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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_4
  Relationship:
      Dojima_Ryotaro/Seta_Souji, Dojima_Ryotaro/Hanamura_Yosuke
  Character:
      Adachi_Tohru, Dojima_Nanako, Satonaka_Chie, Hanamura_Yosuke, Master
      Daidara, Original_Male_Character(s), Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Graphic_Description, Blow_Jobs, Public_Sex, Rape/Non-con_Elements,
      Dubious_Consent, Rough_Kissing, Disturbing_Themes, Tentacle_Rape,
      Explicit_Language
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-03-10 Completed: 2013-10-02 Chapters: 27/27 Words: 135963
****** A Collection of Persona Fics ******
by Duskynoir
Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Notes
     Reupload with a few things added. It certainly has been a while since
     I even bothered to look at these. With more websites I used to
     frequent back in my early days of fanfiction disappearing, I figured
     I might as well store everything I could into one easy place. Plus, I
     know one person out there might appreciate these (if they ever find
     themselves back in the fandom again).
     I'll start off with something I wrote to counteract this other fanfic
     I wrote. Strange, eh? Well, you'll see. This one's rather tame and
     back when I wrote it, I was in the mood for makeout sessions which
     seem to be absent from my writing. Whether or not I succeeded...
***** Autumn Stretlights *****
Souji took in a sharp breath as he pulled his jacket tighter to himself. He
hadn’t expected the temperature to drop that dramatically in the evening but
Inaba was farther north than Tokyo and in a mountainous region so it made
sense. He just didn’t like it the harsh wind that would pick up. He sniffed
loudly for a moment as he walked down to the riverbank and looked around; there
was no one there.
He sighed and started to walk back up the steps. None of his friends were to be
found so he might as well start going home. He had a few books he could read
or, if he was desperate, some homework to do but it wasn’t what he wished to
spend his evening on... He was at least hoping Naoto would be around to talk to
but no luck. He reached the asphalt walkway and turned to go towards the
school, deciding to pass by the Shopping District one last time.
That’s when he saw Dojima; he was all alone, smoking at the gazebo.
At first Souji thought he had been looking for him as he could find no other
reason for him to be there. But a closer inspection showed Dojima holding some
papers, his eyes distant as he looked out at the sky, along trail of smoke
flowing from his cigarette. Souji hesitated, unsure of whether to go to him but
before he could sneak off his uncle’s eyes moved down and caught sight of him.
He stood awkward and gave a short wave and Dojima seemed to flush, the papers
getting shoved into his pocket.
Souji frowned and shuffled in embarrassment. Seemed like his uncle had assumed
he wouldn’t be bothered there but in a small town, well. He scratched his
shoulder uncomfortably as Dojima got up and began walking over to him. He knew
what was coming. ‘What was he doing there?’
“What are you doing here?” Dojima said curtly and Souji gave a small laugh.
Yep. Bingo.
“I was looking for one of my friends,” he shrugged and he watched his uncle
narrow his eyes and he felt sweat on his neck. He hated when he got that
judging gaze.
“I thought you went out at night to go to work,” he pointed at him with his
cigarette and Souji flushed, trying to think of an excuse.
“U-Uh… They didn’t need me?” he tried but his uncle was right back on him.
“So why didn’t you go home?”
Souji gave a shrug and looked at the ground. Busted. “I don’t know…”
Dojima gave a sigh and rubbed his temple. “Well, at least that mystery is
solved,” he muttered and Souji frowned and looked up to catch his eye. His
uncle read his thoughts. “I knew you were going out to meet your group of
friends at night when you were supposedly working, I just couldn’t prove it.”
Souji looked down at his feet again before a reply was tumbling from his lips.
“Hasn’t the murderer been caught? Shouldn’t I be allowed to go outside now?”
his eyes shot up to look at Dojima who scowled at him. “Or is the murder
investigation still open?”
“Watch it, Souji,” Dojima warned and the two stared at each other before Souji
gave in first.
“Sorry.”
They stood in silence, an uncomfortable tension soon casting over them. Souji
took the time to look up at the sky and watch the clouds slowly move over the
orange and purple hue that now took over. He could feel the wind blow a bit and
the scent of leaves falling from the trees hit his senses making him close his
eyes and inhale. He always wondered what autumn would smell like and having it
hit him lightly like this was exhilarating.
He opened his eyes, feeling his bangs shift against his forehead and he felt a
gaze on him making him blush as he looked to his uncle; he was careful rolling
the cigarette between his lips as he stared at him, his eyes narrowing a bit.
“S-Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” his uncle muttered and he looked to the sky, watching the
clouds himself. “You’ve lived in the city all your life, haven’t you? This will
be your first fall in a remote, mountainous region… Must be exciting.”
Souji stared at him, trying to judge if he was mocking him but his uncle seemed
sincere with his words and he gave him a wry smile and looked up to the moon
now peeking out from the tail end of the cloud.
“Dojima-san, what are you doing down here?” he asked politely and his uncle
gave a gruff laugh, almost as if he was amused it took him so long to ask.
“I was in the area,” he said in a dead voice and Souji knew it meant he should
drop it. He chewed his lip and they stood again awkwardly in silence. The wind
began to blow again but this time Souji pulled his jacket closer to him body,
the wind seeming to slice through him like it had been earlier. Dojima looked
down at him, not saying anything but he gave a bit of a nod to the road. He had
no choice but to follow, turning back on the trail that led the quickest way to
their home.
His uncle meant well but Souji still sighed at it, wishing he had never seen
him that night. Their uncomfortable short talks usually ended with him getting
a lecture or them sitting in silence and Souji had an urge to go talk to a
friendly face or read; still he trailed behind his uncle obediently, not having
the courage to tell him he didn’t wish to go home.
Halfway there they began to pass a small park and the wind started to rustle
again making Souji stop to smell the air, his hair blowing gently against his
skin as he closed his eyes and let his mind go blank with the sensation of
autumn coming. When he opened his eyes Dojima was staring at him and he began
to flush again, walking quickly to come up beside him. His uncle said nothing
and began to walk again but this time he turned into the park.
Souji didn’t know what to do other than to follow. They walked past the slide
and swing set towards a small trail that led around a group of trees and once
they were hidden from view his uncle stopped and pulled out another cigarette,
discarding his old one. Souji frowned as he stood awkwardly beside him.
Dojima reached into his pocket and pulled out the papers, looking them over
once again before he turned to Souji, his eyes dark. “Souji…” he began to say,
pausing to fix his brows together as if he was struggling with what to ask and
Souji leaned forward curiously waiting but his uncle lost his nerve. The papers
were shoved back in his pocket and he turned away, exhaling a large amount of
smoke. “Nevermind…”
“What is it?” Souji asked rather quickly, not really wanting to go back to
uncomfortable silence between the two but Dojima shook his head.
“Not the time to ask… Forget it,” he muttered and he looked around at the
trees. Souji bit his lip and his eyes dragged down to his pocket. Whatever his
uncle had wanted to ask him now lay hidden and he was starting to get restless;
he really wished he had seen one of his friends but with his uncle being so
stubborn he decided to press him.
He made a quick movement and managed to get his hand in Dojima’s pocket before
he could react and he pulled the papers out, gripping them tight in his
fingers. He didn’t expect his uncle to be so swift in grabbing his wrist,
seeing as he was forty three now and didn’t have the best reflexes the last
time Souji remembered but he was caught and he twisted in the grip.
Dojima ripped the papers from his hand and Souji counteracted by snatching them
back with his one free hand, yanking away from Dojima hard allowing him to
stumble towards the trees. The older man was on him in a second and he clutched
the papers to his chest and his uncle bore down on him, his hands digging at
his sides.
“Souji-!” he heard him hiss from above but he kept the papers to his chest.
“Just let me see!” he said in a childish tone. He knew it was useless to plead
but he was now dying to know what his uncle wanted to keep hidden from him. His
forearm was grabbed and he was spun onto his back making his head dizzy and his
grip loosen which allowed Dojima to take his papers back. Souji didn’t let him
go that easily and he grabbed his uncle’s collar, dragging him down to get a
better reach towards whatever secret Dojima was hiding.
His uncle staggered and he fell to his knees over top of him knocking them both
down against the roots of one of the trees. Souji clung to his collar,
breathing out as he looked up at his uncle finding his cheeks flushing red as
the dark eyes met his. He was remarkably handsome. They said nothing, both
staring at each other while once in a while smoke blew out from Dojima’s lips
and Souji felt his heartbeat quicken.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and let go of his uncle’s shirt, hands
shaking as he did. Dojima didn’t move. “S-Sorry… Dojima-san… I… just wanted…”
the words died in his throat as he continued their staring contest. For some
reason it didn’t seem as if words were necessary.
Dojima pulled his cigarette from between his lips and breathed down, the smoke
curling over Souji’s face making him wince and hold his breath. He blinked
rapidly, breaking their little contest and when he met his eyes again Dojima
was closer. Much closer; Souji could feel his breath on his cheeks and it made
him shift awkwardly. He wondered what lecture he was going to get now.
“Souji…” Dojima said quietly as the papers were shoved in his pocket and Souji
bit his lip as a flood of thoughts entered his mind. One in particular which
disturbed him and he looked away quickly, staring at the roots of the tree.
“…Don’t ever pull something like that again.”
He exhaled in relief. Yes, he wouldn’t; that was reckless and stupid and
idiotic of him to do in the first place and he knew it was going to get him in
trouble. So then why did he do it? His eyes flickered back to his uncle and he
felt his heart quicken again. Yes, that was the question. Why did he do it if
he knew the consequences?
Dojima was still staring down at him but he avoided staring directly into his
eyes for long, moving between them and his lips. Those lips begging to just
open and lecture him again, to do something other than remain closed.
He acted on instinct and quickly shot up, his lips connecting with Dojima’s
with a moment, pulling away before he could comprehend what happened. It was
only then did he realize how stupid that was; he was trapped under his uncle
with nowhere to run and the fact that it was his uncle that he just kissed made
it even more stupid. He began to squirm.
“S-Sorry, Dojima-san, I… we have to…” he began to let out an uncomfortable
laugh as he gripped his arms trying to push him off. “It’s getting dark!”
His uncle made no effort to move. Souji tried again to maybe slide out from
under his chest but Dojima flattened himself to the ground more, his dark eyes
locked on his. Souji immediately began to berate himself. How could he have
been so stupid like that to just kiss him!? He gave him an embarrassed, light
smile and tried getting away again.
Dojima refused to budge. He actually hounded down on him now and grabbed his
wrist, pinning it to the grass to prevent him from struggling. Once Souji found
himself immobilized – well, except for the one hand since the one that held the
cigarette that frequently went back and forth from Dojima’s lips to the ground
didn’t grip his – he felt his uncle’s breath teasing his throat and cheeks once
more.
He let out a whimper, his lips parting and they were soon pressed against
Dojima’s, shaking as they did. He didn’t pull away though and instead moved
against him making Souji’s cheeks grow hot and a moan escape from his lips.
Dojima only moved away to throw his cigarette down the path, using his now free
hand to slid it under Souji’s body and hold him close as he kissed him again.
Souji wrapped his arms around his neck and let out a sigh as he was pressed
against the grass once again.
This was nuts.
“Dojima..!” he still begged when they parted and he felt both hands now wrap
around his waist as his uncle pressed against him, their torsos connecting. He
brought a leg up and it hooked behind his uncle’s thighs but it was as much as
he could do since his senses were being filled by the scent of cigarettes and
the tongue rolling in his mouth. Dojima let out a soft moan from above him and
Souji found his hands wrapping into his hair, pressing them together further.
He began to roll his hips, moaning into the hot mouth sucking on his bottom lip
and he felt a hand reach down and cup his ass so his pelvis could meet at
better angle. He broke them apart.
“Dojima,” he let out a breathless cry and his uncle looked up to him with
flushed cheeks, his lips shining as the streetlamps flickered on to illuminate
them on the grass. Souji didn’t care and he began kissing him once again, his
hand slipping down to rub at Dojima’s chest but Dojima pulled away leaving him
by himself on the grass.
“We… should get home,” his uncle breathed and Souji flushed but nodded in
understanding. It was for the best – after all, a man making out with a teenage
boy in a park would probably not been seen as a good thing. Especially since
Dojima was a cop and it wasn’t uncommon knowledge that he was his nephew.
Still… he struggled to get up. Dojima made no attempt to help him but when he
tripped stepping back on the path he caught him by the arm and held him steady.
Souji bit his lip and looked up at him, heart fluttering; Dojima flushed and
looked away. He steadied himself, departing from his uncle’s grasp before he
did something stupid again. He grabbed his uncle’s collar and forced him into
one last kiss, moaning as he did. His uncle didn’t protest but he could feel
his breath hitch.
He parted and gave him a look. “When you feel you can trust me, will you tell
me what those papers are?”
Dojima’s look of shock molded into a scowl and he drew away, straightening his
tie as he did. “We should get home, Souji,” he started down the path without
another word and Souji began to follow, not feeling as uncomfortable despite
what they had done.
The wind picked up once again and he closed his eyes, feeling it tickle his
skin and pink lips. Autumn would be rolling in soon; he didn’t have much more
time to get to know his friends and he knew it would be more difficult now that
he knew what he and his uncle could share.
 
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***** Bitten Departure *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Welp, this is the one that Autumn Streetlights was written to
     counteract. Warning for angst and Dubcon/Noncon. Not to mention
     language. I'll update the tags accordingly.
     This was just one of those things I wrote because I hated sap. I
     still am not that much of a fan of it - saying 'I love you' still
     makes me groan and not in the good way - but I'll admit, I could have
     been easier on them. Poor Dojima just gets wrecked by me and wrecked
     a lot. I'm really unkind to him.
Souji let out a gasp as he was pushed back on his futon, his lips being claimed
once again as his pants were tossed to the side. He tried to take control of
the situation which was further slipping into the realm of ‘going too far’ but
his uncle was must stronger – despite the fact he was flat out drunk.
“Uncle-!” Souji snapped as he was released from the kiss but he didn’t listen,
his mouth sliding down to his neck to suck the flesh it found. He felt his
tongue licking, tickling him which almost made him giggle but when Dojima
stopped to clamp on his throat and suck, Souji gripped his shoulders, flushing
as he tried to push him off. He didn’t want to explain to anyone the next day
what the mark on his neck was.
“Uncle! Stop it! Snap out of it!” he was almost pleading as he felt the
fumbling hands pull at his underwear. He recalled Nanako saying her father got
weird when he drank… but he didn’t expect him to be like this. “Dojima! Stop!”
He seemed to listen and he pulled away, his unfocused eyes staring down in
confusion as saliva dripped from his tongue. Souji flushed as he stared at him
and how innocent he seemed like a giant untrained puppy but his thoughts
quickly eradicated when he moved down and began sucking his cock through his
briefs. He gripped his hair and tried to pull him off.
“D-Dojima!”
He didn’t listen and his actions didn’t seem to faze him. The front of his
white underwear was soon drenched in saliva as Dojima licked and sucked
blindly, moaning as he did. His fingers found the edge and he pulled down
allowing his tongue direct access to Souji’s cock making the boy shake and suck
in the groan he wanted to make. He dug his nails into the thick, coarse black
hair his uncle sported and fought between pulling him off and pushing him down
to continue. Despite how sloppy he was it felt pretty damn good.
Dojima took his entire length into his mouth and sucked for a moment before he
pulled off and lapped at whatever part of his shaft he could find. His eyes
were glazed over and he seemed to be moving on pure instinct – or Souji assumed
he was since he could hardly believe his uptight and rigid uncle would be doing
this if his veins and mind weren’t filled of alcohol.
His fingers found the tip of his cock and he rubbed at it, his fingertips
getting coated with the precome Souji couldn’t help but leak. Dojima pulled
away and once again took his entire length in his mouth, saliva dripping to
soak his pubes and Souji let out a ragged breath; shit, he didn’t expect to get
so turned on by this. He forced his uncle’s head down, not allowing him to pull
up and his eyes seemed to widen for a moment before he shook and they went back
to their hazy, drunken stupor.
He allowed Souji to fuck his mouth, swallowing everything that came with it.
Souji pushed him off with a gasp and watched Dojima open his mouth, come
leaking out onto his sheets. He felt his cheeks flush – what the hell was he
doing.
His uncle reached up and tugged at his shirt panting as he did as he mumbled
something. “What?” Souji frowned.
“…ck..”
“What?!” Souji leaned up on his forearms and Dojima let out another pant, his
eyes not even focusing anymore as if he was lost.
“…Fu…ck…” he said again, his voice deep but shaking. Souji pursed his lips.
“I don’t have any lubricant, uncle…” he tried to emphasize the last word but
Dojima didn’t react to it. Souji had a feeling he probably didn’t even know who
he was asking to fuck him anyways with how drunk he was. How reckless his
stupid uncle could be. He sneered as he wondered how many people Dojima had
pulled this on.
Adachi came into his mind immediately and he frowned at the thought.
“…Fuc…k…” Dojima begged again and Souji sighed; he probably wasn’t going to
leave without one so he might as well do it. He looked around his room, trying
to think of what he could use but all he had was a few personal effects he took
in the shower. That and some hand lotion he kept hidden for when he needed to
relieve his erections in the middle of the night. He sighed. That would have to
do.
His uncle was now crawling on him, tugging at his shirt more while he panted
like a dog and Souji found himself hesitating as he grabbed the bottle he hid
behind the dresser. His uncle was drunk as shit and even though he was begging
for it he didn’t feel all that comfortable doing something like that to someone
who didn’t even know which way was up.
Then again, Dojima was now humping his leg like a dog and sucking on his chest
and he probably wasn’t going to stop until he got a good fucking or he passed
out; and he didn’t seem very close to shutting his eyes. Souji sighed and tried
kicking him off long enough to coat his cock in lotion but it was hard when
Dojima was much stronger than him. He thought alcohol acted as a suppressant,
not an enabler.
One he was ready he reached down and unbuckled Dojima’s belt, dragging his
pants down to his calves and staring at his uncle’s own dripping cock. It
intimidated him.
“F-Fu..ck…. me…” Dojima groaned over top of him and Souji focused as he reached
between his legs, shoving his fingers into his body to feel him clench for a
second. It was sort of sad how easy his uncle was and something in his heart
twisted but he pushed it aside. He didn’t even want to do this; this was just
to get the drunken lout to stop acting like a bitch in heat.
He kicked his legs apart and grabbed his uncle’s hips roughly, forcing him to
stumble forward into position. Dojima did as he was told, his chest pressing
against Souji’s face and Souji tried to align their hips blindly. He wanted to
do this in one shot.
Once he got the tip of his cock pressing against a willing hole he gripped his
uncle’s ass, pulling the cheeks apart slightly as he took in a breath. He
counted to three, feeling him shift in confusion and he snapped his hips up,
plunging into him in one shot. Dojima let out a bark – or it sure sounded like
one – and Souji hissed as his cock was squeezed painfully from all directions.
He let out a slew of curses.
“Dojima! Fucking hell-! You are tight!” he coughed and his uncle moaned from
above him but after a minute he stopped clenching and his body sunk down so his
chin was on Souji’s shoulder, his arms lazily wrapped around his back. It was
then he let out a sigh of pleasure that made the boy stop and his cheeks flush.
“S… Souji…” he whispered in an almost loving tone and the boy dug his nails
into the flesh in his hands. No, Dojima was drunk as a sailor and had no idea
where he was; his mind was substituting what he wanted to hear to make this
more bearable. Or so he told himself.
He began thrusting up gently at first, trying to get a rhythm but he realized
it was useless as Dojima’s thrusts back were too pathetic to get a pace. He
decided instead to focus on his own pleasure and he wrapped his arms around
Dojima’s back tight and started thrusting up as hard as he wanted.
His uncle let him with minimal complaint. He buried his head into Souji’s neck
and Souji could smell the smoke and slight hint of shampoo waft from his hair.
It made him bite his lip. He focused on his actions, bucking up into the
willing ass on his lap and he reached down to stroke his uncle out of
curiosity. What he found instead was his uncle’s cock was soft and it angered
Souji to feel it as if he wasn’t even turned on by his actions.
He roughly grabbed his uncle and slammed him down on his back on the futon
making him yelp in pain, his eyes snapping open showing some signs of life
before they sunk back to their haze. Souji tried to control his anger but it
wouldn’t stop boiling in his chest.
“You… fucking slut!” he yelled as he began to thrust into his uncle without
stopping making Dojima shake and his cheeks start to turn a few shades of red.
“This is why you drink, isn’t it!? Just to get the courage to spread your
legs!? You are pathetic! You are nothing but a whore!”
He didn’t know why he was yelling or why he was so angry but seeing Dojima
below him clench his jaw and bring a hand up to cover his mouth as if he was
embarrassed made him feel a bit better. He decided to go on; fuck his uncle and
his pleasure, he didn’t deserve to get off anyways.
“Tell me, Ryotaro! Tell me what a slut you are!” he yelled at him and his uncle
said nothing but his brows fixed together as if he understood. Souji grabbed
his hair and yanked, forcing him to gasp. “What!? Won’t admit it? Won’t face
what you are? You drunken piece of shit!”
He purposely dug his short nails into his uncle’s thighs and dragged them down
to leave marks, his mouth finding his way to his neck to bite down hard enough
to draw blood. Dojima began to squirm underneath him, making a high pitched
keening noise but he ignored it as he fucked him as hard as he could, punishing
him with bite marks and finishing with spilling his come onto his uncle’s red
face.
He panted as he stood over him, looked down at his flushed frame and the bites
on his neck and shoulder and he felt something in him stir. No, he didn’t feel
guilty about this. His stupid drunken uncle brought this on himself. He started
it and what he got in the end was what he deserved.
Souji pushed him off his futon and grabbed the covers, pulling it over his body
– he didn’t want to see him, he wanted to sleep. He heard his uncle shift but
didn’t bother to see if he left; if he was smart he wouldn’t be there in the
morning.
Thankfully when Souji did wake up his room was empty and other than a few
stains on his comforter there were no signs that anything had even happened
last night. It was only went he went downstairs and saw his uncle sitting on
the patio deck rubbing the wounds on his neck as he smoked did he truly believe
that it had happened. He stood awkwardly watching him, contemplating going over
but Dojima stood up and doused his cigarette before he did, shutting the patio
door behind him and not looking up as he walked into the kitchen.
Souji said nothing and grabbed a drink out of the fridge, taking one moment to
look at him before he made for the stairs. He should get ready for school.
When he came back down Dojima was gone and he sighed in relief, not expecting
the air to be that uncomfortable since the man had been stinking drunk. He went
back into the fridge to grab some lunch and frowned when he noticed something
different. Something was missing but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
When he stepped outside with his books in his hand he looked to the curb where
the garbage had been tossed; there was a box of beer beside the black bags.
Souji pursed his lips and began to walk to school.
 
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***** Bound *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Oh man, THIS one. I forgot I ever wrote this. This was done entirely
     in one sitting after I had finished work and I remember being so
     tired when I finished I fell asleep on my laptop. Warning for Dubcon/
     Noncon, Breathplay, Footplay, and kidnapping scenarios.
     I'll still leave it up to the reader on who set this up. I mean, I
     had someone in mind but it's fun to sometimes let people guess. And,
     once again, I prove I cannot write nice things for Dojima.
It was eleven in the morning when he had gotten a text. There was no name and
no number attached to it just a message of a location from someone signed M.I.
He at first passed it off as a wrong number but when he got the message again
he began to suspect someone was toying with him. He tried to phone but the
number was marked as private and the call wouldn’t commit. He got the text
again and he decided finally to pursue as it seemed this would not go away.
He didn’t really want to involve his friends in this, in case it was nothing,
so he made up an excuse of work needing him and slipped out of the school,
moving quickly in case Kashiwagi found out. Once he was beyond the Samegawa
Floodbank he tried to text the number, asking who it was but nothing came back.
All he had was an address and a feeling he was being led into something he
didn’t really want to get involved with.
That feeling only intensified when the address led into the woods.
Souji let out a sigh as he stared at his address, comparing it with the GPS
application that told him the spot he stood – on a road that was starting to
disappear due to it not being used in what looked like fifty years – was indeed
the location he was to be. He snapped his phone shut and rubbed at the bridge
of his nose.
This seemed like a prank Kou-kun would play. “Alright, are you going to grab me
and throw me into a mud puddle?” he called out to the woods, expecting to hear
Daisuke or Kou laughing from the bushes around him. He braced himself. “Is it
water balloons? Come on guys… this is getting old.”
There was only silence that met him back and he frowned, taking off his
backpack to place it against a nearby tree. Slowly he walked towards one large
shrub that looked like it could hide two people, trying to be quiet as can be
before he lunged and spread the branches, expecting to be hit with water or
something but there was no one there. He pursed his lips and moved away,
walking up the grassy path, turning every so often in case Kou or Daisuke did
jump out but nothing came at him and he was starting to get annoyed.
He checked behind trees, found a few stones to throw at bushes that looked like
it would be housing some pranksters but he only heard the sound of silence
around him, a bird in the distance the only thing that would break it.
Souji stopped to think, looking down the road he had walked a fair way up.
Maybe the prank was getting him to skip so when he came back Kashiwagi would
grab him and demand he stay for ‘detention’, the worst torture that could be
placed on a student. She had an uncanny ability to make everyone she locked her
eyes on skin crawl and Souji shuddered at the thought; he amused himself with
how she may fare well in the television world due to this as no shadow would
want to touch her but he pushed the rude thought away.
With the address being a bust he started to walk down the hill when his phone
vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to check the new text he got.
‘Walk up further’ was all it said and Souji felt his stomach churn. He was
being watched. He wondered what would happen if he refused to obey, to walk
back down but a voice in the back of his head told him not to push whoever was
having their fun with him and he found himself slowly continuing up the old
road, his eyes now scanning every inch of the forest he could see.
The road levelled out after a few dozen meters and he was walking around a
bend, a break in the trees allowing him to see part of the town below. Despite
not going very far he felt very isolated from the people below and he wondered
why the road was here, if it lead to some farmland or temple when his answer
came in the form of a small shack at the end of the road. Souji stared at it,
how dilapidated and awkward it looked with shingles falling off and moss
growing on the sides and he wrinkled his nose; he had expected something more
exciting than what looked like a dirty hermit hideaway.
Suddenly his heart went in his throat and he felt himself hesitate. Something
about the situation didn’t sit right with him and he took a few steps back, not
knowing if he should run. Anyone – or anything – could come out at him and he
really wasn’t prepared to fight.
He found himself waiting, expecting the door to be blown open at any point but
nothing moved, the silence around him was only broken by the birds chirping to
each other and he found his anxiety waning, being replaced with embarrassment
instead. Maybe this wasn’t even the goal the text message was about. He looked
up the bank trying to see if there was a path that led up when he pondered if
the shack was holding an entrance into the hill – maybe it was a mock demon
gate and Kou and Daisuke were hiding inside, waiting to ambush him.
He sighed and found himself smirking. Really, he should have more courage as a
man. He walked forward, readying his reflexes as he came up to the door and he
stood to the side, fingers gripping the handle. One snap of his wrist and the
door was jerked open and he waited for something to come flying out, whether it
be water balloons or mud or tennis balls but nothing came. He did hear a
whimper that was silenced when the door came back and closed and Souji felt his
stomach churn again. Kou and Daisuke definitely didn’t set this up.
His curiosity got the better of him and he slowly moved, his fingers shaking as
they gripped the handle. He pulled, looking in as he did and the stream of
light shone against rotten floorboards and tattered shelves on the wall, small
particles of dust illuminating in the air. As he pushed the door open more, the
light began to reveal something at the back of the room; a chair leg with a
high heeled shoe hanging on it – No. Not hanging, tied to it.
There was a person tied up in there and Souji threw the door open completely
causing dust to churn up from the floor. He stood in the doorway, his breath
leaving him as his heart began to pound at the back of his throat and he stared
at the man tied up on the chair. His legs were bound against the armrests with
thick, frayed rope and his hands were obviously tied behind him as Souji
couldn’t see them. He was naked, save for the high heels and a blindfold and
his mouth was gagged with what looked like a broken stick tied back with thin
black string.
Souji took a step back, the light hitting the man more and he found himself
shaking; Dojima. It was his uncle.
He looked behind him, expecting to see someone there but there was no one and
his panic began to set in as he looked around. Someone set this up… He was
about to start shouting when he heard a pained whimper come from inside the
shack and he focused back on his uncle. He needed to get him out of there.
“D-Do… Dojima-san,” he sputtered as he ran in and yanked at the gag, trying to
break the string which was stronger than it looked. His uncle violently jerked
at his touch. “Dojima-san, Dojima, it’s me. It’s Souji. I’m trying to get you
out, alright?”
He stopped tensing and relaxed a bit, a heavy breath coming out from his nose
and Souji pulled at the black strings, his fingers turning red as he tried to
break them apart. He wished he had a knife or something sharp to at least make
one of the strings give way when his pocket began to vibrate. He tried to
ignore it but it wouldn’t stop. He stepped back, digging in his pocket to rip
out his cell phone and he flipped it open to see two text messages.
‘Don’t do anything stupid’ the first one read. ‘Untie him and you’re both
dead.’
Souji stopped, his heart still pounding in his head throwing off his thoughts.
He looked desperately around the shack, at the cracks in the wall to the open
door and he rushed forward, grabbing the half-rotted handle to slam the door
closed, hopefully cutting off whatever sick perverts view was of what he was
trying to do. Light still managed to barely sneak in through holes in the
ceiling and old walls allowing Souji to see well enough to continue to try and
get his uncle’s gag off but his phone vibrating stopped him once again.
‘I still can see you. Untie him and I’ll kill you both.’
He grit his teeth and began turning, looking to every crevasse he could see.
“What do you want from me? Why are you doing this!?” he started to shout
causing Dojima to shift in his seat, obviously wanting to know what was going
on.
Another text message revealed the answer. ‘I want you to fuck your uncle
senseless.’
He stared at it. This had to be a joke. He found himself laughing, not that he
found it funny but he had to release his emotions in some way and laughing
seemed to do it. This was insane; this was nuts. Whoever was doing this was
fucked in the head if he thought he was going to do such a thing.
He stuffed his phone in his pocket and went back to dealing with the gag,
managing to loosen the strings around the stick so he could pull that out of
Dojima’s mouth instead of directly trying to break them. Once the piece of wood
was out his uncle let out a sputtering gasp and spat out, hissing as he did.
Souji slumped his shoulders in relief and cupped his uncle’s face, staring at
him as he breathed. He moved to push the blindfold up and reveal his uncle’s
dark and frantic eyes.
“Souji…”
“Dojima-san… Dojima-san, what happened?!” he immediately pressed. “Who did this
to you?”
“Get me out of this chair,” he growled as he tried ripping his legs from the
armrest. “And I don’t know… One minute I was going towards the office and the
next minute I’m tied up naked in this shithole.” Souji frowned and started
pulling at the thick braided ropes as he listened. “Fuck… this pisses me off!
How did you find me? Who were you yelling at a minute ago!?”
Souji opened his mouth to speak when a portion of the shack exploded and he
screamed, covering his neck as he hit the floor. Dojima let out a yell before
he started coughing; a heavy cloud of dust rolling in from where there was now
a hole in the left side wall with splinters everywhere on the floor. Souji
looked over his shoulder, shaking, expecting again to see someone but there was
no one there. He got up, stumbling as he did and he ran to look outside; it
probably wasn’t the smartest thing but his instincts had taken over instead of
his brain.
“Souji, get back over here!” Dojima spat, his voice wavering with a bit of
panic and he obeyed, staggering away from the impact zone. His phone
immediately began to vibrate and he grabbed it with shaking hands.
‘I warned you. Untie him and you both die.’
Souji bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair, feeling the dust and bits of
wood fall out of it as he did. A new message popped up.
‘Fuck him.’
“I-I can’t…” he called to no one, quickly looking back at his bewildered uncle
before facing the open hole again. “Please. I can’t. Don’t make me.”
‘You have no choice.’
“Souji, what the hell is going on!?” Dojima demanded as he struggled again,
trying to break his legs free. “Get me out of this! I’ll handle this!”
He shook his head, still unable to look at him. “D… Dojima… Dojima, I can’t.”
“You can’t what!?” he spat, the sound of the chair scraping across bare
floorboards echoing briefly in the abode. “Souji, I’m not fucking around! Untie
me.”
He looked back at his phone and to the hole outside. He wondered how fast it
would take him to untie his uncle before whoever was torturing them caught on
and took aim again. He turned back to his uncle, staring at him as he was now
more illuminated and their eyes met. Dojima clenched his jaw and gave him a
hard look, pleading him to do as he said and he swallowed down his fear. He
gripped his hands when the phone vibrated.
“Don’t look at it,” his uncle demanded, obviously catching on to how this was
going down but Souji knew if he didn’t it could mean both their lives. He
looked down for just a second; hitting the message to open and he felt time
stop. The blood rushed away from his body as he stared at the symbols on the
screen. “Souji! Souji… Souji, untie me. Don’t look at that!”
‘Fuck him or Nanako will die.’
Souji opened his mouth but he found himself closing it, unable to even process
a thought. This sick bastard knew about Nanako. If he didn’t… No. No, this was
serious. He wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt her, no matter what.
“Souji,” Dojima was still trying to plead with him and he found himself staring
at him, his cheeks turning hot as he dragged his eyes down to his body. He just
had to fuck him, his uncle, once and it would be over and Nanako would be safe.
“Souji… Souji, tell me what is going on. Talk to me! Souji!”
He had never even contemplated having sex with him, let alone a man in general
but now was as good as any to learn; it meant Nanako’s life and he gently
closed his phone and placed it in his pocket. He came forward and stood in
front of his uncle who stared at him, his breath coming out ragged.
“Souji, untie me,” he demanded, pleaded almost as his voice was now hoarse and
Souji looked down at him, focusing on where he would begin. He supposed he was
to fuck his ass – it made sense, it was the only hole he could penetrate other
than his mouth and he wondered exactly how to do it. Was there anything
involved or did he just immediately go in?
He reached down, flexing his fingers and he pressed a tip against Dojima which
made him stiffen and his breath catch in his lungs. “…Souji… Souji, for fuck’s
sakes, don’t.”
He pursed his lips, trying to stay focused. “Dojima… they threatened Nanako.”
He pushed his tip against his hole, forcing it in which made his uncle let out
a shaky breath and clench hard. Souji winced and pulled his fingers away,
looking at them for a second as if he expected them to have been chopped off.
“Souji… untie me. I’ll deal with this. Please,” Dojima begged one more time and
Souji felt his cheeks grow hot and he stared at the floor. He couldn’t undo the
binds in time, he knew it and the sick bastard toying with them knew it too. He
moved, giving Dojima one look of sorrow, hoping he understood before he pulled
the blindfold back down over his eyes.
Dojima began to thrash and hiss. “Souji! Souji, don’t! For fucking fuck’s sake!
Just free me-!” he barked but Souji shoved the stick back in his mouth, tying
it before he could spit it out silencing him once again. His uncle fought,
trying to kick out, break the binds but all he accomplished to do was have one
of his shoes come off which Souji paid no attention to. He closed his eyes,
whispering a prayer of forgiveness to the gods and he focused back on his
uncle’s body.
His pocket vibrated and he slowly withdrew it to see the message. ‘Lubricant is
in the corner. Play with him first or else.’
Souji sighed and snapped the phone shut, looking to the four corners before the
one in the left hand corner caught his eye. Sure enough there was a small
bottle placed there and he picked it up with a sigh, flipping it over to see if
there were any instructions; there weren’t but he knew he could figure it out.
He walked back to Dojima who was breathing out hard through his nose, his arms
straining from behind him and Souji snapped the top off the bottle, aiming the
tip at his chest. He squirted, watching as clear liquid hit his chest dead on
and Dojima jerked in response, arching his back as if he could get away. Souji
poured the thick liquid in a line down his stomach and over his soft cock and
balls, stopping only to preserve some for what it was meant for; he pressed the
tip against his uncle’s asshole and squeezed, sending some of the lubricant
into him making him jerk and let out a muffled whine against the chair.
He pulled it out, looking to how much was left and he set it aside to coat his
cock later; he didn’t like the feeling of how his dry skin had felt in his
uncle and using logic, the lubricant should make it at least pleasant. If he
was going to do this he might as well try to make it bearable. He watched a bit
of it leak from Dojima’s hole and he reached down to press it back into him,
rubbing as he did. Dojima didn’t make a sound but his teeth bit into the stick
which made Souji feel a bit guilty.
He didn’t know how he would face his uncle after this but Nanako’s safety was
all that mattered and he was sure one day Dojima would understand why he did
it. He leaned forward, staring at his uncle’s flustered cheeks and flaring
nostrils and he gently placed a kiss against his cheek. Dojima jerked his head
away, hissing as he did and Souji frowned as he reached up to pet his dusty
hair, trying to calm him down, to get him to comply. It seemed to do the
opposite and his uncle’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his anger nearly
vibrating off of his body.
Souji decided to stop trying to get him to relax – he probably wouldn’t do it
anyways – and instead do as the message instructed. He used one hand to smear
the thick liquid over his uncle’s chest, taking time to make sure he coated his
nipples in the process before he drew away.
It was then that he wondered if men reacted like women. He had watched porn,
what boy his age didn’t, and he knew the breasts were often a focal point of a
video and he had always wanted to suck on a pair. But did it make a difference
with a man? Sad that his first time would be with his uncle but he really had
no choice at this point and told himself he should enjoy it, it may go quicker
that way.
He leaned up and placed his tongue just under his uncle’s right nipple, tasting
the lubricant for a second until he moved up and he lapped at the protruding
nub causing his uncle to whine and shake against his binds. Souji licked it,
curious, feeling how hard it was against his tongue for a minute before he
wrapped his lips around it and sucked. Dojima let out a strangled cry and his
back arched making Souji raise a brow. Maybe men and women were the same in
this department. He wrapped his arms around his uncle’s waist, not able to do
so without him arching and he sucked on his tit, loving how it made him react
in a way he was sure he would never see from him again. He pulled away, only to
assault his neglected one and he felt his uncle’s hips roll up, rubbing against
his stomach.
He withdrew completely to stare at him, shocked such a little action made
Dojima, well, react in such a way and his eyes went down to his cock which
seemed to be struggling to get hard – or not to get hard, whichever it was. He
touched his lips, rubbing at them as he wondered if he should suck him off when
his phone vibrated. He absently pulled it from his pocket.
‘Tease him more.’
He pursed his lips and put it away. Tease him… he wasn’t sure what to do but
looking at his dick, he had an idea. He got down on his knees, his hands
lightly touching Dojima’s thighs and he could feel his muscles flex under his
fingers as he did so as if he was bracing himself. Souji didn’t touch him
directly though like he obviously expected, he only mimicked something he had
seen in some pornography on the internet and he used his breath against him;
blowing hot air against his cock before he switched to cold and he had Dojima
whimpering through his gag in less than a minute, his cock nearly fully erect.
He reached up and pulled his foreskin back, exposing the flushed red head of
his dick and he let his lips gently caress the underside, not pushing further
than that.
He instead focused on his shoeless foot, moving to rub his fingertips against
his toes as he watched Dojima’s head fall back and his hips jerk up in a futile
effort. Saliva was starting to drip from the corners of his mouth and Souji
could see beads of sweat forming on his collarbone. He smiled, hoping the sick
fuck out there was enjoying it as well – their lives meant it – and he took a
few toes into his mouth, sucking on them before he pulled back and spread a
few, his tongue lapping between them.
He really didn’t expect much of a reaction from doing such a thing but Dojima
let out a muffled cry and started to thrash again, his cock leaking precome
from his little motions; seemed his uncle had a few spots that drove him crazy.
He furiously licked at the spaces between his toes and kissed the arch of his
foot until Dojima was making sounds like he was begging Souji to stop – or
continue. He tested a few more places, kissing his stomach and the side of his
calf but none made him react like had been doing until Souji started
experimenting behind his ear.
Dojima nearly wailed when he did and Souji found himself pressing him, his
fingers joining his tongue to rub and tease the back of his ear. The chair
scraped against the floor as he thrashed and there was a loud, strangled moan
that came from behind the gag making Souji step back to see what was wrong,
watching as Dojima’s cock released sticky white come over his stomach and
chest.
Dojima slumped against the chair, his head falling over the back of it and
Souji pursed his lips, his fingers withdrawing from the sides of his head. His
pants felt tight and he looked down to see his own erection straining within
their confines, having reacted to what he had caused.
His phone vibrated and he plucked it from his pocket with embarrassment, trying
to hide his hard on as he did. ‘Fuck him.’
He snapped it shut. Gladly. He wanted this over with now, seeing as how he was
unsure of his own emotions, how he could get hard at teasing his uncle. He told
himself it was natural for him to react to scenes like that, Dojima sounded
more like a girl whining than a boy but it didn’t steady the odd feelings in
his gut and he pulled down his pants, quickly using the rest of the lubricant
to slick his cock.
He grabbed Dojima’s knees, staring down at his body for a second as he took the
sight of him in as he was still struggling to catch his breath, his cock soft
once again and leaking leftover fluid to the floor below. He swallowed the lump
in his throat and quickly reached down to press a finger into his ass, feeling
him try and clench but it wasn’t as hard as before. He paused, trying to calm
himself as his head was filling with emotions and he slowly began thrusting his
finger in and out, watching it disappear as he did.
One finger didn’t seem like a problem so he added another which caused Dojima
to let out a breath through his nose, his head lolling on his shoulders. It
successfully went in and he was able to move his index and middle finger in and
out, as if he was fucking him, but he had to stop so he could add in a third.
The third one produced the clenching again and Dojima’s head moving up, his
shoulders stiffening and his muscles flexing on the armrest. “Dojima-san, calm
down. I have to do this…” he tried to tell him but he could feel Dojima’s
resistance and anger from behind the blindfold which made him even more
nervous.
He pulled his fingers away, moving in so the head of his cock could press
against his entrance, trying to ignore the adrenaline wanting to rush through
his body. He closed his eyes, picturing Nanako, telling himself this was to
save her when he heard the phone vibrate against the floorboards. He bit his
lip; he couldn’t answer it, not now and he suspected he knew what it was saying
anyways; with a quick snap of his hips he plunged into his uncle, crying out as
he felt him clench hard around him, Dojima letting out a repressed wail of his
own.
He dug his nails into his uncle’s knees and he could feel him struggle
underneath his body, trying to get away from him, to get free but he couldn’t.
Souji hung his head down, scratching his fingers against his legs and he willed
himself to calm down; Dojima was tight as anything, more than he expected but
he’d eventually relax. He had too.
It felt like an eternity waiting for him to finally do so but once he did Souji
found the feeling… oddly pleasant. It was weird being in someone else – his
uncle especially – but his hot insides closed around his cock felt a lot better
than his hand and he let out a sigh. If he really focused he knew he could come
right there but that wasn’t the deal and he knew it.
He eventually had to start to move and he opened his eyes as he did, looking
down at his uncle beneath him. Sweat was now on his forehead and neck and he
seemed to be struggling to control himself, teeth biting the stick once more in
anger and restraint. Souji slowly pulled out, holding still for a moment as he
did and he started pushing back in, feeling his body tremble around him. He had
made his first thrust.
He repeated the action, staring at his uncle’s lips as he did and he watched
them slightly shake with each time he full embedded himself in him, his teeth
however still gripping the stick. Souji licked his own and sped up his bucking
a bit, moving into a rhythm he found to be enjoyable before he moved to undo
the string around his uncle’s gag.
Dojima let out a breathless pant when it came off again and he clenched his
jaw, baring his teeth at him. “You little-!”
Souji didn’t allow him to finish, he shoved his mouth against his to silence
him from speaking what he needed to hear. About how he was no better than the
enemy, what a bastard he was to fuck him, he was his uncle and so forth. Every
word Dojima probably wanted to say was true but he didn’t want to hear it. This
was his first time having sex with someone else and he didn’t want to ruin it –
despite how it was forced and pretty sick. He moved his lips against his
uncle’s, praying he would give in.
Dojima kept his jaw firmly clenched but Souji’s fingers tugging his nipples got
him to gasp loudly and allowed him access in. He fought against him, obviously
still pissed but Souji knew it would be easy to wear him down; all he needed to
do was play him right. He did just that as he thrust one of his fingers rolling
Dojima’s swollen nipples against his index and thumb and a good series of tugs
got him arching and whimpering against his lips.
Souji’s tongue moved in and Dojima’s met him back, his cock now pressing
against his stomach as he started to try and meet his thrusts. It was more than
the teenager could take and he gripped his uncle’s waist tight as he fucked
him, his tongue rolling against the thick one that trying to half-heartedly
fight him off.
Despite being a man, Souji couldn’t help but get turned on to the point of
losing control, Dojima’s hot body against his feeling right in so many ways.
His insides clenched against him which made him buck back without any thought
and Souji pulled away to finally rip the blindfold off, his breath ragged as
Dojima’s eyes opened and locked with his.
He looked as desperate as he felt and Souji kissed him again, one hand coming
up to grip his head. Dojima didn’t resist and Souji moaned against him as he
spread his legs, fucking him hard. The chair scraped against the floor and his
uncle groaned into his mouth.
“Dojima-!” Souji broke their kiss to cry his name. “Dojima-san!”
He didn’t reply but he let out a heated breath and his hips rolled in tune with
his, his legs straining against the chair.
Souji gripped his head and kissed him again, his mind falling blank as a
familiar feeling stirred in his gut. He was coming, he knew it and he bit the
bottom of Dojima’s lip and pulled, making him groan. He shifted, raising
himself up higher to try and get a better angle and he found hooking his left
leg over Dojima’s thigh and bracing himself on the floor with his right helping
his pleasure significantly; mostly because it made his uncle wail his name and
clench and also for the fact he loomed over him a bit so he could kiss his
uncle until he was dizzy.
Which is just what happened as he fucked him into the chair; Souji gripped him
and thrust in, instinct taking over as he did and he gave long, powerful
strokes that made Dojima’s toes curl and his chest rise and fall rapidly. “S-
Souji-! Don’t-!”
“Dojima-san!” he moaned, forcing him into another kiss as he felt him clenching
around him, his own cock leaking badly inside him as he was starting to feel
his orgasm tease him. He closed his eyes and pulled off Dojima’s lips, his head
hitting his shoulder as he fucked into the heat around him, losing himself
briefly. His uncle felt so good, so hot, his skin smelled of sex, sweat, dirt
and cologne and it was intoxicating to all his senses.
He buried his head against his neck, feeling him tense and his mind went blank;
Dojima. Ryotaro. He wanted him, he wanted him forever, to feel him around him
and Souji moaned loudly as the wave of euphoria hit him making him finally
spill his seed, jerking into the shaking body beneath him as he did. He loved
him, this was his proof and images of Dojima under him every day in such a
deprived way filled his head, his mouth open to cry out his name as he
continued to empty himself, the sensations overwhelming his brain.
“Dojima, Dojima, Dojima, Dojima-! Dojima! Dojima!” he cried as if he could
understand but his uncle said nothing, only letting out strangled pants and
cries.
He slumped against him, spent. It was done.
He had done as asked.
He remained in his place for a while, his arms wrapped around Dojima clinging
to him like a cat on a pole as slowly his mind started piecing itself together
again and the warmth slipped away leaving him only with regret and shame. He
listened to his uncle’s soft breathing, feeling his chest rise and fall and he
stared at the floor below. What had he done… Why them?
He didn’t look at his uncle as he got off him, staring at the floorboards
instead and he grabbed his pants, turning around to put them on as he heard
Dojima still softly breathing behind him. He pulled his phone out and checked
the message he neglected to. ‘Fuck him hard’ was all it said and Souji closed
it quietly, his cheeks blazing.
“Souji…” Dojima’s raspy voice broke the silence. “Untie me.”
He hesitated, not wanting to look at him for one but also unsure if it was
alright to, in case another hole was out through the wall but Dojima’s voice
came out firm. “Souji. Please. Untie me.”
He nodded; he had to and he stared at the floor until the ropes came into view.
The knots were difficult to get out but once one unravelled, it was easy to get
the rest. Dojima let out a groan when his left leg was finally free from the
armrest, his bare feet touching the wood below awkwardly as if he had forgotten
how to stand. Once Souji got his right leg free, he kicked the heel off and
both feet came together, feeling the floor in relief.
He still couldn’t look at him as he moved to the back of the chair, releasing
his red wrists from the twine bindings and Dojima leant forward with a sigh,
bones cracking in his spine as he did.
He slowly stood up, knees shaking as he did but he managed to stand up and take
a step before he let out a cry of pain. Souji stared at his uncle’s back, worry
coming over him until he saw thick liquid drip from between his legs. It hit
the floorboards, causing round wet spots and he looked away in shame.
He didn’t even know what to say.
“Souji…” Dojima said quietly and he looked to him, his lips pursed as he did.
He didn’t turn around. “Give me your jacket.”
He gawked stupidly for a second before he obeyed and pulled it off his
shoulders, walking forward to give it to him. His uncle didn’t look at him, his
eyes on the floor as well. Once he put it on Dojima let out a sigh and went to
the door, pulling it open to step outside, his eyes scanning the area. He
paused, reaching down to rub his thighs before he began to walk.
Souji followed after. “Dojima-san… I…”
“Don’t mention it, kid. Ever,” he cut in. “This… never happened.”
Souji knew he should leave it alone but his heart ached at the words. It was
traumatic for the both of them but the feelings he had at the end… he didn’t
understand. “But, Dojima-san, the person who did this…”
“Please Souji,” he finally turned, giving him a pained look which made his
heart sink. It looked like he had aged five years in the time it had taken.
“Don’t…”
He closed his mouth.
He stood, staring at him for a minute as the feelings began overtaking him.
This wasn’t his fault, Nanako was being threatened. How could he get treated
this way for wanting to save her? It wasn’t like he wanted to do such a thing
with him. He had resisted just as much as Dojima did. This wasn’t fair.
“Souji,” Dojima called at him from further down the path and he looked up at
him with pursed lips, his own jaw clenching. He never should have answered the
text; maybe this wouldn’t have happened if he didn’t. A part of his brain
reminded him if he didn’t, his uncle would be still tied up but he pushed it
away, only feeling angry now. He focused his frustrations on Dojima, giving him
a dirty look as if it was all his fault – and it was, if he wasn’t stupid
enough to get kidnapped – and he started to follow him. Fine, they wouldn’t
speak of this again. This never happened, just like the bastard said.
His phone vibrated in his pocket and Souji stopped, pulling it out.
‘Well done.’
He snapped it shut and started walking again, noticing his uncle had paused
down the path but he ignored him.
“What did that say,” he asked quietly and Souji shot him a look, his anger
bubbling in his throat. This was all his fault. None of this would have
happened if Dojima wasn’t so fucking stupid. How could a grown man - and a
detective at that - allow himself to get kidnapped? Then not even want to
pursue whoever did it?! He opened his mouth, wanting to hurt him, to lash out
for him for being such a weak individual, an idiot, a lowly piece of garbage, a
piece of shit who forced him into this. His fury clouded his eyes for a moment.
“It said you’re a piece of fucking shit,” he spat. “And a pathetic excuse of a
detective. And a man.”
His uncle said nothing but Souji watched throat flex, showing signs of him
swallowing something down. He didn’t scold him or even say anything back, he
merely gave him a pained look as if he was right and turned to continue
walking, pulling the high school jacket over his chest more as he did.
Souji fell in line behind him, his jaw clenching as he did. Whatever their
relationship had been before was broken; he didn’t want to ever speak to his
uncle again. The thought made his heart clench but he ignored it. This was how
it was going to be.
‘Well done.’
 
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***** Cat and Mouse *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Kink Meme Request: Dojima isn't really Souji's uncle. He was just the
     highest bidder.
      
     Here we go. Unfinished, but there's a lot anyway.
Chapter 1: The Dungeon
 
It was one thirty in the morning before the doors finally opened letting the
small crowd of men and women outside have access to the basement below. Dojima
dug into his pocket and handed the attendant a ticket, keeping his eyes down as
he did. It wouldn’t do him any good to be recognized even though the glasses
and wig did plenty to mask who he was. Still, his nerves were getting to him as
he was handed the stub and he followed a couple down the stairs to where the
auction would begin.
It made him sick.
It was his second time coming to do an undercover stakeout of a slave auction –
the first had been years before. His old mentor had taken him one night on a
tip and when they identified several of the men who were running it, one a
prominent man in politics he remembered, the police had raided and it was shut
down. The arrests made headlines all over the city and Dojima had figured that
it would be over.
But the whispers had come once again of a market coming to town and before he
knew it he was being signed up as the lead detective to see if the rumors were
true. He didn’t want it, the entire thing made him nearly physically ill to see
especially when girls as young as Nanako were put on the stage, but he had no
choice. His mentor had retired to Okinawa. He was the only one who had some
experience with this.
He found a seat near the back in the dark so his grimaces and disgust wouldn’t
be seen by the vendors. People kept pouring in, finding seats scattered on the
floor until everyone was taken and they were forced to stand against the back
wall. Dojima reached into his pocket and pulled out the bidding slip he had
taken on his way down, looking at the numbers feeling his stomach churn. He
didn’t want to be there, to see these poor, abused girls get sold to perverts
and bastards who would do things to them and treat them like dirt.
He was about to crumple up the slip when a hand touched his shoulder. He looked
up to see a man trying to get by, to get to a space near the end of the wall
and he recognized him as he went. It was one of his men and he sighed in relief
internally before he looked to the stage as to not cause suspicion. At least he
wasn’t alone. He was tempted to look around, to see if any of the other
officers that were assigned under him to deal with this were there but he
resisted and instead began fiddling with his bid number.
The sound of a heavy door being shut echoed from above and all eyes went
forward as a man came up on the stage.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming,” the man started and Dojima
immediately began sketching details about him into his brain. Ringmaster
costume. Portly. Possibly bald. About 5”6. Sounded like a Hokkaido accent. “We
have a fine lineup for you today! And, as promised for those of you who
attended our last sale, there is a special ‘Silver Rabbit’ that will be brought
out and sold to the highest bidder! But that will come near the end of our
show!”
He took a step back and gestured to the curtain behind him, pausing for effect
as the sounds of footsteps came. From behind the curtain a young, thin male
with grey hair stepped out, his eyes on the floor as he walked to the front. He
was wearing nothing more than panties with a rabbit tail and a pair of bunny
ears, his white skin nearly glowing as the stage light hit him. The ringmaster
made a motion and the boy turned around and spread his legs, looking over his
shoulder at the crowd.
“Please will someone be my master?” he asked and Dojima felt his hands shake in
anger as a murmer went through the crowd, one even going as far as to whistle.
It disgusted him. He was merely a child.
“Thank you, S, now get back in line. He’ll be around later so those interested
will have to wait! For now, we’ll bring out our special line of Rabbits. Our
first is one who is perfect for those needing a maid… or maybe something more.
Come out A!” the ringmaster called and the male disappeared behind the curtain
while a young female took the stage. She also was in only a pair of panties and
bunny ears but she looked directly at the crowd as she came out and struck a
pose on stage. The murmurs got a bit louder.
“We’ll start the bidding at ten thousand yen!” Already a bid went up. Dojima’s
jaw twitched as he watched.
Selling girls – no, selling human beings for pennies like this was despicable
and it was just as bad as he remembered it being as the nearly prepubescent
girls who took the stage struck pornographic poses and begged for a master. He
kept it to himself, kept it inside as he began to look into the crowd to begin
his scan for individuals that would stand out.
Every person who won a bid was studied and secretly got a photo taken of them
thanks to the cameras his department loaned from one of the city police
branches. He saw out of the corner of his eye the officer who had passed him
keep his hand on his breast, his finger moving slightly every time a bid was
placed. To the unsuspecting eye he was just tapping his finger lightly but
Dojima knew he was taking pictures.
He couldn’t wait to haul these perverts in.
As the night slowly went on the air in the place of stuffier and more hands
moved in an aim to bid on the girls being trotted out. None of the girls had a
name, they were only referred to by an English letter and as each of them
dwindled, Dojima realized they were coming close to S; the name of that boy. He
felt his stomach twist for an odd reason – as if it wasn’t wanting to purge
itself enough.
“Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m happy to say that we’re coming down to the
final few Rabbits. I’d say it is about time we brought our Silver Rabbit out,
hmm?” There was a low chatter through the crowd when one man near the other
side of the room spoke.
“Bring the bitch out! Let’s see what he’s got!”
That elected a small chuckle from some and Dojima nearly lost it. He was
already starting to get restless, especially when the last girl who was brought
out reminded him of one of the neighbour’s children, but he held it in and
gritted his teeth, watching as the boy was once again pulled out.
The boy stared at the floor as he did before and went to the front and turned
around. The ringmaster came forward and roughly yanked the panties down,
exposing the boy’s rear to the crowd making some move forward to see.
“Our special Silver Rabbit here was trained specifically for those of you who
want… to have fun,” the ringmaster chose his words carefully but the underlying
truth was there. Dojima stared at the boy feeling his gut wrenching once again.
They abused this child so he could be a sex object for some pedophile. Another
whistle broke his thoughts.
“Spread ‘em!” A call came and the ringmaster laughed, almost gleefully, and
reached down to spread the boy’s ass apart, exposing his anus to the crowd.
“Don’t worry, folks, he’s been trained on toys only so he, you might say, is
still a virgin.” That got the crowd talking. “His mouth has been trained as
well. Turn around, S.”
The boy did as he was told and looked to the Ringmaster for permission before
he got on his knees, his mouth opening wide and tongue coming out a bit as he
gave those staring the best sex face he could put on. A hand came up in the
crowd holding a bid paper.
“I’ll give you fifty thousand for him,” a man said and Dojima gawked.
Immediately other hands began coming up.
“I’ll take him for sixty thousand.”
“I bid eight for him.”
The ringmaster stood and kicked at the boy so he would stand and he waved his
hand at the crowd. “Now gentlemen, the bidding on the Silver Rabbit starts at
one hundred thousand yen-”
“Two hundred thousand,” a hand came up and Dojima looked to the boy in fear. He
would no doubt be sold tonight and violated probably not long after and that
sickened him to think of despite knowing the other girls that were sold would
face the same fate. But this was different to him. This boy didn’t strike a
pose, didn’t willingly as for a master, and didn’t want to be there. As the
bids flew up he seemed to get even more scared and Dojima’s hands began to
shake as the thought entered his head.
He needed to save that boy.
He stood up and held up his bid, clearing his throat so his voice would be
heard. “I bid two million yen.”
The crowd around him seemed to stop. The ringmaster’s brow rose in interest, an
unsettling smile crossing his lips before he turned to the rest of the people.
“Well now, does anyone want to top that bid?” he asked almost excited and no
one made a move save for the boy. He looked to Dojima with sad eyes, biting his
lip as he did. Dojima gave him a hard look, trying not to give away his
intentions when the Ringmaster clapped his hands. “Well, S, looks like you have
an owner! Thank you, sir, for purchasing our rare Rabbit tonight!”
Dojima shook as he sat down, the adrenaline he felt from seeing the boy in
peril washing away from him leaving him with a sick stomach and uneasiness. He
just bought a person… No, he was a cop who just bought an under-aged boy at an
underground auction in his hometown for an amount that he was planning to use
to buy a new car. What the fuck was he thinking?
He could feel eyes on him and he looked up to see his officer staring at him in
shock. He didn’t know how to respond.
“All buyers, please make your way to the stage after the show to complete your
purchase of your Rabbit!”
--
Dojima was the last to pay. He gave them a check – under an alias he used for
operations – and was told to wait as the boy was brought forth to him, now in
street clothes but with a bag in his hands. Dojima wanted to wretch.
“Here you go, Ginko-san,” a woman told him as she pushed the boy forward. “He’s
all yours. You may rename him whatever you wish but remember that we do not
take back Rabbits once they have been purchased.”
“Y-Yeah,” was all he could respond with. She smiled at him, as if he was buying
groceries at the store, and left him alone with the boy in the now empty area.
He stared at the child who stared uncomfortably back at him and he let out a
sigh, finally finding a will to move.
“Come on kid,” he motioned and he started towards the door. He heard a
shuffling behind him and he continued forward, knowing he was following. When
he got outside he immediately pulled a cigarette out and lit it, calming his
nerves for a split second as the realization of what he had done sunk in.
He looked back at the boy who merely stared at him, not saying a word. It was
starting to unsettle him. “So, you have a name?”
The boy said nothing and Dojima sighed. What the hell was he going to do? More
importantly, how the hell was he going to explain this? He was sure his boss
would be on him the next morning over all this.
“What… do you wish to call me Master?” It came out meekly and Dojima turned to
stare, studying the boy for a second before he recalled what he was told.
“Kid… Don’t…” he tried to say. “First, don’t call me master. Second, come now,
you must have a name. What did these pigs call you?!”
The boy seemed taken aback at his tone. He stared at him, speechless and Dojima
breathed through gritted teeth, now irritated at himself for doing something as
stupid as buying a person at an illegal human auction. He raised his hand
sharply, meaning to rub at his temple but he noticed the immediate flinch the
boy made his hands tight on the bag in his arms. Dojima stared at him and that
feeling of disgust and sadness came over.
He turned to face the boy head on. “Hey, hey I’m not going to hit you,” he said
in his calmest, most soothing voice. The boy shook and awkwardly moved in one
place, not meeting his eyes and Dojima frowned. What the fuck had been done to
this kid?
“Come on,” he threw his cigarette on the ground and pressed the edge of his toe
against it to put it out. “Let’s go.” He motioned for the boy to follow him and
he obediently did something he was obviously trained to do. He walked several
blocks up the street before he found where he had parked his car to conceal it,
unlocking it quickly so he could get in and started the engine. It was starting
to get cold out and he cranked the heat up, shivering as he touched the
steering wheel, the cold rubber making it worse.
He needed to go home and sleep on this. That boy needed some sleep that was for
sure as well. He suddenly realized he wasn’t in the car and looked around to
see where the boy had gone when he saw him enter the back left side of the
vehicle, looking at the floor as he did. Dojima frowned.
“Kid, you can sit up front,” he motioned and the boy raised his eyes up to look
at him for a moment before he hesitated and opened the door. He slid into the
front seat, his legs together and body stiff as he did and Dojima found himself
staring at him, trying to figure out just what had they done to him. The boy
shifted uncomfortably, eyes still on the floor and Dojima gave up, buckling his
seat belt instead as he put the car into drive.
It was an awkward ride home.
When they finally did make it to his residence Dojima tried his best to be
quiet coming in remembering his daughter was asleep in her room and it was now
nearly three in the morning. The boy was already quiet, which helped, but he
realized he had nowhere for him to sleep save for one place and he didn’t want
Nanako to wake up the next morning and see a stranger on the couch. He sighed,
knowing what he had to do.
“Come on,” he motioned for the boy to follow him and he quietly went up the
stairs to his room, ushering him in once he caught up. As soon as he closed the
door he flicked on the lights and began to unfurl his futon, setting it up so
the boy could have a place to sleep.
He would take the couch that night – not like Nanako had never seen him
sleeping on it, especially if he had been drinking the night before.
“Here, this-” he trailed off when he turned to look to the child who was
kicking off his clothes and getting on his hands and knees. “W-What the fuck
are you doing?!”
“…Getting ready for you,” he replied in a dead tone and Dojima felt his face
flush with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. He reached down and threw the
clothes at the boy’s body, angry that he was thought to even be into that.
“Don’t be a fucking idiot! Do you know what I am?!” he started to hiss and the
boy held his clothes tight in his arms, shifting in discomfort. “I’m a goddamn
cop, do you understand!? I’m not interested in fucking you! I bought you
because…” He caught himself. He couldn’t tell him he bought him out of pity… he
didn’t know how he’d react to it but he could feel it wouldn’t be well-
received.
He instead changed his tactics. “Hey, I need you, alright? Not in a sexual way
but to help us.” He bent down and studied the boy who looked up to him with a
curious expression. “We’re trying to stop that underground auction, alright?
I’d appreciate if you’d help us in taking them down.”
“…Help?” the boy clutched his clothes a bit tighter. “You want… my help?”
“Yeah. I bought you because you…” he hated lying but it had to be done. To
ensure the kid wouldn’t drop his trousers around him anymore, especially since
he didn’t know about Nanako yet. “We needed someone who was on the inside. And
you looked like you’d been there a while and know the ins and outs. So, will
you help? In return, I’ll provide you with safety.”
What the fuck was he saying.
The boy said nothing for a moment before his head began to shake and for the
first time that night a smile began to cross his face. “I-I can help?”
“Yeah, we’d really appreciate it so no other boy or girl is put through that,”
Dojima said and he really wasn’t lying then. He didn’t want to see anyone being
treated in such a way again and there was potential for the kid to help them –
maybe even give them information to stop the ring once and for all. “First
things first. Go to bed.”
He pointed at his futon and the boy looked at it from over his shoulder. “We’ll
talk in the morning, alright? But for now, get some sleep. And no more taking
off your clothes.”
“Y-Yes…” he paused. “U-Uncle.”
Dojima stopped and looked at him. He opened his mouth, ready to correct him but
it failed in his throat. For one, he was too tired to argue and the other was,
well, that was better than calling him Master. “Goodnight kid,” he said as he
opened the door and went out into the hall to make his way back downstairs to
the couch.
As soon as his back hit the cushions he was out.
 
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Chapter 2: Suspension Bridge
 
“Dad!” he was woken up by a shrill cry in his ear followed by a body slamming
into his chest making him cough and groan, instinctively curling into a ball.
He tried to see what the hell had decided to attack him when a pink dress came
into view, small hands hitting his back.
“N-Nanako,” he grunted, trying not to get pissed at her but he could feel his
patience running thin. “Nanako, don’t hit me!”
“Dad! DAD! There’s someone in the house!” she cried and he immediately went on
high alert, sitting up from his position on the floor, his hands flexing so he
was ready for anything when the memories of last night came back to him.
That boy.
“Ah, shit,” he mumbled and he turned to look at his daughter who seemed
frazzled by the whole thing. He reached down and ruffled her head
absentmindedly as he recalled what all went down – how the hell would he tell
that to a child?
“Ah, Nanako… I brought someone home with me…” he began to explain, wincing as
he leaned forward. He remembered falling asleep on the couch but he seemed to
have fallen off during the night, as the fake wig and glasses on the floor
indicated. Like his back already didn’t hurt without him encouraging it to
continue to wreck in his sleep.
“Y-You brought someone home?” she asked, giving him a look and he flushed.
“Not like that! Nanako… Shit, how do I explain this…” he didn’t know how to
start. “Nanako, I… There’s…”
A soft thumping directed their attention to the stairs and the boy slowly
climbed down them, looking around as he did until his eyes connected with the
two sitting on the floor of the living room. He froze like a deer caught in
headlights.
“U-Uncle…?” he said softly and Nanako loosened her grip on Dojima’s shirt,
gawking at the boy for a moment until her eyes went to look at her father. He
was fuming at the title he was once more given.
“Uncle?” she slowly stood up and shyly looked at the frightened boy, her head
lowering as she did. “Are… you… my cousin?”
The boy blinked and looked to Dojima who in turn sighed and gritted his teeth.
Another lie he had to tell. “Yes, Nanako, this is your cousin.” He glared at
the boy hoping he would get the hint that first, he was the one who bought him
as the confusion on his face told and second, to go along with it and the boy
bit his lip slightly but nodded. Nanako frowned and looked to her father.
“But I thought you said Auntie Michiko couldn’t have kids!” she asked and
Dojima said nothing, trying to think up of yet another lie. He was starting to
get pissed off.
“I lied,” he said in a bland tone and he slowly got up and brushed past his
daughter to grab the boy by the arm. “Nanako, get ready for school. You-” he
paused for a moment as he saw the fright in the boy’s eyes. “You… need to…
Goddammit, just get up here.” He nearly dragged him up the stairs as he took
him away from Nanako’s concerned and confused gaze, not wanting to deal with
the false explanations any longer. The boy stumbled as he was herded into
Dojima’s study and he quickly shut the door behind him, his hands coming up to
rub against his face. He felt like he had to briefly explain. “That is my
daughter, Nanako. She is to know nothing of how I got you, do you understand?”
He opened his fingers to see if the kid was listening and he felt a twinge of
guilt creep into his chest as the boy stood still, eyes on the floor as if he
had done something wrong. He sighed and reached forward to brush some of the
unkempt strands of hair out of the kid’s eyes. “Hey, I’m not mad at you… Don’t
look so wounded all the time.”
“Sorry,” a quiet mumble came out. Dojima let out an exasperated noise and
rubbed his face again. He had no idea what the hell he had gotten himself in
to, really, and it was starting to hit him hard at that moment. Slowly he
leaned back against the door and let his hands fall to his sides as he looked
at the practically empty room, the small television near the door reflecting
the window outside where the sun was beginning to come up through the morning
clouds. He found himself grinding his teeth a bit as he realized what he was
going to offer.
“I’ll buy you a futon today,” he said quietly. “This can be your room… I hardly
use it anyways.” The boy blinked before he looked around, his eyes wide as he
took in the small space and Dojima found himself looking at him curiously.
“What’s the matter?”
“I never had a room before…” he said softly and Dojima felt his mouth twitch as
the thought of what he had been through came into his head once again. It made
him slightly ill in the pit of his stomach and he found himself reaching
forward to touch the boy’s head, his hand smoothing his hair back making him
blink but accept it. Dojima sighed as he could smell cheap perfume nearly
radiate off the boy, the humiliation he suffered in the basement still present.
He remembered why he was there; his boss was probably going to have a field day
with him that morning.
“Go take a shower, got it? I assume you know where the bathroom is otherwise
Nanako wouldn’t have seen you…” he mused to himself. “You can use some of my
clothes to get changed. We’ll go shopping later. Help yourself to the fridge
and stay in the house, understand?”
“Yes, uncle,” the boy replied and he scowled at the name.
“Stop that. Call my Dojima and for the love of all that’s holy, never mention
that we’re not related, got it? If anyone asks, you are my sister’s child, I am
your uncle – don’t call me that though – and you came to live with me since… I
don’t know. You hated the city. Got it?” It was a lot to bark at the kid but he
nodded, absorbing every word and seeming to accept the false backstory with
ease. Dojima sighed once again, wanting to say more but he reminded himself he
did have work which he was probably late for now. He opened the door and
stepped into the hall.
“And kid,” he pointed at him. “Your name.”
He said nothing for a while before his lips began to shake. “S-Souji.”
“Alright, Souji, that’s all. Don’t answer the door for anyone either.” With
that he walked away from his now former study, scowling at himself at what he
was doing. He wanted to save the boy but now this felt like he was going too
far – lying to his daughter, giving him a room. The more he thought about it
the more he wondered what the hell was his grand plan after he had purchased
him, buy him then throw him on the street? He should have seen this coming.
He wished he never went to that stupid auction or, in reality, he wished he
never had been assigned to the case. He needed to get off of it otherwise who
knows what more he’d come back with or what further degrading and disgusting
things he would be forced to see be performed on minors. He practically ripped
his shirt off as he grabbed a new one from his drawer, hastily putting on a tie
before he headed back down the hall. One quick peek in the room revealed Souji
still in it but now sitting on the floor staring out the window as if lost in
thought. Dojima decided to leave him be and he stomped down the stairs and
grabbed his keys off the counter.
Nanako looked up from the doorway where she was putting on her shoes and Dojima
felt his cheeks blush as he grabbed his own and slipped them on. “Dad?”
“We’ll talk later honey, I promise,” he muttered and he was out the door
without another word. Hell, he didn’t even get breakfast or coffee that morning
meaning the drive to work was going to be a painful one.
To make the morning complete, he nearly ran over a cat as he drove down their
street.
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“What in the fuck were you thinking, Dojima?!” A file folder slammed down on
the table in front of him and he said nothing as he sat in the chair that faced
his sergeant’s desk.
“Sir, he was going to get raped,” he found himself defending but the look in
his boss’ eye made it apparent he didn’t want to hear it. He made it clear as
he began his ranting once more.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it, Ryotaro! You stepped out of line! You were
fucking there to observe and photograph, not become a fucking bleeding heart
over every child brought on stage! We all want to fucking save them but there
will be more saved in the fucking long run during our operation than if you
decide to nearly blow everything for one fucking boy!” His hand slammed down on
the desk and Dojima closed his eyes, keeping his anger in. “You could have
jeopardized the entire fucking operation – if you haven’t already you idiotic
shit!”
“Sir, I think he can help us,” he said quietly and once again he got a cold
stare.
“Help? With what!? He’s a child! Children are fucking terrible witnesses, you
know that! And since you bought him – you fucking idiot – no one will believe
his shit because you could easily be assumed to coerce him into telling you
whatever the fuck you wanted!” Finally he fell back in his leather chair and
turned so he faced the blinds lining his glass office. “Get the fuck out of
here, Ryo. Get your shit and go home. I don’t want you in here for a week, do
you hear?”
That made him snap. He shot up from his chair and his palms hit the desk as he
fought back. “For helping someone who was in danger?! Sir, he was going to get
raped! The entire auction seemed to be set up in luring the most depraved fucks
in-”
“RYOTARO!” his sergeant boomed and he held his tongue as he felt his cheeks
begin to flush in humiliation. Outside he could hear silence, as if the whole
office was listening and he stared down in shame as his boss turned to look at
him, his eyes drilling holes into his skull. “Get. Out.”
“Yes sir,” he replied as he left. He opened the door and stepped out to see
some of the officers looking at him in pity, most other eyes on him in
amusement or shock. He ignored them and walked to his desk, grabbing his coat
which he had slung over it and his coffee mug before he moved to leave. His
partner got up from his desk that was adjacent to his.
“D-Dojima-san?” Adachi asked, wanting badly to inquire but he didn’t go further
and Dojima didn’t answer. He wasn’t in the mood and he cringed as he heard the
sergeant’s voice boom from his office.
“Adachi, get in here!” The poor detective looked to Dojima for help, as if he
would do something before he shakily followed his command. As soon as the door
shut Dojima walked to the elevators and hit the down button. He could already
hear two assistants muttering gossip to each other and he suddenly felt very
tired.
He stepped into the elevator, hitting the bottom floor immediately and his
thoughts dragged to the boy who was occupying his house, wondering what he was
doing. At least now he could probably take him and buy him some clothes and a
bed; he was suspended and it wasn’t like he was going to have anything else to
do.
Still, getting yelled at like that. He had expected it but didn’t really think
about the humiliation that would come with it. It pissed him off to an extent
but he internalized it, shoving it to the back of his mind as he did when he
was usually chewed out for unjust reasons. Bu really, what else was going to
happen when it was discovered he bought someone? He pulled his keys out from
his pocket and made his way to his car when the elevator dropped him off in the
underground parkade, his jaw still tight as he thought about it.
Didn’t the only thing that matter was that Souji was safe now? He wouldn’t be
forced into doing that disgusting ‘training’ the Ringmaster had mentioned or be
with some pedophile who would be equally abusing him? He had bought him and he
had a chance to set the kid right, to save him, to give him a chance in this
world and hopefully stop that auction once and for all.
He got into his car and sat in silence for a moment as he thought about it.
Where the hell were those kid’s parents? Was Souji a kidnap victim? Was he
willingly given to these people? He started the engine with a sick feeling
forming in his stomach once more. Suspended or not, he had to help the kid –
helping one was better than helping none.
The drive back home was longer than he remembered.
--
“Souji?” Dojima called as he walked up the stairs looking for the boy who was
not in the kitchen or living room. “Souji, are you in here?” He knocked on the
study door and opened it to see it empty. He frowned and looked to the
bathroom, opening that door to reveal nothing again when he set his sights on
his own room. Sure enough the boy was under the covers of his futon sleeping
quietly with his clothes under his arm in a tight hug as if it was his only
friend.
He never looked more like an innocent victim of lust and depravity than he did
at that moment, a child who didn’t deserve what he had been put through. Dojima
found himself slowly sitting down next to him and absently brushing his thick
bangs away from his forehead wondering what he was dreaming about when he
stirred.
“Hng?” the grey eyes opened and slowly focused on Dojima, taking a moment to
register him before he started to push himself up in a panic, his clothes
falling out of his arms as he did. “I-I’m sorry! I got tired and-”
“It’s alright,” Dojima smiled and he let out a soft laugh at how embarrassed
Souji was. It was a better expression than the one of misery he had mostly seen
him with. “Come on, get dressed. We’re going shopping.”
Souji blinked and looked to his alarm clock that was near the floor. “You
finished work?” he asked quietly and Dojima shrugged, his mood souring a bit.
“I’m done it for a while. Now come on. You’re not wearing my clothes or
sleeping in my bed forever,” he reached down and ruffled the hairs on Souji’s
head without thinking as he got up and walked to the door. Souji flushed and
reached up, trying to set his hair right as he followed suit and made his way
behind him.
Dojima walked down the hall, knowing the boy was following and he went to start
the car, looking into his wallet as he did. He was saving up to go drinking
with Adachi on Friday but with his suspension he decided to use that money
instead to make Souji more comfortable. Hopefully he could get the boy to open
up and trust him and allow him to find out how this happened to him.
Souji made an attempt to get in the back of the car and Dojima barked at him
for a second causing him to uncomfortably sit up front. He couldn’t help but
gawk at the child. “Why do you go for the back?”
“…It’s… how I was taught.” Souji muttered.
“Well stop it. You can sit up front.” Dojima pointed, unsure of why that little
action bothered him so much. Souji said nothing in response and he left it at
that, once again pulling out and nearly hitting the same damn cat before they
headed to Junes.
They once again didn’t speak, driving in silence and Dojima found himself
mulling over potential questions to ask but they never came out. It felt too
soon for him to begin inquiring into the boy’s past and he instead filed every
question away in his mind to draw out at appropriate times. Fully interrogating
the boy would be a bad thing but if he slipped a question in casual
conversation once in a while maybe he could extract something.
He found a parking spot in the expansive parkade and locked the door as he got
out, looking to Souji who seemed in awe of where he was. “Come on, kid.”
“Yes, D-Dojima-san…” He fell into line next to him but continued to look around
curiously as they walked every ad that was posted on a pillar or outside a
window once they got inside caught his eye. It took Dojima some time to find
the housewares department in Junes – he usually only ventured to the grocery
store – but they eventually ended up with a futon which made Souji smile like
Dojima had never seen.
“Alright kid, you need some clothes don’t you?” he muttered as he carried the
futon back towards the parkade. “Just go and pick some stuff out, I’ll come
back and pay for what you get.”
“T-Thank you, Dojima-san,” he was blushing now and he only grunted in response,
heading back to the car with said purchase thinking about the boy. Once he got
settled, then what? Naturally he would have to go to school but he questioned
if he even had been before seeing as how a parking lot was new to him. Could he
even read or write?
He threw the futon in the trunk and walked back wondering what to do. Yasogami
High was going to be starting soon and he questioned if the school would even
take him. It’s not like he was handed a report card when he bought the boy…
Still, he did know the principal which might work in his favor but he was
having his doubts.
He found Souji in the women’s section picking out a dress.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” he couldn’t help his embarrassment come out as
he grabbed Souji’s arm and dragged him away from a rack of pink lace shirts.
“I-I’m getting clothes!” he was confused and Dojima immediately began to regret
his purchase once more.
“I meant men’s clothes! This is the women’s section for fuck’s sake!” he swept
his arm at the aisles and Souji continued to look confused as he held a few
items.
“But… this is what I’ve always worn…” he slowly said, not understanding the
problem and Dojima bit his tongue. His anger directed away from Souji and back
at himself for forgetting that he was not a normal child and the heads of that
auction for making him that way. How could they fuck up a kid this bad?
“Come on…” he muttered, feeling tired once again and he made him toss the
dresses on a sales rack before he was taken to the men’s section. Souji seemed
even more confused when he was there. “Just… get some shirts and pants.”
“Uh…” he shifted uncomfortably. “Okay.”
“Here, start with this,” he tossed a white shirt at him not bothering to check
the size. Souji held it up, frowning and he started to take off his shirt which
made Dojima again flip out in a panic. “Don’t goddamn start stripping! What did
I fucking tell you about doing that!? Just hold it!”
Souji stopped and remained still, the miserable expression coming back to his
face making Dojima grit his teeth with guilt and turn back to the racks, now
craving a cigarette with a fierce intensity so his nerves could stop shaking.
He didn’t mean to snap at the boy but he had already been the town gossip
center once in his life and he didn’t want it again. Once he got enough items
he took Souji over to a changing room and directed him in, standing out by the
door to keep watch or so he told himself.
“Try them on to see if they fit,” he instructed and he leaned against the door
as he listened to the soft shuffling noises from behind it. There was a pause.
“It won’t fit,” Souji said quietly making Dojima groan.
“Then put on another one,” he felt like he was speaking to a toddler but in
retrospect he was. Souji obviously hadn’t been integrated into society like
normal kids so his view of the world was radically different than what it was;
the thought only made Dojima sick as he wondered how long had Souji been under
the care of those people. Was he brought in as a small child?
He stayed his thoughts before they went further into a place he never wanted to
think of. He didn’t really want to vomit on the floor of a department store.
“Dojima-san…” Souji called and he tilted his head against the door to listen.
“I’m stuck.”
He let out an exasperated sigh – he was worse than Nanako. “Alright, hold on,”
he grumbled and he stepped in to find the boy struggling to get a sweater off
his head. He tried to see what the problem was when he noticed the zipper was
stuck and a few good tugs let it come free releasing the boy from its awkward
grasp. Souji let out a sigh of relief once he got it off, his silver hair
tussled and uneven making him appear a bit comical as he looked to Dojima in
gratitude. He shrugged in response.
“What fits,” he asked and Souji pointed to a small pile of neatly folded
clothes on the bench. He checked the tags on them, noting he was a medium and
contemplated picking out a few more things when Souji interrupted.
“T-Thank you,” he said once again and Dojima waved his hand to silence him. At
least the one thing this kid did have was manners it seemed.
“Do you need more? Two shirts probably aren’t enough to last you and you’ll
need some type of sleepwear, I guess,” he scratched the back of his head. “Wait
here.” He was out again and on the floor, plucking more items off the shelves
when his cell phone began to ring. He begrudgingly picked it up after he
noticed the name.
“What, Adachi,” he said in the most annoyed tone he could muster. The pause on
the line confirmed he had made the rookie uncomfortable and he took a bit of
pleasure from that, smiling as he picked up a long sleeved shirt from the rack.
“Uh, Dojima-san, uh…” Adachi struggled for words. “How are you?”
“Cut the shit Adachi, what do you want?”
Another awkward pause. “Uh, I’m… I phoned to tell you that the boss has put me
as lead in charge of the auctions.” Good, Dojima thought. Have fun losing your
sanity with that one. “Just until you get back from your, er, leave of
absence…”
“That’s it?” he snapped. What did he care about what happened when he was on
forced leave?
“He… He also told me you bought someone.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic,” was his only response. Nice to know he was going to be
the talk of the office for a while. With any luck that would reach the town and
he’d be thrown back in the spotlight, only without the constant looks of pity
this time. He actually didn’t want to think of what looks he was going to
receive.
“Yeah. Is it true? Did you really buy a boy?” Adachi began to pry and Dojima
said nothing as he made his way back to the changing rooms, tossing the load of
clothes over the stall to where a small ‘thank you’ came back at him. “I know
you’re lonely Dojima, what with Chisato, but buying a person-”
He began choking on his anger. “Adachi, are you some sort of fucking lunatic?!
That isn’t even close to the reason I bought him! How low do you goddamn think
of me?!”
A fury of apologies followed. “I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean-! I just heard from
the one girl that-”
“And you believed her? What kind of detective are you! Did you win your badge
as a lottery prize you fucking idiot?! Shape the fuck up Adachi if you’re going
to take the lead on this shit for a while! And when you go down to that auction
you might figure out why I saved a child! Now if you don’t want anything else
but to talk about gossip then I’m hanging up.” He nearly shut the phone but
Adachi’s panicked voice made him stop and hold it back up to his ear.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Forgive me, Dojima-san! I-I just thought I’d ask! I
didn’t believe it!”
“Adachi, I’m going,” he snapped and his partner quickly shot out a question.
“Dojima-san, I need your notes on the case so far! Where are they?”
“In the top left drawer of my desk. And you better put them back when you’re
done,” he sighed, calming down a bit as he heard Adachi shuffling around. “Is
that all?”
“Y-Yeah… Sorry to bother you, Dojima-san.”
“Yeah, me too,” he snapped his phone shut and immediately began rubbing his
temples. He remembered there was a time in his life where he didn’t have stress
or pounding headaches like he did now days but it seemed like that was a dream
now. He turned to see Souji looking at him from the slightly opened changing
room, his lips tense and his eyes almost sad, no doubt having heard the
conversation. “What?”
“…Um… I… I’m done…” he fidgeted as he said it and Dojima sighed as he walked
over. He wasn’t going to explain it but he tried to make Souji feel a bit
better by ruffling his hair and giving him a kind look. He wasn’t mad at him
but it seemed like the boy took any harsh words as if it was directed at him,
no doubt he was trained to be as submissive as possible if someone was angry at
him.
“Come on, let’s go,” Dojima said quietly as he picked up the small, neatly
folded bundles of clothes and directed him to the register. Once paid for he
went back to the vehicle, throwing the bags in the trunk as Souji stood near
his side like a dog. “Do you need anything else before we get the groceries?”
Souji shook his head and Dojima tried to think of anything as well. They got
him a futon, he now had clothes… He wasn’t sure if he could even get him into
school so he held off on picking out any supplies until it was confirmed. No,
nothing came to mind. “Alright, then I guess that’s all we have left to do.”
Souji gave a nod and Dojima took that moment to lean against the car and have a
quick cigarette as the craving was now itching in his sides. He mulled over the
list he kept in his head. “What do you want to eat?”
“I-I’ll eat anything,” he almost immediately responded and somehow Dojima
didn’t doubt that. The kid was pretty thin for his age. Come to think of it, he
didn’t know when he had last eaten since he didn’t feed him that morning or
last night. He decided to strike a question.
“How often were you fed, Souji?” he tried not to sound like a cop when he said
it but somehow it felt like he failed when Souji shifted.
“Um, once a day. In the morning.” He frowned at the response. “If… If we
behaved, then sometimes we would get supper.”
“That’s sick,” Dojima spat, forgetting himself and Souji looked to the ground
in shame as if he had done something wrong. Dojima frowned and realized how
that came out. “I meant it’s sick they didn’t feed you, Souji. And I hope you
know you’re going to be eating regularly from now on.”
This would mean he would have to get his own ass in gear and make sure the
fridge and cupboards were stocked with food from now on. He briefly thought of
Nanako and a nagging feeling of why he wasn’t attentive like this with her came
into his mind but he brushed it off. He wasn’t in the mood to think about his
shitty parenting.
Souji gave him a small smile and he did a weird little dance before he began to
speak. “C-Can I have dessert too?”
Dojima found himself smiling a bit, mostly in pity at the child but he gave a
nod which made Souji nearly beam. “Sure kid. In fact, we’ll buy a cake for
tonight. That should make Nanako happy too.”
“Y-Yeah!”
His cigarette was tossed on the pavement and he stepped on it to put it out,
clearing his throat a bit before he made a motion with his hand. “Come on then,
let’s go.”
There was a bit more of a lively step in Souji’s walking after that.
 
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Chapter 3: Rabbits and Wolves
 
Souji nearly inhaled his food much to the shock of Nanako and Dojima. He nearly
had tears in his eyes as he ate plain rice – plain rice for god’s sake – and
once he was done he gave Dojima a look of adoration of gratitude which made him
more than uncomfortable. It was just one meal.
“Wow…” Nanako started. “You must really have been hungry!”
“Nanako, don’t be rude,” Dojima found himself saying. He didn’t look to her
when she turned to him, instead focusing on the beer in his hand; his other
vice that he really should give up on. “So, Souji…”
He focused on him and the boy was sitting straight in his seat giving him a
weird look. His jaw twitched and the bit of alcohol he had churning through his
veins made his irritation rise. “What the fuck is it now?!”
“I… nothing,” he said but Dojima could tell the boy had something on his mind.
He mulled over it for a second before he remembered what they had bought.
“You want that cake,” he asked, disappointed and Souji flushed and looked down
at his feet. It couldn’t be helped, the kid probably never had sweets in his
life. “Nanako, go get the cake.”
She looked to him and her jaw clenched, just as he did when he was irritated,
but she did as he asked and fetched the small cake from the fridge. Souji bit
his lip as he looked at it, his fingers fidgeting in his lap. Dojima downed a
good portion of his beer before he spoke again.
“Go nuts, kid,” he shrugged and Souji nearly vibrated in excitement as he cut a
piece of himself, pausing after he got it to look to Nanako who was fixated on
the television.
“Miss… Nanako, do you want some?” he asked in a shaky voice and she turned to
him in shock before she let out a small giggle.
“Miss?”
“Nanako, don’t be rude,” Dojima snapped once again and her face soured a bit as
she went back to the television. Souji seemed at a loss.
“Do… you not like cake?”
“No. I like cake,” she said but her eyes remained on the newscasters. “I’m not
hungry.”
Souji nodded and withdrew. He was about to dig in when he paused and looked
back to the girl with a curious expression. “D-Do you want me to save a piece?
For your lunch?”
Their eyes connected and Nanako looked to Dojima who couldn’t be bothered with
the conversation they were having. She smiled at him and nodded. Dojima found
himself once again attacking her.
“What do you say?”
“….Thank you,” she muttered and the atmosphere seemed almost tense for a moment
until Souji began to eat. One bite and he smiled as wide as he could, looking
to Dojima as if he found enlightenment. He couldn’t help but smile back. Kid
was sort of cute when he was happy.
He tried focusing on the television but the screen kept cutting between images
of war and crime, twisting the stories that they had made up and he found
himself getting exhausted. It was only nine at night to boot.
“I’m done,” he muttered and he placed his beer can on the table making Souji
look up to him as crumbs of cake stuck to his cheek. “’Night.”
“Goodnight,” Nanako said in an almost mechanized voice and he made his way to
the stairs, ignoring her tone.
“Goodnight Dojima,” Souji’s voice came out in a soft whisper and he stopped to
look at the boy who was staring at him with a blank expression. He let out a
bit of a snort and continued on his route towards his room, pulling at his
shirt as he did. He found himself wondering what new cases would be at work
when he reminded himself he was suspended; he wouldn’t be going to work
tomorrow.
It left him at a bit of a loss. He had no idea what to do if he wasn’t at work.
He didn’t know how to clean or any of that and even if he did he was sure
Nanako probably had the place as she wanted it and whatever he did would just
make it worse.
With that thought he reflected on his daughter, questioning himself on why she
was irritating him so badly that night. He knew the first reason that would pop
into his head would be Chisato but on a deeper level he knew it had to be
something else; something inside him that he didn’t want to admit.
“I should apologize…” he muttered to himself but he knew that he probably
wouldn’t. They had been doing their dance of avoiding each other and
confrontation for a while and despite how unhealthy it was, it worked. What was
one more day?
He kicked off his clothes and grabbed the black shirt he usually wore to bed,
unfurling his futon out before he fell back on it. He expected to go right to
sleep but his slightly buzzed mind still wanted to be awake, to swim around the
thoughts in his head and depress him with what he was doing with his life.
He should stop drinking, he mused to himself, since it led to nothing but pain
despite how numb he was supposed to feel when he did indulge. When he finally
did black out it was eleven thirty.
--
“Dad, you’re going to be late!” he heard a female voice call from down the hall
and he groaned, turning over in his sheets; he didn’t want to get up. “Dad!”
“I’m coming!” he yelled back despite his intentions on not getting up. He
didn’t have to anyways, he was suspended from work but he didn’t want to let
Nanako know. He didn’t want to see her disappointment if he told her he was
being punished or the alternative where he would have to explain why. Despite
that, his bed was comfy and it had been years since he had slept in or got a
proper day off.
He wondered how lazy it would be if he slept all day like a cat.
“Dad!”
“I’m coming!” he shouted, regretting it immediately but he refused to
apologize. He shouldn’t be hounded like this over not getting up. He could be
sick for all she knew. He waited, one eye open as he stared at the wall
listening to hear if she was going to call his name again but nothing came
after that and he went back to sleep dreaming of fish swimming in a tank.
When he finally got up, around ten thirty – which shocked him – he came
downstairs to see Souji sitting on the floor looking out the back door onto the
patio. Dojima raised a brow and shuffled into the kitchen, immediately digging
through the cupboards so he could make a pot of coffee. He felt a lot better
when he found and opened up a new tin and the smell of caffeine hit his senses.
“Souji, what are you doing?” he asked as he dumped two scoops into the coffee
maker and shut the lid, hitting the button. Souji looked down in discomfort.
“There was a cat outside,” he said quietly. “I’ve never seen a cat up close
before.”
“Stupid thing,” Dojima muttered as he walked to the window, looking out for it
along their fence. “Probably that same damn cat that sleeps under my car and
leaves dead birds on the deck.”
“I like him,” Souji said, almost hurt and Dojima found himself gritting his
teeth. Damn kid.
“I didn’t say I hated it,” he snapped back and Souji bit his lip, not looking
to him and once again he was filled with guilt. He was getting really tired of
how both Nanako and he were managing to make him feel like a shittier person
than he was every day.
The snapping sound from the coffee maker indicated that it was done and he went
back to the kitchen to fill his cup, his body warming as it went down; his
third vice. He peered at the black liquid, swirling it a moment before one of
the questions he had filed away came poking at his brain. Nanako was gone so it
was a good time to ask since if the kid got embarrassed it would just be in
front of him.
“Souji,” he called and he heard the boy move in his spot. “Do you have any
schooling?”
There was silence and he sighed. He turned to see the boy looking at him with
flushed cheeks and he came back to sit on the couch, sipping his coffee
carefully as he waited for an explanation. Souji took his time, obviously
uncomfortable.
“I… went to school… with the other Rabbits…”
Dojima stopped him. “Yeah, hold up, why the hell are you called a Rabbit?
What’s the significance in that?”
Souji shrugged and Dojima could see he really didn’t know. “We were just called
Rabbits. It was what we were. Our handlers were called Wolves… if we were bad,
then the Wolf would come and eat us…”
“Eat you?”
Souji nodded as he looked to the floor. “Yeah. Only really bad Rabbits got
eaten… Then we never saw them again.”
Dojima’s hand shook. He already knew what that alluded to and it made him sick.
Those girls who didn’t cooperate were murdered, weren’t they? Explains why they
were all so obedient.
“But the Wolves taught us some things. We’d have morning sessions where we
learned to read and write. I guess some Masters complained us Rabbits were too
stupid so we began to get taught before our training regiments,” Souji smiled
for a minute as he seemed to recall something.
“One Rabbit named M was really smart and she would teach us before we went to
bed with books she stole from some of the Wolves dens. One was about a girl
named Red Riding Hood and the wolf in it was killed. All of us liked that
story.”
Dojima’s jaw twitched as he stared at Souji with pity. He took a sip of his
coffee to mask his expression when he looked to him as he didn’t want the boy
to know that a fond memory of his disgusted him in how tragic it was. He
focused back on his original reason for asking.
“Souji… There’s a high school in town here and I was thinking about applying
you,” he started and the boy seemed to light up before his expression changed.
“…Will…. I have to go through training regiments again?” he asked and Dojima
said nothing for a moment as he tried to calm the anger rising in his chest at
the auctioneers once again.
“No Souji, this school does nothing like that and you are never to mention
those things you said to me to anyone else, do you understand?” he didn’t want
to think about what the kids would do if they found out he was a sex slave.
“Promise me Souji.”
“I promise,” he said quietly and Dojima sighed through his nose.
“Good. I’m asking for your own good, you know...” he took another sip of coffee
and decided to drop that subject. “Anyways, the school is like what you did -
you go and read and learn-”
“I like learning,” he said so innocently that Dojima found himself giving him a
soft smile.
“That’s good. That’s all you do at that place. You learn and you can make
friends and join clubs-”
“M-Make friends?” Now Souji was at full attention. “Like… a real friend?”
“Y-Yes,” Dojima stared at him not wanting to push that subject but he made a
mental note to inquire later. Something about him asking like that disturbed
him. “You can join clubs too like a sports club or… I don’t know, there’s
different things. It’ll keep you busy.”
Souji smiled and he shuffled forward a bit on his knees, his entire attention
focused on Dojima who felt awkward as he sat on the couch. “What are sports?
What do you do?”
Shit, he sighed internally and he was about to explain when he remembered
something else. Souji would probably have to take an entrance exam. There was
no way he would pass.
“Tell you what, we’ll go visit the principal today, alright? I’m sure the old
goat isn’t doing anything…” he half said to himself. “One thing you may have to
do is take a test so we can at least prepare you for that before the term
starts.”
“Really? So I can go?!” he was up on his knees now staring at him with
excitement and Dojima chuckled at his enthusiasm. He was probably one of the
only kids in the world eager to go to school.
“We’ll see, you need to pass a test first so you’ll be studying a lot for the
next few days, understand?” The light in Souji’s eyes told him he did and he
chuckled, taking another drink of coffee before the boy sprang forth and was on
him. Literally.
His mouth was against his and his hands were sliding down his chest making
Dojima gag and drop his cup to the floor. He grabbed the wandering fingers
tight by the wrist with one hand and the boy’s throat with the other, holding
him back as he gasped for breath, his anger now flooding his brain.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” he was shouting and Souji began to
shake, tears falling from his eyes.
“I’m… I’m thanking you!” he cried and Dojima stopped, his blood running cold.
This was not a normal boy, he reminded himself, he was taught to be a sexual
object, and it is not his fault. He released him and Souji fell to the floor,
holding his throat as the tears came, his happiness dissolving into nothing.
Dojima felt himself shake.
“Souji, goddammit…” he reached down and pulled the boy against him, hugging him
as the boy struggled not to cry against his chest. “Souji, stop it. Stop
crying.”
“I-I’m sorry…” he was begging now as if he was going to be hit. “I won’t ever
do it again I promise!”
He rubbed his back in frustration, mostly at himself for forgetting what the
boy was raised as. “No, Souji, it’s my fault. I forgot… I didn’t mean to hurt
you like that. You just took me by surprise,” he reached down and cupped the
boy’s face, wiping away some of the tears with his thumb feeling his gut wrench
at the sight of him. “Souji, I’m sorry. This isn’t your fault.”
The boy seemed to be at a loss for words and Dojima sighed as he continued
stroking his cheeks, watching him slowly begin to calm down. He stopped crying
but his miserable expression was still on his face and Dojima pulled him into
another hug, rubbing his back once more.
“You can’t do those things, Souji, I know it was what you were taught but you
can’t do them anymore, understand? It can get you in a lot of trouble,” he said
as he felt the boy’s head rest against his shoulder, his breathing going back
to normal. “You need to forget what you were taught at that place. I’m not
going to use you for sex and you shouldn’t allow anyone else to touch you
unless you want it, alright?”
“B-But…” he knew it was hard for the boy to understand. He was suspecting now
that it was all he knew but he had to be firm about this. He couldn’t bear it
if the boy went out and someone took advantage of him acting in such a way.
“Promise me, Souji. No taking off your clothes or kissing anyone or doing
anything sexual,” he practically demanded. “That is not what you’re going to be
from now on.”
It came out as a whisper against his neck. “I promise.”
“Good,” he sighed and he continued to hold him and rub his back, sorry for
choking him in the first place. “And again, I’m sorry Souji. I shouldn’t have
grabbed you like that.”
The boy didn’t respond but he leaned more into his chest which Dojima took it
as an acceptance of his apology and he let his shoulders sag in relief. They
remained in the embrace for a while.
Dojima was mulling over another question to possibly ask as he rubbed his back
when the phone began to ring making him depart from Souji’s hug. He picked it
up and frowned at the number before he answered with a curt ‘What?’
“Dojima-san, we have a problem!” Adachi’s voice broke over the phone. “There’s
been a robbery and a hostage has been taken!”
“What!?” he snapped as he felt his nerves stand on end. He instinctively
reached for his side where he usually had his gun holstered and when he didn’t
feel it he panicked a bit before recalling why. “Adachi… For fuck’s sake, I’m
suspended!”
“I know Dojima! But we need you! This guy’s threatening to kill this woman!”
his voice was frantic and Dojima gritted his teeth. Suspension or not, he
wouldn’t allow someone to needlessly die.
“Where are you?!” he barked as he began running up the stairs to his room,
hitting the speakerphone button as he began to quickly dress in a proper shirt
and pants.
“We’re at the Seven Eleven at uh… It’s…”
“Are you near Junes or are you near the residential area?!” he shouted and he
hear sounds of a scream which made his blood run cold.
“We’re near a bunch of houses, in the residential area!” Adachi was beginning
to panic again and Dojima grabbed the phone, nearly flying down the steps.
“I’ll be there in seven minutes. Keep him calm and direct his attention away
from the woman, understand?!” he hit the Talk button off as he ran to the door,
throwing on his shoes. “Souji, I need to leave. Stay in the house,
understand?!”
“Y-Yes, Dojima-san,” he said as he stood up and watched him, his eyes wide with
fear. “B-Be careful,”
“Yeah,” he called back over his shoulder, not really registering what the boy
had said. He threw the gate open that held his car in and was starting the
engine in a second, again almost running over that fucking cat that would not
leave his garage alone. He didn’t think as he drove only focused on the lines
he knew as a hostage negotiator. He would save that woman.
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“You’re fucking lucky I don’t fire you Ryotaro,” his boss gruffly said as he
watched the uniformed officers start unrolling caution tape around the
convenient store. Dojima sat on the hood on his car, smoking his third
cigarette to calm himself as he watched Adachi comb the scene looking for
clues. “But without you, I bet that fucking lunatic would have slit that girl’s
throat from ear to ear.”
“Yeah,” he muttered, barely listening. The shock of seeing how young the girl
and criminal were still had him in a bad place. Two high school kids, that’s
what they were. Why the male had a hunting knife he couldn’t figure out but to
pull it on his girlfriend when the robbery had turned south disturbed him. This
was supposed to be a quiet, safe town; now there were slave auctions and
holdups happening way too frequently.
He thought to Souji who was still at home and his jaw twitched as he finished
his cigarette, tossing it under his car before he reached for another.
“Go home, Ryotaro. I’ll overlook this insight since you did save a life. But
you’re still on fucking suspension,” his sergeant slapped his shoulder and
Dojima bit down on the new cigarette between his lips, giving his boss a look
before he slid off the hood of his car.
“Hey, Adachi!” his boss yelled and the rookie detective seemed to panic before
he ran over, his face contorting to shame as his boss began to lecture him on
calling Dojima in the first place. He felt bad for him but it was out of his
hands and he got into his car to go back home.
He found Souji right where he had been when he left, sitting on the floor with
a rag scrubbing the tatami. Dojima frowned until he remembered why – he dropped
his coffee cup. Souji bolted up when he saw him. “Dojima-san, you’re okay!”
“Yeah,” he gave a shrug and went to sit down on the couch, still disturbed by
what happened. He looked to Souji who looked innocently down at him and his
heart seemed to tug a bit. What would drive two kids to try and rob a
convenient store?
Souji seemed to sense his exhaustion and he sat down in front of him giving him
a look as if he was asking him to talk about it. He instead brought his hand
down on Souji’s head and patted it as if he were a dog, watching him close his
eyes every time his palm made contact. He remembered their earlier
conversation.
“I guess… we should go see the principal,” he said a bit wearily and Souji
frowned at him, his fingers fidgeting with the rag in his hands.
“Dojima-san, you’re tired. We can go tomorrow, right?” he asked and Dojima
stared at him for a moment realizing he was being sincere and he let out a soft
sarcastic laugh. The kid was so eager before… But he knew he was probably
worrying him and he felt sort of touched on how he seemed to care.
“I guess you’re right,” he said and he started to shift so he was lying on the
couch looking at the ceiling, his body relaxing. Souji continued to stare at
him and he sighed loudly and made eye contact. “What now?”
“Do you want a massage?” he asked and Dojima narrowed his eyes making the boy
frown.
“What did I tell you about doing sexual things?” he pointed at him accusingly
and watched Souji panic, not understanding.
“B-But it’s a massage…?” he frowned. “Don’t… people get them when they’re
tired?”
Dojima sighed and went back to staring at the ceiling. “I don’t want a massage,
Souji, I’m fine,” he said bluntly and he could hear the boy slump back in
rejection, the atmosphere becoming awkward for a moment when Souji spoke again.
“Can… I hug you?” he asked and Dojima looked to him again, this time in
surprise.
“What?”
“I was unhappy... and you hugged me and it made it better,” he said using the
logic of a three year old child. Normally it would piss Dojima off but somehow
with Souji it made sense he would ask such a thing. His only emotions seemed to
be utter happiness, utter depression and confusion so he probably was still
trying to understand how to read a situation without using sex first.
Dojima snapped his fingers at him. He might as well teach the boy he was, well
not right but at least on the right track of asking to do more innocent things
as opposed to jumping on him straight off. Besides it was only a hug.
Souji nearly winded him as he came in contact with his waist. “G-Godammit kid!”
“S-Sorry!” he cried but Dojima slapped a hand on his head to dissolve his
worry, his eyes still glued to the ceiling as the day’s events rolled through
his mind. He could feel the boy’s ribs against his stomach and he frowned, his
thoughts going from the criminal teenagers back to the abused boy.
“Souji?” he asked quietly, listening to the sound of him breathe. “Whatever
happened to that girl you liked? M was it?”
Souji said nothing but his fingers tensed a bit against his stomach and Dojima
regretted asking.
“A wolf ate her,” he replied in a sad tone.
 
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Chapter 4: Nerves
 
Dojima sighed as he pulled the car into the driveway, watching the damn cat he
kept almost hitting every day hiss at his car and jump from its cozy spot under
the covered roof out into the rain which had rolled in around nine am. He had
been meeting with the Yasogami High School principal all morning to practically
beg him to let Souji in, something he wasn’t proud of, and he was shocked that
he had actually managed to succeed considering all things.
He had no papers for the boy, no report cards stating how Souji was in school,
nothing to even prove the boy existed. All he had was his word that Souji would
be a hard worker, a lie that lost papers would be found and his flimsier lie
that he was his nephew.
The principal had given him several odd looks during his embarrassing pleading
– almost as if he knew he was lying which bothered him – but he agreed to let
Souji in; as long as papers were brought forth at some time. It meant that
Dojima might have to do something illegal or start fighting to get Souji
accepted as a citizen. He wasn’t looking forward to it but at least he got the
kid signed up for school.
It briefly entered his mind that orphanages get kids all the time and they have
papers and citizenship for them but he wasn’t an orphanage, he was a stupid
fucking detective who did a stupid fucking thing. He sighed – he’d worry about
this later.
For now, he had books the principal had lent him for Souji and the boy needed
to start studying so he could be accepted by his teachers and peers. Hopefully.
He held his jacket over his head as he walked to the door, the rain soaking
through in minutes. It was awkward prying the door open without a free hand but
he managed and stepped inside to hear the television going, the lights all off
save for the one in the kitchen. “I’m home.”
There was a shuffling from the living room and Souji came forward like an
obedient animal, eagerly greeting him. “Welcome home!”
He said nothing and instead kicked off his shoes and tossed the wet bag of
books at the kid who fumbled to catch it, nearly falling as he did. He opened
it and peered inside and Dojima watched his eyes light up like the sun, a grin
wide across his face as he looked to him for confirmation that it was for him.
He grabbed a piece of cake out of the fridge and nodded watching Souji shake
before he ripped the bag off the books. Damn kid looked like he had just
received sixteen birthday presents at once.
“Social studies… Mathematics. English! I’m good at English!” he turned to
Dojima to say and he wandered over to him to clamp a hand on his head, ruffling
the silky hair taking note he must have had a shower earlier. “A-Are these
really mine?”
“They’re not yours, they are the principals. I got him to lend me them after I
got you enrolled,” he took a seat at the table and stared at Souji who had
tears of happiness in his eyes. He shook his head. “For fuck’s sake Souji, it’s
just books for school.”
“But… I get to go… like a normal person,” he said with a shaky voice and Dojima
winced, feeling bad he said anything as the boy clutched the books to his
chest.
“Fuck kid, go upstairs and study then. You better know those books by Monday,
got it?” Souji shook his head and immediately ran up the stairs, the sound of
his door being flung open in excitement echoing down to his ears. Dojima sighed
and got up from his chair to make himself some coffee, digging around the
cupboards briefly for his cup until he realized it was in the sink. He barely
washed it – what was the point, he’d be making it filthy again in two minutes –
and threw a couple scoops of ground up beans into the machine, hitting the
button as if it was second nature.
While he waited he folded his arms and leaned against the sink with his back to
the window, listening to the sound of rain lightly tapping the glass. He found
himself wondering what Adachi was up to on the case and how much bullshit it
was for him to be put on suspension for buying Souji.
The thought of the kid made him mull over his list again, this time wondering
if he should pry deeper into him. He did say he would help them… but nothing
Souji could tell him would hold up in court, his boss was right about that – It
would be blamed on him saying he coerced the boy into telling him what he
wanted to hear. Still, for his own curiosity, he wanted to know a few things,
just a few which might help him.
He had about two cups of coffee with the cake and a cigarette before he went
upstairs to see Souji, finding him on the floor of his room reading as he
expected. He didn’t look that far in to his one textbook but his grey eyes were
intense as it focused on the words, his lips moving slightly as his index
finger slowly danced on the edge of the next page. Dojima cleared his throat as
he leaned against the door frame.
Souji turned to look at him, his lips finishing saying whatever sentence he had
just read. “Dojima-san?”
“Souji, let me ask you something,” he stared at the boy as he folded his arms,
trying to look relaxed even though he still felt like he was interrogating him.
“Do you remember where you and the other… Rabbits… were when you did your
schooling and training? I mean, can you describe where you were kept?”
Souji pursed his lips and he broke their eye contact as he looked to the left;
Dojima narrowed his own eyes as he picked out the subtle movement. He was
trying to remember; that was at least a good sign.
“There were really tall hills,” he began. “They surrounded where we were but
the area we were trained on was flat… I remember seeing a cow once.”
“A cow?” Dojima’s eyebrow rose making Souji look back to him and nod. He then
gave a smile.
“Once we got curry when we were being good and it was really rich and creamy.
One Rabbit said there was cheese in it, that’s why it was so good but I didn’t
taste anything like cheese… Oh, and it got really cold sometimes.” His feet
were beginning to move back and forth in a childish fashion and Dojima took in
the information.
It sounded like Hokkaido. That would explain the portly Ringmaster’s accent…
“We all lived together too,” Souji started to say again when he didn’t respond.
“It was a long building with a cupboard where we could store our blankets and
pillows but there were a lot of us sometimes and not everyone got one. It was
bad when winter came so sometimes we’d all share beds together so we didn’t
freeze. Once a really young Rabbit got bad frostbite on her feet and she was
taken away… I think a wolf ate her because she wasn’t desirable anymore.”
Dojima bit his tongue. He could feel his fingers digging into his forearms but
he tried not to show Souji his anger at his statement. He decided to redirect
the conversation. “Did you see any other people than the Wolves who took care
of you?”
“No…” Souji shook his head. “There was only one road leading into where we were
and I think wolves were stationed there at all times in case a Rabbit tried to
get out. We never saw people unless some Masters would be driven in to pick
some of us to be their Rabbits.”
That sparked his interest. “How often did that happen?”
Souji shrugged. “It happened a lot for a while. Once a big vehicle came in with
a lot of masters and a lot of Rabbits were taken away that day. I was still not
ready to be displayed but I saw them from the field,” he made a weird smile.
“I’m happy I wasn’t, though. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been bought by you.”
Dojima flushed at his words. He knew Souji probably meant it with the utmost
sincerity and thanks but it made him feel so dirty to hear it, as if he was
some pervert who went trolling for young boys. He shook his head. “Why were
these perv- er, ‘Masters’ coming into where you all were to pick you out?”
He watched Souji think for a moment as if he was trying to come up with a
logical answer, to understand what was going on at that time but he eventually
shrugged with a sad look in his eyes and Dojima sighed. Something in the back
of his head was nagging, wondering if his raid years before was the reason but
it was pointless to push that with someone who didn’t know.
They lapsed into silence as Dojima mulled over a couple other questions but
they seemed a bit inappropriate to ask at that time. He instead decided to act
more fatherly towards him, hopefully dispelling the weird feelings he got when
Souji said certain things, and he gave a nod at him towards the book in his
hands.
“What are you reading?”
“Mathematics,” Souji lifted the book up and Dojima stared at him a little
surprised. That usually wasn’t the subject most kids picked up first.
“Not English?” he pointed to the small stack of texts and Souji shook his head
as he looked to them as well.
“I want to save that until last. I’m good at it so it shouldn’t be really hard
for me so it will be like a reward,” he stopped after he said the last word and
a weird expression took over his face, one that looked like he was in pain
before it slipped away. “I’m not good at Math so I thought I’d start there so
if I need help I can ask.”
Dojima said nothing but he grunted in response. Souji’s eyes were back on the
book and he watched him for a while until he decided he had run through enough
questions today. He got some information – Hokkaido possibly being the base of
the operations the most significant – and he went back downstairs to stand
awkwardly in the kitchen, not knowing what to do now.
Souji was upstairs studying, as he should be, Nanako wouldn’t be home for a
while and he was left with nothing to do. He scratched the back of his neck in
discomfort.
He checked the fridge, seeing the beer piled up in the back corner and he
briefly considered getting drunk on the couch until he realized how pathetic
that was when it was barely two in the afternoon. He never really realized how
much he couldn’t function without work being a present necessary distraction
for him to just go to and waste hours at – even if it was reading the same case
file over a few times, it was better than being restless and, worst of all,
useless.
He shut the door and paced around the kitchen, his irritation at how bored he
was getting to him. He watched the rain fall against the small deck out back
for some time before he decided to go for a walk. He didn’t really feel like it
but it was something to do.
He first went and changed into some more casual looking clothes than his usual
shirt and tie routine before he stopped by Souji’s room to check in on him, the
boy still glued to his mathematics book. “Souji, I’m going out. Do you want
something at the convenient store if I go by?”
Souji once again had to tear himself away from the pages and he gave him a
blank stare. “What’s… a convenient store?”
Dojima stared at him. “…Never mind, I’ll find you something. Don’t leave the
house.”
He made his way to the door and plucked his umbrella out of the bin, looking
down to the pink one that was beside his and he sighed; Nanako didn’t take
hers. For a moment he considered walking to her school and giving it to her
before he took her home like he had used to do when Chisato was… He stilled his
thoughts. No. He didn’t want to face that path.
He quickly went out the door before his guilt could register any further. It
wasn’t raining as hard as it had been moments ago but it was enough to make a
steady patter on his black umbrella and he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket
and casually lit it, breathing the smoke out so it dissolved in the cool air.
He decided to go down to the Lawson’s near the Central Shopping District and
pick up a few things, maybe even get some food from Aiya’s instead of having
sushi for the second night in a row.
As he took a few steps he heard the sound of a bottle falling over and he
stopped as he looked at his car, wondering where the noise was coming from. An
orange tail flicking from the front right tire caught his attention and he
leaned down enough to see under his vehicle to the cat that was crouched
underneath it. It hissed at him in return.
“Fucking thing,” he muttered but he left it alone. It was raining out and
despite his war with the thing, he didn’t want to be outside getting wet; their
fight could continue some other time.
--
“Welcome, please come in!” the cashier called to him and he gave a nod as he
folded his umbrella, heading to the back where the coolers were stacked with
drinks. He grabbed a couple of cans of beer that had just been put out and
moved his way to the soft drinks, looking for something for Nanako. He settled
on a lemon soda before he picked up a Pepsi for Souji since it seemed like a
safe choice to go for but he doubted Souji would complain anyways.
He found himself in the sweets aisle looking for something to accompany the
Pepsi when his cell phone vibrated in his pocket. He picked it up and looked at
the text on his screen; it was from Adachi. He wanted to know if they were
still up for drinking on Friday and Dojima sighed as he remembered where all
his money had gone and he texted a blunt ‘no’ back and pocketed the device.
His fingers wandered over the various versions of Kit-Kats, wondering which one
Souji would like the most and his pocket vibrated again. He pulled it out to
see an unhappy face on his screen and he gritted his teeth. Adachi was such a
child sometimes… he grabbed the first Kit-Kat he could find and walked to the
counter, digging into his pocket for change.
“Pack of cigarettes too,” he muttered as the cashier began ringing the items
through and he threw a couple of bills on the tray, looking out the window to
see the rain falling a bit harder now.
“Thank you,” he replied as he was handed the cigarettes separate from the other
things and the cashier bid him a good day to which he replied to before
stepping outside, his umbrella immediately opening. The sky had gotten a bit
darker and he found that nagging feeling tugging at his nerves in the back of
his head.
He may not have wanted to but the right thing to do would be to fetch Nanako.
He let out a weary sigh as he checked his watch and he calculated the math in
his head knowing he could make it on time.
The urge inside him to just go home was overwhelming but he knew he needed to
get her; not just for himself but for Chisato too. He had to at least attempt
to act like her father and hopefully that would make up for his shittiness
earlier in the week. He rubbed his eyes as he began to walk towards the
highway, taking a few shortcuts through various alleys so he could get on the
right path. He quietly followed it towards Nanako’s school located near the
Samegawa Plains, his mood souring as he did.
In all reality he should be happy to go get his only daughter but he couldn’t
get past the wall in his mind over everything she reminded him of. The car
accident, his wife, the way she was so distant to him and how he preferred it
rather than the closeness they should have. She was a walking reminder of his
failure to be a detective, to catch the most basic criminal there was and even
though she did nothing wrong he routinely found himself blaming her. It was
easier than blaming himself.
He really was a shitty father, he mused as he took a set of stairs down to a
walking path that lined the river, the bag full of drinks clattering in his
grasp. He tried not to dwell on it any longer as he walked, focusing instead on
not dropping the drinks as the plastic bag he had started to tear slightly at
the handles and he found himself coming up to her school as the sudden children
running by him indicated.
He frowned as he looked for Nanako, standing at the entrance at a loss of where
to even begin to go when he noticed a girl standing near the lockers by the
front door looking out with sad eyes. She was wearing a pink dress and holding
her backpack as she watched the rain and Dojima felt his cheek twitch as he
recognized her but he made no effort to go forward. He instead stared at her as
she absently looked around at the rain falling.
When their eyes met he still made no effort to go over to her, his body almost
frozen where he stood. It was no doubt his daughter but he somehow couldn’t
bring himself to go over to her; something kept holding him back. Her eyes got
wider though as she looked almost confused to see him there – which was
understandable, he never picked her up – and he shifted in his spot, the cans
making noises as they connected in the plastic bag.
They played the staring game for a while until the last child had exited the
yard. All that was left was the two of them and the sound of rain hitting the
earth.
She began to move and he watched her run across the yard, holding her backpack
tight as she made her way to him and under the protection of his umbrella. He
just looked sadly down at her, to the face that reminded him of the incident
not long ago and she said nothing but she took his hand. She gave it a small
squeeze, as if to test to see if he was real and he gripped it back for a
moment before he began to lead her away.
They said nothing as they walked home through the rain that covered Inaba,
causing headlights to reflect on the highway and lights to dance in puddles. It
was only when they were nearing home did Dojima stop, remembering he wanted to
pick up some food at Aiya which made him grit his teeth.
“Daddy?” Nanako asked and he didn’t reply as he started forward again. They
would have the sushi in the fridge for a second night in a row and Souji would
wolf down half of it, still not used to eating.
 
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Chapter 5: Four
 
The next few days were a mess; that was the only way Dojima could describe it
to himself. Souji was deep into his books every day and even though he would
drop a few questions here and there about what life Souji had put up with when
he was with the Wolves but he knew he was just pestering him to distract
himself from his own boredom.
It was only a few more days of his suspension but he found he could not
literally function without work. He was useless around the house, practically
penniless now thanks to his stupidity and hated most everything linked with the
television that continuously mocked him and his department for various unsolved
crimes. He was left with nothing but sitting around bothering Souji or pacing
restlessly around the house.
Well, that wasn’t true.
He still had his other option, which was to drink. And he did but it didn’t end
well.
The first day he had started around ten since it was raining and he couldn’t be
bothered to try and find something to put his mind to. Drinking at least
offered something while watching the television and he went from being bored to
being depressed and finally irritated while flat out drunk by the time Nanako
came home.
Things were said that shouldn’t have been, Nanako got extremely upset and even
Souji got uncomfortable around him and he found himself in his futon with his
face down, swearing to never drink again. He had to fix what had been said and
done.
But the next day it repeated as if he learned nothing. He told himself it was
wrong, that he should get a hobby or go for a walk or apologize – which he
should have – but he lapsed into his comfort zone and once again things were
said to Nanako when she came home that nearly caused her to cry. Only this time
she told him she hated him before running to her room and somehow, in the back
of his drunken mind, it made him feel relieved. At least she felt something for
him and he fully deserved it.
He had passed out on the couch after a few more drinks and only woke around
five in the morning when the sounds of rain hitting the patio door alerted him.
He lay on the couch and watched it for a while, listening to the silence of the
house and reflecting again on why he did the things he did when a shuffling
upstairs made him get up.
Souji was awake. He felt his jaw twitch and he went back to lying on his side
thinking about the child. His first day of school, ever, was coming up and
Dojima felt himself getting nervous as a plethora of thoughts entered his mind
on what could go wrong. What if Souji mentioned his past? He told him not to
ever do it and the boy seemed good on his word but it still bothered him as if
somehow it would get out. Things always did in a small town.
His next was over his acceptance. He had read enough newspapers describing
ostracizing of students who weren’t wealthy or were ugly that often lead them
to suicide and it bothered him to think that it was possible that could happen
to Souji. He wasn’t ugly by any means – hell, the kid was beautiful in a
strangely feminine way for a male – but he for sure wasn’t wealthy and was an
outsider coming to a school full of kids who grew up together.
He pressed his lips together tight as he wondered what to do. A humorous
thought of leaving an ema at the shrine asking the gods to help Souji came to
his thoughts but it was merely to amuse himself. He didn’t believe in that crap
even though Chisato did and her death only soured his view on the matter more.
He struggled to get up off the couch, his head feeling like a shaken can of
soda, and he leaned over to place his elbows on his knees, folding his hands to
rest his chin on so he could think. No, not think – worry. He was worried about
Souji.
As he sat, trying to come up with something to do about his troubling thoughts
of Souji’s school, he felt his stomach turn and he winced as the feeling of
purging himself took over. Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach really did a
number on him. He found himself getting up to stagger upstairs and take over
the bathroom for a while, pissing out probably fifty dollars’ worth of beer and
throwing up another twenty.
He didn’t remember passing out but at some point he did because Souji was over
him shaking his shoulder with a worried look on his face. “Dojima-san?”
“Souji…” he muttered and he ran his tongue over his dry lips. The boy kept his
hand on his shoulder and he pressed his lips together, trying to understand
Dojima’s condition. Dojima reached up and, well, he meant to ruffle his hair
but he ended up stroking his cheek instead. “What time is it?”
“It’s seven. Nanako-chan wants the bathroom… she asked me to get you out.”
Dojima growled and slowly got up, head swimming once again as he did. He
briefly felt angry that his daughter sent someone else to get him, avoiding
confrontation again but his brain reminded him it was better this way. He was a
prick and fighting with his daughter at seven in the morning over the bathroom
would be extremely childish.
Souji tried to help but he just gently pushed the boy to the side and slowly
moved to his room. Every step he took he wanted to fall back down into the
black void he had been in but he managed to make it to his futon where he began
to strip. He tossed his shirt to the side and was removing his tie when he saw
a hand reach out to pick his shirt up. Souji had followed him in. He grunted at
him in annoyance.
“Souji, get out,” he muttered a bit more harshly than he should have and Souji
gave him a look of misery but he continued what he was doing; folding his
shirt. Dojima chose to ignore him as he kicked his pants off and fell onto his
bed in an unceremonious fashion.
“Dojima-san, why do you drink?” Souji asked him as he collected his pants and
Dojima let out a snort of laughter, his eyes closed as he felt the cool sheets
under his body.
“I drink because I’m a fucking idiot and a failure,” he replied and he let out
a few more chuckles at his own amusing words before he allowed himself to start
drifting between reality and fantasy. He felt a hand on his bare shoulder for a
second and then the sheets were being pulled from under him so they could be
brought up to cover his nearly naked form making him more comfortable.
“I don’t think you’re a failure, Dojima-san,” he heard Souji say and he just
murmured in return. Sleep was taking hold of him and he was plunged into an
ocean of warm, tropical waters that seemed to relax every muscle in his body.
Fish swam around him, the underwater current gently rocked him and he was at
peace in a world where he wasn’t himself.
He wasn’t a drunken failure here nor did he have worries about what type of
person he was. Here he could close his eyes and be nothing. He could be another
fish swimming happily in the ocean.
--
He had slept until Sunday. It was unheard of, especially for him, but
considering he nearly drank himself to death it made sense that he needed time
to recover. Tomorrow he would finally be back at work and his life could
resume.
Unfortunately he forgot that on Sunday, Nanako would be home and he slowly went
down the stairs to see Souji sitting by the low table watching television, his
daughter ignoring him completely. He decided to just go about his business.
There was nothing to talk about and eventually she would speak back but it
wouldn’t be for a while which suited him fine.
He made a pot of coffee and nearly shuddered when the first cup went down his
throat, the warmth and comfort it brought spreading through his exhausted body
and making him more alert, more aware of his surroundings. He went back
upstairs to the bathroom and winced at his reflection, his beard and hair
horribly unkempt and he took his time to fix himself up.
He got paid and he needed to go to Junes to get Souji some things to ensure he
would fit in at school before getting the groceries. He would be on his own
tomorrow and all Dojima could do was hope.
He downed his second cup of coffee he had brought with him before brushing his
teeth and again put on some casual clothes since there was no need to filthy
one of his shirts. He went down the stairs and into the living room where Souji
turned to look at him, Nanako staring at the television. He pointed at Souji
and beckoned him to come.
“Dojima-san?” Souji asked as he got up and Nanako briefly looked but she
quickly went back to her show. Dojima didn’t say anything and he headed to the
door, kicking on his shoes. He stood outside and waited for Souji, pulling out
a cigarette as he did and he inhaled the cool spring air, watching the dew
sparkle on the neighbour’s small collection of outside plants feeling calm for
once. The boy stepped outside and closed the door behind him, looking to him in
confusion and Dojima said nothing, listening to a few birds sing from a tree
nearby.
There were no sounds of traffic, any stress or uneasiness in the air. Just a
beautiful Sunday morning in a quiet mountain town; Dojima blew some smoke into
the air before he dug his keys out of his pocket. “We’re going to Junes to get
you some things,” he muttered as he dropped his nearly finished cigarette into
the coffee tin by the door.
Souji said nothing but he looked a bit confused and Dojima ruffled his hair
before his hand went to his shoulders and he pushed him towards the car. He was
pulling the gate back when his familiar enemy ran out from under the front of
the car and Souji gasped in surprise, his eyes wide as they watched the cat.
The cat jumped up the neighbour’s wall and sat for a moment, staring at the
both of them and Souji stared back in utter happiness.
“D-Dojima! Dojima-san, the cat!” he was like a five year old child who had just
seen the ocean. “Dojima-san!”
“I know Souji,” he muttered as he got into the car and started the engine.
Souji gave him a look, almost pleading for him to get the cat to come back and
Dojima rubbed his eyes and reached over to open the passenger side door to give
Souji a hint. The boy was reluctant but he eventually came when the blasted
animal jumped down into the neighbour’s yard and disappeared from view.
Souji sat down and continued to stare where the cat had been making Dojima sigh
in annoyance and a bit of amusement. The kid was cute.
“Alright, come on Souji,” he muttered as he pulled out and they began to slowly
make their way down the lane. “Start thinking about what you want to eat
tonight.”
“Anything,” the answer came blurting out and Dojima stared at him and shook his
head. He was impossible sometimes.
--
Junes was open when they arrived and thankfully barely anyone was around
allowing Dojima to relax as he walked with Souji in tow beside him, still in
awe of the advertisements and shops. The first place they stopped was where all
the stationary and school supplies were. Dojima loaded a basket up with
notebooks and pens and Souji looked so excited that he wondered if he was going
to faint.
He gathered up a few more things before he turned to Souji who was staring at a
few books. He was fixated on one in particular about Origami and Dojima found
himself picking it up off the shelf making Souji flush with embarrassment.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean-” he fidgeted and Dojima ignored him as he flipped
through it. He was never into that stuff but he figured maybe getting Souji a
hobby like this wouldn’t be so bad. He shut the book and handed it to him.
“You want to do that?” he asked and Souji flushed and looked at the floor.
“S’lright kid, if you do. Doesn’t really bother me.”
“C-Can I learn how to do this?” he asked and he held the book out at him as if
it was some sort of magical power bestowing artifact. Dojima sighed through his
nose. He was starting to get worried again about how Souji would be in school.
“That’s the reason for the book, isn’t it? I’ll buy it for you… consider it a
present,” he shrugged and he watched Souji stare at him before his cheeks
turned red and he gave him one of those uncomfortable looks of pure adoration.
“Wh-What?!”
“I’ve never gotten a present before,” Souji said softly, his eyes still glued
on him. “Thank you, Dojima-san…”
“Yeah, whatever,” he muttered back as he grabbed the book and threw it in the
basket, trying to ignore the odd feelings that were rising in his chest. He was
not a normal boy, he reminded himself. He doesn’t understand what is fully
appropriate yet and you’re misreading the situation. “Come on, we have to get
you a cell phone.”
Souji began to follow him again. “What’s a cell phone?” Dojima didn’t really
know how to answer that. He thought for a moment as they walked past the aisles
and he finally came up with a logical way to describe it to the child.
“You see how Nanako and I answer that thing on the shelf that rings, by the
calendar correct?” he asked and Souji gave a nod. “That’s a phone. A cell phone
is like that but you can take it anywhere. It will allow you to have constant
contact with me or Nanako even if we are not around. So, if you were at Junes
and I was at home and you wanted to ask me something, you use your cell phone.”
He looked to Souji who gave a nod, seeming to understand.
“If you make friends in school, you can give them your cell phone number and
keep in contact with them,” he added on as they made their way through the mall
towards one of the cell phone booths. “It can also be used for emergencies,” he
stopped and frowned as he turned to Souji who was standing behind him with a
blank expression. “Souji, if you ever get in trouble, do you know who to call?”
“…You?” Souji said simply and Dojima opened his mouth to tell him no, despite
the fact that he technically could.
“Yes, okay, you can phone me. But if you cannot get a hold of me, do you know
who you phone?” Souji shook his head. “Alright, Souji, in case of an emergency
like a fire or if you are very seriously injured, you phone 119. Phone 110 if
you need a policeman. Do not phone them unless you are in dire need of help,
understand?”
“Yes, Dojima-san,” he gave a nod and he sighed as he stared at him wondering if
any of this was sinking in. He found his jaw twitching.
“Souji, what were you studying yesterday?” he quickly asked to test him and
Souji blinked and frowned but he narrowed his eyes as he began to think.
“The Ming Dynasty of China had great agricultural improvements and population
growths during its time. The Tributary system became bigger and areas under it
had to pay a tribute system to the Emperor because China was seen as a superior
nation,” he rattled off as if he was reading the text. Dojima raised a brow,
impressed.
“What is a cell phone?” he asked quickly again and Souji stared for a moment
before he again narrowed his eyes.
“It’s a way I can communicate to you and Nanako and friends if you are not
around me,” he said simply.
“Who do you phone if you are in an emergency?”
“119, unless I need police. Then it’s 110.” Dojima stared at the boy. Despite
his concerns, the kid seemed to have a good grasp on processing knowledge even
though he often acted as a child in situations. Maybe he would do fine in
school after all and he needn’t worry. Dojima pressed his tongue against his
cheek and he decided to press one last matter, a question that had been
bothering him since he saw Souji on the stage.
“Souji, were you the only male Rabbit that was at the compound?” he asked and
Souji said nothing but his eyes went down.
“No, there was another before me… but he didn’t last very long,” he said and he
continued before Dojima could ask why. “They said he was brought in too late
and he wouldn’t obey, even when the Wolves threatened him. He was too old… so
he got eaten… and then I came and was much younger and they were happy.”
He didn’t want to ask, in case it made him sick but he had to. It was burning
in the back of his mind. “How old were you Souji,” he asked and he immediately
began feeling ill when Souji winced.
“I was four.”
--
It had started to rain when they went home, the car loaded with groceries and
Souji glued to the blue cell phone Dojima had purchased for him. They hadn’t
spoken much since Dojima had asked the question, mostly because it took most of
the day for him to get over the urge to throw up on the floor. His skin was
still crawling every time he looked at the boy who had moved on from their
conversation; now back to his usual quiet self not taking note on why Dojima
was so frazzled.
He knew the auctioneers took girls in at a young age, he had seen it for
himself, but the fact that Souji had been a child, a baby practically, made his
heart heavy over what the boy had actually suffered through. No child should
have grown up like that.
He pulled into the driveway where the cat was waiting and instead of honking
his horn like he usually did, he nudged Souji. Souji looked up and his eyes got
big once again as excitement took him over as he unbuckled his seatbelt and
leaned forward on the dash to see the cat. Dojima watched him sadly, his heart
breaking again as he recalled Souji mentioning he had never seen one that
close.
“Dojima-san! Dojima-san!” he was getting worked up again as his forehead hit
the windshield. “The cat! The cat’s here!”
“He sleeps under my car,” Dojima said softly, eyes still on the boy. Souji
didn’t take notice.
“Can I feed it? Will he come? Can I pet it?” he began to babble and before he
could answer Souji opened the door and stood in the rain, staring at the cat.
The blasted thing looked at Souji, wary, but it didn’t hiss like it did with
Dojima. Souji stepped forward and was under the garage, his hair wet and
shoulders soaked with rainwater.
He moved a bit too close for the animal’s comfort and it bolted making Souji
let out a whine of disappointment as he watched it run for the neighbour’s
house. Dojima took that moment to pull in completely and shut his car off,
sitting for a moment as he was lost in thought. Souji shut the passenger door,
making him snap out of his daze and he exited and watched the boy open the
trunk and pull out some bags. He looked to Dojima for confirmation that what he
was doing was right.
He nodded and Souji ran to the door, opening it and disappearing inside. Dojima
picked up a few bags but his mind was still on Souji, the feeling of
helplessness inside of him growing. He needed to stop those sick fucking
people; not just for Souji but for all the children they were kidnapping and
stealing their lives away with. It angered him that no one had done anything up
until that point that it had never been taken down considering that Souji
seemed about seventeen meaning it had been going on for a while.
He dropped the bags in the entrance hall and went to get the rest, slamming the
trunk down harder than he thought, his anger now taking over his initial pity
for Souji. He dumped the rest of the bags in the hall and grabbed his cell
phone off the counter, immediately dialing Adachi’s number as he could no
longer wait.
It rang twice before Adachi picked up. “Dojima-san?”
“Adachi,” he snapped as he went up the stairs to his room, shutting the door
for privacy. “What have you found out about the auctions? Can you identify
anyone yet?”
There was an awkward pause. “Uh, Dojima-san, I’m at home… and you’re still…”
He nearly threw the phone against the wall. “Adachi! For fuck’s sakes! Just
tell me what you know! I’m back tomorrow so what does it matter?!” That seemed
to smarten the young detective up.
“Ah, yeah, right,” there was a brief sound of him putting something down –
probably chopsticks since he never seemed to stop eating – and a moment before
he spoke again. “Well, we ran the photos but they were really dark so we had to
send them to the lab for cleanup. So far, we can’t make out anyone but we at
least have a lot of photos of the girls. We were going to try running them to
see if they can be identified with missing persons but we don’t know if these
girls are Japanese or not. So it could take a while.”
Dojima pursed his lips together. “Right. Good,” he let out a sigh. He was
tempted to ask Souji if he knew what his nationality was but he doubted the boy
knew. Something in him nagged that he was but he had no proof, other than his
intuition. “Has any other rumors come up about the auction taking place again?”
“No, none of the guys have said anything. We’re getting worried that the
auctioneers have moved on,” Adachi replied and Dojima thought for a moment
before he muttered to himself.
“They probably went back to Hokkaido.”
“Hokkaido?” his partner asked quickly and Dojima blinked, unaware he said
anything. “What makes you think that?”
He was going to mention Souji but he restrained himself, remembering his
initial suspicion on why. “The ringmaster had an accent… sounded northern like
he was from there.”
“Right, your notes mentioned that,” Adachi replied and there was another
silence between them. “Sorry, Dojima-san, there’s not much that came up. I
guess we’ll work on it more tomorrow when you get back.”
“Yeah,” he rubbed his temple. “Adachi, we need to take down these fucking
pricks.”
He said it in all seriousness so when his partner gave a laugh it infuriated
him once more. “Yeah, we will Dojima-san, don’t you worry! You should enjoy
your day off! Oh, though it’s raining so…”
He hung up. He didn’t know why but when his stupid partner became all aloof he
found himself unable to control his anger and frustration and he had to get
away from him. He had suspicions that Adachi was merely acting but sometimes
the detective did things that were beyond idiotic and Dojima had a hard time
believing it was a ruse. Besides, what was the gain?
He found himself going back downstairs to see Souji unpacking with Nanako by
his side. They stopped when he came in as if waiting for an explanation but he
didn’t give one. He instead checked a few of the bags, ignoring how stiff the
two were at how silent he was and he reached down and pulled out two Kit-kat
bars. He tossed one at Souji and handed the strawberry one specifically to
Nanako.
She took it, biting her lip as she did, but she accepted it and that was all he
needed. “Thank you,” she said quietly and he reached down to place his hand on
her head, keeping it there for a minute as he watched Souji stare at the
chocolate in his hand.
“You can eat it,” he said gruffly and Souji gave him one of those looks of
adoration that he was starting to hate and he tore into it swiftly, practically
devouring it in one bite. Both Nanako and Dojima stared.
It turned out to be the only weird thing for the rest of the day. Dojima found
himself watching television with Nanako, reading the paper as he did and Souji
remained upstairs, finishing the last of his studying before he came down to
get them to help with his cell phone. He couldn’t figure it out for the life of
him, his phone was an older model, but Nanako was immediately putting
customized ringtones on it and she snapped a photo of herself so her picture
would come up if she phoned.
Souji was very impressed by her knowledge and the two stayed by each other’s
side for the night, Nanako now back to her usual self with her cheery smile
plastered on her face. After it started to get dark, Dojima sent them off to
bed. Souji needed to rest to prepare for his day at school and he nearly
bounded up the stairs, his excitement once again not fleeting.
Dojima had gone to bed at a fairly decent time himself but at four in the
morning he was woken up by his cell ringing.
“Dojima-san? It’s Adachi,” his partner said in a serious tone which made him
sit up in his futon.
“What’s the matter?” he muttered as he rubbed his face, trying to concentrate
as his dreams still tugged at his thoughts.
“There’s been a murder.”
 
-------
 
Chapter 6: Crane Neck
 
There was a heavy fog that had roamed over the Inaba area and it took some time
to get to the crime scene near the Samegawa River, especially after they had to
alert the schools in the area to be dismissed; adding with the mess of trying
to not let children see but eventually Dojima and Adachi made it. He was the
first one out of the car, lighting a cigarette out of habit and he strode
forward towards the officers that had the area blocked off, a large boom lift
looking awkward in the alley. Dojima nodded up, waiting for an explanation.
“Dojima-san,” the officer nodded politely and he looked over his shoulder as
one of the officers made a motion for them to bring the lift down. “We found
this scene early in the morning when one after we got a call. Looks like the
victim was killed last night… throat’s been slit from ear to ear and was
dangling from a telephone pole.”
Dojima narrowed his eyes. His first thought was of the teenage kid who tried
cutting his girlfriend’s throat during their attempted robbery but he was still
incarcerated. Had someone seen and gotten the same idea? He frowned and began
to wonder the significance of hanging the body when Adachi came to his side.
“Whoa, what’s the crane for?” he asked and Dojima grumbled at his lack of class
in asking.
“Body was found hanging from a pole,” he said bluntly as he sucked on his
cigarette, getting the most out of it before so he could enter the crime scene.
“You look for clues. I’m going to check out the victim.”
He tossed his cigarette down, stepped on it, and ducked under the yellow tape
to make his way to the boom lift where the officers were handling the body;
they were placing it down gently on the asphalt. Adachi moved under the tape
behind him and moved off to the left side, scanning the fence while Dojima came
forward, eyes locked on the corpse that finally had been taken down from
inquiring eyes.
Dojima cocked his head as he looked at it noting how it was female victim by
her exposed breasts and hip size. He came to stand by her head, looking down at
her slit throat and he found his eyes locked on her only piece of clothing – a
pair of white panties. He moved to the side after a moment.
He dropped his coat on the bar of the boom lift and carefully went back to the
girl’s left side, crouching down as he studied her face, his eyes on the deep
gash that maimed her throat. It was done quite violently, obviously close too
and he pulled out his notebook as he began to write down a few of his
observations. The coroner would be able to give him a better explanation as to
how she died but for now he acted in their stead as they were still not
present.
Her only major wound was her throat he jotted it down after he turned her head
and checked her other vitals to confirm his observation. He saw no other signs
of trauma on her and he wrote it down as the temporary cause of death before he
studied the wound. He tilted her head a bit, eyes on the laceration and he took
a moment to scan his internal memory for what could have caused it. It was
obviously done with knife but he couldn’t tell what kind.
It was something he would have to look into once the coroner got her cleaned up
as her entire neck and collarbone was covered in dried blood, staining her
skin. He briefly looked up at the telephone pole and followed it down, but
there looked to be no signs of blood on it indicating she was killed somewhere
else before being placed on display. He clicked his tongue and began focusing
on the other parts of the body that could help with the investigation.
He checked her wrists and hands to see if she had possibly struggled but he
found nothing under the short nails clean; they were clean. Though he did note
that she bit her fingernails causing him to wonder what sort of stress she was
under to do such a habit. It brought him to his next question over what she
possibly did for a living but there was no sign of a purse with her or any type
of identification for that matter.
They could find more with her fingerprints once they got them analyzed, he
resolved and he moved to look at the rest of her body, pondering why she was so
exposed.
He looked to the officers standing by. “She was like this when she was found?”
“Yes sir,” one of them nodded and he came forth between the three of them. “A
young girl found her while she was walking home from work. She was like this
until we got here and called to get a boom lift. Sick, isn’t it?”
Dojima only nodded. He looked up to the pole and squinted, barely seeing the
top since the fog was still hanging but it was plausible the girl had seen her
late at night; there was a lamppost nearby that could have illuminated the
grisly scene.
“Where is the witness?” he asked, a doubt lingering in his mind if this person
was really that. He knew how some criminals would report the body as if they
were the hero to find it only to stand off watching the police scramble to find
a clues and a motive, getting off on the chaos they created.
“She went home, she was getting pretty ill at the sight and constant
questions,” the officer said with sympathy. “We took down her statement and got
her address if you want.”
“Yes, I’d like to do a follow-up,” Dojima said and he turned to ask another
question when Adachi yelled his name and started to jog over.
“Dojima-san, I found-!” he stopped when he saw the body and Dojima watched the
colour drain from his face. He gritted his teeth.
“What?” he snapped at him but he could tell his partner was gone; he had seen
that look before from rookie police officers. Adachi staggered back and then
began to run towards where his car was parked, stumbling as he did. Dojima made
a fist with his hands, struggling to control himself and after it had passed he
gave the officers a signal to wait as he followed Adachi out to the riverbank
side. He was retching all over the grass.
“Adachi, get yourself pulled the fuck together!” he snapped as he came to stand
near him, irritated that he was acting in such a way. “Don’t you tell me this
is the first dead body you’ve ever seen?”
He stared at the back of Adachi’s head and he watched it begin to nod making
him groan in frustration. “Get it together, rookie. If you’re going to be a
detective then you had better get used to the sight of corpses, understand!?”
he barked louder at his partner.
“Dojima-san?” A soft voice called and he looked over his shoulder in anger –
which disappeared quite quickly when he saw his ‘nephew’ looking blankly back
at him. He was standing with two girls – which shocked him even more – and the
three of them looked at him nervously when they noticed the crime scene, one of
the girls turning to look at it every few seconds when the boom lift started to
be brought out. Dojima looked at his watch; it was nearly three despite it
feeling earlier and he walked up the slope to hound down on Souji ignoring
Adachi as he did.
“Souji, what the hell are you doing around here?” he immediately asked and he
saw the one black haired girl – she looked familiar – now staring towards the
yellow tape and officers and he side-stepped to block their view making her
flush and look to the ground.
Souji bit his lip as he looked at him. “We were told we had to go, something
bad had happened. They-” he stopped as he looked to the two girls and seemed to
panic a little, forgetting his manners. “Sorry, Dojima-san, this is Miss
Satonaka and Miss Amagi. They asked if I wanted to walk home with them.”
He gave him almost a proud look but Dojima’s scowl made him stop and once again
have that look of misery on his face. The two girls exchanged glances.
“Goddammit,” Dojima muttered. “We told the schools not to let their students
come down here…” He found himself folding his arms and looking into the
distance, irritation plaguing his thoughts.
“Hey, it was our fault!” The brunette girl piped up and Dojima stared at her
making her almost lose her nerve to speak. “I mean, um, sorry sir. W-We met
your nephew in class and he’s really new to being in Inaba so we said we’d show
him around.”
“That’s right,” the black haired girl piped up and he narrowed his eyes at her
as he tried to once again place where he knew her. She seemed to shrink under
his gaze as well. “We didn’t mean to come down here and cause Souji to get in
trouble… we thought we’d take the long way home and introduce him to country
life. We weren’t told not to approach Samegawa.”
Dojima said nothing as he took in the information. He had to admit he was
pleased that Souji had already made at least two acquaintances but they came at
the wrong time – he couldn’t let them see what had happened. He put on his best
parental face as he stared at the three of them but before he could say
anything, Adachi came stumbling up the slope.
“Dojima-san, I’m sorry. I think I’m okay now…” he paused when he saw the three
students. “Who are they?”
The three teenagers looked to Dojima who was gritting his teeth. He didn’t have
time for this. “Adachi, get back in there,” he pointed at the alley. “And wait
for me. You three,” he pointed to them making them stiffen. “Look, I understand
what you were trying to do and it’s very nice. I appreciate you going out of
your way to make Souji feel comfortable… But all of you need to go straight
home right now. If you see any students walking this way, tell them to turn
around.”
“Why?” the brunette cut in and Dojima gave her a hard look. Adachi instead said
what they didn’t need to hear.
“A girl was murdered here last night and her body was tossed up on a pole,” he
bluntly mentioned and Dojima turned on him, barely able to control himself.
“Adachi,” he practically snarled. “Get back in that alley before I make you
into a crime scene!”
It was all he had to say to send the young detective sheepishly running back to
his post. He let out a sigh and rubbed his now pounding temples as he turned
back to the boy and his two classmates. He was paled and giving him a look of
sorrow; it made his stomach twist.
“Souji, go home. I’ll be in tonight,” he said quietly and it took a moment for
the kid to register it but he gave a nod. The brunette reached for Souji’s
sleeve and tugged, pulling him back in the direction they came.
“Come on, Souji. Let’s leave your Uncle alone to work,” she gave him a worried
look. “He’ll solve it, right?”
The three seemed to wait with baited breath and Dojima gave a serious nod.
“Don’t worry,” was all he could say and the three looked a bit less scared as
they turned around and headed back in the direction they came, quietly talking
as they did.
Dojima watched them for a while as if his gaze would keep them safe and he
pulled out his notebook once again once they disappeared into the still heavy
fog and walked back past the yellow tape towards where Adachi stood with his
back to the victim.
He was giving him a curious look. “What?!” he snapped as his anger came back.
“And goddammit Adachi, are you fucking insane for telling a bunch of kids there
was a murder?! What is wrong with you?!”
“S-Sorry Dojima-san,” he looked a bit wounded at his words. “It just slipped
out by accident.”
“Well see that you keep your trap shut from now on!” he said and he waited for
Adachi to go on further but the detective seemed to clam up. It was really
irritating him now. “Did you find anything?!”
“Oh, right, yeah,” he snapped out of his daze and he walked towards the bottom
of the telephone pole to show him what he had found. Dojima looked at the
marker beside something white and when his brain processed it he froze. It was
a pair of white bunny ears, similar to the ones Souji had worn at the auction.
He immediately looked back to the victim, at her bare body save for the panties
and he started to feel sick. She was a Rabbit.
--
He was exhausted by the time he went home. He had been brought up to speed on
the, well, very little investigating that had gone down when he was suspended
and after seeing the coroner to determine the cause of death, he had poured
relentlessly over the clues they got that could help indicate if she was killed
by a Wolf or a Master.
None of the officers around him really understood when he explained – it was
weird to call pedophiles and murders the names the Rabbits referred to them as
– but they all agreed that this had become central now; they needed to stop the
auctions as it was now more than selling girls.
Dojima frowned as he thought to how the girl was killed, the words of the
coroner ringing in his ears over how her throat slit from behind so she never
saw it coming explaining the lack of struggle. He slowly walked into the living
room, lost in his thoughts and almost tripped on Souji as he did, staggering
for a moment before he shot him an angry look. Both Nanako and Souji stared at
him and he sighed, feeling guilty and weary from everything that happened that
day.
“Sorry,” he muttered as he took his place on the couch and his head hit the
back, his eyes on the ceiling. A feeling came over him, one of dread for
Souji’s life and he looked to the boy who was staring at him, equally scared
making his stomach clench.
Thankfully Nanako interrupted.
“Souji made some friends today,” she said and Dojima stared at her stupidly for
a moment before he recalled seeing him earlier with two girls. Good. They
should focus on that and dispel the feelings and tension that was creeping into
the room.
“Yes, Souji, how was your first day?” he asked and Souji shifted, his cheeks
turning a little red as he stared at the table.
“I have a homeroom teacher,” he started like a five year old child once again.
“He told me I was bad.”
“What? Why?” Dojima immediately tensed up and Souji kept frowning as he stared
at the table.
“He said I was pervert like all the other boys and only wanted the girls and to
be bad with them,” he shot his head up to look at Dojima in almost horror. “B-
But I don’t! I don’t even know what he meant! Did I do something wrong?!”
Dojima tried to hide his smile but he couldn’t help a small laugh escape him.
He heard this story before from one of the other detectives in his office about
a teacher who thought all the boys were nothing but perverts who chased the
girls. What was his name? Mooroka? Something like that? Souji continued to
stare at him; flushing, he waved his hand.
“S-Souji,” he couldn’t help but laugh again. “That’s… just the way that teacher
is. You aren’t bad. He assumes every male is.” It seemed to put the boy at ease
and his shoulders fell back down. “Was that all?”
“No,” Souji shook his head, calm now. “I mean, I learned some things today and
I gave the principal back his books. Oh and I met those girls who were really
nice, but the one, Chie, kicked another boy because he broke her DVD.”
He turned to Nanako as if he recalled something. “Oh, um, what’s a DVD?”
Nanako only giggled. “You don’t know?”
“Nanako, don’t be rude,” Dojima immediately reprimanded and her giggling
stopped.
“…Jeez.”
Souji’s eyes moved between the two of them, waiting for an explanation but
nothing came; only an uncomfortable tension that seemed to permanently linger
in the household. Dojima sighed when he felt his stomach rumble – reminding
himself he hadn’t eaten all day – and he got up, ruffling Souji’s hair as he
made his way to the kitchen to look for something to eat.
The fridge only providing a half-eaten pack of onigiri to nourish himself and
he took it, not wanting to spend time attempting to cook. He walked back to the
living room and quietly ate one as he did and he caught Souji staring at him
like a dog begging for food. It made him sigh even louder. Didn’t he eat
already?
He took one from the pack and threw the other two at the kid watching him
nearly choke as he ate them causing Nanako to look over. He began to wonder if
Souji had a serious eating disorder when the news came on, interrupting his
concerns.
“And now, a look at the foggy town of Inaba where police are left scrambling in
panic to figure out a murder that took place early that morning.”
Dojima narrowed his eyes.
“Early in the morning, a young girl was found dead hanging from a telephone
pole in the Samegawa River area. She seemed to be naked implying that she was
sexual assaulted before being murdered-”
Dojima couldn’t hold his tongue. “What the fuck, who said that?” he spat to
really no one in particular. The coroner had told him no such thing, that he
was still conducting tests on the body and it angered him that the news would
immediately jump to that.
“-leaving police scrambling to find a culprit and cause. We managed to get a
hold of the witness who found the body and ask her a few questions!”
Now he was really mad. He had stopped eating completely and glared at the
television screen as if it would do anything but it only shot to a blurred
image of girl in a black uniform being hounded by a reporter.
“Can you tell us your thoughts on the body? What was going through your mind!?
Did you have any fears that the killer might see you? Do you think this was the
dealings of a rapist?”
“W-What?!” the voice was distorted but Dojima could hear the confusion and fear
in her voice. “I-I don’t… I…”
“What was it like, seeing someone like that? Did it sicken you? Did it frighten
you?!”
“L-Leave me alone!”
Dojima put his head into his hands. He still had to question the girl and
hearing her be attacked by the media like that made him groan knowing that now
he would have probably a lower chance of being able to question her. His head
was pounding already and he could feel that tomorrow he’d be up early to deal
with all this shit.
He tossed the half-eaten rice ball at Souji and made for the stairs, now too
mentally and physically exhausted to deal with the bullshit on the television.
He called back over his shoulder. “I’m going to bed.”
“Goodnight,” Nanako’s blank tone came back and he sighed as he began climbing
up.
“Goodnight, Dojima-san,” Souji’s soft voice came and he paused, thinking about
the boy for a second and he turned on the stairs.
“Souji,” that worry was filling his head again and he saw the boy shift, his
grey eyes meeting his; a quiet moment passed between them as he tried to find
the words. “Be safe tomorrow, alright?”
“I will Dojima-san,” he said back and he nodded in confirmation. That’s all he
needed. He made his way to the top of the stairs, his eyes falling down as he
walked the hall and when his body hit the futon he succumb to a black sleep
that offered no comfort.
 
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Chapter 7: Sound and Vision
 
As per usual, Adachi was late.
Dojima said nothing as he scanned the files on his desk, taking another long
sip of coffee but his eyes shot to the clock as he did. Stupid bastard should
be there.
His phone rang distracting him from his thoughts. A familiar number flashed on
the screen and Dojima placed his cup down, gently taking the receiver. “Okake-
san, do you have anything?”
“If you have time, I’d like you to come down to my office. I found some
interesting things I’d like to discuss with you,” the older man’s voice
crackled on the phone and Dojima nodded before he hung up and grabbed his mug
and jacket. Out of everyone that occupied the Inaba police department, Shiroshi
Okake was the only one who never caused him any stress which, well, made him
respect the man.
He was their coroner and a good one at that. His services weren’t often needed
so he picked up the slack by doing extra filing around the office and focusing
on cold cases but Dojima heard he had been a pretty good officer when he was
younger. Promising; but he was drawn more to dead bodies than the gun and had
moved into that field after a young woman was murdered decades ago. The first
big murder in Inaba, he recalled.
He took the stairs to the first floor of their building and walked past he
reception desk, nodding to the young secretary who sat there on the phone.
Before the police station renovated – which was long overdue – Okake had worked
in a separate building and it was a pain to constantly drive to where he was
every time he had something to show him. Now he was downstairs, on the floor
where all the cold cases were kept and Dojima often found himself there; not
only to see the older man but to get away from the noise of the office
sometimes.
He took another set of stairs down and drank a bit of his coffee as he pushed
the door open with his back, the silence hitting him when he entered the long,
cold hall. It was like he had entered another world.
He quietly made his way to where Okake worked and saw the dead Rabbit on a
slab, her chest open exposing her insides to the world. He remembered when he
first watched Okake open up a dead body and how the sounds of a person’s ribs
being broken disturbed him the most. He hated that sound more than anything… It
was a reminder how fragile humans really were.
“Okake-san,” Dojima said quietly as he strode in, staring at the man who was
weighing some organ on a scale. The white-haired man turned around and gave him
a smile from behind his glasses.
“Ryotaro, good to see you,” he greeted casually and Dojima’s eyes went down to
stare at the blood that stained the front of his coat. It was surreal. “I’m
just weighing the liver. Fascinating thing our body parts are…”
“What do you got?” Dojima cut right to it as he came forward and peeked into
the girl’s chest as if he could tell what Okake had summoned him for. The
coroner put down his pen and walked forward, standing on the opposite side with
his hands behind his back.
“Ryotaro-chan, you expressed that this girl was special, did you not?” he said
with an amused expression and Dojima scowled at him as he took another drink of
his now half-empty cup.
“Don’t call me that,” he muttered sourly and Okake chuckled to himself; man had
an odd sense of humor. “Yes, she’s special. She’s initially a slave that was
owned by a group who sell humans through the underground… Her murder may be
linked to them, showing they are getting more dangerous.”
“Yes, I thought she might have been something like that, a slave. She has
various signs of mistreatment, I found,” Okake said sadly as he walked down to
stand at her hips, his index finger coming out to point at her pelvis. “She has
signs of sexual abuse that have been going on for years, as indicating by the
scarring on her vaginal walls and it seems she had an operation to prevent her
from having children but it has been hastily done... I assume these slaves are
being made for sexual intercourse, are they not?”
Dojima felt his jaw twitch as his mind again went to Souji. “Yeah…” was all he
could say and he watched the old man nod.
“Yes, well then, I would say she was definitely treated like that so that’s now
concrete evidence… but the secondary point I’m getting to is that there is no
recent indication that she had any trauma forced upon her genitals… so I can
say that it’s possible she was not raped before her throat was slit,” his hand
moved away to clasp behind his back and Dojima gave a nod as he remembered the
news report. The older man read his mind. “Yes, I too watched the news last
night and wanted to confirm that their accusation was false.”
“Everything on the news is false,” Dojima said bitterly and the coroner gave a
laugh as he took a few steps to stand at the girl’s chest. “Is that all?”
“No, of course not. I could have told you that on the phone if it was,” he
mused. “If you’ll also be happy to know, I have identified the knife used to
cut her throat. It seems to be an American made Bowie Hunting Knife, quite long
too. The serrated edge was used to make the initial mark before the blade went
over it to completely slice her throat, severing the internal carotid artery.”
Dojima winced at the thought. She was cut twice... He made a movement to check
her throat and he stared at the now cleaned wound, the torn skin that made a
perfect ring. He didn’t want to think about how long she lived before she bled
out completely.
“Ah, another thing, I am finding signs this girl was malnourished,” Okake held
up his hand in a type of eureka moment as he moved back to his table where the
liver was still located. “If you didn’t already notice, her hair and nails are
very brittle which I decided to follow up research on. Her liver is confirming
it, though.”
“She was underfed, like all the other Rabbits,” Dojima muttered as he looked
into his coffee cup. Okake stopped and stared at him with a curious look in his
eyes.
“Yes, Ryotaro, I meant to ask… There’s a rumor that you actually bought one of
these children who were being sold. How much truth is there in that?” he leaned
forward and Dojima clenched his jaw, not in the mood to discuss it.
“Okake-san, rumors should never be taken as truth, you should know that,” he
muttered and he swirled the liquid cooling in his mug before he downed it
completely. “What did you do with the victims clothes?”
“They are sealed and across town with the lab for testing along with
fingerprints and a hair sample,” the old man said and he gave a shrug of his
shoulders. “But at least you know the weapon used and that these girls are
being misused for sex. Poor things…”
“Yes, thank you,” he gave him a short bow. “Phone me if you have anything
else.”
“Don’t I always?”
Dojima held up his cup as he left in a type of further thanks. He made his way
back upstairs to the bustling world where is desk was and he furrowed his brows
when he saw Adachi. He was sitting at his desk typing furiously on one of the
company issued laptops. Dojima threw his coat against the back of his chair and
sat down to glare at the younger detective who noticeably shrunk in his seat
despite never taking his eyes off the laptop screen.
“Adachi,” Dojima said in an annoyed voice and he watched him shift
uncomfortably in his chair. “You’re late.”
“Sorry, Dojima-san… I went back to the crime scene,” he said which made Dojima
blink in shock. He leaned over on his desk.
“Now why would you go and do that?” he said softly and he watched the younger
detective start to flush in embarrassment. “Adachi.”
“…I left my phone there,” he stuttered sheepishly and Dojima let out a breath
through his nostrils, glaring at his incompetent partner. No wonder he had been
transferred…
“Adachi, get your shit,” he snapped as he stood up and walked to the coffee
maker, pouring himself a cup to take on the go while he listened to the younger
man balk and scramble to ready himself.
“W-Why?! Where are we going? …You’re not going to kill me, are you?”
“We’re going to see the witness, you idiot. Saki Konishi? It’s time we got a
real report from her,” he muttered as he grabbed his coat and the keys to his
vehicle, heading for the elevator while Adachi stumbled and came up behind him.
“I don’t like the witness report she gave us.”
“Is that your Detective’s Intuition talking?” Adachi asked cheerfully and
Dojima scowled at him; he mentioned it once in passing and now his partner
treated it like it was a joke. It only solidified his desire to work alone
sometimes.
“Shut up.”
--
They pulled up to a quiet neighbourhood near the Shopping District, Dojima
growling as he was forced to park on the narrow street. He hoped no one would
come by otherwise if they wanted to get through they would end up scratching
his car. Damn thing had to last now since he was an idiot. Adachi gave him an
odd look and he snapped his fingers and pointed at the door; he wasn’t
explaining himself.
It was near noon; he knew the Konishi family ran the liquor store in town but
it was closed meaning there was a good chance they would be at home. He had
called the high school previously to hear if Saki had gone and he was informed
she had not, she had taken ill.
His partner raised his hand to knock at the door but Dojima stopped him. He
might as well brief the young idiot before they went in. “Adachi, the Konishi
family runs the liquor store near the Shopping District. They are a very proud
family so mind your fucking manners. This is also a high school girl we’ll be
talking to so no mention of any intimate details about the case. It is the
‘victim’ or ‘deceased’, got it?”
“Dojima-san, I’ve done interviews before…” Adachi muttered and Dojima frowned
at his tone. There was something he didn’t like about it but he didn’t press it
and let go of his wrist. Adachi sighed and gave a hard knock on the wood
panelling, both standing uncomfortably at the door.
There was no answer. They exchanged a look and Adachi knocked again, this time
a bit harder as Dojima reached into his pocket and absently played with his
lighter, running it over his fingers. Adachi let out a little breath when
nothing answered again and he banged once more, this time not stopping until
the door was ripped open. The two detectives stiffened as a young male stared
at them with cold eyes.
“What do you want?!” he asked in a snotty tone and Dojima narrowed his eyes. He
hated dealing with brats.
“We’re here to speak to your sister, Saki Konishi. Is she in?” he took a stab,
judging the boy to be her younger brother based off his appearance alone. The
boy rolled his eyes and went back into the house, calling her name loudly.
“Sa-a-aki, the door!” Adachi stepped in after the kid and Dojima sighed before
he followed slipping his shoes off as he did. They entered the dark home,
barely seeing any lights on and the young boy stopped them in the hallway,
refusing to let them go further. Dojima clenched his jaw in irritation. “She’s
coming,” he said with an upturn of his nose. “Just stay here. She’s probably
going to send you away.”
“Son, we’re the police,” Adachi said in a light voice. “I mean, we’re
detectives! We’re just here to make sure your sister is okay!”
“Well she is,” he began to leave and Adachi frowned as he looked to Dojima.
Dojima shook his head.
“Teenagers,” he mumbled which seemed to make his partner feel a little better
but there was still an air of uncomfortable tension as they waited for the girl
to come. Dojima took the time to try and get an idea of the surroundings but it
was hard to see when the only light was the stream coming in from behind them.
He did notice a calendar on the wall and was able to make out several dates
circled in red with the letter S written in the middle.
The sound of heavy footsteps coming from upstairs directed his attention
forward and he watched as a young girl came from around the corner, her arms
folded against her chest with eyes cast downwards. She stopped shortly in front
of them, just enough for the light from the door to highlight her body up to
the middle of her waist, her cream sweater glowing in the light.
“Yes?” she said in a quiet voice and Dojima sighed. Adachi took the lead.
“Are you Saki Konishi?” he asked and she give gave a shrug, half-hearted and
distant.
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Well, uh, I’m Adachi Tohru and this is my partner, Ryotaro Dojima,” he held a
hand out to Dojima who nodded in response. “We’re detectives with the Inaba
police station.”
“I already gave my statement,” she said bluntly and Adachi frowned and quickly
looked to Dojima. He had a feeling this would happen.
“Y-Yes, we know but we just would like to confirm some things…” he stumbled and
the girl shifted in place, still not looking at him.
“Look, I said what I saw. I don’t want to go through this again!” she snapped
and Adachi stiffened and held his tongue. Dojima decided to step in and he took
his hand out of his pocket to appear more casual.
“Miss Konishi, we know you gave a statement and we know this is hard for you…
But we’re the detectives who are handling this case and the report you gave
yesterday didn’t answer some things. This will only take a moment-”
“I don’t care! I don’t want to talk about it!” her voice broke out and she
stared up at him, angry, her composure gone but he could tell her true
feelings. She was still scared. “Just leave!”
“It’s alright to be frightened,” he said softly and he watched her eyes shake.
He had hit the nail on the head. “We want to prevent such a thing like that
from happening again… Please, we just need a few moments.”
She hesitated and shifted in her place. Dojima heard a small noise and he
looked beyond her, seeing a figure in the dim light standing near the stairs
where she had come. He could tell it was probably her brother and his gaze
shifted back to her, seeing how agitated she was.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Not right now. So please leave,” she replied
and Dojima let out a soft sigh but he turned to go. They would get nothing from
them today he could tell.
“But, we-” Adachi cut in and he reached out to grab his shoulder roughly,
forcing him to turn on the spot towards the door.
“Come on, Adachi. Leave them be,” he instructed and his partner resisted for a
moment before his shoulders slumped and he went to retrieve his shoes. He
slipped his on and stepped back out to the sunlight, immediately pulling a
cigarette from his shoulder pocket to place between his lips. He heard the door
click behind him and Adachi gave out an obviously exaggerated sigh of
irritation but he said nothing as he got his lighter out.
“Dojima-san, what now? She won’t talk to us!” he complained and Dojima gave him
a look.
“I thought you’ve done interviews before… this is pretty common you know,” he
muttered and Adachi straightened, frowning as he did.
“I have but usually the victims cooperate, they don’t kick us out the door!” he
went into a crouching position and his arms hung down over his knees. “What do
we do now?”
“We wait,” Dojima said in a blank tone and he began to walk back to his car,
thankful it hadn’t been scratched. “Come on, Adachi. It’s noon. We’ll go to
Aiya’s and get some food.”
That perked his partner up. “R-Really Dojima-san!? Oh… but I’m short on cash
right now…”
“You’re always short on cash,” he muttered as he opened the door and got in,
rolling the window down. “I’ll buy…”
“Thanks Dojima-san!” Adachi jumped into the passenger side with more energy
than he had when they started that morning. “Oh, but why did you say we have to
wait? You know for that girl to talk to us?”
He turned on the engine and pulled the cigarette from his lips, blowing the
smoke at the windshield. “Just let her take a day to recover. She just saw a
body, Adachi… And she isn’t going to speak to us just yet. Not after her
interview last night which bombarded her. But… she’ll come around.”
“Is that your dete-” he started to ask and Dojima stepped on the gas pedal
making his car roar to drown out the rest of Adachi’s sentence. His partner
sunk back in his seat as he looked at him with the amount of rage he felt.
“Finish that sentence, Adachi… and I’ll make you repay me for every goddamn
dinner I have ever bought you.”
“S-Sorry…”
--
Dojima sighed as he shut the door behind him, his household quiet and dark. He
wasn’t surprised; it was one in the morning but he wished he could have seen
Souji before he went to bed. He wanted to hear about his second day in school,
make sure he was fitting in alright and, well, safe but… He sighed.
Work was more important right now. He needed to get as much information as he
could so they could solve this before it escalated. He set his shoes aside and
rubbed his sore neck as he slowly climbed the stairs, trying to be as quiet as
possible.
He paused at Souji’s door, opening it slightly to peek in and he saw the boy
sleeping soundly on his futon, the curtains to his window open letting the
moonlight pour in. He contemplated closing them but decided it was best to just
move on and he headed to his own room, groaning softly when he began to strip.
His back seemed to ache even more with each coming day.
 
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Chapter 8: Lead Ties
 
The sound of his phone vibrating woke him out of his dreamless sleep and he
quickly struggled to find it in the darkness, his hands searching frantically.
Once he located his pants he ripped the vibrating device from his pocket and
flipped it open, looking to see who was calling.
He saw the icon of an alarm on the screen confirming it had gone off, below it
the snooze button tempting him but Dojima didn’t take it. He sighed and shut
his phone instead as he rubbed his exhausted face. He forgot he set an alarm
and after a moment of contemplating going back to bed he dragged himself up,
the urge to piss immediately taking first priority in his mind. He hastily
grabbed his clothes and made his way to the bathroom, locking the door behind
him.
When the lights flicked on he let out a rather loud ‘fuck!’ in irritation as it
blinded him, his eyes still used to the darkness. Once he composed himself,
took the time to shave and look somewhat decent he made his way downstairs and
out the door. The sky showed signs that the sun was rising but it was still
dark enough that the lamps were lit leading a trail down to the interlocking
highway.
He could feel his skin tingle from the cool air but made no attempt to put on
his jacket; his compromise was to turn the heat up in his vehicle instead.
Dojima stared at the clock on his dash, pressing his lips together as he
realized he was only going to be running on less than four hours of sleep but
he put it out of his mind. The more he thought about it, the more exhausted
he’d be.
He took off down the highway towards the police department, shuffling through
the stations as he did. A cigarette hung between his lips and he sighed as he
drove, his mind wandering back to the case. Where in the hell did someone in
Inaba pick up an American hunting knife?
A brief thought to an American pickup truck flash in his mind and he gripped
the steering wheel tight, biting down on the cigarette. No… they were long
gone. It couldn’t be linked to that. He instead filled his thoughts on what to
look for first, possibly checking out the pawn shop in town or hitting up
Daidara to see if he would have known anything- not that he’d get anything from
the man. It was a long shot but it would have to do; he was moving on his guess
that the Rabbit was killed by her owner.
If that turned up no leads then it was possible she was killed by the
organization which means he would have to work fast to end their little
disgusting business. Not that he wasn’t planning on doing that anyways.
He pulled into his parking spot at the station and made sure he had his keys
before he locked the car and stubbed his cigarette out near the wheel. Once he
got upstairs he immediately went for a cup of coffee, looking at the young beat
cops who were struggling to stay awake. He let out a soft chuckle, remembering
how hard it had been for him to try and keep alert his first set of nights; he
had consumed two pots of coffee which started his addiction to the stuff.
Adachi’s desk was unoccupied and Dojima sighed as he looked at his watch. The
young detective wouldn’t be in for another couple of hours since he stayed on a
steady schedule. It irritated him. Not that Adachi was getting sleep but
because he seemed to do so little and yet his boss would flip over backwards to
tell Dojima how much of an elite detective the boy was.
He sighed and took to his desk, pulling out his notes to go over them and add
anything else he could think of. Other than a few phone rings that echoed from
other desks, the station was quiet and Dojima found himself relaxing as he
worked. He missed these days.
Adachi rolled in at around eight, puffing as he did. “Sorry, Dojima-san, the
bus was running late,” he frantically blurted out and Dojima looked up at him
with one brow rising, his hands shuffling through a couple of papers to find a
phone number.
“Is that so,” he muttered in return, ignoring him for a moment as he scanned a
page; the Konishi residence. He contemplated phoning despite how early it was.
“Why don’t you get a license and a vehicle, Adachi.”
There was almost a laugh at his question. “Are you kidding?! I’m poor enough as
it is!” he dropped down in his seat and opened up the laptop, waiting for it to
load. Dojima sighed and tapped his pencil on his desk; he decided to phone them
anyways.
There was no answer and he hung up with a pained expression. They’d have to
swing by there again and see if Saki was up to talking, if she was home. He
felt a pair of eyes on him and he looked up to his partner who was staring at
him as if waiting for an explanation. “We need to swing by the Konishi place
again, see if Saki is up to talking.”
Adachi’s mouth twitched and Dojima frowned as he placed his pencil down.
“Something wrong with that?”
“No, but…” he shifted uncomfortably. “What if she’s not home?”
“Then we wait again,” he said in irritation. He had heard a rumor that Adachi
had been at the head of his class all throughout school and the academy but he
was starting to doubt it with by how stupid he seemed to come off sometimes.
“Get your shit. We have a couple of places to go this morning.”
“Oh? Really?” he perked up and Dojima slowly made his way to the coffee
machine, refilling his cup with the last of what was in the pot as he went over
in his head their first places to stop. He grabbed his notebook and a short
list of addresses before he snapped his fingers at Adachi, making for the
stairs.
As they made their way down a thought suddenly came over him and he peered over
his shoulder at the younger man. “Adachi, if you’re so poor, what the hell do
you eat?”
Adachi suddenly seemed to turn bright red and he gave a shrug. “Cabbage.”
“Cabbage?”
“Cabbage.”
He didn’t press it.
--
Dojima stared at Daidara, the cigarette between his lips slowly simmering like
his patience and the blacksmith stared back, his hand wrapped around a pair of
iron tongs.
“H-Hey, come on now…” Adachi said with a shaking voice as he tried to defuse
the situation. “This doesn’t need to get-”
“Apologize,” Daidara snapped and Dojima snorted, pulling his cigarette from his
lips to blow the smoke out at his face.
“I’m not saying shit all,” he murmured and the air became tense again making
Adachi panic.
“Please, Daidara-san, we just have a few questions,” he begged. “Can’t your
feud wait-”
The rather muscular blacksmith slammed the iron tongs down on the table
silencing Adachi’s sentence. “My sister’s heart was broken for months after she
found out you were cheating! It devastated her!”
“Your sister was psychotic! She tried to slit my throat with one of your stupid
creations during Golden Week!” he snapped right back. “And I never said I was
dating her! I kissed her once during a party! That doesn’t equal us being
goddamn married; she was just too insane to know!”
“Apologize for that!” he shouted and Dojima bit down on his cigarette.
“Go fuck yourself!”
“Both of you-!” Adachi yelled making them stop and glare at him, Dojima
especially. “Look, we came here to know if you have any hunting knives! That’s
it!” He shifted uncomfortably in place, looking to Dojima before back to the
blacksmith. “Someone was killed and we need to know if the knife they bought
was purchased here!”
Daidara immediately stiffened and his eyes shot to Dojima, his mustache
wrinkling in anger. “You think my artwork is being used to kill?”
“Ye-“
“No,” Adachi cut in. “We want to know if you sold knives here – a particular
knife. It’s an American brand, a Bowie Hunting knife. They-”
The man began to wave his hand which silenced Adachi once more making Dojima
narrow his eyes. “I don’t deal with bought brands. I make everything here
myself,” he said with a bit of pride and once again Dojima felt something in
his throat. He just had to goad the man.
“You could have made the blade for all we know. Sold it to the murderer. Hell,
for all we know you could be the murderer…” he leaned in, a sneer on his face.
“Have you bought any girls lately to slick your lust? Can’t see any female
dating you by choice...”
With that Daidara slammed the tongs down and he grabbed the bucket of water he
used during his metalworking and he tossed it at Dojima. He dodged it easily,
chuckling as he did but now the man was flying into a rage, throwing various
tools at him as he did. “Get out! Get out! You are not welcome here! You are to
not set foot in this establishment again!”
Dojima laughed as he jogged out of the store, listening to the blacksmith still
in a rage and Adachi came out after him with a strange look on his face. It
soured him up immediately and he began to walk down towards the gas station
where they had parked. “What.”
“Dojima-san… I’ve never seen you… like that,” Adachi said in an odd tone. He
couldn’t tell if it was admiration or disappointment. “What’s the history
between you two that makes you hate each other so much?”
He gave a shrug and ran a hand through his hair remembering Daidara’s sister
spread on his old bed panting his name while he fucked her. “He’s just got a
stick up his ass.”
Adachi didn’t seem satisfied. “I can’t really see you being much of a player…”
he commented and Dojima looked down at him and gave a gruff grunt. He hated
when he was looked down upon like that; he wasn’t a vain man but he was aware
that he was aging quite fine and before he could control himself something
slipped out.
“I’ve licked more pussy than you will ever even see in your lifetime, Rookie,
and don’t ever forget that,” he muttered and Adachi turned red and gaped at him
but he chose to ignore it. He looked in the bookshop window for a minute to see
if anything of interest was out only to be disappointed and head back to the
car. Adachi had gotten in and he was about to when he checked his watch. Eleven
thirty. It was almost noon.
“Dojima-san?”
He pulled out his notebook and flipped the pages until he found the Yasogami
High School number and he began to dial it on his cell phone, leaning against
the hood of his car as he did. It rang once before the administration office
answered. “Good afternoon, Yasogami High, how may we help?”
“Afternoon,” he feigned pleasantries. “It’s Ryotaro Dojima with the Inaba
police. I just need to know if Saki Konishi has shown up at school.”
“One moment please,” the female voice chimed back and he looked up at the sky,
squinting as the sun broke through the clouds. There was a clicking sound over
the phone like a keyboard being typed. “Sorry, Dojima-san, Saki did not seem to
show up to school today.”
“Thank you,” he didn’t wait to hear her reply as he snapped his phone shut. He
drew out the list of addresses, crossing off Daidara’s and the dead-end pawn
shop and he focused on the Konishi residence, contemplating driving until he
remembered how badly his car could be scratched down that stupid street. He
snapped his fingers at Adachi who was looking bored in the passenger seat.
“Dojima-san?” he got out and he said nothing as he began to walk, cutting
through the gas station to get on the sidewalk and walk up the street. Adachi
followed after him.
“We’ll check on Saki Konishi once more…” he breathed out as they turned down a
narrow alley heading in the direction where their domain would be. “See if
she’s willing to talk today.”
Adachi said nothing. It was unusual but Dojima decided to ignore it, listening
to the sounds of wind chimes connect in the light breeze and a television blare
from one open window of a house they passed. They got back onto a sidewalk and
after waiting for a truck to go by they crossed the street, heading into
another alley to get to where the Konishi residence lay.
After jaywalking two more times Dojima spotted the house they had been at only
yesterday and he slowed his pace to a steady walk, pushing Adachi ahead. The
younger detective frowned. “You really think she’s home again?”
“Just knock on the door,” he growled and Adachi gave a sigh as he obeyed,
knocking lightly at first as they waited. No one came.
After ten minutes of knocking the two decided to give up and head back. No one
was going to answer, even if they were home and Dojima let out a sigh as he cut
across the street aiming for the alley. Adachi followed diligently behind him.
“What now?”
“We wait until tomorrow,” he repeated and he frowned when he heard a growling
noise, his eyes moving to Adachi who held his stomach.
“S-Sorry…” he muttered and Dojima exhaled through his nose.
“Let me guess… you have no money,” he said in a dry voice and Adachi gave a
shrug but he scratched the back of his head. Once again, he would have to pay
for his partner to eat. “What the hell do you even do with the money you earn,
Adachi?” he paused and began to sneer. “You don’t have one of those weird… doll
collections do you?”
“No!” Adachi squawked. “No! Never! I’m not one of those creepy freaks! No, I… I
don’t know, my rent is really high!” he began to complain. “And a lot of the
appliances keep breaking in my apartment. I need a new fridge and hot plate.”
Dojima pursed his lips; those things could be really expensive. He dug into his
wallet and checked to see how much cash he had – looked like just enough for a
lunch between the two of them. “Alright, come on… Aiya’s it is…”
“Thank you, Dojima-san. You’re so kind!”
“Whatever,” he brushed it off.
When they got back to the office every officer seemed to be in a mad dash.
Dojima found himself bolting up the stairs and was immediately met by his
superior who hauled him aside. “Ryotaro! Get over here! We have a lead on that
criminal who tried holding up the bank last month!” he spat and Dojima winced
as his shirt got covered in the aftermath. “He’s holding a hostage in his
apartment! Get down there!”
“Right away, sir!” he nodded and he began to go down the stairs, almost hitting
Adachi as he did.
“Chief, what about me?” the younger detective asked and Dojima stopped, looking
up to him to see if he should wait. A hand waving back and forth made him feel
a bit bad; he knew that signal.
“Adachi, man the phones here! Dojima is our only hostage negotiator and we need
the precinct handled while we’re gone!” His partner looked to him and Dojima
gave him a stern nod, mentally telling him to accept it. He looked disappointed
but it had to be done.
Dojima was down the stairs and in one of the cars with a fellow officer in
minutes, leaving his partner behind to sit at a desk and do nothing until he
was relieved.
--
He stumbled in late, exhausted from the mental stress of his day. He tossed his
jacket on the back of one of the chairs in the living room and dragged his body
up the stairs, aching as he did. Once he was at the top he paused to check in
on Souji, quietly opening his door to peer inside as the lights from outside
illuminated the room. Souji lay on his futon facing the door and Dojima felt
himself smile as he watched him, the blanket rising and falling gently on he
breathed, his silver bangs curved to one side.
He didn’t know why he went in but he had to make sure the kid was safe and he
found himself leaning over him, his hand gently touching his cheek. The boy let
out a sigh and sunk deeper into his pillows and Dojima gave a bit of a laugh
before he drew away, looking to his desk.
There was homework on it already and he picked up one of the papers, reading
the assignment; he should really talk to Souji when he had the time to see how
he was doing. He left him to continue to sleep and slipped into his own room,
tossing his clothes off as he did but he dropped his phone near the edge of his
futon so he wouldn’t be scrambling.
He was woken up less than three hours later by his phone ringing, his entire
body shaking from shock as he answered. “H-hello? Wh-What?”
“Ryotaro,” it was his sergeant. “The Konishi girl has been found dead.”
 
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Chapter 9: Judgement Denial
 
Saki Konishi was indeed dead. Her body was hung from a telephone pole near her
home which made dealing with her death even harder. All around, Dojima could
hear people whispering and sobs of grief as the neighbours looked into the
crime scene, the single officer guarding the blocked off area panicking as he
tried to avert their eyes.
He snapped at Adachi who was looking on the sidewalk for clues. “Adachi, go
help him,” he pointed to the overwhelmed officer and the young detective
frowned but obeyed, jogging down to help get the crowd to leave. Dojima sighed
as he stared down at the young high school girl who was now on the ground; she
was wearing nothing but a pair of white panties and her throat had been slit
from ear to ear.
He clenched his jaw, swallowing his emotions of guilt and anger. He needed a
clear head for this.
“Ryotaro,” he heard from behind him and he stepped out of the way as a
stretcher was brought forth, Okake solemnly walking forward with a bag full of
medical instruments. “Dear me, another poor young slave girl…”
“No,” Dojima interrupted him. “This girl is Saki Konishi… she’s a local.”
The coroner said nothing but Dojima could tell the same thought was on his
mind. Why was she dressed like she was a Rabbit then? Why was she even killed?
He rubbed his eyes trying to force himself to forget his exhaustion as he
watched the old man pull a probe out of his bag. He gently placed a hand on her
stomach, judging where her liver was and began pushing the probe in. Dojima
shifted uncomfortably.
“Such a pretty girl too…” Okake said and he started to get to work leaving
Dojima to stand awkwardly waiting. He surveyed the crime scene again, noting
that once again rabbit ears were left at the scene under the telephone pole
next to some trash bags and there was a light fog in the air. It had rained
briefly that night but the cool air still lingered in the small city.
Other than that it was the same as before. There were no signs she was murdered
there, this was only the body dump sight. Her throat looked the same as the
previous victim as if it had been torn open with a serrated blade and her long
fingernails were intact. He had nothing to go on.
“Well, this is interesting…” Okake murmured and Dojima perked up, looking to
the older man.
“What is it?” he stepped forward and saw the coroner holding the girl’s jaw
open slightly, pulling a few tiny strands of fabric from her throat. He reached
into his bag and slipped the evidence in a plastic bag before handing it off to
him. Dojima held it up, examining what it was.
“Could be a crucial clue,” Okake said before he started examining her head
more, tilting it back. Dojima tapped the bag, contemplating.
“Did you find anything like this in the other victim’s mouth?” he asked and the
coroner shook his head.
“No… but there is a possibility she could have swallowed it. Her stomach
contents still are being dissected... takes a while to work on a body you
know,” he stood up and closed his medical bag, nodding to Dojima who frowned at
him not understanding. “There’s not much more I can do with the girl until I
get her back. Seems we’re short on officers at the precinct again so you’ll
have to help me move her and get her bagged for transport.”
Dojima sighed. Great. The old man almost gleefully held up a pair of plastic
gloves and he took them with a murmur, snapping them on as he was forced to
move her. As they placed her into a bag he heard a shrill cry which directed
his attention to the crowd. Adachi was holding a woman who was reaching blindly
towards him.
“P-Please! Please let me see my baby! Saki! Sa-ki!” she was screaming and
Dojima winced. He closed the bag as soon as he could so she wouldn’t see the
brutality of what happened to her daughter and both men lifted her body up to
lay gently on the stretcher.
“Get her out of here, Okake-san,” he muttered and the coroner gave a nod as he
started wheeling the body away. The woman frantically clawed at Adachi, trying
hard to get past making the younger detective squirm.
“M-Miss! Hey! Stop that! You can’t see her!” Adachi took a good punch to the
face but he held his ground. Dojima quickly threw his gloves in a plastic bag
and jogged down to relieve Adachi of his torture.
“Konishi-san? Please-” he started and he got a swift punch to the jaw. Woman
was tougher than he thought.
“Let me see my baby!” she was screaming now but he caught her in his arms,
holding her back as the van began to start and pull away leaving no evidence
behind that Saki Konishi had ever been hung by a pole. Her mother started
bursting into tears and Dojima was forced to awkwardly hold her, his jaw
starting to hurt as he did.
Adachi was less than pleased. “Ma’am, I hope you know it’s a crime to harm an
officer of the law,” he snapped as he rubbed his cheek and Dojima scowled at
him. This wasn’t the time.
“Adachi, she just lost her daughter! Have some damn sympathy! Now get back up
that hill and look for clues,” he growled at him as the woman sunk to her
knees, sobbing even harder into his chest. He didn’t look happy about it but
Adachi obeyed leaving Dojima with the grieving mother by the edge of the crime
scene. The murmuring from the crowd began again.
“Poor Fumiko… losing a child in such a way.”
“Well, it’s her daughter’s own fault! Taking up a job at Junes and not
returning until late! My how could they let her do that!”
“If you ask me, they were all just waiting for something like this to happen… I
heard her and Saki got into a lot of fights during the night and once she said
she wished Saki would disappear. Very suspicious if you ask me…”
Dojima gritted his teeth as he held the woman and he looked to the officer who
was doing nothing really but standing guard. “Hey!” he snapped and the beat cop
stiffened as he turned. “Get these people out of here like you’re supposed to!”
“R-Right away Dojima-san!” the young cop stuttered and he began to finally do
his job, shuffling the crowd of gossiping housewives along. He sighed as he
looked down to the woman whose shoulders were still shaking, fingers gripped
tight on his shirt.
“Fumiko Konishi?” he asked quietly and the woman lifted her head slightly, her
red eyes meeting his. He frowned, trying to think of what to say. “Konishi-san,
we… have a few questions to ask you about your daughter. Do you mind coming
back to the station with us to answer them?”
Her lip started trembling. “W-What happened…? What happened to my daughter?”
her nails dug into his skin as she lifted herself up a bit to be level with his
eye line. “She wasn’t killed, was she? Please! Please say you’ve made a
mistake! That isn’t my daughter!”
Dojima looked away with a pained expression. No answer he could come up with
would ease her heart without straight out lying and she picked up on it,
tugging on his clothes more. “Please! Please, I’ll do anything! Take me
instead! I’ll go in her place!”
“Konishi-san,” he muttered but she wouldn’t hear it, turning hysterical again.
“I’ll pay you! Anything you want! Please bring my daughter back! Please!” she
begged and when she seemed like she was about to start crying again a man came
running from down the street, noticing her and he called her name. She turned
her head and once she saw him she let go of Dojima and held her arms out.
The man ducked under the tape and clutched the woman; Dojima could only assume
this was her husband, Katsuro Konishi. He thought he recognized him – after all
he used to shop at their liquor store quite often – but the man looked as if he
lost a lot of weight. His body was also frail and old as if time was punishing
him. He sighed as he stood up, wiping at the wet stain on his breast.
“Konishi-sama,” he tried to start again but the older man looked up at him in
pain, his lips pressed tight as he held his wife.
“You’re… You’re Ryotaro Dojima are you not?” his voice was hoarse. “Of the
Inaba Police? You’re a detective?”
Dojima found himself hesitating. “I am…”
“Please… what happened? Please will you tell us what happened to our daughter?”
he begged and his wife turned her head to look at him as tears streamed down
her face one more. Dojima sighed uncomfortably and picked out the right words
to say.
“Konishi-sama, we are still going over the details of what happened. What I
need you to do is go down to the station – you and your wife – and wait. We
need to ask a few basic questions,” he said in a calm tone and the older man
nodded and looked down at his wife, rubbing her shoulders before he forced her
to stand. She held onto him tight.
“Yes… Yes, thank you. We’ll go right now…” he nodded his head and he began to
lead his wife away, both walking slow as they did. Dojima let out a sigh and
rubbed the back of his head. He turned to survey the crime scene and saw Adachi
watching the couple walk off, his own shoulders sagging. He came up beside him.
“Tell me you found something,” he muttered and the young detective shook his
head.
“There’s only the rabbit ears that was tagged earlier,” he pointed and Dojima
found himself staring at his hand. There was a bandage on it.
“Adachi,” he grabbed his wrist and held it up making his partner stiffen. “What
the hell is this?”
Adachi suddenly got embarrassed. “I… burned myself on my hot plate…”
“For fuck’s sake…” Dojima let go but he scowled at the man who let out a
sheepish laugh. “How do you survive on your own?” It was a rhetorical question
but Adachi opened his mouth as if to answer; so he interrupted him. “If there’s
nothing left then let’s head back. The Konishi’s will arrive soon and… they
should be informed.”
Adachi gave a nod and they both let out a sigh as they walked back to where he
had parked, the sun breaking through the fog as they did. It was brief though
as the clouds swallowed the area once again and rain started to pour down,
washing away everything it touched.
--
The Konishi’s weren’t there when he arrived so he decided to jump to his next
place; the coroner’s office. Adachi was dragged down with him to the cold,
silent floor and they entered at the wrong time – Okake had just pulled the
skin of her chest back and was starting to snap the ribs. Adachi paled.
“Hold it in Rookie,” Dojima growled but he stayed his distance as each snap of
the bone made him close his eyes and wince. The old man seemed to smile at
this.
“Ah, Ryotaro-chan and Adachi! How are you?” he asked candidly as another rib
was snapped. Adachi gave a pained groan.
“We’re fine,” Dojima answered for the both of them as he opened his eyes and
stared as Okake walked around the body, now cutting the ribs on her right side.
“Aren’t you doing that quite early?”
“Doing what?”
“Cutting her open…” he gave a nod and winced as a loud snap echoed in the room.
The coroner took a moment to think before he shook his head.
“No, I’ve taken all the swabs I need for now and her chest was not damaged in
any way. Besides, best way to learn about someone is to get into their guts!
Get right to the heart of the matter…” he chuckled at his own joke before a
final snap made him place the bone cutting tool down. “Now, this should come
off quite easily.”
“God, why…” Adachi whimpered as the coroner removed the ribs, placing the
singular mass of bones and muscles on a tray before he went to fetch some
tools. Dojima slapped Adachi forward, forcing him to look inside which caused
the young detective to shake and him to smirk.
Okake came back around with a scalpel and began poking around her lungs. “I’m
afraid I don’t have much to tell you, other than it seems our hunting knife was
used again,” he pointed at her still bloody and ragged throat. “Ryotaro-chan,
did you send those samples to the lab?”
“Don’t call me that,” he growled and he reached into his pocket to pull out his
gloves and the fibres. “And no, didn’t have time.” He looked to Adachi and
slapped him on the back, shoving the evidence into his hands when he leaned up
in shock. “Adachi, send those off to the lab, will you?”
“S-Sure,” the young detective stammered, more than happy to get out of the
basement and away from the grisly dissection that was taking place; Dojima
turned back to Okake.
“Is that all?” he came forward, detaching his emotions when he found himself
staring at Saki’s peaceful face. Okake let out a sigh as he stopped cutting the
arteries around her heart.
“For now. I apologize for you coming down here when I have nothing but… It will
take some time, Ryotaro, before I can come up with any concrete evidence. I’ll
phone you when I get anything.”
“Alright,” he sighed and he left. As he came up the stairs to his desk he saw
his sergeant leaning over it and he frowned, briskly walking over. The man had
his notes out. “S-Sir?”
“Ryotaro,” he muttered as he straightened himself, closing his notepad and
giving it back to him. “I apologize, didn’t think you were in. The Konishi’s
are here… I was just about to brief them on what has happened to their
daughter.”
Dojima felt his jaw twitch. “Where are they?”
“I put them in sixth floor waiting area. They need some privacy for this,” he
sighed and his hand came up to rub his eyes, massaging them as he did.
“Ryotaro, I don’t like this. Within two days two girls are dead. You had better
get your damn team working and I mean around the clock.”
He nodded quietly. He knew what that meant – he wouldn’t be home for a couple
of days. God help everyone if they ran out of coffee during that time. “I will.
Don’t worry about speaking to the Konishi family… I’ll do it. I need to ask
them some questions anyways.”
His sergeant straightened. “Yes,” he slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Go off
then. Get as much information as you can.”
He grabbed his coat and took off for the stairs. The sixth floor used to be
where their offices had been until the renovation when room was made to house a
grid of computers and other electronic software and stuff Dojima would never
understand. Walls were put up and a few rooms were created but for the most
part the floor was empty; which made it perfect for discussion private or
sensitive matters with civilians.
Dojima found the Konishi’s standing by the large bay window that used to be
enclosed in an office. Both were staring out at the small town, holding each
but somehow distant as they did. He inhaled a breath and quietly walked
forward.
“Konishi-sama,” he addressed the husband first. “Thank you for coming and
bringing your wife down here with you. If you don’t mind, I have a few
questions-”
The frail man turned to him, his eyebrows raising in almost relief. “Detective
Dojima, please, can you tell us what has happened to our Saki-chan?”
He once again hesitated. Out of everything he did this was his least favourite
part of the job. “Konishi-sama… well…”
“She didn’t suffer did she?” his wife burst out, holding a tissue tight in her
grip. “My baby didn’t die in pain did she?”
Dojima pursed his lips. Nothing he could think of would make her death sound
good; she was killed by a serial murderer that they had no clue about. Her
throat had been slit. She probably bled out in extreme pain for a few minutes
before dying. Her body was nearly stripped naked and she was hung off a
telephone pole.
He decided to go with a general explanation and a lie. “Your daughter was
murdered in the early hours of the morning. I do not believe she suffered when
she died so… you may take comfort that it was quick… but rest assured our
entire force is investigating this.”
“Was she targeted?” her father asked and Dojima shook his head. He honestly
didn’t know but he had no intention of letting them hear that.
“I do not believe so. She may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time,”
he watched her mother close her eyes tightly and hold the tissue to her mouth.
“Konishi-san, I am sorry…”
“No,” she let out a loud sob. “No, don’t be. I’m sure there is a reason for
this. The gods must have needed her in the afterlife…” She began to say but her
emotions took over and she silenced herself, turning back to the window. Dojima
said nothing but he could feel his heart beat louder in his chest. She sounded
just like Chisato’s mother when they were trying to make sense of why this all
happened.
“Detective Dojima,” her husband said and he turned to look at him, not
realizing how hard he was clenching his jaw when he did. “Are you handling this
case?”
“I am.”
“Please, will you find her killer?” he asked with pleading eyes and he gave a
nod, looking down to his hands. He stared at his notebook and he composed
himself in an instant.
“I know this is difficult for the both of you but I need to ask you a few
questions about your daughter. It won’t take long,” he promised and his wife
turned back around, her eyes still brimming with tears but an exchanged glance
with her husband seemed to make her calm down. He flipped his notebook open to
a new page.
“Where was your daughter last night?” he began and the two remained silent
before her mother began to speak.
“She has a job at Junes… She works late some nights when they demand it,” she
muttered and Dojima frowned at her tone.
“You don’t approve of her working there?” he asked and the two said nothing,
shifting uncomfortably for a moment.
“Junes is putting us out of business,” her father began to explain. “We’re
struggling and she decides to work for the company that is putting us through
this stress… So no, we don’t approve of it.” He looked bitter for a second
before it morphed into guilt. “We loved our little girl dearly but… teenagers…
they never understand what is important, especially in this age!”
Dojima said nothing but made a note. Although it was highly unlikely her
parents orchestrated her murder since it was nearly identical to the Rabbit’s,
their conflict with her was something to keep in mind. Saki could have run into
a wrong crowd looking for acceptance…
“Do you know any of her friends? Does she do any after school activities before
she works?” he threw out there and the two said nothing almost embarrassed by
how little they knew.
“Saki-chan was looking forward to getting accepted into a university so… she
didn’t have time for any clubs and we never saw any friends in the picture,”
her mother said softly.
He cut in. “Are her grades normal?” they looked to him in confusion and he
reworded his sentence. “Have they been slipping in the past year or are they
the same?”
“No, her grades have been the same,” her father said before he made a pained
expression. “But… recently since she found that…”
They both looked up at him with a frightful expression on their faces. “Do you
think my daughter was murdered because she found that body?”
He held up a hand. “Konishi-sama, now’s not the time to jump to conclusions-”
Her mother let out a cry. “That’s right! Our Saki-chan found that body! Do you
think she was killed because of it?!” she began to pale. “That girl… they said
she was… did our Saki-chan… did she?”
Dojima narrowed his eyes. He didn’t know what they were talking about until the
old man turned to him.
“Please, tell us… Did our daughter die with her honor intact?” his lip shook as
he asked. “P-Please… Was she…? Can you tell us that?”
Dojima said nothing for a moment. “She was not taken advantage of,” he finally
said hoping his words were true.
--
He was smoking on the roof and flipping through his phone contacts when Adachi
came and found him. “There you are-! Dojima-san?”
He held up a finger as he dialed a number. It rang twice before it was picked
up.
“Dojima residence,” a young female voice said and Dojima sighed, blowing some
smoke into the air.
“Hi sweetie,” he said out of habit. “I won’t be in tonight. Can you lock the
house before you go to bed?”
“…Okay,” the dull reply came back and he frowned as he looked out at the lights
starting to flick on along the streets below.
“Alright. Can you put Souji on?” he asked and there was a pause before he heard
her make a noise and the phone was silent for a moment. A shuffling which
sounded like the phone exchanging hands crackled through the line and he heard
his daughter’s muffled voice; probably explaining why Souji now had the phone.
“Hello?” the soft voice came and Dojima felt himself smile for some reason and
he rolled the cigarette between his fingers.
“Souji, how are you?” he asked sincerely and he could practically feel the kid
glow as he answered.
“Dojima-san! Where are you?” he quickly asked. “Are you going to come home?”
“No, I need to stay at work, Souji. I just wanted to check on you,” he looked
up at the sky as he said it, bringing his cigarette up to his lips for another
intake of chemicals. “Are you being good and staying out of trouble?”
“I made a friend!” he told him with excitement and Dojima grinned. “He’s really
nice. His dad owns Junes! I went there with him and Chie-chan and we had
steak!” His five-year old way of explaining things was coming out again but
Dojima didn’t care. He was just glad he was safe and at least making a few
friends; one less worry in his life.
“But Dojima-san, I miss you. When will you come home?” Souji’s voice crackled
on the receiver and he switched the cell phone to his other ear, plucking his
cigarette from his lips.
“When I can, Souji. I promise we’ll talk when I do,” he said softly. “I need to
get back to work but I just wanted to make sure you were doing fine… okay?”
“I’m okay!” there was a quick pause. “Nanako is okay too!”
“That’s great,” he brushed it off. “Alright Souji, I need to go.”
“I love you!” he said and Dojima froze, almost dropping his cigarette as he
did. He heard loud laughing in the background and Souji made a confused noise.
“I… I don’t say that?”
“No!” he heard Nanako practically dying of laughter. There was another pause
and Souji breathed into the receiver.
“I’m… not supposed to say I love you when hanging up a phone?”
“N-No Souji,” Dojima sighed and he rubbed his temple, laughing a bit himself.
“You say Goodbye. You only say that to someone you are involved with…”
“Involved with?”
“Nevermind,” he checked his watch. “Just say Goodbye, Souji.”
“Goodbye?”
“Goodbye,” he hung up and he shook his head. As cute as it was he needed to
teach Souji proper phone etiquette so that he wouldn’t tell the wrong person
the wrong thing that would most likely get him in trouble. When he turned he
saw Adachi giving him an odd look and he scowled, shoving his phone in his
pocket as his cigarette went back between his lips. “What?!”
“Nothing,” he said but there was an odd, goofy grin on his face and Dojima
stared at him until he got uncomfortable and stopped. “Uh, everyone’s waiting
downstairs…”
He nodded and took one last breath before he tossed his cigarette over the
railing to the street below. “Right. Make sure there’s enough coffee brewed,
rookie. We’re not leaving tonight.”
 
 
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Chapter 10: Knives and Fish
 
It was Sunday morning and the police office was buzzing with the sounds of
exhausted officers and two detectives who were running on no sleep. Dojima took
in a small sip of coffee as he stared at his partner who had his coat off and
was typing furiously on the computer. Neither said anything but an obvious
tension lay in the air between them.
A noise from the computer made Adachi shake his head. “Sorry Dojima-san,
there’s no matches on the victim being missing from Tokyo either. It’s another
dead end.”
Dojima sighed and rubbed his eyes. “There has to be something on her, Adachi.
People don’t just pop up from the ground,” he took another drink and dug
through his notes again. Adachi scratched his arm.
“What about your theory about her being raised in that farm?” he asked. “Maybe
she was given up as a baby like-”
“Have you been reading my notes again?” he snapped. “Adachi, what have I told
you about doing that?! Unless I give you the go ahead, don’t touch my shit!”
“Sorry!” his partner frowned. “Dojima-san, maybe you should get some
rest…You’re really moody right now…I mean, more than usual.”
“I don’t need it,” he growled and he downed his entire cup of coffee,
shuddering as he did; lukewarm coffee was the worst. He slammed his cup down.
“I’m getting more coffee…”
“There is none,” Adachi sunk down in his chair after he said it as Dojima
glared at him as if it was his entire fault. “U-Uh… W-We drank it all…”
“Then go get me some more,” he hissed every word, pushing himself up off his
desk as he spoke to intimidate his partner more. It worked and the young
detective gave a meek nod and was out of his chair heading to the stairs.
Dojima let out a sigh and slumped back down, rubbing his temples. This case
needed to be solved; he needed just one clue to help him out and with the
laboratory taking forever it felt as if he was grasping at straws.
Saki’s original testimony didn’t help. The questions the police asked were more
concerning on if she saw anyone in the area and the answer that kept coming up
was a stark no. No questions about the body other than what time she found it.
It was useless; same went with what he got out of her parents. Although there
was fighting between her and her parents, nothing suggested they knew anything
about what she was doing after school or if she may have gotten involved with
the Auctions by accident; after all, why kill the kill and dress her up as a
Rabbit?
And the Rabbit… she was nameless and a ghost to the world. No information, no
fingerprints that came up, nothing about her could be found. He was starting to
rule out that her owner did this – if she even had one – and was pinning it on
that sick auction but there was nothing to support his theory. And the one
thing not accepted by courts or his boss were theories of things that happened
unless there was something to back it up.
The knife couldn’t be found either. Anyone in Inaba could have ordered it
online and gotten it in the mail and have it stashed in their room and he
didn’t have enough warrants to break down every door in town and search for a
weapon that may not even be there. He was frustrated and sleep deprived and
starting to run on empty.
His phone rang and he gave a sigh, leaning over to see the number. It was from
downstairs. “Dojima.”
“Dojima-san?” an unknown voice came and he frowned. “This is officer Tashito.
We… well, we have your nephew down here.”
Every muscle in his body went rigid and he sat up straight. “What?!”
“Your nephew? Uh, he and a friend were seen at Junes swinging weapons around-”
“I’ll be right down,” he barked and he was racing to the stairs in an instant.
What the hell was Souji thinking!? What the hell was he doing?! Why did he have
a weapon? It’s not like they had any at home. And what sort of weapon? He paled
as he ran down the stairs. If that boy had been brandishing a hunting knife…
He burst through the door and slowed down from a jog to a slight fast walk as
he saw Souji and some unknown boy standing in the hall. Souji looked up and
when he saw Dojima his expression turned to one of relief. Dojima scowled at
him angrily and he began to frown, that miserable look coming back. “D-Dojima-
san…”
“Souji, what in the fuck were you doing?” he exploded as he loomed over him and
the boy bit his lip as he stared at the floor. “You were brandishing a weapon
at a crowded mall!? What type of insanity are you plagued with to make you do
that!?”
The boy said nothing but he started hugging his shoulders as if he was
withdrawing. That’s when the other boy stepped forward, standing next to Souji.
“S-Sir? Uh… um… Seta-sama?” he guessed and Dojima scowled at the boy.
“Detective Ryotaro Dojima,” he snapped. The teenager gave a weak smile and he
placed a hand on Souji’s shoulder.
“Yeah, Dojima-san…? Look, it’s not Souji-kun’s fault. I was the one who brought
the weapons,” he admitted. “I gave him one-”
“Why in the fuck would you do such a thing?! There’s policemen everywhere since
there’s been a rash of murders and you think it’s brilliant to bring out your
knife collection?!” he snarled and the boy gave a nervous laugh, obviously
intimidated.
“I-It was for protection.”
“Protection!?” Both Souji and Dojima stared at him when he said it and the boy
gave Souji an odd look before he nodded.
“L-Look, Saki-sempai is… She was really close to me, Dojima-san. Uh… I know
it’s a stretch but a lot of us at school are worried since the murders are
young girls and Souji expressed concern about-”
Dojima immediately interrupted him. “S-Souji, you didn’t…” he almost blurted it
out but he stopped himself. There was no way Souji had told this boy he used to
be in the slave trade, was there? He held his breath as he stared at him but
Souji, still miserable, shook his head as he finally met his eyes. He let out a
breath of relief and ran a hand through his hair. He hadn’t seen him in what,
four days? And already it felt like he had lost control over the boy.
“Uh, Souji…?” his friend asked uncomfortably and Dojima ignored him as he took
the young boy’s arm and led him away to a more private area. Souji followed
obediently and took him into the stairwell, going down a flight of stairs to
the landing in front of the coroner’s office. Once there he let out a long,
irritated sigh and began rubbing his face. Souji said nothing as he stood by
the doors looking miserable as usual.
“Souji…” he started. “What… What am I supposed to do with you?! Huh? Have you
even listened to anything I’ve said?! Have you been ignoring me?! Tell me what
I’m going to do with you!” He turned to the boy and froze as he saw a few tears
sliding down his cheeks. “Souji-?”
“P-Please don’t send me back!” he began to cry. “I-I was just scared! I won’t
do anything like that again! Please don’t make me go back to being in the cold
and being a Rabbit again!” His shoulders started to shake and Dojima cringed.
He only realized then that his word choice had been very poor and he found
himself pulling Souji against his chest, grunting as the boy wrapped his arms
around him tight, still pleading. “I won’t ever do anything bad again, Dojima-
san! I promise!”
“Souji, I’m not ever sending you back to that place,” he muttered as he began
to stroke his hair hating how guilty he felt. “Do you hear? You will never go
back to that place again.” He pulled the boy away from him and used his thumbs
to wipe away his tears staring down as Souji fought not to cry.
“N-Never?”
“For fuck’s sake, Souji, no,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a
coffee stained napkin he was using earlier and he roughly wiped at his eyes,
giving it to him to clean himself up more properly. “But you… Souji, why would
you ask for a weapon? Why would you want something as dangerous as that? You
could have gotten severely injured or killed.”
Souji blew his nose which made him wince. “I-I heard… about the girl. The girl
who was killed she was a Rabbit like me!” he clutched his arms. “W-What if I’m
next?”
It was the one thought Dojima didn’t want to think about and he found himself
growling in response. He wanted to go down the dark thoughts in his mind, the
ones that brought up how he couldn’t find a trace of the auction, his failure
to protect Saki Konishi from being murdered, his inability to find the killer
in such a small town but he pushed it aside. His own negativity wouldn’t help
Souji stop worrying – and most importantly, crying.
“Souji, I’m a cop. I told you that before and I promise I will never let anyone
harm you, understand? You’re completely safe,” he said softly and the boy’s
grey eyes met his in that affection that constantly threw him off. He had to
look away. “B-But you need to meet me halfway. Don’t do something as stupid as
wave a weapon around in a crowd of people. Actually, don’t ever hold a weapon
at all! It’s dangerous! And that’s the number one way you will get into
trouble! So promise me, Souji.”
“O-Okay…” he sniffed. “I promise.”
Dojima sighed in relief and held the boy against his chest again, his head
starting to pound as fatigue threatened him again. Souji dug his nails into his
side and buried his head into the crook of his arm as if he was nuzzling
against him but Dojima ignored it. He instead focused on not completely passing
out and comforting the boy in his arms.
He wouldn’t ever let any harm come to him again, he was certain. “Souji, do you
still know my number?”
“Yes,” the boy said. “Your cell phone and home and the police numbers are all
in my phone. If I get in trouble, I call them.”
“Good,” he breathed out. He hoped there would never come a time when he would
get a call from the boy saying he was in trouble.
“Dojima-san… when will you come home?” Souji was pleading again and he rubbed
his back.
“When I can, Souji,” he muttered and the two lapsed into silence as they
continued their embrace, Dojima staring at the wall as he listened to the boy
breathe gently against him. He heard the door to the stairwell open somewhere
above them and the sound of shuffling echoed down.
“Dojima-san? Are you around here?” Adachi called and he pursed his lips and let
go of the boy to walk to the start of the stairs.
“I’m down here Adachi,” he called. “Just wait there.”
“Uh... okay. I got you some coffee!” he said in a cheerful tone and Dojima felt
his throat go dry; goddamn did he need some of that.
“I’ll be right up,” he turned back to Souji who was wiping at his eyes trying
to mask that he had been crying. “Souji… stay out of trouble, alright? I don’t
want to ever see you here at this station unless I ask you to come. Can you do
that for me?”
He bit his lip but gave a nod as he used his palm to rub at his right eye. “I
promise, Dojima-san. I won’t cause you any trouble.”
“I just want you safe, Souji,” he sighed at his response. “Just… I will protect
you Souji, no matter what. I just want you to be safe.”
He nodded and finally stood straight looking as he did when he first saw him in
the hallway. His eyes weren’t even that puffy and Dojima frowned as he wondered
if that was something Souji had been trained or if he learned not to show that
he was crying. He went back to rubbing his eyes, too tired to dwell on it.
“Come on kid, you’re free to go. But don’t ever pull a stunt like this again,”
he started to climb the stairs and Souji came up behind him. Another thought
slipped past his lips. “Who is that friend of yours anyways?”
“His name is Yosuke Hanamura. His dad owns Junes,” he heard a soft laugh escape
his lips. “I told you yesterday, remember? He said I was his friend.”
Dojima didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to tell Souji not to hang out with
what appeared to be his first male friend but someone who brought him knives or
swords or whatever it was did make him concerned. He repeated himself again, as
if his emphasis would make Souji realize what he actually meant. “Just be safe
for me, Souji.”
“I promise, Dojima-san,” he said again and he opened the door to the first
floor stairwell so the boy could go back and join up with the Hanamura kid and
now a girl who was standing nearby. He frowned, trying to remember her name as
Souji did mention it before. Chi-chan? That didn’t sound right.
He mused over the options in his head again when a familiar voice hit his ears.
He looked up to see Adachi by Souji and his two friends, holding a coffee cup
in his hands. Dojima swallowed down the hunger driving his brain as he stared
at the Styrofoam cup; he briefly wondered if this was what junkies felt when
waiting for their next fix.
“Yukiko Amagi?” Adachi said a bit loudly driving his attention back up.
“Missing? Well, I haven’t heard of that yet… but we’re detectives with a case
load so maybe the call came into one of the other cops?” he watched his partner
frown. “Are you sure she didn’t just run away?”
“Adachi!” he boomed and the young detective made a yelp, nearly spilling his
coffee as he did. “Get over here! We have work to do!”
“R-Right Dojima-san!” he sputtered and he ran towards him, tripping as he did.
The coffee he desperately wanted spilled over the floor and he felt his blood
boil as he saw it become a wasted stain on the floor. Adachi gaped at it, the
blood draining from his face.
“S-Sor-”
“Get me another one!” he exploded and Adachi let out another yell and scrambled
to run back out the door to the café he had just come from.
--
The message was relayed to him on his way home that Yukiko Amagi was missing. A
few beat cops took the case and were certain she had just run off as teenage
girls tend to do in an act of rebellion but it didn’t sit well with him.
He couldn’t jump to conclusions, though. He had a bigger case to solve and
another rumor floating around that the auction may be coming back for a second
sale. More girls were going to end up being sold to pedophiles and there was
more of a chance they might be hanging from telephone poles not long after. He
had to solve the case.
He rolled up to his home and got out, starting to pull the fence back to his
garage when he noticed something in the middle of it. He slowly walked over and
saw it was a dish full of miso soup.
“Souji,” he muttered as he knew immediately it was for the cat. He sighed and
ignored it, shoving the gate open completely as he drove in and parked. He was
finally going to get some sleep and he wasn’t in the mood to focus on little
things like that.
The house was dark when he entered and he slowly climbed the stairs not
bothering to eat. He paused at the boy’s door, briefly considering going in but
he thought better of it and went to his room.
He only remembered fish swimming near his eyes before he was plunged into
darkness; a darkness that seemed to take hold of his soul. It mended his body
and mind, fixing the aches that plagued him from sitting in a chair too long
and the pain of eating nothing while drinking hard caffeine. When his senses
started to come back the fish were swimming in his mind again, lazily drifting
with a pleasant current that made him sigh. He didn’t wish to ever wake.
The sounds of plates scraping together and low talking did rouse him, though,
and he stumbled down the stairs in just his sweats and black shirt looking to
see where the commotion was coming from.
Nanako seemed in shock to see him and Souji blushed furiously as he placed a
plate on the table. “D-Dojima-san! You’re home!”
“Souji-” he started to mutter and he rubbed his face, still not awake. The
toaster popped and he stared at it wondering when the hell they had gotten it
when the boy was at his side.
“Nanako-chan taught me how to make toast!” he said in utter happiness and
Dojima looked at his daughter who was busying herself with pulling some rice
out of the fridge. He clamped a hand down on Souji’s hair and ruffled before he
turned to go back upstairs. “Dojima-san? Aren’t you hungry?”
“I need to get ready for work, Souji,” he muttered as he climbed the stairs,
tugging at his sweats which were threatening to fall down. His lack of food
intake was affecting his weight again. Once he threw his old clothes in his
hamper and got a new set on he struggled with his tie, making it crooked no
matter how many times he tried. He gave up.
When he came downstairs Nanako and Souji were already washing their plates and
getting ready to leave. He rubbed the back of his neck and fished his cup out
of the cupboard, tossing exactly six scoops of ground beans into the coffee
machine before he hit the button. He still wasn’t fully awake.
“Dojima-san,” Souji came up to him holding a plate with a single piece of toast
on it. “Y-You should eat.”
“Thanks kid,” he said softly as he took it making Souji smile. He stared at the
boy, that feeling of uncertainty filling his gut since yesterday’s conversation
was still in his mind but he pushed it aside. Souji already promised twice to
stay out of trouble. “You should get to school. It’s Monday.”
He nodded and grabbed his stuff, helping Nanako for a minute with her bag
before they went to the door. He leaned against the counter having the first
piece of food since yesterday morning and he heard the sounds of whispering
before the door was pulled open. He waited for the click and when he heard it
he relaxed, breathing out through his nose.
He thought to the boy and how he was pleading yesterday for him to come home.
Then when he does it’s after he’s gone to bed and he wakes up just as he’s
going to school. He sighs as he wonders if he’ll be home that night… chances
were slim once again.
He poured himself a cup of the readymade coffee and choked on the intense
bitterness that flooded his mouth.
 
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Chapter 11: The Golden Ticket
 
“Yukiko Amagi?” Dojima looked up from the coffee machine at the two officers
talking nearby, their backs were to him. “Yeah, she’s still missing isn’t she?”
“Yeah… I’m still betting she ran away,” one of the officers scoffed. “Teenage
girls these days will run at the drop of a hat if it will cause drama. Parents
freak out, police are called and then she comes home in a few hours having
wasted our time just so she can feel loved and validated.”
Dojima narrowed his eyes but said nothing as he poured himself a new cup.
“I don’t know… this is the Amagi girl, you’ve been to their hot springs.
They’re strict as can be!”
“All the more reason to run. I bet it’s just some squabble over a boyfriend,”
the two started to leave and Dojima turned back to the machine, taking a drink
before topping off his mug. He walked back to his desk and sighed as he sat
down grabbing the stack of papers that had been tossed on his desk last night,
starting to organize them on which needed to be signed and which needed to be
filed.
He had to stop and he looked to his partner who was on his laptop being awfully
quiet. “Adachi.”
“Yes Dojima-san?” he said from the opposite desk breaking his gaze with the
computer so their eyes met.
“What do you know about the missing Amagi girl case?” he muttered and Adachi
frowned, looking away as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“Uh…” Dojima narrowed his eyes as he watched him. “I’ve only heard rumors from
the boys around the office. She went missing on Saturday and her parents called
it in but other than that there’s nothing more than theories on why she’s
gone.”
He grunted and picked up his coffee mug, his gut still churning as he took a
drink. Adachi seemed to notice. “Your detective’s intu-” One death glare got
the younger detective choking on his words. “I-I-I mean y-your mind isn’t
satisfied?”
“No,” he said in a dead tone still glaring at his partner. “But… No. That’s not
our case… Nevermind,.” He picked up the rest of the paperwork and shuffled it
about into the two piles he wanted and they lapsed into silence as they worked,
not touching on the subject further.
The day dragged on after that with no new results from the lab or the coroner’s
office leaving them with still nothing to go on. Around six Dojima finally got
up and grabbed his coat which made Adachi look to him in shock.
“Dojima-san, you’re going home?”
“No, I’m going to get something to eat…” he mumbled as he grabbed his wallet
and badge, shoving them into his pocket. The younger man stared at him, giving
him a strange look and he sighed, gritting his teeth. “What do you want,
Adachi. I’ll buy you something as well.”
“Oh! Uh, thank you Dojima-san!” he said cheerfully and Dojima only nodded, not
caring to lecture his partner on being an utter mooch at the moment. “If you’re
going to the Seven Eleven, can I get some fried squid?”
Dojima couldn’t help but stare. “Whatever…” he muttered and he left without
another word, tossing his jacket on as he went down the stairs and he reached
into his pocket to pull out a cigarette, lighting it before he was even outside
the office. The cool air hit his skin and he blew out wisps of smoke as he
began to walk, eyeing the sky that was now a mixture of colours.
He wondered if he should go home; they weren’t coming up with any new leads and
the other officers that had been assigned under him were now scattered around
the city as a few of their men had been transferred to central office and one
retired. Their numbers kept dwindling and Dojima sighed, hoping that didn’t
mean he would soon find himself donning a blue uniform job instead of doing his
detective work; he didn’t even know if his old uniform fit anymore.
He criss-crossed through a few intersections and cut through an alley until he
saw the Seven Eleven shining from down the road, beckoning him to come. He took
a moment to enjoy his cigarette, letting his vice calm him and he doused the
rest and stepped inside, digging in his wallet for a few bills.
“Welcome, please come in!” the cashier called and he gave a quick smile before
manoeuvering his way to the stack of fast food on the other side of the store.
He scanned the items, not seeing anything that caught his interest but there
was a single pack of fried squid left; at least Adachi would get what he
wanted.
He contemplated getting a couple of onigiri despite how tired he was growing of
eating only that when a low whispering caught his attention. Two men beside the
hot beverages machine were muttering to themselves.
“…that auction, are you going to go?”
“…unno…”
He felt his body freeze. Auction? Were they talking about-? He tried to be as
nonchalant as possible as he dug through the meals, grabbing a few packages of
onigiri anyways and he turned towards the aisle behind him, pretending to
search for something else as he eavesdropped.
“I’ll probably go…” the one man, 5”4, glasses, dark thinning hair, messy brown
suit as if he was just getting off work at some type of office, no wedding ring
told his partner. Dojima clenched his jaw as he crouched down, pretending to
read the price on a loaf of bread.
“You can never afford what they sell anyways,” the other man, 5”5, thick black
hair, younger by a few years, black suit without a tie, watch on left wrist,
said. “And besides, what would you even do? You can’t afford to feed yourself
let alone another.”
“No…” there was a sigh. “I’d really want one, though. I bet they make great
companions.”
“They’re supposed to,” the younger male replied and he grabbed his drink and
started walking to the counter, the older man following him. Dojima stared at
the rack in front of himself before he got up and slid into line after them,
staring at the items in his hand. The two quickly paid for their things and
started to leave. Dojima tossed what he wanted on the counter, throwing a
couple of bills into the tray and he impatiently waited for the cashier to run
his items through.
The men walked outside and took a left and Dojima tapped the counter, giving
his pleasantries in a quick breath before he grabbed the bag and briskly walked
out the door to catch up with the two, leaving his change. He kept his distance
but now at least they were talking a bit louder, not noticing him tailing them.
“Where is this anyways?”
“The auction? I’m not sure… I just heard a rumor saying they’re setting up
already,” Dojima clenched his jaw tight. How the fuck did they not know that
those bastards were already in town? “But I think they’re getting stricter with
their door policy. I heard you need to have a gold key to get in.”
“A gold key?” the younger man laughed. “Sounds very strange if you ask me!
Where would you even pick up such a thing?”
The older man shrugged and Dojima furrowed his brows from his place behind
them. A gold key? They immediately needed to get on this then. He pulled out
his notepad and made a quick rundown of the two men and underlined the older
man’s details. There was no crime in speaking about an auction but if he saw
that man there… he swiftly took in a breath. Sick bastards.
He headed back to the station and nearly threw Adachi’s squid in his face. The
young detective sat up straight in his seat, digging right in. “Thank you,
Dojima-san!”
“Don’t thank me just yet,” he opened his drawer and grabbed his keys and gun.
“We’re going out.”
“W-What?!” he looked up at him in shock and immediately his eyes went to his
food. “B-But… You-”
“That auction is back in town and setting up, Adachi. Get your shit. We’re
going out.”
--
The next few days went by slowly for the two of them – No matter where they
searched they found no evidence of the auction being set up, even when Dojima
roamed the back alleys at night. It was starting to frustrate him.
He hadn’t been home in days except to shower and get a change of clothes and it
was starting to tire him out. He stared at the half-eaten bowl of noodles in
his hands and looked over his shoulder at Adachi who was sitting on the hood of
his vehicle eating slowly and staring out at the floodplains. He let out an
irritated sigh.
“Adachi, we’re getting nowhere,” he commented and his partner said nothing,
still watching a few birds fly over the river, his chopsticks pressed against
his lips. “Adachi!”
“Yes, Dojima-san…” he replied back like a zombie and Dojima slumped back
against the hood as he listened to the sound of children playing from a far and
cars rolling down the highway.
“We have to be missing something,” he muttered and he poked around the cold
noodles, his stomach not up for digesting anything anymore. Still, he forced
himself to eat. “Have you heard any leads on when the auction will be taking
place?”
“No.”
“What about if there’s been an influx of tourists? They could be masking-”
“No…”
“What about anything on the gold keys?”
“…No…”
“Adachi, what the hell have you been doing?!” he snapped, setting his lunch
down on the hood and he turned to stare at him, watching as he stopped chewing
and crumpled up the Styrofoam container. He placed it down and started rubbing
his face, even slapping his cheeks a few times, trying to wake up.
“Sorry Dojima-san, I’ve been working on the computer all night looking for any
clues on the first victim… Look… I… I’m sorry,” he turned so their eyes could
meet and Dojima frowned at how ragged his partner’s appearance was. He stepped
back knowing he was pushing him too hard.
“Sorry Adachi,” he muttered and he looked away when he gaped at him, in shock
at his apology. He shifted and thought to a new topic, picking on the one that
was bugging him the most as he faced his partner. “Hey… Just curious, but… What
have you heard recently about the Amagi girl?”
Adachi gave a shrug. “She still hasn’t been found. I heard Huang and Tetsuroshi
were pulled off their case to help but… that’s about it. Sergeant may be
looking to us next.”
“Which is why we have to get a lead here…” Dojima breathed out as he looked
down at his cold noodles. “If that auction comes and goes without someone being
there then... We need to find something, Adachi. This needs to be dealt with
above everything else.”
“I know, Dojima-san,” the two lapsed back into silence and Adachi leaned over a
bit, looking to his lunch. Dojima slapped the bowl over and his partner took
it, eating what he couldn’t finish. It made him uncomfortable the first time
Adachi had asked for his leftovers when they first were paired up but now he
was used to it; stupid kid needed to learn how to save his damn money though
instead of using him for meals.
He leaned back against the car with his back to Adachi and stared out at the
hills which were lined with houses mixed in occasionally with trees. They
weren’t far from the Shopping District and Dojima rubbed his sore neck
wondering if he should pick up something for his aching muscles.
“Come on, Adachi,” he checked his watch. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” he asked and Dojima shrugged as he got into his car.
“Shopping district. I need something from Shiroku,” he rubbed his neck again
and Adachi frowned.
“Why not just get some aspirin from Junes?” he pointed over his shoulder in the
direction of the mall.
“The last time I parked there, someone scratched my damn car,” he muttered as
he turned the key to the ignition. “And I don’t like downing a ton of pills,
rookie.”
It seemed to shut Adachi up. They took off, not taking long to reach the nearly
empty district but parking caused a problem. Dojima had to relent to parking at
the gas station and the two of them walked down the street seeing only a few
elderly people mulling about. As he passed Daidara’s he looked in with a raise
of his brow. The blacksmith was bent over a table pounding out a new weapon.
He let out a gruff sigh and continued on ignoring Adachi’s inquisitive gaze on
the back of his neck. The Shiroku store wasn’t far from Daidara’s and Dojima
felt himself smile as he saw the broken capsule machines and the numerous items
piled up against the window advertising miracle cures. They both entered and
Dojima took a moment to scan the store before he moved towards the front. An
old lady stopped reading her book and gave a great big smile when she saw him.
“Oh, Ryotaro-kun,” her raspy voice purred. “Why I haven’t seen you in ages!”
“Good afternoon, Shiroku-san,” he gave a short bow and she placed her book down
which made him quickly look to the cover. A trashy romance. Typical. “It has
been a while.”
“How are you?” she asked.
“Busy,” he gave a small shrug, almost embarrassed as it sounded like he was
making up an excuse.
“Oh yes, you’re a detective now aren’t you? I’m sure Ayame-san would be so
proud if she could see you,” she said and Dojima looked away, flushing. He
really wasn’t in the mood to talk about his mother. “Oh, and… I’m sure you
remember my Hisako-chan, don’t you? She got married!”
“That’s wonderful,” he replied and she gave him a naughty smile that made him
frown.
“You know, you two were very cozy the last time I remember…” she said playfully
and he felt his ears burn at her words. He was still I high school when he
dated Hisako.
“Jeez, Dojima-san, you were involved with her daughter too?” Adachi’s voice
came from behind and he jerked, not expecting him to be there and he put on his
best glare making his partner shrink back. Shiroku let out a laugh.
“Both my daughters, actually young man… My… Youngest daughter is still single,
you know?” she leaned over the counter and Dojima turned back to her, pursing
his lips. “You remember Kayo-chan, do you not Ryotaro? She still remembers you
very fondly.”
He said nothing as he thought to her daughter; very plain but horrendously
kinky. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he remembered their little romps
near the shrine and the one time they were almost caught. He closed his eyes
for a brief moment and composed himself, putting the memories of her panting
daughter out of his head.
“S-Shiroku-san, do you have any medicine for sore muscles?” he opened his eyes
and muttered making the older woman’s smile fade a bit as she began to think.
“Sore muscles? Of course, I should have something,” she got off her stool and
began to dig through the jars behind her leaving Dojima to continue to try and
compose himself. Well, at least her teasing him about his past romantic
encounters was better than the alternative; asking how he was doing since
Chisato died. Most people in town knew by then not to bring it up but
occasionally he got the sympathy card played on him and he hated it more than
anything else.
She hauled out a jar from a cupboard and brought it forward, placing it down.
“Just the thing! Now, you take some of this and rub it on your neck every three
hours for two days and then once a day for a week. Should cure up whatever
ailments you have!”
“That sounds fine,” he said in a soft voice and he brought out his wallet,
digging for some bills.
“Let me get you a jar,” she began to rummage under the counter and a few items
were brought up and placed down; a box full of strange gems, an entire jar
filled with black stones and…
A box of gold keys.
Dojima stared at it as if it was going to explode. “S-Shiroku! Shiroku, what is
that!?” he spat and she paused, staring at him in shock at his outburst. He
grabbed the box and leaned over the counter, shaking it at her. “Where did you
get these!?”
“Dojima-san?” Adachi said from beside him as he came forward, concerned about
the sudden tone he took on. He looked over his shoulder and let out a gasp when
he saw the keys. “Dojima-san! Those are gold keys!”
“I know that you fucking idiot,” he snapped and he locked his eyes on the
bewildered woman. “Where did you get these?! Tell me!”
She placed a hand on her chest, recovering from the shock and she pursed her
lips together as she looked at him with a hard gaze. “A man brought that box to
me a week ago. He asked me to sell those in my store for a hefty profit-”
“How much are these going for?” he cut in, his entire body tense as the only
thing registering in his mind was anger. That damn auction, that goddamn
fucking auction and the keys were being sold in the open practically. He could
hardly contain himself. “Shiroku!”
“Ryotaro, do not take that tone with me!” she shot back and he blinked,
forgetting himself before he shoved Adachi out of his way and leaned more over
the counter.
“Shiroku-san, these could be keys that are connected with a group who are
selling little girls for sex and could be orchestrating murders, now I need you
to tell me right now everything you know. This is crucial, do you understand?!”
he hissed and her eyes became wide and a hand came to her mouth.
“Ryotaro, why didn’t you just say that?! Oh, you always were so rash…” she
fluttered her hands about as she slowly came forward and got back on her stool,
brushing the other items aside. Dojima placed the box down in front of her and
ripped out his notebook waiting for her to start. She sighed and pushed her
glasses up her small nose as she stared at the box.
“Like I said, a man brought that box to me a week ago-”
“Do you remember what he looked like?” he cut in and she sighed, pursing her
lips.
“He was older than you, but not by much and he looked like one of those crime
agents… you know, on the dramas who wear sunglasses and black suits. He just
walked in, holding the box and he placed it on the counter and asked if he
could sell them here. I asked why.”
“What did he say?” Dojima scribbled down the information in shorthand,
underlining the black suit detail.
“He said that my store was perfect to just sell these for a while. They were
keys in a type of contest – some people will come and ask for them and I was to
sell them but I was never to offer them to anyone who didn’t ask first,” she
let out a sigh. “I thought it was suspicious and was going to decline when he
told me how much I would make.”
“And what was that amount?”
“Thirty thousand from every key I sold,” she said bluntly. “I sell them for a
hundred thousand.”
Dojima looked over his shoulder at Adachi who raised both his eyebrows,
impressed. He turned back to the old woman who was looking at the box of keys
with disgust.
“Ryotaro, I would not have sold the keys if I knew what they were connected
with,” she pushed the box away from her. “I never even suspected it would be
connected to such vile things.”
“Shiroku-san, how many keys have you sold?” he asked and she sighed.
“Nearly fifty,” she looked away when she said it. “I never told anyone but they
would come here and ask for a key so somehow word is around. Oh, Ryotaro, what
am I to do?”
He tapped his notebook as he wasn’t sure himself. If they confiscated the box
and the auctioneers came back they would know that the police were onto them
and most likely flee with the girls they had. On the other hand, letting these
pedophiles buy these keys sickened Dojima the most as they most likely were
going to buy a girl at the auction and use her as she was trained to do.
He made a pained expression trying to come up with a solution when Adachi
stepped forward. “Dojima-san? What if we sold the keys?”
“What?” he asked and Adachi closed his eyes, making a gesture with his hands
for him to calm down.
“Just hear me out. Look, we get an officer down here to pose as Shiroku’s son
or cousin or something who is temporarily helping out. He sells the keys to
these people, maybe even using a hidden camera to take photos as he does and we
infiltrate the auction again and if they buy a girl, we bust them later. Sound
good?” he stared at him and Dojima found himself impressed.
“Not bad rookie,” he said and Adachi gave a small shrug, smiling as he did.
“Well, I know the lab is still trying to clean up the photos from the last
auction... and run analysis on the other things so maybe this is good. It’s
bright in here so taking pictures won’t be so dark!” he piped up and Dojima
found himself smiling at his partner; for once it was paying off to have him on
his side. “Then we’ll finally get some leads!”
He turned back to Shiroku. “Do you think you could handle that? If our unit
came in and staged an officer to be a relative working for you?”
She gave a nod. “I would allow it. If it helps get these perverts off the
streets and saves some poor girls then I will of course agree.”
Dojima gave a nod and dug in his pocket for his cell phone. She reached over
and took his hand making him pause going through his contacts. “Ryotaro…” she
said in a kind voice and he waited, assuming she was going to praise him or say
something of the like. “You owe me sixteen hundred yen.”
He stared at her.
--
He got home late again, the house dark as he locked the door. He sighed as he
slipped off his shoes and walked into the kitchen, his stomach hurting as he
did. One look in the fridge and he shut the door, going up the stairs; nothing
edible was in there and he briefly thought to how Nanako and Souji were feeding
themselves but it passed.
He was too tired to even think and he rubbed his neck, still as sore as before.
He entered his room and started unbuttoning his shirt when the sounds of a door
opening piqued his interest. He waited and sure enough Souji came to the door
peeking in shyly as he did. Dojima beckoned him and he flushed.
“S-Sorry…” he muttered as he entered and he gently shut the door behind him.
Dojima said nothing as he pulled off his clothes and got into his set of
pajamas, the black shirt he wore feeling better on his shoulders.
“Souji, what do you want?” he asked quietly and the boy stared at him with his
cheeks flushing. It made him uncomfortable but he pressed past it. “Did you
have a nightmare?”
“N-No…” he muttered and he looked to the floor. “D-Dojima-san… um… Can I ask
you something?”
“Make it quick, I have to be up in the morning to go back to work,” he grunted
as he walked to his futon and began to unroll it. Souji gave a nod but
continued to shift and sigh nervously. Dojima eventually stopped and rubbed his
eyes. “Come on Souji, what is it? Are you in trouble?”
“No…” he bit his lip and he took a step forward opening his mouth to speak but
it got lost in his throat. Dojima felt his gut starting to twist and he
prepared himself for the worst.
“Souji… What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” he reached forward and the boy
made a small sound as he touched his forehead. “Are you sick?”
“No… um… It’s…” his fingers gripped the bottom of his shirt and he started
twisting it. “It’s… about…” He began to mumble again and Dojima frowned and
leaned down.
“Souji, speak up, I can’t understand you,” he grunted and the boy frowned.
“A-Amagi-san…” he said and Dojima found himself scowling.
“What about her?”
Souji made a face as if he was going to ask something – or confess something
and Dojima found himself glaring at the boy, waiting for him to continue but
the moment passed as Souji closed his eyes. He hung his head as he looked at
the floor.
“Dojima-san, I’m scared because my friend is missing,” he said in a blank tone
and Dojima found himself relaxing; for a moment he was worried the boy was
going to say something that he didn’t really want to hear. “Are you going to
protect her too?”
He put a hand on Souji’s shoulder and the boy looked up with a pained
expression which made him squeeze, giving him a small shake.
“Souji, I will. Don’t worry, she’ll be found, I promise,” he said and the boy
smiled but an uncomfortable air settled between them and Dojima found himself
letting go of his shoulder to awkwardly stand before going back to his futon.
Souji remained in place, rubbing his left elbow as he did and he did nothing
for a moment before he gave a short bow.
“Okay… Good night,” he said softly and Dojima rubbed the back of his neck as he
looked at him from over his shoulder.
“Yeah, good night Souji.”
The boy left and he let out a long sigh, shaking his head as he did. Well, that
was most definitely awkward. He only realized then he could have asked Souji a
question about the auctions or inquired more into what the boy was talking
about like he should have when the Amagi girl was mentioned but he was tired
and needed rest.
His gut still churned as he went to sleep telling him that he should have
inquired into what that boy was talking about, why he looked so scared and
agitated… but it was too late. The moment had passed and he wouldn’t think
about it again. He hoped.
 
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Chapter 12: The Third Vice
 
It was one thirty in the morning before the doors to the barn were opened.
Dojima said nothing as he stood by and watched two people pull at the handle
but that familiar feeling of déjà vu and sickness were overtaking his mind and
he sucked on the last bit of his cigarette before he dropped the butt and
stubbed it out.
It was pure chance they heard of where the auction was being held. Adachi’s
plan for an undercover officer in Shiroku worked wonderfully but everyone who
came in spoke nothing of where the auctions were being held; they only came in
and bought a key and left. It was only when the last two keys were being sold
did the two men who purchased them start talking between themselves and give
away the info that it was being held on a large barn that was rented out on the
outskirts of town.
Dojima rubbed his face, careful not to knock his glasses off and he got into
line behind two men trying to look as plain as possible. Each key was turned in
and he dug out the one he had gotten from Shiroku to place in the female
attendant’s hand. She gave a short bow and he found himself being corralled
into the large open space, a lit stage set up with an area behind it blocked
off by curtains and a fence. Just like before.
His stomach was churning and he felt like he was going to be sick. It was just
like the first time and he closed his eyes as he thought of Souji and just how
scared and miserable the boy had been when he was presented. They had to stop
this.
“Keep it the fuck together, Ryotaro,” he heard someone whisper behind him and
he stiffened as a hand touched his shoulder and moved off, a man brushing past
him. His sergeant; he let out a breath of relief.
His boss really didn’t want to be there but he said he had to in case he ‘did
anything fucking stupid again’ which actually did worry him as he didn’t know
if he would. He already learned his lesson with Souji but hell, he was a cop.
These girls needed help.
He took a place standing behind the last row of chairs as all the seats were
taken already and he tried to discreetly scan the crowd. He saw what looked
like one of his squad members up front but from the back he couldn’t really
tell. There was a soft murmur in the air and he watched the people around him,
sick as he did. The barn was more well lit than the last auction and it
disturbed him to see what type of folk had come out for this; he hadn’t noticed
last time but now that he could see… he took in sharp breath.
There was a couple that looked around his age dressed in business clothes
looking at their bid number, an elderly man that could have been his
grandfather, two women with bright makeup in blue dresses eyeing the stage, and
a man texting on a brand new cell phone with slicked back hair and a watch that
looked like it cost more than his house. They weren’t like the men he was used
to seeing at these auctions which almost always had lecherous eyes and
wandering fingers he wanted to break.
They… looked like his neighbours. That’s probably what was making him sick the
most. Normal, ordinary people who he would never expect, bought and used girls
to be slaves.
His thoughts drifted to Souji and the boy’s miserable expressions and tears
when he mentioned being a Rabbit and his gut wrenched in pain. Did any of these
people think of that when they bought these girls? How miserable and abused
they were, how their childhoods were robbed? Did they want to help them or were
they going to be used as they were trained and possibly end up on telephone
poles. He clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to be there.
He needed to go home and see Souji and make sure the boy was safe and-
“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you all for coming,” a familiar voice came from
the stage and Dojima’s eyes shot up; that same portly Hokkaido ringmaster. “We
have a fine lineup for you to see this evening! These Rabbits just became
available on the market and need good homes! But before we show them, a
reminder that all sales are final… If you have troubles with your new Rabbit
you may inquire about it but there is no cash backs, understand?”
Dojima clenched his jaw tight. What were they implying? Inquire about it? He
thought to the first victim frantically and then to something Souji had said.
He begged Dojima not to send him back; was that first victim sent back and
murdered for not doing her duty? What the fuck was going on here?
“We’ll start with Rabbit Z! Bring her out!” the Ringmaster called and a young
girl, not even ten, walked out on the stage and Dojima swallowed the rage and
bile choking his throat. She was only in a pair of panties and bunny ears and
she had dead eyes as she stared at the crowd, turning around as Souji had done
before to display herself.
He shot a look to the crowd and saw some men straining to look. No, this was
wrong, this needed to stop, he couldn’t do this. Not with a girl who was that
young.
And yet, somehow he stood still and watched as fifteen girls were brought forth
and sold to the crowd, one as young as nine and the oldest barely twenty. He
forced himself to concentrate on who bought what, on what numbers were the
winners but it was almost too much for him. The feeling of needing to purge his
stomach was nearly drowning out all other thoughts. He even saw his sergeant in
the crowd once holding a hand over his mouth with a pained expression and he
knew he felt the same.
When it was all over and everyone started to file out, Dojima found himself
following the crowd out since he saw his sergeant and what looked like one of
his men lingering, his dark eyes focused on the men who had bought the two
youngest girls.
He couldn’t take it and once he got out of the barn he swiftly began to walk
towards some small sheds that lined the property away from everything else. It
was behind there he emptied his stomach and clutched his face, feeling helpless
above all else.
He stood there and watched a girl as young as Nanako be sold for sex.
He threw up again.
--
“Ryotaro,” his sergeant said as he stood over his desk, as exhausted as he was
as he held a cup of coffee in his hands. “Go home and see your daughter. Get
some sleep.”
“No offense, sir, but I doubt that I will,” he muttered as he rubbed his eyes.
His boss let out a sigh and pulled out the chair from Adachi’s desk, sitting
down.
“Two officers are already breaking down the door of those shit-headed
pedophiles homes. There is nothing more than you can do right now and you are
fucking useless to me if you’re exhausted, Ryo. Now go home,” he demanded and
Dojima clenched his jaw, his fingers making a fist against his forehead.
“What if they’re not, Sir?” he began, his voice shaking as his anxiety started
to come out. “What if we just watched two little girls get bought and are doing
nothing while they get raped?! How can I justify to myself watching a scared
child – my daughter’s own fucking age – get sold like a bag of dirt and not
doing a damn to help her? How am I supposed to sleep with that?” he begged to
know and his sergeant let out a heavy sigh, avoiding his eyes.
“And what do you propose we fucking did, Ryotaro? Stop the auction by
ourselves? There were four cops there tonight, one goddamn taking pictures for
incriminating evidence and another fucking observer like us. What should we
have done? Stormed the damn stage?” he started to cut into him and Dojima
clenched his jaw hard. “Alert them that we’re onto them so they can run off
into the night and fucking sell little girls somewhere else where the police
don’t fucking goddamn know about them? I know it’s sick, Ryo, don’t ever act
like I wasn’t fucking ready to go puke behind the sheds too but get your head
out of your ass. Nothing good would have come if we fucking reacted!”
He slammed a hand down on Adachi’s desk and Dojima winced. He shook his head.
“We could… We could have saved some poor little nine year old girl from having
her entire life being ruined by some sick piece of shit,” his voice cracked and
he stared at his sergeant with anger, struggling to control himself. “We could
have prevented this and we did nothing.”
“Again, you fucking idiot,” his boss hissed. “I sent out Tashito and Fujitaka
to take down the two goddamn pricks who bought the youngest girls-”
“And what about the rest?” he blurted out. “What will happen to those girls?!
The other thirteen? What comfort will they get once they hear police officers
were present and did nothing!?”
“What do you fucking want!?” his sergeant boomed back making him straighten in
his seat. “We’re all not going to be as fucking dense and stupid as you,
Ryotaro! Not all of us have a fucking hero complex and will shell out fucking
two million yen to buy a child! We are working for the long run here, don’t you
fucking forget that! What is better to you? Huh? Saving a few children tonight
or hundreds of children in the future by dismantling this sick shit
permanently!?”
“It’s wrong,” he said in a soft voice but he knew his argument was lost. His
sergeant was right but it didn’t help quell the guilt and sickness he felt in
his body. “Sir, this… is just too fucked up.”
“Go the fuck home, Ryo,” was his final word as he stood up and slowly made his
way to his office, slumping his shoulders as he did. Dojima said nothing as he
stared at his desk and he started to dig his fingernails into his skull, trying
to control himself and the emotions overtaking his body when he relaxed and his
head slid down to touch the wood.
Sometimes it was too much for him. He inhaled deeply and pushed the emotions
in, buried it in his soul and he was up, grabbing his coat, a numb feeling now
spreading through his body.
Go home, go to sleep, wake up and go to work.
He dully repeated that to himself as he walked to his car, still fighting the
feelings of frustration and sickness as he did. Go home, forget about it, don’t
talk about it, don’t think about it. No, his mind was still fighting it. He
still needed to fight this… No, he couldn’t.
He drove home, stopping only once to grab a case of his third vice and he
parked his car in the garage, staggering to his room with the beer in his hand.
He couldn’t take it.
He drank until he couldn’t feel the agony anymore; until there was no such
thing as slavery or sex or his failure which reeked from his skin. The only
thing he could feel was swimming in that ocean that felt so pleasant that he
wanted to drown in it. He wanted to never leave the current that rocked him
gently back and forth or stop seeing the numerous amounts of small colourful
fish that would swim near him without a care in the world. Here he was at
peace.
But like everything in his life, it never lasted long.
He woke up around two in the afternoon with his stomach tearing apart. He burst
into the bathroom just in time to empty everything he had into the toilet, his
body heaving as he did. All the pain flooded back into his mind and he let out
a strangled cry as he covered his eyes, forcing himself not to remember.
Another shot of pain hit him and he threw up again, his money going down the
drain.
It took a few minutes for him to find the handle of the toilet and he flushed
it with a groan, his cheek resting on the seat. The pain was coming back again,
the thoughts that he had to keep locked down, and he fought not to listen to
them, pushing them back into the recesses of his mind. He didn’t want to face
what had happened last night, he couldn’t. He just couldn’t take the guilt over
what he had did and a chill ran up his spine making him curled against the
bowl, coughing as he did. No, no, no no…
“Daddy?” he heard a girl’s voice ask and he looked over his shoulder, squinting
as he did. Nanako. She flushed when she saw him and disappeared from view. He
gave a groan and rested his head back on the toilet seat, feeling like he was
in a fridge before he started sweating profusely. Nothing was right anymore. He
felt like he was on the edge overlooking hell when a blanket hit his body,
covering his face for a moment. He struggled to hold it against him and he
leaned up, letting out a ragged breath as he did.
Nanako was staring at him. “N-Nanako…?”
“Daddy, you’re naked,” she complained and he frowned as he looked down at
himself; indeed he was and he immediately wrapped the blanket tighter around
his body, flushing as he did. “Your phone has been ringing.”
“What…?” he muttered and she gave him a disappointed look as she held out his
cell phone. He took it with a shaky grasp and frowned, something coming to
light in his mind. “Nanako… why are you home? Don’t you have school…?”
“…It’s Sunday,” she said with concern and he looked back to the toilet. He
didn’t even know the days anymore.
“Where’s Souji,” he asked as he looked back to his daughter and she gave a
small shrug.
“He went out with his new friends. They took him to Junes…” her voice trailed
off as she spoke and Dojima sighed and focused back on his phone. Two missed
calls and some texts. He flicked through the messages, all from Adachi asking
where he was; he started to dial his number at the station.
“Hello? Adachi Tohru speaking,” his partner’s voice came and Dojima waved
Nanako out of the bathroom.
“Adachi,” he coughed after he said his name. “You phoned me?”
“Dojima-san! Wow you sound… uh, where are you?” he asked and Dojima sighed as
he rubbed his eyes, staring at the toilet still feeling sick.
“I’m at home. What do you want?” he muttered.
“Jeez, I heard some of the officers say you went home but I thought they were
lying… Oh, but then again I heard about the auction too,” he said awkwardly
into the phone. “Oh but, I have good news for you! Two of the guys who bought
the little girls are in our holding cells! Looks like Fujitaka lost his temper
with one.”
Dojima perked up. “H-How are they? The girls?”
Adachi let out a sigh into the phone. “I dunno. One isn’t speaking… it’s like
she’s a zombie. The other can speak but it’s Russian or something and we can’t
understand her. We’re working on getting a translator but not much we can do.”
He sighed and rested his head on the toilet. The guilt was still in him though
despite everything and he let out a pathetic wheeze. “Adachi… I’ll be down
there in thirty minutes,” he started but his partner interrupted.
“It’s okay, Dojima-san… take a day. The sergeant went home really early too so,
um… Get some rest. We’ll be alright down here…” Adachi said into the line and
Dojima found himself feeling miserable. They didn’t need him. Fine.
“Yeah, alright,” he shut his phone before he had to speak any longer and bent
over the toilet, his head now killing him. It was all so fucked up. He was
thrilled the girls were safe but he hadn’t done a damned thing to help them and
it made him feel small and useless. He spit a bit into the toilet before he
staggered up and went back to his room.
There were three beers left in the box and he cracked one open, not caring that
it was warm. He just needed to mask the pain a bit longer, just until he was
strong enough mentally to fix himself and mend the shithole that was his
existence. He fell back onto his futon, gulping the liquid down and he closed
his eyes as he pulled the can away, his head starting to swim again.
It was laughable how pathetic he was.
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He woke up once again at eight, his head still throbbing and his body aching.
He tried to get up, knocking empty beer cans around as he did and he struggled
to put on a pair of pants and throw on whatever shirt he could find. He had to
piss and he stumbled forward, coughing as he did.
Once he relieved himself he tugged his sweats up, frowning as they tried to
fall off his hips and he grabbed the two strings and tied them tight around his
waist. He didn’t realize how much weight he lost in the last few weeks and he
looked in the mirror, frowning as he did. Red, puffy eyes with noticeable bags
under them, scraggy beard, hair a mess; he grabbed his razor and spent some
time cleaning himself up but he couldn’t hide the way his eyes looked. He gave
up and went downstairs, finding Nanako watching the television and Souji’s seat
empty. He frowned and she looked at him for a brief moment before facing the
television again not speaking.
He pursed his lips and went to the fridge, opening it to see two beer cans
hidden in the back and a box with a single mushroom in it. He slammed the door.
“Is there anything to eat, Nanako,” he called and he waited for her to answer.
“No,” she said in a soft voice. “There never is, Dad.”
The feeling of guilt and anger entered him again and he pressed his forehead
against the fridge, trying to calm himself. He didn’t know why every word she
seemed to say made him want to fly into a rage and he directed his emotions
elsewhere, going to grab the phone off the receiver as he started to dial a
number. He saw her watch him out of the corner of her eye.
“Hello, Aiya’s? Yes, I would like to place an order…” he asked with a sigh and
he opened a drawer, slapping a few papers around until he found the menu
pamphlet from the restaurant. “Uh… Can I get…” he paused and held the phone
against his ear with his shoulder as he flipped through the menu trying to
decide. “I don’t know… Just give me two bowls of Oyakodon, some Anpan and
whatever the special is of the day.”
He turned to his daughter. “Do you want to add anything?” he asked in a bit of
impatience and Nanako bit her lip as she thought.
“No,” she finally said and he sighed as he looked back at the calendar on the
wall. He got a confirmation and gave his address. Once he put the phone down he
rubbed the back of his neck, feeling how tense his muscles were and he wandered
to the couch, dropping down on his back. Nanako said nothing and the two
started to watch television when the door opened. She immediately got up.
“Welcome home!” she called as she ran forward and Dojima pushed himself up,
staring as Souji came into view. He was smiling and holding a Junes bag which
he promptly gave to Nanako.
“Here, Nanako-chan,” he said. “I bought us some sukiyaki donburi to eat! From
Junes!”
“Oh, yum!” she smiled back before her expression dampened a bit. “Oh, Dad
already ordered some food.”
Souji looked up and his cheeks turned pink as he saw him making Dojima look
away uncomfortably. “Dojima-san! You’re home!” he quickly walked over. “Dojima-
san! Dojima-san! Guess what?!”
“…What?” he asked softly as he finally got into a sitting position. Souji
practically bounced on the couch.
“I got a job!”
“What!?” he snapped. How in the hell-?
“A volunteer job,” Nanako said from where she was standing and Dojima found
himself frowning as he stared at the two. Souji just nodded, still excited.
“I fold paper cranes! Here! I’ll show you!” he bolted from the couch and ran
upstairs leaving Dojima and Nanako alone. Nanako just smiled as she looked into
the bag and took it to the fridge, placing it on the second shelf. A few
seconds later Souji came back down holding a few coloured pieces of papers and
he placed them on the table, getting into position as he started to fold.
It took him under a minute to produce a crane and he held it up for Dojima to
see, proud of himself for his work. He couldn’t help but smile and he carefully
took it from the boy’s hands, examining it.
“I don’t get any money for it but Chie-chan said people like it if you do
things like this. It shows you’re diligent and it’ll help me get a real job!”
he said brightly and Dojima said nothing as he stared at it. Despite how dark
his job got, how much he hated himself for being useless, Souji had a way of
making him feel better and he found himself getting up to pet the boy’s head,
still holding the crane.
“I’m proud of you, Souji,” he said softly and the boy beamed, his cheeks
turning red as he stared at him in utter adoration that made him smile back; it
didn’t feel weird this time for some reason. He handed the crane back to him
but Souji shook his head.
“It’s a gift for you,” he said and he went and folded another crane, holding it
out for Nanako who was now walking to go back to her position at the table.
“And one for you, Nanako-chan!”
“Thank you,” she took it from him and held it and the two stared at each other
before they giggled at some seemingly shared joke between the two. Dojima was
about to question it when there was a knock on the door.
“Aiya’s,” a female voice called and he looked around for his wallet, running up
the stairs to where he left it in the pocket of his pants.
He couldn’t remember the last time he shared a meal with Nanako and Souji but
it made him relax and getting actual hot food into his stomach seemed to soothe
his body despite the fact that Souji still ate practically all of it and at an
alarming pace. After, Nanako and Souji chatted about some weird television show
she had obviously gotten him into before the boy turned to him as if expecting
him to join in.
He steered the conversation elsewhere. “How are you doing in school, Souji?”
“I’m okay,” he replied. “The teacher talks really fast sometimes but Chie-chan
taught me how to write shorthand so I can get more information down. And I can
join a club now, they told me!” He pursed his lips for a second. “But I don’t
know much about sports.”
“You should join anyways,” he encouraged him, thinking back to his own days on
the soccer team. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind teaching you.”
“Really?” Souji blurted out and he leaned forward as if this was some sort of
secret that was being revealed to him. “So I can go join!”
“It could be beneficial,” Dojima shrugged as he stared at him with a wry smile.
Maybe it would get him to branch out and make new friends… instead of the
knife-wielding Junes boy. “Keep you busy as well. I remember I was a part of a
few clubs in school… used to skip a few classes to get to them sometimes,” he
chuckled until he realized how it sounded. “Don’t skip school for club work,
Souji.”
“I won’t!” he said, still excited that he had permission to experience yet
another thing he never had in his past.
Dojima found his smiled faltering as something entered his head that he didn’t
feel the need to repress. He looked down at himself, realizing he didn’t have
his cigarettes and he got up to go fetch a pack off the counter, taking a
matchbook with him.
He signalled to Souji as he opened the patio door and the boy followed him out
like an obedient dog. He closed the door behind him and grabbed the ashtray,
moving to the edge farthest from the glass just in case Nanako heard. It took a
moment for him to light his cigarette – he wasn’t used to matches after using
his lighter for so long – and he let out a breath. Souji said nothing as he
stood by.
“Souji… I need to ask you something,” he said quietly as he stared out at the
neighbour’s house. “Look, last night…” he contemplated telling him until he saw
the boy’s eyes. He was staring at him, almost scared and Dojima pursed his lips
as he flicked some ashes from the end of his cigarette. “Souji, we picked up
two young Rabbits this morning. They were very young and one of them doesn’t
speak Japanese. Have you ever encountered Rabbits at the farm like this? Was
this a common thing?”
Souji frowned and began to think, his eyes focused on the deck for a moment as
he did. “Sometimes there were Rabbits who I didn’t understand. The Wolves
brought them in with the trucks full of food,” he pointed to his hair. “One
Rabbit was really pretty and had light hair like me but it was yellow. I didn’t
understand her and she didn’t last long.”
“Why not, Souji?” he asked and the boy shifted in place.
“Well, she couldn’t understand us! We tried to make her see what she had to do
when we were trained but she refused!” he began twisting the bottom of his
shirt just as he had done a few nights before. “You… You just had to let the
wolves take the toys and put them in you in the morning, that’s all… But she
fought back and said things none of us understood. And… she was taken away.”
He stared at the deck and Dojima exhaled through his nose, trying to control
himself. “Why… Why would they bring her then?”
Souji shook his head. “I don’t know. But they always told me I was special… I
had light hair. If the other Rabbits wanted light hair they had to wear a wig
or try and dye it and the Masters didn’t like that.”
Dojima said nothing. Foreign girls were brought in because of their looks but
they didn’t obey. He clenched his jaw and stared at the cigarette between his
fingers wondering how many of them were killed over the years; this shit needed
to stop. He inhaled a good length of the cigarette and blew the smoke out
through his teeth, agitated, his mind going back to his uselessness. He just
added to the problem, he should have stopped that auction.
He flinched when he felt hands touch his arm and Souji frowned and stepped
back, looking embarrassed. “Shit, sorry Souji…” he muttered as he rubbed his
temple with his thumb. “Thanks for telling me that, it helps.”
He nodded and shifted awkwardly before he tried again; this time Dojima allowed
him to rest his hands on his arm and he gave a small squeeze. He was trying to
comfort him.
“I said I’d help you, Dojima-san,” he said, mostly to himself. “So, please, you
can ask me any questions! I want to help!”
He shook his head. “That was plenty for now. Thanks, Souji,” he breathed out a
long line of smoke again, giving him a tired smile. “You’ve helped a lot
already.”
“I-I have?”
He nodded and looked back to the neighbour’s house, his anger fading a bit as
he felt Souji squeeze his arm once more. They stood in silence, listening to
the sounds of the muffled television from the patio and a dog barking somewhere
when Dojima found himself reaching into his pocket, pulling his wallet out
again. He pulled out a few hundred yen and handed it to Souji who released his
arm in confusion.
“What’s this?” he asked, looking to the bill and Dojima shrugged, exhaling some
smoke as he did.
“If you keep doing well in school Souji then I’ll increase your allowance,” he
pointed at the bills. “But for now, every week that you don’t get into trouble
and keep to your studies and cranes, you’ll get money from me.”
“R-Really?” he stammered as he leaned up on his toes to stare at him as if he
was lying. Dojima felt himself laugh; kid was weird but it was sort of
endearing in a way.
“You can spend it on anything you want,” he smiled and he found himself being
forced into a hug, Souji’s arms tight around him as his forehead hit him in the
chest. He coughed when it did.
“Thank you, Dojima-san!” Souji cried and he clung to him like a cat on a pole.
All Dojima could do was take it, his cheeks flushing as he did.
“Yeah... Anytime kid.”
 
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***** Catch 22 *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Screwing Around.
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Souji smiled as he stood over his uncle, pulling his foreskin up over the head
of his dick roughly making him jerk from underneath. The cock ring he had put
on him looked like it was becoming painful but still he made no attempt to take
it off, despite Dojima’s begging. He merely continued torturing the man, his
index finger stabbing at his slit when he stopped teasing his foreskin.
“S-Souji, please!” Dojima wailed and he clamped his hands on his mouth again,
his cheeks red. Souji just grinned again and put a finger to his lips.
“Remember, Nanako’s sleeping,” he said softly and his uncle clamped his eyes
shut tight, tears forming as he began to shake, his body screaming for release.
He couldn’t give it to him, not yet, and he bent down on one knee, using his
previous free hand to now force a few fingers inside his uncle’s body,
thrusting them in and out. One hand teased the head of his throbbing cock while
the other started finger fucking him, stretching him as he did.
He decided to be nice and use some lubricant and it was a short amount of time
before both hands were pulling Dojima’s ass apart, now fitting four fingers
into his body. His uncle shook his head, his hands tight over his mouth, his
entire face red and Souji just grinned up at him again, curling his fingers to
make a sort of triangle shape so he could test adding his thumb in. He pushed
and got up to his knuckles feeling the muscles around his fingers clench
desperately, trying to get him out.
He shook his head. “You wanted to try something new, Dojima,” Souji said
softly, pulling his hand out so he could grab his uncle’s hips and yank his
body closer to him on the living room floor. Dojima fell on his back, a muffled
whimper escaping from behind his hands but he made no attempt to protest
further; he merely stared at Souji, submissive but scared and Souji couldn’t
help but kiss his forehead, gently telling him to relax.
He forced his fingers back inside, pushing his uncle to his limits as more of
his hand disappeared inside his body. It was when he pulled back a little that
Dojima broke. “S-Souji! D-Don’t! I changed my mind,” he pleaded. “Please d-
don’t… You’ll break me!”
Souji tried hard not to laugh. “Dojima-san, it’s okay. Just relax. I’ve
practiced fisting before.”
Dojima shook his head and he let out another ragged, desperate cry as Souji
pushed his hand forward again, slowly making a fist inside his body. A finger
to his lips got his uncle covering his mouth again and he focused on trying to
at least get more of his hand inside him, grabbing the bottle of lubricant to
spill onto his wrist and Dojima’s hole. It felt like forever to get to his
wrist but he finally accomplished it and he stopped pushing forward so he could
admire his work.
He checked back to Dojima and rolled his eyes at his state; there were distinct
lines on his uncle’s face where the tears were trailing down and his entire
face and hands were red as if he was trying to suffocate himself. Souji gave
him a smile, his eyes locked on his in amusement.
“My dear Ryotaro,” he said in a soothing voice. “It’s alright. It feels good
doesn’t it?” He didn’t wait for him to reply as he pulled his hand back making
his entire body shake violently as if he was going to explode. “If you think
that’s impressive, wait for this!”
Souji thrust his hand up and his uncle arched violently, letting out a scream
that was muffled by his hands as he kicked out to escape. Souji placed his free
hand on his stomach and began fucking his uncle with his fist, licking his lips
at how tight he felt. Dojima thrashed, his body twisting and he let go of his
mouth to take in a deep breath, crying as he did but he muffled it with one of
the pillows around the center table, hugging it tight as he was subjected to
the act.
Souji let go of his stomach to pull the cock ring off and as soon as he did
come came spilling out from his uncle making him shout into the pillow in pain.
Souji didn’t stop fisting him while he did, driving part of his wrist into the
hot body before him. His own cock was aching in his pants, wanting to fuck his
uncle just as he was doing with his hand but it wasn’t what he wanted that
night; he wanted to see his uncle arching and losing it and he was getting
rewarded with the sight.
He eventually got him on his knees and he awkwardly remained over him, his hand
driving relentlessly; he could feel him clench around him several times, feel
his hips jerk as he came shamelessly against the floor but it wasn’t as
satisfying until Dojima looked over his shoulder, sweat on his forehead and
tears falling down his cheek.
“S-Souji!” his voice was wavering and choked and he found himself slowing down
to hear what he had to say. “F-Fuck me!”
It didn’t take long to get him screaming so loud into the pillow that even
Souji feared Nanako would wake. But he finished and pulled his sopping hand
out, watching lubricant spill from his uncle’s gaping asshole as his hips gave
way and he fell against the floor. Souji licked his dry lips, reached down and
touched the front of his pants which were soaked and he started wiping off his
hand. Dojima made no attempt to get up.
“Dojima-san?” he asked, worried and he leaned over to check on him, touching
his shoulder lightly. His uncle only responded with a pant.
“S…Souji… fuck me again…”
 
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“I’m back,” Dojima sighed as he closed the door behind him, his shoulders
aching as he set down the bag holding his case of beer so he could get his
shoes off.
“Welcome home,” Souji’s voice drifted from the kitchen and he waited a beat,
expecting to hear Nanako’s voice as well but it never came. He frowned and
stepped forward into his home, grabbing the bag as he did. He found the living
room was indeed empty and Souji was alone in the kitchen cooking; the kid
didn’t miss a beat. “Mai-chan came by to get Nanako. She said she needed to
talk to her so they just went around the corner for some privacy.”
Dojima raised a brow. “Anything I should be concerned about?” he asked a bit
uneasy as he pulled the case of beer from the bag and placed it in the fridge.
Souji only smiled as he stirred the chopsticks around in the pot.
“I don’t think so. Sometimes… girls just need to talk,” he said with a bit of a
laugh and he finally turned to look at him, grinning as he did. Dojima only let
out a sigh.
“What would I do without you, Souji?” he asked, sitting down in his usual spot
in the kitchen where his paper had been laid out. “I would have come home,
found Nanako gone and would have run out into the streets…” He waved his hand
towards the door. “But now, I come home and…”
He went silent for a moment and Souji looked over his shoulder at him, giving
him a smile. Dojima smiled back. “It’s going to be hard when you leave, kid.”
His smile faltered a bit and he looked to the floor before his body turned back
to face the steaming pot in front of him. Dojima pursed his lips a bit, feeling
the air become awkward and he picked up his paper, flipping through it to
distract himself; his eyes sunk down a bit as he started reading the local
news, shutting his mind off as he did as a relaxation tactic when Souji
appeared beside him holding two bowls. He closed the paper and pushed his chair
back, rubbing the back of his neck as he walked over to the table in the living
room.
Souji placed down a bowl in front of his spot and handed him his black
chopsticks which he took with a nod. As he was about to sit down Souji moved
forward and brushed his lips against his cheek; Dojima froze, his eyes widening
a bit but a quick look to the table reminded him Nanako wasn’t there. He began
to flush and Souji smiled.
“Dojima-san,” he said softly and he leaned forward again, his lips gently
touching his. “Dojima… I…”
He said nothing and instead made his move, capturing his nephew’s lips against
his own kissing him a bit harder than the one he received. His chopsticks were
tossed on the table so he could reach up and tilt Souji’s head back and Souji’s
fingers grasped the front of his shirt as he let him take over, both feverishly
letting their mouths and tongues meet. Every time there was a mention of the
day Souji was going to leave or the two being apart they found themselves like
this at some point, desperately trying to forget the inevitable.
Their affair had been going on four months now and with December coming, it was
almost too much for Dojima to take; his nephew would be gone soon and he would
be alone. It made him push his tongue further into his mouth, tasting whatever
he could before he focused on caressing his neck with his thumbs, still tilting
the boy’s head back. Souji pulled at his bottom lip, his teeth lightly grazing
it for a second before a slamming noise made them instantly depart.
Nanako trotted into the house, pulling her mittens off as she did. “I’m back,”
she said with a sigh and Souji smiled at her, walking over to her to try and
hide what they had been doing.
“Welcome back, Nanako-chan,” he said in a soft voice and she smiled up at him
before her eyes locked on Dojima. He flushed a bit and gave a nod before
looking away.
“Welcome back, sweetheart.”
He looked to Souji who was fetching another bowl from the cabinet and he licked
his lips still tasting his nephew on them. They would have to continue tonight
after all of Inaba had gone to sleep.
 
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“You… want… to suck me off while I suck you off,” he asked quietly from his
desk, his cheeks tinting pink as he looked to his uncle who was flushed a deep
red. Dojima let out a sigh and shifted uncomfortably.
“Forget it,” he waved his hand as he turned to go but Souji was out of his
chair and grabbing his wrist before he could move any farther.
“Dojima, wait,” he begged and he instinctively wrapped his arms around his
waist to hold him as he pressed himself against his back. “Come on, wait. I
didn’t say no.” There was a sigh and he felt Dojima shift his weight, his hands
coming up to hold Souji’s arms against his stomach as he stared at the floor.
“Dojima,” Souji kissed the back of his neck, licking for a brief moment on the
spot before he clamped his mouth down and sucked. His last love bite was
beginning to fade and he decided to make a new one when Dojima started to turn.
Their foreheads met. “Souji…” he said softly and Souji kissed his lips for a
second before withdrawing.
“Do you want to do it now?” he asked as he looked into his uncle’s eyes and he
watched him give a slight nod, flushing once more. “Here or…?”
“No. Here,” he said, his voice almost cracking which made him clear his throat.
“My bed’s a mess right now.”
Souji smiled and reached down to grab his wrists, stepping backward as he
manoeuvred to his futon. He had already spread it out, having expected to just
do homework before going to sleep but he had read his English texts enough to
know it wasn’t sinking in and being with his uncle was more important – and
fun.
Once he was at the edge he wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him in for
a gentle kiss as his fingers reached up to pet the stubble that lined his jaw.
Dojima reached down and wrapped his arms around him, both embracing for a
second before they parted and started to undress. Souji kicked his pants off to
the side, pulling at his uncle’s tie while he worked on his and he fell down to
the futon with his uncle on top, their kiss once again resuming.
He shifted onto his side once they had made out feverishly for what felt like
longer than normal and he paused for a moment wondering how he wanted to do
this when Dojima made a motion with his finger. “…L…Lie down. Like this,” he
tried to move him and Souji found himself chuckling which made his uncle turn
red.
“You want to do this while we’re on our sides?” he asked as he shifted so he
was resting on the left side of his body, hand reaching to gently stroke his
uncle’s cock. Dojima flushed and didn’t meet his eyes. “It’s fine,” he
reassured him and leaned down to get to work, his mouth sliding over the cock
in his hand. He sucked gently on the tip, his hand moving up and down his shaft
before he held him at the angle he wanted and moved his head while his hand
remained steady.
He felt a tongue against his own cock and peeked down to see his uncle
mimicking him, licking at his shaft, his cheeks red. Souji smiled and made a
fist with his hand, moving it with his lips as he sucked on him, feeling his
cock grow hard and thick in his mouth. He took a few moments to tease his slit
but he moved up to his balls knowing that was where Dojima’s weakness lay.
He stroked him off, taking a ball into his mouth and he began to suck as his
arm that had been supporting his upper body moved his free hand now able to
join in and he used it to slip between his uncle’s legs to insert a finger into
him.
His breath caught as he felt his uncle start to deep throat him, swallowing his
entire length and he shivered for a moment, losing focus as the sensations that
lapped at his body begged him to lose it but he held his own and teased Dojima
back. He felt clenching around his two inquisitive fingers and precome against
his palm as he jerked him off, moving to take his other testicle into his mouth
to suck on.
Dojima bucked and Souji smirked; he spread his legs and leaned up further, his
tongue joining his fingers as he started jerking him off in a corkscrew motion
which got him leaking. He could feel his uncle getting close and he himself was
starting to shake. His uncle had taken his lead and how a thick finger was
sliding in and out of him but he tried to control himself.
He could feel Dojima attempting to do it as well but he was a bit quicker at
getting him to break. Three fingers and his tongue curling inside him with his
index finger rubbing at his slit convinced him to come against his chest and
doing so made him take Souji at once, his hot mouth more than he could bear.
Souji released with a loud pant into his uncle’s mouth, feeling him swallow
against his cock.
He pulled back and took his uncle’s dripping cock into his own mouth, cleaning
him up. It was bitter and sticky but Souji loved it nonetheless. He withdrew to
look down at Dojima who was still cleaning him up and he pulled away so his
mouth could be free allowing him to shift so he could kiss him. Their tongues
met and both let out a groan.
“Glad you asked for this?” Souji smiled and Dojima flushed, looking down in
embarrassment.
“Yes,” he admitted and Souji kissed him, smirking against his trembling lips.
“How did you find out about this?”
“…The magazines… In your drawer…”
It was Souji’s turn to blush.
 
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Souji slowly opened his eyes as the sound of the bell wind chime broke through
his sleep. He blinked once, looking up to the ceiling and found wooden beams
above him reminding him where he was; he was on the small deck facing the yard.
The sound of a cicada chirping drew his eyes to the side and he looked at the
faded stone wall that lined the Dojima property, a slight breeze rustling his
hair.
He sighed and closed his eyes again, shifting on his side to face the yard when
the sound of the front door closing drew his eyes open again. He contemplated
getting up to greet whoever came in but his laziness prevented him from moving,
his body more content to be at peace on its side.
He heard shuffling in the living room. “Souji?” a male voice came and he
shifted slightly, recognizing it. “I thought you were out.”
“Dojima-san,” he said softly but before he could turn to get up, his uncle was
standing over him, cigarette dangling between his lips, his expression his
usual half-scowl. He lay back down with a sigh. “My plans were cancelled,” he
reached to his side and picked up the book he had been attempting to read.
“So…”
“I see,” he muttered and his eyes drew up to look around the yard, the wind
chime sounding once again. Souji continued to stare at him, at his crooked tie,
the stubble getting a little thicker under his jaw indicating he would be
shaving soon, the bandage on his wrist. He felt his heart pound in his chest,
not rapidly but enough for him to feel it in the bottom of his throat and he
looked away, slowly forcing his body up.
His uncle stepped back as he got up, brushing the back of his pants and they
both stared out at the bare yard to the stones that had small cracks forming in
the showing their age. Dojima sighed and pulled his cigarette from his lips,
flicking the ashes away. “Pretty pathetic when you consider theirs.”
He nodded to the neighbours and Souji pursed his lips as he looked over the
wall to glimpse at the greenery that sprouted up from the opposite yard. He
could see the start of their garden growing a second harvest, the sounds of a
small waterfall coming from the corner where he suspected a fountain was and
the smell of flowers ride on the slight breeze in the air.
He merely gave a shrug. “They’re home all the time, Dojima-san. They have all
day to preen the trees and care for the garden.”
He could tell his uncle wasn’t satisfied with the answer; he merely placed his
cigarette back in his lips and burned down a good portion of it. Souji stared
at him, his heart still pounding and he wondered how much trouble he would get
in if he kissed him but he repressed his thought, looking away uncomfortably.
He picked up his book and started to go inside but Dojima stopped him.
“Want to go out?” he asked casually and Souji flushed as he turned on his heel
to stare at him. His uncle didn’t notice, more preoccupied with digging his
wallet out of his pants. “I’m almost out of cigarettes and… I guess we should
pick up something to eat tonight.”
Souji pressed his lips together, his ears burning at his misunderstanding.
“S..Sure Dojima-san. I’ll get changed.”
As he left his uncle watched his back, his tongue pressing against his cheek as
he tossed his wallet back and forth between his hands. He was baiting him, he
knew it, but it was a bit of a thrill to see how Souji reacted to his innuendo.
Though, if he wasn’t careful himself he’d have his tongue down his throat –
until he knew for sure Souji reciprocated he had to tread lightly.
 
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***** Confused *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Truthfully... I don't even remember writing this. But I did. It must
     have been after I purged my old account (hylianbottlefaery). Well,
     adding it in. Warning for Noncon, Language, and a lot of
     unpleasantness.
     I did write consensual things with Dojima, I swear...
Souji let out a ragged breath as he leaned forward more, his fingers digging
harder into the short black hairs underneath him as he started to thrust a
little quicker than his previous pace. He wasn’t quite at the point of needing
to come but he could feel the stirring in his stomach and sweat beginning to
form on the back of his neck indicating it wouldn’t be long before he would
want to.
His eyes dragged down to stare at his uncle who had the back of his head
against the couch, fingers still clutching his jeans which were bunched up on
his legs mid-thigh. His throat was relaxed, his eyes shut, his breathing ragged
and his face was flushed which made Souji take a moment to appreciate how
handsome Dojima was before he snapped his hips down faster, driving his cock
further into his mouth. Dojima let out a whimper but he ignored it and looked
to the wall, focusing on his pleasure as he massaged the hair in his fingers.
For a moment he was filled with guilt. He knew Dojima was only letting him use
him as a come dumpster to try and make up for his own shame over the day he
admitted he was attracted to him which Souji had told him was sick. It was,
really. A forty-two year old man, who happened to be his uncle, falling in love
with him? He was a seventeen year old boy with a girlfriend – it disgusted him.
But Yukiko wasn’t ready to move past holding hands and his sexual frustrations
got the better of him sometimes. When he found out he could use his uncle he
took it; just to get the edge off he had convinced himself at first.
But seeing Dojima constantly let him fuck his ass hard, come in his mouth and
make him swallow, do whatever kink he wanted to try… It made him feel guilty
that he was taking advantage of him. He knew of how his Aunt died, of how
lonely his uncle was and how he really took a chance admitting something he
obviously had struggled with but he couldn’t reciprocate. At first it was over
how it disgusted him but now he felt even if he was falling in love with him,
the way he treated him was terrible. How could they move into something serious
when Souji treated him less than a person at times?
He grit his teeth and shoved the guilt to the back of his mind, not wanting to
think about it. There was a hot mouth around his cock and he should just fuck
it; that was all this was. He found himself looking down again at his uncle,
staring at Dojima’s closed eyes and flushed cheeks and he pulled one hand away
to slap the side of his head to make him pay attention to him. Dojima’s eyes
slowly opened and Souji pursed his lips as he stared up at him, full of shamed
lust and for a second what looked like bliss. He waited for his command, his
tongue moving to rub his cock and Souji sneered at him.
“Finger yourself you slut,” he growled and Dojima gave a slight nod, his eyes
closing once again. He let go of his jeans and his hands fell down to his own
pants, pulling at his belt. Souji stared at the wall again, listening to the
sounds of his uncle sliding his clothes down and he felt him swallow around his
cock before his body tensed. He was doing as he said and he went back to
gripping his head and fucking it against the couch.
He closed his eyes and tried thinking about Yukiko, if she would ever let him
do this and before his mind could come up with an answer, his uncle started
moving his head with his thrusts and Souji lost the thought. He just bucked his
hips down and focused on convincing the teasing feeling of release to come and
hit him, allow him to come and take off the frustrating edge that plagued him.
He found himself staring down once more at his uncle’s face, looking to the
blush that was now on his ears and he gripped his head hard and started
thrusting without stopping. Dojima stilled himself, relaxing his throat and
Souji began to pant as he stared at him, watching his cock disappear down his
throat, his silver pubic hair at his uncle’s nose when he was fully inside. It
didn’t take long, less than thirty seconds for Souji to let his head fall back
and his own voice come out in a strangled cry as he released himself into his
uncle’s throat, feeling him shake underneath. He pulled out as he did, hearing
a loud ‘pop’ and he gazed down at his work, at the semen sliding down his
uncle’s chin, dripping from his tongue and the hazy expression he sported, his
grey eyes fogged and submissive.
Below his hand was between his legs and still moving and Souji pursed his lips
as he took a small step back, watching him continue to do as he had commanded.
His cock was half erect and his red tie was uneven on his chest with dark
stains now on the collar of his shirt where the semen had dripped and absorbed.
It disgusted and thrilled Souji at the same time, how easy his uncle was and
how pathetic he could be, obeying every order given to him.
He felt his cheeks grow hot in shame as he stared, aware that he was the one
making him do this not even considering what Dojima actually wanted to do. He
stared at his cock, thinking about if he kissed him and jerked him off, what
would he do? If he pleasured him for once would that make it alright? Would he
forgive him for all the other things he had done?
He found himself slapping his uncle instead, watching his cheek turn bright red
where he had connected. “Stop it,” he hissed. “Get your fingers out of your
ass.”
Dojima stopped and pulled away, his grey eyes locked on his, his breathing
coming out ragged. Souji wanted to comfort him but he found his hand slapping
him again, taking on hurting him instead for confusing him; for making him
question his feelings and filling him with guilt. “G-Go upstairs, you slut.
Don’t you dare touch yourself either! Go to your room and fucking stay there
until I come in, understand?”
He got up without another word, his cheek now a deep red and his eyes still a
bit unfocused. He pulled his pants up and made his way to the stairs and Souji
felt himself shake, ashamed at how he was treating him. He wanted to stop but
he couldn’t. He wanted to kiss Dojima but the thought repulsed him; he wanted
to give him pleasure but kick him where it mattered if he did to punish him for
feeling anything.
He looked to the wall, confused and upset.
 
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***** Creeping Animal Rights *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Okay, this was a gift for a user on here called Jasryl. The first! I
     feel bad because I did purge her gifts but hopefully one day she'll
     see them again. Warning for slight Dubcon and Souji being crazy.
     And you know the sad thing? I've never been able to write a blowjob
     scene as good as this one again. I need to get cracking on that.
Souji crept forward, careful not to step down too hard lest the floor creak and
Nanako wake up. He manoeuvred through the hallway, his aim the bedroom that his
uncle occupied and he managed to reach it without a single slip or noise making
him smile as he slipped in.
It was Sunday morning so Dojima was home for once and Souji felt his mouth
water as he took in the sight of his lightly sleeping uncle from his place on
his futon. He was on his back, his head nearly falling off the edge of his
pillow as he breathed quietly through his slightly parted lips. Souji bit his
own as he strode forward, his fingers twitching as he drank in how remarkably
handsome Dojima was, even when he was asleep, and he aimed for what he came
for.
He pulled the covers down to expose his uncle’s hips, his eyes on the thin
cotton pajamas where he could see the outline of his cock; laying on the left
side of his thigh, as always. There were nearly stars in his eyes as he stared.
He began constantly licking his lips, gathering saliva as he reached up and
pulled the blue fish bottoms down, thanking the gods that Dojima went without
any underwear when he slept as it left him with better access. He left his
pants stay at mid-thigh and he crawled onto his body, careful not to stir the
sleeping detective as he got into position.
He brushed a few loose strands of hair away from his mouth and leaned down to
lightly lick the bottom of Dojima’s shaft. The man didn’t move and he took it
as a good sign for him to fully plant his mouth against it, flushing at how hot
it was against his lips.
He didn’t use his hands for the first part, only ever his mouth to bring Dojima
to full hardness. It was a type of game he played where he would challenge
himself to accomplish a task and if he failed then he would walk away without a
reward. It made him focus and keep his diligence and learn self-control which
he usually found himself losing whenever he sucked off his uncle.
His mouth moved along the shaft, tasting the salty skin and relishing the
feeling of blood rushing down to the now half-erect cock. He gave the underside
a long lick with his tongue, laying it flat as he ran it up and when he kissed
the tip, Dojima shuddered and his legs shifted.
Souji giggled to himself and did it again. He loved watched Dojima squirm in
his sleep as it got him to express things Souji would never see if he didn’t.
The sight of Dojima’s brows fixing in slight pleasure before he would moan, how
his fingernails would lightly grip his blankets or his hips move up, wanting
more.
A few more licks in all the right places got Dojima’s cock up and erect and
Souji congratulated himself on a job well done; he had done his task and he
could now touch his favourite part of his uncle. Well, maybe second favourite.
The stubble that usually lined Dojima’s chin that scratched him when they
kissed or made him purr like a cat when it was stroked was possibly his
favourite. But his cock was a close second since it usually gave him such raw
pleasure that he would practically black out when it was lodged in his ass.
He gripped the base of his cock and pulled it so he could put it into his
mouth, his head at an angle as he did and he moaned as it rubbed against his
cheek. His uncle wasn’t a monster cock, as he heard it being described, but he
had girth and that was enough for Souji; it made his knees weak at how it
stretched his mouth and ass in a way that made him feel like he couldn’t
breathe.
He closed his eyes and moaned as he moved against it, his tongue rubbing
against all that it came in contact with as his head bobbed up and down. He
wanted Dojima to come, to fill his stomach and mouth with his seed until he was
sure he couldn’t produce any more or he couldn’t hold it down so that it would
drip from his lips and stain the floor.
He loved it when his semen stained the floor and marked where Souji had
swallowed like a hungry wolf or was fucked like a bitch in heat. It always made
him feel so dirty when he saw the spots, the memories that would come back and
fill his head and make his legs clench to hide his erection.
He pulled off Dojima’s cock, saliva slipping off his bottom lip as he did and
he began to jerk him off with his one hand while the other went down to nudge
and caress his balls. He looked to his uncle who seemed to be struggling now,
his eyes clenched shut and he smiled as his fingers inched down. He made a
knuckle and pressed up at the spot between his ass and his balls, putting
enough pressure on his prostate that his hips jerked violently.
Precome started leaking from the tip and Souji grinned to himself and kissed
his slit. The taste of Dojima’s seed, bitter but warm and sticky. He was
addicted to it, he had to admit and he took the head of the cock back in his
mouth, eagerly sucking at every drop that was produced while his hands
continued to move to encourage Dojima to blow his load.
His uncle head fell back, exposing his neck and bobbing Adam’s apple and Souji
knew he was no longer asleep; he didn’t hold back as he relentlessly milked his
prostate.
“S-Souji!” Dojima cried and Souji closed his eyes in excitement as he felt the
older man beginning to clench, his balls tight against the base of his cock
meaning he was going to come. His tongue stabbed at his slit while his hand
worked him furiously and he was rewarded with a large amount of semen spilling
into his mouth. He drank it greedily, stars in his eyes as he did. His
favourite drink, his favourite smell and he gulped it down as Dojima’s body
relaxed, the cock softening in his grip.
He pulled away with a gasp and happily opened his mouth letting some of the
seed drip down into his cupped hands. “Dojima-san,” he moaned and his uncle
turned his head slightly, one dazed eye staring at him. “Dojima-san, I want
more.”
“Souji,” there was a slight hint of irritation to his voice and he slowly began
to lean up, groaning as he did. He stared at him and Souji licked his lips,
opening his mouth again to show that he had swallowed a pant escaping as he
did.
“What am I going to do with you?” Dojima muttered and Souji made a face.
“Fuck me?” he said in a hopeful voice but Dojima slapped a hand on his head,
silencing him.
“Go get some breakfast,” he muttered and Souji frowned but he stood up, his
legs shaking as he did. He was about to leave but he stopped for a moment to
lean down and kiss Dojima, pushing some of the excess semen he had on his
tongue into his mouth.
The two parted with a gasp and Souji left the same way he came, careful not to
make noise in case Nanako came out and saw the wet stain that covered the front
of his pants.
 
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He went to work after all. Souji didn’t mind, Dojima could do as he pleased but
he was frustrated that he had left without even giving him a kiss or good
finger fucking or anything naughty in the sort before he went off. It made him
feel like he had done something wrong and he knew he hadn’t – Well, he was kind
of sure he had been good. Dojima didn’t protest when he rubbed his dick under
the table with his foot at breakfast but he did give him a harsh look.
Regardless, he was frustrated and lonely and sitting on Dojima’s futon rubbing
against his pillow while he clutched a pair of his briefs by his teeth. Nanako
was downstairs but he was being quiet so he allowed himself to act this way,
gripping the underwear with his right hand for a moment to take in the scent,
sighing as he did.
They smelled of sex and sweat and come and Souji wanted to feel that fat cock
in his mouth again, to drink down the thick liquid or better, have it coat his
face and hair. He loved it when he got a facial before Dojima went to work so
he could spend the good part of the morning licking it off. The thought alone
of getting one made his hips jerk faster and his own cock leaked onto the
pillow where Dojima often slept.
He needed him, he needed his uncle back home and inside him, fucking him,
groaning against him, filling his body with his tasty seed. He spread his legs
and bucked relentlessly against the pillow, stars forming in his eyes as he
sucked on the front of the briefs, his fingers gripping the pillow below as if
it was Dojima’s torso.
He couldn’t take it; he needed to hear his uncle’s voice moaning in his ear,
telling him what a good boy he was, how tight his ass felt. Oh, he loved when
Dojima said things like that, told him how hot he was or how good he made him
feel when he would clench down or suck too greedily or rub against him
shamelessly. He needed to hear him tell him again how good – no, what a good
boy he was and he stopped to run quickly down the hall, dick still out of his
pants, to fetch his cell phone.
He ran back, heart pounding at how Nanako could have seen but once the door
shut to Dojima’s room he forgot his worries and immediately began to speed dial
his uncle. He leaned against the door as he listened to the phone ring and he
rubbed his chest as he did finding his nipples hard.
“Hello?” a gruff voice came on the line and Souji arched his back, biting his
lip. “Ryotaro Dojima of the Inaba Police here.”
“Un-cle!” Souji moaned into the phone, unable to stand it. Dojima was so
professional, so cool and collected and he staggered back to his pillow, his
body falling on it as he began to rub. “Uncle, I need you! I need your cock
right now!”
He heard him take in a sharp breath like he did whenever he would first enter
his ass and it made him moan, his fingers reaching between his legs to rub as
he listened to him on the line.
“Souji…” he was at a loss for words and Souji whimpered, not wanting to hear
silence. He wanted to hear him tell him dirty whispers of what he wanted to do
to him, of how hot he was, how cute he was when he would squeal his name. He
licked his lips.
“Uncle, Dojima, please! I can’t take it! I want your cock in my ass! I want you
to come inside me and pull out and watch your jizz drip on the floor! I want
you to spank me for not keeping it in!” he begged into the phone and his
fingers pushed inside himself making him gasp as if it wasn’t his own hand
doing it. “Oh! Dojima! Your fingers-! Finger me! Fuck my ass with them! Keep
going!”
There was an uncomfortable silence. “S-Souji… I’m at work,” Dojima muttered but
he didn’t care, not when he could feel his fingers inside his body, delving
deep as they did.
“Oh, Dojima, come on, more…!” he closed his eyes as he held the phone against
his now slightly sticky cheek and ear listening to his uncle breathe against
the receiver. “Oh God, your hands feel so good, you feel so good! Oh please,
Dojima, you’ll fuck me, right? Fuck me, tell me I’m a good boy! I’m a good boy,
right!?”
Dojima let out a low growl and Souji moaned, his hips now bucking. “I’m a good
boy, Dojima! I can take your entire cock in my ass and mouth and I always
swallow! You like it when I swallow, right? You like it when I drink your come
and finger myself at the same time!”
“Y-Yes,” it came out as a pant and Souji moaned, a shiver of pleasure running
down his spine.
“Dojima,” he let his head fall back as he bounced on the fingers, curling them
slightly as his uncle often did. “Oh god, I need to come! I’m going to come!
I’m going to come from your fingers alone!”
“Souji,” his voice was ragged, deep and Souji arched his back, letting out a
happy sigh into the phone. He loved it when he could hear how aroused Dojima
was. He was making him like that, no one else and he nearly dropped the phone
as he fucked himself, his uncle’s flushed face and hard gaze burning into his
mind.
“Dojima! Dojima! Fuck me! Fuck me!” he begged and he heard a slight groan echo
in his ears which sent him over the edge. He let out his moans as he bucked and
squirmed against the pillow, spilling his own come as he did. He moaned his
uncle’s name into the phone, felt saliva drip from his mouth onto the blankets
below as he did and he was rewarded with the sounds of Dojima panting on the
line.
“Dojima… Please come home and shove your dick in me…” Souji closed his eyes as
he felt a warm tingling feeling surge through his body that made him smile and
purr like a kitten. “Your fingers aren’t enough…”
“Souji…” the way he said his name made him moan and wish he was there to kiss
him. He heard a slight moan back as if his uncle read his mind and nuzzled his
phone, licking his lips. “…I-I’ll be back tonight.”
“Will you fuck me?” he whispered, his eyelids sliding down as he said it as the
thought of Dojima’s cock came back into his mind. “Will you fuck me, Dojima?”
“Yes,” Dojima breathed back and Souji closed his eyes and clenched his legs
together in anticipation. “I’ll fuck you Souji, since you’ve been such a good
boy.”
“I’ll be waiting,” he replied back and he closed his phone without another
word, biting his lip as he felt his skin beginning to cool, his seed staining
Dojima’s pillow underneath him. He closed his eyes as he thought of his uncle’s
cock that would be driving into his body that night and he clenched his legs
together tighter. It was getting him rock hard.
He dialed him back. “Dojima?” he asked quietly and he heard his uncle shift on
the other side of the line. “Please… don’t be late… I’m hard again already and
it’s no fun doing this alone…”
 
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Dojima had come home late, probably waiting for when Nanako would be fast
asleep and he had gone immediately to his room where Souji had been waiting,
his pants unzipping as soon as he closed the door.
Souji stopped his task of folding paper cranes and stars filled his eyes as he
watched his uncle walk towards him, his fingers shaking as his Dojima’s half
erect cock came into view when his slacks hit the floor. He bounced, eager, his
mouth opening and Dojima came to stand by him, his hand lacing in his grey
hairs as soon as he was close enough. Souji purred and nearly ripped the white
briefs off his tanned body, his mouth clasping to his shaft and sucking hard
tasting what he had been missing all day.
“Dammit, Souji,” Dojima hissed from above him and he couldn’t help but groan,
just happy he was back. He wanted this all afternoon, to lavish attention on
the cock that he loved so much that was now growing in his mouth; he had to get
up onto his knees to take it all in as it was at its full length making him
unable to hold back his groans as he did.
Dojima was already leaking and he lapped it down hungrily as his hands got to
work on his shaft to encourage more. He kept the tip in his mouth as his
slender fingers grasped the base and he began to jerk, feeling the cock twitch
against his cheek as he did. He loved it. He loved everything about his uncle,
the smell of his sweat and his pants from above and how his fingers were
gripping his hair trying to get him to go down on his length.
He decided to obey and drew his hands away, bracing them on his thighs as he
relaxed his throat and started moving his head, swallowing everything he could.
Oh how he loved how hot it was, how that fat cock throbbed in his mouth and
stretched his throat and made him feel like he was going to lose it. He looked
up, catching his dear uncle’s eyes and he let out a low moan as his tongue
rubbed the underside of his shaft.
Dojima let out a ragged breath in response. “Souji…” his voice was cracking,
and Souji waited for the praise he so desperately need to hear. “What are you
wearing?”
He frowned and pulled off his cock with a loud, wet noise causing saliva to
drip down his chin. “Aren’t I a good boy?!” he huffed, glaring at him and
Dojima narrowed his eyes and released his harsh grip on his hair. He moved it
instead to stroke his cheek instead causing him blush and rub against it.
“Souji, are-”
He cut in. “I waited all day for you, Dojima! I didn’t use a toy or anything
after I called! I waited so when you fuck me I would be tight…” He licked his
palm and moved to sucking on his fingers, running his tongue between the spaces
each time he moved to a new one. “And I put on your favourite panties…”
He reached down and lifted up the skirt that he had been wearing since that
afternoon revealing his stocking clad thighs and black panties. He knew how
much his uncle loved seeing him in these panties, offering himself to him and
he sucked on his middle finger as if it was his cock, his tongue licking at his
fingertips as he stared up at him. Dojima now had a deep blush on his face and
as much as he wanted to go back to milking his cock, drinking his come, the
urge to have him fuck him was more than overwhelming.
He pulled away and turned so his back was to him, still on his knees as he did.
Slowly he dragged the skirt up, revealing the tiny black panties and he spread
his legs to give him a better view, biting his lip as he did. “Uncle, I was a
good boy today,” he moaned. He reached between his legs for emphasis, his
fingers rubbing at his balls. “I waited just for you…”
Dojima was on him the second he finished his sentence. He let out a cry of
excitement as he was pushed to the floor and he could feel his cock press
against his ass making him shake in anticipation. His chin was grabbed and his
neck angled so he could get a kiss from him from behind and he moaned at the
thick tongue invading his mouth, the smell of cigarettes and coffee filling his
nostrils.
He knew a lot of people didn’t like that combination of flavors but he loved
it; it was exactly what Dojima should taste like which was addicting and raw
and rich. He bucked his hips back, his nails scratching the floor and his shirt
was pulled up so his chest could be exposed, the warm hands running over the
skin it found. Souji felt like coming right there; Dojima was so powerful, so
forceful and it left him breathless and dizzy when he took control.
Though, he was waiting for him to rip his panties off and enter but he was
taking his time doing it his cock still rubbing between his ass not making a
move to enter him at all; he shifted in response. He wanted his cock inside
him, filling him and he hated it when he teased him like this especially when
he had waited all day. “Dojima! Cock!”
He was ignored – instead a hand slipped between his legs and began to rub him
through the silk panties which made him let out a moan in response, bucking to
feel more. Dojima did jerk him off sometimes but usually the best was when he
did it when he about to come so they would cry together, the intensity of it
always a turn on… but he didn’t mind letting him do it now.
Still. “Uncle! Cock!”
“What was that?” a voice hissed in his ear and he forgot his thoughts as the
thick tongue stabbed into his ear canal, searching for a moment before it
pulled away and gently bit down on his lobe, tugging as if to remind him who
was in control. Souji let out a pant and arched his back at the action.
“D-Dojima, your cock! I want it fucking me!” he tried again but his request was
denied. His uncle’s hand that had been working his cock stopped to squeeze it
harshly as the other reached up to push at his lips. He opened his mouth to
begin sucking on his fingers again and he felt the stars dancing over his
vision as Dojima rocked against him, jerking him off again while fucking his
mouth with his fingers. It was too much for him to comprehend at once and he
let himself go, his mind falling blank as he let himself become dominated.
“Have you really been a good boy today, Souji?” Dojima was against his ear
again, his breath hot making him shiver. “I doubt good boys call up their
uncles to beg for their dicks or suck them off in the wee hours of the
morning.”
But he liked those things.
“I think you’re being a very bad boy instead,” Dojima’s tongue was back in his
ear driving him crazy. “And bad boys don’t get fucked until they beg for it...
So let me hear you beg Souji and you might be rewarded.”
Souji sucked furiously on the fingers in his mouth until they pulled away so he
could talk. He let out a moan. “Dojima-”
“Daddy,” his uncle hissed in his ear and Souji let out a shudder, his hips
bucking in response. “Call me Daddy, Souji. Beg your Daddy to let a bad boy
like you get fucked!”
“Daddy!” it broke from his throat and he felt his face flush, the humiliation
from saying those words flooding his senses turning him on more. “Daddy, punish
me with your cock! Please! I’ve been being a bad boy! Make me good again!”
“More, Souji!” Dojima’s hand left his straining cock and moved to shove his
skirt down his back more, his hand cupping his ass. “That isn’t good enough!”
His palm came down and slapped him making his entire body shake and a loud moan
escape his throat.
“Daddy! Daddy, please! I need punishing! I need to be fucked! Give me your
cock!” he cried out he felt the hand run over his left cheek, toying with the
edge of the panties. He needed it bad now, he needed to come so hard and more
than anything he needed to feel Dojima inside him and get him to tell him he
was a good boy again.
“Got to do better than that,” Another slap hit his ass and he tensed as
contacted, the head of his cock rubbing hard against the silk panties and he
couldn’t take it anymore. He forgot all common sense as he let loose, spreading
his legs wider.
“Daddy! Use me! Fuck me until I learn a lesson!” he began to loudly beg, his
head resting against the floor as he did. “Please, Daddy Dojima! I want your
fat cock in me! I want you blowing your load in my ass! I promise I’ll be good
if you do! Please! Daddy!”
There was a pause. “D-DADDY!”
His panties were roughly yanked down and Souji let out a gasp as his bare ass
was slapped hard and cold liquid soon spilled between his cheeks. He looked
over his shoulder, wanting to see but he had no time to comprehend as Dojima
grabbed his hips and thrust down into him filling him up entirely making him
let out a cry in happiness
“Daddy! D-Daddy!” he yelled as Dojima gripped his skirt and thrust into him
without stopping, the thick cock indeed stretching him making him feel as if he
would never be able to sit again. “Oh Daddy! Yes! I’ll be a good boy! I
promise!”
He heard the sounds of fabric ripping and he was harshly pulled back, taking
the entire length of his uncle at once making the stars he was so accustomed to
seeing flash in his eyes. Dojima didn’t move for a second, making him feel how
he was throbbing inside and Souji let out a moan of pleasure. He made his uncle
act this way, feel this way, him alone.
“Dojima, I love you!” he cried and his confession was responded to by a
relentless fucking that made his head spin. He couldn’t meet the thrusts back,
he could only take it and he felt himself come more than once during the
onslaught, crying like a wounded dog as he did.
He loved him, he loved Dojima, he loved his cock, his hands, his taste, his
come. He wanted him to never stop, to continue to fuck him forever when Dojima
began to mutter. “Souji, good boy, good boy, good boy…”
He arched his back and let out a series of cries. Yes, he was a good boy just
like he said. He took his lovely uncle’s cock, all of it and he always
swallowed and knew how to make him come and turn him on and never denied him.
He cried out as he felt Dojima’s hand come down to grab his cock, jerking in
tune with his thrusts and he nearly blacked out as he came. No, as they came
since he heard his uncle making noises above him right when he did indicating
he had lost it as well.
White streaks blinded him for a moment and continued to ride the high he was
on, the cock in his ass until he felt fatigue hit him, his body sagging down
when Dojima stopped. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm his uncle had ever given
him but it made his stomach feel warm and his head feel light, which he enjoyed
nonetheless.
They both panted heavily and Souji could feel the older man struggle to pull
out from behind when warmth touched his ass after he did and he wiggled to get
away, not knowing what the feeling was.
Two hands gripped his thighs, pulling them apart and he felt the texture of a
tongue lapping at his hole making him whine. It felt so good but he was too
tired to go again. “D-Dojima…”
He continued to lick for a few more moments but eventually pulled away letting
Souji rest his entire body on the floor, still in a daze. He felt his uncle
crawl on top of him but didn’t move until he was nudged. Slowly he turned over,
looking to the man above and he flushed as he took him in, how handsome he was.
The dark eyes were locked with his and he could see sweat on his forehead, his
hair sticking to his temples and his thin lips pressed together as he stared
down at him. Souji blushed and opened his mouth.
Dojima wasted no time in kissing him and Souji let out a moan as a familiar
thick, sticky liquid was pushed into his mouth; Dojima’s come. He moaned and
gripped his uncle’s neck, happy to get some to swallow at last, his legs
wrapping around his lower back and Dojima allowed him to kiss him for a while,
both in bliss before he pulled up with a weary sigh.
“Souji…” Dojima muttered and he gazed up to him waiting, his fingers moving up
on their own accord to stroke the stubble on his jaw like how he loved to do.
“What am I going to do with you… You’re going to send me to an early grave if
you keep pushing me to have sex with you every day of the week.”
Souji smiled and leaned up to kiss the stubble he loved, following it from his
jaw down to his chin. “I can’t help it, Dojima. I can’t get enough of you,” he
whispered and he placed his lips briefly against his feeling the heat they gave
off, his breath tingle his skin. “I love you.”
“I love you too, kid,” Dojima whispered back. Souji felt his cheeks flush and
the pit of his stomach seem to explode with dancing butterflies but he kept his
cool and continue to leave little kisses on Dojima’s neck and jaw.
“Stay with me tonight.”
For once, his uncle listened to his request. After they shed their remaining
clothes Souji settled down on his uncle’s bare chest, listening to him breathe
as he nodded off. He didn’t remember falling asleep but he remembered waking up
when Dojima stirred and knocked him out of his dreams. The two exchanged a look
and Souji felt his lust stir once again, the feeling of pinning him down and
riding him raw from on top nearly winning over but he was reminded he had
school.
He came down the stairs to see Nanako already up. “Nanako-chan, you’re up
early…” he smiled and his little cousin nodded but with a tense look. Souji
frowned. “Are you okay?”
“What’s this now?” Dojima muttered as he came down the stairs, lazily doing up
his tie as he did. Nanako avoided his gaze.
“You two are too loud,” she said in an annoyed tone which made her father
freeze and Souji stiffen next to her. She grabbed her backpack and went to the
door, hastily putting on her shoes so she could leave. Souji felt his cheeks
turn a deep red, the back of his neck sweating and he turned to see his uncle
who was glaring at him as if it was his fault.
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “W-Well, if she knows… No use hiding it…”
he gave him a weak smile. “Right?”
His uncle said nothing and Souji bit his lip.
“U-Uncle?”
 
He was grounded for a month.
 
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***** Driving the Demons Out *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings for dirty talk and dubcon elements. I scarcely remember
     writing this in... march, was it? That may have been when I wrote it.
     I remember it took forever, though, and I did a ton of research on
     Japanese cultural traditions. This was the only one I could find
     where I could get Nanako out of the house.
     Also, I blame my doujinshi for this. I got in quite a few of them and
     once you read some (well, broken translate them), you tend to use
     their terminology. A lot.
Souji was woken from his sleep by Nanako’s voice. It wasn’t from her being in
harm’s way or anything, much the opposite; he heard her laughter echo up the
stairs and found himself rousing from his bed as he listened to her suddenly
letting out a shriek of happiness.
“Devil out! Devil out!” he heard her shout before she was screaming again and
he got up, throwing on a shirt to see what on earth was going on. It was unlike
her to even be laughing that loud let alone shouting in their household and he
had to go see what was causing it. When he came down the stairs he saw
something he never really expected to see; Dojima was on the floor with his
daughter, tickling her relentlessly as beans lay all over the living room. For
a second he wondered who was going to be cleaning up the mess when he reminded
himself it wasn’t important – but it probably was going to be him.
On top of his uncle’s head he saw a red plastic oni mask and he checked the
date on the calendar by the hallway drawer out of habit. February third – no
wonder. “Nanako-chan, Dojima-san,” he greeted as he walked in and his uncle
stiffened as he turned to see Souji, his cheeks a bit red. Nanako kept giggling
from her place sprawled out on the floor.
“Souji… didn’t know you were home… thought you went out,” Dojima muttered as he
pulled the mask off his head and Souji found himself smiling to himself. Of
course when in his presence his uncle’s dignity would coming flooding back and
it never failed to amuse Souji when it did; his uncle’s fight to be in control
of everything was cute, especially when he lost all hold on it and showed his
messy nature which he personally loved to see. It made him human and relatable
instead of a walking grizzled stereotype of a detective out of an old flea
market novel.
“No, I’ve been sleeping,” he said softly as he leaned down and picked a bean up
from the Tatami floor. Nanako leaned up, her cheeks pink from how much she had
been laughing and she gave him a wide grin.
“Big bro! W-We’re driving the devils out!” she said in an excited voice and
Dojima quickly looked away but Souji could see the back of his neck was turning
red. He aimed and lightly tossed the bean at him, hitting his shoulder and he
quickly turned back to give him a scowl, his cheeks blushing deep. Souji smiled
at him, musing to himself how adorable Dojima could be when angry.
“Y-Yeah well… It’s tradition… and shit,” Dojima muttered, still embarrassed
when Nanako threw her arms around him, hugging his neck tight. He fidgeted,
startled, before his hands wrapped around her and for a moment he gave in,
forcing their foreheads together as Nanako giggled and clung to him as he
started affectionately singing to her. Souji only sat back and watched; his
uncle and cousin really were precious.
“Oh! Daddy!” Nanako soon cried and he loosened his grip around her so she could
lean back and meet his eyes. “Mai-chan will be here soon!”
“Alright, go get ready,” he said, pulling away and she nodded but paused,
looking around the living room at the beans scattered everywhere. Dojima picked
up on her thoughts. “Go. Souji and I will clean up,” he immediately shot a look
to him which made him purse his lips – just as he thought, he’d be cleaning up.
“Hurry up.”
“Right,” she nodded but she stopped for a second to throw her arms around
Souji’s neck making him smile and hug her back. “Sorry big bro! I’ll make it up
to you!” she promised but he shook his head.
“It’s alright Nanako-chan. Go get ready like Dojima-san said,” he told her and
she nodded, a twinkle in her eye before she rushed off to her room. Souji found
himself staring at his uncle, who was leaning over to pluck a few beans out
from under the couch, waiting for an explanation. He took some time before he
finally spoke.
“Her friend invited her to the shrine for Setsubun. Apparently this year your
celebrity friend is going to be leading the ceremony,” he didn’t look at Souji
as he told him, picking up the beans near him on at a time and Souji took the
opportunity to stare at his uncle, his eyes training on his sides wondering
where his scars were from the surgery.
He felt a sudden urge inside of himself, one he had been fighting with since
the summer, to pin his uncle to the floor and rip his shirt up to see what he
looked like underneath. He wanted to run his hand over his stomach, to dig his
fingernails into the flesh so he could hear the older man pant and squirm and
expose himself as the undignified person he suspected he was when played with
right.
He pursed his lips tight as the thoughts that only came out at night flooded
his head, of his uncle underneath him begging for him, his legs spread wide and
mouth open, his tan body shivering with hot sweat and anticipation. He closed
his eyes for a moment, savouring the image before he opened them back up and
found his uncle glaring at him as if he knew. He blushed for a moment but it
quickly faded as he willed himself to give him an innocent expression.
It worked, for the moment but as soon as Dojima seemed ready to inquire, he
shot out a question. “You’re not going to go?”
He stared at him for a second, signs of him clenching his jaw obvious before he
moved to once again lightly pick some of the beans up and add to the pile that
was collecting in his hands. “No. I don’t really believe in this shit,” he
muttered and Souji looked down at the floor, starting to pick beans up himself.
“Besides, Nanako’s really been staying home a lot since… we got out. I know her
friends want to spend time with her too so she can go have fun.”
Souji collected a few beans and placed them on the table. He knew Dojima was
possibly the least religious person in Inaba; anytime the subject came up he
knew he could usually hear his uncle muttering about what shit it was but it
was still sad to think of. The holidays were usually for a time when people got
together, with the emphasis on getting together.
Souji had been hoping that on Christmas he could have engaged his uncle in
something – Okay, he was hoping to finally bed him so that his erections during
the nights could stop being so painful and lonely, what with his hand being the
only thing to calm himself – but with Dojima being so anti-religious and
distant every holiday even after ending up in the hospital, it made things
difficult.
He was starting to worry that he would leave Inaba without having done anything
and spend his next few years regretting what could have been. He decided, while
Nanako was still in her room, to press it. “If you don’t believe in it, then
why did you dress up like a demon for today?”
Dojima said nothing but there was a clear look of embarrassment on his face.
"What’s it to you? I can’t do something for my daughter?”
“I never said that,” he replied, sighing. Of course his uncle was getting all
defensive now, as he usually got when his pride was insulted. He wondered what
defenses he would bring up when he was naked on his hands and knees… it turned
him on when he thought of it and he began to blush.
Dojima seemed to notice but took it the wrong way. “You’re getting mad now?”
“What? No,” Souji faced him, his blush intensifying. “I never said I was!”
“You’re giving that look,” he growled, nodding at him accusingly. “That bratty
little look you give when you want to run your mouth but don’t. Spit it out
what you want to say!”
Souji stared at him. He had no idea what the ‘look’ he was giving him was but
if Dojima wanted him to spill what he was thinking he gladly would. The thought
of doing so actually excited him, to tell his uncle he wanted him naked on his
knees sucking him off in his room or outside in the garden with his pants down
with him plowing his tight ass into the soil. He could already see how red his
uncle’s face would get and it made him shiver with delight. He could play this
right and get exactly what he wanted if he was careful enough.
He smirked at him, probably more wickedly than he wanted. “You want me to tell
you what I want to say?” his eyes ran down over his body and he felt his uncle
suddenly shift uncomfortably. “Don’t blame me if you don’t like it.”
Dojima opened his mouth to snap back but he stopped when he looked to the side,
seeing something that distracted him. Souji looked over his shoulder and saw
Nanako standing nearby in her coat and mittens, staring at them. “…Are you two
fighting?”
“No,” they replied at the same time and they exchanged a look before Dojima got
up with a sigh. He placed his handful of beans on the table and walked to his
daughter, leaning down to zip up her jacket higher which made her fidget.
“How long are you going to be with Mai?” he asked in a calm voice, turning back
into father mode which made her blink before she thought.
“Um…”
“Do you need some money?” he asked, seeing her confusion. “To buy some food? Or
do you think you’ll be home soon?”
“Oh,” she replied and she bit her lip, blushing a bit. “I-I won’t be home right
away. But I’m alright Daddy, I have my allowance!” She reached into her pocket
and pulled out a pink change purse, opening it to show him and he reached over
to smooth down her hair making her smile.
“Here,” he stood up and wandered to the table, batting some papers away as he
found his wallet and opened it to pull out a few notes. He gave them to her and
she opened her mouth to protest but he shook his head. “Go have fun,
sweetheart.”
She threw her arms around his waist and Souji smiled as he watched. Dojima
reached down and stroked her hair, smiling softly as he did and the urge began
to rise in Souji once more. He had to get his uncle on his knees for him. Now.
He picked at a few of the beans and looked to the plastic oni mask on the
floor. “Big bro!” Nanako interrupted and he turned to see her trotting over. He
gave her a hug and wished for her to have fun. “I-I’ll bring you back some
ehomaki!”
“Thanks Nanako-chan,” he grinned at her before his eyes went up to Dojima who
was staring at his daughter. There was a knock on the door and she hurried down
the hall with his uncle following behind her, the sounds of the door opening
and two girls chatting excited echoing to the living room. He went back to
plucking a few beans off the floor, making a nice pile next to the ones Dojima
put down and he began to think of his next move.
The chatting stopped and he heard Nanako say something that sounded like a
goodbye before the door closed and Dojima came walking back. Souji turned his
body again to face him but he didn’t look up to acknowledge him, his eyes on
the floor. He started to scowl again and Souji said nothing but he knew he
couldn’t let the chance go.
“Do you want to hear what I want to say, Dojima?” he asked, his eyes locked on
him. His uncle’s gaze rose up and he stared at him, his jaw clenching for a
second before it relaxed. He said nothing but he slowly walked back to his
seat, taking his time as he did. He reached down and picked up the last of the
beans on the floor and tossed them on the table as he sat in his place, looking
to Souji with his head raised a little.
Souji smirked in return. “I wasn’t mad at you Dojima. Actually it’s the
opposite,” he gave a small shrug, almost losing his nerve but he kept going. “I
was thinking about how much I want to fuck you. How much I want your lips on my
cock, your mouth breathing my name once you swallow my come down.”
He looked back to Dojima who had sunk back a little, his eyes fixated on him
but he looked clearly disturbed. “I want you on your back, Dojima,” he hissed
and he found himself pushing himself up to crawl over to him, his uncle
stiffening at his action and moving back slightly. “I want you riding me,
begging for me to let you come as I’m balls deep in your tight ass.”
“S-Souji,” he finally interrupted and he began to move, uncomfortable and
bothered by what he was saying, his cheeks turning red. “Joking like that-”
Souji moved quickly, his arms reaching out to grab his uncle’s waist and hold
it steady as he forced them together, their hips meeting. Dojima immediately
began trying to push him off but Souji resisted, his nails digging into his
uncle’s back. Their struggling only made Souji more determined and he bucked
his hips forward, feeling himself rub against Dojima for a second but it was
enough to drive him to want more.
His uncle had other thoughts and slapped a hand that had been on his shoulder
on his face, pushing to get him off. It was sad how in three months’ time his
uncle had become so weak as his movements really did nothing to deter him
whereas before he would have been thrown off but he found his grip slipping a
bit and his one hand raked forward from around his back, scraping over his
sides and Dojima let out a cry and fell to the floor.
Souji paused and stared down at him as he immediately tried to pry his hand off
his side, hissing as he did. His eyes clenched shut tight and he frantically
was clawing at him when he realized why. It gave him the opportunity to do what
he wanted and he let go only to grasp the front of Dojima’s shirt and violently
pull, breaking buttons off as he did.
The scar started in the middle of his stomach and wrapped to the right which
was hidden by cloth. Dojima still clutched his side, panting from the floor and
glaring at him angrily which sent blood rushing to Souji’s cock. His uncle
underneath him in such a way was a hundred times hotter than his feverish
dreams and he swallowed his throat dry.
“Dojima-san,” he muttered and he reached down, his fingertips ghosting over his
chest. “You’re so beautiful.”
“…Get off,” was the hissing reply back as one hand came up to grab his wrist.
Souji struggled, pulling to try and break free but he couldn’t and his uncle
seemed to have the upper hand for a moment. Well, until he reached down and
grabbed him through his pants making his uncle falter and a bit of color drain
from his face.
He ripped his hand away and grabbed Dojima’s wrist in retaliation, pinning it
down over his head. His free hand moved from where it had been roughly cupping
his balls and came up to rip the red tie off his neck, working fast to stop his
uncle from breaking free. It was a struggle, especially to get his other arm up
and he had to almost knee him in the dick to make him comply but he was fast
enough it wasn’t needed and soon Dojima’s hands were bound over his head, his
expression dark as he stared at Souji.
Souji found himself grinning from above; he could finally feel what he had been
craving for months. More importantly, he could press his uncle without him
fighting back – well, maybe just without punching him which was a concern. He
licked his lips and began to run his fingers down his chest again, feeling the
dark hairs that lightly covered it. He pulled aside the fabric of his grey
shirt, exposing more of his chest and he smirked as he took in the sight. His
eyes went down to the scar, watching how it curled around his ribs and he
reached down and lightly touched it.
Dojima jerked in response, wincing. “Souji-!”
“Hm?” he didn’t look up, still focused on the scar. “This area is still tender?
Well, then again, you aren’t very young. I suppose it may take longer for
broken bones to heal,” he pressed the palm of his hand against it and Dojima
let out a strangled cry, his body shifting as he did. Souji grinned and finally
looked at him, relishing in how fragile he was. Maybe it wouldn’t take that
long to send Dojima into a mess.
He leaned down and focused on his chest for a few moments, his tongue darting
out to lick at his left nipple sending a shiver through the body under him. He
gave a few cat laps, testing the reactions before he clamped his mouth down and
sucked causing Dojima to whine and arch his back. The nub seemed to immediately
harden and Souji smirked to himself, grazing his teeth over it, pulling at it a
bit.
He felt something press against his inner thigh and he took a moment to look
down and see, happy at the bulge starting to grow in his uncle’s slacks.
“Playing with your tits gets you hard, Dojima-san?”
“N-No!” he barked but he was shaking, his wrists desperately trying to break
free of the bindings. Souji decided to press it further and angled himself so
his hard cock was rubbing against Dojima’s, his hand coming up to toy with the
nipple he wasn’t paying attention to as his mouth sealed back on the hard one
that was so easy to tease.
He rubbed at the other with his thumb and index finger and once he got it hard
he started pulling it, stretching the skin around it and causing Dojima to howl
and buck. He wasn’t sure if it was out of pain or pleasure but the way his hips
rolled Souji figured it had to be turning him on. He switched positions,
lavishing the other one with his hot mouth as his fingers pulled at the already
sore nip and he felt his uncle’s hands come down, lacing in his hair to try and
pull him off.
Well that wouldn’t do. He pulled away with a pant, gripping his uncle’s wrists
and he stared down at him, flushing. His uncle’s cheeks were a deep red and his
eyes were half open, unintentionally giving him a look as if he wanted him to
fuck him silly before it disappeared and Dojima was back to glaring at him, jaw
clenched. He almost had him.
He forced his wrists up once more but this time he got off of him and before
his uncle could comprehend what he was doing he flipped him onto his stomach
and pulled his arms back so his hands were behind him. Dojima began to
struggle. “S-Souji! Stop this!”
“I told you what I wanted,” he replied back as he reached in front and
unbuckled his uncle’s belt, yanking his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh.
“And I said you may not like it.”
Dojima hissed and growled something but he didn’t hear it. He was instead
focused on his ass which was a few shades lighter than the rest of his body.
Actually, there were clear tan lines shaping around his waist to show where his
briefs usually sat. He licked his lips and reached down, spreading his cheeks
to see what his prize was. Dojima let out a nervous whine and his forehead hit
the floor, probably out of embarrassment.
Of course his hole looked as if it was begging to be fucked hard and good but
Souji didn’t focus on that yet. He was staring down between his legs more, at
where Dojima’s sac was and he let go of one cheek so he could reach down and
feel. Dojima began to shake, his legs pressing tighter together but it didn’t
stop Souji’s inquisitive fingers. He prodded the back of his balls, rubbing his
fingertips against them before he reached down to cup them gently this time. He
started massaging them, pushing them against his body and Dojima’s fingers
curled, his body trying to fight how it wanted to respond.
Souji only smiled and he drew away, ready to take his pants off when he
realized he would probably need lubricant – and lots of it. He wanted Dojima as
wet as the ocean so when he fucked him he would be able to hear their skin
meeting. Sloppy and loud, that’s how he always wanted to take his uncle and he
stared down at him, not really wanting to leave in case he got out of his binds
but the situation demanded it.
He nearly fell as he ran up the stairs and the adrenaline was filling him as he
raced into his room and ripped into his sock drawer. He had been imagining
fucking Dojima since September and had jerked off against his pillow too many
times with the thought. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to do it and
he grabbed the bottle and raced back downstairs where his uncle surprisingly
still lay. As he approached him he could see his ears were pink and he had to
smile at how cute his uncle was.
He popped the top off and immediately began coating the space between his ass
with lubricant, careful to make sure his hole was dripping with the sticky
substance as well. Dojima reacted to the sensation, letting out a whine as he
did but other than that he lay motionless, embarrassed, shamed. Souji easily
undid his belt and let his pants hit the floor, crawling on top of him,
flushing as he did.
“Dojima-san, how I’ve wanted this for so long,” he hissed in his ear and he
purposely pressed his hard cock against his ass, biting his lip as he did. “How
much I’ve wanted to feel your insides, to coat them with my come.”
His uncle said nothing and Souji frowned as he leaned over more, looking. His
eyes and jaw were clenched and he seemed to be struggling to maintain control.
Souji smirked and reached between his legs, gripping his erect cock and
squeezing. It at least made him jerk forward and his eyes snap open as he
gasped and bucked. Souji smiled and kissed his neck.
“Just… get it over with,” he growled, still resisting and Souji stared at him
before he started to laugh.
“Get it over with? You mean one quick fuck and be done with it?” he said,
shaking his head. “Dojima, Nanako just left. If she’s going to be with Mai all
day then I have all this time to do what I’ve been dreaming about,” he smirked.
“Besides, today is a day to drive out demons, is it not? Maybe I should drive
out that demon of pride you seem to always have in you.”
His uncle finally turned his head, staring at him with the same angry
expression he usually sported. He ignored it. “I will have you begging for me
by the time I’m done.”
“I doubt it,” he growled and Souji couldn’t help but smile and lean down for a
kiss but he avoided it. He instead kissed his neck and pulled away, rubbing his
cock against his wet ass cheeks for a minute before he focused on prepping his
uncle. He coated his fingers in lubricant and pressed the tips against his
hole, rubbing lightly at first to tease him before his index finger pushed in.
He got resistance, as he expected, but the low, strangled breath that came from
Dojima wasn’t.
He sunk his finger in to the first knuckle. “Dojima-san, are you a virgin?”
“What… do you think,” his uncle hissed and he smiled, pushing his finger in
further until it was fully inside and he could feel him lightly clench.
“Your pussy readily accepted my finger,” he commented lightly. “So it makes me
wonder.”
“D-Don’t say such stupid shit!” Dojima turned to give him an evil eye and Souji
gave him bright smile back.
“What? About you not being a virgin? Or your boypussy being greedy for my
finger?” he asked innocently and he started to force his middle finger in
causing his uncle to clench tightly and tense as he started to get stretched.
“B-both you fucking lunatic!” he snapped and he accidentally let out a moan
making Souji raise a brow. His uncle had to keep resisting but he knew he was
on the right track to getting him to shed his prideful nature. His fingers sure
helped in the matter but something more was needed. He smirked and pulled away,
forcing Dojima to get up on his knees and he pulled his pants down to his
ankles leaving himself room.
He got on his back and slid between his legs, his eyes on the rather large cock
that was straining against his uncle’s tanned stomach. Perfect. He gripped his
hips and forced him down, getting him close enough so his tongue could start
licking the underside of his shaft and Dojima let out an unrestrained moan for
once. It only intensified when his right hand moved up to continue fingering
him while he started sucking on his cock.
It wasn’t the first thing he wanted to do but he figured pleasuring his uncle
on both ends might finally get him to crack. Plus, it wasn’t bad. His uncle’s
cock didn’t smell bad or anything – it did taste a bit salty but that only
added to his excitement – but he couldn’t take it all in one go he could tell.
It didn’t seem to matter as his uncle was starting to let out more regular
whimpers and sighs just from the two actions alone.
He had to grip Dojima’s cock and pull it down a bit so he could take more into
his mouth, sucking hard as he did. He could taste something bitter leaking out
and he smirked and increased the speed in which his two fingers were driving
into his uncle in response. He almost gagged when his hips jerked forward,
forcing more cock than he wanted down his throat but he took it in stride and
added a third finger to his uncle’s now probably gaping, lewd ‘pussy’. He could
feel lubricant starting to drip down his hand, almost at his wrist but he
ignored it and kept pushing.
“S-Souji… Souji… N… Nn…” Dojima started to beg and Souji smirked and almost
pulled off his cock entirely, keeping the head in so he could lap at his
leaking slit before he felt his hips starting to jerk, not holding back. He let
go and moved away, sliding out from between Dojima’s legs and he heard him
whine – in protest – at him leaving but he had something else in mind. His
tongue joined his fingers in thrusting into his hole and his free hand came
down to start jerking his uncle off, loving how it made him buck.
He spread himself wider, thrust in both directions; first it was slow but by
the time Souji got a forth finger in it was nonstop and his uncle let out a
loud cry as he came against the floor. Souji milked him for all he could,
loving the clenching on his fingers and tongue and he drew away to let Dojima
fall on the floor, listening to him pant as he did.
He smirked and climbed on top of him, pressing his cock against his entrance
but he didn’t push in. “Dojima-san… Did you like that?” His uncle didn’t answer
but his wrists fidgeted against the tie which was a good enough answer for him.
“I’m going to fuck you, alright? Keep your legs together. I want your virgin
asspussy tight.”
There was no response other than a pant that sounded like a mixture of anger
and embarrassment. Souji ignored it and made sure his cock was properly wet
before he started pushing in. He felt the resistance again, the clenching more
rapid but this time it was welcomed and it made him moan and dig his nails into
Dojima’s hips as he did. He sunk in; struggling for a second until he was fully
inside him, feeling him pulse and shiver from below and his own body shudder in
delight.
It didn’t feel anything like his hand. In fact, he was certain his right hand
would never satisfy him again with how hot and tight Dojima was, clenching at
random intervals to catch him off guard and letting out soft whimpers which
flooded his head. He pulled back slightly and pushed in, giving his first
thrust into the object of all his desires and he smiled at how it felt. It felt
right to do it and he started again, making a slow rocking against his uncle,
his hands kneading the flesh under them.
Dojima said nothing, his cheek pressed against the floor and his eyes shut but
he was no longer clenching his jaw and his ears were now red. Souji smiled and
leaned down to briefly kiss him which caused his jaw to clench and subsequently
his insides as well. He refused to kiss him back again but Souji didn’t mind.
“Your insides are kissing my cock, Dojima,” he cooed as he thrust in a little
harder. “Mmm, more like sucking on it.”
“Stop…” he breathed out, his lips shaking. “Saying stupid shit.”
“But Dojima, it’s true,” he smirked and he leaned back up, spreading his ass as
he rode him to watch himself thrust in, his wet cock disappearing easily into
his body. “I can see how your naughty hole is almost sucking on me, not wanting
to let me out.”
He reached down and touched where they were connected getting a hot groan to
escape Dojima’s lips. “You feel it too, uncle. How much you don’t want me to
go… How much you want me to fuck your tight cunt.”
“S-Shut up,” he gasped and Souji snapped his hips forward, plunging into him in
one hard stroke which made him yelp in surprise. “S-Souji!”
“Unh, Uncle,” he only replied and he licked his lips, loving the movement he
just did. He gripped Dojima’s hips and forced him to raise himself up more so
he could nearly stand as he started to thrust down into him, the sound of wet
skin meeting barely audible but it was enough for him. His head fell back as he
fucked him and he thought to his dreams, of Dojima crying his name which sent
him bucking down faster.
He angled and thrust and Dojima clenched hard around him and shouted, his body
careening forward. Souji snapped his eyes open and stared down at Dojima whose
eyes were now open and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. He blinked and did
the same action again which got another shout and his uncle’s back arching. He
briefly wondered if he was causing him pain but it dissolved when the squeezing
around his cock came back.
“Alright,” he licked his lips. “We’ll do that then.” With that thought Souji
gripped Dojima’s bound wrists for leverage and began to thrust down as hard and
fast as he could causing him to howl and arch, his legs spreading apart.
“S-Souji! Souji, not so rough! N-Not so hard!” he let out a cry which sent a
shudder down Souji’s body. “S-Souji, you’re going to... A-Ah! S-Stop! I can’t-
! I can’t take it!”
Every word spurred him on more. He was losing it; he could feel it with how
much he was bucking back and with such vigor and how he raised his hips up as
if to take more.
“S-S-Souji! Souji! S-Stop! I… I can’t hold on!” he begged. “S-Souji! You’re
going to break me apart!”
Perfect.
He slammed a hand down between his Dojima’s shoulders and fucked until he
couldn’t think straight, until his uncle’s cries and their skin meeting were
all that filled his ears and he closed his eyes. He could feel him thrashing
under him, the clenching around his cock becoming unbearable and it felt like
he was hit with a tidal wave as his orgasm came and he dug his nails into
whatever he was holding and let out a breathless cry as he released, thrusting
into whatever he did.
It felt like he had just run a marathon and won, the euphoria that came such
bliss and he bit his lip as he continued his thrusts until he felt too tired to
continue. Once he stopped he remained in place, letting out a few breaths
before he opened his eyes. Light flooded them and he winced for a moment until
he looked down to his uncle who lay below. His chest was rising and falling and
his forehead was against the floor just as it had been before.
Souji frowned and leaned forward. “Dojima-san…” he asked as he nudged him
softly, looking to his shirt which was trying to still stay on his shoulders.
“Are you alright?”
He heard soft breathing for a moment before his uncle turned his head and his
eyes opened halfway, his mouth letting out hard pants. Souji felt his cheeks
blush a little, seeing him like that and it took him off guard as he leaned
towards him and kissed him. It lasted for a moment before he pulled away and
went back to looking at the floor.
“…Don’t… think you’re anything special…” he muttered, still attached to his
pride and Souji let out a snort. He reached up and undid the binds around his
wrists allowing him to have his hands back but it wasn’t for long. Dojima still
resisting had an odd effect on his cock, as if hearing him deny he had the best
fuck of his life only made him harder as opposed to wilting his own pride.
He pulled out, ignoring the come that spilled out after and reached up to yank
the curtain back exposing the yard and most importantly, them. Dojima raised
his head up, not comprehending what was going on until Souji grabbed him and
threw him forward against the glass, pressing his bare chest against the cold
door making him squirm and yell.
He threw more lubricant on his hardening cock and thrust back into his uncle,
grabbing his wrists as he did. Dojima howled and struggled for a moment but
Souji held his wrists back causing his chest and face to press against the
glass more. “S-Souji!”
“My Dojima, what would the neighbours say if they saw you?” he asked, smirking
and once again he fought to escape, his embarrassment coming back but he held
him at bay.
“Souji! Don’t! Someone will see! For fuck’s sakes!” he begged but that only got
him to begin thrusting into his kneeling body, loving how tight he still was
around his cock. “S-Souji! It’s cold!”
“That’s the point!” he laughed and he gripped his wrists harder, using them
almost like reins as he fucked his uncle’s body again. He got a better view of
how his cock entered him and he wished he had brought a camera – or at least
his phone – so he could keep the memory forever. Also for the fact that Dojima
was panting and whining like a dog, his inhibitions slowly disappearing as he
bucked back, chest flat against the glass which was now fogging up.
“S-Souji…” his name was taking on a different tone from his uncle and he closed
his eyes as Dojima panted the words, loving how it was slowly becoming a moan
instead of cries for him to stop. “Souji…!”
“Louder!” he commanded but it really was him concealing his own begging.
Hearing Dojima say his name in such a way… he started thrusting in harder, his
fingernails digging into the wrists they held. “Tell me what you want, uncle!”
“S-Souji! Faster! More!” his voice seemed to take on a different tone, one more
desperate and willing than the shameful one he usually held. Souji knew he was
close. He let go of his wrists and wrapped his arms around his stomach, feeling
the thin fabric between them as he pressed his chest to his back and began
fucking him senseless again, ignoring the howl let out by Dojima and the hand
that clutched near his scar. The glass shook; his uncle started moaning his
name relentlessly as he spread his legs so that he could reach down and jerk
him off.
He could feel him getting close with how frantic he was getting but he couldn’t
let him come, not until he had him completely. Not until he was sure Dojima was
his. He bit his shoulder and drove into him, catching his own release but a
hard squeeze to his uncle’s cock stopped his orgasm and he was soon hissing and
begging for him to let go but he didn’t.
Not until after his body had stopped shaking for the third orgasm he had
achieved that day – the first unseen by anyone early in the morning when he
still dreamed of never touching his uncle. But now, it was different and he
pulled out with a hiss, watching more white seed spill down his uncle’s thighs.
One last fuck, he was sure of it.
He tossed Dojima to the floor, making him bark as his head hit it harder than
he wanted it to but he had no time to dwell on it. He pinned him down and their
hips met, Dojima’s hard cock still straining to release as it rubbed against
his thigh. He licked his lips and looked down at him, at his uncle’s flushed
face and shaking body with his swollen lips.
“Dojima, tell me what you want,” he said breathlessly, slowly moving his hips.
“Tell me what it is that you want.”
He stared up at him, not speaking but Souji could see his mind working from
behind his hazy grey eyes. He said nothing, only breathing before he gave a
small nod. “Y-You.”
Souji tried to keep himself calm. “What do you want me to do?”
There was resistance but it didn’t last long and Dojima looked away from him,
swallowing as he did. “Make m-me come.”
“Be more specific,” he urged, rubbing himself against him. “Tell me what you
want me to do to you, Dojima.”
He could almost hear a pin drop as he waited for his uncle’s reply but he knew
what he was going to say as soon as he saw him close his eyes and his ears burn
with humiliation. “F…Fuck my pussy, S-Souji. F-Fuck me…”
It took him no time at all to get hard again – probably since he shamelessly
masturbated almost twice a night which seemed to help his stamina – and he was
thrusting into him without delay, panting as he watched Dojima twitch and cry
from below, his fingers reaching up to grip his forearms for leverage.
He couldn’t help but kiss him, forcing his tongue into his mouth and he moaned
as they messily swapped saliva, his uncle’s thick tongue eagerly moving against
his own. He only broke when he really had to moan and throw his head back –
which was quite often as his uncle being so submissive and needy to him was
driving him nuts – and when he reached down to jerk him off they both came in
no time.
Souji couldn’t stop kissing Dojima after, both breathless as they did, Souji’s
fingers shaking to keep a grip on his uncle’s wet shirt collar as the after
effects of his fourth orgasm were now leaving him dizzy. When he finally broke
he could only pant and stare down at Dojima, looking to how well-fucked and
exhausted he was. “Dojima-san…”
His eyes didn’t focus on him immediately but when they did he could see it
coming back. His jaw clenched and he was flushing. “Souji… this…”
He kissed him to shut him up.
“Looks like that demon of pride hasn’t left you,” he casually joked and Dojima
flushed and slowly started getting up, staring at the window for a second
before he struggled to his feet, pushing Souji from out of himself, and grabbed
the curtain, forcing it over the door to cover up the living room and their
half-naked forms.
Souji only laughed at his action, getting up himself as he came behind him and
wrapped his arms around him, purposely squeezing tight making him wince and
make a grab at his side again. “You liked it, didn’t you?”
Dojima said nothing but his cheeks burned bright. Souji took that as
confirmation that he did and he buried his face against his neck, kissing and
licking until his uncle was shifting and licking his lips.
“Souji… this… can’t happen,” he muttered and he stopped to look at him,
watching as he turned to look away at the corner. “You’re leaving next month.”
“So?” he asked quietly, placing another kiss on his neck as he listened to him
sigh.
“Look, I don’t want you to hold back because of me,” he muttered, cryptically.
“You’re going home again and…” There was a pause and Souji waited, curious on
what he was getting at. “Look, I’m old. And you’ve got twenty years before you
even reach my age. If… something comes along… I’m just saying… don’t pass it up
because you’re hung up on me.”
Souji stared before he stared to laugh and Dojima whipped his head around,
giving him the evil eye. “I’m not joking you little sadist brat!”
“Dojima, what are you saying?” he laughed and squeezed making the man catch his
breath and wince. “That I shouldn’t fuck your brains out because I’m leaving?
I’m not going away forever, I told you. I’ll come back for the holidays and
summer.”
Dojima frowned at him, his jaw tight. “Kid, I’m twenty years your senior-”
“Really? You moan like a sixteen year old high school virgin,” Souji snickered
which got him another angry look.
“I’m your uncle.”
“Mm, not like you can get pregnant. And I don’t really care if you are.”
“Y-You… N-Nanako-”
“Won’t find out,” Souji blew air against his ear which made him flush and try
to pull away. “Dojima-san, I’ve been jerking off to you since summer… I thought
it was just a little crush but the more it went on, the more I realized it
wasn’t. And now, when I finally get to come in your tight ass,” he reached down
and slapped it for emphasis making him stiffen. “You tell me I need to stop
before we can even see if it will work?”
He moved to the front, throwing his arms around his neck and pulling them close
together just as he had done with Nanako earlier. Dojima flushed and clenched
his jaw.
“Besides, you begged me to fuck your naughty little pussy. If that isn’t a
relationship starter, I don’t know what is,” Souji grinned as he reached up and
traced his uncle’s jaw, scratching under his chin for a moment before he
flicked his fingers away. Dojima growled at his action and words.
“Y-You made… S-shut up…”
“Gladly, if you let me fuck you again,” he said with a smile before their lips
pressed together once again, Souji smiling as he felt his uncle’s tremble.
Less than two months he would have to properly explore his uncle’s body and
desires, enough time to convince him they would work long distance. He silently
thanked the gods for the day, for finally letting him after all his time and
agony to get together with his uncle, despite his hatred for traditional
beliefs.
He smirked as he pulled away. “Want me to wear the oni mask while I fuck you?”
“Get the hell away from me, Souji.”
 
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***** Fell *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     I am not going to lie, I barely remember this. It was written in
     February of 2013, which could explain why. But I cannot remember
     this. It must have been one of my after-work writings. Regardless, up
     it goes. I don't think it needs any warnings other than Dojima is
     drunk. So, warning for dubcon sex.
He was a hot mess.
Souji grinned as he looked down at his uncle who let out another strained pant
into the air, his fingers trembling as they gripped the comforter under his
body, his shirt opened to expose the sweat forming on his neck. He tried to
move again, to comprehend where he was once more but Souji didn’t let him. His
grip tightened on his cock and he squeezed it hard for a moment before he began
stroking him again, his fingers delving into his body further until Dojima
jerked, another breathless moan escaping his lips.
“T-There…” he whined, his eyes becoming unfocused again as he shifted, his legs
spreading wide. “Touch me there…”
“Here?” Souji teased, purposely avoiding where he knew he wanted, his fingers
rubbing his insides in circles. Dojima shook his head, his right hand releasing
the sheets to come up and cover his eyes, his ears turning redder than they
already were.
“No, back… down… touch me, just touch me,” he slurred and Souji smirked,
watching his drunken uncle thrash for a moment before his hips jerked. He
squeezed his cock again, hard, and licked his lips at the shudder it produced.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Souji lectured as he moved his fingers to
lightly pet Dojima’s prostate making him let out a loud, throaty groan, his
hips now thrusting down, trying to draw more in. “It won’t be rewarding if I
let you come so quickly.”
Dojima whined again, his head tossing against the pillow before his lips found
the collar of his shirt. He pulled the corner in his mouth, tugging at it for a
moment before he laid back and sucked the fabric. He reached down with his
right hand to try and touch himself, as if he forgot he already had a pair of
fingers inside his body and Souji slapped at them with annoyance. Dojima whined
and went back to gripping the sheets.
“Jeez, you’re impatient when you’re drunk,” Souji muttered, his fingers now
rubbing his prostate harder causing his hips to roll in tune. “No wonder no one
allows you to drink.”
“F-Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” was the reply back and Souji rolled his
eyes before he sped his fingers up, his hand now jerking Dojima’s cock in rapid
strokes causing him to let out throaty, shameful moans, the comforter under
them now twisting in his grip.
It didn’t take long for Dojima to come, his back arched when he did and his
feet kicked against the floor. Souji watched the seed spill from his body and
out of curiosity he clamped his mouth down over his leaking slit, tasting the
come that came. Dojima let out a strangled cry, his hips thrusting up before he
fell back on the floor, eyes remaining unfocused as he breathed in heavily, his
grip loosening.
Souji pulled away, trying to keep his mouth closed as he forced himself to
swallow what he managed to collect in his mouth. It was bitter and smelled
unpleasant but he couldn’t help but shiver in ecstasy at the thought of a part
of Dojima now being within him. He withdrew his fingers, wiped the front of his
pants where he had come from watching and stood up to leave to his own room
where he could properly masturbate before he fell asleep. Dojima let out a
small cough, his legs slowly closing before his hand moved out, trying to grasp
at Souji’s pants. He failed but Souji stopped anyways to see what he wanted.
“Stay,” Dojima muttered hoarsely, his eyes still glazed over but focused on him
as if he knew who had just jerked him off. Souji smiled sadly and shook his
head, stepping around his uncle’s hand as he headed out the door.
Staying would mean in the morning he would have to face him, admit he got him
drunk to finger him, admit he jerked him off and swallowed part of his load,
admit he had feelings for him. And he couldn’t allow that, not yet. Not until
he was sure Dojima felt something back.
Felt something that was more than just lust.
 
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***** Heat Drizzle *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     I remember writing this (whoo!). I wanted to do a 'show' and no
     telling sort of scenario with them and playing the game about six
     times over, I settled on the focus of them fooling around on a
     raining night. I do love the atmosphere about this one. But I love
     rainy nights so. My preference obviously.
It was another rainy night in Inaba, the storm clouds having moved in late in
the afternoon to blanket the town prematurely in darkness. The rain that came
was light enough not to cause a problem to the townsfolk but still heavy to
make noise when it hit a glass surface causing no home to be silent that night.
The soft thumping of rain against his windows was all Souji heard for a few
minutes, his chest rising and falling as he lay on his side. It was calming yet
isolating and he closed his eyes, arching his back as he began to clench,
focusing his attention to making his lover know it was alright to move.
The hands that were wrapped around his waist acknowledged him and slowly they
held him tighter as the hips behind him started to move, sinking the length
that was barely inside him further making his breath catch in his throat. His
fingers gripped his futon below as he shifted, spreading his legs wider and
slowly he began to thrust back, panting lightly as he did.
A movement against him indicated that he should roll onto his knees and he did
so without complaint as he felt the man above him shift to a mounting position,
giving shallow thrusts as his chest met with Souji’s back. They rocked against
each other, saying nothing as they fell into a steady, comforting rhythm where
the point was to just feel each other, how close they were and how they fit
together.
Souji bit his lip as he felt shaking lips brush against his ear and he moved
his one hand that was supporting the left side of his body to the ones gripping
his stomach, prying one off so he could lace his fingers with it. He squeezed
and the hand squeezed back making him pant as he felt the lips now on his neck
and shoulders; he was tempted to say something, to tell him he loved him that
he wanted it harder and forever but he stayed his tongue. He didn’t want to
ruin the moment with his impatience.
He released the hand he was holding and brought it back to supporting his
weight as he felt their pace quicken a bit, the slow lovemaking they were doing
not enough anymore. He clenched down a few times at random to encourage more
and they fell into a faster pace, still not enough to get him off though but
now his lover was panting a bit harder above him.
He responded by reaching down between his legs to play with his own erection,
lightly tugging on it as he matched the thrusts against him, his eyes closing
once again. The hands around his waist shifted so one was over his chest and
the other was pushing his hand away from himself so that it could take over and
he let it, breathing out a soft moan as he did.
He was tempted to call his name but he swallowed the urge down as he started to
buck against him, wanting more. The hand around his chest applied pressure and
he spread his legs so he could move from his stance of being on his hands and
knees to just on his knees in an upright position; their pace got more frantic
and Souji let out another moan as he began to ride his lover, his hands
clasping over the ones on his body, lacing their fingers together.
The hand on his erection was now at a fast pace that was making his mind go
blank and he started to come, his back arching as he did. His head hit the
shoulder behind him and he let out breathless pants as he bucked against the
hand on him and the length inside him, milking it for all he could. He came
against the palm rolling over his slit and he squeezed the hand on his chest to
indicate he had, eliciting heated kisses against his collarbone and bare
shoulders.
He wasn’t finished and Souji tried hard to make him come as well, clenching and
bucking despite how exhausted he was and how their pace didn’t meet. It didn’t
take long for him to find release and Souji sighed as he felt the thrusts
increase for a moment before they slowed and stilled leaving the two panting
against each other as the sounds of rain hitting the window filled the room.
The hand on his chest moved and Souji let go of it as it reached up and gently
turned his head. They kissed, Dojima’s left hand moved up his stomach to pet
it, the other gently stroking his neck and Souji arched against him, moaning
into his mouth in pleasure. He reached behind him to grip his uncle’s forearms
and he scraped his fingernails against the coarse hair that covered them, their
kisses turning more passionate for a minute before they stopped and held each
other’s lips, relishing in the warmth they held.
Dojima drew away and Souji gripped the sheets below as he pulled out, the heat
he had felt against him leave completely making him feel colder than he should
have; he turned to look to his uncle. No words were spoken; just a few kisses
shared to confirm their actual feelings for each other and his uncle tossed on
his pants as he walked to the door and quietly opened it.
Souji lay back down on his futon as he watched him leave, listening to the rain
and his own heartbeat. He pursed his lips, wondering if he should follow, if he
should lay with his uncle in his room and bury himself against that heat and
comfort but he decided against it – There was always next time. He slowly
pulled his covers around him and fell into a slumber, the sounds of rain
helping him disappear into sleep.
Slowly above Inaba the clouds began to move and by first light the city was
silent, the rain having journeyed on leaving only wet streets and morning birds
singing quietly behind.
 
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***** Humidity *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Kink Meme Request as Follows: Souji/Officer in town. Because after
     the Babe Hunt V.2 and you can hit on him? Yeah. This would be amazing
     to see. Everything else I leave up to dear anon.
     Oh, this was one of my last persona 4 fics and I remember loving
     writing every second of this. I knew the officer in question (you can
     give him water and make him flustered) and I had to have fun with it.
     Nothing happens, per say, but I wish something did.
It wasn’t a secret, what he liked. He was open about it in Tokyo when he used
to see them standing bored outside their stations or waiting around their
parked squad cars, wishing to do something. A friendly conversation and a
little teasing would get him what he wanted – sometimes from more than one – so
when he arrived in Inaba, he looked forward to the fresh crop he could have his
pick from. A new town, a new goal; he was glad his parents had shipped him
here.
Hearing his uncle was a Detective was more than a dream come true and a liberal
amount of teasing and avoiding punches got him exactly what he wanted. Well,
almost. His uncle had a deadly uppercut and a lock on his door which he had
trouble picking some nights; locks weren’t made like they used to be. Still,
when he got the chance, he amused himself with him. He seemed to be
particularly weak to having his left ear kissed and sucked and the small of his
back massaged.
His uncle was a challenge, something that he was determined to bed before the
end of the year, blood relatives or not. The time would come, he merely had to
wait.
Adachi was a bit more fun. The stumbling elite Detective was even more skittish
than his uncle and attached to his gun, which he would pull out and point at
him at any given time. But he found tugging at his tie or nipping under his jaw
sent that gun disappearing back to its holster. Rubbing the front of his pants
made Adachi drop to his knees, a very nice position, and he used that technique
more than once on him. Sometimes, just because he could.
He hadn’t gone all the way with him, yet. He had managed to get him riding his
fingers on the kitchen floor but his darling little cousin coming home
prematurely ended that fun so he had to resign himself to adding Adachi to the
mental list of knocking off before he went home.
Detectives. They were so irresistible.
Imagine his fun when he had joined Yosuke on his pathetic ‘babe hunt’ to see a
police station right by the parking lot and a delectable lone officer standing
outside. It sent shivers down his spine and his fingers twitching, wanting to
touch that navy blue uniform. The poor thing had to be hot, standing directly
facing the sun in such a constricting outfit.
Detectives were fun but officers were even better. Such lonely things. And this
one looked like he desperately needed some relief. He could provide him some…
Oh yes. Make sure that officer stopped suffering in this unbearable humidity
alone.
He didn’t even bother with the conversation between Yosuke and Kanji, his two
friends. Something about getting a girl’s number; something he didn’t care
about. A normal person’s number was so chaste and predictable and he had his
eyes on something better. It had been a while since he last had an officer
under his body, squirming in pleasure and this one looked like a perfect
candidate.
He opened his collar a bit.
The officer didn’t even move when he slid up to him. “Hi.”
His head moved a little and Souji looked over, seeing his badge. There was a
nameplate on it but he couldn’t see. He was cute anyways, this mystery cop.
“Something I can help you with?” the officer asked as he tried to keep his eyes
scanning the area, locked on the traffic which was steadily moving along the
crowded street. Souji smiled.
“Are you hot?” he asked with some concern. “It’s the middle of summer and
you’re outside in such heavy clothes.”
The officer seemed a little surprised at him and turned to look at him fully,
eyes fixing on him. Souji found himself looking to the dark brown hair sticking
out from under his cap, a mess from the humidity. “Hot? Oh, uh, no. No, we’re
trained to take the heat,” he gave a shrug. “But, uh, thank you for the
concern.”
“Do you want some water?” Souji asked, reaching into his pocket to feel the bit
of change he had after filing up Dojima’s scooter. Yes, watching him drink
would be quite pleasurable. The officer seemed shocked again but he could see
his eyes light up.
“Really?” he paused and looked around. “Oh, wait, no, I can’t accept things
from citizens unless they’ve been lost. So, no, I’m good.”
Souji gave a shrug. “What if I’m a concerned citizen watching out for others
health? You can dehydrate quite fast in this heat. I would feel safer if the
law enforcement, which works tirelessly to help us, was at their peak.” He
purred the words out and the cute, flustered officer gave him a look before he
scratched the back of his neck.
“Ah, well… I mean, we do work tirelessly…” he blushed and Souji smirked. Praise
was always the best way to get them to bend. “But, well…”
“Wait here,” he interrupted, not giving him a chance to refuse and he gave him
a smile before wandering towards the theatre where there was a concession and
vending machines at the entrance. He took a minute to decide before getting him
plain water – anything else might be pushing it – and he undid the cap, licking
the top before he went back to the officer which tried to be reluctant but
accepted it as soon as he held it out.
He was adorable. He wondered how cuter he would be with a cock driving into his
body. “Thank you…”
“Souji,” he introduced himself and he watched the officer undo the cap – not
noticing he had broken the seal – and he placed his lips against the top. Souji
licked his lips; an indirect kiss. “It’s not a problem. I have a relative who
is an officer and I know he doesn’t pay much attention to his health in the
heat, as many officers don’t, which is why I was concerned.”
He turned to look at him, his eyebrows rising. “You have a relative that’s a
member?! Oh well, uh… What branch?! Oh, and yeah, thank you, my health… Oh, I’m
Natsu Shigihara,” he pointed to his badge, getting a bit flustered and Souji
chuckled, moving closer to him as the door behind him opened and a woman strode
out of the station. He turned to check her out but she sparked no interest; she
didn’t look like a detective, especially in heels that big.
He focused back on the cute officer Natsu – who was still enjoying his water –
his eyes on his tongue which was pressed against the lip of the bottle.
“Thanks, Souji-kun.”
Souji only smiled again.
Now, he could have prolonged their conversation he supposed, talk about his
dear prudent detective uncle or answer his questions to soften him but he was
limited for time with the sun going down and his dick wasn’t in the mood to be
rejected for another day. He moved in, his arm coming to rest against the wall
behind Officer Natsu and he leaned over, invading his personal space. The
officer paused.
“Can I get your number?” He looked at him, confused. “I’d really like to see
you again. Make sure you stay healthy.”
His cheeks began to blush and Souji reached over, plucking the bottle from his
hands and taking a small drink. He licked the mouth of the bottle on purpose,
teasing it to make sure he knew what he was alluding to which made Officer
Natsu turn a deep red and look away.
“I’m, uh… I’m married...”
“So?” Souji shrugged and he gently handed the bottle back, leaning in more to
try and trap the officer, his fingers coming down to slide over his forearm, up
to his shoulder to his cheek. He used the back of his fingers to stroke the
right side of the officer’s neck, feeling his pulse and his skin prickle under
his touch. “You’re really handsome…”
He shifted, biting his lip. “…I have a wife… and kids… Experimenting isn’t…”
“Isn’t what?”
He hesitated. “I… I shouldn’t…”
God, he was cute. Souji grinned and moved in, pressing against the officer as
he stole a kiss, his tongue tracing the bottom of his lip. He tasted like he
had been eating something salty, ramen perhaps, and Souji had to go in again.
This time, his tongue pushed into his mouth and he felt the officer shake from
below him, letting out a gasp in shock.
He lapped at his tongue, encouraging him to respond back and he felt him meekly
give in, a hand reaching up to grip his forearm, his head falling back a bit.
God, he loved cops. He moved again, flattening him against the wall, his hands
gripping the sides of his head and he began to control the kiss, sucking on his
bottom lip, his fingers beginning to move down as his body became flush with
his.
He didn’t really care that he was in the open. In fact, it turned him on more,
just like it was obviously turning on cute little Officer Natsu, who was
gripping his arms tight. God, he was going to enjoy fucking him. Show him just
how much cops should be appreciated.
He started sucking on his tongue, his hand moving down to the front of his belt
when something slapped the back of his head. Hard. Souji pulled away only to be
hit again, and then again. His head was being assaulted with what felt like a
paper fan, each hit direct and painful before it stopped and he stumbled,
looking behind him.
He froze.
“D…Dojima-san!”
His uncle looked livid, his cheeks red and his hands gripping a newspaper tight
as he let out a shaky breath. He could see Adachi behind him, his cheeks flush
and a hand over his mouth, concealing his expression. “Souji… You’re fucking
dead.”
He looked to the officer he had just been molesting and he was rigid, staring
at his uncle. He found himself smiling. “Do you want to join in, uncle?”
He was hit across the face with the newspaper and then again on the top of the
head as if he was a dog. Several people had stopped now to watch and Souji just
let out a soft laugh as he avoided the next hit. He couldn’t help but lick his
lips and look to Natsu, giving him a wink.
“Sorry, guess we’ll have to experiment later.”
The officer turned bright red and looked away, his arms coming up to cover his
chest. Souji let out a laugh and came up beside him, his mouth near his ear.
“Make sure to call me, alright?”
“Souji!” Dojima snarled and he ducked to avoid a fist coming at him, stumbling
near Adachi as he did. He gave him a wink as well and the young detective
froze.
“Are you coming over soon? We still need to finish.”
Adachi’s cheek twitched, his eyes and expression twisting into something almost
horrifying. There was that gun again. “Sir, permission to kill your nephew?”
“Granted,” Dojima growled as the two came at him. Souji merely smiled. Their
jealousy was cute. Dojima swung at him but he avoided it and took off down the
street, dodging past people until he was far enough away, catching his breath
once he was. He leaned against a wall, giving out a laugh before he began to
contemplate why the hell his uncle and Adachi were there. How long did they
watch him?
Did they like it…
Well, what did it matter. He was sure to get a talk tonight over it which he
could use to his advantage. Maybe Dojima did get turned on by seeing him making
out with a fellow brother in blue? He hoped so. He would love to have a
detective and an officer at once.
He shook his head, adrenaline rushing through his body when a noise made him
look up. There, across the street, he stood; a traffic cop. He was waving a car
by, a whistle dangling from his mouth.
All his other thoughts left and he reached into his pocket, feeling his change.
He had enough for another bottle of water. Another chance at his goal.
 
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***** Mambo Italiano *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Kink Meme Request as Follows: bad!cook Souji pours his heart and soul
     into a meal/dessert for someone*. What happens, anon?
     If you don't hear the song in your head when reading that title, I
     envy you. Yet again another general fic with Souji cooking for Dojima
     and being a failure at it. Poor boy.
He stood over the boiling pot watching it nervously as it threatened to boil
over once more. It was his second batch of spaghetti that night, his first
being ruined by reading the directions on the box wrong but this time he was
determined to get it right – he still had time; Dojima wouldn’t be home for
another forty-five minutes.
The thought still made him fidget.
“Big bro, are you sure you don’t want help?” Nanako called from the living room
and he shook his head, stirring the noodles again in case they were the cause
of the water not boiling.
“No, Nanako-chan, I’m okay,” he said and he grabbed some more salt to pour into
the stagnant water. He recalled hearing once that under-salting the noodles was
a sure way to end a relationship… but maybe that was about boiling mussels. He
couldn’t remember.
He added more salt in case it was for noodles. After staring for another two
minutes he finally tore himself away to make a sauce for them, his hands
nervously tapping the counter. He wasn’t familiar with Italian cuisine all that
well but he figured it couldn’t be that hard. He knew they used a lot of
tomatoes and basil with their pasta and Junes had been well-stocked with those
items; he just had to pound it down.
He grabbed a bowl and went for the fridge. “Nanako-chan…” he called as he
opened the door. “Do you want anything to drink while I’m in here?”
“No thanks,” she replied back, her eyes glued to the television as a giant
robot was thrown against a building. She made a bit of a gasp which caused him
to look up immediately and they watched as another robot came down and hit the
fallen one again, dust blowing up on the screen. Souji went back to the fridge
– he tried to understand that show once with Nanako but it became lost on him
when she started talking about Solar Robot Unicorns.
He pulled out the bowl of tomatoes and the clump of basil and closed the door
with his foot, sliding to the side of the counter where he had put the other
bowl. He dumped all the tomatoes in, frowning as he did and he paused wondering
if there was something to add to it; tomato and basil sauce didn’t sound too
exciting or authentic Italian.
He began to think about what was associated with Italians when he heard a
hissing sound and he looked to the pot which was boiling over rapidly, foam
spilling from the top. A quick move and the lid was off relieving some of the
stress causing the frothy bubbles to deflate; he turned the burner down at
once. Once the hot plate was cold he would have to clean it as he could already
see where the water had splashed, the residue hardening on the surface.
He looked into the pot, pleased to see that at least the noodles were starting
to expand and he went back to finishing the sauce. Italians liked wine in
everything didn’t they? He remembered they were similar to the French that way
and he went back to the fridge to search if they had any. All that was in there
were a few dozen cans of Sapporo beer stuffed in the back and Souji pursed his
lips. Professional chefs cooked with alcohol all the time – maybe beer would be
better than wine for this?
He wondered briefly if his uncle would mind but his logical side kicked in; he
would have been consuming this anyway in some form, what was so different about
eating it than drinking? He brought it out and popped the tab with an expert
hand, holding it away as it hissed for a second. No foam came out and Souji
smiled as he went back to work, dumping the beer over the tomatoes before he
threw in the bunch of basil, grabbing the wooden rice spoon to mash it
together. The smell of beer hit him and he winced at how strong it was, briefly
holding his nose. It was too overpowering – it needed to be balanced out.
“How though?” he muttered and he quickly checked on the pot of spaghetti before
he opened the cupboards looking for an answer. Nothing held an answer as most
of the things stored away were rice-related or various types of oil when it hit
him – Garlic. That was used in Italian cooking, he recalled, they loved the
stuff!
He went back to the fridge to find some and was disappointed once again to see
none. There was, however, still some grated ginger left over from the takeout
they had last night and Souji contemplated it for a second before he grabbed
it. Ginger was a common garnish just like garlic – it wasn’t so much Italian
but it would probably add in the flavor that he needed to help balance out the
beer.
He began to hum as he mashed the tomato sauce together, his cheeks turning pink
as he imagined his uncle eating his meal. He could already hear him praising
him for his ingenuity in the kitchen and leaning in close to speak to him in
Italian – he laughed to himself. Okay, the scenario was stupid but there was
something incredibly sexy about Italian food. It was passionate and pure and
perfect for seduction. He couldn’t help but think of ridiculous setups.
He tried to think if he even knew any Italian. Pasta didn’t really count…
Bonjour? No, that was French.
He reached over and pulled the pasta off the burner, setting it on the cold one
as he continued to puree the thin sauce. He added in some flour, just to
thicken it, before he drained the noodles and washed his hands, plucking at a
stain that had got on his shirt. He let them both sit as he went upstairs to
get changed and when he came down Nanako took her hint and shut the television
off, brushing the front of her dress.
“Big bro?” she said as she walked into the kitchen, fetching one of her milk
drinks from the fridge before she left. He turned to face her, his cheeks still
a bit pink. “Good luck, okay?”
“Thanks Nanako-chan,” he smiled and she nodded before disappearing for the rest
of the night. He went back to dealing with the meal, pouring the sauce into the
pot of noodles and stirring it so it got an even coat. He was contemplating
using one dish or two, wondering if it would be appropriate on the first ‘date’
to be so forward when the sounds of the door opening broke his thoughts. He
staggered away from the kitchen to stand in the hall and greet his uncle.
Dojima was sighing as he was leaning down to kick off his shoes. “I’m home…”
“Welcome home, Dojima-san,” Souji smiled, his heart thumping in his chest. His
uncle looked up as he booted his shoes to the side and he grabbed at his tie,
coming forward towards him. He stepped to the side.
“Souji,” he muttered and he stepped out of the dark hall into the light of the
kitchen, his head raising as he undid the knot of his red tie. “Hn. Something
smells good…”
Souji immediately went pink and pursed his lips, trying not to show his
flustered happiness. “You making something?”
“I made you – us – some Italian pasta tonight,” he stammered and he watched
Dojima raise a brow before tossing his coat on the back of the kitchen chair.
“Is that so?” he rubbed his neck and Souji fought the urge to reach up and
massage it for him. “Thanks kid.”
“S-Sure,” he flushed and he turned back to assemble said meal as his uncle
walked into the living room and nearly collapsed in his spot. Souji went with
two plates, dividing it up evenly between them and he fetched two unmatched
forks from utensil drawer before he quickly moved to the living room, placing
one down in front of his exhausted uncle.
He seemed pleased as he picked up the fork. “Ah, can you fetch me a beer?” he
asked as Souji set his plate down and he nodded, moving back to the kitchen to
throw the dishes in the sink as he did before returning with a can of his
uncle’s cold beer.
“Where’s Nanako?” Dojima asked, suddenly aware she wasn’t in her spot and Souji
gave a small shrug as he settled down, picking up his fork.
“She’s in her room, studying.”
“Ah. Ah, yeah, well thanks for the meal, Souji. ‘Preciate it,” he nodded to him
and Souji tried hard to repress the smile that wanted to burst from his lips.
He lightly picked at his food, taking it slow so he wouldn’t have his mouth
full in case his uncle decided to praise him more and he watched him out of the
corner of his eye swirl the fork around before bringing up a fair amount to
disappear in his mouth.
Souji waited, cheeks turning red as his uncle closed his own eyes and chewed.
There was a moment where he paused, his eyes opening to look down and his cheek
moved again before he stopped and stared at the plate. Souji bit his lip.
“…This…” his uncle mumbled, his throat struggling as he swallowed to clear his
mouth. “…Uh.”
“Y-Yes?!” he couldn’t help but burst out and Dojima looked at him, taken a bit
aback at his display of emotion. Souji couldn’t help it as it came bubbling
out. “Do you like it? Dojima-san? I-I made it just…”
He stopped himself from outright confessing and he looked away from his, his
ears now burning as bright as his cheeks. “I… I made it just for you.”
He heard his uncle clear his throat and he quickly glanced at him to see his
uncle’s own cheeks turning a bit pink, his hand already reaching for the beer.
He cracked it open and stared at the patio door as he took a longer than usual
drink; Souji’s heart began to sink.
“I-I’m sorry. Forget it,” he blurted as he reached down and grabbed his fork,
twisting it harshly so it was full of noodles. “Sorry.”
He shoved his fork in his mouth, embarrassed for being so unhinged.
As soon as he bit down he could tell what was wrong. The pasta wasn’t cooked.
And it was saltier than anchovies marinating on a slab of salt.
He balked as the sauce then hit his tongue – it was the most morbid thing he
had ever tasted. The fridge offered better nourishment that it; Nanako’s
science projects tasted better in fact. He immediately spit it out and covered
his mouth, his taste buds going haywire as a shudder ran through his body.
Dojima merely stood up and walked to the kitchen returning with a bottle of
water which he held out for him to take. He grabbed it and ripped the cap off
as he downed the majority of it, shaking as he did as now the taste was sliding
down his throat.
Fuck, was all he could think. Fuck, gross, fuck.
“You tried Souji,” Dojima muttered as he brought his beer to his lips. “That’s
what matters.”
He was going to reply with a protest but when he opened his mouth all he could
do was cough and swear. “F-Fuck!” he shouted and he brought the water back to
his lips, sloshing a good amount before he ran to the kitchen to spit it out.
His cheeks began to turn red from humiliation and he stuck his tongue out as
saliva dripped from his chin.
So much for seduction.
He groaned and buried his head in his hands, his body shivering as he could
still taste the ginger-tomato-beer abomination at the back of his throat. He
practically confessed on top of this. What the hell was he thinking?
A hand touching his back made him jerk up and his uncle was beside him placing
his empty beer can on the counter, eyes blank as he did. His hand was situated
near his shoulder but as he drew away it slid down until it hovered near the
small of his back. Souji wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned
slightly without thinking, his right shoulder dragging across his uncle’s chest
as he looked at him, flushing deeply.
Dojima said nothing but he leaned down and his lips caressed the top of his
forehead making his knees go weak and his hand frantically grab the sink. He
drew back. “If you want to make me something, just make plain rice.”
“W…What?”
He moved away from him towards the fridge, tugging on his tie as he did. “I
said just make me plain rice if you’re so desperate to cook for me,” he sighed
as he reached down and grabbed another beer. Souji held his forehead as his
legs still shook, his heart now in his mouth pounding so loud he could barely
hear.
His uncle didn’t notice as he went back to the living room and sat down once
again, his hand slowly touching the edge of the plate and pushing it as far
away from himself as he could get it all while drinking a good portion of
alcohol.
Souji turned back towards the sink. His uncle had kissed him. He had made the
worst tasting pasta in history, made an ass out of himself by confessing and
his uncle still kissed him.
“Thank you Italy,” he muttered as he sunk to the floor.
 
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***** Mark *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warning for orgasm denial.
     All I have written for this is that I wanted to name it "Let's Fall
     in Love" but then I didn't. Missed opportunity.
Souji howled as his legs were pushed further against his chest, the new angle
making him lose even more control of himself as he bucked back with vigor
against the cock driving into his body. His grip was tight on the couch so he
wouldn’t fall but his fingers were starting to cramp and the position he was in
was incredibly awkward that he couldn’t get comfortable; not that he minded.
Dojima would finish soon.
He peered between his legs and watched his uncle’s thick cock drive down into
him, burying himself to the hilt each time and Souji’s cheeks flushed as he
then watched him nearly pull himself out. He thrust down again and his fingers
dug into Souji’s thighs making him whine and toss his head back; he couldn’t
hold his composure much longer, his cock was practically leaking all over his
stomach.
“U-Uncle… harder!” he begged as he felt the lubricant drip down his back from
his ass, the sound of wet skin making contact now filling his ears. He knew it
was a nearly impossible request, Dojima seemed at his limit already but his
uncle surprised him when he grabbed his legs and shut them, pulling them up to
sling his ankles over his shoulder causing a new angle and Souji to clench and
wail even louder.
He was hitting his prostate dead on, each thrust sending his body into spasms
and Souji opened his mouth wide as lights began to fill his eyes. He was so
close, on the brink of exploding and…
Dojima pulled out.
“U-Uncle! Uncle!” he began to cry, his body trembling as he watched him just
step back, denying him his orgasm. Souji fell back on the couch, feeling like
he was going to die, the feeling of ecstasy turning to frustration, his teeth
gritting angrily, furious at the man, furious on why he would stop when his
legs were pulled open and Dojima slammed into him hard making him scream and
arch off the back of the couch. His fingers let go and he slid down, his back
on the cushions with his ankles near his head as Dojima pounded down, every
thrust hitting his prostate once again.
Souji nearly blacked out as he came, his body clenching down on his uncle’s
cock hard, his own spilling seed out that hit his chest and chin. He didn’t
hear Dojima come, he couldn’t even tell where he was; only that the sensation
of his cock pulling out made him groan and his body hitting the couch and floor
sent a momentary bout of pain to his head.
Dojima sighed from above him. “If you got top marks, I wouldn’t have pulled out
you know,” he was already tucked away and pulling a cigarette from his pocket
to light it. Souji felt his head throb. “Next time, if you get in the top ten,
I’ll really make you come.”
“U-Uncle…” Souji flushed and he tried to get up but his legs failed him. He sat
on the floor, bewildered for a moment, semen dripping from his chin and ass
onto the floor when he felt hands cup his face. A handkerchief ran over his
lips and he focused on the deep blue eyes above him, letting Dojima clean him
up a little. He gripped at his arm when he pulled away, his throat sore from
the yelling he had done. “Please… kiss me…”
“Get the top mark and I will.”
 
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***** Miss Yasogami High *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warning for crossdressing and language. I wrote this when Arena came
     out I really wanted to do something with Souji and his female outfit.
     On some encouragement, I wrote this. Hey, it works.
Souji sighed as he struggled once more to take the bra off, his hands awkwardly
trying to grasp the straps behind him to free himself from the stuffy garment;
it was no use. His hands dropped to his sides and he looked at the floor
ashamed at himself in his defeat. His hands reached up instead to unclip the
extensions that were tangled with his own hair, at least getting rid of one
annoying accessory.
Even though he didn’t win the pageant, it was fun for that brief moment. He
knew he was going to be labelled a pervert by some and get creepy stares from
others but he kept his head up and played the character he chose to be, just
like he did in drama. And it seemed to gain him some respect from his peers.
Daisuke and Kou laughed the hardest at him after but they told him he was a
brave man and he felt like his courage increased some after that.
He did fully intend on never wearing the uniform again but when a couple of
first year girls insisted for the yearbook he found himself donning the outfit
once more, with Teddie by his side. Now that he was back home, he was finding
it a mess to take it off by himself. He unclipped one extension successfully,
wincing as a few hairs were pulled and dropped it unceremoniously onto his
table before he fetched his cell phone.
Would it be weird to phone Chie or Yukiko to ask how to take a bra off? He
frowned as he wondered how uncomfortable that might become.
“Uh, miss?” he heard from the hallway and he turned his head slightly to see
that Dojima-san was standing in his doorway. “Can I help you?”
“Dojima-san,” Souji said and his uncle’s eyes became wide and his body
stiffened when he heard his voice. Did he really just mistake him for a girl?
Well, only one extension was out and his back was to him, so it was possible.
He smirked as he watched how flustered the older man began to get, his hand
scratching the back of his neck in awkwardness.
“S-Souji… You know I don’t care what you do but… this… is…” he muttered and
Souji found himself laughing, turning to fully face him.
“There was a pageant for boys being girls at school,” he interrupted. “Kanji,
Yosuke, and I were entered by the girls because Yosuke entered them in the
beauty pageant without their consent.”
Dojima seemed to relax a bit. “Ah, I see.” His eyes met Souji’s again, his
cheeks a little red but he didn’t look as uncomfortable as before. It made
Souji cover his mouth to stop laughing any louder. His uncle could be so cute
sometimes.
“Dojima-san,” Souji grinned, about to tell him more when a thought entered his
head. He had been married to a woman and at some point he probably had removed
her bra during the course of their relationship. Maybe he could remove the one
that was on him. Dojima looked to him, waiting for him to continue his sentence
and Souji found himself flushing. Now things were going to get awkward.
“I… Uh, some girls at school… they asked me to dress up again for photos,” he
looked to the floor, his foot digging at a spot on the rug for a second before
he continued. “See, I did it, but… there’s… I can’t…”
“What’s the matter?” Dojima asked in slight impatience. He knew he hated it
when he danced around a subject.
“I had to put everything on again, but I had help then and now I’m home and… no
one’s around and…” he swallowed his pride. “I can’t get the bra off.” His eyes
immediately flicked up to Dojima who seemed to be processing his words before
his jaw tightened and his face got red. Souji panicked a little. “I just need
help unclasping the straps at the back! That’s all!”
Dojima said nothing but his arms crossed and he sighed through his nose meaning
he was irritated or disappointed or a mixture of the two emotions. Souji felt
his cheeks flush more, his hands nervously going up to tangle in his hair to
pull the clipped extensions out when Dojima raised a hand and made a twirling
motion.
“Turn around,” he commanded and Souji pulled out one of the extensions in
shock, wincing when it caught a bundle of strands as it came free. He did as he
was told and turned so his back was to his uncle, the clip nervously turning in
his hands. He felt Dojima’s body get closer to his, could feel his presence
behind him but his hands didn’t touch him. Not his back, anyways. They reached
up into his hair and unclipped the last two extensions with ease, his hand
coming forward to hold them out and Souji cupped his hands to catch them.
“I can’t take you seriously with those stupid things,” Dojima muttered and
Souji smiled, his body relaxing a bit. He felt his top get pulled away from his
body, the sides moving up his ribs as Dojima lifted it to find where the bra
was. One hand came down and touched the middle of his back and Souji moved in
shock, the heat from it making his skin tingle. Dojima paused. “Something
wrong?”
“N-No,” Souji muttered but his ears were turning red. “Guess I’m a little
ticklish,” he lied and his eyes glued to the floor as he shifted in place.
Dojima said nothing but he seemed to pause as well, his hand eventually sliding
up to the straps to unhook them causing his knuckles to rub against the white
skin beneath.
Souji felt the bra against him loosen and he let out a breath of relief but he
shifted again, feeling his body react once more to Dojima’s hand sliding down
and pulling away. The loss of contact between the two made him feel empty and
he started to wish his uncle did something, touched him more and touched him
anywhere when his voice startled him.
“Souji,” Dojima muttered from behind him, his voice deep and comforting in a
way he had never noticed before. “Are you alright?”
He said nothing but his cheeks were red as the sun. His uncle had just unhooked
a bra he put on, that was all, there was no reason he should read into it more
than him doing him an awkward favor but Souji bit his lip and he tossed the
extensions down on the table beside him. He had found his uncle as handsome
from the first day he met him but it never stretched more than that simple
crush, to this feeling of lust that was burning in his stomach for him from a
simple touch.
His touch was so gentle and intimate in such a loving way and Souji squeezed
his legs together, feeling the panties he had put on as well suddenly become
too small for his cock. His mind was filling of thoughts of where those hands
should have gone, where they could have secretly delved and he felt Dojima step
forward, trying to see his face. A warm hand came up to touch his cheek and he
inadvertently flinched at the contact.
“Hey,” Dojima asked. “Souji, are you okay?”
He made a decision that he knew he might regret. In a split second he had his
arms around his uncle’s neck and he was kissing him, feeling his lips part
against his in shock and the taste of nicotine and tar enter his senses. Dojima
froze, unable to react and Souji’s senses came back and he broke away in shame,
his eyes refusing the meet the older man’s as he felt him stare at him in
disbelief. His voice began to shake.
“S-Sorry, Dojima-san,” he reached up and brushed his bangs from his eyes,
unable to stop fidgeting. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” He gave out an
embarrassed laugh, hoping it would ease the tension but he felt the steely gaze
still on him and he waited for a lecture to follow. When none immediately came
he started swaying in place, desperately wishing he could die until strong arms
wrapped around him and pulled him close making him let out a childish squeak.
Dojima stared down at him, his expression unreadable but Souji could feel his
grip tight against him and he nervously raised his head up, parting his lips in
expectation. Dojima took his invitation and the two kissed properly, joined for
a tender moment before they parted. After that it became a bit more desperate
until they were gripping each other, breaths uneven and Souji’s hands were dug
into the powerful arms that were wrapped around him.
When their tongues met it wasn’t gentle or forceful, it was more of a need they
both had. To taste each other, to have some sort of contact that was more
perverse than a kiss. Souji found his hips rubbing against Dojima’s and he
began moaning into his mouth when his uncle’s hand came down and cupped his ass
in response as they both started getting a bit more out of control.
Souji was the one to break it first, avoiding Dojima’s hungry lips to kiss and
lick at the stubble on his chin. One hand released its grip from his arm and
was between the black slacks, rubbing at the bulge that was starting to form.
Dojima let out a strangled moan, his eyes closing for a moment as Souji’s mouth
slid down. He chose to suck near his jugular, to mark him as his lover when he
felt his body being pulled away. They departed, both panting and Dojima stood
back a little, a hand coming up to rub at his eyes.
“S-Souji,” he muttered, his mind seeming to come back. “What are we doing…”
“I… I don’t know,” he replied, his own hands came down to twist at the skirt he
was wearing, his heart thumping in his chest. “I… I… just…”
No, he told himself. He didn’t get out of hand by accident. He wanted this,
wanted Dojima on him, kissing him, touching him, fucking him. He took in a deep
breath before he stilled himself and looked to Dojima who was looking at the
table, his hand covering his mouth in shame, his ears red. Souji stepped
forward.
“I want you,” he declared and Dojima’s eyes snapped to his watching carefully.
“We’re did that because I want you and maybe you want me, I don’t know. But
somewhere inside of us we want each other otherwise...” What? It wouldn’t be so
hot? Desperate? Wonderful? A thought entered his head and he looked to the
door. “Where’s Nanako?”
“She’s at the Cultural Fair with her friend Mio or something and her mother,”
Dojima said in relief. Souji nodded and closed the distance between them, his
hands wrapping around his uncle’s torso as their bodies once again connected.
“Good. Then we can be as loud as we want,” his mouth went back to where he had
been sucking but two strong hands pushed at his shoulders to pull him away,
slightly.
“We shouldn’t do this. You’re my nephew, I’m-”
“Yeah, we shouldn’t,” Souji cut in. “But I can feel your cock against my thigh,
Dojima-san. And mine’s pretty hard for you too. We shouldn’t do this but we
obviously want to. So don’t overthink it until after,” he shifted and sucked
under his jaw, his shoulders breaking away from the hands so he was flush
against Dojima’s body. He felt him shudder for a moment before his hands went
down, cupping his ass and raising his skirt.
“You’ll regret it,” was the last protest he made and Souji smirked against him.
“We’ll see,” he replied and the desperation came back as he sucked at his
uncle’s throat, his hands moving down to dive into the back of his pants and
massage his rear while he did. Their hips met and began to rub once more;
Dojima’s hands ran up and down his back constantly until one hand came forward
and pressed against the front of his skirt, rubbing at him through the fabric
and the panties that were uncomfortably holding him in. They moaned and
struggled to remain upright, Souji could feel his knees wanting to give way
when Dojima pulled back, his cheeks red and neck coated in saliva and love
bites. He went down to the floor, his hands gripping at the long skirt Souji
wore and he lifted it up enough to get under it. Souji reached down, massaging
his shoulders in encouragement when he felt fingers grip at the pantyhose.
He opened his mouth to tell Dojima not to rip them, as they were Yukiko’s and
not his but it was too late. The sound of the thin pantyhose being torn from
around his thighs came forth and he trembled as he felt the warm hands touch
the now bare skin. He felt one finger tug at the panties, pulling them down as
far as they could go, which wasn’t far and he let out a cry as his uncle’s
mouth wrapped around his cock, sucking away the precome that had formed. He
jerked, trying to fuck his mouth but nails digging into his exposed skin
stopped him and he had to continue to struggle to stand and Dojima began
teasing him.
His hands fell down to grip at his shoulders for leverage, his toes curling
against the rug beneath them. “D-Dojima-san!” he cried as the hot mouth slid
down and a tongue came out to lick behind his balls, near his hole. “Oh God,
Dojima-san! Dojima-san, please!”
The mouth was back on his cock but one hand was now between his legs, rubbing
at his hole to try and make him relax. His knees turned inward and he felt the
urge to collapse keep taking over when Dojima’s tongue lapped his slit but he
managed to stand his ground and stay upright as the assault continued. The hand
and mouth switched positions and he bucked into the hand job he received, his
mouth falling open when a tongue managed to slip inside him. He arched his
back, his hands coming up to twist the front of the sailor top he wore and he
let out a cry as he came, his hips bucking furiously. Dojima milked him for all
he was worth, his tongue still thrusting into his hole before he withdrew and
emerged from under his skirt. His own cheeks were red and his hair disheveled
but he was smirking as he opened his hand, showing Souji how much he had come.
Souji bit his lip, his legs still trembling for the orgasm as Dojima stood up
and he watched him lick at the fluid coating his fingers before he reached back
down, back under the skirt and to Souji’s hole where he rubbed it in making it
wet and slick. Souji moaned at him in response and his uncle replied by kissing
him, moaning himself. His hand drew away and the clung to each other for a
moment, their tongues rolling over each other before Souji pulled away.
“Dojima-san, please sit on the couch,” he asked wanting to return the favor and
Dojima looked over his shoulder and nodded, breaking their embrace. He kicked
the table away a bit and as soon as he sat down Souji was over him with his
hands on his belt. He pulled it off and unbuttoned the front so he could tug
them down to Dojima’s knees before he started on his underwear. He knew Dojima
wore boxers but it seemed weird to see them physically on his body and not in
the laundry hamper. He gently pulled the waistband down so as not to catch on
his straining cock and he found his breath lump in his throat. Dojima noticed
his hesitation.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re so big,” he mumbled shyly and Dojima stared at him before he gave out a
small laugh.
“I’ll fit,” he reassured him and Souji smiled but his stomach knotted. He
remembered an awkward conversation between Yosuke and him where Yosuke
described how a ‘pussy’ could take ‘monster cocks’ despite it not seeming
possible. But he did not own a pussy and he had no clue how Dojima would fit in
him when his voice reassured him again. “Souji… I will fit, even if I have to
spend two hours preparing you.”
It made him feel better. He got down on his knees and leaned up, hovering over
the erect cock for a second as he collected some saliva from his throat. Once
satisfied, he took the head into his mouth, trying to mimic various videos he
had seen online during times when he was curious and his action got a soft moan
out of Dojima. He started licking around the head, testing to see what was
right when something bitter touched his tongue and he drew back, shuddering.
Dojima let out a slight chuckle above. “This is your first time I take it?”
“Yeah,” he replied, embarrassed before he went back to work, pushing the tip
back into his mouth. The bitterness hit his tongue again when it swiped over
Dojima’s slit but he kept in in, swallowing instead. A hand laced into his hair
and lightly put pressure down, indicating he should move. He obeyed the slight
command and relaxed his jaw, letting his mouth slide down.
Instinctively his hand came up to grip the base of the hot member, holding it
still so he could attempt to get Dojima off as he had earlier. He brought his
head up and down, not feeling like he was doing much but he felt the older man
tense. It was enough for him to keep going, moving up and down in a rhythm
until he found his mind wandering. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, was
it?
He thought to previous actions girls had done in porn and he angled his head so
his lips slid up and down the side of Dojima’s shaft, stopping at the tip so
his hand could do a few quick strokes before returning to its grasp around the
base. He bobbed his head normally around three times then mirrored the action
on the other side. The hand that was in his hair tensed and he purred as he
felt the nails scratch his scalp lightly, as if he were some dog.
His eyes dragged up and he briefly looked at Dojima, at his flushed face and
glazed eyes and he smiled inwardly and pulled off his cock, giving the
underside a long, hot lick from the base to the tip. He swallowed it up again,
moved up and down so his lips hit his hand that had wrapped around him once
more and he began to moan as he did.
He didn’t expect Dojima’s free hand to come down and pull his away but he
allowed it, pausing in his ministrations as he watched him place it on his
thigh. He then reached up so both hands held his head and he encouraged him to
continue. Souji nodded and took more of him in as he went down, his legs
clenching together as he sucked his uncle’s cock almost to the base. It was
getting him hard again and he shifted in place, raising more of his body up and
his hands moved to slide over the thighs in front of him, relishing at the
twitching that met his fingertips.
“Souji…” Dojima said in a breathless tone. “Wait.”
He paused with his mouth still around him but he made no attempt to tease him
or disobey; it took Dojima a bit before he was able to say what was on his
mind, obviously trying to control himself.
“Don’t swallow,” was all he said and Souji blinked and nodded. He went back to
thrusting his head up and down, his tongue rubbing against his slit whenever he
got the chance and he felt Dojima flex his hips, his fingers grip his hair but
he didn’t thrust up. Souji pulled away, deciding to let him finish the same way
he let him and both hands came onto his cock, one moving up and down while the
other rolled over his tip as if he was polishing it.
Dojima brought a hand up to cover his eyes, seemingly in pain before he dug his
nails into Souji’s hair. His hips bucked once and his breath quickened and
Souji watched in fascination as he brought Dojima to release. He almost pulled
his hand away to see but Dojima gripped his wrist with the hand that had been
covering his eyes. He squeezed making Souji wince but his grip lessened and he
leaned back on the couch with a sigh.
Souji stared at him. If his hand hadn’t had been on his cock, he never would
have believed Dojima had come. It was remarkable, to say, how much control he
had not to become so, well, wanton as he had been. Still, how long did it take
him to master that? Was it after his wife died? Was it because he had no choice
since he shared the house with him and Na-
“Souji, wipe that between your legs,” Dojima instructed and he snapped from his
thoughts and gave a nod. He reached down, tugging at the skirt with the hand
not covered in come and Dojima sighed, reaching over to yank the skirt off his
slim hips so it fell to the ground. Souji flushed, looking down at his own hard
cock and torn pantyhose and he shivered at the air that hit his now exposed
skin. The panties still hung between his legs but they soon fell on the floor
when Dojima tore the thin fabric in two making Souji sigh and wonder what
Yukiko would do to him if she saw her underwear in tatters. Dojima grabbed his
hand and directed it between his legs impatiently, making him wipe the majority
of it off on himself so his fingers could move in and do the work.
Souji let out a sigh and withdrew as his uncle began fingering him again, this
time with slicker fingers. He grabbed his shoulder as he had done before and
rolled his hips against the index finger moving inside of him, little cries
escaping his lips. He tried to be in control as Dojima had but his chest felt
like it was going to burst if he didn’t let out some noises.
When the second finger entered him they cries came tumbling out and he rose up
onto his toes, hands still digging into Dojima’s shoulders. Dojima said nothing
as he concentrated but he grunted uncomfortably at the nails leaving marks in
his skin under his shirt. He took care in stretching Souji, making sure he
would be ready but Souji didn’t feel right. As he withdrew he shook his head
from above.
“Please, Dojima-san, a little more,” he begged and Dojima looked up but obeyed.
He pulled his hand back to spit on it before it returned and massaged his
insides, his fingers curling up making Souji shudder in pleasure. It was then
that something occurred to him.
“Dojima-san,” he looked down to him, his cheeks turning pink as his uncle
looked up to him with curious eyes. “Have… Have you done this before? Slept
with a guy?”
Dojima’s eyes immediately downcast and he cleared his throat, his fingers now
making circles inside his body causing his legs to shake. “No,” he admitted
quietly. “I’ve… only done this to myself.”
Souji flushed at the thought. Dojima pushed his fingers up, thrusting in a
little and the thoughts started pushing into his brain. Dojima fingering
himself late at night in his futon, jerking himself off to good measure as well
while everyone in the house slept; searching his body for that spot that would
let him get his release and his fingers curling when-
“Do-Dojima-san,” Souji breathed and he gripped his uncle’s shoulders tight
making him give him a perplexed look. “I need you, now! I need your dick in
me!”
He stared at him for a second before his hand drew away and reached down to
jerk his member a bit to get it back to full hardness. Souji climbed on him the
instant Dojima drew his hand away and began passionately kissing him, his hips
rolling against the erection against his stomach as he spread his legs. He felt
the powerful hands try and grip his body to steady him but he couldn’t help his
actions now. He needed to be fucked right then and there, the thoughts of
Dojima moaning against his own fingers burning in his mind.
“Souji-” Dojima mumbled against his lips, trying to make him calm down or
something but it was ineffective. “Souji, stop moving. Let me… Don’t be so
eager.”
“Dojima-san,” Souji moaned but he calmed himself and let him finally take the
lead. Dojima moved him back, positioning himself so Souji was under his cock
and Souji felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he looked down at the older man.
Dojima’s eyes were hard, fixed in concentration and Souji couldn’t help but
admire him, his out of place hairs and stubble lining his jaw, the sens of
power and respect that seemed to radiate off of him. It made him feel safe,
that he wouldn’t regret letting him take his virginity. He never contemplated
the thought before, it wasn’t as if he came to Inaba with the idea of losing
his virginity or anything but the time felt right and he knew he was with the
right person.
He hated to admit it but he probably reacted subconsciously earlier because he
wanted Dojima to fuck him. He was just happy his uncle wasn’t denying him.
Dojima reached between his legs as he lowered his hips down, making sure the
tip of his cock was where it should be and he started to push up. Souji whined,
his eyes closing as he gripped Dojima’s thighs behind him for leverage and
comfort, his mind focusing hard on not clenching as his dick started slipping
into his body. It was large and odd, an intrusion that made him shift in
discomfort and clench but he went slow enough, gentle enough that there wasn’t
a point in which he wanted him to stop.
Once he was inside fully Souji opened his eyes and stared at his uncle who was
struggling to control himself. He could feel the cock throb inside his body,
see the tremble in the hands grasped at his hips and he reached forward to wrap
his arms around Dojima’s neck, their lips meeting for a short moment. He had
taken his virginity though he doubted that was what Dojima wanted to hear.
“You’re so big,” Souji breathed out in pleasure instead and Dojima clenched his
eyes shut for a moment before a pant escaped his own lips.
“Souji… I won’t be able to hold back soon,” he warned and Souji nodded,
straightening back up, his hands gripping his thighs as he got into the
position that he wanted.
“Then start,” he told him as he raised his hips up and lowered himself back
down in a start to get him moving. He did it a couple more times; eyes glued to
Dojima’s reactions and finally a slight thrust up met his making him grin. He
closed his eyes, focusing on shutting his brain off as he began to ride the
cock inside him, the rhythm he found pleasant. Dojima began to move as well and
they both lapsed into an easy, comfortable movement, both getting used to each
other and their connection.
Souji found his hand sliding down his shirt towards the torn pantyhose and he
clutched his cock, slowly jerking himself off as he moved. He let out a sigh of
content, feeling the sun hit him through the window he neglected to close – he
didn’t care much on who saw him now though – and he was shocked to feel Dojima
reach down and join him, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock.
Souji opened his eyes and they stared at each other with an unspoken understand
that led him to remove his hand and wrap it around Dojima’s neck instead, their
lips meeting once again as they lazily fucked and kissed. He was pretty sure
this is what the term ‘being in heaven’ meant. The gentle sex, the tender kiss,
he felt completely vulnerable but safe. Unfortunately, a darker part of his
mind came forth.
As good as it felt, he wanted that lust that had hit him before, when they were
desperately making out. He wanted Dojima to fuck him like it was his last day
on earth. He pulled away, put a hand over the swollen lips that belonged to his
guardian and looked at the couch.
“Dojima-san… I like this… but please. Fuck me, now. As hard as you can.”
He felt Dojima stop rolling his hips casually up, stopping completely in fact,
and he pulled his hand away to hear his answer. Dojima let out a strained hiss.
“Finally,” he mumbled and Souji blinked before he felt the powerful, tanned
hand grip his hips and thrust up in a wicked pace. It made him scream
unintentionally, his body falling forward to cling to whatever was closest
which happened to be Dojima’s neck. His uncle let out a soft chuckle in
response and drove up hard into him making Souji see stars and his hands
struggle to hold on.
“A-ah! AH!” he bucked down wanting to feel more. “Ah! Do-Dojima! D-Dojima-san,
yes!” He felt like he was losing his mind as the cock inside him would pound up
in shallow, quick thrusts before it would take a deep plunge and he would be
held still as Dojima ground into him. It would then turn back to the
shallowness he felt before only it would drag out longer before the deeper
thrusts would come. He couldn’t predict them; he could only try to react when
necessary and it was making him feel like he was losing his mind in pieces. The
pleasure was getting too intense.
Soon the shallow thrusting was abandoned and he only got hard, long strokes in
an erratic fashion that made him either let out a string of nonsensical words
or bark Dojima’s name as if he was being slapped. Both seemed to please his
uncle and his legs were spread wider, his balls slapping against skin as they
connected. Souji stopped fighting and let his hips do as they pleased, let his
mind scatter into thoughts only focusing on the released that was building
inside.
He could feel himself at his limits, his back arching as the wave came at him
and he was caught in an embrace, his thoughts scattering as he yelped and the
wave eluded his body. He was falling down, Dojima was over top of him and he
panicked as he tried to understand what was happening when his back hit the
table that had been pushed away. Dojima continued slamming into him and Souji
cried out as the new position gave Dojima much more power to drill into him.
The table shook violently and he couldn’t hold back his mindless cries as he
began to beg Dojima to fuck him, to never stop, to make him his.
“D-Doj-i-i-ima-sa-a-an!” he wailed, and his legs wrapped around his uncle’s
back, as he began clenching tightly, his entire body feeling as if it was going
to explode. Every muscle inside of him seemed to be twisting on edge, squeezing
out his energy and Dojima hit him right and they all released their tension at
once. He couldn’t stop the cries from his mouth, from constantly hollering his
uncle’s first name as the euphoric wave hit him and he came. His back arched
and he jerked against the table, his hips bucking feverishly against the ones
still driving into him.
Finally, Dojima kicked out against the floor and he held Souji tight to his
chest, his forehead hitting the table as he struggled to not cry out, to fight
what he wanted to yell. He kept some of it in but Souji heard his name escape
through clenched teeth that was followed by a short, relentless onslaught of
thrusts before Dojima stilled. His grip lessened and Souji could tell he had at
last come which made his cheeks blush and a warm, fuzzy feeling wash over him.
His legs fell uselessly from off Dojima’s back and they lay quiet for a few
moments, still connected as their senses came back. Dojima was the first to
move, using his forearms to push himself up so he could look down at Souji who
was blushing, his heart slowly thumping in his chest. He hesitated, as if he
couldn’t understand why he was looking at him with adoration before he leaned
down and kissed him making Souji’s nerves tingle and sing. He tried to pull
away but Souji gripped his neck and held him down for at least a few more
passionate kisses to savor the moment. He let him depart and Dojima winced as
he pulled out. Souji remained in place on the table, his eyes moving to the
ceiling to watch the fan above them before he felt a weird sensation between
his legs.
He reached down, searching, and Dojima flushed from above him as he stood and
grabbed his pants. Souji’s fingers came back up coated in sticky, clear fluid
and he let out a small laugh before he wiped it off on the ruined pantyhose.
“I’ll draw a bath,” Dojima muttered as he tried getting dressed, his body
struggling for balance as he did. Souji nodded and started pushing himself up,
wincing at the ache in his shoulders before he sat on the table and looked out
the window.
“I don’t regret it,” he found himself saying and Dojima cast a glance over his
shoulder at him for a moment then moved to the door.
“You might when you wake up tomorrow and have trouble sitting,” he replied back
and Souji smiled at his back. He had to ask.
“Do you regret it?” he watched Dojima pause at the doorway and his uncle said
nothing but he let out a sigh.
“Souji…” his voice sounded like he was going to start lecturing him, to tell
him they could never do it again but it turned. “You still need a lot of
practice so you can hold your stamina. You come too quick.”
Souji’s brow rose and a mischievous smile came over his lips. “Will you teach
me to be better?”
He nearly laughed as he saw how flustered and embarrassed Dojima was getting.
He went into the hall towards the bathroom without looking back and Souji found
himself feeling the come dripping out from between his legs when the voice
called back.
“We’ll see, Souji.”
It was good enough for him.
 
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***** Neutral Call *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings for sex while on the phone, I suppose. I thought I had lost
     this fic but thankfully my computer didn't delete everything. I mean,
     my old clunker. My new ones would probably eat themselves alive than
     save anything for me.
Souji and his parents had a neutral relationship at best. Both his mother and
father were lawyers with dreams of opening their own firm in Los Angeles in
America – more cases for them to take on he once heard them say – and their
expectation of him was that he would do well in school and move on to
university to become a lawyer himself. He didn’t hate the idea of moving into
law school but he wasn’t too impressed with it either.
Nevertheless, those were his only jobs as their son and in return they left him
alone – more than he liked but he would never admit to it – which allowed him
to have certain freedoms other kids his age didn’t. It was the life he was
accustomed to and he was constantly moved around to schools, struggling to keep
his grades as he did until finally he was thrown away to his uncle’s house in
Inaba with a promise that they would keep in touch through phone.
That was usually his parents secret talk for ‘We won’t keep in touch unless we
hear you’re not doing well’ so when he did receive a phone call from his mother
it took him completely off guard. Especially since it was at a most
inappropriate time…
He was contemplating whether he should answer or let it go to voicemail when
his uncle reached down from behind him and hit the Call button, shoving the
phone to his ear. He flushed as he looked over his shoulder, feeling the cock
inside him pulse and he heard the static on the other end. “H-Hello? Mother?”
There was a delay and he could hear his voice echo in the phone. “Souji,
goodness… how are you? What have you been up to?” he heard her say and he bit
his lip as he wondered how he would even answer that. He decided to go with a
lie.
“Hi mother, I’m fine. Um, not much,” he replied and he felt Dojima start to
move again making him whip his head around and stare at him, trying to
telepathically tell him to stop. His uncle grinned and grabbed his hips,
forcing them back as he started to fuck him again. He let out a groan by
accident and covered his mouth immediately.
“That’s good,” the reply finally came, the long distance call causing a delay
in answers. “Your uncle isn’t being too hard on you?”
Dojima thrust in sharply and Souji held the phone away from his head so he
could let out a cry. Hard… was an interesting choice of word to describe his
uncle at that moment. He brought the phone back to his ear. “N-No… Uncle Dojima
is…” he could barely finish his sentence. “…Wonderful, mother.”
His praise got him a hand between his legs to jerk him off making him struggle
to not go crazy as he listened to his mother on the phone. He needed to come so
bad now, how dirty and wrong it was driving him mad. “Oh, that’s good. I know
my little brother can be difficult sometimes... But Souji, this isn’t… well,
I’m phoning about your grades…”
Of course, the reason she phoned but he honestly didn’t care as he arched his
back, bucking against Dojima as he did. “U-Uh-huh…” he said as a response and
he closed his eyes, smiling as he felt a hand run over his bare back.
“We’re expecting a bit more from you. You don’t get into prestigious law
schools by being the second best student in school,” his mother seemed to
scold, the phone cracking in spots as she did. “We expect you to be a bit more
diligent this next semester.”
He knew his grades had slipped a bit ever since he pursued a relationship with
his uncle and most of his evenings and nights were spent… well, with him on his
knees or his uncle underneath him but he was still in the top ten. Leave it to
his parents, though, to find fault with that. “S-Sorry mother…” he raised his
hips up a bit as he kicked back, slamming his hips against the cock that was
teasing him to an orgasm. “I-I’ll be a better student!”
There was the delayed pause. “Souji, are you alright?”
He bit his lip and held the phone away from his ear so he could once again
moan, his orgasm building in his stomach. “Y-Yes. Bad r-reception, mother,” he
lied and he dropped the phone and gripped the sheets, thrusting back against
his uncle who was fucking him hard and fast now. He didn’t even care to hide
his cries and he let them out as he started to come, Dojima’s hand on his cock
now stroking him faster.
He spread his legs and clenched down, crying out as he let go his toes curling
as he did and he felt his uncle groan from behind him, the hand still on his
hips digging down with a bruising force.
Souji let his arms give out and he fell onto his futon, his face hitting the
cool sheets making him pant in return. Slowly he reached over and grabbed the
phone, holding it up to his ear. There was no one on the line now and he
snapped it shut, tossing it away from him. He didn’t know what to think but he
knew he would have a hard time explaining if she phoned again.
 
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***** Poi *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warning for explicit sex, explicit language, explicit everything and
     public sex. This might be my longest fic to contribute to this fandom
     and I remember it took me forever. I love the summer festival in
     Inaba and of course, being me, had to dirty it up because I am
     shipping trash. Looking back, well, this might not be my favourite
     but I love Nanako at the beginning. She is just too damn cute and
     Dojima is such an asshole.
“Nanako, don’t go running off!” Dojima called as his daughter ran forward
towards a tent, her sandals scraping the stone tiles as she did. She ignored
him as she came to a stop in front of a small pool, her hands clasping together
as she peered down into it. Dojima grumbled and his nephew beside him gave out
a soft chuckle making him glare at him. “Shut up, Souji.”
“Sorry, Dojima-san,” he said softly as he looked to his cousin who was now
crouched over the pool, watching the goldfish swimming within it. “But she’s
just excited you know. She told me last year you didn’t take her.”
His cheeks flushed in guilt.
“Let her have some fun. The shrine here isn’t that big so it’s not like she’s
going to get lost,” he continued and Dojima furrowed his brows before
instinctively reaching into his pocket to grab a cigarette. He hated when his
nephew was right; it’s not like she was going to get lost on a single path with
maybe four stalls but he still didn’t like her running off. Inaba was changing
and it wasn’t for the best.
He began to light his cigarette when Nanako came running back. “Dad! Dad! Dad!”
“What,” he muttered in a gruff tone as he slipped his lighter back into his
front shirt pocket. She stared up at him with wide eyes, her body nearly
bursting with energy as she pointed back at the pool.
“Please, please can I scoop some goldfish? Please!” she begged and Souji
chuckled beside him making him sigh.
“Nanako, I don’t know…” he started as he looked down to her, ignoring his brat
of a nephew as he did. Damn good influence he was. “If you win, that goldfish
is yours you know. You would have to take care of it, feed it…”
“I will!” she said immediately and he said nothing. Yes, of course she would
say yes, that’s what all children said when they wanted something without
thinking of the consequences. He knew what would happen is that she would enjoy
it for a few days then he’d either find a dead fish or have to take care of it
himself. He began shaking his head.
His nephew beside him stirred and Dojima turned to watch him pull out some
bills from his pocket, handing them to her. He glared at him. “The fuck are you
doing?!”
“Here Nanako, go have some fun,” Souji smiled at her and she looked to him in
delight before throwing her arms around him. Dojima stiffened at her action.
“Thank you, big bro!” she cried out in happiness before she tried running back
to the stall, her sandals once again making the action difficult. Dojima glared
at the boy, inhaling a large portion of his cigarette as he did and Souji
merely smiled, not looking to him. Little bastard.
“Souji, I swear to whatever shitty deities are here I will beat the shit out of
you,” he growled and his nephew’s grin seemed to grow wider in response.
“Dojima-san, have you ever played that game?” he finally turned to look at him,
his eyes mischievous as he did. Dojima snorted. Of course he’s played the
stupid game, who the hell hasn’t.
“Yes.”
“Have you ever won?” Souji smirked, his head tilting a bit and Dojima flushed.
No. He hadn’t, actually. The damn paper always broke too soon which made him
think the stands were purposely rigged for money, but that wasn’t the point
here.
“Souji, I don’t want-”
“Relax, Dojima. I know,” he said as he started to walk towards Nanako prompting
him to begin to walk beside him. “You don’t want a pet in the house, right? You
don’t have to worry. You don’t win real goldfish at this game.”
He stared at him. Of course you did, that was the whole point of the stupid
game is to win a stupid fish.
“Look. See?” Souji said as if he read his mind and he pointed to a couple
beside Nanako who were accepting something from the shopkeeper. It was a bag
tied with bright ribbons but inside it were colorful round balls. He frowned.
“What are those?”
“The prize,” Souji said simply as he came to stand near Nanako who was slowly
trying to catch a fish, the scoop she held still in the water as she waited for
her chance to strike. “They’re just cute little bouncy balls.”
He frowned. He didn’t understand.
“Chie played the game yesterday and told us. The shopkeeper isn’t giving out
goldfish this year since he forgot to make a large enough order. If he gave out
the goldfish in the pool right now, there would be none left for the game so he
made a compromise,” Souji said with a smile. “You just win bouncy balls or
toys.”
Dojima’s shoulders slumped in relief before his mind began to wander, his eyes
scanning the bright lights of the stand. Every year near the middle of August,
Inaba always held the harvest festival, something he used to attend regularly
as a child. Back then, there were more stalls – sometimes stretching into the
streets – and he and his sister always went to them all. Shaved ice, takoyaki,
yakitori… it used to make him sick with how much food he would consume. He even
played the lottery and some of the prize stands except he never won at Goldfish
Scooping while his sister always did – something that he was still bitter
about. He remembered the events being fun but now as a father… And more
importantly, a cop.
His eyes dragged to the patrons around the stalls. Anyone of these people could
be swept up in the murder. He sucked on his cigarette, drawing as much of it as
he could to calm his nerves. The town just wasn’t safe anymore, not even at the
festival; there was a certain tense air around and barely any people. What was
the world coming to?
He felt his nephew’s hand brush across his and he turned back to look at him,
watching his line of sight which was on Nanako. He found himself following it
to look at his daughter who was as stiff as a board, her frame completely
still.
“Nanako-?” he started but Souji’s hand now slipped around his forearm, giving
it a squeeze. Dojima flushed and pulled away.
Suddenly his daughter moved and he watched her arm swing as if she was a cat
catching a mouse, water splashing against the pot in her free hand, her head
turning to look at it. She dropped the scoop and stood up in excitement, nearly
falling over as she did as her yukata restrained part of her body.
“I caught one!” she cried and Souji clapped from behind her making Dojima sigh.
She turned to stare at them as she held the pot up and Dojima nodded at her.
“Good job,” he said sincerely but somehow it felt false coming from his lips.
Souji stepped forward, ushering Nanako to turn back around.
“You get a prize, Nanako,” he said sweetly and she looked to the old shopkeeper
who put on his glasses and stepped forward.
“Let’s see here…” The shopkeeper muttered as he took the pot from her, looking
inside. He smiled at her, the corners of his eyes cracking with wrinkles and he
showed her the fish in the pot. “Well, you caught a rare one! The black
goldfish are worth four regular ones!”
Nanako clasped her hands together in delight and Dojima found himself raising a
brow. She must have acquired that skill from… He stopped himself. No, he wasn’t
going to think of her, not today. Otherwise he’d just leave. It was the other
reason he didn’t like the festival. It was one of her favorite things to do
during the summer.
“Dad, dad I got the rare one!” Nanako’s voice broke through his thoughts and he
looked down at her with a sad expression.
“Good for you, Nanako,” he said quietly and she bounced before turning back.
The old man returned with a large prize. It was a stuffed bear. Nanako took it
with joy.
“Here you go, young lady. Thank you for playing.”
“Thank you!” she said back before showing Souji. Souji smiled and took her
hand, bringing her back to Dojima who was presented with the prize. He reached
down and ruffled her hair making her beam with pride.
“Nanako!” A voice called and the three looked to see a young girl run up to
her, her yukata a bright yellow and white with her hair tied in pigtails high
on her head. “Nanako-chan, did you win that!?”
“Hi Rini!” she greeted before showing off her prize. “I got it at the goldfish
stand! I caught a rare one!”
“Ehhh? Really? Wow, Nanako, teach me!” the girl begged before she turned around
to look at a woman walking forward with a young girl beside her that looked
like an exact replica of her. “Lin, Nanako-chan caught the rare goldfish!”
“O..Oh yeah?” the other said, holding her mother’s hand and Dojima looked to
the woman who smiled at him. He recognized her.
“Hello Dojima-san,” the woman said softly and he felt his cheeks flush a bit,
his previous thoughts dissipating. Souji looked at him with a raised brow but
he chose to ignore him.
“Kasumi-sempai,” he said out of habit before he flushed, realizing his words.
“S-Shit, Sorry. Fujitaka-san, I-”
She giggled, the same laugh he remembered from high school before waving her
hand to stop him. “It’s Kinomoto-san, now.”
He stared dumbly. “…Kinomoto.”
“Yes.”
“So you did marry him,” he remarked and she smiled at him while the children
around them looked back and forth between the two. Dojima let out a sigh. Of
course.
He recalled when she was in high school she was dating someone by that name but
she never mentioned it to him during their little… flings. He had heard it
second hand from his sister years later they were still together so he supposed
he should be happy for her. Still.
He felt his cheeks flush. She still looked as beautiful as she did the day he
stumbled into the nurse’s office by accident. Her hair was a radiant dark brown
that was currently tied up around her head as opposed to what it usually had
been which was loose around her shoulders. Her yukata was plain, a solid shade
of pink but despite her maturity being reflected he could still tell her body
underneath was still much the same as it was in high school. Curvy, a bit more
weight than the other girls but damn if it didn’t please him.
He wondered if her husband knew about her and him. Probably not.
“I didn’t know you were Nanako’s father,” she commented as she looked down to
Nanako with a warm smile. Nanako smiled back before turning around to grab his
hand, giving it a squeeze. He snapped out of his thoughts of her on her knees
behind the shed at school, calling his name.
“Eh? Uh, yeah. Yeah, this is Nanako, my daughter,” he said in a daze before
turning to look at Souji who had his hand against his mouth concealing a
naughty smile. Dojima glared at him and his teeth clenched against his
cigarette. “And this is my nephew, Souji.”
He elbowed him and Souji looked up at him with an impish look before he bowed
to Kasumi. She smiled and bowed to him.
“Michiko’s son, I assume? I heard she had a baby but I never knew if it was a
boy or a girl. It’s nice to meet you,” she said to him before her daughters
began to fidget.
“Mom, we want to get some prizes!” the twin girl nearest to Nanako complained
before she grabbed her hand. “Nanako, teach me to get the rare goldfish!”
“I-I wanted Takoyaki,” the other complained and her twin puffed up her cheeks.
“But we’re right here at the goldfish stand!” she whirled back to Nanako. “And
Nanako is going to be our sempai and teach us how to get rare goldfish,
right!?”
Nanako let out a small laugh before looking up to him, her eyes uncertain.
“Ummm… but Dad and big bro and I…”
He looked down to her, raising a brow. “Hm?”
Souji took a step forward before he could even ask what was wrong. “Nanako, do
you want to spend some time with your friends? We can come back later and get
you,” he offered and Dojima gawked at him. “Right Dojima-san?”
“..E-Eh? What the f-” he was about to snap when Souji leaned in close, his
breath on his neck.
“Let her have fun with her friends. I doubt she wants to spend all night with
her dad and big brother,” he pointed out and Dojima pulled his cigarette from
his lips, exhaling a bit of the smoke. He was probably right, Michiko never
stayed next to him long when she came to the festival. Girls usually liked
banding together like that and he looked to Kasumi who was still smiling at
him.
The three girls in front of him were looking to him expectantly and he rolled
his eyes. “Go have fun, Nanako,” he commented and the twins let out a noise of
excitement before dragging Nanako towards the fish. Nanako clutched her teddy
bear tight and let out a small laugh. “Kas- Ah, Kinomoto-san, do you mind
watching…?”
She shook her head. “Not at all, Dojima-san.”
“Thank you,” he sighed and she moved to go stand behind her daughters, reaching
into her small purse to hand the shopkeeper a few yen. Souji chuckled from
beside him and he turned, directing his full attention on him. “Souji, what the
fuck is so amusing?”
His nephew only covered his mouth and looked away. “Souji, I will beat the shit
out of you, you know-”
Souji waved his hand, still laughing. “Dojima-san… You like her, don’t you?” he
asked and he felt his cheeks flush red. “I’m sorry. It was just too cute to
see.”
“S-Shut up, you little shit!” he snapped before moving away from the stand,
walking towards the shrine at the back of the festival where there were less
people, just in case she heard and got the wrong idea. “And past tense. I liked
her.”
His nephew moved to keep in step with him. “You liked her?”
He sighed. “I had a thing with her in high school. I liked her back then.”
“Then why did you turn so red?”
Dojima shoved his cigarette back in his mouth as he looked away. He wasn’t
about to tell Souji his memories of her were mostly x-rated and very, very
messy so he chose the route of silence, walking until they came up to the
offering box. He looked at it with disdain.
“Dojima-san, you’ve got a very perverted mind,” Souji teased from beside him
and he raised his fist at him making the boy put up his hands in defense.
“I will fucking hit you, you little shit,” he hissed but he lowered his fist as
he looked back at the box. Souji chuckled from beside him before he dug into
his pockets and put some coins in. “What are you doing?”
“Praying,” he said simply and Dojima looked away in embarrassment as the young
boy put his hands together and closed his eyes. He chewed the end of his
cigarette, looking around the grounds at the leaves from last year scattered
everywhere and the broken fence before he let out a sigh. He didn’t know the
place was becoming such a dump.
Souji stirred from beside him and followed his gaze. “Something wrong?”
“…Mm,” he frowned. “This place used to be taken better care of when I was
younger. Now it’s… sort of rundown.”
Souji gave a nod from beside him as he looked to the offering box. “It’s
getting better.”
“How do you know?”
He simply shrugged at him but he was smiling. “Don’t worry, Dojima-san. Oh, do
you want to pray too?”
“I don’t do that shit,” he muttered as he began walking around the shrine,
looking at the old building falling into disrepair. The stalls were becoming
less, the shrine crumbling away… Inaba was changing. He found himself at the
back of the building and he looked out to the small forest behind it. It was
silent and he found himself frowning.
“Dojima-san?”
“Eh?” he turned to see Souji behind him and he scratched the back of his head
as he looked out at the woods. “Ah, just looking.”
They were silent as he stared out at the woods before Souji spoke again. “You
would think this area would be full of couples having sex.”
Dojima let out a cough as he choked on his cigarette before turning to stare at
him. Souji shrugged, his face expressionless. “Well, you would.”
“Are you insane?!” he stuttered, his eyes itching as he dropped his cigarette
to the ground and stepped on it to put it out, the rotting leaves beneath his
feet making it more difficult. “Why would you even think that?!”
He shrugged again. “During summer festivals in the city, it isn’t uncommon to
see at the shrine near us.”
Dojima scowled at him. Of course people in Tokyo would be like that. He wasn’t
going to admit that he had done it behind the shrine a few times, but it wasn’t
during a festival. It was usually late at night when whatever girlfriend he had
at the time wanted privacy. He flushed as he looked out at the woods and
cleared his throat, his eyes still burning a little. “People out here aren’t as
perverted as they are in Tokyo, you know.”
He turned to look at his nephew and jumped when his shoulder hit his chest. He
hadn’t even heard him come closer and Souji reached over and his arms drew
across his chest, his mouth dangerously close against the back of his neck.
Dojima squirmed. “S-Souji!”
“We’re perverted you say?” he asked in a husky voice, his hot breath making the
hairs on the back of his neck stand up. “Well, I suppose we are, aren’t we?”
“S-Souji, let me go! Get off me!” he spat and he tried to wrench out of his
grasp but the damn boy was stronger than he looked. One of his hands ran over
his chest, massaging it, as the other began sliding down and he couldn’t help
but let out a whine as his nephew’s mouth connected with the back of his neck.
His tongue ran over his skin to lick in a small circle making him shiver as his
wandering hand reached down to cup him. “S-Souji! Get off!”
He didn’t respond but his hand began to rub the front of his pants making him
stiffen – he felt his body respond. Dojima sucked in a breath and shut his
eyes, his hands reaching down to try and pry the bothersome hand off but his
nephew moved quick and he found himself getting thrown back. He connected with
the wood panels that lined the decrepit shrine and Souji was against him, his
mouth swiftly meeting his. He tried to push him off again but that damn hand
was against the front of his pants again and he found his strength waning.
Worse off, his legs were spreading as if to encourage him.
He cursed his damn body. He used to have more self-control; though that did
seem to disappear the day Souji first snuck in his room. He flushed a deep red
at the thought. Souji released his lips and licked them before leaning back to
stare at him, letting out a little pant as he did. He merely glared at him.
“You little shit.”
“Dojima-san,” he said softly and his eyes looked down to where his hand had
successfully gotten him hard, his fingers caressing the bulge. “Seems you’re
just as perverted as us in Tokyo.”
He flushed again, his ears burning. “S-Shut up! Y-Your damn hand-” he tried to
say but he was silenced with another kiss. Goddammit he hated his nephew.
His lips were released again as Souji leaned down to place a kiss against his
ear. “That was a little too easy to get you hard. Were your naughty thoughts
earlier a help?”
“I am going to murder you,” he hissed but his anger didn’t last long. Souji’s
hand moved from teasing him through the front of his pants to slipping past the
cloth of his briefs to touch him directly. His hands were cold and Dojima
jerked in response but the rubbing continued – goddamn it he was losing control
– until he was bucking back against it, his own hands reaching behind him to
brace the wall of the shrine. Souji smiled and placed a few kisses on key spots
on his neck before he took to sucking the flesh where his collarbone met his
shoulder.
Dojima let out a horrid, needy groan. He hated Souji, fucking hell, he hated
him. “S-Souji, don’t stop…”
His nephew kissed his jaw in response. “You’re leaking quite bad, dear uncle.”
“That’s… fuck…” his mind was going blank. He could feel his shirt being pulled
out from where he had it tucked into his pants, Souji’s tongue now against his
ear making his legs shake and his hips thrust and in the back of his mind he
felt something.
What was he doing.
He was in public.
He looked down at himself, to where his nephew’s hand was down his pants
jerking him off, at the exposed forest around him and he felt alarms go off in
his head. The fuck was he doing. What the fuck… what the fuck!? He came back
here to look, not-! Shit, not to get-!
“S-Souji! Get off! G-Get OFF!” he shouted as his fist hit the boy in the side
of his head knocking him back, his hand pulling out of his pants to hold his
temple in shock. Dojima took that time to try and cover himself, using his
shirt to try and conceal his obvious, throbbing erection. “Souji, for fuck’s
sakes! We’re in public!”
“Dojima-san,” he said quietly as he looked back to him, a smile still on his
lips. He felt his anger boil under his skin, taking over his previous thoughts
of pleasure.
“Fucking hell, we could’ve been seen! How would I even explain that?!” he
snapped and Souji gave him another impish smile as he gently rubbed the side of
his head.
“Just say you’re easy,” he said, obviously as a joke but he wouldn’t have it.
He grabbed him by his collar and nearly knocked him back as their foreheads
met.
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Dojima-san, relax,” he chuckled as a hand came forward and touched his
stomach. He immediately let go of him, flushing. “No one’s going to come. And
do you really want to go back to the festival with that?” He pointed at the
obvious bulge. His shirt did nothing to hide it. “Nanako shouldn’t be exposed
to that.”
He grit his teeth. Of course fucking not. But-! Fucking little shit…! He leaned
against the wooden panels, his teeth clenching together tightly. The fuck was
wrong with him; he needed better self-control. “You little perverted brat… you
planned this, didn’t you?”
Souji shook his head. “I didn’t ask you to come back here; you did that on your
own. Besides,” he stepped forward, his eyesight level with his and he reached
down to run a finger against his stomach, avoiding his hand when he tried to
slap it away. “Dojima-san. I couldn’t help it. You’re too cute.”
“S-Shut up!”
He ignored him. “I suppose I was jealous seeing how flustered you got over your
old girlfriend. I just had to make sure I knew…” his voice trailed off and
Dojima frowned. Souji shifted for a moment before he shook his head. “You
begging me not to stop and whimpering my name was all I really needed to hear.”
He flushed again. “Y…You little…”
He was against him before he could finish his sentence, his soft lips pressing
eagerly to his, his tongue licking his bottom lip lightly. Dojima couldn’t help
but let him, his fingers digging into his palms for a second before he calmed
down and allowed his nephew – goddammit – to kiss him. Souji was the one to
break it, his forehead lightly touching his, the grey hairs soft against his
skull.
“Nanako’s having fun, Dojima-san, and you can barely hear the festival from
behind here, I don’t think we’ll get caught,” he reached up and tugged on the
knot in his tie, loosening it to expose more of his neck. “Please. This is
something I’ve always wanted to do.”
He stared at him, feeling his ears burn. “What, fuck your old uncle behind a
rundown shrine?”
Souji smiled at his crass reasoning. “Pleasure a lover outside, uncle,” he
moaned his title and Dojima felt his entire body shiver. “Dojima-san…”
His fingers lightly brushed over his erection again and he grit his teeth
together, the back of his neck becoming hot all of the sudden. His nephew once
again leaned forward and his lips brushed against his, almost teasing, before
he pressed them firmly against him. He stopped clenching his jaw and let the
boy take over, his mouth moving against his timid at first before Souji seemed
to get back some of his ego and he pressed him against the shrine wall, his
tongue invading his mouth.
Dojima let him do as he pleased – god knows why – his ears burning as he did.
He felt a slightly cold hand come up and touch his neck, gripping it for a
moment before it inched up to scratch the hairs behind his ear. It made him
moan – goddammit, he should have never told him his weak spot – and Souji’s
lips were soon absent from his mouth and against his right ear, licking it to
the point where his nails were scraping against the faded wood behind him.
“S…Sou…” No, fucking hell, he needed to restrain himself, goddammit. “Souji…!
S-Souji…”
His hand was back down against him, rubbing at the head of his cock that was
painfully concealed before the fingers gripped his belt. He fumbled, his hands
letting go of the boards behind him to help get his belt off. The sweet sound
of it being unbuckled met his ears and his nephew grabbed the fabric and yanked
down hard, only managing to wrestle it to just above the middle of his thighs.
His fingers gripped him through his briefs and Dojima leaned against the wall,
his breaths coming out in needy pants.
Souji switched to his other ear and he began to jerk again. Fucking hell, fuck…
fuck fuck fuck. Every lick went straight to his dick and made his thoughts turn
into scrambled words. He gripped something absently – Souji’s pants belt? His
shirt? Who knows – and pulled his nephew against him more. “Souji… you little
prick…”
“Dojima-san,” his name was whispered into his ear and his nephew’s hand left
him for a moment as he struggled with himself. There was the sound of a buckle
being undone, Dojima couldn’t really see, and he heard a shift before Souji’s
body was flush with his, his own erection pressed against his making him roll
his hips forward instinctively. Souji let out a pant and stopped teasing his
ear, his lips back against his once again to explore his mouth.
He assumed they looked pretty foolish, rubbing against each other like two
lovesick religious teenagers, kissing like idiots but damn it felt good and he
stopped caring anyways once Souji started assaulting his neck. If his shirt
didn’t have such a high collar, he would have shoved him off but for now, he
let the boy mark his skin.
Something sick in his mind seemed to get off on knowing his nephew was leaving
‘love bites’ on him. As if it was some badge of their dirty relationship. The
fuck was wrong with him.
“Dojima-san,” his name was called again and he moaned in response as he felt
Souji grab his briefs and pull down, exposing him completely. The cool air made
him shudder and he gripped his nephew’s forearms, his head falling back again
to hit the boards. “Dojima-san… Tell me if you get close.”
“Uh-huhhh…” he drawled out like an idiot. Something about coming, something he
desperately wanted to do. He felt the heat of his nephew disappear for a second
before it came back and Souji pressed his bare cock against his. He knew what
was coming and he leaned his weight against the shrine wall, bracing himself
almost as Souji grabbed both of their cock and began to jerk.
He knew he should have more shame and disgust in how an action like that made
him whimper and beg for his nephew to violate him but the hell if he cared.
Hell, let some walk by and see them.
“Souji-!” his voice crackled and he arched against the wall. Fuck, he didn’t
care if his goddamn Captain and Adachi walked by and saw him now. “Souji… come!
…I need to come!”
He could feel it building in his stomach and Souji groaned from above him, his
hand working them furiously. He twisted under his grip, his hips jerking up and
he dragged his short nails down Souji’s forearms as he started letting go, his
eyes shutting and his teeth clenching tight. He couldn’t hold it, fucking hell…
Souji’s hand moved off the both of them and focused only on him, jerking his
cock hard as he started to release, his legs shaking as he did. He felt his
palm clasp over the head of his cock for a second – as if he was trying to stop
it – but his focus went elsewhere and he felt his vocal chords vibrate as he
let out a cry, stars seeming to explode and cloud everything else.
He slumped against the wall, the muscles in his thighs shaking and he felt a
hand move between his legs, searching before fingers pushed up against his ass
and he groaned, slowly opening his eyes. Souji’s cheeks were red and his eyes
down as he wiped a sticky fluid against him, the tips of his fingers pushing as
he did. Dojima groaned again.
“Dojima…” his nephew said in a shaky voice before his hand drew away and he
gripped his own erection, pumping it with quick fast strokes before he gripped
the head of his cock, his body giving out a shudder. He pulled away – a large
amount of semen coating his palm – and he reached back down to force it against
his hole, pushing it in. Dojima let out a pant.
“…Souji…”
“Dojima-san,” he leaned down and his tongue made its way back into his mouth,
lapping at his own. “Dojima… please.”
“Hn?”
“Suck me off,” he begged making him flush. “Just get me wet enough to enter
you.”
“…Y..Yeah,” he muttered. His mind was still a bit hazy but he knew that was
where this was going. Of course he wanted to fuck him out here. He looked
around for a second in paranoia, his nerves suddenly making him more alert
before he started shifting to get on his knees. He frowned when he touched the
ground, the forest floor wet and he looked down. Damn rotting leaves.
He sighed and awkwardly stood back up, pulling his pants down until they were
past his knees. This was slightly humiliating but he couldn’t really risk
having stains on his pants. It would be too obvious of a sign of what they were
doing. He went back down and grabbed Souji’s half-erect cock, moving it so he
could get a better grip before he lapped at the slit. He just had to slick it
up…
“D-Dojima-” Souji moaned from above and his hands came down to grip his hair
making him wince. Whatever, he grumbled to himself as he took most of the
length in his mouth, moving back and forth against it, swallowing the bitter
and salty taste on his tongue. He drew away, licking his lips for a moment as
he did before he ran his tongue down Souji’s length to his base where his hand
took over.
He felt Souji’s nails dig into his skull a bit as he started jerking him off
and he winced, taking the head of his cock back into his mouth. Damn kid was so
impatient sometimes but then again if he prolonged this, it heightened the risk
of getting caught. He flushed at his earlier thoughts of the excitement of
being seen. He would have killed himself if that happened.
“Ungh… D-Dojima-!” Souji panted from above and he sighed, licking his cock back
down to his base, doing his best to coat it now that it was growing hard again.
He tried taking him back in his mouth, attempting taking him fully to the base
but the little brat was still too much for him. He flushed as he gathered up
some saliva and dripped it in his hand, rubbing it over him. He wouldn’t ever
admit it… but it did piss him off that the kid was bigger than him.
He gave him once last lick. “That good enough?” he tried saying it in a serious
tone but it came out shaking and meek. He clenched his jaw. Fuck, he needed
more self-control.
Souji gave a nod from above, his fingers briefly massaging his skull which made
him nearly purr. He had no idea why he liked that so much. “Turn around,
uncle.”
He flushed but did as he was told, the leaves under him causing his knees to
get coated in dirt and what felt like slime as he braced himself on his hands
and knees. How romantic. “H-Hurry it up…”
He tensed as he felt his fingers against him, prodding and rubbing his hole but
they drew away and he felt the weight of his nephew on him making him try and
turn to see but Souji nipped at his ear. “I’m just…” his hands wrapped around
him and for a brief second he really wondered if Souji was just going to
practically impale him without any preparation. “Undoing this… It’ll look
suspicious if it got dirty.”
He undid the buttons of his shirt from behind exposing his chest and Dojima
felt himself flush. He was right, it would be… well, pretty damn obvious. He
drew his arms together a bit as he felt himself shiver and the fingers were
back against him making him clench his teeth. He hung his head down and let out
a ragged sigh. Dammit, dammit… shit shit shit.
He felt a finger go in and he tensed for a second before relaxing. It moved,
searched around before it drew in further making him struggle not to moan.
Goddammit, it was a single finger, he shouldn’t be this bothered… He arched as
the second went in. “A-Ah!”
“Sorry, Dojima-san,” Souji said from behind him but his own voice was shaking
and Dojima fell to his forearms, his forehead hitting against them as the two
fingers inside slowly fucked him. God, this was humiliating. He was seriously
going to discipline himself after this and get himself under fucking control;
he was acting like a bitch in heat. It was made only worse when Souji inserted
a third one and began roughly fucking him with them, causing him to loudly
whine.
Shit, shit, shit, shit. He hit his head against his forearms as his legs tried
to spread only to be restricted by his pants that were bundled near his calves.
He heard a soft thumping and looked underneath him to see his lighter on the
ground. He grabbed it and clutched it hard in his hand, trying to focus on it
so he would stop making so much noise and thrust back and god he was losing it.
He dropped the lighter from his grip. “S-Souji, just fuck me!”
The fingers disappeared in an instant and his nephew grabbed his hips, his
nails digging into his flesh as he began shoving himself in, moaning as he did.
Fucking hell, it hurt. Fucking hell he was still bigger than he remembered.
Fucking hell it was so good. He tried not to moan but it escaped his throat
anyways and his forehead hit the dirt as his hands moved to scratch the leaves
and grass under him. Oh god, he could feel him pulsating inside and he was so
goddamn big, this was humiliating.
Souji let out a strained pant from above and he let go of his hips to grab onto
his shirt, pulling it as he pushed in more making Dojima shake from below. “D-
Dojima-san!”
He didn’t answer but his fingers dug into the soil below. He scratched, pulled
it, tried to get a grip on something but he ended up just digging little holes
beneath his palms, the earth offering no help. He began to pant, his voice
escaping him once again. “S-Souji… f…fuck… fuck me…” he hit his head against
the ground in embarrassment. “F-Fuck me!”
The first thrust made him tense up as he wasn’t expecting it to be so… well,
forceful. It actual made his breath catch in his throat but he wasn’t about to
admit it, not to that little brat. He instead pressed his cheek against the
ground and felt how cold it was against his skin as he tried to calm himself,
his breathing getting more ragged. He felt Souji grip at his body, his hands
moving over his shoulders and sides before he settled on planting them on his
hips, using them as leverage. He pulled out almost all the way before he pushed
back in and Dojima pressed his lips together tight as his hands shook.
Goddammit... goddammit… God he wanted more. He let out another shaky breath as
his knees drew together. “S…Souji…”
His nephew panted from above as he started thrusting in slowly, his pace
awkward and maddeningly lacking any type of authority. Dojima shifted from
below. “Souji… come on…”
He got the hint and increased until he fell into a rhythm he was comfortable
with and Dojima let out a groan from the ground, closing his eyes as his brain
focused on the sensations. He could feel himself getting hard again, his cock
leaking but he really couldn’t help that and he instead gave short thrusts back
when he could, preferring to let Souji do the work. It felt better than way for
him.
He found himself letting out little whimpers and sighs of pleasure; it had been
too long since their last session and he had nearly forgotten why he let him
start their little relationship in the first place. If you could call it that.
But the thrusts and heat and sensations running through him were good enough
reminders and he let out another ragged moan, shifting as he did.
He lifted himself up onto his forearms, his head hanging down as he looked
between his legs and he could see Souji’s fingers on his hips, his pants around
his ankles as his moans from above broke through the sound of his wet dick
sloppily entering him. Dojima felt his head grow a little light and he rested
his forehead against his hands.
God, what would his sister say if she saw the both of them? What would his
wife…
He shook his head. No. He wouldn’t go through that thought again, not today. He
felt Souji start to slow down and he sighed as he looked over his shoulder. He
was looking at him with concern. “Does this feel good, Dojima-san?”
“Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked and he turned red in embarrassment, looking away
quickly. Goddammit, fucking hell, shit fuck shit! Why couldn’t he control
himself!? He was a goddamn adult! Souji laughed from above.
“Dojima-san,” he let go of his hips and his arms came to wrap around under his
ribs, his chin hitting his shoulder as he gave a hard thrust making his breath
hitch. He tried to glare at him but found it nearly impossible and had to
resort to letting him do as he pleased. “You look like such a pervert right
now.”
“S-Shut up! Y-You’re the one with your dick in me you little prick!” he spat
and he felt the tongue back against his ear, licking until he was a shaking,
incoherent mess before Souji replied.
“You’re so cute.”
“Fuck… you,” he moaned back. Souji tightened his grip around him, almost
uncomfortably so before his hips began to move. Slow at first, then right back
to their previous pace before he angled and sped up. Dojima felt his body jerk.
“S-Souji!”
“Dojima,” he hissed against his ear and his arms gave way so that he was
bracing himself back on his forearms, his body shaking as Souji began fucking
him – actually fucking him. He couldn’t match his speed if he tried and it was
making his legs shake and his back arch and his mind get muddled with
sensations. He opened his mouth in a strangled cry.
“S…So…Sou! Sou...Ji!” he tried but every syllable was interrupted with a thrust
that felt like it was hitting his stomach. “S-Souji!” He bucked back
feverishly, trying, his fingers gripping the loose earth around him in attempt
to stop it – or take more in or he didn’t even know anymore. Souji’s mouth
planted on the back of his neck and sucked and he squirmed from under him.
God he didn’t have to come a second ago and now he was going to die if he
didn’t. Goddammit he hated his nephew. Goddammit he hated him, the little
prick, he was old. He couldn’t match this… this… he let out another
embarrassing moan. “S-Sou-Sou-ji… F-Fuck! Souji! More!”
He drove down into him with long powerful thrusts that made his vision star
over and his entire body shake. Goddammit he hated him, the little shit! The
goddamn prick! He had half the mind to turn around and punch him when a hand
gripped his cock and started jerking.
His entire vision filled with stars and he thrashed, trying to do something –
get away, get more, whatever – and he ended up giving out a shout as he
suddenly came, spilling against the ground like an animal, his body clenching
against the cock still thrusting into his body. Goddammit he loved him. Fucking
hell he loved him. Fucking… fuck, Souji was so good.
“D-Dojima-san,” Souji gripped him tight and he let out more pathetic, needy
moans. Stupid fucking kid, he never wanted him to stop. “I’m g-going to come-!”
He barely registered his words but it came to him as Souji bit his shoulder and
slammed into him causing him to go off balance and fall forward. He clenched
his teeth, his brief moment of pleasure being invaded by pain before he could
feel it down his thighs. He came inside. Dojima let out a shaky breath and his
forehead hit the ground. God, he came inside him.
He felt him pull out and it spilled down between his legs making him moan. He
came inside… He… Dojima shuddered at the thought. His nephew, his seventeen
year old nephew came inside him, his uncle and there was just something
horrifically dirty about it that made him flush and clench his thighs together.
He was sick old man and going to hell.
He felt a tongue against his shoulder and turned to see Souji lapping up a
small bit of blood. “So..uji.”
“S-Sorry, Dojima-san,” he apologized as he licked at the wound some more. He
paused, rubbing his mouth for a moment with the back of his hand before his
grey eyes met his and he leaned over, pushing their lips together. He didn’t
protest but the taste of iron wasn’t pleasant. “Your face is a bit dirty,
Dojima-san.”
“Eh?” he reached up and touched his cheek, looking to his fingertips which had
a bit of dirt smeared on them. “Well if you didn’t insist on bruising my colon,
I would be fine!”
Souji only smiled.
“Help me up you little prick! And d-don’t ever come inside me again! N-Now I
have to walk around with your damn seed leaking out of my ass…” he snapped but
his voice kept breaking making his threat appear…well. He thought it once
before and he was going to think it again; he needed self-control. His nephew
got up and quickly pulled up his pants, buckling it without hesitation. He
gripped his hand and helped him stand.
He could feel it slipping out and he quickly got dressed, flushing as he felt
the come sticking to his thighs. He wasn’t going to admit his pleasure over it
and instead took to glaring at Souji who only smiled and picked up his lighter
to toss to him knowing he’d want it back. He immediately lit up a cigarette,
scanning the area just in case someone was there and he purposely blew smoke
over his body as he wiped at his face and arms; thankfully his pants and shirt
seemed relatively clean. His tie… didn’t look too bad and he flushed and
buttoned his shirt up. Hopefully that concealed whatever marks were on his
skin.
“Here,” Souji licked his thumb and he rubbed at his cheek making him flush.
“Shall we go back?”
He pursed his lips and moved forward. No point in standing around there since,
well. There was no point. He could see the spot on the ground where he came and
he kicked some dirt over it before moving back around the side of the shrine.
It hurt to walk but he managed, his ears burning as he did. He needed self-
control. The sounds of coins jingling made him stop and he turned to see Souji
pulling out some money before walking to the front of the shrine towards the
donation box. “What are you doing?”
“Giving my thanks,” he said simply and he dropped a handful of coins in before
reaching and pulling out a small fortune in bills, stuffing some of them in as
well. Dojima stared. “That should do.”
He went back to his side and gave him a warm smile which somehow made him feel
unbelievably dirty. He cast an angry look at the box before walking back
towards the stands where the smell of fried food and loud music was coming,
civilization now prevalent. There were less people but somehow it felt more
overbearing to him as if they knew and he searched the area until he found his
daughter who was sitting on a bench near the entrance alone with a small napkin
full of octopus balls and her bear by her side. Souji spoke up first.
“Nanako, where’s your friends?”
She looked up and immediately swallowed the piece in her mouth before she ran
over and threw her arms around him. Dojima looked away. “Big bro! You’re back!
I looked for you and dad but I couldn’t find you!”
“U-Uh…”
“W-We went for a walk,” Souji lied as he gently held her against him. “But,
where’s your friends? Did they leave you?”
She nodded and drew away. “Lin got sick from eating too much so her mom took
her and Rini home. I told them I would be okay, I would just find you but…”
Dojima flushed and guilt started to enter his mind. “I-I’m sorry, sweetheart,”
he apologized from beside her. She moved and threw her arms around him making
him stiffen in response. He felt a bit more come out making his entire body
tense as the sticky fluid dripped to stain his briefs and Nanako drew back.
“Dad, you smell like funny… like mud.”
He looked at his nephew who had a hand over his mouth.
“You’re fucking dead, Souji.”
 
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***** Proud *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warning for Noncon and violence! ...Yes, I'm awful. And I think this
     falls under the Ron is a Death Eater trope which I apparently love to
     use, ha ha. Or did. I hope I don't do so as much anymore. But hey,
     the trope exists for a reason and this exists... for some reason.
It started with a look.
Not an ordinary look, no, not the type Dojima was used to when he looked at
others for a brief moment. This one was like a predator’s, as if he was a small
animal being sized up by a carnivore that was waiting for its chance to strike.
It unnerved him, made him look twice and scowl when his own meet those eyes
which only seemed to further the threatening stare; a stare that followed him
for days.
It wasn’t long after before a question was popped. “Uncle, may I take a bath
with you?”
He wanted to say no but he knew he was being silly, that the stares of
aggression were merely in his head so he complied and let his nephew enter the
bathroom with him once the water had been drawn. He took his turn first
washing, quick about it as he was used to but it didn’t make him feel clean
once he slipped into the bath. Those eyes had been staring at him once again as
if he was going to be attacked but nothing came of it. Still.
Souji focused on washing himself for a while and Dojima relaxed in the tub
thinking to his job and mundane things. Then those eyes locked back on him.
“How did you get those scars on you, uncle?”
He frowned as he looked to Souji who was staring at him with a deadpan
expression. He pursed his lips and suddenly felt uncomfortable telling someone
how his wounds had been caused. “It’s a casualty of the job. I acted pretty
reckless when I was a beat cop… My reflexes weren’t very good.”
It was like he handed Souji a loaded weapon. “How about now?”
“Eh?”
“Are your reflexes still good today?” Souji asked with a flat tone, his eyes
now dragging over him in that way that made him uncomfortable. He turned and
stared at the opposite wall feeling his heart pound with adrenaline; nothing
was going to come of this, he reminded himself. He was asking a question.
“No,” he honestly answered.
The next day Souji blindsided him.
He didn’t attack with a knife or weapon or anything but the boy, who turned out
to be shockingly strong, knocked him down in the entryway when he was taking
off his shoes. It winded him, made him yelp and before he could react his hands
were pinned down and a rope was tying them together tight so he couldn’t
escape. When he moved to yell his head was slammed against the hard floor and
he was left dazed for a second, his senses being filled with only pain.
Then his neck was bit. Hard. It made him yell and blood began to bubble at the
wound as the skin had broken through. “S-Souji! Souji what are-”
He didn’t get to finish as his face was slammed down repeatedly until he was
shaking and blood was coming from his nose. Another bite to the neck made him
choke out a cry and his nephew lingered above him, bringing out another piece
of rope and hooking it around his neck.
That was when Dojima honestly felt that he was going to die.
“I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me, uncle,” Souji began to spit at him and
he looked over his shoulder at him, bewildered. “Yeah, I see those looks. Like
you want to fuck me, have your way with me. It sickens me…”
Dojima honestly stared. He had never thought of the boy in any way like that
and he opened his mouth to say but a slap to his face drew back his tongue. His
temples began to pound and he began to pant out of anxiety, his mind reeling as
he tried to think of how the boy could interpret any of his looks like that.
Souji was his nephew and he… he just tried to be a good father figure to him,
that was all. How could that be seen as him wanting the boy?
“S-Souji-” he tried to reason but the rope tightened around his throat and he
began to choke, gasping for the air he was being deprived of. He started to
panic, to thrash as his windpipe was being crushed and he was at the point of
passing out when it loosened and he was allowed to gulp in air, letting out a
cry of anguish as he did.
“Shut up. I don’t want to hear it,” Souji snarled from above him. “Your excuses
aren’t going to help stop what you deserve to get.”
Dojima clenched his eyes shut, trying to hold his composure as he still
struggled for air when he felt hands come forward and grab his belt, fumbling
with it before it was undone. He looked over his shoulder, confused when his
slacks started to get yanked down his body, his underwear going with it. Those
predatory eyes, ones filled with aggression and anger stared down at his body
and he began to shake his head.
“N-No, no, Souji, don’t… I don’t have any type of sexual feelings for you,
you’re misunderstanding me,” he started to beg as his ass was spread apart and
he clenched his legs together to try and prevent it. “You don’t want to do this
Souji!”
The rope around his neck was grabbed again and this time Souji squeezed as
tight as he could until Dojima started to black out, his mouth open as he
prayed to whatever gods he could think of to stop this, to please help him.
When the rope lessened, his head was forcefully thrown against the floor and it
felt like his skull was going to break open as everything became dizzy and he
was momentarily blinded.
His ass was spread again and he felt two fingers shove in snapping him out of
his daze long enough so he could thrash and howl. Souji stretched him and he
could feel his body tearing making him sick to his stomach as he tried to fight
him off, useless to do so. He could only pathetically beg.
“Souji… don’t… don’t do this… Y-You are mistake-” he was cut off when four
fingers forced their way in making him scream and struggle to get away. He had
to fight, to try and stop this despite his hands being tied and his brain
feeling like jelly in his head but it was useless. Souji pinned him down and
bit his neck again, this time not letting go as his teeth sunk in further and
further and Dojima wailed as he felt as if his flesh was going to be ripped
from his body.
Souji released his mouth but the pain was still there and it was blinding him
for a moment until the boy slammed his cock inside of him. He was unprepared,
bleeding and raw and Dojima let out a strangled scream as his body was invaded.
He began to thrash, to shake his head to wake up from the nightmare he was in
but the pain was real and Souji laughed from above him.
“Yeah, yell Dojima,” he mocked. “As if anyone will care… Nanako’s not home but
I bet even if she was she wouldn’t come. She’s seen you looking at me too and
it disgusts her.”
Dojima shook his head. He didn’t understand, he never looked at Souji in that
way the only thing close was when he would smile at him out of how proud he was
of the boy – but now that seemed like a lifetime ago and he clenched his jaw,
trying not to cry. It was so painful and he just wanted this to end.
Souji started to move, his fingernails digging deep into his hips as he forced
him to buck back against his intrusive dick, chuckling as he did. Dojima let
him, playing the dead fish hoping that the boy would finish and leave but a
hand on his soft cock changed that and he was once again howling as he
struggled to get away from the abusive grip on his most sensitive parts.
“S-Stop! Stop!” he cried but it only fuelled Souji on and he was soon thrashing
as the hand began to try and jerk him off in furious tugs despite how he was
lacking an erection. It hurt, everything hurt from his head to his toes and
Dojima closed his eyes once again, this time allowing a few tears of agony to
fall from his cheeks as he knew he was bleeding due to his anus being torn.
Souji grabbed the rope again and Dojima let out a cry, trying to beg for his
life but it was ignored and he was being choked again, the strain on his throat
unbearable. He didn’t want to die being raped by his nephew but the boy seemed
to grow more violent with every struggle and tear that came from him and Dojima
felt the world around him slip away for a moment until he was slapped back to
reality.
“You’re not getting off that easily,” Souji snarled and he let go of the rope
to angrily rip his fingernails down Dojima’s sides making him clench and cry.
Souji then chose to punch random parts of his body, his stomach being the main
area and Dojima curled in pain, crying out for Souji to stop; if he had any
decency he would stop. Just stop.
It wasn’t enough and Souji pulled out of his torn hole to kick him onto his
back and force the cock that had been inside him past his lips down his throat.
He could taste blood and fecal matter on him and he gagged, trying to get away
but he was trapped when the hands came and gripped his head. Souji started
fucking his mouth, making him whimper and cry as he felt vomit bubbling in his
stomach, wanting to get out.
He almost threw up but he held it down for just long enough for Souji to groan
and thrust into him at a frightening pace before semen was flooding his mouth
and stomach. When he pulled away, Dojima finally threw up between his legs, his
breaths coming out in agony as he curled over in shame at the violation he just
faced. Souji said nothing as he stood to the side but he slapped him on the
back of his head so he would look up. Once he did, a photo was snapped.
Souji smiled as he viewed it. “Good. Let that be a lesson to you, you perverted
fuck,” he said in a dark tone and Dojima looked at him with a pained
expression. “Go to your fellow cops or take me in and I’ll make sure this gets
plastered all over town with what you did.”
“S-Souji,” he couldn’t help but choke on his words. His nephew stared at him
with a disgusted expression. “I never… thought of you like that… You… How could
you… think that. Do this…”
The boy said nothing as he sneered at him and snapped his phone shut. “Clean
yourself up,” he reached down and angrily tugged at the rope binding his hands,
undoing the knot which allowed him to reach up and rip the cord around his neck
off. “Nanako will be home soon and I don’t want her being traumatized by how
fucking sick you are.”
He walked into the kitchen and Dojima covered his mouth as he tried not to
wretch again, his entire body shaking as he held it in. He never felt that way…
he never…
He closed his eyes and held back a sob that wanted to come out, the feeling of
just letting go and breaking down so tempting but he resisted. He slowly got up
and pulled his pants up, not wanting to see the blood that had smeared on his
thighs. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and fetched some paper
towels, disposing of the evidence that he had ever been violated. He… just
wanted to forget.
Once he was done he grabbed his car keys off the counter and left without
another word, not looking to the boy who was pulling plates out of the
cupboard. He needed to be alone; to breakdown where no one would find him.
All because of one misunderstood look.
 
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***** Sight *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Just some general Souji and Dojima interactions. I wanted to get more
     into Dojima's past with this. Also hurt him.
His chest began to hurt as he rounded the last set of stairs, his eyes focused
hard on the blue jacket that nearly came within his grasp but it eluded him
once again when it took a sharp right into the Junes food court making him
nearly falter. The suspect bolted through the chairs and tables, knocking many
of them over as he tried to see a way out and Dojima found himself grinning as
he pursued knowing the layout of the area. There was nowhere to go but back
towards him and it was obvious the suspect figured this out as he came to the
edge of the court.
Finally Dojima slowed down to a walk as people moved aside, standing out of his
way but still watching in morbid curiousity. He was used to it in this town. He
let out a sharp breath and found himself laughing. “Nowhere to go, boy. You
might as well just give up.”
He heard wheezing behind him and his grin faltered as his partner, Adachi, came
from behind. He grabbed his knees when he was beside him, sweat coming off his
face and Dojima restrained himself from punching him in the head. He was nearly
twenty years his senior and he could keep up with the suspect, goddammit.
“W-We’ve… We’ve got you cornered!” Adachi panted, reaching to his side to take
out his gun. Dojima found himself losing it.
“For fuck’s sake Adachi, put your goddamn gun away and shut up!” he snapped
before he looked to the suspect who was glaring at him from under his ball cap.
He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the signs. Kid was
going to run again. “I wouldn’t if I were you,” he threatened and the suspect
seemed to flinch, not expecting him to know what he was planning.
He reached into his back pocket, pulling his handcuffs out and the suspect took
a step back before his eyes shot to the right. His fingers twitched and Dojima
clenched his jaw and in a second the kid was off running again, pushing a
couple people aside as he darted down the long entrance in front of the stalls.
Dojima moved right when he did, honing in to catch him right when he was within
arm reach when the kid hit the wall and used it as momentum to kick him in the
chest sending him backwards in shock.
The first thing that came in contact with something was his back when it hit a
chair. The next was his head that collided with the concrete and he let out a
shout, his hands coming up to clutch the impact zone. He could hear the
suspect’s footsteps getting lighter and lighter but his head was screaming in
pain that he couldn’t even get up to pursue. He twisted in agony.
“Oh gosh! Dojima-san! Are you okay!” Adachi was over him and he briefly stopped
clutching his head to grab him by the tie and throw him towards where the
suspect had run.
“Adachi, go AFTER HIM!” he shouted and Adachi seemed to fidget before he ran
off making him groan in irritation. He opened his eyes and he could still see
the white spots clouding his vision indicating he was still dazed and he closed
them for good measure. Fucking shit did that hurt. A sharp pain started forming
in his back and he groaned even louder as the full force of the impact started
spreading through his body. He knew he was going to be taking a load of
painkillers that night when he felt a hand lightly touch his.
“Dojima-san, are you alright?” Souji’s voice asked and he looked up to see his
nephew over him along with his mismatched friends standing behind. He sighed.
“Souji,” he was about to ask what the hell he was doing there when his brain
started to function and he remembered several conversations in the past where
his nephew mentioned meeting with friends as Junes. He felt his cheeks flush in
embarrassment over the thought of Souji seeing him go down so easily – while he
was on the job no less – and he began to get up, wincing at the sound of metal
scratching the tiles underneath him.
“Here, let me help,” the Hanamura kid said and he felt himself getting agitated
at the fuss being made over him as the chair that had been lodged in his back
was pulled away and Souji along with the Amagi girl took his arm. He got up
with a wince and shoved his nephew off before he straightened his tie somewhat
and looked to the exit with full intent of going to join the pursuit.
He frowned when he saw Adachi come up the stairs, fidgeting as he did.
“Adachi, where the hell is the suspect?!” he shouted and Souji took a step back
from him as he moved towards his partner like a shark going in for the kill,
his hand still on the back of his head. Adachi made a weird face, one of
twisted anxiety and he gave a small shrug before burying his hands in his
pockets.
“U-Uh, I lost him downstairs… he ran into the store and I couldn’t find him…”
he apologized but it wasn’t good enough for him. He chased that stupid kid
halfway across town only to go down and have Adachi lose him in the span of
five minutes? He couldn’t hold back and grabbed the collar of Adachi’s shirt
making the young detective make a squeal and flinch but his fist never
connected. His back hurt too much for him to fully deck the idiot and he was
feeling tired now from the exhaustion of a disappointing day. He shoved him
back instead.
“Get me some coffee,” he growled and Adachi seemed relieved at the request as
he ran off towards the stalls, nearly tripping as he did. Dojima sighed and
touched the small of his back, his age really hitting him as a pain shot up his
side when Souji interrupted him once more.
“Dojima-san, are you alright?” he asked again as he approached and Dojima
turned to look at him, his eyes softening for a moment as he did. He reached up
and ruffled his silver hair as he often did to Nanako when he wanted to brush
her off. Souji tensed at the action.
“I’ll be home late tonight. Can you buy some painkillers if you’re here?” he
muttered and Souji nodded but still looked worried. Adachi came back with a cup
of coffee and he grabbed it from him, taking a long drink. It was awful but he
didn’t care as he just needed to get out of there now. He made his way to the
stairs and gradually began moving down them, hearing Souji ask Adachi a
question to which he no doubt answered.
He got halfway down the stairs before he stopped and began counting to how long
that idiot partner of his was going to take, downing the rest of his drink as
he did and crumpling the cup in a fist. He lost his patience at two hundred and
he cleared his throat so he could yell once again. “ADACHI IF YOU DON’T GET
DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW-”
He heard him make a squawk and immediately was flying down the steps towards
him making him growl and reach into his pocket for a cigarette. “I-I’m sorry
Dojima-san!”
“Shut up,” he muttered and they went down in silence, his back sending little
jolts of pain with every movement. It was going to be a long ride back to the
office and he wasn’t looking forward to the lecture and paperwork that was
going to follow. He shot Adachi a look of pure irritation and get gave him a
meek, apologetic smile back.
He hated how he couldn’t really stay mad at him for too long. It was like
getting mad at a rock. After a while, what was the point?
He got home that night at eleven with the feeling like his body was going to
break apart with every step he took. He didn’t bother announcing he was in,
suspecting Nanako and Souji to be asleep so he was surprised to see his nephew
up eating… something questionable. No doubt taken from the fridge which he was
beginning to think was some unholy portal to a fridge in hell.
“Souji,” he said with a weary sigh and his nephew turned to him and his eyes
opened a little in shock, the plate he was holding placed gently on the table.
He was up beside him before he could think and he held a box out in his hand,
not speaking as he was still chewing.
“Welcome home, Dojima-san,” he finally managed to say and Dojima looked to the
box reading the words across it. Aspirin – just what he needed.
He took the box gently from him and started ripping it open, the bottle falling
out into his palm with a clatter as the pills rattled inside. As he screwed off
the lid Souji darted into the kitchen and came back with some water which he
took, grateful, and made his way to the couch. After tearing off the seal he
popped two into his mouth, not caring which way on what the dosage recommended
and the water chased it down making him sigh in relief. Twenty minutes and he’d
be in pain free heaven.
“Thanks Souji,” he commented as he flopped down on his side once he was done
letting a groan escaping his lips. Souji slowly came up beside him, standing
eerily still and he found his skin prickling as he didn’t bother to look. “What
is it Souji,” he asked, eyes meeting finally and his nephew looked at him with
his typical unreadable expression.
“Dojima-san, would you like a massage?” Dojima looked to him with a frown.
Souji seemed to pick up on his discomfort and he gave a small shrug, his eyes
avoiding his. “Mom sometimes asked me when she had a hard day at work to give
her one.”
He had to laugh at his statement. “Hard day? Michiko works in an office in a
cushy chair at a computer all day, what the hell is so hard about that?!” he
began to scoff when he saw Souji looked down in embarrassment making him regret
ridiculing his sister – his mother – in such a way. His shoulders sagged in
guilt. “Sorry Souji, I went out of bounds.”
“It’s okay,” he shrugged. “I mostly massaged her shoulders but… it helped.
Whenever she was sore…” He looked down to Dojima who sighed and felt another
tingle of pain resonate from his lower back. He slowly turned over on the
couch. It couldn’t hurt to let the kid do it even if it was until the pills
kicked in.
“C’mon then,” he muttered and he turned his head to look to the television that
was flickering in the corner. A game show was playing and he sighed as he
looked to the remote on the table and back to the screen, not wanting to move
to change the channel. It would have to do.
Souji loomed over him and his knee came down on the edge of the couch as he
steadying himself, his hands reaching down. They connected with his sides and
Dojima shifted in discomfort before they dragged over to the middle of his back
and began to push. “Tell me where to go, okay Dojima-san?”
“Lower,” was his immediate response. The hands dragged down and touched where
he could feel a bruise forming and he winced, letting out a hiss. Souji paused
before he began to lightly rub at it, sending sharp pains up Dojima’s sides
before they lessened as the muscles relaxed. He found himself staring at the
television in a daze as Souji’s deft fingers rubbed away the tension and pain
that resided in his body, getting rid of the humiliation of him going down
earlier that day. He was quite thankful for it.
Souji used his elbow to knead at the right side of his spine making him shudder
and shift but he stopped when his hands came back down to gently rub. He let
Souji rub his aches away for another couple of minutes before he decided it was
a good as time as any to possibly get to know him a bit better. He had nothing
better to do.
They had talked quite the bit in the past months but it always seemed to be of
the typical subjects that were used to have a pleasant conversation; how was
school, do you have any girlfriends, what subjects are you taking and so forth.
Nothing was brought up where he actually could understand his nephew and what
made him tick and tonight seemed like the right night to delve. He reminded
himself not to interrogate him, ask him as his uncle and be pleasant when Souji
interrupted him.
“Dojima-san,” his hands moved up and rubbed as the top of where the bruise had
begun to form. “Why did you become a cop?”
Seemed Souji had the same thing on his mind; only he beat him to the punch.
Dojima gave a shrug and thought about the question, recalling a few memories
that made his jaw twitch. He started to lean up.
“Dojima-san? I-I’m not done,” Souji muttered and he ignored him for a moment to
reach into his pocket and pull out a cigarette, looking for his lighter at the
same time. He gave a short nod to the patio door.
“Come on,” he pushed himself off the couch and opened the door, feeling the
late summer air send a shiver through his body. He sat down cross-legged and
grabbed the ashtray he kept outside, pulling it to near his feet as he lit up,
sighing as the nicotine rushed through his system. Souji took the hint and took
his place behind him, hands going back on his body. He pushed against the
nerves on his lower back with the edge of his palm and Dojima arched his back
and let out a sigh when the tension released.
He decided to begin. “What has your mother told you about me, Souji?”
His nephew said nothing for a moment but his hands grazed his back lightly
indicating he was thinking. “Not much. You are her brother, she is your sister.
You are a cop and you used to be a delinquent.” Dojima winced at the delinquent
comment. He wasn’t that fucking bad. “She also said you were somewhat of a man
whore in school.”
“Nice to know she painted a rosy picture of me,” he scoffed. That was so
Michiko. She probably told Souji all this with a smile on her face and in her
Sunday best too. She loved making herself seem like he had been adopted and she
was the kind one who took him in. Drove him nuts.
“Is it true?” Souji asked and Dojima frowned as he flicked the ashes off his
cigarette. “I know mom likes to embellish sometimes and you... don’t seem like
the rebellious type.” Dojima gave out a short laugh at the boy’s opinion.
“Not… entirely,” he mumbled as he tried to remember how many girlfriends he
went through during his years. He could barely remember their names, let alone
the number and his shoulders sagged in defeat. Wasn’t the point of this how he
came on the force? “None of that matters towards your question, you know.”
Souji paused and leaned over, his head nearly resting on his shoulder as he
gave him a confused look. Dojima had no idea why that made him blush. “A-About
why I’m a cop!”
“Oh, right,” he said and he withdrew, hands back to rubbing his sides, his
fingers slowly moving up to his shoulders and neck. Dojima breathed through his
nose, feeling the smoke exit his body and he looked down at his cigarette sadly
as he recalled why. He knew Souji didn’t know why, how the question was pretty
heavy with him memories but he couldn’t lie to the kid. He was going to find
out sooner or later. He inhaled a bit of the cigarette, blowing it out slowly
as he rolled it between his fingers.
Souji continued rubbing his body, his fingers dancing around his neck making
him let out a sigh. “Souji, if someone mugged you tomorrow in front of your
friends at Junes, what would you do?” he asked and he felt the fingertips
against him scratch his skin. It had taken him off guard.
“I… I don’t know. I’d fight? I’d want to protect my friends…” he stumbled over
his thoughts and Dojima nodded as he looked up to the sky. There were no stars
due to the light pollution but he could see the moon through a cloud that had
circled it.
“Yeah… You’d fight, right? You’d protect them. That’s what matters,” he said
before he took in another breath from his cigarette. “But what if you were
being mugged and the guy pointed a gun at you. What would you do?”
Souji had stopped completely and was back to leaning over his shoulder giving
him a look of pain. “Dojima-san…? What… happened to-?”
He exhaled the smoke in a long line that blew out and dissipated in the night
air in long, curling wisps. “I don’t remember her name but I remember how
scared she was when we were told to hand over our money and if we didn’t, he
would shoot her.” He scratched under his chin as the memory rolled through his
head and he found himself talking again despite not really wishing to. “We were
out, on a night like this in fact. No one had any thoughts about not going out
at night because Inaba was safe. It was supposed to be safe. That was the whole
point of living out here.”
“Dojima-san,” Souji’s hands had come up to squeeze his shoulders and he let his
nephew do it, not bothering to look to him.
“When someone you love is threatened and you’re powerless to do anything, it
makes you feel weak and small, you know? Like a useless piece of shit. I
thought I was invincible before, that if anything did come up I would just
fight it and save the day since I could do anything… I was young and confident;
but that changes when the barrel of a gun is pointed at your chest,” he mused
as he watched the moon break free from the cloud around it. “When you realize
you’re just a stupid kid who can’t even protect himself.”
Souji’s hands squeezed his shoulder tight in an offer of subconscious sympathy
and Dojima chuckled at the motion, finally turning to see his face. He was
biting his lip. “That’s when I decided to become a cop. To protect this town
from people like that who wanted to instill fear into others and make Inaba a
world where everyone could go outside.”
His thoughts drew to the two murdered women and he frowned and broke their
gaze, a feeling of guilt welling in his stomach over still not finding the
murderer came over him. He pushed his cigarette into his mouth in irritation
and was about to take a breath when Souji’s arms wrapped around his neck, his
head resting against his. It caught him off guard and he flushed at the close
contact with his nephew as he could feel his breath on his skin, tickling it
every few seconds. It was awkward to say the least.
“You’re a good person, Dojima-san,” Souji smiled and he felt his ears turn pink
and a scowl cross his face. He was embarrassing him.
“Hey, stop that,” he lectured as his cigarette was placed in the ashtray.
“Don’t get weird on me now! It creeps me out!” He reached behind him to push
Souji away but his nephew’s grip tightened and he buried his head into his
neck, his soft grey hair rubbing against his jaw. Dojima froze, feeling the
light breaths now sticking to his neck and he sighed in defeat, slouching
forward almost as if he was pouting.
“Dojima-san,” Souji muttered. “I’m sorry something like that happened to you
even if the end result was positive.” His head raised and he could feel his
gaze on him making him fidget and focus on his cigarette, his index finger
scratching the filter. “Don’t beat yourself up. You’ll get the killer.”
He closed his eyes and sighed. Somehow he felt relieved to hear that coming
from the boy, despite him still wondering deep down if he was in fact the
murderer. The hands pulled away from his neck and they briefly touched between
his shoulders, rubbing for a moment to ease away a bit of tension and they were
gone. Souji stood up and looked to the television before back to Dojima who
couldn’t help but give him a confused look.
“It’s almost midnight. I should get to bed.”
“Ah, right,” Dojima muttered and his cigarette was put out as he closed the
patio door and drew the curtains while Souji took the plate and glass on the
table to the kitchen. They took exchanged an awkward glance and Souji nodded
him a polite good night and headed up the stairs leaving him alone to shut off
the lights.
He stood for a moment by himself, his gut churning as he could still feel the
heat of Souji’s breath against his skin and the sincerity of his words in his
ears. Souji couldn’t be the killer, he just couldn’t and even though he had to
keep all possibilities open he wanted to cross him off his list and never
encounter him around the cases he dealt with again.
He pulled the string to shut off the living room light and he touched his back
where Souji had been massaging. The pain wasn’t as intense as before but it
could be from the pills or the combination of both that and his nephew. He
flushed as he thought to how he normally treated the boy and he walked into the
kitchen wondering how to make it up to him when he saw his bag on the chair.
He picked it up; a little shocked at how heavy it was before he recalled that
finals were approaching. If Souji did good, he should give him something for it
he decided. The boy worked hard at keeping the household right and clean and
gave Nanako company so the least he could do was spoil him for his efforts.
Maybe teach him hard work had its rewards unlike how he had grown up.
He shut the kitchen light off and used his hand to feel for the wall, slowly
walking up the stairs to enter his room to finally sleep.
 
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***** Spiders on the Wall *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     I'm not going to lie, if you want to know my favourite fanfic I ever
     wrote for Persona, this is it. I love fucking around with Dojima and
     making him more human than the cop who has to get his nephew to set
     his head right. I always had the idea that Dojima has a bit of
     depression and having his ego hit always takes a toll on him. Hence
     this and hence why it's my favourite.
He was starting to shake as he poured himself another cup of coffee, fighting
the urge to let his body collapse. He needed to keep himself awake, to find
anything clues to lead them to where the kidnapper had taken the missing four
year old girl, Amie Oshiki. They were running out of time…
He clutched his head as a wave of fatigue hit him, spiders seeming to come
bursting from the walls. No, he wouldn’t give in to this, he was stronger than
this!
“Dojima-san?” Adachi asked from behind him and he grunted, composing himself.
“Are you okay?”
“That’s the fourth time you asked, Adachi. I told you once my answer and I am
not repeating myself,” he snapped, taking a large sip of the cold coffee as he
walked back to his desk. It made him shudder as it went down his throat, like
he had just swallowed a dozen frogs. “Fucking hell, when was coffee last
made?!”
“Dojima-san,” Adachi ran a hand through his hair. “You need to go home and
rest! Everyone else has but you!”
“So what?!” he nearly shouted at him, his nerves and senses going haywire. “We
need to find her, Adachi! That’s the only thing that matters, is finding the
girl!”
A couple of officers around them looked up from their phones in sympathy,
equally dishevelled and exhausted as him and Dojima sighed as he grabbed a copy
of the file, opening it to stare at the crime scene photos. There had to be
something they were missing. He ignored Adachi who stood by him, staring at him
with concern.
“When have you last slept?” he asked and Dojima restrained himself from
throwing his coffee mug at him.
“What does it matter?” he threw down the small pile of photos. “Adachi, do you
even understand why this is a big deal!? Who knows what is happening to that
girl, if she’s even alive by now! She could be getting skinned alive and we are
doing nothing to stop it because you insist on rest! The first forty-eight
hours are the most crucial and it’s almost past that by now!”
He didn’t know when he got up to stand but he found himself towering over his
partner who was giving him an odd look. The entire office seemed to go silent
and Adachi started to look over his shoulder, then back to him in a quick
motion making him growl. Slowly Adachi made a motion, pointing to behind him
and he turned to see their sergeant staring at him with an inexplicable amount
of anger in his eyes.
Dojima stared back, not understanding, when he saw a man and woman behind him
in civilian clothes. The woman was beginning to cry.
“Shit,” was all he could say before he was hauled downstairs.
His sergeant said nothing as he led the way, Dojima following behind him
watching spiders move around the walls. He knew it was just hallucinations
created by his fatigued mind but part of him wondered if they were real and he
felt his jaw twitch in concern. He nearly fell down a step as he was thinking
and his sergeant roughly grabbed his arm, steadying him.
“Ryo, how long has it been since you slept,” he asked in a gruff voice as they
reached the parkade entrance from the stairwell. Dojima pursed his lips.
“I don’t see what that-” he started but one look from his boss silenced the
rebellious protest he had been attempted to say. “Three days.”
“Go home,” his shoulder was slapped and he looked back at him, almost pleading
him not to send him even though his body nearly collapsed in happiness at the
notion of rest.
“Sir, that little girl… I can’t… I can’t let her-” he started to say but he
stopped when the dark brown eyes met his with a look of sympathy and weariness.
“She…”
“Ryo, I understand. She reminds you of your own daughter, does she not? But you
need to go home. You are useless to us as you are now. Let your squad, the
other officers and detectives, lay fresh eyes on this. When you’re rested, come
back, but for now…” he paused as if for effect and Dojima frowned, waiting,
when he heard footsteps jogging down the stairs.
Adachi came out the stairwell exit, holding a pair of keys that made Dojima
narrow his eyes and reach into his pocket. His car keys were gone. “You little
shit-!”
“Ah, Dojima-san…” Adachi cringed but his boss stepped between them, his eyes on
Dojima as he spoke.
“Take him home, Adachi. And make sure he stays there too,” he said. Dojima
frowned, wanting to protest but his sergeant’s hand clasped his shoulder and
shook it making him hold his tongue. He left back through the stairwell and
when Dojima was sure he was gone he turned on Adachi with a look of murder in
his eyes. His partner gave a meek laugh.
“If you scratch my car… I will kill you,” he hissed and turned on his heel to
walk towards his vehicle, the spiders exploding from the floor making him
stagger in shock. Adachi came up behind him.
“Don’t worry, Dojima-san, I promise I won’t hurt your precious vehicle!” Adachi
joked but it fell on deaf ears. He was losing it, sense of time and space and
when he managed to get into the passenger side of the car he could see his skin
crawling and darkness invading ever corner he could see. He was collapsing.
“Dojima-san!” he felt his arm get caught but the feeling of falling still
remained with him. His head snapped up, he tried to fight it but he eventually
gave in to what his body had been trying to do for two nights; he fell into the
darkness that the spiders around him brought.
He briefly recalled a feeling of weightlessness and gentle hands cupping his
face but he wasn’t sure if that was a dream. All he could comprehend was
darkness and the need for it to smother him.
 
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Souji sat beside Dojima’s futon reading a book in relative silence that was
only interrupted when his uncle would let out a soft sigh or give out a cough.
He would stop reading and look to him when he did, see if he was going to stir
and wake up but he so far he only made noise and stayed locked in his sleep.
Souji sighed and stared at the wall; his uncle Dojima worked himself too hard.
He closed his book with a curt snap and placed it by his feet as he turned to
stare at him, to watch him while he slept. He understood why Dojima pushed
himself so hard, always took himself to the brink of falling apart for his job
but it didn’t make it right.
“Why do you always want to be the hero, Dojima,” he asked him quietly. He knew
he wasn’t going to get an answer and he sighed before he reached to brush some
stray hairs by his ear back into place. The black hair was still thick and
coarse and it made Souji wonder as he touched it, his fingernails curling down
to touch his skull right behind his ears.
He wondered if Dojima would be as handsome when he was fifty, or even sixty
assuming he would reach that age. When his mother had told him his uncle was
her younger brother, he had thought she meant much younger than her and guessed
he was in his mid-thirties the first time they met based on his appearance
alone. He was handsome and lean with a strong handshake that emphasized his
underlying strength so it shocked him when he learned his uncle had passed
forty already, although not that far in.
It made him ponder how good the genetics were in his family when his uncle
shifted, letting out a soft sigh as he did, his body turning on its side. He
faced Souji, still deep in the grips of sleep and Souji stared down at him in a
frozen pose as he had not expected him to move. Once his heart stopped beating
a mile a minute he relaxed his shoulders and continued his gazing, eyes
dragging over his exhausted frame.
When Adachi had dragged his uncle in from the car the two of them had to carry
him up the stairs to his room, a feat that sounded simpler than it had been
executed. It was extremely awkward but they had managed and when Adachi had
left, Souji had the task of undressing his uncle. The thought alone at what he
did made him blush.
It wasn’t sexual, nothing happened, but it was just how Dojima made him felt
when he peeled off his shirt and tie. His uncle, as he had said, was handsome
and when he exposed his chest and stomach he was embarrassed at how much it
affected him to see his bare skin and taunt stomach. There were a few scars
that caught his attention, one line that had obviously been a stab wound by his
ribs intrigued him in particular, but other than that Dojima had nearly perfect
skin that was slightly lighter in colour than his arms and neck since it was
never exposed.
He had hair, yes, but it made him more of man having it and Souji felt
intimidated despite his uncle being completely out. But that was what affected
him; how much of a man his uncle was. He had scars, his hands were calloused
and his chest and underarms had dark hair that ran down to a line towards…
well. Souji had been tempted to look but he decided not to.
Even when he changed his dress shirt for the black loose t-shirt he wore to
bed, his uncle still looked intimidating and strong and Souji found himself
blushing. He still was blushing over it, not quite understanding his feelings
at all since this was his uncle and that should be that. But the way the collar
of his shirt fell down, how it exposed the tiniest bit of his collarbone and
the way his strong neck flowed naturally from it so his eye line trained it up
to the stubble on his chin and slightly pink lips… Souji closed his mouth.
He shouldn’t even think such thoughts about Dojima.
He forced himself to look away and picked up his book again, turning to near
the middle of it to begin to read and distract himself. He was there just to
make sure that his uncle got some rest, as Adachi had asked and that was all.
He knew his uncle was being reckless again and when he woke he would probably
try to go back to work immediately.
Souji sighed as he re-read the same sentence for a sixth time. His reckless,
handsome uncle…
He nearly jumped through the roof when Dojima’s cell phone went off and his
uncle immediately shot up, his eyes unfocused as he did. He seemed to be at a
loss at where he was.
“T-The fuck…” he stammered, his hands shaking and Souji snapped out of his
shock to frantically look for the ringing device, moving about the room. He
found it in his uncle’s pants pocket near the end of his futon and Dojima gave
him an odd look, one of confusion and wariness, before he took it an answered.
“Hello? Dojima here… What?”
He tried to get up but he paused, his eyes locked on the wall as he listened to
whatever the phone conversation was about. Slowly he slumped back and his
shoulders sagged as he remained silent.
“Thank you, boss. I will,” he muttered as he hung up the phone and remained
still, staring at the wall before he tossed his cell phone beside the futon;
the small device skated across the floor before it hit the closed door parallel
to his bed. Souji watched his uncle fall back, his head hitting the pillow hard
and he had a look of depression on his face as he looked up at the ceiling. He
didn’t move, not at first, but then he opened his mouth. “Souji what are you
doing here?”
The boy didn’t move. He frowned, shifting uncomfortably as he held his book
tight against his chest as he mulled over what to say, his eyes everywhere in
the room but on his uncle. “Adachi asked me to watch you, in case you woke up
early and tried to go back to work.”
“Yeah, well, you can leave now. It’s done,” he said in a harsh tone, his eyes
still lost as he stared at the ceiling. “They found the girl, alive and well,
thanks to one of the other detectives so I’ve been instructed to come back to
work tomorrow.”
He waved his hand to dismiss him and Souji frowned. This wasn’t like his uncle
at all.
He remained in place, still watching him and Dojima let out a sigh of
irritation and closed his eyes, his hand coming up to rub at the bridge of his
nose. Souji knew he was he was getting ready to yell but he stood his ground,
now lessening his grip on the book. He waited, his eyes on his uncle who seemed
to be trying to find the words but after a minute he gave up and he rolled on
his side, his back facing him.
“Whatever… Just leave, Souji,” he muttered and Souji bit his bottom lip. This
really wasn’t like his uncle at all.
“Dojima-san?” he asked in a soft voice, his eyes trailing over his back as he
watched the blankets rise and fall. “Are you alright?”
He got no reply back. He contemplated pressing the issue, knowing that he could
maybe get his uncle to open up if he showed him he meant to be compassionate
about the issue but Dojima began to speak. “Souji, just leave. I’m not going to
go back to work so you can go… do whatever the fuck it is you do.”
He felt his heart tug and his fingers started to fidget, wondering if he should
follow his uncle’s advice when he swallowed his fears down and stepped forward
with determination. “Dojima-san, I’m not going.”
His uncle said nothing but he turned slightly and one grey eye stared at him in
absolute fury. He was thankful he had enough courage to go through with this
because if he was a lesser man, he would have run. “Dojima, you always are
trying to be the hero! You’re bottling up too much stuff and it has to stop!
You can trust me…” he was almost pleading. “You don’t have to always do
everything alone.”
His uncle let out a laugh and Souji’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He would
have preferred it if he had yelled. “What, you want to help fix me? As if
telling you my problems will magically stop me from being a failure?” He began
to laugh again and Souji winced, not expecting him to start mocking him. He
knew his uncle was still sleep deprived, since it had only been about six hours
since he had gone down but this was really unlike him.
“Just leave, Souji. I’m fine,” Dojima said with finality and he contemplated
going but something in him told him to stay. His uncle was depressed; that’s
why he was acting out.
He walked forward instead and set his book on the small table by his futon,
standing over him to stare down at Dojima’s eyes which were closed, his brows
fixed in a stressful way. As soon as he came to completely tower over him, the
grey eyes open and Dojima turned his head slightly, angrily facing him and
nonverbally demanding he left. But he wouldn’t. He knelt down instead.
“Dojima-san,” he said softly again. “You’re not a failure.”
“Kid, you don’t even know what I am,” Dojima scoffed and he looked to the wall.
Souji sat still, waiting and his persistence seemed to break through as his
uncle gave out a loud, annoyed sigh and closed his eyes, his hand coming up to
rub at his temples again. “This case was given to me, Souji, to deal with and
after three days I found nothing, even without any sleep. When I’m forced to
come home it’s dealt with within… what, an hour?”
He suddenly turned on his side, using his forearms to raise himself up to stare
at him making Souji’s hairs stand on end at how livid he was. “So tell me,
Souji, what would that make me then, if not a fucking failure? Huh? How else
would you take being told the case that you spent days on can be solved easily
by a younger detective?! I’m obsolete!”
Souji quickly looked down and saw his uncle’s hands were shaking, his teeth
clenched together almost painfully. “Huh?! Would you like to explain it to
me!?”
“Dojima-san…” he said quietly and his uncle narrowed his eyes at his tone.
“I don’t want your pity, Souji, I want to be left alone. Leave me be, go on!
I’ll fix myself…” he spat at him as he began sinking back against the pillows
around himself, almost as if he used up the small bit of energy he had gained
from his temporary sleep. “Just go.”
Had Souji studied more, gained more knowledge and common sense through school
instead of spending nights with his friends he would have left as he had been
told and the two would not have spoken on the subject again. But the boy chose
to take a more reckless approach to the matter; it pained him to see his uncle,
his handsome, protective uncle be treated in such a way and he mustered up his
courage to do something insane.
Before Dojima could protest he gripped his head and angled it so he could
hastily press his lips against the slightly pink ones, forcing a kiss between
the two. Naturally his uncle’s strong hands gripped his shoulders and arm once
his senses came back but it was too late; Souji forced his lips apart to deepen
their kiss.
He held his ground, kept his eyes shut and felt Dojima’s anger fight back at
him, fight to break them apart but he wouldn’t budge. Every time Dojima managed
to separate them, Souji would force them back together fiercely, his fingers
burying in the thick hair he had touched earlier so it would be harder for him
to be kicked off.
They struggled against each other, Souji wincing when his uncle’s short nails
dragged down his forearms but he was slowly letting go after every second until
he let Souji kiss him without any protest.
Souji pulled away finally looking down at his uncle and they said nothing as
they stared at each other, breaths coming out a bit heated through their open
mouths. Souji stopped gripping Dojima’s hair so tight and he relaxed his
fingers, massaging where they had dug in. Dojima pursed his lips together for a
second while he did and slowly he reached up to grab the back of his neck,
pulling him down.
Souji didn’t resist and this time they kissed as new lovers did; gentle and
light as if they both were afraid to take the lead, testing the waters to make
sure what they were doing was right. Souji acted first after a few breathless
kisses and rolled his tongue over the bottom of his uncle’s lip, encouraging
him to open his mouth more. He got obedience in return and he slowly pushed his
tongue in, not sure what to do until his uncle’s thick tongue met with his and
instinct seemed to take over.
He moaned and pressed his tongue flat against Dojima’s, shifting on his chest
so he could angle his head more to taste him, to explore his mouth. His uncle
allowed it, his head falling back on the pillow and for a minute it got
desperate, both clinging to each other as if they would die, their messy kisses
like two adolescents in love before Souji came to his senses.
He pulled back sharply, flushing as he did. “I… D-Dojima… I don’t know…” he
babbled and he looked at Dojima who lay below him with equally flushed cheeks.
“I’m sorry!”
“Souji…” he muttered as his eyelids fell down; Souji couldn’t help but stare at
him, the feelings in his chest twisting as he took in the sight of how
attractive and endearing Dojima was. “…Never mind. I’m tired… I’m going back to
bed.”
“Y-Yeah, right,” he nodded as he shakily stood up, grabbing his book as he
headed for his door, humiliation burning in his ears. He stopped when his hand
gripped the nod, a bit of courage coming back. “Dojima… You’re not a failure.
Please, understand that…”
“Yeah, Souji, I got it,” the now exhausted reply came back. Souji opened the
door and stepped into the hall without another word, shutting it tight behind
him as if that would mend what he did. He was horribly embarrassed he did such
a thing – to his uncle no less – and was contemplating what suicide he would
have to commit to get his honor back when he felt his chest burn again.
The feelings he had for Dojima seemed to have intensified. He left to his room
to try and sort himself out.
 
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Dojima lay quiet on his futon, his eyes still struggling to remain awake so he
could fully understand what he had just done. He had kissed his nephew
passionately and, disturbingly, he liked it despite how sick that was.
He knew Souji had just done it out of pity or some weird way of thinking it
would comfort him but it made something in him stir; something dangerous that
was best left locked away.
He closed his eyes finally, giving in to what the darkness wanted and he
contemplated what to do next. Should he mention this again or chalk it up to
being a fever dream? He flushed as Souji’s words echoed in his head, preventing
him from being fully smothered by the darkness around him.
‘You’re not a failure.’
 
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***** Sticky Lens *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warning for glasses porn. Pure glasses porn. That is literally the
     reason I wrote this.
Souji smirked down at his uncle as he slapped his cheek with this cock again
watching him press his lips together, flushing red. “Come on Ryotaro… You
promised.”
“I didn’t think you’d actually take that up as an offer,” he muttered and Souji
hit his cheek again watching his glasses slide down his nose. He ran a hand
through his uncle’s coarse black hair and tugged lightly, pressuring him to
give in; Dojima always had too much pride for his own good and even though it
was cute sometimes it was becoming a problem right then.
“Ryo-ta-ro,” he sang and his uncle let out an annoyed sigh, avoiding his gaze
as he started licking his lips. Souji couldn’t help but smile as he finally
gave in and he gave the head of his cock a small kiss but he pulled back
immediately, pushing his glasses up as he did. He made no attempt to go back
and Souji let out a sigh.
“Ryotaro,” he said in a stern voice but he was cut off.
“Stop saying my name-!” his uncle snapped and Souji raised a brow, his fingers
digging into Dojima’s skull making him wince. “Souji!”
“You’re not the one in charge here…” he muttered and he slapped his cock hard
against his cheek, reaching down with his free hand to grip his nose until his
uncle gasped. Once he got his opportunity he thrust his cock in making Dojima
stiffen and his glasses once again slid down his face to the bridge of his
nose. Souji licked his lips at the sight. “So suck, Uncle Dojima.”
He resisted once last time. “Suck!” Souji snapped his hips forward and Dojima
let out a muffled cry, his hands shooting up to grip his thighs to stop him
from pushing his cock further down his throat, body shaking as he did. He got
the message and swallowed whatever dignity he had left, fingers relaxing
against his pants and he pulled back a bit and closed his eyes.
Souji smirked as he felt his tongue moving, massaging the tip of his cock and
gliding down his shaft. He reached down and pushed his glasses back up his
nose, making Dojima stop and flush before his fingers went back into the coarse
hair. He gently pushed, encouraging his uncle to take in more.
“You can get messy with it, sweetheart,” Souji purred and he watched Dojima fix
his brows together in an irritated expression but he continued his lazy
licking, now pausing to suck the head of his cock gently before he went back to
his focused ministrations. It was nice but still not enough. “Come on, Ryotaro,
you can make noise when you do this.”
Dojima stopped, his eyes looking to the floor before he resumed his tongue
still massaging the underside of his cock, silent as he did. Souji forced him
to tilt his head, his glasses shifting on his nose as he did he pressed his
cock again his cheek, running a thumb over the bulge it made. His uncle closed
his eyes, his ears turning red and he let out a heated breath through his nose;
Souji allowed him to pull away and stared at how his saliva made his cock shine
under the artificial light of the living room. It was lovely.
“Souji…” Dojima mumbled and the boy smiled at him and forced his chin up,
taking his cock in his hand so he could press it against his uncle’s lips,
moving it as if he was applying lipstick. The older man parted his lips
slightly as he did.
“Lick me, darling,” Souji grinned. “Make my cock drip with your spit.”
He hesitated, his fingers flexing against his own thighs where they had gone to
rest but his uncle eventually obeyed and he leaned up to start his work at the
base of his cock. His glasses bumped his shaft and Dojima sighed, reaching to
pull them off but Souji stopped him. “Leave them on.”
His uncle bit his lip and drew his hand away. He resumed what he intended to do
and his mouth was soon clamped to the side of Souji’s cock, running along it up
to the tip where he gave it a short kiss and shifted so he could go down the
other side. He opened his mouth and his tongue began to coat his cock with
saliva, one of his hands reaching up to help as he licked him noisily, panting
as he did.
He closed his eyes and while his hand worked the slick shaft he sucked on one
of his balls, rolling his tongue over it which made Souji’s breath catch in his
throat. He smirked as he decided to tease the man. “You’ve done this before,
haven’t you?”
Dojima immediately pulled away. “No,” he growled and Souji forced his head back
down, his balls hitting his glasses making him grunt.
“Don’t lie, darling,” he sang. “If you haven’t then how are you so good at
this? Watch a lot of gay porn in your spare time?”
Dojima didn’t answer but his hand squeezed his cock a bit which made Souji
curious. He had to press it. “Uncle, do you secretly like boys? Do you have a
magazine stash in your dresser of men fucking other men which you jerk off to
in the dead of night?”
“…No,” he heard his voice waver as he started licking his sack again, his hand
moving over his tip to rub anxiously at his leaking slit.
“Oh, sweetheart, do you wish you could get fucked by a man?” Souji began
petting his head, taking a moment to bite his lip as his uncle’s tongue found
its way behind his balls for a brief second. “Darling… do you want me to fuck
you?”
“…No.”
Souji snorted and stopped his gentle petting, gripping the black hair tight so
he could force Dojima’s head up and shove his cock into his open, hissing
mouth. His glasses once again slid down his nose and Souji started thrusting in
and out, relishing the sounds of wet skin connecting as he did. “Don’t be so
high and mighty, Dojima. I’m not the one that joked about sucking my cock last
night.”
His uncle made a noise which sounded like a whimper as he once again gripped
his thighs, his throat trying to relax as Souji pushed in further and further.
Souji took a moment to look to the ceiling, enjoying the feeling of fucking
something wet and hot but he had another goal in mind and he eventually had to
pull out. His uncle seemed shocked until he began jerking himself off with
quick, angry strokes. It didn’t take long for him to start to come and he
gripped his uncle’s head as he did, aiming for his glasses which he
successfully hit.
The seed spilled down the lens and Dojima gritted his teeth as some got caught
in his hair and his cheeks were soon dripping. Souji pushed the tip of his
spilling cock against the glasses, making sure they got a thorough coating
before he started wiping himself off in the thick black hair his uncle sported.
Dojima said nothing but his lips were pressed together tight as semen started
sliding down his jaw. Souji once again slapped his dick against his cheek.
“Clean me up, dearest,” he snapped and Dojima let out a ragged breath as he
turned his head to take his cock back in his mouth. Souji was becoming flaccid
but he still enjoyed the sight of watching his proud uncle have no choice but
to clean him up like a slave. Once he was done, Souji finally pulled away and
stared at his handiwork, smiling as he did.
Dojima pulled off his glasses and made an irritated expression as he looked at
the lens covered in sticky seed. He reached up and touched his short bangs,
feeling the drying fluid and he began to pull at it, trying to clean himself up
a bit. Souji chuckled in response.
“Go take a shower, Dojima-chan,” he mocked and his uncle scowled at him as he
started wiping his glasses off on his tie, not replying. “And then go to your
room and get ready.”
“For what?” he muttered not paying much attention. Souji only grinned.
“I don’t believe you don’t wish me to fuck you… I’ll be in later to see how
honest your body is when I’m screwing you,” he said in a light tone, watching
as his uncle flushed and looked at him with an almost scared expression. It
sent him back into a cheerful mood. He gave a wave and bounded up the steps,
going into his room to shut the door. Once he was inside he went for his
dresser, fumbling until he found what he wanted.
A bottle of lubricant and an outfit he ordered from the Shopping Channel; he
licked his lips before he shut the drawer.
 
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***** Storage *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Kink Meme Prompt as Follows: Dojima/Yosuke. That's it. Dojima could
     be drunk, Yosuke could be the one coming on to him, they could both
     want it or not, there are no rules!
     Warning for dubcon elements. You say no rules? Well, then I can do as
     I please. This was more of an experiment on my part. I wanted to
     write something different and the meme was only enticing me a little.
     So I managed to come up with this. Funny enough, LJ was freaking out
     and it actually deleted my fill for a while. I don't even know if
     it's back up or not but I still have my master copy.
Dojima sighed as he checked the address on his notebook again, looking at the
door in front of him with a miserable expression. His right hand was fiddling
with the handcuffs on his waist and he was contemplating going back to the
station to report he didn’t find anything when he found himself knocking,
lightly at first then hard enough for the door to slightly shake.
It took mere moments for the door to be pulled open and for Dojima’s heart to
sink as he saw who was inside. Yosuke Hanamura stood in the storage room entry,
his headphones over his ears and the smell of incense spilling out into the
corridor. Right when he saw who had disturbed him he frantically ripped them
off and dug into his pocket for his mp3 player.
“D-D-Dojima-san!” he barked, struggling to turn off his rather loud music
strumming from his headphones. “Ah, ah, what… ah, what are you doing here?”
“Yosuke,” Dojima growled, displeased and he stepped forward to force the boy
back so he could see the storage room for himself. It wasn’t that big but
enough for a chair and small table to sit in the center of the room surrounded
by boxes of unsold product, the incense coming from a holder sitting nearby on
top of an overturned box with a packet of condoms next to them. It made him
sigh. “Yosuke Hanamura…”
“Y-Yeah?” he said with a shaky voice as he pushed the storage door closed and
leaned against the back of it, not looking at him directly. “S-Sorry Dojima,
I’m just on break and I-”
“Cut the shit, Yosuke,” Dojima snapped as he turned around, now furious at the
boy that had been his nephew’s best friend. “This is where you’ve been
prostituting yourself out, hasn’t it!?”
Yosuke immediately went red and his eyes shot up to stare at him, his mouth
falling open in shock. “N…No! No, this is a break room! I swear!”
“Don’t lie to me,” he cut in and he reached over to grab the condoms off the
box and shove them at his face causing him to look away in shame. “Yosuke, what
in the fuck are you doing? Don’t you know how dangerous this is?!” He started
to lecture, unable to help himself as he stared at the boy in front of him.
He wasn’t a big fan of the kid, something about him always made him suspicious
but when his nephew Souji had left to go back home Yosuke came over the most
out of his old male friends to play with Nanako and make sure she was alright.
He would come early to walk her to school – him and that weird blonde friend of
his – and Nanako would routinely tell him how Big Bro Yosuke had bought her
treats or helped with her homework. He silently appreciated him for taking on
the role Souji had started.
When he heard rumors of a kid at Junes selling sex he had feared the worst and
had come by himself hoping to find that it was just typical town gossip started
by bored housewives. It disappointed him that his gut was right and he crossed
his arms, glaring at Yosuke as he waited but the boy said nothing, staring at
the boxes around them instead.
He tossed the condoms on the table and let out an irritated sigh. “Yosuke,
honestly, don’t you know what could happen? People get killed doing this! You
could get an STD or-”
“I-I know, I know…” Yosuke interrupted and he let out a sigh, reaching up to
rub his face. “Dojima-san, I know. I know, okay?! But… You don’t understand.”
He waited patiently for an explanation but Yosuke shook his head, making an
irritated noise before he shut down. “Nothing’s going on back here. You… You
got wrong information. This is our break room and I get fifteen minutes every
day and I should be getting back to work, so…”
He moved to grab the door handle. “Sorry Dojima-san.”
Dojima slammed his hand against the door, forcing it shut making Yosuke stiffen
and sweat to form on his neck. He turned slowly to look at him and Dojima gave
him his most furious gaze he could muster which got him to shrink back in
terror. He wasn’t about to let this go.
“Do you need money?” he asked quietly, looming over the boy. “Are you in debt?
Is that why you’re doing this?”
“…Dojima-san,” he said softly, moving back but he used his other arm to create
a sort of cage around the boy, trapping him from escaping.
“Is someone forcing you to do this?” he stared at the back of Yosuke’s head, at
the light brown hair that had been trimmed shorter than he remembered. “Are you
being threatened?”
He finally turned his body so their eyes could meet once again and his cheeks
were a bright pink as he stared at him, his hands twisting the fabric of his
store uniform apron anxiously.
“No one is forcing me,” he said in a steady voice and before Dojima could
inquire further, a confession was being thrown at him. “Look, I just do it, a-
alright? I’m only doing oral and its good money! I don’t even have to do
anything sometimes!”
“Why?” Dojima snapped and Yosuke flushed in anger and frustration, his fingers
tense against his apron.
“They keep cutting back my shifts! I’m barely making any money!”
“That’s when you take up a second job, Yosuke!” Dojima snapped right back,
getting frustrated himself at how stupid the boy could be. “What would you ever
do if some guy got pissed and kidnapped you or raped you?!”
He made a face, insulted. “I don’t do just guys! I’ve got some female clients!”
“Yosuke!” Dojima leaned in, his hands balling into fists but the kid stood his
ground and didn’t shrink back; but his legs shook underneath the apron.
“Selling your damn mouth for some extra money isn’t the way to do this!? What
if your father found out? What if the school found out?!”
“I’d deal with it!” he cut in and Dojima growled. Stubborn little bastard.
“You think you’re invincible?” he found himself lecturing. He hated seeing so
much of himself in someone else. “Yosuke, this shit catches up to you! And I am
not responding to a call about a dead teenager who was raped and beaten to
death after being kidnapped because he thought making a couple of bucks selling
himself was a fun thing to do!”
Yosuke opened his mouth but he closed it again, glaring furiously at him.
Dojima ignored it. “You’re lucky I don’t haul your ass in to the station, you
hear? This ends today, Yosuke. I mean it.”
He said nothing but his chest was rising and his breaths were coming out
through his nose as he was trying to control himself. Dojima leaned back,
pushing away from the door and he stared at him with a hard expression, an urge
to light up a cigarette coming over him.
“Do you hear me?” he snapped and he watched him press a tongue against his
cheek, obviously wanting to verbally fight back but he just nodded instead.
“Good. You can go back to work now.”
Yosuke didn’t move. He remained in place, staring at the boxes, his hands
shaking against his apron and a flush starting on his neck when his eyes shot
back to meet with his and he glared at him, his lips pressing tight together.
Dojima ignored him and looked down at himself instead, reaching into his pocket
to find his cigarettes when Yosuke shot forward and his body connected with
his.
Dojima staggered back, his ass hitting the table in the center of the room to
knock it slightly askew and before he could spit out anything Yosuke shoved his
mouth against his. It took him off guard, made him completely vulnerable and he
let the boy kiss him before his senses came back and he grabbed his shoulder
and shoved him off.
Yosuke didn’t even react, his hands reaching down to grab his belt and Dojima
sucked in a breath, immediately going to pry his fingers away. “S-Sou…” he
caught himself before he spat out his nephew’s name. “Y-Yosuke! Yosuke, what
the fuck-!”
“Just shut up, just shut up,” he was growling to himself and he ripped the
clasp out and pulled the buckle away giving him enough room to grip the edge of
his pants and yank them down to mid-thigh. Dojima felt his cheeks flush a
furious red at being exposed and he fought harder, trying to stand and give
himself an advantage as he desperately tried to pry the hands away from his
briefs.
Yosuke clenched his jaw and almost got to pull them down but Dojima was
stronger and he grabbed both his wrists, holding them a distance away from his
body as he stared down at him, panting; whatever possessed the boy he didn’t
know but he had stopped it before it went any further into a dangerous place
and his shoulders relaxed a little as he fought over what to even say.
He didn’t even think Yosuke would use his teeth and he reacted too late to stop
him from grabbing his briefs and yanking them down, exposing the start of his
pubic hair and base of his dick. His grip loosened and Yosuke snapped away,
hands ripping down his underwear to join his pants before they were all over
him, stroking his cock.
He grabbed the brown hairs, pulling, trying to get him off but his strength
seemed to leave him and he found himself curling forward, choking on a moan.
Yosuke’s mouth was on his cock, his hands moving between rubbing his shaft to
massaging his sac and Dojima felt his entire face turn red, his fingers
tangling in the brown hair.
“Y…Yos… Yosuke!” he tried to snarl but it melted into a moan and he clenched
his jaw, embarrassed he was letting this happen. He felt the eager mouth engulf
him to mid-length and start to move, sliding up and down which caused his legs
to shake; he leaned back and his hand hit the table behind him and all he could
do was reach back and grab the edges and take it. He was helpless and he knew
it.
He stared down at Yosuke, at his hand stroking him while his mouth worked his
head, how utterly relaxed and skilled he was and it made him flush in shame. He
was just a kid; he should be out getting ready for university and skipping
classes with his friends not sucking on his dick. The thought made him clench
his jaw even tighter. He was a police officer for fuck’s sake. He was trained
to make sure this never even happened and yet he let it.
He reached down again, attempting to get him off once more but Yosuke furrowed
his brows and his tongue stabbed into his slit making him arch and fall back
against the table, a strangled cry escaping his throat. He could feel his shirt
riding up on his stomach and Yosuke let out a moan from below him and started
furiously sucking, his hand moving faster while the other stroked underneath
his balls.
Dojima shook his head, shut his eyes and reached down to push him off but it
had been months since he had gotten a blowjob and Yosuke’s technique was unlike
the one he was used to, more desperate and sloppy. It was making him lose
control. “Y-Yosuke!”
He felt his hands pull away and move to bracing his thighs as his mouth moved
against his cock, swallowing almost to the base. Dojima couldn’t take it and he
struggled to stop himself, to prevent coming but his body betrayed him and let
loose. He gritted his teeth, thrusting up a bit into Yosuke’s mouth and his
hands gripped the table, knuckles white as he emptied his load.
Halfway through Yosuke pulled away with a gasp and Dojima felt himself come
against his stomach, groaning as he did. He bucked into nothing a few times
before his body relaxed and he slumped against the table. All he could think
about was that he was a police officer and he just came into a teenager’s
mouth.
He was going to have to kill himself or something.
“Dojima-san,” he heard his name and he opened one eye, breathing in roughly as
Yosuke came into view. He was blushing now just like him, his headphones no
longer around his neck. “S-Sorry…”
“A…Are you fucking insane,” he growled, closing his eyes again as he reached up
and slung an arm over his eyes and forehead. “I… should beat the living shit…
out of you, you know that?”
He didn’t hear a reply but there was a sound of shifting and he sighed.
“Sorry. But… You were pissing me off,” Yosuke muttered. “This is all I do,
Dojima. And… I don’t normally swallow but I made an exception for you.”
Dojima frowned and moved his arm away, leaning up on his forearms so he could
glare at the boy properly. Yosuke still was blushing and staring at him, his
hands shifting the apron over his groin where there was an obvious lump. He
stared at him.
“Yosuke-”
“Dojima, I think I’m in love with you,” he blurted and Dojima stiffened, his
blood running cold. “I-I mean, I… I think I am. I… I don’t really know.”
“…Yosuke, you need to stop right now,” he warned, his own cheeks turning red as
he started to sit up on the table, hearing it creak as he did. “Don’t confuse
this with love.”
“No, Dojima, it’s not just now!” Yosuke snapped and he stared at him, insulted
once again. “Look, it’s been a while, okay? You know…” he was struggling again
and before Dojima could say anything he was blurting out another confession. “I
only do oral because I want you to fuck me! Only you!”
He gaped at him.
“Souji and Nanako used to talk about you to me sometimes and… I don’t know!
You’re…” he couldn’t finish his sentence. “I don’t know!”
This was usually the time when he would leave; he would set himself right
without saying a word and walk out the door. He was too old to be getting
involved with romance and relationship and – more importantly – he was tired of
it. They were a thrill in his youth but as he got older he found more pleasure
in sleeping for eight hours in peace or doing Sudoku puzzles in the morning
with a cup of coffee instead of dealing with someone else.
But Yosuke was setting him off. He wasn’t fond of the boy anyways and his
confession pissed him off further. He didn’t know him, didn’t know what he had
gone through and to blindly express a romance with him… He was a fucking police
officer who came to lecture him out of concern - Not to get sucked off and told
he was loved. He got off the table and roughly grabbed him.
“You love me?” he growled and Yosuke flushed, terror flashing in his eyes. “I’m
twenty years your damn senior. You don’t know shit about me!”
He reached down and grabbed him through his apron, laying his hand flat so he
could rub and make Yosuke let out a moan. “You weren’t even a seed in your
father’s sac when I was your age!”
“D-Didn’t stop you and Souji!” he blurted out and Dojima felt the back of his
neck grow hot, his anger rising.
“Turn around,” he tossed Yosuke’s shoulder and got him to skid against the
floor so his back was to him. He grabbed him and pulled him close, his hands
diving down into his pants to slide to the front and Yosuke let out a gasp.
“-nds are cold!” his broken sentence came out but Dojima ignored it, focusing
on grabbing the kid’s cock instead to jerk him off, his other hand moving to
his ass. He leaned down and snapped at his neck, kissing the exposed smooth
skin of his shoulders and jaw before his lips were against his ear.
“Lubricant,” he demanded and Yosuke panted as he leaned against him, his back
arching and his head hitting his shoulder as he was temporarily lost in
pleasure which made Dojima pull at his earlobe. “Lubricant, Yosuke!”
“…P…Pocket…” he panted and Dojima released his cock to check, digging into the
pockets of his pants but Yosuke shook his head. He reached down into the front
of his apron and pulled out a small bottle, holding it up for him to see.
Dojima took it, judging it for a moment on how much was in it before he stepped
back and yanked at the bow of the apron causing it to unravel. He grabbed the
neck of it and yanked it over Yosuke’s head, tossing the apron on a pile of
boxes next to the table to get it out of the way and he turned on his next
target. Yosuke let out a small yelp as Dojima ripped his pants down to his
ankles, bunching them up on his sneakers.
He got down on his knees himself and spread the boy, collecting saliva in his
mouth for a second before he was against him. Yosuke let out a cry and Dojima
began prepping him, his tongue hot against his hole. He shut his eyes and let
out a breath through his nose, wondering if he had truly gone insane when he
pushed the tip of his tongue in. Wiggling it around got more of it in and
Yosuke above him to let out more pathetic cries and nonsensical begs.
He used the entire bottle of lubricant on his cock and fingers and with a wet,
sloppy motion he was inside. He had nearly forgotten what it was like to take a
virgin but the clenching around him brought it back and he let out a sigh of
pleasure. Yosuke arched against him, his legs spread and his mouth open in a
silent cry and Dojima took that moment to kiss him, feeling him squeeze his
cock while he did.
Despite how much Yosuke pissed him off – was pissing him off at that moment –
he wanted it to be enjoyable; rough play could always come later and he
suspected it would.
His first thrust in made Yosuke come.
“D-Dojima!” he shouted and he clamped a hand over his mouth, hissing as he felt
his tongue attack his fingers and his body jerk against him rapidly. He sighed,
knowing that prior he should have gotten him off but the fact one thrust made
him spill sort of stroked Dojima’s ego. He leaned down and brushed his lips
over his ear again, listening to the sounds of Yosuke choking on his moans.
“Ssh, calm down. Calm down Yosuke,” he soothed. “You wanted this remember? I’m
going to start moving now so just relax.”
He nodded against his hand and Dojima had to grin. He gave one small thrust to
test him, smiling at how it rocked him forward before he withdrew his hand and
gripped his hips, going to his usual movement of starting slow and gentle.
Yosuke arched against him and let out a pant; the sensations were new to him so
whatever he did would probably be welcomed but Dojima had a plan in mind.
Both his previous lovers were gone and with Yosuke’s sudden stupid confession
he saw a sick opportunity to get another lover under his belt. No romance just
sex as he usually stipulated now days and with Yosuke being so similar to his
previous lover… He would take him in. He started off slow, caressing Yosuke’s
sides and kissing the back of his ear; once he felt the boy start gently
thrusting back and his cock getting hard, he started fucking him harder.
Yosuke panted louder at the sensation. “D… Dojima!”
“Spread your legs more,” he commanded and his request was obeyed. Yosuke
blindly reached behind him, one hand grasping over his right one that was on
his hip and the other reaching back farther to grip his forearm to use for
leverage as he rocked against him. His head fell back once more against
Dojima’s shoulder and he could see his eyes were closed, tongue sticking out of
his mouth.
“Ah yeah,” he moaned. “Ah, Dojima… Fuck me, please…”
He raised a brow. He continued his motions, thrusting his cock inside him to
mid-shaft until he found himself growing bored with it; Yosuke still was
excited by the motions which Dojima took as him being easy to please. He
stopped thrusting; holding himself still instead to feel how he throbbed within
and Yosuke squirmed against him.
“D…Dojima?”
He let out a breath. “Bite your shirt, Yosuke.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
He frowned but did as he asked. Once he was sure he wasn’t going to let go,
Dojima let out a sigh and looked to the wall. He counted to ten, letting Yosuke
shift a bit under him before he kicked out his legs and sent him to the floor
to crash on his knees. His yell was muffled by the shirt and Dojima gripped him
hard and started to fuck him – properly, with his balls slapping his ass.
Yosuke immediately thrashed underneath and he scratched at the floor, his legs
spreading and a series of whines coming out half-muffled from his shirt but he
was bucking back in no time and Dojima panted above him, smiling as he did.
He grabbed part of his shirt and held onto it like a set of reins, slamming
into the boy enough to make his own knees weak. He only stopped to toss Yosuke
onto his back and enter him missionary, throwing his legs over his waist.
The shirt was ripped from his mouth and before Yosuke could even wail his name
his mouth was against his. He gripped him, fucked him hard, made sure he knew
who was in charge and Yosuke moaned into his mouth.
“D-Dojima! Yes!” he would shout every time they had to part.
He took him against the table, against the floor and against that damned door
that led to the outside. Boxes were kicked, the headphones were nearly stepped
on, the incense holder was knocked off its place and the pack of condoms lay
unused by the chair, Dojima preferring to take Yosuke raw so he knew he was
his; all casualties of his lust that came with a new lover.
The boy merely clung to him, begged for him, came at every new position and
when finally Dojima could feel his stamina draining, Yosuke grabbed him by the
collar and kissed him deeply.
“Dojima... Dojima, I fucking love you!” he breathed against him. “Fuck me
more!”
“Yosuke,” he hissed back. “You are mine, you understand?”
“Y-Yes!”
It was all he needed.
When he was done and tucking himself away he looked to Yosuke who was sitting
on the chair, struggling to get his apron on, his headphones bent on his neck.
Dojima reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, placing it between
his lips.
“I don’t want to ever hear of this room being used again, Yosuke,” he said, not
bothering to look at him when he felt his eyes on the back of his head.
There was a span of silence and an awkward shift as Yosuke moved on the chair.
“What about us?”
“What about us.”
“Are… we going to use this room?” he asked and Dojima knew what he was looking
for. He merely pulled out his lighter to ignite his cigarette.
“No, Yosuke,” he said in a gruff voice, looking behind his shoulder at him to
the boy who tried not to show a disappointed expression. He turned back to the
door. “I fuck my lovers on my bed, not in tiny little closets.”
He heard Yosuke choke a bit. “Y… Your bed?”
“Or the couch, whatever I feel like,” he snapped. “I’ll expect you to be as
obedient there as you were in here.”
“So… So you-”
“I’m not going to say it,” he opened the door. “But whenever you need it or I
want it, my bedroom is open.” He was about to leave when something stopped him
and he looked over his shoulder at the blushing teenager who was sitting up in
his chair. “You’re mine, Yosuke and your mouth is only going to be on me from
now on, you hear? Get a second job. I will not tolerate my lovers cheating.”
He began to walk, shoving his hand in his pocket as he did and he briefly asked
himself what the hell he was doing when he pushed the thought from his mind.
This was an easy way to keep him in check, keep him safe if you will and both
of them got something out of it.
He was insane.
He’d have to stop in town to get some lubricant – he had a feeling he would see
Yosuke on his doorstep sometime soon.
 
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***** The Basement Floor *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warning for semi-public sex. I wrote this at 2am. Two! In the
     morning! Man, I used to be crazy when I wrote during my work days. I
     guess I had an overabundance of creativity due to my job being so
     mindless. And yes, I miss those days.
“I’m looking for Dojima-san,” a voice came from around the corner making
Ryotaro Dojima look up from his paperwork. He turned around in his chair,
waiting as he heard the clack of heels against the linoleum and blinked in
surprise as Souji followed one of the office assistant’s, a bag slung over his
shoulder.
“Here he is,” she said politely before she bowed and walked back to her area.
Dojima looked to his nephew, a bit confused until Souji handed him the bag.
Right, he forgot. He had left him a note on the table that morning with
instructions.
“Thanks kid,” Dojima muttered as he opened it to see a pair of clothes nearly
placed inside, one of his ties pre-knotted on top. “I appreciate this a lot.”
“Of course, Dojima-san,” Souji replied pleasantly as his eyes scanned the room,
looking at the mounds of papers stacked on people’s desks and on top of filing
cabinets before he focused back on his uncle. “This is your office?”
Dojima turned to look at what Souji had seen and he gave a nod, waving his hand
as an afterthought. “Yeah, I know it’s messy right now but it usually is clean.
Too many people booked vacations this year and they all seemed to end up in
this month.”
His nephew’s right brow rose and he seemed to smirk for a moment before it
faded. Dojima frowned, about to ask when Souji began to speak. “So a lot of
people are away right now?”
He scowled at him and pointed a finger to reprimand him. “There are still
plenty of cops around so don’t think you can go out and get into trouble. I
know you don’t always go to work in the evenings-”
“That’s not what I was thinking,” Souji began to say and Dojima blinked in
confusion, unsure of what to think. He was about to ask what was churning in
that unpredictable head of his when Souji leaned down, his mouth beside his
ear, his hot breath teasing his skin. “There’s not that many people here right
now, Ryotaro. And since I won’t see you tonight I thought I’d give you
something special to make up for it. Is there anywhere here we can go?”
“Huh?” he didn’t mean to say it so stupidly but it was the first thing out of
his mouth. Souji chuckled.
“I want to fuck you before I leave, Ryo.”
Dojima closed his mouth and immediately began to flush. He looked down at the
paperwork in front of him that needed to be filed, the endless expense reports
that needed to go to accounting and his coffee mug that was staining his
notebook and he sighed. He rubbed his eyes, regretting his decision for the one
hundredth time to let his nephew engage in a secret affair with him before he
contemplated his options, his neck growing hot.
Souji leaned up with a smile.
He could refuse him, send him out and scold him later for wanting to commit
such acts in a public place but goddamn if work wasn’t making it easy to say
yes to get him away from his desk and uncomfortable chair and filing. Besides,
it was true they wouldn’t see each other that night and despite how frigid he
chose to come off, he enjoyed the nights when they both slicked their lust for
each other, something that he hadn’t done in a week due to their schedules.
On the other hand, he could get fired or arrested if they were found. Souji was
still seventeen and a forty year old having sex with a seventeen year old – who
happens to be his nephew – would most likely end in a huge scandal. Not to
mention he had put away enough people in jail to know he never wanted to end up
on the other side of the bars.
Didn’t stop him from fucking him, his brain reminded him and he scowled at
himself, pushing away the logical side of his mind that seemed to always want
to come out right when he was content.
It was twelve thirty anyways and he had sent Adachi out to grab some food with
a couple of yen from his pocket not too long ago. His boss was currently in a
meeting with a fellow sergeant so both would not be back soon to notice he was
gone.
He looked to Souji who gave him a naughty smile and he sighed louder, his hand
coming up to comb through his receding hair. “There’s…” he paused as he mapped
the layout of the building in his mind’s eye. “…A ladies bathroom in the
basement. Most of the girls are on the fourth and fifth floor so they don’t go
down there. T-Take the stall furthest from the door.”
Souji said nothing and turned on his heel, brushing past one of the interns as
he made his way to the elevator. Dojima began to question why the hell he was
doing this, why on earth he would take a chance like this but he brushed the
negativity from his thoughts. It was the middle of summer and his mind was
already a mess due to the heat and stress. Yes, that was it, he couldn’t be
helped.
He looked at the clock, counted to thirty before he went to the elevators and
hit the down button, watching his boss’ assistant out of the corner of his eye
pull out her lunch and slip her feet a bit out of her high heels. Everyone
acted different in the summer, he mused once more. He couldn’t be fully blamed
for his lack of judgement in wanting to have a quick fuck before going back to
work. The heat made you sluggish and a pick-me up was needed when available.
He stepped into the empty elevator, hitting the button for the basement floor
about five times before he crossed his arms and waited. A quick fuck, that was
all. Then he’ll come back, get his filing done and head out with Adachi to go
question the Fujikawa’s about their son.
The doors finally closed with a soft click and he stood in silence as the
elevator sprung to life, dragging him down to the basement where his stomach
began to churn.
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Souji was sitting on the toilet waiting for him. He was in a casual position,
his legs spread and his jacket off, slung over the door but his cock was out of
his pants and erect. Dojima tried not to blush as he looked down at it, but he
found himself doing so despite himself. His nephew was a good size and knowing
it would soon be lodged in his body made him shiver.
“Cold?” Souji asked and Dojima shrugged.
“I guess,” he lied.
“Ryo,” Souji began in a warm tone, eager to skip the small talk, to start and
he didn’t need to be told twice as he shut the door behind him, now enclosed in
the tight space with his nephew. He loosened his tie a bit, taking off his
watch for good measure before he was on his knees, leaning down to lick at the
precome forming, his tongue rolling over the slit lazily. Souji took in a sharp
breath and his hands reached down to gently tangle in his hair, keeping them
there as Dojima began to take the head into his mouth, his tongue still lapping
at the leaking slit. He moved forward a bit more, giving himself room to angle
his head and his lips slid down the side of Souji’s shaft, pausing at the base
for a moment as his left hand came up to join.
He started licking around the base until he hit Souji’s balls, focusing on them
as he began to pump the hard cock that were enclosed around his fingers. He
could feel Souji straighten, knew his stomach muscles were tightening and he
pulled away, his strokes now becoming light as not to encourage him to come too
soon. Souji dug his fingers into his scalp but he ignored it, his tongue lying
flat on the underside of his cock for a brief moment before his hand went back
into action.
“Souji, not yet,” he muttered and his nephew flushed, his hands moving to grip
the sides of his head, massaging behind his ears.
“Yeah, I’ll try,” he replied and Dojima nodded before pulling his hand away,
using his mouth now to slide up and down the rather large shaft. His free hands
came up to frame the base of Souji’s cock and he moved his thumbs over enough
to massage the heavy sack dropping down from it causing Souji to moan and
shift. The boy was eager, was large enough but his stamina was still low and
Dojima found himself falling into a slow rhythm as to not excite his lover too
much and cause him to come early. He wanted to enjoy this while he could. His
fingertips massaged the skin around them and he let out soft moans against the
throbbing cock in his mouth, swallowing the precome that came from the action.
Despite his best efforts he knew Souji was going to come soon and he brought
his head up, paused when Souji’s cock felt like it was going to fall from his
mouth and thrust down quickly, taking it all in at once. Souji’s moan echoed in
the silent bathroom and his fingers dug into Dojima’s skull, pulling to make
him do it again. He repeated his action and felt the hands push down as if
encouraging him to take in more despite being at his limit already.
He let Souji do it, though, let him fuck his mouth with hard thrusts that made
his legs clench together and his cock ache against the confined position it was
in. He felt his cheeks grow red at the noises he made and his fear of them
getting caught came bubbling in the back of his mind.
A foot came between his legs and he opened his eyes for a second in shock
before shutting them tight and letting it force itself in. Dojima humped what
he was offered, rubbed himself shamelessly against Souji’s leg as he sucked on
his cock, listening to the moans fill the stall and echo throughout the room.
He felt his own release coming, his legs clenching around his nephew’s foot
when his head was shoved down and held still. He knew what was coming. He
relaxed his throat, flexing his fingers against the skin under him and his
thumbs pushed the now-tight sack causing Souji to yell and spill his semen down
his throat. Dojima pulled away with a gasp, the come coming sliding down his
throat as he swallowed and both panted hard, neither one looking at each other
as they did.
Souji’s hands laced into his hair once again and he was pulled up to meet him
in a kiss, his tongue rolling over the one that met his. He tasted like the
melon sodas he always drank and Dojima gripped his hands as he pushed against
him, wanting more. Souji broke the kiss, moaning as he did before they kissed
again and again, enough for Dojima to rub himself off against the foot still
caught between his legs.
“Ryotaro,” Souji sighed and he tilted his head so he could attack his right
ear, yanking on his lobe with his teeth. Dojima moaned, his hands dragging down
his thighs, gripping the black school slacks for a moment before he pulled
away. Adachi wouldn’t be that late in bringing back food. He had to hurry this
up. Souji looked at him, confused.
“Lubricant,” he muttered and Souji frowned before he dug into his pockets. “I
don’t have much time, Souji. I need to get back to work. Just fuck me quick,
alright?”
He sighed but complied. Dojima shook as he stood up, fumbling with his belt
until Souji reached over and helped. Thankfully, none of his come had stained
the front but his underwear was damp and he knew it would soak in eventually.
He kicked his pants off to the side and let his briefs hit the floor with a wet
slap, his legs spreading as Souji poured the lubricant into his hands and
reached up to tease his hole.
“Move closer,” he commanded and Dojima obeyed. He braced himself on the walls
of the bathroom stall, staring down as Souji began fingering him, the slickness
and force making him wince. He calmed himself, shifting in place as he watched
and slight pain disappeared leaving him now to bit his lip to keep from
moaning. A kiss against his hardening cock did not help.
“Souji,” he tried not to whine but it came out as one anyways. His nephew smile
and reached between him with both hands now, two index fingers entering his
body and thrusting together in a rhythm. They pulled apart, stretching him and
he nearly fell forward at the brief pain, his legs snapping shut. Souji let out
a small laugh.
“Sorry, but you said hurry,” he commented and Dojima scowled at him, clenching
against the fingers in a warning.
“I said hurry, not tear me open!”
Souji just continued to chuckle but he didn’t do it again. He withdrew one
hand, using it to stroke himself back to hardness and two fingers slipped into
Dojima’s body, curling up as they thrust. Dojima thrust gently back against
them and he let out a pant as a third finger pushed its way in to be with the
others. He rode them, his eyes closing as he did and he felt himself starting
to leak when they pulled away leaving him at a loss.
“Ryo, I’m ready,” Souji announced and Dojima opened his eyes to stare at his
nephew, looking to his upright cock before he nodded. It was awkward settling
down on it as he kept having to brace the walls to readjust when his aim was
off but once Souji got his cock inside Dojima found himself arching against
him. He gritted his teeth and leaned forward, his forehead connecting with his,
sighing as he did. Souji licked his lips, looking to him for a moment before he
smiled in pleasure. “I love you.”
Dojima eyes opened and he flushed. “I…” he hung his head low as he churned over
the words that didn’t want to come out. It was embarrassing. “…love you too.”
Souji laughed at his confession prompting him to clench against him hard so the
boy would buck. It didn’t stop him from laughing. “You still have trouble
saying it, Ryo?” he teased and Dojima growled, his right hand coming down to
lightly slap the boy upside the head.
“Are you going to fuck me or not? I have work to do!”
“Fine, fine,” Souji kept laughing and his hands reached down to rest on his
hips before he slammed himself up making Dojima flinch in shock. He never got
used to when Souji would start since he constantly underestimated the boy. He
didn’t look very powerful as he was skinny as a rail but he had it in him and
he seemed to only use it when he was fucking him. It was one reason Dojima
didn’t let him take the lead very often when they did have sex; he knew when he
got back upstairs, sitting would be very uncomfortable for a few hours.
He didn’t have time to dwell much on it as another thrust hit his prostate and
he jerked violently, bucking erratically in response. “S-Souji!”
“Hit your sweet spot already?” he smiled and he angled himself again, thrusting
up shallow making Dojima whine. He was rewarded with a relentless assault of
hard, fast fucks and his arms wrapped around Souji’s neck as he buried his head
in his neck, letting out a shameful moan as he did. He thrust back but he
couldn’t match his nephew’s pace and he ended up letting the boy fuck him hard,
his feet constantly shifting against the tile floors to keep him upright.
He chose to passionately kiss him to make up for his lack of contribution to
the act and Souji leaned his head back as he sucked his tongue, the boy’s
cheeks red and his eyes glazing over.
Despite his pace, Souji’s stamina was once again limited and he angled himself
to hit Dojima’s prostate, both moaning into the air as he did. Dojima braced
himself against the walls by his forearms, his head falling back as he rode
Souji hard, his cock slapping against his stomach. Souji gripped his hips with
a bruising force, his nails dragging down to leave marks before his orgasm hit
him.
His erratic thrusting after caused Dojima to go over the edge and he let out a
strangled cry as he tried to swallow it down, his body shaking as his cock
spilled onto his shirt and stomach. He clenched, not wanting to let Souji go,
to make him stay inside his body but he eventually relaxed and his nephew
struggled to pull out.
A bit of come spilled to the floor when he did and the two remained motionless,
panting hard as sweat clung to their foreheads and thighs. Dojima struggled to
move, catching himself before he fell backwards as he stood up. Souji blinked
in a haze and stared between his legs before he reached between them, his
fingers running over Dojima’s well-fucked hole and he pulled them back to
reveal the come that was leaking out. Dojima flushed.
“I-I can’t control that,” he muttered in a shaky voice and Souji smiled before
he brought his fingers up to his lips, licking at the fluid. It was almost
enough to get Dojima hard but his body was too exhausted to try. He focused on
getting himself presentable again and he sighed at the come now staining his
shirt. Great.
“I’ll get that,” Souji offered and he reached down, tucking his flaccid cock
away before moving around Dojima to exit the stall. Dojima stood, his head now
pounding and he looked down to his underwear that lay on the floor knowing
there was no way it would dry in less than a minute. He picked them up and used
them to wipe away the come on his stomach and between his legs when Souji
returned with some wet paper towels. He rubbed at the stain causing it to get
bigger but less distinguishable as a come spot which would have to do,
considering the circumstances.
“I guess you’ll have to change once you get back,” he said and Dojima sighed,
knowing he was right. He grabbed his pants, putting them on without his
underwear and he stepped out from the stall, looking back to stare at the
stains on the floor. Souji smiled. “Leave them.”
He blushed but didn’t make an effort to clean it up. It turned him on a bit,
seeing their mess, knowing they defiled the stall. He turned to Souji and
grabbed his hand, slapping the wet briefs in them as he started for the door.
“Wash those when you get home.”
“Sure,” Souji grinned but he stayed in place. Dojima paused, waiting for him
and he stiffened as he watched Souji bring them up to his lips, licking at the
wetness that surrounded the front.
“Stop that! I need to get to work!” he spat and Souji shrugged, licking his
lips.
“Just wanted to savor the moment, Dojima-san,” he mocked before he slipped past
him out the door. Dojima sighed, trying to calm down his perverted mind and he
headed to the elevators, his hands now in his pockets, following his nephew as
they went. Once they reached the elevators, Souji pulled him down for a kiss,
his mouth still tasting like melon soda making Dojima’s heart race.
“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he commented as the elevator door opened. “Work
hard, Dojima-san.”
“I will,” he muttered watching the doors close and once he was sure the car had
gone up he let out a sigh and reached to touch his ass. He could feel the pain
starting to settle in and he frowned, not wanting to sit in that uncomfortable
chair of his to further irritate himself. His elevator came fairly quickly and
when he got back to his desk there was a bowl of ramen noodles on it. Across
from him Adachi was finishing his.
“Dojima-san, there you are!” he said, nearly springing up but Dojima raised his
hand, indicating he could stay seated. “Where have you been? Hey, your shirt’s
got a stain-”
“I was having a smoke then I went for a piss and got water on myself. What do
you want,” he said in one breath as he struggled to sit down, pain shooting up
his rear as he did. Adachi frowned as he looked at him and he took out a
receipt, handing it to him. Dojima focused on it, wondering what the hell he
wanted when he began to speak again.
“You didn’t give me enough change so I had to dig into my own pocket. You owe
me-”
“Shut up, Adachi,” Dojima snapped, his usual mood coming back as the sex he
just had now disappearing from his thoughts. “You’re lucky I even gave you any
money! Do you know how long I paid for my superior’s meals?! If you keep up
your bitching, we’re going to go to that, alright!”
Adachi slumped in his seat. “You’re so mean, Dojima-san.”
He felt the need for a cigarette come over his body and he stood up, fishing
the pack from his pocket, his eyes on the floor. “Yeah, I am Adachi.”
 
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***** The Places You'll Go *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Kink Meme Prompt as Follows: Souji/submissive Dojima - kinks: oral
     sex, humiliation, face-spitting. Souji somehow discovers that Dojima
     has a submissive side, and fucks his mouth VERY roughly, then spits
     in his face when he's done. Bonus points if he makes Dojima cry.
     This is the spiritual predecessor to 'Wicked Game'. It's not pretty
     and the kink meme prompt above should indicate it. Warning for
     noncon, humiliation, dirty talk, and minor violence.
He found it out while cleaning, off all things – the secret side to his uncle.
Although he was told frequently to ‘stay the fuck out of his room’, Soui had
entered the forbidden realm one Sunday morning because he couldn’t stand seeing
the mess that was there for another moment every time he walked down the hall.
The typical grey shirts his uncle wore were stuffed into a drawer, his pants
being the same despite how clearly expensive they were and not meant to be
folded incorrectly. And the socks, the socks that lay everywhere next to the
eternally unmade futon. Souji cringed every time he went by.
That amount of disorganization and messiness bothered him more than anything
else in his life at that point and he finally snapped on the day he saw a
blazer kicked in a corner so he told Nanako he would be cleaning. Both of them
washed the clothes in this house and for Dojima-san to constantly disregard
putting the nice, folded shirts and pants properly away had to be dealt with.
He burst into the room with a fierce determination.
Once inside, however, he felt guilt enter his head. Dojima-san told him not to
go into his room and he was breaking a promise he made.
“Souji, keep it together,” he snapped, shaking his mind clear of negative
thoughts. “Think of how he’ll praise you when he sees how his room is organized
and neat!” Yes, the things in life that mattered. It was a theory Souji was
testing but he was finding it very plausible with his research that if a
household is neat and tidy and everything is set out properly then the
participants would be happy. Nanako-chan was happy all the time at his constant
rearranging of the messy kitchen and table and even Dojima-san seemed less
moody some nights when the Sushi was in the fridge where it should be and there
wasn’t an alarm clock in its place instead.
He rolled up his sleeves and began to work, picking up every sock and laying
them out before he made perfect pairs with them. No more mismatched blue and
black socks, something that frequently made him want to hiss when Dojima-san
sported it.
He made up the futon, careful to make sure the order would be the most
efficient to unroll once the night came before he straightened the various
tossed about objects on top of the dresser and began his ultimate mission. The
drawers.
He nearly wept at the sight of one of Dojima-san’s shirts sporting a crease
caused by it being shoved unceremoniously into the top drawer. He pulled out
every one that he knew would just be a shame for him to wear around town –
after all, these shirts were a reflection of his and Nanako’s work – and put
them in a pile to be ironed later. Those that were acceptable were folded
properly and placed in the drawer according to color. Grey was nearest to the
right, where he suspected Dojima-san would reach when he first got up, and
casual clothes and muted colors followed to the left where Dojima-san would go
when possibly more awake.
He smirked at his job, wondering the praise he would get from it before he
moved to the second drawer. There was a box inside of it and various pairs of
socks and ties mixed with underwear, all tangled in a mess leaving Souji
sighing but continuing his task. The box contained numerous cufflinks and an
old watch, obviously put there with intention of it one day being fixed. He
decided to leave the contents alone and worked on the various accessory
clothing and their perfect fit within the space. Ties were pre-knotted and
placed on top of each other, socks were rolled into neat balls and underwear
was placed in neat piles closest to the right. He doubted Dojima-san slept in
the nude but he assumed he must change every day. The amount of pairs in the
hamper that were his must be an indication.
Finally he reached where Dojima-san threw his slacks and began pulling out the
creased and inside-out pairs, sighing as he did. He recognized some of the
brands by their labels and he knew Dojima-san probably ignored that but he
couldn’t. If he was to wear a designer pair of slacks then they would look as
if they were brand new like they were intended to be.
He didn’t bother arranging the ones that looked acceptable in the drawer as the
pile he had to iron had grown significantly. He decided to first iron out the
wrinkles then once done he would come back and rearrange the rest. He doubted
his uncle would be home so there was no need to rush.
“Big bro, I’m doing the laundry!” he heard a cheerful cry echo from downstairs
and he smiled, gathering up the bundle of clothes.
“Coming!”
He returned an hour later with every piece of clothing folded perfectly and
ironed to a crisp, the pile now a neat bundle within his arms. It made him feel
good, like his diligence was increasing when he began to put the items away and
fold the rest of his pants. That’s when he came across his secret.
--
Souji sat in the kitchen, mulling over a cup of coffee, his eyes dark as they
focused on the fridge. His previous innocent mood was gone and was now replaced
with a terrible desire that burned down his neck, hissing to lash out. He only
had to wait for the other half of his party to come in before he could commence
with his game and he was growing a bit impatient. He said he would be home
tonight.
“Big bro… is there something wrong?” Nanako asked from the living room and he
narrowed his eyes, not turning to her so his intentions would not be revealed.
“No, Nanako-chan,” he said softly. “Just… waiting on your dad to come home.”
“Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, he said he’d be home soon.”
He’d better be he thought as he reached down and gripped his cup, his
fingernails scraping the sides as he went over the plan in his head once more
to make sure it was solid. Dojima would come home as per usual and then once he
did he would-
“I’m home,” the call came and Souji’s eyes flickered to the hallway, his
fingers scratching the sides of his cup roughly in anticipation.
“Welcome home Dad!” Nanako cried and she whizzed past Souji, her arms out as
she hugged her father. He smiled down at her and patted her head with his free
hand, moving slowly to the right as he did to try and escape her grasp.
“Hi sweetheart,” he smiled in a typical fatherly tone and Souji’s eye narrowed
as he stared at the man causing Dojima to look up at him as if he sensed his
motives, his eyes hardening as their gaze met.
“Souji,” he muttered as he turned towards the stairs and Nanako frowned,
reaching out to pull at her father’s shirt.
“Dad, we bought dinner,” she started and he stopped on the first stair, giving
her a small smile as he detached her hand.
“I’m just going to put away my coat, honey,” he said in a calm voice before he
disappeared making Nanako give a nod and run to the fridge to pull out the
sushi that was tucked away in the door. After she juggled getting the
chopsticks in one hand and the box in the other she quickly moved to the living
room to set things up for the three of them. Souji remained motionless, his
eyes still forward but his ears listening and he heard a curse from upstairs.
The game was beginning.
“What the fuck!” he heard Dojima yell from the top of the stairs and it wasn’t
long before he was stomping down them, his eyes fierce as he looked to the two
of them. “Who the hell went in my room!”
Nanako clenched her teeth and looked to Souji which made Dojima instantly focus
on him. He sipped his cup calmly, not fazed by the glare. “Souji, what have I
told you! You don’t touch anything in my room!”
“Why, uncle?” he said in a cold tone. “Afraid I might find something?”
Dojima seemed to turn red as he made his way over, his hand slamming down on
the table causing a few pencils to fall to the floor.
“What are you trying to pull you little shit-” he growled and as Souji opened
his mouth, prepared to humiliate the man, Nanako’s voice came out.
“W-Why are you two fighting!?” she cried and he closed his mouth, his jaw
tight, reminding himself she was still around. Dojima’s gaze flickered over to
her and he let out an annoyed sigh before he replied with his usual response.
“We’re not fighting, we’re just discussing loudly, honey,” he tried to sugar
coat it. Souji drummed his hand against his cup before he kicked his chair out
and stood up making Dojima flinch in shock.
“I need some fresh air,” he commented, his eyes meeting his uncle’s for a
moment before he headed to the back door and slid the glass pane open. He
slowly walked to the side of the deck, leaning against the wall waiting for
Dojima to follow and sure enough he came, like a dog, shutting the door behind
him, pushing a cigarette into his mouth as he did. Once his gaze locked on
Souji he felt the fire inside him surge. Now the game could properly begin.
This was going to be fun.
“I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, kid,” Dojima began to growl as
he lit his cigarette, moving towards him in a way that was supposed to be
intimidating. It amused Souji instead. “But when I give an order, I expect you
to listen. Don’t you go in my room, do you understand?”
Souji laughed at his command causing his uncle to blink in shock before it was
replaced with a scowl.
“You think this is funny?”
“I do, Dojima,” he licked his lips. “I do.”
He made his move and before Dojima could react he was thrown against the glass
door causing it to shake from the impact. Souji’s hand thrust down and he
grabbed Dojima hard through his pants making his uncle’s breath catch and the
cigarette to fall to the deck. Somewhere inside the house he heard Nanako’s
voice but he ignored it. He needed to do this now otherwise he’d lose his
chance forever.
“Ordering me around like a man? Please. I saw, Dojima, what you really want,”
he hissed against his neck and the look on his uncle’s face was priceless;
there was a slight hint he knew what he meant but he chose to be confused and
act in shock. Souji decided to press further. “You want someone to fuck you,
don’t you? A thick-cocked guy? Hard up your ass, right? That’s what those huge
fucking toys and filthy magazines were in your pants drawer for, weren’t they?
To fuel your fantasies of being fucked by a monster cock?”
Dojima’s mouth slowly closed and a blush was starting to cross his face after
his words hit his ears. His eyes broke, staring anywhere but at him and Souji
grinned as he witnessed his uncle at a loss for once.
“S-Souji,” he was trying to become dominate one again; take his place back as
the alpha male but Souji wouldn’t allow it. His nails dug into his uncle’s cock
that rested on his right side and he shoved a knee between his legs so his body
could be closer, make Dojima feel small. The man shook under his hand. “Souji,
get off.”
“That’s not what you really want,” Souji spoke for him, his nails grazing up
the confined cock before it scraped over his belt and ripped his tucked in
shirt out of his pants. “I saw it all, you know. Everything you want, Dojima. I
saw that you really aren’t as tough as you play yourself up to be. You want a
cock banging your virgin ass, don’t you? Or maybe fingers banging you until you
come like a slut! How about jizz coating your throat as well? Well, it’s your
lucky day. I think I’ll grant you one of your desires.”
Dojima began to shake and Souji knew he had won. He refused to look at him, his
eyes on the deck as his face took on a look of shame and the glass door slid
open making him choke and Souji pull away.
“Daddy? Big bro? Are you okay?!” Nanako asked for what was probably a fourth
time, her head peering out the door. Dojima refused to look at her, his eyes on
the neighbour’s houses and Souji put his hands in his pockets, giving her a
small shrug and a completely innocent smile.
“We’re fine. Your dad’s just had a long day. He’ll be inside in a bit after he
finishes his cigarette, alright Nanako-chan?” he said in a sweet tone that
relieved the girl and made her go back inside, the door closing. When he turned
to look at his uncle he saw his eyes had finally locked on him, his teeth
clenching. He slowly bent down on the deck, reaching for the cigarette he had
dropped and he cleared his throat, gaining some courage to speak.
“What the hell has gotten into you, Souji,” was all he could say in a shaky
voice, in denial from what he had heard and Souji grinned down as him before he
lashed out and gripped his hair. He tugged hard so Dojima fell on his knees and
hissed at the pain that was certainly driving through his skull right about
then, his one hand coming up to try and pry his fingers away.
“I don’t know,” he admitted before he mulled over his reasons. “I guess seeing
you aren’t the family man you act like reminded me of my father who tries so
hard to have us be the perfect image of a family. And I hate my father,
Dojima.” He tugged angrily and Dojima winced, his nails scratching the wooden
deck. “And since he’s not around to let my anger out on, I guess you’ll do.”
Dojima looked up at him in horror. It made Souji lick his lips. That excuse
will have to do.
“Besides,” Souji let out a snort, giving a shrug. “You want this. Your little
filthy drawer indicates as much anyways.”
Dojima’s gaze went to the deck and Souji could feel his humiliation radiate
from him which set him off more. He sported a wicked grin. “Never thought you’d
be into being a cock slut, considering you were married to a woman and have a
daughter. How would Chisato feel about you desecrating her memory like this?”
He saw something in his uncle snap and he made a move to lunge but Souji kicked
him straight in the jaw sending him sprawling off the deck, his cigarette
bouncing back to its original place where it had been dropped. Souji leapt off
and unzipped himself, kicking his uncle’s hand that he brought up before his
foot connected with his throat making him gasp and cough violently. It was a
perfect time to attack and he gripped Dojima’s hair, forcing his head up,
winning the pathetically short battle.
Dojima clenched his teeth before he opened his now bloody mouth to speak, to
say something that never found its way out due to Souji forcing his cock in and
holding his uncle still, his thumbnails digging into the side of his eyes to
blind him for a moment. Dojima made a retching noise and he tried to get away
but it was useless as Souji had the upper hand.
“Shut up,” he hissed. “You will suck me and you will swallow, do you
understand?!” Dojima didn’t move as his right eye opened and stared at him in
pain and Souji drew a hand away to slap the side of his face hard, almost
causing him to bite down.
“Bite down, and I’ll really make this unpleasant,” he warned and his uncle
breathed hard before he relaxed his jaw, both eyes opening and he stared down
at his chest in shame at the degrading act, his breaths ragged as the exhaled
from his nose. Souji felt his hands snake up to cling as his pants but a raise
of his hand made him stop.
“Just suck you slut,” he commanded and Dojima swallowed in embarrassment before
his tongue began to move. He was slow at it, timid, and obviously inexperienced
as Souji had guessed since his only means of practice was a large black
vibrator. He decided to tolerate it for a bit, let his uncle relax but after a
while he tired of how boring it was and found his mind wandering. The magazines
that had been hidden in with the vibrator indicated Dojima was into rougher
things and Souji found himself gripping his uncle by the hair once more,
forcing him into a sitting position that would suit his needs better.
Once he had gotten him where he wanted he dug his nails into his skull and
pulled up, knowing it would be painful and he was rewarded with watching Dojima
wince, a shudder coming from his shoulders. It amused Souji, briefly, and he
cupped his uncle’s chin forcing him to look up so that their eyes could meet he
gave him a cold smile, nails digging in just like before.
“Relax, and you better not puke,” Souji commanded before he slammed his hips
down causing Dojima to shake from the short warning he had been given. His
hands shot out and gripped Souji’s leg but he ignored it, his efforts now put
into roughly fucking the mouth around him, his own pleasure the number one
thing he needed. He could feel how much Dojima wanted to react, to shove him
off or do something to escape but he knew he had him in the palm of his hand
and he could abuse him however he chose. The way he fucked his throat was an
indication and he felt Dojima give in and just keep his eyes closed, letting
him do as he wished like the pathetic dog he was.
The power he had over him awakened something in Souji that he knew he probably
couldn't go back from. The power to dominate someone else, to command his
pleasure when he wanted, to make someone suffer for his needs; it was sick and
wrong and exactly what he wanted after being so goddamn forgiving all the time.
He always let others use him and now he finally got that given back to him in
an unexpected way.
He licked his lips as he looked down at his uncle, at his red ears and cheeks
and his closed clenched eyes. There was a bit of him that felt guilty about
this but hell, Dojima had kinks as he had found out that afternoon. The tough
cop was just an act, a rouse to make people do what he wanted and Souji was
tired of it. If Dojima so badly wanted secretly to be dominated then why not
give him what he wanted? He could have thrown him off at any time and he
didn’t.
He let out a deep chuckle, fingers yanking on the short black strands hard
making Dojima whine as his neck angled. He thrust down harder, faster, making
sure that the base of his cock was fully sheathed in that wet, hot mouth each
time before he felt a ripple in his stomach. He was going to spill his load.
Delightful.
“Get ready to swallow,” he hissed as he fucked the mouth before him and it
didn’t take long for him to release, biting his lip as he did. Dojima strained
against him, his fingers clutching at his thighs, trembling, before they
stopped. Souji let out a moan of satisfaction and looked down to see if his
uncle had listened, his cock pulling away. He watched Dojima struggle, his hand
coming up to his mouth but Souji’s eyes hardened.
“Fucking swallow, Ryotaro.”
Dojima flushed before his adam’s apple moved.
He drew his hand away, his eyes focused on the grass of the lawn before he let
out an anguished gasp, his hand clasping over his mouth once again as he tried
to steady himself. Souji licked his lips, his head filling with disgusting,
horrid acts he wished to commit when the glass door began to slide open. He
quickly pulled up his pants and stepped to the side to block Nanako of Dojima’s
state.
“Big bro, Dad, are you coming? The sushi shouldn’t sit out too long!”
“We’re coming, Nanako-chan,” Souji answered before he set his sights on Dojima;
he was shaking, saliva dripping from his mouth and a few tears falling from his
eyes. He looked like a wreck. It made Souji smile in accomplishment.
“Ryotaro,” he purred, reaching down to grip at his uncle’s chin, forcing him to
meet his eyes so he could fully appreciate how much he probably mentally
damaged him. Dojima bit his lip, his teeth shaking for a moment before he did.
“You’re mine, you understand? You’re my toy now until the end of this year.”
He tried shaking his head but Souji ignored it, chuckling instead as he stroked
his chin with his thumb. “We’re going to have fun, Ryotaro, you’ll see! I’ll
make sure of it…”
With that he slapped him hard and spit on his face. He turned, smirking as he
saw the tent in his uncle’s pants and made his way back to the house, taking
his time to step inside. He felt like a new person, like this was now his
domain to rule, to make fit to see as he wanted. Nanako sat where she usually
did, completely oblivious to what had transpired outside and Souji patted her
innocent head, taking his seat across from her.
Yes, this was going to be fun, this little game he found he could now play.
Dojima didn’t come inside for a long time and when he did, he went straight to
bed.
 
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***** Torrent *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Warning for Tentacles, Language, Dubcon/Noncon, Double & Triple
     Penetration. Crimony.
     I mean, here's Adachi. I could literally have written hundreds of
     other things with him. But nope. Tentacle monster sex. And you know
     what? It's glorious.
He ground his teeth a bit more as he stared out into his world, waiting for the
little bastard and his stupid friends to come find him. They were taking their
sweet time and it was starting to aggravate him; it was nearly Christmas and
they still hadn’t come.
Maybe they gave up, he thought with a bit of bitterness. He really actually
wanted to fight, to destroy them and use his gun to shoot Dojima’s little
shining star right between his eyes but if they gave up then… it should be a
good thing. The fog would come, he would be king, and…
Adachi sighed as he jumped down from the pile of broken televisions he has been
sitting on. No, he wanted a fight; he wanted something to suffer just as he
had. He began to pace, his teeth grinding as he opened the chamber of his gun
and flicked it, listening to the sound of it spin on its axis and a movement
made him pause.
Something dark was making circles near a tower of busted glass and broken wood
and Adachi narrowed his eyes as he watched. It looked like a lumpy dog but he
knew that was impossible. He began to move towards it, snapping the gun chamber
back in place as he did and he came across a shadow that looked like a small
jellyfish. It kept going around in circles as if it was lost and Adachi let out
a sigh. He shoved his gun back in its holster.
“Hey,” he said in an annoyed tone and the jellyfish thing stopped, its weird
tentacles pooling under its body to push itself up to hear his voice. He
watched it with a raised brow. “What are you doing over here? You’re supposed
to be in the maze.”
It shook and made a weird cooing noise before it was back on the ground and
moved towards him. It swiftly made circles around him, as if it was sniffing
the ground and once it was satisfied it brought its ‘legs’ back up so it could
peer at him – or that’s what he assumed it was doing, it had no eyes so he
couldn’t tell. He didn’t have time for this and he turned around to go back to
climb his throne of broken electronics but the jellyfish shot in front of him,
moving back and forth and it raised itself up again.
Adachi waved it off. “Go back to the maze,” he commanded. “I don’t have time
for this.”
It followed him once more and one tentacle wrapped around his leg making him
drag it a few steps before he stopped, now getting seriously pissed off. He
ripped out his gun, aiming it at its head and the thing made another cooing
noise as it curled around his leg in cowardice. Adachi growled as he released
the safety.
“Go back,” he said in a hard tone but the shaking shadow did no such thing.
Adachi couldn’t help but take a bit of pity on it – this was one of his
subjects, right? He was the king of the shadows and this certainly was one –
but it still pissed him off it wasn’t obeying. He decided to calm himself down
and he put his gun away once again as he leaned down to touch the thing. It
took that as a sign of affection and threw itself on his body making him
stagger backwards and fall to the ground. It made a bunch of weird clicking
noises and Adachi gave a bit of a laugh.
“You sure are a weird fucking thing,” he snorted as he watched it. “I wonder
what you’re even supposed to be?”
At his words the thing stopped and seemed to look at him with an unnerving
tension before its tentacles began to grow. Slowly it wrapped a couple around
his back and the ones Adachi couldn’t see started twisting around his legs. He
stared, his mouth opening to scoff when he felt something hard connect with his
groin. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” he spat but the thing stayed silent
and hugged him close but it didn’t move anymore; it had revealed itself.
Adachi scoffed again and he suddenly began to laugh as he realized what it was.
“Of course… I bet some stupid high school bitch thought you up after slicking
her cunt. ‘Wouldn’t it be great to be fucked by a tentacle monster?’ Stupid
whore…” he laughed a bit harder as he thought about it. “Well, when our fog
goes and covers the world, I’ll be sure to unleash you first. I’m sure a lot of
those nasty high school girls will just crumble at you… but you won’t be
gentle, will you?”
The shadow didn’t make a noise but it tightened its grip around him. Adachi
smirked and brought his hand down on it, feeling the soft body ripple around
his touch. “Yes, you’ll get what you want.”
The jellyfish shadow seemed to stiffen and Adachi frowned as he felt one stray
tentacle come up and feel his hand, almost shaking as it did. He allowed it,
watching the shapeless tube caress his palm and he drew his fingers around it
assuming it was doing some sort of handshake as if to seal the deal.
When he squeezed down though the shadow seemed to go beserk and it immediately
ballooned in size, it’s mass becoming heavier which slammed him to the ground.
Before he could even let out a ‘fuck!’ in anger the tentacles were now
frantically ripping at his body and he found himself yelling as his shirt was
torn off. It was even worse when his pants were forced down his legs.
“F-Fuck! What the fuck!” he shouted and he tried to grab his gun but it was
knocked out of his reach leaving him helpless. He chose to go for kicking and
punching, managing to hit the shadow square in the head but the tentacles
snapped his wrists up and he was slammed against the ground, stars covering his
eyes.
It was then the other tentacles began to slide over his bare chest and legs and
Adachi felt himself shake; this wasn’t supposed to happen to him. ‘H-Hey! Hey,
I don’t even have a mangy pussy! You’re wasting your time!”
It didn’t seem to care. His legs were forced open and he let out a yell as they
did and one long, black tube started to creep down aiming for a target. Once it
found what it wanted he felt it begin to move against him, coating his asshole
in a strange sticky liquid. He started to fight again.
“G-Get off!” he shouted but he was silenced by one of the tentacles thrusting
into his mouth and he tried to bite down but the shadow didn’t seem to care. He
began to feel it secrete something against his tongue and he balked, thrashing
to get away. It tasted like some sort of novelty jelly, thick and slimy and it
easily slid down his throat… That’s when he began to feel light headed.
He stopped biting down and his jaw relaxed. He didn’t understand.
The now giant jellyfish shadow made a cooing noise above him and its tentacles
released his wrists, now dragging all over his body. Adachi moaned as he felt
his stomach tingle and his skin began to sweat whenever an appendage touched a
sensitive part of his body. His neck and chest were focused on first and he
bucked at the sensations, unable to take them all at once. Two tentacles kept
kissing his neck leaving wet spots of the jelly behind and two more were on his
chest, rubbing at his nipples making him shake.
The one tentacle remained in his mouth but now it began to slowly thrust in and
out causing him to moan and take it as if it were a cock. It wiggled around,
the jelly it secreted being wiped on the roof of his mouth and Adachi licked
the head when he could, the feeling of pleasure taking over him.
His hands reached down to fondle himself but they were pushed away, one
dripping tentacle taking over his cock instead. It opened and engulfed his
entire length and began to pulsate causing his back to arch. He bucked into it,
unable to hold back and he came within seconds, pulling the tentacle out of his
mouth so he could gasp loudly and moan into the air.
The shadow seemed pleased and it returned its dripping appendage back into his
mouth, forcing it in and out harder as its other ones got to work continuing to
pleasure him. The two on his chest took his nipples into their openings and
began pulsating as well causing Adachi to come again shaking as he did.
A few others wrapped around his back and legs to angle his hips so the one
tentacle – which had been patiently waiting – could begin its rather slow
assault on his hole, the thick jelly it secreted being pushed inside. Adachi
moaned loudly and his head fell back as he let himself be dominated, his mind
practically gone.
He rolled his hips against the tentacles, sucking the one in his mouth almost
instinctively and he felt his back and thighs get massaged, the shadow taking
things slow, drawing out orgasm after orgasm which seemed impossible but he
somehow kept coming. Adachi curled his toes as another wave hit him again.
“F… Fuck me!” he cried as he pulled the sloppy appendage out of his mouth, his
saliva mixing with the jelly to drip on his collarbone. “Oh God, fuck me!”
The shadow cooed in response. He greedily grabbed the tentacle he had been
lovingly sucking and took it back in his mouth, closing his eyes as he did. He
could feel the other tentacles running over his stomach and calves and he
started bucking again, unable to hold back; the shadow hadn’t even penetrated
him yet but he couldn’t fight the feelings of ecstasy drowning his senses.
The tentacle that had been massaging his cock pulled away to wrap around it and
jerk hard, vibrating as it did and he came again, spilling out against the
black fist. It was then did the one tentacle finally start pushing in. All the
other ones withdrew and it left Adachi on his back with his hips raised
slightly so he could watch himself get penetrated. His let out ragged breaths
as he watched, his fingers scratching the dirt as he saw the tip disappear and
he could feel the object inside of him, stretching. He let out a moan and threw
his head back.
“More… more!” the words tumbled from his lips and he felt it press in further
until it could go no longer. Once he was fully stuffed he let out a breath and
clenched down to confirm it. Two tentacles came and cradled his head, forcing
him to look to see how much he had taken inside. The shadow began to pull out
and Adachi whined as he watched it, the amount of length he had taken
staggering to him. It began thrusting in.
“Oh God, yes!” he cried out like a bitch in full heat and all the tentacles
were back on him, driving him insane as they overwhelmed him with pleasure; but
it quickly stopped. Two tentacles shoved into his mouth and he was forced to
drink the jelly they spilled, nearly gagging as he did. The ones that coated
his chest were now painfully pulling his nipples and his legs were spread wide
so a smaller appendage could force its way in. He couldn’t comprehend it all
but he kept coming – now painfully so – and he felt as if he was going to die
if the thing did not stop.
He thrashed, tears falling from his eyes as he was tossed on his knees and
taken like an animal, a third tentacle entering when he was in the new position
and he began to scream, clawing to get away.
It was too much and he could feel an endless amount of the shadow’s fluid
hitting his body, his shoulder and hair being coated until he could barely see.
He blacked out, several times, until finally the beast gave a roar. It grabbed
him from behind, holding him against its black body and Adachi let out a cry as
it slammed into him a few more times, hitting hit organs painfully as it
unleashed whatever it had left. He arched his back, his eyes rolling to the
back of his skull as he screamed and it felt like a torrent of water spilled
from his body, the sound of thick jelly spilling on the ground between his
thighs echoing in the stagnant air.
He was released and he hit the ground hard, shaking and sniffling as he did,
the aphrodisiac now wearing off leaving him only in pain. The jellyfish shadow
now shrunk back to normal and made a few circles around him as if pleased with
its work. Adachi began to shake.
“You... piece… of fucking shit…” his voice shook and he tried not to sob but
his mind was now taking over and the emotions of anger and pain were tumbling
out in full force causing him to lose it. The shadow stopped and raised itself
up to look at him before it sunk down and began to slither away. He made a grab
for it but missed.
Adachi coughed and staggered up, stumbling to get his gun. He grabbed it and
shot at where the shadow was, not connecting which pissed him off even more. He
nearly emptied his entire clip but stopped with the last two bullets now
knowing the monster had left.
He clutched his shoulders as he felt that sick jelly drip down his thighs and
puddle at his feet.
 
When was that damn kid coming. He wanted out.
 
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***** Try Me *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Kink Meme Prompt as Follows: Dojima/Souji; cigarette or smoking kink
     Very first thing I ever wrote for Persona 4. Call it my initiation
     fic. I came to the fandom hella late and when I wrote this, there
     weren't many people left on the memes. But hey, I did get one really
     good friend from this. So, in a way, it was worth it.
It was a disgustingly hot night. That was the only way to describe it.
Dojima opened his mouth slightly to let the smoke he had in his mouth blow out
as the small fan in the corner hit him, slightly cooling his face before it
turned away leaving him once again faced with the uncomfortable humidity. He
was lying on his couch, socks off, tie loose but still clothed in his work
attire; he didn’t have the energy or dignity to strip so his body could have a
chance at cooling down.
Nearby lay his nephew in a tank top and shorts on the tatami floor, his eyes
focused on the ceiling until the fan hit his face causing him to close his eyes
in relief until it moved away. He made no attempt to move despite how
uncomfortable he looked and Dojima sighed, moving his cigarette back to his
lips to inhale before the fan hit him. He imitated what he did before; holding
the smoke in his throat before the fan came and released it once he felt his
hair rustle against his skull.
He had been doing this for about an hour and he still felt no relief.
“Hey, Souji,” his voice found its way out of his throat and he could sense the
boy turn his head slightly to acknowledge he spoke but made no effort to reply.
“Turn the television on.”
Souji lay there motionless for a moment before his hand began to move. It
searched the floor around his body, hoping to find the remote but it was
nowhere to be found. His other hand began to move and Dojima cocked an eyebrow
looking down at him in irritation. “It’s on the goddamn table,” he snapped and
Souji groaned before his body began to move.
The poor youth raised himself up, his eyes closing as the fan hit his face for
a brief moment before he hit the power button and fell back to the floor.
Dojima grunted and shifted a bit to be more on his side as he stared at the
television screen, his body rejoicing as the fan came and hit him, cooling him
slightly. An advertisement for the Bahamas came on and both Souji and him
groaned seeing the ocean sparkle on the screen, the pristine beach and water
calling their names.
“Dojima-san,” Souji muttered as he turned to stare back at the ceiling. “Can we
move to Russia.”
“No.”
Souji sighed. Dojima looked at the boy who had his arms spread out on the floor
like an eagle and he watched his chest rise and fall a few times before a
familiar jingle drew his attention up.
“Every day is customer appreciation day at Junes!” It said cheerfully and
Dojima thought to his daughter instantly, wondering how she was doing. Souji’s
girl friends had invited her to spend a few nights with them at the Amagi Inn
to help her get in touch with her girly ways or some shit. He gladly let her go
since he knew she would be better off in the company of women learning about
that stuff then later in life where it would just be him and awkward questions.
He didn’t want to think about when she reached that age where… well. She was
better off at the Inn for a few days.
“Every day’s great at your Junes,” Souji sang with the tune and Dojima looked
down at him in irritation once more. Souji didn’t seem to notice. He sighed and
focused back on the television, his eyes glazing over before the screen flashed
with the local forecast. All it showed was sunshine and they both groaned in
unison again.
The newscasters came on chatting about the weather when Souji began to move
making Dojima focus on him. He slowly brought his body off the ground as if it
weighed a ton and he stumbled to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck as he
did. His grey eyes flickered down to Dojima’s and he felt his cheeks grow hot
for some reason. He took the moment to douse his cigarette and pull a new one
from his pocket.
“Do you want anything from the fridge, Dojima-san?” he asked politely and
Dojima thought for a moment, rolling the cigarette between his fingers as he
reached for his lighter in his front pocket.
“A beer,” he muttered and Souji nodded before he shuffled past him towards the
kitchen. Dojima watched him as he did and as Souji went past he noticed
something he wished he hadn’t. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He flushed and
angrily stared at the wall.
“Souji-” he began to growl, ready to tell him to put some damn clothes on when
he realized how it would come out. Telling his nephew off all people he knew he
wasn’t wearing any underwear as if he purposely leering at him when he went by.
He clenched his teeth together and wrenched the lighter out of his pocket,
focusing on the task of getting his cigarette lit. Souji still stood in place,
waiting for a response but none was going to come. He waited a few more minutes
before he moved back to his task at hand, aiming for the fridge so he could
raid it. Dojima glared at the wall while he heard him rustle around, his
thoughts on reprimanding himself for looking at his nephew in the first place
when the door shut and the shuffling noises began again.
A cold beer touched his shoulder gently and he looked up, annoyed, at Souji who
was looking down at him with a blank expression. He took it from him and
immediately held it against his forehead leaving Souji to go and slowly settle
down in the spot where he had been laying. He popped the cap on the Melon Soda
in his hand and took a drink before holding the bottle to his neck, his eyes
sinking down in ecstasy as he did. Dojima could see his skin prickle as the
bottle touched it and his lips parted slightly so he could let out a soft
whisper of pleasure. It pissed him off and he knew deep down the reasons why
but he chose to ignore it.
He hated this damn weather. Everything about this time of year pissed him off.
The office air conditioner always broke right at the height of the heat; the
stores were always crowded with tourists making it impossible to find quick,
cheap food; all the fans were sold out in town meaning if the one they had now,
which would rattle sometimes, broke then they would be shit out of luck. Worst
of all, he could never sleep at night. His body always felt like it was on fire
and it wouldn’t be until one in the morning before he would finally collapse in
exhaustion, only to be called up at four to run into work.
He took a sharp breathe, inhaling as much of his cigarette as he could before
he blew out the smoke at the ceiling, watching it dissipate once the fan hit it
and thankfully his neck. It calmed him down a bit and he closed his eyes
briefly, savouring the feeling of his nerves slowly resting before he focused
on the beer still clutched to his forehead. A quick pull of the tab and he
heard the delicious pressure release, the smell of hops hitting his senses for
a slight moment. One swig was all it took and he felt the pit of his stomach
rejoice as he shivered in bliss. The can was brought up to his neck and he
sighed in relief, sucking on his cigarette as he reached down to his neck and
pulled a few more buttons of his shirt loose.
It was only then did he feel two eyes lock on his frame and stare at him with
an uncomfortable lust. He turned and looked at Souji whose eyes seemed darker
than usual.
“What,” he snapped, feeling his cheeks redden as their eyes met. He said
nothing and Dojima suddenly felt very cold and uneasy. He broke their gaze and
looked for the ashtray to put of his cigarette, deciding to go up to his room
when Souji began to speak.
“Dojima-san, why did you start smoking?” he asked innocently and Dojima frowned
as he looked to the boy.
“Why? You’re not starting, if that’s what your goal is,” he said, slowly
putting out his cigarette and blowing the last bit of smoke in his throat out.
“No… I’m just curious is all.”
Dojima looked at him, frowning still as he studied the boy, trying to see what
his angle was. He honestly couldn’t find one but Souji had to be the hardest
person in the world to decipher so who knew his real intentions. Still, it felt
like it was just an innocent question and he leaned back against the couch,
delaying his response by taking another drink from his beer. Souji did not
protest.
“We all have our vices, Souji. I found out in college that smoking helped
settle my nerves and it’s been with me ever since,” he replied honestly but he
didn’t meet his nephew’s eyes. He heard the boy shuffle though and he saw from
the corner of his eye he had come closer. He chose to ignore it.
“You went to college?” he sounded eager to know and Dojima sighed, finally
meeting his eyes. He seemed genuinely interested.
“Yeah, back in the day. Thought I wanted to be a mechanic until I actually went
to school. Shit drove me away,” he chuckled slightly at the memory of his
classes. He still recalled the text book that he had to get and how thick it
was full of paragraphs and diagrams he didn’t understand. It made a good
paperweight though when he needed. Souji smiled at him. “Surprised your mom
hasn’t mentioned that.” He paused. “What has your mom said about me?”
Souji stared before his cheeks reddened a little bit. Dojima knew what was
coming – Michiko didn’t talk about him, blah blah. “She said you were wild and
unruly all throughout your teens. She was surprised they let you be a cop.”
He didn’t expect that and he found himself scowling. “I wasn’t that bad,” he
muttered. “I’m not as bad as some people like that Tat-” He stopped himself
from going further when Souji looked at him with disappointment as he knew what
he was going to say. Dojima bit back his anger and looked at the wall as he
took a swig from his drink. An uncomfortable silence was between them and he
found himself digging through his memories to relieve the tension.
“I went out with a lot of girls. Sometimes two at a time,” he started to
explain. “Some were your mother’s friends and I knew she hated me for that. E-
Especially when she would find me in a... compromising position with one.” His
cheeks flushed as he felt Souji’s expression change from one of unhappiness to
that of an amused child, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Look, I was
young, it was just what you did in a small town.”
“So you were quite the player?” Souji smirked and Dojima used his foot to
gently push Souji, playfully warning him not to press the issue too hard.
“I liked a lot of girls and there was nothing to do during the summer but chase
them like a fool,” he pointed at Souji with his beer can in his hand and his
nephew cracked a smile, trying hard not to laugh. “Don’t you be doing the same
though, you hear? If you break their heart they can be absolutely nasty.”
“Yes Dojima-san,” Souji laughed. Dojima grinned back at him, leaning against
the couch once more as he took another drink. He felt his fingers twitch and he
sighed as he went down to his ashtray and picked up the cigarette he attempted
to put out. It was still barely lit but it quickly reignited when he inhaled,
smoking drawing out of it in long wisps. Souji stared at him, a smile still on
his face before he looked to the television.
“Is that all you did, Dojima-san?” he asked causing the older man to look at
him with a cocked brow. “Chase girls?”
He gave a bit of a shrug. “No, well, no.” He scratched the back of his head
with his cigarette between his middle and index finger. “I had a few shitty
jobs and a motorcycle. If I wasn’t with a girl I was at work or sleeping.”
Souji didn’t look at him and Dojima raised a brow, placing the cigarette back
between his lips. “That’s not what I meant, Dojima,” he said quietly. “I mean,
you never chased a guy around? Had some fun with a friend?”
Now that took him completely off guard. He stared, his mouth hanging open
slightly as he tried to even comprehend how to answer when Souji turned and
stared at him. His eyes were dark and Dojima felt a cold shock run down his
spine. He knew what that look meant.
“Souji,” he said carefully, his hand gripping his beer can slightly making it
crack as the other moved up to his mouth to handle his cigarette. “I think it’s
time you go to bed.”
Souji stared at him, his lips parting before he broke their gaze and turned
away. He slowly got up and Dojima avoided looking at him, his mind still
reeling when two hands grabbed his shoulders and he was slammed against the
couch causing him to drop his beer can in shock.
Souji was breathing hard above him; his fingernails digging into the fabric of
his shirt and his knee came forward and rested between his legs. Dojima tensed
and glared at his nephew, his throat becoming impossibly dry as he felt the
heat radiate off his body. Souji stared deep into his eyes, his mind obviously
turning before they shot down. He was staring at his lips. Dojima decided this
had gone on far enough.
“Get off me, Souji,” he growled, his hands coming up to grip his nephew’s
forearms so he could shove him off. He was careful to grab him as not to burn
him since his lit cigarette was still dangling from his middle and index finger
but Souji didn’t move. Dojima flexed, ready to throw him off when the knee that
was between his legs shot forward and pressed uncomfortably against his cock.
Dojima inhaled a sharp breath and remained still, knowing if Souji decided he
could damage him quite… well, maybe not badly but he really wasn’t in the mood
to nurse a sore cock all night. He opened his mouth to speak again but Souji’s
knee cut him off when it moved. It was slow and dragged down, coming to press
hard against the base of his body where his balls lay nestled in his briefs
making him tense and instinctively try to shut his legs.
Souji chuckled above him. “Why Dojima, you act as if you’ve done this before,”
he mocked and Dojima shot him a look of pure anger, his own fingernails digging
into the soft flesh of his nephew’s forearm. “I guess you have played with a
friend before.”
“I have not, you idiot. Now get off me. That is a warning,” he growled in a
low, threatening tone. Souji didn’t even seem to care, his eyes still locked on
his lips. He licked his own, slowly, as if savouring the image before him and
he began to lean down. Dojima tried leaning away but there was only so much he
could lean against the couch when he was being forcibly trapped against it.
Souji paused when his lips were nearly against his, his soft breath hitting
Dojima’s chin making him tremble and he let out a quiet laugh.
“I always wanted to know what your mouth would taste like… How cigarettes would
make you taste,” he hissed. Dojima shifted uncomfortably, trying one last time
to look for a way out when the young boy’s lips crushed against his and he
stiffened, feeling Souji move against him. His fingernails dug into his
shoulders and he opened his mouth, attempting to coax him to do the same but he
refused. He would not kiss his nephew. He wouldn’t let him get away with this.
A slam into his balls made him yell out in pain and Souji got his opportunity,
his tongue plunging into his mouth. Dojima tried to fight him off, his hands
now coming up to try and shove Souji off of him but his arms had released his
shoulders and had tightly wrapped around his neck. His chest flattened against
his and the boy moaned deeply into his mouth, his inexperienced tongue lapping
at his. He wanted to scream, to kick him off as the shame inside him began
invading his brain but godammit it had been a while since anyone had kissed him
in a way. Souji was trembling beneath him, his hips settling on his right leg
to grind and Dojima found his hands shaking. He couldn’t find the strength to
push him off.
When Souji released with a sloppy, wet moan Dojima found his body shaking in
reponse, his own breaths coming out in confused pants. A hand ran through the
back of his hair and he clenched his jaw, trying to get his senses back. His
nephew smiled.
“Dojima, you taste like a war god,” Souji purred and Dojima snorted, breaking
their gaze. The shame was hitting him at full force and he felt as if he was
going to be sick.
“You kissed me. Now get off,” he started, his jaw clenching after every pause.
“Go upstairs. Go to bed. We won’t speak of this again.”
“Because I’m your nephew?” Souji teased and Dojima flushed in anger, his hands
shaking as he tried not to punch the boy.
“Go. Upstairs.”
“Dojima,” Souji stopped himself before he sported a wicked grin. “Ryotaro… Why
deny yourself? I know you’ve been looking at me.” Dojima’s blood ran cold and
he turned to gape at Souji, his cheeks flushing as he watched him lick his
lips. “It’s alright. I’m into it. If anyone were to fuck me I’d rather it be
you, a clean cop, than some stranger.”
His one hand left its place from around his neck to trail down and lightly run
over his cock. Dojima jerked but the hand cupped him and began slowly rubbing,
encouraging him to get hard. His jaw clenched painfully.
“Besides, aren’t you curious? Don’t you want to know what it’s like to be with
a guy? Experience something you missed in your youth?” Souji leaned down to his
ear and began licking it making him shake. The boy certainly didn’t know that
was his weak spot but he was acting it was as if he did. “Ryotaro… Don’t you
want to fuck a person for once instead of your hand late at night?”
That set him off. Something in him snapped at the knowledge that Souji knew
what he did in the dead of night in his room – a place that was supposed to be
his sanctuary – and he shoved the boy off him enough so he could take a long
inhale of his cigarette before he forcefully kissed him. Souji whimpered but
his mouth opened immediately and Dojima gripped him, shoving his tongue into
his mouth as far as it would go. He quickly released him, giving the boy no
chance to comprehend what was going on before he did it again, his teeth
scraping Souji’s swelling lips. His nephew let out a moan, finally and his hips
bucked causing Dojima to growl. He broke away from him once again, shoved the
cigarette in his mouth and forcefully threw him on his back on the couch. He
spread his legs, staring at the shorts that were now riding up on his thin,
white legs, and he angled himself right so he could rub his straining erection
against his.
Souji arched his back and grabbed at the collar of his shirt. “Ryotaro!” He
begged and Dojima complied, their lips meeting once again. He rolled his hips
against in a slow, maddening pace and Souji bucked desperately below him,
trying to make him speed up. One hand came down to grip the boy’s hips and
Dojima savoured the control he had, ignoring all warning bells going off in his
head on how sick the act he was doing now was. Hell, he knew it was wrong, he
knew Souji did this on purpose to entice him but damn if he didn’t care
anymore. It was hot out, he was frustrated and already humiliated and a good
fucking would probably set them right. Probably.
He ignored his reason as he broke away from Souji to inhale more of his
cigarette and he blew the smoke down on the body below him, watching it curl
over his chest and disappear into the couch. Souji reached up and grabbed his
collar, yanking his head down so that his lips met with his throat and he
sucked below his adam’s apple causing Dojima to moan in a way he had forgotten.
He shoved his cigarette back between his lips and reached down to grab Souji’s
hips, rolling against them feverishly. He felt the front of his pants get wet
but whether it was him leaking or Souji he had no idea. He frankly didn’t care.
Souji’s fingers ripped at his shirt and he heard a button pop off and land
somewhere on the floor, his chest now being assaulted with hot licks and
breaths. Dojima groaned and exhaled the smoke in his throat through his nose
and gaps in his clenched teeth. He felt his body jerk as teeth raked over one
of his nipples and he found his mind blanking, his hips jerking faster.
It was right when he was on the edge that he realized if they were serious in
going through with this, they would need lube. He never gave much thought to it
when he was with a girl but most women he was with barely needed it as one
accurate move of the finger got them plenty wet. But he knew it wasn’t the same
with a guy and he stopped his hips, clutching painfully onto Souji’s to still
the boy who was now protesting below him in whines. He sighed, knowing what he
had to do and he departed from his nephew, shaking as he stood up beside the
couch.
Souji lay trembling, his eyes unfocused as he turned to look to his uncle who
was struggling to undo his belt. Once Dojima successfully got it off he
shuddered in relief at discarding the clothes from his body, his erection happy
to finally be free. He slipped his briefs off carefully, staring at the stain
in the front for a moment before he stroked himself a few times, trying to
collect the precum that had built. It wouldn’t be enough. He chewed on the end
of his cigarette, looking down to Souji who was staring at his cock with a
noticeable blush and he reached down, his hands hooking on Souji’s shorts. A
quick motion got them off and he found himself blushing as he stared at his
nephew. He wasn’t half bad, considering all things. Slowly he got on his knees.
“Ryotaro?” Souji asked and Dojima found himself growing irritated at how he
kept saying his name but he pushed it aside.
“Relax,” he instructed as he began to spread Souji’s ass, kneading it as he
did. “Just lay back and don’t clench.” He had gone down on enough girls to know
how irritating it was when someone did that. Souji lay back down on the couch
his legs hanging over his shoulder and the back and Dojima shivered as he felt
a familiar air hit his exposed backside. The fan was on. Right. He thought of
turning it off but decided not to. It was still too hot and he could feel his
hand almost stick to his nephew’s skin but he ignored it. Right now he just
needed to get the boy ready and goddamn fuck something otherwise they would
probably spend the rest of the year in anguish over what needed to be done.
One fuck and they’d be fine, he told himself. They’ll go back to normal and
this sexual tension and curiosity will be done with. He spread Souji’s ass
again, his thumb running over the boy’s hole before he swallowed the last bit
of dignity and sanity he held on to and his tongue flattened against him. Souji
jerked in response, his hips rolling up but Dojima easily kept him down. His
right index finger joined his tongue and he began teasing the boy, prodding his
entrance, forcing his way in. He pulled back to stare for a moment at the tip
of his index finger resting in Souji’s body and he went back down so he could
encourage the boy to let more in.
He goddamn now needed his cock in him with how hard it felt straining against
the couch. Souji arched his back, his hands coming to grip his own cock and the
couch and Dojima let the boy struggle with trying to get off. Souji’s hand
could barely keep a right grip on his cock and his feet were shifting, trying
to find a place where he could anchor himself to thrust. Dojima leaned up,
moving his right index finger in and out of his body in a fast motion before
his cigarette, still clutched in his left hand, found their way to his lips
with ease. He reached down with his now free hand to Souji’s dripping cock and
he took over, causing the boy to let out a low groan in satisfaction and
release. He timed well, his teeth gripping his cigarette hard as he thrust his
finger in tune with his jerks. He soon had Souji nearly thrashing below him and
his feet came up to hit against the joints in Dojima’s shoulder.
Dojima responded by shoving another finger in and biting down hard on the
cigarette in his mouth to keep his composure. He just wanted to fuck him right
then as he watched Souji’s bangs start to stick together, sweat visible on his
neck and stomach. He closed his eyes, adding a third finger – causing Souji to
nearly squeal in delight – and he fingered the boy hard, feeling his hips jerk
in erratic motions against his hand. He was leaking badly, his fluid coating
Dojima’s index and thumb and a hard clench down told him that Souji was coming
making him jerk his cock rapidly so he could spill into his hand. Souji did
with a cry and Dojima used the opportunity to collect as much as he could to
smear all over his open hole and his own cock.
He was older, he could probably only come once before being spent and he wanted
to make sure when he did it was inside Souji. Something sick in him wanted the
pleasure of knowing his seed was inside his nephew and he shivered at the
thought, his hands shaking as he gripped the boy. Souji was still moaning his
neck stretched as he still rode the high he has been on.
Dojima discarded the now crumpled, falling apart cigarette into the ashtray
near his feet and positioned himself above the boy, smoke blowing out from his
teeth. Souji turned, one eye finally opening to see his uncle and their mouth
met in unspoken passion, their hot bodies meeting in the now stuffy, sex-
stenched room. Dojima jerked against him, his wet hand running over Souji’s
chest and he leant down, returning the favor Souji had earlier by sucking on
his nipples. The boy’s fingers dug into his hair, tugging and scratching and
for a moment Dojima thought he was going to come right there. It was so
tempting but he steadied himself.
He pulled away, his eyes focusing finally on his nephew and he reached down to
spread his legs. Souji licked his lips, his hands reaching to grip his
forearms, his fingernails digging in and Dojima finally began to push in. The
resistance he felt made him shudder.
“F-Fuck… Fuck, Ryotaro… Fuck, you’re so big!” Souji cried out, his hips trying
to jerk but he restrained himself. “A-Ah, I think I’m going to come again!”
“Hold it in,” Dojima growled as he tried to maintain control. Souji kept
clenching at random times, kept wriggling and testing his limits. It had been a
long time since he had been in anyone this tight but goddammit it made his toes
curl and his mind hiss for him to just fuck without thinking and fuck hard. By
the time Dojima got Souji fully impaled on his cock he was trembling and his
knuckles were white against the couch. Souji didn’t seem to notice; he was much
more interested in dragging his fingers down Dojima’s shoulder blades.
“Come on, Ryotaro,” Souji leaned up and purred into his ear, biting it again
causing him to buck with a whine. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard like you do all your
girlfriends.”
He would have reprimanded the kid if he had a mind to but at the moment he
seemed to have lost it. Souji grinned and began hissing filthy words into his
ear about how much of a slut he was for him and how no cock would ever satisfy
him like he will. He began to move, began to encourage Dojima to thrust and the
man lost it at that point. Souji was slammed back down on the couch, his arms
pinned and Dojima let loose, his hips thrusting fast and hard. Souji let out a
wail before he wrapped his legs around Dojima’s back and eagerly met him.
It wasn’t slow or romantic; it was primal and full of shame and lust. Dojima
began yeling Souji’s name into the couch and Souji replied with telling him
various remarks on how much faster and harder he should be going and how good
he felt to be fucked by him. Red marks were left on Dojima’s back, a large bite
on Souji’s shoulder before the older man found the release he needed and fucked
Souji into the couch.
The couch creaked and shifted beneath them, straining to keep them up as Dojima
thrust into Souji a few more times, making sure every last bit of his seed was
in the boy. Souji lay still beneath him, his bangs covering his eyes and his
breath ragged and uneven. Dojima attempted to move but his muscles seemed to
seize and he found himself leaning against the side of the couch panting like a
dog, aching. His body still felt like it was on fire and every nerve was on
end, shaking making him tremble over the orgasm he had achieved. He kept
opening his mouth, bringing in sharp breaths before he looked down to his
nephew who seemed to be having the same problem. A shaky hand touched his cheek
and Souji leaned into it, happy for the comfort. His hand came and clashed
Dojima’s and they remained quiet for some time as the euphoria began to fade
away and they were left covered in sweat with the fan blowing on their bodies
once in a while.
Dojima took his time to pull over and when he did, white fluid came out and
spilled onto the couch cushions below, staining it with what he had done. He
felt his brain try and protest, something about how disgusting he was but he
was too tired to hear it. He found his shirt and a cigarette and lit it quietly
before he slid down to the floor. His ears began to burn and he couldn’t look
at Souji, not ever again. He had just fucked him senseless on the couch and he
knew sleep would not be achieved by himself tonight.
A foot nudging his back alerted his attention and he turned his head to
indicate he was listening, even though he wished that he could just crawl into
a hole and die. “Dojima-san,” the formalities were back. “Dojima-san… I-”
“Don’t mention it again,” he cut Souji off. “I… This never… This isn’t how I
usually…” He didn’t know what to say. A laugh brought his anger back and he
glared at Souji, his cheeks red as he looked at the boy. Souji licked his lips
and stared at him with satisfaction and some sort of twisted adoration.
“Dojima-san, please,” he smirked, “Don’t apologize. That was great.” Dojima
flushed and turned to look back at the wall his shame hitting him with full
focre. “But, you know… It wasn’t enough.”
“What?”
Souji started to get up, licking his lips as he did. His hands found Dojima’s
shoulders and he dug his nails in, pulling down leaving a white line before it
turned red. It sent shivers down his spine.
“Yeah, enough,” he breathed into his ear, his tongue tracing the shell making
his thoughts scatter into useless information. “I want more. I want you more… I
want to be fucked over the table, in your bed, on my bed… I want it more,
Dojima. I want you until I cannot stand up.”
Dojima felt his hands shake as he inhaled his cigarette.
“Fuck me again, uncle. Until I break.”
Dojima bit the cigarette in his lips hard.
 
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***** Unicorn *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Kink Meme Prompt as Follows: Blushing virgin Souji gets deflowered by
     super manly-man Daidara (or Dojima, if you prefer).
     Warning for rough sex, Oral, Language, Crossdressing, Dirty Talk and
     a plethora of other things. Ho man, this. This was like, my magnum
     opus. It took me all morning to do and I didn't stop to eat or drink
     while I wrote. I remember sitting in my bed going 'Just one more
     paragraph' and my room being so hot. But I finished. And this was the
     result of what was one of my more popular fics at the time.
“Dude, seriously, you need to get laid,” Yosuke pointed his drink at Souji who
rolled his eyes and continued eating his steak. He wasn’t having this
conversation again.
“Yosuke,” Chie’s voice came out in a disapproving tone. “Leave him alone!
Souji, don’t be ashamed you’re a virgin. It’s actually something you can be
proud of! It shows you have self-control and responsibility!”
“Yeah, and the mark of a loser,” Yosuke shot in which made Chie scrunch up her
nose and give him an angry look, threatening him from across the table. Souji
continued to eat, now ignoring them both. He liked the sauce that was on the
steak skewers – was it pepper? It was delicious either way.
“Souji-kun,” Yukiko had now joined in and Souji found himself feeling tired.
“You’ll find the right girl someday to do that with. Don’t worry about anything
Yosuke says.”
I wasn’t planning to, he wanted to reply but the lump of meat in his mouth
prevented him as well as his manners. He chewed it down, swallowing hard before
he placed the fork down and got up, grabbing his bag.
“I got to go. I promised Dojima-san I would make dinner tonight since Nanako is
over at a classmate’s working on a group project,” he told them as he slung his
bag over his shoulder. All three of his friends looked to him and nodded.
“Alright, dude, but seriously, tomorrow we’re planning your virginity-losing!
Got it?” he had a serious look on his face and Souji sighed as he watched Chie
scoot closer to Yosuke before her foot came up in contact with his crotch from
under the table. He made a high pitched keening noise and Souji decided to let
them be as he walked to the elevators not looking back.
It was only once he was on his way home did his cheeks started to flush as he
thought of their conversation. He was a virgin, that much was true but that was
going to change tonight since he would finally be alone with his uncle. He
could finally make the moves on him and see if he would respond. It made his
heart race and head feel dizzy as he thought about it. He deeply hoped Dojima
would otherwise he would make himself look like a fool and they probably
wouldn’t be able to speak for a long time after.
He scoffed a little, thinking about his friends and how they thought he was
probably a normal kid with an appetite for girls who just hadn’t found the
right one. What would they say if they knew he was donning white fishnet
stockings and high heels tonight to present himself to his uncle? He blushed at
the very thought.
 
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“I’m home,” Dojima called through the house as he slipped off his shoes and
placed them in the corner where they belonged.
“Welcome home, Uncle,” he heard Souji call back and he walked in, tugging his
tie as he did as the smells of his nephew cooking hit the air. He could smell
some type of stir-fry being made and his eyes wandered to Souji who was moving
about the kitchen in his bedroom attire; white shirt, black sweatpants and an
apron covering his front. It seemed out of place as he usually didn’t change
clothes until after supper but he shrugged it off, watching as he chopped up an
onion with a fierce determination next to the burner. Dojima slung his jacket
over the edge of his chair and settled down with the paper that had been placed
out for him.
He found himself switching to the obituaries for no reason and scanned the
names of the recently deceased, wondering if he knew any of them. The sound of
hot oil hitting the pan directed his eyes up to the back of Souji’s body and he
watched as he took the pan and tossed the entire contents in the air, catching
it all like a pro before he set it down on the heart once more. It was
impressive, he had to admit and he wondered where his nephew had gotten his
cooking skills; it couldn’t have been from Michiko who burned rice even if she
used a machine and a chef.
Souji reached into the cupboard and pulled two plates out, angling the pan that
was off the burner towards the middle of each as he portioned out their meal.
He did a quick clean up and held the two plates in his hand like a waiter as he
made his way to the table, setting each dish down in their respective spot.
Dojima closed the paper and got up, watching Souji head back to the kitchen to
fetch their chopsticks from the drawer. He handed him his black lacquered set
while holding the blue ones Dojima had bought him at Junes and gave him a
smile.
“Please enjoy,” he said and Dojima couldn’t help but pat his head, chuckling as
he did.
“How did I live without you Souji,” he commented and the boy flushed at his
words, his smile getting bigger. He went over to his spot at the head of the
table and settled down, turning the television to the news. The meal before him
looked fantastic and he sifted through it with his chopsticks trying to
determine what was all in it.
He felt Souji’s eyes on him and could tell the boy was nervously awaiting his
approval. He took a small portion and placed it on his tongue, taking a moment
to savor it as the flavors hit him. Huh was his first thought. There was a
slight spice to the noodles that he couldn’t identify and nothing really came
out and made an impression until he bit down and the flavors flowed into his
mouth. His rose a brow of approval, quite happy Souji was skilled like this and
he went for another bite which made his nephew relax and dig into his own meal.
Kid had a gift, he had to admit.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence as they ate and watched the television
attempt to entertain them with stories of dangerous murders and gangs in the
city. Dojima really hated how the newscasters were almost gleefully spinning
their tales of society going down the tube when Souji placed his chopsticks
down. Dojima turned to him, surprised to see his plate clean.
“Did you have enough to eat,” he pointed a chopstick at his plate and Souji
flushed, nodding as a response.
“Y-Yes, I…” he hesitated and seemed to swallow down something – his nerves
perhaps – before he gave him a smile as if nothing was wrong. “I have some
homework I need to do so I can’t spend all night eating.” He attempted to joke
and Dojima let out a sigh of approval as he focused back on himself. Souji was
up and washing his dish quite fast before he disappeared up the stairs for what
Dojima assumed would be for the night.
It saddened him to think that when the two were finally alone they did as they
always had and ate in silence but the fact Souji was going to study made him
rethink his emotions. Wouldn’t he rather have the boy do well than socialize?
He knew his sister would be furious if Souji’s grades were low and he would be
to blame. He went back to his meal, almost tempted to lick his plate and
finished it off with a beer from the fridge. He couldn’t recall the last time
he had a pleasant dinner like that and he dumped the plate in the sink, making
a mental note to wash it later.
He settled down on the couch, turning the channels to try and find something to
watch when he heard Souji’s door open. A weird clacking noise sounded from the
stairs. He looked to them, distracted as he didn’t see the source of what made
that sound and instead saw a blanket moving down, Souji’s head poking out from
a hole in the top. It concerned him to see, wondering if his nephew was cold or
sick – he hoped it wasn’t sickness from the food – and he waited as he shuffled
into the room, his cheeks a furious red.
“Uh…” he looked at him, his mouth opening slightly as he came to stand near him
but he never finished his sentence making Dojima scowl and glare at him the
best he could. He hated when people did that, made an attempt to explain why
they were acting so unusual and then just never did and his voice came out
gruffly as Souji shifted in place.
“Souji, what’s wrong.”
The boy flushed and looked at the carpet. Dojima sighed and put his beer down,
leaning forward as he studied him, his hands pressing together tight to control
his irritation. “Are you sick? Do you need some medicine?”
Souji shook his head and he swallowed again, his hands holding the blanket
tight to his body as he tried to get some nerve to tell him what was going on.
Dojima sighed once again and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, placing it
gently between his lips as he pondered what to inquire next.
“D-Dojima-san,” Souji finally piped up. “D-Do you love me?”
That was an odd question. “Of course I do,” he replied but the answer didn’t
seem to fully satisfy the boy.
“W-Would you accept me? As who I am?” he pressed further and now Dojima was
suspicious, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the blanket. What was he hiding?
He opened his mouth, about to ask as he pulled his lighter from his pocket and
the blanket was thrown down leaving Souji exposed in… in…
Dojima’s cigarette dropped from his mouth as he stared at his nephew in
disbelief. It was one of those bunny costumes girls wore at casinos complete
with the ears except this one was white and pink and definitely made for the
fairer sex. He found his cheeks flushing a deep red as he stared between
Souji’s legs, to the fishnets dancing over his awkwardly feminine legs that
ended with white high heels.
He couldn’t even form a sentence as Souji shook in place, his hands around his
mouth as if waiting for him to speak. When he couldn’t – he honestly couldn’t
as he didn’t know where to begin with this – Souji pushed him on the couch and
was on his lap, his hands shaking as he clutched his collar. He could feel the
boy’s obvious arousal rub against his stomach making him grip his lighter
tightly in his hands and Souji let a few tears slide down his cheeks as he bit
his lip.
“Do-Dojima-san, I love you!” he blurted out and Dojima felt the back of his
neck get hot, unable to respond. Souji seemed to notice and he began tumbling
an explanation from his lips as if it would help. “I’m sorry, I-I know it’s not
right but since I saw you at the train station and how you treat me, I-
I couldn’t stop myself from falling for you! Please, Dojima-san. I love you.”
He sounded like he was begging for him which made him uncomfortable in more
ways than one. His mouth began to move and a few thoughts strung together to
make somewhat of a sentence. “S-Souji, what the hell-?” was the first thing to
come out.
The boy seemed crushed by his words and he flattened his chest against him,
raising his body up enough to loom over him and Dojima felt the situation was
getting dangerous. He was a child after all.
“Dojima, I love you,” he repeated for the third time. “I-I want to be yours. I
want you to be mine… Please, accept me… I…” His eyes glazed over as he looked
down at him and Dojima felt his skin prickle, a knot forming in his stomach as
Souji leaned down and got closer to his mouth. He knew what was coming, he
could see it a mile away and yet he did nothing to stop it. Souji’s lips soon
met his.
What surprised him was that it tasted like strawberries, considering what they
had just eaten. The second surprise was how soft they were. If his eyes would
have been closed when Souji did this he could have sworn it was a woman kissing
him with how they felt. It shamefully turned something in him on.
Souji pulled away, his lashes fluttering as he did giving him a come hither
look and Dojima pursed his lips together, still tasting the fruit. The boy
licked his own lips in response.
“Dojima-san,” he moaned and a shiver shot down his back as he stared up at him.
“Please, take my virginity. I want you inside of me… please.”
He honestly couldn’t believe that this was the same kid he had dinner with. His
voice was dripping with sex and every movement he made seemed deliberate to try
and turn him on. He bit his lip, pulling at it to make them swell as he slowly
batted his eyes, his neck rising to show off pure white skin begging to be
marked, his delicate fingers moving to slide down his chest.
Dojima closed his eyes, trying to calm himself as he reminded his brain that
this was his nephew in drag asking him to give in, to bend him over and fuck
him when the lips met his again and a tongue began pushing against them. He
parted to let him in – God knows why in retrospect – and Souji moaned against
him in delight as his hands came up and held his head, eagerly kissing him now.
It was like his early high school days when the girls who pulled him aside to
make out would be so inexperienced it was endearing; except this was his nephew
and he was grinding against him hard in a not so endearing way. He gripped his
hips, ready to push him off but he found himself inadvertently rubbing against
him and Souji broke their kiss to let out a pant in delight.
It was then that Dojima decided to stop giving a shit. The boy wanted him, that
was for sure and he looked so goddamn fuckable, tasting like a girl wearing a
leotard and bunny ears that he found himself wanting to indulge. To cross the
forbidden line and give him what he wanted; what both of them wanted actually.
He could feel his cock getting hard through his pants and he couldn’t really
try to deny that now.
He pushed Souji off his mouth and grabbed arms, looking to the difference in
their skin tone as his tanned hands made a stark contrast to the milky white
under them. Souji stopped moving under him to wait for a response, his bangs
falling over his eyes making him look even more enticing and Dojima let out a
sigh as he started lifting the kid up.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked and Souji nodded furiously as he got to his
feet, his legs shaking in the high heels.
“More than anything, Dojima-san,” he whispered and Dojima grabbed his chin with
his thumb and index finger, tilting his head up as he stood before him. He was
sincere.
“You know if we start this, there’s not going to be anything but sex involved,”
he grunted. “There will be no dating, no marriage, no rings. Only me fucking
you when no one’s around.”
Souji licked his lips and he seemed to get even more excited by his words.
There was something wrong with him – and himself too for getting off on this.
“I’ll take whatever I can get from you, Dojima. Even if it’s just tonight.”
Little minx. He released his chin and roughly grabbed his waist, pulling him
against him as he brushed his lips over the trembling ones, “If you’re good
enough tonight, there will be more,” he muttered and he felt the strawberry
lips part, begging him to kiss him but he didn’t. Not yet.
He instead slid a hand down past the fluffy tail pinned to the back and gripped
his ass hard, squeezing the soft skin. Souji arched his back, his mouth falling
open in a moan and he rubbed his chest against his, his hands reaching up
behind his back to cling at his shoulders. Dojima used that brief time to kiss
him and shove his tongue into the moaning mouth before him. Souji’s fingers dug
into his skin in response and he let Dojima do as he wished his hips bucking
against his fingers which were now sliding up and down his crack that was
nearly hidden by the outfit.
Dojima sucked his tongue, pulling at it gently with his teeth before releasing
it and Souji gasped for air as he did, saliva dripping from the corner of his
mouth. Kid was submissive as fuck, Dojima mused and he did it again, this time
using his free hand to grip the back of Souji’s neck and he felt him buckle
under him as he allowed himself to be kissed to the point of dizziness.
Souji fell to the floor on his knees and Dojima stood over him, both hands now
gripping his head as he controlled their passionate exchange of saliva. He was
getting hard from doing this, from how Souji let him be in total control and he
broke with a chuckle for his own sanity. This was insane.
“Dojima…” Souji whined and he stared down at his nephew whose chest was rising
and falling hard, an obvious bulge in the leotard showing. He began to unbuckle
his belt, ready to make him suck when a feeling came over him. He didn’t really
want to do this in the living room; it felt too exposed if anyone should come
through the door.
He smirked and began putting the belt back on, fastening it tight and Souji
made a whimper, his eyes looking up in despair when Dojima nudged his thigh
with his feet.
“Come on, Souji. Up the stairs,” he gave a nod and his nephew took a few
moments to comprehend before he stood up on shaking legs. He turned and began
to walk, the heels clacking on the hardwood as he reached for the railing and
he took his time getting up. Dojima stood behind him and watched the view of
Souji’s ass, the little tail shaking with each swing of his hips. Once Souji
was at the top he took each step two at a time to come up behind him and press
a finger against his crack getting a moan to tear from the boy’s throat.
“Where do you want it, Souji?” he asked in his ear. “On my bed or yours?”
“Yours,” it came out as a breathless moan and Dojima smiled as he pressed
himself against him, making sure his erection rubbed against Souji’s ass.
“Then lead the way.”
Souji staggered but moved, determined, as he made his way to his door. He
opened it and took a few steps in, looking around in fascination as it was his
first time in there but Dojima ushered him along. He’d have plenty to time to
see it in the future since he knew the boy would probably impress him that
night. Souji looked to Dojima and looked back to the bed that was situated in
the room, his eyes a bit confused and he found himself explaining.
“I like western style beds,” he said dully and Souji focused back on it for
enough time for him to come up with something better. He wrapped his arms
around Souji from behind, pulling at his ear as he moved a hand down his
stomach to the concealed erection he was sporting. “Makes fucking a lot more
fun.”
He felt Souji tremble against him and he had to press it, to drive him a bit
more crazy. “Souji, I’m going to fuck you on my bed until it leaves marks in
the drywall. Until all the neighbours can hear me pounding your tight ass and
you come on my sheets.”
Souji was shaking now, his legs clenching together as Dojima stroked his cock
through the white leotard.
“I want you screaming for me, Souji, and only me. I want to be the only one who
will ever fuck you, you hear? Your virginity, your body, is going to be mine
forever when I take it tonight, understand?” He barely knew himself where the
words were coming from but it turned him on like anything to say it and watch
his nephew get off on it as well.
“Dojima, Dojima fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” Souji began to pant as his hips
bucked back against him. He wanted to, to bend Souji over his bed and plough
into him until he couldn’t stand but taking the kid dry wasn’t his thing and he
pulled away to shove him towards the bed, his belt unclasping once again. Souji
turned around as he sat down, his legs spreading as he did and he watched him
with almost stars in his eyes as he kicked his pants and briefs off, his cock
finally free.
“Dojima…” he moaned and he reached towards him, his white fingers reaching out
to touch his cock and he allowed it as he came forward. He ran his fingertips
over his shaft before he swallowed it up with a moan, a smile curling over his
face as he did. Dojima let out a shaky breath as he watched Souji immediately
get into it, his swollen lips gliding over his dick in a way that was innocent
but lewd at the same time.
Souji squirmed for a moment as he sucked on the tip of his head hard – almost
making him come right there – but he pulled back and brought a hand up to grip
the base of his shaft while the other dove down to begin rubbing himself
through the leotard. He went back to sucking, jerking himself off as he did and
Dojima felt a hot breath escape past his lips. Throughout the years, he never
remembered getting turned on like this before and it excited and shamed him at
the same time.
His left hand came down to wrap in Souji’s hair and he briefly reached up to
pull at one of the rabbit ears as if he expected it to do something; it hadn’t
but it was nice to touch, the velvet smooth against his rough hands. His other
hand came down to cup Souji’s face, feeling the side of his cheek as he watched
the boy eagerly suck him. He found his hands moving the kids face, to make him
take him at an angle so he could see the indication of his cock pressing
against his cheek and Souji moaned at his action, his tongue licking wildly
against his shaft.
“Goddamn, Souji,” Dojima moaned and the boy turned his head back right, his
hand releasing the base of his cock so he could reach down between his legs and
finger himself. It was almost too much for Dojima, watching his nephew act as
if he had done this a million times before. He found himself forcing Souji
back, breaking the blowjob for a brief moment so he could climb on the bed and
straddle his face, which was now against the sheets.
Souji happily opened his mouth, moaning loudly as he did as he took him back in
and Dojima pressed his forehead against the wall as he felt his orgasm
building. He looked over his shoulder to watch Souji continue to finger and
jerk himself off, the leotard pushed to the side as his hands worked, his
thighs tensing as he did. Kid was close to coming too and Dojima reached down
to grip his head, his own hips starting to roll.
He fucked the eager, wet mouth around him and brushed the headband off the
silver hairs so he could grip them as he did. Souji took it in stride, moaning
as he did and Dojima was careful not to plunge too deeply into him to make him
gag, using shallow thrusts instead. He dragged his eyes down to between his
legs to see what his nephew looked like in the act and he felt his desire boil
at the debauched boy beneath.
His bangs had fallen at an angle, exposing his forehead a little so that his
eyes were clear to see. He looked like he was in heaven; a glassy, pleasured
look glinting in his eyes and saliva was trickling from the corners of his
mouth. Behind him, Souji’s fingers had increased to the point where his hips
were jerking and his heels were scratching against the floor.
It was enough for him and Dojima gripped the silver strands, forcing more of
his cock down Souji’s throat before he pulled away. One hand gripped his cock
and he began furiously jerking making Souji open his mouth, waiting for his
reward. He came with a strained cry and spilled himself onto his nephew’s face,
watching the pink tongue dash out from his lips to try and catch some of it, a
satisfied moan following.
He looked behind his shoulder and saw Souji spilling himself against his
stomach, the come staining his leotard as he did. His fingers that were
obviously inside himself kept going though as the boy milked himself and his
thighs tensed a few times before they relaxed. Dojima got off his nephew and
stared at him, his cheeks flushing as he did.
Souji was panting hard, his tongue swiping around his lips a few times to taste
the semen that was slowly dripping off his face and he had a look of euphoria
in his eyes. He began to speak.
“D-Dojima… Dojima you taste so good,” he licked his lips again and Dojima knew
the kid was going to be the death of him. He felt his cock twitching despite
coming already.
“You little slut,” Dojima growled and his mouth was on his, tasting himself
against the still-sweet strawberry lips. Souji reached up and gripped his arms,
his legs rising so his heels dug into the side of the bed and he let out a moan
as their tongues met. Dojima reached down and gripped his soft cock, stroking
at it to try and get it hard again before he went down to between his legs.
Souji opened them and his hips rolled as Dojima’s fingers rubbed at his
slightly open hole, rubbing at what he was going to fuck relentlessly before he
went back to stroking the smaller cock. He broke their kiss and leaned up to
lick some of his seed off Souji’s cheek, holding it on his tongue as he pressed
their lips together once more. It was sick and wrong how much it turned him on
to swap his semen with his nephew but he was beyond caring now, right? Souji
was his; or he was going to be after he was done with him.
He hastily got off him and went to his drawer in the corner, digging around for
a moment before he found the bottle of lubricant he usually kept hidden. He
frowned as he pulled it out, his eyes catching sight of a few condom packets
that had been with it and he looked to Souji who was twisting on his bed. His
hands were on his cock again, no doubt jerking himself off at what was going to
come.
He sighed and grabbed one of the condoms, knowing that despite how much he
wanted to blow his load in Souji, to defile his insides and make him stand and
leak his come out onto the floor or into his mouth, he should use one. It would
make for an easier clean up and he could always defile him later. Maybe even
that night if it didn’t tire him out.
He threw off his shirt and came back and stood over Souji, watching him bite
his lip and let out a series of whines before he slapped the white thigh
covered in fishnet stockings nearest to his body. Souji paused with a whimper
and his eyes focused on Dojima’s hand, his head tilting as he did.
“How do you want it, Souji,” Dojima asked as he dropped the condom to the bed
and snapped the lid off the bottle. “I can either fuck you like a… rabbit with
you on all fours or we do it missionary.”
Souji let out a moan before he formed a bunch of words. “B-Both… I want both.”
“Both?” Dojima stared at him. Damn if the kid wasn’t a minx. “Souji, you get
one. I’ll fuck you in the other position later.” He ignored the pout he
received and spilled a good portion of the lube into his palm, careful not to
let it drip. “Now what is it going to be?”
Souji breathed hard before he moved, his legs sliding from the edge of the bed
into a kneeling position as his rear raised in the air, the tail seeming to
wiggle as he did.
“Fuck me… like a… a rabbit,” he moaned and Dojima felt his cock stand at full
attention again, the desire to violate the boy almost choking him. He said
nothing and got up on the bed, dropping the lubricant container to his side as
he reached with his free hand to pull the leotard aside, exposing the slightly
open hole of his nephew. He slapped the hand of lubricant over it, pushing so
the liquid would stay and a shiver ran down Souji’s spine to his ankles.
“D-Dojima, it’s cold,” he whimpered making him sigh.
“Give me a minute,” he muttered and he began rubbing the sticky fluid against
him, pushing a lot into his body. This wasn’t the first time he was doing anal,
thanks to one particularly naughty old girlfriend, so he knew he was going to
need a good portion of lube. He just wished his body would calm down and let
him concentrate on prepping the boy instead of begging him to fuck him as he
was.
He poured more into his hand and stroked his cock, using the excess to once
again coat the twitching hole. He easily slid a finger in, wondering if it was
due to Souji playing with himself earlier, and he gave a few strokes, testing
the reaction it got. Souji let out a whimper from below, his thighs flexing as
he tried to keep himself in control.
“A-Ahh… Dojima… yes…” he begged and Dojima added another finger, listening to
the wet sound it made as it slid in with ease. “Oh Dojima, fuck me! Fuck me
with your hot cock! I want you pounding me against your bed!”
He ignored the tempting request to see if a third finger could fit. He
experienced some clenching against his fingers but it went in, indicating his
nephew was ready. He took the time to unwrap the condom, slipping it on himself
and adding more lubricant on top of that just in case and he gripped Souji’s
thighs as he began to get ready to mount him. The boy was shaking in
anticipation.
“Please, please, please, fuck me, please,” he was chanting and Dojima sighed as
he positioned himself. Souji kept shifting kept trying to get him in early, to
tempt him to fuck him crazy but he resisted and gave his thigh a slap. The skin
remained white for a second before it began to turn red causing an interesting
contrast, especially when the lines of the fishnets crossed against it.
Dojima reached down and gripped Souji, his nails gently scraping over his
stomach as he hissed at him to calm down. He lined up right and began pushing
the head of his cock in, feeling a bit of resistance before it relaxed. Souji
let out an almost pornographic moan from below.
“Dojima, Dojima,” he was repeating his name over and over as his fingers
gripped the sheets below. “Dojima, I’m yours. I’m yours, I’m yours…”
“Goddammit Souji,” Dojima hissed in his ear as he sunk in further, every push
in getting met with quick clenches. He quickly moved his hips to get the last
bit of his cock in, fully sheathed within the boy and he felt Souji shake
violently from under him before a gasp of air escaped his lips. Dojima looked
down at him, worried. “Souji? Are you alright?”
“Oh God, Dojima…” the shaking voice sounded back at his question. “Oh God,
again! Make me come again!” He stared down at him in confusion, wondering what
the hell was wrong with him when he moved to see between Souji’s legs. His cock
was dripping and there was a stain already forming on his sheets.
“Souji, did you come from me just entering you?” he asked and the boy sighed in
pleasure beneath him, his insides starting to clench around his cock again. He
restrained himself from the temptation to give Souji the fucking of his life.
“Make me come, fuck me, make me yours,” Souji began to beg and Dojima frowned,
his fingers tense around his stomach. He planned to make this slow for him,
well, slow enough and gentle since he was a virgin and a stereotypical blushing
one at that but Souji seemed not to care. He decided to test him and see what
he wanted.
“What do you want me to do, Souji?” he asked against his ear making the boy
respond. “Want me to fuck you so hard your bones rattle?”
“O-Oh God, yes!” it broke from his throat in a moan. “Fuck me until I can’t
stand!”
“Yeah?” he licked his ear as his hands came up to grip at his chest, feeling
where his nipples would be and tugging at them causing Souji to clench hard
against his cock. “You want me to not hold back? To make this bed shake with
how hard I’m fucking you? To make you come more times than once?”
“Y-Yes! Yes!” Souji twisted under him, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “Take
me, Dojima! Make me your cumslut!”
“That’s what you want?” he began to roughly move his hips, pulling out a good
distance before he thrust them back and Souji let out a loud cry as he did, the
bed under them indeed moving to hit the wall with a dull thud. “You want me to
use you? Because I can Souji, and I will. I’ll come home from work and stuff my
cock in your ass while you do the dishes. I’ll make you drink every goddamn
drop of seed I make, even if it’s in your ass.”
“Yes! Yes!” Souji begged as his hips began to move, bucking like an
inexperienced child’s. “Yes! Make me your slut!”
“I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you until you pass out,” he hissed,
getting more excited at how submissive his nephew was. “Or how about I make you
suck me off when your friends are here? Huh? They’d be downstairs wondering
where you went and you’d be gulping my come down in here jerking yourself off,
wouldn’t you?”
“YES!” Souji howled as he bucked back hard, his legs kicking out to raise his
rear further from the bed. Dojima held him tight, twisting one of his nipples
in his fingers, the bed now slamming against the wall as he stopped holding
back. Souji was tight as a goddamn pussy and he feared he could never stop even
if he wanted.
“That’s what you want, Souji?” he barked into his ear. “To be my come dumpster?
To spread your legs whenever I want? To be fucked every day of your life by
me?”
“YES! YES!” he let out a loud scream as his back arched. Dojima knew it was
because he rubbed against his prostate by accident. “Dojima! D-Dojima! Use me!
Fuck me! Fuck me in public! Fuck me at school!”
The thought of that sent Dojima’s mind blank and he thrust his hips without
thinking, pounding Souji into the mattress. He could feel the fluffy tail
against his stomach as he did and Souji began to squirm, still yelling out his
fantasies.
“F-Fuck me at work, Dojima! In the shower! I don’t care! I’m yours!” he tensed
and then let out a cry, his legs spreading wide as he once again came, his
bangs sticking to his forehead. “Yes! YES! YES! I want you Dojima! I want you
every night! I want to be yours!”
Dojima bit his shoulder. He stopped listening halfway through Souji’s little
session but he could tell that if he did he probably would have gone wild. He
could feel his orgasm building, the clenching around him driving him on further
and he released his grip around Souji to shove him to the bed, his hands on his
shoulders pushing down as he fucked the poor boy into what felt like oblivion.
He felt himself lose it and his nails scratched down, ripping at the seams of
the leotard and making Souji arch his back and let out cries of encouragement.
He remained upright after he had finished, his body not responding to his mind
which seemed lost at that point. He felt the sensations creeping back into him
and he realized he was still gripping the leotard under his hands with an
intense ferocity making him let go and wince. Souji lay under him breathing
hard.
“S-Souji,” he muttered and he struggled to pull out, frowning when he saw fluid
leak out before he realized it was just lubricant. He pulled the full condom
off his cock, dropping it on the bed as he leaned over his nephew, his hand
touching his cheek. “Souji, are you alright?”
“D-Dojima…” he mumbled, his body limp. He opened his eyes and looked up at him
with pure adoration and love which made his cheeks flush in embarrassment.
“Dojima… kiss me?”
He found it hard to say no to the request. Their lips touched for a gentle
moment before Souji stuck his tongue out, offering it to him. He took it,
rolling the boy on his back as he did and they gently made out as their bodies
calmed down. Souji gripped at his arms.
“Dojima, I love you,” he said again and Dojima sighed, kissing his forehead.
“If you’re going to keep saying that you might as well call me Ryotaro,” he
muttered and Souji blinked before he blushed in happiness.
“Can we fuck again, Ryotaro?” he asked and Dojima stared at him, shocked he was
already asking.
“You want to go again?”
“I want it missionary,” he pulled at the clothes sticking to his body, trying
to get it off. “Without this on.”
“Alright,” he found himself saying as he leaned down and helped him get the
costume off. He paused as he watched the fishnets come off, lines running all
over Souji’s thighs and he laced a hand through the silver hairs, forcing him
to look at him for a moment. “Souji, you know, I’m not… going to treat you like
some thing I’ll dump my come into when I feel like it, and you know that
right?”
Souji stared at him before he chuckled making Dojima flush in embarrassment.
“You’re a good person, Dojima-san.”
“Stop that,” he scolded as he grabbed the bottle of lubricant, focusing on it.
Souji wrapped his arms around him, his lips brushing against his ear as he did,
nipping slightly at the lobe.
“I know you won’t but it doesn’t hurt to pretend you would. I’ll get on my
hands and knees for you whenever you want, at any time.” Dojima turned his head
and he was met with a kiss, the boy licking at his bottom lip before he sucked
on it and released, a glazed look overtaking his eyes. “Treat me like a whore
tonight, Ryotaro. Make me beg for you again.”
Dojima stared at him before he shoved him to the bed. If that’s what he wanted
then he would happily give it to him. He found his eyes looking up to the edges
of the bed, to the small indents on the wall behind it where it had connected.
Their dirty little secret. That’s what this would become.
 
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Souji winced as he walked, his ass aching as he made his way to school, his
uncle’s words telling him he’ll be hurting tomorrow echoed in his head.
He was satisfied in himself, for not only losing his virginity to the man he
wanted but for getting fucked twice after until Dojima had fallen asleep. He
had woken him up with a blow job which had caused him to nearly be late but it
was worth it. He could still taste the come in his mouth and it excited him to
no end that he had been doing such a dirty deed when Yosuke’s voice called from
behind him.
He tried to cover his blush and made sure his breath didn’t smell of dick
before he faced him. “Good Morning, Yosuke,” he said politely and Yosuke smiled
as he fell by his side.
“Oh hey dude, how was last night?” he immediately asked and Souji gawked at
him, his cheeks turning red as the events of last night came into his head.
Yosuke frowned. “What? The meal you made Dojima-san was that bad?”
“What?” he asked dumbly. Yosuke let out a small laugh and scratched the back of
his head.
“Dude, you went home early to cook for Dojima-san since Nanako-chan wasn’t
home. Are you feeling alright?” he waved a hand in his face and Souji pushed it
off, embarrassed that he had forgotten. Of course that’s what he was referring
to.
“It was fine,” he muttered as he stared at the pavement below their feet making
Yosuke laugh and pat his back.
“Hey, it’s alright if it was a shitty dinner! I mean, think about it bro,
nothing can really be shitter than Chie or Yukiko’s cooking. If you had an off
night, I’m sure your uncle will forgive you!” Yosuke tried to comfort him and
Souji found himself still blushing, his mind rolling over the words. Yes, his
uncle forgive him. He’d rather have him punish him, something he would have to
bring up tonight when they would, no doubt, fuck. He grinned at the thought and
Yosuke smiled back at him.
“There’s the Souji I know!” he gave him a thumbs up and Souji smirked,
returning the gesture as his mind still rolled over thoughts of him under
Dojima’s body. “So, dude, virginity-losing plan… I’ll hook you up with Ai!
She’ll take you down! How does that sound?”
“No,” Souji said flatly and Yosuke whined, his hands making wild gestures of
frustration.
“Come on, bro! We need to work together! I need to get you laid! You need to
have a summer memory!”
Souji ignored him as he continued to walk, wincing as he felt his rear ache,
smiling as he did. Poor Yosuke would never know that he lost his virginity last
night.
He wondered what next to order from Tanaka’s when the school bell rang
signalling the start to his day.
 
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***** Wicked Game *****
Chapter Summary
     A hefty collection of Persona fics written in 2013 by me now all in
     one place. The main pairing is Souji/Dojima with one fic of Dojima/
     Yosuke and my once popular Adachi/Tentacle Monster porn. Some of
     these are from the dead Persona 4 memes, most are original. Each will
     range from tame, general fics to hardcore explicit sex. Warnings will
     be listed in the notes at the beginning.
     Note: Each chapter is a different fanfiction. Any kink meme prompts
     will be listed in the notes.
Chapter Notes
     Kink Meme Prompt as Follows: Dojima comes into Souji’s coffee.
     Warning: Toys, Humiliation, Dirty Talk. I doubt this is what the
     requester had in mind but it was an old request and it didn't seem
     like anyone was around. So, yeah. Wrote this. The second fic I ever
     wrote for Persona, can you believe it? Already I was kicking down
     poor Dojima. But, well, that's all in the past. This is the last of
     my fics for the fandom. 27 fics in all, not including one large and
     unfinished one that is a hell of a thing. Maybe I'll upload it as
     well. I mean, I'll never finish it but I still want to document it.
     But yep. So concludes my fandom days in Persona. Unless the fifth one
     turns out to be good.
Dojima sat in his car, his head on the steering wheel and keys still in the
ignition as he tried to muster the will to go inside his house. He knew he
would be in there and he knew exactly what he would want and his sanity was
already breaking without him pushing at it more.
A thumping jerked him out of his thoughts and he looked to the hood of his car
where a cat had jumped up, its golden eyes staring at him before it began to
curl into a ball. Just like he wanted to do. He sighed and pulled his keys away
to put in his pocket, his hands shaking as he opened the door and stepped
outside. He was going to have to go in sooner or later.
He might as well get it over with.
--
“I’m home,” Dojima called through the house, trying to act as normal as
possible. He casually started kicking off his shoes and waited to hear Nanako’s
voice welcome him back but it never came. He felt the pit of his stomach knot.
He had to be responsible for this.
He slowly walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the sight of the living
room empty, curtains drawn and television on but the volume was low so it could
barely be heard. He was about to look into the kitchen when a voice came from
his side sending his cheeks burning hot and his stomach twisting hard.
“Welcome back, Ryotaro.”
He didn’t look to who had greeted him, didn’t want to see him. He instead
changed the topic, to set his mind right before the inevitable happened.
“Where’s Nanako?”
“Out with the girls.”
She wasn’t here. Good, that would make it easier to handle knowing she wouldn’t
be around to hear his shame and humiliation. He turned, looking towards his
nephew who had been residing in the kitchen waiting for him when a hand came
down and gripped his ass making him stiffen. Souji stood beside him, coffee cup
in his hand as he fondle his ass, his eyes unwavering as he did. Dojima
flushed, looking to the floor.
“Did you keep it in all day?” Souji asked, his hand pulling up to slide into
the back of his slacks and massage his flesh directly. Dojima clenched his jaw
and nodded, refusing to look up. It was humiliating enough already without
seeing how his nephew – of all people – got off on this. He clenched when he
felt the invading hands find what it wanted and grip onto it, pulling it out
slightly. His legs shook, his breath came out in an uneasy pant and Souji
smirked from beside him as he pushed the large object back inside his body.
“Good boy,” was the reward he got. Dojima made a sound like a soft whimper and
Souji chuckled from beside him, setting his cup down on the nearby table before
he wrapped his arms around him, hands back in his pants. His short fingernails
scratched around the waistline, sliding around until they were up front and
handling his belt. Dojima said nothing, his eyes glued to the floor as his belt
was pulled from his body and clattered on the hardwood, his underwear and pants
soon slipping down to mid-thigh.
That’s when Souji’s breath hit his ear and his hand slipped between his legs,
grabbing the dildo he had forced into him early that morning, his fingers
slightly pushing the bottom up to force it to remain in place. Dojima couldn’t
take it.
“I-I did what you wanted, you’ve had your fun!” Dojima snapped, closing his
eyes in case he lost his nerve. Souji could be intimidating as him when he
wanted – even worse sometimes he suspected but he never tempted him that far to
see. “Take i-it out!”
Souji’s eyes narrowed at his demand, he could tell just by the hairs rising on
his neck, but he remained silent and seemed to comply as his slender fingers
grabbed the bottom of the intrusive object to start pulling it out. A bit of
lubricant began dripping down his thighs and Dojima shuddered at the feel, just
relieved it was over.
It was almost out and he began to relax, the first time in a while he recalled;
he was always on edge near his nephew now who had figured out he could dominate
him through blackmail and took horrid pleasure in it; but he seemed to be
winding down, as if the fun was getting old and Dojima hoped they could go back
to normal – that he could go back to normal. Where there was no tension in the
air and his nephew listened to him and he was the head of the house, as it
should be.
A slight scoff broke his thoughts and before he could react, the fake cock was
slammed hard back up into his body making him yelp like a wounded animal, his
body jerking forward to clutch at what was nearby. Unfortunately, it was Souji
who merely laughed at what his action had caused.
“Ryotaro, you no longer call the shots around here, remember?” Souji hissed at
him as he wrenched the object out and thrust it back into him with a force that
made his legs buckle. “You’re my toy and if I decide we’re done then we will be
done!”
Dojima gripped his nephew, his fingers digging into the school uniform as he
tried to remain upright but every hard, angry thrust of the fake cock inside
him made it difficult for him to even stand. His legs finally gave way and he
fell to the floor but it didn’t deter Souji; the boy merely moved so he stood
over top of him and slammed the dick into him at odd angles causing him to let
out strangled cries. He was on his hands and knees… well, now just his knees as
his hands had given way to make his head flatten against the floor and he let
out an embarrassed choke as Souji slapped his ass hard, the cock still invading
his body.
“How many times did you jerk off with this in you today, Ryotaro?!” Souji
purred, his free hand gripping one sore cheek pulling it to stretch him more
causing him to clench. “How many times did you fuck yourself with this?”
“I… didn--”
“Don’t lie!” The two words were emphasized with a hard slap to his rear and he
squeezed his eyes shut, his mind fighting his throat so he wouldn’t let out a
moan that would encourage Souji to be rougher. “Tell me, Ryotaro!”
“I… Once…” his face was burning with shame.
“Where?” The fake dick was now moving in circles in his body making his own
cock strain against his stomach, dripping.
“The… f-fourth floor men’s bathroom,” he admitted, his face turning so his
forehead rested against the floor, his arms coming up to help cover his face.
“I-I jerked off there.”
Souji just let out a laugh and shoved the dildo up him again to the hilt before
he stepped away. Dojima let out a ragged breath, his knees spreading apart a
bit so his ass sunk down from its high position in the air, hoping deep down
that it would be over but Souji returned, holding his cup and he reached
between his legs to grab his aching cock, his grip tight as his fingers scraped
the underside. Dojima bucked, trying to get away.
“You slut,” Souji smirked, his hand moving up and down in hard strokes that
made Dojima’s stomach hurt. “Jerking off at work like that. How pathetic. I’m
sure your boss or Adachi would love to see you like that. Without any self-
control. Your true self.”
Dojima’s face burned even more. The humiliation was choking his brain.
“The one man who acts so serious, acts like he can control every atom in his
body and the universe around him.” Souji started to mock as he sped up his
actions, his index finger constantly teasing his slit making Dojima squirm.
“The man who can’t even go a day with a dick up his ass without masturbating,
who spreads himself for his nephew like a sick fuck at night.”
He covered his ears.
“You’re pathetic, Ryotaro. And you know it,” he hissed before he squeezed his
cock hard. It was an action that shouldn’t have made him come, that should have
made him turn and punch the boy in the head and arrest him but his bucks and
strangled cries filled the kitchen and Souji placed his cup against his
spilling cock to catch the semen that released.
Dojima finally was allowed to collapse, his legs giving way so his hips hit the
floor hard and he stared at a spot on the opposite side of the room, his body
shaking as he tried not to comprehend what he just did. A foot came and nudged
his head and he looked up to Souji, who had the cup against his lips.
The boy leaned down and grabbed his nose, forcing him to raise himself up
enough so he could take a drink of the cold coffee that was now laced with his
seed. It was revolting but he still swallowed, still let some of it drip from
the corners of his mouth and hit the floor, gasping when the cup drew away.
Souji set it down beside him before his fingers ran over his mouth, tracing his
lips before they pushed in and rubbed his tongue. Dojima let out a soft moan,
licking at his fingers before they drew away and were wiped on the school
uniform pant leg.
“Go clean yourself up. Nanako will be home soon,” Souji muttered as he got up
and walked into the kitchen, a whistle now coming from him. Dojima sat on the
floor, looking down at himself and the mess he was in and he slowly started to
get up, wincing when the dildo slipped out of his body and clattered on the
floor. He turned to look at Souji from over his shoulder but the boy never
looked over to him, more focused on pulling some items out of the fridge to
make lunch for himself and a friend the next day.
He flushed and made his way to the stairs, climbing them slowly as he felt his
legs shake as he did, not wanting to comply with his mind. It was only after he
had changed and was in the bathroom that he found himself throwing up into the
toilet, his sanity now a thread wanting to snap in the back of his mind.
He should have stayed in the car where it was safe.
He should have curled up and never left.
 
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