Puppy Love

Let's Start Again

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 07:35:37 GMT

I think, after over a year's absence from fic-writing, I will start again.

I already have a fic in the works that I hope will serve as a decent re-debut in Arashi ficdom. I hope my skills haven't waned and that I can do as well as I did before.

It's been a while and I hope you'll enjoy it.
I think, if I can get it beta-ed soon, I'll post it later today.

It's been a long time and a lot has happened, but I think I've grown as a writer and I want to start writing fic again. It's a good way to cut your literary teeth and try things out.

Anyway. Hello again, small f-list! Nice to see you again.

A Double Feature: Toilet Seat Tango and Maid

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 02:58:46 GMT

To make up for my dry spell, here's not one, but TWO fics. Enjoy!

What: Arashi fic!
Who: Ohno, Nino, two peripheral OCs
Why: Because I owed sweetxangel01 an Ohno/Anyone and I wanted to continue Seven Boom Meldoy.
Rated NC-17
Notes: Indirect voyeurism and nice sexing.

Toilet Seat Tango

A Sequel to Seven Boom Melody by Chrisastopholis

It was not a graceful shuffle that brought Nino and Ohno into the men’s room of Ka. Being the opening night and not yet a late enough hour, the restroom was empty. Neither boys were familiar with the inner workings of such clubs, but in many such establishments, the restrooms become an impromptu Motel 8.

Had they perhaps waited another hour, or maybe even less, no stall would be empty, not an inch of relative privacy would have been without a hurried, sloppy tryst. Luck was clearly smiling upon them.

Their drinks had been discarded, Ohno’s pleading looks had served such burning impetus to move, to find a place to release the pressure valve between his legs. It was hardly with any audible note that Nino shuffled him into a bathroom stall. It was relatively clean in a passable way. They could hear the pounding dance beat throbbing through the walls.

Ohno was pushed along to the toilet and being a human, and therefore a creature of habit, he sat down on it, looking up at Nino with a mix of expectation and an utter lack of knowledge of how to proceed. But Nino wasn’t doing or saying anything at all.

“Kazu…?” Ohno frowned a little. “Is there something wrong...?”

“Toshi, love you as I do, I’m not kneeling on this floor.”

“So…”

“So we’re going to rearrange.” Nino crossed his arms. “Stand on the seat.”

“What?” Ohno’s eyes widened with surprise.

“Toshi, you’re hard and I want to suck you off.” Nino’s voice was calm and precise. “Stand on the seat.”

Ohno took a deep breath before standing up and turning around to regard the toilet with hesitation. With determination set in his jaw, he took a step onto the lid. How lucky he was, Ohno marveled, that out of all the gay clubs they could’ve ended up, this one had lids on the toilets. This meant there was no balancing act, trying to brace his feet on either side of the toilet.

Nino stepped forward, reaching out to press his palm in between Ohno’s legs. He gave the other man a quietly laughing grin as he made quick work of Ohno’s pants. Nino looked up into Ohno’s face as he grabbed his bandmate’s cock through the fabric of his boxers. Nino loved seeing him wanting so desperately, but trying not to show it. And true to his expectant pleasure, Ohno’s head was tipping back, he was biting his lip, his eyes were squeezing shut, groans were being swallowed.

As soon as his boxers were yanked down, Nino’s mouth was upon Ohno’s cock, slurping loudly along the shaft.

“Not so loud!” Ohno groaned lowly.

“You’re one to talk.” Nino smiled.

And just then, as if the timing had chosen to be the worst, the restroom door creaked open.

As if one organism, Ohno and Nino both froze.

“Find a stall.” Came an unfamiliar voice.

A pair of rushing feet sounded across the tiled floor and the door of the stall beside them slammed open and then closed again.

“Goddamnit, I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad, Miki.”

There was a slam against the stall wall.

“I need you inside me.” Came another voice, evidently a man named Miki. “Stop fooling around so much!”

Nino and Ohno exchanged glances, the latter’s worried and somewhat panicked while the former’s was indifferent. Nino shrugged and his tongue was active again, lapping diligently at the head of Ohno’s cock.

“Kazu!” Ohno hissed. “Do you want them to hear?”

“Hush.”

“Stop, Satsu, stop.” Miki’s voice again.

“What?” Came a muffled voice, apparently belonging to a Satsu.

“Did you hear something?”

The silence of their shared pause was roaring in their ears.

“Guess not.” Miki said.

As if Satsu and Nino were of the same mind, both resumed their sexual siege on their lovers. Nino’s mouth engulfing the head of Ohno’s cock, sucking it hard as he gripped his lover’s hips.

The lovers on the other side of the thing metal wall however, were forgoing such oral pleasantries. Buttons were clicking, zippers were opening, pants were crumpling to the floor and belt buckles were clinking against the tile floor.

As Nino slid more and more of Ohno’s cock into is mouth, a shirt slid from under the separation wall and rested against Nino’s foot.

“Satsu, just fuck me.” And in that moment, Nino had completely swallowed Ohno’s cock. Two moans combined into one reverberating sound that bounced around the restroom.

Satsu moaned has he slid into Miki. Ohno could hear it. Their skin made a distinctive smacking sound and the metal separator bent a little as it supported the other lovers’ weight.

“God, Miki, you feel so good…”

Ohno could picture it. Miki was slender and feminine. His hips were deliciously easy to hold in Satsu’s arms. Satsu was taller than Miki and had much more muscle. He had a self-conscious streak in him, but Miki knew how to reassure him. Sexually, they were perfect complements. Miki had a tendency to be an aggressive bottom, making a show of begging and demanding in equal measure where Satsu loved to feel in control, wanted and even needed.

“Harder, fuck me harder!”

The pounding increased and their cries lost structure and restraint. Behind Ohno’s closed eyes, he could see that Satsu wasn’t even withdrawing from Miki. He was rolling his hips in forceful circles, his teeth were sinking into his lover’s neck, he was hitching Miki’s legs up around his own hips. He fucked Miki without mercy, without sense and Satsu was loving every burning moment.

Without realizing it, Ohno had commandeered Nino’s blowjob. His hands had tangled themselves in Nino’s hair and he was pulling his lover’s mouth back and forth on his cock, effectively fucking Nino’s face. Nino had wrapped his hands around Ohno’s waist, having given control over to his lover, massaging his firm ass with his hands. He moaned around Ohno’s cock as if he was being penetrated, letting his voice vibrate around his sensitive shaft.

With one deep, hard thrust, Ohno held Nino’s head firmly between his legs, coming down Nino’s throat. As his climax crested and subsided, Ohno’s mouth nearly formed the words to apologize. Apologize for losing control and being so rough. But then he heard Miki scream and Satsu’s cry.

“I guess that means we won…” Nino murmured, wiping of his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning up at Ohno. “And save your sorries.” He whispered. “You’re so fucking sexy when you lose it like that.”

“I knew there were people in here!” Came Miki’s voice.

What: Arashi ficlog!
Who: Ohno and Nino.
Why: Me and lady_gemma like having Ohmiya with each other.
Rated NC-17
Notes: This is an edited log between lady_gemma and I. It's pretty dirty. Filthy dirty.

Maid

By Chrisastopholis and Lady_Gemma

Nino peaked his head around the door, blushing slightly. "I don't want to come out, Ohchan." He pulled down his skirt from behind the wall.

Ohno was sitting down on the bed. "Would it help if I promised to close my eyes?" He grinned has he slipped his hands over his eyes. "There. Any better?"

Nino blushed furrther and fixed his wig, stepping out from the doorway into the room. "I look stupid."
"Well, I can't see you, so there's nothing to worry about." Ohno sighed. "Unless I can look now. And anyway, you said you wanted to try something new."

Nino nodded, making a little eep noise. "You can look." He self-conciously pushed down the skirt in the front, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Ohno took his hands away and looked at Nino. His eyes swept up and down the other man's form. "Kazu..." He was speechless.

Nino fidgeted and made to move back to the bathroom where his jeans and t-shirt and normal boy underware not these omg eww lacy thingies were. "It was a stupid idea I'll go change..." he said in a rush.

Ohno lept up and grabbed Nino's wrist, spinning him back around and holding him pinned against his chest. "No." Ohno was adament. "I...I want you to keep it on." Ohno ran his hands along the silk and lace. "You look so beautiful..."

"Really?" Nino looked up at Ohno timidly through his eyelashes

"Really." Ohno smiled, tipping Nino's face up to kiss him. "And if anyone's taking it off you, it'll be me."

Nino kissed Ohno back, hands fisted in his t-shirt. "You're the only one allowed to."

"So does this mean you'll do my cleaning?" Ohno grinned, his hands sliding along Nino's body once more, one hand coming down to cup his firm ass. "Or do you have other services as a French maid?"

Feeling more confident at the attention Ohno was paying him, he grinned and trailed one painted fingernail over Ohno's cheek. "Your momma can clean up after you, I'll take care of other things."

Ohno slipped a hand under the skirt, hitching it under Nino's leg as he slid his palm along the fishnet stockings. "I just have one request." He purred has he kissed the corner of Nino's mouth and moved to kiss along his jaw.

Nino let out a little purr, hooking one leg around Ohno's waist and pulling him closer. "Yes, master?"

Ohno would've have answered had his mouth not been fasteed onto the top of Nino's jaw, sucking intently. "Leave the fishnets on," he whispered into Nino's neck, "when I'm inside you."

"Whatever master wants," Nino panted out, clinging tightly to Ohno, hips rolling in slow circles against Ohno's.

Ohno tugged at Nino's earlobe with his teeth. "I want you to tell me your fantasies." He purred, feeling not quite himself, but rather possesed by something altogether larger. "You gave me the dress-up in the maid costume. So now I want to give you yours..."

Nino clammed up a bit, blushing again before finding his voice. "I've always wanted you to tie me up...and draw me that way, tease me all night and never let me come til you want to."

"Mmmm..." Ohno smiled reaching around Nino's waist to undo the bow that tied his outfit together. "Are you saying you'd beg, Kazu-chan?" Ohno felt positively evil as he tugged the ribbon free.

"If it made master happy," Nino purred, finding a soft patch of skin on Ohno's neck to nibble and suck on.

Ohno exhaled sharply, leaning into Nino's mouth. "Lie down on the bed."

Nino did as he was told, propping himself up his elbows to watch Ohno. "Yes, master?"

Ohno walked over, fingering the black silk of the ribbon. He cupped Nino's cheek, running a thumb over the soft skin. "Take me into your mouth, Kazu-chan." Ohno said softly. "I want you to taste me."

"Yes, Master," Nino purred out, even as he began removing Ohno's slacks, fingering his cock through the fabric of his boxers. "May I?" He asked, slipping his fingers just inside the opening.

"You may." Ohno edged his hips forward, cupping the back of Nino's head and urging him towards his cock. "Taste it thoroughly."

Nino pulled Ohno's cock free, licking lightly at the tip, swirling his tongue around to lap at the precum before taking the length fully into his mouth and giving a long suck.

Ohno exhaled throatily, his eyes lidded and a dreamy smile spreading across his face.

"That's right..." he whispered, "Keep going..."

Nino sucked, tilting his head just slightly to allow Ohno's length to slide down his throat.

Ohno let out a low moan when he felt Nino slide down to the hilt. He rolled his hips a little, tugging Nino's mouth back and then forward again, guiding this bobbing notion for quite a while. At last, he let Nino's mouth pop off. "How did it taste?" Ohno asked, smiling softly. "Did you like it?"

Nino wiped his mouth a bit with the back of his hand, licking up any remaining precum from his lips. "Delicious, but master should have come down my throat."

"Do you think so?" Ohno leaned down to kiss him fully on the lips, sucking insistently on Nino's tongue, gleaning the taste of himself. "But I want to come on your face. Wouldn't you like that? You could lick it all up afterward."

Nino kissed him back, letting Ohno dominate the kiss completely. "I would like that very much."

Ohno stood back up, letting his cock lean against Nino's face. "Suck. Suck as hard and as fast as you can." He ran a hand through Nino's hair. "If you're good, you'llt taste my cum." This was so unlike himself, but he was having such a good time. Who cares?

"Yes master," Nino said quietly before following what Ohno wanted him to do. He sucked, adding just a slight hint of teeth as he continuously deep-throated Ohno.

Ohno tangled both his hands in Nino's hair, pulling the other man's head on and off his cock, taking more and more control. "I'm close...I'm....close...."

Nino let Ohno lead, replacing his lips with his hands, one cupping Ohno's balls gently and massaging them while the other pumped his cock.

Ohno withdrew suddenly, letting his hard shaft lay against Nino's face once more. He stroked himself furiously. "Get ready..." he murmured before letting out a loud, strangled cry, coming in great white arcs that laved along Nino's face.

Nino lapped up as much as he could as Ohno came, but was sure to let enough fall on his face for Ohno to see. He held Ohno's hips to help steady him as he came.

"Clean it up." Ohno managed huskily. "Lick it all up, Kazu-chan." He was panting. "Lick it up and tell me how it tastes." Nino looked so gloriously debauched, slutty and dirty.

Nino scooped up Ohno's come with his fingers, licking them clean as Ohno watched. "So good, delicious...mecha umai." He said with a little grin, puckering his lips for Ohno to kiss as he finished.

Ohno swooped down to kiss Nino fiercely, sucking harder at his tongue and biting at his lower lip, tasting the salty tang. "Now..." Ohno said as he bit Nino's neck hard, "you've been very good. I think you're in for a little reward." His hands slid up Nino's back, grabbing the zipper of the dress and tugging it down. "Take it off and lay back on the bed."

Nino whimpered at the bite but did as he was told, stripping down to the fishnets, garter belt and lacy panties.

Ohno leaned down, capturing Nino's mouth once more in an open-mouthed kiss as he slid his hands up the other man's arms, drawing them up to the rungs of the headboard, slipping the ribbon around Nino's wrists and tying him to the poles. Smiling and becoming hard once more, he pressed flush against Nino as slipped down his body, kissing, nibbling and biting a trail to Nino's wasit. Ohno kneaded the heel of his palm between Nino's legs, feeling his hard cock through the panties. "Do you want me to fuck you, Kazu-chan?" Ohno asked in a teasing voice. "Do you want me to fuck you hard?" He mouthed at the head of Nino's cock through the fabric. "How hard do you want it?"

Nino whimpered, testing his restraints slightly as he felt Ohno palm and then mouth his cock. "Fuck me, Toshi...fuck me hard...fuck me til I scream your name..." Nino whimpered, eyes shut tight and fighting against his restraints.

Ohno slid the panties down and smiled hungrily at the cock that flopped out to lay against Nino's chest. "Hmmm..." he leaned in, mouthing wetly at the cockhead and along the shaft as he tugged the panties down. His mouth was fleeting and tortrously so. "I don't think you're begging enough..."

Nino let out a moan, whimpering and thrashing. "Please, Satoshi...fuck me...fuck me hard."

"Lube." Ohno whispered, his lips still brushing Nino’s cockhead. "Where is your lube?"

Nino let out a whimper, thrashing his head a bit and pointing at the nightstand. "Th..the..there."

Ohno lifted himself, leaving one hand on Nino's cock, stroking it lazily, swiping his tumb over the head as he reached over to the nightstand. He pulled the drawer open and grabbed the lube. He kept stroking Nino as he slicked his own cock. With one lubed finger, Ohno snaked inside Nino, curling it before adding a second one, scissoring the two. The whole time, he never stopped pumping Nino's cock. "Are you ready...?"

Nino gasped out at the feeling of Ohno's long slender fingers scissoring inside him while still stroking his cock like that. Only able to nod, he pushed down on Ohno's fingers as a signal that, yes, he was ready.

Ohno smiled kindly as he positioned his cock against Nino's entrance. He pressed the head of his cock in and then stopped. Ohno's grin was a teasing one as he fucked Nino with just the tip, his hand still firmly around his cock. The movements were lazy and languid. The moment his hand stilled, Ohno thrust inside Nino, slamming in to the hilt.

Nino arched up against Ohno at the thrust, eyes open wide and mouth opened in a silent cry. His legs wrapped around Ohno's waist and he pulled him closer, using the only leverage he had with his arms bound like they were. He wanted to kiss Ohno, wanted to thread his fingers in the soft hair and hold him there, but he was powerless. He let out a whimper of want, head straining up for Ohno.

Ohno began to pound into Nino, sliding in and out as hard as he could. He leaned down, letting his lips hover right before Nino's, literally dangling what he wanted right before him. As Ohno's hips smacked against Nino's ass, he pressed a slow, deep kiss onto the other man's mouth, winding a hand up into his hair to lift his face up further, kissing Nino hard and hungrily.

Nino whimpered into Ohno's lips, trying to meet Ohno's thrusts but unable to do anything but lay there and take each one. He was going to hurt like hell tomorrow, but he didn't care. Right now Ohno was driving him insane with desire, fucking him senseless.

Ohno dragged his lips across Nino's lips, neck and jaw, letting go of Nino entirely to take hold of the headboard with both hands, using the leverage to pull himeslf even harder into Nino, hearing the bedframe creak. "Say my name, Kazu-chan..." Ohno panted, "tell me this is mine...tell me you're mine..." He moaned raggedly into Nino's skin. "You can come, but you've uhn gotta say my name..."

Nino thrashed under Ohno, heels digging into Ohno's back and hips as he thrust. "Yours, Satoshi, only yours."

Ohno wrapped a hand around Nino's cock, stroking him furiously. "Come, Kazu-chan..." His hand was moving in time with his swift thrusts. "Come in my hand..."

With a strangled cry, Nino came hard, arching and shuddering around Ohno's cock as he emptied all over their abdomens and Ohno's hand. "Toshi!!!" He screamed out at the force of his orgasm, thighs trembling even as he tried to keep his hold on Ohno's waist.

The feeling of Nino clenching around his cock threw Ohno over the edge. He slammed into Nino with finality, coming hard as he smothered his cry in the other man's mouth.

Ohno panted as he relaxed, settling down onto Nino, remaining inside him and not caring about the stickiness between them. "That was...amazing..."

Still breathing hard, Nino strained against the ribbon, wishing he could hold his lover close in the after-glow. "I love you, Satoshi..." Nino whispered in his hair, legs still holding him near him and nuzzling into the other man's slightly damp hair.

"I love you too, Kazu-chan." Ohno reached up to untie Nino's hands. "Are you okay? I didn't want to hurt you. I think I just got carried away..."

Flexing his wrists just slightly to remove a kink, Nino smiled softly and held Ohno close. "No, I'll be sore tomorrow that's for sure, but no, you were perfect."

"I'll give you a massage tomorrow." Ohno smiled, scooting up to kiss Nino softly. "And next time..." his voice dropped to a soft whisper, "I'll be a nurse for you..."

Nino's face brightened at both the promise of a massage and the nurse. "Really?" Nino could remember how horny he'd been after the arashi goto shoot with Ohno in the nurse outfit. Stupid Jun got to be the doctor then...but not now. "It's a date." He said sweetly as he kissed Ohno bac

Seven Boom Melody

Sat, 26 May 2007 06:48:48 GMT

What: Arashi fic!
Who: Nino and Ohno.
Why: honooko was all like WRITE ME THIS and I was all like OKAY I WILL and then she signed off before I finished. BUT HERE IT IS ANYWAY.
Rated R.
Notes: She wanted the clothes to stay on and I love a challenge, so I said yes. Also, I borrowed the title from a Freezepop song. It's rather silly.
Also: I am still taking requests and now that it's the summertime, I have time to write them! Right now, I have Ohno/Anyone and some Ohmiya involving the fact that Ohno doesn't keep his promises in a punctual manner. They're forthcoming, I promise.

Seven Boom Melody

By Chrisastopholis

It wasn’t every night that they could get away. Celebrity was a wonderful thing, but in it’s thievery of everyman anonymity, it was not kind. And therein lies the problem of our small tale.

It was a new club opening and Nino wanted to go. The problem, as we’ve established, was fame. It didn’t seem fair to Nino, that he should miss out on the pounding beats and flashing lights just because he and his friends traipsed around in tasteful partial nudity and eye-catching clothes. No, not at all. That was quite a misfortune. That was the world’s lack of mercy and utter miscarriage of justice. This simply had to be rectified.

Ohno, being his apparent lot in life, was roped into this escapade. But not the others. Two members of Arashi was pushing their luck, but the whole band would be a dead giveaway and a half. A few phone-calls and an hour spent paging through a baby names book and Nino had a most foolproof plan.

“Oh-chan!” He chirped into the phone when the older man picked up. “Put on your sexypants and a mesh shirt! We’re going dancing!”

“I’m sorry?”

“Questions are for fools and weaker men, Oh-chan!”

“But how’re we going to manage that?” He asked, frowning. “We’re not really anonymous…”

“Are you a weak man, Ohno?” Nino demanded playfully. “Or perhaps…a fool?”

“No…”

“Then you’ll be in latex and mesh in three hours when I come pick you up.”

And though Ohno took considerable artistic license with the tall order of “latex and mesh,” he was there, waiting for Nino to take him away to a dance club. He looked freshly cleaned up, gelled up and dressed up. Nino grinned.

“Ready?” Nino asked as he pulled up, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah.” Ohno smiled shyly as he sat down next to Nino. “But…where are we going?”

“Ka.” He answered. “It’s a new club that’s opened up tonight.”

“And how’re we getting in without getting noticed?”

“Oh-chan.” Nino narrowed his eyes at him. “I’ve ruled on questions. Once more and I’m tossing you out.”

“Not as if you could…” Ohno mumbled.

“What was that?”

“…nothing.”

When they reached the block, Ohno could see the flashing lights of the club façade. He craned his neck to see the people standing in line, but Nino sped up and each body became a part of a long human blur. He settled himself back into his seat and contented himself to feel the air rushing through the windows.

They turned a corner and another, finally finding an empty space not half a block away. Nino led Ohno out of the car and down an alley. There was a backdoor with a small “Employees Only” sign over it. Nino knocked on it.

“This is making me a little nervous…” Ohno laid a hand on Nino’s elbow.

“It’ll be okay.”

A short woman dressed in black opened the door and peered out at the famous pair. “You’re late.” She snipped curtly.

“Sorry…” Nino smiled sheepishly. “It’s not like we meant to be…”

The woman nodded, let them in and slammed the door shut. Ohno could hear the dull thump of a bass-line drumming out from the dance-floor. Nino reached over and grasped Ohno’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. They walked together down the long hallway, through another door and only then did Ohno completely realize the situation they were in.

Ka, it seems, was getting off to an extremely popular start. The club was packed, drinks were flowing and those that weren’t at the bar were dancing. What struck Ohno, albeit belatedly, was that these people were men. All of them.

“A gay club…?” Ohno froze, turning to shoot Nino a glance. “If we’re found out…”

“We won’t be.” Nino smirked, leading Ohno in. “Who would expect to look for us here? If anyone asks, we’re Satsu and Hoyotomi of Osaka, a gay couple and yes, we’ve heard it all the time that we look like the famous Ninomiya Kazunari and Ohno Satoshi.”

It was quite an ingenious plan, really. The place to hide a leaf is a forest. The very place to conceal an item is right out in the open. Sure, there were so many signs before, plenty of reasons to believe it, but who would truly think they saw two Arashi members dancing at a gay club?

Nino pulled Ohno close and they began to move to the music. Their hips moved in timely unison, their arms coyly linking and finally their bodies were pressed together. Their eyes were fixed on each other’s, unmoving and unwavering. Ohno draped his arms over Nino’s shoulders, casting a glance around to see that, much to his surprise, no one was looking at all. Nino’s arms slunk around Ohno’s hips, tugging him all the snugly closer and that was when Ohno realized his best friend was sporting quite an erection.

“I see I’m not the only one enjoying this.” Nino murmured in Ohno’s ear. And indeed, Nino was the only one noticeably aroused.

They began to grind and Ohno’s breath caught in his throat. The song was slow, a seven boom melody and likewise their bodies rubbed together in sensual, circular motion. Ohno rested his head on Nino’s shoulder.

“Kazu-chan…” He gasped out.

“You like it?” Nino tugged at the shorter man’s earlobe with his teeth.

“More…” Ohno let out a throaty sigh.

They pressed against one another more rashly, more hungrily, their tented jeans creating such delicious friction. Ohno bit his lip, letting out a small whimper, feeling their cocks sliding together through the denim and cloth. It was a small sun building between them, white heat erupting in waves and ripples, traveling up from their hips, reverberating through their ribs, bouncing around their skulls, shaking their brains and shuddering their hearts, building up such pressure, such desperate pressure straining against their nerves and skin, filling them like so much boiling water.

Ohno had clamped his mouth in Nino’s neck, clutching to him desperately as they grounded, smothering his soft moans as he erupted in his jeans, feeling the warm gush running down his cock, the cloth of his boxers clinging to the firm flesh.

“Kazu-chan...” Ohno panted into Nino’s neck.

“Already?”

“You’re…not done?” And indeed, it was clear that Nino wasn’t. His cock was still hard and straining against Ohno.

“Turn around.” Nino growled.

Ohno turned, pressing his back against Nino’s chest, fitting his ass between the taller man’s hips. Nino gripped the older man’s sides, guiding him into another dance, rocking and grinding, finding the firm cleft of the ass with his arousal. Ohno moved his hips in familiar motions, popping them up and down, riding the shaft that Nino was pressing upon him.

“Do you like it?” Nino murmured against Ohno’s lips as he nipped at the juncture of the older man’s jaw. “Do you like them all watching us? Watching you? Seeing you so turned on?”

Nino slunk his hand down Ohno’s chest, reaching his waist and further below, feeling that he was hardening once again.

“You like it.” Nino grinned. “You like them seeing you being taken by me like this.” He hissed, sinking his teeth into Ohno’s neck as he bucked once, twice, thrice with savage, unmitigated and unbarred finality, his cock throbbing powerfully as he stained his y-fronts.

They were panting heavily as they stepped off the dance-floor, going to lean on the bar. They both ordered drinks to cool off.

“That was fun.” Nino grinned his understatement at Ohno.

“Uhm…” Ohno quirked his mouth and studied his hand laying on the bar.

“What’s wrong?”

“We’ve got a bit of a problem…” Ohno stepped closer, leaning in to whisper in Nino’s ear. “I’m hard again.”

“Ah, that’s right.” Nino chuckled breathlessly. “Well, we’re just going to have to take care of that, aren’t we?”

Ridiculous

Wed, 02 May 2007 19:30:12 GMT

What: Arashi fic
Who: Sho and Aiba
Why: The concept of kinky!Sho became a most ravenous plot bunny.
Rated R
Beta: honooko
Notes: Kinkiness isn't always leather, whips and chains.
Also: Next on the menu for me is some Jun crack and fluffy WaT. Studying for finals and all the final projects are starting to take over my time, so it'll be slow, but it will be posted. Eventually. I'm still taking requests, but they might take a while.

Ridiculous

By Chrisastopholis

“Lick my boots, bitch!” He yelled at his own reflection in the mirror of his bathroom. Sho frowned. It still sounded too forced. He wanted to get this right.

This had to be just perfect.

It had started a week ago when he was on his couch with Aiba, the two of them slumped together, watching TV. Sho’s arm was slung loosely around Aiba’s shoulders. It had become such a warm habit of snuggling with each other like this, casually, but affectionately. Aiba shifted and pillowed his head on Sho’s chest.

There was an especially sexy drama on TV about the scandalous happenings among the municipal trash collectors. There were steamy-rendezvous in the staff locker-room, backhanded schedule maneuvers in the manager’s office, shouting matches on the job, flashbacks of tragically teenage pregnancies.

“Sho?” Aiba asked, his eyes still on the screen.

“Mm?” Sho held Aiba a little closer to him.

“I was on your computer the other day.” Aiba looked up at Sho, hugging onto him. “I was looking for cheat-codes for an old N64 game. But when I started typing in ‘Banjo Kazooe’ something else came up.”

“Oh?” Sho looked down at him. “What was that?”

“Well…” Aiba paused. “It said ‘bondage.’”

And lo, Sho’s world came to a crashing halt, the reality and weight of those words crashing him into at full speed, striking him like vengeful lightning.

“Feel like explaining that one?” Aiba asked, snickering at Sho.

“It’s not what it looks like.” He answered. And indeed, it wasn’t.

It had been a much more innocent endeavor. The fancy had struck Sho, as fancies sometimes did, to delve into the history of their country. He was interested especially in Japan’s rampage throughout Asia during the second World War. But so many of the historical websites he had found didn’t go into the finer details of what happened, they didn’t offer stories of survivors or any such thing.

So he altered his search words.

In retrospect, “bondage” was an ill-advised choice of words. But “Japanese slavery” didn’t turn up very much and bondage was a synonym. Right?

Regardless, Sho found himself looking at several well-toned bodies in leather.

“It was a mistakenly bad search word.” Sho frowned. “I wasn’t looking for bondage porn.”

“You totally were.”

“No I wasn’t!” Sho lifted his chin. “I was doing research!”

“Research on porn.” Aiba giggled, poking his side. “It’s okay if you were. Just means you’re kind of a freak.”

“I was looking up World War Two history, Aiba.” Sho nudged him back. “It was an accident.”

“You’re totally into leather.” Aiba beamed up at him. “Kinky Sho’s into whips and chains.”

“Aiba, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Hey, calm down, Kinky.” Aiba smirked. “I’ll still be your friend. Even if you’re a freak. I won’t tell.”

“There’s nothing to tell!” Sho furrowed his brow.

“And because I’m a good friend, I’ll make you feel better about it.” Aiba said. “I’ll do it with you.”

“Aiba, there’s no need for that.” Sho replied. “Honestly. That’s very nice of you, but…”

“It’s okay, Sho.” Aiba kissed his cheek. “I don’t mind.”

Obviously friendly charity was the not overt motive here. It seemed much more as if Aiba wanted to give bondage a go rather than Sho. At least, that’s what he was thinking when they entered the shop.

It was called The Toy Box and they claimed to offer the best in “adult entertainment.” They promised to wrap everything up in discreet brown paper bags. How did a perfectly innocent web-search lead to walls and walls of pornography and silicon penises?

“Look, Sho!” Aiba called out with far too much enthusiasm. “Chaps! And they have no butt! Or…crotch!”

“I can see that.” Sho tried to lead Aiba away from them, feeling embarrassed.

“And look!” He snatched a studded dog collar off a rack, turning it over in his hands before snapping it around his neck. “Arf! Arf!” Aiba barked cheerfully at Sho, bouncing on his heals.

The large man at the desk who was dismally reading a magazine, looked over with only mild interest.

“Quiet down, Aiba.” Sho squeezed his shoulder. “Don’t make such a scene.”

“I’m going to go look for handcuffs!” And Aiba dashed off into the depths of strap-ons and blindfolds.

Sho sighed and slowly walked through the store, looking left and right at all the different sex paraphernalia. It seemed somewhat silly, really, that people would spend so much money just to get off with one another. He passed a dildo as long and as thick as his arm. Who even used things like that? Giants? Titans? Americans?

Then he happened upon a small display of what looked like face powders. He picked one up. Honey Honey this one was called. Flavored powder. He unscrewed the lid and saw a small feather duster sitting on top of amber dust. Apply liberally, it said. Give your sweetie a treat. There was one that told him it tasted like strawberries. Another was to taste like vanilla.

Just as Sho was beginning to screw the lid back on, he felt a sharp, stinging thwap on his ass. He dropped the powder jar as he yelped, twisting away from the pain. Powder spilled from the plastic container.

“Are you a good boy or a bad boy?” Aiba asked once Sho, with quite a confused expression, turned around to face him. There was a riding crop in his hand.

“What?!”

“Well?” He was wearing a full-headed black mask with two eye holes and a zipper over the mouth, pulled open to allow him to speak. “Are you a good boy or a bad boy?”

“Good enough for you, thanks.” Sho snatched the riding crop away from Aiba. “That hurt!”

“You’ll have to buy the dust.” The man at the counter drawled lazily. “You spilled some of it.”

“Yay!” Aiba squealed. “I’ll go get the rest of the stuff in my cart!”

Sho wondered if every time glanced at the bags in their hands, people had x-ray vision and could see every dirty device in there. He almost wanted to apologize to each person and let them know that this wasn’t his idea at all and they’re all for his friend here.

Which brings us back to the bathroom. And Sho’s one-man rehearsal. He shifted awkwardly in the leather pants Aiba had insisted he wear. They were practically painted on and it seemed odd to wear them without a shirt. The boots felt a little strange too.

“Lick my boots, btich!” He tried again. “Lick my boots, bitch.” Not quite there… “Lick my boots, bitch?”

“Shoooooooooooooo!” Aiba called from the bedroom. “Are you ready yet?”

“Uhm…” Sho frowned. “Yeah, I…guess.”

He walked out of the bathroom and the leather of his pants made a slight creaking noise. When Sho reached the bedroom, there was quite a sight to see.

Aiba was kneeling on the bed, prone and naked but for a black loincloth. His eyes were covered with a black blindfold fringed in fluffy red feathers.

“Sho?”

“Right here, Aiba.”

“Oh Sho,” Aiba folded his hands, his head tilting down. “I’ve been bad.”

“Well we did spend a lot of money…” Sho quirked his mouth.

“No, Sho, I’ve been really bad.” Aiba settled back on the bed, turning over to lay on his stomach. “I think I need to be punished.”

“Oh, well…” He was about to reassure Aiba that no, he wasn’t bad at all and was actually quite nice and maybe he’d like some cake? But that’s not what he was supposed to do. He took a deep breath. He closed his eyes momentarily before shaping his face into a determined expression, “Lick my boots, bitch!”

“Oh Sho…” Aiba purred, almost giggling at the fact that that rhymed. “I just love it when you order me around.” He was trying. It was over-the-top, sure, but Sho needed the extra push if they were going to do anything kinky.

“…you’re really going to lick them are you?”

“Ew, No!” Aiba’s face scrunched up. “Just grab the riding crop.”

Sho lifted it from the bedside table. It was black and firm in his hand. “So…”

“Punish me!” Aiba wiggled his hips, pushing his ass up to prominence.

Sho tapped it against the curve of the other man’s ass. There was no reaction. So he tapped a little harder. Still none. A little more, a lot more.

“Ow, Sho!” Aiba twisted around. “That really hurt!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Sho panicked, getting down next to the bed beside Aiba. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

“It’s okay.”

“Really?” He frowned, fretting. “I can get you some lotion if need it…”

“No, I’m fine.” Aiba shook his head. “Is there anything else from what we bought today?”

“Uhm…” Sho checked the bag that sat against the bedside table. “Just this powder stuff.”

“Mmmmm sounds awesome.”

“So, you want me to…” Sho shifted on his feet.

“You don’t need to keep asking me.” Aiba giggled. “Just do what you want.”

What he wants. Well… the honey dust did taste good…

Opening the jar, Sho settled down on the bed next to Aiba, dipping the tiny feather-duster into the powder. Now where to dust…

First was Aiba’s shoulder, a tester, a practice round. He flitted it over the skin, marveling at how sheer it was. Sho leaned in to lick it off, seeing Aiba twist and giggle. He liked it! He was laughing!

Then came Aiba’s collarbone, mouthed cleaned and his laughter was a little less. Then his neck, painted in a coat of powder and licked clean in. Aiba let out a keening sound, arching against him, his hands finding themselves at Sho’s sides.

“Are you okay…?”

“I’m fine, idiot, just keep going!”

So Sho did. The rides of Aiba’s chest, his nipples, his torso, the curve of his pecs and Aiba’s voice became more desperate. His hands grasped at Sho’s trousers, trying to claw them off. With a little help, they slid down, pushed and kicked to the knees. Aiba yanked the loincloth off his waist, tossing it over to the side of the room.

Aiba seemed to want something very clear now, Sho could see that and really, who was he not to give it to him? And it didn’t hurt that he found it quite enjoyable to probe the nerves of Aiba’s skin with his mouth and hear the little moans and groans that escaped his lips.

They clung to one another, sliding against each other, cock to cock, legs opening, hands clenching, mouths kissing, tongues exploring, breath becoming shallow and hard, movements becoming quicker, jerkier, more erratic, more needful. The whole room seemed loud, the quiet thundering in their ears. The air seemed so hot, so thick as they pressed together. Aiba’s blindfold had become askew, the pants had become twisted in their movements, the covers of the bed knotted and tousled beneath them

They were as one being, their voices joining together in second nature harmony, eyes lidded and hearts pounding. There was a rush, a tightening ever tighter, a recklessness, a loss of control between the two of them, reserve and pretense thrown rashly to the wind, lines melted as visions blurred and all there was left was wet heat and warm movement.

When their full-bodied symphony reached its crescendo one gasped and clung to the other, arching, voice aloud as he reached his climax, the other following with a muffled cry and a satisfied sigh.

Together, as in movement, they sag, settling into one another on the bed.

“Knew you were a freak.” Aiba smiled lazily.

“Shush.” Sho shed his pants entirely, drawing the covers over them.

And so they lay, awake, but languid, affectionate as if lovers, as natural as this story began.

Small Victories

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 04:26:18 GMT

What: Arashi fic
Who: Aiba, Nino, Ohno and Jun
Why: It was blackblood0688's request from AGES ago.
Rated NC-17.
Beta: honooko
Notes: Yeah. So. I wasn't posting for a while and it's because between some baaaaaad drama and tons of school and exams and events planning. So I've been super busy. BUT I HAVE A FREE EVENING. So finished it and here it is. I'm sorry for not posting it sooner blackblood0688.

Small Victories
By Chrisastopholis

It had seemed, by all accounts and indications, a rather innocuous and innocent request. Aiba had asked him if he’d like to take a walk in the park. It would be fun, Aiba had said, and why wouldn’t it be? Sakura blossoms were out in full and a walk in the nice weather would be relaxing. The scenery would be beautiful, the sun would be shining and he’d be in the company of a friend.

What Nino couldn’t imagine, in that perfect gaze of retrospect, was that he could’ve possibly seen the secondary outcome, what that walk became, what it led to. Nor could he imagine that Aiba did either. Everything seemed like such an accident, but a wonderful one. Their jaunt through the spring air was but a cover for serendipity’s ulterior motive.

“C’mon then, Nino.” Aiba said. “It’ll be awesome! Maybe we could fly kites!” He had such a sweet and childish grin.

Nino had been in a bit of a slump, a bad mood. He had just been feeling off lately and it frustrated him. He was slow to pick up dance-steps, struggled with reaching the pitches he needed to sing in, just not feeling altogether himself. It started off as a bad day, but became a bad week.

“I guess.” Nino allowed.

Aiba tugged on his arm.

“You’re coming with me.” He asserted with a smile. “It’d be better than being all cry-faced and mopey.”

“I guess.”

“Less guessing and more putting your shoes on.” Aiba poked at his side.

So he did and they finally walked outside, Nino with his hands in his pockets and Aiba with a big bright smile on his face. When they reached the park, Aiba was almost squealing with excitement and Nino was glaring at his shoes.

The sun was bright and warm. Flowers were blooming everywhere. Birds flitted from branch to branch. It was gorgeous, it was beautiful, it…

“This sucks.” Nino grumbled.

“No it doesn’t!” Aiba insisted. “Just look around! It’s so pretty! There’s some butterflies over there and Nino! Nino, look!” He pointed excitedly at the sky. “That cloud looks like a dragon! And that one looks like the planet Saturn!”

And they did. But when that didn’t get much more of a smile out of him, Aiba wormed his fingers into one of Nino’s clenched hands, slipping his palm into the grumpy man’s grasp. Nino’s mouth twisted a bit, but he didn’t stop him.

Nor did he stop him when Aiba started swinging their arms a little. Nor did he protest when Aiba began to skip. Nino allowed a muffled sort of smile, hard fought and somewhat stiff, but a smile nonetheless.

Then Aiba began to sing, “Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, dormez vous? Dormez vous? Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines. Ding ding dong, ding ding dong…”

It was quiet a first, but it grew. Nino grinned, beginning to giggle at Aiba’s sudden concert.

“Ne…are you trying to embarrass me?”

“Is my singing so bad?” Aiba asked, mock offence on his face.

“You might scare away all the birds and wilt the flowers.” Nino looked solemn.

“Jerk!” Aiba jabbed him lightly in the ribs.

They continued on, hand in hand, drawing just a little closer. They passed by an entrance to the forest that ran in a loose circle around the park. There was a vague sort of path winding it’s way through the trees and off beyond sight.

One leading other, but really believing it was he who was following, they steered themselves to the path, following its curving walk. They stepped over twigs and leaves and fallen branches, coming across, at last, a clearing.

They had to part the stiff branches of two low low-hanging trees to find themselves inside. It was heavily shaded. Aiba kicked off his shoes and knelt down, running his hands through the grass. He tugged Nino down beside him, laying them both down to look up into the canopy of leaves.

“So why do you look so sad?” Aiba asked.

“I’ve just felt…” Nino shrugged, as much as one can shrug when lying on your back, “lonely, I guess.”

“But you have us, don’t you?” Aiba nudged up against him, resting his head against his hand and gazing at Nino.

“Yeah, but…” Nino frowned. “It’s… I mean, I really appreciate it and all. I love you guys, just…”

“You need something more?” Aiba was closer, just a little bit closer. His hand was moving slowly, just a little bit closer, resting on Nino’s chest.

“Yeah.” Nino turned and he found himself staring right into Aiba’s face that had drawn quite close to his.

“It’s okay.” Aiba rested his forehead against Nino’s. “I understand.” A moment, a beat, a single minute passed and then he leaned in and kissed him. There in the cool shade and warm sun, they kissed, lazily and kindly, one tipping his head to allow the other’s tongue in, sucking on it languidly.

Aiba rolled on top of Nino, molding against the other man’s body and trailing his kisses along his jaw.

“I think,” kiss, “I,” another kiss, “know,” yet another, but with a flick of tongue, “exactly,” now his mouth was on his neck, “what you need.” He punctuated his sentence with a light nip at the top of the throat, rearing back to grin impishly down at Nino.

Running his hands first through Nino’s hair, down his chest and around to his waist, Aiba began to fiddle with the buckle of Nino’s belt.

“W-what… what are you doing?” Nino looked up at Aiba, traces of confusion and panic coursing through his face. He grasped Aiba’s wrists, halting his progress. “Someone could see…”

“No one’s going to come back here.” Aiba smiled, leaning down to kiss Nino. “Just relax.”

Nino loosened his grip and Aiba’s hands moved again, undoing the buckle, sliding the belt apart, thumbing the button out of the hole, shifting to give room for the zipper to be pulled down.

Aiba slid his hands and creeping fingers up under Nino’s shirt, grinning kindly as he pulled the tee shirt off.

“You’re prettier with your pants off.” Aiba giggled. He began to descend, intending to kiss his path down Nino’s chest, but a pair of hands cupped his face, halting his movement.

“Ah…?”

Nino tilted his friend’s face up to kiss him, sensually occupying his mouth as he slid his hands down Aiba’s sides, curling his fingers around the hem of his shirt and tugging it up, tossing it to the side.

Threading his thumbs through the belt loops of Aiba’s shorts, he pulled them down, wriggling them past his hips. Slipping his fingers past the waistband of Aiba’s y-fronts, Nino molded his palms to the curve of his ass, kneading it and sliding the tip of a finger along the cleave.

Aiba nearly moaned, but Nino swallowed the sound.

“Don’t want anyone to hear, do we?”

“No…” Aiba replied breathlessly.

Aiba snagged his shorts that were laying on the ground, fishing a bottle of lube from the pocket. He pressed it into Nino’s hand who opened it and coated a few fingers.

Nino teased Aiba’s entrance with a fleeting finger and Aiba found himself confused and torn. Did he want to rock back against that offered digit or grind forward for that delicious friction. He pushed forward and exhaled with a throaty breath, rolling back with a hiss at the finger sinking into him.

“I’d make a lot less noise uhn if you just got done with it…”

Aibia circled his hips, sliding against Nino’s cock and then sliding back on his finger. Another was added and Aiba had clap a hand over his own mouth to keep from crying out.

Aiba reached down for the lube, using it to slather Nino’s cock and then slicking himself, meeting Nino’s smirk with his own smile, dipping himself down just a little as Nino withdrew his hand. Aiba took hold of Nino’s cock, letting the head just barely slip in, lifting up just as suddenly, repeating this several times, giggling at the strangled face he made.

“Bastard.”

“Oh, me?”

“Yes, you.” Nino growled as he lifted his hips up, thrusting up inside of the other man, pulling him down to meet his rising cock.

Aiba threw his head back and bit hard down on a knuckle, muffling his cry and slamming the other hand down on Nino’s chest. They paused in their union, both of them taking measured breaths. When he was steady, Aiba shifted to sit forward and move his hand from his mouth, replacing it in a flash when that small movement sent a tingling wave through his whole body. Nino’s cock was so close to that spot, so teasingly close.

Aiba rocked again and leaned forward, slumping his forehead against Nino’s gritting his teeth. Nino craned his neck up to kiss Aiba, guiding the other man’s body as he ground himself harder and harder. Aiba sat up, his back straight, his hands anchoring himself against Nino’s chest, supporting himself as he pushed down with every backstroke, changing the angle here, adjusting it there.

Nino let out a moan as he rose, sitting up to clamp his mouth onto Aiba’s shoulder, leaving a ring of crescent teeth marks as he bit in. He wrapped one arm around Aiba’s waist and supported himself with his other, hand pressed flat to the ground behind him, allowing a new depth, new angle. Aiba nearly screamed as he felt that spot, that patch, hit and rubbed. He threaded a hand into Nino’s hair, holding the other man’s head to him, leaning in to groaning into Nino’s neck. Being quiet was so hard, harder than difficult and tougher than he had ever imagined.

Nino growled, biting and sucking a universe of marks on his friend’s neck, feeling pent up with the need to cry out from the overwhelming feeling of that hot, tight, wet squeeze of fucking Aiba. He pushed a little forward, pinioning Aiba’s cock between their taut chests, rubbing it on all side with friction-warmed skin.

Breathing became more shallow, more jagged, heat of the day mixed with the heat of their coupling. They could feel the weight of orgasm growing heavier and heavier, rising up like a beast from the sea, speeding up and becoming ever closer to breaking the surface.

When Nino mouthed against Aiba’s ear, moaning softly and strained, Aiba came, forcing his lips to Nino’s, groaning into his mouth as his climax crested. Feeling that wet spill gush up between them on their chests. That moist contact threw Nino over the edge, sending him into a spiraling orgasm that filled his stomach with fire, sent a veil of white fire before his eyes and let loose a yell from his mouth, vibrating through his ribcage and reverberating between his teeth.

“Nino…”

“I know.
“You yelled.”

“I know.” Nino growled. He wasn’t letting Aiba go, he held onto him, savoring the smell of himself on the other man, soaking up their mutual heat. “Thank you.” He murmured against Aiba’s skin.

“You’re welcome!” Aiba sang before he kissed him with soft finality, detangling himself from Nino and going to fetch his clothes.

Nino lounged in the shaded grass of the clearing as the other man dressed, feeling the gentle throb of his afterglow.

When they were both eventually dressed, they ventured out from the clearing to see MatsuJun and Ohno strolling along the promenade they had walked down, chatting happily and animatedly. Aiba waved at them and the four met on the path.

“What are you guys doing here?” MatsuJun asked.

“Oh… well…” Nino began.

“Wrestling!” Aiba grinned. “Nino apparently caught some channel on TV where these two guys were wrestling naked and he wanted to try it. He said it was called ‘Greco-Roman Wrestling.’”

Nino did his best to keep the embarrassed shock and surprise from his face. MatsuJun simply crossed his arms and smirked knowingly.

“Really, Nino?” Ohno’s face brightened up. “I didn’t know you had such an interest in that stuff.”

“Yeah… well…”
“And he’s just so good at it.” Aiba added. “He was like one of those big monster TV wrestlers. Lots of RAWRR and angry face.”

“You don’t say.” MatsuJun’s smirk widened.

“Is that true, Nino?” Ohno asked, smiling so pristinely.

“Oh, yeah…” Nino managed a tight smile. “I guess I did pretty well.”

“I’d love to try it with you sometime!” Ohno eyes shined with the light of his own obliviousness. “I mean, we’ve play-fought before, but we haven’t tried that kind of wrestling.”

“Good luck, loser!” Aiba laughed as he patted Ohno’s shoulder and stepping past him, walking back down the park’s promenade with MatsuJun. Nino watched them go with a glower on his face.

“What’s the matter, Nino?” Ohno asked.

“Oh!” Nino smiled apologetically. “Nothing. Aiba just… gave me a workout.”

“I understand.” They started following the pair ahead of him. “Maybe we can have a big tournament! See who’s strongest out of the three of us!”

“Yeah…” Nino clenched his jaw to keep from laughing. “Maybe, Oh-chan. Maybe”

Mutual Mercy: A Sequel to Fair Play

Fri, 06 Apr 2007 03:06:20 GMT

What: Arashi fic
Who: Sho & MatsuJun
Why: Because the last one was sort of begging for Sho/Jun sexing.
Rated NC-17
Notes: Sho likes sex just like anyone else.
Beta: honooko

Mutual Mercy
A sequel to Fair Play
By Chrisastopholis

“What…?” Sho’s mouth worked to form words. “What are you doing?” His eyes beheld the prone and naked form of MatsuJun, cuffed to the bed with…was that a vibrator?

“Nino and Ohno…” MatsuJun frowned, squirming as the device inside him continued its constant hum of movement. “Trapped me…”

“Oh no!” Sho’s eyes went wide. “I had just asked Nino to get my mail and things while I was gone.”

“Why’d you leave?” MatsuJun’s voice trembled slightly. “I thought we were going to watch the video together…”

“Jun, as proud of it as you are, I don’t want to watch Ohno and Nino having sex.” Sho shook his head. “I went to give a lecture and I figured you’d show up, see I wasn’t home and go away. I’m so sorry. I had no idea…here.” He rushed to the head board to undo the handcuffs.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you…” MatsuJun let his hands drop with a great sigh of relief, rubbing his sore wrists. He rolled his head to peer at Sho, pointing down at the vibrator with a nod of his head. “Please… Sho, I…”

“Uh…” Sho frowned, averting his eyes from the plum-colored sex-toy. It wasn’t his. Was it MatsuJun’s? Nino’s? “I’m sure you can manage on your own.”

“No, Sho, you don’t understand.” MatsuJun growled. “They’ve left me like this for a half hour and I need it.”

“Can’t you just…?” Sho’s face scrunched up with unease.

“Fine.” MatsuJun reached down between his legs and edged the vibrator in deeper, grunting as it moved. “Ahhhnn…”

“No!” Sho exclaimed. “Not here! Go… take care of it at your place.”

“Sho… uhn… he fucked Ohno on top of me.” MatsuJun groaned a little as twisted the vibrator. “I need this…”

“Jun.” Sho said sternly, placing his hands on his hips. “Get out.”

“You’re not being very nice.” MatsuJun glared a pouting glare. “You don’t understand…”

“You’re not even supposed to be in here!” Sho remained evenly firm in his tone. “Look, Jun, I’m really sorry, I really, really am. I’ll make it up to you somehow, but…”

“Make it up to me now.” MatsuJun cut him off. “Sho, I am begging you not only as a friend, but a man. Just touch me… bring me off, please!”

Sho blushed a little, flustering slightly as he shook his head. “No. No no no.” He closed his eyes and after a moment, he opened them. “Okay. I’m going to go take a shower. Just… go take care of yourself. When I get out, I’ll call and I’ll,” he paused, “take you shopping?”

“Fine.” MatsuJun heaved a shaky sigh.

“Good.” Sho smiled a little and gingerly patted MatsuJun’s shoulder. “I’m sorry if I’ve been mean at all. I’m really sorry you got in this… situation, Jun.”

MatsuJun said nothing as he watched Sho walk into the adjoining bathroom and close the door. He could hear the belt buckle clink against the tile floor as clothing was shed. And then the raspy rattling whisper of the shower curtain followed by the soft patter of the shower.

Sho closed his eyes against the warm wash of water, running his hands through his hair. He soaped up a green loofa and scrubbed himself, remembering how he was taunted for choosing such a girly thing to wash with. But really, he reasoned, it worked better than a wash cloth and much better than hands, so they could make fun of him all they wanted. He would be cleaner.

What Sho didn’t hear was the door quietly and gradually opening, the light, measured steps of bare feet and nor did he see the first fingers of a hand emerging around the edge of the shower curtain.

In a fluid motion, Jun slunk into the shower, looking rather serious as Sho turned in surprise to see him.

“Jun…!” Sho nearly fell as he shifted against the wall, crossing his legs and covering himself with his hands.

Jun spoke not a word as he stepped forward, reaching for Sho’s wrists to lift his hands away. They struggled a little, arms and fingers tangling. With Sho’s wrist finally in his grasp, MatsuJun shoved it between his legs, pressing the hand against his achingly hard cock.

“I have had this for way too long.” MastuJun looked unwaveringly into Sho’s face. “You are here. You’re someone I trust. Please, Sho!”

“But…” Sho’s face twisted up. “It’s…. weird.” He tried to take his hand back, but MatsuJun held it still. “We’re friends, not… not… lovers.”

“Then as a friend, you have to understand that I need this.” MatsuJun pressed the hand down harder, biting back a purr. “Please, have some mercy on me.” He leaned in, resting his head on Sho’s shoulder, kissing the spot behind his ear.

A little sound, a tiny little sound just barely escaped Sho’s lips at the touch and gentle brush of lips on his skin. His hand gripped automatically, eliciting a moan from MatsuJun as he pressed himself against Sho.

MatsuJun did his best to steady himself, to reign himself in, to slow down a little. He could get what he wanted, but it seemed only if he did this carefully. It would be well worth the restraint.

He pressed soft kisses along Sho’s jaw as the warm water fell upon them, giving every movement, every moment a soothingly warm feeling. Sho leaned into his ministrations, half allowing them, half craving them. It was strange to be in such straits with someone he saw as a friend, but it did feel good and MatsuJun did need his help…

Sho wrapped his arms around MatsuJun, tugging him closer and backing against the wall of the shower. He gasped, surprised and startled at the sudden feeling of his friend’s arousal pressed against his own.

“You’re hard.” MastuJun grinned against Sho’s skin.

“Mmph.” Sho managed, kissing MatsuJun’s ear and squeezing him a little. “Feels…” they shifted slightly, causing Sho to hitch his breath, “…good.”

MastuJun moved slightly, bringing himself to Sho’s side, kissing his cheek as he let a hand travel down the rapper’s chest. With his other, he turned Sho’s head, bringing the other man to face him, pressing a kiss to those trembling lips.

“It’s okay.” MatsuJun smiled with what he hoped was reassurance. His hand had found Sho’s stomach, those hard abs and trim waist.

Sho leaned in tentatively and kissed MatsuJun, closing his eyes and melting into these sensations of touch. He jerked a little when his friend’s hand reached his rigid cock, fingers wrapping around it slowly. MatsuJun kissed him back in equal pace, sensual and tender, fighting the urge to let loose in sexual rampage. Sho moaned softly against MatsuJun’s lips, his hips moving almost a little independently to meet the strokes of the other man’s hand.

MastuJun trailed his kisses, somewhat slippery against the wet skin, down Sho’s neck, shoulder and chest, kneeling as he made his way lower and lower, nuzzling his bellybutton, his nose bumping against the metal of the ring hanging there.

Sho let one hand rest on the top of his friend’s head, letting out a small sound of surprised pleasure as MatsuJun kissed the head of his cock. He ran his tongue up along the shaft, mouthing at it and enveloping the tip with his lips. Sucking hard, hollowing out his cheeks, MatsuJun slid the cock further into his mouth, listening as Sho let out little gasps and grunts with each needful inch. With slow purpose, agonizingly so for both men, MatsuJun bobbed his head up and down on the hard shaft, winding his arms around Sho’s waist and pulling him tightly against his mouth.

Moments, minutes incalculable and Sho was beginning to feel a hazy, lusty feeling permeating his head, his lungs, his very bones with a cloudy breath of gently searing lust. He tipped his head back and drops of water ran down his forehead, along his nose and onto his lips and cheeks.

“Jun… uhnn… Jun…” Sho tried to get his attention.

MatsuJun hummed in reply, his voice vibrating around his mouth, covering Sho’s cock in a new sensation. It was all so much, the fleshy moist squeeze of the mouth, the slide of lips, the lash of tongue.

“Jun… I…” Sho tried to form the words. “I… I’m going to…”

MatsuJun slid his mouth off with a slurping, popping sound, smiling up at Sho. He stood and kissed his way back up to the other man’s mouth.

“Did you like that…?” MatsuJun pressed himself against Sho.

Sho nodded, leaning his face into MatsuJun’s neck.

“You want it, don’t you?” MatsuJun purred. “You understand how built up I feel?”

“I…” He began to say. “I want…”

“What?” MatsuJun put his arms around Sho’s hips, pulling him into a crawling grind.

Sho’s breath caught in his throat and he let out a small groan. “More…” He whimpered. “More.”

MatsuJun looked at him sharply in the eye for a long moment, continuing his sliding, rolling hips. “You understand.” He nodded, “You understand.” He kissed Sho, sharing the salty tang of his southern skin, before turning around and wedging himself back against the other man.

Wet was there skin and wet were their hands as MatsuJun reached behind himself, grasping Sho’s hard cock and holding it steady as he backed up against it, winding it inside his already lubricated entrance. He hardly wasted a moment as he pushed back with a punctuated moan, ramming himself down Sho’s length, impaling himself to the hilt as he had hungered for far too long that day. His ass resting between Sho’s two hips, MatsuJun felt the other man’s hands now griping his sides. He could hear Sho’s heavy breathing.

“Sho…?”

No answer.

“Sho?”

“Feels…amazing.” He was trying to even out his breathing, but this hot suction of tight and hugging flesh was making his vision blur. He wondered vaguely if he should feel ashamed, if he should stop this. But what was it but bodies? What was it but pleasure? What was he but human?

“It does…” MatsuJun managed a queasy smile. “But… you’ve got to move.”

“I don’t think I can…”

“Sho…”

“I don’t want to hurt you!”

With a growl of frustration, in several senses of the word, MatsuJun rocked back with a grinding shove, causing the both of them to cry out. He moved pneumatically, pushing back and dragging down in fast circles. Sho met his movements, pulling him flush against his chest and bucking in response.

Sho let his hands travel, tracing looping circles and exploratory lines along MatsuJun’s chest, running his thumb over a nipple at a whim and eliciting such gratifying groans. He felt his hand brush the engorged cock that bobbed against MatsuJun’s stomach and allowed his palm to slide down it. Though Sho had come into himself as somewhat of a prude, the male body and the parts of which were pleasurable was not a mystery to him, possessing such a body himself.

MatsuJun nearly cried at the contact of the hand, begging for more, more friction, more movement, just more. He joined his hand with Sho’s, stroking and pumping with erratic strokes that matched the wild unevenness of their rocking thrusts, becoming a tangled mass of limbs and helpless cries.

The spark was long since lit and the fuse was already short. It was a matter of time and time alone before it felt overwhelming. And when it did, it was as if the two of them shared the explosion, the supernova of their orgasm, breaking the stratosphere together and riding out the powerful, coursing waves of climax.

Breathing having calmed, they could hear the soft hiss of the shower and disentangling, they washed each other, quickly, but thoroughly. Sho turned the water off and pulled the curtain aside.

MatsuJun stumbled out and sat heavily on the toilet seat. Wrapping a towel around his waist and with another towel in hand, he dried MatsuJun off, starting with his hair, head, neck and shoulders, reaching his chest and legs. MatsuJun smiled faintly and purred at the gentle touch.

Once dry himself, Sho opened the bathroom door and the pair of them walked back into the bedroom.

“I guess I should go.” MatsuJun murmured.

“No.” Sho sat down on the bed. “Stay. Take a nap with me. I’m tired after traveling.”

“Just after traveling?” MatsuJun chuckled as he settled next to Sho.

The other man didn’t answer as he pulled the covers up, sliding under them and tugging his friend inside. MatsuJun curled his head onto Sho’s shoulder, burying his face in his neck. They tangled their legs and held one another, reveling in the damp warmth of the shower, the pulsing satisfaction of their afterglow and comforting presence of friendly and familiar skin.

“Thank you.” Sho mumbled.

“My pleasure.”

Fair Play: A Sequel to Fine Print

Mon, 02 Apr 2007 05:53:30 GMT

What: Arashi fic.
Who: Nino, Ohno, Sho and MatsuJun
Why: Plotbunny planted by kegom
Rated NC-17
Notes: A sequel to Fine Print in which Ohno and Nino exact their revenge. It's all kegom's fault for having the excellent idea. And yet again, my mind ran away with it. You jent fic kids will be the death of me.
Beta: kitsch_brigade

Fair Play

A Sequel to Fine Print
By Chrisastopholis

“It’s no problem!” Nino had said with a grin on his face. “I’d love to housesit for you.”

“Well, it’s not that, exactly.” Sho smiled. “I just need you to get the mail and bring in the newspaper. You can leave it all on the kitchen table.”

They were standing in the foyer of Sho’s apartment, right before the door. He was giving a commencement speech at Jounan Yobiko that weekend and had decided to lodge in a hotel in the area to stay around for the graduation festivities.

He was leaving that evening, so Nino didn’t have to start until Saturday.

That night, Nino promised himself that he’d actually get up early the next morning, on the weekend no less, and be there at Sho’s apartment to bring in the newspaper. He even set his alarm clock to wake him at this ungodly hour. Ohno had suggested he set two of them, but Nino was sure he could manage with one.

The clock buzzed at Nino faithfully, a sound like so many hands clawing at blackboards. He rolled over, eyes still closed, felt around for the clock and pressed the snooze button. Ten minutes later, that gratingly trilling alarm and the snooze button is pounded again. Repeated twice more and the process had become quite tiresome. Nino, with great reluctance and labor, stretched over the side of the bed and yanked out the clock’s cord, flopping back into the warm hug of his bed and diving back into sleep.

A few hours later and Nino found himself waking at noon. One grudging rise out of bed and a shower later, he was clean and dressed. Grabbing the keys from the counter, Nino headed out the door and over to Sho’s.

He grabbed the newspaper that had been thrown by the doorstep and picked up Sho’s mail. When he let himself into the apartment, the phone was ringing. The machine could get it. Even if Nino wanted to pretend to be his band mate and horrify whoever it was on the line, he was so not in the mood.

But as Nino laid the newspaper and mail on the table, the machine clicked on.

“Hey, Sho, it’s me.” Nino’s whole body stiffened. “Do you remember that little deal I made with Nino and Ohno?” It was MatsuJun. Nino turned to watch the steady red light on the answering machine as that smug voice flowed from it.

“Well, I think I finally figured out a title for it. I’m thinking Hard Bargain. Anyway, I wanted to make sure we were still on for noon tomorrow. Call back if there’s a problem. If not, I’ll see you then.” And then the machine beeped and a red light was blinking.

That bastard! He was going to show it to Sho! It wasn’t outside the rules of the bet, but still!

MatsuJun was going to be here at noon. Sho wasn’t going to be back until 2:00. He said so. Did MatsuJun not know? It was too perfect. Nino grinned as he plotted, chuckling to himself as he left the apartment and locked it behind him.

Clearly fate had stepped in. Clearly some higher power was smiling down on him. Clearly, for why else would MatsuJun be so easily delivered to him?

The day past and the next day came, just as surely as the last one ended. At noon, MatsuJun came knocking at Sho’s door. The tape was in his hand.

“It’s unlocked!” Came a familiar, but not altogether expected voice. MatsuJun he recognized it, but at best, it sounded like Sho on a sick day.

He let himself in. “Hello?” He called.

“In the kitchen!” Came the reply. Definitely not Sho. MatsuJun tread lightly into the kitchen and sure enough, it wasn’t Sho at all, but…Ohno?

Ohno that is, seated at the table, sans apparent clothing.

“What…?” MatsuJun was dumbfounded and clutched the tape a little harder. “What are you doing here?” He noticed there were two bowls on the table, one of strawberries and the other of whipped cream.

“Waiting for you.” Ohno smiled coyly. “Look. I made us something to eat.” He picked up a strawberry and dipped it into the cream. He lifted it to his much, kissing its tip and slowly biting into the red flesh of the fruit. A small sound came rolling out of the bottom of Ohno’s throat, a small closed-mouth sigh of satisfaction. “Delicious.”

MatsuJun stopped himself from gaping and realized he should probably sit down. His eyes never left Ohno, but he had to wonder what he was playing at. It was rather forward of Ohno to be doing such things. But then again, were it anyone else, MatsuJun would be more suspicious.

“Would you like one?” Ohno asked, smiling and picking another strawberry from the bowl.

“Sure.” MatsuJun leaned in a little.

Ohno dipped the strawberry and slowly guided it to MatsuJun’s mouth, their eyes locked. Juice rolled down his chin and Ohno’s hand. The strawberry eaten, Ohno giggled as he licked the sweet juice on his fingers. He swirled one in the bowl of cream, gathering a dollop of the stuff on the end of his finger. Ohno slid the finger over his lips and past his gums, gradually sucking the white puff off and licking the remnants away.

“Did it taste good?” MatsuJun asked, grinning a little.

“Wonderful.” Ohno replied.

“So where’s Sho?”

“Are you really asking about him, Jun?” Ohno gently chided him as he stood, now unabashed and obvious in his nudity. And indeed, in front of now exposed southern areas, talk of Sho seemed…out of place.

“I suppose not.” MatsuJun. “But…why are you doing all this?”

“To thank you.” Ohno spoke his words in a breathy tone as he climbed into MatsuJun’s lap, straddling him and dangling his arms over his shoulders.

“Thank me for what?” MatsuJun asked, letting his hands rest on Ohno’s hips.

“The video.” Ohno smiled. “Nino may have had his issues with it, but I’m glad it turned out that way. I was planning to slip up just to get it to happen.”

“Oh really…?” MatsuJun cocked an eyebrow as he leaned in to kiss along Ohno’s jaw. “Do go on.”

“I’ve always wanted someone to watch.” Ohno’s breath was hitching in the most delicious ways. “And that you gave us direction only made it better.” Ohno’s fingers worked deftly to undo the buttons of MatsuJun’s shirt. “This could serve as better thanks than words.”

Through many fumblings of hands and mouths fastening onto sensitive skin, the pair ended up, of all places, on Sho’s bed. They were moving in a slow-burning grind, sounds of pleasure reverberating from between their teeth.

“Wait…” Ohno gasped out. He reached off the bed and opened the drawer of a nightstand. When he righted himself on MatsuJun, he sat up, towering over the prone form, dangling two pairs of handcuffs from his hand. “Want to make things interesting?”

“Strap me in.”

Two clicks of metal on metal later and MatsuJun was bound to bed, arms at spread eagle, grinning wickedly at Ohno. The other man stared down at him, drumming his fingers on MatsuJun’s collarbone.

Then two very strange things happened very suddenly.

The double-door closet behind Ohno burst open and in an instant, the smirking face of Nino was perched on his lover’s shoulder.

“Hello, MatsuJun!” He greeted him jovially. “Not a bad show so far. Isn’t Oh-chan a great actor?”

MatsuJun, the poor victim he now was, simply gaped in utter incredulity.

“C’mon then, Jun.” Ohno quirked his mouth. “I was almost too tawdry to be true.”

“That he was, that we was.” Nino was still smirking, the bastard. “But it got the job done. We don’t appreciate you setting up a showing of our tape with Sho.”

“Not to mention making it in the first place.” Ohno added.

“But you signed the contact!” MatsuJun exclaimed. “You agreed to the stipulations!”

“Aw, but that doesn’t make revenge any less sweet.” Nino was taking his shirt off and shucking his pants. “And anyway, turnabout is fair play.”

MatsuJun looked up at Ohno with silent pleas, but far from being a savior, he was so much more a captor as Ohno reached in between them and fondled MatsuJun’s hard and aching cock, palming it with slow, rough presses.

Nino re-emerged, kissing Ohno’s shoulders and neck, his hands spreading their fingers against soft skin, pulling his lover's flush against himself as he rolled his hips, crushing his crotch against Ohno’s ass. With every jerk and movement of Nino, they forced Ohno’s into bucks and digs of his hips against MatsuJun’s, their cocks rubbing against one another in powerful, but fleeting contact.

MatsuJun rattled his shackles, arching up for more contact, keening desperately at its scarcity. Ohno’s face remained focused on MatsuJun at all times, lips parting, mouth gasping, eyes lidded and heavy with lust, exhales of breath accented with throaty growls of voice.

“Tell him.” Nino mouthed against Ohno’s ear. “Tell him what you’re feeling…” He grabbed a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

“His cock…” Ohno gasped. “It’s pressed against me, Jun…it feels so hot…” He bowed his head a little, eyes still on MatsuJun. “Now…ohgod now he’s slipping a finger inside me, and hell…he’s so close to it…”

Nino curled his fingers and butterflied them, stretching Ohno with lube-slicked fingers. Ohno moaned loudly and pushed back against Nino’s hand, dragging himself against MatsuJun.

“Now he’s entering me…” Ohno trailed off into a groan, hanging his head so close to MatsuJun’s face. “He’s going so fast…” Ohno cried out when Nino had sunk himself deeply inside, wasting no time in thrusting hard, his hips plastered against Ohno, skin to skin.

When he brushed that spot, that very spot that Nino relished hitting over and over, he groaned raggedly in his lover’s ear, grinning as he heard Ohno howl and buck forcefully back against him. Nino pressed down further, forcing Ohno into a full-bodied grind. MatsuJun struggled against his shackles, trying to get as much friction, as much contact as possible, stretching up to kiss Ohno.

The other man avoided his lips, giggling breathlessly throughout the pounding, grinning as they led poor MatsuJun on a merry chase.

“It feel so good, Jun…” Ohno gasped out, staring right into MatsuJun’s eyes. “He’s so Christ so hard….”

Their three voices became one swirling mass of hoarse voices and pleading moans, desperate and needful. Nino was the first to come, pinioning Ohno with exceeding force. At the feeling of Nino releasing inside him, Ohno was shoved over the edge, plummeting headlong down into the crevice, spilling himself on MatsuJun's chest.

They slowed, lifting off MatsuJun with languid smiles, laying beside him, sharing the gentle warmth of their shared afterglow.

“Guys…?” MatsuJun asked. “Uh…?”

“Mm.” Nino grinned, purring. “That’s right, you’re still here.”

He got off the bed, walked around to the other side and opened the second nightstand. Ohno left the room to retrieve his clothes and get dressed. Nino however, was holding something in his hand.

“Noticed that you didn’t exactly come, Jun-kun.” Nino held the object behind his back. “And the clock…” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “tells me Sho will be back in a half hour.”

Nino produced the item. It was long, firm and quite an interesting shade of plum. He smirked at MatsuJun as he rubbed lube up and down the shaft of the vibrator. After smearing some along MatsuJun’s entrance, a switched was flipped and Nino pushed it in side, the whole quivering mass just but an inch and a breath away from that explosive nerve.

Nino cleaned himself off with tissues and got dressed.

“Have fun!” He waved a cheery salute to the man on the bed and walked out the door.

Thirty-two minutes passed and it was two minutes far too long for poor MatsuJun when Sho walked into the bedroom, dropping his bag on the floor and looking with all manners of confusion, shock and amusement on his face.

“Please…” MatsuJun whimpered. “Please…”

Fine Print

Fri, 30 Mar 2007 05:41:15 GMT

What: Arashi Fic
Who: Nino, Ohno and a peripheral MatsuJun
Why: A plot bunny planted by alphie_damiek
Rated NC-17
Notes: So. Yeah. Basically alphie_damiek mentioned that Ohno and Nino should make porn. That off-hand comment brought this to mind. And if the formatting seems weird, I'm sorry, but it's just not cooperating with me.
Beta: honooko

Fine Print

By Chrisastopholis

“You have got to be kidding me.” Nino blurted out, an incredulous frown on his face.

Ohno opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it. What was there to say to that? His brow furrowed, he leaned forward in his seat a little.

The two of them were in their lawyer’s office and neither of them were happy about what they were hearing.

Oh what a dark path leads us to such strange and unusual situations.

It had been a seemingly innocuous bet. MatsuJun had been teasing them, the way they baited and teased their fans with questionable, scintillating homosexual behavior. So this was the deal. MatsuJun bet that neither of them could go one interview without mentioning each other. If they succeeded, MatsuJun would do the next concert nude. Entirely nude. If they failed, well…

“You’ll both have to star in one pornographic film.” Their lawyer told them without a trace of humor in his voice. “At least a half hour.”

It had been Nino that cracked. The reporter hadn’t even gotten around to Ohno yet and Nino cracked.

The question had been, “If you had to pick one person to share a picnic with, who would it be?”

“Oh-chan!” The name, the answer, the very thing he wasn’t supposed to say had come leaping out of his mouth. Ohno buried his face in his hands and MatsuJun grinned broadly.

They had been so confident they could do it. If asked a question about the other, they had planned to just tap-dance around it. Ohno had secretly planned to just say Sho when he meant Nino. They had even signed the contract that MatsuJun had produced. It was just for fun, right? It was just a bet.

Well…

“This contract is legally binding.” Their lawyer looked up from the packet in his hands.

And here we are at the beginning again.

“I thought he was just joking around…” Ohno began wringing his hands.

“Well, he wasn't.” The lawyer replied. What was his name? Satsu? “And please tell me you read it through.”

“Of course we did.” Ohno replied, biting his lip.

“Fine print included?”

The world stopped. Nino and Ohno’s heads snapped up, attention rapt.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Satsu sighed and adjusted his glasses. “I quote from the final clause at the bottom of the contract, ‘Should the party, comprised of Kazunari Ninomiya and Satoshi Ohno fail to meet the requirements of the bet, the aforementioned film they have agreed to make will be directed by one Jun Matsumoto and no one else.’”

Ohno and Nino, those poor unfortunate boys, finding themselves more hapless than they had imagined, gaped, wide-eyed and shocked.

“No…” Nino hung his head. “We have to do it for him?”

“I’m afraid so.” Satsu replied.

“What if we refuse?” Nino looked up once more with defiant eyes.

“Then he can sue you.” Satsu frowned at them over his desk. “And have a judge compel you to do it.”

“And then it would become public.” Ohno rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t even want to imagine how the fans would react.”

“Exactly.” Satsu folded his hands.

They had no choice. What could anyone do in that situation? The shoot was set to take place a week later.

It wasn’t exactly a full-scale affair. The set was MatsuJun’s penthouse. He had cleared out a whole area of the apartment, leaving a single red stool. There was back-lighting, a digital camera, even a sound-system set up that was already playing sleazy, cheap jazz when Nino and Ohno arrived.

“This is a little much.” Ohno frowned. “I mean, the music is so tacky…”

“Isn’t it?” MatsuJun, beamed. He was dressed in a long-sleeved floral pattern shirt and had a ridiculous beret on his head. There was a director’s horn in his hand. “It’s really perfect for the situation, ne? Put you in the mood?”

“You look really stupid.” Nino glared at him. “You couldn’t look gayer if you tried.”

“SILENCE!” MatsuJun bellowed into his director’s horn. “You have no place calling me gay. You’re about to become a man-on-man pornstar.”

“Whatever.” Nino grumbled, crossing his arms.

“You’ll change your tune when you get into costume.” MatsuJun lifted his chin proudly.

“Costume?” Ohno asked warily.

Indeed. Matsujun led them to an adjacent room, by all appearances having been used for storage. There were two outfits laid out on two folding chairs. They were black and they were leather.

“Bastard.” Nino growled.

“Better get dressed, Nino-kun.” MatsuJun smirked and closed the door behind them.

When they emerged, Ohno was blushing and Nino’s face had taken on a permanent glower. Ohno’s get-up was simple: chaps bearing his most private regions and a pair of fingerless leather gloves. He was covering his crotch with spread fingers, hunching over a little.

Nino however was dressed in something a little more…embarrassing. Ohno’s costume lent an air of power and command, an aura he innately refuted with his burning cheeks and meek modesty.

His lover, his co-star, wore nothing but an exceedingly short pleated tartan skirt and a studded collar around his neck with a leash attached that was hanging against his chest.

“I knew it would be perfect!” MatsuJun beamed.

“I hate you.” Nino snarled.

“Sure you do.” MatsuJun laughed. “Get on the stool.”

Nino obeyed, grudgingly. He sat on the stool and glared into the lens of the camera that MatsuJun was settling behind. He had unfolded a director’s chair and draped upon it like a cat. He adjusted the camera to put Nino in the frame and in clear, sharp focus.

He held out a silken black cloth in one hand, not taking his eye from the camera.

“It’s a blindfold, Ohno.” MatsuJun said. “Take it and tie it around Nino’s eyes.”

Ohno took the blindfold and walked awkwardly over behind Nino.

“And…action!” The red light came on.

Ohno pulled the cloth in a straight line before Nino’s eyes, pulling it back to tie it in a bow on the back of his lover’s head. Then he paused and glanced at the camera.

“Don’t look at the camera!” MatsuJun ordered. “Just touch him, Ohno. Touch him however you want.”

And he did. He ran his hands along Nino’s shoulders and down his arms, smiling a little as he leaned back against him just a little bit. Ohno glanced at the camera again. It felt very strange, more exposing, far less intimate doing this at someone else’s direction, the whole thing being recorded. And that ridiculous porno jazz was still playing.

Ohno’s hands slid down Nino’s sides, taking hold of his waist as he pressed a kiss to his neck. It was gentle as he rested his hands on Nino’s hips. He felt Nino’s legs jerk a little and almost spread, but they stiffened instead. He was stopping himself.

“Don’t hold back so much, Nino. Act naturally.”

“Well it’s hard when you’re here.”

“That’s why you’re wearing the blindfold. And don’t think I don’t see you holding back either, Ohno. Both of you better step it up.”

Ohno curled his fingers over the inside of Nino’s thighs and this time, Nino spread his legs. Resting his head on Nino’s shoulder, pressing harder open-mouthed kisses, eventually adding teeth, he played his fingers in gentle caress under the folds of Nino’s skirt.

Nino shifted, moaning quietly, grasping Ohno’s wrist, shoving his hand under the skirt and guiding it to his now rigid cock. He pushed down on Ohno’s hand, encouraging him to grind his palm in between his legs. Ohno obliged him, kneading Nino’s cock with the heel of his palm.

Tugging on the leash and guiding Nino’s head, Ohno kissed him as he worked his hand up and down his lover’s arousal, tightening his grip at the top of each stroke.

“Don’t be afraid to add tongue.”

A muffled sound that resembled “shut up” burbled from them, but which mouth mumbled the words, MatsuJun didn’t know.

They kissed harder, tongues slipping against one another, Ohno sucking on Nino’s tongue. Ohno ground himself against Nino’s ass and Nino arched his entire body against him.

“Fuck him.”

They continued their lip-locked writhing, Ohno pulling Nino tighter and tighter against him.

“Fuck him.”

They noticed no direction, heard no orders. They were desperately clinging at one another, kissing hungrily, hands stroking and caressing with greater and greater speed.

“Fuck. Him.”

Nino broke their kiss, panting and breathless. He nodded weakly at Ohno, eyes lidded and lips apart. Nino stood, awkwardly, behind the stool and Ohno bent him over. He slowly pulled the skirt up, running his hands along the pale, firm skin of Nino’s ass. Ohno traced the cleft with one finger, gently pushing it against Nino’s entry, beginning to slide it in. Nino squirmed and exhaled heavily. A second finger was added and they stretched and crossed, slipping in and out.

“Here.” A small bottle of lube was tossed to Ohno.

He slicked his cock and then, with fingers slippery with lube, pressed once more inside Nino, eliciting grunts and jerks of Nino’s hips. With one hand pressing on the small of Nino’s back, Ohno guided the head of his cock up to Nino’s entrance.

“Are you ready?”

“Put it in already!”

“Do it…please, Ohno…”

He pushed the head in, slipping himself inside inch after maddening inch, stopping every so often to let Nino get used to it. When he had filled him, his groin firmly pressed to Nino’s hips, Ohno shifted slightly. Nino bucked back against him, urging him into movement. Ohno rolled against him, grinding in circular thrusts, his hands grasping Nino’s hips, pulling him back into it.

A slight adjustment in angle and Nino nearly howled, his moans joining with Ohno’s ragged groans. They were a chorus of broken voices and roughed vocal chords. They were a rush of whispers, gasps and hitching breaths. Each movement, each moan was punctuated by the wet smack of sin and skin. Ohno reached down to pump at Nino’s cock, roughly and erratically. The force, that clenching, pitting force was gathering in their stomachs like a fist.

“Come, Nino.”

“Ahhh…god…”

“Nino, come.”

“I…ohhh ahhhhhg…”

“Nino. Come.”

And he did. Nino’s orgasm was a sunburst in his entire body, radiating in waves through his limbs, flashing phosphorous white in his eyes as he cried out, arching powerfully against his lover. He clenched hard around Ohno who gasped, bucked and thrust in with great depth and finality, groaning brokenly as he came.

He collapsed, falling upon Nino’s back, sagging into his damp body.

“Well then.” MatsuJun smiled, sitting up in his chair. “Don’t you wish you lost bets more often?”

Profit

Sun, 04 Mar 2007 13:02:31 GMT

What: PoT fic!
Who: Atobe and Yuushi. Hee!
Why: It was Mandii's valentine coupon request. She wanted some businessmen getting it on.
Rated NC-17
Notes: I think this is the first time I've used profanity in my fics. Wheeeee!

Profit

By Chrisastopholis

He sat at his desk in an office with a gorgeous view. The wall behind him was nothing more than a series of windows, allowing him to see the skyline. Keigo was the CEO of Atobe Industries, a company that had just made a record killing with their runaway hit of a product: Zoonoodle. It was a daffy computer game based, in large part, on Keigo’s favorite books. And people loved it.

Keigo’s face was all over business magazines both in Japan and overseas. The company’s popularity, as well as its profit, was skyrocketing. He was the rising star of the business world.

Which is why it didn’t surprise him when he got a very interesting intercom call from his secretary.

“The Nakamura Corporation would like to send over an executive representative to meet with you, sir.”

Of course they did. Probably to collaborate on some deal or marketing campaign. They probably just wanted to ride on his shirt-tails, leech of his success. They were a large and long-standing company, yes, but they weren’t young and fresh and popular. Fossils of Japanese business.

But he agreed. If not to upstage some gray-haired has-been, then maybe he could profit from it. He would see.

“The Nakamura representative is here to see you, sir.” The intercom on his desk informed him the following day.

“Send him in.” Keigo grinned lazily, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

The door opened, the man walked in and the door closed. Keigo nearly gasped. Standing before him was Yuushi, dressed in a fitting, very fitting, charcoal suit and a red tie. He smirked as he ambled in, sitting down before Keigo’s desk and relaxing into in a nonchalant slump.

“Yuushi.”

“Atobe.”

“You’re the Nakamura rep?” Keigo asked, looking just mildly amused.

“Executive rep.” Yuushi corrected him, still smirking. “And you’re the CEO of the company we’re going to buy.”

“What?!” Keigo sat up, incredulity wearing his face quite nicely.

“You heard me.”

“Fuck you.” Keigo laughed. “The way things are going, we’ll be buying you.”

“Give it up.” Yuushi snorted. “You’re big now, but what about a year from now? Or two?”

“Oh, well in one year, I’ll be sitting in the head office of the former Nakamura headquarters.” Keigo answered casually. “And in two, I’ll be fucking you over your desk.”

“Fucking me?” It was Yuushi’s turn to laugh. “Please. In six months, you’ll be sucking my cock just to stay afloat.”

“Mm.” Keigo stood and walked around to the other side of his desk, standing before Yuushi. “I can just see it now; you might protest at first, but I think after a good pounding, you’ll like being my executive fucktoy.”

“Hmph.” Yuushi stood and found himself rather quite close to Keigo’s face. “Can’t you hear it, Atobe? Slurping away at my dick, begging me to bend you over and fuck you blind?” He spoke these last words as he pressed himself against Keigo, feeling their hard cocks touching through stiff fabric.

It was really that comment that did it all in. In a rush, Keigo’s teeth were at Yuushi’s throat, biting, scraping, pulling at skin, his hands clamping down hard on Yuushi’s hips, yanking him forward, grinding against him. Yuushi wasn’t completely surprised. He leaned into it, pinning Keigo against the desk, planting his arms on either side of him, forcing the other man into a leaning sitting position and forcing himself between his legs.

Yuushi began to push Keigo down, trying to get him to lie back, but the bastard wouldn’t pry his mouth away and the utterly delicious chaos being wreaked on his nerves was getting to be more than a little distracting. So he lowered himself onto to Keigo, forcing him down, pushing the date book that sat the center of the desk off and onto the floor. At last, Keigo’s mouth popped free.

He squirmed under Yuushi as the man descended, trailing his tongue along Keigo’s collarbone, sucking hard at the juncture of the jaw, eliciting little sounds that came from deep in Keigo’s throat. Their hips moved together and against one another, bucking and sliding against each other. Yuushi had Keigo’s pinioned and he grinned as he slowly grasped one of the CEO’s hands. And then another. He moved them around to sit above Keigo’s head crossing them at the wrist and holding them together in one strong hand’s grasp.

“What…?” Keigo asked, dazed.

In answer, Yuushi bit down at the bottom of Keigo’s neck, letting his other shoot between them and start fumbling with belt buckles.

“Nnnhh!” Keigo writhed with renewed vigor. “Not going to win…ahhh!”

But he was lost now. And so was his belt, having been flung to some other corner of the office. His pants slipped down and his boxer briefs with them, loose bindings that sagged around his calves. Yuushi had stepped so that he was past it, standing between Keigo’s legs and undoing his own trousers.

Yuushi lifted Keigo’s legs and without ceremony or warning, began pushing in. The head of his cock pierced with a sharp cry from Keigo, quickly muffled by his own hand as not to draw the attention of his secretary. With brutal speed, Yuushi slammed himself deep inside Keigo, curling his body over him, forcing Keigo’s legs airborne, pounding into him like a jackhammer without any progression or gentle start. He swallowed Keigo’s screams with an enveloping kiss, keeping the man down as he fucked him, rough and merciless.

“I’ll let you stay on when we take over!” Keigo managed in a strangled voice, punctuated by his stifled groans.

But Yuushi was relentless.

“I’ll make you President of Development!”

And still it went on.

“Vice President?”

There was no stop in sight.

And then Keigo’s mouth was at Yuushi’s ear, “If you stop fucking me, I’ll hand the company over.”

Yuushi stopped mid-thrust. The both of them, panting hard and irregular, stared at each other. “You will?”

“Yes.”

“Okay then.” Yuushi grinned as he dismounted, putting out a hand to help Keigo up.

Keigo took it and when he was standing, he put his hands on his hips.

“So.” Yuushi was still grinning as he folded his hands. “I have the papers right here.”

“Not quite yet.” Keigo inspected his nails.

“What?” Yuushi’s eyes narrowed. “But you said…”

“I know what I said and I’m naming a condition.” Keigo looked into Yuushi’s face and slowly began to smile. “You’re going to do what I say until I come.”

“But!”

“Against the windows.” Keigo ordered. “Now!”

A moment passed with the two of them staring one another down. Then Yuushi heaved a sigh and padded over to the windows, standing there with an expectant gaze.

Keigo marched over turned Yuushi around, pressing him and his nudity flush against the window. He rubbed his achingly hard cock along the rift of Yuushi’s ass, pressing against it, toying with the other man until he was jerking back against him, just slightly.

With one hand wrapped around his cock and the other pressing between Yuushi’s shoulders, Keigo slid in, making it past that clenching ring of muscle, not pausing as he penetrated Yuushi at a snail’s crawl. When he was finally hilt-deep inside, Yuushi was breathing hard once more and so Keigo began to pull out. And once he was out, he came slamming back in. He did this over and over, crushing Yuushi into the glass, that man’s cock slipping against its surface. Keigo picked up speed and he could soon hear the wet smack of their contact. He grabbed a fistful of Yuushi’s hair, pulling his head back so that his body arched. Yuushi was doing a magnificent job of keeping himself quiet aside from low grunts and growls.

It seemed like hours that Keigo whaled away on the other businessman and when he felt that power, that sizzling, heavy power curl into a fist, he plunged himself inside in one last thrust, spilling himself inside Yuushi. Yuushi felt the warm gush spread inside him and that final stab having driven him over the edge, he climaxed, a running dollop of white left on the glass.

“So, like I said, I have the papers.” Yuushi said once they had wiped themselves up.

“Forget them.” Keigo said, picking up his pants.

“What?!”

“Forget them.” Keigo fastened his belt. “I won’t be selling the company.”

“But you said…”

“I lied.” Keigo smirked a smug smirk. “You were a good fuck, though. Kudos.”

“Oh Atobe!” Yuushi cried out, his voice the very height of sexual ecstasy. “Oh god, harder!”

“What are you doing?” Keigo lunged forward, clamping his hand over Yuushi’s mouth.

But it was too late.

“Mr. Atobe?”

Keigo’s head whipped around to see his secretary standing at the door, looking equal measures horrified and confused.

“Oh!” Yuushi exclaimed in mock surprise. “We’ve been caught.”

Ambush

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 06:33:20 GMT

What: Arashi fic
Who: Ohno and Nino
Why: It was honooko's valentine coupon cash-in.
Rated R/NC-17
Notes: There was extra points for getting Ohno to be the one to jump Nino.

Ambush

By Chrisastopholis

Some might call it unfair. Some may call it cruel. But Nino, well he would just call it fair game. It had started with lollipops.

Ohno had seen a bag of lollipops on sale in the store and decided he had to buy them. He opened the bag on the way home, sucking determinedly on a root beer flavored pop. Ohno strolled through the door of the apartment, Nino was completely absorbed in Final Fantasy XII and didn’t look up.

“Hey, Oh-chan!” Nino greeted him, his eyes still glued to the battle onscreen. “I just got this and you should see the hero.”

“Mm…oh?” Ohno stood behind the sofa and looked over Nino’s head at the game. “Why’s that?”

“He’s the first gay hero!” Nino grinned. “More femme than Kaba.chan.”

Then a slurp escaped Ohno’s mouth as he sucked especially hard on the last of his lollipop. Nino’s eyes shot up immediately.

“A lollipop?”
“Mmhmm.” Ohno smiled.

Suddenly, a great mental conflict broke out in Nino’s head. On the one hand, there was something deeply sexy about seeing Ohno’s lips and tongue in such steady action, to say nothing of the sounds it made. Nino had half a mind to pull him into a kiss and tug his clothes off. On the other hand, Ohno was just eating candy. It was an innocent act and nothing more. Or was it?

Could it be? Was Ohno tempting him? Was Ohno teasing him? No, no it couldn’t be. He’d been known to pull the occasional prank, but not like this. Right?

“Anyway,” Ohno leaned down to kiss the tip of Nino’s nose, “I’m going to go read.”

Then Nino saw the bag. Dear lord. A whole bag of lollipops. A whole sack of sexual bait. He returned his eyes to game, but kept a corner of his gaze on his lover. Ohno was sitting on the windowsill, his back against one side and his feet against the other. His book was cradled in his lap and there was another, new damned lollipop in this mouth. A small, purring yummy sound escaped Ohno’s lips.

He had to be toying with Nino. He had to be. And this meant war.

The next evening, Nino offered to cook. He served a dinner of oysters with a salad of lettuce, sweet basil, almond and arugula. And for desert, he prepared a plate of figs and pineapple. All were very potent aphrodisiacs.

“What’s the occasion?” Ohno asked as he was led to the table.

“Ah, nothing.” Nino kissed his cheek. “I just wanted to make you a nice dinner.”

“Oh, oysters!” Ohno exclaimed as he saw all that was spread on the table. “They look delicious!”

Nino grinned privately as Ohno dug in, eating more bread than oyster and picking at his salad. He had filled up on sushi and dumplings beforehand and waved off Ohno’s questions about his apparently small appetite with the explanation that he just wasn’t feeling hungry. Which wasn’t a lie.

What was a lie, however, was when he answered, “I’m not feeling too well right now…” when Ohno rolled over in bed, his erection very prominent against his back. Nino had to clench his jaw to hold back from gasping aloud, turning around and just doing the damn deed. He was so painfully close. Ohno was ready, he was ready. But no. No, it would be worth the wait.

Ohno sounded confused when he murmured his condolences and didn’t bother him for the rest of the night. Poor thing. But it was going to be okay. This little cold war would have to end eventually, right?

It would end sooner than he thought.

It was the afternoon and Ohno was taking a cold shower. He wouldn’t dream of bothering Nino into sex, but there was something ridiculous about this. After dinner the night before, Ohno had felt so immeasurably hot for Nino. And Nino felt ill, so sex was out of the question. No wonder really; Nino hardly ate.

Ohno stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel, drying himself off and shivering slightly in the cooling air. When he turned around to face the sink on the other side, saw something that wasn’t there before.

Nino was there. Leaning against the sink counter. Naked. And visibly aroused.

“Hello Ohno.” Nino purred with heavy eyes.

“I…”

“I just wanted to check the shampoo.” Nino smiled and began to walk towards Ohno. “To see if we need any new bottles.”

Nino sauntered past Ohno, swishing his hips just slightly and Ohno’s eyes were plastered onto him, following him as he went, his mouth gaping open when Nino leaned over to pick one bottle up.

“It looks like we’re still alright.” Nino straightened up and walked back past Ohno. But he hadn’t even made it close to the door.

Ohno, the spirit of brazen desperation forced into him at a sheer breaking point, put his hands on Nino, pushing him against the wall, kissing him urgently, hard and passionate. His palms were on Nino’s sides, sliding down to his hips, holding him firm as he rocked against him.

“Oh-chan…” Nino moaned quietly as Ohno mouthed along his jaw. He wrapped his arms tightly around his lover’s neck, bucking back against him. “Harder…”

Ohno sucked on Nino’s neck in a powerful open-mouthed kiss, rolling his hips hard into Nino, pulling him close against his pressing body. Nino’s hands were in Ohno’s hair, tangling his fingers in it and pulling his head up to kiss him heatedly. Their tongues slipped against one another as their cocks slid together.

“Harder…”

Their bodies were fitted against one another, melding together as a writhing, groaning, singular being, teeth and nails scraping, tongues tumbling, eyes rolling and closing. Everything was a dizzy rush, a fiery grind going faster and faster until a peak, a burst of fireworks from their pent up need, fuming, sweltering heat that had build inside of them.

Stickiness now splattered between them, Ohno trailed soft kisses along Nino’s cheek to his ear, down his neck and along his shoulders.

“You just had to buy those lollipops.” Nino chuckled, leaning into his lover’s mouth.

“What are you talking about?” Ohno didn’t miss a beat as he moved his mouth along his boyfriend’s skin.

“…Nevermind.”

The Milky Way

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 00:35:23 GMT

What: Arashi fic. But really just Viva!Ohmiya.
Who: Ohno and Nino. {With Viva appearances from Alcuin and Souta}
Why: It was Chiyo's valentines coupon request. She wanted some Ohno/Nino and the prompt was "Orange."
Rated PG-13
Note: Lots of cute, allusion to sex and then more cute.

The Milky Way

By Chrisastopholis

Long has been the time that Ohno and Nino has spent together. And many are the fond memories. During times both good and bad, it brings a smile to each of them to remember.

* * *

Nino had awoken sick, his nose felt like it had been plugged with cement and his head felt full of sodden cotton. Not to mention his throat, feeling as if there was a tangle of barbed wire in it. He groaned and turned over to hide away in Ohno’s arms, where surely, vile disease couldn’t reach him. And yet, Ohno wasn’t there.

“Ohno?” Nino did his best to call out, but his voice came out sounding like a gravel-mixer.

“Coming!” Came a far cheerier-sounding boyfriend from beyond the bedroom door.

That very door opened and in walked Ohno, dressed in, of all things, an apron over his pajamas. He was carrying a tray with a glass of orange juice, a bowl of hot applesauce, two antihistamines and a singular daisy that stood in a small white fluted vase.

“Nurse Satoshi at your service.” Ohno chirped as he set the tray down on the nightstand and leaned over to kiss Nino’s forehead. “You’re not allowed out of bed and you have to suffer my spoiling you with vitamin-C and comfort food.”

Nino sighed happily and smiled lazily at Ohno. “I think I can deal with that.”

* * *

It’s the fall and the sky is gray in central park. The trees are brown and skeletal, looking rather like spindly hands. But what’s garnered more attention than either of those are The Gates, the artistic installment by Christo and Jean-Claude; square arches of orange with like-colored drapes that swayed in the wind.

And two young men, dressed in their winter coats and scarves walked down the path under the brightly-colored pieces, arm in arm. Nino had donned ear muffs and Ohno had brought a picnic basket with him. Inside was a thermos of hot cider and two slices of ginger cake.

After their stroll had taken them to the end of the exhibit, they found a free bench and sat down. Ohno opened the basket and poured them each a cup of cider while Nino lifted out the pieces of cake. With Ohno’s hands occupied, he found himself staring at the end of a fork with a morsel of ginger cake stabbed on the end of it. He ate it gratefully and grinned at Nino as he cuddled up against him, handing him his cup of cider.

* * *

Nino took his final bow and audience applauded. The cast of Dreambox was seeing greater and greater success with each successive night. Ohno was among the many that gave a standing ovation.

Afterwards, Nino was cleaning off his make-up in his dressing room, stripping off his costume and pulling on his jeans. He was just picking up his tee shirt when there was a knock on the door. Upon opening it, he saw his Ohno, smiling and holding out a bouquet of tiger lilies.

“You were wonderful!” Ohno exclaimed, proffering the flowers before him.

“Oh, I hope so.” Nino felt flushed with the excitement of that night. “I’m really happy you liked it.” They kissed and Nino took the flowers, setting them down on his dressing counter.

“Of course I did!” Ohno grinned and wrapped his arms around his fiancée from behind. “You were amazing. I loved it.”

Nino turned in his arms and they kissed once more, longer this time and the tiniest tease of tongue.

“You know…” Nino grinned against Ohno’s lips, “the theater will still be open for a while for the cleaning crew. And you have to admit, this dressing room is begging to be…christened.”

Ohno chuckled in agreement and swept Nino off his feet and onto the make-up counter, planting his hands on either side of his lover, kissing him in what would be a long series of kisses in what became a very satisfactory chapter of sexual escapades to be tallied among many.

* * *

Ohno and Souta conspired to surprise their lovers at work, getting together to make them a proper lunch of sushi and rice noodles. They grinned as they bagged them up, later walking into Esperer to see Alcuin and Nino engaged in yet another round of verbal jousts.

The pair turn to see their smiling men carrying suspicious brown bags.

“Ah!” Alcuin perked up at seeing them. “And to what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Come to needle us for free drinks?” Nino leaned on the counter.

“Neither!” Souta grinned. “We made you lunch.”

They each placed their bags on the counter and opened them.

“Crab and avocado sushi with noodles.” Ohno announced proudly. “We want our men to eat right even if they’re coffee-slaves.”

Each boyfriend kissed their love and thanks were exchanged for good food.

“There’s a surprise in there too.” Souta winked as he left with Ohno.

Of course, Nino and Alcuin emptied the bags in search of their surprise. They found in each bag, a single Clementine.

* * *

These are memories remembered and loved as Nino holds his ringed finger above he and Ohno, watching the sparkling galaxy of stars speckle the shadowed walls as the light of the sunset catches the band. Each fragment of light is a memory and together, they make the Milky Way.

Brave

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 00:29:36 GMT

What: Power Rangers.
Who: Adam Park
Why: Joanie's valentine coupon request. She wanted Adam to star.
Rated G.
Note: You have no idea how glad I am that I didn't have to write slash. Then I truly would've ruined my childhood.

Brave

By Chrisastopholis

Something must’ve had poor Adam Park in mind when the very day that he declared would he his day off was impeccably sunny and warm. He went down to the park with one of the books he had checked out from the library, found a comfortable patch of grass under a tree and laid down.

He opened the book and started to read. It was quite a fascinating book; a historical fiction about one of Buddha’s disciples. Adam was entranced with the sweeping descriptions of the many trails that Buddha underwent during meditation and the deer park he gave his first sermon in. Adam sighed and looked up at the leaves on the tree above him. Dappled sunlight trickled through and he could see a family walking their dog a ways off. Adam closed his eyes and felt a very deep and comforting sense of peace seep into his body, warmed by the gentle sun. A catnap was slowly settling over him when he felt something against his left foot.

One eye was opened to reveal that something small and tawny was snuffling at his shoe. Another eye opening and this thing had a pair of large, floppy ears. Adam sat up, supporting himself with his arms. It was a bunny.

A rather brave bunny, it seemed, as it snuffled at Adam’s shoe, its nose twitching. It wasn’t running away. In fact, upon Adam’s noticing of it, the bunny seemed to look back at him. He sat up a little more and bunny turned to face him. Adam slowly extended a hand and the little rabbit came closer, sniffing at his hand. He was surprised, but extended a finger to touch the soft fur on the bunny’s head. Then something odd happened.

The rabbit, evidently possessed by the spirit of adventure, hopped close to Adam’s chest and then hopped again to bring itself half on and half off his torso. Its long back legs scrambled mightily to hoist itself up. Adam, bemused, slid a palm under the poor little bunny and aided it onto his chest. Ever the crusader, the bunny made it’s way up to Adam’s face, it’s large, mirror-like eyes so very close. Its wiggling, whiskered nose pressed lightly against Adam’s.

And from then on, it was love.

Adam grinned and scooped the little bunny up that day, carrying it back to his apartment with his book. The rabbit was named Buster and among the perks of living with his new owner, he got to live in a big rabbit pen with plenty of cedar chips to rummage through and a large, cement tunnel to hide in. His favorite food was quickly revealed to be apple slices.

Every night, Adam would make himself a pot of tea and settle down on the couch with Buster snuggling in his lap as they watched Dr. Who together. Buster’s tan fur, so fluffy and soft, was stroked near-constantly as the Doctor traveled through the various reaches and facets of time and space.

On Buster’s birthday, approximated to the day that Adam found him, he was treated to a candied carrot and a new cushion to sleep on. The current one, much to Adam’s glee, was decorated with little red apples.

Adam would try to take Buster outside every day and most of the time, he was able. He reasoned that seeing as Buster was born in the wild, he didn’t want his little friend to feel homesick. One green cat leash later and they were in the park together, Adam walking along with a smile on his face as Buster hopped around here and there occasionally pawing at a bit of this and sniffing at a piece of that.

One day, a mother and her daughter were walking their new beagle puppy when Adam and Buster happened upon them. The beagle, as the little girl informed them in between adoring coos over Buster, was named Bangle. Bangle and Buster took to each other immediately, sniffing one another out, cocking their heads this way and that. It was a marvel that Buster didn’t run at the sight of what could’ve been a predator. Quite the opposite, while Adam and the girl’s mother talked, Buster and Bangle concluded their introductions and proceeded to stalk around together, each seemingly following the same invisible trail.

The two became friends. Bangle, the little girl and her mother became regular guests in Adam’s home. So often, that Adam bought a feed-bowl with a separator so that Buster could eat his carrots and apples on one side and Bangle could eat her kibble on the other. At the end of the day with one another, Adam would make hot coco for everyone while the two little pets would find an errant blanket or cushion to cuddle up on, Buster most commonly curled against Bangle’s body, curved to encircle the little rabbit.

And of course, everyone watched Dr. Who.

Bastard

Fri, 02 Mar 2007 00:23:38 GMT

What: Some PoT actor fic.
Who: Yuushi and Rui.
Why: Becca cashed in her valentines fic coupon. She wanted a hot spring and yukatas.
Rated R.
Note: I wrote this with very little sleep. Excuse me if there's obvious typos or dialog slip-ups.

Bastard

By Chrisastopholis

It was a gracious gift, to say the least. Rui was quite surprised, bit nonetheless delighted when he found a pamphlet laying on his pillow case. The title across the heading read, “Pear Blossom Hot Springs and Resort.” It was, as he suspected, from Yuushi, a gift for his birthday and a well-informed one after Rui had mentioned now and then that he’d love to visit some hot springs.

Yuushi had made reservations for a whole day of treatments, tea and a long soak and the pamphlet announced that they were a new establishment, granting highway robbery deals to celebrate their opening.

So when the day came, they left together, both in rather high spirits. Yuushi, though he had given the gift as opposed to receiving it, was soaking up the gushing, excited thanks that Rui heaped upon him. Indeed, one would guess that it was Yuushi himself who was being spoiled here, the way he preened and grinned at his own thoughtfulness.

When they arrived, they were greeted by attendants who led them to changing rooms where their clothes were stored away and they were draped in yukatas, Rui’s in blue and Yuushi’s in white. First, in a procession of luxuries that day, was a tea ceremony. Then there was massage of all kinds with oils of all types. They were each shown to different rooms and told that their masseurs would be with them shortly.

Rui shed his yukata once the attendant had left him, picked up a towel from the rack beside him and draped it over his more intimate areas as he lay down upon the massage on his stomach, his face fitting into the hole of the table. The room itself was a square area of white curtains and white walls, cleanly tranquil. A sink, cabinet and a few racks containing various lotions and oils lined the walls.

A rustle of curtain let Rui know that his masseur had arrived.

“Hello.” Rui greeted politely. And yet there was no response. “Hello…?” He tried again, confused at the quiet.

But then there was most certainly a body standing next to him and hands upon his shoulders, beginning to rub and knead, applying pressure in many right places. Perhaps the masseur was a mute, but he was certainly good at what he was doing. Rui let out a heavy breath and smiled. It felt divine.

The hands moved down his back, working out knots, stiffness and tightness as they went, Rui making small noises of approval and encouragement. He could feel relaxation spreading like a heavy, welcome shroud over his body. There was something familiar about those hands, though. Something familiar.

All the more familiar they were when those hands continued down and down, reaching and then passing the waist, sliding the towel down in one fluid motion. Those palms were cupping the very cheeks of his ass.

“…Yuushi?” Rui asked, half confused and half aroused. It was anonymously exciting, yet so knowingly intimate.

“Rui.” Came that purr, that voice. “I was wondering when you’d figure it out. I almost let on when you started making those...sounds.”

“How did you get in here?” Rui was amused.

“Mm, too many questions.” Yuushi squeezed gently and Rui could hear the grin in his voice.

Yuushi’s deft fingers traveled, teasing Rui along his cleft, running stern fingertips up and down it, dipping inside just barely and just enough to make his lover squirm and buck up slightly.

“Ah…what’re you…?”

“Hush and enjoy it.”

And he did. All the more so when Yuushi slipped a finger inside and then another, curling them in ways that made Rui shudder. He snaked his fingers into that place that, that spot, that would make spots dance before Rui’s eyes. A sharp, keening whimper told him he had found it and Yuushi was merciless in his stroking of it. Rui was biting his lip hard to keep from moaning aloud as he arched against it, wanting more and wanting it harder, hell, wanting Yuushi’s cock instead of his preparatory fingers.

“Sir?” Came a pleasant voice from outside the curtain. “Sir, are you ready to go on to the springs?”

Damn the attendants, damn Yuushi and damn his fingers. The bastard. He had the audacity to snicker as he withdrew himself, replacing the towel and slipping out. Rui stood up quickly, hurriedly putting his yukata back on, his face flushed, his cock, his body ready and expecting more.

“He’ll be out in a second.” He could hear Yuushi tell the attendant.

Bastard.

As they were led to the springs themselves, Rui glared at Yuushi. That was just playing dirty and Yuushi had the nerve to smirk back at him. The hot springs were surrounded by rings of tasteful rocks and steam rose in tendrils from the cloudy water. Yuushi had got them a private pool to soak alone. Rui stood before it, a wide smile on his face.

“Thank you, Yuushi.” He spoke softly as his lover wrapped his arms around him. Such a warm gesture. And then one of Yuushi’s hands were slipping into his yukata, running a smooth palm along Rui’s pelvis, making a sure path for his re-quickening cock.

“Ahh!” Rui was once against pinioned in between surprise and desire. “You just don’t stop, do you?” He smiled smugly at Yuushi and pulled away from him. If he was going to make moves like that, then surely he could stand to work a little harder for it.

Rui undid his yukata and shrugged it off, not casting even half a glance at Yuushi as he stepped down into the water, first shuddering at the sudden heat, but soldiering on until he was in up to his shoulders. He looked over at Yuushi and regarded him evenly.

“Won’t you be joining me?”

Yuushi slipped out of his yukata as well and stepped into the water, drifting to the wall and leaning against it, his arms propped back onto the rocks. They two of them let moments pass between them as they warmed themselves in the pool.

“So tell me,” Yuushi gazed at Rui with lidded eyes. “how long do you think you’re going to go before you let me fuck you?”

“Oh, I don’t know.” Rui sighed and innocently studied his nails. “I suppose that depends on how long you can hold out.”

“Hmph.” Yuushi smirked. “Me? Pfffft. I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

“I guess we will.”

There was a few short moments where there was no movement at all, but at some point, Rui started moving. Yuushi smiled an amused smile and closed his eyes. His folly. Rui settled himself right next to Yuushi and regarded his boyfriend’s relaxing form. It was time to strike.

Rui started by running his leg against Yuushi’s, glancing at his face to gauge his reaction. Nothing yet. So Rui scooted closer, brushing his leg a little firmer. Still nothing. Rui shifted as close as he could without backing up against Yuushi entirely. He felt his skin just barely touch his boyfriend’s dick, one that was semi-hard. And yet, still no reaction. Obviously, bigger steps would have to be taken.

Rui ran the back of his fingers and knuckles against Yuushi’s thigh and he was so sure he could see a slight and sudden shift in his face. Excellent. He continued, adding his nails to his caress and he could’ve sworn there was a twitch that jerked across Yuushi’s mouth. He let his hand seek out Yuushi’s prick, letting his fingers skim along its length, eliciting the barest of hisses. Pretense was becoming a chore.

In a bold move, Rui closed his hand around Yuushi’s stiffened cock, giving it a quick tug and grinned as at last, his lover made the sound of a stifled moan. Rui set a steady pace of pumps and he was contemplating his next move when suddenly, Yuushi sprang from his repose, pinning Rui against the wall, his hands on Rui’s thighs, hitching them up as Yuushi pressed against him.

With a surprised groan, Rui wrapped himself around his lover, arms clinging to his next, legs wrapped around Yuushi’s waist.

“Nicely played.” Yuushi grinned as pressed hot kisses along Rui’s jaw.

They two began to rock against each other, rolling their hips with one another, friction delicious amongst the glowingly warm water. Their skin was already hot, but it burned at each other’s touch. They kissed uneven, urgent kissing, clutching one another, pulling harder against one another; everything was tight and hard, rubbing and touching. It became a tsunami of sensations, the water moving around them, the slide of cock on cock, each of them moaning into each other’s mouths, against one another’s necks.

The very idea of fucking was woefully forgotten in this grinding tide and they came one right after the other, hard and breathing raggedly.

“I win.” Rui gloated into the crook of Yuushi’s neck.

“Nah, I haven’t pounded you yet.”

“Well then,” Rui smirked, “I guess we’ll have to make a second trip.”

If You Really Have To Ask

Fri, 02 Feb 2007 05:05:23 GMT

What: Good Omens fic
Who: Crowley & Aziraphale
Why: It was a gift for Mandii and it's one of my OTPs.
Rated NC-17

If You Really Have To Ask

By Chrisastopholis

It had been many and several years since Crowley and Aziraphale had discovered the wonders of one another’s bodies. It was not at one being’s insistence alone, but rather a mutual occurrence between the two of them, coming together, as it were. Though Crowley takes all rightful credit for the bulk of their experimentation and exploration of the sexual landscape, having invested time well-spent in convincing Aziraphale to try various and sundry positions, food, ties, handcuffs and the like.

However, the angel was perplexed at what he found hanging in the closet one evening. Crowley had gone out for a bit to do whatever demons do and Aziraphale had stepped into the closet to hang up some laundry.

There, hanging right before Aziraphale’s face was a light tan garb that he didn’t recognize. He reached forward and brought it down, turning it around and furrowing his brow. He a neckerchief tied under the collar, patches of numbers across the right breast and a smattering of smaller markers showing such things as swimming, forestry, map-making and cooking. An eagle patch was stitched onto each shoulder. A pair of olive green shorts hung with the shirt. It was a boy scout uniform, tacky by make and nature, but why on earth was it in their closet?

“Like what you see, angel?” Came a familiar smooth voice behind him.

“I don’t really know.” Aziraphale turned to face Crowley with a slight frown. “What is this?” Crowley laughed at this, shaking his head.

“If you really have to ask, then maybe I’ve been buggering some other angel all this time.” He turned and walked away from the closet, still chuckling. “What do you do then? Sneak out behind my back and come back before I realize it wasn’t you squirming and moaning all night?”

“What are you talking about?” The angel asked, seriously perplexed.

“It’s a costume, you sod.” Crowley grinned.

“A costume? A costume for wh…” It was then that it dawned on Aziraphale exactly what it was a costume for. “Oh. Oh.”

“Oh indeed.” The demon sniggered. “Need help putting it on then?”

Aziraphale hadn’t had his eyes on his lover when he rose from the bed, so when he attempted to say, “No, I think I can manage,” Crowley was already so close, leaning in to kiss him, his lips moving at such a slow, sensual pace, his hands moving up to run fingers through honey-blonde hair. They moved back as one, a mass among the clothing, Aziraphale’s hand holding the uniform pressed against the wall, his other pressed against Crowley’s back.

Then the demon's hands moved. They traveled down to Aziraphale’s shirt, undoing buttons without missing so much as a beat with his mouth as it found its way to the juncture of his lover’s jaw, sucking hard and eliciting a soft moan. The uniform dropped as the angel’s shirt came off, Crowley’s fingers instantly slithering to the snaps and zippers of Aziraphale’s trousers, letting them fall, urgently pulling down y-fronts. As Crowley closed his mouth over the base of Aziraphale’s neck, his hand fondled the angel’s cock with firm presses of his palm, drawing ever-louder groans.

A snap of fingers might’ve been heard if blood weren’t rushing like a rapid in his head, but Aziraphale suddenly felt cloth upon his body. Crowley stepped back, disentangling himself with a smirk and sauntering back to the bed. He had willed the uniform onto the angel’s body, leaving him flushed and heaving in the closet, wanting, expecting and even needing more, but finding himself not only without it, but in clothes once more. The shorts, already somewhat small, were now tighter at the tenting in his crotch. The black-haired bastard had done this.

“C’mon then, angel.” Crowley grinned lasciviously. “Don’t you want to come finish what we ssssstarted?”

Of course he did. Of course he did and he stepped out of the closet, not speaking as he slid up his lover on the bed, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him anew. As they began once again, Crowley slowly rolled himself on top, grinding against him teasingly, his hands running along Aziraphale’s arms. It was a moment or two too late as the angel realized his wrists were being bound.

“A…knot?” Aziraphale asked breathlessly.

"A well-tied knot even.” Crowley murmured. “Perfect for a boy sssssssssscout.”

He lowered himself onto Aziraphale, almost kissing him, just within range, his angel trying to make their lips touch. Crowley smiled as he nibbled along Aziraphale’s jaw, planting wet, sucking bites along his neck. The angel strained with a keening sound, trying to get as much touch as possible, forcing their rigid erections together, hearing Crowley laugh a little.

“I love it…” Crowley breathed against his lover’s skin, “when you want it sssssssssssso badly.”

With teeth and tongue, the demon undid the buttons of the shirt at such a painfully sluggish pace, parting the cloth as he went, retracing the line with kisses once the chest was bare. When he made it to those peaking shorts, he pressed his lips against them, mouthing Aziraphale’s shaft through them. The angel emitted a broken cry.

“Please…” Aziraphale begged. “More…please…” Punctuating his pleading, the angel miracled Crowley’s clothes off, not quite caring where they ended up.

“Pushy, pushy.” Crowley grinned.

He slid his hands through the belt loops, clutching the zipper with his teeth, dragging it down inch by agonizing inch, Aziraphale’s cock emerging, tall and aching. Crowley pulled the shorts down to the knees, nuzzling the firmness before him, licking long, languid strokes up and down, tasting the hot flesh. He kissed the head, hearing Aziraphale’s groan of approval. Crowley’s mouth opened and took the cock in, lips sliding down the shaft at a crawl until his nose was planted at the hilt. Slurping and sucking hard, he felt Aziraphale’s hips buck against him and clamped his hands around them, forcing them back down hard, much to grunting opposition.

After what seemed an eternity between Aziraphale’s legs, Crowley’s took his mouth of the angel’s cock with a slight popping sound, satisfied that it was slicked enough. Holding Aziraphale’s cock, Crowley lowered himself onto it, allowing just the head to pass through. His lover nearly screamed at the sensation, the feeling being granted finally and at last. Crowley pressed his hands down on Aziraphale’s chest and fucked himself with just the head, taking such pleasure in seeing the angel desperately squirming, his hands fighting against their constraints, wishing very much to grip Crowley’s hips and bring him down.

Deciding to finally reward poor Aziraphale, Crowley sat down further, letting every vein and ridge of the shaft up into himself. When his ass fitted against Aziraphale’s hips, he clenched hard around his angel’s cock and the angel moaned hoarsely at the hot, wet squeeze that enveloped his rod. Throwing his torturous pace to the wind, Crowley rocked hard, never letting Aziraphale fall out of him, grinding down with such force and speed that he felt his own hard cock rubbing against his lover’s chest.

Several eras of history seemed to have passed before Aziraphale barely whispered that he was about to come and in doing so, Crowley felt the warm spurt of the orgasm inside him, falling forward, his hands holding on to his angel’s head, devouring his mouth as he came hard all over Aziraphale’s chest.

“You just had to ask.” Crowley panted, smiling lopsidedly.

“Not that either of us are complaining.” Aziraphale answered, exhaling heavily.

A Pleasant Surprise

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 05:57:45 GMT

What: An Arashi fic
Who: Nino, Ohno & Jun.
Why: It was Kaille's birthday and this was her smut-gift.
Rated NC-17.

A Pleasant Surprise

By Chrisastopholis

            Ohno was going to be pleased. When Nino had noticed the clothing on the mannequin in the mall, he knew that obviously some higher power wanted him to wear them. Why else would they be right there as he walked by, put together so nicely, planting such thoughts in his head, setting in motion a little bit of a plan.
            So he bought them and brought them home, grinning to himself all the way. He adjusted his collar, running his hands down over the cloth. Ohno was going to be pleased indeed.
            He heard the front door open and close, steps falling on the floor and then a pause.

“Nino?” the voice rung out.

“In here!” he called back from the bedroom.

Footfall after footfall after footfall and the knob slowly turned and the door opened. And there Nino was, sitting at the end of the bed, khaki pants tight and flattering, his white shirt opened three buttons down, revealing just enough skin, a blazer emblazoned with a prep school crest slung on his shoulders, a red-patterned tie loosely hanging around his neck. He was leaning back just ever so slightly, his eyes dark, sultry and locked with Ohno’s.
And Ohno’s eyes were wide with surprise, his lips just a little bit open. They moved to form words, but stumbled in their attempt.

“Nino…”

“Hello Ohno.” He smiled. “Do you like it?”

“I…”

“Neh, Ohno, what’s the wait?” Came another, but not unfamiliar voice.

Over his lover’s shoulder, Nino saw the furrowing face of one MatsuJun. When he comprehended that his band-mate and friend was dressed like a debauched schoolboy, he quirked an eyebrow. Nino gasped.

“Put some effort into this one, mm?” Jun asked, apparently trying to lighten the situation.

“Er…” Nino quite eloquently spoke. “Just a spur of the moment idea…”

“You don’t mind?” Ohno asked, looking back over his shoulder at Jin.

“Not at all.” He answered.

And the two advanced, stepping into the bedroom together. Each taking a shoulder, Jun and Ohno eased Nino back onto the bed, settling down with him on either side. A hand, Ohno’s hand, cupped Nino’s cheek, turning his head to kiss him softly and sensually. Nino leaned into the kiss, purring as his eyes lidded. Two more hands were tugging at his tie, Jun’s hands. Hey now, Nino was supposed to be the one taking a little control and stirring the sexual pot. Not that he minded.
The tie slipped away and Ohno’s hands traveled down, undoing the buttons, his lips still kissing him, now with more passion. Nino’s, meanwhile, found themselves in the grip of Jun, fastened to the beams of the headboard by his tie.

“Got you…” Jun chuckled softly, running his hands along Nino’s skin and pulling the shirt away.

            He pressed a kiss to Nino’s side, teasing him with nibbling along his hip, his mouth so close and so separate by that damnable khaki. All eyes went to Ohno as he udid his shirt, standing up before Nino’s face, taking his torturously sweet time. Jun laid his head on Nino’s chest, breathing against it as they watched Ohno slip his shirt from his shoulders, beginning to finger his belt, staring a burning gaze into Nino’s eyes as he unfastened it, pulling the leather apart, allowing it to dangle from his hand and drop. Slipping his thumbs under the denim of his jeans, his edged the button loose, poising a finger at the top of the zipper and edging it down. Nino bit his lip and Jun grinned.
            The jeans successfully shod and laying on the floor, Ohno rejoined the others on the bed, kneeling in his boxers and tugging Jun up to face him. Ohno kissed him, inwardly smiling that Nino was watching just below them. Nino strained against the tie, arching up to stop them, to join to do something. His lover’s hands fell upon Jun, undressing him with only slightly more vigor than he had undressed himself. With some maneuvering and a brief sojourn on his feet, Jun was down to his y-fronts.
            Their lips broke from each other and they each turned to regard the desperate figure below them. A pair of smiles answered Nino’s small cry as Jun and Ohno reach across to one other and slip their underwear off, revealing firm arousals.
            Ohno straddled Nino’s waist and Jun appeared behind him, palms skimming over his Ohno’s taught chest. Fingers trail down Nino’s stomach and they dance lightly along his straining trousers, the outline of his rigid cock clearly seen. Nino spoke a mental prayer, thanking himself for eschewing underwear. That did not mean, however, that this was going to be easy.
            A fact made evident enough when Ohno’s hands went right by button and fly and instead sought Nino’s manhood, kneading and groping it through the fabric. Nino moaned from deep in his throat, getting the touch he was craving, but only then just a taste. His eyes were locked with Ohno’s and he arched against his hand.
            Ohno’s hands were mercy as he finally undid Nino’s trousers, dragging the zipper down. Nino saw Jun sucking a determined spot on Ohno’s neck, his hand caressing Ohno’s rather impressive cock.
            The pants off at long last, Nino almost wept with relief, things beginning to finally speed up. Hands stroked hard cocks and legs were spread and bent. Nino saw Ohno’s head thrown back, a low, throaty groan emitted as Jun slipped himself inside. Ohno wasted no more time with his hands snatch lube from Jun and coated himself, speedily spreading a dollop in Nino’s opening. And with two power pushes, Ohno had buried himself inside. The three cried out at once, a ragged chorus indeed. Nino arched against Ohno’s thrusts, trying to meet them, intensify them, begging in a keening voice for more friction, Jun’s teeth leaving red crescents along white shoulders. Ohno rocked back and forth, sliding back against Jun and then driving back into Nino.
            They writhed and thrust against each other, moaning loudly, pulling at each other, grinding, begging each other for more and more.
            Nino was the first to come and he came hard, spilling out over Ohno’s hand, white spots exploding in his vision. The warm gush against his skin, seeing it smattered across his lover’s chest, Ohno came, clenching hard around Jun’s cock, eliciting from him so deep a groan and he in turn, rode out the waves of his orgasm.
            Laying in a crumpled, sweaty heap, laying on top of one another, exhausted and guiding their breathing back to normal.

“Well…” Jun was the first to speak. “I think you should have spur of the moment ideas more often, Nino.”

Bibliophile

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 04:32:21 GMT

What: Good Omens & Pandect cross-over fic featuring some Shakespeare, Herrick and Marvell.
Who: Edgar and Crowley
Why: Because Viva has devoured my brain.
Rated R

Bibliophile

By Chrisastopholis

Edgar had become rather good friends with Mr. Fell. They talked long hours over books and history, writers and their sordid lives, always sipping tea and eating the occasional scone. It had come to the point where Edgar would come to spend his afternoons there, sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs and reading everything he could get his hands on.

One evening was passing as it normally did, Mr. Fell and Edgar sitting side by side on a sofa before the fireplace. And then Mr. Fell checked his watch and made a squawking sound akin to a shocked chicken. He closed his book hastily and rose from his seat.

“I had entirely lost track of time.” Mr. Fell hurried to the counter, gathering up a bundle of books and stacking them in a box.

“W-w-what’s the matter?” Edgar asked, looking up at Mr. Fell, concerned and confused.

“Oh nothing wrong, lad.” He replied, closing the box and buttoning up his coat. “I’m just nearly late for an appointment. I made a sort of a deal with another collector. He has a few first editions of Hemmingway. Can you believe it, Edgar? Hemmingway.”

“That’s a-a-a-amazing!” Edgar stood up with a look of pure glee glowing on his face.

“So glad I’ve a friend to understands!” Mr. Fell grinned at him. “Anyway, I’ve some extra copies of the first and second editions of Moby Dick and some Shakespearean sonnet collections. We’re going to trade them! And you, my good boy, are going to be the first man, aside from myself, who gets to read them.”

“That would be wonderful.” Edgar’s stutter abated, lost in the ecstasy of such a privilege. “I’ve never even seen one of those before! Thank you, Mr. Fell.”

“Oh don’t be silly.” He waved his hand as he approached the door. “I couldn’t ask for a better literary explorer. And I’ve told you times innumerable to count to call me Azira, Edgar. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Do you want me to leave then…?” Edgar asked, folding his hands in front of him.

“Oh no, lad.” Mr. Fell smiled. “Stay and keep reading. Help yourself to some tea if you’d like. When I get back, we’ll dig into Hemmingway. I can’t wait!”

And with that, Mr. Fell left, the door closing behind him. Edgar picked up his book, having finished reading it anyway and walked back to the shelves to replace it in its spot. But what was he going to read next?

And just then, the door opened once more.

Oh no. Oh no! What if it was a customer? This late, it was strange, yes, but a customer was a customer nonetheless. And Edgar didn’t work here. Yes, he knew the ins and outs of a library and yes, there were similarities, but even so. He didn’t quite feel equipped to help.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnngel.” A voice that ran like chocolate wafted through the air.

Edgar froze. He shuffled stiffly to the end of the shelf, cautiously sticking his head out to see who it was. Just a glance. What he saw was a tall dark man wearing sunglasses. And though his gaze only rested upon this man for hardly a second, the man caught his eyes with his own and grinned a predatory grin. Edgar stepped back amongst the shelves, surprised and taken aback.

“Who’re you then?” The man asked as he drew nearer, his shoes making a dull thump on the wooden floor. He was now standing at the end of the shelf, learning against its side, sliding his sunglasses down to regard the bashful librarian. “And would you happen to know where Az is?”

Edgar felt unnerved by his staring and said nothing for a long moment.

“M-m-m-my name is Eh-eh-Edgar.” He wrung his hands. “M-m-m-Mr. Fell w-went out to tr-tr-trade some books.”

“That so?” The man took a slow step closer. “My name’s Crowley. Are you some bookworm friend of Az’s?”

“Yes.” Edgar stammered the word out. Then to be polite in making conversation, “A-a-a-and you?”

“I’m an…” Crowley paused as if searching for the right word, “old friend.” He grinned again. “What’re you looking for?”

“Oh!” Edgar looked around, a little nervously. “I d-d-don’t really know. I’m just looking around.”

“You know,” Crowley began, stepping a little closer. “I know more about books than Az seems to think.”

“Oh?” Edgar asked, trying again to be polite as he focused on the shelves before him, reading the various titles on the spines.

“Mmhm.” Astaroth drew a little closer. “Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date.”

“William Shakespeare!” Edgar looked over with a surprised smile.

“Exactly.” Crowley smiled back. “Wherefore Love in terror flies to my heart, abandoning all his enterprise, and laments and trembles; there he hides himself and no more appears without. What can I do, when my lord is afraid, except stay with him until the last hour? For he makes a fine end who dies loving well.”

“Petrarch!” Edgar exclaimed, realizing a split-second later that Crowley was leaning rather close to him, one hand dangled near Edgar’s fingers.

“Ah, no. Wyatt.” Crowley chuckled.

“Nope, it was Petrarch.” Edgar smiled again. “Wyatt simply translated it.”

“Touché.” Crowley chuckled again. “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; and this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the Sun, the higher he's a-getting; the sooner will his race be run, and nearer he's to setting.”

“What…?” Edgar just barely recognized what Crowley was saying as his hand slid over his shoulder and across his back, drawing his body against the librarian’s. “But…what? Oh, poor hapless Edgar.

“That age is best, which is the first,” Crowley’s mouth was against Edgar’s ear, speaking in that lascivious purr. “When youth and blood are warmer; but being spent, the worse, and worst, time still succeed the former. Then be not coy, but use your time, and while ye may go marry; for having lost but once your prime, you may for ever tarry.”

“Herrick…” Edgar exhaled heavily, blushing at Crowley’s proximity. “We…we can’t…n-n-n-not here…”

“Oh we can…” Crowley’s other hand slid down Edgar’s chest, over the waist of his trousers, unbuttoning them with surprising dexterity. The zipper was tugged down rashly against Edgar’s stiffening manhood. Crowley pressed a wet, sucking kiss to Edgar’s neck.

Edgar may have insisted that this wasn’t place at all or maybe that he didn’t even know Crowley, but what came out of his mouth was a moan, a soft one ushered past his lips when his head tilted back.

“Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.” Another suckling kiss and his hand slipped inside Edgar’s trousers. “We would sit down and think which way to walk and pass our long love's day.” That kiss, Crowley’s bare hand finding his now-rigid cock, his hand stroking it vaguely, slowly and Edgar moaned again.

“A hundred years should go to praise thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze.” Crowley’s hand sped up, tightening as it reached the head, swiping his thumb over it. “Two hundred to adore your chest, but thirty thousand to the rest; an age at least to every part and the last age should show your heart.” Crowley exhaled hotly against Edgar’s skin and grinned as the boy squirmed and groaned. Edgar felt heat coiling like a wire in his stomach, his head felt light and hazy, eyes lidded.

“Now therefore,” Crowley murmured his lustful drawl like the devil’s whisper, “while the youthful hue sits on thy skin like morning dew and while thy willing soul transpires, at every pore with instant fires. Now let us sport us while we may and now, like amorous birds of prey.” Edgar was rocking and bucking, meeting each pull on his cock, his whole body heaving with Crowley’s hand. As his breath drew short and his vision clouded, Edgar came, hard and shuddering, a white hot shower of sparks flying in his head.

Then Edgar heard the door open and then close. Mr. Fell was back. But even that fact was of small urgency in the soft radiation of afterglow.

"But at my back I always hear,” Crowley’s smoky words drifted over Edgar’s flushed cheek. “time's wingèd chariot hurrying near.” Crowley's hand was withdrawn and he licked it clean, quickly and efficiently.

“Edgar?” Came Mr. Fell’s voice. “Edgar are you still here?”

Crowley stepped out from the shelves. “Yes, he’s here, he’s just…cleaning up.”

“Ah, Crowley!” Edgar could hear Mr. Fell say. “I didn’t know you were here. What is Edgar cleaning up?”

It was his turn to walk out of the shelves, pants now refastened and face still flushed. “I d-d-d-d-dropped a f-f-f-f-few books.” Edgar tried to stop his hands from shaking.

“Oh, alright then.” Mr. Fell patted the box that he had hefted onto the counter. “Would you like to see the books I’ve brought back?”

“Oh, yes!” Edgar picked up the book on the top of the stack. Pride and Prejudice.

Unbeknownst to Mr. Fell, Crowley leered at Edgar over the top of his sunglasses. The poor librarian blushed and buried his nose in the book. Poor, poor Edgar indeed.