Seven Colors
Title: Seven Colors
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohno-centric OT5, Nino/Ohno, Aiba/Ohno, Sho/Ohno/Jun
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Whatever is Arashi going to do with three Ohnos...?
Notes: In celebration of Arashi's new AU commercials! Except not really. Actually I wrote this, oh, a year ago and never posted it. It came to mind when me and yarukizero were discussing the latest commercials and I decided to post it. I apologize for the lateness. Referenced commercial can be found here.
“Does that mean there’s going to be seven of us?” Sho asked with an incredulous voice, looking at the three Ohnos across from the group.
“Eh? Does it?” Nino followed up, looking around with the same unbelieving expression.
The room fell silent until the director yelled cut! a few seconds later.
“I think that was good, but let us quickly look over the film,” he called over to the group standing in the completely white set and they all nodded, glancing at each other.
But eventually all of their gazes fell on their Leaders, which there were now three of.
They all stared back with mischievous expressions, then each flipped open their new phones at intervals just a millisecond apart.
“Although the script said that there would be three of them, I thought it was going to be computerized or something,” Sho said with a curious frown. Aiba nodded in agreement then tilted his head as he watched the Ohnos.
The phone in Nino’s hand buzzed and the gamer jumped, staring at it in surprise. “These things work?”
Jun flipped his open and looked impressed. “It says there’s a signal and…” he nodded as he began pushing buttons on the keypad, “…there’s already some phone numbers in the memory card. ‘Aiba-chan,’ ‘Leader,’ ‘Sho,’ and ‘Nino.’”
Aiba’s phone buzzed too, and then Sho’s a second later.
“The wig looked cute-“ Nino read out loud, his gaze trained on the screen of his phone, and then his head immediately shot up and he raised his eyebrow at the artists across from him. “Which one of you was that?” he demanded, placing his hands on his hips.
All three Leaders grinned in a similar fashion, the bright overhead lights sparkling in their eyes.
“Good work today,” Sho read next, his own cell open in the same way, and he smiled at fishermen in front of them, also trying to figure out which one it could have been.
Aiba went next. “Isn’t this emoticon cute? It’s a fish, Leader,” Aiba chuckled, obviously trying his own hand at distinguishing the man that had sent it to him. But after a second he gazed back down at the text and shrugged happily. “Yeah, it is cute.”
Jun pouted at the lack of his own message, but the Ohnos were playing with their new toys again and a second later his phone beeped three consecutive times.
He couldn’t hold back a grin as he saw three identical messages, each one only consisting of a single heart.
“The take was good, thank you for your hard work,” the director called out as he headed back to the group and bowed curtly, as did the rest of the staff. Arashi returned the action and mumbled their gratitude for a smooth job, then exited the room together, retreating to the dressing room to change into their street clothes and collect their belongings.
Nino stared as all three Ohnos followed the rest of them, as if the other two belonged in the group just as much as the original did.
Aiba curtly examined the triplets and the three of them only watched with curious expressions as he began to poke them in various places, Nino joining in a moment later, scrutinizing the face of one of the Leaders.
“I think they’re real. No way could makeup be this good and if it was just a stunt double he would have left already,” Aiba said in wonder, but Nino shook his head.
“How can there be three Leaders?”
Aiba shrugged with a wide grin, saying that he didn’t know but certainly wanted to find out the answer.
“Oh-chan, want to hang out tonight?” the animal lover asked enthusiastically, looking back and forth between the three identical men. They looked at each other, as if to make a consensus, and then began nodding and mumbling.
“That should be fine,” one started, but was interrupted by the next.
“No plans tonight-“
“Sounds like fun, let’s go,” the last finished, all of their words overlapping to some degree, and the triples turned back to Aiba simultaneously, offering the exact same grin.
Aiba giggled and looked at Nino, who seemed stunned.
“You guys are free?” Aiba turned to look over at Jun and Sho, who were already busy with exchanging their clothes, leaving the mystery to the scientist and his gamer assistant.
Jun shrugged as he pulled his pants up and mumbled an affirmative, but Sho sighed and shook his head.
“News Zero right after this,” he explained with a melancholy expression.
“Are you free after that?” Nino asked quickly, finally recovering enough to pull the white shirt over his head and place it on the back of a chair.
“Yeah, I think so…”
Aiba cut in with excitement. “Where are we going to do our experiments? I might need a science lab…” he told Nino and the other idol stared back with a troubled demeanor.
“My place it too small for… seven,” he mumbled, looking at the three Ohnos who were staring back at him blankly.
“Why don’t you come to mine?” Jun offered as he adjusted his shirt and then sat down on an overused couch to pull his boots on.
“Thank you Jun-kun!” Aiba said happily, clapping his hands together and skipping over to where he had left his own clothing before they had started filming, the after-party plans out of the way.
Nino looked at each of the Ohnos with scrutiny once more, but the triplets didn’t seem like they really understood what they were getting into by agreeing to follow Aiba’s request.
+++
“Ah, Sho-chan, you’re just in time!” Aiba greeting the rapper happily as he entered Jun’s apartment, still in his suit from work and feeling disheveled. “We were just going to start the next round of experiments!”
Sho was at least relieved to see the three Leaders in one piece, so to speak, even though he couldn’t fathom how all of them existing together was possible.
Jun’s couch had been pushed up next to the wall in order to accommodate the extra people and the youngest of them was seated on it in a pair of designer jeans and an oversized sweater, looking amused. Aiba and Nino were in white lab coats for some reason, and their Leaders were standing in the middle of the room in their bare feet, each wearing a different outfit, although they were all in t-shirts and jeans, and every one of their pieces of clothing were familiar to Sho; Ohno owned all of them, but how in the hell did the other two get them?!
“They all said they’re the real Leader! Can you believe it? We weighed all of them-- they were the same and their measurements are exactly the same, too! Isn’t that amazing? And they could all drink the same amount before they were drunk, too-“ Aiba continued and Sho looked over to the kitchen, where there was an empty bottle of tequila and three shot glasses, then looked back at the Ohnos, realizing they were red in the face, and that one was leaning on another for support and giggling.
Jun also had a beer in his hand that he was sipping at slowly while he watched Aiba catch him up on the situation.
“Nino thinks they’re robots, but I think that’s because he plays too many video games, you know?” Aiba added under his breath, stealing a glance at the younger man, who was writing something down on a piece of paper in the kitchen.
“Anyway, we were just about to start asking them questions to see if they knew everything that Leader should know,” Aiba explained and dashed back over to Nino, looking over his shoulder to see what he was writing on a page already full of notes.
Without really thinking about it, once again leaving it to his group members, Sho slipped off his shoes and glanced at Jun, who motioned that there was a beer in the fridge for him. Thinking that sounded refreshing, the newscaster loosened his tie and left it on the counter before he grabbed a bottle for himself and started undoing the top buttons of his white shirt.
A moment later he sat down next to Jun and watched as the show proceeded.
“Okay, these are questions that Leader should know the answer to. So whoever can’t answer them has to be one of the fakes,” Nino explained to the triplets who were laughing at each other in their drunken stupor. He looked down officially at the paper he was holding and cleared his throat.
“Leader number one,” he addressed the man standing on the far left. “What part of your face made up our mother’s in the My Girl PV?”
The addressed fisherman furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head while the other two laughed at him.
“I don’t remember,” he admitted quickly, scratching his cheek and looking slightly more sober than before.
Nino sighed and shook his head, writing another note on the paper, and Aiba was watching him work intently.
“Leader number two,” the gamer continued, moving on to the next Ohno. “What souvenirs did we buy for Sho-chan while he was gone in Beijing?”
The triplet in the middle suddenly stopped laughing too and looked dazed.
He made an effort of thinking for a second, but then shrugged while the last of the identical men continued to giggle with a red face.
“There… was some food?” he offered in an unsure voice, but obviously didn’t know the answer.
Nino gave the same motion as before, one of disappointment and foreboding, and Sho mumbled to Jun, “I guess the last one is the real Ohno?”.
Jun shrugged and took another sip of his beer, once again watching his friends, and so Sho took his own gulp, content to wait for the results.
“Leader number three,” Nino said, looking at the last one. “What’s my favorite video game?”
The Ohno blinked and his expression dropped from making fun of the other two into looking thoughtful and rubbing his chin.
“Monster Hunter?” he guessed after a second of silence, but Nino didn’t give a direct reaction.
“Which number?” he asked cautiously.
Ohno looked trapped. “The… first one?”
Nino shook his head and the Ohno cringed, leaning on his twin’s shoulder.
“The first answer was wrong, anyway, I just wanted to see if you had a reason for choosing that,” Nino explained, making more notes on his paper.
Aiba let out a deep breath and looked at Nino in disappointment.
“It didn’t work, huh?”
“Nope, they all passed.”
“Passed?” Sho asked, obviously not understanding.
“If they were robots, they could have looked up the information or something. It was stuff that Ohno might know, but probably didn’t remember,” Aiba explained as Nino nodded and headed back to the kitchen.
“Well, for the next test the three of you have to do Ohno’s steps to Crazy Moon,” the gamer sighed, looking over at the trio, which seemed to be in high spirits again, and then motioned for them to get going.
“Nino, they’re drunk,” Jun interjected leisurely, implying the results of something like that probably wouldn’t be very conclusive. Sho mumbled that it would be funny to watch, though, and the younger idol chuckled in agreement.
But Nino ignored him and instead led “Leader number one” into the middle of the open room, positioning him in his starting spot, and did the same with number two and three. Each of them were wobbling on their feet and giggling as Nino moved them around, but when the younger man began clapping his hands, they were all paying close attention.
“Ready, set, go,” Nino said loudly, and the Ohnos began dancing as Aiba hummed the tune, only somewhat synchronized, but all of them completed the steps in the proper order, even though one of them started laughing loudly after about twenty seconds, and the one in the middle eventually stumbled enough that he fell into one of his replicates.
The two of them fell onto the floor in the fit of giggles and the last one gasped, “You messed up!” through his own chuckles.
Jun began laughing at the Leaders’ drunken actions too, and Sho was barely holding back the chuckles threatening to fall from his own mouth.
Nino and Aiba were mumbling in the kitchen, deciding that the older men had done enough to prove that they at least had Ohno’s conscious, if that wasn’t apparent already, and pointed to the next step of analysis on the paper they were using.
“Okay, Leader, stand up,” Nino said in a mildly annoyed voice, folding his arms as he looked down at the two of them on the floor. They both turned to him and smiled, but half of the pair helped the other up and they were back in their original positions in a few seconds, facing forward in a row as if they were soldiers.
One of them was watching Jun and Sho on the couch and the youngest idol offered the Ohno a short wave, which he returned in a heartbeat with a cute smile on his face. The other two artists were looking back and forth between Nino and Aiba, each making a mumbled guess at what the next challenge would be.
The gamer cleared his throat in a professional way, standing in front of the trio, and adjusted his white lab coat before he spoke.
“Leader,” he started, but corrected himself, “Leaders, please take off your clothes.”
One of them started to laugh again and he looked at the other two, who were grinning back at him in the same way.
“It’s just because Kazu wants to get in our pants,” he said, leaning on the next Ohno’s shoulder, and turning teasingly to the gamer.
“I assure you it’s completely for research’s sake,” Nino explained with a neutral expression, although it also looked like he wasn’t going to deny the fact that he might try to use the situation to his advantage. “We’re going to examine you to make sure there isn’t like a bar code or something.”
“There’s no-“ one of them started, but Nino cleared his throat and interrupted him.
“Take them off, please,” he repeated lightly, linking his hands together behind his back and waiting expectantly. Neither Sho nor Jun seemed to object to the idea and continued to watch the group from the couch, occasionally bringing their bottles to their mouths.
Shrugging and humming a why not to each other, they began pulling their shirts off in the same fashion, but one of them got the article of clothing stuck on his head and began stumbling around in a small circle. The other two chuckled at him, but eventually came over and helped to free the arm that had gotten wrapped up in the shirt, pulling it off of his head, and patted him lightly on the back as he smiled in gratitude.
Next went the three similar pairs of pants in a pile on the floor, and a Leader suddenly pointed at the other’s boxer shorts with a surprised but happy look on his face.
“Hey, those are my favorite underwear!”
“Mine too!” the other one added as the last looked down at the treasured pair of clothing.
“They’re really comfortable, huh?” he commented, squinting his eyes shut in a grin and beamed at the copies of himself.
But Nino cleared his throat before they could discuss it anymore, and the three idols dropped their boxers as well with only a quick look and shrug between them, leaving themselves bared to the rest of the Arashi members. Aiba quickly came up next to them and collected the discarded clothing, piling it on the counter next to Sho’s tie in order to leave as much open space as possible in the living room, and then stood next to Nino as the smaller man began detailing a few points for them to look for through their search.
Two of the Ohno’s began comparing the muscles of their upper arms as Aiba stepped behind one of them, and the last artist was looking shyly at Jun and Sho on the couch again. Sho smiled back at him and he could swear that Jun just winked, but the Ohno’s attention was redirected as Nino poked at something on his back and he jumped forward a little.
Aiba looked over at Nino curiously, then back at the Ohno he was supposed to be examining, and only a heartbeat later that Leader jumped, too, promptly turning around to stare at the animal lover.
“Ah, Aiba-chan wants to get in our pants, too,” the last one chuckled with a grin, looking at the taller man with teasing eyes.
“You’re supposed to be examining him-“ Nino started in a lecturing tone, but Aiba faced him, barely hiding the wide grin on his lips, and objected.
“I am! I’m examining him really well-“
As he said the last two words, Aiba quite firmly grabbed the Ohno’s ass in both of his hands, causing the smaller idol to twitch again, although not quite as much as he had before. “Aiba-chan…” he whined, but somehow it didn’t sound like he wanted him to stop.
“Better examine your mouth too…” Aiba said happily, pulling the shorter man against him and pressing their lips together before Nino could stop them. The gamer hit his fellow scientist on the head, but the other Ohno had turned to Nino and was grabbing onto his lab coat lightly.
The remaining Leader was looking at Jun and Sho again, and Jun was grinning back like a fox, motioning for him to come over and join them on the couch.
But even though the other Ohno was attempting to kiss him, Nino grabbed the one trying to escape by the arm, pulling him back towards him.
“Hey, no fair!” Jun said, setting his beer down on the side table and standing to face the group of men across from him. “You can’t have two!”
“Yes I can,” Nino mumbled in return, kissing the Ohno that had been headed for Jun while the other one began sucking on the gamer’s neck as a small hand ran over his exposed ass.
Sho stood immediately after the youngest member started across the room to confront Nino and the Ohnos, wobbling a little more since he had downed his beer in mere minutes, and followed Jun, trying to imitate his confidence.
When Jun went to retrieve his Ohno from Nino, the gamer continued to resist and the two strong willed idols glared at each other, completely oblivious to Aiba, who had pulled his own Leader against him and had his tongue deep inside of his mouth.
“There’s only one way to settle this,” Jun commented after a moment, and Nino narrowed his eyes, but agreed.
Sho, Nino, and Jun formed a circle, the Ohnos forgotten behind them, but before anything happened, Nino had turned back with a sigh and pulled Aiba away from the man he had been making out with.
“What?” he said in disappointment, looking around at his other band mates.
“Ready?” Jun asked and when no one objected, they all tossed their hands out simultaneously.
“Why do I always lose at this game?!”
Sho let out a shout of disappointment, holding up his rock while three of the other hands had been paper.
But Nino had also thrown a rock and he was staring at his hand curiously.
There was an extra paper and the rest of Arashi looked up at one of the Leaders, who had joined in the game when Aiba had.
“What did I win?” he asked happily, a wide grin on his face.
Aiba blinked in surprise, but Nino raised his eyebrow and explained. “We were playing to see who got an Ohno.”
“Ah, that’s lucky, then,” the artist chuckled happily, turning to the other two of his replicates that were standing outside of the group. “Can I have that one?” he requested, pointing at the twin that Aiba had been taking advantage of a moment ago.
“I don’t think you quite-“ Jun started while Sho looked encouraged that their battle had been messed up and he might get another chance. But the Ohno who had won was starting towards the other, pulling him close, and none of them could say anything as he pushed him against the wall and pressed their lips together.
The last Ohno joined the circle, taking Jun’s hand in his own lightly, and the complete idol group could only watch as Leader took advantage of himself.
The artist against the wall let out a moan, shivering as the other man moved from his mouth to kiss his neck lightly, then down his chest through a line of pecks with his lips, rubbing his twin’s half hard cock in his hand and making him gasp. After he had run his hands over the ass that matched his own, he quickly took the growing erection into his mouth and began sucking enthusiastically.
As he worked, the other Leader tangled his fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth closer and letting out a loud groan that echoed across the otherwise silent room.
“Ahhh… Ahhh…” he cried out as he thrust into the slightly more aggressive Ohno’s mouth, and then squeezed his eyes shut as he quickly orgasmed with the rest of the group watching.
Blinking his eyes open and looking down at the Ohno kneeling in front of him, Leader ran his fingers gently through the other idol’s hair and smiled in mild surprise before sliding down the wall and joining him on the floor. Together the pair turned to gaze at the five men that had witnessed the display with open mouths.
“That was fun. Who won me?” Nino’s Ohno asked cheerfully, leaning back and spreading his legs just a little, almost unconsciously, and although the Leader next to him was still panting, he was looking at Aiba with lust.
The gamer dived forward, immediately landing on his knees and covering the raunchy man, kissing him deeply and forcing his legs open wider as he pushed him back onto the carpet underneath them.
Aiba was after him with almost exact timing, pulling the Ohno that had just come towards him as he plopped down on the ground, forcing the artist to climb into his lap and kissing him immediately.
The last Ohno, which was standing next to Jun holding his hand, was swung around by the youngest idol and squished between him and Sho. The rapper promptly placed his hands on Ohno’s hips and leaned over his shoulder to kiss him while Jun ran his hands lightly over the naked body.
“Mmm, Leader… Leader…” Aiba mumbled as he continued to share wet kisses with his partner, hands wandering over the Ohno’s ass as he straddled him, and the Ohmiya pair was already struggling with getting Nino’s pants out of the way without allowing more space between their bodies than was absolutely necessary.
“If this is what we’re doing now…” Jun started, kissing the taunt skin on his Ohno’s neck as Sho’s lips moved from his mouth to his ear on the other side, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” The comment was directed at just his two partners, although the other four men in the vicinity probably weren’t listening anyway.
Sho hummed a confirmation and the trio began stumbling very slowly towards the next room over, but before they had reached their goal, Jun stopped them again as Aiba began chatting with his Ohno.
“I’m hungry, aren’t you hungry, Oh-chan?” he asked the man on top of him while he placed quick kisses across his jaw line, the artist wiggling around at the teasing with a tiny grin on his face. “I bet Jun has some whipped cream or something… let’s go look,” Aiba suggested, even though it didn’t seem like he was going to push his cohort off of him anytime soon.
At the mention of food, Jun cringed and turned back to couple, who had indeed managed to stand up and were having the same problems that the threesome had with moving while trying to keep their lips connected.
“You’d better not make a mess!” Jun warned while he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, Sho and Ohno kissing again behind him and struggling back to the doorway.
“We won’t,” Aiba replied absentmindedly, holding Ohno’s hands with his own and grinning as he shared a mischievous look with his partner.
By the time they made it into the kitchen and had rid Aiba of his clothing (piling it on top of the Ohnos’ outfits that had been confiscated earlier), Nino’s pants were halfway down his hips and he was rubbing his cock against the trapped Ohno’s, both of them gasping incoherently and filling the room with various sexual noises.
In the kitchen, the other one was grabbing Aiba’s ass playfully as the animal lover searched the fridge for something they could have fun with, and the threesome had finally stumbled into Jun’s private room and headed for the bed.
Jun had taken a second to struggle out of his pants while Sho gently pushed Ohno to the mattress, and then they switched positions so the newscaster could discard the remainder of his suit too. By the time he made it back to the pair, Ohno was gasping softly as the youngest member ran one of his hands up and down the outside of the artist’s hip and thigh, the other holding him up over the smaller man as his tongue danced over his neck.
“Sho-“ the apartment’s owner forced out between licks, “Get… the lube…”
The rapper was rubbing his own erection unconsciously as he watched his two band mates and then suddenly jumped to attention when Jun addressed him.
“Where is it?” he mumbled, looking around the clean room and not having any idea where to start.
Waving his hand in vague direction of a set of drawers, Jun grunted something incoherent as the Ohno’s hips began thrusting up against him and immediately forgot what he was trying to tell him.
But Sho was one to always do things properly and he didn’t want to have to back away from Leader again once he got involved, so he tore the top drawer open and began piling Jun’s underwear on the top of the dresser, desperate to find the item he was looking for.
Meanwhile, Aiba had gone straight for the freezer and now had a single serving cup of raspberry chocolate ice cream at his disposal. Ohno was seated on the bar counter of the kitchen and Aiba was leaning against it between the smaller man’s legs, a spoon in hand and the lid to the desert already disposed of. He was feeding the sweet to Ohno teasingly, keeping the spoon far enough away that the artist had to reach out with his tongue to get any, and then shared a deep kiss with him before he scooped out the next bit.
“It tastes good,” Ohno mumbled and Aiba agreed with his lips pressed against the side of the older man’s mouth. This time he ate the treat himself, letting it melt slowly on his tongue, but Ohno pulled him closer and locked their mouths again, tasting the ice cream in a different way and not breaking away even when it was gone.
“Ah,” the artist suddenly let out a soft but startled moan. “No, it’s cold.”
Aiba smirked and licked the corner of his lips, where some of the chocolate had gotten lodged, watching Ohno attentively as the older man whimpered and closed his eyes. The ice cream container was in his hand and he was slowly rubbing the ice crusted side of it against his partner’s right nipple.
“But it feels good, right?” he asked sensuously and set the ice cream back on the counter, bending over to better examine Ohno’s chest, which had a few beads of water on it where the frozen treat had been. Leader watched him in anticipation but didn’t answer.
Another moan filled the room as Aiba darted out his tongue and licked the sensitive area, attacking his Ohno with enthusiasm, but Nino and the other one were already caught up in their own activities to pay attention.
“…It’d be sexy, right Oh-chan?” Nino mumbled against the older man’s neck while his hand stroked Ohno’s cock in exaggerated movements. He was still pressing him into the floor, the artist’s legs on either side of his hips, and he was nearly thrashing in response to the teasing. Arms on the other idol’s back for an attempt at stability, Ohno could only gasp and squirm and let Nino have his way.
“Right, Oh-chan?” he asked again, obviously waiting for an answer from his victim. His knuckle tensed around Leader’s erection and the man arched his back, trying to force Nino’s hand but not having the proper space to.
“Nnn… Please, Kazu…” he gasped out.
Nino retreated a little in order to give Ohno a mock irritated look. “I guess that’s good enough,” he conceded and pushed himself off the ground, helping a trembling clone up after him. He shed the pants that were almost to the ground anyway and finished getting undressed as Ohno tried to catch his breath and get his body under control.
When he was done, the gamer grabbed his partner’s hand firmly and dragged him into the bedroom, where the next Ohno was trapped between Sho and Jun once again; he was sprawled out on all fours with Jun’s cock in his mouth and Sho’s fingers fucking him slowly.
Instead of making a comment at the hypersexuality of the situation, Nino instead asked nonchalantly, “Jun, where’s your handcuffs?”
“With the underwear-fuck…” he replied immediately, then swore as Ohno moaned around him, Sho completely inside him up to the knuckle.
“Thank you,” Nino mumbled in response and turned to the still open drawer, which was devoid of half of its underwear residents, thanks to Sho’s desperation, and exposing the small collection of sex accessories.
“Why do you have handcuffs?” Sho asked curiously, glancing at Jun even though he wasn’t sure he was going to get an answer with the current situation and all.
“Nino… gave…” he tried the reply, but he shivered and grabbed onto the back of Ohno’s head firmly, letting his eyes drift shut.
“From a magic set I bought a while ago because they were broken,” the gamer continued for him, reaching into the dresser and moving a few things around. Nino’s Ohno looked in curiously too and then watched at the younger man pulled out a pair of standard looking handcuffs and dangled them happily in front of the artist. “They’ll work well enough for this, though,” he finished happily and turned back to the bed.
“Lie down there on the floor, Satoshi,” Nino said sweetly, but in a way that didn’t sound innocent at all.
The Leader complied and adjusted himself next to the mattress, looking up at Jun’s ass as it tensed and the model thrust his hips a little, moaning again. Nino got his attention back, though, when the jingle of the metal retainers sounded near his head and his arms were stretched up.
First he secured one wrist and then pulled the chain around the leg of the bed before he did the other one, effectively immobilizing the artist, or at least his arms.
“Kazu…” the Ohno said in a sultry voice, looking up at him with a lidded gaze and pulled lightly at his bonds, as if to assure his partner that the was ready for whatever was next. Nino’s stare was predatory and he licked his lips as he surveyed his work, his eyes dark with lust and excitement.
As he spread his Leader’s thighs open with a feather touch that made the artist gasp, on the bed Jun was pushing away his own Ohno with a pinched look, taking a few deep breaths and stabilizing himself against the headrest.
“Sho, go ahead… It’s going to take me a minute…” he mumbled. He hadn’t come, but it had been close and he had accidently let out a little bit in Ohno’s mouth, and if he tried fucking him now he knew he wouldn’t make it long enough to give Ohno the pleasure he deserved.
Without waiting for anything else, Sho turned Leader onto his back, forcing him down on the mattress, and kissed him deeply as the older man’s legs immediately came around his waist to pull him closer.
“Sho-cha-Ahhh…” he gasped and then arched against the blanket as Sho pushed into him, and his moans were joined by the one on the floor too.
“Kazu…!” The gamer’s mouth was working at his erection enthusiastically, a fist around the base while his mouth sucked at the head and his tongue worked into the slit. Ohno was shaking and pulling against the handcuffs, but Nino didn’t let up, holding the artist’s hips still with the weight of his body and his free hand. “Kazu-I’m… Nnn…”
But he wasn’t given any relief. Nino withdrew his mouth, although his fist was still wrapped around the base of the older man’s erection tightly, and instead he began kissing the front of Ohno’s pelvis and up to his belly button.
“Kazu, please…” he begged, but still didn’t receive any attention despite his words.
“That’s what you get…” was the reply, muffled against the tanned skin, wet with sweat.
In return the Leader whimpered.
“That’s right… You were naughty, taking advantage of the other Ohno like that…” Nino continued, licking his partner’s abs leisurely and running both hands up and down the artist’s waist, being careful not to bring any part of him in contact with the Leader’s swollen cock. “Did he taste good, Oh-chan? You were devouring him…”
By the time Aiba and his Ohno came in, Nino was working on his nipples and “naughty” Ohno was once again begging for release.
Aiba was carrying his own Leader, both legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and the artist was trying to kiss him but Aiba was too busy focusing his attention on walking properly to give into his lover.
“Oh-chan, they’re all having fun without us,” he pouted, but Leader didn’t remove his interest from the other idol’s face, where his lips were fluttering over his cheek.
Aiba shuffled over to the bed where Sho was pounding into another duplicated Ohno while Jun leaned over him, running his hands over his chest and pinching a nipple as he watched the Ohno’s face twist in pleasure.
Their rhythm was broken though as Aiba crashed onto the foot of the bed with his partner, where there was only a little bit of open space left.
“Aiba-“ Sho whined, having fallen onto of his Leader and losing his connection with the older man, and Jun also let out an annoyed sound as the three of them stared at the animal lover, who was pinning his own Ohno to the mattress.
Without paying attention to the rest of the room, Aiba leaned down and kissed the artist on the mouth, one of his thumbs immediately drawn to Leader’s nipple, the one that wasn’t red and swollen already.
“Kazu, fuck me… please,” came another familiar voice from the floor at the side of the bed, and Sho, Jun, and their Ohno all turned to look there too before Jun sighed in annoyance again. It didn’t seem like Nino had any intention of doing something like that yet, so he turned back to Sho and Ohno, who were seated awkwardly because of the lack of space.
“Let me have a turn then,” he said casually, moving Leader so he was seated on Sho’s lap, and then pushed the two of them back against the wall.
Aiba got control of himself long enough to glance at the threesome and then looked back down at Ohno sweetly, taking a second to push some of the bangs off of his wet forehead, and the artist smiled up at him happily.
“Oh!” he suddenly perked up. “I have a good idea, Oh-chan!” he said with excitement evident in his voice. “Just wait here a second, yeah?” Aiba jumped off the bed and ran back into the other room, leaving his Ohno to watch Jun begin fucking his twin just a few feet away.
Just as he was about to begin thrusting in and out of the sweet piece of ass he had at his disposal, Jun felt a new hand groping him and turned to find Aiba’s Ohno staring up at him, running his fingers over the dimple that had formed in the younger star’s ass cheek.
Jun smirked.
“Oh-chan,” he said sensuously, rotating his hips slowly inside of the other Leader while he looked at the one laying on the bed. “Why don’t you kiss me?”
Even though the artist was sitting up to do just that, Aiba had come back with a bottle in his hand and pouted, pushing his lover back to the mattress before he got anywhere. “Jun, you have one,” he complained, and the younger man only spared him a mildly reproachful look before turning back to the body that was trembling underneath him, Sho’s lips brushing Ohno's neck and fingers giving his cock only feathery touches.
“Ne, Leader?” Aiba asked enthusiastically, already forgiving him for his thoughts of infidelity. His Ohno gave him a curious look, so he held up the bottle and received a grin.
Jun sighed in frustration and although all he wanted to do was fuck Leader until he couldn’t stand any more, his attention was split and there was no way he could focus until he knew what Aiba was doing.
“What does he have?” the youngest idol asked Sho in a low voice, slowly down and moving his hips in circles again, making his Ohno squirm even though Jun wasn’t focusing his efforts properly.
“…Chocolate syrup,” Sho answer with a glance at Aiba, who had popped up the top of the condiment and was pouring some onto his fingers for his to lick off sensuously.
“Fuck, Aiba, not in my bed-“ Jun started, pulling out and turning to the scientist. “I don’t care what you eat, just keep it in the kitchen-“ he started, but Aiba was already dripping the chocolate onto Ohno’s chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful…” he replied in a singsong voice, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he continued the design he was drawing. The artist giggled at the sensation of the chocolate on his skin and watched with interest at what was coming out.
Jun scoffed and looked back to his Ohno and Sho, but they were both leaning forward and eyeing the next Ohno’s chest in the same way, and after Aiba was done they both smiled in amusement.
He had drawn a circle of brown around each of the artist’s nipples and a curved line between his belly button and erection, and when Jun raised his eyebrow at him he explained, “It’s a smiley face!” with a grin.
Carefully closing the bottle, Aiba placed it on the floor, where Nino and his lover were caught in their own little world (Nino still wasn’t fucking him yet, but he was teasing him open with two lubed fingers), and then promptly turned back to the artist sprawled out on the bed and began licking the syrup off of him.
Ohno’s hand came up to grab the back of his head, his fingers gripping his hair tightly, and he let out a low gasp as Aiba’s tongue slid around his red nipple but didn’t actually touch it again.
“I knew it…” Aiba mumbled, his nose brushing Ohno’s hot skin, “It’s delicious!”
“Aiba-chan…” he whined back, trying to bring his head up for a kiss, but they both turned as the Leader next to them spoke.
“…Can I try too?”
Jun looked at the man in surprise and tried to hold back an affectionate smile (since he was supposed to be annoyed), but didn’t stop his Ohno from leaning forward and tentatively licking some of the chocolate off of the other’s peck.
The twin watched himself with barely parted lips and then groaned when Aiba’s hand found his cock.
Once he had cleaned up the rest of the chocolate around the nipple, the recently fucked Leader glanced up at himself and licked his lips, trying to get all of the treat off his mouth. But Leader knew Leader very well and realized he should share his sweet treat with himself (since Aiba hadn’t) before he was even asked to.
He leaned down and chastely pressed his lips to Ohno’s, and the other artist licked the corner of his mouth where some chocolate had been left behind. It didn’t take longer before their tongues were slipping against each other and Sho let out a soft groan next to them while Jun began fondling his Leader’s ass.
Aiba continued stroking Ohno’s cock while he finished lapping up the remaining line of chocolate right above where his hand was working, and the last Leader’s voice was heard suddenly throughout the room in the shape of a loud moan.
Nino had been teasing him since he’d tied him to the bed, but he had finally reached his limit and entered the older man, grasping onto his hips lightly and moaning obscenities as he was swallowed by the heat of his partner.
“Kazu… please…Nnn…” came the begging from the floor, but Nino wasn’t about to let the artist come without him, even though they were both shaking.
“Oh-chan…” Jun mumbled, trying to get the older man’s attention. Even though Ohno kissing himself was fucking hot--
Leader turned to the youngest idol and gave him a smile before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jun’s. “I didn’t forget you,” he giggled, resting his hand on Jun’s shoulder lightly, and then turned to Sho as if to tell him the same thing. “Let’s have sex, okay?” he mumbled, straddling the rapper and draping his arms around his shoulders, then cocked his hips so that his ass was pointedly directed at Jun.
Taking a moment to run his hands over the exposed skin, Jun swallowed and glanced at Sho, who was thoroughly distracted as Ohno began kissing him, before he re-entered the older man.
Aiba too had finally taken the lube and was stretching his own Leader in preparation of his own bout of sex and soon enough the bedroom was taken over with sounds of panting, cursing, moaning, and various names.
“Kazu, please-“
“Ma-Masaki…”
“Fuck, Leader, that’s hot-“
“Right there, right there!”
“…I’m coming!”
Jun orgasmed first with a gasp, his eyes squinted shut in pleasure. After he regained control of himself, he helped Ohno change positions on the bed (his knees were at a weird angle because of Aiba and his Leader), and then slid halfway off the mattress to take the older man in his mouth as Sho impatiently entered him from behind.
Nino and his Ohno were next, both coming within seconds of each other with loud curses and moans, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, and the gamer immediately collapsed on top of the artist with heavy breaths.
One of the remaining Ohno’s came inside of Jun’s mouth almost too early, but he had been teased more than enough and continued to make obscene noises as Sho thrust into him. Jun was wiping his lips and fell back onto the floor with Nino and Ohno as Sho took advantage of the extra room and thrust into the artist furiously until he came with a strangled gasp.
Aiba was the last, his Leader right before him, but even then they lasted several more minutes while the rest of the room watched through various stages of sleep haze.
When Aiba collapsed on Sho’s calves with a satisfied sigh, Jun finally stood with shaky legs, surveying the damages done to his bedroom. It was a disaster, but… he would worry about it tomorrow.
“Aiba, Nino, you can sleep on the couch,” he said in a haughty tone, pointing towards the door with a yawn.
“No way,” Nino was the first to object, pushing himself up off the ground. Ohno rattled his handcuffs to remind Nino that he was still tied up, and with a distantly surprised look the younger man reached forward and fiddled with the lock to free him.
Helping Ohno up, Nino pulled the man past Jun and they both climbed onto the bed even though there was barely room for them. Sho was pushed against the wall with his Ohno squished against his chest, and the next Ohno was on his other side with Nino basically hanging off the mattress. Aiba and his Ohno were taking up the rest of the area at the foot of the bed and Jun frowned. It was his bed and there was no room for him.
But he certainly wasn’t going to sleep on the couch.
Piling on somewhere between the two Ohnos, Jun ignored the muffled complaints from the rest of the men and smirked as Nino fell to the floor with a satisfying thump.
A nonsensical argument and five sleeping men later, they somehow managed, and Arashi (plus two extra Ohno’s) fell into dreamland.
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Sho woke up with Aiba’s foot in his face.
He stiffened and then sat up with a sleepy blink, rubbing his eyes and trying to adjust to the darkness around him.
His first thought was, what time is it? followed immediately by, what the hell happened last night?
He squinted at Jun’s clock, which read an insanely early time in the morning, but Sho had work which he could not neglect and in fact he might have just enough time to get home take a shower and change his clothes before he was due to arrive…
Gingerly crawling off the bed as to not interrupt any of the other members (Jun was still snoring, so it was probably a success), Sho shuffled across the room and into the toilet to steal some mouthwash before he planned on retrieving his clothes and heading back to his own apartment.
Once he had returned to the dim room, he bent down to get what he had been wearing the previous day (a now very rumbled suit), remembering vaguely that for some reason there had been three Ohnos and wasn’t that strange?
Sho heard a tiny whimper from the area of the full bed and immediately turned his head, his protective instincts kicking in. He’d better make sure Ohno wasn’t being smothered before he headed out.
The sound had indeed come from Leader and he was indeed being smothered with Jun’s arms holding him tightly in place against the bigger man’s chest, but the rapper could tell right away that there was something else wrong.
“…Sho-chan?” Ohno whimpered pathetically, trying to push himself off the bed.
“What’s the matter?” he whispered back, immediately darting over to the mattress and kneeling down so he could properly look at the older man.
“…It hurts…” He was still trying to get up, so Sho helped him by prying Jun’s hands off of him and pushing Aiba’s other leg off of his waist.
Although he tried to stand by himself, the artist was shaking and he collapsed against Sho, who held him up with minimal effort, his eyes wide with worry.
“Oh-chan, what’s wrong?” Leader was only clinging to his neck and taking ragged breaths and Sho had already given up on going home. “Come on, let’s see,” he continued gently, picking Ohno up (although he let out another soft whine), and carried him to the bathroom.
Folding the seat down, Sho helped Ohno adjust himself on the toilet and watched the older man’s pinched expression with worry, promptly feeling his forehead to check for a fever. Leader was warm and sweaty, but nothing that couldn’t be explained by sleeping in a bed naked with four other men.
But as Sho backed up to take a second look, he froze as he began to see the reason why Ohno was complaining. His neck was red and there were at least three hickies visible against his dark skin. One of his nipples was tender and almost swollen, and his wrists had marks from what could have only been Nino’s handcuffs. And he didn’t want to look down any farther for fear of what he would find… no wonder Leader couldn’t walk…
“Ohno, do you remember what happened yesterday?” Sho asked slowly, pushing some of the messy hair out of the other man’s face and giving him a seriously concerned look.
In response, he furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. “We filmed that commercial…” Sho nodded to encourage him. “Aiba asked me to come back here, I think… I got drunk,” he admitted shyly. “I think I had sex with Aiba-chan,” he continued after a moment with a thoughtful look. “And Nino… And Jun… And you…together…”
Sho took a deep breath and swallowed, pulling Ohno into a hug.
He really had no idea what happened, but if Ohno was remembering all of those things he must be feeling most of the consequences, too.
“I’m going to call your manager. You need to rest.”
“No, Sho-chan, I’m okay-“ he started to argue, but the rapper gave him a warning smile and wouldn’t let the older man fight with him.
“Now, do you want a shower or shall I just take you back to bed?”
Ohno looked guilty and shifted his hips uncomfortably.
“Shower?” He guessed and after a second Ohno nodded slowly. Sho grinned at him again, glad that at least everything was back to normal, and on impulse leaned forward and gave the smaller man a light kiss on the lips.
Ohno smiled back and leaned his head sleepily against Sho’s chest as he was picked up again.
Although helping Ohno wash up and having their naked wet bodies pressed against each other was tempting, Sho had no choice but to restrain himself despite Ohno’s cute antics of playing with Jun’s face wash and making a long beard down his chest.
Once he was satisfied that Leader was taken care of, Sho left him to dry his own hair and went to the kitchen to retrieve Ohno’s underwear.
He found three sets of clothes and since he didn’t have enough time to contemplate it, picked up the one designated as the favorite pair and then helped Ohno slip into them. It was a thin barrier against molestation, but it was something.
Finally Sho helped Leader stumble back to the bed and as he crawled over Nino, returning to where he had been between the gamer and Jun earlier.
Surveying the scene and knowing that he had to go soon, Sho decided that Jun was slightly more trustworthy than either Aiba or Nino, since they seemed to be the least likely to restrain themselves.
As Ohno laid back on the mattress, Sho poked Jun firmly, and the younger man sat up with disheveled hair, looking around the room in near panic.
When he saw Sho in front of him, Jun blinked sleepily and tried to come out of his daze.
“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately at the look on the rapper’s face.
“I need you to protect Ohno.”
Jun blinked in blatant incomprehension.
“We overdid it yesterday,” Sho explained quickly, glancing at the clock. “Just don’t let Aiba or Nino do anything to him until I get back, okay?” he pleaded in a soft voice and Jun suddenly looked down at Ohno, who was adjusting himself against the bed sheets.
Sho threw his clothes on and said goodbye to the two conscious Arashi members, who were now having a conversation that consisted of Jun asking the same questions over and over again (“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt, right?”) and Ohno trying to go back to sleep.
They both drifted off again just after Sho had left, but at least Jun was paying enough attention to swat Nino’s hands away when they started pulling off Ohno’s boxers and hit Aiba on the head when the animal lover righted himself and tried to steal a kiss.
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A/N: Another old forgotten archived treasure! I think the reason I never posted this was because I felt like there needed to be a bit more at the end, but I think it was satisfactory after all. What's your opinion? There's a few more things that are 90% done that I'm going to try to finish so I can post them. Before I forget again.
I always seem to end up with Ohno-centric things, don't I? I guess it's because he's so sexy and super uke and the other members obviously love him so much. ^__^ But even more than the actual sex parts, I'm finding I like the after/ending parts better because I think it shows more of the mechanics of the relationship, rather than how they act during sex... Does that make sense? Also, I'm still trying to find some motivation to write, but I think it's slowly coming back, so let's hope it stays that way.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ohno-centric OT5, Nino/Ohno, Aiba/Ohno, Sho/Ohno/Jun
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Whatever is Arashi going to do with three Ohnos...?
Notes: In celebration of Arashi's new AU commercials! Except not really. Actually I wrote this, oh, a year ago and never posted it. It came to mind when me and yarukizero were discussing the latest commercials and I decided to post it. I apologize for the lateness. Referenced commercial can be found here.
“Does that mean there’s going to be seven of us?” Sho asked with an incredulous voice, looking at the three Ohnos across from the group.
“Eh? Does it?” Nino followed up, looking around with the same unbelieving expression.
The room fell silent until the director yelled cut! a few seconds later.
“I think that was good, but let us quickly look over the film,” he called over to the group standing in the completely white set and they all nodded, glancing at each other.
But eventually all of their gazes fell on their Leaders, which there were now three of.
They all stared back with mischievous expressions, then each flipped open their new phones at intervals just a millisecond apart.
“Although the script said that there would be three of them, I thought it was going to be computerized or something,” Sho said with a curious frown. Aiba nodded in agreement then tilted his head as he watched the Ohnos.
The phone in Nino’s hand buzzed and the gamer jumped, staring at it in surprise. “These things work?”
Jun flipped his open and looked impressed. “It says there’s a signal and…” he nodded as he began pushing buttons on the keypad, “…there’s already some phone numbers in the memory card. ‘Aiba-chan,’ ‘Leader,’ ‘Sho,’ and ‘Nino.’”
Aiba’s phone buzzed too, and then Sho’s a second later.
“The wig looked cute-“ Nino read out loud, his gaze trained on the screen of his phone, and then his head immediately shot up and he raised his eyebrow at the artists across from him. “Which one of you was that?” he demanded, placing his hands on his hips.
All three Leaders grinned in a similar fashion, the bright overhead lights sparkling in their eyes.
“Good work today,” Sho read next, his own cell open in the same way, and he smiled at fishermen in front of them, also trying to figure out which one it could have been.
Aiba went next. “Isn’t this emoticon cute? It’s a fish, Leader,” Aiba chuckled, obviously trying his own hand at distinguishing the man that had sent it to him. But after a second he gazed back down at the text and shrugged happily. “Yeah, it is cute.”
Jun pouted at the lack of his own message, but the Ohnos were playing with their new toys again and a second later his phone beeped three consecutive times.
He couldn’t hold back a grin as he saw three identical messages, each one only consisting of a single heart.
“The take was good, thank you for your hard work,” the director called out as he headed back to the group and bowed curtly, as did the rest of the staff. Arashi returned the action and mumbled their gratitude for a smooth job, then exited the room together, retreating to the dressing room to change into their street clothes and collect their belongings.
Nino stared as all three Ohnos followed the rest of them, as if the other two belonged in the group just as much as the original did.
Aiba curtly examined the triplets and the three of them only watched with curious expressions as he began to poke them in various places, Nino joining in a moment later, scrutinizing the face of one of the Leaders.
“I think they’re real. No way could makeup be this good and if it was just a stunt double he would have left already,” Aiba said in wonder, but Nino shook his head.
“How can there be three Leaders?”
Aiba shrugged with a wide grin, saying that he didn’t know but certainly wanted to find out the answer.
“Oh-chan, want to hang out tonight?” the animal lover asked enthusiastically, looking back and forth between the three identical men. They looked at each other, as if to make a consensus, and then began nodding and mumbling.
“That should be fine,” one started, but was interrupted by the next.
“No plans tonight-“
“Sounds like fun, let’s go,” the last finished, all of their words overlapping to some degree, and the triples turned back to Aiba simultaneously, offering the exact same grin.
Aiba giggled and looked at Nino, who seemed stunned.
“You guys are free?” Aiba turned to look over at Jun and Sho, who were already busy with exchanging their clothes, leaving the mystery to the scientist and his gamer assistant.
Jun shrugged as he pulled his pants up and mumbled an affirmative, but Sho sighed and shook his head.
“News Zero right after this,” he explained with a melancholy expression.
“Are you free after that?” Nino asked quickly, finally recovering enough to pull the white shirt over his head and place it on the back of a chair.
“Yeah, I think so…”
Aiba cut in with excitement. “Where are we going to do our experiments? I might need a science lab…” he told Nino and the other idol stared back with a troubled demeanor.
“My place it too small for… seven,” he mumbled, looking at the three Ohnos who were staring back at him blankly.
“Why don’t you come to mine?” Jun offered as he adjusted his shirt and then sat down on an overused couch to pull his boots on.
“Thank you Jun-kun!” Aiba said happily, clapping his hands together and skipping over to where he had left his own clothing before they had started filming, the after-party plans out of the way.
Nino looked at each of the Ohnos with scrutiny once more, but the triplets didn’t seem like they really understood what they were getting into by agreeing to follow Aiba’s request.
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“Ah, Sho-chan, you’re just in time!” Aiba greeting the rapper happily as he entered Jun’s apartment, still in his suit from work and feeling disheveled. “We were just going to start the next round of experiments!”
Sho was at least relieved to see the three Leaders in one piece, so to speak, even though he couldn’t fathom how all of them existing together was possible.
Jun’s couch had been pushed up next to the wall in order to accommodate the extra people and the youngest of them was seated on it in a pair of designer jeans and an oversized sweater, looking amused. Aiba and Nino were in white lab coats for some reason, and their Leaders were standing in the middle of the room in their bare feet, each wearing a different outfit, although they were all in t-shirts and jeans, and every one of their pieces of clothing were familiar to Sho; Ohno owned all of them, but how in the hell did the other two get them?!
“They all said they’re the real Leader! Can you believe it? We weighed all of them-- they were the same and their measurements are exactly the same, too! Isn’t that amazing? And they could all drink the same amount before they were drunk, too-“ Aiba continued and Sho looked over to the kitchen, where there was an empty bottle of tequila and three shot glasses, then looked back at the Ohnos, realizing they were red in the face, and that one was leaning on another for support and giggling.
Jun also had a beer in his hand that he was sipping at slowly while he watched Aiba catch him up on the situation.
“Nino thinks they’re robots, but I think that’s because he plays too many video games, you know?” Aiba added under his breath, stealing a glance at the younger man, who was writing something down on a piece of paper in the kitchen.
“Anyway, we were just about to start asking them questions to see if they knew everything that Leader should know,” Aiba explained and dashed back over to Nino, looking over his shoulder to see what he was writing on a page already full of notes.
Without really thinking about it, once again leaving it to his group members, Sho slipped off his shoes and glanced at Jun, who motioned that there was a beer in the fridge for him. Thinking that sounded refreshing, the newscaster loosened his tie and left it on the counter before he grabbed a bottle for himself and started undoing the top buttons of his white shirt.
A moment later he sat down next to Jun and watched as the show proceeded.
“Okay, these are questions that Leader should know the answer to. So whoever can’t answer them has to be one of the fakes,” Nino explained to the triplets who were laughing at each other in their drunken stupor. He looked down officially at the paper he was holding and cleared his throat.
“Leader number one,” he addressed the man standing on the far left. “What part of your face made up our mother’s in the My Girl PV?”
The addressed fisherman furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head while the other two laughed at him.
“I don’t remember,” he admitted quickly, scratching his cheek and looking slightly more sober than before.
Nino sighed and shook his head, writing another note on the paper, and Aiba was watching him work intently.
“Leader number two,” the gamer continued, moving on to the next Ohno. “What souvenirs did we buy for Sho-chan while he was gone in Beijing?”
The triplet in the middle suddenly stopped laughing too and looked dazed.
He made an effort of thinking for a second, but then shrugged while the last of the identical men continued to giggle with a red face.
“There… was some food?” he offered in an unsure voice, but obviously didn’t know the answer.
Nino gave the same motion as before, one of disappointment and foreboding, and Sho mumbled to Jun, “I guess the last one is the real Ohno?”.
Jun shrugged and took another sip of his beer, once again watching his friends, and so Sho took his own gulp, content to wait for the results.
“Leader number three,” Nino said, looking at the last one. “What’s my favorite video game?”
The Ohno blinked and his expression dropped from making fun of the other two into looking thoughtful and rubbing his chin.
“Monster Hunter?” he guessed after a second of silence, but Nino didn’t give a direct reaction.
“Which number?” he asked cautiously.
Ohno looked trapped. “The… first one?”
Nino shook his head and the Ohno cringed, leaning on his twin’s shoulder.
“The first answer was wrong, anyway, I just wanted to see if you had a reason for choosing that,” Nino explained, making more notes on his paper.
Aiba let out a deep breath and looked at Nino in disappointment.
“It didn’t work, huh?”
“Nope, they all passed.”
“Passed?” Sho asked, obviously not understanding.
“If they were robots, they could have looked up the information or something. It was stuff that Ohno might know, but probably didn’t remember,” Aiba explained as Nino nodded and headed back to the kitchen.
“Well, for the next test the three of you have to do Ohno’s steps to Crazy Moon,” the gamer sighed, looking over at the trio, which seemed to be in high spirits again, and then motioned for them to get going.
“Nino, they’re drunk,” Jun interjected leisurely, implying the results of something like that probably wouldn’t be very conclusive. Sho mumbled that it would be funny to watch, though, and the younger idol chuckled in agreement.
But Nino ignored him and instead led “Leader number one” into the middle of the open room, positioning him in his starting spot, and did the same with number two and three. Each of them were wobbling on their feet and giggling as Nino moved them around, but when the younger man began clapping his hands, they were all paying close attention.
“Ready, set, go,” Nino said loudly, and the Ohnos began dancing as Aiba hummed the tune, only somewhat synchronized, but all of them completed the steps in the proper order, even though one of them started laughing loudly after about twenty seconds, and the one in the middle eventually stumbled enough that he fell into one of his replicates.
The two of them fell onto the floor in the fit of giggles and the last one gasped, “You messed up!” through his own chuckles.
Jun began laughing at the Leaders’ drunken actions too, and Sho was barely holding back the chuckles threatening to fall from his own mouth.
Nino and Aiba were mumbling in the kitchen, deciding that the older men had done enough to prove that they at least had Ohno’s conscious, if that wasn’t apparent already, and pointed to the next step of analysis on the paper they were using.
“Okay, Leader, stand up,” Nino said in a mildly annoyed voice, folding his arms as he looked down at the two of them on the floor. They both turned to him and smiled, but half of the pair helped the other up and they were back in their original positions in a few seconds, facing forward in a row as if they were soldiers.
One of them was watching Jun and Sho on the couch and the youngest idol offered the Ohno a short wave, which he returned in a heartbeat with a cute smile on his face. The other two artists were looking back and forth between Nino and Aiba, each making a mumbled guess at what the next challenge would be.
The gamer cleared his throat in a professional way, standing in front of the trio, and adjusted his white lab coat before he spoke.
“Leader,” he started, but corrected himself, “Leaders, please take off your clothes.”
One of them started to laugh again and he looked at the other two, who were grinning back at him in the same way.
“It’s just because Kazu wants to get in our pants,” he said, leaning on the next Ohno’s shoulder, and turning teasingly to the gamer.
“I assure you it’s completely for research’s sake,” Nino explained with a neutral expression, although it also looked like he wasn’t going to deny the fact that he might try to use the situation to his advantage. “We’re going to examine you to make sure there isn’t like a bar code or something.”
“There’s no-“ one of them started, but Nino cleared his throat and interrupted him.
“Take them off, please,” he repeated lightly, linking his hands together behind his back and waiting expectantly. Neither Sho nor Jun seemed to object to the idea and continued to watch the group from the couch, occasionally bringing their bottles to their mouths.
Shrugging and humming a why not to each other, they began pulling their shirts off in the same fashion, but one of them got the article of clothing stuck on his head and began stumbling around in a small circle. The other two chuckled at him, but eventually came over and helped to free the arm that had gotten wrapped up in the shirt, pulling it off of his head, and patted him lightly on the back as he smiled in gratitude.
Next went the three similar pairs of pants in a pile on the floor, and a Leader suddenly pointed at the other’s boxer shorts with a surprised but happy look on his face.
“Hey, those are my favorite underwear!”
“Mine too!” the other one added as the last looked down at the treasured pair of clothing.
“They’re really comfortable, huh?” he commented, squinting his eyes shut in a grin and beamed at the copies of himself.
But Nino cleared his throat before they could discuss it anymore, and the three idols dropped their boxers as well with only a quick look and shrug between them, leaving themselves bared to the rest of the Arashi members. Aiba quickly came up next to them and collected the discarded clothing, piling it on the counter next to Sho’s tie in order to leave as much open space as possible in the living room, and then stood next to Nino as the smaller man began detailing a few points for them to look for through their search.
Two of the Ohno’s began comparing the muscles of their upper arms as Aiba stepped behind one of them, and the last artist was looking shyly at Jun and Sho on the couch again. Sho smiled back at him and he could swear that Jun just winked, but the Ohno’s attention was redirected as Nino poked at something on his back and he jumped forward a little.
Aiba looked over at Nino curiously, then back at the Ohno he was supposed to be examining, and only a heartbeat later that Leader jumped, too, promptly turning around to stare at the animal lover.
“Ah, Aiba-chan wants to get in our pants, too,” the last one chuckled with a grin, looking at the taller man with teasing eyes.
“You’re supposed to be examining him-“ Nino started in a lecturing tone, but Aiba faced him, barely hiding the wide grin on his lips, and objected.
“I am! I’m examining him really well-“
As he said the last two words, Aiba quite firmly grabbed the Ohno’s ass in both of his hands, causing the smaller idol to twitch again, although not quite as much as he had before. “Aiba-chan…” he whined, but somehow it didn’t sound like he wanted him to stop.
“Better examine your mouth too…” Aiba said happily, pulling the shorter man against him and pressing their lips together before Nino could stop them. The gamer hit his fellow scientist on the head, but the other Ohno had turned to Nino and was grabbing onto his lab coat lightly.
The remaining Leader was looking at Jun and Sho again, and Jun was grinning back like a fox, motioning for him to come over and join them on the couch.
But even though the other Ohno was attempting to kiss him, Nino grabbed the one trying to escape by the arm, pulling him back towards him.
“Hey, no fair!” Jun said, setting his beer down on the side table and standing to face the group of men across from him. “You can’t have two!”
“Yes I can,” Nino mumbled in return, kissing the Ohno that had been headed for Jun while the other one began sucking on the gamer’s neck as a small hand ran over his exposed ass.
Sho stood immediately after the youngest member started across the room to confront Nino and the Ohnos, wobbling a little more since he had downed his beer in mere minutes, and followed Jun, trying to imitate his confidence.
When Jun went to retrieve his Ohno from Nino, the gamer continued to resist and the two strong willed idols glared at each other, completely oblivious to Aiba, who had pulled his own Leader against him and had his tongue deep inside of his mouth.
“There’s only one way to settle this,” Jun commented after a moment, and Nino narrowed his eyes, but agreed.
Sho, Nino, and Jun formed a circle, the Ohnos forgotten behind them, but before anything happened, Nino had turned back with a sigh and pulled Aiba away from the man he had been making out with.
“What?” he said in disappointment, looking around at his other band mates.
“Ready?” Jun asked and when no one objected, they all tossed their hands out simultaneously.
“Why do I always lose at this game?!”
Sho let out a shout of disappointment, holding up his rock while three of the other hands had been paper.
But Nino had also thrown a rock and he was staring at his hand curiously.
There was an extra paper and the rest of Arashi looked up at one of the Leaders, who had joined in the game when Aiba had.
“What did I win?” he asked happily, a wide grin on his face.
Aiba blinked in surprise, but Nino raised his eyebrow and explained. “We were playing to see who got an Ohno.”
“Ah, that’s lucky, then,” the artist chuckled happily, turning to the other two of his replicates that were standing outside of the group. “Can I have that one?” he requested, pointing at the twin that Aiba had been taking advantage of a moment ago.
“I don’t think you quite-“ Jun started while Sho looked encouraged that their battle had been messed up and he might get another chance. But the Ohno who had won was starting towards the other, pulling him close, and none of them could say anything as he pushed him against the wall and pressed their lips together.
The last Ohno joined the circle, taking Jun’s hand in his own lightly, and the complete idol group could only watch as Leader took advantage of himself.
The artist against the wall let out a moan, shivering as the other man moved from his mouth to kiss his neck lightly, then down his chest through a line of pecks with his lips, rubbing his twin’s half hard cock in his hand and making him gasp. After he had run his hands over the ass that matched his own, he quickly took the growing erection into his mouth and began sucking enthusiastically.
As he worked, the other Leader tangled his fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth closer and letting out a loud groan that echoed across the otherwise silent room.
“Ahhh… Ahhh…” he cried out as he thrust into the slightly more aggressive Ohno’s mouth, and then squeezed his eyes shut as he quickly orgasmed with the rest of the group watching.
Blinking his eyes open and looking down at the Ohno kneeling in front of him, Leader ran his fingers gently through the other idol’s hair and smiled in mild surprise before sliding down the wall and joining him on the floor. Together the pair turned to gaze at the five men that had witnessed the display with open mouths.
“That was fun. Who won me?” Nino’s Ohno asked cheerfully, leaning back and spreading his legs just a little, almost unconsciously, and although the Leader next to him was still panting, he was looking at Aiba with lust.
The gamer dived forward, immediately landing on his knees and covering the raunchy man, kissing him deeply and forcing his legs open wider as he pushed him back onto the carpet underneath them.
Aiba was after him with almost exact timing, pulling the Ohno that had just come towards him as he plopped down on the ground, forcing the artist to climb into his lap and kissing him immediately.
The last Ohno, which was standing next to Jun holding his hand, was swung around by the youngest idol and squished between him and Sho. The rapper promptly placed his hands on Ohno’s hips and leaned over his shoulder to kiss him while Jun ran his hands lightly over the naked body.
“Mmm, Leader… Leader…” Aiba mumbled as he continued to share wet kisses with his partner, hands wandering over the Ohno’s ass as he straddled him, and the Ohmiya pair was already struggling with getting Nino’s pants out of the way without allowing more space between their bodies than was absolutely necessary.
“If this is what we’re doing now…” Jun started, kissing the taunt skin on his Ohno’s neck as Sho’s lips moved from his mouth to his ear on the other side, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” The comment was directed at just his two partners, although the other four men in the vicinity probably weren’t listening anyway.
Sho hummed a confirmation and the trio began stumbling very slowly towards the next room over, but before they had reached their goal, Jun stopped them again as Aiba began chatting with his Ohno.
“I’m hungry, aren’t you hungry, Oh-chan?” he asked the man on top of him while he placed quick kisses across his jaw line, the artist wiggling around at the teasing with a tiny grin on his face. “I bet Jun has some whipped cream or something… let’s go look,” Aiba suggested, even though it didn’t seem like he was going to push his cohort off of him anytime soon.
At the mention of food, Jun cringed and turned back to couple, who had indeed managed to stand up and were having the same problems that the threesome had with moving while trying to keep their lips connected.
“You’d better not make a mess!” Jun warned while he pulled his sweatshirt over his head, Sho and Ohno kissing again behind him and struggling back to the doorway.
“We won’t,” Aiba replied absentmindedly, holding Ohno’s hands with his own and grinning as he shared a mischievous look with his partner.
By the time they made it into the kitchen and had rid Aiba of his clothing (piling it on top of the Ohnos’ outfits that had been confiscated earlier), Nino’s pants were halfway down his hips and he was rubbing his cock against the trapped Ohno’s, both of them gasping incoherently and filling the room with various sexual noises.
In the kitchen, the other one was grabbing Aiba’s ass playfully as the animal lover searched the fridge for something they could have fun with, and the threesome had finally stumbled into Jun’s private room and headed for the bed.
Jun had taken a second to struggle out of his pants while Sho gently pushed Ohno to the mattress, and then they switched positions so the newscaster could discard the remainder of his suit too. By the time he made it back to the pair, Ohno was gasping softly as the youngest member ran one of his hands up and down the outside of the artist’s hip and thigh, the other holding him up over the smaller man as his tongue danced over his neck.
“Sho-“ the apartment’s owner forced out between licks, “Get… the lube…”
The rapper was rubbing his own erection unconsciously as he watched his two band mates and then suddenly jumped to attention when Jun addressed him.
“Where is it?” he mumbled, looking around the clean room and not having any idea where to start.
Waving his hand in vague direction of a set of drawers, Jun grunted something incoherent as the Ohno’s hips began thrusting up against him and immediately forgot what he was trying to tell him.
But Sho was one to always do things properly and he didn’t want to have to back away from Leader again once he got involved, so he tore the top drawer open and began piling Jun’s underwear on the top of the dresser, desperate to find the item he was looking for.
Meanwhile, Aiba had gone straight for the freezer and now had a single serving cup of raspberry chocolate ice cream at his disposal. Ohno was seated on the bar counter of the kitchen and Aiba was leaning against it between the smaller man’s legs, a spoon in hand and the lid to the desert already disposed of. He was feeding the sweet to Ohno teasingly, keeping the spoon far enough away that the artist had to reach out with his tongue to get any, and then shared a deep kiss with him before he scooped out the next bit.
“It tastes good,” Ohno mumbled and Aiba agreed with his lips pressed against the side of the older man’s mouth. This time he ate the treat himself, letting it melt slowly on his tongue, but Ohno pulled him closer and locked their mouths again, tasting the ice cream in a different way and not breaking away even when it was gone.
“Ah,” the artist suddenly let out a soft but startled moan. “No, it’s cold.”
Aiba smirked and licked the corner of his lips, where some of the chocolate had gotten lodged, watching Ohno attentively as the older man whimpered and closed his eyes. The ice cream container was in his hand and he was slowly rubbing the ice crusted side of it against his partner’s right nipple.
“But it feels good, right?” he asked sensuously and set the ice cream back on the counter, bending over to better examine Ohno’s chest, which had a few beads of water on it where the frozen treat had been. Leader watched him in anticipation but didn’t answer.
Another moan filled the room as Aiba darted out his tongue and licked the sensitive area, attacking his Ohno with enthusiasm, but Nino and the other one were already caught up in their own activities to pay attention.
“…It’d be sexy, right Oh-chan?” Nino mumbled against the older man’s neck while his hand stroked Ohno’s cock in exaggerated movements. He was still pressing him into the floor, the artist’s legs on either side of his hips, and he was nearly thrashing in response to the teasing. Arms on the other idol’s back for an attempt at stability, Ohno could only gasp and squirm and let Nino have his way.
“Right, Oh-chan?” he asked again, obviously waiting for an answer from his victim. His knuckle tensed around Leader’s erection and the man arched his back, trying to force Nino’s hand but not having the proper space to.
“Nnn… Please, Kazu…” he gasped out.
Nino retreated a little in order to give Ohno a mock irritated look. “I guess that’s good enough,” he conceded and pushed himself off the ground, helping a trembling clone up after him. He shed the pants that were almost to the ground anyway and finished getting undressed as Ohno tried to catch his breath and get his body under control.
When he was done, the gamer grabbed his partner’s hand firmly and dragged him into the bedroom, where the next Ohno was trapped between Sho and Jun once again; he was sprawled out on all fours with Jun’s cock in his mouth and Sho’s fingers fucking him slowly.
Instead of making a comment at the hypersexuality of the situation, Nino instead asked nonchalantly, “Jun, where’s your handcuffs?”
“With the underwear-fuck…” he replied immediately, then swore as Ohno moaned around him, Sho completely inside him up to the knuckle.
“Thank you,” Nino mumbled in response and turned to the still open drawer, which was devoid of half of its underwear residents, thanks to Sho’s desperation, and exposing the small collection of sex accessories.
“Why do you have handcuffs?” Sho asked curiously, glancing at Jun even though he wasn’t sure he was going to get an answer with the current situation and all.
“Nino… gave…” he tried the reply, but he shivered and grabbed onto the back of Ohno’s head firmly, letting his eyes drift shut.
“From a magic set I bought a while ago because they were broken,” the gamer continued for him, reaching into the dresser and moving a few things around. Nino’s Ohno looked in curiously too and then watched at the younger man pulled out a pair of standard looking handcuffs and dangled them happily in front of the artist. “They’ll work well enough for this, though,” he finished happily and turned back to the bed.
“Lie down there on the floor, Satoshi,” Nino said sweetly, but in a way that didn’t sound innocent at all.
The Leader complied and adjusted himself next to the mattress, looking up at Jun’s ass as it tensed and the model thrust his hips a little, moaning again. Nino got his attention back, though, when the jingle of the metal retainers sounded near his head and his arms were stretched up.
First he secured one wrist and then pulled the chain around the leg of the bed before he did the other one, effectively immobilizing the artist, or at least his arms.
“Kazu…” the Ohno said in a sultry voice, looking up at him with a lidded gaze and pulled lightly at his bonds, as if to assure his partner that the was ready for whatever was next. Nino’s stare was predatory and he licked his lips as he surveyed his work, his eyes dark with lust and excitement.
As he spread his Leader’s thighs open with a feather touch that made the artist gasp, on the bed Jun was pushing away his own Ohno with a pinched look, taking a few deep breaths and stabilizing himself against the headrest.
“Sho, go ahead… It’s going to take me a minute…” he mumbled. He hadn’t come, but it had been close and he had accidently let out a little bit in Ohno’s mouth, and if he tried fucking him now he knew he wouldn’t make it long enough to give Ohno the pleasure he deserved.
Without waiting for anything else, Sho turned Leader onto his back, forcing him down on the mattress, and kissed him deeply as the older man’s legs immediately came around his waist to pull him closer.
“Sho-cha-Ahhh…” he gasped and then arched against the blanket as Sho pushed into him, and his moans were joined by the one on the floor too.
“Kazu…!” The gamer’s mouth was working at his erection enthusiastically, a fist around the base while his mouth sucked at the head and his tongue worked into the slit. Ohno was shaking and pulling against the handcuffs, but Nino didn’t let up, holding the artist’s hips still with the weight of his body and his free hand. “Kazu-I’m… Nnn…”
But he wasn’t given any relief. Nino withdrew his mouth, although his fist was still wrapped around the base of the older man’s erection tightly, and instead he began kissing the front of Ohno’s pelvis and up to his belly button.
“Kazu, please…” he begged, but still didn’t receive any attention despite his words.
“That’s what you get…” was the reply, muffled against the tanned skin, wet with sweat.
In return the Leader whimpered.
“That’s right… You were naughty, taking advantage of the other Ohno like that…” Nino continued, licking his partner’s abs leisurely and running both hands up and down the artist’s waist, being careful not to bring any part of him in contact with the Leader’s swollen cock. “Did he taste good, Oh-chan? You were devouring him…”
By the time Aiba and his Ohno came in, Nino was working on his nipples and “naughty” Ohno was once again begging for release.
Aiba was carrying his own Leader, both legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and the artist was trying to kiss him but Aiba was too busy focusing his attention on walking properly to give into his lover.
“Oh-chan, they’re all having fun without us,” he pouted, but Leader didn’t remove his interest from the other idol’s face, where his lips were fluttering over his cheek.
Aiba shuffled over to the bed where Sho was pounding into another duplicated Ohno while Jun leaned over him, running his hands over his chest and pinching a nipple as he watched the Ohno’s face twist in pleasure.
Their rhythm was broken though as Aiba crashed onto the foot of the bed with his partner, where there was only a little bit of open space left.
“Aiba-“ Sho whined, having fallen onto of his Leader and losing his connection with the older man, and Jun also let out an annoyed sound as the three of them stared at the animal lover, who was pinning his own Ohno to the mattress.
Without paying attention to the rest of the room, Aiba leaned down and kissed the artist on the mouth, one of his thumbs immediately drawn to Leader’s nipple, the one that wasn’t red and swollen already.
“Kazu, fuck me… please,” came another familiar voice from the floor at the side of the bed, and Sho, Jun, and their Ohno all turned to look there too before Jun sighed in annoyance again. It didn’t seem like Nino had any intention of doing something like that yet, so he turned back to Sho and Ohno, who were seated awkwardly because of the lack of space.
“Let me have a turn then,” he said casually, moving Leader so he was seated on Sho’s lap, and then pushed the two of them back against the wall.
Aiba got control of himself long enough to glance at the threesome and then looked back down at Ohno sweetly, taking a second to push some of the bangs off of his wet forehead, and the artist smiled up at him happily.
“Oh!” he suddenly perked up. “I have a good idea, Oh-chan!” he said with excitement evident in his voice. “Just wait here a second, yeah?” Aiba jumped off the bed and ran back into the other room, leaving his Ohno to watch Jun begin fucking his twin just a few feet away.
Just as he was about to begin thrusting in and out of the sweet piece of ass he had at his disposal, Jun felt a new hand groping him and turned to find Aiba’s Ohno staring up at him, running his fingers over the dimple that had formed in the younger star’s ass cheek.
Jun smirked.
“Oh-chan,” he said sensuously, rotating his hips slowly inside of the other Leader while he looked at the one laying on the bed. “Why don’t you kiss me?”
Even though the artist was sitting up to do just that, Aiba had come back with a bottle in his hand and pouted, pushing his lover back to the mattress before he got anywhere. “Jun, you have one,” he complained, and the younger man only spared him a mildly reproachful look before turning back to the body that was trembling underneath him, Sho’s lips brushing Ohno's neck and fingers giving his cock only feathery touches.
“Ne, Leader?” Aiba asked enthusiastically, already forgiving him for his thoughts of infidelity. His Ohno gave him a curious look, so he held up the bottle and received a grin.
Jun sighed in frustration and although all he wanted to do was fuck Leader until he couldn’t stand any more, his attention was split and there was no way he could focus until he knew what Aiba was doing.
“What does he have?” the youngest idol asked Sho in a low voice, slowly down and moving his hips in circles again, making his Ohno squirm even though Jun wasn’t focusing his efforts properly.
“…Chocolate syrup,” Sho answer with a glance at Aiba, who had popped up the top of the condiment and was pouring some onto his fingers for his to lick off sensuously.
“Fuck, Aiba, not in my bed-“ Jun started, pulling out and turning to the scientist. “I don’t care what you eat, just keep it in the kitchen-“ he started, but Aiba was already dripping the chocolate onto Ohno’s chest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful…” he replied in a singsong voice, sticking his tongue out in concentration as he continued the design he was drawing. The artist giggled at the sensation of the chocolate on his skin and watched with interest at what was coming out.
Jun scoffed and looked back to his Ohno and Sho, but they were both leaning forward and eyeing the next Ohno’s chest in the same way, and after Aiba was done they both smiled in amusement.
He had drawn a circle of brown around each of the artist’s nipples and a curved line between his belly button and erection, and when Jun raised his eyebrow at him he explained, “It’s a smiley face!” with a grin.
Carefully closing the bottle, Aiba placed it on the floor, where Nino and his lover were caught in their own little world (Nino still wasn’t fucking him yet, but he was teasing him open with two lubed fingers), and then promptly turned back to the artist sprawled out on the bed and began licking the syrup off of him.
Ohno’s hand came up to grab the back of his head, his fingers gripping his hair tightly, and he let out a low gasp as Aiba’s tongue slid around his red nipple but didn’t actually touch it again.
“I knew it…” Aiba mumbled, his nose brushing Ohno’s hot skin, “It’s delicious!”
“Aiba-chan…” he whined back, trying to bring his head up for a kiss, but they both turned as the Leader next to them spoke.
“…Can I try too?”
Jun looked at the man in surprise and tried to hold back an affectionate smile (since he was supposed to be annoyed), but didn’t stop his Ohno from leaning forward and tentatively licking some of the chocolate off of the other’s peck.
The twin watched himself with barely parted lips and then groaned when Aiba’s hand found his cock.
Once he had cleaned up the rest of the chocolate around the nipple, the recently fucked Leader glanced up at himself and licked his lips, trying to get all of the treat off his mouth. But Leader knew Leader very well and realized he should share his sweet treat with himself (since Aiba hadn’t) before he was even asked to.
He leaned down and chastely pressed his lips to Ohno’s, and the other artist licked the corner of his mouth where some chocolate had been left behind. It didn’t take longer before their tongues were slipping against each other and Sho let out a soft groan next to them while Jun began fondling his Leader’s ass.
Aiba continued stroking Ohno’s cock while he finished lapping up the remaining line of chocolate right above where his hand was working, and the last Leader’s voice was heard suddenly throughout the room in the shape of a loud moan.
Nino had been teasing him since he’d tied him to the bed, but he had finally reached his limit and entered the older man, grasping onto his hips lightly and moaning obscenities as he was swallowed by the heat of his partner.
“Kazu… please…Nnn…” came the begging from the floor, but Nino wasn’t about to let the artist come without him, even though they were both shaking.
“Oh-chan…” Jun mumbled, trying to get the older man’s attention. Even though Ohno kissing himself was fucking hot--
Leader turned to the youngest idol and gave him a smile before he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Jun’s. “I didn’t forget you,” he giggled, resting his hand on Jun’s shoulder lightly, and then turned to Sho as if to tell him the same thing. “Let’s have sex, okay?” he mumbled, straddling the rapper and draping his arms around his shoulders, then cocked his hips so that his ass was pointedly directed at Jun.
Taking a moment to run his hands over the exposed skin, Jun swallowed and glanced at Sho, who was thoroughly distracted as Ohno began kissing him, before he re-entered the older man.
Aiba too had finally taken the lube and was stretching his own Leader in preparation of his own bout of sex and soon enough the bedroom was taken over with sounds of panting, cursing, moaning, and various names.
“Kazu, please-“
“Ma-Masaki…”
“Fuck, Leader, that’s hot-“
“Right there, right there!”
“…I’m coming!”
Jun orgasmed first with a gasp, his eyes squinted shut in pleasure. After he regained control of himself, he helped Ohno change positions on the bed (his knees were at a weird angle because of Aiba and his Leader), and then slid halfway off the mattress to take the older man in his mouth as Sho impatiently entered him from behind.
Nino and his Ohno were next, both coming within seconds of each other with loud curses and moans, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, and the gamer immediately collapsed on top of the artist with heavy breaths.
One of the remaining Ohno’s came inside of Jun’s mouth almost too early, but he had been teased more than enough and continued to make obscene noises as Sho thrust into him. Jun was wiping his lips and fell back onto the floor with Nino and Ohno as Sho took advantage of the extra room and thrust into the artist furiously until he came with a strangled gasp.
Aiba was the last, his Leader right before him, but even then they lasted several more minutes while the rest of the room watched through various stages of sleep haze.
When Aiba collapsed on Sho’s calves with a satisfied sigh, Jun finally stood with shaky legs, surveying the damages done to his bedroom. It was a disaster, but… he would worry about it tomorrow.
“Aiba, Nino, you can sleep on the couch,” he said in a haughty tone, pointing towards the door with a yawn.
“No way,” Nino was the first to object, pushing himself up off the ground. Ohno rattled his handcuffs to remind Nino that he was still tied up, and with a distantly surprised look the younger man reached forward and fiddled with the lock to free him.
Helping Ohno up, Nino pulled the man past Jun and they both climbed onto the bed even though there was barely room for them. Sho was pushed against the wall with his Ohno squished against his chest, and the next Ohno was on his other side with Nino basically hanging off the mattress. Aiba and his Ohno were taking up the rest of the area at the foot of the bed and Jun frowned. It was his bed and there was no room for him.
But he certainly wasn’t going to sleep on the couch.
Piling on somewhere between the two Ohnos, Jun ignored the muffled complaints from the rest of the men and smirked as Nino fell to the floor with a satisfying thump.
A nonsensical argument and five sleeping men later, they somehow managed, and Arashi (plus two extra Ohno’s) fell into dreamland.
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Sho woke up with Aiba’s foot in his face.
He stiffened and then sat up with a sleepy blink, rubbing his eyes and trying to adjust to the darkness around him.
His first thought was, what time is it? followed immediately by, what the hell happened last night?
He squinted at Jun’s clock, which read an insanely early time in the morning, but Sho had work which he could not neglect and in fact he might have just enough time to get home take a shower and change his clothes before he was due to arrive…
Gingerly crawling off the bed as to not interrupt any of the other members (Jun was still snoring, so it was probably a success), Sho shuffled across the room and into the toilet to steal some mouthwash before he planned on retrieving his clothes and heading back to his own apartment.
Once he had returned to the dim room, he bent down to get what he had been wearing the previous day (a now very rumbled suit), remembering vaguely that for some reason there had been three Ohnos and wasn’t that strange?
Sho heard a tiny whimper from the area of the full bed and immediately turned his head, his protective instincts kicking in. He’d better make sure Ohno wasn’t being smothered before he headed out.
The sound had indeed come from Leader and he was indeed being smothered with Jun’s arms holding him tightly in place against the bigger man’s chest, but the rapper could tell right away that there was something else wrong.
“…Sho-chan?” Ohno whimpered pathetically, trying to push himself off the bed.
“What’s the matter?” he whispered back, immediately darting over to the mattress and kneeling down so he could properly look at the older man.
“…It hurts…” He was still trying to get up, so Sho helped him by prying Jun’s hands off of him and pushing Aiba’s other leg off of his waist.
Although he tried to stand by himself, the artist was shaking and he collapsed against Sho, who held him up with minimal effort, his eyes wide with worry.
“Oh-chan, what’s wrong?” Leader was only clinging to his neck and taking ragged breaths and Sho had already given up on going home. “Come on, let’s see,” he continued gently, picking Ohno up (although he let out another soft whine), and carried him to the bathroom.
Folding the seat down, Sho helped Ohno adjust himself on the toilet and watched the older man’s pinched expression with worry, promptly feeling his forehead to check for a fever. Leader was warm and sweaty, but nothing that couldn’t be explained by sleeping in a bed naked with four other men.
But as Sho backed up to take a second look, he froze as he began to see the reason why Ohno was complaining. His neck was red and there were at least three hickies visible against his dark skin. One of his nipples was tender and almost swollen, and his wrists had marks from what could have only been Nino’s handcuffs. And he didn’t want to look down any farther for fear of what he would find… no wonder Leader couldn’t walk…
“Ohno, do you remember what happened yesterday?” Sho asked slowly, pushing some of the messy hair out of the other man’s face and giving him a seriously concerned look.
In response, he furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. “We filmed that commercial…” Sho nodded to encourage him. “Aiba asked me to come back here, I think… I got drunk,” he admitted shyly. “I think I had sex with Aiba-chan,” he continued after a moment with a thoughtful look. “And Nino… And Jun… And you…together…”
Sho took a deep breath and swallowed, pulling Ohno into a hug.
He really had no idea what happened, but if Ohno was remembering all of those things he must be feeling most of the consequences, too.
“I’m going to call your manager. You need to rest.”
“No, Sho-chan, I’m okay-“ he started to argue, but the rapper gave him a warning smile and wouldn’t let the older man fight with him.
“Now, do you want a shower or shall I just take you back to bed?”
Ohno looked guilty and shifted his hips uncomfortably.
“Shower?” He guessed and after a second Ohno nodded slowly. Sho grinned at him again, glad that at least everything was back to normal, and on impulse leaned forward and gave the smaller man a light kiss on the lips.
Ohno smiled back and leaned his head sleepily against Sho’s chest as he was picked up again.
Although helping Ohno wash up and having their naked wet bodies pressed against each other was tempting, Sho had no choice but to restrain himself despite Ohno’s cute antics of playing with Jun’s face wash and making a long beard down his chest.
Once he was satisfied that Leader was taken care of, Sho left him to dry his own hair and went to the kitchen to retrieve Ohno’s underwear.
He found three sets of clothes and since he didn’t have enough time to contemplate it, picked up the one designated as the favorite pair and then helped Ohno slip into them. It was a thin barrier against molestation, but it was something.
Finally Sho helped Leader stumble back to the bed and as he crawled over Nino, returning to where he had been between the gamer and Jun earlier.
Surveying the scene and knowing that he had to go soon, Sho decided that Jun was slightly more trustworthy than either Aiba or Nino, since they seemed to be the least likely to restrain themselves.
As Ohno laid back on the mattress, Sho poked Jun firmly, and the younger man sat up with disheveled hair, looking around the room in near panic.
When he saw Sho in front of him, Jun blinked sleepily and tried to come out of his daze.
“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately at the look on the rapper’s face.
“I need you to protect Ohno.”
Jun blinked in blatant incomprehension.
“We overdid it yesterday,” Sho explained quickly, glancing at the clock. “Just don’t let Aiba or Nino do anything to him until I get back, okay?” he pleaded in a soft voice and Jun suddenly looked down at Ohno, who was adjusting himself against the bed sheets.
Sho threw his clothes on and said goodbye to the two conscious Arashi members, who were now having a conversation that consisted of Jun asking the same questions over and over again (“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re not hurt, right?”) and Ohno trying to go back to sleep.
They both drifted off again just after Sho had left, but at least Jun was paying enough attention to swat Nino’s hands away when they started pulling off Ohno’s boxers and hit Aiba on the head when the animal lover righted himself and tried to steal a kiss.
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A/N: Another old forgotten archived treasure! I think the reason I never posted this was because I felt like there needed to be a bit more at the end, but I think it was satisfactory after all. What's your opinion? There's a few more things that are 90% done that I'm going to try to finish so I can post them. Before I forget again.
I always seem to end up with Ohno-centric things, don't I? I guess it's because he's so sexy and super uke and the other members obviously love him so much. ^__^ But even more than the actual sex parts, I'm finding I like the after/ending parts better because I think it shows more of the mechanics of the relationship, rather than how they act during sex... Does that make sense? Also, I'm still trying to find some motivation to write, but I think it's slowly coming back, so let's hope it stays that way.