Pride (10/10)
Title: Pride
Author: Moko
Pairing: Ohmiya, Sakumoto, Yama, Matsumiya
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, drama
Disclaimer: They're not mine...
Summary: When Ohno Satoshi got a new job, he knew he would have to face his past again, but what he didn't expect was to be helped by the most unexpected person...
Previous chapters
Chapter 10 (final):
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to loose my temper, after all. I mean, how can I possibly protect Ohno, who is scared of violence, by being violent. Though, when I looked at him, after telling Sho he’s acting like a ‘fucking bastard’, which is true, he wasn’t afraid. More surprised than anything. I try to calm myself down, even though I’m really worked up against Sho at this very moment. If Ohno wasn’t here, I probably would have hit him, even though I’m not strong enough compared to him, I don’t really care.
“You’re telling me your way to protect Jun is to push him away when he only wants to be close to you and help you, is that it? Your way to protect Ohno-san is to hurt him… Don’t you see something is just not right?”
Sho’s face turned pale, probably because of what I said earlier. What’s wrong with this guy, seriously? What is it that he doesn’t understand? What he did kind of disgusts me, and his attitude right now even more. I hope he got it now. I back away, ready to leave, but then I think that I should make sure of it.
“You’d better think about it… Because if you don’t, I’m going to beat the shit out of you, got it?” I say, moving my face close to his.
I really mean it. We remain a moment like this, staring at each other. He won’t look away, but I won’t either. I’m not as weak as you are, smartass! There’s no point in this, anyway, so I suddenly walk away toward Ohno, then grab his hand to pull him away from here. Away from this guy. He follows without struggling, not that I expected him to. I lead him toward wherever we can go, I don’t know, I don’t have any particular plan, I’m just trying to walk and calm down…
After some time, he calls my name and pulls at my hand and I stop, turning round to face him. His face is… Impossible to read. Is he angry? Happy? Puzzled? Sad? Then, his expression softens.
“Thank you…”
The last time someone thanked me was so long ago I don’t even remember. Somehow, it makes a strange feeling appear inside of my chest and I smile without really realizing it at first. The kind of smile the gentle Ninomiya Kazunari would do. This time, I don’t care much, though… And it makes him smile as well!
I press my fingertips against Ohno’s cheek for a second, making him raise an eyebrow. It was just a little unconscious gesture.
“You should go home,” I say.
With everything that happened this week, he must be tired of living, probably…
He makes a lost face.
“Seriously. I give you the rest of the day off, go home, relax, sleep, I don’t know… Just get away from all of this.”
Something I wish I could do as well.
He looks hesitant for a second.
“But… I still have work…”
I roll my eyes. Can’t he just say yes without complaining?
“We have other designers who can replace you for today, I’ll tell them about it… Now go!”
He’s still unsure, but he probably saw on my face that I wouldn’t let him complain further. He slightly nods his head, then make a step back. I sigh, putting my hand against my forehead. I’m so tired of this.
“Wait!”
Ohno focuses his gaze on me. Something just popped up in my mind.
“Want to come to my father’s birthday party, next week?”
The mere idea of me inviting him out makes me smirk. He frowns.
“What…?”
“A party. It’s next weekend… At least, I suppose.”
My father still didn’t talk about it to neither my sister nor I, but it’s not surprising. He’ll end up telling us at the last second, like he usually does.
“Er… I’ll think about it.”
This is the kind of answer that I hate, but well… I let go only because it’s him. He opens his mouth as if to say something more, but then closes it with a guilty expression on his face. We stay a minute like this before he leaves, without saying anything more but still staring at each other.
The weekend is actually not as bad as I expected it to be. At least I didn’t get to see Sho or Jun anymore on Friday. I just went to tell Aiba I gave Ohno the day off, asking him to tell everyone and organize things, then remain locked in my office until sundown. Then, I went straight to my Mom’s house. My father and her got divorced when I was still a child, and no matter how much she wanted to have me with her, she couldn’t… Obviously because of my father. Though they still talk to each other often, and I often go to see her… Especially when I want to get away.
This time, I spend the whole weekend there, without even wondering about what my father would think about it, I don’t care. He calls me on Sunday morning, but I don’t even answer. I have two whole days to spare away from him. My sister passes by at some point, but except from that, I spend the weekend playing video games and drinking alcohol with my mother, which is not a bad thing, actually. I can rest. I sleep a lot more than usual and it’s so confortable and soothing sometimes, to just stay in bed for hours without any obligation. It’s been such a long time since I last did that.
On Monday morning, I reluctantly go back to work. Worse than anything, I have a meeting with the sponsors at ten o’clock, and since Sho is our accountant, he’ll be there too. Not that I don’t like seeing him first thing in the morning, but well… I thought about it. Maybe I went too hard on him, I mean, Sho’s still my friend, and I still love him and I didn’t realize at first that those mistakes he did were having an impact on me as well. It’s mostly because of Ohno, actually.
Anyway, when I meet up with him, in the lobby, to welcome our clients, we just exchange a quick nod. I make a slight smile at him, trying to make him understand that I’m not mad. But I don’t even know if he saw it. The advertising manager joins us a minute later.
The meeting lasts for two hours. Sho is very professional in his work, and so am I, so we’re good at working together even though I said I was going to beat the shit out of him last time we saw each other. We present the nearly completed project to them, with the advertising photos taken last week. They seem to like it. At the end of the meeting, one of them, when shaking my hand, even told me ‘Good job!’. I was pleasantly surprised. When they’re gone, the three of us stay to put everything away, then Sho leaves first with a slight bow. I make a quick detour to my office to drop the documents, then go down to the studios. I want to see Ohchan. During the whole weekend, I’ve been asking myself what he could possibly be doing, wondering if he was okay. I missed seeing his face. And even though it’s absolutely not like me, I accepted it, already.
The first thing I see when I enter is Jun. He’s standing just in front of the camera, but too close. Ohno is with him, arranging his outfit, checking the buttons, folding the collar and rolling up the sleeves. He’s talking to Aiba at the same time, making a few moves toward the set. Other models and staff members are around, listening to the conversation. The others are busy getting everything ready.
I don’t think Ohchan is much of a leader kind of person, but when he has something in his head, he might become one, and I like this part of him.
I stay here, leaning my back against the back wall, beside the door. A few people notice me but the others are too interested in what Ohno is saying. He’s the one talking for once. After a few minutes, they all nod their heads, agreeing to his proposition, then walk around to get in place. Before moving away, Jun leans down to whisper something into Ohno’s ear. They both turn their faces toward me during a quick second, then look away when they notice I’m watching them. I think I saw the glimpse of a smile on Ohchan’s face, but I’m not sure.
He waits until everyone’s attention is focused on the shooting, then he backs away slightly and turns round to walk in my direction. I watch him approaching with his arms crossed. He looks good. All the stress and sadness that I could clearly see on his face last Friday disappeared.
“Hi…” he says when he’s a meter away, then stops even closer.
“Hey…”
I smile at him. The day just started and I’m already so tired. I reach for his cheek with my hand, putting my fingertips on it gently like I did last time. He doesn’t react.
“You look better,” I say softly.
He smiles back at me. It’s a kind, comforting smile that I see for the first time. There’s a strangely warm feeling appearing in my chest.
“I had a good weekend,” he simply answers.
I just nod. I hope he had, after all I gave him a special day off just for that. I let my arm fall back to my side.
“Want to have lunch together, today?”
He tilts his head, but he doesn’t look surprised, on the contrary. As if he was waiting for me to ask. Or maybe it’s just my imagination…
“Okay,” he answers, still wearing this soft smile of his.
Seeing this expression he makes is soothing, somehow. I wish I could stay like this for hours, just watching him, but they’re all getting agitated around the set.
“Go back to work,” I say with a nod toward were the others are.
He frowns slightly.
“You’re staying here?”
I just shrug. Why not, all the other things I have to do are boring, anyway. Documents, meetings, calls, work, money, money and money again.
He gives me a last puzzled look, then goes back there. Aiba immediately grabs his arm when he’s close enough to make him look at the computer screen.
“No!”
“Why?”
“I said no!”
Ohno makes a lost face, opening his arms to silently ask for an explanation. I grab his arm to drag him closer and whisper into his ear.
“Do you really see me getting blended in this crowd with my own employees?!”
“It’s okay once in a while!” he complains with a mocking tone. “To be normal…”
“Do you seriously want me to go in there? Everyone will look at us like weirdoes, especially you, and they’ll talk behind our back and listen to our conversation… Just…”
“Okay…”
We’re in front of the cafeteria’s entrance, and people going in are already looking at us weirdly. Ohchan wanted to have lunch there, because the food is good, but well…
“I got it,” he says with a pout on his lips, looking down at the floor. “I’ll buy something to eat and we’ll go somewhere else…”
“Right…”
He nods, then moves away. I take out my wallet, grabbing a banknote and shoving it into his hand before he leaves. He looks up at me with a frown.
“I have money, you know…”
“It doesn’t change the fact that I’m paying.”
Ohno opens his mouth to complain again, but then stops, probably realizing it would be no use. Even if it’s him, it doesn’t mean I have to give in to everything.
There are those windows separating the cafeteria from the lobby, and I can see Ohchan daydreaming in the queue. He’s playing with banknote I gave him, his slender fingers folding it unconsciously. His eyes are unfocused. I wonder what he’s thinking about.
Oh wait! Oh fuck, no! I need to ask him something. Gah, I hate those employees reserved places! How am I supposed, as their boss, to simply walk in and act normally? I mean… No, I need to ask, fuck this!
I walk in. People in the queue turn round, people sitting at the tables turn round, let them be scared, I don’t care. Actually, I feel good. It’s been a long time since I last had this feeling of being feared, I kind of forgot how great it was.
Ohno’s eyes widen when he sees me approaching. I get as close as possible without it being too weird while he stares at me with surprise.
“Did you talk to Sho, this morning?”
His mouth takes the form of an ‘O’, then his lips twitch into a smile.
“He came to see me when I arrived.”
“What did he say?”
Then his face turns sad and he looks down. “He apologized… For Friday…”
“And how did he apologize?” I ask, a bit too insistent, but I need to know, otherwise I’m afraid I’ll have to turn back to the ‘angry’ mode.
“What?”
“Did he apologize like ‘Just saying’ or was it a more of an I-really-mean-it kind of apology?”
“He looked like he meant it…”
Though Ohchan himself doesn’t look so happy about it. If this guy hurts him again, I think the only thing left is to beat him…
“What is it?” I ask.
He doesn’t want to look at me. His eyes wander around, looking beside and behind me, but not at me. He makes a sad pout.
“I’m so fucked up, am I not?” he says, sadness filling his voice.
I move nearer to him, our faces getting dangerously close.
“No you’re not!”
He closes his eyes. I can read on his face he’s ashamed. It makes me so sad to see this expression of his.
I suddenly grab his chin with my fingers and kiss him. He immediately answers, pressing his lips against mine. It’s just for a few seconds, but I hope he gets the feelings.
“Let’s go to the restaurant,” I say against his lips, and he nods.
I grab his hand and he slips his fingers between mines. When we leave, they’re all watching, but I actually never cared less. What? They never saw two persons kiss before?
At least, I don’t get to see Sho during the rest of the day, otherwise I must have felt really bad. Though I know how to contain myself, I’m not the type to loose my self-control, but lately it’s been harder than usual.
I asked Ohchan again about the party on Saturday, even though I didn’t get an invitation yet. He says he’s still thinking about it, but I know it’s just to make fun of me. He says it with a little smirk that doesn’t trick me. When I come back home that night, my father is waiting for me in the living room and tells me off about how I could have called, how he needed to talk to me, and ‘You’re completely irresponsible!’. Yeah, I got that part. He ends up with a ‘Don’t even think about running away on Saturday night, I need you to be at the party!’. I usually would have acted innocent, asking what party he was talking about, since it’s the first time he mentions it to me, but I’m too tired to try. I just want to go to bed and sleep.
Shootings finally end the next day. At least for now. About half of the people I usually see working around at the office have been down to the studios for more than a week, so now it seems a bit livelier than it was during this time. Jun’s back, shining more than ever, his princess aura radiating everywhere around him. I’m sure no other brands in the fashion industry have a model like Jun.
The first time we really get to talk is when I invite him to the party.
“Okay,” he says, making his chair spin, biting the tip of his pen. “But I won’t stay long, I promised Sho I’d see him…”
I roll my eyes. “Of course…”
“Yeah! Especially that Ohchan told me you invited him… Seems like I’ll just become a bother at some point…”
He makes this knowing smirk that just pisses me off.
“It’s just- It’s not like that!”
“Oh, is it?”
“Fuck you…” I sigh, I don’t know what else to say.
“Thanks” he answers, staring at me while sipping some coffee from his cup.
Sho’s avoiding me, of course. And every time we find each other in the same room, mostly when we have to work together, the atmosphere is awkward… That’s how it goes for the rest of the week. I understand he’s mad, but I expected him at least to apologize… For what, actually? I don’t know. I should be the one apologizing, right? I can’t. I won’t apologize for making him open his eyes, it was right, after all!
The week is tough. We have so much work, I barely get to see Ohchan for the following days. We just eat together on Monday and Tuesday, I came across him on Wednesday when I went out for a meeting, but that’s all. We text each other, though. On Friday, he asks me if he should wear a classy and outrageously expensive suit or normal suit or even casual clothes. I answered ‘First option’, just to make fool of him, even though well… He really should take the best suit he has.
I hate rich people. I hate these kind of chic, immaculate places. It scares me. This place is always like that, but I usually don’t get to walk around my father’s house much, especially not in the reception room.
“Did he say anything?” Jun asks, drinking his champagne while glancing frequently in my father’s direction.
That old man is surrounded with other rich bastards, just like him. They’re talking about rich bastards’ stuff with their rich bastards’ suits drinking their rich bastards’ alcohol.
“About what?”
Jun and I stay near the buffet, rich people usually don’t stay too long close to the food, they don’t want to make people think they’re starving.
“About I don’t know… You dating another man? What happened with Sho during working hours… I guess he knows nothing about that.”
“No, he doesn’t. And Ohchan and I are not dating!”
He gives me the mocking look.
“You’re not?”
“Nope…”
“Oh… Weird… You’re not the type of guy who can keep his penis in his pants for too long.”
I’m going to hit him. He probably caught the look in my eyes, but he just laughs it off.
“I told you it’s not like that!” I snap back, trying not to loose my composure. “I don’t want to fuck him!”
“Really?” he answers with a fake and mocking surprise.
I look away. What I don’t like about Jun is that he knows me too well. I put the glass back on the table. That was an awful lie, of course, I want him! All of him! His pouty lips parting to let out a small moan, his slender fingers touching me, my lips on every part of his skin, his cries while he melts under my touch…
“Okay! I do want him! It’s just taking a little more time…”
“To get in his pants?”
“Why are you so interested?!”
If only I could wipe this smirk off of his face! I hate people making fun of me, it’s usually the other way around.
“Because I’ve been contenting your sexual desire for years,” he answers. “I know you need your weekly dose…”
Makes me sound like an addict. I wish I could punch him, but I just push him away. I don’t want to loose my temper just because of this idiot teasing me.
“Go fuck yourself!”
“If I’m not doing it myself at least someone will.”
He’s pissing me off so bad. I turn round, trying to get away. I know Jun’s doing that because I used to do the same. It’s his way to get some revenge.
“You’re here, finally!” I hear Jun’s voice say and I look up to see Ohchan getting closer hurriedly.
“Sorry, I’m late…” he says.
I make a relieved smile. First, I was starting to worry about where the hell he could be, and second, it delivers me from the bother of having to bear with Jun alone.
“It’s okay.”
Ohno is wearing a suit, like I told him to. It’s a bit tighter than the ones he usually wears at work, but it fits way better. He’s so sexy.
“Oh, so you got a classy suit!”
“We’re not so poor,” he answers with an amused smile.
We suddenly hear a light sound, the one of a spoon hitting a crystal glass.
“I’ll be right back…”
It’s the moment when my father makes his speech. The moment when I have to stand close to him while he talks about his life and humiliates me by telling everyone about how amazing I am and how proud he is when he actually doesn’t mean a word of it… But well, I have to do this.
This time is a bit different though. When I arrive near him, he already started to talk and he introduces me to everyone, putting his hand on my shoulder. I don’t recognize half of the guests. Some of them came to see me at the beginning of the party, it always happen, to tell me how much I grew up… What the hell? I’m an adult, already! I stopped growing up more than ten years ago! (Though I wish it lasted some more). It lasts for twenty whole minutes. He doesn’t even say a word about me, just that I’m his son and he has great hopes for my future. At some point, I try to get away, but he holds my shoulder tight.
When he’s done, I just bow slightly, then leave. I don’t want to spend a single more minute surrounded with those people. I go back to Ohchan and Jun, just to find Ohchan alone, Jun probably left, I don’t know and I don’t care. I grab his wrist to drag him away in a corridor.
“Nino…?”
I keep walking, I don’t really know where we’re going, as long as it’s far from this rich bastards’ party.
“Where are we going?” he asks with a bit out of breath.
I try to walk slower, then stop completely and turn round to look at him. He’s looking back at me with questioning eyes. I let go of his hand.
“Sorry… I’m done with these people.”
He nods, as if he understood, though I hardly think he does.
“Hey, I heard you like art!” I say suddenly, trying to avoid having to explain anything, not that he was going to ask, but well…
He makes an amused smile. “Designers usually enjoy art…”
“Well, yeah… Let me show you something.”
Jun told me yesterday Ohchan talked to him about some paintings he made and I got a bit jealous because I didn’t even know Ohchan was painting.
I lead him to a special room in the house, one in which my father doesn’t like me to enter, but tonight he won’t be here to check, so…. Well…
“Ready?” I ask him when we’re in front of the closed door.
I don’t really wait for him to approve before opening the doors. I like this room. The walls are filled with paintings of all kind, classics, moderns, Japanese, Asian, Occidental… Anything. When Ohchan enters, I never saw his mouth opened this wide and his eyes shining so much.
“Oh my-… Just…” he says, walking farther inside of the room. “How… How is it possible?”
“It’s my father’s private art gallery. Want a visit?”
He looks around quietly for a minute, admiring my father’s collection with a completely bewildered face. It makes me giggle. With his mouth opened like that, it makes him look like a fish.
“No…” he finally answers, taking me aback.
“Why no?”
“Because…” he steps closer to me. “These kind of paintings are made to be admired at daylight… It’s too dark, outside…”
“Oh… Well, I just wanted to surprise you.”
Maybe the disappointment can be heard a bit too much in my voice because Ohchan makes this apologetic face I rarely get to see on people in general. We’re here, both of us standing in the middle of this wide room, facing each other.
“Art is complicated,” he says softly.
I think I got that. I grab his hand to drag him closer, so close, our bodies nearly touching. He stares at me, his cheeks turning a light shade of red and it makes me smirk. I look at him straight into his eyes and he doesn’t look away.
“What is this all about?” Ohchan suddenly asks, and fuck I didn’t have any intentions hidden behind all of this!
“It might be about ‘Let’s go somewhere else’ if you want it,” I answer, leaning my face close to his, trying to show him that I fucking want him, but without him being too scared. He doesn’t look scared, though.
“Let’s go, then…”
Seriously?! I immediately pull him out of the room in the direction of my bedroom. It’s not too far from here. The corridors are empty and we can still hear sounds of the party going on the first floor.
As soon as we enter my bedroom, I shove him against the nearest wall, pushing our lips together. I hear a startled yelp escape from his closed mouth, but he doesn’t try to get away. He clenches at my shoulder and pull his tongue out of his mouth. I put my hand on the back of his neck for a better access. We exchange a needy, lustful, tongues-tangled kiss during which my mind becomes sensory overloaded, making me forget about everything else.
He pulls away at some point, taking his breath back, but I need more than this to be out of air. My lips wander on his cheeks, jaw, chin… I feel his hand loosen its hold on my shoulder, then slowly getting down. I let out a small whine at the lack of touch, slipping my hand under his shirt slowly, trying to see if I can really go farther. Ohchan doesn’t say anything, though. I feel his hand against my hip, not doing anything in particular, though I wish it did. I slightly bite his chin, his skin is so soft, there.
I want to explore it farther, bite more, suck harder, I don’t know, but I suddenly feel his slender fingers against my crotch, unbuttoning my pants and pulling the zipper down. I lift my head, getting my face back in front of his. He’s looking at me, his eyes slightly hazy. Our faces are an inch away, our lips barely touching. He finally looks back at me and he smiles. I was about to kiss him when I feel his hand in my briefs and his fingers getting wrapped around my half-hard member.
I part my lips, letting out a silent gasp, and he does the same. I wrap my arms around him, beneath his shirt, trying to hold onto something, but Ohchan puts his other arm around my shoulder, lifting his heels a bit for his face to be slightly higher than mine. Down there, he doesn’t really hold me, his fingers are just wandering on my length, teasing the tip, getting wrapped around it from times to times, and even though I wish he really did something, this thing right now is so hot. His parted lips against mine, not even kissing, just stealing the air from me, his body pressed up against mine, his hand on my cheek, like holding onto something, and his teasing fingers… I could come just with that.
I suddenly grab his wrist, pulling him away and he lets out a surprised yelp. I push him on the bed, a bit too violently but he started it, after all. I get on top of him on the bed and he looks up. Ohno’s eyes are deep and the way he looks at me is starting to get disturbing.
After staring at each other for a minute, we suddenly go back to what we were doing, meaning get clothes off. I quickly get rid of my pants and so does he, I pull my shirt over my head to take it off, and it just leaves me with my briefs and a painful hard on. He moves away, dragging himself on the king-sized bed. I follow him. Ohchan puts his hand on my face, then on my shoulder, than wrap his arm around my torso, his cold fingers against my skin making me shiver. I kiss him, his lips trembling a bit against mine, and I take advantage of it to grab his shirt and pull it off. He lets me do.
The first thing I see when I finally have him naked (or almost, since he still have his underwear on) is the scar on his shoulder. I hesitantly put my finger on it to trace it. I don’t know how I pictured it in my head, but it was wider. Here, there is just a little line were the bone stops. I follow it slowly to realize it’s wider than I first saw. It actually continues on his back, the line getting bigger, and ends near the tip of his shoulder blade, close to his spine. I quickly move my face back in front of his, biting my lips in embarrassment. How could I be so stupid?!
In front of me, Ohchan’s eyes are slightly wet, but he smiles. It’s a sad, heart-breaking smile that I want to erase from his face.
“I’m sorry,” I say, nearly forgetting my needy erection at the moment.
He shakes his head. “Nino… It’s okay…”
As an apology, I lean down to kiss his shoulder, then lifts my head to kiss his lips. I want him, all of him. His legs wrapped around me and his crying voice calling my name. I don’t really know if a penetration would be okay for the first time… I mean I usually don’t care about this, but right now, it’s Ohchan!
I push him down on the bed, then slip my hand under the pillow to grab the lube. I hold the bottle in front of his face.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
It’s weird, but I don’t have much choice, anyway. My erection is too painful.
“Yes,” he answers with an amused voice. “I’m not a beginner, you know…”
“Just to make sure…” I say, kissing him again, then pulling my briefs off.
Ohchan is not as hesitant as I thought he would be. At first I’m just too overwhelmed with the sounds he does, his moans and cries, and how it feels to be inside of him. I really wanted to see his face… He’s warm and tight and oh my god I could just come from pushing myself inside, but wait! I have to calm down. I watch his chubby face and parted lips and he’s so beautiful, hot and sexy and just perfect. When I start moving inside of him, he hides his face behind the back of his hand for a second, letting out a moan. At some point, I realize that letting me do this must be a great move on for him, it probably means he trusts me, and it’s disturbing somehow. So disturbing that I stop moving.
So there is someone on this fucking planet that actually trusts me. Even love me, maybe.
He frowns, then leans on his elbows to raise his body a bit.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “Nothing…”
He grabs my arm to straighten up, changing our position, sitting on my crotch and hips. I stretch out my legs on the bed, still inside of him and so close, already. He puts the tip of his fingers on my cheek with a childish laugh, then lift his hips and lower himself back on my cock, making me gasp. He leans his head down and his lips catch mines. One of my hand wanders on his ass, keeping him moving. I moan and whine his name into the kiss, hearing him calling mine in return. It’s probably the most perfect moment of my life.
Second stage is cleared!
I fell in love as well, didn’t I?
I guess I won this game.
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A/N: So first: I know some of you expected Ohchan to be on top for the nc-17 scene but there is something that I have to say: I never write nor read seme!Ohno stuff ^^" It always make me cringe somehow u_u
Then this is the end of Pride, I hoped you enjoyed it =) Thank you for all of your lovely comments on it <3
Author: Moko
Pairing: Ohmiya, Sakumoto, Yama, Matsumiya
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance, drama
Disclaimer: They're not mine...
Summary: When Ohno Satoshi got a new job, he knew he would have to face his past again, but what he didn't expect was to be helped by the most unexpected person...
Previous chapters
Chapter 10 (final):
Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to loose my temper, after all. I mean, how can I possibly protect Ohno, who is scared of violence, by being violent. Though, when I looked at him, after telling Sho he’s acting like a ‘fucking bastard’, which is true, he wasn’t afraid. More surprised than anything. I try to calm myself down, even though I’m really worked up against Sho at this very moment. If Ohno wasn’t here, I probably would have hit him, even though I’m not strong enough compared to him, I don’t really care.
“You’re telling me your way to protect Jun is to push him away when he only wants to be close to you and help you, is that it? Your way to protect Ohno-san is to hurt him… Don’t you see something is just not right?”
Sho’s face turned pale, probably because of what I said earlier. What’s wrong with this guy, seriously? What is it that he doesn’t understand? What he did kind of disgusts me, and his attitude right now even more. I hope he got it now. I back away, ready to leave, but then I think that I should make sure of it.
“You’d better think about it… Because if you don’t, I’m going to beat the shit out of you, got it?” I say, moving my face close to his.
I really mean it. We remain a moment like this, staring at each other. He won’t look away, but I won’t either. I’m not as weak as you are, smartass! There’s no point in this, anyway, so I suddenly walk away toward Ohno, then grab his hand to pull him away from here. Away from this guy. He follows without struggling, not that I expected him to. I lead him toward wherever we can go, I don’t know, I don’t have any particular plan, I’m just trying to walk and calm down…
After some time, he calls my name and pulls at my hand and I stop, turning round to face him. His face is… Impossible to read. Is he angry? Happy? Puzzled? Sad? Then, his expression softens.
“Thank you…”
The last time someone thanked me was so long ago I don’t even remember. Somehow, it makes a strange feeling appear inside of my chest and I smile without really realizing it at first. The kind of smile the gentle Ninomiya Kazunari would do. This time, I don’t care much, though… And it makes him smile as well!
I press my fingertips against Ohno’s cheek for a second, making him raise an eyebrow. It was just a little unconscious gesture.
“You should go home,” I say.
With everything that happened this week, he must be tired of living, probably…
He makes a lost face.
“Seriously. I give you the rest of the day off, go home, relax, sleep, I don’t know… Just get away from all of this.”
Something I wish I could do as well.
He looks hesitant for a second.
“But… I still have work…”
I roll my eyes. Can’t he just say yes without complaining?
“We have other designers who can replace you for today, I’ll tell them about it… Now go!”
He’s still unsure, but he probably saw on my face that I wouldn’t let him complain further. He slightly nods his head, then make a step back. I sigh, putting my hand against my forehead. I’m so tired of this.
“Wait!”
Ohno focuses his gaze on me. Something just popped up in my mind.
“Want to come to my father’s birthday party, next week?”
The mere idea of me inviting him out makes me smirk. He frowns.
“What…?”
“A party. It’s next weekend… At least, I suppose.”
My father still didn’t talk about it to neither my sister nor I, but it’s not surprising. He’ll end up telling us at the last second, like he usually does.
“Er… I’ll think about it.”
This is the kind of answer that I hate, but well… I let go only because it’s him. He opens his mouth as if to say something more, but then closes it with a guilty expression on his face. We stay a minute like this before he leaves, without saying anything more but still staring at each other.
The weekend is actually not as bad as I expected it to be. At least I didn’t get to see Sho or Jun anymore on Friday. I just went to tell Aiba I gave Ohno the day off, asking him to tell everyone and organize things, then remain locked in my office until sundown. Then, I went straight to my Mom’s house. My father and her got divorced when I was still a child, and no matter how much she wanted to have me with her, she couldn’t… Obviously because of my father. Though they still talk to each other often, and I often go to see her… Especially when I want to get away.
This time, I spend the whole weekend there, without even wondering about what my father would think about it, I don’t care. He calls me on Sunday morning, but I don’t even answer. I have two whole days to spare away from him. My sister passes by at some point, but except from that, I spend the weekend playing video games and drinking alcohol with my mother, which is not a bad thing, actually. I can rest. I sleep a lot more than usual and it’s so confortable and soothing sometimes, to just stay in bed for hours without any obligation. It’s been such a long time since I last did that.
On Monday morning, I reluctantly go back to work. Worse than anything, I have a meeting with the sponsors at ten o’clock, and since Sho is our accountant, he’ll be there too. Not that I don’t like seeing him first thing in the morning, but well… I thought about it. Maybe I went too hard on him, I mean, Sho’s still my friend, and I still love him and I didn’t realize at first that those mistakes he did were having an impact on me as well. It’s mostly because of Ohno, actually.
Anyway, when I meet up with him, in the lobby, to welcome our clients, we just exchange a quick nod. I make a slight smile at him, trying to make him understand that I’m not mad. But I don’t even know if he saw it. The advertising manager joins us a minute later.
The meeting lasts for two hours. Sho is very professional in his work, and so am I, so we’re good at working together even though I said I was going to beat the shit out of him last time we saw each other. We present the nearly completed project to them, with the advertising photos taken last week. They seem to like it. At the end of the meeting, one of them, when shaking my hand, even told me ‘Good job!’. I was pleasantly surprised. When they’re gone, the three of us stay to put everything away, then Sho leaves first with a slight bow. I make a quick detour to my office to drop the documents, then go down to the studios. I want to see Ohchan. During the whole weekend, I’ve been asking myself what he could possibly be doing, wondering if he was okay. I missed seeing his face. And even though it’s absolutely not like me, I accepted it, already.
The first thing I see when I enter is Jun. He’s standing just in front of the camera, but too close. Ohno is with him, arranging his outfit, checking the buttons, folding the collar and rolling up the sleeves. He’s talking to Aiba at the same time, making a few moves toward the set. Other models and staff members are around, listening to the conversation. The others are busy getting everything ready.
I don’t think Ohchan is much of a leader kind of person, but when he has something in his head, he might become one, and I like this part of him.
I stay here, leaning my back against the back wall, beside the door. A few people notice me but the others are too interested in what Ohno is saying. He’s the one talking for once. After a few minutes, they all nod their heads, agreeing to his proposition, then walk around to get in place. Before moving away, Jun leans down to whisper something into Ohno’s ear. They both turn their faces toward me during a quick second, then look away when they notice I’m watching them. I think I saw the glimpse of a smile on Ohchan’s face, but I’m not sure.
He waits until everyone’s attention is focused on the shooting, then he backs away slightly and turns round to walk in my direction. I watch him approaching with his arms crossed. He looks good. All the stress and sadness that I could clearly see on his face last Friday disappeared.
“Hi…” he says when he’s a meter away, then stops even closer.
“Hey…”
I smile at him. The day just started and I’m already so tired. I reach for his cheek with my hand, putting my fingertips on it gently like I did last time. He doesn’t react.
“You look better,” I say softly.
He smiles back at me. It’s a kind, comforting smile that I see for the first time. There’s a strangely warm feeling appearing in my chest.
“I had a good weekend,” he simply answers.
I just nod. I hope he had, after all I gave him a special day off just for that. I let my arm fall back to my side.
“Want to have lunch together, today?”
He tilts his head, but he doesn’t look surprised, on the contrary. As if he was waiting for me to ask. Or maybe it’s just my imagination…
“Okay,” he answers, still wearing this soft smile of his.
Seeing this expression he makes is soothing, somehow. I wish I could stay like this for hours, just watching him, but they’re all getting agitated around the set.
“Go back to work,” I say with a nod toward were the others are.
He frowns slightly.
“You’re staying here?”
I just shrug. Why not, all the other things I have to do are boring, anyway. Documents, meetings, calls, work, money, money and money again.
He gives me a last puzzled look, then goes back there. Aiba immediately grabs his arm when he’s close enough to make him look at the computer screen.
“No!”
“Why?”
“I said no!”
Ohno makes a lost face, opening his arms to silently ask for an explanation. I grab his arm to drag him closer and whisper into his ear.
“Do you really see me getting blended in this crowd with my own employees?!”
“It’s okay once in a while!” he complains with a mocking tone. “To be normal…”
“Do you seriously want me to go in there? Everyone will look at us like weirdoes, especially you, and they’ll talk behind our back and listen to our conversation… Just…”
“Okay…”
We’re in front of the cafeteria’s entrance, and people going in are already looking at us weirdly. Ohchan wanted to have lunch there, because the food is good, but well…
“I got it,” he says with a pout on his lips, looking down at the floor. “I’ll buy something to eat and we’ll go somewhere else…”
“Right…”
He nods, then moves away. I take out my wallet, grabbing a banknote and shoving it into his hand before he leaves. He looks up at me with a frown.
“I have money, you know…”
“It doesn’t change the fact that I’m paying.”
Ohno opens his mouth to complain again, but then stops, probably realizing it would be no use. Even if it’s him, it doesn’t mean I have to give in to everything.
There are those windows separating the cafeteria from the lobby, and I can see Ohchan daydreaming in the queue. He’s playing with banknote I gave him, his slender fingers folding it unconsciously. His eyes are unfocused. I wonder what he’s thinking about.
Oh wait! Oh fuck, no! I need to ask him something. Gah, I hate those employees reserved places! How am I supposed, as their boss, to simply walk in and act normally? I mean… No, I need to ask, fuck this!
I walk in. People in the queue turn round, people sitting at the tables turn round, let them be scared, I don’t care. Actually, I feel good. It’s been a long time since I last had this feeling of being feared, I kind of forgot how great it was.
Ohno’s eyes widen when he sees me approaching. I get as close as possible without it being too weird while he stares at me with surprise.
“Did you talk to Sho, this morning?”
His mouth takes the form of an ‘O’, then his lips twitch into a smile.
“He came to see me when I arrived.”
“What did he say?”
Then his face turns sad and he looks down. “He apologized… For Friday…”
“And how did he apologize?” I ask, a bit too insistent, but I need to know, otherwise I’m afraid I’ll have to turn back to the ‘angry’ mode.
“What?”
“Did he apologize like ‘Just saying’ or was it a more of an I-really-mean-it kind of apology?”
“He looked like he meant it…”
Though Ohchan himself doesn’t look so happy about it. If this guy hurts him again, I think the only thing left is to beat him…
“What is it?” I ask.
He doesn’t want to look at me. His eyes wander around, looking beside and behind me, but not at me. He makes a sad pout.
“I’m so fucked up, am I not?” he says, sadness filling his voice.
I move nearer to him, our faces getting dangerously close.
“No you’re not!”
He closes his eyes. I can read on his face he’s ashamed. It makes me so sad to see this expression of his.
I suddenly grab his chin with my fingers and kiss him. He immediately answers, pressing his lips against mine. It’s just for a few seconds, but I hope he gets the feelings.
“Let’s go to the restaurant,” I say against his lips, and he nods.
I grab his hand and he slips his fingers between mines. When we leave, they’re all watching, but I actually never cared less. What? They never saw two persons kiss before?
At least, I don’t get to see Sho during the rest of the day, otherwise I must have felt really bad. Though I know how to contain myself, I’m not the type to loose my self-control, but lately it’s been harder than usual.
I asked Ohchan again about the party on Saturday, even though I didn’t get an invitation yet. He says he’s still thinking about it, but I know it’s just to make fun of me. He says it with a little smirk that doesn’t trick me. When I come back home that night, my father is waiting for me in the living room and tells me off about how I could have called, how he needed to talk to me, and ‘You’re completely irresponsible!’. Yeah, I got that part. He ends up with a ‘Don’t even think about running away on Saturday night, I need you to be at the party!’. I usually would have acted innocent, asking what party he was talking about, since it’s the first time he mentions it to me, but I’m too tired to try. I just want to go to bed and sleep.
Shootings finally end the next day. At least for now. About half of the people I usually see working around at the office have been down to the studios for more than a week, so now it seems a bit livelier than it was during this time. Jun’s back, shining more than ever, his princess aura radiating everywhere around him. I’m sure no other brands in the fashion industry have a model like Jun.
The first time we really get to talk is when I invite him to the party.
“Okay,” he says, making his chair spin, biting the tip of his pen. “But I won’t stay long, I promised Sho I’d see him…”
I roll my eyes. “Of course…”
“Yeah! Especially that Ohchan told me you invited him… Seems like I’ll just become a bother at some point…”
He makes this knowing smirk that just pisses me off.
“It’s just- It’s not like that!”
“Oh, is it?”
“Fuck you…” I sigh, I don’t know what else to say.
“Thanks” he answers, staring at me while sipping some coffee from his cup.
Sho’s avoiding me, of course. And every time we find each other in the same room, mostly when we have to work together, the atmosphere is awkward… That’s how it goes for the rest of the week. I understand he’s mad, but I expected him at least to apologize… For what, actually? I don’t know. I should be the one apologizing, right? I can’t. I won’t apologize for making him open his eyes, it was right, after all!
The week is tough. We have so much work, I barely get to see Ohchan for the following days. We just eat together on Monday and Tuesday, I came across him on Wednesday when I went out for a meeting, but that’s all. We text each other, though. On Friday, he asks me if he should wear a classy and outrageously expensive suit or normal suit or even casual clothes. I answered ‘First option’, just to make fool of him, even though well… He really should take the best suit he has.
I hate rich people. I hate these kind of chic, immaculate places. It scares me. This place is always like that, but I usually don’t get to walk around my father’s house much, especially not in the reception room.
“Did he say anything?” Jun asks, drinking his champagne while glancing frequently in my father’s direction.
That old man is surrounded with other rich bastards, just like him. They’re talking about rich bastards’ stuff with their rich bastards’ suits drinking their rich bastards’ alcohol.
“About what?”
Jun and I stay near the buffet, rich people usually don’t stay too long close to the food, they don’t want to make people think they’re starving.
“About I don’t know… You dating another man? What happened with Sho during working hours… I guess he knows nothing about that.”
“No, he doesn’t. And Ohchan and I are not dating!”
He gives me the mocking look.
“You’re not?”
“Nope…”
“Oh… Weird… You’re not the type of guy who can keep his penis in his pants for too long.”
I’m going to hit him. He probably caught the look in my eyes, but he just laughs it off.
“I told you it’s not like that!” I snap back, trying not to loose my composure. “I don’t want to fuck him!”
“Really?” he answers with a fake and mocking surprise.
I look away. What I don’t like about Jun is that he knows me too well. I put the glass back on the table. That was an awful lie, of course, I want him! All of him! His pouty lips parting to let out a small moan, his slender fingers touching me, my lips on every part of his skin, his cries while he melts under my touch…
“Okay! I do want him! It’s just taking a little more time…”
“To get in his pants?”
“Why are you so interested?!”
If only I could wipe this smirk off of his face! I hate people making fun of me, it’s usually the other way around.
“Because I’ve been contenting your sexual desire for years,” he answers. “I know you need your weekly dose…”
Makes me sound like an addict. I wish I could punch him, but I just push him away. I don’t want to loose my temper just because of this idiot teasing me.
“Go fuck yourself!”
“If I’m not doing it myself at least someone will.”
He’s pissing me off so bad. I turn round, trying to get away. I know Jun’s doing that because I used to do the same. It’s his way to get some revenge.
“You’re here, finally!” I hear Jun’s voice say and I look up to see Ohchan getting closer hurriedly.
“Sorry, I’m late…” he says.
I make a relieved smile. First, I was starting to worry about where the hell he could be, and second, it delivers me from the bother of having to bear with Jun alone.
“It’s okay.”
Ohno is wearing a suit, like I told him to. It’s a bit tighter than the ones he usually wears at work, but it fits way better. He’s so sexy.
“Oh, so you got a classy suit!”
“We’re not so poor,” he answers with an amused smile.
We suddenly hear a light sound, the one of a spoon hitting a crystal glass.
“I’ll be right back…”
It’s the moment when my father makes his speech. The moment when I have to stand close to him while he talks about his life and humiliates me by telling everyone about how amazing I am and how proud he is when he actually doesn’t mean a word of it… But well, I have to do this.
This time is a bit different though. When I arrive near him, he already started to talk and he introduces me to everyone, putting his hand on my shoulder. I don’t recognize half of the guests. Some of them came to see me at the beginning of the party, it always happen, to tell me how much I grew up… What the hell? I’m an adult, already! I stopped growing up more than ten years ago! (Though I wish it lasted some more). It lasts for twenty whole minutes. He doesn’t even say a word about me, just that I’m his son and he has great hopes for my future. At some point, I try to get away, but he holds my shoulder tight.
When he’s done, I just bow slightly, then leave. I don’t want to spend a single more minute surrounded with those people. I go back to Ohchan and Jun, just to find Ohchan alone, Jun probably left, I don’t know and I don’t care. I grab his wrist to drag him away in a corridor.
“Nino…?”
I keep walking, I don’t really know where we’re going, as long as it’s far from this rich bastards’ party.
“Where are we going?” he asks with a bit out of breath.
I try to walk slower, then stop completely and turn round to look at him. He’s looking back at me with questioning eyes. I let go of his hand.
“Sorry… I’m done with these people.”
He nods, as if he understood, though I hardly think he does.
“Hey, I heard you like art!” I say suddenly, trying to avoid having to explain anything, not that he was going to ask, but well…
He makes an amused smile. “Designers usually enjoy art…”
“Well, yeah… Let me show you something.”
Jun told me yesterday Ohchan talked to him about some paintings he made and I got a bit jealous because I didn’t even know Ohchan was painting.
I lead him to a special room in the house, one in which my father doesn’t like me to enter, but tonight he won’t be here to check, so…. Well…
“Ready?” I ask him when we’re in front of the closed door.
I don’t really wait for him to approve before opening the doors. I like this room. The walls are filled with paintings of all kind, classics, moderns, Japanese, Asian, Occidental… Anything. When Ohchan enters, I never saw his mouth opened this wide and his eyes shining so much.
“Oh my-… Just…” he says, walking farther inside of the room. “How… How is it possible?”
“It’s my father’s private art gallery. Want a visit?”
He looks around quietly for a minute, admiring my father’s collection with a completely bewildered face. It makes me giggle. With his mouth opened like that, it makes him look like a fish.
“No…” he finally answers, taking me aback.
“Why no?”
“Because…” he steps closer to me. “These kind of paintings are made to be admired at daylight… It’s too dark, outside…”
“Oh… Well, I just wanted to surprise you.”
Maybe the disappointment can be heard a bit too much in my voice because Ohchan makes this apologetic face I rarely get to see on people in general. We’re here, both of us standing in the middle of this wide room, facing each other.
“Art is complicated,” he says softly.
I think I got that. I grab his hand to drag him closer, so close, our bodies nearly touching. He stares at me, his cheeks turning a light shade of red and it makes me smirk. I look at him straight into his eyes and he doesn’t look away.
“What is this all about?” Ohchan suddenly asks, and fuck I didn’t have any intentions hidden behind all of this!
“It might be about ‘Let’s go somewhere else’ if you want it,” I answer, leaning my face close to his, trying to show him that I fucking want him, but without him being too scared. He doesn’t look scared, though.
“Let’s go, then…”
Seriously?! I immediately pull him out of the room in the direction of my bedroom. It’s not too far from here. The corridors are empty and we can still hear sounds of the party going on the first floor.
As soon as we enter my bedroom, I shove him against the nearest wall, pushing our lips together. I hear a startled yelp escape from his closed mouth, but he doesn’t try to get away. He clenches at my shoulder and pull his tongue out of his mouth. I put my hand on the back of his neck for a better access. We exchange a needy, lustful, tongues-tangled kiss during which my mind becomes sensory overloaded, making me forget about everything else.
He pulls away at some point, taking his breath back, but I need more than this to be out of air. My lips wander on his cheeks, jaw, chin… I feel his hand loosen its hold on my shoulder, then slowly getting down. I let out a small whine at the lack of touch, slipping my hand under his shirt slowly, trying to see if I can really go farther. Ohchan doesn’t say anything, though. I feel his hand against my hip, not doing anything in particular, though I wish it did. I slightly bite his chin, his skin is so soft, there.
I want to explore it farther, bite more, suck harder, I don’t know, but I suddenly feel his slender fingers against my crotch, unbuttoning my pants and pulling the zipper down. I lift my head, getting my face back in front of his. He’s looking at me, his eyes slightly hazy. Our faces are an inch away, our lips barely touching. He finally looks back at me and he smiles. I was about to kiss him when I feel his hand in my briefs and his fingers getting wrapped around my half-hard member.
I part my lips, letting out a silent gasp, and he does the same. I wrap my arms around him, beneath his shirt, trying to hold onto something, but Ohchan puts his other arm around my shoulder, lifting his heels a bit for his face to be slightly higher than mine. Down there, he doesn’t really hold me, his fingers are just wandering on my length, teasing the tip, getting wrapped around it from times to times, and even though I wish he really did something, this thing right now is so hot. His parted lips against mine, not even kissing, just stealing the air from me, his body pressed up against mine, his hand on my cheek, like holding onto something, and his teasing fingers… I could come just with that.
I suddenly grab his wrist, pulling him away and he lets out a surprised yelp. I push him on the bed, a bit too violently but he started it, after all. I get on top of him on the bed and he looks up. Ohno’s eyes are deep and the way he looks at me is starting to get disturbing.
After staring at each other for a minute, we suddenly go back to what we were doing, meaning get clothes off. I quickly get rid of my pants and so does he, I pull my shirt over my head to take it off, and it just leaves me with my briefs and a painful hard on. He moves away, dragging himself on the king-sized bed. I follow him. Ohchan puts his hand on my face, then on my shoulder, than wrap his arm around my torso, his cold fingers against my skin making me shiver. I kiss him, his lips trembling a bit against mine, and I take advantage of it to grab his shirt and pull it off. He lets me do.
The first thing I see when I finally have him naked (or almost, since he still have his underwear on) is the scar on his shoulder. I hesitantly put my finger on it to trace it. I don’t know how I pictured it in my head, but it was wider. Here, there is just a little line were the bone stops. I follow it slowly to realize it’s wider than I first saw. It actually continues on his back, the line getting bigger, and ends near the tip of his shoulder blade, close to his spine. I quickly move my face back in front of his, biting my lips in embarrassment. How could I be so stupid?!
In front of me, Ohchan’s eyes are slightly wet, but he smiles. It’s a sad, heart-breaking smile that I want to erase from his face.
“I’m sorry,” I say, nearly forgetting my needy erection at the moment.
He shakes his head. “Nino… It’s okay…”
As an apology, I lean down to kiss his shoulder, then lifts my head to kiss his lips. I want him, all of him. His legs wrapped around me and his crying voice calling my name. I don’t really know if a penetration would be okay for the first time… I mean I usually don’t care about this, but right now, it’s Ohchan!
I push him down on the bed, then slip my hand under the pillow to grab the lube. I hold the bottle in front of his face.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
It’s weird, but I don’t have much choice, anyway. My erection is too painful.
“Yes,” he answers with an amused voice. “I’m not a beginner, you know…”
“Just to make sure…” I say, kissing him again, then pulling my briefs off.
Ohchan is not as hesitant as I thought he would be. At first I’m just too overwhelmed with the sounds he does, his moans and cries, and how it feels to be inside of him. I really wanted to see his face… He’s warm and tight and oh my god I could just come from pushing myself inside, but wait! I have to calm down. I watch his chubby face and parted lips and he’s so beautiful, hot and sexy and just perfect. When I start moving inside of him, he hides his face behind the back of his hand for a second, letting out a moan. At some point, I realize that letting me do this must be a great move on for him, it probably means he trusts me, and it’s disturbing somehow. So disturbing that I stop moving.
So there is someone on this fucking planet that actually trusts me. Even love me, maybe.
He frowns, then leans on his elbows to raise his body a bit.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “Nothing…”
He grabs my arm to straighten up, changing our position, sitting on my crotch and hips. I stretch out my legs on the bed, still inside of him and so close, already. He puts the tip of his fingers on my cheek with a childish laugh, then lift his hips and lower himself back on my cock, making me gasp. He leans his head down and his lips catch mines. One of my hand wanders on his ass, keeping him moving. I moan and whine his name into the kiss, hearing him calling mine in return. It’s probably the most perfect moment of my life.
Second stage is cleared!
I fell in love as well, didn’t I?
I guess I won this game.
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A/N: So first: I know some of you expected Ohchan to be on top for the nc-17 scene but there is something that I have to say: I never write nor read seme!Ohno stuff ^^" It always make me cringe somehow u_u
Then this is the end of Pride, I hoped you enjoyed it =) Thank you for all of your lovely comments on it <3