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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... )
“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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Aha, I was sort of right about the bound women
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Awesome work!
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Thank you. :)
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Dojima managed to put his clothes back into reasonable order without really consciously intending to, all the while shaking his head in refusal and muttering under his breath fragmented assurances that none of this was real. It simply had to be a dream, despite the throbbing ache and the doubt that attested otherwise. He hesitantly reached out and brushed his fingertips over Souji’s shoulder, but the boy flinched away. At that moment something reared up in the pit of his stomach and he felt sour bile tear a path halfway up his throat. He swallowed it back and sat up, hand firmly pressed against his revolting belly. “This…it’s is just a nightmare. I could never…”
“Shut it.” Shadow Dojima grimaced. “I don’t wanna hear those half-assed self-righteous lectures of yours anymore. It’s pathetic. You can and you did. Own up to it.” He stood up and sauntered toward the bathroom, disappearing inside for a moment. When he returned he wore only his belted slacks, a bottle in his hand and a cigarette burning between his lips.
The Shadow came and knelt beside Dojima, who was still shaking his head and staring into some other invisible dimension. Exhaling a thin stream of smoke, the Shadow placed the cigarette against Dojima’s trembling lips, which instinctively took the offering. The bottle was then settled into Dojima’s limp hand as it rested against the floor.
“Drink up,” the Shadow advised.
Dojima looked down at the bottle for a long moment before pulling the cigarette from his mouth with his free hand. He listened to the sound of Souji’s hitched breathing. The sound of the Junes kid’s idiotic murmuring. The sound of his own weak heart pumping blood through his body. Oblivion smiled seductively at him in his mind’s eye and he felt sick all over again. Slowly, his grip on the glass tightened.
With a strong sweep of the arm, he flung the bottle across the room. The sound of shattering glass broke the tense atmosphere, and both Yosuke and Shadow Dojima turned to look wide-eyed at the mess of liquor and bubbles cascading down the wall. Dojima stood too fast and swayed a bit, but his hand swiftly and steadily yanked his pistol free from his holster. Without warning, he turned and fired. The crack of the explosion practically rattled the walls and the Shadow’s head snapped back.
For a long moment Dojima stood and breathed heavily, his arms still poised with his gun pointed at his double. The latter still stood, legs spaced widely apart to balance his body, with his head and shoulders slumped back. Dark, viscous blood drizzled like a black waterfall from the Shadow’s head to the floor below. A strained chuckle tightened Dojima’s finger on the trigger.
The Shadow’s head snapped forward in an arc and landed with his chin resting against his chest. He rolled his head to the side and lifted it to look directly at Dojima. A dark hole dripped thinly from the center of the Shadow’s forehead.
“Nice shot,” the Shadow taunted and smiled. “But it’s not enough.” He began to walk toward Dojima.
Lowering his aim, Dojima fired again. The shot ripped a hole into the Shadow’s chest and made him stagger. The Shadow recovered quickly, however, and that dark fluid trickled from still-smiling lips.
Yosuke left off tending to Souji for the moment in favor of the violence before him. He had wriggled his jeans back on, trying hard to ignore the pain that came with his actions. Retrieving his blades, he entreated Dojima.
“Dojima-san, please listen carefully. You can’t defeat it like this.”
“I won’t let this…thing…get away with what it’s done,” Dojima proclaimed, more to himself than to Yosuke.
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Shadow Dojima’s face twisted in black amusement. “I know it felt good to finally do that, but the kid’s right.”
“Dojima-san.”
Both Yosuke and the addressed were surprised by the weak voice that suddenly spoke. Souji had sat up, tears still staining his cheeks. His weary eyes were fixed on the floor as he softly continued. “It’s okay. We all have a side like this.”
Dojima closed his eyes, both out of pain and the onset of resignation. The Shadow’s grip loosened slightly.
“Please…you have to accept it,” Souji murmured. “For yourself, and for your daughter.”
Souji’s tone of voice and the thought of Nanako left alone cut straight into his heart. It was all too reprehensible, but he knew what he had to do now. Denial could no longer hold him afloat. For now, he would just have to give in.
As if sensing Dojima’s growing resolve, the Shadow released his grip on the man’s neck. Dojima slumped to the floor and coughed.
“I tried to repress it. I tried damn hard. But I could never just erase it, even knowing how sickening it was. Those feelings. They ate me alive sometimes.” Dojima shut his eyes and turned his head away. “But I swear on my life I never wanted to hurt you, Souji.”
Dojima looked back up at his Shadow. “Yes. You were a part of me, even if I hated it,” he said softly, his bruised throat straining.
The Shadow gazed thoughtfully at his original.
“All this time I just…didn’t know how to deal with it.”
The Shadow nodded slowly and wavered. “Now, you understand.” With an almost sad smile the Shadow dissolved and vanished, leaving only the fog in his wake.
Souji shifted and began to pull on his pants with obvious agony. Yosuke moved to help him and Souji did not bother to deny the assistance, as degrading as it was.
“Can you stand?” Yosuke asked once the last button was secured.
Souji nodded and lifted himself from the floor. Pain sluiced through his muscles, but he fought to ignore it. Yosuke was right; there were more pressing matters to attend to. He could never allow his friends to consider him a leader if he couldn’t even make it through this. The people he cared about depended on him now more than ever.
Souji approached Dojima and offered out his hand. “Let’s go home.”
Dojima looked at the turned up hand and then at Souji’s face. Though the boy appeared calm, he recognized immediately the despair and disappointment behind those eyes. He reached out and grasped that hand, but pulled his own weight up without the aid. Embracing Souji hard as soon as he stood, Dojima let out a choked sound.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
Souji, somewhat surprised, listened absently to the mantra and allowed his arms to return the embrace, though it was an empty reaction in truth. He didn’t know what to think. No, he simply couldn’t think about what had happened right now. All he wanted was to get the hell out of that place.
Yosuke was apparently of the same mind. He pulled one of Dojima’s arms free and guided his own arm through it for support. Souji mirrored the action and took his katana from Yosuke when his friend handed it to him. Together they managed to escape from the long dark hall with Dojima, who unresistingly allowed them their assistance. Muted pleas for forgiveness occasionally tumbled past his lips as they went.
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“Yosuke.”
Yosuke blinked when he heard Souji address him, though the boy hadn’t looked up. “Yeah?”
“I still mean what I said before. No one can know.”
Yosuke bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah…”
“Come on.”
They exited the doorway and found themselves on the outer landing of the manor-like house. The red lamps above were no longer illuminated and everything lay in still darkness. Teddie suddenly rushed out from a clump of shrubs nearby.
“What took you guys so long?!” he practically screamed. “I was getting so worried and-” Teddie cut himself off when he saw the state of his friends. He stopped and stared for a moment. “Sensei? W-what’s wrong? And Yosuke. Your face is all bloody.” After eyeing the both of them, he studied Dojima
“We’re okay, Ted,” Yosuke lied. “But we need to get him out of here ASAP.”
“Something bad happened, didn’t it? Just like I thought? I sensed something.”
“We’ll talk about it later,” Yosuke replied and noted Teddie’s doubt. “Promise.”
Teddie nodded. “Fine. But I’m still worried, you know.” He began to lead them back toward the starting point. No one said a word the entire way.
Outside Junes, the air was cool and refreshing. They had received a few curious stares from the few remaining evening shoppers as the peculiar foursome made its way through the department store, but not one of them seemed to care. Yosuke had his cell ringing a taxi company the second their feet hit the sidewalk pavement.
“They’ll be here in five,” he confirmed as he shut his phone. Looking around, he closed the distance between himself and Souji. Leaning in close, he talked softly. “Do you want us to tag along? Just to be safe?”
Souji shook his head. “It’s okay now. I can manage.” He turned to look Yosuke in the eyes for the first time since they were in that compromising position in the strange room. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
There was some hidden meaning enmeshed within that simple statement, or at least Yosuke thought he heard it. “You’re sure?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Yosuke.” Souji’s eyes were averted again.
Though he felt a bit reluctant leaving Souji alone, Yosuke knew he wouldn’t be able to sway his friend’s opinion. And honestly, there was a part of him deep inside that had wanted to escape anyway. All this play at normalcy was beginning to fray his nerves. He nodded and agreed they’d see each other at school first thing in the morning before walking away with Teddie in tow. Unable to resist, he turned to look back when the cab drove past him and watched Souji help Dojima into the car.
“Hey, Yosuke,” Teddie said.
“What?”
“It’s just that, well, I know you were lying to me. I’m not mad or anything. I just don’t like being kept in the dark, especially when you’re hurt.”
Yosuke reached up and brushed a hand over his mouth, feeling the swollen gash on his upper lip and the crust of dried blood on his cheek. “Heh. I guess you can be pretty perceptive sometimes, Ted.” He attempted to lighten the mood, but Teddie wasn’t buying into it. Yosuke slumped his shoulders as he walked. “I must look like a wreck right now.”
“Yeah. You do.”
“Sorry. I know it’s not fair to you. But for now, as a favor to Souji and me, can we just leave it alone?”
“Okay. For you guys.”
The two continued along the dusk-laden streets, each in his own dark world of contemplation.
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