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Ooh~ la la! Never in my wildest (and wettest) dreams did I ever think this kink meme would yield such passionate results! With nearly five thousand comments in the initial post, I figured it was high time we bring the naked party over into a new post to leave the first open for request followup and... other forms of fulfillment
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Souji laughed. “You think that’ll work?”
“Uh-huh! Rise-chan tells me all kinds of stories about princes and princesses, and you wouldn’t believe all the things kisses can do!”
“Yosuke isn’t a princess though,” Souji pointed out, echoing Yosuke’s own thoughts.
“Oh ... right,” said Nanako, and she sounded absolutely crestfallen. But her excitement returned when she spoke again. “Oh! But that one time at your school, you were both princesses! Remember? The two of you were so pretty!”
Souji elegantly steered the conversation away from the cross-dressing pageant, and when Yosuke regained his composure enough to listen again, the tone of their voices had become quiet and serious.
“But why can’t you?” Nanako asked.
“Because a lot of people don’t think I should.”
“Even though you like him so much?”
“Yeah.”
“...I don’t understand. Why would his dad hurt him because of that?”
Yosuke turned away, and headed into the bathroom with slow, tired steps. He closed the door, ran the water, stripped off his clothes, and when he stepped under the stream and let his forehead rest against the wall, it was just the sting of hot water on his injuries that dragged the tears from his eyes.
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When he finally came downstairs, cleaner but no less tired, he paused awkwardly on the last step at the sight in front of him in the kitchen - Dojima must have come home late, because he and Souji were sitting around the kitchen table and talking. Nanako was nowhere in sight; she must have been sent to bed when her father had arrived home.
“Hanamura,” Dojima greeted him with a nod. “Souji explained the situation to me. You should sit down.”
Yosuke couldn’t figure out if he should be enraged or embarrassed, so he settled for shooting a dirty look at Souji, who shrugged helplessly. He’d never gotten the impression that Dojima particularly liked him, and to have him be aware of such a sensitive topic didn’t sit right. But it was done now. He didn’t look the detective in the eye as he rounded the table and took the empty seat next to Souji.
“You were right to make him stay here,” Dojima said to his nephew, and his usually gruff exterior was softened just slightly. “For now, anyway. I’ll call his father tonight and have a talk with him, and we can figure out what to do from there.”
Yosuke nodded, but still wouldn’t look up, so Dojima turned to Souji instead.
“So is it true? The two of you...”
“Yes,” Souji answered after a pause, and Yosuke flinched a little, angry with himself for letting this get out of hand.
Dojima sighed, drained the last of the contents of his coffee cup, and set it back down on the table. It was going to be a long night. “That makes it a little more difficult. How long has this been going on?”
“A while. I don’t know, exactly. A couple of months?”
Yosuke felt his shoulders sinking with every word, mortified to be having this conversation with someone like Dojima, but Souji sat up straight, facing his uncle head-on, brave enough for the both of them.
“All right. I can’t say I’m thrilled about it, exactly,” said Dojima, rubbing a hand across his tired face, “but there’s no excuse for what his father’s done. Let me handle this.”
The phone rang at that moment, and none of them had any doubt about who it would be on the other end. The two boys sat in an apprehensive silence as Dojima got up and answered it.
“Hello? Ah. Yes. Hanamura-san.”
Souji grasped Yosuke’s hand under the table. He didn’t pull away.
“Yes, he’s here. And he’ll be staying here for a little while longer. I think we should talk about-” Dojima paused, and looked annoyed at being interrupted. “No, that won’t be necessary.” The annoyance spilled over into full-blown anger very quickly. “I’m fairly certain the police don’t look kindly on using your children as punching bags, either.”
“Oh man,” Yosuke groaned. “My dad’s gonna be so pissed.” Souji hummed faintly in agreement.
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“Dude,” Yosuke breathed. “I am so dead.”
“Not yet you aren’t,” Dojima growled, and he immediately picked the phone back up again and dialled a number. As it rang, he motioned for them to leave the room. “Souji, take him upstairs, please.”
They didn’t need to be told twice. Even if his ire wasn’t directed at them, being in the same room as an angry Dojima wasn’t a pleasant experience. They headed for the stairs as fast as they could without seeming desperate to escape, and as they reached the second floor, they heard him speak again, to someone else this time. “Adachi. You’re still at the office? I need you to do something for me.”
Yosuke wouldn’t stop pacing the length of Souji’s room, couldn’t stop wringing his hands or picking at the hem of his jacket or moving.
“Oh god, my dad is going to kill me. He knows I’m here now. I’m fucking dead.”
“If my uncle said he would take care of it, he will. You can trust him.”
“And after he’s done killing me, he’s going to keep me locked up in my room for like ... forever!”
“I think you got the order wrong...”
“’Cause if he doesn’t keep me locked in my room, then I could be out at all hours doing who-knows-what with you god-knows-where, right? Oh fuck ... he’s never gonna let me see you again!”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself. He can’t keep us apart forever.”
“No, but he can rearrange our faces if he wants to!” Yosuke covered his face with his hands and growled in frustration. “Oh god, we shouldn’t - we shouldn’t be doing this. What the hell are we thinking?! There’s just no way that we can-“
Souji caught him as he stalked by for the twentieth time, calmly took his face in his hands, and kissed him firmly. Yosuke made an anguished sound against his lips, but resigned himself to the kiss, his fingers grasping the front of Souji’s shirt in a death-grip.
“Calm down,” his leader ordered, and he was definitely using his leader voice as he said it. Yosuke breathed out a sigh of frustration and nodded. “We can’t do anything about it right now. Just let my uncle handle things for tonight.”
Yosuke couldn’t respond before Souji was kissing him again, and this time, it wasn’t a shut-up kiss. It was warm, and loving, the kiss Nanako had suggested he give him, and as Yosuke felt his strong hands stroking slowly down his back and sides, his tense muscles relaxed somewhat under that gentle touch. He was resistant at first, afraid that Dojima would come upstairs, or that his dad would magically show up at the door and demand him to come home, but then Souji was pressing him down onto the sofa, and his lips were caressing the sensitive bruises on his neck, and he felt a flutter in his stomach that told him that he desperately wanted this right now. He needed something, anything to take his scattered mind off the terrible events of the evening, and he gasped as Souji unzipped his pants.
“Have to be quick,” he murmured against Yosuke’s throat, and he groaned quietly in assent. He tangled his fingers in Souji’s hair as the other boy went down on him, and let his head fall on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed tight and mouth open in a silent moan.
It didn’t take long. Souji was as good with his mouth as he was with his hands, and Yosuke emotional and physical nerves were raw. Within minutes, his breath hitched, his fingers grasped tightly on the hairs at the back of Souji’s head, and he came with a stifled cry into the back of his throat. As Souji wiped his mouth on his sleeve and tucked Yosuke back into his pants, he lay slumped against the cushions and was surprised to find how heavy his limbs felt. He was exhausted.
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Yosuke nodded, a light laugh escaping him. The dread was still gathering in the pit of his stomach, but his body was far too relaxed for him to do much of anything about it. “Y-yeah ... I think so. You sure know how to take a guy’s mind off something, partner.”
When they curled up together for sleep, they dragged the spare futon closer to Souji’s, despite the cramped space, and Yosuke allowed him to hold him close, arms wrapped around him, comforting words and comforting kisses pressed to the back of his neck as he fell into a fitful sleep.
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Yosuke’s father squinted through his windshield as he slowly brought his car to a halt on the rain-slick street. A ghost police car was parked on the road ahead of him, a single red light flashing on the hood his only indication that he should slow down. A little further up, he could see yellow police tape criss-crossed between two telephone poles on opposite sides of the street.
A figure got out of the police car and approached him, and he rolled down his window. It was a plainclothes officer, a detective, he realized, one whom he’d seen frequenting the fresh produce aisle of Junes’ grocery section.
“Good evening, Detective,” Hanamura greeted him. “Did something happen?”
“Good evening, sir,” Tohru Adachi said with a slight nod, a goofy grin plastered all over his face. “There’s been a bit of a landslide up ahead. You might not want to go that way.”
Hanamura swore. This was the fastest route to Dojima’s house. “They send detectives out to do traffic control these days?”
“Not usually, sir, no,” admitted Adachi. “I’m just doing this as a favor to a friend. It’s a pretty miserable night to be out, isn’t it?”
“Yes. Well. If you’ll excuse me, Detective, I’ve got to be going.” He put his car into reverse and backed up all of two feet before he heard the distinctive pop and hiss of air escaping his front tire. He cursed again, and leaned out the window in time to see Adachi kick something sharp and metal under his car.
“Oh no, that’s too bad,” Adachi groaned. “People really oughtta be careful about where they leave their trash. Hey, I think the gas station in town is still open. If you hurry you might be able to get them to fix it before closing. I can give you a lift if you want.”
This was spiralling from bad to worse, but there was nothing he could do. He grumbled, but accepted, leaving his car abandoned on the darkened street and climbing into the passenger’s seat of the police car.
“You should always travel with a spare tire.” The detective lectured him, maddeningly, as they drove toward the shopping district, mostly abandoned at this time of night. “Think of what coulda happened if you’d been further away from town! And with a serial murderer on the loose, too! You sure are lucky it was me who stopped you and not some lunatic.”
“Yeah,” grumbled Hanamura. “Lucky.”
Adachi sounded hurt. “Hey... you don’t have to be that way. I’m just trying to help you out...”
“I guess I’m just curious as to why Inaba’s police force has its detectives out doing mundane tasks. There’s a murderer who needs catching, as you said.”
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Hanamura paused a little at that piece of information. “You don’t say...”
“Oh yeah! In a backwater town like this? Lots of wooded areas, a nice big river running through it - tons of places you could hide a body and no one would ever, ever find it.”
The inside of the car felt cold. Hanamura tried to convince himself that he was imagining the slightly insane lilt to the other man’s voice. “Should a detective really be talking like that...?”
“O-oops! Damn, you’re right! Sorry. I just start talking about things without thinking. Man, Dojima-san’s gonna kill me if I don’t stop doing that.”
Right, Hanamura suddenly remembered. This blundering, utterly inept detective was Dojima’s partner. They must have been on pretty good terms...
“Oh, but then again, it was Dojima-san himself who told me all about that kind of thing. Practically my first day on the job, when I screwed up his coffee, he turned to me and yelled,” Adachi pulled his best Dojima impression, “’Adachi, you idiot, get your act together or they’ll never find your body!’ I asked him if that was even possible in a tiny town like this, and then he took me out after work and showed me a ton of neat places.”
They exchanged looks at the same time, and Hanamura could swear for an instant that there was a psychotic gleam in Adachi’s eyes when he asked, “You wanna check ‘em out?”
Hanamura kept his voice calm and steady as he demanded that Adachi stop the car and let him out.
“Are you sure?” Adachi asked, his voice normal and concerned once again as his passenger stepped out into the rain. “It’s really coming down out there. I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”
“It’s not that much further,” Hanamura insisted tensely. “I can walk the rest of the way. Thank you for the ride.”
“Okay. Good night. If I see you again, I’ll make sure to take you to some of those places. They’re awesome! It’ll be our secret.”
If I see you again...
Hanamura slammed the door, the image of Adachi’s grin splitting his face ear to ear still lingering in his mind long after the car sped away into the dark.
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Dojima didn’t laugh when Adachi reported his success, but his lips did twist in a wry smile. “Nice work.”
“Th-thank you, sir! Do you think it did anything?”
He shrugged. “It’s hard to tell. But at least he knows that we’ve got an eye on him. I’ll keep his kid here for another day or so and then we’ll see if it’s safe to send him home.”
Adachi breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled. “Good. Well, it’s getting late. I should bring the car back to the station.” His eyes flickered to the stairs. “Tell your nephew I said I hope things work out. Yosuke-kun, too.”
“Mmm. Good night.”
“’Night.” Adachi waved and stepped outside, shutting the door tightly behind him.
That had been fun.
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HOLY CRAP that was long. Sorry! :D;
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I think I love you.
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I love you. This is everything I wanted and more. The angst, the sad, the humor, the cute, the angry, OH GOD, THE EVERYTHING. If there is anything I can do to repay you, let me know. XD
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Er... GO FORTH AND FILL! Or make more delightful requests. X3
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and oh man adachi. wow.
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(...Nevermind that it would be practically impossible time-wise for both Adachi and Nanako to be there, and for Nanako to know about the culture festival. Eh heh.)
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i can't even express how much i love this
it's just
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