Untitled [Persona 3, Akihiko/Shinjiro, NC-17]

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Title: Untitled
Artist: hitosyura
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: angry!sex
A/N: Thanks to blankdeath for reading my roughs. I am still rusty at writing, so please bear with me!
Summary: Persona 3 - Akihiko/Shinjiro - AU Post October 4th - "Helping him through detox".



"I've never seen a guy eat so much in one sitting. He had ramen, takoyaki and tempura. Multiple orders of it. Drank five cans of NasTea, if you can believe." Akihiko Sanada rested his elbows on his knees as he sat in the commons room across from Mitsuru Kirijo, looking both amazed and concerned.

"Did he eat anything else?" Junpei Iori, sitting perpendicular to the two, listened to Akihiko as if it were some sort of epic adventure.

"...Not really." The boxer scratched the back of his head, killing the story.

Junpei seemed crushed. He was hoping that maybe his mysterious senpai had an iron, bottomless stomach too.

"That seems quite an unhealthy meal." Mitsuru commented, a partial smile curling on her lips.

"You're telling me." Akihiko smirked.

"What happened after that?"

"Well, I invited him to the movies, but..."

"But what?" Mitsuru arched an eyebrow. "Did he decline the invitation?" She had a notion he probably would, but...

Aki looked down. "He kind of toppled over on the bench and fell asleep."

"Wow." Junpei grinned. "Shinjiro-senpai can fall asleep anywhere!"

"I had to drag him back to his dorm room. Thank goodness for the train." The senior then smiled. "But it was good weight training!" He sat up and pumped his fist. It seemed he found the task a welcome challenge.

"I'm really worried about Aragaki." Mitsuru crossed her legs and frowned, looking down at her side. "He's been even more miserable than usual since that night. We haven't asked him back to Tartarus, but..."

"Yeah." Junpei joined in, looking down at the floor in thought and his tone solemn. "I hope I never get addicted to something and have to go through detox."

Akihiko seemed shocked at Junpei's response, and shot a glare at Mitsuru; it was rare of him to do.

Mitsuru held her hand in front of her mouth as the junior headed off for a night of video games and late night snacking.

"You told him?!" Akihiko grimaced.

"Well...actually," Kirijo swallowed. "Everyone kind of figured it out on their own." She shifted in place.

"What?"

"It's kind of hard not to notice. You two have been in and out a lot."

The light-haired boy blushed. "I see."

"Maybe you should go check on him." Mitsuru suggested, secretly feeling uncomfortable with their conversation. Surprisingly, Akihiko nodded, standing up and walking toward the staircase.

Akihiko stepped slowly up the first few steps, then more lively once he knew Mitsuru couldn't see him. Nobody was on the second floor; Junpei's door was open, but his television was so loud that he wouldn't notice Akihiko's soft footsteps. Part of him wanted to tell Junpei to lower the volume, but Shinji was a heavy sleeper. It'd take a lot more noise to disturb the teen.

Despite such fact, Akihiko carefully opened Shinji's door and entered, closing it just as gingerly. The only light in the room was the desk lamp, shining on Shinji's desk and illuminating all the paperwork from the hospital. He stepped quietly towards the bed, looking over Shinji. He was completely covered by his sheets, and for once, without his beanie. He hadn't been wearing it much for some reason.

"I'm awake." Shinji grumbled, breaking the peace. His eyes opened, focusing on Akihiko's awkward expression and pose.

"Good. I'd have probably tripped on your shoes and woke you up if not." Akihiko stood straight and crossed his arms. "How long've you been awake?"

"Awhile." Aragaki mumbled, burying himself deeper into his bed linens.

"We've only been home for an hour and a half or so." Aki tried to gauge the time, looking at the clock on his cel phone.

"Then about an hour. But who knows." Shinji curled his lower lip and blew his bangs out of his face.

"How you feeling?"

"You know how I'm feeling." Shinji growled, turning his head to the boxer.

"Hey, lighten up." Aki snapped, grabbing an orange prescription bottle from the nightstand. It seemed unusually light. "Shinji..."

"It says take one as needed for pain-"

"You forgot the 'every six hours' part. There were thirty in here two days ago. There are..." Sanada held the bottle up to count the remains. "There are nine left."

Shinji didn't seem concerned. "It wasn't working, I doubled up-"

"Shinji, you can't do that!" Akihiko interrupted, scolding Shinjiro. "You wanna get addicted to pain medication? You're going through detox, the idea is to withdraw you from medication."

"I was in pain, ass!" Shinji retorted, sitting up. "I'm not gonna sit and suffer!" His linens fell from his form, revealing his bare chest. His shirt was wadded up at the side of his bed.

"You'd sit and take a hit from a shadow!" Akihiko challenged.

"Don't talk about that, you dick!" Shinji hit his bed.

"I thought you were stronger than this!"

"Shut up, Aki! This is different!"

Aki started towards his friend, clenching his fist. "You dumbass..."

"Don't start, Aki." Shinji glared, pointing at his brother. "Don't start."

"You started it." Aki undid his fist and planted his hand sharply against Shinji's chest, pressing the boy back down on his bed roughly.

"Fucking asshole!" Shinji took a swing and knocked Aki's jaw, all the while bending his knees to kick Aki from under the sheets.

"Finish it!!" Akihiko dodged the flailing foot, hopping up over top of Shinji.

"Get off!" Shinji squirmed, reaching to grab Akihiko's sweater vest.

"Make me."

"I said get off!" Shinji growled, squirming beneath the other. "You're making it worse!"

"You're making it bad for yourself, idiot!" Akihiko pushed Shinji's arm down, putting himself right on top of his friend. He inhaled, getting a whiff of an unusually enticing smell of sweat and strawberries. Akihiko hated perfumes and cologne...but for some reason the simple tint from Shinji's shampoo tickled his senses. A strange calm came over him.

"Get off." Shinji, still angry with the situation, was getting a noseful of Akihiko's silvery locks.

The golden boy readjusted himself over his friend, placing his pointer finger over his lips. Shinji glared at Aki, opening his mouth to bite the digit. "Stop that. Just relax." Akihiko's tone was much calmer now.

"What the fuck, Aki?" Shinji protested, only to be hushed like a child as Akihiko's hand slipped down the other boy's side. Shinji jerked from the touch, finding the situation growing more and more awkward by the second. "Nnn!"

"Please relax." Aki said sternly, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Shinjiro's pants.

Shinji wasn't quick to obey, his hand tightening around Akihiko's lower arm and squeezing as hard as he could.

Akihiko continued to delve deeper, wincing at the uncomfortable situation. He wasn't going to let Shinji's bullying hold him back. He was certain the other would follow suit in due time.

"What do I have to do, break your fucking arm? What the hell are you doing?! I'm-" Shinji stopped talking and jerked rather roughly on the bed. Akihiko remained in place to the best of his ability, his hand delicately stroking Shinji's sensitive member. "Aki!" Shinji said with a slight yelp, his hand loosening. He tugged on the back of Akihiko's shirt, wanting to pull him off his figure.

Akihiko responded without words, scooting forward and planting a kiss on the other's forehead. It was enough to dumbfound Shinji as he lay there, his length stroked and kneaded carefully. With each moment, it grew harder and harder. It seemed to have a mirror effect on Akihiko himself. His uniform pants felt sizes too small all of a sudden. He was the star boxer though, he couldn't let some minor discomfort stand in the way of victory.

"S-stop it!" Shinji tried to sit up, but found Aki easing him back down with silent reassurances.

"Hold on." His fingers unwound from the swollen shaft, and began to pull down Shinji's boxers. The boy's cock was finally free, and the cold air Akihiko allowed in only intensified the sensation. To make matters worse, Aki had fitted himself between his legs and was smoothing his hands against his thighs.

"God, your hands are fuckin' freezing!" Shinji yelled out, unsure of what to do with his hands now. Akihiko's shaft was protruding from his unbuttoned trousers, sitting against Shinjiro's backside.

"Try to relax. I know you can do it."

Relax? How could he relax? His best friend was in bed with him, taking his pants off and preparing to penetrate him! No matter what he did or tried to do to Akihiko, the other was immune to the actions. He jerked and bucked, and that was only against Akihiko's lubed up fingers inside of his anus. His world turned on end when Aki's swollen member forced itself into Shinji's entrance, and he absentmindedly groaned as he stared at the ceiling, being filled with his best friend's heat and splashing his own all over his body and the bed. There couldn't possibly be anything to prevent him from becoming engulfed in the strange sense of euphoria.

Akihiko carefully pulled out, and laid on top of Shinjiro, feeling exhaustion. "There. That went well."

Shinjiro panted, slowly crooking his neck to look at Akihiko. "Wh-what did you just do?"

"You." Akihiko settled to Shinjiro's side, pulling the linens up over the both of them. "How do you feel? Still sore and jittery?

Shinji relaxed against the pillow, taking a deep breath and wrapping an arm around his friend. "I feel...pretty good. But my asshole hurts like a bitch."