Enticement
Title: Enticement [One-shot until after I finish my other fics]
Author: Masuhisa
Rating: NC-16
Pairing: Matsumiya
Summary: Nino is a private investigator who flirts with disloyal husbands giving grounds for wives for divorce
Disclaimer: Oh seriously, the sun rising from the west has a better chance of happening than this.
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Ninomiya Kazunari has never met his date in person, but he knew had brown-black eyes, black hair, a lean build and a total bastard.
At least let him be tall, please. He pushed the oak door open and scanned the room. To his relief, he wasn’t an early bird. He smoothed down his translucent white dress shirt, and after much hesitation, unbuttoned two more buttons for good measure, and pulled his skinny jeans down further, so it barely rested on his slender hips, careful not to ruin the tape around his thighs.
Nino went to the bar, ordered lemoned water and brought it to his preferred table in the corner facing the door with the light behind him..
It was the third time that week he had been in Bar PIKA☆NCHI and he was starting to wonder if the staff thought he was desperate, a whore, or both. He didn’t like being here and would have preferred to go somewhere else, but Jun was the one who suggested this place in his emails.
Bar PIKA☆NCHI was fine, Nino didn’t want to risk Jun getting cold feet from any unfamiliar surroundings. It had taken him a hell of time to set this up and under no circumstances would he let things not go according to plan.
He checked the watch on his phone although he knew he was 3 minutes to seven. Nino could do the shirt, he could do the skinny jeans, but the line had to drawn at the make-up. No way was he getting that stuff on his face. They were hell to get off.
When he looked up, there he was coming through the door.
He stopped, surveyed the room, spotted him and made a beeline to the table.
“Kazu?”
“Yes,” Nino stood. Instead of shaking his hand, Jun kissed him on that part of his face in between his cheek and his lips. He wasn’t tall. Okay, he was taller than Nino, but Nino wasn’t that tall either.
“You smell nice,” said Nino, making Jun look pleased with himself. Nino guessed Jun believed the shit she had written to him online.
“You’re even more beautiful in person,” he said, “would you like a drink?”
“It’s okay,”
“I insist,”
Nino watched him go up to the bar. He was wearing a plain office shirt with a stripped tie and black jeans, both fashionable enough.
Jun returned with two glasses of red wine, “cheers,” he said, raising the glass it his right while sliding the other across the table to Nino. Nino pretended to grin and drank his lemon water.
“I’m glad you agreed to meet me,” said Nino
“You asked so nicely,”
Nino laughed, “I didn’t want to wait another day of emailing and chatting online,” he said truthfully. Nino fluttered his eyelashes and decided to pretend to take a long swig of the red wine. The combined movement looked so good. Nino saw Jun noticed but didn’t take it further.
“So what do you do for a living?” asked Nino, hoping to get some information.
“I’m in a band,”
“Really? How exciting! Do you travel a lot?”
Nino thought he sounded like a bimbo, and this was getting him nowhere because Jun immediately launched into a tale about one of his concerts instead of flirting with him, or even better, suggesting they get to know each other better.
“Oooh, what was the stage like?” he bimboed.
Nino wondered how Jin managed to stand someone like him. Well, it wasn’t Jin himself who hired him, but rather his father Mr Akanishi.
“I don’t trust him,” Mr Akanishi had said after a round of polite greetings. Jin merely shook his head in his hands.
“He’s just busy,” said Jin, coming to Jun’s defense at once, “it’s part of his job to socialize,”
“Nobody’s going to take my son for a fool!” yelled Mr Akanishi, banging his fist against the table.
“But I love him!” insisted Jin.
Mr Akanishi ignored his son and looked straight at Nino, “get some evidence that he had been cheating on my son, one way or another,”
One way or another. Nino really wished it was the former.
“What about you?” asked Jun, taking another sip of wine, “do you travel much,”
“No, I’ve hardly leave Tokyo,” he said, hoping Jun would offer to whisk him away for a dirty weekend like what he did with tons of other people.
Nino didn’t particularly want to know about Jun’s dirty history, now feeling pity for the son of her client, but that’s his job and they were paying him good money for it. Nino had followed Jun, stalked him, took photographs of him with other men and women. He had even hacked into his computer and printed out transcripts of his conversations with god knows who and dating sites.
“This doesn’t prove his was cheating,” Jin had said the moment he finished reading, “the conversations don’t show any signs of seduction,”
Nino remembered suppressing his urge to roll his eyes. Jin was either stupid or desperate. So another round of getting evidence was in order. Using a fake identity, Nino went onto the dating sites Jun visited and stalked him there as well. He had printed their conversations for them as well, but Jin simply shook his head and stood up for Jun.
“Nobody does that to my Jin,” exclaimed Mr Akanishi, “You better get him good!”
“I’ll get him good,” assured Nino, watching the pair leave.
Now in Bar PIKA☆NCHI, wearing a voice recorder tapped to the inside of his thighs and a scandalous outfit he wouldn’t be caught dead in, Nino smiled at Jun’s words.
“Tell me, Jun,” began Nino, leaning forward to expose his collarbones, “what would you do if you met the right person?”
“Well,” he said, licking his lips, “I’ll bring him to a nice Italian restaurant. There’s one down the road,”
“Shall we?” asked Nino, raising his eyebrows seductively.
“Why not?”
“I’ll just be gone a sec,” said Nino, heading towards the restroom. If the voice recorder and video camera were going to be needed the whole night, he needed to replace the batteries. They were starting to itch too.
Tape adjusted, batteries changed, Nino leaned against the sink and studies himself in the mirror. The reflection looked nothing like him. It was just a mask. Just a mask he used.
“Are you alright?” asked a voice.
There standing behind him was Jun. Oh yes! He was the have-a-quick-one-in-the-toilet type.
“You did take quite a gulp of the wine,” he said, approaching him, “do you feel light headed?”
He wanted him to be lightheaded.
“Yes,” mumbled Nino, trying to slur his speech. Jun came up behind him. Nino watched his moves through the mirror. Hands on Nino’s hips, Jun said, “you’re beautiful. I can see why you thought I’ll be tempted,” fiddling with Nino’s belt, “Are you feeling dizzy? Is it difficult to stand?”
Nino nodded, too disgusted to even speak. So he spiked his drink? He was right about Jun being a bastard.
“Don’t worry,” Jun whispered into his ear, his hands snaking up and down his legs, barely missing the wires, “I’ll be nice,”
Nino could and wanted to end it, but one more second, just one. He could do this.
“I know who you are,” murmured Jun, stroking the insides of Nino’s thigh, just above the voice recorder, “my idiot father-in-law hired you, didn’t he?”
He licked Nino’s neck, his spidery hands followed the wire up his body as he grinded his erection against Nino’s back.
“Maybe I should get rid of the camera,” Jun said, now caressing Nino’s ass, “second thought, I want you to watch this and see what you made me do,”
He pulled his pants down.
“Don’t,” slurred Nino, trying with all his might to resist letting the cat out of the bag by elbowing Jun. He needed the evidence. As long as he didn’t have proof that Jun wanted sex, the case couldn’t be closed.
Nino heard his shirt buttons snapping. Evidence. Evidence. Wait until the last possible minute. Nino gripped the sink and gathered all his will power to not kick Jun’s ass.
“You deserve his,” moaned Jun, voice drowned with lust and hands roaming inside Nino’s boxers, “you little slut,”
That was the last straw.
Yanking his arms upwards, Nino drove his elbow into Jun’s stomach. Jun doubled over in pain, giving Nino just the opportunity to deliver a punch to his face.
“My mistake,” Nino said to the delirious Jun, pulling his jeans up and re-buttoning his shirt, “I thought you were just a bastard,”
Nino unlocked the door and allowed the police in. Thank goodness for backups. Nino watched the fuming Jun being hauled off by two policemen.
“I’ll get you for this,” mouthed Jun.
Author: Masuhisa
Rating: NC-16
Pairing: Matsumiya
Summary: Nino is a private investigator who flirts with disloyal husbands giving grounds for wives for divorce
Disclaimer: Oh seriously, the sun rising from the west has a better chance of happening than this.
~*~*~*~*~
Ninomiya Kazunari has never met his date in person, but he knew had brown-black eyes, black hair, a lean build and a total bastard.
At least let him be tall, please. He pushed the oak door open and scanned the room. To his relief, he wasn’t an early bird. He smoothed down his translucent white dress shirt, and after much hesitation, unbuttoned two more buttons for good measure, and pulled his skinny jeans down further, so it barely rested on his slender hips, careful not to ruin the tape around his thighs.
Nino went to the bar, ordered lemoned water and brought it to his preferred table in the corner facing the door with the light behind him..
It was the third time that week he had been in Bar PIKA☆NCHI and he was starting to wonder if the staff thought he was desperate, a whore, or both. He didn’t like being here and would have preferred to go somewhere else, but Jun was the one who suggested this place in his emails.
Bar PIKA☆NCHI was fine, Nino didn’t want to risk Jun getting cold feet from any unfamiliar surroundings. It had taken him a hell of time to set this up and under no circumstances would he let things not go according to plan.
He checked the watch on his phone although he knew he was 3 minutes to seven. Nino could do the shirt, he could do the skinny jeans, but the line had to drawn at the make-up. No way was he getting that stuff on his face. They were hell to get off.
When he looked up, there he was coming through the door.
He stopped, surveyed the room, spotted him and made a beeline to the table.
“Kazu?”
“Yes,” Nino stood. Instead of shaking his hand, Jun kissed him on that part of his face in between his cheek and his lips. He wasn’t tall. Okay, he was taller than Nino, but Nino wasn’t that tall either.
“You smell nice,” said Nino, making Jun look pleased with himself. Nino guessed Jun believed the shit she had written to him online.
“You’re even more beautiful in person,” he said, “would you like a drink?”
“It’s okay,”
“I insist,”
Nino watched him go up to the bar. He was wearing a plain office shirt with a stripped tie and black jeans, both fashionable enough.
Jun returned with two glasses of red wine, “cheers,” he said, raising the glass it his right while sliding the other across the table to Nino. Nino pretended to grin and drank his lemon water.
“I’m glad you agreed to meet me,” said Nino
“You asked so nicely,”
Nino laughed, “I didn’t want to wait another day of emailing and chatting online,” he said truthfully. Nino fluttered his eyelashes and decided to pretend to take a long swig of the red wine. The combined movement looked so good. Nino saw Jun noticed but didn’t take it further.
“So what do you do for a living?” asked Nino, hoping to get some information.
“I’m in a band,”
“Really? How exciting! Do you travel a lot?”
Nino thought he sounded like a bimbo, and this was getting him nowhere because Jun immediately launched into a tale about one of his concerts instead of flirting with him, or even better, suggesting they get to know each other better.
“Oooh, what was the stage like?” he bimboed.
Nino wondered how Jin managed to stand someone like him. Well, it wasn’t Jin himself who hired him, but rather his father Mr Akanishi.
“I don’t trust him,” Mr Akanishi had said after a round of polite greetings. Jin merely shook his head in his hands.
“He’s just busy,” said Jin, coming to Jun’s defense at once, “it’s part of his job to socialize,”
“Nobody’s going to take my son for a fool!” yelled Mr Akanishi, banging his fist against the table.
“But I love him!” insisted Jin.
Mr Akanishi ignored his son and looked straight at Nino, “get some evidence that he had been cheating on my son, one way or another,”
One way or another. Nino really wished it was the former.
“What about you?” asked Jun, taking another sip of wine, “do you travel much,”
“No, I’ve hardly leave Tokyo,” he said, hoping Jun would offer to whisk him away for a dirty weekend like what he did with tons of other people.
Nino didn’t particularly want to know about Jun’s dirty history, now feeling pity for the son of her client, but that’s his job and they were paying him good money for it. Nino had followed Jun, stalked him, took photographs of him with other men and women. He had even hacked into his computer and printed out transcripts of his conversations with god knows who and dating sites.
“This doesn’t prove his was cheating,” Jin had said the moment he finished reading, “the conversations don’t show any signs of seduction,”
Nino remembered suppressing his urge to roll his eyes. Jin was either stupid or desperate. So another round of getting evidence was in order. Using a fake identity, Nino went onto the dating sites Jun visited and stalked him there as well. He had printed their conversations for them as well, but Jin simply shook his head and stood up for Jun.
“Nobody does that to my Jin,” exclaimed Mr Akanishi, “You better get him good!”
“I’ll get him good,” assured Nino, watching the pair leave.
Now in Bar PIKA☆NCHI, wearing a voice recorder tapped to the inside of his thighs and a scandalous outfit he wouldn’t be caught dead in, Nino smiled at Jun’s words.
“Tell me, Jun,” began Nino, leaning forward to expose his collarbones, “what would you do if you met the right person?”
“Well,” he said, licking his lips, “I’ll bring him to a nice Italian restaurant. There’s one down the road,”
“Shall we?” asked Nino, raising his eyebrows seductively.
“Why not?”
“I’ll just be gone a sec,” said Nino, heading towards the restroom. If the voice recorder and video camera were going to be needed the whole night, he needed to replace the batteries. They were starting to itch too.
Tape adjusted, batteries changed, Nino leaned against the sink and studies himself in the mirror. The reflection looked nothing like him. It was just a mask. Just a mask he used.
“Are you alright?” asked a voice.
There standing behind him was Jun. Oh yes! He was the have-a-quick-one-in-the-toilet type.
“You did take quite a gulp of the wine,” he said, approaching him, “do you feel light headed?”
He wanted him to be lightheaded.
“Yes,” mumbled Nino, trying to slur his speech. Jun came up behind him. Nino watched his moves through the mirror. Hands on Nino’s hips, Jun said, “you’re beautiful. I can see why you thought I’ll be tempted,” fiddling with Nino’s belt, “Are you feeling dizzy? Is it difficult to stand?”
Nino nodded, too disgusted to even speak. So he spiked his drink? He was right about Jun being a bastard.
“Don’t worry,” Jun whispered into his ear, his hands snaking up and down his legs, barely missing the wires, “I’ll be nice,”
Nino could and wanted to end it, but one more second, just one. He could do this.
“I know who you are,” murmured Jun, stroking the insides of Nino’s thigh, just above the voice recorder, “my idiot father-in-law hired you, didn’t he?”
He licked Nino’s neck, his spidery hands followed the wire up his body as he grinded his erection against Nino’s back.
“Maybe I should get rid of the camera,” Jun said, now caressing Nino’s ass, “second thought, I want you to watch this and see what you made me do,”
He pulled his pants down.
“Don’t,” slurred Nino, trying with all his might to resist letting the cat out of the bag by elbowing Jun. He needed the evidence. As long as he didn’t have proof that Jun wanted sex, the case couldn’t be closed.
Nino heard his shirt buttons snapping. Evidence. Evidence. Wait until the last possible minute. Nino gripped the sink and gathered all his will power to not kick Jun’s ass.
“You deserve his,” moaned Jun, voice drowned with lust and hands roaming inside Nino’s boxers, “you little slut,”
That was the last straw.
Yanking his arms upwards, Nino drove his elbow into Jun’s stomach. Jun doubled over in pain, giving Nino just the opportunity to deliver a punch to his face.
“My mistake,” Nino said to the delirious Jun, pulling his jeans up and re-buttoning his shirt, “I thought you were just a bastard,”
Nino unlocked the door and allowed the police in. Thank goodness for backups. Nino watched the fuming Jun being hauled off by two policemen.
“I’ll get you for this,” mouthed Jun.