The T.A.B.O.O. Vs. Disco Star (04/??)
Title: The T.A.B.O.O. vs. Disco Star
Author: Fabi & Dani (dani_mathoz)
Beta: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance, Fluff and bit of Fantasy
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'What will happen when The T.A.B.O.O. meet the Disco Star? This is the history of the two most famous night clubs of the century.'
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;
Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥
CHAPTER 4
T.A.B.O.O, 2015
Sho sighed anxiously before opening the door of his dressing room. He felt a mix of guilt and sadness when he found the room silent and dark. He wasn't the real responsible for this situation, but he felt completely tactless for letting Aiba there alone.
He sighed once again and turned on the light, assured that all the insane situation of the time travel thing was just something from his mind. However, the image he saw there made him shudder, though he didn't know if it was from relief or frustration.
Aiba was in a roll on the floor, in front of the mirror, asleep.
He kneeled beside him, looking at his expression, which was even more beautiful when he was sleeping. He looked so unprotected and sad. For the first time, he felt a different warmth running through his body, which he strangely recognized as affection. Usually, it was just lust that made him to look at someone with other intentions, but it was different with Aiba.
Of course, there was also desire, it had been very clear with the kiss they had shared earlier.
- You came back... - the desperate whisper made his heart beat faster.
- I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone... - his phrase was cut off by a sudden hug.
He felt Aiba tremble when he returned the hug, closing his arms around him. Soon, without any planning, their lips were sealed in a second kiss.
This time, it was even deeper.
When they parted, it was only to catch their breath before Sho attacked him with more voracity, his fingers working to open the buttons of the red patterned shirt.
Once he got rid of it, he stayed a few seconds watching the well-built abdomen and the huge and curious birthmark on Masaki's left shoulder.
He kissed every piece of the exposed skin before moving on to the front of his pants and he would have stripped Masaki completely if it wasn’t for the long fingers that closed around his wrists.
- What are you doing?
- What do you think? - he asked, moving his hips against the other one in order to make clear the desire he had awakened in his body.
- I... I don't know how you people behave here, in this century, but... but that's too fast for me.
Sho pulled away, torn between frustrated and embarrassed, giving him space to get dressed again.
- I hope you're not upset...
- You're right, of course. But seeing the way you were kissing me back, I...
- Who wouldn’t kiss you back? You are so sexy!
He couldn't hide a smile of pleasure to hear the compliment from those red lips. It was the same praise he heard so often every night, but for some reason he couldn't understand, it was different coming from him.
- Well... we’ve just met... and all this is so confusing and... difficult to digest.
Not for the first time that night he felt the urge to slap himself by his insensitivity, which was odd. He had never bothered with other people's feelings, imposing his own will above anything else. But Aiba's eyes, so frightened and hesitant, were enough to make him give up on his previous intentions.
- Well, why don't we go out for a bit? Would you like to have breakfast with me? - he invited, after staying quiet for a while. - There is a very nice place nearby...
- What time is it? Isn’t it too early?
- Not that early - he looked at his watch, seeing it was already more than five in the morning.
- I’m not sure - Aiba stared at him. - I don't know if I should get out of here... What if the portal open while I'm gone?
Sho sighed, recognizing he had a valid argument. Maybe he could lose his only chance to go home. On the other hand, he couldn't stay there forever waiting for something that could never happen. In a way, he was feeling a bit responsible and didn't want to leave him alone again. Moreover, he would be in trouble if someone found a stranger alone in his dressing room.
- It's a possibility, yes. But the portal may take a while to open again. You need to eat, to take a shower and to sleep properly. I'll bring you back when I come to work tonight. But for now, come with me, okay? Please...
Aiba sighed and nodded, accepting his support to get on his feet and allowing himself to be led to the back exit and then to the street.
- Wow! - the time traveler said as they reached Sho's car. - It's beautiful!
The stripper smiled proudly.
- It's a Toyota Prius. Do you drive? - he asked while adjusting the seat belt.
- Yes, I have a license. But I don't have a car. Usually, I use Jun's if I need to go somewhere I cannot go by train - Masaki said, running his hand lightly over the panel.
- Jun?
- My best friend. We share an apartment in Minato - Aiba frowned as if he had a sudden thought.
- Any problem?
- No... I was just wondering where I live now... I mean, the me from this time. I wonder what might have happened to me...
- Well, if you want we can dig some information...
- No thanks - Masaki said flatly. - I will soon get back to my time. It wouldn't be very nice to discover I have a pathetic and meaningless life in the future.
Sho nodded in agreement. They bought all they needed in a konbini near the nightclub and went straight to his apartment. Along the way, Aiba was pointing out all he recognized from his time and making a few comments about what changed. According to him, there were only a few differences, apart from people’s looks and the obviously more advanced vehicles.
- I'll set the table - Sho said, as soon as they arrived at his apartment - Meanwhile, you can take a bath. I think my clothes will fit you well - he examined the slender body.
Aiba was taller than he was by a few centimeters, but was certainly thinner. He took some gray sweatpants, a navy shirt and a patterned underwear. He handed him a clean towel as well.
- You will find shampoo and soap in the bathroom. Feel free to shave if you want. You will find everything you need in the cabinet over the sink.
- Thank you - Aiba said, his eyes watching with interest and curiosity the most modern furniture.
- This is a SmartTV and this coupled device is a Playstation4. I'll show you how it works later, okay?
Masaki looked at all that technology with fascinated eyes, as if all the names said by Sho were in another dialect. However, he asked no more questions, just following to the pointed direction.
As soon as he entered in the bathroom, Sho went to the kitchen looking for cups, plates and cutlery. While organizing things on the table, he realized that, apart for Satoshi, he had never brought anyone else home. It was a strange feeling to be setting the table for two.
He felt a chill down his spine when he saw Aiba returning to the kitchen, wearing his own clothes. The shirt that showed up his defined chest and his wet hair gave him a much younger look.
Beautiful!
He shivered. Each piece of himself caught by the kisses marked by fire in his memory.
Sho shook his head to clear it from the libidinous memories and turned his attention to the table.
- I'll take a shower too, but you don’t need to wait for me to eat. Help yourself and eat as much as you want, okay?
- Don't worry! I can wait...
Sho would argue with him, but he understood that the other probably wouldn’t be feeling at ease in an unfamiliar environment. He turned on the TV and searched for the morning news.
- If you want to change channels, feel free - he gave the remote control to the visitor, who looked at the object with interest. - I'll be back as soon as possible.
In fact, he came back in less than ten minutes finding Aiba on the sofa watching the program with attentive eyes.
- Let's eat? - he asked, sitting on the table and waiting for the other to join then.
- Thank you, Sakurai-san.
- No need to thank me for it.
- It is delicious! - He said with his mouth full of melon pan.
- I said that konbini’s food is great! I always go there with Satoshi.
- I didn't mean to bother you...
- Don’t mention it. I couldn't leave you there, helpless, in a century and in a place unknown to you.
- Still, it's not your obligation. You know nothing about me...
- I know enough. Also, I feel kind of responsible for having you crossing that mirror because of me.
- You were one of the reasons - Aiba confirmed. - It may seem strange, but since I saw you for the first time, without even knowing if you were real or just an illusion, I wanted to know you better - he ran his hand over the host's face.
At first, Sho closed his eyes to intensify the contact. It felt so good... but it didn't take long for him to get back to himself.
- Aiba-san... - he pulled away from his touch. - About that kiss... or rather, those kisses...
- Do you regret it?
- It was very good - he was sincere and recognized that, even at that moment, his whole body craved for more. - But that won’t happen again. I hope you don't have any expectations about it.
Aiba nodded.
- Don't worry. I'm not expecting anything. Soon I'm going back to my century and everything will be just in our memory as an interesting dream.
Sho sighed with relief.
- Yes, like a dream. After all, who will believe in this time travelling story? - he smiled. - I'll get you a pillow and a comforter. Is it alright for you to sleep in the sofa? Or would you prefer a futon?
- The sofa is fine.
Sho nodded and went to get what he needed to make him comfortable. It didn't take him more than five minutes to get what he needed. When he returned, however, Aiba was already asleep.
On an impulse, he stroked the fragrant hair before covering him and, then, he went to his room.
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Ninomiya turned around on his bed lazily. Although his mind was already alert, flooded by a buzz of confusing thoughts, his body was not yet fully awake. Not only due to the pleasant sensation of the silky sheets against his naked skin, but mainly for the bothering throb on his head, which made him want to stay in bed a little longer.
He had gone wild with the drinks.
It was entirely that stripper’s fault, the man he couldn’t get out of his mind!
He touched the cold surface of his nightstand, searching for his cellphone, and only when it was right in front of his face he dared to open his eyes.
7:14 AM.
He searched through his schedule and sighed in relief. His meeting with the new client would only take place at lunchtime. Not only would he be able to sleep a little longer, but also have plenty of time to recover from his hangover.
He stretched his muscles slowly and forced his body up on the bed, leaning against the headbord. He intended to get up, go to the bathroom, take an aspirin and get back to bed for a well-deserved hour of sleep.
However, his idea never got to be more than a plan.
A cold shiver ran down his spine, before his body halted, stunned and apprehensive, when he saw the naked body lying beside him.
Wasn't all that just a good dream?
How desperate he was, he wondered, to break one of his main rules: to never let himself to be controlled by his feelings. He was a rational and calculating businessman. He had no time to lose with cheap sentimentality.
Nonetheless, since he started attending T.A.B.O.O., he discovered a side of him he was far from appreciate.
At first, he went there just due to the insistent invitation of a friend he used to sleep with from time to time. He only accepted due to the confidentiality agreement between the parties, as well as the discretion and security of the place, which was reserved only for carefully chosen customers: executives, politicians, athletes, artists. Men of reputation, who couldn't have their identity or their sexual orientation exposed.
The dancers were really fascinating, just as Toma had said. In addition, although it was forbidden for the customers to have any sexual advances towards the strippers, he knew some of them offered these type of services in the shadows.
Toma himself had told him about that Sho guy, with whom he used to go out regularly.
In fact, the lad was quite beautiful and seductive. Perhaps the most beautiful stripper of the place. He couldn't deny he felt quite attracted by the sensual way he moved his well-built body.
Until he laid his eyes on Satoshi.
He was still unable to express what he felt at that time.
It wasn't only desire, even if the first thing he had noticed was his hips’ sensual moves, the way he would shake his body in a provocative and slow way, showing his well-made ass and his tanned skin.
He offered a large amount for him to keep him company. And he never regretted it. He was kind, thoughtful and, of course, seductive. After all, it was all part of his job to entertain his client.
He requested the dancer to accompany him from time to time. Although for many times he got distracted staring at his half-naked body, Ninomiya found himself enjoying the stripper company more than he thought he should.
Yet, he had no such intention.
He didn’t really want to get attached to anyone, he didn’t get quite well with other people. He had always enjoyed machines more. Since childhood, he was addicted to videogames and computers. It wasn’t by chance that, at the age of 23, he held a very trustworthy position in his family’s company.
Satoshi, however, was different from all the people he used to deal with. He was kind, a good listener and even if he was paid to please, there was some sort of honesty in the way he looked at him that Nino had never found in the competitive and cruel world of business he lived in.
In any case, he had no illusions of being special in the dancer’s life and he was handling it pretty well until he started feeling uncomfortable with his presentations. Not that he had become bored of them, much on the contrary. Satoshi was full of surprises and he was always changing his choreography, even if he still kept some specific moves. He knew how to seduce and he was very aware of the desire he aroused on the public.
Maybe that was the reason for his annoyance: the other client’s longing eyes over him. It took him a while to admit he wanted the dancer only for himself.
That night, Nino left T.A.B.O.O quite irritated. He couldn’t reserve Satoshi as his companion for the night and even had to endure watching he show off to a crowded club, all seductive with a much tinier leather underwear than he was used to wear. He was particularly sexy and, although their eyes had met for some times, he knew the act wasn’t made exclusively for him.
He turned his eyes away when the other clients starts caressing his exposed skin, while hanging money bills on his briefs. He got even more disturbed when he sat with a big smile at the VIP table of the client that paid for his company.
The same smile he had offered him a few days ago.
He left the club with a lame excuse to J-san, the owner, and went to his favorite bar.
There, he asked for a reserved table and a bottle of the most expensive whisky they had. It was rare for him to drink during weekdays, but that night he felt the need to have a dose or two of alcohol on his system.
After drinking more than he had planned initially, he decided to go to the bathroom. On his way back, wavering dangerously, he tripped in one of the tables.
- Sorry…
- Are you ok? - someone held him, one of the hands on his waist and the other on his shoulder.
Nino couln’t give a proper answer, lost on the worried eyes that stared him back. Maybe it was the effect of the drink, but they seemed so familiar and affectionate.
- Satoshi... - he mumbled, delusional.
What would he be doing there? It had to be a fantasy, right?
- I think you would better sit down, Ninomiya-san - said the stripper, guiding him to a chair nearby when he lost his balance for the second time.
The young businessman opened his mouth to say something, but gave up with a shrug. Not asking for permission, he just took the glass he found on that table.
- Won’t you drink with me? - he asked, staring intensely at the other man.
- Don’t you think you’ve had enough already? - Satoshi held his arm before he managed to take the glass to his mouth.
Nino gave him an annoyed stare and pointed his finger at him.
- You! You drive me mad... - he said in a drunk voice. Then, he caressed the tanned face with the back of his hand. - I hate you for that…
And before the man was able to say anything, he pulled him by his nape, bringing the inviting lips to his.
He couldn’t remember much of what happened later. He didn’t remember, for instance, how they arrived at his apartment; or how they were suddenly naked, their limbs tangled on his bed. But he would never forget the feeling of those plump lips caressing his skin, his hands touching every part of his body, his eyes devouring him while he moved over him; sometimes softly, sometimes roughly.
How long had it been that he gave himself away like that, shamelessly?
How long had it been since he heard the sound of his own voice, moaning loudly and boldly at every shiver of pleasure on his body?
Not even to Toma, his most regular partner, he had given permission to dominate him like that.
Then why, while he was digging his nails on the soft and tanned back of the dancer and stretching his legs even more to get the man deeper, none of those questionings had any relevance?
At least, until he woke up in the morning.
He felt his heart throbbing on his chest after remembering how he got to that situation and he shivered even more after analyzing the handsome body that was in a deep sleep. The man was laying on his chest, completely naked, his arms hugging the pillow tightly.
First, Nino ran his eyes over his serene expression. Then, he focused on his well-built body, admiring the soft muscles on his back and arms and, at last, he got his eyes on the round butt and his toned thighs.
Anyone in his place would feel excited by the amazing vision at that time of the morning, even with the disheveled hair, or the heavy breaths...
He was handsome and sexy.
For a few minutes, he even considered the idea of begging him not to leave that bed ever again.
However... he wasn’t a sentimental man and that adventure should end up there.
It had been an amazing and intense one-night-stand, which Satoshi probably offered to anyone who could afford it.
He sneaked out of the bed, trying to move carefully not to wake him. Not yet… he wanted to act indifferently, as if it was just a casual thing for him.
- Good morning…
Nino was caught by surprise with the raspy greeting.
- Good morning - he answered, his hands unconsciously pulling the sheet to hide his nudity.
- You don’t have to hide from me - Satoshi looked at him in amusement. - I saw much more than that last night.
Nino blushed, ashamed.
- About that, I… I was drunk - he got up, ignoring his nudity and getting down to take his linen pants after finding it in the floor with other pieces of clothes. - I’m sorry, I can’t remember if we set the amount before…
- What? - his brown eyes faced him in a totally different way from the night before.
The charm was placed by an opaque stare Nino couldn’t define as hurt or disappointment.
- Ah... maybe I won’t have enough money with me. But I guess you wouldn’t take credit cards, right? - he opened his wallet, counting the notes.
Satoshi gave him a shocked stare before getting down the bed and taking his clothes scattered around the floor. Nino watched in silence while he changed his clothes, wondering why he seemed so angry. The stripper pulled his jeans’ zipper up and tidied his hair with his hands without throwing even a glance at him. When he finished, he walked to the bedroom’s door. Before turning the knob, however, he looked at him:
- It’s true I earn money by showing off my body in a dance club, allowing the audience to touch me with their heads full of perverted thoughts I create with my moves. And, yes, I even received a very high bonus for each and every time you requested my company. Tonight, however… I didn’t sleep with you for money, Ninomiya-san. I never had sex with anyone for money - his tone was bitter and upset.
- But…
- Maybe I should have resisted, after all, you were too shaken by the alcohol. But I had you in my arms, begging me to kiss you, saying you wanted me. And I… I’ve always liked you. I should have known though that between us it would never be anything but a business trade, right?
That thing rolling down the tanned face… could it be a teardrop?
- If you ever want to see me again, you know where to find me. Then and there, you can open your expensive leather wallet and throw all your money at my face.
Nino watched him leave his bedroom and shivered when he heard the door of the apartment closing with a loud thump.
Letting his wallet fall on the floor, he ran his hands through his hair, completely confused.
What the hell had just happened?
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Sho only realized how exhausted he was when he saw the time on his cellphone.
3:43 PM.
He had slept more than eight hours. He got up, finding Aiba asleep in the same position he left him that morning.
Knowing he would need all the energy he could get for his performance that night, he took some pieces of katsu from the freezer, the meat in crumbled bread he loved so much, and put the rice on the cooker. Then, opening the fridge, he took out the salad he bought on the supermarket, deciding it should be good to visit it next morning to restock his food supplies.
He has never been a good cook; he even had a hard time trying to learn how to make a decent rice that wouldn’t burn in the bottom of the cooker. That was why he was so happy to find out a supermarket just some blocks ahead with many things he could freeze or eat right after, like that katsu or the salad. As he would usually eat out, he didn’t go there too frequently, but if his guest wouldn’t find a way back home soon, maybe he would have to rethink this planning.
He only woke Aiba up after he had already arranged everything over the table and his house had the pleasant smell of homemade food. He spent the afternoon showing him the new technologies. Presented him to the internet, showed him how to use a notebook and how the cellphone worked. After that, they spent hours having fun with a videogame. When he was surprised by the stranger’s abilities, he told him he was very good in pinball and other games and he would spend hours with Jun in game centers, when they had a day off.
Actually, that Jun guy had been mentioned in several moments through their conversation, making him a little annoyed whenever he said things like “Jun would love that!” or “Jun will never believe when I tell him about a phone that take pictures!”. He wondered how important was that guy to Aiba and asked himself if he would be so excited when telling his friend about his adventures in the future.
Time had gone by before he noticed. Aiba was fun, he had an easy and shiny smile. He was full of energy and tireless, making lots of questions about everything. Sho was surprised by his own patience in explaining him all he wanted to know and even things he never asked about.
He also was a bit taken by the amount of time he got himself observing him more than he should, specially the plump and kissable lips, he could still feel its texture and flavor on his own.
He couldn’t hide a sad sigh when he parked near T.A.B.O.O later that night. Perhaps, those would be his last moments with Aiba and the idea of never seeing him again brought some discomfort to his chest.
- I’m going to get myself changed at Satoshi’s dressing room. I’m afraid he might come here to see me and end up finding you here. I’ll come and check on you when I can, ok?
Aiba nodded with an upset expression.
- If the portal open up before I meet you again, I want you to know I really enjoyed meeting you.
- The same for me. Thank you so much for taking me to your home and showing me a bit of your world. I’ll never forget that, Sakurai-san.
Sho smiled and opened his mouth to tell him he would never forget that crazy meeting, but he was interrupted by the door being opened by someone he wasn’t expecting to see there. Usually, the man would ask someone else to go and get whoever he wanted to his office.
In his 60s, T.A.B.O.O.’s owner was famous not only for his preserved beauty, but also for the stern expression he had, giving him an unfriendly look.
- J-san... - he tried to improvise something that would explain Aiba’s presence there, but his boss ignored him.
- Sakurai! - his tone wasn’t pleasant at all, as well as his annoyed stare. - Would you care to explain to me why were you seen dining with Takahashi-san three days ago? Wasn’t I clear about the main rule of my club? Don’t you dare thinking that only because you’re the number one I’m going to tolerate this kind of…
Sho’s heart almost stopped when his boss’ eyes laid on Aiba.
- Masaki? - he asked, almost in a whisper while he faced the man, astonished.
- Jun? - Aiba questioned, equally surprised. - Oh, my God! Is it really you?
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Note: Hereeee, so much happened this chapter huh? As many of you guessed J-san and Jun is the same person - Aplauses - *You girls are too smart O_O*. Now the history will into in the critical zone, some things will happen... And about Ohmiya well even tho Satoshi likes Nino as well, he will forgive Nino after this?
Plus a BIG Thank you for br_arashi who helped me a lot to translate this chapter since Fabi amazing as always finished about one week ago, but bussiness call me early this year!
Thank you so so so much for every comment and every person who is following this fic ♥
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