Of Heaven and Earth
Oct. 30th, 2006 12:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozing_kittenFandom: Arashi
Pairing: Sho/Jun Sho/Aiba Sho/Jun/Aiba
Rating: High R
Chapters: 1/3
Summary: Sho is content with his life, he has it all- looks, money, and a beautiful boyfriend. That is until one day he meets Aiba- someone who is out of his world, and realizes that there is more out there. Now he has to choose between his lovely mistress and his new love, what seems like an easy choice soon gets more complicated.
Skyscrapers kissed the very heavens, saving space- which in this land was a limited quantity- each one in itself a small ecosystem of workers. It was at the top of one of these where Sho spent his nights, the large wooden desk a monolith of his lineage. As the heir of his father’s corporation he figured he’d been bred into this since he was old enough to add numbers.
He loved his father dearly, as much as he could love a man that he rarely got to see outside of a strictly formal situation. Still Sho understood why he had grown up the way he did- mother died, father cried, and Sho was alone. Self sufficient by the age of ten and more mature then your average teenager. Only now was he more relaxed, even if balancing his position within the company and his university classes kept him busy.
Knocking on his door, a boy who would not wait for an answer but who would simply walk in. His jeans probably would have fed a small family, designer name hanging off his all too thin hips. The shirt was made of a fine silky material; it looked almost as creamy as his moon-touched skin. The top few buttons were undone; the bony expanse of his breastbone visible. Midnight eyes, framed in thick black lashes regarded him over the rim of Gucci sunglasses. Perfectly shaped lips, so full, tempting like fruit –he just wanted a tiny nibble.
“Working late?” He closed the door behind him; the natural roll of his hips drew the eyes and promised so much. All the self-confidant swagger and pompous of all of the kings in the world wrapped up into a bratty twist of a beautiful mouth. “Waiting for me?”
“I got you a gift.” Sho knew he was just baiting the other boy on but he found that he loved the feeling of slim hips in his hands. He was also well aware he simply bought Jun’s affection; you don’t need money with a face like that. He opened one of the drawers as his guest took a seat on the end of his desk instead of the offered chair- he simply loved to be contrary like that. Pulling a box from the depths I opened it and slipped the bracelet out of it, Jun offered his slim wrist without hesitation, smiling even. The silver dangled from his wrist elegantly and he held it up to the light pretending to admire it.
“It’s beautiful.” He said watching the harsh florescent lights play off the polished metal. “Thank you Sho.” He purred, nasal voice lowered, like his eyelashes. His sunglasses clattered to the desk as he dropped them, smiling. He slid off the desk with a liquid grace that belonged only to him.
“I saw it and knew you’d like it.” His own voiced lowered with the look the other was giving him. Sho went to rise from the chair but a slender hand held his shoulder; his skin was always so cold.
Sinking to his knees in front of the chair he looked up at Sho, flicking his pink tongue against his bottom lip. Knowing what was to come he sank in his chair a bit and spread his legs. Jun gave him one of those looks that said I know what you want and I can give it to you. He didn’t doubt it.
Deft right hand that rubbed him through his pants, simply playing, tracing the lines, fingertips pressing against areas he knew were sensitive. Sho let out a breathy noise and allowed his head to roll back to stare blankly at his ceiling. Jun shifted his hands pressing down on Sho’s thighs as he moved, and then the hands were there again poking and prodding, tugging on the zipper and popping the button.
He watched as Jun carefully pushed his pants out of the way, moving layers of clothing until his cool hands could grasp his prize. Sho hissed in delight as they gripped firmly and stroked urging flaccid flesh to harden. Soon his petal soft lips replaced his hands and he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the length, letting his tongue traces the various bumps and veins he found.
Sho watched until Jun swallowed around him and he saw a flash of white, biting his lip he closed his eyes and let his chin fall against his chest. He wasn’t going to last long.
That night he fell sleep with Jun’s long impossibly thin body pressed against his chest. In the moonlight he looked almost innocent, like an angel would. Surely only angels would be allowed to be this beautiful. Even if awake his personality was far from heavenly.
Still Jun was something to him. A gift from his father; from the first moment he was introduced to the slender man he knew what this was meant to be. The small beautiful woman that was always hanging off his father’s arms between shoots and premiers was this creature’s mother. She was still young and probably envious that her son could outshine her with his megawatt smile if he tried. Sho had never seen the two actually talk.
‘This is how you learn to treat a mistress.’ Sho bought Jun expensive trinkets that kept him coming back to Sho’s bed. Beyond role, and the shared gene for flawless milk skin, wide eyes and a slender build there was no similarity between Jun and his mother.
Sho watched Jun breathing evenly, his chest rising and falling evenly. Sighing with a touch of melodrama he settled in to sleep; taking a deep breath of the younger boy’s cologne.
Pairing: Sho/Jun Sho/Aiba Sho/Jun/Aiba
Rating: High R
Chapters: 1/3
Summary: Sho is content with his life, he has it all- looks, money, and a beautiful boyfriend. That is until one day he meets Aiba- someone who is out of his world, and realizes that there is more out there. Now he has to choose between his lovely mistress and his new love, what seems like an easy choice soon gets more complicated.
Skyscrapers kissed the very heavens, saving space- which in this land was a limited quantity- each one in itself a small ecosystem of workers. It was at the top of one of these where Sho spent his nights, the large wooden desk a monolith of his lineage. As the heir of his father’s corporation he figured he’d been bred into this since he was old enough to add numbers.
He loved his father dearly, as much as he could love a man that he rarely got to see outside of a strictly formal situation. Still Sho understood why he had grown up the way he did- mother died, father cried, and Sho was alone. Self sufficient by the age of ten and more mature then your average teenager. Only now was he more relaxed, even if balancing his position within the company and his university classes kept him busy.
Knocking on his door, a boy who would not wait for an answer but who would simply walk in. His jeans probably would have fed a small family, designer name hanging off his all too thin hips. The shirt was made of a fine silky material; it looked almost as creamy as his moon-touched skin. The top few buttons were undone; the bony expanse of his breastbone visible. Midnight eyes, framed in thick black lashes regarded him over the rim of Gucci sunglasses. Perfectly shaped lips, so full, tempting like fruit –he just wanted a tiny nibble.
“Working late?” He closed the door behind him; the natural roll of his hips drew the eyes and promised so much. All the self-confidant swagger and pompous of all of the kings in the world wrapped up into a bratty twist of a beautiful mouth. “Waiting for me?”
“I got you a gift.” Sho knew he was just baiting the other boy on but he found that he loved the feeling of slim hips in his hands. He was also well aware he simply bought Jun’s affection; you don’t need money with a face like that. He opened one of the drawers as his guest took a seat on the end of his desk instead of the offered chair- he simply loved to be contrary like that. Pulling a box from the depths I opened it and slipped the bracelet out of it, Jun offered his slim wrist without hesitation, smiling even. The silver dangled from his wrist elegantly and he held it up to the light pretending to admire it.
“It’s beautiful.” He said watching the harsh florescent lights play off the polished metal. “Thank you Sho.” He purred, nasal voice lowered, like his eyelashes. His sunglasses clattered to the desk as he dropped them, smiling. He slid off the desk with a liquid grace that belonged only to him.
“I saw it and knew you’d like it.” His own voiced lowered with the look the other was giving him. Sho went to rise from the chair but a slender hand held his shoulder; his skin was always so cold.
Sinking to his knees in front of the chair he looked up at Sho, flicking his pink tongue against his bottom lip. Knowing what was to come he sank in his chair a bit and spread his legs. Jun gave him one of those looks that said I know what you want and I can give it to you. He didn’t doubt it.
Deft right hand that rubbed him through his pants, simply playing, tracing the lines, fingertips pressing against areas he knew were sensitive. Sho let out a breathy noise and allowed his head to roll back to stare blankly at his ceiling. Jun shifted his hands pressing down on Sho’s thighs as he moved, and then the hands were there again poking and prodding, tugging on the zipper and popping the button.
He watched as Jun carefully pushed his pants out of the way, moving layers of clothing until his cool hands could grasp his prize. Sho hissed in delight as they gripped firmly and stroked urging flaccid flesh to harden. Soon his petal soft lips replaced his hands and he pressed open-mouthed kisses along the length, letting his tongue traces the various bumps and veins he found.
Sho watched until Jun swallowed around him and he saw a flash of white, biting his lip he closed his eyes and let his chin fall against his chest. He wasn’t going to last long.
That night he fell sleep with Jun’s long impossibly thin body pressed against his chest. In the moonlight he looked almost innocent, like an angel would. Surely only angels would be allowed to be this beautiful. Even if awake his personality was far from heavenly.
Still Jun was something to him. A gift from his father; from the first moment he was introduced to the slender man he knew what this was meant to be. The small beautiful woman that was always hanging off his father’s arms between shoots and premiers was this creature’s mother. She was still young and probably envious that her son could outshine her with his megawatt smile if he tried. Sho had never seen the two actually talk.
‘This is how you learn to treat a mistress.’ Sho bought Jun expensive trinkets that kept him coming back to Sho’s bed. Beyond role, and the shared gene for flawless milk skin, wide eyes and a slender build there was no similarity between Jun and his mother.
Sho watched Jun breathing evenly, his chest rising and falling evenly. Sighing with a touch of melodrama he settled in to sleep; taking a deep breath of the younger boy’s cologne.
