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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5, Shin_Megami_Tensei_Series
  Relationship:
      Kurusu_Akira/Other(s)
  Character:
      Kurusu_Akira
  Additional Tags:
      Xenophilia, Gangbang, Enthusiastic_Consent, more_or_less, Demons, but
      cute_ones, Spitroasting, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Non-Human_Genitalia, god_why
      am_i_like_this, I_AM_A_BEACON_OF_SIN
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-24 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 2638
****** Whatever Joker Wants (Joker Gets) ******
by bubblebangbaby
Summary
     A band of demon shadows makes Joker an offer he probably could
     refuse, but definitely doesn't want to.
     Written for the Dreamwidth kinkmeme:
     I feel like there's a lot of noncon shadow stuff out there, but how
     about some where akira/Ren/joker is super into it? maybe one or a
     group offers during a negotiation, and he's just like, hell yeah, I
     am gonna get me some. XD
      
     *bonus points for gangbang.
Notes
     If you don't recognize the shadows, don't worry. I'm deliberately
     using ones that didn't appear in P5, but were named in other SMT
     games. Because I wanted to make things harder on myself, I guess.
     *shrug emoji*
See the end of the work for more notes
Joker is perfectly collected, his gun pressed against the forehead of the demon
kneeling at his feet. The demon is just as calm, licking its lips and purring.
“You're vicious aren't you, little one? I like you….” Somehow, Joker manages
not to roll his eyes at the line. He’s heard better, from more powerful
shadows. This one broke out some good defensive magic, though. And besides,
it’s pretty. It has golden skin and the body of a Greek statue, but a strangely
feline face, lion’s feet, and wide, glittering wings. Joker likes pretty
things. He’s starting to like this pretty thing.
“You should join me,” he says cooly.
“Oh, come now… let's get to…  know  each other first, hmm?” the demon simpers,
running one clawed finger up and down his neck and chest.
“What do you want to know?” he asks, ignoring the touch.  Don't give it the
reaction it wants, just get this over with…
“Well, you talk a big tough game, but that pretty face says something else. I
bet you're a virgin, aren't you?”
He's not, but that's not what the demon wants to hear. “Sure.” he says with a
casual shrug.
“Then you must be thirsty, pretty boy. Positively parched. Tell me, do you like
what you see of me?” It spreads its legs wide, exposing an obvious and
unsettlingly inhuman erection. Joker tilts his head, poker face firmly fixed.
There's a strangled noise of horror from someone behind him, and he holds up a
hand in stern warning, not letting his gun or gaze waver from the shadow before
him.
“Not bad. But what else you got?” The demon’s face lights up at that.
“Ohhhh pretty boy… I have  friends.  I'll go with you if you promise to come
back and meet them, hmm? They'd just love to see you…” The creature leans
forward and wraps its mouth around the barrel of joker's gun, a bright red
tongue slithering out, round, prehensile and inhumanly long as it wraps around
once, twice, almost touching his hand. Joker can feel a muscle in his cheek
twitching as he struggles to keep composed.
“I'd love to,” he says flatly, carefully ignoring the display. The demon grins
around the gun barrel, its body beginning to dissolve into light.
“That's the spirit, pretty boy. call me Sytry, I'll be your mask from now on…”
The last of the light fades away, sucked into his mask. He drops to his knees,
shaking hard. He waves his teammates away as they swarm around him, too keyed
up to be touched, not wanting them to notice his body's reaction to the lewd
creature.
“Joker…? God, are you OK?”
“That is certainly a… new... response from such a shadow…”
“That was  effed up , dude.”
He shakes his head and adjusts himself so he can stand again, rubbing at his
jaw.
“Yeah. Don’t know what the hell that was, but I'm ok. Let's call it a day,
huh?” he grins at them, hoping it looks reassuring. In the back of his mind,
behind his mask, Sytry is still whispering filthy promises that burn under his
skin.
He should go to Igor, give him this demon to execute and mold into something
new. He thinks of the tongue, wrapping around his gun like it was a cock--like
it was  his  cock--and as they walk out, he passes the door to the Velvet Room
by without even looking at it.
A week on, and taking his new persona up on its offer is starting to sound
better and better. The idea has lit a fire in his belly that he has no way to
soothe. In the evenings, there's no escape from Morgana’s nagging presence; the
cat even yells at him if he takes a few minutes too long in the bathroom. His
dreams are a boiling stew of sexual frustration, leaving him either aching and
irritable, or messy and unsatisfied.
It's a stupid idea. it's screaming dangerous.
Fuck it.
He throws a few extra energy drinks and a thermos of coffee into his bag along
with some hard-to-find medicine he'd been saving. Better to at least  try  not
to let getting killed be the bonus round after getting fucked. A promise of
free curry and a sushi dinner, plus a lie that he's doing a tricky job for Iwai
right after school gets Yusuke to take Morgana back to Leblanc for him.
Showtime.
He summons Sytry the moment he reaches the palace entrance. He adjusts his
gloves with practiced nonchalance as the creature sweeps into a deep, mocking
bow. “Now… I believe we had a deal?” It smiles too wide, showing too-sharp
teeth, its catlike eyes glittering with delight.
“That we did, pretty boy. And now that I’m part of you, I’ll keep it.” It takes
a step toward Joker, runs its claws along the curve of his jaw before leaning
down to kiss him, slow and hungry, one arm pulling him close against its chest.
Its mouth tastes of honey and blood. “This way. Just past the main hall,
there’s a room tucked under the staircase.” Joker follows, but cautiously,
daggers ready. The few shadows between him and the hidden room, though, are
easy to avoid. It’s his lucky day. If his luck holds out, getting through this
palace later on is going to get a lot more interesting.
The door is small, barely visible, but the room beyond it is surprisingly large
and comfortable. Sytry grabs him by the waist and tosses him bodily onto the
wide bed nearby. Joker lands with grace, but his heart is pounding so hard with
anticipation now he can hear it rattling in his head. He’s barely gotten his
boots off before the demon is on top of him, shoving him down against the bed
and ripping at his clothes with eager claws. He moans low in his throat as the
demon rips off buttons and yanks down his pants to lay him almost bare, nipping
and licking at his mouth, his throat, his chest, back up. He pushes Sytry back
to wriggle out of his clothes as quickly as he can. Over the demon’s shoulder,
three more figures are materializing silently. It smiles that feral smile at
him again.
“I  did  tell you I had friends.” Those friends are climbing up to surround
him, the looks in their eyes as hungry and eager as he feels. His heartbeat is
still pounding in his head, and he shivers uncontrollably under their stares.
He doesn’t know the names of these shadows, hasn’t even seen them in battle
before. One is long and lean with curling rams’ horns and cloven hooves, its
face, wings, and tumbling red hair eerily angelic, a counterpoint to its
clearly eager body. Another seems to be half dragon with white batlike wings,
shimmering white scales along its sides and down its belly and oddly blank,
smooth crotch; its too-wide cat’s eyes glimmer in a too-long face framed by
golden hair. The third would seem to be a beautiful, naked young man, pale and
dark-haired; except for its gleaming black eyes, long, equine ears, and huge,
strangely-shaped erection, pointed at the tip and glistening a startling shade
of pink.
He peels off his mask and gloves, the last things on him, and crawls to the
center of the bed. They certainly don’t look to have come to kill him, except
in the biblical sense. He smirks. “Well? Shall we?”
He’s expecting them to leap on him all at once, but instead, the angel-faced
demon pulls him upright and kisses him hard, tongue thrusting into his mouth,
while the others surround him, licking and biting and at his neck, his back,
squeezing his ass, rutting against him and whispering in his ears things that
he knows be hearing in his dreams.
“Sytry wasn’t fucking with us--”
“--tastes so good--”
“Can’t wait to feel his mouth--”
“--going to take turns fucking you, again and again--”
“--mark up every inch of that pretty skin--”
The black-eyed man and the angel are passing him back and forth now, kissing
him, biting at his neck and shoulders, claws in his hair and tongues pressing
deep. They taste like nothing human, like pine and musk and sulphur. He kisses
back with pent up fervor, reaching out to clutch at them each in turn, wanting
to feel every inch of burning skins and hungry tongues pressed against his.
Hands are spreading his legs apart and he feels someone licking down his spine,
the delicate touch tickling, making him squirm suddenly away from all the
hungry mouths. Then he’s shuddering hard and crying out as that too-long, too-
slick tongue slips further down, slipping between his ass cheeks, lapping
fervently at his hole before starting to press inside, slowly.
He collapses forward, and the two demons before him carefully ease him down to
his hands and knees. He thrusts his ass back against the tongue sliding gently
into him, grabs for his own cock, his usual perfect composure discarded along
with his mask. A pale, scaled hand slaps his away from himself, and he whines.
Before he can find words to protest, the black-eyed man has grabbed him by the
hair and pushed his face down toward its cock. He takes it in eagerly, licking
and swirling his tongue around the tip. It’s not the first one he’s sucked, but
strange as it is, it might as well be. It’s already slick before he takes it
in, the thick fluid coating it acrid and bitter in his mouth. The demon moans
and grips his hair harder, thrusting into his mouth, and Joker echoes him,
whimpering against the hard, slick flesh, trying to relax enough to swallow
down as much of the length as he can.
He’s sure it’s Sytry’s tongue buried in his ass now, as deep as anything he’s
ever had, and it’s so much sweeter than what his imagination had fed him all
those frustrating nights. The two shadows are in a rhythm, thrusting into his
ass and mouth at the same time, and all Joker can do is keep up, sighing and
shivering with every stroke. Just as synchronized, they both pull out of him,
and he growls a little, chasing after the demon’s cock with his tongue. It
laughs and grabs him by the hair again, pulls him up onto his knees, gripping
just hard enough to sting his scalp and leave him pliant. He's hungry, aching
for more, more pain, more pleasure. It kisses him hard and pulls his body
close. Joker thrusts against its strong, sleek thighs as he kisses back,
wrapping his arms around its shoulders. The scaled demon slips beside him to
lick at his neck with its forked tongue. Its claws tease up and down his spine,
then suddenly rake down his side and ass, and his scream of surprise is
swallowed by the other demon’s tongue thrusting far into his mouth. On either
side of him he can hear the slick sounds of them pleasuring themselves as they
watch and touch him, and he moans again.
Sytry's tongue pulls out of him and he shudders, hips canting back in pursuit.
Its teeth rake across one taut cheek, then the other, a parting gift. And now
the dragon-like shadow smoothly takes its place behind him, grabs his hips and
crushes them against what he thought was smooth, scaled blankness. But there’s
something wet and hot and tapered pressing into him, harder and so much thicker
than the tongue had been, emerging from some hidden place in the demon’s body
just to fuck him. The others release him into the pale creature’s arms, and it
presses him down onto its lap, slowly impaling him on its slick cock. He
shudders in its grasp and tries to relax into the feeling. It’s big, almost too
big, and it seems to take forever to slide deep into him. When it finally,
finally bottoms out inside him, there’s a strange sensation, like the pop of a
plug settling into place, and he moans low and guttural. He just sits for a
moment, waiting for the demon to pull back and thrust into him properly, but it
just crooks a claw at Sytry and the angel, its other hand wrapped loosely
around Joker’s pale throat. The angel leans over to kiss him, almost softly,
before murmuring into his mouth, “My turn now….”
He almost asks what, but it’s obvious when it stands and runs its hands through
his hair, its hard cock at Joker’s eye level. With a pleased noise, he leans
over to pull the demon forward and take it in his mouth, licking and sucking
with delight, hands moving to work its shaft in time with his eager mouth, to
squeeze and caress its balls and the expanse behind them. This one, the most
human-shaped of the bunch, he knows what to do with. He grinds against the
thick length inside him, moaning hungrily around the one in his mouth. It’s so
strange, but feels so good, and he’s lost in it. So lost, he barely notices
when a familiar winged form ducks down into his own lap. When the long tongue
wraps around his shaft, though, that he notices.
He pulls the pretty demon's cock out of his mouth and gasps, doubling over
Sytry’s head as its mouth works him like nothing he’s ever felt before. Then it
swallows him down completely, and the other demon’s cock deep inside him starts
to  writhe , somehow squirming and thrusting within him of its own accord while
the creature’s hips themselves are almost still. The demon’s sweet voice
moaning against his neck and the lashing cock inside him ignite spots of
singing pleasure he never knew he had, each breath and movement somehow
perfectly in time with Sytry's inhumanly talented tongue and tight, wet mouth.
They're playing him like an instrument, and his every nerve ending is singing
in electric harmony.
He screams as it hits him all at once, back arching and tears streaming down
his feverish cheeks as he comes down Sytry’s throat, holding on to its
shoulders for dear life until the wave passes and he’s curled over the demon’s
head, twitching and sobbing as it sucks him through the last aftershocks. When
it finally pulls away, flashing him a smug, sharp smile, he falls back against
the smooth body of the one that’s still fucking him. It’s moving inside him
faster, harder now, and it's all too much, too intense. But it keeps going,
reckless in its pace, and now the angelic creature from before is pulling him
up to shove its cock back in his mouth, grabbing a handful of his hair again as
it does. He sobs around it, but does his best to give as good as he’s getting,
bobbing and sucking at the length in quick waves, swirling his tongue around
the head with every thrust forward. The demon behind him is panting and sobbing
in pleasure now, and he can feel its body rocking against his as it writhes
faster, plunging even deeper into him, setting his frayed nerves alight. He
swallows down the cock in his mouth as far as he can without gagging, sucking
hard at it, and suddenly it pulls away, dragging his head back by his hair so
it can come all down his neck and chest with breathy grunts. And then the pale
shadow is moaning in his ear and clutching at his hips, its cock swelling
inside him, so deep, so thick, before it comes too, spilling hot and wet into
the very depth of him.
Sytry straddles his lap to lick away some of the cum on his chest and neck and
whispers into his ear, “That was just round one.”
End Notes
     Who's got two thumbs and is going to hell? ME. Also, I almost called
     this fic "a hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothin'," and now I
     get that song in my head every time I work on it. Now it's in your
     head too. You're welcome.
     Yell at me on tumblr!
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