Greed [One-shot]
Summary: When excessive craving takes control…
Disclaimer: Don’t own, all fiction. I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE THIS ON HIS BDAY!!!
Light bounced off his perfect skin as it was captured by the lens of a professional camera. The soft sheet rustled as he shifted his position for each new pose. His hands trailed up his bare body, showing off his toned abs, to his chin as he flashed the camera a lusty smile. It was photo shoots like these which made fans squeal at the top of their lungs.
He loved it.
He loved every single bit of attention which was receiving. He knew the moment this photo shoot was published in the magazines, every single issue would be bought like hot cakes during the winter season and tons of fans would drool over his hot body. He wasn’t complaining. Shoots like these were fan baits, and he was going to do anything to reel in more and more fans.
Some would think having a fan base of god knows how many million was enough, but he refused to stop there. The more the merrier, he always thought. With more fans, comes more fame. With more fame comes more power. With more power comes more attention. But he wasn’t seeking just any attention.
Just attention from one person.
Matsumoto Jun bowed to the photographer as he declared that the shoot was done. As usual, the shoot had gone smoothly. The photographer did nothing but capture his good side. What was he saying? Every side of him is good. Good, sexy and absolutely attention worth.
Jun could not wait for that issue to be published. It was one of his best works so far. He could not wait for that one person to see it. To see how superb he was. To fall madly in love with him.
Ninomiya Kazunari.
Those two words flashed in his head as a smirk crept up Jun’s flawless face. Ninomiya Kazunari, Arashi’s gamer, the actor with the big caramel eyes and the lovely delectable lips. He was the one who Jun wanted the most.
It was unfair and cruel that the rest of Arashi had Nino except him. Nino would always ask Sho for any help or advice. Nino would always play with Aiba. Nino would always snuggle with Ohno on the couch. But never did anything special with him.
Yup, it was definitely not fair. If the rest could have Nino, Jun wanted him to.
He had tried all sort of ways to get Nino to notice him. He had worked so hard to become more popular so that Nino would finally acknowledge him. But all his plans went down the drain.
Jun hailed a cab and gave the driver Nino’s address, Arashi was supposed to have a meeting there. When he got to Nino’s place, he opened the unlocked door, and was greeted by a chorus of voices. Ohno’s voice. Sho’s voice. Aiba’s voice.
What about Nino’s?!
“Oh! Hi Jun-kun!” smiled Nino, looking up from his music sheet just for a split second to greet him. Out of obligation.
Hi Jun-kun? Hi Jun-kun! That was all he got?! All the hard work and the only form of recognition Jun got from Nino was a three word sentence? This is outrageous!
“I’m hungry!” whined Aiba, “anybody up for lunch?”
Jun has a feeling something good is going to happen.
Aiba dragged Ohno and Sho saying something about how Nino’s fridge was empty, leaving him and Nino behind, mainly because Aiba only had two arms and Ohno and Sho were the closest, and also because Sho insisted Nino had work to do and Jun needed to rest.
Just what he need. Him, Nino, alone.
Seeing Nino alone on the big couch, Jun couldn’t help up think how adorably cute the gamer was. Jun wanted him. He wanted him so badly. He desperately wanted him.
His want took over his body.
Jun sat himself beside Nino. Right beside him so that there was absolutely no space in between them.
“Jun?” Nino gave him a quizzical look.
The way Nino’s eyelashes fluttered with he looked his way was so delectable. The way Nino’s lips pouted was so appetizing. The last shred of Jun’s self control disappeared like the morning mist as lust took over.
Like a hungry lion, Jun pounced on his prey in the blink of an eye, giving Nino no opportunity to defend himself.
The sound of lips against lips echoed throughout the apartment, as if encouraging Jun to take it one step higher. With one of his hand holding down both of Nino’s, and his whole body on the gamer, his prey was immobile, allowing Jun to do whatever he wished.
His free hand trailed up Nino’s squirming body, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Then, the sound of ripping cloth resonated through the room as Jun tore the fabric that stood in between him and Nino. It’s sad to say that Nino’s pants suffered the same fate his shirt.
Jun looked down at the figure below him, seeing the look of plain shock in Nino’s eyes. Jun paused. Nino looked terribly frightened beneath him. He was about to stop when he realize this was the Nino he had worked so hard for.
There was no turning back now.
In one swift moment, Jun entered Nino. The gamers pitiful cries filled the room. Music to Jun’s ears. He had planned to hear Nino begging him to stop, but he realized the neighbors would hear him and immediately stuffed Nino’s ruined shirt in his mouth, muffling most of the noise, just enough from him to enjoy Nino without being caught.
The whole session passed by in a blur, but the satisfying feeling was enough for Jun.
Slowly, he got up from the couch, and made his way to Nino’s bathroom. But before he could make it, Jun was stopped in his tracks. By a whole shelf of DVDs.
Kimi was petto, Hana Yori Dango, Hana Yori Dango returns, Bambino, My no anyo papa ni ageru, Smile. Jun traced his fingers over the lined DVDs, wondering why Nino had the DVDs to all of his famous dramas. Didn’t the gamer not even notice him before?
Beside the shelf of DVDs laid stacks after stacks of magazines, all of them with him on the front cover, the infamous AnAn magazine right on top. Why would Nino have all his magazines if he didn’t even care about him?
Then it hit him.
Rushing back into the living room, Jun stared at the figure on the couch. It was as if time had slowed down as Jun reached out and cupped Nino’s face.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, all fiction. I CANT BELIEVE I WROTE THIS ON HIS BDAY!!!
Light bounced off his perfect skin as it was captured by the lens of a professional camera. The soft sheet rustled as he shifted his position for each new pose. His hands trailed up his bare body, showing off his toned abs, to his chin as he flashed the camera a lusty smile. It was photo shoots like these which made fans squeal at the top of their lungs.
He loved it.
He loved every single bit of attention which was receiving. He knew the moment this photo shoot was published in the magazines, every single issue would be bought like hot cakes during the winter season and tons of fans would drool over his hot body. He wasn’t complaining. Shoots like these were fan baits, and he was going to do anything to reel in more and more fans.
Some would think having a fan base of god knows how many million was enough, but he refused to stop there. The more the merrier, he always thought. With more fans, comes more fame. With more fame comes more power. With more power comes more attention. But he wasn’t seeking just any attention.
Just attention from one person.
Matsumoto Jun bowed to the photographer as he declared that the shoot was done. As usual, the shoot had gone smoothly. The photographer did nothing but capture his good side. What was he saying? Every side of him is good. Good, sexy and absolutely attention worth.
Jun could not wait for that issue to be published. It was one of his best works so far. He could not wait for that one person to see it. To see how superb he was. To fall madly in love with him.
Ninomiya Kazunari.
Those two words flashed in his head as a smirk crept up Jun’s flawless face. Ninomiya Kazunari, Arashi’s gamer, the actor with the big caramel eyes and the lovely delectable lips. He was the one who Jun wanted the most.
It was unfair and cruel that the rest of Arashi had Nino except him. Nino would always ask Sho for any help or advice. Nino would always play with Aiba. Nino would always snuggle with Ohno on the couch. But never did anything special with him.
Yup, it was definitely not fair. If the rest could have Nino, Jun wanted him to.
He had tried all sort of ways to get Nino to notice him. He had worked so hard to become more popular so that Nino would finally acknowledge him. But all his plans went down the drain.
Jun hailed a cab and gave the driver Nino’s address, Arashi was supposed to have a meeting there. When he got to Nino’s place, he opened the unlocked door, and was greeted by a chorus of voices. Ohno’s voice. Sho’s voice. Aiba’s voice.
What about Nino’s?!
“Oh! Hi Jun-kun!” smiled Nino, looking up from his music sheet just for a split second to greet him. Out of obligation.
Hi Jun-kun? Hi Jun-kun! That was all he got?! All the hard work and the only form of recognition Jun got from Nino was a three word sentence? This is outrageous!
“I’m hungry!” whined Aiba, “anybody up for lunch?”
Jun has a feeling something good is going to happen.
Aiba dragged Ohno and Sho saying something about how Nino’s fridge was empty, leaving him and Nino behind, mainly because Aiba only had two arms and Ohno and Sho were the closest, and also because Sho insisted Nino had work to do and Jun needed to rest.
Just what he need. Him, Nino, alone.
Seeing Nino alone on the big couch, Jun couldn’t help up think how adorably cute the gamer was. Jun wanted him. He wanted him so badly. He desperately wanted him.
His want took over his body.
Jun sat himself beside Nino. Right beside him so that there was absolutely no space in between them.
“Jun?” Nino gave him a quizzical look.
The way Nino’s eyelashes fluttered with he looked his way was so delectable. The way Nino’s lips pouted was so appetizing. The last shred of Jun’s self control disappeared like the morning mist as lust took over.
Like a hungry lion, Jun pounced on his prey in the blink of an eye, giving Nino no opportunity to defend himself.
The sound of lips against lips echoed throughout the apartment, as if encouraging Jun to take it one step higher. With one of his hand holding down both of Nino’s, and his whole body on the gamer, his prey was immobile, allowing Jun to do whatever he wished.
His free hand trailed up Nino’s squirming body, feeling the smoothness of his skin. Then, the sound of ripping cloth resonated through the room as Jun tore the fabric that stood in between him and Nino. It’s sad to say that Nino’s pants suffered the same fate his shirt.
Jun looked down at the figure below him, seeing the look of plain shock in Nino’s eyes. Jun paused. Nino looked terribly frightened beneath him. He was about to stop when he realize this was the Nino he had worked so hard for.
There was no turning back now.
In one swift moment, Jun entered Nino. The gamers pitiful cries filled the room. Music to Jun’s ears. He had planned to hear Nino begging him to stop, but he realized the neighbors would hear him and immediately stuffed Nino’s ruined shirt in his mouth, muffling most of the noise, just enough from him to enjoy Nino without being caught.
The whole session passed by in a blur, but the satisfying feeling was enough for Jun.
Slowly, he got up from the couch, and made his way to Nino’s bathroom. But before he could make it, Jun was stopped in his tracks. By a whole shelf of DVDs.
Kimi was petto, Hana Yori Dango, Hana Yori Dango returns, Bambino, My no anyo papa ni ageru, Smile. Jun traced his fingers over the lined DVDs, wondering why Nino had the DVDs to all of his famous dramas. Didn’t the gamer not even notice him before?
Beside the shelf of DVDs laid stacks after stacks of magazines, all of them with him on the front cover, the infamous AnAn magazine right on top. Why would Nino have all his magazines if he didn’t even care about him?
Then it hit him.
Rushing back into the living room, Jun stared at the figure on the couch. It was as if time had slowed down as Jun reached out and cupped Nino’s face.