Hierophant Revisted (3/?)
anonymous
February 28 2012, 21:44:53 UTC
Ok. Time to try some 1st person.
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If I had known how irritating stitches could be, I wouldn’t have let myself tear through them so many damn times. Probably. Itchy bastards. And the soreness! Ugh…
“Gotta stop complaining so damn much…,” I mumbled to myself. It had barely been two days since I’d finally returned home, and while a part of me was grateful to no longer have to endure the humiliation of sponge baths, the inactivity had reduced me to the fidgety-whiny-state of most newbie cops, the kind I constantly berated back at the station. And whenever I realized that, those thoughts always brought me right back to him.
Tohru.
I just grunted again, shaking my head to scatter those feelings back to the four corners of my mind.
“You doin ok, Uncle?”
And as usual, silent as a mouse, Souji was there, looking down at me on the couch, ready to tend to whatever I needed. It was nice.
“No. No, I’m good, thanks, Souji.” I slowly started to stretch again, moving out of the state of barely-there awareness that came with naps in the afternoon. The light patter of rain that had helped lull me to sleep was now a noticeable downpour, and I realized it would be dangerous to try and drive myself to the Hospital to visit Nanako again that day.
I turned back towards Souji, whose back was towards me again, cooking something in the kitchen that smelled fucking good. “Do those buses still move as fast as snails?” It had been a long time since I’d last rode in one, only having needed to for a week while my car had been getting a dent and tail light fixed. Was late to work every single day of it.
He reached for the spatula, and answered without turning around. “Still at a snail’s pace, Uncle,” he said, and I could tell, with a smile, “Though they’re even worse in the rain.” Damn irony. Souji turned back around and set two plates onto the kitchen table. “Do you wanna eat here, or by the T.V.?” I just shook my head, “Table’s fine.” It took me a minute, but I managed to get my ass up and into the usually cold wood of one of the table chair’s. Souji had bought me a small cushion for comfort, through Hanamura, the night before at Junes. God bless him. Souji, that is.
I looked down at the meal that had me practically drooling set in front of me, and almost laughed. “Omelets?”
“You don’t like?” Souji just smiled, though I knew if I asked, he’d make me something different. “Nah, it’s fine. Thank you, Souji.” “You’re welcome, Uncle.” He’d saved the lives of several people in town, as well as my daughter’s and probably even my own in some way or another. I wanted to tell him he could call me Ryotaro, if he wanted to. But I didn’t. ---
I might flip between 1st and 3rd for the next couple of updates. Let me know if you prefer one or the other OP! And thank you and anon for your super kind words!
Re: Hierophant Revisted (4/?)
anonymous
February 28 2012, 22:33:09 UTC
Our Omelet Lunch was a delicious and mostly quiet meal. Until I opened my mouth to ask for more ketchup, and Souji interrupted with, “How much do you wanna know?”
I froze, mouth open like an idiot, and wondered how out of the conversation was I to not know what the hell he was talking about.
“About the case. The murders…I mean. I don’t mean to just drop this on you now, while you’re recovering, but this way I can edit out what you don’t wanna know or hear, and maybe share that with you sometime down the road,…if at all.”
I closed my mouth (finally), and looked into his face, seeing (for the first fucking time?) just how tired Souji looked. His posture was almost crap, his eyes not bloodshot, but the silver of his irises popped with the bags under his eyes.
I coughed a little, trying to clear my voice… “So,… I’m in your confidence now?” …and promptly sounded like a complete prick. The words and the tone were relentless COP-DOJIMA, the man that had helped save lives, stop crimes, and almost destroy his own family. Souji’s flicker of true guilt, replaced quickly with obvious fatigue, only made me apologize that much quicker. “Wait,… I’m sorry, I-”
“No. You’re right. Even if it would’ve been, a hassle, almost impossible in the beginning, to tell you, I had chances after that. If I…if…I hadn’t been so stupid, and just… tried proving to you, that I was telling the truth,… maybe we could’ve, I could’ve, kept Nanako from being kidnapped…”
And there, right-fucking-there, was enough guilt to break through his fatigue, and had Nanako not survived, like I believed she hadn’t in that, horrifying almost-hour, I knew that that guilt would have crushed him.
“I wasn’t thinking. And I’m sorry… Uncle, I didn’t mean-”
“Shut up.” The words were harsh, but got the point across nicely. Ignoring his stunned look, I pushed on. “You saved her. She’s alive, and she’s getting better. That’s what counts. That’s what matters… to me.”
It didn’t matter that he’d saved lives, a town, his friends, or himself. In those eyes, grey, silver, steel, whatever, was gratitude, and joy, tears, and the words, “Thank you so much.”
“Thank you, Souji.”
He was standing a moment later, and so was I. After five seconds, I reached forward and took him into my arms. He didn’t struggle, he didn’t wail, he just accepted it, and maybe forgot for a second that I wasn’t at 100 percent myself, but I just gripped him tighter and ignored the pain above my waist, where his arms were, and where the warmth was.
Re: Hierophant Revisted (5/?)
anonymous
February 28 2012, 22:46:34 UTC
It felt like minutes. Could've been, but who the hell was I to keep track of time, busy as I was hugging the first person who was anywhere near my own height in years.
And smelling his hair. Vanilla.
I felt him pat my lower back, and lean back, then stare at me. He smiled, and it lit up his eyes, as his arms slid off my back (so slowly), and he nodded. “Thank you, …Uncle.” We were so close. I wanted to hold him closer. I’d forgotten how it felt to hold someone like that, someone who wasn’t a child. And the fact that it was him…
I let go of my grip on him, even slower, and grunted. I needed this moment to pass, nice as it was (stupendously wonderful as it felt) before I did something, though hell if I knew what that was. “Tell me… Tell me as much as you can. It doesn’t have to be everything…,” I moved myself over to the couch, “…but perhaps you could fill me in over the next few days. Nanako’s not being released till next week…” Crap! “Nanako!”
I stared out at the rain again, and wondered how private the buses were. The town was practically dead during rain, had been even more so these last few months, maybe Souji and I could still talk and not be over heard while it drove?
“She’s fine, Uncle.” He stood next to me again, “Kanji, Rise, and Naoto are with her right now. They got there 40 minutes ago. You saw her once today, and she knows you’ll be back tomorrow.”
That made sense. And I knew he was right. But the part of me, the Dad part, that malnourished chunk that was finally becoming whole again, wanted to value every opportunity I had with Nanako, my daughter, the last line to Chisato I had… And then I looked at Souji again, and I felt like kicking my own ass. I was disgusting…
“Uncle…?”
“I get it,” I managed to say, though I couldn’t look at him yet. “Just tell your friends to tell her I love her. Very much.”
I didn’t hear a response, only Souji getting out his phone. “And tell her I’ll be there bright and early tomorrow.”
“Right.” His fingers hit the keys on his phone at alarming speed. He snapped his phone shut then, and wandered towards the far end of the couch. “Do you…still wanna hear about it, now?”
It didn’t matter how I was feeling, or what. I knew that this was important. And could hopefully help keep my mind from straying, with the twists and turns that I knew this story was going to have.
“…Yeah…” I sat at the opposite end of the couch, and started getting comfortable. And wished I had a beer.
No, need concentration. Not booze!
…Maybe later, though...
I nodded, and Souji started to speak.
--- Next part is where crap we all know gets explained. I'll work on that after work today. Hope you've enjoyed!
Re: Hierophant Revisted (5/?)
anonymous
March 1 2012, 01:27:25 UTC
OP again! I think this is really going along well, and the first person is working. I love your Dojima voice. He seems conflicted in a lot of small, subtle ways, and you can tell he has a lot on his mind. Can't wait to see how this develops!
Re: Hierophant Revisted (6/?)
anonymous
March 6 2012, 00:34:46 UTC
“So… a T.V. Announcer named Mayumi Yamano, fell in love with the City Council Secretary, Taro Namatame, during her interviews back in the Spring, of potential candidates in the election… but Namatame was married, to a renowned Enka singer, Misuzu Hiiragi. They tried to hide the relationship, but eventually the wife found out, and the whole affair came out into the open.” Souji was looking both at me, and to the ground, obviously striving to lay the ground work for the story, and recall the important facts necessary to do it.
I just sat back and allowed all the information I’d helped collect, back when the case had been the only thing on my mind, to swim over me again.
“Mayumi Yamano came to Inaba to hide, where both she and Namatame had grown up, and, at least generally, not a whole lot of people knew she was here at the time. Namatame followed soon after, having been fired from his Secretary Position in the same way Miss Yamano had been shunned from her own job as an Announcer. Mayumi Yamano though, no longer had family here, and so she reserved a room at the Amagi Inn, to escape the fallout.”
Souji’s head rose slightly, and in his eyes was obvious hesitance. I nodded. “Go on.”
“…Detective…Adachi, had been assigned to guard her, mostly from the media, and had… apparently, the night before her body turned up, …he had tried to come on to her… Maybe even more than just that…”
I could feel a lump forming in my throat… the thought of Adachi… clumsy, loudmouthed, stuttering Adachi, forcing himself on anyone…
“He had apparently gained the ability, sometime when he first arrived in Inaba, to enter the Television into the other world, same as my friends and I, though we’re not sure how he did it. Either way, he didn’t know much about it.”
Souji’s brows furrowed, and some small part realized that there were answers that even he and his friends hadn’t managed to uncover. “Adachi claimed that… when the struggle happened, he’d accidentally knocked Miss Yamano into that world… but after he realized what he’d done, made no effort to save her. He figured… ‘the gold-digger... deserved it…’”
I’d finally managed to swallow the spit, only to almost choke on hearing the word’s that surely would never have come out of Souji’s own mouth… but…
Tohru… he never used language like that…
Not in front of me, anyway…
“…My God…”
Souji just looked at me, stared for a moment across the room to the T.V. in the corner, and then let his gaze fall back onto the hand in his lap, before continuing.
Fifteen minutes later, I asked him to stop.
Hearing about Adachi’s hand in the death of Konishi, a third year high school student, and the subsequent manipulation of Namatame… it was too much.
I lurched my way towards the hall, (“When the hell are you gonna stop acting like a damn rookie?”) needing to vomit (Dammit Adachi! Where’s my coffee?!), needing to breathe (ADACHI!!!).
I didn’t even make it to the bathroom.
Souji sent me to bed with water and my meds ten minutes later, telling me he’d make some soup as well, after he worked on cleaning the bile I’d spit up onto the wood floor outside my room.
Re: Hierophant Revisted (6.5/?)
anonymous
March 6 2012, 00:35:36 UTC
X Souji Seta sat on his knees, cleaning what little mess his uncle had left in his hurry to expel his stomach into the toilet. He took note of the almost absolute silence. The only things to be heard were the sounds of damp cloth on dry wood, the rain pouring itself down onto the city, and the breathing of the two males inside the house.
As Souji washed his hands once the clean up was done, he couldn’t help but feel truly conflicted.
Revealing the truth to his Uncle, about the case, about his Partner…Adachi, about everything, was painful, and maybe even going to get worse. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to subject his Uncle to it, and if the detective wanted no further insight, Souji wouldn’t push.
And yet, on some level, or many, it felt good. It felt real good, to tear down some of the walls between them that, in all honesty, no longer needed to be there. Souji had helped to repair Ryotaro Dojima’s broken heart, and home, and now, was finally getting to share himself with the man, add to his heart, add to his home…
Souji could feel the sides of his mouth turn up, and then quickly dried his hands. He had soup to make. ---
Felt kinda rushed near the end. Sorry for the wait OP and any reading anons! Trying to be a good college student again, and a good employee and son and blah blah blah. It’s time consuming. Anyway, hope you’re enjoying! Rest of the IT makes their appearance soon, along with more explanations. Also, if anyone knows how to put italics and bold, and stuff, if they could tell me, I’d greatly appreciate it.
Re: Hierophant Revisted (7/?)
anonymous
March 6 2012, 00:46:16 UTC
“…You’re seriously telling him… like…everything?” Yosuke’s voice was a mixture of worry and partial excitement, which, when I really thought about it, was kind of how he always approached news.
“He deserves to know, Yosuke. I almost- Nanako, almost got killed over all of this. I mean, technically…she did. I know, I just know, that if I had found some way to explain everything, if I had just pushed harder to explain, be honest… Look at how much progress we made having Naoto on our side.”
I could hear some shuffling on the other end of the line before he spoke up again. “I-I guess…? I mean, sure, two detectives is better than one… and maybe if he’d known what was really going on earlier in the case,…we coulda got farther along…”
“Don’t get me wrong, Yosuke.” I rubbed at a small space on my forehead, trying to will away the small headache that had begun to take hold. “I’m sure, if he’d known early enough, he would’ve completely derailed our attempts. He reminded me at just about every turn of the case, to butt out. That my only duties were to, “…do well in school and…enjoy my youth.” I reached for my glass of TaP and chugged the rest of it down.
“Yeah… I hear that. It would’ve been back to the playpen for all of us.” More shuffling, and then a loud sigh. “Well, you think… he’s gonna wanna question all of us, Partner? I mean, hear what actually happened when Yukiko, Kanji, and Rise and Naoto all went missing…?”
“…Probably…if he still wants to know more later. Or might just pick and choose what parts he wants to hear. The stuff about Adachi, …that really shook him up, Yosuke. But, you don’t have to worry, even if he decides to just ask me, I won’t go into too many dirty details. Just the basic facts.”
“Heh…Thanks, Souji.” I could hear him genuinely smiling as he said it. It seemed odd to me, that he, and probably the others too, still felt some twinges of guilt or regret when it came to things their Shadows had said or done. Rise would still occasionally apologize to me in private, for almost allowing her Shadow to kill us all, where as it was obvious, to me at least, that what drove Chie and Yukiko’s revamped friendship was the guilt of not knowing how much they’d hurt each other.
For Yosuke, it was knowing he’d used Konishi’s death, at first, as a means to an end, just like she’d used him when she’d been alive.
I told Yosuke I’d update him on the how things went, tomorrow. “And tell Teddie goodnight for me, please?”
“Yeah sure. I’ll let him know. Night, Partner.” I hung up first, then went downstairs to get more soup.
As I poured, and then sat down at the kitchen table, my mind began to stray to the other members of the Team. Teddie for instance, always seemed to keep some of his guilt on him, whether for not being more help when sniffing out people who’d been thrown into the T.V., or for not being able to cover us all in battle, and especially for the way he left us high and dry, (His own words), when everything had nearly fallen apart. Teddie didn’t so much wear his heart on his designer sleeves, as be a heart. One big, Bear-shaped Heart.
Then there was Naoto, who, for as short a time as she’d been part of the Team, I’d done my best to make sure she felt right at home. Remembering seeing her, after the lights went out, sprawled out, face down, on Shu’s bedroom carpet for his nearly disastrous birthday surprise party, nearly made me laugh out loud again. Her issues had probably been the most serious, since, even as dangerous and vicious as her Shadow had been, the issues surrounding its birth had been far more depressing.
The only thing I could really do to help, was to be there, to tell her to screw the rules of society, and people’s biased opinions. It didn’t matter what you carried below your belt, or on your chest, so much as inside your chest, and inside your head. She was going to become a top notch detective, I was sure of it.
Re: Hierophant Revisted (7.5/?)
anonymous
March 6 2012, 00:47:22 UTC
And finally, there was Kanji. He seemed to have moved passed his issues quicker than any of the others, probably due in great part to having people who could accept him, which according to Kanji, was what he’d wanted for years. Most of his problems had stemmed just from how people negatively viewed him, and the negative way he then viewed himself, wrestling with being a “Real Man,” who like to sew. But some small part, a part that Kanji had only barely mentioned to me, was the sexuality part.
Whether it was due to not having given it much thought, or simply not feeling he had to, what with Naoto being a girl after all, I sensed there were probably some questions lingering. Inner turmoil, no matter how small, that I could help my Kohai with. I did have some firsthand experience with it afterall…And second hand, and maybe even third.
In twelve years, I’d lived in four different countries, learned half a dozen different languages, and, even if I hadn’t connected with many people (almost none, when compared to Inaba) I had still seen and heard and experienced a lot. I liked to think of myself as a very well-rounded person.
But what it really boiled down to, was just loving Kanji, loving Rise, loving Chie and Yukiko and Naoto and Teddie, and Yosuke, and all of my other friends, enough (so much) that I wanted to help. I didn’t want to see them suffer unnecessarily, if it was within my power to help. I could use my experience to help Kanji with any orientation questions, the same way I helped Nanako with her loneliness… I had had more than enough experience there as well…
Shoveling the last of the soup into my mouth, I turned towards the hall. If I listened closely, I could hear slight movement, alongside the dripping of the nighttime rain. I got up, after putting my dish into the sink to wash later, and stepped lightly towards Uncle’s door.
I took a quick peak then, into his room. He seemed to be doing ok, wrapped in his bed sheets, hopefully asleep, and not just lying there, allowing the discoveries I’d graced him with to haunt his mind. He looked to have finished at least some of his soup, but I decided to just leave the remains there, and not risk waking him up if was asleep.
I went back upstairs, slowly, and allowing my feet to almost slide across the wood floor towards my door (MY door), and then walked back into my room. (MY room). I looked at the knickknacks I’d gathered, the models I’d created, the trinkets and gifts from my friends, (My friends), and I felt good.
I sat myself on the center of the couch, reaching towards the table to pick up one of the Man’s Life books, hoping for some insight into understanding a manly man, like Uncle Ryotaro. When the Midnight Channel came on an hour later, devoid of any figures or forms, I placed the Raiden bookmark in between my current pages, and left the book on the table.
For just a moment, before I got up, and before the T.V. switched off again, I imagined what things would’ve been like, if Ryota-…if Uncle… had been thrown into the Midnight Channel. Adachi had been his partner, and sad as it was to think about, I wouldn’t have put it passed him to have thrown my Uncle in had he needed to.
I wondered what the show would’ve been like, what secrets would have been revealed, (other than the ones I already knew), and how things might’ve been harder, or how they could’ve been easier.
And then, I just went to bed. ---
Wow. Ok, not sure how this POV came across, I didn’t really like it, AT ALL, but it’s necessary for now. Sorry in advance if it felt like reading about pulling teeth! And OP! I know there was a very specific desire you have for this fic, and I just need to say, it's coming! Just trying to build up to a believable point, and then let the sparks fly!
Re: Hierophant Revisted (7.5/?)
anonymous
March 6 2012, 22:20:04 UTC
OP here! Don't worry about the pacing, I love it! I always like my kink better with plenty of story, so I can see how they got from where they were in the game to ripping each other's clothes off or whatever, so from my point of view, how you're writing this is perfect. And I actually think Souji's POV sounds very like him, methodical and organized, you can just hear the gears spinning! Thank you so much for this!
Re: Hierophant Revisted (7.5/?)
anonymous
March 7 2012, 03:52:59 UTC
Very glad you're enjoying it OP. If the title's a little vague, i'm going for a whole New Dojima Link. Dojima (2.0)
Next couple of updates has a little more adult content coming, though im still holding off on the big moment for a few more after that. Wondering also, how you might feel if I tweaked the ending???
Seeing as how You know who hasn't made their final move yet, and Dojima's getting a crash course on the year's events... hint hint hint? let me know OP. I live to serve.
Re: Hierophant Revisted (8/?)
anonymous
March 14 2012, 17:52:06 UTC
The feeling of skin on skin, after years of denying myself any kind of release, was the best fucking thing in the world.
The taste of skin lined with passionate sweat, the sound of your lover whispering words and grunting approvals into your ear, the feel of the heat inside their body enveloping you as you entered, as you explored, as your tore them apart…
“…Oh God…Yes… Y-Yes!...” A symphony to my ears…
I had missed this, so much. To hold someone, to give and receive pleasure on this scale…
“…F-F-FUCK!!” And I was close, which was no surprise. How I’d managed this long was beyond me, but it didn’t detract from the experience in the slightest. The warm, tight heat eating up my dick as all that mattered now.
“YEEEESSS!!” My toes curled, by back arched, and my hands grabbed the arms of my lover forcefully enough to bruise. It was amazing.
I let my head fall forward onto their body, using them as my pillow. Chisato had never been boring in the sack, but she’d never really let me pound her into the mattress either. Either way, her generosity was worth at least a thank you at this point, so I kissed her on her neck, and pushed the words, “I love you…,” out with what little energy I had left…
“…Love you too, Uncle…”
(It started getting hotter.)
No energy left, but still, I found myself pushing up, looking into that satisfied, and equally tired face. Grey hair… a trademark of our family, my family…
The sweat was pouring out anew, down my back, between us, mixing with the cum he’d let loose on my belly that I hadn’t even noticed…
(The heat rose further, our scents, the smell of what we’d done, at first enough to keep me semi hard, now making hard to breathe.)
… and creamy skin, (flushed now) smooth and light, regardless of how often he spent outside.
“You…were amazing, Ryotaro…,” he smiled.
‘Yeah, real amazing, Dojima-san, pile driving your own fucking nephew…,’ said someone to my left, in a voice I’d berated and ordered around for almost a year.
‘How could you, Ryo…Why…?’ The second voice, choked, to my right, left my insides cold, as the rest of me melted… That voice…
Ch-Chisa-
(And then the bed, the walls, the floors, the Room… burst into flames.) X
I woke up with my heart trying to explode out from my chest, with my body slick with sweat, and with my boxers wet with something entirely different.
God, what am I, a damn teenager…?
I didn’t want to move, even with the remains of my dream already fading into a place in my memory I would barely be able to scratch by lunchtime. Fine by me.
I reached out for the t-shirt I’d taken off in the middle of the night, shuddered, and used it to dry my face, chest, and pits. Then I grabbed a fresh combination of shorts and shirt, and headed out of my room, up the stairs towards the bathroom.
From the low level of light pouring in from the window at the end of the upstairs hall, I could tell it was probably about five or six in the morning. With Nanako still in the hospital, Souji was the only other person inside that I had to worry about disturbing.
As I walked passed his room though, sounds from inside ground my feet to a halt.
They were low, heavy, and obviously the sounds of pleasure. The sounds that had nearly faded out of my head from the dream…
Never was I more thrilled, and angry, that I hadn’t replaced, or at least covered up, the stupid door with the old glass window built into it. I couldn’t see perfectly, but I didn’t really have to.
Souji was lying on his futon, his head just barely obstructed from my angle of vision by the table in front of his couch. The erect cock in his hand though, was easily visible. His sweats were lying somewhere besides his far right leg, and his shirt seemed to be on top of it. His hands were a little blurry through the glass, even if Souji had made valiant attempts to clean it.
His right was obviously going to town on his meat, up and then down… and up… then down again, then massaging the head…
…His left wasn’t slacking though. It was attached to his sac, squeezing and… scratching(?), and then trailing over his nipples, down his toned stomach, then back towards his balls, and then… then it was…
Re: Hierophant Revisted (8.5/?)
anonymous
March 14 2012, 17:55:48 UTC
I had woken up twice in the night due to discomfort. The first time had been due to dreams of Ameno-Sagiri. Seeing that giant multi-colored eyeball staring at me, the background shifting between the skies above Inaba, to the moon-deprived sky of a city that… for some reason, looked a little like Tatsumi Port Island.
I’d felt heavy, scared, alone, close to tears, in the dream… and then promptly woken up before anything had actually happened in it. I was grateful for small favors.
I’d gone to check on my uncle after that, to find him tossing a little, but quiet.
Second time I’d woken up, had been because of a dream as well. However… The dream this time… had been more X-rated in nature.
I’d been lured into the unused English classroom inside the Practice Building (which, for some reason, had looked a little like the Bathhouse…) by who or what, I no longer remembered. Once there, I’d somehow wound up naked, slicked up like a doughnut, and was tag-team wrestling Kanji and Teddie, with Ebi as my partner. Luchador masks were our only cover.
The feeling of their arms and legs, (and hands… way too many between just three people…) grabbing and sliding over me… And then there was the part where Kanji had me pinned, crotch on my chest, and hands held back by his.
He’d leaned forward, only to get knocked back by Ai, who’d finally thrown Teddie off, or something, and was then struggling to keep Kanji down. All of this happening on top of my lower half.
Weird as the whole dream was, it got worse. Ai struggling to hold Kanji down had abruptly turned into Kanji, keeping her on top of him, sounds from their mouths not those I usually associated with wrestling, arms around each other, and with their private areas mingling in perfect view of my eyes. Kanji was leaking, Ai was wet, and then… they started to… Score. Teddie was only a few feet away, watching with interest. Our eyes met, he winked, much like Yosuke, with plenty of violet and platinum sparkles, and crawled over to me….
Ms. Kashiwagi, decked out in Samurai armor, yelling that we were in the wrong room, and that we were gonna miss breakfast, was the point that I finally woke up at.
I hadn’t eaten anything strange from the fridge in months, (one month) although I figured I was prone to odd dreams with or without food, if dreaming of being Naoki’s parent, battling evil alongside Nanako Loveline, or slaying giant Shadows in a love hotel under a full moon, were anything to go by.
I’d checked on Ryotaro, (Uncle), again, to find him shirtless, and turned on his side away from the door.
Hobbling up and down the stairs, groggy, and hard as all hell, wasn’t fun. And it had been months, (several long months) since I’d given in to my hormonal urges.
To be fair, I’d needed the energy. Fighting Shadows went better when you had pent up sexual frustrations to boost your strength.
So I’d gone back to my room, laid on my futon, and allowed myself to surf through the sea of my mind… Until I’d found her…
Succubus.
Once I’d filled in the Compendium to what was apparently the current limit, Margaret, with Igor absent at the time, had filled me in on the fact that I didn’t technically need to constantly repurchase my old Personas. Each one was firmly attached to my soul, parts of my soul. The only thing Margaret and Igor did was pinpoint them inside me and bring them to the surface of my mind.
She told me that, now that I’d tempered my soul, I could focus on them, call them out, and bring them to the surface myself. I’d then asked if I could have my money back for all the previous times I’d paid. She apologized, saying the cost of their services where non-refundable, and that I really should have checked the fine print in the contract I’d signed.
Either way, Succubus was now firmly at the forefront of my mind, and like each Persona I had in my top roster, or had currently equipped, my thoughts and feelings were automatically affected.
Re: Hierophant Revisted (8.75/?)
anonymous
March 14 2012, 17:58:00 UTC
When I’d first had her equipped, I’d found that Miss Sayoko had taken an even greater shine to me that usual, as I’d expected. I’d also found myself more proficient with my hands, during our ‘lessons,’ as I’d hoped. And then I’d found that sleeping with Succubus still equipped result in hot dreams that left my sweats soaked and stained. …Well, yeah. What can I say?
It had been months, I’d helped save the town, and the dream image of Kanji’s hard junk and Ai’s moist lips had me too turned on. I needed Succubus to help me. And help me she did.
I slipped off my clothes, and allowed my mind to roam through fantasies more creative, more depraved, and more (Fucking) amazing then I’d ever attempted.
I was kissing Teddie while Yosuke had his own tongue up my ass, and Kanji worked my erection, using his large hands to push Yosuke’s head further into my ass, and in turn, my dick further into his mouth. I then started suckling Sayoko’s nipples at her guidance, while Ayane and Yumi worked their tongues down my neck, and fondled me with their warm hands.
Watching Chie and Yukiko, bodies close, slip their tongues into each other’s mouths, while I slipped a vibrator in between them, and my God, who knew Chie could moan like that? Apparently Naoto did, because then she was working the vibrator between them in my place, using her other hand to play with herself, while the girls and I traded flavors inside our mouths.
The images, and scenes, and scenarios all played out in my head unbidden, and I thanked Succubus for it all, while I imagined getting myself penetrated by Kou while I was already straddling Daisuke.
That melted into Aika, feeding me her pussy, moving around as she sat on my face, while Mr. Kondo sat on my dick facing away from me, moving at the same frenetic pace, and with his sweet bubble butt bouncing away, no longer hidden beneath those stupid track pants.
And then, I was on stage, dressed up in the Culture Festival drag, berating my parent’s names, and screwing a former idol, while the Fox nearby licked her lips and drooled beautiful yen all over the floorboards.
It was around the time that Naoki was going down on a loudly swearing Emi, while getting deliciously abused by Ai’s strap on as I fed her a healthy helping of dick, that I felt myself coming undone. I was on the brink, staring down a huge hole, (perhaps Margaret’s vagina?) about to fall in, when suddenly someone’s arms were around my waist, their mouth and hot tongue in my ear, their toasty warm cock sliding between my cheeks…
I kissed the man behind me, spasming into Ai’s mouth with this strange man’s prick grazing over my hole.
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March 14 2012, 18:00:06 UTC
With my UNCLE’s imagined voice in my ear, and his name on my lips, mostly out of surprise, I came.
Scratch that. I was cumming. Hard. I was shooting, I was exploding. All over my stomach, and even managed to land some in my face. I only closed my eyes a moment before it happened, and only due to pleasure echoing through every appendage, every cell, in my body. Succubus let out a tiny, sultry giggle, before falling back into silence.
I just allowed myself to lay there. I didn’t want to get up. I gave in to a small smile that graced my spunk covered face, before that final snippet of imaginings I’d gotten off on came back to me.
Ryot- UNCLE DOJIMA… That wasn’t normal. It was hard enough remembering he was actually my Uncle, one I actually cared about, and not just another caretaker, or hired substitute watching after me on my parent’s pay role, no matter how nice.
Family had meant nothing to me, for years, but now, here, in Inaba, friends, fun, happiness, family, I had them all. Even if I did occasionally fantasize about them, and then guilt trip myself half an hour later. But no, not Uncle. Even if he was an adult, like Sayoko… or a parent, like Miss Emi… (A M.I.L.F… No!) He was different (D.I.L.F… STOP IT!!).
I couldn’t handle it. I switched off Succubus for Sraosha in the hopes of clearing my mind, even at the cost of supreme guilt. It’s not like I had control over the fantasies, it had been a complete accident!
Sraosha however, merely hovered, and didn’t respond.
I reached out for the shirt I’d tossed, and used it to clean my face. Realizing I’d probably need a shower to really get clean, I shrugged my sweats back on, and stood on wobbly legs.
As I reached for the door, I realized I must’ve left the thing open a little bit after my second time visiting Uncle. Then I noticed that, what with my mind having been occupied, I hadn’t even heard him come up, since that had to have been him inside the bathroom, with the shower running.
Not allowing myself to remain anywhere near that topic, I only hoped I hadn’t been too loud. ---
GOD STUPID WORD COUNT! Or really, just stupid anon here. Hope your enjoying this obligatory dream sensuousness OP. (By which i mean, i hope i did a good enough job. Not Very descriptive, but their were just quick and dirty fantasies...) And this still isn't even the whole day. Only the morning! Rest of the day comes soon! Enjoy! (Crosses fingers...)
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If I had known how irritating stitches could be, I wouldn’t have let myself tear through them so many damn times. Probably. Itchy bastards. And the soreness! Ugh…
“Gotta stop complaining so damn much…,” I mumbled to myself. It had barely been two days since I’d finally returned home, and while a part of me was grateful to no longer have to endure the humiliation of sponge baths, the inactivity had reduced me to the fidgety-whiny-state of most newbie cops, the kind I constantly berated back at the station. And whenever I realized that, those thoughts always brought me right back to him.
Tohru.
I just grunted again, shaking my head to scatter those feelings back to the four corners of my mind.
“You doin ok, Uncle?”
And as usual, silent as a mouse, Souji was there, looking down at me on the couch, ready to tend to whatever I needed. It was nice.
“No. No, I’m good, thanks, Souji.” I slowly started to stretch again, moving out of the state of barely-there awareness that came with naps in the afternoon. The light patter of rain that had helped lull me to sleep was now a noticeable downpour, and I realized it would be dangerous to try and drive myself to the Hospital to visit Nanako again that day.
I turned back towards Souji, whose back was towards me again, cooking something in the kitchen that smelled fucking good.
“Do those buses still move as fast as snails?” It had been a long time since I’d last rode in one, only having needed to for a week while my car had been getting a dent and tail light fixed. Was late to work every single day of it.
He reached for the spatula, and answered without turning around. “Still at a snail’s pace, Uncle,” he said, and I could tell, with a smile, “Though they’re even worse in the rain.”
Damn irony.
Souji turned back around and set two plates onto the kitchen table. “Do you wanna eat here, or by the T.V.?”
I just shook my head, “Table’s fine.”
It took me a minute, but I managed to get my ass up and into the usually cold wood of one of the table chair’s. Souji had bought me a small cushion for comfort, through Hanamura, the night before at Junes. God bless him. Souji, that is.
I looked down at the meal that had me practically drooling set in front of me, and almost laughed. “Omelets?”
“You don’t like?” Souji just smiled, though I knew if I asked, he’d make me something different.
“Nah, it’s fine. Thank you, Souji.”
“You’re welcome, Uncle.”
He’d saved the lives of several people in town, as well as my daughter’s and probably even my own in some way or another. I wanted to tell him he could call me Ryotaro, if he wanted to. But I didn’t.
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I might flip between 1st and 3rd for the next couple of updates. Let me know if you prefer one or the other OP! And thank you and anon for your super kind words!
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I froze, mouth open like an idiot, and wondered how out of the conversation was I to not know what the hell he was talking about.
“About the case. The murders…I mean. I don’t mean to just drop this on you now, while you’re recovering, but this way I can edit out what you don’t wanna know or hear, and maybe share that with you sometime down the road,…if at all.”
I closed my mouth (finally), and looked into his face, seeing (for the first fucking time?) just how tired Souji looked. His posture was almost crap, his eyes not bloodshot, but the silver of his irises popped with the bags under his eyes.
I coughed a little, trying to clear my voice… “So,… I’m in your confidence now?” …and promptly sounded like a complete prick. The words and the tone were relentless COP-DOJIMA, the man that had helped save lives, stop crimes, and almost destroy his own family. Souji’s flicker of true guilt, replaced quickly with obvious fatigue, only made me apologize that much quicker. “Wait,… I’m sorry, I-”
“No. You’re right. Even if it would’ve been, a hassle, almost impossible in the beginning, to tell you, I had chances after that. If I…if…I hadn’t been so stupid, and just… tried proving to you, that I was telling the truth,… maybe we could’ve, I could’ve, kept Nanako from being kidnapped…”
And there, right-fucking-there, was enough guilt to break through his fatigue, and had Nanako not survived, like I believed she hadn’t in that, horrifying almost-hour, I knew that that guilt would have crushed him.
“I wasn’t thinking. And I’m sorry… Uncle, I didn’t mean-”
“Shut up.” The words were harsh, but got the point across nicely. Ignoring his stunned look, I pushed on. “You saved her. She’s alive, and she’s getting better. That’s what counts. That’s what matters… to me.”
It didn’t matter that he’d saved lives, a town, his friends, or himself. In those eyes, grey, silver, steel, whatever, was gratitude, and joy, tears, and the words, “Thank you so much.”
“Thank you, Souji.”
He was standing a moment later, and so was I. After five seconds, I reached forward and took him into my arms. He didn’t struggle, he didn’t wail, he just accepted it, and maybe forgot for a second that I wasn’t at 100 percent myself, but I just gripped him tighter and ignored the pain above my waist, where his arms were, and where the warmth was.
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And smelling his hair. Vanilla.
I felt him pat my lower back, and lean back, then stare at me. He smiled, and it lit up his eyes, as his arms slid off my back (so slowly), and he nodded. “Thank you, …Uncle.” We were so close. I wanted to hold him closer. I’d forgotten how it felt to hold someone like that, someone who wasn’t a child. And the fact that it was him…
I let go of my grip on him, even slower, and grunted. I needed this moment to pass, nice as it was (stupendously wonderful as it felt) before I did something, though hell if I knew what that was. “Tell me… Tell me as much as you can. It doesn’t have to be everything…,” I moved myself over to the couch, “…but perhaps you could fill me in over the next few days. Nanako’s not being released till next week…” Crap! “Nanako!”
I stared out at the rain again, and wondered how private the buses were. The town was practically dead during rain, had been even more so these last few months, maybe Souji and I could still talk and not be over heard while it drove?
“She’s fine, Uncle.” He stood next to me again, “Kanji, Rise, and Naoto are with her right now. They got there 40 minutes ago. You saw her once today, and she knows you’ll be back tomorrow.”
That made sense. And I knew he was right. But the part of me, the Dad part, that malnourished chunk that was finally becoming whole again, wanted to value every opportunity I had with Nanako, my daughter, the last line to Chisato I had… And then I looked at Souji again, and I felt like kicking my own ass. I was disgusting…
“Uncle…?”
“I get it,” I managed to say, though I couldn’t look at him yet. “Just tell your friends to tell her I love her. Very much.”
I didn’t hear a response, only Souji getting out his phone. “And tell her I’ll be there bright and early tomorrow.”
“Right.” His fingers hit the keys on his phone at alarming speed. He snapped his phone shut then, and wandered towards the far end of the couch. “Do you…still wanna hear about it, now?”
It didn’t matter how I was feeling, or what. I knew that this was important. And could hopefully help keep my mind from straying, with the twists and turns that I knew this story was going to have.
“…Yeah…” I sat at the opposite end of the couch, and started getting comfortable. And wished I had a beer.
No, need concentration. Not booze!
…Maybe later, though...
I nodded, and Souji started to speak.
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Next part is where crap we all know gets explained. I'll work on that after work today. Hope you've enjoyed!
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I just sat back and allowed all the information I’d helped collect, back when the case had been the only thing on my mind, to swim over me again.
“Mayumi Yamano came to Inaba to hide, where both she and Namatame had grown up, and, at least generally, not a whole lot of people knew she was here at the time. Namatame followed soon after, having been fired from his Secretary Position in the same way Miss Yamano had been shunned from her own job as an Announcer. Mayumi Yamano though, no longer had family here, and so she reserved a room at the Amagi Inn, to escape the fallout.”
Souji’s head rose slightly, and in his eyes was obvious hesitance. I nodded. “Go on.”
“…Detective…Adachi, had been assigned to guard her, mostly from the media, and had… apparently, the night before her body turned up, …he had tried to come on to her… Maybe even more than just that…”
I could feel a lump forming in my throat… the thought of Adachi… clumsy, loudmouthed, stuttering Adachi, forcing himself on anyone…
“He had apparently gained the ability, sometime when he first arrived in Inaba, to enter the Television into the other world, same as my friends and I, though we’re not sure how he did it. Either way, he didn’t know much about it.”
Souji’s brows furrowed, and some small part realized that there were answers that even he and his friends hadn’t managed to uncover. “Adachi claimed that… when the struggle happened, he’d accidentally knocked Miss Yamano into that world… but after he realized what he’d done, made no effort to save her. He figured… ‘the gold-digger... deserved it…’”
I’d finally managed to swallow the spit, only to almost choke on hearing the word’s that surely would never have come out of Souji’s own mouth… but…
Tohru… he never used language like that…
Not in front of me, anyway…
“…My God…”
Souji just looked at me, stared for a moment across the room to the T.V. in the corner, and then let his gaze fall back onto the hand in his lap, before continuing.
Fifteen minutes later, I asked him to stop.
Hearing about Adachi’s hand in the death of Konishi, a third year high school student, and the subsequent manipulation of Namatame… it was too much.
I lurched my way towards the hall, (“When the hell are you gonna stop acting like a damn rookie?”) needing to vomit (Dammit Adachi! Where’s my coffee?!), needing to breathe (ADACHI!!!).
I didn’t even make it to the bathroom.
Souji sent me to bed with water and my meds ten minutes later, telling me he’d make some soup as well, after he worked on cleaning the bile I’d spit up onto the wood floor outside my room.
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Souji Seta sat on his knees, cleaning what little mess his uncle had left in his hurry to expel his stomach into the toilet. He took note of the almost absolute silence. The only things to be heard were the sounds of damp cloth on dry wood, the rain pouring itself down onto the city, and the breathing of the two males inside the house.
As Souji washed his hands once the clean up was done, he couldn’t help but feel truly conflicted.
Revealing the truth to his Uncle, about the case, about his Partner…Adachi, about everything, was painful, and maybe even going to get worse. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to subject his Uncle to it, and if the detective wanted no further insight, Souji wouldn’t push.
And yet, on some level, or many, it felt good. It felt real good, to tear down some of the walls between them that, in all honesty, no longer needed to be there. Souji had helped to repair Ryotaro Dojima’s broken heart, and home, and now, was finally getting to share himself with the man, add to his heart, add to his home…
Souji could feel the sides of his mouth turn up, and then quickly dried his hands. He had soup to make.
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Felt kinda rushed near the end. Sorry for the wait OP and any reading anons! Trying to be a good college student again, and a good employee and son and blah blah blah. It’s time consuming.
Anyway, hope you’re enjoying! Rest of the IT makes their appearance soon, along with more explanations. Also, if anyone knows how to put italics and bold, and stuff, if they could tell me, I’d greatly appreciate it.
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“He deserves to know, Yosuke. I almost- Nanako, almost got killed over all of this. I mean, technically…she did. I know, I just know, that if I had found some way to explain everything, if I had just pushed harder to explain, be honest… Look at how much progress we made having Naoto on our side.”
I could hear some shuffling on the other end of the line before he spoke up again. “I-I guess…? I mean, sure, two detectives is better than one… and maybe if he’d known what was really going on earlier in the case,…we coulda got farther along…”
“Don’t get me wrong, Yosuke.” I rubbed at a small space on my forehead, trying to will away the small headache that had begun to take hold. “I’m sure, if he’d known early enough, he would’ve completely derailed our attempts. He reminded me at just about every turn of the case, to butt out. That my only duties were to, “…do well in school and…enjoy my youth.” I reached for my glass of TaP and chugged the rest of it down.
“Yeah… I hear that. It would’ve been back to the playpen for all of us.” More shuffling, and then a loud sigh. “Well, you think… he’s gonna wanna question all of us, Partner? I mean, hear what actually happened when Yukiko, Kanji, and Rise and Naoto all went missing…?”
“…Probably…if he still wants to know more later. Or might just pick and choose what parts he wants to hear. The stuff about Adachi, …that really shook him up, Yosuke. But, you don’t have to worry, even if he decides to just ask me, I won’t go into too many dirty details. Just the basic facts.”
“Heh…Thanks, Souji.” I could hear him genuinely smiling as he said it. It seemed odd to me, that he, and probably the others too, still felt some twinges of guilt or regret when it came to things their Shadows had said or done. Rise would still occasionally apologize to me in private, for almost allowing her Shadow to kill us all, where as it was obvious, to me at least, that what drove Chie and Yukiko’s revamped friendship was the guilt of not knowing how much they’d hurt each other.
For Yosuke, it was knowing he’d used Konishi’s death, at first, as a means to an end, just like she’d used him when she’d been alive.
I told Yosuke I’d update him on the how things went, tomorrow. “And tell Teddie goodnight for me, please?”
“Yeah sure. I’ll let him know. Night, Partner.” I hung up first, then went downstairs to get more soup.
As I poured, and then sat down at the kitchen table, my mind began to stray to the other members of the Team. Teddie for instance, always seemed to keep some of his guilt on him, whether for not being more help when sniffing out people who’d been thrown into the T.V., or for not being able to cover us all in battle, and especially for the way he left us high and dry, (His own words), when everything had nearly fallen apart. Teddie didn’t so much wear his heart on his designer sleeves, as be a heart. One big, Bear-shaped Heart.
Then there was Naoto, who, for as short a time as she’d been part of the Team, I’d done my best to make sure she felt right at home. Remembering seeing her, after the lights went out, sprawled out, face down, on Shu’s bedroom carpet for his nearly disastrous birthday surprise party, nearly made me laugh out loud again. Her issues had probably been the most serious, since, even as dangerous and vicious as her Shadow had been, the issues surrounding its birth had been far more depressing.
The only thing I could really do to help, was to be there, to tell her to screw the rules of society, and people’s biased opinions. It didn’t matter what you carried below your belt, or on your chest, so much as inside your chest, and inside your head. She was going to become a top notch detective, I was sure of it.
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Whether it was due to not having given it much thought, or simply not feeling he had to, what with Naoto being a girl after all, I sensed there were probably some questions lingering. Inner turmoil, no matter how small, that I could help my Kohai with. I did have some firsthand experience with it afterall…And second hand, and maybe even third.
In twelve years, I’d lived in four different countries, learned half a dozen different languages, and, even if I hadn’t connected with many people (almost none, when compared to Inaba) I had still seen and heard and experienced a lot. I liked to think of myself as a very well-rounded person.
But what it really boiled down to, was just loving Kanji, loving Rise, loving Chie and Yukiko and Naoto and Teddie, and Yosuke, and all of my other friends, enough (so much) that I wanted to help. I didn’t want to see them suffer unnecessarily, if it was within my power to help. I could use my experience to help Kanji with any orientation questions, the same way I helped Nanako with her loneliness… I had had more than enough experience there as well…
Shoveling the last of the soup into my mouth, I turned towards the hall. If I listened closely, I could hear slight movement, alongside the dripping of the nighttime rain. I got up, after putting my dish into the sink to wash later, and stepped lightly towards Uncle’s door.
I took a quick peak then, into his room. He seemed to be doing ok, wrapped in his bed sheets, hopefully asleep, and not just lying there, allowing the discoveries I’d graced him with to haunt his mind. He looked to have finished at least some of his soup, but I decided to just leave the remains there, and not risk waking him up if was asleep.
I went back upstairs, slowly, and allowing my feet to almost slide across the wood floor towards my door (MY door), and then walked back into my room. (MY room). I looked at the knickknacks I’d gathered, the models I’d created, the trinkets and gifts from my friends, (My friends), and I felt good.
I sat myself on the center of the couch, reaching towards the table to pick up one of the Man’s Life books, hoping for some insight into understanding a manly man, like Uncle Ryotaro. When the Midnight Channel came on an hour later, devoid of any figures or forms, I placed the Raiden bookmark in between my current pages, and left the book on the table.
For just a moment, before I got up, and before the T.V. switched off again, I imagined what things would’ve been like, if Ryota-…if Uncle… had been thrown into the Midnight Channel. Adachi had been his partner, and sad as it was to think about, I wouldn’t have put it passed him to have thrown my Uncle in had he needed to.
I wondered what the show would’ve been like, what secrets would have been revealed, (other than the ones I already knew), and how things might’ve been harder, or how they could’ve been easier.
And then, I just went to bed.
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Wow. Ok, not sure how this POV came across, I didn’t really like it, AT ALL, but it’s necessary for now. Sorry in advance if it felt like reading about pulling teeth!
And OP! I know there was a very specific desire you have for this fic, and I just need to say, it's coming! Just trying to build up to a believable point, and then let the sparks fly!
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Next couple of updates has a little more adult content coming, though im still holding off on the big moment for a few more after that. Wondering also, how you might feel if I tweaked the ending???
Seeing as how You know who hasn't made their final move yet, and Dojima's getting a crash course on the year's events... hint hint hint?
let me know OP. I live to serve.
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Feel free to put in any plot twists and surprises you want...I am open to anything! I trust you to make it awesome.
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The taste of skin lined with passionate sweat, the sound of your lover whispering words and grunting approvals into your ear, the feel of the heat inside their body enveloping you as you entered, as you explored, as your tore them apart…
“…Oh God…Yes… Y-Yes!...” A symphony to my ears…
I had missed this, so much. To hold someone, to give and receive pleasure on this scale…
“…F-F-FUCK!!” And I was close, which was no surprise. How I’d managed this long was beyond me, but it didn’t detract from the experience in the slightest. The warm, tight heat eating up my dick as all that mattered now.
“YEEEESSS!!” My toes curled, by back arched, and my hands grabbed the arms of my lover forcefully enough to bruise. It was amazing.
I let my head fall forward onto their body, using them as my pillow. Chisato had never been boring in the sack, but she’d never really let me pound her into the mattress either. Either way, her generosity was worth at least a thank you at this point, so I kissed her on her neck, and pushed the words, “I love you…,” out with what little energy I had left…
“…Love you too, Uncle…”
(It started getting hotter.)
No energy left, but still, I found myself pushing up, looking into that satisfied, and equally tired face. Grey hair… a trademark of our family, my family…
The sweat was pouring out anew, down my back, between us, mixing with the cum he’d let loose on my belly that I hadn’t even noticed…
(The heat rose further, our scents, the smell of what we’d done, at first enough to keep me semi hard, now making hard to breathe.)
… and creamy skin, (flushed now) smooth and light, regardless of how often he spent outside.
“You…were amazing, Ryotaro…,” he smiled.
‘Yeah, real amazing, Dojima-san, pile driving your own fucking nephew…,’ said someone to my left, in a voice I’d berated and ordered around for almost a year.
‘How could you, Ryo…Why…?’ The second voice, choked, to my right, left my insides cold, as the rest of me melted… That voice…
Ch-Chisa-
(And then the bed, the walls, the floors, the Room… burst into flames.)
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I woke up with my heart trying to explode out from my chest, with my body slick with sweat, and with my boxers wet with something entirely different.
God, what am I, a damn teenager…?
I didn’t want to move, even with the remains of my dream already fading into a place in my memory I would barely be able to scratch by lunchtime. Fine by me.
I reached out for the t-shirt I’d taken off in the middle of the night, shuddered, and used it to dry my face, chest, and pits. Then I grabbed a fresh combination of shorts and shirt, and headed out of my room, up the stairs towards the bathroom.
From the low level of light pouring in from the window at the end of the upstairs hall, I could tell it was probably about five or six in the morning. With Nanako still in the hospital, Souji was the only other person inside that I had to worry about disturbing.
As I walked passed his room though, sounds from inside ground my feet to a halt.
They were low, heavy, and obviously the sounds of pleasure. The sounds that had nearly faded out of my head from the dream…
Never was I more thrilled, and angry, that I hadn’t replaced, or at least covered up, the stupid door with the old glass window built into it. I couldn’t see perfectly, but I didn’t really have to.
Souji was lying on his futon, his head just barely obstructed from my angle of vision by the table in front of his couch. The erect cock in his hand though, was easily visible. His sweats were lying somewhere besides his far right leg, and his shirt seemed to be on top of it. His hands were a little blurry through the glass, even if Souji had made valiant attempts to clean it.
His right was obviously going to town on his meat, up and then down… and up… then down again, then massaging the head…
…His left wasn’t slacking though. It was attached to his sac, squeezing and… scratching(?), and then trailing over his nipples, down his toned stomach, then back towards his balls, and then… then it was…
Fuck. He was fingering himself.
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I’d felt heavy, scared, alone, close to tears, in the dream… and then promptly woken up before anything had actually happened in it. I was grateful for small favors.
I’d gone to check on my uncle after that, to find him tossing a little, but quiet.
Second time I’d woken up, had been because of a dream as well. However… The dream this time… had been more X-rated in nature.
I’d been lured into the unused English classroom inside the Practice Building (which, for some reason, had looked a little like the Bathhouse…) by who or what, I no longer remembered. Once there, I’d somehow wound up naked, slicked up like a doughnut, and was tag-team wrestling Kanji and Teddie, with Ebi as my partner. Luchador masks were our only cover.
The feeling of their arms and legs, (and hands… way too many between just three people…) grabbing and sliding over me… And then there was the part where Kanji had me pinned, crotch on my chest, and hands held back by his.
He’d leaned forward, only to get knocked back by Ai, who’d finally thrown Teddie off, or something, and was then struggling to keep Kanji down. All of this happening on top of my lower half.
Weird as the whole dream was, it got worse. Ai struggling to hold Kanji down had abruptly turned into Kanji, keeping her on top of him, sounds from their mouths not those I usually associated with wrestling, arms around each other, and with their private areas mingling in perfect view of my eyes. Kanji was leaking, Ai was wet, and then… they started to… Score. Teddie was only a few feet away, watching with interest. Our eyes met, he winked, much like Yosuke, with plenty of violet and platinum sparkles, and crawled over to me….
Ms. Kashiwagi, decked out in Samurai armor, yelling that we were in the wrong room, and that we were gonna miss breakfast, was the point that I finally woke up at.
I hadn’t eaten anything strange from the fridge in months, (one month) although I figured I was prone to odd dreams with or without food, if dreaming of being Naoki’s parent, battling evil alongside Nanako Loveline, or slaying giant Shadows in a love hotel under a full moon, were anything to go by.
I’d checked on Ryotaro, (Uncle), again, to find him shirtless, and turned on his side away from the door.
Hobbling up and down the stairs, groggy, and hard as all hell, wasn’t fun. And it had been months, (several long months) since I’d given in to my hormonal urges.
To be fair, I’d needed the energy. Fighting Shadows went better when you had pent up sexual frustrations to boost your strength.
So I’d gone back to my room, laid on my futon, and allowed myself to surf through the sea of my mind… Until I’d found her…
Succubus.
Once I’d filled in the Compendium to what was apparently the current limit, Margaret, with Igor absent at the time, had filled me in on the fact that I didn’t technically need to constantly repurchase my old Personas. Each one was firmly attached to my soul, parts of my soul. The only thing Margaret and Igor did was pinpoint them inside me and bring them to the surface of my mind.
She told me that, now that I’d tempered my soul, I could focus on them, call them out, and bring them to the surface myself. I’d then asked if I could have my money back for all the previous times I’d paid. She apologized, saying the cost of their services where non-refundable, and that I really should have checked the fine print in the contract I’d signed.
Either way, Succubus was now firmly at the forefront of my mind, and like each Persona I had in my top roster, or had currently equipped, my thoughts and feelings were automatically affected.
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It had been months, I’d helped save the town, and the dream image of Kanji’s hard junk and Ai’s moist lips had me too turned on. I needed Succubus to help me. And help me she did.
I slipped off my clothes, and allowed my mind to roam through fantasies more creative, more depraved, and more (Fucking) amazing then I’d ever attempted.
I was kissing Teddie while Yosuke had his own tongue up my ass, and Kanji worked my erection, using his large hands to push Yosuke’s head further into my ass, and in turn, my dick further into his mouth. I then started suckling Sayoko’s nipples at her guidance, while Ayane and Yumi worked their tongues down my neck, and fondled me with their warm hands.
Watching Chie and Yukiko, bodies close, slip their tongues into each other’s mouths, while I slipped a vibrator in between them, and my God, who knew Chie could moan like that? Apparently Naoto did, because then she was working the vibrator between them in my place, using her other hand to play with herself, while the girls and I traded flavors inside our mouths.
The images, and scenes, and scenarios all played out in my head unbidden, and I thanked Succubus for it all, while I imagined getting myself penetrated by Kou while I was already straddling Daisuke.
That melted into Aika, feeding me her pussy, moving around as she sat on my face, while Mr. Kondo sat on my dick facing away from me, moving at the same frenetic pace, and with his sweet bubble butt bouncing away, no longer hidden beneath those stupid track pants.
And then, I was on stage, dressed up in the Culture Festival drag, berating my parent’s names, and screwing a former idol, while the Fox nearby licked her lips and drooled beautiful yen all over the floorboards.
It was around the time that Naoki was going down on a loudly swearing Emi, while getting deliciously abused by Ai’s strap on as I fed her a healthy helping of dick, that I felt myself coming undone. I was on the brink, staring down a huge hole, (perhaps Margaret’s vagina?) about to fall in, when suddenly someone’s arms were around my waist, their mouth and hot tongue in my ear, their toasty warm cock sliding between my cheeks…
I kissed the man behind me, spasming into Ai’s mouth with this strange man’s prick grazing over my hole.
“…I…Love you…so much,…Souji…,” said Ryotaro.
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With my UNCLE’s imagined voice in my ear, and his name on my lips, mostly out of surprise, I came.
Scratch that. I was cumming. Hard. I was shooting, I was exploding. All over my stomach, and even managed to land some in my face. I only closed my eyes a moment before it happened, and only due to pleasure echoing through every appendage, every cell, in my body. Succubus let out a tiny, sultry giggle, before falling back into silence.
I just allowed myself to lay there. I didn’t want to get up. I gave in to a small smile that graced my spunk covered face, before that final snippet of imaginings I’d gotten off on came back to me.
Ryot- UNCLE DOJIMA… That wasn’t normal. It was hard enough remembering he was actually my Uncle, one I actually cared about, and not just another caretaker, or hired substitute watching after me on my parent’s pay role, no matter how nice.
Family had meant nothing to me, for years, but now, here, in Inaba, friends, fun, happiness, family, I had them all. Even if I did occasionally fantasize about them, and then guilt trip myself half an hour later. But no, not Uncle. Even if he was an adult, like Sayoko… or a parent, like Miss Emi… (A M.I.L.F… No!) He was different (D.I.L.F… STOP IT!!).
I couldn’t handle it. I switched off Succubus for Sraosha in the hopes of clearing my mind, even at the cost of supreme guilt. It’s not like I had control over the fantasies, it had been a complete accident!
Sraosha however, merely hovered, and didn’t respond.
I reached out for the shirt I’d tossed, and used it to clean my face. Realizing I’d probably need a shower to really get clean, I shrugged my sweats back on, and stood on wobbly legs.
As I reached for the door, I realized I must’ve left the thing open a little bit after my second time visiting Uncle. Then I noticed that, what with my mind having been occupied, I hadn’t even heard him come up, since that had to have been him inside the bathroom, with the shower running.
Not allowing myself to remain anywhere near that topic, I only hoped I hadn’t been too loud.
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GOD STUPID WORD COUNT! Or really, just stupid anon here.
Hope your enjoying this obligatory dream sensuousness OP. (By which i mean, i hope i did a good enough job. Not Very descriptive, but their were just quick and dirty fantasies...)
And this still isn't even the whole day. Only the morning! Rest of the day comes soon! Enjoy! (Crosses fingers...)
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