006 - Juxtaposition
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jigglypuffI promised I'd write some Persona 3 slash and I DID!
It's been a long time since I've written any smut...
Anyway, some Akihiko/Main Character written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
break4angels as requested.
If anyone else has any requests, drop me a prompt and pairing! :D
Title: Juxtaposition
Characters/Pairings: Sanada Akihiko/Arisato Minato(Main Character), hints of Aragaki Shinjiro/Sanada Akihiko
Rating: R
Summary: It’s been like this ever since then.
Warnings: Slight spoilers for the October Full Moon, lemon, unbetaed, slight OOC, maybe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Persona 3; this is just for entertainment.
Extra Notes: To avoid future confusion, I took liberty of using the Main Character’s name from the manga instead of thinking up my own. It's practically canon, right?
Minato felt his back slammed back into the wall behind him of the male dorm. Before anything could register, another body had joined him with a knee pressed between his legs and two leather-bound hands had gripped his wrists, fully pinning him still.
Unwillingly, his eyes had slid shut, but he already knew who his captor was.
The husky breathing in his ear and dry chapped lips began nipping at the junction of where his neck meets his shoulder. One of the hands had dropped from his and was beginning to undo the buttons on his blazer.
He could feel the material slipping from his shoulders – obviously after having been completely undone – and the hand was working on his necktie and the mouth had moved up to place careful bites on his sensitive earlobes.
Minato just let this all happen. Occasionally, he might rub his knee against the other’s quickly hardening crotch hear a few whimpers or hitched breaths. He’d always get rewarded with either one of his own or a quickening of pace so they both could be relieved of this building pressure.
The other hand released him and he could feel the cool air wafting onto his now-bare chest. Both hands disappeared for a quick moment before rushing back to attack his chest, but without the rough leather so he could feel the softer skin underneath.
Their mouth had moved from his ear and was now dropping almost-kisses around his eyes, forehead, and the corners of his mouth. They never touch his lips full on, though. Never.
It’s been like this ever since then. Ever since that night when they suffered their first casualty. Despite coming to terms and accepting the past, Akihiko-senpai was still torn up by the events. He confessed this to him not too many nights after the funeral.
It had then ended up in a situation similar to this. Late at night, just after the Dark Hour, and all the rest of the SEES members had already retired to their beds after hours of studying for the upcoming midterms.
However, it was slightly different as they were both more clumsy and touches were much more hesitant. Akihiko-senpai had almost backed off completely and fully apologizing before Minato grew a bit bolder and took the lead.
Things had then escalated from there. They moved on from careful exploration and simple grinding helplessly against one another on one of the lounge’s couches.
They stopped worrying about removing too much clothes for fear of how the other would respond and, perhaps, the slim chance they might be discovered. Not that they haven’t been careful, but they both came to the agreement that neither were ashamed of what they were doing.
Of course, neither of them were sure what it was they were doing, exactly.
They were as intimate as they could get without brushing lips. Minato was sure that Akihiko-senpai wanted to, but he always hesitated and cut off at the corner. Not that he would get mad if he did. Hell, he might even return it with equal vigor, but it was too obvious that his senpai was still troubled by the death of his friend.
One too many nights – as they lay heavily spent - has he heard the gentle even breaths fade into choked sobs with a whimpering of a name.
Shinji.
Minato shuddered when he felt one of Akihiko’s hands slip to his now bare hips and fisted him, firmly. But gently. As rough as he may be at first, he always reverted his actions to a tamer pace.
He wondered - as he now gripped the older boys shoulders – why he hesitated to kiss, but could charge head on into this sort of thing. It was a question he might end up asking somewhere down the road. Maybe.
The slow languid strokes quickened and his breath hurriedly catching up to match.
He had once asked Akihiko-senpai why he always did this. The only answer he got in return was a pained expression and a dismissed “Does it matter?”
Minato just shrugged, shook his head, and replaced his headphones back into his ears. He thought he heard Akihiko say something else, but the volume was too high and he didn’t bother to ask him to repeat.
The strokes became longer and harder and he clung on tighter and tighter to the wrinkling fabric. His eyes finally opened to see the look of concentration plastered on Akihiko’s face. His brows furrowed with the white bandage creasing at the pull and his eyes focusing hard on the task at hand.
There were beads of sweat sprinkling his senpai’s pale forehead and he distantly wondered how that bandage managed to stay stubbornly in its place.
He wanted to continue watching, but the white-hot pleasure coursing through his body overthrew his senses. His eyes squeezed shut and he pulled himself closer to muffle his screams into the worn fabric of Akihiko’s shoulder.
They remained still for a moment until Minato made a move to put his clothes back on (his trousers and boxers were around his ankles and his shirt and blazer practically hanging off on his elbows), but he was pressed back against the wall. Much gentler this time and, instead, watched Akihiko clean him off and pull his trousers back up.
He placed his arms back on Akihiko’s sleeves to make it easier on him to replace the rest of his clothes until he felt a slight hesitant brushing of lips before breaking off to the corner. Very soft. If he wasn’t paying attention, he probably wouldn’t have been able to feel or notice it.
Minato stared blankly into space as Akihiko finished clothing him. He didn’t bother fixing his necktie and, instead, opted to swing it around his shoulders as they were both going to go to bed as soon as they went back to their rooms, anyway.
Akihiko stepped back, nodded, and left.
“Why do you always do this?” He felt leave his lips as he absently dug in his blazer pocket for his portable player.
The carpeted footsteps stopped for the brief answer of “…does it matter?” and continued down.
Minato just shrugged, shook his head, and carefully placed each headphone into his ears.
“…you remind me of him…” He distantly heard before he managed to press play.
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iwatodai & gekkoukanhigh
It's been a long time since I've written any smut...
Anyway, some Akihiko/Main Character written for
break4angels as requested.If anyone else has any requests, drop me a prompt and pairing! :D
Title: Juxtaposition
Characters/Pairings: Sanada Akihiko/Arisato Minato(Main Character), hints of Aragaki Shinjiro/Sanada Akihiko
Rating: R
Summary: It’s been like this ever since then.
Warnings: Slight spoilers for the October Full Moon, lemon, unbetaed, slight OOC, maybe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything from Persona 3; this is just for entertainment.
Extra Notes: To avoid future confusion, I took liberty of using the Main Character’s name from the manga instead of thinking up my own. It's practically canon, right?
Minato felt his back slammed back into the wall behind him of the male dorm. Before anything could register, another body had joined him with a knee pressed between his legs and two leather-bound hands had gripped his wrists, fully pinning him still.
Unwillingly, his eyes had slid shut, but he already knew who his captor was.
The husky breathing in his ear and dry chapped lips began nipping at the junction of where his neck meets his shoulder. One of the hands had dropped from his and was beginning to undo the buttons on his blazer.
He could feel the material slipping from his shoulders – obviously after having been completely undone – and the hand was working on his necktie and the mouth had moved up to place careful bites on his sensitive earlobes.
Minato just let this all happen. Occasionally, he might rub his knee against the other’s quickly hardening crotch hear a few whimpers or hitched breaths. He’d always get rewarded with either one of his own or a quickening of pace so they both could be relieved of this building pressure.
The other hand released him and he could feel the cool air wafting onto his now-bare chest. Both hands disappeared for a quick moment before rushing back to attack his chest, but without the rough leather so he could feel the softer skin underneath.
Their mouth had moved from his ear and was now dropping almost-kisses around his eyes, forehead, and the corners of his mouth. They never touch his lips full on, though. Never.
It’s been like this ever since then. Ever since that night when they suffered their first casualty. Despite coming to terms and accepting the past, Akihiko-senpai was still torn up by the events. He confessed this to him not too many nights after the funeral.
It had then ended up in a situation similar to this. Late at night, just after the Dark Hour, and all the rest of the SEES members had already retired to their beds after hours of studying for the upcoming midterms.
However, it was slightly different as they were both more clumsy and touches were much more hesitant. Akihiko-senpai had almost backed off completely and fully apologizing before Minato grew a bit bolder and took the lead.
Things had then escalated from there. They moved on from careful exploration and simple grinding helplessly against one another on one of the lounge’s couches.
They stopped worrying about removing too much clothes for fear of how the other would respond and, perhaps, the slim chance they might be discovered. Not that they haven’t been careful, but they both came to the agreement that neither were ashamed of what they were doing.
Of course, neither of them were sure what it was they were doing, exactly.
They were as intimate as they could get without brushing lips. Minato was sure that Akihiko-senpai wanted to, but he always hesitated and cut off at the corner. Not that he would get mad if he did. Hell, he might even return it with equal vigor, but it was too obvious that his senpai was still troubled by the death of his friend.
One too many nights – as they lay heavily spent - has he heard the gentle even breaths fade into choked sobs with a whimpering of a name.
Shinji.
Minato shuddered when he felt one of Akihiko’s hands slip to his now bare hips and fisted him, firmly. But gently. As rough as he may be at first, he always reverted his actions to a tamer pace.
He wondered - as he now gripped the older boys shoulders – why he hesitated to kiss, but could charge head on into this sort of thing. It was a question he might end up asking somewhere down the road. Maybe.
The slow languid strokes quickened and his breath hurriedly catching up to match.
He had once asked Akihiko-senpai why he always did this. The only answer he got in return was a pained expression and a dismissed “Does it matter?”
Minato just shrugged, shook his head, and replaced his headphones back into his ears. He thought he heard Akihiko say something else, but the volume was too high and he didn’t bother to ask him to repeat.
The strokes became longer and harder and he clung on tighter and tighter to the wrinkling fabric. His eyes finally opened to see the look of concentration plastered on Akihiko’s face. His brows furrowed with the white bandage creasing at the pull and his eyes focusing hard on the task at hand.
There were beads of sweat sprinkling his senpai’s pale forehead and he distantly wondered how that bandage managed to stay stubbornly in its place.
He wanted to continue watching, but the white-hot pleasure coursing through his body overthrew his senses. His eyes squeezed shut and he pulled himself closer to muffle his screams into the worn fabric of Akihiko’s shoulder.
They remained still for a moment until Minato made a move to put his clothes back on (his trousers and boxers were around his ankles and his shirt and blazer practically hanging off on his elbows), but he was pressed back against the wall. Much gentler this time and, instead, watched Akihiko clean him off and pull his trousers back up.
He placed his arms back on Akihiko’s sleeves to make it easier on him to replace the rest of his clothes until he felt a slight hesitant brushing of lips before breaking off to the corner. Very soft. If he wasn’t paying attention, he probably wouldn’t have been able to feel or notice it.
Minato stared blankly into space as Akihiko finished clothing him. He didn’t bother fixing his necktie and, instead, opted to swing it around his shoulders as they were both going to go to bed as soon as they went back to their rooms, anyway.
Akihiko stepped back, nodded, and left.
“Why do you always do this?” He felt leave his lips as he absently dug in his blazer pocket for his portable player.
The carpeted footsteps stopped for the brief answer of “…does it matter?” and continued down.
Minato just shrugged, shook his head, and carefully placed each headphone into his ears.
“…you remind me of him…” He distantly heard before he managed to press play.
Crossposted to
iwatodai & gekkoukanhigh
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Date: 2007-09-17 03:48 pm (UTC)or almost basically anything in generalis saturated in slash...ah well, guess have to give the fandom some more time...no subject
Date: 2007-09-17 05:59 pm (UTC)I'm not one of those, I get impatient. Hahah...Or when in doubt, whore it out! :D
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Date: 2007-09-19 04:11 am (UTC)hah, so am I--even before Persona 3 was released in America, I was looking up Japanese fanarts like mad...^^;;...Hee, I just need to wait for my muses to come back...
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Date: 2007-09-19 01:22 pm (UTC)The japanese fanart is what made me fall in love with a lot of pairings. They're just so pretty it makes me feel superficial to the extreme! XDOoooo, I hope they come back soon. I'd love to see some of your writing. :D
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Date: 2007-09-20 06:25 pm (UTC)I know, they opened me up to so many crack parents...Thanks, I'm sure they'll come back once more Megaten has infected my brain...