Sakuraiba fic, kinda
Good lord, I think I'm suddenly incapable of writing essays anymore. I'm supposed to write a short piece for a school publication about "Learning" and I was actually stuck for a long time. My brain is atrophying. /o\
T-That said.
Something I promised posaune85 a while back:
Prompt: Something related to the Monster PV
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG-13?
Sho looked into the pot, eyes wide.
"It's black," he said. "Why is it all black?"
Aiba smiled brightly enough to light up the entirety of Tokyo City. "It's hijiki rice!" he said, as though it explained everything.
"I thought the plan was to go out for dinner tonight," Sho said, still staring at the pot's contents.
"I'm not exactly dressed for it," Aiba said, glancing down at his clothes: a plain T-shirt and flower-patterned khaki shorts. "Besides, we can't waste all the hijiki I caught today."
"Haha," said Sho dryly. "That joke isn't very funny after..." he paused as the pot was shoved into his hands; Aiba had kicked off his sneakers and swept into the apartment. Shaking his head, Sho set down the pot to align the sneakers in a neat fashion, before carrying it into the living room where Aiba was already lounging on the couch.
"Don't mind me, make yourself comfortable," Sho said, raising his eyebrows.
Aiba laughed, loud and high. "Sorry, just too used to your apartment, I guess." He studied the flat-screen sitting across with some curiosity as Sho set the pot onto the coffee table. "Did you get a new TV?"
"Yeah, my mother recommended a change. You like it?"
"Love it!" Aiba said, holding his hand out. Wordlessly, Sho gave him the TV remote. "Thanks," said Aiba. He grabbed Sho's wrist and tugged him down onto the couch.
The TV flared to life, and for a moment they were silent.
"How exactly did you make this?" Sho said suddenly into the space.
"I just threw a handful of hijiki into the rice pot," Aiba said. He laid an arm on the couch behind Sho and crossed his legs.
Sho leaned back, wrinkling his nose. "No flavouring at all?"
"Nope," said Aiba. Absently, he dropped his arm onto Sho's shoulders.
"Of course," Sho said. "You better take full responsibility if we're sick tomorrow."
"It's not that bad!" Aiba said, indignant. "It's just the visual that needs work."
"Sure, sure." Ruffling Aiba's hair, Sho slipped out of his hold to amble into the kitchen for plates and utensils.
As he rummaged through the drawers for a clean pair of chopsticks, he was startled by a pair of arms snaking round his waist. When the silent attacker dug a chin comfortably into his shoulder, Sho smiled. "Show ended?" he asked.
"Commercials are on," Aiba said, turning to nuzzle at Sho's tender spot in the crook of his neck.
Sho shivered. "Have you seen the Wii stuff?"
"Uh huh. Arashi's too cute," Aiba murmured, warm breath sending another tremble down Sho's back. Then he cocked his head at the piles of dirty dishes in the sink. "I thought you were going to get a helper."
"I haven't had the time to make a call," Sho said. He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to get Aiba off, resulting only in giggles from the other man. "Shouldn't your commercials be over? I still have to find chopsticks for--Aiba!"
Unfazed, Aiba nipped at the vein in Sho's neck again, dragging skin through his teeth. "You looked so good in that striped suit today..."
Sho turned to give Aiba his best glare. "Do you want your hijiki rice to get cold?"
"You have a microwave, right?" Aiba said cheerfully, sliding his hands up Sho's shirt.
"Well--" Sho breathed when Aiba pressed soft lips to his ear. "Well that's..." He exhaled, losing it again; on his chest, Aiba's palms wandered, hot and gentle. "Aiba," he finally managed.
"Sho-chaaaa~n," Aiba hummed. He spread his fingers wide on the firm muscles beneath. "Let's start with dessert first."
Warm laughter bubbled through Sho, spilling out of him before he could stop. "Hasn't your mother ever taught you that dessert ruins your appetite?" he said, twisting round to catch Aiba's smiling mouth with his own.
"The Aiba family eats dessert anytime, anywhere," Aiba said after a moment. He pressed closer to Sho, raining light kisses down the line of his jaw.
"Ah, not the Sakurai family," Sho said, voice falling to a husky baritone. "At least not in the kitchen." He pulled out of Aiba's embrace and quickly led his boyfriend to the bedroom.
"The Sakurai family eats dessert in here?" Aiba said with a low giggle. "You know that's weird, right?"
Sighing, Sho sat on the edge of the bed. "Just get over here."
"Aye-aye, Sir!" Aiba said. He slid into open arms and tipped his head, meeting the other for a long, hard kiss.
Sho's final thought, as they slowly fell onto the sheets, breathless, hands and mouth running hot on each other's skin: they had forgotten to switch the TV off.
I have never seen these two as a pairing (they're like brothers to me), much less write for them, so I have no idea if I've done them justice. Um. Don't kill me.
T-That said.
Something I promised posaune85 a while back:
Prompt: Something related to the Monster PV
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: PG-13?
Sho looked into the pot, eyes wide.
"It's black," he said. "Why is it all black?"
Aiba smiled brightly enough to light up the entirety of Tokyo City. "It's hijiki rice!" he said, as though it explained everything.
"I thought the plan was to go out for dinner tonight," Sho said, still staring at the pot's contents.
"I'm not exactly dressed for it," Aiba said, glancing down at his clothes: a plain T-shirt and flower-patterned khaki shorts. "Besides, we can't waste all the hijiki I caught today."
"Haha," said Sho dryly. "That joke isn't very funny after..." he paused as the pot was shoved into his hands; Aiba had kicked off his sneakers and swept into the apartment. Shaking his head, Sho set down the pot to align the sneakers in a neat fashion, before carrying it into the living room where Aiba was already lounging on the couch.
"Don't mind me, make yourself comfortable," Sho said, raising his eyebrows.
Aiba laughed, loud and high. "Sorry, just too used to your apartment, I guess." He studied the flat-screen sitting across with some curiosity as Sho set the pot onto the coffee table. "Did you get a new TV?"
"Yeah, my mother recommended a change. You like it?"
"Love it!" Aiba said, holding his hand out. Wordlessly, Sho gave him the TV remote. "Thanks," said Aiba. He grabbed Sho's wrist and tugged him down onto the couch.
The TV flared to life, and for a moment they were silent.
"How exactly did you make this?" Sho said suddenly into the space.
"I just threw a handful of hijiki into the rice pot," Aiba said. He laid an arm on the couch behind Sho and crossed his legs.
Sho leaned back, wrinkling his nose. "No flavouring at all?"
"Nope," said Aiba. Absently, he dropped his arm onto Sho's shoulders.
"Of course," Sho said. "You better take full responsibility if we're sick tomorrow."
"It's not that bad!" Aiba said, indignant. "It's just the visual that needs work."
"Sure, sure." Ruffling Aiba's hair, Sho slipped out of his hold to amble into the kitchen for plates and utensils.
As he rummaged through the drawers for a clean pair of chopsticks, he was startled by a pair of arms snaking round his waist. When the silent attacker dug a chin comfortably into his shoulder, Sho smiled. "Show ended?" he asked.
"Commercials are on," Aiba said, turning to nuzzle at Sho's tender spot in the crook of his neck.
Sho shivered. "Have you seen the Wii stuff?"
"Uh huh. Arashi's too cute," Aiba murmured, warm breath sending another tremble down Sho's back. Then he cocked his head at the piles of dirty dishes in the sink. "I thought you were going to get a helper."
"I haven't had the time to make a call," Sho said. He rolled his shoulders in an attempt to get Aiba off, resulting only in giggles from the other man. "Shouldn't your commercials be over? I still have to find chopsticks for--Aiba!"
Unfazed, Aiba nipped at the vein in Sho's neck again, dragging skin through his teeth. "You looked so good in that striped suit today..."
Sho turned to give Aiba his best glare. "Do you want your hijiki rice to get cold?"
"You have a microwave, right?" Aiba said cheerfully, sliding his hands up Sho's shirt.
"Well--" Sho breathed when Aiba pressed soft lips to his ear. "Well that's..." He exhaled, losing it again; on his chest, Aiba's palms wandered, hot and gentle. "Aiba," he finally managed.
"Sho-chaaaa~n," Aiba hummed. He spread his fingers wide on the firm muscles beneath. "Let's start with dessert first."
Warm laughter bubbled through Sho, spilling out of him before he could stop. "Hasn't your mother ever taught you that dessert ruins your appetite?" he said, twisting round to catch Aiba's smiling mouth with his own.
"The Aiba family eats dessert anytime, anywhere," Aiba said after a moment. He pressed closer to Sho, raining light kisses down the line of his jaw.
"Ah, not the Sakurai family," Sho said, voice falling to a husky baritone. "At least not in the kitchen." He pulled out of Aiba's embrace and quickly led his boyfriend to the bedroom.
"The Sakurai family eats dessert in here?" Aiba said with a low giggle. "You know that's weird, right?"
Sighing, Sho sat on the edge of the bed. "Just get over here."
"Aye-aye, Sir!" Aiba said. He slid into open arms and tipped his head, meeting the other for a long, hard kiss.
Sho's final thought, as they slowly fell onto the sheets, breathless, hands and mouth running hot on each other's skin: they had forgotten to switch the TV off.
I have never seen these two as a pairing (they're like brothers to me), much less write for them, so I have no idea if I've done them justice. Um. Don't kill me.