I'm surprised at how fast I'm writing for once. Usually I get writer's block and stop writing after a while… let's hope that doesn't happen! Right now, I've got a lot to inspire me. ^.^ For example, I was listening to some very… um… interesting music while I wrote this chapter. An example is Jason Mraz's song "O. Lover," which really doesn't apply to this at all. But I digress.
The circle of love: I.C.U (I see you! xD), dollhousesareforwhimps, Blitzdrake and all the past and future people who have/will review, alert, or favorite this story or me. You all get cookies! (I would give you all Yosuke, but I think Souji would murder us all in our sleep.)
WARNING: Sexual themes (nothing big, just Souji and his dirty thoughts), language, and implication of very bad things that Nanako would be scarred from seeing.
Disclaimer: Atlus owns it. And Souji wishes he owned Yosuke.
Intermission 1: Dreams
Souji didn't quite know when the dreams first started; probably a couple weeks after he had met Yosuke. He wasn't exactly surprised the first morning he woke up to stained sheets and sticky boxers- it was normal for boys his age, he'd been told when he got The Talk from his Dad a few years back. But when he wracked his brain to try and remember what the dream was about, he received a bit of a shock at the image of Yosuke writhing under him, sweating and panting as he begged for more filling his mind.
He wrote it off as teenage hormones after the first night, but his dreams continued for a weeks afterwards and he eventually had to admit that his dreams weren't just some fluke. The question now was, why Yosuke? He had long since acknowledged that, yes, he was bi, and yes, Yosuke was good-looking, but usually if it was just about someone's looks, the dreams would stop after a few days, and these dreams had been recurring for a bit past a month now.
Maybe it was all the perverted comments centered around Yosuke. He could hear it now, Teddie's voice shouting, "Yosuke pounded an enemy!" and Yosuke cursing, "Damn! It won't go down!" Yes, Souji had a dirty mind, and he couldn't help it if he thought to himself in these situations, "I'd like to pound Yosuke," and, "Want me to help you out with that problem of yours, Yosuke?"
No one could really blame him when one day, after hearing Yosuke say, "Wow you can cook? Well, you do seem to be great with your hands-um, never mind…" Souji walked up to him after all the others had left the food court and murmured into the other boy's ear in a low, seductive tone, "Want to see how great I really am with my hands?" And no one could really blame Yosuke when he accepted the offer, face beet red and stuttering as he followed Souji back to his place.
AN: I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who was thinking bad thoughts when all these lines came up... I was seriously cracking up at all these parts. There are too many good lines to use in this chapter, but I'll most likely include them later. Thanks for reading!
~Panda
