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snoozing_kittenFandom: Arashi
Pairing: Sho/Jun Sho/Aiba Sho/Jun/Aiba
Rating: High R
Chapters: 3/4
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.
“I’ll be in my office tonight, would you like to join me?” Sho asked into the sleek black mobile phone, there was a pause on the other line.
“Of course.” Jun never turned him down.
“I’ll see you then baby.” Sho flipped the mobile closed, warm hands slipped over his eyes, and he froze instantly.
“Guess who!” Aiba’s unmistakable voice in his left ear.
“…I wonder,” Sho played, chewing on his lip, hands rising to encircle Aiba’s wrist. “Could it be Aiba-chan?”
“I knew you’d know, because you always know when it’s me!” Aiba said, and Sho pretended he understood.
“I know you.” He kissed the end of Aiba’s adorable nose just to watch the other go cross-eyed at the gesture.
“Are you coming home tonight?”
“I have to work tonight, I’ll just sleep there.” Aiba nodded, he understood these kinds of things.
“Good then I don’t have to make dinner for you.” He joked, deep brown eyes twinkling with mirth and Sho grinned back.
“Do you want to move in with me?”
“With you?”
“Yes. I’ll get us a little apartment near campus, we’ll split the rent.”
“Don’t you have a home?”
“It’s so far away, driving in every morning is so time consuming.”
“But…”
“You still need somewhere to stay, and you can cook for me.” He’d smiled then, and Aiba couldn’t help but smile back, nodding enthusiastically.
Living with the younger was like waking up to a sunny day every single day –regardless of the weather outside. Aiba was a tidy man, he liked to keep the place clean, Sho paid for the groceries and Aiba cooked, it seemed like a flawless plan.
Usually all Sunday, on Mondays and Wednesdays he was back at his office, spending the night in his apartment in the clouds. Jun was usually there any night he was; all he ever needed to do was text the younger boy. He often came with a little gift that said, ‘I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you.’ Jun hadn’t said anything about it yet.
He tried to give Aiba gifts before, the same way he would offer things to the altar of Jun, but he stopped after the first few times Aiba wouldn’t accept them. The two of them were two entirely different classes of people. Where a gift would be seen as an affront to his independence on Aiba’s part, Jun wallowed in the tributes Sho offered up so readily.
As things got better with Aiba he realized that he shouldn’t need Jun anymore. This was real; Aiba was as real as the blemishes on his skin. The freckles on his back and the mark that marred his shoulder were a testament to this. Aiba needed him, and that was the most important feeling in the whole world. He knew that Aiba felt for him every time the younger boy would look up through his bangs when Sho walked in the door. When he would smile without fail every time Sho saw him. It was like walking on air, and feeling the birds sing and the clouds part. It was like being in love.
Still Sho would be walking through the mall and looking at the mannequins he still found himself picking out shirts in Jun’s size. Found himself picking up sparkly trinkets he knew the younger boy would adore. Jun was like a drug, his perfect skin and his soft moans addictive.
He would always find time to take Jun to dinner just to watch him dress up, just so he could have the fun of taking Jun to his bed later and undressing him. It was his addiction and he sacrificed his time with Aiba to feed it. He could easily do his work from their shared home- Aiba didn’t need to know that.
Two different beds for two totally different lovers. Jun didn’t know about Aiba –it was questionable if he would care. At the same time Aiba didn’t know about Jun –he was sure it would break the other boy’s heart if he knew. So Sho kept his angel high up in the clouds and his sun where he could feel it’s light every day.
He was sure that if the angel ever flew too close to the sun he’d be the one to get burned. Still he could not get rid of either one. Not yet.
The clock had long past time for him to eat dinner but he didn’t feel like stopping, he was the run away train; only a brick wall would halt him now. Typing so fast that his fingers were like a blur on the keyboard, the staccato sound of his short, clipped nails on the keys the only noise in the room. He was expecting Jun, usually the boy would show up after dinner for his own tastes of dessert but so far the younger man was a no-show. Maybe he somehow knew he was loosing the race for Sho’s affection and didn’t want to risk being rejected. Sho didn’t mind terribly- he’d been falling behind in his work recently, spreading himself to thin and this gave him a chance to get caught. Besides he knew that if Jun showed up the moment he looked at the other’s wide eyes he’d start to loose his resolve to break it off. He kept reminding himself to imagine Aiba’s smile.
He retreated to his room at ten, eyes tired from the screen and still seeing the words appearing so rapidly. Glasses set on the table he was pulling off his shirt when he heard it.
A fragile little sound, someone knocking on his door. Sho stopped and when the person didn’t enter he walked over and opened it himself. What presented itself on the other side took his breath away.
Broken.
Jun looked broken, in more of a sense then the blood that covered his expensive shirt. More then the bruise that covered half of his pretty face, the lips that had once been so perfect now split and hard with dried blood. Dirty, his clothes were dirty and he wore no shoes. For a moment he stood there trying to look like himself- try and hold his head high.
Sho stood there for a moment trying to recognize this boy. As the moment passed Jun crumbled under the pressure of Sho’s eyes and he began to cry. Silently at first; tears spilling over his cheeks and lips quivering.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, “I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Oh my god, what happened to you?” Sho instantly took the boy against his chest, holding him tenderly.
“I’m sorry.” Jun sobbed, and he could feel the other boy trying to pull in on itself, each sob that tore through his thin body. Talking in a smooth calming voice Sho pulled Jun into his house, careful not to manhandle his broken boy.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jun was crying silently now, Sho was caught between being shocked and being worried. He’d never seen Jun like this, the boy never made excuses, he never said sorry. He was always fiercely independent; Sho had never seen him cry.
Jun’s shirt was in tatters and not to hard to get off, there were cuts all along his chest and back, upon inspection they looked like knife marks. Bruises bloomed over his rib cage and stomach, fist sized, boot sized. Sho carefully stripped him of his pants worried over what he would find. Bruising on his thighs and cuts across the bottoms on his feet, bruises like bracelets on both his wrists, Jun wore no jewellery now –unheard of- so it was to be assumed that it was taken from him. The younger could not hide the wince when Sho moved his shoulder, and he made a note to take a closer look at that.
His body spoke his own mute tale even if all that passed through his torn lips were small whimpers.
The water was warm and Jun whined when it hit him, Sho quieted him, holding his thin body close and edging into the shower with him. The water quickly made his pants stick to his skin, but he focused more of the feeling of a slippery wet Jun trying to pull away from the water that made the whole body throb and sting.
“Shh, baby, we need to clean you.” Jun eventually stopped squirming, and Sho was able to carefully wash him. Wrapping a large towel around the small man he set him down carefully on the couch and went to pick up his phone.
“Sho!” Jun called from the living room and Sho quickly said goodbye and rushed to the younger man. Jun had pulled his knees up to his chest and the tears were falling again. “Don’ leave me…” He bagged almost silently, instantly Sho was carefully pulling Jun onto his lap so he could hold him again.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He quickly assured the other man, trying to hold him without hurting him. “Will you tell me what happened?”
When the doctor left, Sho carefully tucked the drugged Jun in, the floppy body moved as he posed it to look asleep. Anger. How dare they touch Jun? How could any one person destroy his face like that? It was impossible; the doctor said he’d be back in the morning with creams for the stitches- to avoid scarring.
He didn’t get much sleep that night; he called Aiba and left a message on the machine.
“Hey, I’m sorry but something important came up, I won’t be home tomorrow. Love you, bye.”
The next morning he attended to a very groggy Jun, making sure he ate some yogourt and drank some juice. Then he gave the boy some painkillers and lifted him to the couch where he could spend his time watching television. Kissing his forehead he brushed the black hair aside, making sure that Jun’s juice was in reach he said a soft goodbye.
He pulled into the underground parking and quickly shut off the engine, his stride was measured- he was a man on a mission. In the elevator he pressed the button for the top floor. He stepped out into the brightly lit room, and the man behind the desk stopped typing for a moment, he looked up.
“Sakurai?”
“I’d like to speak with Satoshi.” He said curtly and the man nodded.
“You may go through.” Sho walked quickly to the double doors on the far left and let himself into the huge room. The far wall was made entirely of glass, letting in the afternoon sun. There was a bed to the left, the silk sheets messed, lost in the cloth a small dark skinned man that Sho recognized as Ninomiya. To his right there was a huge rice-paper scroll spread across the floor. Crouching over the paper wearing a slate blue yukata his childhood friend and the future leader of his grandfather’s syndicate- Ohno Satoshi.
“Hey Ohno.” The short man looked up, lifting his brush from the paper and setting it down with its brothers.
“Sho? What are you doing here? Did I forget lunch again?” Ohno looked genuinely confused and Sho had to smile at his absent-minded friend.
“No, I’m here to see your grandfather.”
“What do you want to see him for?” Ohno frowned, Sho sighed.
“It’s about Jun.” Ohno froze.
“What happened to him?!” Ohno had Nino, but everyone knew that the older man had a soft spot for the bratty boy, a soft spot that had recently showed itself in a new sports car.
“I’m going to take care of it.” Ohno seemed to understand; he nodded.
“You better.” With that he picked up his brush again and went back to his mural. “It’s been nice seeing you. Say hello to Jun-chan for me.”
“I will.”
Sho cast one last glance at the peacefully sleeping Nino –his father owned a chain of highly successful department stores. Passing through that room he was let into the older man’s office through the back entrance.
“I don’t recall you ever coming to see me alone before.” The man said as Sho entered, Sho bowed before him.
“I’m older and soon all the responsibility of the Sakurai Company will be mine.” The old man nodded, his hair was grey, and like his grandson he wore only traditional clothing within the building. His voice was like dry brittle leaves, “I’ve come to ask a favour of you Grandfather Satoshi.”
“This is good.” He said, sitting back in his chair and pinning Sho with an intense look. “I’m glad that the cooperation between your father’s company and mine will go on in the future generations.”
“You have my word.”
“You always were a good boy. What is it that you need from me?”
“Some guys roughed up my boy last night. I want them found and taught a lesson.” The older man looked at him for a moment before he smiled.
“Loyal. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. I’ll have it taken care of immediately.”
“Thank you.”
“Matsumoto always such a pretty child. I hope he heals well.”
“Me too.”
“He’ll sleep better after this is taken care of?”
“I’ll see to it.”
Pairing: Sho/Jun Sho/Aiba Sho/Jun/Aiba
Rating: High R
Chapters: 3/4
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.
“I’ll be in my office tonight, would you like to join me?” Sho asked into the sleek black mobile phone, there was a pause on the other line.
“Of course.” Jun never turned him down.
“I’ll see you then baby.” Sho flipped the mobile closed, warm hands slipped over his eyes, and he froze instantly.
“Guess who!” Aiba’s unmistakable voice in his left ear.
“…I wonder,” Sho played, chewing on his lip, hands rising to encircle Aiba’s wrist. “Could it be Aiba-chan?”
“I knew you’d know, because you always know when it’s me!” Aiba said, and Sho pretended he understood.
“I know you.” He kissed the end of Aiba’s adorable nose just to watch the other go cross-eyed at the gesture.
“Are you coming home tonight?”
“I have to work tonight, I’ll just sleep there.” Aiba nodded, he understood these kinds of things.
“Good then I don’t have to make dinner for you.” He joked, deep brown eyes twinkling with mirth and Sho grinned back.
“Do you want to move in with me?”
“With you?”
“Yes. I’ll get us a little apartment near campus, we’ll split the rent.”
“Don’t you have a home?”
“It’s so far away, driving in every morning is so time consuming.”
“But…”
“You still need somewhere to stay, and you can cook for me.” He’d smiled then, and Aiba couldn’t help but smile back, nodding enthusiastically.
Living with the younger was like waking up to a sunny day every single day –regardless of the weather outside. Aiba was a tidy man, he liked to keep the place clean, Sho paid for the groceries and Aiba cooked, it seemed like a flawless plan.
Usually all Sunday, on Mondays and Wednesdays he was back at his office, spending the night in his apartment in the clouds. Jun was usually there any night he was; all he ever needed to do was text the younger boy. He often came with a little gift that said, ‘I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you.’ Jun hadn’t said anything about it yet.
He tried to give Aiba gifts before, the same way he would offer things to the altar of Jun, but he stopped after the first few times Aiba wouldn’t accept them. The two of them were two entirely different classes of people. Where a gift would be seen as an affront to his independence on Aiba’s part, Jun wallowed in the tributes Sho offered up so readily.
As things got better with Aiba he realized that he shouldn’t need Jun anymore. This was real; Aiba was as real as the blemishes on his skin. The freckles on his back and the mark that marred his shoulder were a testament to this. Aiba needed him, and that was the most important feeling in the whole world. He knew that Aiba felt for him every time the younger boy would look up through his bangs when Sho walked in the door. When he would smile without fail every time Sho saw him. It was like walking on air, and feeling the birds sing and the clouds part. It was like being in love.
Still Sho would be walking through the mall and looking at the mannequins he still found himself picking out shirts in Jun’s size. Found himself picking up sparkly trinkets he knew the younger boy would adore. Jun was like a drug, his perfect skin and his soft moans addictive.
He would always find time to take Jun to dinner just to watch him dress up, just so he could have the fun of taking Jun to his bed later and undressing him. It was his addiction and he sacrificed his time with Aiba to feed it. He could easily do his work from their shared home- Aiba didn’t need to know that.
Two different beds for two totally different lovers. Jun didn’t know about Aiba –it was questionable if he would care. At the same time Aiba didn’t know about Jun –he was sure it would break the other boy’s heart if he knew. So Sho kept his angel high up in the clouds and his sun where he could feel it’s light every day.
He was sure that if the angel ever flew too close to the sun he’d be the one to get burned. Still he could not get rid of either one. Not yet.
The clock had long past time for him to eat dinner but he didn’t feel like stopping, he was the run away train; only a brick wall would halt him now. Typing so fast that his fingers were like a blur on the keyboard, the staccato sound of his short, clipped nails on the keys the only noise in the room. He was expecting Jun, usually the boy would show up after dinner for his own tastes of dessert but so far the younger man was a no-show. Maybe he somehow knew he was loosing the race for Sho’s affection and didn’t want to risk being rejected. Sho didn’t mind terribly- he’d been falling behind in his work recently, spreading himself to thin and this gave him a chance to get caught. Besides he knew that if Jun showed up the moment he looked at the other’s wide eyes he’d start to loose his resolve to break it off. He kept reminding himself to imagine Aiba’s smile.
He retreated to his room at ten, eyes tired from the screen and still seeing the words appearing so rapidly. Glasses set on the table he was pulling off his shirt when he heard it.
A fragile little sound, someone knocking on his door. Sho stopped and when the person didn’t enter he walked over and opened it himself. What presented itself on the other side took his breath away.
Broken.
Jun looked broken, in more of a sense then the blood that covered his expensive shirt. More then the bruise that covered half of his pretty face, the lips that had once been so perfect now split and hard with dried blood. Dirty, his clothes were dirty and he wore no shoes. For a moment he stood there trying to look like himself- try and hold his head high.
Sho stood there for a moment trying to recognize this boy. As the moment passed Jun crumbled under the pressure of Sho’s eyes and he began to cry. Silently at first; tears spilling over his cheeks and lips quivering.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, “I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Oh my god, what happened to you?” Sho instantly took the boy against his chest, holding him tenderly.
“I’m sorry.” Jun sobbed, and he could feel the other boy trying to pull in on itself, each sob that tore through his thin body. Talking in a smooth calming voice Sho pulled Jun into his house, careful not to manhandle his broken boy.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jun was crying silently now, Sho was caught between being shocked and being worried. He’d never seen Jun like this, the boy never made excuses, he never said sorry. He was always fiercely independent; Sho had never seen him cry.
Jun’s shirt was in tatters and not to hard to get off, there were cuts all along his chest and back, upon inspection they looked like knife marks. Bruises bloomed over his rib cage and stomach, fist sized, boot sized. Sho carefully stripped him of his pants worried over what he would find. Bruising on his thighs and cuts across the bottoms on his feet, bruises like bracelets on both his wrists, Jun wore no jewellery now –unheard of- so it was to be assumed that it was taken from him. The younger could not hide the wince when Sho moved his shoulder, and he made a note to take a closer look at that.
His body spoke his own mute tale even if all that passed through his torn lips were small whimpers.
The water was warm and Jun whined when it hit him, Sho quieted him, holding his thin body close and edging into the shower with him. The water quickly made his pants stick to his skin, but he focused more of the feeling of a slippery wet Jun trying to pull away from the water that made the whole body throb and sting.
“Shh, baby, we need to clean you.” Jun eventually stopped squirming, and Sho was able to carefully wash him. Wrapping a large towel around the small man he set him down carefully on the couch and went to pick up his phone.
“Sho!” Jun called from the living room and Sho quickly said goodbye and rushed to the younger man. Jun had pulled his knees up to his chest and the tears were falling again. “Don’ leave me…” He bagged almost silently, instantly Sho was carefully pulling Jun onto his lap so he could hold him again.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He quickly assured the other man, trying to hold him without hurting him. “Will you tell me what happened?”
When the doctor left, Sho carefully tucked the drugged Jun in, the floppy body moved as he posed it to look asleep. Anger. How dare they touch Jun? How could any one person destroy his face like that? It was impossible; the doctor said he’d be back in the morning with creams for the stitches- to avoid scarring.
He didn’t get much sleep that night; he called Aiba and left a message on the machine.
“Hey, I’m sorry but something important came up, I won’t be home tomorrow. Love you, bye.”
The next morning he attended to a very groggy Jun, making sure he ate some yogourt and drank some juice. Then he gave the boy some painkillers and lifted him to the couch where he could spend his time watching television. Kissing his forehead he brushed the black hair aside, making sure that Jun’s juice was in reach he said a soft goodbye.
He pulled into the underground parking and quickly shut off the engine, his stride was measured- he was a man on a mission. In the elevator he pressed the button for the top floor. He stepped out into the brightly lit room, and the man behind the desk stopped typing for a moment, he looked up.
“Sakurai?”
“I’d like to speak with Satoshi.” He said curtly and the man nodded.
“You may go through.” Sho walked quickly to the double doors on the far left and let himself into the huge room. The far wall was made entirely of glass, letting in the afternoon sun. There was a bed to the left, the silk sheets messed, lost in the cloth a small dark skinned man that Sho recognized as Ninomiya. To his right there was a huge rice-paper scroll spread across the floor. Crouching over the paper wearing a slate blue yukata his childhood friend and the future leader of his grandfather’s syndicate- Ohno Satoshi.
“Hey Ohno.” The short man looked up, lifting his brush from the paper and setting it down with its brothers.
“Sho? What are you doing here? Did I forget lunch again?” Ohno looked genuinely confused and Sho had to smile at his absent-minded friend.
“No, I’m here to see your grandfather.”
“What do you want to see him for?” Ohno frowned, Sho sighed.
“It’s about Jun.” Ohno froze.
“What happened to him?!” Ohno had Nino, but everyone knew that the older man had a soft spot for the bratty boy, a soft spot that had recently showed itself in a new sports car.
“I’m going to take care of it.” Ohno seemed to understand; he nodded.
“You better.” With that he picked up his brush again and went back to his mural. “It’s been nice seeing you. Say hello to Jun-chan for me.”
“I will.”
Sho cast one last glance at the peacefully sleeping Nino –his father owned a chain of highly successful department stores. Passing through that room he was let into the older man’s office through the back entrance.
“I don’t recall you ever coming to see me alone before.” The man said as Sho entered, Sho bowed before him.
“I’m older and soon all the responsibility of the Sakurai Company will be mine.” The old man nodded, his hair was grey, and like his grandson he wore only traditional clothing within the building. His voice was like dry brittle leaves, “I’ve come to ask a favour of you Grandfather Satoshi.”
“This is good.” He said, sitting back in his chair and pinning Sho with an intense look. “I’m glad that the cooperation between your father’s company and mine will go on in the future generations.”
“You have my word.”
“You always were a good boy. What is it that you need from me?”
“Some guys roughed up my boy last night. I want them found and taught a lesson.” The older man looked at him for a moment before he smiled.
“Loyal. You don’t have to worry about it anymore. I’ll have it taken care of immediately.”
“Thank you.”
“Matsumoto always such a pretty child. I hope he heals well.”
“Me too.”
“He’ll sleep better after this is taken care of?”
“I’ll see to it.”
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Date: 2006-12-10 06:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-10 06:44 am (UTC)Oh geez, I don't know who to feel sorry for~!!! *cries in dark corner*
I hope everyone is happy in the end~!
♥
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Date: 2006-12-10 06:46 am (UTC)please continue. :)
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Date: 2006-12-10 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-22 09:59 am (UTC)I love the Godfather touch!
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Date: 2009-07-09 03:53 am (UTC)can't wait for the rest~! =D
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Date: 2009-11-25 11:49 pm (UTC)Did you wrote it?
Other than that I love all your arashi fics!! ^_^ great work on this one!
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Date: 2010-06-03 12:09 pm (UTC)I know this fic is like a gazillion years ago, but I feel the need to comment on this lovely fic. I love Jun and Sho here and omg, sho is so fucking hot here. Great story development, too.
Please, please, PLEASE!! update this when you have time. Really this awesome fic, I can't stand it ending with a cliffhanger.
Thank you. *bows*
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Date: 2010-06-15 08:43 pm (UTC)I looked on your lj for the 4th chappy but I couldn't find it...Is the fic ending like this?