A Souji and Adachi pairing fanfic because I looovveeee them and Persona 4. The image for this story is mine! Go to my deviantart if you'd like to use it.
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Rated M for yaoi and lemon. YAOI!
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At the Dojima Residence on a Saturday evening, Souji sits at the dining room table reviewing his notes for the upcoming midterms while Nanako prepares a promising delicious meal. Pork and fried vegetables is on the menu tonight, and they could hardly wait until Ryotaro comes home from work to dig in.
After constantly being asked questions in front of the class by the sultry, yet creepy, Ms. Kashiwagi he realized that he hasn't really studied at all. By the time Souji and his friends returned from their daily adventures in the TV he was too exhausted to even look over his notes. He can recall Chie's concerned voice as it rings through his head. "Don't forget to study extra, extra hard this weekend!" He shuts his eyes tight and squeezes the top of his nose.
"Are you alright, big bro?" Nanako asks, concerned.
Nanako stands next to Souji, observing her older brother's face curiously. He relaxes and gives her a warm smile, "Of course", he says. He reaches up and pats her head affectionately. Nanako blushes, but giggles.
The door opens and Nanako gasps. Souji stands up. "Ah, Dad's home!" Nanako exclaims as she patters towards the door and beams brightly, "Welcome home Da-."
Dojima stumbles first in the kitchen, his steps heavy. On his tail is Adachi, the young detective. Souji sees in Adachi's hands a grocery bag holding a pack of alcohol, beer, no doubt.
"Hey, Nanako-chan," Adachi gives a friendly wave in Souji's direction. Souji makes an attempt to smile but falters, realizing he's not actually happy that he is there. Ever since he and the others saved that Kubo kid from the tv something struck him as a little off with Adachi, but he couldn't find or point out anything in particular to bring to the investigation team, so he always just lets it go.
"What's this, Nanako?" Dojima collapses on the sofa near the table and lets out a tired sigh. He's always working himself to the bones during the weekdays. Dojima sniffs out the delicious smell lingering in the house.
"I made supper tonight!" Nanako beams brightly.
Dojima smiles, "Smells great, Nanako."
"Yeah, it sure does. Dojima-san has such a good girl!" Adachi chimes in, "Can't wait to dig in!" Dojima stiffens and sits up.
"Adachi! Just what are you getting at?"
"Wha- hey, I'm just looking forward to Nanako-chan's cooking is all!" Adachi waves his hands in the hair frantically.
Before Dojima retorts Nanako speaks up. "There's enough food for all of us to eat."
"Ah, see? Nanako-chan is a good girl", Adachi beams, "Let it up, Dojima-san."
The night continues with the usual events; Adachi rambling on and on about all sorts of pointless things, Dojima making a fuss of every little thing Adachi has to say, and Nanako and Souji sitting there at the table uncomfortably. Souji glances a few times in Adachi's direction throughout the event until Adachi catches his eye at one point, and Souji thinks that he sees a hint of curiosity in that face, but he returns to looking at his finished food awkwardly and pushes the thought out.
As the two adults drink, everything becomes louder, and the already noisy room doubles in volume until Nanako breaks the ice and announces she will go to bed. Dojima notices, stands up and staggers a bit before Adachi rises also and catches him.
"Whoah, careful there, Dojima-san. You're not exactly sober right now," Adachi looks pretty tipsy himself, as he is struggling with his words.
"G-goodnight, Nanako," A big drunken grin spreads on Dojima's face, "Thank you for the foo – hic!"
Souji decides it's a good time to put Nanako to bed. By the time he gets downstairs, Dojima is snoring loudly on the sofa completely wiped out. Adachi must have thrown a blanket on Dojima because he pats the blanket down a bit before turning his attention to Souji, who is now assembling his homework on the table again. He scratches his head and lets out a nervous laugh.
"Aha, he's out like a light. Guess we had one too much to drink tonight, huh?" Adachi's words are slurred and a little hard to make out.
Souji, trying his best to avoid his gaze even though he knows fully well Adachi is watching him, flips his textbook to a random page and pretends to be absorbed in his studying. He just wants him to leave, especially after those strange glances during their dinner. To Souji's demise, he hears Adachi's footsteps and they are coming closer to him. "Ah? Homework on a Saturday night? Dojima-san has some good kids," Adachi is close now, "Believe it or not, I'm pretty smart! Is there anything I can help you with?"
The gap between Souji and Adachi is small and Souji is not comfortable with it. Adachi is leaning forward peering over Souji's shoulder at the textbook, a little closer than anticipated. Souji's throat feels dry.
'Isn't it time for you to go home?' is what he really wants to say, but Souji's impudence gets the best of him. He relaxes and turns to the page he left off on.
"Mmm, I can use help in history. Midterms are next week." It's not completely a lie, since he's actually having a hard time concentrating anyway. Maybe he can bring his questions about Adachi to a close because of this.
"Alright, then," Adachi appears more than happy to help him with his studying and takes Souji by surprise. Adachi is surprisingly smart. He takes each event in his history class that Souji might've had a hard time memorizing with and reviews them in a way that is logical and easy to understand, even though Adachi's words are still unsteady. Three examples later and Souji has the answers to the questions down pat. Souji thanks him and Adachi grins sheepishly.
"Oh, you're welcome," he scratches his head. Souji gives him a small smile as well, forgetting where he is. He suddenly draws back his smile to a thin line and lowers his head so his eyes can't be seen, Adachi watching him like a hawk. He scolds himself for dropping his guard; he should be more careful, especially around Adachi.
"Y'know," the older man glances to the side and lets out a small laugh, "I get the feeling you want me to leave. It's getting late and I'm pretty sure your uncle won't appreciate me being here so late."
Souji blinks. Could Adachi sense what he was thinking? He can feel Adachi's eyes bearing into his skin in the silence. At any rate he should probably be going to bed, too. "That's a good idea," he finally says.
What happens next throws Souji completely off guard. In an instant Adachi's got Souji pinned to the floor, his arms trapped within Adachi's grasp. Souji groans a little in pain at the impact as he tries to register what his happening, that he has a man, silly old Adachi, on top of him in his own house. Next thing he knows, Adachi has his lips on his.
Now this certainly startles Souji. Sure he has kissed a few girls here and there in the past, but never has he kissed anyone from the same sex. Everything becomes a blur around him as Adachi continues to kiss him, his tongue pushing against Souji's closed taut lips for entrance, and Souji just lays there and takes it, parting them slowly. He doesn't even attempt to break free when Adachi's hand leaves Souji's arm and finds his way to the back of Souji's head, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, bringing a chill of excitement up Souji's spine.
The wet muscle licks the roof of Souji's mouth. This is wrong, so very wrong. He shouldn't be doing this but damn, it feels good. He moans beside himself and Adachi suddenly pulls back, slapping a hand over his mouth and hissing for him to be quiet.
"This is all your fault, you know," Adachi says with such a voice that seems out of character, deep and demanding. His eyes are big and are filled with desire as he gazes into Souji's grey ones, "You keep giving me those curious looks, and it's leaving me all hot and bothered."
Slightly disoriented from the previous make out session, Souji stares back Adachi's face in disbelief. A twinge of red most likely from the alcohol remains on his cheeks, and tired lines rest just below his dark eyes. The man above him isn't the Adachi he knows at all, or thought he knew. Is this really all Souji's fault? Pains of regret form into a pool within Souji as he tries to step back into reality, but his attempts are crashed when he feels something wet slide up his neck. Lips take its place, sucking hard on a spot right below his jaw and he gasps loudly. Adachi stifles his cry with his hand once again.
"Shh, your piss-ass drunk uncle could wake up any minute now so you better shut up," Adachi spits, face contorted with a grimace. His expression changes back to normal on a flip of a coin as he speaks softly to Souji, almost tenderly, "Tell me, Souji-kun, have you ever been touched by another man before?"
His words don't quite match the tone of voice. It scares Souji a little but he maintains strict eye contact. He shakes his head.
Adachi lets out a little chuckle, "Honest boy." He sits back and straddles Souji's legs, peering down at Souji. A smirk spreads on his face, "Then, would you like me to tutor you?" He reaches down and, with a free hand, brings his hand against Souji's bulge and palms firmly. Souji jerks his hips at the touch and moans, arching his back. Adachi proceeds to knead him while bringing his face down so close to Souji's that their noses almost meet.
Adachi peers straight into his eyes, watching as Souji feels the blinding pleasure being brought upon by his own hands and Souji certainly feels it. His eyes become half-lidded and his mouth wide open, panting lightly as the pleasure intensifies more and more. Souji mews and grabs Adachi's shoulders for support when Adachi increases the pressure of the rubbing, then lessens his grip and relaxes his hand around it, stopping shortly. Souji wriggles his hips a little shamefully, whining at the loss of friction and wanting more.
"P-please, Adachi-san..." Souji begs.
Adachi hums. "You want it that bad, don't you, Souji-kun?" His face returns to that wicked grin as he drops his voice to a low whisper near Souji's right ear, "All these sounds you are making, they're so sexy." He licks the inner part of the ear.
"Ah", Souji moans as the hand resumes its groping his cock through the thin material of his pants. Feeling himself coming closer over that edge, his vision becomes blurry and he squeezes his eyes shut. Adachi seems to notice and closes the distance between the two, pressing his lips firmly on Souji's and muffling his groans that are increasing in volume. He strokes the raging erection harder and faster, kissing and those wet lips as he looks intently at Souji's flushed and sweaty face.
"Mmpph!" The overwhelming pleasure sweeps through Souji's body and mind as he comes in the most intensifying orgasm, releasing his cum within the tight confinements of his pants. Ahh, what bliss! Nothing compares to the pleasure he is experiencing now, not even when he masturbates. Adachi doesn't let up his hold on Souji's mouth, muffling any more various sounds. Souji thrusts his hips lightly against the hand at rest on his covered dick, letting out his last few drops before collapsing on the kitchen floor, chest heaving. Adachi removes his hand only when the twitches stop, and only then does he pull away from Souji's lips.
"Man, you really had a lot saved down there, huh?" Adachi brings a hand to Souji's now messy hair and pats it back down with a steady hand, "I'm sorry if I went too far..." He kisses Souji's forehead softly while running gentle fingers through his hair.
Souji's breathing is steady and he studies Adachi's face through glazed eyes. His face appears friendly and kind, but those numerous animalistic, almost malicious, expressions beforehand during their session seemed to prove otherwise. A deep, unpleasant feeling boils in Souji's gut as Adachi apologizes again and kisses a closed eye.
"I really shouldn't have done that," Adachi pulls back fully and sits up, adjusting his clothes, "not when Dojima-san is around. But I'll say it again, this isn't entirely my fault." He stands and, to Souji's surprise, helps Souji sit up, then backs away to a relatively comfortable distance between him and Souji. He eyes Souji's mess and gives an apologetic look.
Souji doesn't say anything, as he isn't sure how to respond. He just stands up and gazes at the now fumbling Adachi. Adachi scratches his head and lets out a nervous laugh.
"I guess I lost control, huh?" Adachi does a little bow, "Please forgive me. Thank you for the dinner" He quickly adds and shakily slips on his shoes and leaves the house.
Across the room Dojima snores loudly seemingly unaware of the events that have just taken place. Souji sighs and rubs his lips with his fingers softly, still quivering from the touches. What made Adachi want to do those kinds of…things to him? Why would Adachi do something like that to him of all people? Sure, Adachi was gentle with him, but those faces of his threw Souji off multiple times. There were too many expressions to believe; who is the real Adachi?
However, it is late, and Souji remembers finals are in just a few days. He decides to put off these questions for tomorrow. Maybe this will all become clearer in the morning, or at least Souji wants to believe that.