “I’ll bet he’s a lousy fuck as well. Has he ever even made you come without touching your cock?”
“S-stop it,” Souji whispered. He could practically hear his blood flowing in his ears.
Shadow Dojima shoved Yosuke away, causing the latter to stumble and fall hard to his knees. With a hand braced on the floor to balance himself, Yosuke rubbed tenderly at his throbbing jaw and glared at the Shadow, who was now walking in a slow and appraising circle around Souji.
“Stop what?” The Shadow’s tone dripped with fatherly concern.
“It’s…not like that.” Hearing those words from his uncle’s mouth, even from that of his Shadow, made the heat rise unbearably to Souji’s head. It was too embarrassing. The last thing he wanted his guardian to speak of, to know of, was anything about the gradual turn Souji’s feelings had taken for his best friend recently. His male best friend. He was having a difficult time adjusting to it himself. He felt his hands begin to shake again, and though he tried with all his willpower to control himself, he could do little to ease his anxiety.
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Souji squeezed his eyes shut against that fiery, intense stare and his body instantly stiffened when he felt something warm and slick on his face. Shadow Dojima ran his tongue from Souji’s jaw up along that curve until he reached the boy’s ear, where he playfully bit on its lobe.
“You taste good. I can only imagine what the rest of you tastes like. And I have imagined it, again…and again.” Though the Shadow said this into Souji’s ear between licks, it was not lost on the others.
Dojima, who had up until now been in a kind of trance with his back to the wall, snapped to attention, furious. “That’s not true, you sick son of a bitch!”
“Oho, I beg to differ.” Shadow Dojima moved quickly, letting go of Souji’s hair and gripping his wrists together behind his back to keep the boy from fighting. A strangled cry rattled Souji’s throat as he stood at the Shadow’s mercy.
Seeing his friend in such peril, Yosuke jumped to his feet and swept up a kunai in one fluid motion. His face contorted in passionate fury. “Bastard!”
But before he even had a chance to swing the blade down, Shadow Dojima had lashed out with his free hand and punched Yosuke hard in the face. Souji could hear the connection of bone against bone separated only by fragile layers of skin. He watched Yosuke reel, completely dazed. His lip had been split, and blood already oozed thickly from his nose as well. Red stained the pallor of his skin in vivid, cruel streams, and Yosuke slumped unconscious to the floor next to his fallen kunai. His blood dripped steadily down his cheeks, already lost within the vermilion rug.
“Yosuke!” Souji called out, but the Shadow covered his mouth. He could smell Yosuke’s blood on that hand. Tears sprang to his eyes.
“Shh.”
Seeing the scene’s escalation, Dojima finally broke free from his stupor and moved to confront the being wearing his face.
“Stop,” his Shadow warned and then reconsidered. “Or don’t. Maybe you want to see him bleed as well?”
Souji looked to his uncle with glassy, reddened eyes. Seeing that vulnerability, Dojima immediately yielded. “What is it you want from me?”
The Shadow seemed pleased. “Acknowledge me. Admit that we’re the same.”
“The same?” Dojima echoed.
“Yes.”
Dojima grimaced, his anger mounting. “No, I’m nothing like that. Do you hear me?! Nothing at all!”
The Shadow’s eager expression melted into controlled rage, golden eyes smoldering. “You’re a fool. But, then again, we’re the type that’s better swayed by actions than words, aren’t we?”
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“If you try something like that again, I’ll slice your stupid boyfriend’s throat with his own weapon before you even have time to blink,” Shadow Dojima threatened.
Souji stilled, his heart hammering and his mind racing. He had to think of something to get out of this without risking further violence to Yosuke. But then he couldn’t do much if he fell into harm’s way either. He would just have to wait for his chance. But why was his uncle just standing there? If only Yosuke would snap out of it…
Souji barely had time to project his will toward his fallen friend before his captor’s hand began to work at him again without warning. This time it wrenched the buttons on his fly apart with one determined pull. He grunted in shocked indignation and turned his wild eyes to the man on the other side of the room.
“Dojima-san! Please-” Souji wailed.
But Dojima could only watch passively as if it was all just a dream.
“Did you know your boring little boytoy was getting pretty worked up on the way here? Just hearing those sounds was enough to get him hot,” Shadow Dojima revealed to Souji. “But you suppressed it pretty well. I wonder why. Is it because you haven’t experienced a real orgasm before?”
The invading hand slid under Souji’s boxers’ waistband and curled lovingly around his balls before pulling gently on his unresponsive cock. After a few more strokes, however, Souji was dismayed to find that his body began to submit to the deliberate attention it was being given. His traitorous organ grew more erect with each humiliating ministration of that rough hand, and he ground his teeth in an attempt distract himself. It didn’t work well.
From his angle Dojima could see very well what was taking place, even though nothing was revealed in full sight. The Shadow’s large hand, built just like his own, moved meticulously against the infernally thin fabric of his nephew’s underpants, eliciting a soft shudder from Souji. No more. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Get your hands off him!” Dojima snapped.
The Shadow laughed. “Oh, come off it already. You’re getting hard; admit it. You’ve been wanting to do this for months.”
Dojima shook his head, torn by the Shadow’s taunts. “No. He’s…my sister’s son…”
“The same sister you hardly speak with? The one that didn’t even bother coming to Chisato’s funeral because she was too fucking busy? The one you haven’t seen in nearly fifteen years? She might as well be a stranger and you know it.”
Dojima bit his lip.
“Besides, it’s exciting, isn’t it? Knowing that it’s just so deliciously wrong? And hell, where else are you gonna get it? Look at him. He’s so grown up now, and all too willing.” The Shadow did something with his hand to wring a strangled cry from Souji, and Dojima’s body flushed with desire.
“Wasting his time with that Junes punk, who the hell can blame him? It’s about time he learns what real sex is.” The Shadow glanced at Yosuke. “Maybe we should teach this brat, too.”
“Shut up…” Dojima growled.
“Come here,” his Shadow taunted and smiled lewdly. “Come and feel just how much he’s grown after all these years.”
Dojima squeezed his eyes shut, wishing all of this would simply stop affecting him so he could act like the fucking police detective he was and just put a stop to it. But despite his best intentions, despite his attempts to think logically, nothing seemed to quell the waves of lust reigning through his veins. Souji’s physical state, as well as his conflicted whimpers, did not help matters at all.
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Now Dojima’s fingers had replaced his Shadow’s on Souji’s cock; he stroked with the same force, the same years of experience, the same patient yet barely restrained desire. Souji had kept his eyes closed tight. Images of his sister’s disapproving face floated in Dojima’s mind’s eye for a moment, but he bound her senseless and stashed her neatly away. Just the way he always did when the guilt seeped in. She would not bear witness to this heinous act. Not even his Chisato could know…
Remorse strayed Dojima’s hand away for a moment, but the Shadow took hold of his wrist and forced it back down onto Souji.
“Don’t stop. Can’t you see he wants it?” Shadow Dojima purred.
Dojima looked down and saw a blush tingeing Souji’s cheeks. He found it extremely endearing, and his hand began to move again on its own accord, savoring every hard inch his nephew had to offer.
“Yes, that’s it,” the Shadow encouraged, leaning in close to Dojima’s ear. “Just. Like. That.”
Before he knew it Dojima had taken his Shadow’s place completely with Souji lowered to the floor, the boy’s wrists still constrained within his own strong hand as he lay propped on his side behind his nephew. He had unbuttoned his pants to let his throbbing erection free. Shadow Dojima had half undressed the unconscious Yosuke-the kid’s bare lower body unresisting as the Shadow fondled him from behind as well. Even oblivious, Yosuke’s flesh responded to the Shadow’s touch. All four of them were positioned closely on the lush rug, each pair facing the other.
Souji could hardly believe what was happening, and the trauma of it sent his mind into a kind of numb state. He didn’t want this, but at the same time he couldn’t help his body’s responses no matter how much he hated them. Tears spilled from his eyes as he lay silent and helpless under the more powerful man’s restraint. He didn’t know when it would end. Every time he came closer to losing himself in the sensations, Dojima would do something to keep his excitement at bay. On more than one occasion it was something painful: a hard jerk of his hair, a pinch on the tender skin of his inner thigh, a stinging slap to the ass.
A low groan suddenly tumbled from Yosuke’s lips as he stirred. His bleeding had stopped some time ago, but the blood that had collected on his face was now a drying mess. Another groan soon followed as he registered the teasing sensations focused on his hardened cock. “Uun. Yeah, that’s it. God that feels good, Souji.”
Hearing his name said in such a manner sent a strange marriage of panic, embarrassment, and titillation in waves through Souji’s groin. He wasn’t sure whether he should attempt to wake his friend or not. The Shadow laughed under his breath.
But Yosuke soon opened his eyes on his own accord. Blinking groggily, he finally registered Souji’s face directly across from his own, separated by only a short distance. He half smiled, still somewhat dazed.
“Yosuke,” Souji pleaded quietly, “don’t open your eyes. Please don’t.”
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It was then that Dojima decided he couldn’t take teasing and stretching his nephew anymore. He shoved three fingers into Souji’s mouth, wetting them liberally before applying the warm liquid to the tight entrance against which his cock now quivered. Then he penetrated slowly, carefully, but immersed himself nearly to the hilt immediately.
Souji cried out in pain, but that only served to both upset and encourage Dojima. Though the boy was tight, he was certain that Souji was no virgin. He had the damn Junes kid to blame for that. He pulled out slowly, nearly completely, and thrust back in again and again, making Souji’s entire body rock back and forth helplessly as the kid mewled.
Shadow Dojima’s movements mirrored his original’s, and Yosuke could not suppress his own tears of discomfort. The Shadow released Yosuke’s left arm and whispered in his ear: “Touch him.” When Yosuke didn’t move, he gave a forceful tug to the boy’s hair again. Yosuke tried to squelch the cry of agony that induced, but only half succeeded. What came out was a strangled sob.
“If you don’t jerk him off, I’ll tear your fucking hair out,” the Shadow hissed.
With a shaky hand, Yosuke reached out and touched Souji’s half hard cock, tentatively at first, but eventually wrapped his hand around it fully. Pumping steadily, he managed to bring Souji’s erection back to life.
“Yosuke…” Souji mumbled, looking half-lidded at his friend with blurry eyes. “Don’t…”
Dojima used his free hand to grip Souji’s thigh and pushed his leg up higher, shifting himself closer so that he could thrust in deeper and better get Souji off. His efforts were rewarded with a sharp intake of breath as he continued his assault on the boy’s prostate.
“Don’t say his name,” Dojima warned huskily.
He released his grip from that smooth thigh to join Yosuke’s hand on Souji’s cock, smoothing it downward over Yosuke’s trembling fingers until it came to rest on Souji’s tight balls. He caressed them carefully. The last of Souji’s pain dissolved and he could no longer suppress himself. His moans now came with full abandon.
Yosuke watched Souji’s face transform from discomforted to something akin to oblivious agony. Only he knew that was not the case. Souji’s face was flushed; sweat matting the hairs around his face, his throat producing those sexy groans. Though Yosuke’s cock had deflated quickly when the Shadow took him, seeing and hearing Souji’s current state had made it swell and beg for attention once again. He fleetingly imagined it was Souji taking him, but just when that thought appeared in his mind, Shadow Dojima shifted himself to strike Yosuke’s prostate as well.
“Ahh, fuuck, s-stop,” Yosuke half moaned through gritted teeth as the skilled cock drilled into him, hitting all the right places. He squeezed Souji harder without meaning to.
Souji winced. Feeling the already tight muscles clamp down around him, Dojima groaned low and thrust even harder. His climax was nearly upon him. He growled and swatted Yosuke’s hand away, taking the controls for himself.
When Yosuke’s innocent touches were replaced by his uncle’s confident ones, those callused fingers stroking with just the right amount of vigorous pressure, Souji lost it right there. His entire body went rigid and he fell into wave upon wave of release, invoking God’s name all the while.
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Yosuke, too, could not hold back. Seeing Souji coming so hard right there before him sent him over the edge. The pressure on his prostate intensified as well, and he instinctively grasped his own twitching cock. It only took a few clumsy strokes to get him off from there. His erection erupted forcefully in hot liquid pulses as he cried out.
The only sounds now were those of heavy breathing, but that strange lull quickly shattered. Souji, suddenly more aware of his surroundings and what had just transpired fell into the clutches of its horror and moaned low. He pulled his now-free hands around to the front of his body and shielded his face. A sob wracked his body.
Yosuke had been more mindful, though he wasn’t much better off. Still, he couldn’t stand to see Souji broken. Not like that.
“Souji…” he called softly. “We…can’t…give up. Not yet.” Though he could never have imagined they would end up like this, he knew that there was still something they had to do. Teddie was waiting for them. Nanako. She would be waiting for them as well. That particular thought charged him, and he concentrated on it. Before long his strength would return. But he could do very little if Souji’s wasn’t able to come back to him.
His intruder pulled out without warning and Yosuke winced. “You’ve already lost.” The Shadow’s voice was hard and icy, almost alien.
The sound of that voice, combined with the terrible way the body curled against his own jerked, snapped Dojima back into reality. He pulled out, already flaccid, and could hardly tear his worried eyes from the sight of his nephew hiding behind his hands like that, the sobs escaping his throat like some beaten animal. Blood and semen oozed thinly from Souji’s backside.
Dojima’s breath caught painfully in his throat. “Jesus…what…have I done?”
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Hey guys. Thanks for sticking with me to get this far (yes there's more to come!). I hope it was worth the wait; I'm not sure how many people like long stories on kink memes...
Anyway, the real reason I'm writing this little blurb is because this horribly shameless anonymous author SHAMELESSLY requests an art fill as well. I think you know which scene. ;3
Sorry, I'm being greedy...
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And you'll just have to wait and see.... ;)
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Can't wait to read the rest *_*
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