[Fic] Lalala Love Song
Summary: Celebrating Valentine's Day with a series of ficlets featuring various pairs. They can be platonic, romantic and everything in between.
Rating: G - M
A/N: In no 7, the longbow and arrow are from All Night Long MV by Exile.
1) Angst - ShunAtsushi
They had met by coincidence, and agreed to catch up over drinks.
“He’ll never be you,” said Atsushi.
“No, but he makes you happy.” Shunsuke’s smile was sad. “I’ve watched all your PVs and live performances. You’re really amazing.”
“Shun-”
Shunsuke held up a hand. “You need him more than you need me, Atsushi. He saved you after I left.” He clasped Atsushi’s shoulder, lingering heavily for a brief moment before squeezing it. “Please love him as much as you loved me, no, even more than you loved me.”
To Atsushi, Shunsuke’s retreating back felt like a second farewell.
2) AU - TakaAtsu
“First a kidnapping, now a murder case? Today is Valentine’s Day!” Takahiro sulked. “Can’t people just stop trying to kill each other for once?!”
“Let’s go, Takahiro-kun,” Atsushi encouraged, strapping on his long coat and sunglasses. “Work beckons.”
“I should have taken the day off,” Takahiro mumbled, responsibility and doom weighing heavily on his voice.
“If we manage to round up our suspects in time, I’ll treat you to a meal. Alright?” said Atsushi kindly. He too wished for a more relaxing day - it was Valentine’s Day after all, people should stop killing each other and embrace the occasion - but work was work. Work paid the bills.
Takahiro brightened. “I’m holding you on to that, Atsushi-san.”
Atsushi exhaled in fond exasperation. Really, the younger ones were so easy to bribe.
3) Crack - Yokosuka (KenchiTetsuya)
“Kenchi, you are not ruining anyone’s Valentine’s Day dressed up and acting as Kenchiman, or I’ll put laxatives in your coffee and tell Hiro you’re calling in sick.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
4) Crossover - NaoNao
“Naoto-san, you’re...a hero?”
“Can’t I be one?” Naoto huffs, crossing the room. Naoki’s bedroom is simple but elegantly furnished. And he owns a huge bed. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you, Naoki?” He draws himself to full height and puffs out his chest for added emphasis. Unfortunately, Naoki is, and always will be taller than him, so he settles for a glare and a light punch to Naoki’s stomach.
“Ow ow ow.”
“Tough love, Naoki. Speaking of which, are you free tonight?” Naoto bounces lightly on Naoki’s bed and pats the covers. Mmm, springy.
“Why?” Naoki blinks suspiciously at him, checking the wall clock. It’s two in the morning. “Isn’t it Valentine’s Day? And why are you on my bed?”
“Precisely because it is Valentine’s Day. The Valentine's Day. I need all the help I can get to save the broken-hearted, and since you know my identity, you can help me out. As for the second question, I need my rest. It’s been a long day, my house is too far, and your bed is extremely comfortable.”
"Wait a minute, Naoto-san, if you are taking my bed, where am I-"
"Great! It’s a date."
Ignoring Naoki’s flabbergasted look, Naoto crawls beneath the blankets and instantly falls asleep when his head hits the pillow.
Naoki sighs - arguing with Naoto is futile once his mind is made up - and makes his way to the living room to sleep on the sofa.
5) First Time - TakaAtsu
The first time they went on a date, Takahiro slipped on a random banana peel, landing ungraciously on his butt.
“Takahiro, are you alright?” Atsushi said as he helped the younger man to his feet.
It hurt like hell, but Atsushi’s concern for him was worth the pain. Takahiro quirked his lips as he dusted his clothes. “Don’t worry Atsushi-san, I’m fine. It’s because you’re so appeeling that I fell for you.”
Grinning unrepentantly at Atsushi’s stunned face, Takahiro pressed in and stole a kiss.
6) Fluff - OmiRyu
“Naoki-san, what do you give a person when you want to give them the rest of your life?”
“Yourself,” Naoki replies serenely. “If the person is your world, you will also be the most important treasure in their world. I believe it is the best gift anyone can have.”
And Hiroomi stands there picking out scarves and sweaters as Ryuji sings along to Valentine Kiss, Ryuji’s hand warm in his. He knows his fashion sense is decent, even if Naoto may roll his eyes at him. He joins in at the chorus, trying and failing to harmonise properly.
Ryuji’s amused laughter is the sweetest music to his ears, Hiroomi thinks as he leans forward to capture Ryuji’s breath, the brush of soft lips on his own sending warm, pleasant tingles down his spine.
7) Humour - NaoNao
“Naoki, do you believe in love at first sight, or should I tell Cupid to shoot you with that arrow one more time? I can lend him my longbow and quiver so that you know it’s me, that is, if the staff still keeps my costume and props.”
“Naoki, you’re so sweet, you’re giving me a toothache. At the rate you’re going, I won’t be able to maintain my figure, let alone afford the dentist. You’ll need to help me burn off these extra calories for the next three months.”
"Naoki, I think there’s something wrong with my eyes, because I can't take them off you. Then again, you’re so tall it’s impossible to miss. I can’t count the number of times I’ve crashed into your solid and very nice back."
This was how Naoki found Naoto when he entered the dance studio, staring intently at his phone and reciting cheesy pick-up lines with additional input and a flair that was entirely Naoto. Takanori and Kenjirou were trying and failing to hide their guffaws, their presence surprising by the very fact that they were earlier than Naoki on a practice day.
Nevermind that today was Valentine’s Day. He was always the earliest. Maybe almost always.
“Nao-san, what are you doing?” Naoki discreetly pinched himself, half-torn between laughing his arse off and running out of the dance studio in sheer embarrassment.
“Naoki! I’m trying to win you over with pick-up lines,” said Naoto, turning in his direction with a winning smile. “Is it working?”
“Erm, not really?”
“Damn. The English alphabet is so confusing. They should put ‘I’ and ‘U’ together, exactly like the Japanese alphabet,” added Naoto with a wink.
“Nao-san, please.”
8) Hurt/Comfort - Yokosuka
“You’re still recovering,” Kenchi chided softly. Hesitant fingers reached out, stopping just short of the bandaged shoulder before curling into a fist.
He was afraid to touch, afraid to hurt him.
“I’m fine. Stop treating me like a fragile flower,” Tetsuya grumbled half-heartedly. He nudged Kenchi with a leg. “Shove over, I’m taking the right side.”
Tetsuya flung the fleece blanket over them, sighing contentedly as Kenchi tucked it neatly at the corners. The blanket was nice and warm. Kenchi’s arm wound around his body, careful not to jostle his shoulder, and pulled him closer, spooning him almost protectively. Tetsuya’s body was cooler than his.
“Let’s go on a date later.” Tetsuya sprawled on top of Kenchi and snuggled into Kenchi’s shoulder, closing his eyes.
“Alright,” Kenchi agreed as they drifted off to sleep.
9) Smut - OmiRyu
Sex with Hiroomi in the morning was achingly slow.
It was a sleepy kiss, a sleepy sigh, followed by a lazy hand on Ryuji's chest. It was not-so-fresh breath and slightly crusty eyes and unwashed hair. It was a tube of lubricant and two fingers pressing, rubbing, turning Ryuji's bones to jelly, tightening his nipples, giving him gooseflesh and shivers and a sweaty hairline.
It was a breach, a stretch, a touch there, yes, Omi, right there. A devious look on Hiroomi's face, a satisfied grin. It was thrusting fingers and a kiss to the skin above Ryuji's rapidly beating heart. It was a carefully licked nipple and a delicious burn and a sudden shift of a lithe body, of a well-packed torso and lean muscle.
It was a heavy exhale, eyes squeezed shut and fingers grasping at hips and sides and slick skin. It was Ryuji's low keen, Hiroomi's lip-bite, and an agonizing, aching slide in, inside, now, Omi, move please, faster, more more more...
It was wet heat, a lack of control, muffled moans as they sought their release. It was sweat on their foreheads and unspoken words on their lips. It was sun streaming in through the curtains and closed eyes. It was warmth and slowing breaths, destroyed sheets and sticky skin, and it was a new day.
It was the morning of Valentine’s Day, and it was perfect.
10) UST - OPEN PAIR
He doesn’t know when he starts noticing him.
He can’t stop thinking of every accidental brush of their fingers, their elbows, their thighs. He savours all the hugs he has received, as platonic as the ones he gives the other members; he wishes to hold him longer, to breathe in his musky scent, never to let him go. His glances stray towards him, memorizing every gesture or expression while he isn’t looking. He is so beautiful, with all his quirks and imperfections, and beyond his reach.
Perhaps he is losing his mind in bitter silence, but he can’t stop. Surely he must be masochistic, to be obsessed with wanting something, no, someone he can’t have. Yet he can’t bring himself to confess, lest he loses their friendship.
His feelings are one-sided. It hurts to admit it, to acknowledge it.
It pains him when he announces he has a date tonight. It is a stab through his heart. But he manages to plaster a smile on his face and joins in the teasing. “Have a wonderful time, it is Valentine’s Day after all,” he says. “Tell me the sordid details tomorrow, yeah?” The words sound empty to his ears.
His embarrassed smile is cute, and he allows himself this tiny comfort that he is the one who put it on his face.
Rating: G - M
A/N: In no 7, the longbow and arrow are from All Night Long MV by Exile.
1) Angst - ShunAtsushi
They had met by coincidence, and agreed to catch up over drinks.
“He’ll never be you,” said Atsushi.
“No, but he makes you happy.” Shunsuke’s smile was sad. “I’ve watched all your PVs and live performances. You’re really amazing.”
“Shun-”
Shunsuke held up a hand. “You need him more than you need me, Atsushi. He saved you after I left.” He clasped Atsushi’s shoulder, lingering heavily for a brief moment before squeezing it. “Please love him as much as you loved me, no, even more than you loved me.”
To Atsushi, Shunsuke’s retreating back felt like a second farewell.
2) AU - TakaAtsu
“First a kidnapping, now a murder case? Today is Valentine’s Day!” Takahiro sulked. “Can’t people just stop trying to kill each other for once?!”
“Let’s go, Takahiro-kun,” Atsushi encouraged, strapping on his long coat and sunglasses. “Work beckons.”
“I should have taken the day off,” Takahiro mumbled, responsibility and doom weighing heavily on his voice.
“If we manage to round up our suspects in time, I’ll treat you to a meal. Alright?” said Atsushi kindly. He too wished for a more relaxing day - it was Valentine’s Day after all, people should stop killing each other and embrace the occasion - but work was work. Work paid the bills.
Takahiro brightened. “I’m holding you on to that, Atsushi-san.”
Atsushi exhaled in fond exasperation. Really, the younger ones were so easy to bribe.
3) Crack - Yokosuka (KenchiTetsuya)
“Kenchi, you are not ruining anyone’s Valentine’s Day dressed up and acting as Kenchiman, or I’ll put laxatives in your coffee and tell Hiro you’re calling in sick.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
4) Crossover - NaoNao
“Naoto-san, you’re...a hero?”
“Can’t I be one?” Naoto huffs, crossing the room. Naoki’s bedroom is simple but elegantly furnished. And he owns a huge bed. “You’re mocking me, aren’t you, Naoki?” He draws himself to full height and puffs out his chest for added emphasis. Unfortunately, Naoki is, and always will be taller than him, so he settles for a glare and a light punch to Naoki’s stomach.
“Ow ow ow.”
“Tough love, Naoki. Speaking of which, are you free tonight?” Naoto bounces lightly on Naoki’s bed and pats the covers. Mmm, springy.
“Why?” Naoki blinks suspiciously at him, checking the wall clock. It’s two in the morning. “Isn’t it Valentine’s Day? And why are you on my bed?”
“Precisely because it is Valentine’s Day. The Valentine's Day. I need all the help I can get to save the broken-hearted, and since you know my identity, you can help me out. As for the second question, I need my rest. It’s been a long day, my house is too far, and your bed is extremely comfortable.”
"Wait a minute, Naoto-san, if you are taking my bed, where am I-"
"Great! It’s a date."
Ignoring Naoki’s flabbergasted look, Naoto crawls beneath the blankets and instantly falls asleep when his head hits the pillow.
Naoki sighs - arguing with Naoto is futile once his mind is made up - and makes his way to the living room to sleep on the sofa.
5) First Time - TakaAtsu
The first time they went on a date, Takahiro slipped on a random banana peel, landing ungraciously on his butt.
“Takahiro, are you alright?” Atsushi said as he helped the younger man to his feet.
It hurt like hell, but Atsushi’s concern for him was worth the pain. Takahiro quirked his lips as he dusted his clothes. “Don’t worry Atsushi-san, I’m fine. It’s because you’re so appeeling that I fell for you.”
Grinning unrepentantly at Atsushi’s stunned face, Takahiro pressed in and stole a kiss.
6) Fluff - OmiRyu
“Naoki-san, what do you give a person when you want to give them the rest of your life?”
“Yourself,” Naoki replies serenely. “If the person is your world, you will also be the most important treasure in their world. I believe it is the best gift anyone can have.”
And Hiroomi stands there picking out scarves and sweaters as Ryuji sings along to Valentine Kiss, Ryuji’s hand warm in his. He knows his fashion sense is decent, even if Naoto may roll his eyes at him. He joins in at the chorus, trying and failing to harmonise properly.
Ryuji’s amused laughter is the sweetest music to his ears, Hiroomi thinks as he leans forward to capture Ryuji’s breath, the brush of soft lips on his own sending warm, pleasant tingles down his spine.
7) Humour - NaoNao
“Naoki, do you believe in love at first sight, or should I tell Cupid to shoot you with that arrow one more time? I can lend him my longbow and quiver so that you know it’s me, that is, if the staff still keeps my costume and props.”
“Naoki, you’re so sweet, you’re giving me a toothache. At the rate you’re going, I won’t be able to maintain my figure, let alone afford the dentist. You’ll need to help me burn off these extra calories for the next three months.”
"Naoki, I think there’s something wrong with my eyes, because I can't take them off you. Then again, you’re so tall it’s impossible to miss. I can’t count the number of times I’ve crashed into your solid and very nice back."
This was how Naoki found Naoto when he entered the dance studio, staring intently at his phone and reciting cheesy pick-up lines with additional input and a flair that was entirely Naoto. Takanori and Kenjirou were trying and failing to hide their guffaws, their presence surprising by the very fact that they were earlier than Naoki on a practice day.
Nevermind that today was Valentine’s Day. He was always the earliest. Maybe almost always.
“Nao-san, what are you doing?” Naoki discreetly pinched himself, half-torn between laughing his arse off and running out of the dance studio in sheer embarrassment.
“Naoki! I’m trying to win you over with pick-up lines,” said Naoto, turning in his direction with a winning smile. “Is it working?”
“Erm, not really?”
“Damn. The English alphabet is so confusing. They should put ‘I’ and ‘U’ together, exactly like the Japanese alphabet,” added Naoto with a wink.
“Nao-san, please.”
8) Hurt/Comfort - Yokosuka
“You’re still recovering,” Kenchi chided softly. Hesitant fingers reached out, stopping just short of the bandaged shoulder before curling into a fist.
He was afraid to touch, afraid to hurt him.
“I’m fine. Stop treating me like a fragile flower,” Tetsuya grumbled half-heartedly. He nudged Kenchi with a leg. “Shove over, I’m taking the right side.”
Tetsuya flung the fleece blanket over them, sighing contentedly as Kenchi tucked it neatly at the corners. The blanket was nice and warm. Kenchi’s arm wound around his body, careful not to jostle his shoulder, and pulled him closer, spooning him almost protectively. Tetsuya’s body was cooler than his.
“Let’s go on a date later.” Tetsuya sprawled on top of Kenchi and snuggled into Kenchi’s shoulder, closing his eyes.
“Alright,” Kenchi agreed as they drifted off to sleep.
9) Smut - OmiRyu
Sex with Hiroomi in the morning was achingly slow.
It was a sleepy kiss, a sleepy sigh, followed by a lazy hand on Ryuji's chest. It was not-so-fresh breath and slightly crusty eyes and unwashed hair. It was a tube of lubricant and two fingers pressing, rubbing, turning Ryuji's bones to jelly, tightening his nipples, giving him gooseflesh and shivers and a sweaty hairline.
It was a breach, a stretch, a touch there, yes, Omi, right there. A devious look on Hiroomi's face, a satisfied grin. It was thrusting fingers and a kiss to the skin above Ryuji's rapidly beating heart. It was a carefully licked nipple and a delicious burn and a sudden shift of a lithe body, of a well-packed torso and lean muscle.
It was a heavy exhale, eyes squeezed shut and fingers grasping at hips and sides and slick skin. It was Ryuji's low keen, Hiroomi's lip-bite, and an agonizing, aching slide in, inside, now, Omi, move please, faster, more more more...
It was wet heat, a lack of control, muffled moans as they sought their release. It was sweat on their foreheads and unspoken words on their lips. It was sun streaming in through the curtains and closed eyes. It was warmth and slowing breaths, destroyed sheets and sticky skin, and it was a new day.
It was the morning of Valentine’s Day, and it was perfect.
10) UST - OPEN PAIR
He doesn’t know when he starts noticing him.
He can’t stop thinking of every accidental brush of their fingers, their elbows, their thighs. He savours all the hugs he has received, as platonic as the ones he gives the other members; he wishes to hold him longer, to breathe in his musky scent, never to let him go. His glances stray towards him, memorizing every gesture or expression while he isn’t looking. He is so beautiful, with all his quirks and imperfections, and beyond his reach.
Perhaps he is losing his mind in bitter silence, but he can’t stop. Surely he must be masochistic, to be obsessed with wanting something, no, someone he can’t have. Yet he can’t bring himself to confess, lest he loses their friendship.
His feelings are one-sided. It hurts to admit it, to acknowledge it.
It pains him when he announces he has a date tonight. It is a stab through his heart. But he manages to plaster a smile on his face and joins in the teasing. “Have a wonderful time, it is Valentine’s Day after all,” he says. “Tell me the sordid details tomorrow, yeah?” The words sound empty to his ears.
His embarrassed smile is cute, and he allows himself this tiny comfort that he is the one who put it on his face.