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nino/ohno that ends up turning into orgy
"Um..." Ohno glances up at the voice, staring blankly for a second before his eyes register who's standing in front of him. He smiles.
"Morning, Chinen-kun."
"Good morning, Ohno-kun!" Chinen says, excitedly bowing and smiling so wide his face hurts. "Um. It's... uh... well, today..."
"Is that for me?" Ohno asks, bluntly, gesturing with a finger towards the gift bag Chinen has in hand. The gift bag covered in hearts and sparkles and rainbows and every shade of red and pink imaginable.
"Yes!" Chinen flushes. Eagerly, he presses the bag into Ohno's hands and bows a couple times. "I made them for you at home."
The bag isn't exactly heavy, but it's a lot more than what Ohno's gotten in the past. He blinks, pushes past all of the colored tissue paper, and pulls out a very large heart-shaped container. Filled with chocolate.
"Ah," says Ohno, opening the case and looking over the candy with a fond smile. "Thank you very much, Chinen-kun."
"It was my first time making chocolate," he admits. Just to get that little warning out in case they were strangely shaped or smelled weird or tasted too sweet. "But for Ohno-kun, I wanted to try!" He pauses. Flushes again. "Um, please try one!"
Ohno hums and takes a... dinosaur-shaped one He laughs. It's cute. So very cute. Halfway to his mouth, however, a weight settles on his back and a hand wraps around his wrist, guiding it away from his mouth. He blinks in confusion, glances over, and then suddenly there's a mouth and tongue sucking on his fingers.
Grinning, Nino scrapes his teeth along Ohno's fingers lightly, dragging his tongue along the skin with purpose. The heat is incredibly nice, especially when coupled with the view, but it's also incredibly distracting.
His chocolate is gone when Nino pulls back.
"Yum," says Nino as he licks his lips. He turns his gaze to a defeated Chinen and smiles sweetly. "I'll be sure to give you something back on White Day."
Ohno laughs quietly and holds up another chocolate.
As soon as AnAn is out, Nino has Sho-chan pinned to the couch, straddling him as he holds the photoshoot wide open.
"Nino? What are you -" and then he squeaks as his t-shirt is pulled above his head, cool fingers tickling down his sides. Swiftly followed by a sly tongue tracing the contours of his torso. Nino smirks as Sho-chan's muscles shift and tense beneath him.
Nino pulls back, stretching above him like an extremely satisfied cat. "I've decided; I'm eating chocolate off you next.
Somehow 'eat chocolate off of Sho' turns into 'lick chocolate from Nino's chest while fucking Aiba, who is sucking Nino, from behind'.
Sho isn't sure how he managed to get blessed with such luck, but he's a Keio graduate with a big, important degree and if college has taught him anything it's that he shouldn't ever question the better things in life.
He decides to take this as a reward for posing nearly nude and loses himself in Nino's salty-sweet skin.
Of all the things he could have expected when the other two started to drag him away to Ohno's hotel room, Nino tied, gagged, and drawn on like a canvas, bucking against Ohno's clever fingers, was not on his list.
However, he's not exactly surprised that this was his bandmate's idea of a Valentine's Day Chocolate Gift. He's also not surprised when Nino manages to move the gag part of the way out of his mouth, a slurred "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me now?" making its way to Jun's ears.
Jun smirks.
"Leader," he drawls. "I don't think Nino's gag is working right."
Ohno frowns and gives his wrist a twist, like pondering over things while giving someone a handjob was a normal thing for him (which wouldn't be too shocking if true). Nino jerks up with a gasp, a part of the chocolate art smearing along Ohno's elbow.
"I worked hard on that," Ohno pouts. He runs his hand up, through the mess of chocolate, and then back down lower, lower, and Nino moans shamelessly.
"We can remake it," Jun promises and climbs on the bed.
Except Ohno is too busy gagging Nino so Aiba takes over the bottle of chocolate instead.
The nozzle is quickly uncapped and Aiba drags sticky fingers down the lines of Sho's stomach, feather light as they trail lower. Sho jerks against the fingers that tighten at the base of his erection. Jun grins as he presses his mouth tote inside of his thigh, lapping at the chocolate, "Masaki, Sho smudged your drawing again!" Aiba giggles and teases more chocolate to Sho-chan's heated flesh.
Jun lifts his head, licking his lips with relish. "Ne, Captain, what do you think?"
Ohno only hums distractedly, fingers tangled up in Nino's hair. "Mm, that's really pretty," he says, but it's more directed to Nino's flushed cheeks, mouth red and swollen as he moans around him.
"Captain's not paying attention," Aiba laughs. "How're we gonna get his attention from Nino?"
"Fuck." Sho gasps, bucking again.
"We're not that far yet, Sho-chan." Aiba doesn't pause the motion of his hand as he mock-contemplates what to do, doing his best to keep the grin off his face as Sho starts grabbing at him.
Jun scowls and turns to the other two. Nothing much has changed since Jun last looked aside from Ohno scooting further up and straddling Nino's chest to get a better angle for Nino's mouth. Another second, another shift, and a small space opens up that Jun is quick to fill.
Nino grunts softly as another weight settles on top of him, just over his waist. He doesn't open his eyes, not yet, so Jun decides to give him a bit of incentive.
Ohno starts slightly when arms wrap around his waist, but he relaxes once Jun pulls him flush against his chest and starts lipping at his ear. Shuddering lightly, Ohno moans and rolls his hips.
Nino is quick to open his eyes.
"You shouldn't play favorites," Jun growls softly, once he's sure that he has their attention. His hands wander Ohno's chest idly, tracing ridges and bumps, but his eyes are locked with Nino's.
"I don't," Ohno mumbles. Jun tweaks a nipple in disagreement and Ohno gasps, his body pushing up into the touch. From beneath the two, Nino's battle with the fabric binding him has doubled and when it doesn't budge, he can't touch back; when Ohno ends up sliding out of his mouth and into Jun's taunting hands, low noises and friction just out of reach driving him crazy with want, Nino lets out a frustrated moan.
When later questioning arises about the dark stains and obvious marks all over their skin-- in noticeable places, god damn it, Nino--it is Jun who explains. Jun, who was not even a part of the whole mess.
"Valentines, juniors, chocolate," is all Jun says, and their manager sighs tiredly but otherwise says nothing, wordlessly handing them all their schedules for that week before wandering off in search of some aspirin.
After all, they'd been through the same routine last year.
even more orgy
In the limited space that their van provides them there really shouldn't be much room for all of them crowding around in the backseats, hands pressing against hands pressing against zippers that are quickly undone.
Do they really have to hurry? No. They've all been riding that edge of sexual tension for a week now, it wouldn't take but a well-placed hand, a slick slide of hips, and a low noise to get any of them off. They don't have to hurry. But they want to.
There's some merit in being the smallest (body-wise) of the group, Nino thinks to himself as he easily slides from between Jun and Sho to behind Ohno as the elder works his fingers inside of himself. He drops one kiss, another, loving the salty tang of sweat on his tongue.
When Aiba slides against him, pressing him forward and easily bending him over Ohno's bowed back, he's trapped between two people again. Nino savors the slow grind, the breathy whimpers, and pushes back with a taunting roll of his hips.
Slow is fine for now. After all, they've got some time to kill.
yunho/junsu
They've been together since they were kids, living together, working together, knowing certain thoughts without anything needing to be said. In a way, they're brothers. Yeah, the whole group is one family. Five brothers living together, sticking together through fun times and even harder ones.
But there's something in the way that Junsu and Yunho laugh together, the way they converse. It's something in the way they play-wrestle and roll together on the floor, pinning each other and cheating via tickling instead of just using muscle.
They're like real brothers, Changmin notes. Like real brothers, but if anyone sees them sneaking kisses between rehearsals or notices Junsu's mysteriously rumpled hair after the two take a quick break from recording, they don't say anything.
The other three mostly take to leering and making suggestive noises instead.
arashi/sho
When Sho walks in and sees a copy of AnAn sitting open on the table he very seriously considers just turning around and walking back out.
The fact that it was left in the open means that they're leaving him clues instead of waiting for him to figure it out, which means that they have something planned that they feel will succeed no matter what, which means that he is the sole target of this entire endeavor, which means that his shoot is the source of the trouble, which--
Oh.
Sho casts a glance over his shoulder, regarding the other four behind him with a curious expression. This happens every time a member does a revealing photoshoot--a group molestation must take place. Just the usual amount of cuddling (multiplied by four) with a bit of heavy petting between breaks on the side.
"Haven't we grown out of this routine yet?" Sho laughs.
Ohno smiles at him sweetly.
And then he locks the door.
Of course growing out of this routine isn't an option, Sho thinks to himself, attempting to distract himself from the way he's being stretched as Jun pushes inside of him. Of course it would only grow with them and expand into something a lot more than just handjobs inbetween job locations.
"Sho-chan," Aiba sing-songs at him, drawing him back from his inner distractions. "Sho-chan~"
"Focus," Nino gasps. His hips are steady as he lowers himself onto Sho's cock, even steadier when Jun wraps an arm around his waist and helps him down.
Sho moans around Aiba, the vibration sending Aiba into a fit of shivers that have his curling tighter in Sho's hair.
"How're things coming, Captain?" Jun asks with difficulty, hips twitching as he fights not to move.
Ohno takes in the sight with intense eyes, raking over body and body and body and body--
"Stay just like that," he breathes out. The sound of pencil on paper is like static in Sho's ears, soon joined by the faint noise of skin on skin that has Sho groaning. Ohno's jerking off and drawing them. Drawing him getting used in all way.
Or, mostly all ways.
Ohno sketches quickly as he works himself, but he abandons the project when Sho locks eyes with him and reaches out a free hand. There's still one thing Sho isn't doing right now, something he needs to do-- Sho still hasn't touched Ohno and it's not Arashi unless it's the five of them.
Ohno settles himself on the other side of Sho, switching between kissing Aiba and kissing Nino right in Sho's view, tongues working against each other in open mouths, and then Jun starts pushing.
Sho closes his eyes and starts memorizing.
sho/jun
People have always said there was an awkward atmosphere between Sho and Jun. Obviously people can't get something out of nothing, and yes, it was there sometimes.
But people also can't see what the rest of Arashi see.
When everything is behind the scenes and the cameras are cut and nearly everyone has gone, the two are still smiling, still talking, not too far off from what they'd just been presenting to fans, it's there between them-- this not so awkward atmosphere.
When they stay at hotels for concerts and end up bunking together even though it's Nino rooming with Sho and Jun sharing space with Aiba and Ohno. There's drinking, joking, stripping, and soon even a bit of activity that ends up running the others to another room for more gaming tournaments--and it's not so much awkward as it is embarrassing because the three idiots always end up creeping just outside the door.
The only awkward atmosphere between Sho and Jun now comes when they're having a moment in the dressing room, when they think they're alone, and it turns out that their manager is sitting at the back of the room. Sho and Jun will make a point of inconspicuously sitting away from each other; Nino will make a point of laughing in their faces for still having any semblance of dignity after being stocking'd for ten years.
yoochun/changmin
Despite not being of the specified faith, he always seems to run into Changmin at church and it's always right after Changmin's last delivery before his break.
"We get a lot of flower deliveries for churches," Changmin explains.
"I thought you were doing it so you could see me again." Yoochun laughs when Changmin does, enjoying the way his eyes are so scrunched. "After all," he continues with an air of importance. "you're my guardian angel, right?"
"Here to make sure that hyung doesn't drink himself into a stupor and drown in his vomit again?" Changmin snorts. "What'll you do when school starts back up for me again?"
Yoochun shrugs. "No choice but to follow you to class, right?"
"..." says Changmin.
"Would you rather me say that 'hit on the new delivery boy'?" Yoochun asks, adding in an expression of mock-insult. "Because as much as I'd like you in my bed, I'm not sure how I feel about you wanting me to seduce your replacement."
"What the hell," Changmin cackles. "Hyung, are you sure you're not drunk right now?"
"I don't need to be drunk to say corny pick-up lines," Yoochun says. He supposes it's the pride in his voice that makes Changmin crack up even harder.
Cue lightbulb.
"That reminds me! Your twentieth is coming up soon, right?" Yoochun smiles at the nod he receives and puts on his best expression of promising. "Let's go drinking. At my house. We can even share my best porno."
Yoochun prays the pause that follows is a contemplative one.
And then Changmin hums thoughtfully. "Will there be strip poker?" he asks innocently.
Inwardly, Yoochun thanks the lord for granting him this chance.
But to seal the deal, he even promises pizza.
more ueda/girl!ryo
Ueda is unpacking his bag when he hears the door of the dressing room slide shut and the latch click into place.
"What do you want now?" He sighs, not bothering to look up, because of course the only one who would do something stupid like that is Ryo.
"Tch, not very grateful, are you?" A distinctly higher-pitched voice sneers. Ueda does not remember Ryo sounding like that. He also does not remember ever seeing a Ryo will a full rack. Dressed in tight leather, with an exposing top. And boots.
"How," Ueda thinks to ask, but the rest of the question drops off somewhere. "Uh."
Ryo starts laughing. "Attractive," he wheezes. "You look like a fish with your face like that, Princess."
"How?"
"Beats me," Ryo shrugs. "It was hell getting into this outfit, but your face made it all worth it. I knew leather and thick eyeliner would get you worked up."
Ueda lets himself stare for a moment. And then he remembers that the door is locked.
"You're very right," he says, keeping his voice even as he steps up. A very minuscule smile slides onto his face when Ryo's laughter trails off and he (--she backs up slightly). "But you seem to have forgotten that you locked yourself in here."
Ryo glances over at the door, then back at Ueda. It's obvious that he knows what Ueda is insinuating, there's no way he can't know with the way space is growing increasingly thinner between them.
A slow smile spreads over Ryo's face once (s)he's got Ueda pressed close.
"Now this is more like it."
jaejoong/changmin
One-touch has always been a codeword for them. Not in the way that 'lampshade' is a safety word for S&M couples or whatever, but still. It's a codeword.
It's also a game.
On-screen, One-Touch is a game of amusing violence where they proceed to smack each other around. The winner in this game isn't who receives the scolding, but who manages to hit last. On-screen, Jaejoong wins this game a lot because Changmin still likes to hold on to his 'I am the poor baby, please side with me' disfuction while meanwhile Jaejoong is too busy laughing and having fun with his victory to care that he comes off as a bully.
Off-screen, it's a little bit different. It's not about hitting so much as it is about teasing. When Jaejoong passes Changmin in the hallway and slides a hand up his shirt, that is one-touch; when Changmin gives Jaejoong's ass a firm slap-and-squeeze after raiding the fridge, that is one-touch. The first one to break is the loser.
It's needless to say, but off-screen? Changmin wins. A lot.
sleepy arashi that turned into more porn
BEEP BEEP BEEP goes the alarm on Nino's bedside table. The same one that's been going off for the past twenty minutes, silenced each time by a different hand.
First it was Nino, because he's always quick at getting up in the mornings even if his mind is a bit slow catching up. He was the one to turn it off first, but everything around him was still so warm and so comfortable that he ended up falling back asleep without even moving his hand from the table.
Jun was the one to shut it off next, bitching quietly to himself the entire time. There was fumbling, a soft thud that Nino thinks might have been Jun dropping to the ground after trying to stand on a numb leg, and then silence. Nino went back to sleep.
The third time is only Aiba's charm, which explains why Aiba is the next one to face off with the annoying thing. Mornings still aren't his thing, just like everyone else in the group, so he ends up stepping on Nino's arm in his journey across the bed and mumbling something that might have been an apology unaccepted if Nino had actually been more alive.
Nino only remembers Sho turning it off the fourth time because it rings for ten minutes and then make a sharp ting as it hits the opposite wall. Where it continues to ring until Sho rolls out of bed with a groan and stumbles over to blindly slap at it until it turns off.
And so BEEP BEEP BEEP goes the alarm on Nino's bedside table. The same one that's been going off for the past twenty minutes, silenced each time by a different hand.
This time it's Ohno's turn, and, like everything else that the man does, he's quiet in the way he shuffles the blankets aside and turns the alarm off completely. The silence is nice even if Nino is missing his personal body pillow right now. It's with great hesitation that he cracks an eye open though, reluctant to pull himself out of his warm bed with its rumpled sheets and massive horde of pillows.
Ohno is smiling at him softly when he opens his eyes. "Mornin'," he says.
"No," Nino whines. He's being a brat, yes, but it's six in the morning so fuck caring right now. Nino petulantly shuts his eyes and rolls over.
"Nino~" Ohno sing-songs, huffs of laughter tickling the shell of Nino's ear, lips pressing gentle kisses into his hair. "Ni~no~"
"Fine." Nino sighs like he's about to face the worst battle of his life. "I'm not tired anymore anyway."
"Good," Jun says from the doorway with mock-cheer. "You can cook the omelets since I'm busy with pancakes and keeping Aiba away from the mix."
"I take that back, I can't move from bed."
Ohno strokes his back in consolation. "I'll draw on them when they're done."
In light of his more recent successes, no one seems to remember the time Sho nearly burned down the set trying to make rice, so when Ohno and Nino shuffle into the kitchen, fresh from their shower, their eggs are a curious mix of red and brown.
"I am not eating that," Nino says, and slaps at Ohno's hand that's been reaching for the pan. "You're not eating that either."
Jun glares at him from behind Aiba's flailing arms, 'let me help Jun-pon! I can make them better!' "It's your fault; I told you to make them."
"I was just trying to be creative!" Sho puts on his best wibble and Aiba pets his apprentice proudly on the back. "They're edible I swear!"
Sho has this innate ability to look good in all things girly and ruffled; Nino gives him a once over before turning on Jun, accusatory. "You let him just because he's naked under my apron, didn't you? :<"
Jun shifts his gaze away, poking at his batter. "... No."
Nino sighs, tugging at Sho's apron strings to relieve him of his duties. "Of course not. If I call delivery, you'll pay for it right?"
"No." Infinitely more stubborn this time and Jun waves his spatula threateningly.
"Maybe the rest of you should take your morning shower next," Ohno beams like the solve-all leader he is. "Breakfast is almost done right? Me and Nino-chan can take care of the rest."
Aiba flings his arms out excitedly, shirt disposed of with surprising speed. Jun gives him a suspicious look but follows Sho's newly bared chest out the kitchen.
Ohno shrugs, holding out the apron to Nino who glares again, but takes it anyway, slipping the ruffled yellow over his shoulders. With a grin Ohno well, Ohno gropes at Nino's ass first, then his hands slide up to help with the apron strings.
"Sneaky," says Nino, pouting.
"Nino looks best in the apron after all. ♥"
Twenty minutes later when their group shower is done--and it would have gone faster if they didn't have Aiba constantly trying to initiate sex in Nino's bathroom-- Jun is not very pleased there are distinctly no cooking noises and no smell of not-burnt-egg greeting him.
A glimpse out of the bathroom tells him enough-- Ohno is bent over Nino's back who is bent over the countertop-- and he groans in irritation, slumping against the tile wall.
"I knew we shouldn't have left them alone in there."
"What's wrong with a bit of kitchen sex?" Aiba asks, actually sounding curious and a bit insulted.
"It's unsanitary, first of all," Jun scowls.
"So if they were in a more sanitary place then it wouldn't be so bad?" Sho asks, adjusting the towel around his waist. Jun casts him a suspicious glance but nods. Sho grins. "A sanitary place like the bathroom?"
Aiba's excitement sparks with that and he's tugging Jun close without a second thought, hardly letting their lips touch before his tongue is seeking entrance.
"Mh!!" says Jun, running his hands over Aiba's ass in a clear attempt at pushing him away. He groans as Sho curls against his back and starts nipping at his neck.
"We can shower again," Sho says reasonably.
Jun has a feeling that even after all this the food won't be done.
"Ohno-san," Nino's slumped against his chest, thighs still parted around Ohno's lap. "Ohno-san, they're taking too long in the shower don't you think?"
"Last time I checked, Aiba's stamina is a lot longer than that." Ohno lights up and Nino gives a halfhearted groan as Ohno palms him through the stained apron. "Second round?"
Nino sighs and kisses away the wide grin Ohno has on, but lifts his hips anyway as Ohno smooths his hands down the curve of his ass. "At this rate, we're all going to starve. :("
They've just finished up round three when Ohno's stomach interrupts their relaxation with a loud growl. Both glance down at the protesting stomach, smoothing linked hands over it to calm it down.
"I'm really hungry," Ohno says sadly. "And now all the food is cold."
"Microwaves are a gift of the gods," Aiba enthuses in response, having caught the end of Ohno's complaints as he's ushered out of the bathroom.
"If you left any kind of mess in my shower..." Nino begins in warning.
Jun snorts and gives them a pointed glare. Ohno, with his hands palming high despite just complaining about being hungry, and Nino, with his legs still locked around Ohno's hips and still mostly splayed on the counter, purposely letting the strap of his apron slide over a shoulder.
"Yes, it's us that made the mess."
"I'll get a washcloth," Sho sighs.
saigo no yakusoku angst
When the trial ends it takes all of them to hold Goto back.
Goto has always been the most passionate of them all, always ready to fight for what he thought and take action if it means something is getting done. He's also the one with the shortest temper, the first to raise his fist.
But, today, after the trial, after hearing those words fall from that murderer's mouth ("Because it's an unlicensed drug, of course it would have those risks!"), Goto loses himself.
"I'll kill him!" he snarls, struggling against the arms holding him back. "I swear it, I'll fucking kill him!" And more than just trying to squirm out of the grip, Goto starts swinging. At his friends. "Let go! I'm gonna kill him!"
"Goto, stop!" Akira yells past his split lip and does his best to hang on. Goto would regret it. They all would. They all knew they would if they did something like that. "Someone help us out here!"
"I can't believe they're letting him go," Yukio hisses, just as angry at Goto but still mostly overwhelmed by shock. He isn't throwing any fits, but he isn't exactly helping anything either; Goto ends up fighting even more when he hears the crudely hidden hitch of voice.
"Goto!" Satoru hardly ever raises his voice, especially not to them, but now it seems to echo louder than before. Shoji is doing his best to help, but he's never been very good with physical battles so Satoru ends up taking more than one blow from Goto's elbows and fists.
"That's enough!" he snaps. It's not even irritation in his voice-- it's anger. Pure, unbridled anger. A firm tug jerks their center of balance and they stumble, Satoru's grip only tightening when they both hit the ground, quickly moving to straddle the other's waist. "Now isn't the time to lose it!"
"Then when?!" They're all hurting. They're all hurting so much. Akira closes his eyes and wishes they could go back to the match. But when he opens his eyes nothing has changed. The air is still thick with tension, everything is still a mess, and Higuita is still gone.
"When will it be right?" Goto grits out, furiously scrubbing at his eyes. "They're just letting him leave. He killed and he's still free. Satoru, when will it be right?!"
"Not anytime soon," Shoji answers, so softly that all eyes turn to him from the contrast. "But they will be." There's a fire in his eyes when he looks up, something Akira recognizes as Shoji's strategical mind working things over, slowly gathering things for a plan.
Yukio sucks in a breath and turns away from the courthouse. "Yeah," he agrees. "In time."
sho/aiba
Aiba's giggling is notorious throughout the entire company. High-pitched, loud, breathless, so honestly full of happiness that it ends up sending everyone around him into fits as well. He's earnest in everything he does, feels, so it's not wonder that his laughter is no different. (The juniors have a rumor whispered among them that once when Aiba-senpai giggled on-location a rainbow appeared.) And, much like his tension, his laughter never fades for long.
During lunch he laughs. At the taste, at Nino's disgruntled face because he has to eat, anything is enough to set him off until he's choking or spewing little bits of food around the room and being beaten by a disgusted Jun. During work he laughs. Between each click of the camera's shutter there's always something catching his smile--subsequently sending the photographer into a halfhearted lecture because while Aiba's smiles may be bright and made of sunshine, they are ruining the dark, sexy atmosphere of the shoot.
Though Sho's favorite time to hear Aiba laugh is in the morning. They're all mostly dead in the morning, but Aiba is the first to revive. He should probably be irritated (like MatsuJun) when his ears are raped by Aiba's loud voice as he steps into the dressing room, but he isn't. He's comforted. Tucking himself up against Aiba's side, Sho will sit for as long as he can, reading his newspaper and smiling whenever Aiba shifts or pesters him or shakes with the force of his own laughter.
Being in this industry means little to no privacy, though; Sho knew it was only a matter of time and changing camera angles before someone caught him staring. He doesn't know what kind of look he has on his face, but every time Aiba sees it and smiles at him like he's everything Sho decides yet again that any teasing is with this.
To even the balance, Sho takes to watching him on-camera too.
saigo no yakusoku thing where yuriko is actually the mastermind
"And the one commanding all of that... was my very own excellent subordinate, Yamagiwa-kun." The air in the room is heavy, thick with guilt and accusations, but still it makes the slow smile spreading across Shoji's face seem a touch disappointed. Yuriko glances his way, sure that he can feel the eyes on him as Okanaka lowers his voice. "Isn't that right?"
There's a breath of pure silence and Yuriko wonders if maybe they've really gotten away with the original intent or if Okanaka is just playing stupid to throw them off.
Shoji lets out a breath and frees himself from the ropes. "When did you realize?" he asks, and Yuriko can't bring herself to look up. She keeps her eyes trained on the floor, the wall--anywhere but at the 'terrorists' as they confirm everything.
It was the plan for them to take the blame; they get the truth, she gets her father to admit to his lies. She's spent so long convincing herself this was the right thing to do, that everyone would work out perfectly, but now that is she isn't sure she likes it.
They're taking credit for her plan; they're absolving her from all blame.
Her boys.
Everything is going without a hitch.
nino/masami
The inside of his apartment has never been very warm or comforting for him, it's always just been a place to sleep when work got too hard. It's just a small one-room place, gaming consoles and wires strewn in a corner and kitchen hardly ever stocked.
He doesn't eat much, ever, but when Masami comes over with groceries and a gentle smile he never skips out on lunch. They sit together, side-by-side, and take turns making gyoza, an occasional press of lips stalling the food preparations.
Nino doesn't eat a lot, and he still doesn't love his apartment, but when he's curled up beside Masami and they're laughing together as the gyoza cools Nino starts to think that maybe this is home.
"Um..." Ohno glances up at the voice, staring blankly for a second before his eyes register who's standing in front of him. He smiles.
"Morning, Chinen-kun."
"Good morning, Ohno-kun!" Chinen says, excitedly bowing and smiling so wide his face hurts. "Um. It's... uh... well, today..."
"Is that for me?" Ohno asks, bluntly, gesturing with a finger towards the gift bag Chinen has in hand. The gift bag covered in hearts and sparkles and rainbows and every shade of red and pink imaginable.
"Yes!" Chinen flushes. Eagerly, he presses the bag into Ohno's hands and bows a couple times. "I made them for you at home."
The bag isn't exactly heavy, but it's a lot more than what Ohno's gotten in the past. He blinks, pushes past all of the colored tissue paper, and pulls out a very large heart-shaped container. Filled with chocolate.
"Ah," says Ohno, opening the case and looking over the candy with a fond smile. "Thank you very much, Chinen-kun."
"It was my first time making chocolate," he admits. Just to get that little warning out in case they were strangely shaped or smelled weird or tasted too sweet. "But for Ohno-kun, I wanted to try!" He pauses. Flushes again. "Um, please try one!"
Ohno hums and takes a... dinosaur-shaped one He laughs. It's cute. So very cute. Halfway to his mouth, however, a weight settles on his back and a hand wraps around his wrist, guiding it away from his mouth. He blinks in confusion, glances over, and then suddenly there's a mouth and tongue sucking on his fingers.
Grinning, Nino scrapes his teeth along Ohno's fingers lightly, dragging his tongue along the skin with purpose. The heat is incredibly nice, especially when coupled with the view, but it's also incredibly distracting.
His chocolate is gone when Nino pulls back.
"Yum," says Nino as he licks his lips. He turns his gaze to a defeated Chinen and smiles sweetly. "I'll be sure to give you something back on White Day."
Ohno laughs quietly and holds up another chocolate.
As soon as AnAn is out, Nino has Sho-chan pinned to the couch, straddling him as he holds the photoshoot wide open.
"Nino? What are you -" and then he squeaks as his t-shirt is pulled above his head, cool fingers tickling down his sides. Swiftly followed by a sly tongue tracing the contours of his torso. Nino smirks as Sho-chan's muscles shift and tense beneath him.
Nino pulls back, stretching above him like an extremely satisfied cat. "I've decided; I'm eating chocolate off you next.
Somehow 'eat chocolate off of Sho' turns into 'lick chocolate from Nino's chest while fucking Aiba, who is sucking Nino, from behind'.
Sho isn't sure how he managed to get blessed with such luck, but he's a Keio graduate with a big, important degree and if college has taught him anything it's that he shouldn't ever question the better things in life.
He decides to take this as a reward for posing nearly nude and loses himself in Nino's salty-sweet skin.
Of all the things he could have expected when the other two started to drag him away to Ohno's hotel room, Nino tied, gagged, and drawn on like a canvas, bucking against Ohno's clever fingers, was not on his list.
However, he's not exactly surprised that this was his bandmate's idea of a Valentine's Day Chocolate Gift. He's also not surprised when Nino manages to move the gag part of the way out of his mouth, a slurred "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me now?" making its way to Jun's ears.
Jun smirks.
"Leader," he drawls. "I don't think Nino's gag is working right."
Ohno frowns and gives his wrist a twist, like pondering over things while giving someone a handjob was a normal thing for him (which wouldn't be too shocking if true). Nino jerks up with a gasp, a part of the chocolate art smearing along Ohno's elbow.
"I worked hard on that," Ohno pouts. He runs his hand up, through the mess of chocolate, and then back down lower, lower, and Nino moans shamelessly.
"We can remake it," Jun promises and climbs on the bed.
Except Ohno is too busy gagging Nino so Aiba takes over the bottle of chocolate instead.
The nozzle is quickly uncapped and Aiba drags sticky fingers down the lines of Sho's stomach, feather light as they trail lower. Sho jerks against the fingers that tighten at the base of his erection. Jun grins as he presses his mouth tote inside of his thigh, lapping at the chocolate, "Masaki, Sho smudged your drawing again!" Aiba giggles and teases more chocolate to Sho-chan's heated flesh.
Jun lifts his head, licking his lips with relish. "Ne, Captain, what do you think?"
Ohno only hums distractedly, fingers tangled up in Nino's hair. "Mm, that's really pretty," he says, but it's more directed to Nino's flushed cheeks, mouth red and swollen as he moans around him.
"Captain's not paying attention," Aiba laughs. "How're we gonna get his attention from Nino?"
"Fuck." Sho gasps, bucking again.
"We're not that far yet, Sho-chan." Aiba doesn't pause the motion of his hand as he mock-contemplates what to do, doing his best to keep the grin off his face as Sho starts grabbing at him.
Jun scowls and turns to the other two. Nothing much has changed since Jun last looked aside from Ohno scooting further up and straddling Nino's chest to get a better angle for Nino's mouth. Another second, another shift, and a small space opens up that Jun is quick to fill.
Nino grunts softly as another weight settles on top of him, just over his waist. He doesn't open his eyes, not yet, so Jun decides to give him a bit of incentive.
Ohno starts slightly when arms wrap around his waist, but he relaxes once Jun pulls him flush against his chest and starts lipping at his ear. Shuddering lightly, Ohno moans and rolls his hips.
Nino is quick to open his eyes.
"You shouldn't play favorites," Jun growls softly, once he's sure that he has their attention. His hands wander Ohno's chest idly, tracing ridges and bumps, but his eyes are locked with Nino's.
"I don't," Ohno mumbles. Jun tweaks a nipple in disagreement and Ohno gasps, his body pushing up into the touch. From beneath the two, Nino's battle with the fabric binding him has doubled and when it doesn't budge, he can't touch back; when Ohno ends up sliding out of his mouth and into Jun's taunting hands, low noises and friction just out of reach driving him crazy with want, Nino lets out a frustrated moan.
When later questioning arises about the dark stains and obvious marks all over their skin-- in noticeable places, god damn it, Nino--it is Jun who explains. Jun, who was not even a part of the whole mess.
"Valentines, juniors, chocolate," is all Jun says, and their manager sighs tiredly but otherwise says nothing, wordlessly handing them all their schedules for that week before wandering off in search of some aspirin.
After all, they'd been through the same routine last year.
even more orgy
In the limited space that their van provides them there really shouldn't be much room for all of them crowding around in the backseats, hands pressing against hands pressing against zippers that are quickly undone.
Do they really have to hurry? No. They've all been riding that edge of sexual tension for a week now, it wouldn't take but a well-placed hand, a slick slide of hips, and a low noise to get any of them off. They don't have to hurry. But they want to.
There's some merit in being the smallest (body-wise) of the group, Nino thinks to himself as he easily slides from between Jun and Sho to behind Ohno as the elder works his fingers inside of himself. He drops one kiss, another, loving the salty tang of sweat on his tongue.
When Aiba slides against him, pressing him forward and easily bending him over Ohno's bowed back, he's trapped between two people again. Nino savors the slow grind, the breathy whimpers, and pushes back with a taunting roll of his hips.
Slow is fine for now. After all, they've got some time to kill.
yunho/junsu
They've been together since they were kids, living together, working together, knowing certain thoughts without anything needing to be said. In a way, they're brothers. Yeah, the whole group is one family. Five brothers living together, sticking together through fun times and even harder ones.
But there's something in the way that Junsu and Yunho laugh together, the way they converse. It's something in the way they play-wrestle and roll together on the floor, pinning each other and cheating via tickling instead of just using muscle.
They're like real brothers, Changmin notes. Like real brothers, but if anyone sees them sneaking kisses between rehearsals or notices Junsu's mysteriously rumpled hair after the two take a quick break from recording, they don't say anything.
The other three mostly take to leering and making suggestive noises instead.
arashi/sho
When Sho walks in and sees a copy of AnAn sitting open on the table he very seriously considers just turning around and walking back out.
The fact that it was left in the open means that they're leaving him clues instead of waiting for him to figure it out, which means that they have something planned that they feel will succeed no matter what, which means that he is the sole target of this entire endeavor, which means that his shoot is the source of the trouble, which--
Oh.
Sho casts a glance over his shoulder, regarding the other four behind him with a curious expression. This happens every time a member does a revealing photoshoot--a group molestation must take place. Just the usual amount of cuddling (multiplied by four) with a bit of heavy petting between breaks on the side.
"Haven't we grown out of this routine yet?" Sho laughs.
Ohno smiles at him sweetly.
And then he locks the door.
Of course growing out of this routine isn't an option, Sho thinks to himself, attempting to distract himself from the way he's being stretched as Jun pushes inside of him. Of course it would only grow with them and expand into something a lot more than just handjobs inbetween job locations.
"Sho-chan," Aiba sing-songs at him, drawing him back from his inner distractions. "Sho-chan~"
"Focus," Nino gasps. His hips are steady as he lowers himself onto Sho's cock, even steadier when Jun wraps an arm around his waist and helps him down.
Sho moans around Aiba, the vibration sending Aiba into a fit of shivers that have his curling tighter in Sho's hair.
"How're things coming, Captain?" Jun asks with difficulty, hips twitching as he fights not to move.
Ohno takes in the sight with intense eyes, raking over body and body and body and body--
"Stay just like that," he breathes out. The sound of pencil on paper is like static in Sho's ears, soon joined by the faint noise of skin on skin that has Sho groaning. Ohno's jerking off and drawing them. Drawing him getting used in all way.
Or, mostly all ways.
Ohno sketches quickly as he works himself, but he abandons the project when Sho locks eyes with him and reaches out a free hand. There's still one thing Sho isn't doing right now, something he needs to do-- Sho still hasn't touched Ohno and it's not Arashi unless it's the five of them.
Ohno settles himself on the other side of Sho, switching between kissing Aiba and kissing Nino right in Sho's view, tongues working against each other in open mouths, and then Jun starts pushing.
Sho closes his eyes and starts memorizing.
sho/jun
People have always said there was an awkward atmosphere between Sho and Jun. Obviously people can't get something out of nothing, and yes, it was there sometimes.
But people also can't see what the rest of Arashi see.
When everything is behind the scenes and the cameras are cut and nearly everyone has gone, the two are still smiling, still talking, not too far off from what they'd just been presenting to fans, it's there between them-- this not so awkward atmosphere.
When they stay at hotels for concerts and end up bunking together even though it's Nino rooming with Sho and Jun sharing space with Aiba and Ohno. There's drinking, joking, stripping, and soon even a bit of activity that ends up running the others to another room for more gaming tournaments--and it's not so much awkward as it is embarrassing because the three idiots always end up creeping just outside the door.
The only awkward atmosphere between Sho and Jun now comes when they're having a moment in the dressing room, when they think they're alone, and it turns out that their manager is sitting at the back of the room. Sho and Jun will make a point of inconspicuously sitting away from each other; Nino will make a point of laughing in their faces for still having any semblance of dignity after being stocking'd for ten years.
yoochun/changmin
Despite not being of the specified faith, he always seems to run into Changmin at church and it's always right after Changmin's last delivery before his break.
"We get a lot of flower deliveries for churches," Changmin explains.
"I thought you were doing it so you could see me again." Yoochun laughs when Changmin does, enjoying the way his eyes are so scrunched. "After all," he continues with an air of importance. "you're my guardian angel, right?"
"Here to make sure that hyung doesn't drink himself into a stupor and drown in his vomit again?" Changmin snorts. "What'll you do when school starts back up for me again?"
Yoochun shrugs. "No choice but to follow you to class, right?"
"..." says Changmin.
"Would you rather me say that 'hit on the new delivery boy'?" Yoochun asks, adding in an expression of mock-insult. "Because as much as I'd like you in my bed, I'm not sure how I feel about you wanting me to seduce your replacement."
"What the hell," Changmin cackles. "Hyung, are you sure you're not drunk right now?"
"I don't need to be drunk to say corny pick-up lines," Yoochun says. He supposes it's the pride in his voice that makes Changmin crack up even harder.
Cue lightbulb.
"That reminds me! Your twentieth is coming up soon, right?" Yoochun smiles at the nod he receives and puts on his best expression of promising. "Let's go drinking. At my house. We can even share my best porno."
Yoochun prays the pause that follows is a contemplative one.
And then Changmin hums thoughtfully. "Will there be strip poker?" he asks innocently.
Inwardly, Yoochun thanks the lord for granting him this chance.
But to seal the deal, he even promises pizza.
more ueda/girl!ryo
Ueda is unpacking his bag when he hears the door of the dressing room slide shut and the latch click into place.
"What do you want now?" He sighs, not bothering to look up, because of course the only one who would do something stupid like that is Ryo.
"Tch, not very grateful, are you?" A distinctly higher-pitched voice sneers. Ueda does not remember Ryo sounding like that. He also does not remember ever seeing a Ryo will a full rack. Dressed in tight leather, with an exposing top. And boots.
"How," Ueda thinks to ask, but the rest of the question drops off somewhere. "Uh."
Ryo starts laughing. "Attractive," he wheezes. "You look like a fish with your face like that, Princess."
"How?"
"Beats me," Ryo shrugs. "It was hell getting into this outfit, but your face made it all worth it. I knew leather and thick eyeliner would get you worked up."
Ueda lets himself stare for a moment. And then he remembers that the door is locked.
"You're very right," he says, keeping his voice even as he steps up. A very minuscule smile slides onto his face when Ryo's laughter trails off and he (--she backs up slightly). "But you seem to have forgotten that you locked yourself in here."
Ryo glances over at the door, then back at Ueda. It's obvious that he knows what Ueda is insinuating, there's no way he can't know with the way space is growing increasingly thinner between them.
A slow smile spreads over Ryo's face once (s)he's got Ueda pressed close.
"Now this is more like it."
jaejoong/changmin
One-touch has always been a codeword for them. Not in the way that 'lampshade' is a safety word for S&M couples or whatever, but still. It's a codeword.
It's also a game.
On-screen, One-Touch is a game of amusing violence where they proceed to smack each other around. The winner in this game isn't who receives the scolding, but who manages to hit last. On-screen, Jaejoong wins this game a lot because Changmin still likes to hold on to his 'I am the poor baby, please side with me' disfuction while meanwhile Jaejoong is too busy laughing and having fun with his victory to care that he comes off as a bully.
Off-screen, it's a little bit different. It's not about hitting so much as it is about teasing. When Jaejoong passes Changmin in the hallway and slides a hand up his shirt, that is one-touch; when Changmin gives Jaejoong's ass a firm slap-and-squeeze after raiding the fridge, that is one-touch. The first one to break is the loser.
It's needless to say, but off-screen? Changmin wins. A lot.
sleepy arashi that turned into more porn
BEEP BEEP BEEP goes the alarm on Nino's bedside table. The same one that's been going off for the past twenty minutes, silenced each time by a different hand.
First it was Nino, because he's always quick at getting up in the mornings even if his mind is a bit slow catching up. He was the one to turn it off first, but everything around him was still so warm and so comfortable that he ended up falling back asleep without even moving his hand from the table.
Jun was the one to shut it off next, bitching quietly to himself the entire time. There was fumbling, a soft thud that Nino thinks might have been Jun dropping to the ground after trying to stand on a numb leg, and then silence. Nino went back to sleep.
The third time is only Aiba's charm, which explains why Aiba is the next one to face off with the annoying thing. Mornings still aren't his thing, just like everyone else in the group, so he ends up stepping on Nino's arm in his journey across the bed and mumbling something that might have been an apology unaccepted if Nino had actually been more alive.
Nino only remembers Sho turning it off the fourth time because it rings for ten minutes and then make a sharp ting as it hits the opposite wall. Where it continues to ring until Sho rolls out of bed with a groan and stumbles over to blindly slap at it until it turns off.
And so BEEP BEEP BEEP goes the alarm on Nino's bedside table. The same one that's been going off for the past twenty minutes, silenced each time by a different hand.
This time it's Ohno's turn, and, like everything else that the man does, he's quiet in the way he shuffles the blankets aside and turns the alarm off completely. The silence is nice even if Nino is missing his personal body pillow right now. It's with great hesitation that he cracks an eye open though, reluctant to pull himself out of his warm bed with its rumpled sheets and massive horde of pillows.
Ohno is smiling at him softly when he opens his eyes. "Mornin'," he says.
"No," Nino whines. He's being a brat, yes, but it's six in the morning so fuck caring right now. Nino petulantly shuts his eyes and rolls over.
"Nino~" Ohno sing-songs, huffs of laughter tickling the shell of Nino's ear, lips pressing gentle kisses into his hair. "Ni~no~"
"Fine." Nino sighs like he's about to face the worst battle of his life. "I'm not tired anymore anyway."
"Good," Jun says from the doorway with mock-cheer. "You can cook the omelets since I'm busy with pancakes and keeping Aiba away from the mix."
"I take that back, I can't move from bed."
Ohno strokes his back in consolation. "I'll draw on them when they're done."
In light of his more recent successes, no one seems to remember the time Sho nearly burned down the set trying to make rice, so when Ohno and Nino shuffle into the kitchen, fresh from their shower, their eggs are a curious mix of red and brown.
"I am not eating that," Nino says, and slaps at Ohno's hand that's been reaching for the pan. "You're not eating that either."
Jun glares at him from behind Aiba's flailing arms, 'let me help Jun-pon! I can make them better!' "It's your fault; I told you to make them."
"I was just trying to be creative!" Sho puts on his best wibble and Aiba pets his apprentice proudly on the back. "They're edible I swear!"
Sho has this innate ability to look good in all things girly and ruffled; Nino gives him a once over before turning on Jun, accusatory. "You let him just because he's naked under my apron, didn't you? :<"
Jun shifts his gaze away, poking at his batter. "... No."
Nino sighs, tugging at Sho's apron strings to relieve him of his duties. "Of course not. If I call delivery, you'll pay for it right?"
"No." Infinitely more stubborn this time and Jun waves his spatula threateningly.
"Maybe the rest of you should take your morning shower next," Ohno beams like the solve-all leader he is. "Breakfast is almost done right? Me and Nino-chan can take care of the rest."
Aiba flings his arms out excitedly, shirt disposed of with surprising speed. Jun gives him a suspicious look but follows Sho's newly bared chest out the kitchen.
Ohno shrugs, holding out the apron to Nino who glares again, but takes it anyway, slipping the ruffled yellow over his shoulders. With a grin Ohno well, Ohno gropes at Nino's ass first, then his hands slide up to help with the apron strings.
"Sneaky," says Nino, pouting.
"Nino looks best in the apron after all. ♥"
Twenty minutes later when their group shower is done--and it would have gone faster if they didn't have Aiba constantly trying to initiate sex in Nino's bathroom-- Jun is not very pleased there are distinctly no cooking noises and no smell of not-burnt-egg greeting him.
A glimpse out of the bathroom tells him enough-- Ohno is bent over Nino's back who is bent over the countertop-- and he groans in irritation, slumping against the tile wall.
"I knew we shouldn't have left them alone in there."
"What's wrong with a bit of kitchen sex?" Aiba asks, actually sounding curious and a bit insulted.
"It's unsanitary, first of all," Jun scowls.
"So if they were in a more sanitary place then it wouldn't be so bad?" Sho asks, adjusting the towel around his waist. Jun casts him a suspicious glance but nods. Sho grins. "A sanitary place like the bathroom?"
Aiba's excitement sparks with that and he's tugging Jun close without a second thought, hardly letting their lips touch before his tongue is seeking entrance.
"Mh!!" says Jun, running his hands over Aiba's ass in a clear attempt at pushing him away. He groans as Sho curls against his back and starts nipping at his neck.
"We can shower again," Sho says reasonably.
Jun has a feeling that even after all this the food won't be done.
"Ohno-san," Nino's slumped against his chest, thighs still parted around Ohno's lap. "Ohno-san, they're taking too long in the shower don't you think?"
"Last time I checked, Aiba's stamina is a lot longer than that." Ohno lights up and Nino gives a halfhearted groan as Ohno palms him through the stained apron. "Second round?"
Nino sighs and kisses away the wide grin Ohno has on, but lifts his hips anyway as Ohno smooths his hands down the curve of his ass. "At this rate, we're all going to starve. :("
They've just finished up round three when Ohno's stomach interrupts their relaxation with a loud growl. Both glance down at the protesting stomach, smoothing linked hands over it to calm it down.
"I'm really hungry," Ohno says sadly. "And now all the food is cold."
"Microwaves are a gift of the gods," Aiba enthuses in response, having caught the end of Ohno's complaints as he's ushered out of the bathroom.
"If you left any kind of mess in my shower..." Nino begins in warning.
Jun snorts and gives them a pointed glare. Ohno, with his hands palming high despite just complaining about being hungry, and Nino, with his legs still locked around Ohno's hips and still mostly splayed on the counter, purposely letting the strap of his apron slide over a shoulder.
"Yes, it's us that made the mess."
"I'll get a washcloth," Sho sighs.
saigo no yakusoku angst
When the trial ends it takes all of them to hold Goto back.
Goto has always been the most passionate of them all, always ready to fight for what he thought and take action if it means something is getting done. He's also the one with the shortest temper, the first to raise his fist.
But, today, after the trial, after hearing those words fall from that murderer's mouth ("Because it's an unlicensed drug, of course it would have those risks!"), Goto loses himself.
"I'll kill him!" he snarls, struggling against the arms holding him back. "I swear it, I'll fucking kill him!" And more than just trying to squirm out of the grip, Goto starts swinging. At his friends. "Let go! I'm gonna kill him!"
"Goto, stop!" Akira yells past his split lip and does his best to hang on. Goto would regret it. They all would. They all knew they would if they did something like that. "Someone help us out here!"
"I can't believe they're letting him go," Yukio hisses, just as angry at Goto but still mostly overwhelmed by shock. He isn't throwing any fits, but he isn't exactly helping anything either; Goto ends up fighting even more when he hears the crudely hidden hitch of voice.
"Goto!" Satoru hardly ever raises his voice, especially not to them, but now it seems to echo louder than before. Shoji is doing his best to help, but he's never been very good with physical battles so Satoru ends up taking more than one blow from Goto's elbows and fists.
"That's enough!" he snaps. It's not even irritation in his voice-- it's anger. Pure, unbridled anger. A firm tug jerks their center of balance and they stumble, Satoru's grip only tightening when they both hit the ground, quickly moving to straddle the other's waist. "Now isn't the time to lose it!"
"Then when?!" They're all hurting. They're all hurting so much. Akira closes his eyes and wishes they could go back to the match. But when he opens his eyes nothing has changed. The air is still thick with tension, everything is still a mess, and Higuita is still gone.
"When will it be right?" Goto grits out, furiously scrubbing at his eyes. "They're just letting him leave. He killed and he's still free. Satoru, when will it be right?!"
"Not anytime soon," Shoji answers, so softly that all eyes turn to him from the contrast. "But they will be." There's a fire in his eyes when he looks up, something Akira recognizes as Shoji's strategical mind working things over, slowly gathering things for a plan.
Yukio sucks in a breath and turns away from the courthouse. "Yeah," he agrees. "In time."
sho/aiba
Aiba's giggling is notorious throughout the entire company. High-pitched, loud, breathless, so honestly full of happiness that it ends up sending everyone around him into fits as well. He's earnest in everything he does, feels, so it's not wonder that his laughter is no different. (The juniors have a rumor whispered among them that once when Aiba-senpai giggled on-location a rainbow appeared.) And, much like his tension, his laughter never fades for long.
During lunch he laughs. At the taste, at Nino's disgruntled face because he has to eat, anything is enough to set him off until he's choking or spewing little bits of food around the room and being beaten by a disgusted Jun. During work he laughs. Between each click of the camera's shutter there's always something catching his smile--subsequently sending the photographer into a halfhearted lecture because while Aiba's smiles may be bright and made of sunshine, they are ruining the dark, sexy atmosphere of the shoot.
Though Sho's favorite time to hear Aiba laugh is in the morning. They're all mostly dead in the morning, but Aiba is the first to revive. He should probably be irritated (like MatsuJun) when his ears are raped by Aiba's loud voice as he steps into the dressing room, but he isn't. He's comforted. Tucking himself up against Aiba's side, Sho will sit for as long as he can, reading his newspaper and smiling whenever Aiba shifts or pesters him or shakes with the force of his own laughter.
Being in this industry means little to no privacy, though; Sho knew it was only a matter of time and changing camera angles before someone caught him staring. He doesn't know what kind of look he has on his face, but every time Aiba sees it and smiles at him like he's everything Sho decides yet again that any teasing is with this.
To even the balance, Sho takes to watching him on-camera too.
saigo no yakusoku thing where yuriko is actually the mastermind
"And the one commanding all of that... was my very own excellent subordinate, Yamagiwa-kun." The air in the room is heavy, thick with guilt and accusations, but still it makes the slow smile spreading across Shoji's face seem a touch disappointed. Yuriko glances his way, sure that he can feel the eyes on him as Okanaka lowers his voice. "Isn't that right?"
There's a breath of pure silence and Yuriko wonders if maybe they've really gotten away with the original intent or if Okanaka is just playing stupid to throw them off.
Shoji lets out a breath and frees himself from the ropes. "When did you realize?" he asks, and Yuriko can't bring herself to look up. She keeps her eyes trained on the floor, the wall--anywhere but at the 'terrorists' as they confirm everything.
It was the plan for them to take the blame; they get the truth, she gets her father to admit to his lies. She's spent so long convincing herself this was the right thing to do, that everyone would work out perfectly, but now that is she isn't sure she likes it.
They're taking credit for her plan; they're absolving her from all blame.
Her boys.
Everything is going without a hitch.
nino/masami
The inside of his apartment has never been very warm or comforting for him, it's always just been a place to sleep when work got too hard. It's just a small one-room place, gaming consoles and wires strewn in a corner and kitchen hardly ever stocked.
He doesn't eat much, ever, but when Masami comes over with groceries and a gentle smile he never skips out on lunch. They sit together, side-by-side, and take turns making gyoza, an occasional press of lips stalling the food preparations.
Nino doesn't eat a lot, and he still doesn't love his apartment, but when he's curled up beside Masami and they're laughing together as the gyoza cools Nino starts to think that maybe this is home.