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"Naruse-san. You have a visitor."
Naruse's gaze flickered up once from his papers. "Send him in."
His secretary bowed stiffly -- still nervous, like a startled sparrow -- and hurriedly ushered a small man in, before shutting the heavy door behind her.
Silence, save for the quiet ticks of the clock on the wall.
Naruse perused the last page of his documents, shuffled them back in order, and laid the pile neatly beside his ivory-coloured mac book. Then, finally, he clasped his hands together on the desk and smiled. "Is that all?" he asked.
His visitor, leaning against the wall on the opposite end, glared at him with narrowed eyes. "This isn't funny, Ryou."
"No?" Naruse chuckled. "I know what you wish to say, you know what I would say in return. A perfect stalemate." His lips curled, just a little further. "And yet, you're here."
"So what," the man snapped, "All that, I only wish to seek the truth and bring real criminals to justice diatribe you fed me was all bull?"
"Not entirely."
The man scrubbed furiously at his temple in frustration. "I know. I know it's been tough. I know he should never, never have gotten away with what he did. If I were the judge at the time, he'd still be rotting away in jail. But, think about it. Think about what you're doing." He spread his arms out imploringly. "There has to be a better way, Ryou."
Naruse arched a fine eyebrow. "I only wish to seek the truth and bring real criminals to justice."
Those tiny legs, the lawyer mused, when his visitor had him pressed against a wall, a hand fisted in his collar, could move fast when they wanted to. "You're nothing but an attorney who murders innocent people for his own selfish needs," the man hissed, his eyes burning with -- with what? Rage? Fear? Revulsion?
"You haven't told anyone," Naruse noted, quietly relishing the feel of those knuckles digging deep into his jaw.
As sharply as that temper rose, the blaze dimmed into confusion, sorrow -- and a little of something that Naruse couldn't identify. "You bastard..." he said then, voice cracking, "Why did you tell me?"
Without a word, Naruse cupped the other's cheek and leaned in.
The intercom buzzed loudly.
"Naruse-san. Sakita Shiori-san is here to see you."
A beat.
Then, the man pulled away from Naruse and backed away slowly. Adjusting his tie with one hand, Naruse tapped a button on the intercom. "Send her in," he ordered.
The door opened to the sight of Shiori, looking beautiful and fragile in her white frilled skirt and a navy-blue top. "My mother and I thought you might want lunch," Shiori said with a warm smile, stretching her hands out to reveal a neatly wrapped bento box. "Oh," she added, turning to the visitor, "There's more than enough for your friend too."
He returned the smile, weakly. "No, I was... just taking my leave."
"Sousuke," Naruse said suddenly.
The man froze.
"Thank you."
There, in those eyes, that something that Naruse just couldn't place a name to.
Shiori watched the visitor leave, before she gently brushed a hand against Naruse's, softly, unwittingly. Immediately, the lawyer turned to his desk, withdrawing from the touch. "I've never seen such sad-looking eyes," she said softly. "It's almost like he lost something precious."
"Perhaps he did." Naruse smiled in response to Shiori's questioning gaze. "Shall we start on those bento boxes?"
“Cut!” the director’s voice whipped across the air.
Nino saw his Ohno relax immediately, the older man’s back reverting to its usual slouch. He valiantly tried to catch his lover’s attention to signal a quick trip to a private place nearby, because he had to admit it, dammit, that pushing to the wall scene got to him real bad. He subtly tugged at his tightening trousers, bent on having his hard-on attended to before anyone else notices.
But because the world was neither fair nor sympathetic to begin with, of course, his beloved wasn’t cooperating. Nino watched Ohno absentmindedly beam at his leading lady, then blink drowsily at the patterns on the floor as the AD briefed him on the next scene in the young judge’s chambers. Nino turned away in a huff, and was suddenly face to face with one of the costume designer’s assistants who wanted to drown him in judicial robes.
Nino was still attempting to find his arms beneath the layers of fabric when he caught Ohno looking at him, brows furrowed in contemplation. Nino almost glared at the older man but didn’t, and just tilted his head towards the general direction of the bathroom instead, before he walked there himself, his lust keeping him from tripping and getting entangled in yards of black cloth.
No sooner had he stepped inside the bathroom when he heard the door close and the lock click. He turned, and was suddenly pressed against the sink, a hand fisted in his collar. His eyes grew wide, as he found himself the recipient of Ohno’s best Naruse Ryou stare.
Nino was suddenly very aware of the dryness of his mouth. From a distance, he heard one, two, three water droplets splash on porcelain.
“Oh-chan?”
Nino winced, hearing more than a questioning note to his voice.
As he released his grip on the shirt, Ohno smiled. Not the spacey-purururu-purururu-shimpuru-shimpuru-sleepy smile Nino was used to. This smile was merely a baring of teeth, without warmth, but drenched in everything carnal. Nino felt his breath catch as with eyes still intent on his, Ohno slowly unbuckled his own belt.
Nino fought against the moan itching to be released from his throat as hands began to explore under the folds of his flowing robe. Finally, with his beautiful long fingers curled around Nino's cock, Ohno whispered, “I think I like this devil business.”
Nino purred in agreement, lost in the sensation of Ohno's lips on his skin.
Later, Nino would predictably protest, denying his assent, something which the older man would expect and accept without fuss. But at this moment, the truth was something neither Nino's glazed eyes nor Ohno's smirk could ever belie.
The original posts are here:
aatash's "Naruse-san, you have a visitor."
chokingsmoker's After the Cut
Apparently, the "backstage" story made her happy. I've got me a new friend!
YEY!!!
Now, she's off to Japan to watch Arashi in concert! And I'm already waiting for the con reports. Haha!
Naruse's gaze flickered up once from his papers. "Send him in."
His secretary bowed stiffly -- still nervous, like a startled sparrow -- and hurriedly ushered a small man in, before shutting the heavy door behind her.
Silence, save for the quiet ticks of the clock on the wall.
Naruse perused the last page of his documents, shuffled them back in order, and laid the pile neatly beside his ivory-coloured mac book. Then, finally, he clasped his hands together on the desk and smiled. "Is that all?" he asked.
His visitor, leaning against the wall on the opposite end, glared at him with narrowed eyes. "This isn't funny, Ryou."
"No?" Naruse chuckled. "I know what you wish to say, you know what I would say in return. A perfect stalemate." His lips curled, just a little further. "And yet, you're here."
"So what," the man snapped, "All that, I only wish to seek the truth and bring real criminals to justice diatribe you fed me was all bull?"
"Not entirely."
The man scrubbed furiously at his temple in frustration. "I know. I know it's been tough. I know he should never, never have gotten away with what he did. If I were the judge at the time, he'd still be rotting away in jail. But, think about it. Think about what you're doing." He spread his arms out imploringly. "There has to be a better way, Ryou."
Naruse arched a fine eyebrow. "I only wish to seek the truth and bring real criminals to justice."
Those tiny legs, the lawyer mused, when his visitor had him pressed against a wall, a hand fisted in his collar, could move fast when they wanted to. "You're nothing but an attorney who murders innocent people for his own selfish needs," the man hissed, his eyes burning with -- with what? Rage? Fear? Revulsion?
"You haven't told anyone," Naruse noted, quietly relishing the feel of those knuckles digging deep into his jaw.
As sharply as that temper rose, the blaze dimmed into confusion, sorrow -- and a little of something that Naruse couldn't identify. "You bastard..." he said then, voice cracking, "Why did you tell me?"
Without a word, Naruse cupped the other's cheek and leaned in.
The intercom buzzed loudly.
"Naruse-san. Sakita Shiori-san is here to see you."
A beat.
Then, the man pulled away from Naruse and backed away slowly. Adjusting his tie with one hand, Naruse tapped a button on the intercom. "Send her in," he ordered.
The door opened to the sight of Shiori, looking beautiful and fragile in her white frilled skirt and a navy-blue top. "My mother and I thought you might want lunch," Shiori said with a warm smile, stretching her hands out to reveal a neatly wrapped bento box. "Oh," she added, turning to the visitor, "There's more than enough for your friend too."
He returned the smile, weakly. "No, I was... just taking my leave."
"Sousuke," Naruse said suddenly.
The man froze.
"Thank you."
There, in those eyes, that something that Naruse just couldn't place a name to.
Shiori watched the visitor leave, before she gently brushed a hand against Naruse's, softly, unwittingly. Immediately, the lawyer turned to his desk, withdrawing from the touch. "I've never seen such sad-looking eyes," she said softly. "It's almost like he lost something precious."
"Perhaps he did." Naruse smiled in response to Shiori's questioning gaze. "Shall we start on those bento boxes?"
“Cut!” the director’s voice whipped across the air.
Nino saw his Ohno relax immediately, the older man’s back reverting to its usual slouch. He valiantly tried to catch his lover’s attention to signal a quick trip to a private place nearby, because he had to admit it, dammit, that pushing to the wall scene got to him real bad. He subtly tugged at his tightening trousers, bent on having his hard-on attended to before anyone else notices.
But because the world was neither fair nor sympathetic to begin with, of course, his beloved wasn’t cooperating. Nino watched Ohno absentmindedly beam at his leading lady, then blink drowsily at the patterns on the floor as the AD briefed him on the next scene in the young judge’s chambers. Nino turned away in a huff, and was suddenly face to face with one of the costume designer’s assistants who wanted to drown him in judicial robes.
Nino was still attempting to find his arms beneath the layers of fabric when he caught Ohno looking at him, brows furrowed in contemplation. Nino almost glared at the older man but didn’t, and just tilted his head towards the general direction of the bathroom instead, before he walked there himself, his lust keeping him from tripping and getting entangled in yards of black cloth.
No sooner had he stepped inside the bathroom when he heard the door close and the lock click. He turned, and was suddenly pressed against the sink, a hand fisted in his collar. His eyes grew wide, as he found himself the recipient of Ohno’s best Naruse Ryou stare.
Nino was suddenly very aware of the dryness of his mouth. From a distance, he heard one, two, three water droplets splash on porcelain.
“Oh-chan?”
Nino winced, hearing more than a questioning note to his voice.
As he released his grip on the shirt, Ohno smiled. Not the spacey-purururu-purururu-shimpuru-shimpuru-sleepy smile Nino was used to. This smile was merely a baring of teeth, without warmth, but drenched in everything carnal. Nino felt his breath catch as with eyes still intent on his, Ohno slowly unbuckled his own belt.
Nino fought against the moan itching to be released from his throat as hands began to explore under the folds of his flowing robe. Finally, with his beautiful long fingers curled around Nino's cock, Ohno whispered, “I think I like this devil business.”
Nino purred in agreement, lost in the sensation of Ohno's lips on his skin.
Later, Nino would predictably protest, denying his assent, something which the older man would expect and accept without fuss. But at this moment, the truth was something neither Nino's glazed eyes nor Ohno's smirk could ever belie.
The original posts are here:
aatash's "Naruse-san, you have a visitor."
chokingsmoker's After the Cut
Apparently, the "backstage" story made her happy. I've got me a new friend!
YEY!!!
Now, she's off to Japan to watch Arashi in concert! And I'm already waiting for the con reports. Haha!