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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_4, Persona_Series
  Relationship:
      Hanamura_Yosuke/Seta_Souji, Hanamura_Yosuke/Narukami_Yu, SoYo
  Character:
      Hanamura_Yosuke, Seta_Souji, Narukami_Yu
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha, Alternate_Universe, Some_angst,
      Close_to_pwp_but_not_pwp, Anal_Sex, Bloodplay, Marking, Scent_Marking,
      Scents_&_Smells, Knotting, Happy_Ending, Alternate_Universe_-_College/
      University, Mpreg, Implied_Pregnancy
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Test
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-26 Words: 2543
****** A Test Of The Mind ******
by Yamiyoru
Summary
     Prequel to A Test of the Heart. Souji and Yosuke are both still
     university students. They have a lot of sexual frustrations but their
     mind gets in the way of their heart.
Notes
     Just wanted to write a lighter story that is closer to pwp material
     but of course, it's not pwp.
See the end of the work for more notes
A Test Of The Mind
Since the first time Souji set his eyes on Yosuke, the brunette’s entire
existence has been a test of Souji’s logical thinking versus the disputes
coming from his heart. Things are never simple when Hanamura Yosuke is
involved.
Such as the time in college, when Souji moved in with Yosuke. In that confined
space, his nose picked up Yosuke’s scent. It was the scent of a Alpha that
Souji is familiar with, picking it off Yosuke many times. However, it was mixed
with another, a dangerously sweet scent that Souji instinctively and
immediately covered his nose with his hand.
‘Yosuke must have brought his mate over’ was what Souji told himself. Except he
knew he didn’t see another pair of shoes at the foyer that wasn’t Yosuke’s.
That night, Souji couldn’t sleep as he fight the urge to rut against his bed
and the evils of his mind fantasizing his best friend taking the heat beneath
him. Things Souji won’t allow himself to do as he constantly lied to himself
his feelings for Yosuke were purely platonic.
The next morning, the bewitching lure was gone and Souji has completely
forgotten about it. Neither did Souji wanted to smell it again for he might not
be able to help himself from asking questions that would possibly destroy their
delicate friendship, as Yosuke’s way too sensitive over many issues.
Or worse. Things that should be left untouched or risk destroying them forever.
Sadly, in life, when there’s a first, there’s bound to be a second and this
time, Souji didn’t have his wits nor even 10% of his brain with him.
It was their final year and Souji was out on a social drinking with his
professors. Maybe it was the joy of his thesis being approved, which lowered
his guard and felt more comfortable to take in few pints of beer more than
usual. Or maybe it was the atmosphere of New Year and the bunch of old men were
out to make sure everyone’s drunk.
Souji could barely remembered how but he did get home in one way or another.
When he stepped into the living room, the first thing his mind registered was
the presence of another Alpha as his nose took in a deep whiff of the air.
Another whiff, it was that faint sweet scent again, telling his body there’s
someone who’s a plausible mate.
Did Yosuke bring his mate over again?
And Souji made a deep throat growl at that thought. He has never liked any of
the girls that Yosuke hang up with and honestly thought the brunette has bad
taste in girls. With his hazy mind set on making this clear with Yosuke, he
made his way to the other Alpha on the couch, whose first reaction upon seeing
him was to make a run for his room. His mind followed the one he likes and his
body pursued the scent he desired.
Trapping the brunette between his out stretched hands and the mattress, he
vaguely remembered Yosuke saying, ‘calm down, Souji.’
If Souji wasn’t intoxicated, he would have understood Yosuke’s shaking tone as
the brunette being afraid and under normal circumstances, he wasn’t going to
attack a unwilling party. Except his brain was somewhere else and his body was
reading Yosuke better than Souji ever did on other days.
Pushing his nose into the crook of Yosuke’s neck, Souji took a deep inhale of
the other Alpha’s abnormally savory smell, which was beginning to mix with
sweat and scrape his teeth along the part where Yosuke’s excitement was filling
his nostril strongest. He smiled in approval when Yosuke trembled in response,
proceeding to make the brunette gasped sharply when he bit down on the exposed
shoulder blade.
He took his time to feel his hands up the leaner chest while his tongue
explored Yosuke’s mouth and the latter returned the kiss as eagerly. It was not
long for the impatient brunette to want to move things faster onwards by
buckling up his hips and rubbing their hard on through the fabric.
It was an invitation that Souji had been waiting for and as if there’s a switch
on for his beast mode, with the floodgate for his sexual frustration completely
down, Souji was rough in his taking as he mated the other Alpha. At the height
of his climax, he pushed his knot past the abused ring and released his load
into Yosuke. All at the same time as he made his mark on the side of Yosuke’s
neck.
After rolling his hips a few more time to empty everything, Souji finally
collapsed behind Yosuke and encircled the equally exhausted mate in his arms
protectively as he took a nap.
Yosuke’s his now...Souji drowsily declared to himself and rubbed his own scent
against the brunette before welcoming the sleep.
A few hours later, Souji was woken by a phone vibrating across the desk top and
a ringtone sounding like a certain girl band. Oh right...it’s Yosuke’s set
alarm. The previous day, his best friend has asked him to lend him his spare
phone, to set an alarm as a safeguard for his first shrine visit with someone
he really likes but why is it so loud? Like it’s in his room. Or technically,
it’s right above him.
His eyes too heavy, body too lazy, Souji reached over and searched for the
phone blindly with his long limb, without even bothering to sit up. He gave up
after a few empty grabs, which made sense as the phone was obviously not in his
room and his arm withdraw to hugging his warm bolster again. Souji would let
the phone ring for all it can and he’s not going to wake Yosuke up for his
date.
But it was seriously too loud as the bolster in his arms slowly stirred,
muttered about the alarm being too noisy, and reached over to switch it
off….wait…..He doesn’t have a bolster....
Souji’s eyes snapped open to the back of the head of his room mate, who’s
making gradual progress in sitting up. His silver orbs travels along the length
of his best friend’s very much naked upper back marked with plenty of love
marks, down to the valley where his flaccid member leaves a silvery trail as it
rubs and slips out from between. Souji didn’t dare to move, opting to watch
Yosuke and the brunette’s reaction.
Yosuke, on the other hand, was showing none of the emotional side but more of
the physical pain as his eyebrows furrowed when he put the weight on his hips
to sit on the edge. He has also yet to realize Souji’s awake as the brunette
looked dejectedly at the floor while muttering, ‘what the fuck am I doing
seducing a drunk man? As if he’s mine now just because we had sex.’
Pushing himself off the bed, Yosuke hissed quietly and Souji cringed at the
pain the brunette endured from the aches and sores made sound with each step
the latter took towards the door. Yosuke did not once turned back to check if
Souji was awake and Souji too, did not stop Yosuke to make it known that he’s
awake.
Because Souji knew, Yosuke would most likely downplay it as him being drunk and
the rest as a one night stand. Always choosing to run away from the problem and
prolong the emotional pain as long as it doesn’t kill him.
Souji remained motionless until he heard the bathroom door closed and the sound
of running water travelled across the small apartment, before making for his
room to change. As he squatted down and stared at the open drawer, bits and
pieces of his last night’s lust filled behavior returned to him. It was almost
like he was in heat as he rammed into Yosuke needily and Yosuke allowed him to.
Not without a tear filled Yosuke joining the gaps. He must have not used lube
and Souji sighed regretfully at his one colour scheme clothes and grabbed one
of the clean grey shirt in frustration, for making Yosuke cry was really not on
his ‘To Do’ list. Pulling the shirt over, Souji’s thoughts were interrupted by
a dull pain on his back when the rough material dragged over.
Rolling the helm up, Souji moved to the body length mirror for a good view of
his back and reflected within were multiple scratch marks across his shoulder
blades and down his back. Looking at the swollen wounds, Souji felt a little
better and made a deep, throaty laugh. He guessed Yosuke had his revenge for
his burning butthole.
Letting his shirt drop, Souji walked out of his room, just as Yosuke walked out
of the bathroom.
Here’s the real battle.
In quick strides down the hallway, Souji was in time to intercept Yosuke from
even leaving the kitchen and the brown orbs looked up quickly in surprise, to
avert to nothing on the kitchen top.
‘Hey, Souji. You’re awake.’ Yosuke said uneasily, hiding half his face away
with the towel while pretending to rub his hair dry a bit too roughly, with the
water droplets flying in every direction.
‘Yeah. Morning.’
Souji braced himself for the rest; the rambling.
‘I was sure you’ll sleep the day away. You know, it’s new year where everyone
sleeps in or lay around doing nothing. I do that all the way. Screw the
housework. Ha, ha, ha. I’m going back to sleep and you should go back to sleep.
Because you know, you came back late... well after midnight and then, you’re
really drunk. Like really, really drunk. Like drunk drunk.’
No need to repeat the word. I knew I was.
‘Hm.’ Souji grunted in recognition but block Yosuke’s any attempt to squeeze
past him.
After 3 failed tries, Souji could see in Yosuke’s body language of pulling the
towel tight that the other was beginning to panic.
Next would be Yosuke making a retreat to find another way out.
‘And then, you climbed into my bed and fell asleep.’
‘Buck naked? WIth me inside you?’
Or to hide as the brunette turned for the room at the end with a lock; the
shower room.
And for the first time, Souji found use in his longer limbs as he could reach
out easily to stop Yosuke from walking further and he squeezed the slightly
shaking arm firmly.
‘I remember what I did after I came home.’
Taking a step towards the brunette, who had his back to him, Souji closed his
distance and placed his other hand on Yosuke’s shoulder.
‘You were drunk. Drunk people don’t do what they really mean. It’s just a split
second of misjudgement that spirals into stupidness.’
Souji could not see Yosuke’s expression because of the towel but he could hear
Yosuke’s voice cracking. If a heart could make sounds, Souji was sure he would
hear the cracks of a glass heart. Yosuke had wanted the same thing as him. Why
was he so blind to Yosuke’s feelings?
‘It can also give people a split second of courage to throw away all those
useless concerns and reveal their deepest feelings.’
Removing his hand from the trembling shoulder, Souji slided it under the damp
bronze hair and moved them to reveal a bruise on Yosuke’s neck. The mark he had
put on Yosuke.
‘Yosuke, I have always like you and I’m serious.’
And without warning, Souji pushed Yosuke against the kitchen counter, his body
flushed against the smaller man, he leaned down to bite down on the same bite
marks. This’s his mark, his Yosuke that he never wanted to share and never
going to share.
A gasp was Yosuke’s only reply and his head leaned back into Souji’s shoulder
as he gripped the table firmly and his nails scraped across the furnished top
for leverage. It hurt so much that his eyes flashed white from the pain and in
his daze, Yosuke dug one hands into the short grey locks and moaned
involuntarily as the sharpness turned into a throbbing pleasure as Souji’s lips
came back to suck and held onto the reopened wounds.
With Yosuke putting his weight on Souji, the taller man puts his arm around the
other and support the brunette as they slowly sunk to the ground. Ignoring the
pain of Yosuke’s nail drawing across his skull, Souji pulled on the swollen
skin till he drew the last oozing blood and from the pleasure leaking in
Yosuke’s heavy breathing and the glassy brown eyes, Souji guessed he did
something right. At least Yosuke should know now that he did not do it because
he was drunk.
Resting his chin onto his room mate’s shoulder, Souji locked the man in his
embrace and muttered softly, ‘give me a chance to prove myself, Yosuke.’
To which Yosuke nodded, although not entirely as he added, ‘I guess there’s a
probation period to everything.’
Of course, Souji would not expect otherwise as leaving a backstage for everyone
was part of the Yosuke he adored and he muffled his happiness into his love’s
back.
 
Extra:
‘Souji. I have something to discuss with you.’
Oh. It’s rare for Yosuke to take the initiative to talk to him, which may be a
good thing but from the seriousness in his partner’s tone, he’s not so sure.
Placing his bag on the couch, Souji’s fingers worked to loosen the tie and the
first few buttons. Collapsing heavily into the couch that creaked unhappily,
Souji heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was a largely slow day to get by and
he’s glad to be away, to be home. As much as he wanted to get out of these work
clothes, he supposed he could wait until Yosuke’s done.
As he turned to the kitchen, something on the coffee table caught his eye and
he sat up to have a closer look. It’s a folder bearing an all familiar logo;
the logo of the hospital he works in. Maybe it was a medical record of a
patient that Yosuke has, which his mate sometimes brings home to discuss with
him, for a second opinion.
So without a second thought, Souji picked the folder up and flipped it open.
Clicked to the first page, on the top was a ultrasound photo, which again was
all too close to heart as Yosuke’s a obstetrician. The information the brunette
has access to often comes with ultrasound photos to observe the growth of the
baby.
Except when he flipped to the back of the photo, Souji forgot the meaning of
breathing and his mind blanked out at the name printed. In black ink, it read:
Hanamura Yosuke.
‘...........’
‘..................’
‘............................’
He must had read it wrong. Turning the photo to front where he think he saw two
beans, he quickly flipped it around and his eyes scan for the name of the
mother again.
Hana-Mura-You-Su-Ke.
Eh, it really was Yosuke’s name on the back, which means only one thing…
Seta Souji’s going to be a father soon!
And the first thing he did was take a snapshot of the photo and uploaded it
onto all his social media pages before Yosuke could stop him.
End Notes
     Grammar? What’s grammar? Never heard of it.
     Thank you for reading! XD
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