Prompt Drabbles the second, post #2

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In response to this post.

Here are the next ones sorry it took so long. Unbetaed so if you find any mistakes tell me.

Title: Mated
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: R
Prompt: for bitsy_chan


For as long as he could remember, since he had become a vampire in the first place, Sho had been with Masaki. They had been inseparable. They had been changed together and had stayed together until now, hundreds of years later.

But the pair had reached an agreement after some time, and that was that, although they were best friends, they were not compatible as mates.

When you found a suitable mate you knew. It was like an invisible string tied itself to your heart and pulled you to that person, melting away the loneliness that came with watching generations fade and cities rise and fall and having no attachments to the things around you. With attachment came pain when it was time to leave, and both Sho and Masaki had grown weary of that pain.

So instead the two of them would wander around the world, taking refuge where they wanted, living in the night and above the regular humans who were worried about how long they should spend in the office and how many birthdays had passed and how many minutes it took to get home on the local train.

One day Masaki came home from a night of wandering alone (Sho instead choosing to watch the news on their television, finding the world as it was during the day fascinating and nostalgic), with an unusually big smile on his face.

“Sho-chan! I found someone! My mate!”

They had been looking for so long, and they had finally found someone in a backcountry place like this?

“What did you say? Where?”

“He was headed out on his boat to go fishing! He’s so handsome, Sho-chan. We have to think about how to make him mine!”

Between the duo, it happened quickly. Within three days, Satoshi had been changed into one of them of his own will, feeling the connection with Masaki as deeply as the vampire had.

And they were adorable. They cuddled all the time and Masaki pampered Satoshi through his sickness, running his fingers through his hair and whispering sweet encouragements in his ear, and Sho knew they were happy and that his friend had finally broke free of the solidarity that had begun to settle over the makeshift family.

But Sho was feeling that solidarity even more. He wanted a mate too. He was a little jealous of his friend, but he cared for the two of them too much, Satoshi included, to take any rash actions. The only thing he could do was look for his own mate and be patient until that moment came.

It was one night when the vampire had been out looking for food by himself, the mated couple nestled cozily at home.

Sho had always been attracted to supermarkets like a moth to the florescent lights, and so he had started towards the one shining in the distance without thinking about it. An open shop meant blood, anyway, and he sometimes liked to stand in the shiny white aisles and pretend that he was in the sun, imagining that this is what it felt like, since he couldn’t remember any more.

Right now, standing in front of the cereal section, Sho closed his eyes and raised his head towards the light, imagining himself on a beach, with waves coming towards him and then retreating calmly.

What was it like to feel warm?

He thought it was good feeling.

“Dude, are you okay?”

Sho glanced over at the shopper that had approached him and ducked his head in embarrassment. He shot past the middle aged bearded man and headed for the door, a little unsettled at getting so involved in his visualization as well as letting his vampire senses become dulled while doing so. He tried to make it to the exit, but he accidentally pushed a smaller customer on his way and turned to apologize.

And he couldn’t move again.

“Tch. Watch where you’re going.” Sho’s heart clenched and he looked at the offended man with wide eyes.

“You’re…” the vampire started, then caught himself when he realized that this was a human and that they didn’t take well to strange things, especially when they had to do with destiny or the supernatural in general. “You’re a very handsome man,” Sho said instead, completely seriously.

His victim looked taken back for a second, then smirked. “Are you hitting on me? In a grocery store at three in the morning? Are you crazy?”

Unable to say anything else, Sho shrugged and replied, “Possibly.”

The man laughed and the vampire simply watched in awe, wondering if being warm felt as good as what he was currently experiencing.

“Well… I guess you’re pretty cute yourself…” the human admitted under his breath, then looked embarrassed and took off past Sho and down the cereal aisle where the vampire had just escaped.

Of course he followed, not making a single sound as he did so, but his prey noticed anyway.

“You got lucky, you know. Not everyone in his town is tolerant to being hit on at the super market. Or homosexuality in general. You’re lucky it was me and not someone else.”

“What’s your name?”

The smaller man turned to stare at him for a second, then smiled and shook his head, looking back at the cereal and then moving farther down the rows of food, towards where the instant soups were displayed.

“Who wants to know?”

“I do,” Sho replied immediately, confused at the question. Why would it be anyone else?

The human sighed before asking blatantly, “What’s your name?”

“Sakurai Sho.” Before he had become a vampire he’d had a list of titles to that, his lineage and everything, but he’d found that, first of all that would give away his state of being, as his most recent relative would have died some four hundred years ago, and humans generally treated him as if he were crazy when he did that these days.

“Okay, Sakurai Sho,” the shopper said in a sarcastic voice and Sho wasn’t sure why, since he had answered the question promptly, concisely, and honestly. “What brings you to the supermarket at 3 a.m.?”

“I was hungry.”

Once again, prompt, concise, and honest, but the man burst out laughing, grasping his sides and dropping the basket that he had been carrying in hand.

Sho simply stared at him.

“Oh my God. You’re seriously cute,” his newfound target added after he had composed himself, wiping tears from his eyes. A second later he began picking packages of ramen off the shelf and filling his basket, still smiling widely in amusement, and Sho cleared his throat before promptly getting to the point.

“What’s your name?” he asked again.

The man looked at him with the same expression that had been on his face for the last minute, and the vampire felt something. His heart didn’t beat, so it wasn’t that something changed with that, but his blood was stirring and felt emotionally happy, which hadn’t happened in a while, at least not to this extent. He was used to curiosity, interest, and morbid amusement, but nothing like this.

“You can call me Nino.”

“And what brings you to the supermarket at 3 a.m.?” he automatically repeated the same question the human had thrown at him earlier, as if it was a strange thing to be in a store at such an hour. Well, actually, now that he considered the question, for people it no doubt was. They usually did things like sleep right now.

Nino chuckled lightly again before turning back to collecting his purchases. “To tell you the truth, I put off shopping until now. I’ve been playing the new Biohazard game all day and when I finally took a break, realized I hadn’t eaten since yesterday. But I didn’t have anything!”

Even though the vampire didn’t really understand the meaning of the explanation, he nodded anyway.

“So here I am.”

Sho was watching him intently, but the small man finally nodded to him, sending him a hesitant look, and waved his hand as he began walking away.

“See you around.”

Sho picked up on the aura right away and didn’t follow him, but he took Nino’s last words to heart and immediately went home to begin planning how to win his potential mate over.

It was easy to discover where his target human lived. He just tracked the scent that was already ingrained into his mind. Following the advice from Ohno and Aiba, the vampire waited for three days, even though he spent every night until then stalking Nino, either hovering outside of his apartment window in the shadows, or silently following him as he returned from a friend’s house. Although it might be a little premature, the human returned to the same supermarket at the same time as they had met before, around 3 a.m., and Sho couldn’t allow this chance to pass.

Instead of directly approaching the smaller man, though, he took his friends’ advice and planted himself in front of the pasta sauces that were lined up across from the instant noodles section before Nino had even picked up his basket in the front of the store. The vampire had his own this time, a small loaf of bread already inside of it (Ohno still liked to eat it even if he didn’t need to), and he pretended to be picking out something for dinner even if most of his attention was on the subtle way his target’s face lit up and then immediately melted back into place.

Holding back his desire to simply jump at his soul mate, Sho kept his eyes trained on the packet that smelled disgustingly like garlic while Nino glanced down the other side of the aisle, walking towards him nonchalantly and then acting surprised when the vampire couldn’t control himself anymore and turned to glance at him.

“Ah. Sakurai Sho,” Nino greeted with a sarcastic smile. “What are you, a stalker?”

Sho tilted his head slightly. He was, but the way the human said it sounded bad, so he didn’t admit to it, instead grinning lopsidedly in a way that he had practiced with Aiba and Ohno earlier.

“Nino. Nice to see you again.”

The human became flustered and turned his attention to the instant food section, picking out a few distractedly without even properly examining the label.

“So, do you live around here? I haven’t seen you around before,” Nino asked conversationally, much to Sho’s surprise, since he thought it would take a lot more work before the obviously guarded man began to relax around him.

“I moved here a few months ago,” he started, then continued when his partner looked at him expectedly, “I don’t get out much.”

“I don’t know why anyone would move to a backwater place like this,” replied Nino conversationally, still stacking ramen into his basket.

“It’s nice. Quiet.” The response came without Sho thinking about it much and he was surprised at the ease in which he was conversing with someone not of his own kind. It had certainly been a while since he’d put any effort into having a relationship with a human.

“Quiet gets old after a while,” Nino whined, and the vampire wondered if his new acquaintance really knew how much weight his statement held.

“My residence here is not permanent.”

Nino looked taken aback at the answer, then nodded and forced a smile. “Well, it was good to see you again, Sakurai Sho.”

The vampire nodded and once again allowed his prey to walk away.

They met twice after that, Sho precisely planning the timing so it didn’t seem like it was anything but coincidence, and on the third meeting, something clicked between them and Sho invited Nino over to the apartment he shared with Aiba and Ohno.

After chiding him that it was dangerous to go out with someone you didn’t know, especially to their house, and that Sho could kidnap him, or worse (which the vampire unconsciously agreed with), Nino ended up agreeing anyway, on the condition that he would be provided with dinner.

Due to lack of need and desire, the vampire had never learned how to cook properly, but with a little help from Ohno he had something suitable by the time Aiba giggled a halfhearted excuse and pulled his mate away, quickly leaving Sho alone in the house to wait for his date.

Nino showed up on time looking a little apprehensive, but offered the other man a small smile before stepping inside the home, cozily decorated by Aiba, who tended to express his interest in the human world in more tangible ways than Sho.

It was only after they had held a forced conversation and the vampire had led Nino to the small table set for only one that he realized his mistake. On the spot he made a vague excuse about having eaten too much earlier and the human let it slide somehow, sitting down and digging in as soon as Sho suggested he do so.

When he was finished, Nino thanked him and sat back in his seat, looking at his date with critical eyes.

“Sho, something’s wrong.”

At first he thought that he had somehow messed up the dinner even though he had only watched Ohno and handed him items under strict supervision, but it was obvious after he allowed himself to think about it that Nino was talking about something else.

Becoming rigid, the vampire stood soundlessly and slide across the floor to gently take his date’s hand in his. He raised it to his lips first and kissed the skin that was just as pale as his own, and then suggested, “Let’s move to the sofa.”

The human followed passively, his grip tightening in Sho’s and allowed himself to be directed to the couch, unabashedly pressing his thigh against the other man’s as they sat down together.

“Nino,” he started slowly, pulling the other hand into his own and setting the linked pair gently on his lap, “I’m a vampire.”

The immediate response came as a surprise to Sho, who had just revealed his secret to the first person ever.

“I already figured out that part. What I don’t understand is why, knowing that, I still came here tonight. Why my heart clenches whenever I see you.”

With a smile, the older man leaned forward first and kissed his partner gently, framing Nino’s bottom lip with his own, before pulling back to offer him a reassuring smile.

“It’s because we’re meant to be together.”

“What?”

“You’re my mate, Nino. I love you.”

Sho felt the human’s pulse quicken into a hyperactive state, but he gasped back, “I don’t know why, but I love you too.”

They kissed again, this time longer, and the vampire gently parted Nino’s lips with his tongue, taking the chance to feel the teeth that weren’t changed yet. His blood felt like it was on fire again, just like the first time he laid eyes on his partner.

Once they broke apart, the younger man breathing heavily, he only sighed and asked, in defeat, “What do we do now? What do I do now?”

“If you want to be with me,” Sho replied tentatively, stroking Nino’s face, “I have to change you.”

“Into a vampire?”

“Yes.”

Leaning into the embrace as if they’d already been together for years, the smaller man asked quietly, “Does it hurt?”

“Yes. It’s very painful.”

Nino pressed his head against Sho’s shoulder and frowned.

“And you can’t retract your decision. There’s no way you can return to the way you are now once it’s complete,” he explained seriously, but then gave him another small smile. “But I’ll be there. I’ll protect you and take care of you. We’ll be together forever,” the vampire promised, pressing his lips to Nino’s temples and wrapping his arms tightly around the tiny body.

“I don’t know, Sho…”

“You don’t have to decide tonight.” Even as he said these words, the undead being knew that it had already been made, the connection pulling at Nino as much as it was pulling at him.

And with that same connection he felt his mate begin reacting to how close they were right now.

“Or should I convince you more?” Sho suggested, “…With my body?”

“Sh-Sho…” Nino gasped in return, and it seemed like he was going to say that something like that wasn’t proper for the first date, but he had basically just agreed to give up his life to the vampire so they could be together for eternity, which actually skipped quite a few steps of the correct dating protocol.

At the realization, the human simply pulled Sho back against him and reinitiated the kiss.

“Watch the teeth,” the vampire mumbled as he quickly laid Nino back on the couch, running his hands down his thighs and back up again, as he tried to keep the kisses more shallow so he wouldn’t hurt his partner.

But Nino wasn’t having any of it, and grasped onto the back of his head tightly, tentatively running his tongue over the canines that could tear through an inch of muscle in a split second, and Sho couldn’t resist him, instead trying to distract him with his own tongue.

With the older man’s gentle caresses and skillful hands, they were both naked momentarily, Nino whining and writhing against the arm rest of the couch.

“Please, Sho. Please, please oh God right there…!” he gasped as the slim fingers searched the deep crevice of his body, and the gasp turned into a shaky moan as they touched him again the same way, over and over…

Then it was Sho inside of him, demanding his attention, and Nino gave it to him, grasping tightly onto his shoulders and bringing him back down for a kiss.

When they were done, the vampire was sweating like he hadn’t in ages, since the last time he and Masaki had run away from raiders, but he wasn’t otherwise fazed by the hot bout of sex. Nino, on the other hand, was panting and barely able to keep his eyes open, and upon closer inspection, his lip was bleeding quite profusely.

Sho happily licked it away, drawing Nino’s conscious further away from abandoning itself to sleep, and after the bleeding had stopped, thanks to some vampiric supernatural healing, the human whined again, bringing up their earlier topic.

“I'm perfectly comfortable with saying that we're officially a mated couple now.”

Sho chuckled. “We’re not. Not until I change you.”

His expression dropping, Nino stuck out his pouted lip, obviously trying to find a way to avoid the pain of becoming undead, which the vampire had referenced earlier.

With another kiss, Sho smiled and sighed. “Well, we don’t have to do it for a few years. You’d hate me later if I trapped you inside the body of a seventeen year old for all eternity.”

There was a pause.

“Sho, I’m twenty six.”

Another pause while the older man thought about that statement.

“I guess that means we don’t have to wait, then.”

“No, I’m good with waiting,” Nino replied immediately.

A/N: This was super fun to write~ So thank you, bitsy_chan. It didn't get very smutty, but I managed to fit in something there at the end. :)

Title: Love is Deep, But Fate is Short
Pairing: Ohno/Jun
Rating: R
Prompt: for kitsune_jade


London

February 14, 1887

I’ve chased S. to this dreadful western country after all. I swore before that I would never leave Japan, but this villain must be stopped at any cost and I have taken this heavy burden upon myself. Following Touma’s injury at the imperial palace, I have made it a personal endeavor. I will stop this assassin no matter how far I must go.

February 29, 1887

This country is just as dreadful as I’ve heard. No rice to be found, everyone smells filthy, and there is a substantial lack of chivalry in European men. I hate it, but I’ve uncovered a lead on the villain known only as S. and so the mere thought of returning to my home has given me all the more thirst for his capture. His target, as I suspected, is the ambassador of Japan, who has been called to Parliament to discuss a new treaty proposal. I know not why he was hired or what the ambassador has done to deserve such hate, but I will stop this attack if it’s the last action I complete in this life.

March 3, 1887

I’ve met a delightful man today. His name is Ohno, a Japanese like me, and he works at the harbor near my hotel. Upon noticing his ethnicity, I called to him… how blissful to hear my mother tongue! He invited me to his home for some “real food” and I was pleased to find him to be quite an excellent cook. Simple miso soup and white rice never tasted so sweet.

March 5, 1887

Dinner at Ohno’s again and it was lovely. He is a quiet man, but I find his dazed eyes and gentle smile quite endearing. If we had met under different circumstances, outside of his dreadful country, I’m quite certain we would become boon companions before the season turned. But he has been drawn to this western hell for different reasons than me and I fear that he may not leave easily. There is still time. No more leads on S.

April 8, 1887

Gathering on May 1st. Ambassador present. Perfect opportunity for assassination. Find invitation.

April 10, 1887

I’ve discovered another Japanese man, a guard of the ambassador, who has allowed me to use his ticket to the spring ball on May 1st so that I may catch S. once and for all. After analyzing S.’s past movements I am positive that he will use this opportunity to his best advantage and am prepared to take him down with whatever means necessary. There will be a check for weapons, of course, but I doubt that this small precaution will stop him. Ohno has invited me to stay with him instead of the hotel and I am surprised to even be considering the idea. I must return to Japan after my work is done, but somehow the words have caught in my throat every time I try to tell him. Leaving him may prove to be a relief. I fear that my feelings have grown faster than I imagined possible and even as I write this my face burns in shame.

April 11, 1887

I have decided to take Ohno’s offer. I will move my things this afternoon. If nothing else, it will save the little money I have left.

April 28, 1887

I must tell Ohno tonight. After I catch S. on the 1st I will return to Japan.

Jun closed his leather bound book and replaced his brush in his carrying pouch before shoving both of them into his larger traveling bag, which was hanging around his shoulder, tucked against his side. After he had gone out to check the layout of the house in which the party would be held, he had stopped at the harbor, lost in thought. He knew it was late and that Ohno would be home already, preparing dinner early so he could go to bed early too, and that he should hurry as to not be an inconvenience, but as Jun stared out across the black water, missing the bright blue of his home in Japan, he had begun considering his new, albeit short, life with Ohno. And although vengeance burned in the back of his head, the lure of a simple existence had presented itself for the first time.

Being the son of a Matsumoto, Jun had responsibilities to bring honor to his family name, even with the changing culture of Japan, the traditions being lost to rising trends of Europe. From a young age he had dedicated himself to the forces of good and rose from being a simple policeman to a detective overnight. When he had been disgraced by the assassin S. on one of his shifts, and then almost lost his best friend to the same man, Jun made a decision to take down this villain and strangle him with his own hands.

But now Ohno had shown up with his gentle eyes and dreamy demeanor and for the first time, Jun wanted to forsake his family name and honor and simply be with this man.

And that thought scared him enough that he immediately knew he had to distance himself from the sleepy eyed wonder that had changed his life.

It was dark by the time he’d trudged back to Ohno’s one bedroom apartment, shoved away in second story of a shop in the shadier part of the city, and the quiet fisherman was, of course, standing in front of his cast-iron stove, a pot in one hand and a large spoon in the other.

“Ah, Jun-kun. Welcome home,” he said with a gentle smile, turning for only a second, but the younger man felt his heartbeat become erratic, the same mantra he’d been repeating for the last hour coming back at full force.

You must tell him.

“I’m home,” Jun replied, slipping off his shoes, even though there wasn’t a designated genkan, and dropped his bag in the corner before sitting at the low table, the only real piece of furniture in the whole place.

The cook worked quietly for a few more minutes, humming a very quiet tune that made Jun nostalgic and long for Japan again, and then placed two bowls of soup on the table, followed by rice a minute later.

“And I have salmon today,” he grinned when Jun glanced up at him. Ohno placed a sliced fillet of fried fish in front of him as well a moment later.

“You’ve taken such good care of me,” Jun said under his breath, and Ohno didn’t seem to notice the implication of the future as he arranged his own setting and collected their chopsticks from the shelf.

As they ate, they talked about Ohno’s day of fishing, which was a topic that Jun found the older man would discuss animatedly, while almost every other subject was met with only half of his attention. Sometimes Ohno would ask if Jun had been having fun, but he never pried into Jun’s job or even much into his life, and the detective couldn’t bring himself to do anything but the same with Ohno.

“I’m going to be leaving in a few days,” Jun said suddenly, when the conversation had died but before the cook had stood to collect their dishes.

The man just stared at him, blinking twice, his expression barely changing at all.

“Really?”

“Yes. My job in London is finished now.” It was a lie, but easier to deal with than the truth. If there was any room for negotiation, even if Ohno didn’t grasp onto it, Jun knew that he wouldn’t be able to steel himself enough to say what he needed to.

“I see…” the fisherman replied slowly, then gave his guest a small smile. “Well, it was fun, wasn’t it? We got to be friends for a little while…”

Jun nodded, feeling tears come to the corner of his eyes, and he looked down at his hands as Ohno leaned forward to collect his bowls.

They didn’t talk any more that night.

After that, Jun decided to arrange for a hotel once again. It would be too painful to stay with the tranquil man that had reacted calmly to his declaration, not giving away a hint of feeling more for Jun in return than simple friendship.

The detective had written out arigatou in calligraphy, using a page from his leather notebook, and left it on the table, carrying in his bag the entirety of the small amount of items he’d brought with him from Japan. Taking them to his new room before the day was over, the man changed into the only set of dress clothes that he’d brought, a lovely kimono given to him upon his promotion to detective. In his usual day-to-day life, Jun would wear the same constraining suits that western men favored, but it was a special occasion tonight, and the ambassador had requested than anyone who could wear their traditional Japanese kimono did. Besides that, Jun felt much more comfortable in the garb, in his own element, and confident that he would catch S. without any problems. His career rested on his performance tonight.

Jun was surprised it turned out as well as it had.

After a few hours of socializing and being forced to listen to how exotic he looked in his kimono from the westerners, the assassin finally presented himself, slashing down a curtain with a dagger and jumping through it, only a few feet away from the ambassador.

But Jun had been prepared and his honed reflexes allowed him to push the target out of the way and within a second he was standing to chase the man out the backdoor, where the crowd had parted, everyone in a hysteric frenzy at the sudden presence of danger.

The villain ran down the hall and Jun followed, closing in on him by the second, and when they reached the end, a set of stairs as an exit, the only choice of the assassin was to ascend.

The chase continued on the second floor, Jun close enough by now to keep the door from being slammed as the man chose a random room and darted in, and the detective was panting, barely able to breath, but he smiled when he saw his target struggling with a window that looked like it wouldn’t budge.

Even when he punched it, the glass didn’t give, and Jun winced, but jumped on his victim, struggling to get a hold of the man’s hands so he could subdue the criminal that he’d been pursuing for so long.

But, even though Jun was bigger and stronger than the assassin, a beautifully crafted knife flashed blue in the moon light illuminating the room and a second later the detective found himself pinned to the ground with the blade pressed against his neck dangerously.

After he had stopped struggling, wary of his own life, Jun looked up at the assassin and met the eyes that were widened a fraction in surprise.

“Ohno?” he asked quietly, reverently.

“Jun.”

“Wh-…? No,” the younger man pleaded, closing his eyes.

How could Ohno be the man he loathed so much? Or a better question, how had Jun allowed himself to fall in love with such a shameful person?

“This is… impossible. It can’t be… you,” he continued, his voice a cracking whisper.

“I never would have guessed that you were the same man chasing me back in Japan.” The assassin finally spoke himself, his voice dark and on edge, and he pressed the stinging blade of the knife closer against Jun’s neck.

“I hate you,” Jun spat. For breaking the law, for hurting Touma, for making him fall in love in such an immoral way.

“That’s disappointing,” Ohno replied quietly, shifting his body into a more comfortable position on top of Jun and moving their faces closer together. “I thought you loved me.”

The dagger’s edge caused a thin cut to open, and Jun felt a line of blood side down his neck. He closed his eyes so that Ohno didn’t know that what he said was true.

“And, actually, Jun-kun,” he continued, and for a second he sounded like the old Ohno, the air headed, relaxed fisherman who liked cooking and art, and if not for the situation, Jun would have been hanging on every word that was coming. But in reality he still was anyway. “I love you, too.”

At that confession, the detective’s eyes shot open and his head jerked, making the cut a little deeper without meaning to, but before he could say anything either way, Ohno’s lips were on his, pushed against Jun’s and forcing them open with his own.

Unable to hold in a moan at his fantasy for the last two months being fulfilled, despite the dire circumstances, Jun began trembling and reached up to hold Ohno.

But the assassin pulled back suddenly and flashed a weapon in his other hand, a matching dagger with a design of a dragon in the handle, done in blue.

“Don’t move, Jun.”

The younger man immediately held still, chiding himself for letting his guard down so easily, and stared at Ohno with shining eyes. Ohno loved him, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to be killed. It would be almost impossible for the criminal to escape while Jun was still in working condition and that thought scared the hell out of him.

It was quite obvious that Ohno didn’t trust Jun enough to try to compromise with him, either, and Jun probably wouldn’t have anyway, even though his heart was telling him to surrender this fight and go home pretending that he had reached a dead end and forget about everything. But his life had been put into this case and he couldn’t let go of his honor so easily.

He was watching the assassin for what his next move would be, if he would cut down his hostage right now or if he would simply knock him out or jump for the door.

What he did do caused his breath to cease.

“Don’t move,” Ohno reminded again as he tucked the dagger in his belt and began tugging at the obi holding Jun’s kimono together, which had already become loose from the earlier chase.

“Wh-?” Jun gasped, but the blade burnt his neck when he jerked a little, so he stopped immediately and put all of his effort into keeping his head intact.

“Being in London, I’ve missed the ascetics of a kimono. It suits you, Jun. You look beautiful.”

If that compliment had come from anyone else, Jun would have been disgusted, and he should have been anyway since Ohno was the assassin he’d been chasing with all of the effort he had under his skin, but instead he felt a wave of pleasure wash through him.

In place of removing the obi all the way, the older man stopped when he had enough room to part the folds of the lower half of the kimono, presenting Jun’s flushed and hardening cock to the cool air of the room.

“I see you’re traditional in every way,” Ohno smirked, immediately running a finger up the growing length.

“Nngh… Please-“ Jun got out, his eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming sensation that he could feel with just that one small caress. He wasn’t sure if he’d meant to ask Ohno to stop, or to not stop, or to take that damn knife away so that they could do this properly, but in the end no words followed anyway.

Ohno’s head lowered, his breath on Jun’s ear as the detective tried to concentrate on not struggling, and he admitted, “I thought about doing this to you every night…”

A shudder ran through his body and the captive tried unsuccessfully to keep a groan of arousal inside.

“I didn’t, though. Figured you were too uptight for this sort of thing.”

Now Ohno’s entire fist was covering the throbbing flesh, slowly beginning to pump up and down.

“But, seeing as this is going to be our last meeting, I decided to do what I want.”

Finally the pressure of the dagger lessened and Ohno was kissing him again, deeply, sealing their lips together as tightly as he could manage. He continued to stroke Jun until he was on fire, his legs open and kimono almost completely pooled under him. He didn’t dare thrust up into the touch because of the older man’s earlier warning, but he could feel his body continuing to tremble and his stomach muscles clenching as he prepared to orgasm.

Ohno lifted his head a few inches, breaking their kiss, and Jun let out a series of small whimpers, mumbling, “Ohno…! Ohno!”

“Call me Satoshi.”

“Ah! Satoshi!”

And he came hard in the older man’s grip, his ass clenched, and legs shaking.

Panting softly, Jun tried to look around, Ohno’s presence suddenly gone. His eyes could only open halfway and he had lost the energy to even sit up from off the floor.

The assassin was standing next to the door, and he waited until Jun was watching him to take a tentative lick of his fingers.

“I won’t forget you, Jun. How you feel. How you taste.”

“Ohno…wait-“ the detective tried weakly, but he could barely raise his arm. But he had to try to convince him to stay, that they could work something out, run away together, that Ohno could turn himself in and Jun would work something out and they could be with each other forever…

“Love is deep. But fate is short. Maybe in the next life, Jun.”

And he was gone.

A/N: This is personally one of my favorite drabbles that came out of this batch. ^.^ The format is a little different from the rest, though. kitsune_jade, this was an excellent prompt! Thank you!

Title: Something Beyond Words
Pairing: Sho/Nino
Rating: PG
Prompt: for usermmt


Nino sat in the green room playing his DS as usual, killing a little time before he had to leave and not really paying attention to the other idols as they collected their things while exchanging a little small talk.

“Hey, Nino-chan? Wanna come out to the bar with us? Sho-chan’s paying,” Aiba sang as he bounded over to him, plopping heavily on the couch. The gamer glanced up at him then immediately darted his eyes across the room to meet Sho’s, who was staring at him as if he already knew the answer.

“Sorry, not tonight,” he replied, then stiffened when he saw the newscaster’s eyes drop expectantly in disappointment. “I mean, it’s not-“

It’s not because you’re coming, he almost said, but he’d stopped himself in time. Actually, he’d been avoiding any activity that involved Sho lately unless he had no other choice, but it wasn’t for the reasons that you would usually avoid a person, like you didn’t want to be around them or you hated them. It was actually the opposite, and that was what Nino wasn’t quite sure about.

“I have a date tonight,” came out unexpectedly. Even though it was the truth, the gamer had been trying to avoid letting anyone know just because… he knew Sho’s eyes would cloud over just like they were doing now, and the older man turned away from him, pretending to adjust his bag while facing the wall.

“Ah, a date?” Aiba asked, but instead of his usual enthusiasm he looked surprised and maybe a little confused.

Before he could be prodded for any more information, though, Jun made a comment about the fact that they should leave soon, and he exited along with Aiba and Sho (who didn’t look at the gamer again), Leader staying behind with Nino because he had another interview in less than an hour.

Of course when they were alone Ohno didn’t ask him anything about his verbalized plans for the night and instead just waited with Nino until the gamer apologized about twenty minutes later and prepared to go out.

He arrived just before his date, a beautiful woman that he had met a month ago, a younger sister of one of his drama costars, and they walked into the restaurant together after a quiet greeting.

But even from that moment, Nino knew something wasn’t quite fitting into place.

Although she was a little shy and eloquent and just the sort of woman that he was attracted to, the second he drew a genuine smile out of her, Sho’s own grinning face came to his mind.

He pushed it away and asked how the food was, if the service was sufficient, and she gave him a look that said he didn’t need to ask such questions when he already knew the answer. The same look that Sho gave him.

Why was this happening? Sho was his friend, and a man at that. They were brothers. That was their relationship.

When they were finished, Nino offered to walk her home. It was late and dangerous for a woman to be by herself, especially one as beautiful as her, and she accepted with a small smirk and friendly smack on the shoulder. Nino grinned back at the action, and almost slid his hand around her waist like he would with Sho-or at least used to, before he’d realized that something inside of him was changing and started backing away from the older man-but he stopped himself in time to prevent the inappropriate moment.

They had only met each other a few times, but Nino still decided to go through with his goodnight kiss. He usually saved that for the fifth or sixth date, but tonight was more about testing his inner limits and desires than actually pursuing this woman, and so, when the chance presented itself, Nino leaned in and pecked her moist lips.

When he closed his eyes it was Sho, his pouty mouth parted just barely, and it was that fantasy that shook him the worst.

Wanting to be with the older Arashi member he could understand; they were friends, they’d known each other for most of their lives. It was the new sexual urges that he wasn’t used to, wanting to kiss Sho like this or feel his taunt muscles under his hands instead of the usual soft feminine skin… but most of all, it was the desire for Sho to touch him back, to be dominated instead of dominating, and that want made Nino feel weak and ashamed of himself.

The woman was blushing when he pulled away from the chaste action, but Nino found he didn’t feel inclined to do anything else with her. He’d discovered his answer.

They bid each other goodnight, even though Nino’s actually meant goodbye, and although the idol really wanted to go over to Sho’s house right now and surrender himself to him, he didn’t. His friend would at least be drunk, or probably still out with Jun and Aiba, and in no state to talk about anything. And Nino didn’t want to put himself in a precarious position until they’d discussed it.

A few days later when Nino had calmed down and was actually warming up to the idea, he walked into the green room to Sho sitting on the couch alone.

The newscaster was rubbing his head, leaning forward so that his elbows were propped against his knees, and didn’t bother looking up when he heard the door open. Nino took the opportunity with a smile, gently sitting down next to his friend and whispered, “Are you okay?”

Sho’s head shot up at the question and he stared at Nino incredulously, like he was the last person he expected to be comforting him right now.

Since the gamer was looking at him expectantly-tenderly but still expectantly--Sho nodded and mumbled, “I’m fine,” with a small smile of his own.

“Ne, Sho-chan-“ he started, then paused as he got lost in searching through the older man’s eyes. He leaned forward and rested his head on Sho’s shoulder, and sighed contently. How long had it been since they’d touched like this, even casually? Nino had been avoiding his crush for long enough that he forgot how comforting it was to simply be close to him. Without hesitating, he automatically began searching for a hand to intertwine with his own.

The long fingers so different from his chubby ones were pressing into Nino’s palm and suddenly everything felt like it should. How love was supposed to feel.

“Sho-chan,” he started to say again, but stopped when the newscaster’s other hand gently stroked his cheek, touching him softly in a way that the smaller man knew was more than just friendly.

Nino’s heart suddenly soared, threatening to burst from his chest, accompanied by a huge smile spreading across his lips.

The newscaster smiled in return, squeezing the hand in his, and the bratty idol couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward to steal a kiss from him. It was just as he imagined it being, Sho’s pouty lips parted slightly in surprise, and it sent pulses of excitement through his body, the first time he’d ever experienced such a strong reaction to something as simple as this.

Even though Sho responded in the next breath, they didn’t get far, because a second later the door opened to reveal Aiba, who first looked surprised, then happy, then apologetic. He mumbled that they were about to start the morning meeting, and ducked his head while he waited for his pair of friends.

Nino smacked him lightly as he walked past him, but he was still grinning widely, and Sho chuckled before patting him on the shoulder and pulling him along after them.

Already automatic, their hands linked together after they sat down on the couch, Aiba on Sho’s other side and Ohno and Jun next to each other in folding chairs, and as the coordinator started with a greeting, the gamer realized that he hadn’t even properly confessed to Sho. It had just… fallen into place.

But then again, the explanation was simple, and when he thought about it, Nino didn’t stop smiling for the rest of the day.

It was because what they had was something beyond words.

A/N: Surprisingly, this one turned out to be a bit of a challenge. I see Nino as very confident and bratty, so making him level headed and calm was a little new. I think it turned out well, though. :) usermmt, I hope this is satisfactory. :)

Title: Personal Teddy
Pairing: Ohno/Aiba
Rating: PG15
Prompt: for risuw_chan


“He’s coming, Oh-chan! Hurry, close your eyes!”

Nino ducked behind the break room couch as the door opened to reveal a tired looking Aiba.

Of course his expression immediately brightened when he saw Ohno, who was dressed in an oversized teddy bear mascot suit, sitting against the wall in a folding chair and trying not to allow his face to move, as if he was a real stuff animal.

“Leader? What are you wearing?” he giggled, coming closer and poking him in the belly. But the suit was big enough that Ohno barely felt the movement and stayed still like he was supposed to. There was a note attached to his chest and Aiba seemed to notice it after a second, pulling it off and opening it slowly.

“I’m your personal Teddy. Hug me tight! <3” He read the words aloud and then giggled again, leaning down to look at Ohno’s face closer, and the older man was really having a hard time keeping his expression straight, especially when Aiba pulled him off the chair and into his arms for a bone crushing hug. It was hard to act lifeless in that position, especially when his oversized bear arms automatically pulled the cheerful man closer.

When Aiba loosened his grip, though, he seemed unsure of what to do next, slowly setting Ohno back on the chair, the older man returning to pretending to be an inanimate object.

“Now what?” he asked, poking Ohno’s cheek, causing Leader to twitch, and Aiba giggled again.

“Maybe you should take him home,” Nino called out from behind the couch, and even though the miracle boy jerked his head over that direction in amusement, he looked back at the man-bear with a wide smile.

“Can I?” Aiba’s voice was filled with wonder and Ohno almost smiled again. He was having a hard time keeping in character right now.

When no one told him otherwise, the animal enthusiast pulled Leader back into his arms, dragging him a few feet before giggling again, although this time he sounded like his exhaustion was catching up with him.

“Ne, Leader? It would be easier if you could walk. Can we pretend like you’re a walking teddy bear for a while?” he asked, and Ohno immediately came to life, hearing the strain in his friend’s voice. Aiba sighed in relief when the pressure was taken off of his back, and instead took Ohno’s hand, which was covered by the fluffy paw of the bear suit, in his own. After grabbing their respective bags, the two of them left Nino, who was smirking to himself, alone behind the couch.

Even though he was dressed up and everyone was staring at them as they walked from the manager’s car to Aiba’s apartment, Ohno didn’t notice, his attention only on the bags under his friends eyes. Maybe today was not the best day to put into action the plan that he and Nino had come up with.

But he was already this far and so he had no choice but to continue on.

Once they were inside, Aiba helped Ohno take off his shoes and maneuver into the living room since he couldn’t see well, his peripheral vision blocked by the fluffy bear fur of his face piece, and when he trudged to a stop and turned to face the taller man, Aiba was smiling widely.

“Leader is so cute!” he giggled, poking him in the cheek again, “And fluffy!” he added, hugging the bear once more and making Ohno grin in return. “My personal teddy…”

“That’s right…” Leader chuckled, glad that his friend was playing along despite being tired and most likely not understanding his motives. “And what do you do with teddy bears?” he recited, the words the Nino had written out for him to memorize coming to mind just when they should have.

The miracle boy looked surprised, but brightened up immediately, seeming to understand the point of all of this. “Snuggle with them?”

“That’s right, Aiba-chan. You can snuggle with me all night.” Did the words sound forced? They felt weird on his tongue, but Ohno wasn’t sure if that was because he didn’t talk much anymore or if it was really something that Nino would say and not him.

“Yay!” he replied, genuinely excited, rubbing his hands over the top of Ohno’s suit, gently cupping the starchy ears. “It’s so soft and fluffy…”

“It’s kind of hot, though...”

“Oh! Really?” Aiba asked, becoming a little disappointed, but Leader ignored the pouting look and continued to follow The Plan. It was going smoothly so far and if he continued this way it would no doubt be a success. “Well, I mean… you don’t have to wear it while we snuggle.”

“I’m sorry…” came out anyway, but the younger man shook his head.

“I’m just glad Oh-chan came over tonight. It was a long day and I need a good snuggle,” he laughed, and although his face was still drawn in tension from work, he seemed genuinely happy at the company. “Well, if you’re going to change, I guess I will too. I probably don’t smell good,” Aiba giggled, and patted Ohno once more before turning to head into his bedroom.

Grinning to himself, Leader made quick work of his costume, struggling out of the oversized suit that really was hot, dumped it on the floor and quickly placed the round head on top of it. Aside from a pair of small brown briefs, the idol was naked, and he reached for his usual shoulder bag to pull out a matching set of bear ears attached to a headband, which he quickly slipped into his hair.

He checked himself in the reflection of one of Aiba’s glass cabinets, then took a deep breath. He looked cute and sexy and irresistible and their plan had to work. He wanted Aiba, to be with Aiba, and after plotting with Nino, they had come up with this idea, sneaking into his apartment via mascot costume, and then seducing him, still using the facade of something cute and fluffy.

“Ne, Leader? Do you need--?” the target asked as he started back into the living room, in a new pair of pajama pants, but his same shirt, holding a piece of clothing in his hands. But when he saw Ohno he stopped, shock plainly written on his face.

The older man blushed all the way down his neck as he faced Aiba and moved his hands forward to discreetly cover his package, since the underwear were tight enough that he was sure the outline of his penis was visible.

“This is cooler, isn’t it?” he mumbled under his breath, adjusting his balance from leg to leg nervously.

His eyes were still wide, but they had begun sparkling, and the animal lover slowly came forward until he was close enough to reach out and touch one of the fuzzy ears of the accessory that had replaced the large head.

“It’s cute.”

“There’s a tail on the back, too,” Ohno added, turning around so that Aiba could see the fuzz ball that Nino had sewn on there yesterday, and he felt the taller idol flick it a few times before his hand slipped lower, pressing into the cleft of his ass.

Leader stiffened in surprise, but this what he had been hoping would happen, and after a moment, turned back towards the other man slowly, raising his hands to fold them lightly over his chest. Aiba’s fingers had stayed in the same position as he moved, so now his palm was pressed against Ohno’s cock, which had gotten a little harder in the last few seconds.

“Oh-chan…” Aiba moaned as he started to caress him through the underwear, coming close enough to the older man that their lips almost touched, and Leader reached forward to wrap his arms around Aiba’s neck.

“I’m all yours, Aiba-chan,” he said just before their mouths met.

A/N: This turned out cute didn't it? It was a very creative prompt, so I had a good time with it. :) Thank you, risuw_chan!

Title: This isn't Healthy
Pairing: Sho/Aiba
Rating: PG13
Prompt: for boringtuna


As Jun’s hands ran down his partner’s chest, the younger man stopped his actions and let out an audible wince.

“Shit, Aiba. You have a huge bruise right here! What happened?”

Looking down at the indicated area, the man simply chuckled and shrugged. “You know me, Jun. Just clumsy.”

“If I didn’t know you I’d probably be worried. Does it hurt?”

Aiba smiled at the concern, gently cupping Jun’s cheeks and bringing his head up a little for a quick kiss. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” he said in a soft voice, kissing him one more time before suggesting, “Let’s continue.”

When they were done having sex, a phenomenon that happened almost every other day, Aiba sluggishly got dressed and after sharing a few more kisses with his lover, not wanting to leave so quickly, he apologized and headed for the door.

He liked Jun a lot. He liked that Jun was gently and sincere and attentive to Aiba’s feelings, especially his need for affection, physical and emotional. He liked Jun’s slightly curly shaggy hair and that sexy look he could pull out like it was nothing, and most of all he liked Jun’s smile, the one that showed all of his teeth and even most of his gums, taking up his whole face and making Aiba’s cheeks hurt even though he wasn’t the one grinning like that.

But he loved Sho. Sho was his life.

When he got back to the apartment he shared with the older man, he kept his head lowered, guilt weighing down his stomach, and slunk past Sho, who was watching the news attentively, into the bedroom. After Aiba took a shower and checked himself in the mirror for any new marks (not that Sho would notice), he shuffled back into the bedroom, thinking about playing the video game he’d borrowed from Nino a few days ago.

Sho was sitting on the bed with the game in his hand, as if he could read his mind.

“Aiba-chan, where were you?”

“Sorry, Sho-chan… I had to stay late at work…”

“Four hours late?”

Aiba swallowed. “Y-yeah…”

The older man dropped the game case on the bed and stood. He gave Aiba an appraising look, then walked back into the front room coldly; it was a fairly mellow reaction and made Aiba take a deep breath of relief.

A few days later, Aiba got a message from Nino, inviting him over because they needed to talk about something, and so he could be found at the gamer’s apartment later that afternoon with a shopping bag in hand.

“Nino-chan! Oh-chan! I’m here! Are you feeding me dinner?” the cheerful man asked, barging in without even ringing the door bell. Both of the house’s residents were on the couch, but they looked anything but excited at their guest’s presence.

Due to that reception, Aiba’s energy disappeared quickly, and even though he was trying to force a smile, he could tell that something bad was going on right now.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Nino asked slowly, but in an attempt to prolong the confrontation, Aiba instead shoved the bag into his arms, quickly explaining that he had accidentally broken the game that he’d borrowed because he was clumsy and all, but that he had bought a brand new one and Nino’s favorite candy to make up for it.

Without even looking the bag, Nino set it aside and pushed Aiba to the couch, standing next to Ohno and holding his hand tightly as they faced their friend.

“Aiba. You need to stop this.”

The guest looked confused for a second, bringing his hands together in his lap anxiously, a frown pressing his lips down toward his chin. But he seemed to realize what they were talking about pretty quickly and averted his eyes too, his brows furrowed together.

“…But I really like Jun-chan.”

“You’re cheating on Sho. He won’t like that. It’ll be dangerous when he finds out.”

“He won’t-“ Aiba started to reply avidly, but when he met Nino’s stare he couldn’t continue.

“Aiba-chan, this isn’t healthy,” Ohno said slowly, as if backing his tiny boyfriend up. Their hands visibly squeezed each other tighter. “We think you should break up with Sho.”

The man on the couch froze at the suggestion, obviously not expecting such a request.

But at just the thought of losing Sho-chan, of never being able to see him again, Aiba felt his heart speed up, to such an incredible speed that he thought he would pass out. He needed Sho, there was absolutely no way he could live without him, not without his motherly coddling or overprotective questions or obvious love for Aiba.

“No, I can’t…” he whispered, and it felt like his soul was collapsing in on itself. “I can’t…” Aiba repeated, slowly rocking forward and wrapping his arms around his knees in a defensive position.

“Jun is nice,” Nino said suddenly. “Jun would treat you right.”

“No…” he replied quietly, although he didn’t like the idea of leaving Jun either. Jun was nice. And kind.

“Aiba. We’re worried about you…” the gamer finished after a second of silence, and his eyes had dropped to the floor, obviously displaying his distressed attitude, and Ohno let go of his hand to instead wrap his arm around his boyfriend’s waist and bring him physically closer.

After that, Aiba somehow got himself back to his apartment despite feeling like he was going to break down at any second, and Sho was already absorbed in the news, not even turning when his companion came in the door. Although he already knew what Sho would say, what he would do, the shaking man couldn’t stop himself from slowly sliding onto the couch next to him and leaning over to touch his knee gently.

“You know I don’t like it when you bother me while I’m watching TV.”

“Sorry, Sho-chan,” Aiba whispered, immediately pulling his hand away and pushing himself off the couch to slink into the bedroom. Although the cold reaction made him feel like crying, especially right now after having such a terrible talk with Nino and Ohno, the thought of not being able to come home to his boyfriend made the urge even worse.

He went into the bathroom and took a shower for much longer than usual.

It was a month later. Nothing had changed. Aiba was still seeing Jun all the time, keeping his personal life fairly hidden except for the fact that they’d had drinks with Nino and Ohno a few times, and Sho was still none the wiser. He thought it was fine, although it seemed like Jun was asking more questions recently, about the marks on Aiba’s body, and why they could never do it at his apartment too.

Nino had tried to talk to him again too, but somehow Aiba had escaped before anything substantial had been said, and he spent another evening trying to convince himself that he couldn’t leave Sho-chan and that he didn’t have to.

But one night he walked out of the bathroom after his usual shower, applying medicine to his scraped knuckles, and found his precious Sho-chan sitting on the bed, this time with Aiba’s cell phone in his hand.

He tried to dive for it, to wretch it out of the older man’s grip, but even when he did, he saw it opened to a mail that he definitely didn’t want Sho to see, and his eyes widened a little in horror.

“Who’s Jun, Aiba?” he asked in a dangerous voice.

“No one, he’s just a friend-“

“A friend that signs his message with ‘I love you’? A friend that you’re going to see tomorrow after you work late?”

Aiba began trembling as he replied. “He doesn’t mean anything to me, Sho-chan, he’s just-“

Suddenly finding himself pressed against the wall, a strong hand closed around his neck, Aiba grabbed onto his boyfriend’s wrist in an attempt to convey how much it hurt and how much he could not breathe right now.

“Don’t think I’m stupid, Aiba. How long has this been going on? Two months? Three? A year? Tell me!” Shaking the younger man as he did so, Sho growled out the last two words through gritted teeth and yanked the mobile easily into his grip once more.

He tried to answer. He really did. But nothing would come out past the pressure on his throat.

It must have been obvious, though, because Sho shook him one more time before releasing him, and Aiba collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath and seeing stars.

“Get out,” the older man said calmly, dropping the phone onto the ground in front of him.

“Sho-chan…” His voice was a half sob, and he grasped his head in his hands first before lunging for his boyfriend as he turned to walk away. “No… Please…”

Tears were streaming down his face already and he pressed his eyes into Sho’s pant leg when he paused his movements.

“Please, I’ll do anything. Don’t throw me away. I can’t live without you…” Aiba gasped, wrapping both arms around Sho so that he couldn’t get away.

The older man bent over and pushed him back slowly, kneeling down so that their eyes met.

“Promise me you’ll never talk to Jun again,” he demanded firmly, but with an edge of gentleness that Aiba found a little surprising.

Wiping his eyes, Aiba took a full second to make his decision but nodded avidly. “I promise,” he whispered, holding Sho’s face between his hands tenderly and trying to bring him forward for a makeup kiss, but his boyfriend stayed where he was.

“That’s not all.”

He took Aiba’s head in his hands too, only his grip was much harder.

“Promise me you’ll never talk to Nino or Ohno again either.”

If Aiba thought his heart was meant to break, this was probably the moment it did. He’d been friends with the two men longer than he’d known Sho and they had done nothing but be kind to him and care for him. He loved the both of them like brothers, and he even forgave them for trying to take Sho-chan away from him because he knew deep down that they were just trying to protect him.

Tears came back to his eyes and Aiba nodded once before now trying to pull away from Sho, who allowed him to, reaching for the abandoned phone behind them. After dropping his head into his hands, the younger man let himself go, openly sobbing as he heard Sho break his cell in half and toss it towards the trash can.

Next he felt two gentle hands on his neck, comforting him, and Aiba’s hair was being nuzzled by his boyfriends nose.

“Ne, Aiba-chan? I’m sort of sick of this place. Let’s move, okay?”

Aiba took the only option left and pressed his head into Sho’s chest, allowing himself to be comforted by the same man that had caused the pain.

A/N: Another challenge for me, but surprisingly... I like it. O: Thanks, boringtuna for making my brain work.