Title: Entertainment
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiyaraiba
Prompt: no. 045: Relax
Word Count: 4020
Rating: NC17
Summary: King Matsumoto needs to relax~
Disclaimer: Ohman Arashi’s not mine ;____;
Note:.
Heheh finally. FINALLY! I finished. I know it could be better, but I will work on that in my later fics *lazy*. Sorry for the smut~ And the story line lmao. I enjoyed writing this, and I’m sorry it took so long to come out with something new D: I’m back into my writing mind, so I think I’ll be posting again soon enough 8D

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King Matsumoto had been in a bad mood recently; had been for numerous weeks. He’d stalk his halls, grumbling with his hands gripping his black hair, pulling the thick strands taut against his scalp. What he would grumble about, well, no one could really tell, nor did they want to know. They kept their distance with the knowledge that if they were to disrupt King Matsumoto in any way, his wrath would be brought upon them twice as hard as it was when he wasn’t in such a bad mood. And even with that, King Matsumoto liked to point his sharp tipped sword at various servants, mind you, the ones he didn’t enjoy very much, and ended up brandishing it about their faces. Sparks would fly along with little, tiny drops of blood. But no matter how many times King Matsumoto screamed his anger at his inferiors, permanently scarring their otherwise unblemished faces, nothing seemed to calm him in the least.

            With his deep red and gold capes billowing around him, his hair straight, hands at his side for once, and his small, glinting gold crown perched neatly atop his head, King Matsumoto walked through his halls. There was a slight smirk on his face, his aura contempt and anxious. His favorite maid, or butler he liked to be called, considering he was a male, two most trusted servants, and his most alleged general were trailing behind him, shooting frightened glances between each other. What was their king’s purpose for calling them to his court? And furthermore, why had he come to get them himself? Unusually rare as it was, the four couldn’t help but feel an immense sinking feeling in their chests. The king that had been in such a bad mood, screaming and yelling and pointing in their faces with his sharpest sword, was now humming to himself giddily as though he were a young girl in love as he guided them to the great hall, where his throne lay. In no way could this gathering be of good fortune.

            The four, with shaking limbs and frantic, restless hearts, ambled into the great hall, stopping short as their king threw himself elegantly into his lavish throne. The general made a move to stand by his side, as he usually did, but was frozen in place by a sharp wave of the king’s many ringed fingers. “General Sakurai,” he said, voice hinted with an uncharacteristic bounce. The general gulped. “You go stand beside Aiba, Ninomiya, and Ohno, please.” With a slight bow and a mumble of hushed, praising words about his king, General Sakurai did as he was told. The maid, or rather butler, raised a hand to cover his blooming nervous smile and servant Ninomiya, Nino to be simpler, stifled his tiny and caustic chuckling sneer.

            “Ninomiya, do you wish to say something to my dear General Sakurai,” he paused, locking eyes with Nino then his dear General Sakurai. Nino held back another chuckle, the other servant, and his close friend, Ohno jabbing him sharply in the side. “Of whom I adore so much.” General Sakurai shifted uncomfortably, lowering his head in shame.

            “No, sire,” Nino said, his tongue dripping with well-known sarcasm. “I only wish to please you.” He pulled out his invisible skirts and curtsied deeply. Ahh, the joker of the lot. His sharp eyes and blade of a tongue were intriguing to the king. If Nino wasn’t so good about doing his task while entertaining the king at the same time, he would have slain him long ago. Nino’s sharp wit was the main reason why he wasn’t adorned with scars; he kept King Matsumoto’s senses aflame with needed lust to control.

            “Which you will do shortly.” The king smiled, a menacing thing, really, albeit the kind of pretty smile that wasn’t often looked upon then. Nino stood straight, ignoring Ohno’s exasperated sigh as he raised an inquisitive curved eyebrow. He knew better than to speak up again, until the king called upon his clever words.

            “Aiba,” King Matsumoto drawled, brushing his curving bangs from his face with an air of importance. The maid, sorry, butler, stood a bit taller, attempting to take his childish smile from his face. The king wished he wouldn’t try; it turned his adorable face into one of squints and scrunched features. Simply, it didn’t fit him. King Matsumoto enjoyed his smiles and his loving nature, it was why the man was his maid-butler, excuse me. “Would you excuse yourself from the room until I call you, please Aiba? And Ohno as well. Entertain yourselves for a few minutes, will you? Surely you’ll know when you’re again needed.”

            Nino smiled impishly at the general as Ohno left his side, Aiba soon following after. The butler pouted, frowning childishly at the general. Sakurai smiled gently, assuring him that everything would be ok; King Matsumoto liked them after all, right?

            “Right then,” the king said, causing Sakurai to jump nervously. Nino sidled over to him, allowing their arms to bump slightly, as though to offer some sort of comfort that wasn’t really there. He thought too much, that general, but in a very crafty way. His mind was calculative, the main factor he was such a good general in the first place; the poor man could not fight for his life, even if he was forced to.

            “Right then…” King Matsumoto repeated. Nino caught the shrill in his voice, hidden as it was behind layers of practiced cool and cold charm. What was this man planning for them?

            Frankly, King Matsumoto didn’t know where to begin, how to begin. He’d been so excited to have possibly finally found the perfect way to escape his tortured feeling as of recent that he’d forgotten to plan his plan out. And with his general, his oh so very smart general, as the main cast of that unplanned plan, there was no one to help him map out what should be done.

            So, tapping his lengthy fingers on one armrest while fingering his crown with the other hand, King Matsumoto studied his subjects. Fear literally radiated off of them, or at least off of his general. He almost felt the desire to pout, upset that the person he entrusted his entire army and practically kingdom to would be afraid of him, and that the prankster Ninomiya was not. Not that he really minded; that off-handed coolness of the man only proved that he didn’t really give a damn, and that would make trying to make him give a damn all that much more entertaining.

            “Sho,” he drawled, using the general’s first name. It had been on intent of surprising him, and of course it did. The general’s head shot up in sheer shock, back stiff and frozen like a fine-tipped sword. “Come here.” The few seconds before the man moved were almost enough to take the fun out of the moment and King Matsumoto didn’t really want that to happen. He nearly sighed as his general stepped tentatively towards him, until he was right before the gold clad throne.

            The king bent, allowing a playful smirk to grace his lips. “S-sire,” Sakurai murmured, his cheeks brightening with a hint of heat. King Matsumoto enjoyed this and he reached down a hand to cup his general’s chin.

            “You will do as I say, won’t you Sho?” The question was submissive, eliciting a confused glance from the general. “You’ll do as I say?” King Matsumoto asked again, widening his eyes.

            “Y… yes of course, sire,” Sakurai said with a deep bow. The king smirked happily, patting Sakurai’s cheek gently, allowing the rings to slap against the warm skin.

            “Good. Now…” he paused, thinking again. How exactly did he want to go about telling the poor general what he wanted him to do? He practically felt sorry for the man, knowing that he would be experiencing a painful amount of shame within the next few minutes, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to achieve his satisfaction. “Now you will go…” He licked his lips, glancing at Ninomiya who was watching them as if he was trying to hear what they were quietly discussing. The King chuckled. “You will go and take Ninomiya in front of me.”

            “Sire?” Sho squeaked, jerking his head up. “Sire, what?”

            “I said,” King Matsumoto growled, growing impatient, “That you will go take that bitch Ninomiya as yours in front of me.” He pushed general Sakurai away forcefully with a sneer. “You said you’d do as I said so go do it.” Making sure that his voice was deep, powerful, and menacing, he coupled the feelings in to his glare and Sakurai was stumbling away from him towards Nino in a daze.

            The king’s heart started to bubble with anticipation. Sakurai neared Ninomiya who smirked as he approached him. “The bastard of a king wants you to fuck me, doesn’t he,” He stated simply. Nino knew better than to take initiative so he waited until the general grimaced apologetically and pushed him back against the cold and hard wall before he reacted.

            Quite simple was it, really, to react to the general’s touches. Despite his reluctance to engage with a man, much less Nino, he was fairly good, with those soft and supple lips teasing Nino’s neck and calloused hands trailing in ghost-like tendrils over his enclothed thighs. “I don’t know what to do,” Sakurai whispered breathily. Of course it would be hard for a man to engage with another man, especially while there was yet another man watching and even more still two men waiting to join them, without knowing that they would be.

            Nino easily entangled his stubby fingers into the general’s thick, dark hair, flicking his eyes greedily towards the King who was watching them intently. This is what you want, asshole? He thought sadistically before bending his head to murmur, “Pretend I’m a fucking girl, Sakurai. After that it won’t be so hard.” Releasing Sakurai’s hair, Nino grabbed his head in both hands, dragging his head up so that their lips meshed messily against one another.

            Sakurai’s gasp was swallowed by Nino’s tongue circling his mouth. His fingers pressed lustily against his face and the general was afraid to move. Face scrunched, he tilted his head to the side, heart pounding insanely in his chest and brain telling him that this was everything but how things like this were supposed to be. But he had sworn to obey his king; and he would while attempting to enjoy this… this act he was performing at the same time.

            The king licked his lips, leaning on one hand to stare greedily at his two sloppy subjects. Sakurai had taken his damn sweet time to finally press close to Ninomiya, close enough to return the kiss that the man was giving him with the same intent of pleasing both himself and the king. King Matsumoto was rather enjoying this. His heart even jumped when he heard his general groan under something Ninomiya did with his tongue. Somehow the king knew that once he drew in the other servant and his butler, everything would get a lot more… interesting. Sakurai and Ninomiya could not alone undress themselves. That was the butler’s job, and the servant would most likely not hesitate to help.

            Nino pulled away from Sakurai, teasing the man’s swollen lips with his teeth. “That was hot,” he laughed, before plunging down to the man’s neck. He knew that the king would rather Sakurai be in control, but the man was always in control, of every little thing, so why shouldn’t Nino give him a break? “He wants you to call Aiba and Ohno,” he hissed, nipping at the general’s perspiring skin.

            “Aiba?” Sakurai managed to choke out, having easily lost himself in the desire for Nino to actually be a woman, not that him being a man was treating him so poorly. His body was hot and desperate, Nino’s soft, pink lips against his skin, teasing, his hot breath tickling, and his tongue flicking wetly, causing a deep shiver to arise in his spine.

            “Yes Aiba, Sho.” Nino was irritated. His hands slipped under the general’s clothes, caressing the hot and molded skin that lay beneath. “He’s getting impatient, I can feel it.” And he bit down hard just as Sakurai decided to call his friend’s name.

            “Ai-BA!” Sakurai shouted in a gasp. The doors flew open, revealing the butler with the other servant at his side. Worried frown souring his features, the butler jerked to a stop upon the scene of the king watching Nino suck heartily on his general’s neck. He didn’t bother to notice Ohno’s eyes light up in muted excitement, and the servant waited patiently as the butler regained his composure, uncomfortably taking the scene in. The king didn’t even glance towards the two newcomers, though he of course knew they’d come in. Ninomiya was smart and contained himself very well while Sakurai had been easily lost in whatever the servant was doing to him.

            In short time Nino shot a direct, daring pair of eyes towards his fellow servant. A smile twitched on Ohno’s lips and he took Aiba’s limp hand in his gently. “It’s our turn,” he whispered. “If we don’t go, King Matsumoto won’t be pleased,” he prodded upon Aiba’s slight hesitation. When he tugged, Aiba followed almost dejectedly, only to suddenly brighten at the general’s nearly limp frame.

            “I want the general,” he declared. Ohno had known this was going to happen, so he pushed the lanky butler forward, propelling the man’s long arms to lock around Sakurai as he stumbled into him.

            Sakurai jumped at the sudden pressure on him and attempted to turn his head to catch a glimpse of who, or what, it was, but Nino once again grabbed his face in his. He heard a whisper or breath in his ear and shivered. “Aiba will take care of you now, general.” There was a smirk against his earlobe and then teeth at it. Hips ground into his backside and he pushed into them while staying attached to Nino. His lips throbbed and his back started to ache at the uncomfortable position, but he couldn’t say he hated the situation he was in.

            The king shifted in his throne upon Ohno and Aiba’s entrance, thoroughly amused. Of course the butler would attack his general; he’d known that there was something beyond those playful and innocent eyes of his. But what would the sleepy servant do? He was thrilled to find out. Would he tie everything together or would he go for the fellow servant; King Matsumoto did not know, and he didn’t want to wait to find out. But he knew that if he interrupted them now, things would come to a stop and he really didn’t want to be brandishing his sword upon his lovely subjects, at least not while he was in this position.

            So he watched as patiently as he could as Ohno approached his general and whispered something in his ear. The kind frowned, unable to hear it.

            “We’ll help you loosen up, general.” Ohno whispered. Nino pulled away from the general with a sigh and pulled his fellow servant’s face over to him by his dark hair.

            “We’re helping the king loosen up, idiot.”

            “Huh… what?” Sakurai managed to gasp, tilting his head back against Aiba’s shoulders. The man hadn’t stopped moving yet and the general couldn’t get enough of the pressure at his back.

            Nino stared at Ohno for a minute, irritation flashing across his features, then he looked at the general and answered wryly, “The king is stressed. He thinks watching us have sex will relieve that stress of his. And since he’s our king, we need to do as he says.” He smirked and flicked his tongue against Ohno’s chin, dragging it up to his ear.

            “Doesn’t sound so bad,” Ohno mumbled under Nino’s assault. Nino snickered and flashed his tongue against the servant’s small, pink lips. Ohno snaked a slender hand around Nino’s neck, pulling him into a full blown kiss, in which the general watched with lidded eyes. Behind him he could hear the butler’s pants growing more frantic, and little pricks of his skin as Aiba started to nip the exposed flesh lightly.

            “You like that, general?” Aiba whispered lustily, causing Sakurai’s eyes to flutter shut involuntarily. He groaned quietly, moving his hips against the man behind him, relishing in the delicious friction against his back side.

            “Oh no no no,” Ohno crooned with wet lips, pulling away from Nino gently. “You have to watch.” He drew the general closer to him, Aiba following closely after, and started to literally single-handedly unbuckle his trousers. Immediately Sakurai’s eyes flew open to stare breathlessly down as the hand ridding him of his clothes, albeit it only partially.

            The king watched in awe as his two servants simultaneously plunged their hands into his general’s pants, Nino grinning, sadistically and slow, and Ohno with a calming, pleasant half smile. King Matsumoto leaned forward, intent on catching the slight groans slipping from the general’s lips as the two hands worked away at him under his pants and his close friend grinded against his back. He licked his lips, blinking once, ever so slowly. Sakurai’s eyes were plainly having a difficult time staying open, and the soft, or so it seemed soft, touch of the butler’s hand to his chin appeared to be what was keeping him slightly sane.

            The king’s hand unconsciously traveled to the aching bulge in his gold crested dress gowns, and he hissed as he touched himself, pulling back instantly. “Fuck,” he slurred, as if drunk. He clasped his hands in front of him anxious to see the rest of his naughty scheme play out, anticipation threatening to overflow.

            “A-ah…” Sakurai moaned, his eyes half-lidded and lips parted rather explicitly. Aiba touched a finger to his lips and drew it along the plushy buds, only to gently slide it against his tongue soon after, all the while whispering obscene words into the man’s neck. The general’s legs shook with efforts to stand and in the back of his head, somewhere very far away, he wondered how he was still standing as little pangs of pleasure grew larger and larger with each thrust of the hands in his pants and grind against his back side. His pants had now slipped to his ankles, leaving his trembling legs free to the chill of the room, making them even more helplessly unsteady. “I-I,” he stuttered, jutting his hips painfully back against Aiba.

            “Oh?” Aiba asked, pulling away. Sakurai’s hips thrust back and he whined at the loss. “Guys, I think he’s almost at his limits.” Slowly he started rubbing at the erecting in his own pants, desperate for some friction, even if it was only his own.

Ohno’s eyes caught on it surely and he smiled sincerely, withdrawing his hand from Sakurai’s briefs. He turned to Nino who raised an eyebrow suggestively, backing away from the trembling and desperate general. Ohno leaned innocently closer to Sakurai and whispered, “Push him against the wall.”

            Sakurai’s eyes widened and he glanced to the butler, who was now fervently rubbing the palm of his hand against his clothed cock. The general stared for a few seconds, taking in the pleased face to find that that was who he wanted. Swiftly, swifter than anyone would have guessed of the unathletic general, Sakurai had pushed Aiba front first against the wall and rid himself of the material on his lower half.

            The butler squeaked as his palms smacked the cold solid wall and he rested his head against is as Sakurai deftly removed his trousers. Ohno snuck in between Aiba and the wall, capturing the man’s lips as Sakurai slowly pushed one finger into Aiba’s entrance, then another. He scissored his fingers, stretching the tight heat, preparing the butler as well as he could before he anxiously removed his fingers to replace them with his throbbing cock.

            Aiba’s yelp of shock and pain was swallowed by Ohno’s lips on his and crafty hands working away at a calming pace at his cock. “Sorry, Aiba, sorry,” Sakurai moaned monotonously as he pushed farther into the man in front of him. Tears sprung to Aiba’s eyes and the general embedded himself fully into the slightly taller man, pausing for a second to collect himself.

           Nino leaned against the wall, flicking his eyes back and forth between the king and the three men beside him. The king looked like he was having trouble breathing and Nino chuckled hoarsely, restraining himself from doing anything more. He didn’t know whether he should jump in or not… not that anyone was giving him the opportunity. Especially not now because Ohno was entertaining Aiba with his hand and his lips… Nino felt sorely left out, but figured he’d get his chance later in the game… much later.

            Both he and the king jumped, startled as a strangled moan escaped Aiba’s lips and Nino’s head swiveled to the side, watching as Sakurai pulled out, only to slam harshly back into the butler, who was now sobbing. “Oh god, Aiba,” Sakurai groaned roughly, picking up his pace. He gripped the man’s pale hips, digging his fingers into the sensitive skin for support. Aiba pulled his mouth from Ohno’s resting his head on his shoulder now, biting his swollen lips. Ohno’s hand worked meticulously at his cock coupling with Sakurai’s constant attack at just that right spot causing bright white stars to flitter at the edges of his streaming eyes.

            The butler’s stomach tightened, then spazmed slightly, but he wasn’t ready to let loose just yet. Mustering all his strength, he lifted a shaking hand to dive into the depths of Ohno’s pants, taking his aching and weeping cock in hand. Ohno’s abdomen twitched at the touch, and he sped his pace at Aiba, who started moving to match it, flicking a finger over the slit every now and then to elicit a garbled moan of pleasure from Ohno’s lips.

            With Ohno’s increased pace and flicks of the wrist, Aiba’s stomach clenched pleasantly, almost painfully and he scrunched his eyes shut, riding out his orgasm while cumming into Ohno’s still moving hand. This clench of the hot and now slicked walls sent Sho over the edge, who spilled into Aiba with a dragged out groan of white hot pleasure. Sakurai pulled out, sinking to the floor with a tired and pleased sigh.

            Aiba knelt on pure will, despite how tired he was and how much he wanted to lie beside Sakurai, he knew Ohno needed a release. He dragged down Ohno’s pants and took his angled cock into his mouth. Ohno’s hands immediately went for Aiba’s light hair, entangling his long digits in the thick strands. “A-Aiba ohh…” He moaned, thrusting into the wetness. Aiba pulled back to the head, then bit by bit took the whole cock into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks, dragged his tongue over the underside of the hard member and hummed gutturally, bringing the man over the edge.

            Swallowing hastily, Aiba wiped his lips and promptly fell back against Sho’s heaving chest. “Exausted,” he muttered, his whole body shuddering pleasantly with the aftermath of release. Ohno slipped down the wall beside them while Nino and the king watched on, breathless and desperate for a hand other than their own.

            King Matsumoto slid shakily from his throne, walking over to Nino with a determination that only the trickster seemed to notice, as the others were all in a tired heap of limbs. “You… come with me,” he rasped in a low voice, and Nino smirked. He pocketed his fists, following leisurely after the king, just to annoy him.

            “Did you enjoy that, sire?” Nino hummed, masking his voice perfectly despite the lump of pure want in his throat.

            The king sneered, impatient. “I will only relax when I have you begging underneath me, Ninomiya,” he growled.

            “As you wish, your majesty,” Nino quipped, laughing silently.

Title: Boring
Pairing: Tsutoshi (OhnoxOC)
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): More fail smut? 8D
Note:.
WHEEE!! Tsuki love look I finished it for you!
Ahaha I’m sorry if it completely sucks >> I really need to improve with my smut! I’ll do my best! And I hope you enjoy kekeke.

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Cynthia didn’t expect anything else, but she was still disappointed when Ohno just stood there with her plastered into his back with no reaction. “Ohno-o,” she whined, tucking her chin into his shoulder and wrapping her legs around his waist. He tapped his head to hers and laughed softly, bouncing her higher onto his back. “You never get surprised by anything,” she pouted.

            Ohno wrapped his long fingers around her wrists and tucked his chin to his chest to kiss them lightly. “Maybe you don’t do anything surprising,” he suggested lightly.

            Cynthia huffed in indignation. “You heard me coming?” He shook his head. “See! How come I didn’t surprise you? How boring.” She crawled a little higher up on his back then buried her head into his neck, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the dark brown skin.

            “Boring?” Ohno asked, his voice touched with a hint of sadness. “I’m boring to you?” There was such simple disappointment in his voice that Cynthia’s heart twisted. She kissed his neck softly.

            “I didn’t mean it that way,” she told him quietly. She felt horrible for upsetting him; so simple as he was. Of course he’d be hurt because of her careless statement.

            “Then how did you mean it?” He questioned patiently. He would not prod her, but wait quietly for her truthful answer. She was ashamed.

            “I mean, your reactions are boring… Sometimes amusing because of that, but boring nonetheless.” Cynthia bit her lip in anticipation for his reply. She was glad she couldn’t see his face and he hers.

            His hands tightened around her wrists, gently removing her arms from around his neck. In a few swift steps he was in front of their bed, pulling her from around his body and dropping her onto hi. Ohno stood above her, a soft smile on his lips.

            “I’m not boring,” he whispered, crawling over her.

            “E-eh?” Cynthia squeaked in surprise, words choking her. Her eyes widened as Ohno’s slender hands trailed up her body underneath her shirt. His head rose to come level with hers.

            “I’ll prove that to you right now.”

            He kissed her neck softly, letting his tongue poke through his lips to draw small circles on the hot skin.

            Heat coursed through Cynthia’s body, surely coloring her cheeks a deep shade of red. “Y-you don’t have to prove it!” She yelped in protest, squirming self-consciously beneath him.

            Ohno chuckled into her neck causing her to shiver at the short breaths of air wisping against her skin, and lifted himself from her. “So you don’t want me to?” His eyes flashed, his bottom lip protruding slightly below his upper on to form an incredibly cute and effective pout.

            Cynthia’s eyes attached to his lips, wet and inviting. “Well, I… I didn’t say that,” she stuttered.

            Ohno’s lips retreated, pulling back into a wide and accomplished smile. “Ok.”

            “O…” Cynthia stared up at the incredibly sexy man above her and swallowed the pounding lump in her throat. “Ok?” What had she gotten herself into?”

            Instead of a reply, Ohno licked his lips and withdrew his fingers from Cynthia’s waist. A mewl of protest escaped her throat before she could stop it, skin growing cold from where his hot digits no longer held her. She followed his hands longingly as he moved them slowly to the hem of his t-shirt, gripping it loosely. Inch by miniscule inch he lifted the material from his abdomen, chest… Cynthia’s hear beat faster at each newly exposed inch of smooth, honey-tinted skin. She wondered if it tasted as sweet. His chest moved up and down slowly, muscles flexing with each breath. She started to rise from the bed, tempted to touch his godly body, to feel the honey coated muscles as they flexed, to taste the sweat perspiration that was soon to form.

            But Ohno wouldn’t let her. Easily, he threw the fabric over his head and pressed Cynthia back into the bed with a single hand. She almost pouted, almost complained, but his lips covered hers before she could utter any such things.

            Teasing. He was teasing her with his lips, subtly moving them against hers but not going any deeper than a flick of tongue across her upper lip. She closed her eyes, trying to play along with his game, but it was difficult. Every movement was unexpected, random, and sent a spark of excitement tingling down her body. By the time he pulled away, catching her bottom lip between his teeth as he did so, her body was completely ignited and shaking in anticipation of what Ohno was sure to bring her.

            Ohno looked her body up and down, as if deciding where to torment her next. His eyes caught on her chest and she clenched her teeth, heat pulsing to her cheeks. Swiftly, he pulled her shirt from her body, letting her fall back comfortably onto the cushion of the bed sheets. Cynthia knew he would be able to see her racing heart in her chest, for she could feel the pulsations all the way to her toes.

            Hot hands fluttered against her stomach which contracted at the gossamer touch. Cynthia shut her eyes tight, biting her bottom lip as Ohno’s artistic digits slid up her body. She felt as if she would stop breathing any second, only small puffs of air freeing themselves from her lungs as her throat constricted in pleasure.

            Ohno paused his trek up Cynthia’s body, just under the mounds of her breasts that were still covered by the thin, lacy bra. She whimpered quietly, his fingertips poking under the sheer material. “O-Ohno,” she whispered, hoping she wasn’t giving her excitement away too much. “Ohno wai- ah!” Her whole upper body twitched as Ohno’s thumb and pointer pinched her nipples, turning the pink nubs instantly hard. A wave of pleasure and desire grew in her chest and flowed down her body as one large shiver.

            “Nn…” she whimpered, throwing her head to the side, eyes still shut tight so that little darkly colored stars twirled behind her eyelids. Ohno was removing the bra from her chest so he could have full view of her ample breasts. His hands curved around her back to unbuckle the strap, quickly relieving her heating skin of the interruptive fabric. He kissed the skin between her breasts before taking one into his mouth, nipping it lightly. Cynthia’s hips twitched upward with a bitten back cry. Ohno’s tongue swirled and curved around her nipple as he started to suck heartily and his free hand traveled up to massage the other one. She threw her head to the other side, clenching her jaw. She didn’t want to cry out, didn’t want to thrash around like her body was telling her to, begging her to. She didn’t want to give Ohno a reason to torment her more, but damn it felt so good.

            When she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, only just realizing that she’d been holding it in the first place, she let loose a gust of air along with a loud moan. She giggled helplessly, shifting in embarrassment under her harasser. “S-sorry,” she mumbled, biting her lip and peeking through her eyelashes. Ohno stopped toying with her just, popping his mouth from her breast audibly.

            “Don’t apologize,” he whispered, licking his lips. Cynthia’s mouth went parchment dry in a second. “I want to hear you.” She gulped, trying to wet her mouth.

            “But it’s embarrassing,” she rasped, licking her dry lips. Ohno caught the movement and trailed his hands down her torso while staring at her now wet lips. He tickled her hips and laughed softly as she wriggled under him before pressing his lips to hers gently. The kiss was slow and passionate and Cynthia enjoyed it. It made her heart pop and bubble like pop rocks, fizzing louder with each slight movement of his lips on hers, sweet, warm, and delicious.

            She sighed into him, only to suck the breath back into her clenching throat sharply. His hips brushed against hers then molded into her, rocking and swaying at a made up rhythm. She felt a low groan build up in her throat and pulled away from Ohno’s lips to swallow and attempt to regulate her breathing. That didn’t work; Ohno smirked and gripped her hips tighter, swinging his in a languid tempo.

            Unintentionally, she started moving back against him, eliciting a sharp hiss from his now parted lips. She could have sworn that he uttered her name, but she was too far gone in their little restrained dance to really notice. Her breathing was hitched and ragged, nothing like their fluid movements against each other. She couldn’t ignore Ohno’s hardness against her pelvis and it was making it all that much harder for her to focus on anything; like keeping herself quiet.

            But she really didn’t want to say anything, it was just too embarrassing. “Cynthia,” Ohno whispered, voice heavy with lust. His hip motions stopped shortly and without warning against hers. “If you insist I’ll make you even more embarrassed.” Cynthia really didn’t know what to do then. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t find the will to let her lungs feel the release they needed. Words wouldn’t come to her head, she couldn’t reply.

            All she could do was fall and moan when Ohno’s lithe hands tugged at her pants, pulling them from her legs, only to do the same to his own. Two fingers slid soft as feathers up her inner thigh and she gasped, bracing herself. The two fingers went in slowly and her body radiated with heat, sweat pooling at her temples. Slowly, slowly, all the way in until they could go no further, and he tickled her with a few twitches of the digits. A high squeak flew from her lips as she thrust into his hand once and rather ungracefully.

            “O-Ohno,” she whimpered, flustered. His two fingers weren’t enough. Not nearly enough compared to how much he was making her feel, how heightened her senses were. The fingers, as beautiful and cunning as they were, were no substitute for what her body desperately wanted. “Ohno,” she pleaded, reaching for his shoulders desperately.

            “Ohno,” she said again, groaning as his fingers left her to fumble in his discarded pants for a condom. He slipped it on smoothly, almost expertly, and pressed the tip of his cock to her opening gently, flashing her a look of concern. She shot him a, she hoped, encouraging smile which turned into a grimace of pain mixed with pleasure as he went into her. He was desperate, she could tell. All the teasing he’d done had only set him off more and it made Cynthia’s stomach twist just to think that this man could get turned on by her, but to actually know made her stomach feel like it was on fire.

            And his hips started flashing, pounding into her harsher than she’d expected, a cry escaping from her parted lips. Her back arched in pleasure, twisting against his thrusts, hands retreating from his shoulders to clench the bed sheets within her sweaty hands as if it would give her some support. His head fell to her shoulder as he thrust, faster and faster, need for release growing larger and larger for both. Hot breath flooded her ear and her stomach flip-flopped, tightening unexpectedly. Lips brushed her earlobe and a wet, warm tongue tickled it surely. Cynthia couldn’t even wonder how Ohno had the control to do such a thing when she couldn’t even modify the sounds that were streaming from her lips.

            Her stomach tightened and her hips thrust up once more before her toes curled in pleasure, reaching her orgasm rather quick. She rode it out fully, twisting and turning, Ohno still pressing deeper and deeper until he could no more and with a groan, sticky sweet with pleasure, let himself release. He fell to her side, quickly removing the condom and disposing of it in the nearby wastebasket.

            Cynthia placed a hand on her chest, feeling her heart pound incessantly and she wondered how she was still alive. “My heart’s pounding,” she whispered, not knowing what made her said it. “And it’s your fault.”

            Ohno cupped her cheek in one hand, turning her head so that their eyes met. He smiled brightly, obviously pleased, and caressed her cheek. “I told you I wasn’t boring.”

            Cynthia laughed. “So you did.” She stroked a finger up his chest and drew a circle around his belly button, frowning. “Man, you’re not even ticklish.” Ohno just smiled wider, a full-fledged grin, and pulled her still shaking body into his arms, nestling his nose into her hair. They both sighed, falling into a relaxed state, bodies finally descending from their induced high.

Title: Boundaries
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Junba
Prompt: no. 009: Boundaries
Word Count: 2402
Rating: R
Summary: Aiba restrained his feelings for too long
Disclaimer: Arashi’s not miiiine~
Note:.
Man… honestly this isn’t one of my favorites, but I hope everyone can enjoy it anyway XD

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“There are some places you shouldn’t go,” Jun had once said. “Some places better off not trying to push past.

            Aiba rocked back in his chair, frowning. He remembered Jun pushing him away, no matter how long ago it had been, and the slight pinch of pain resurfaced. Outlines of Jun’s long fingers reappeared, pressing against his chest, firmly telling him ‘no’. This was somewhere Aiba was not allowed to go. He saw Jun’s strained frown and lowered, ashamed eyes. A soft murmur of a regretful cry crept from Aiba’s slightly parted lips and he shut his eyes with a sigh. He recalled Jun’s wistful sigh as he’d turned from Aiba, shadow following after to leave him alone. The pain returned, but the days preceding the incident had been worse. Being forced o act as though nothing had happened, nothing had changes, was terribly and heart wrenchingly difficult. But Aiba had done it anyway, Jun easily doing the same.

            Years. It’d been years since that pain had diminished, so why was it resurfacing now? The many days he’d had to act as if nothing was wrong. Aiba didn’t want it back. If he messed up again it would all be over. Everything he’d pushed back behind a wall and covered up would bellow out of him, threatening to ruin what he’d built thus far.

            “Aiba?” Aiba’s eyes shot open. Surprised, he and the chair lost their balance and snapped forward. With a loud ‘smack’ Aiba hit heads with Jun who stumbled backwards and shouted with a laugh, “Oi! Are you an idiot?”

            Aiba smiled, embarrassed, and rubbed his forehead. “Sorry, Matsujun,” he giggled, pushing back the blush that was surely spreading across his cheeks.

            Jun swatted at his head then gave a half smile. “Come on, we’ve got to go.” Aiba nodded and stood to follow Jun, heart pounding the whole way.

            Aiba hung back after the filming, catching Jun’s dark eyes with his pleading ones. Jun nodded and held up a finger. ‘One second’ he seemed to say. Aiba smiled faintly at his back and tried to calm his racing heart.

            He had no idea what he was doing. Pacing around the room, Aiba was regretting his spur of the moment decision. Even that decision was unknown to him. Was it to confront Jun about the past? Or maybe the return of his feelings. Either way, telling Jun of his current thoughts was a bad idea. A terribly bad idea. If the resurfacing feelings were real, Aiba knew being with Jun, alone, might bring them all the way back, bursting out of him. He’d suppressed them this long, but there was no guarantee he could do so any longer. This time, though, if Jun were to refuse him, Aiba knew he would be able to take advantage. The thought frightened him and he set to thinking up ways about how to deter Jun. Maybe he could tell him he’d forgotten what he was doing… or maybe he could just leave now… too late.

            Aiba jumped several feet in the air when Jun entered the green room, coming up close to him. He raised a slender eyebrow. “Woah there, Aiba. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

            Aiba laughed, high pitched and nervous. Biting his lip, he stepped back. He wasn’t ready for this confrontation. The emotions pushing on his existence were begging to be put to use.

            “Aiba what’s wrong?” Jun’s eyes flooded with worry and he stepped towards Aiba again. Aiba tried to hide the fear he could feel widening his eyes. He closed them. “Aiba?” Jun’s voice was closer now and Aiba tensed. He took a deep, calming breath, relaxed his face, and smiled as genuinely as he could.

            “I’m fine Matsujun. Sorry for calling you out here.”

            Jun’s eyebrows knit together in a skeptical frown. Aiba shifted nervously under his scrutinizing eyes but kept his smile firm. He needed Jun to leave right now if he was to have any further control over himself. The past few weeks had been torture for poor Aiba and now was the peak. If Jun didn’t leave within the next few minutes, well, Aiba didn’t really want to think about what would happen.

            “You’re lying,” Jun finally whispered, advancing on Aiba to stick his face in his. “I’ve known you well and long enough to know the difference between your lies and truths.” Aiba’s smile fell in an instant and he gulped.

            “J-Jun,” he stuttered, trying to move away from Jun’s temptingly close body and delicious breath on his face. But his feet remained glued to the floor. “You should probably go now.”

            Jun scoffed at Aiba, straightening and rolling his eyes to the side. “You’re the one who called me hear. Don’t tell me to leave until you’ve stated your business, which,” he paused to lock his eyes on Aiba’s. “I know you haven’t.”

            Aiba bit his lip, looking away hastily. “I forgot what I was going to say,” he said, breathless. “Don’t the others need you?”

            Jun raised an eyebrow. “Seriously, Aiba. This isn’t like you.” Aiba laughed, only to be stopped short when he felt Jun’s hand wrap tightly around his wrist. “What’s the matter?”

            With his last bit of restraint, Aiba whispered. “You once said, Jun, that there are some places I should never go, never attempt to push past.” Jun’s cheeks colored slowly as recognition of the words clouded his eyes. “But, oh Jun I want to go there.” On the last sentence, Aiba’s reason, restraint, and anything else that had been keeping him from Jun, cracked and spilled over. He pulled Jun into him by the hand that hadn’t yet released his wrist, enveloping the younger man in a strong hug. Nuzzling his nose and lips into Jun’s neck, he breathed in the long forgotten scent of soft spice and soap.

            The two were quiet for a few moments until Jun’s shaky breath broke the moment. “Aiba…” Aiba stepped back, head down and wobbly smile on his lips. For the life of him he couldn’t and wouldn’t look Jun in the eyes. Tears stung at the edges of his eyes and his nose pricked uncomfortably in the tear’s presence. But at least Jun wasn’t pushing him away. At least those slender hands and luscious lips weren’t denying him again… yet.

            “Sorry, Jun,” He laughed breathily, heart racing painfully within his entire being. “Sorry…” Aiba choked on his words and bent his head lower. This wasn’t what he’d wanted, but it wasn’t like he’d expected anything less. Uncertainty and rejection hung in the air around the two men wordlessly.

            “Aiba…” Jun said again, a little firmer.

            Aiba jumped back, startled, and started running his mouth, desperately trying to hide his anxiety and fear of the rejection that was sure to come. “I won’t do it anymore Jun, ok? I’ll stop feeling this way, I’ll ignore it, I’ll pretend nothing happened like I did last time. I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I don’t want to mess this up…” His words came together as one long run-on sentence and he bit back the tears that threatened. A terrible pain was tugging at his heart, but he ignored it to the best of his abilities. There was nothing even close to a guarantee that things could return to such deemed as normal. Aiba opened his mouth to say more, to say sorry once again, but Jun interrupted.

           “Aiba, just shut up.” Aiba did as he was told and marveled as Jun’s features smoothed, calmed, and softened. “Just shut up,” he said again, grabbing Aiba and tugging him into his arms.

            Aiba froze, feeling his heart momentarily stop, then started struggling, whimpering. Jun held him tighter until his frantic struggles slowed to a stop and he slumped in Jun’s arms. Aiba didn’t want Jun playing him. If this was something like sympathy or pity or nothing more than friendship, Aiba didn’t want it.

            “I just said I’d stop, Jun. What are you doing?” And despite the unwillingness to be pitied, Aiba wrapped his arms around Jun’s slim waist, cuddling closer to his warm body.

          Jun sighed and Aiba shivered at the feeling of Jun’s warm breath against his neck. “Aiba, what do you want?” Aiba had expected irritation in Jun’s voice, but there was none, only a mix of excitement and relief, which Aiba couldn’t comprehend clearly.

            Aiba opened his mouth, closed it, swallowed, and then said, ever so quietly, “You.” Jun smiled so Aiba could see it, a bright flash that suddenly disappeared into his neck. Aiba could feel the curve of Jun’s lips and squirmed under the ticklish sensation. “You’re not going to push me away?” Aiba questioned, highly apprehensive even as he held Jun even tighter.

            “Never.” Jun nicked Aiba’s neck, causing him to twitch. “Never again.” Lips traveled over Aiba’s neck, slow and soft and devious. Warmth flooded his body, sending sharp tingles of excitement from his head to his toes.

            “Wh… what about your boundaries?” Aiba bit his lip against a whimper of pleasure while Jun trailed his hot tongue up his neck.

            “We can push past them together,” he mumbled. Aiba wrapped his hand in Jun’s hair and plucked him away from his neck. Jun growled low in his throat, irritation and impatience flushing his cheeks.

            “Are you sure?” Aiba’s question was a threat, lust burning a deep red flame in his eyes. Jun opened his mouth to reply, but Aiba interrupted. “I can push past those boundaries, right?”

            “Yes Aiba, I…” Those few words were all Aiba needed to shove his lips to Jun’s, enjoying the gasp he enticed from those soft, juicy lips. He turned his head to the side, deepening the sure kiss. Their mouths moved against each other, slow and determined, memorizing the shape and taste. Without an inch of hesitance, Aiba poked his tongue through, touching it to the tip of Jun’s softly. A shiver of pleasure flew through his body, their hot tongues gently nudging each other. Jun groaned, slouching somewhat in Aiba’s arms and trailed his tongue further along Aiba’s. Aiba twisted his, capturing Jun’s and sucking it harshly.

            When Jun pulled away, tongue hissing through Aiba’s used lips, Aiba dove down to his neck and placed his hand on his slight waist.

            “A… Aiba,” Jun breathed. Aiba ignored the little ball of sparks in his stomach which was sending off streams of pleasure to his lower regions, and kissed his way up Jun’s slender neck.

            “If I end up going too far,” he mumbled against Jun’s uneven pulse, “feel free to stop me.” He played with Jun’s sharp hip bones before crawling under his shirt. His mouth attached to Jun’s pulse, sucking harshly in time, uncaring to whether a mark would be left or not. He travelled slowly up Jun’s front, tickling and tapping every piece of skin. Upon reaching his nipples, Aiba laid his palms flat on the soft, now hardening stumps. Jun whimpered quietly, shifting slightly from foot to foot.

            Aiba detached himself from Jun’s neck to watch his flushed face as he pinched the man’s nipples between his thumb and pointer, tugging and tweaking the sensitive skin. Jun bit his lips which wobbled and closed his eyes tightly.

            “Jun,” Aiba gulped, pausing. Jun’s eyes shot open angrily.

            “What?!” He snapped, obviously not liking the delay in action.

            “Jun I… I want…” he trailed off, eyes slipping down Jun’s rising and falling chest to the bulge in his tight pants, feeling his own uncomfortably tight on him.

            Jun licked his lips slowly. Then he grabbed Aiba’s wrist and dragged his hand to his hardened enclothed cock. Aiba sucked in a sharp breath, searching Jun’s eyes before his plucked his hand from his wrist. Quickly he unbuttoned Jun’s pants and stripped him of them and his boxers. Jun’s breath hitched in anticipation before Aiba’s hand encircled his cock.

            Carefully, Aiba stroked Jun, slow and unsure at first. But Jun wanted more. “Aiba,” he moaned, causing Aiba’s stomach to twist pleasantly. “Aiba, c-come on.” He was quiet and whiny. Aiba stroked him, rubbing his thumb over the slit at the head a few times until pre-cum slicked his fingertips. Then he became harsh, adhering to Jun’s pleas, quickly jerking him off. Jun groaned, long and low, thrusting in time to Aiba’s hand.

            Aiba’s mouth went dry, suddenly feeling Jun’s hands fumbling with his pants. His hand jolted to a stop, shocked eyes locked on Jun’s desperate, dark ones. Jun let Aiba’s pants drop from his hips to pool around his ankles.

           Aiba’s breath caught in his throat and his heart stuttered. Jun now had his cock in his hand as well as his own. The friction stole Aiba’s mind from him, rendering him utterly useless. Jun grabbed his hand and drew them even closer together than they already were, heaving chests colliding.

            “Aiba, you need to help at least a little,” Jun growled, nipping Aiba’s earlobe. Aiba nodded, then together their hands increased pace. Aiba groaned loudly, dropping his head to Jun’s shoulder, stomach twirling with each thrust of hands and hips.

            “J-Jun…” he hissed, stomach tightening. His head arched backwards, a tiny gasp escaping his lips as his muscles tensed and toes curled, spilling their hands. Seconds later Jun let loose as well with a prolonged groan.

            The two collapsed to the ground on their knees, gulping back gasps of air. Their foreheads fell together with a small ‘tap’ and Jun let out a breathy laugh. “S-sorry,” Aiba whispered, smiling as well, although hesitantly. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for that.”

            “So have I, Aiba,” Jun told him. “I honestly don’t know why I pushed you away that time. If I hadn’t then I… this could have happened sooner.”

            Aiba was speechless for a second, then he laughed, high and breathy. “You pushed me away because that’s the way you are. I was surprised when you didn’t this time.”

            “There was no way I could. Not after doing it once already.” Aiba giggled and pecked Jun on the cheek before standing.

            “Shall we clean up?” Jun nodded and crawled over to the little rolling table that held tissues.

            “Perfect,” he chuckled, before cleaning himself, then Aiba.

            “So that wasn’t too far?” Aiba asked, tugging up his boxers and jeans.

            “No,” Jun said with a raised eyebrow. “Why?”

            “’Cause I wanna push further.”

Title: Hero
Pairing: Tsutoshi (OhnoxOC)
Rating: PG
Warning(s): I’m sorry about the tears. Cynthia, be careful!
Notes:.
I don’t know…
I’m kind of iffy. I’m not sure if I went too far or not :T
But I’m pretty proud of this. And I hope that Cynthia enjoys it :]

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Cynthia stares at the ceiling she can’t see, biting her lip, gnawing on the soft flesh as if that will keep the tears from spilling over. She tries to regulate her breathing, hitched and unsteady as it is, remembering the dream that had thrown her out of sleep.

            In her dream she’d been running. She didn’t know from who or what, but she’d been running all the same. She’d tried to yell for help, but the words had only come out of her mouth as short wisps of air. There was no way anyone would have been able to hear her. She panicked, chest tightening painfully. And then she was falling… into a new scene. She was sitting in her room, trying to complete the work she had to do, when her pencil fell from her hand. It landed on the carpeted floor with a muted ‘thump’. She’d stared at it. Her chest locked in place, rendering her lungs useless. Her head throbbed. She’d searched, in her head, for something to save her from the impending silence, but nothing came.

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            It’s late when Ohno walks into his new apartment. The lights are off so he quickly assumes that his girlfriend is sleeping. He smiles into the darkness, happy with his recent life. His girlfriend agreed to move in with him, and together they bought the small, but convenient apartment. Usually he was home later than her, so it was likely that she was out cold.

            But then he hears whimpers coming from their bedroom. Ohno’s smile quickly falls. He places his bag carefully on the floor, setting his hat on top of it and slips out of his jacket before creeping slowly into the threshold. He pokes his head into their room to see Cynthia hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth. Her face is hidden from him but he knows she’s crying by the soft whimpers she’s emitting. She hasn’t yet noticed that he’s returned.

            He carefully picks his way over to her, crawling onto the bed. Her rocking stops and she presses herself further into a ball.

            Without any further thought, Ohno gently takes her into his arms. Her frame shakes within his embrace. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t pat her back. He just holds her together, waiting for her to be ready to face him.

            Cynthia pulls away and wipes frantically with trembling hands at her face. “S-sorry,” she hiccups.

            “Oh, Cynthia,” he whispers. He moves her hands away from her face and presses his palms against her damp cheeks. His expression softens, not into one of worry, but one of comfort. He curves his wet lips into a tiny smile, using his thumbs to wipe at the corners of her eyes, brushing off the tears. “My Cynthia.”

            Cynthia’s face scrunches up, her nose red, eyes swollen and blotchy. He’s ashamed when he thinks that her crying expression is beautiful, like a stoic waterfall on a chilly night, but then again, she’s always beautiful.

            A pained squeak slips through Cynthia’s shivering lips. She grips Ohno’s slender, warm hands within hers and tries to pull them away from her face. Ohno refuses to let her expression to disappear from his view. His previous smile turns into a straight line of lips and he keeps her head in place.

            “Satoshi,” she cries quietly. “Don’t watch me.” She lets her hands drop and she starts crying fully. Ohno dutifully wipes off every tear that drops from her closed eyelids. Her eyelashes are soft and wet, tickling his skin.

            His heart pounds fervently in his chest. He doesn’t like making her hurt like this, but he know that if he doesn’t watch over her until she stops crying, nothing will change.

            He resists the urge to hug her tiny body to his. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t ask what’s wrong, because she’ll tell him if she wants to. He doesn’t tell her it’s ok, because it obviously isn’t. And most of all he doesn’t tell her he’s here for her, or that he loves her. Because this isn’t about him, and if she can’t figure that out for herself, then she’s not as smart as he’d guessed.

            It’s several minutes before the body racking sobs cease and Cynthia slumps into Ohno’s hands, exhausted. He loosens his hands from her face, knowing now that she won’t hide from him.

            He studies her tear streaked face, then his own dripping fingers. He rubs the tear drops between his fingertips before softly touching her chin.

            Cynthia opens her eyes, red and dry, to look at him tiredly and questioningly. He tips her chin up slightly and leans in to brush his lips against hers. At first he’s not completely sure if this course of action is right, but when she doesn’t pull away from him, he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

            But it’s not a heart fluttering, mind racing, I’m-going-explode kiss. No, it’s the kind of kiss that causes Cynthia’s body to sigh and fall into Ohno’s. It’s the kind of kiss that sets the heart into one steady, rhythmic beat. He catches her by the upper arms and holds her at arm’s length from him.

            She blinks her tired eyes, smiling. Her lips move, but he doesn’t hear what she says to him. He leans forward, cocking his head to hear her better.

            “How did you know?” She whispers. Ohno’s eyes drop and he smiles shyly.

            “How did I know what?” He asks, just for the sake of teasing her.

            Her lips turn down to form a pretty pout and he grins. “How did you know I needed you?” Her voice wavers and her lips tremble. Ohno presses his thumb against the pink lips and places his lips right next to her ear, making sure she can definitely hear his words.

            “Because, my love, you were calling to me.” He feels Cynthia jump under him in surprise. She places her shaking hands on his lower back. “I will always come when you call.”        

            Cynthia tugs his body over hers and the two fall against the pillows. Ohno’s careful not to rest too much of his weight on her tiny body, which is shuddering again. But he loves the way their body heat smashes and becomes one. He wonders if he’s said something wrong, but when he rests on his elbows he sees that Cynthia is smiling a watery smile, her arms thrown over her eyes. A pretty blush spreads across her cheeks.

            Ohno strokes her hair and she hiccups a laugh.

            “My hero.”

It’s been so long since I’ve written a poem.
My inspiration was this chat with my friend from school. I told him ‘I’m actually pretty mature. Most people are surprised, since I usually act childish.’ And he said ‘Honestly, I have yet to see that side of you.’ And it got me thinking…
Anyway, the best poems are ones that come from your own thoughts or experiences; just a pointer ;D

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“1, 2, 3, 4
How many faces do you see?
5, 6, 7, 8
None of them are me.”

It’s turned into an everyday thing;
waking up, getting dressed,
doing her hair, brushing her teeth,
pasting that mask in place.
It’s become so trivial a thing
that when she goes home she doesn’t know
how to remove it.
It sticks like thick peanut butter on the roof of her mouth
to her face, neck, eyelids;
and she is scared.
In the mirror she sees someone
other than herself
and she wants to look away
but she can’t.
Her eyes are stuck like glue
fast on the picture she’s painted of herself.
And she doesn’t know anymore
who she is.
A faint whisper escapes
the bright red lips,
a cry that not even she can hear.
A silent plea
for someone to rip the layers
from her wrecked face.
Her eyes swell
but the mask stands placid in the glass.
She touches a silver tear,
tracing it down a pink cheek.
She blinks, feeling the drop of truth
mesh between un-calloused fingertips.
She sinks to the ground,
fingers playing across the skin of lies.
And she can hear herself;
one, tiny, desperate word:
Help.

“1, 2, 3, 4
How many faces to you see?
5, 6, 7, 8
I wonder who can find me.”

2009

Title: Liar
Pairing: Kichimoto (JunxOC)
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): It’s hardcore smex and may suck XD
Note:.
I may suck at writing smut. And I suck at typing right now so this is taking forever. Enjoy 8D

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Kichi threw herself on Jun’s bed and stared up at the ceiling. He sat on the edge of it and looked at her with wondrous eyes. “You know, Jun,” she said slowly, glancing at him. She licked her lips. “I kinda don’t get turned on that easily.”

            Jun laughed. “Really, now?” He asked. She shivered at his tone. But it wasn’t enough. She shook her head sullenly.

            “I don’t. So I don’t know how this is going to work.”

            Jun lifted an eyebrow. “I have an idea.” He said.

            Kichi sat up and cocked her head. “And what might that be, oh smart one?” She laced her tone with sarcasm, but she smiled. She really did want him.

            He lifted one long finger. She eyed it lustily. “First,” he said. She nodded. “You must promise to do whatever I say.” Kichi lifted her eyes to his lips, then his dark eyes that glittered at her.

            “Why?”

            Jun clicked his tongue. “No questions,” he chided, sounding like a father. Kichi parted her lips and rolled her eyes.

            “Fine, I’ll do what you say. What next?”

            Jun smiled. “You can only do what I say. Nothing else. Nothing more. Nothing less. Got it?” Kichi lifted her eyebrow. She didn’t know where this was going, but she nodded anyway. “Good. Now shut up and take off your shirt.”

            Kichi opened her mouth to protest but Jun shook his head. “You agreed. Take it off.”

            Kichi frowned, but did as he said, shirking off her shirt. She shivered slightly as the air hit her bare skin, raising goose bumps. “Bra.” He ordered. Kichi threw him a look. He smiled sweetly, completely unperturbed by her half nakedness. She frowned. “I’m not so easily turned on either, Kichi, dear. Let’s see if you can help me with that.”

            Quickly, she undid the clasp on her bra. She flung it in Jun’s face, glaring as it slapped him and fell to his lap. Jun picked it from his knees and dropped it to the floor, glaring back at her. “Now,” he growled. She’d pissed him off. She smiled happily, waiting for his next orders.

            “Pinch it.” Kichi’s eyes widened.

            “What?”

            “Shut up and do as I say,” he hissed.

            “What if I don’t?” She threatened, crossing her arms. She wasn’t about to touch herself for him. At least not yet.

            “I’ll leave.” He said simply.

            “But!” Her face fell. She didn’t want him to leave. That was worse than touching herself. She flushed.

            “You said you’d listen to me,” he whispered. Kichi shuddered. It was true, she had. Very carefully she lifted a hand and pinched one pink and round nipple. Her eyes stung as she did so and a course of pleasure ran from her breast to her lower region. Jun watched her. “Both,” he breathed. Kichi closed her eyes and pinched the other one, working at herself. She could feel Jun’s eyes on her. That was making it so much worse. She gulped, her face heating so intensely it scared her.

            “Take off the rest of your clothes,” Jun ordered. Kichi did so quickly, thinking that maybe if she obeyed him faster, she would get him. She wanted him. Oh, she wanted him. She stripped naked and let her clothes fall to the floor. Now she sat in front of Jun, completely bare and sweaty with self-consciousness. His eyes dragged up her body. Her heart pounded in her ears. He licked his lips and gave a half-smile, eyes lingering on her lower regions.

            “Two fingers.” He stated simply. He didn’t even sound affected. That frustrated her. “Lay down.” She did. She bent her knees and slid two fingers into herself, squinting her eyes shut. She was nervous. She felt Jun’s hand cover hers and she gulped.

            “Jun…”

            “Pretend it’s me.” He pressed her fingers deeper into herself. She felt his breath at her ear. “Pretend it’s me inside you.”

            “Why can’t it really be you?” She whined.

            “Because I’m not ready yet.” He licked her earlobe and started pumping her hand. She arched into it as if it weren’t her own. She could feel herself starting to wetten. How was it that she was turning herself on? That wasn’t right, but Jun continued to make her work at herself. She felt her stomach clench. She started breathing faster.

            “Juuun,” she moaned. Jun pulled her hand out with a jerk and her eyes flew open. He looked at her wet and sticky fingers. She breathed hard, watching him eye her. He parted his lips and caught her eye. Then he slowly took her two fingers into his mouth. He hummed and flashed his tongue over them. Her breath hitched in her lungs and spilled over her lips raggedly.

            “J-Jun, what-?”

            “Shut up,” he moaned into her fingers. She gasped as he bit down lightly on them. Her body burned. She wanted him. And she wanted him now.

            “Jun…” He flung her hand out of his mouth and covered her lips with his. She shut up instantly, sucking on his offered luscious lips. He groaned and grabbed her hair, tugging on it. She winced at the slight stinging pain and bit his bottom lip. With one hand he gripped one of her breasts, crawling further on top of her. He rubbed himself over her knee. She lifted her leg into him to give him some more pressure. He wasn’t hard and throbbing yet. That irritated her.

            He pulled away from the kiss and her leg. His eyes were red hot. She panted back at him. “I’m going to do something.” He told her before shifting down and shoving his face between her legs. She gasped as she felt his lips press against her. Her stomach nearly bursted and she arched into him. He licked her then and she felt that she was going to go over the edge just by that one little flick of the tongue. She grabbed his black, soft hair and fisted it tightly within her fingers.

            He pressed his tongue into her, bringing a long elicit groan from her lips that sounded somewhat like his name. And then he was licking her. Slow and determined. It nearly killed her. She was going to die, she thought, that’s how hot she was. His tongue was wet and smooth and moved expertly within her. She thrashed and whimpered while he dragged his tongue around in her. He was tasting her. She knew it. It was setting her off.

            She couldn’t breathe. Her heart was shoved into her throat and she couldn’t feel anything but Jun’s hot tongue fucking her. Her stomach tightened, muscles twitching.

            “Jun!” She squeaked, arching into him. In the last second before her stomach unraveled with a shaking burst of heat, he shoved two fingers inside of her, along with his tongue. She whimpered, throwing her head back into the pillows. She didn’t realize that she’d pulled fistfuls of hair from Jun’s scalp.

            He dragged himself out of her and licked his lips, glaring. She swallowed and panted. At him, her eyes half-lidded. Her legs shook with the strain of keeping them bent like that.

            “You’re gonna pay for ripping my fucking hair out, woman,” he spat. And then he was stripping over her. Her eyes widened as she watched him. He flung his shirt against the wall. He was on his knees as he unbuttoned his belt and pants. Somehow he got them off within a matter of seconds. He flipped his hair from his burning eyes and shot down to her neck, biting at the skin there. She was exhausted but she still gasped under the nip. It was harsh and it hurt. But it was bringing her up again.

            “And you say you don’t get turned on easily.” He sucked at the skin, undoubtedly leaving a hickey. “Liar.” He thrust his hands down her body, feeling every curve and crevice and then shoved himself inside of her hard and fast.

            “FUCKER!” Kichi yelled. She bit down on her lip and dug her nails into Jun’s shoulders, intent on leaving marks.

            Jun smirked and started thrusting, slow at first. He moaned and dropped his head over her. His hair tickled her stomach. As he pulled out, she arched her back and caused him to go into her deeper. “Fuck you, Jun,” she spat. “You fucking sexy piece of-”

            He shoved her down, shutting her up. And he was moving in and out and she couldn’t talk anymore. He was driving her to another climax. And she could tell he was almost there, too. And he didn’t even have a condom. But hell, what did she care? She had fucking Matsumoto Jun inside of her.

            “Kichi…” He moaned. He picked her up, pulling out for a second. He pressed her against the wall. She gasped as her back hit the hardness of it and thrust her head back, wrapping her legs around his skinny waist. He breached her entrance again, hot, hard, slicked with pre-cum, and throbbing. She still held fast to his shoulders. She wondered if she was drawing blood.

            “Shit, Kichi.” Jun’s pace quickened, faster than before. Kichi opened her eyes and tightened her legs, bighting her lip. She loved the moan that left Jun’s parted, wet, pink lips. His warmth flooded her insides and she sighed into it, as if it was some relief. She collapsed into his arms and he stumbled backwards, falling on the bed with her on top of him. He was still inside of her, and she loved the closeness she felt.

            He placed a hand on top of her head. Then he stroked her hair against her cheek. She kissed his chest, and then the mole beside his nipple.

            “You fucked me twice in one night,” Kichi bit down on his pale skin. He pulled her face away and kisses her sweetly.

            “Because I can’t get enough of being inside of you.”

            Kichi laughed and stood up, letting loose a slight grumble as he left her. “I’m going to shower,” she told him, winking. She didn’t wait to see if he would follow.

Title: Ohmiya HS
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiya
Prompt: no. 046: Class
Word Count: 1403
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ohno and Nino own a high school
Disclaimer: Oh man oh man. If I could have anything to do with Ohmiya and this school they owned, I would. I would be the best student int each class. Except maybe dance. Unless we just got to watch Ohno shake those hips *Q*
Note:.
AHAHAHA
Oh man, mine and Tsuki’s ideas.
Oh man.
Enjoy <3

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00. Plans:

Nino shuffled around the teacher’s lounge. He yawned deeply, waiting for his partner to come in. Without him, they couldn’t start off the day.

            A sloping man walked in the room. Nino jumped and ran over to him.

            “What are the plans for today?”

            Ohno shrugged and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on Nino’s cheek.

            “I’m in the mood for you today.”

            Nino smirked. “Okay, then.”

01. Art:

“G’morning class,” Ohno breathed. His heart was still pounding. Oh, what Nino could do to him.

            “Morning, sensei!” Came the muffled replies. His students were tired. There was no way they could know how tired he was.

            He picked up the piece of chalk and started scribbling on the chalk board.

            “What are we doing today, sensei?” Someone asked. Ohno scribbled faster, sticking out his tongue. He had to get the picture down before the bell rang in a half hour. He didn’t hear the students clamor around to watch him work.

            When he finished he stood back to proudly gaze at his work. Someone laughed. He didn’t care. Nino’s face was the greatest when he was at his maximum point of pleasure.

02. Exhibit:

Class wasn’t over yet. Ohno left the picture on the chalkboard, he had to admit it was wonderful.

            “Ok, class, time to go see some other art.” The students frowned. Ohno laughed. They didn’t know that they had another artist in the school, did they.

            They followed him out of the class and down the hall into the gym. What greeted them was a fluffy snowman and demented face that said ‘Ohno’ underneath along with a bunch of other pictures. But those weren’t enlarged.

            “WELCOME!” Boomed a deep voice. Sho came in grinning widely. “TO THE SHO SOLO ART SHOW”

03. Family Life:

Sho was pouting. Why Ohno hadn’t let him finish his art show he didn’t know. He was quite proud of it, actually. It sponsored some of his best pieces of work. Ah well, he shrugged, he could always ask for another chance.

            Rounding the corner he heard some muffled screeches. His eyes widened and he ran to the classroom the noise was coming from.

            “SATOSHI, JUST BREAST FEED THE DAMN THING ALREADY! IT’S THIRSTY!” Nino was shouting at Ohno, enraged and holding out a baby doll to him.

            “But we decided YOU were the girl, Kazu!” Ohno snapped back. Sho turned and left.

04. Sex Ed:

“And THIS is how you use a-” Suddenly the lights went out, cutting Nino off severely. He felt hands at his waist, playing with the button at his jeans.

            “AH! RIIDA, NOT THERE!”

            Ohno growled into Nino’s ear to shut up. “Payback for this morning,” he huffed, snatching the condom out of Nino’s fingers.

05. Astrology:

Nino led the class outside.

            “How can we be doing astrology if it’s the middle of the day?” Someone complained.

            “Shush,” Nino scolded, frowning at the student. He stopped the class on a rolling green hill and told them to lie down.

            He pointed to the sky. “See? Doesn’t that one look like me and Ohno kissing?” He laughed and smiled delightedly, humming to himself.

            The students caught on fast.

 06. Teacher’s Lounge:

“I heard you were showing the class our clouds.” Ohno frowned at Nino, arms crossed.

            “Awe Riida, don’t be like that,” he crooned. He sidled up to Ohno and bent his head to suck heartily on his neck.

            “No,” Ohno whined. “They all know what we do now,” he pouted, moving away.

            Nino scowled. “It’s not like it wasn’t obvious. Now shut up and let me mark you.”

            Ohno moaned as Nino’s lips reattached themselves to his hot skin.

            He didn’t even move Nino away from him when he heard the rest of the staff pick up their lunches and leave with red hot blushes on their cheeks.

07. Cooking:

Jun sighed and edged towards the back of his classroom. This was his class. Nino and Ohno got all the classes, so why couldn’t he just have this one class to himself? He fixed the bandana that covered his dark hair and crossed his arms, glaring at the two teachers.

            “Ahaha~! Nino-chan!” Ohno squealed. The class squealed with him.

            Nino smirked and then licked at the cookie dough he splattered over Ohno’s face. “Satoshi-chan~.” He whispered, pecking his lips. The class gaped.

            Ohno blushed and then shoved his hand into the cookie to, rubbing it all over Nino’s front and face with a delighted laugh.

            “Oh, Satoshi, you’re gonna get it.” Jun hurriedly pushed them out of his class room, telling them he’d bake the rest of their cookies.

08. Chemistry:

“OK!” Aiba exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Today we will be learning how-”

            “Another A no Arashi, eh Aiba? Can’t get enough of it even though we’re teachers now and own a school?” Nino scoffed at him, rolling his eyes to smile readily at Ohno next to him.

            “Oiii, don’t be like this! This is my class! You have everything else. Lemme do what I want!”

            “Is it more things with food?” Ohno asked, eyeing the strawberry on the lab table. He licked his lips. “I wanna learn what you’re teaching.”

            Nino grimaced. “You’d really eat what that guy makes?”

            The class snickered behind their hands. “GET OUT!” Aiba screamed, chucking a strawberry at them. Ohno picked it up from the floor and ran off.

09. History:

Sho tapped his foot, waiting for the bell to ring. Now would be his time to redeem himself. He had it all planned out. Today in history class he would show the video of how he created his art, all the way from the beginning. “The Sho Solo Art Show’s History Reel,” he called it.

            The bell rang, and the students flooded into his class. Sho bounced over to the TV and inserted the DVD. “Today,” he told them, almost singsongy, “We will be watching a video!” They all clapped, relieved for a break from the intense book work.

            The movie started and Sho’s chest clenched as he saw that it wasn’t him on the screen, but Ohno and Nino holding hands and walking.

            “WHO SWITCHED MY DVDS?” Sho yelled, glaring around the room, enraged. He knew Nino or Ohno wouldn’t be too far away. He caught a high pitched laugh and spun to the door, chasing after the smaller man. “DAMN YOU NINO.”

10. Dance:

Ohno thrust his hips to the side, flicking his wrist to make it seem like he pushed them out with an invisible string. They came back in and he swung them around. His eyes were closed in concentration, although he was flying through the moves easily and fluidly, he could feel it. When the music stopped, he opened his eyes and smiled.

            “Hey, Ohno-sensei, can you show us that again?” Chinen’s cheeks were pink. Ohno smiled, thinking that he would be lucky if Nino didn’t show up.

            “Ok, once more, just for you.”

11. Extracurricular Activity:

“What should today’s activity?” Nino asked around the table, eyeing Ohno, Jun, Sho, and Aiba.

            “Can we each have our classes?” Jun asked, glowering at Nino. “You guys kinda interrupted them today.”

            Ohno pouted. “That was our-” Nino kicked him under the table and smiled.

            “Sure,” he said smoothly. The three teaches smiled and went to gather their students.

            “What’d you do that for?” Ohno frowned, rubbing his shin.

            “For dancing for Chinen.” He growled. He pushed his hips into Ohno’s. “Now you have to dance for me.”

12. Improvement:

Nino groaned into Ohno’s chest. Ohno was touching him. Damn, was he touching him. He loved the way he was touching him. It made his insides curl and scream for a release.

            “Ohno…” He moaned, breathing faster. Ohno’s leg brushed against his hardness, sending him reeling and arching into the pressure and slight fiction. He grabbed at Ohno’s tight ass. Ohno laughed raggedly into Nino’s neck as his hands teased and twisted his nipples under the light shirt. For some reason they were still fully clothed.

            “For tomorrow,” he breathed. He licked Nino’s neck at the same time he brought his leg up against Nino’s throbbing self. Nino nearly fell to the ground. “Tomorrow, we need to be more serious.”

            Nino nodded, eyes lidded. “We can improve, and learn how to tonight?” He gasped. Ohno replied by ripping off his clothes and pushing him up against the wall, pulling his slim thighs around his waist. He was in charge that night.

Title: Nothing
Group/pairing: Nino centric
Prompt: no. 031: Alone
Word Count: 605
Rating: PG13
Summary: He’s alone
Disclaimer: Lalalalalalaaa Arashi isn’t mine, if you can even call this Arashi. Well, you can. But, they’re still not mine.
Note:.
WARNING WARNING: This is harsh >>; I can’t believe I wrote it with a straight face. And no tears. How did I get this idea? .__.
Ahaha I got carried away tonight. It’s short though. Told you there’d be more. There will probably be another by Monday. Yeyy!
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep–

            It’s dark. He doesn’t feel anything. He tries to move. It doesn’t work. He tries to open his eyes. It doesn’t work. He tries to breathe. It doesn’t work. He tries to call out. It doesn’t work. So he reverts to staring at the backs of his eyelids.

            But he can hear something. He can hear something beeping. He wishes he could tell it to stop. It’s something he doesn’t want penetrating his head. He hears voices. But he can’t understand what they are saying. He only knows that they’re awfully familiar.

            Strange. That’s what describes what is going on. He doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t care to know either. It’s comfortable, whatever this is. Except for the beeping and the voices. Oh how he wishes those could leave him to his peace.

            Something hits him. That hurts. Everything floods back with a bang. He tries to scream, arching in pain. He still can’t open his eyes. The voices are frantic now, and he can understand them. He wishes he couldn’t. He doesn’t want to know.

            “Nino! Nino, you dumb piece of shit, wake the hell up, dammit!”

            “Don’t go. Don’t leave us.”

            “You don’t mean this!”

            “You sly imp. What will we do if you go?!”

            He doesn’t know who he would be leaving. He isn’t even asleep, so why is he being told to wake up? It irritates him.

            “You guys need to leave. He needs to be transferred to the ER.”

            There are protests. Nino relaxes. Maybe now it would be quiet.

            But no, of course his wish wouldn’t be granted. The beeps grow louder and louder. A man’s voice enters his brain, picking it to pieces. He wants to tell him to shut the fuck up. But he doesn’t. He can’t even open his eyes. He hates that he can’t do anything. Pain is shifting through his body. He grabs at it and places it to the bottom of his being, willing it away. He goes numb.

            And then something else is making him numb. His body turns to one big sigh. Relief floods him. He melts, hot liquid. He rejoices. But he still can’t see. He doesn’t like not seeing. It’s uncomfortable. But not feeling is wonderful. Not feeling is the best thing in the world right now.

            He sees, then, and he is surprised. He is looking at something that looks the most familiar of all. It makes his chest hurt. He is feeling again. He doesn’t enjoy it. He looks down. He doesn’t see anything. How can he feel pain if he isn’t anything?

            The familiar thing is staring in a large reflective piece of glass. Its brows are furrowed harshly. The glass cracks. He flinches in his nothingness.

            The glass is splattered on the floor, having shattered under some unknown force. He watches as the familiar one kneels down. It grips a sharp fragment in its chubby fingers, grinning harshly. Red, thick fluid trickles from those hands. His nothingness stings.

            The chubby fingered thing holds up the glass to its face. He moves so he can try to see what’s reflected in it. For somehow he knows that there will be something there. That there should be something there.

            But there isn’t. Nothing is reflected in the glass. He is alone.

            He is thrown out of the nothingness. Nino screams even though he can’t breathe. Nino thrashes, Nino shakes, Nino squirms, Nino cries, Nino arches, Nino sweats. Nino isn’t breathing. Nino lays still.

            He feels the nothingness approach him again.

            And then there is no more–

            Beeeeeeeeep.

Title: Realize
Group/pairing: Matsumiya
Prompt: no. 034: Denial
Word Count: 2212
Rating: PG
Summary: Jun denies what Nino plans to make him realize
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi, buuuu. If only I did my life would be in the heavens~
Note:.
Whoot!! Finished. I actually like this one, expecially the ending :] Stay tuned for like at least two more of these this weekend 8DD Sorry if there are any typos, it’s like uuber late >>
Enjoy~

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“Can I come over tonight, Jun?” Nino whined over the phone. Jun blinked, ignoring the little shock to his heart.

            “I don’t mind,” he said casually, throwing an uncertain gaze to his kitchen. “Any requests for dinner?”

            He could all but see Nino’s dainty shoulders lift in a half-hearted shrug. He imagined the tiny man laying lazily on his couch, legs thrown over the arm rest, phone shoved between his ear and shoulder. He caught the buzzing of whatever game Nino was playing and sighed in mild irritation. He could’ve at least paused the game to call him.

            “Anything’s perfect.” Nino replied through clenched teeth. “I…” he paused, obviously focusing on his game. Jun rolled his eyes, mapping out the plan for dinner. “I’ll be over in about an hour.” The line cut off suddenly, leaving Jun to glower at the dial tone. He pocketed it and rubbed at his temples, trying to ward off the approaching headache.

            “Anything’s fine,” he repeated, entering his kitchen. “Anything’s fine, he says.” In truth, Jun had been planning to eat leftovers for his dinner, but that wasn’t acceptable when guests were over. He racked his brain for a dish, then closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side with a crack. “I’ll cook simple pasta,” he told no one in particular. “Simple pasta. And if he complains he doesn’t need to eat.” Jun shuddered, slightly unsettled by the fact that he was talking to himself. He gritted his teeth and turned on the radio before raiding his cabinets for the ingredients.

            He pulled out two pots and set the water he poured in them to a boil. He’d concluded that he would fix an accompanying sauce for the noodles, rich in tomato and basil, but no meat. Instead, he would attach a side of greens which he cut and salted, throwing them in the oven to steam.

            It took the whole meal about and hour and a half to cook and Nino was not at his house by the time it was finished. Jun drained the pasta and left it in the sink. He left the greens in the oven so they wouldn’t get cold and the sauce in the pot on low heat.

            He turned off the radio before crumpling into one of the chairs at his kitchen table and wiped the slight film of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead due to standing over the cooking food. He was tempted to call Nino, to yell at him for being late, but he knew it wouldn’t do either of them any good.

            Jun let his head sink down to the table and in a matter of seconds he was dozing off.

            Before he had time to slip into a dream, the sound of the doorbell rose him from his nap. He sat up and rubbed at his face with a wide yawn. He blinked and glanced at the digital clock on his microwave. 8:05. Oh, Nino was going to get it.

            The doorbell rang again, sever times in a row. Jun scowled, yelling “Coming!” as he stood. He stumbled to the door, emitting another yawn.

            He unlocked the door and tugged it open. Nino’s readily apologetic smile greeted him. He was ever to tempted to slam the door in his friend’s face.

            “Sorry,” Nino pouted. “I got-”

            “Yeah, whatever.” Jun stepped aside and Nino shuffled into his house, kicking off his shoes. “You’re lucky I didn’t slam the door in your face.”

            Nino nodded with a playful smirk. “I know.” He took a deep breath, inhaling the fading scents of Jun’s cooking. “Smells good, what’s cooking?”

            “You mean what cooked?” Jun snapped. “It’s eight o’clock already. I expected you by six.” Nino lowered his head, ashamed. Jun breathed out a long exasperated breath of air. “I can reheat it if you’re hungry.”

            Nino raised his head with an impish smile and nodded. He followed Jun into the kitchen and sat in the chair Jun had fallen asleep in. Jun pulled out two plates and silverware for the two of them.

            It was silent while he heated up their meals, giving him time to think. He should’ve known that Nino was going to be late. It happened every time. And every time Jun let Nino off the hook. He couldn’t help but think that Nino took advantage of that. He was probably right.

            Jun served Nino his plate and then sat across from him. The food didn’t look as appetizing re-heated, but Nino dug in right away. “It’s good,” came his muffled approval.

            Jun smiled. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he chided. Sometimes Nino could be so childish.

            Nino grinned and continued eating, Jun following suit. Nino was right. It was good. But Jun would have preferred it fresh. The two finished their meal in an extended silence, filled only with the clatter of silverware on plates. Jun sank comfortably into the quietness. He didn’t know how long it would last, so he let his mind wrap around it pleasantly.

            His heart sounded in a deep rhythm throughout his whole body. It was the first time he’d realized it, granted by the silence. It was a normal pace, but it beat with a heightened force that always seemed to appear when only Nino was around. Feeling his heart beat so deeply within him was disconcerting for Jun. It seemed as though the whole world would be able to hear it, putting Jun in a very self-conscious state of mind.

            When they finished, and at approximately the same time, Jun cleared the table and plopped down on his couch, completely ready for a good night’s sleep. He closed his eyes and crossed his arms, letting his tilt to the side. He sighed deeply, sinking into the soft leather couch. He’d almost forgotten Nino was even in the house with him. Almost.

            He was startled from his comfortableness when he felt a pair of legs settle in his lap. He jolted upright, heart actually pounding. He gritted his teeth, suddenly regretting his decision to not slam the door in Nino’s 17-year-old-looking face.

            “Nino,” Jun growled. He shoved the smaller man’s legs from his lap, only to have them return immediately. “Nino get off me.”

            “Aw Jun, why?” Nino whined. Jun couldn’t see his face. His head was arched back against the opposite arm rest, arms crossed under his head. He legs were heavy on Jun and burned into him unpleasantly.

            “You’re uncomfortable and bony,” he grumbled, forfeiting the fight. He took his book from the side table and rested it against Nino’s legs.

            “Well, sorry,” Nino’s sarcastic reply came. Jun didn’t say anything in return. There was no point in egging Nino on. He figured the man had just come to bug him anyway. He was promptly succeeding in that.

            Jun turned to the next page of his book, thoroughly engrossed by now. He failed to notice Nino’s legs retreat from him. He didn’t sense the change in atmosphere or feel the shift of Nino’s body closer to his. He just sucked in the words flashing across the pages one by one, mind fully detached from the world around him.

            Nino’s shoulder bumped him, but he didn’t notice. He also didn’t notice the way his own heart sped, breath quickly matching its pace. Nino’s lips brushed over his cheeks softly, bringing heat to it, but he didn’t notice. He didn’t even feel the shiver that Nino drew out of him by a flash of tongue against his neck. Nino’s hands crawled up his thighs. Jun twitched. Nino’s hands crawled under his shirt. Jun’s eyes flashed. He stood up quickly, slamming his book shut and sending Nino tumbling away from him.

            “What the hell are you doing Nino?!” Jun exclaimed. His body was plagued in heat, chest flittering in rapid up and down movements. His body shook.

            Nino picked himself up off the floor, sitting against the couch. He frowned at the floor, refusing to answer.

            “God, Nino.” Jun raked his fingers back through his hair, pulling the strands taut against his scalp. “If you want to play games go find Ohno! I’m not in the mood for this.” He sighed and dropped his hands from his hair. “If you’re just going to mess with me, I’d prefer you leave.” He turned from Nino, heading to his room. God, he was exhausted. He didn’t know why he put up with Nino.

           He felt a pair of arms wrap around his stomach, a chest pressing to his back. No, he knew. His back stiffened. He knew very well. A pair of incredibly soft lips pressed to the bare skin at the back of his neck. He was just never going to admit it.

            “Don’t kick me out,” Nino breathed into Jun’s neck. Jun shuddered feeling Nino’s hot breath flutter over his neck.

            “Nino,” Jun warned. Despite his tight stomach and frantically beating heart and his internal desire for Nino to not let go, he resisted. He wasn’t about to let himself fall to Nino, even if his body wanted to. And wanted to it did.

            “Jun, if I wanted Ohno would I have come here?” He tightened his hold on Jun’s stomach, causing Jun’s breath to stick in his throat. He couldn’t swallow.

            “Yes, because maybe he was busy.” Hesitantly Jun gripped Nino’s wrists and attempted, weakly, to pull them away from his body. Nino only pressed closer to his back.

            “I wanted to come see you, Jun.” Nino stated. He shifted his hips from side to side against Jun’s bottom. Jun bit back a groan and let his back relax just a little. Immediately he regretted it, practically feeling Nino smirk behind him. Quickly, he twisted out of Nino’s arms, spinning on the slightly shorter man.

            “I am not going to play games with you,” Jun growled, glaring forcefully at Nino.

            Nino pouted a little and crossed his arms, shifting his weight to one foot. “Who ever said I was playing with you?” Jun blinked. Nino sounded faintly and sincerely hurt. Jun grimaced. Nino was never hurt. Nino dropped his eyes. “I wanted to see Jun.” His voice was no more than a pathetic, childish whisper. Jun’s heart wrenched in pain.

            “But why me? All you do is mess around with me after you come late from playing games.” He continued to argue, frightened by Nino’s words and tone. He was having a hard time believing they were true.

            Nino sighed, seeming to feel Jun’s distrust. Then he lifted his eyes to stare into Jun’s forcefully. “You know my answer.” A shock coursed through Jun, igniting every nerver in his body aflame.

            “No, I don’t.”

            “And you know why you let me come in every time, even though you claim it’s always me. You’re the one who okays it.”

            Jun took a step back and swallowed. He shook his head and felt the heat flushing his cheeks. There was no way Nino was right. No way.

            “Why are you denying it?” Nino scorned harshly.

            “I’m not.” Jun snapped defensively. Nino rolled his eyes.

            “That was the best example that could be given.” He snickered. The he hardened again. “So why exactly are you denying it?”

            Jun gulped. “I’m not denying anything,” he contradicted fervently, looking away from Nino’s penetrating eyes.

            “I can see the words stuck in your throat, Matsumoto Jun. I see them every day. I’m surprised you can’t see mine.” He sighed longingly and smiled wistfully, eyes squinting. “You don’t know how long this has been going on do you?” He approached Jun again and looked up at him with that same smile and soft, tender honey colored eyes.

            “You don’t know, do you.” Jun’s body trembled, knees threatening to buckle. He shook his head, unable to answer what wasn’t even a question, but a statement. He bit his lip, and tried to loosen up the knot that was forming in his heart.

            Nino closed the distance between them, pressing a hand against Jun’s cheek. Unintentionally, Jun closed his eyes and leaned into the heat on his face. It felt so good. His heart loosened a little.

            “It’s ok,” Nino whispered. He brought his other hand to Jun’s other cheek so that he was cupping Jun’s face. Jun opened his eyes, breathing hard through his nose. He couldn’t figure out what was happening.

            “Someday, you will learn not to deny what your heart tells you is true.” Nino laughed brightly. “That day may even be today.” He cocked his head, closing his eyes, and pressed his lips sweetly to Jun’s.

            Jun groaned, stomach swirling in pleasure. He fell into the kiss easily, easier than he would have expected, if he were to have thought about it. He wrapped his arms around Nino’s waist and inched their bodies closer. He liked the pressure of Nino against him, he realized. He liked how their lips and hips seemed to fit together perfectly.

            Nino stroked his cheek and pulled away to lick his sultry pink lips. “You, Matsumoto Jun, are in love with me, Ninomiya Kazunari. I will make you realize what you have been denying.”

            Jun nodded, sighing deeply. He ducked down to Nino again and whispered, “Make me realize,” against the man’s smile.

Title: 5×10’s Creation
Pairing: Arashi
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Note:.
HAPPY TENTH ANNIVERSARY ARASHI!! I whipped this up real fast so it may suck. But congrats Arashi, I really love and thank you for everything.
(lyrics credit to iruy)

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“I don’t know what else to do….” Sho moaned. “We have the chorus,” he sang:

We genuinely cried, we genuinely laughed,
(There’s nothing we can offer now
Except words filled with all our love)
We genuinely worried, we genuinely lived,
(So we’ll say it in a song and sing it again
With all the love that has grown around us)
Now we have this moment, and we can be proud

      “And the first stanza…” He said the words:

The years after we met feel like a coincidence, and now it’s already been 10 years
The balloons floating up into the sky
The rocking boat that we five scrawny boys boarded together
“Let’s just smile…” “I’m sure our dreams are about to come true…”
The days in our past when we told ourselves that are all in our hearts now (yeah)

            “Come on guys, I’ve done a lot of this by myself. It’s a song for the fans from all of us. Just because it includes out debut….” He frowned and bit the eraser of his pencil.

            “I offered a few phrases!” Aiba complained. “Like the balloons!”

            “Let’s talk about what Arashi means to us,” Jun offered. “That would help us, right?”

            “Right,” Sho nodded.

            “It was hard getting to this point, wasn’t it?” Aiba laughed.

            “Because Oh-chan wanted to be a baker,” Nino snorted.

            “But from the start our fans supported us, right?” Jun asked.

            “Yeah, they’re what kept us going.” Nino smiled.

            “They even bought that large amount of A.Ra.Shi. That song we never thought was going to sell!”

There were days when we felt nothing but impatience, anxiety, or anger
But because you were there, because your smiles were so warm
We’ve come this far (yeah) with your hands at our sides to hold on to (yeah)
Talking about the time we’ve spent together… it’s still a little embarrassing

            “And then in 2002…” Sho trailed off, glancing at Aiba worriedly. He smiled lightly.

            “And in 2004, Aiba cried.” Nino patted Aiba’s shaking shoulders.

            “He sang and cried at the same time, I think that was amazing,” Jun chuckled.

            “We all have really different voices…” Ohno commented weakly.

The winds we gathered throughout our bodies, the unbearable sadness
Because you were there, we could turn it all into smiles
The poorly tuned harmonies we sang so innocently have seen many different worlds
And before we knew it, they had become who we are now

            “I got it,” Nino raised his hand.

            “You and Nino are the song writers,” Jun said. Aiba nodded his head in agreement.

            “The agency and Nino write the music for us,” Sho complained. “You guys were just sitting there agreeing with us for the chorus!”

            “I said I had the next verse!” Nino said loudly. Everyone quieted, not that Ohno had been talking in the first place. He sang the words aloud.

“Step by step” If there’s no path nearby, all we can do is walk the path we believe in
If you should ever cry, we’ll meet here again
We unchanging guys will send nothing but our love (yeah)
And wish for a future together for you (yeah)
We’ll use the wind to cross the mountain ahead, we can fly
We’ll paint everything around in our own colors, yeah

            “Oh that’s a good one, Nino!” Sho exclaimed. He typed the words into his computer, then paused. “Wait, sing it again?” Nino obliged, then handed him the words he’d written on a scrap of paper.

            “Nino’s always so good with lyrics…” Aiba mumbled jealously.

            “He always sings about love,” Jun replied with a snort.

            “I like the sky,” Ohno said suddenly. Nino shot a glare at him. “N-no…” he blubbered. “I mean that, like for example at Kokuritsu, the sky was amazing. And we were looking at the sky with them, right? And the scenery? Can’t we include something like that?”

            “Great idea, Riida!!” Aiba exclaimed, bouncing on his seat. “Sho-chan, make something up!”

I’m looking up at the sky alone, and I wonder if you’re seeing it too
If you are, I’ll sing to the sky… yes, with all my strength

            “I think that One Love had a great concept,” Jun said calmly. “Because of our sworn 100 years of love. And Smile,” Jun grinned. “That one was lovely, too.”

As long as the voices we’ve exchanged don’t disappear,
We can swear to hold on to this love even 100 years from now
And we pray that you’ll still be smiling then

            Aiba turned Sho’s laptop towards him and read the lyrics. His eyes teared up and his lips turned down at the edges, wobbling dangerously.

            “OI!” Nino yelled, on the verge of laughing. “OI! Don’t cry again!”

            “S-sorry,” Aiba muttered. He sniffed. “I just… how can we express our thanks to our fans? I mean, we’re doing it now, but is it enough? It’s because of them that we’re here right now, coming upon our tenth year.”

It’s always, always in our hearts, that’s why we want to try and show it to you
Thank you… “From now on as well, thank you”

We’re standing here now, able to shine because you’re there

            The five paused, at a standstill for the rest of the stanza. “I think…” Ohno said at the same time Jun did. The two looked at each other and grinned proudly. Ohno nodded at Jun. “Even if we disappear we’ll still be here, right?”

            Aiba gaped, “We’re never going to disappear!!” His voice wavered and his eyes widened in earnest and fright. “Never ever! We’ll be here for the rest of eternity! It took us so long to get here! It was so hard, but we’re here now, together! That’s why we’re proud and that’s why… that’s why…” Tears spilled down his cheeks freely.

The five of us will always be here, forever
If we turn everything up to now into our strength, and wrap it up with unchanging love
Eternity… look, eternity
Was born just for me and you

            “Oh, Aiba-chan,” Sho chuckled. “Everyone loves you.”

La la la la…
Love love for you

La la la la…
Love love for you