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Phytoncides (Persona 2: Tatsuya/Jun)

Title: Phytoncides
Rating: NC-17
Recipient: V V Cephei
Author: victoryorange
Fandom: Persona 2: Tatsuya/Jun
Prompt: He keeps dreaming of a mysterious boy. He knows him and yet doesn't.



The sun shone brightly on Tatsuya's skin, reflected in the smear of oil that was camped out on his hand. It had been hours since he had pulled out the motor, and progress had been slow. That was his choice, however, to look over every piece of metal one by one, smoothing out the scrapes with his hand as if touch alone could heal them.

A small gruff of air passed his lips as he stood up from the concrete floor; he decided that spending so much time in the garage was to never be repeated. Until the next time he felt as though no crowd of cooing female admirers could ease the loneliness. Every day, it grew more acute, until he found himself gazing at the back of someone's head in class and wishing that he knew the person so they could talk, one on one, without feeling like anything he said would be known all over Seven Sisters High School the next day.

Clang! He dropped his wrench, too forcefully, back into his travel-sized toolbox. Tatsuya was tired, muscles protesting even walking, and he didn't care to bend down to replace the tool gently. He kicked the lid closed and shambled inside to take a shower.

*

The air felt cool. It was the only thing caressing his bare chest lately, and that was how he liked it. Anyone else felt like a puzzle piece that didn't fit, jagged and not quite. He knew what he wanted, somehow, though he could never hold on to it long enough to find words.

It was late enough that he felt comfortable going to bed even though he was sure it was too early to sleep. Since there was little else he felt like doing, Tatsuya climbed into bed anyway, leaving his desk lamp on. The industrial glow was hard and impersonal, unlike the spread of stars that whispered of their uniqueness whenever he took advantage of the rare chance to observe them outside Sumaru City.

Tatsuya tucked his arm back behind his head, elbow bent, and looked upwards, eyes as blank as the ceiling. Wasn't there something... important? Something he was supposed to be doing? It pulled at the back of his mind in times like these; like being aware of a spider alive in the house but not knowing exactly where it was. The feeling was coming more often lately, though it never felt foreboding. It was as innocuous as deja vu.

*

Sleep claimed the other boy. It was not a peaceful drifting, a loosening of the mind, or a restful descent. Something snatched at his consciousness like the white hand of death, though bony and cold, it was not. Gloved hands made pressured lines down Tatsuya's chest until they were pink as raw meat, and still his eyes wouldn't open.

"It won't kill you to look at me." Jun could feel the fear from his doppelganger that he would disappear along with the lucid dream. A little encouragement ... Ah. Tatsuya opened his eyes, staring down at the hand resting suggestively between his thighs. The thin cotton separating flesh from flesh -- hadn't he been wearing gloves? -- was unable to bar the rush along his nerves that even this light pressure forced him to feel.

It was like looking into a mirror, he realized. Not because the other boy looked anything like him; no, it was the focus. Everything else blurred at the edges, all except his pale face and the mystery behind his eyes. Tatsuya had stared at himself in water, in darkened glass, and now in those eyes.

"Do you remember this?" Jun's body was warm, but not heavy in the slightest, as it crawled over top of Tatsuya. There was no verbal response ... but his hand lifted to touch Jun's cheek. Reassurance, or encouragement? This feeling answered a craving he hadn't been aware of. Touch me, it said, and the hunger in Jun's face conveyed that he could hear it.

When Jun's hands slid up his chest, it was not a timid exploration. Confidence was behind every act; he knew Tatsuya would helplessly close his eyes when even the softest scratch was applied to his throat. The predictability of Tatsuya's illicit responses was causing Jun to smirk on the inside. Nothing was kept hidden from his Doppelganger, though Tatsuya would never confess to taking such pleasure from a simple nibble on the curve of his ribs. The way he squirmed under the hot relentless mouth that mixed the wetness of saliva with the water from the shower was arousing through taste, smooth texture, and the restrained sounds held fast behind tightly closed lips.

*

What happened that night was love making, Tatsuya had no doubts there. The way he'd been held, and spoken to, was so much more than what he'd expected from sex. Where his uncertainty lay was with how real the experience had been. Now, when Tatsuya tried to remember exactly what had been done to his body, he couldn't. The boy's name and face were burned into his memory, and burn was the perfect word because it hurt Tatsuya every time he thought about this person (which was obsessively often). Guilt hurt his heart and his face felt hot, but he couldn't tell if that was from lust or shame.

Who was he? Nothing but a wet dream? It couldn't be only that. Around the time when Tatsuya at last convinced himself that this boy, whose soft lips spoke harsh words, was nothing but a fantasy...he came back.
Tags: persona: innocent sin, rare fandom challenge, recipient: v v cephei, victoryorange
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