Sleight of Hand
Length: Oneshot
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: R, Nc-17 (fun bondage/kinky stuff)
Genre: Bondage Porn with a side of fluff and a dash of crack
Summary: Ohno's a bit tired a few things in the Ohmiya relationship, and decides its time for a change.
Disclaimer: I do not now, or will I ever know/own Arashi. This fic contains some kinky stuff that not everyone will enjoy, and the personalities have been skewed, given my non-connection with the boys. User discretion is advised.
Note: A request of sorts, that fails horribly in what she asked for (I'm sorry tenshi_angels87, its the best I could come up with... ;___;) For information/symbolism on tarot cards you might check out this website, as its better then wiki ( http://www.learntarot.com/cards.htm) Yeah, so...this might just be my least favorite piece yet...sorry if you're disappointed... I am too...
“Mm…god…Toshi…so good…”
“Ann…f-fast-ter…K-kazuuuu….”
Knockknockknock
“Mnn…Mnnn…”
“Ka-ah-zu……there! Haa!”
Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock
“GODDAMN IT, AIBA!!”
“Kazu, No!…D-don‘t stop!”
But it was too late. Nino came, loosing control in the face of frustration, thanks to the interruption banging on the front door.
“Sorry….we’ll have to finish this later, Oh-chan, I’ve got to go film Himitsu stuff with Aiba….” Said Nino, who had pulled out shortly after shouting, was now gathering his clothes in a great hurry. “I’ll just shower for a sec, then I’ll be off.”
Ohno stayed on the bed, as Nino had left him, recovering his breath.
Nino returned to the bedroom zipping his fly, his shower lasting less then a minute, serving its purpose of rinsing out his overwhelming just-got-laid musk.
“Listen, Oh-chan, I’m sorry….but I’m already late. I’ll be back tonight, okay?”
“Fine.” Avoiding Nino’s gaze, Ohno pulled the covers up to his chin.
“Don’t do this to me, you know I’m busy too.”
“I know. You should go…I don’t want you to be late.”
“I said I was sorry, and you’re still acting like that?!”
Ohno looked over the covers, and gave Nino his best glare. “Thanks to you, I’m still fighting something down under. Just hurry up and go, so you can get back.”
“That’s the spirit.” Grinned Nino, as he swooped down to kiss Ohno, his hand finding Ohno’s trouble through the blanket.
Knockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknockknock“Sorry, Toshi, later.” Breaking the kiss, and halting the hand job, Nino scurried down the hall, shouting various explicatives at the innocent band member pounding on the door.
Sighing regrettably, Ohno finished Nino’s task into a ready tissue, and curled up in a ball on the king sized bed they shared.
He was tired.
Tired of Nino always running off and leaving him unsatisfied.
Tired of being treated a bit roughly when Nino got too lazy or too excited.
Tired of feeling like just another of Nino’s hobbies.
Tired of being the bottom
It was time for a change.
Ohno buried his face in a pillow that smelled of Nino’s cologne.
He loved him so much….and enjoyed most of the sex…
But really…
Ohno had reached the limits of his infinite patience.
Unfurling from the ball, Ohno reached for his cell on the nightstand.
Smirking mischievously, Ohno held the phone to his ear.
“Ah, Jun-kun, are you busy right now?”
“Not for an hour or so, but I thought you weren’t allowed to call me anymore after that last phone bill?”
“Well…I need a bit of help…I’m sure Nino won’t mind…”
“Nino always minds, but what do you want my help with?” Came the young voice, trying to hide his excitement at being needed.
“Oh…you see…its more like advice really…”
With a tired and relieved sigh, Nino returned home much later that evening then he would have liked. Aiba had insisted on going out to dinner. And of course what was dinner without a few drinks? Nino shook his head, very glad he wasn’t born Sakurai Sho, whom the younger man had called to take the tipsy Aiba home.
“Oh-chaaaaaaaaan.”
Nino kicked off his shoes, and walked though the dark house.
“Oh-chan? Are you home?”
“Yeah.” Ohno sat up from the couch in the living room, where he had been napping. “Did work go well?” Ohno yawned.
“No, it was a hassle….Aiba was rambunctious as always.” Nino dropped his bag on the couch next to Ohno, with a sigh. “It’s good to be back home.”
“Hmm.” Ohno shrugged, reclining back into the couch, and turning on the tv with a nearby remote. Nino took his leave to the bathroom.
The older man watched over the back of the couch as the door closed, an evil smile creeping across his face. Then Ohno blinked, rubbing his dry eyes…he must have been doing the Maou glare on accident again.
When Nino returned to an empty living room, he was unperturbed. It didn’t even register, as he got a glass of water from the kitchen, that the apartment was eerily quiet. He could still sense Ohno around somewhere, so he gave the ambience little thought.
Back in the living room again, Nino took advantage of the open couch, and grabbed for his DS in the middle pocket of his travel bag.
Nino nearly had a heart attack when his hand found that pocket empty. No, empty wasn’t accurate, as he could feel a small piece of paper that he knew wasn‘t there before. His hand shaking, Nino withdrew the note.
In Ohno artistic scribble, Nino read, “Pick a card………..any card.”
Nino could feel himself grinning. Whenever the DS ‘mysteriously’ disappeared he knew he could always find it in the bedroom.
Satisfied that his portable entertainment device was safe, Nino reached into another pocket where he kept a deck of playing cards for his magic tricks, as Ohno‘s note obviously wanted him to do.
His eyebrows arched in surprise when, instead of the standard deck, was deck of Ohno’s Maou tarot cards.
Nino was only half smiling now, not knowing much about tarot cards, but enough to become concerned when he saw two Magician cards, when he was fairly certain there should only be one. One was between the Emperor and Temperance cards, the other between the Hanged man and Death. The Wheel of Fortune and the Fool cards separated both sets of three.
Nino scratched his chin, trying to piece together Ohno’s weird clues, and failing. He looked at the note Ohno had left where his gameboy belonged. Was he supposed to pick one of these cards?
Nino looked them over, trying to remember their symbolism. Shrugging at his faulty memory, Nino drew a card at random.
The Tower….
Nino liked the sound of the Tower, it felt powerful and controlling.
After making his selection, he headed to the bedroom grinning broadly, because he just knew Ohno was waiting on the other side of the door.
Finding the door locked, Nino knocked once. “Okay Oh-chan, I picked my card, now what?”
“That card says a lot about you, you know…” Came a mysterious voice from behind the door.
“So?…Would you open the door now, and stop being so weird?”
“Sorry…” The door opened to reveal Ohno smiling brightly. He held out another deck of tarot cards arrayed in a fan. “Stick your card in without letting me see it.”
Nino did so, tugging and pulling elsewhere in fan to throw Ohno off his trail.
Ohno collapsed the fan into a deck, flicked it once with his thumb and middle finger, and drew the top card.
“Nino…did you really pick the Tower?” Ohno asked wide eyed at the card in his hand.
“No…you made a mistake.” Nino was growing frustrated with Ohno’s little game, and the fact that they weren’t naked yet.
Ohno didn’t seem to have heard Nino, and continued dreamily. “The Tower means there is a sudden change... an upheaval… in your future…”
“Ohno, that was a magic trick, not fortune telling.” Nino crossed his arms, exasperated.
“It was both…don’t say I didn’t warn you…” There was something unsettling about the way Ohno was smiling now.
“Okay, whatever, I guess change is good sometimes, now can I go in the bedroom?”
Ohno stepped aside grinning widely. “Yeah, come in….I want to try a bit more magic.”
Nino grinned too, knowing exactly what kind of magic they would be trying in a minute. He stepped into the bedroom, and failed to notice Ohno locking the door behind him.
“Would you sit on the bed there?” Ohno pointed to the side of the bed.
“Mmkay.” And Nino sat where he was told.
“Ready?”
“And waiting.” Laughed Nino.
After setting the tarot cards on a side table, Ohno proceeded to show Nino his upturned palms, the right of which contained a hundred yen coin. He fisted them into balls, and after a brief disappearance behind Ohno’s back, the hands retuned, still fisted before Nino. “Pick a hand.”
“Do I get to keep the money?”
“Pick.”
“Left then.”
The left hand opened, empty.
“Tsk, tsk.” Grinned Ohno. With his right hand still fisted, he poked his left index finger though the fist until the tip of a red silk handkerchief poked out near his right pinky.
“Pull there.” Ohno smiled, holding out the fist. Obediently, Nino pulled one the silk end. And pulled. And pulled.
It was the never ending string of rainbow handkerchiefs.
“Alright, stop, stop.” Ohno laughed, letting go of his end of the trick, and leaning over Nino.
“Good, now the real fun begins.” Laughing as well, Nino grabbed at Ohno’s shirt to bring the older man onto the bed, but stopped as he suddenly found his hands and feet bound in pieces of the long silk handkerchiefs.
“Yes…the real fun.” Chuckled Ohno. Nino had just enough time to see that Ohno smile had turned a bit evil, before he was blindfolded.
“Oh-chan, what the hell are you doing?!”
“Maaaaagic.” Came a warm hiss in his ear.
Nino felt himself being repositioned by Ohno, and couldn’t decide if he wanted to protest as he felt additional handkerchiefs tying his hands to the vertical spokes of the headboard, and his feet to the footboard.
“Hang on just a sec.” Ohno jumped off the bed and disappeared for a brief moment.
“What the hell? You can’t just leave me like this!” Nino shouted at the door. But Ohno returned before even a minute had elapsed.
“Alright…I’m going to untie your hands from the headboard so I can take off your shirt. Please don’t attack me.” Asked Ohno, his voice very chipper.
“I should attack you, bastard. If we’re going to do this kind of thing, it should be you tied up, not me.” Said Nino as Ohno took off the shirt. Thanks to the blindfold, Nino couldn’t see Ohno’s menacing eyebrow twitch.
After his hands were secure to the headboard again, Ohno removed Nino’s pants and underwear, refastening Nino‘s legs a comfortable distance apart.
Bondage complete, Ohno crawled over Nino, kissing, nipping and sucking his way to Nino’s lips.
“Ah, Toshi…take off the blindfold.” Moaned Nino, his hands straining against their restraints, wanting to hold Ohno close.
“Okay.” Sitting lightly on Nino’s stomach, Ohno removed the blindfold to lustful eyes. Ohno then continued enjoying the pleasures of Nino’s mouth, feeling along Nino’s chest beneath him.
“Undo my hands too.” Nino whined, as Ohno sucked on his throat.
Very abruptly, Ohno jumped off the bed.
“No.”
“What do you mean ‘no’?! Come back here!” Nino shouted as Ohno again left the bedroom, for a very long period of time.
In Ohno’s absence, Nino mused on the older man‘s strange behavior. Ohno rarely said ‘no,’ and only if something really, really bothered him. And why did he keep leaving as if he needed to check something? That was as far as Nino mused, before the temperature of the room captured his attention. He was strapped to a bed naked after all, so it was natural that he became cold.
It wasn’t until Nino was shivering violently, teeth chattering, and could see his breath rise in white vapors, did Ohno return. Ohno didn’t seem to notice how blue his lover became in his time away, but rather, set about stripping himself.
“W-w-whereeeee, te ‘ell did youuu g-go?!” Nino hollered again, though the chattering.
“Sorry, I had to um… do… something…” Ohno, now naked, then resumed his position above the freezing Nino, who forgot all angry emotions in the tremendous warmth of Ohno’s body.
Everywhere their skin touched was like fire melting the snow, and Ohno made sure his hands rubbed and warmed every inch of Nino’s goose bump ridden skin, with special attention paid to a certain sensitive area, that was already the warmest part of Nino’s body. With Ohno’s hands burning Nino with fleshy warmth and pleasure, Nino’s eyes rolled back and he let out a high pitched simper.
As he thawed under Ohno’s caress, the sensation finally drove Nino crazy, and he fought against his restraints almost violently in an effort to touch Ohno with his own hands.
“Let me go, damn it!” He cried, as Ohno sat up again from the rose of hickeys he was creating on Nino’s chest.
“Nope…I want to try something else first.” Again Ohno left the bed, to fiddle with a plastic bag Nino hadn‘t noticed in the corner of the room. “Lets see…this one…or that one…” When Nino saw what was in Ohno’s hands (a vibrator, a beaded sex toy, and a feather whip,) he stopped fighting the restraints in shock.
“Did you actually go out and buy those?”
“No.” Ohno had made his selection and returned to Nino with the large vibrator.
“Don’t you dare stick that in me.” Seethed Nino, truly angry for the first time that evening. “I don’t want anything up my ass that’s been up Jun’s ass.”
Ohno paused. “This wasn’t up Jun’s ass…”
“But if you didn’t buy it then you must have borrowed it from the Do-S king…you know what, I don’t care where that‘s been, but if you are going to do it, just use your own dick.”
“Can I?!” Awed Ohno with all the anticipation of a kid about to unwrap birthday presents.
“If you untie me first.”
Ohno tossed the vibrator aside, and jumped over Nino, pulling off all three restraints, as best he could while happily reacquainting himself with Nino’s tongue.
The instant his hands were free, Nino grasped at Ohno’s hair and ass, respectively, as the kiss continued, letting his waist prod Ohno’s into action.
Ohno pressed down amenably, rocking back and forth, with a bit more force then necessary. When he could feel Nino tense up, ready to resume his normal role on top, Ohno slipped his fingers into Nino before the position swap could be realized, his other hand taking over for the lack of grinding.
“Are you serious? You really want to be on top?” Nino groaned as he was stretched, pumping Ohno for lack of something better to do.
Rather then answering with words, Ohno’s thumb creased Nino’s slit to spark unrestrained shudders of ecstasy and an erotic moan from his partner.
“Okay, okay…just this once…” Nino gasped, on the verge, and wrapping his legs around Ohno. Taking that as permission to continue, Ohno began to lather himself with a bit more lube than necessary.
Ohno entered gently and slowly, watching Nino’s pleasure lined face for the first hints of pain.
Ohno was rather proud of himself for resisting the urge to pound with all his might, getting lost in Nino’s blinding heat, as he began to move inside.
“T-toshi…god….s-stop!” Nino cried, eyes closed in agony.
“S-sorry, are you oka-” And Ohno pulled out instantly, concerned for the wellbeing of his partner,……. who suddenly sat up in outrage.
“Why the hell did you stop?!”
“You…told me too…” Ohno floundered, backing away from Nino‘s wrath.
“It was a teasing ‘stop!’” Nino pitched his voice to sound like a female porn star. “Like, ‘oh…stop, please…no more!’ Couldn’t you tell I was enjoying it?!”
Ohno didn’t want to tell Nino that he thought the younger boy was crying out in pain, so he just kissed the ball of Nino’s nose, the younger man’s angry off switch. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to hurt you…so don’t say stop unless you mean it, okay?”
“You know…the whole point of this bondage stuff is getting pleasure out of doing it rough.” Nino ruffled Ohno’s hair, before flopping back down on the bed. “You big softy…just pay more attention next time.”
Ohno froze in disbelief. “Next time?…………………………….............…Oh…”
Feeling more satisfied then he thought possible for his turn on bottom, Nino crawled out of bed first the next morning, after giving the sleeping Ohno‘s ass a good morning grope. As he picked up his and Ohno’s clothes from the bedroom floor, several pieces of sketchbook paper, folded together, fell from Ohno’s pants.
Curious, Nino picked up the papers, and unfolded it to reveal simple, step by step instructions written in Jun‘s glamorous script, titled with four tell-all words.
“MatsuJun’s Guide to S&M.”