Dire Straights
Title: Dire Straights
Pairing: Sakuraiba, Ohmiya...(yes...again...)
Rating: R, and ODS, for Outrageously Drunk Sho
Summary: Aiba's been feeling a bit neglected lately, and he'll do just about anything to get Sho back in bed
Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with Arashi, the members I have used in shallow emulation, or the tour this is based off of. This fic deals with the subject of date rape, with many people may find uncomfortable. If, while reading this fic, you no longer find it amusing, please do the world a favor, and move on to something more to your tastes.
Note: This is a Sakuraiba gift for the lovely laurachan2 because she made the amazing Secret Agent Aiba-chan fan video. As per her request it is based 'loosely' off the Fukuoka MC of the Dream A Live tour, that can be found here, ( http://arashi.groups.vox.com/library/post/6a00e398f54cc7000400fae8c4aa0f000b.html) You'll notice several liberties have been taken for the sake of laziness plot. Also, this might read like an ep of SAAC.... XD Enjoy, or not at your leisure.
Uncertainly, I rapped once on the door.
Almost instantly it opened to a crack just wide enough so a brown almond eye could look me up and down before inquiring, “You got the money?”
“You got the goods?” I asked, taking out my wallet, and about to remove the bills when the door opened wider and a small hand pulled me inside.
“God, you’re an idiot, Aiba. Not in the hallway of a five star hotel.”
“Oh, sorry, Nino…I wasn‘t thinking.” I looked around the room he dragged me into. Nino’s clothes were neatly folded next to his suit case on the king sized bed, and Ohno’s were piled in a heap on an economy chair near the window. Judging by the sound of running water from in the bathroom, Ohno was still getting ready for our Koukishin outing.
I wasn’t jealous that Ohno and Nino were sharing a suite, when Sho hadn’t let me touch him in weeks.
Nope, not jealous at all.
And I didn’t have an experiment planned to get him back in the sack.
Nope. None at all.
“So the money.” Nino held out his hand expectantly. I pulled out a substantial sum, that had been negotiated before we went on tour. He counted the bills with a smile widening as the amount rose. Satisfied that I hadn’t messed up simple math, Nino went to his suit case, and tucked the money in a concealed pocket. From the same pocket he removed a black wax paper envelope smaller then my thumb.
“Are you sure about this Aiba? This is serious stuff…”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know.”
“Just don’t blame me when things go wrong.” Nino shrugged, and held out the packet.
“Is this really it?” I asked excitedly, feeling a single pill in the black folds as the envelope was passed to my hands. “If this turns out to be aspirin or laxative…”
“It’s not. Trust me. That‘s the real deal.”
I checked his eyes…it didn’t look like he was lying…but with Nino I can never be certain. “If it’s not, then I want a refund. And you‘re sure about the bartender tonight?”
“No refunds. But yeah, as long as you give her the signal I taught you, it’ll be fine. And make damn sure that stuff doesn’t get slipped to Oh-chan.” His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his voice held a lethal timbre.
…I hadn‘t thought of that…Ohno doesn’t know about my experiment, and could easily become a causality. I swallowed a huge lump in my throat, wondering if maybe I should just forget the whole plan, after all some curiosities aren‘t worth an early and painful death at the hands of Nino.
….But then again…I really, really want to try this experiment. I don’t think I can hold out much longer without this kind of help. Resolutely, I slipped the small black envelope into my jacket pocket.
“Okay. I’ll make sure Ohno doesn’t get it.”
“You better. Eh? Oh-chan!…” Ohno had barely walked out of the bathroom when Nino’s eyes glued to Ohno’s pants. “Aren’t you a bit dressed up to go to a bar?”
“Am I?“ Puzzled, he looked into the mirror on the wall, next to the tv. Ohno wasn’t particularly dressed up. He had styled his hair a bit and put on cologne…but he was just wearing tight fitting stone washed jeans, a royal blue polo, and a watch that MatsuJun had forced him into buying. Ohno looked from the mirror to Nino, then to me. “Should I change?”
“No, I think you’re fin-”
“Yes, wear these.” Nino had gone to Ohno pile of clothes in the chair, and had pulled out a pair of white slacks.
Ohno took them, very confused. “But….isn’t this dressier?”
“Just change.”
“Okay.” Ohno began to undo his belt before Nino grabbed his hands.
“Not here! We’ve got company!” I was given a glare that made me feel very unwanted.
Ohno rolled his eyes and marched off to the bathroom muttering, “Its nothing he hasn’t seen before anyway.” It was only after Ohno had turned around to go back to the bathroom, that I saw why Nino wanted Ohno to change his pants.
It was as if the pants had been made by the gods with the sole purpose of enhancing the voluptuousness of Ohno’s ass.
….They…kind of… turned me on…
I wish Sho had pants like that…
There was a knock at the door, and as the closest, I opened it to reveal the man who didn’t have ass enhancing pants.
“Hey, Masaki.”
“Hiya Sho!” I pulled on his elbow to draw him into the room, and gave him a brief greeting kiss.
On the lips.
With a side of tongue.
But Sho pushed me off before I could get too deep, embarrassingly checking up and down the hallway to make sure we weren’t seen. “Why are you always so reckless?”
“Because it’s the only way I can get some.” I pouted, hoping he’d take the invitation.
Sho blushed like a red hibiscus, and didn’t met my eyes as he walked past into the room. When he saw Nino, and two sets of luggage he paused. “Isn’t this… Ohno’s room?”
“Yes, this is my room.” Said Nino, who had plopped on the bed, and was looking up a number in the phone book.
Sho rolled his eyes. “Did you at least tell the managers you‘d moved out of your assigned room?”
“Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I told them. Hell, I told our managers to put us in the same room to begin with, but they just didn’t listen.”
“Perhaps they thought separating you two might minimize exhaustion during the trip.”
“….Exhaustion? You do realize that we are idols. Exhaustion is in the job description. Besides…” Nino’s eyes traveled lazily over to the opening bathroom door. “Oh-chan helps me-”
“I help?” Ohno perked up, walking into the room while tucking his polo into his white slacks.
“Do what?” Nino asked innocently.
“But didn’t you just say-”
“It wasn’t me. You must have been mistaken.”
“Oh…” Even Ohno’s hair drooped, slightly demoralized. “Um…are you sure you don’t want to come?”
“Yeah, I’m tired so I think I’ll turn in early, but first I’ll get a massage.” Nino paused from punching in a phone number, to bait Ohno. “That is, massaged by busty women. Naked, busty, and probably promiscuous women.”
“Oh, okay then. Rest well.” Ohno kissed Nino’s forehead, before joining us at the door.
Nino sighed heavily. “Just go. And remember what I said, Aiba!”
“Don’t worry!” I reassured. “I always have everything under control.”
Sho put a hand on my shoulder. “Masaki…we’re about to go drinking. You’ll be the one in least control. But what were you talking about?”
“Oh, nothing. Let‘s go! Bye Nino!” I tugged him back out into the hall, with Ohno closing the door behind us.
“Um….” Ohno scratched his head, uneasily looking over his shoulder to the closed door. “D-do you think he’ll really get a massage with naked women?”
Sho and I looked at each other. And with a conversation relayed through eyebrow movements, we decided it would be best to remain silent.
We took a taxi, and by nine thirty pm, arrived at the Koukishin’s target for the evening, the VIP bar, Blue Bottle.
The curiosities for this evening included sampling the specialty line of blue colored drinks, specifically the Cerulean Crush, Sapphire Sip, Azure Allure, and lots of other similarly named glorified booze.
That is, Ohno and Sho were going to test the alcoholic drinks. I had no intention of even getting buzzed this evening, because I need all of my senses for what would happen later.
“Lets take one of those tables in the back.” Sho pointed to a small four seater in the outer reaches of the bar.
Which would make my plan rather difficult to carry out.
“No, I want to sit at the bar, please? It adds something special to the experience!” I had already started walking to the open end of the long counter of blue glass before Sho could stop me.
“Oh, me too.” Ohno followed eagerly, probably preferring the bar because he could get faster refills. Sighing, Sho followed, sitting between myself and Ohno.
The pretty bartender was quick to find us, setting a small complementary platter of crackers, grapes and cheese on the counter before us. “Good evening sirs, will this be a split tab?“
“Ye--oh.” Sho felt the back pockets of his jeans, embarrassedly. “I forgot my wallet.”
“I think I forgot mine too. I might have left it in that first pair of pants…” Pondered Ohno.
“I guess, just one tab then.” I sighed. “You all owe me.”
“Sorry, Masaki…”
“I’ll pay you back as soon a Nino gives me my allowance.”
“Okay, one tab, and do you know what you‘d like to drink yet?”
“Can I have one of each of the specialties, please?” Asked Ohno, sweetly.
The lady paused, “…Sir, we have over twenty five specialties…”
“Really? I’ll just take them one at a time then.” Ohno smiled. I could tell he was excited at the prospect of so many new flavors of liquor to taste, but the bartender seemed rather daunted at her customers request.
“…Alright, I will prepare them alphabetically if that’s alright.” When, Ohno nodded blissfully, the women moved down the line. “And you sir?”
“Hmm…..I’ll start with just one cup of cherry sake, please.” Sho always ordered this first, I think it’s his dream to find the best cherry sake in Japan. “Then I‘ll work my way through the specialties starting at the other end of the alphabet, please.”
“Yes sir. And what can I get for you?”
“Green tea on the rocks, please.”
“Do you have a preference as to the strength of alcohol mixed in?”
“No alcohol please.”
The lady nodded and set about making our drinks, as Sho choked on a piece of cheddar. “No alcohol?! Masaki, are you feeling okay?!”
I figured this would happen, because I’ve never turned down a drink before when I knew Sho was around to take care of me. “Um, actually, I have a bit of a stomach ache from too much Yakiniku at dinner.”
Sho looked shocked. “Why didn’t you say something earlier? We wouldn’t have--”
“That’s why I didn’t tell you. I wanted to come! And I’m not that sick really!” My stomach really did hurt now though, from the way Sho was staring at me with such concern.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded, and guiltily accepted the crackers that Sho forced upon me.
The waves of drinks came amidst idle chatter. Sho was talking about his new Yatterman movie, the Olympics, and just about everything else that has kept him to busy to be with me.
I felt the envelope I bought from Nino in my pocket. With this one little pill, I could change all that. I checked my watch. Almost midnight. We had been drinking for nearly three hours, surely it would be safe now.
Looking over, I saw little change in my drinking partners. Ohno was on something like his 15th house special, proclaiming each one delicious, while Sho was going equally strong on his 13th. I gazed sadly into my tea, reminding myself that staying sober would be worthwhile. How they could take so much hard liquor was beyond me.
More waiting was required then, so they wouldn’t be suspicious. My stomach ache was getting progressively worse, and I wonder if it was from the lies, or wanting Sho so bad I was forced to such dire straights as the pill in the little black envelope.
By about one, they had slowed down considerably. Ohno was laughing uncontrollably at flies buzzing past, and Sho was having difficulty controlling the volume and articulation of his voice.
“HEEEEEY LADY! One mores round, ANNNND….then we’lls quit. Lurrrrright Tososhi? NNNEEEEEE, Masagi?” Sho threw his arms clumsily around our misnamed shoulders.
“To-to-tososhi!” Giggled Ohno.
I wasn’t paying attention. This was it. The last round. I pulled out the black envelope and held it under the counter, blood drumming wildly in my ears.
I glanced nervously at the thoroughly incapacitated Sho, the man I loved with all my heart, and then some.
Do I really want to do this to him?
I swallowed.
Now or never.
“Riida, the front seat. Front seat!” I ran around the taxi, to open the door for a drunkenly wandering Ohno, tuck him gently inside, and fasten his seat belt. I stood up and ran back around the car just in time to catch Sho, who had lost his balance leaning against the trunk.
With unfocussed eyes, he squished my cheeks between his palms, before giving me a wet kiss that tasted like blueberrys and scotch. “Maaaassssssaki. Lubu. Lubu, lubu, lubu.”
“That’s great Sho, I lubu you too, but we need to get in the taxi now.”
“Buuuuut…lubu.” Sho went in for a kiss again, and with his clouded mind otherwise occupied with my lips, I was able to maneuver him with great difficulty into the back seat of the taxi. Breaking the kiss briefly to close the door, and give the irritated driver directions to our hotel, Sho busied himself with my belt buckle.
“Sho, NO! Well, yes…but not in the back of a taxi cab!” I slapped his hands away, and redid the belt.
“Bobble….Hehehehehehe….bobble.” Ohno was poking the taxi driver’s bobble head figurine on the dash board.
“Ridda, don’t touch that! I’m sorry sir, they’re really, really, drunk.”
The man just shrugged, paying me as little mind as the road he was driving.
“Snot fair.” Sho was muttering, stroking my chest. “You always show these off to other people.”
“Sho, I don’t know what you are talking about.” I sighed tiredly, leaning my head against the backseat.
“It wouldn’t make you happy if I did that too.”
“Eh? No, Sho, stop!”
All of the sudden Sho was stripping in the back seat of a taxi, and flashing our driver.
“Looooooooook here, Mesterrrr. Cab guy. Myyyyyy nipples are better then Masaki’s. Muuuuch belter.” The man made the horrible mistake of checking his rearview mirror. “DON’T LOOK AT MAAASAKI, BASTARD!”
I had to hold Sho down, before he attacked the driver. “I’m really, really, really sorry sir.”
The man grunted, and drove faster.
I’m not sure how we made it back to our rooms, but by some miracle I saw Ohno safely to his and Nino’s suite, before walking two doors down to Sho’s. That’s when I remembered he didn’t have his wallet, and thus, didn’t have his key card.
Not about to drag Sho back down stairs to the front desk, or to waste time troubling our managers, I half carried him several more doors down to my room.
Door safely shut behind me, I stopped trying to restrain Sho and let him rip off my shirt, to kiss and touch every inch of bare skin. “Mnn, Maaaasaki, Masaaaaki, Masakiiiiiiiiiii…”
“Lets….go….bed.” I gasped, being equally active on the near reaches of Sho’s flesh.
By the time I let his head hit the pillows, he had rolled me beneath him, groaning carnally in between long sucks at my lips and tongue.
His hands were roaming freely, yet clumsily, with his nails scratching a little too deep every so often. Their track left a chill along my arms and down my chest.
To my stomach.
Which was aching worse then ever.
It was something of a mood killer.
I sat up, with heavy reluctance. “Sho, this isn’t fun.”
“Not yet.” Sho had cast off his pants when I pushed him off, (his shirt had been gone since he flashed the taxi driver), and undoing my fly, he gripped my hardening appendage almost painfully in his drunkenness, as he reapplied his wet lips to mine.
This really wasn’t that fun. His tongue seemed to have lost as much of its motor skills as his legs, the way it floundered pointlessly in my mouth. And his hands we not being the gentle but eager hands that could create cascades of pleasure with only the ghost of a touch. They were scratching blindly, and squeezing entirely to tight.
This just wasn’t what I wanted.
It feels like sleeping with a stranger.
I don’t want to sleep with a stranger, I want to sleep with Sho.
“Stop, Sho. No more.” I pushed him off, with a disappointed sigh.
“But-” I held a finger to his approaching lips.
“This isn’t fun at all. I’d rather just jerk off by myself.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but I really didn’t want to continue like that. “Just go to sleep, we’ll do this later.”
Sho sat in bewildered drunken confusion, as I left the bed for the bathroom to take care of my little problem. By the time I returned, Sho had fallen asleep, in just his underwear on my bed.
I grabbed my jacket, and walked into the hallway.
Most certainly, I rapped once on the door.
It opened after a long moment, to reveal an angry tired, brown eye. “What the hell are you doing here at this hour?!”
I handed him the black envelope. “I didn’t use it. And Sho turns into a really big pervert when he’s drunk, so you can have it back.”
Nino took to envelope, opened it and let the pill slide into his hands.
I couldn’t have looked more like regular aspirin.
Nino grinned and examined the pill. “Thanks, Oh-chan will need this for his hangover tomorrow morning.”
“EH?! It’s just aspirin?!”
“Do you think I would go around dealing date rape drugs? Now go to bed and leave us alone.”
The door slammed in my face.
I stood there, dumbstruck by the fact I dished out a months salary for a single dose of aspirin, that I didn’t even use.
After I recovered some what, I went back to my room, and slipped under the covers next to my slumbering drunk lover.
He looked like he normally did when we slept next to each other. Calm, complacent, and carefree. I leaned over and kissed him lovingly on the cheek, holding him tight around the middle.
I sighed once more before falling asleep, wishing that he wasn’t so busy that we could find time to have sex the right way every once in a while.
Oh well….
Maybe tomorrow.