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Links to past parts! First and second. Even though this was written after some other stuff, this is three. This is--after a jump of several months time-- four. There's a fifth that takes place after part three and before part four but I'm not sure WHERE. And now part six AND part seven. Still a stupid deadfic.

It should be so easy, Nino thinks. He's wanted to kiss Ohno since about the first minute he met him. He's wanted his mouth and his eyes and his hands on him for what feels like forever. What did it matter if Ohno was some big star in Tokyo when Oh-chan was an idiot who got burnt to a crisp fishing all day and made lopsided glass things at Toma's workshop and had eating contests with Jin and Pi? Oh-chan ate deep fried eggshells, for gods sake. Kissing him should have been allowed. Hell, people should have looked at him funny for wanting to at all after that.

But the tabloids had come, somehow. And suddenly Oh-chan wasn't just his Oh-chan anymore. Oh-chan was Leader and he belonged to so many more people than just Nino. He owed them so much more than hanging onto the weird gay guy from some tiny island just barely big enough to have an airport. Even if he didn't seem to care, Nino did. The world wasn't kind to him and he wasn't anybody and didn't have anybody aside from his own weirdo sister depending on him. What would the world do to Oh-chan?

Just stop.

Ohno doesn't fight fair. Nino already knew this. Ohno surprised him with a kiss inside his own front door, after all. Ohno jumped him in the pet store right in the middle of the village. Ohno puts sneaky fingers down his shirt collar and touches his bare skin with his pretty, pretty hands and pins him in doorways and Nino doesn't mind being trapped. He feels wanted and this is heady and dangerous.

He brings his hands up like he's going to push away, push free, but Ohno's mouth is right there all pouty and soft and whispering stop again. He can't even care that Matsumoto is somewhere nearby, wanting to kick him in the head for liking Ohno so much. He puts his hands on Ohno's waist and feels how solid he is, how steady. How damn hot. His mouth is open on a gasp even before Ohno's finds him.

"Nino," Ohno breathes into him and sucks the air from his lungs.

Tightening his fingers in Ohno's shirt, Nino tries to hold some distance between them. "That's—" he says breathlessly. He has absolutely no clue what it is that he wants to say. "Oh-chan, you—" It's been two days since Nino had last seen Ohno—a brief time at the airport before Sakurai had shown up with Matsumoto and Mao-chan and Aiba. It's been three weeks and four days since Ohno left for Tokyo without coming back, busy with his filming. It's been a month, a week, and two days since that kiss in the store. Somehow Nino has remembered perfectly what Ohno smells like, how his mouth feels against his own, the way he won't fucking listen when Nino tries to do something he doesn't want to do but needs to be done anyway. "Oh-chan—"

"I'm going to kiss you again," Ohno tells him. He's staring at him from a distance of inches. Less than. "And again."

Nino can barely keep his eyes open. "No." The more this happens the more he wants it and the more he wants it the less he'll be able to stop. He's told Ohno this. "We have to stop."

Ohno is an evil little bastard. He smiles and touches Nino's face. "Once we start we won't stop," he says. "You said so."

"How come that's the only thing you listen to?" Nino asks him but he's not even paying attention to the fact he's still talking. He's waiting for Ohno's mouth to come back and completely break him down again.

"You say a lot of stuff," Ohno tells him. His fingers move over Nino's mouth. They've barely kissed—just that brushing of lips—and yet his mouth feels swollen and tender and god damn it but he sounds like a girl, even in his own head. "I listen to all of it," Ohno goes on, doubly distracting, distracting him in two different ways at the same time. "I like everything about you. Even when you drive me nuts. I want to kiss you all the time."

"Shut up, Oh-chan," Nino says the first thing that comes to mind. Because he doesn't need to hear this. He really, really doesn't need to hear this at all. Where the hell is Matsumoto to come over here and stop this? He slips two fingers under the hem of Ohno's shirt and touches bare skin. "Please."

"If you'd come to stay with me," Ohno murmurs, his breath washing against Nino's stupidly sensitive lips, "if you'd come to me here…if nobody knew but us…"

Nino hears himself whimper. Fuck, he thinks really? He presses his mouth to Ohno's to stop him. To stop both of them. It is bad enough that he sometimes stands at the kitchen sink at the house on the beach and looks at the stupid cereal bowls Ohno has left sitting there to grow mold and daydreams about doing the dumb dishes with him. It is bad enough that he sometimes stands outside the bedroom door and wonders about where Ohno sleeps. He doesn't need to know these things, do these things.

He doesn't need this. He doesn't need the hot, slick slide of Ohno's mouth against his own. He doesn't need to be dizzy and intoxicated by the feeling of Ohno's hand against his neck, his thumb at his pulse point. He doesn't need to open his mouth and pant and fight back a whine because he wants Ohno's tongue, wants more than these open mouthed kisses that tease with nothing between them but want and air.

Ohno pulls his mouth away. Nino tries to hurriedly pull his fingers away from Ohno's skin but he can't because Ohno stops him with just his eyes and the way he moves just a fraction closer. They're not touching and Nino feels it acutely. "Stop," he whispers, pleads.

"I want to kiss you," Ohno tells him, soft and sincere. "If you'd come, we'd be alone and I—" Ohno looks like he's not sure he can say what he wants to say. He looks reckless, like he's going to say it anyway. "I have to go," he says and Nino knows that whatever it was, that wasn't it. "I can't think of that and do my job."

Fuck, thinks Nino really? "Then let go of me and go. Dummy," he adds.

"Kiss me and I'll go to work," Ohno tells him. "Kiss me again."

He's already lost for tonight, Nino gives himself an excuse. He lets go of Ohno's waist and slides his arms around his neck instead, bringing him close enough to almost touch. "I'm going to kiss you," he says and he does, pressing his mouth to Ohno's in a long, slow sear of heat and moist breath and as he pulls away he sucks Ohno's lower lip between his own and bites down, gently, gently, gently before letting go completely. "Go to work," he instructs.

Ohno's eyes are hazy and indistinct and pleased. They are still hazy and indistinct and pleased when he leans forward and bites Nino on the chin, sharp little teeth in a sharp little smile when he backs away. "You go to work," he says happily.

Nino shakes his head. "I was working. You jumped me."

"Sorry about that," Ohno is backing away, apologizing insincerely with a smile. "Bye Jun! Bye Mao-chan!" he calls, eyes still on Nino until he turns and jogs for the genkan, disappearing out of sight and then all together with the sound of the door.

It takes him a few minutes to gather himself up and since it's sort of pointless to continue on to the guestroom to hide from Oh-chan, he drags himself back to the table where the legal agreements and breeding registry papers are waiting for him. It is weirdly easy to concentrate on the jargon and bloodlines. Even when Matsumoto comes into the room and sits down, a glass and a bottle of wine with him. Nino has driven him to drink. "Sorry," he apologizes. He really means it so he looks up, pencil tapping against his chin. "He's just—"

Matsumoto sighs and slides him a glass of wine. "Yeah. I know what he's like."

Nino salutes him with the glass and they drink.

Which is when he realizes that he likes Ohno's friends and he is well and truly fucked. "Damn," he sighs.

He likes Matsumoto's laugh and he can't help laughing along with him even if it's not really funny.


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Oct. 21st, 2010 05:13 am (UTC)
I'm on a total boy-boy make-out high and wishing Arashi would fulfill my dirty dreams and it's like you can read my mind

Fantastic piece as always ♥♥♥

Also: hope you're doing well, mama.
Oct. 21st, 2010 05:21 am (UTC)
Gonna be quick but - Jun and Nino angst so well in your hands. ♥

The kissing! The kissing. I'm a sucker for kiss scenes and yours are amongst the best. And Nino and Jun driven to drink over Ohno - A++ completely ;___;

he can't help laughing along with him even if it's not really funny

That ending line. Ouch. I liked it. ;__;b ♥
Oct. 21st, 2010 07:38 am (UTC)
i'm shaking all the way to the end.. god, this is beyond amazing..
Oct. 21st, 2010 01:58 pm (UTC)
Ah, I love this 'verse so much. I meant to comment on the last installment but then you posted this one so quickly that I'll just leave double the love here. ♥♥
Oct. 31st, 2010 09:15 am (UTC)
First time commenting - and I really really love this universe ♥ You write Nino so well!
Nov. 18th, 2010 06:32 am (UTC)
Completely at a loss for the appropriate words so um, have a picture instead?

*shyly offers art*

(Although it's more of an image I couldn't get out of my head while reading somewhere around the beginning than an image of anything at this point in your fic, but I hope you like it anyway...?)
Jun. 2nd, 2011 04:04 pm (UTC)
a;ldkjs;ljk Okay, this was actually not a comment I got a notification for. So.


THANK YOU SO MUCH. This is like being handed some sort of oscar or something. When somebody does are off of something I wrote it's. Honestly it's like I won some huge prize.
Jun. 5th, 2011 11:54 pm (UTC)
Glad you like! Link away; I'd actually be honoured!
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