[Ongoing] Losing Him - Chapter 4 [Ohmiya]
Title : Losing Him - Chapter 4
Lenght : Chapter
Author : ica_90
beta by : jtaytt (Thanks girl!!)
Pairing : Ohmiya (for 85% of the fic), Matsumiya (Friendship,in the next few chapters), Aimiya (Friendship, in the next few chapters), mostly friendship in this one for every other pair
Genre : Angst, Friendship, AU (because Nino quits Arashi, please advice if it’s not)
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Few weeks after Ohno rejected Nino’s confession, Nino decided to quit Arashi, making Ohno wonder if his rejection was the reason. But he has his own suspicions, and he wanted to know.
“You want freedom?”
Nino swore he hated himself as his memories of the day when everything started to fall apart replayed in his head. How did he fall into this deep dark life? He didn’t remember. He was supposed to be successful, to be popular, even though that was never his main objective when joining the industry.
Before he knew it, it just happened.
He never blamed anyone about everything that happened. It was his fault, all his.
That first meeting was supposed to be his fast track to success. It was, except, halfway, it turned into a life of sins.
“Sugimoto-san. Let me introduce you to the next spokeperson for your brand,”he took the man’s hand as he offered him a handshake, despite how he could see a creepy smile on the 45 years old man’s face.
“I’m Ninomiya Ka-,” he never managed to finish his words when he was pulled towards the guy who then whispered into his ear.
“Please me, and you will have your fortune in a blink of an eye,” the man said in a sneaky calculative tone.
He should have known that he would ruin his life the day he signed that contract. It was fine for the first few months, but everything turned into a mess afterwards.
It happened after 5 months Arashi had debuted. His contract with the brand was still ongoing and he was invited to a party organized by the company he modeled for. A celebration party they said, but Nino should have guessed; from that moment when everyone cheered as he walked into the place, and when he was pushed to into the seat next to Sugimoto-san, that it was the time he was going to lose his dignity.
It felt weird, his teenage body was actually responding to the man’s touch. His head felt dizzy after the few glasses of drinks they poured for him. Before he knew it, he was snuggling closer to the old man, letting the man slipped his hand into his pants, stroking his half hard dick through his subconscious. He couldn’t remember what happened next, but the next day when he woke up naked in a strange room, with a video tape left on the table in the room, he knew he had messed up.
He was disgusted. He felt used. Every single day that passed since the day was hell. He was threaten to keep pleasing the man or his secret would be exposed. Sugimoto warned him never to let anyone know about it or he’ll ruined the group that he just debuted with. God, he never cared about the group. But there were people who cared about it, someone like Jun, or Sho, or Aiba, or Ohno, they would hate him. People would hate him and that stopped him from telling anyone.
He had been living in this hell for the past eighteen years. 18 years of torture and then one day he realized how deep he was falling for Ohno. God, he wanted the man to look at him and love him back. And every single day, the feeling grew and it hurt him to see Ohno fell in love with some girls. That hurt more than being fucked forcefully by the one who treated him no better than a slave.
He wanted Ohno. But every single time he thought of telling that guy about his feelings, he felt scared. He was not a good person. He was a sinful, dirty, disgusting guy who let himself be used for the sake of his own pride. Ohno might not know about his secret right now, but surely one day he would find out and once he knew, things would never be the same again. Their friendship would be forgotten and he was sure that Ohno would look at him in disgust. Just like how Sugimoto’s bodyguard was throwing him this disgusting look every time he was called to fulfil the man’s lust.
But fifteen years wasn’t a short time. There were times when Ohno finally got a new girlfriend and he made it clear to Nino that whatever fanservice they were doing needed to stop because he was planning to have a proper life with the woman he loved.
God, he wanted to die then. He had told himself to forget his feelings for Ohno so many times and he thought he did. He thought he could.
But he was there with Ohno when the man had his break ups. He was there to support the man. It was during those times he finally realized; his feeling for Ohno never stopped. He was still in love with the man and seeing Ohno hurt was hurting him as well.
“I- I love him, Sugimoto-san,” he winced, feeling the slow intrusion into his half-prepared hole. Sugimoto loved that, torturing him slowly, painfully before he used him roughly until his strength abandoned him by the end of the night.
He heard Sugimoto chuckled behind him.
“You love him, huh?” he said, pulling out before thrusting him again making Nino groaned painfully. “You want freedom? From me?”
He hissed, as the old man started to fuck him, hard, showing the anger he was feeling with every thrust he made.
“Yes,” Nino panted hard between each thrust. “I want to begin a new life.”
Sugimoto stopped. He leaned in, their body met as he trailed wet kisses against Nino’s body, before he whispered into Nino’s ears.
“Did he know that you love him?” Nino shook his head. The old man laughed, not asking any other question as he fucked him hard again, enjoying Nino’s painful moans and screams against the pillow. He made him come again and again until the young guy was totally wasted, falling flat on the mattress.
“Tell him,” Sugimoto said, trailing his fingers down the man’s back. “Until you tell him, you are mine. If he loves you in return, I will let you go. But if he doesn’t- “
He could feel the man moving away from the bed. Nino could feel the man smirking as he was about to leave the room.
“If he doesn’t, Nino, you will officially be my slave,”
“What if I refuse?” Nino asked but the man noticed how shaky his voice was.
“I’ll leak your secret. Can you imagine what will happen to your beloved group? Friends? They’ll hate you for sure.”
That was two years ago. Two years of trying to find his courage to confessed to Ohno. Two years of hell almost every night. He would let himself be fucked by the old guy because he was too afraid to confess. But when he finally did, it didn’t turn out the way he was hoping.
No, he could never blame Ohno for it. Ohno had told him before. He wanted to have a life with a woman. A woman. Not a guy like him! He should have expected it. Yet, why was he hoping for the impossible?
Tonight was just like 18 years ago. He walked into the club, hearing the cheers from the people who was there celebrating the old man’s 60th birthday. He was dying on the inside, his mind was empty. All he wanted to do was to run away. But if he did, it would be risky to the people who he loved. Them. Arashi. Sugimoto was capable of doing things beyond what he could imagine to them. All he wanted to do was to keep them safe. That was the least he could do.
He surrendered to his fate. People was calling him the prince, but he was just Sugimoto’s slave. He walked towards his master, taking a seat next to him, ignoring how the people around him snickering, laughing sarcastically as they watched the old man touching him as he pleased.
“You don’t look happy, Nino,” Sugimoto said, pulling him closer before kissing him on his cheek.
“I’m sorry, Sugi- “
“It’s master, right?” a stinging pain was felt on his cheek when the old man slapped him. “6 months didn’t teach you anything huh? Shall I make them teach you again tonight?” the question sent shivers down his spine. His mind remembered how he was tortured, forced to devote his life, his soul for the old man. Hours of torture with various things inserted into his hole, denying his needs; he didn’t want to experience that again.
He knew where this was leading him to. He took the drink the man gave him, hoping for the night to end as soon as possible. He wanted to forget. He wanted to get drunk and to forget. No one was going to save him. All he could do was to surrender.
He felt his body grew hot and at the same time he could feel the old man slipping an ice cube into his pants. He could feel the coldness slipping down his ass, making him uncomfortable in his seat. His manhood was definitely reacting to the man’s touch, against his pants, grabbing his covered cock as wet kisses trailed along his jawline.
“Matsumoto-kun loves this, right? Your jawline. Man, he declared liking what's mine on National television. How sweet!” Sugimoto said, slipping another piece of ice cube into his pants while kissing him, making Nino to squirm on his seat.“Too bad. This belongs to me now. This and your everything.”
The words were piercing him deeply, hurting his already damaged soul. God, there was no turning back. He had already put his life in this guy’s hand eighteen years ago. He had nowhere to run, no one to turn to.
Slowly, his senses began to drift off. All he needed to do is to please. His breaths were uneven, and even just by hearing the old man’s laughs turned him on. He let the man to pull him closed, forcing a kiss on his lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth. At this point, he didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t that bad being Sugimoto’s slave, his mind screamed at him.
“Good boy, Nino,” amidst the noise, he heard the man pulled down his zipper. “For my birthday present, Nino, you will suck me,”
He didn’t say a word. He had been doing this all the time for the past six months since he quitted Arashi. Perhaps, the effect of the drugs they added to his drink had made it like this. He chuckled, before he found himself kneeling in front of the old guy, his half hard dick was just a few inches away from his mouth. He heard people cheering, and that excited him somehow even though he never truly understood why.
But before he could start, someone yanked him away from his position. All of sudden, he felt like his burden being taken away from him. He felt safe in this person’s embrace. Somehow, he snuggled even closer to the new person, sniffing in the familiar scent that he had been missing so terribly.
It’s impossible, he thought. With his eyes closed, he started crying. God, he felt so weak.
“What are you trying to do?” God, he even sounded like Ohno.
But Ohno had never sounded this angry. He was always calm. But this guy who was holding him, sounded like he’s gonna commit murder any second from now.
“You’re too late,” he heard Sugimoto chuckled. “He is already - “
“WHAT?” Another familiar voice caught Nino’s ears. “Became your slave?
Slowly he opened his eyes, just a second before he saw Sugimoto being punched hard by a guy. “This, for doing him all you pleased!”
He didn’t know what happened next, but he felt being carried away, and everything just went silent as he was driven off, away from the club.
“Nino-“ he heard Ohno calling his name.
But it was impossible, he thought. In his sleep, he cried.
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Extra note not related to the fic: I'm fine. but please pray for me so that i just stop thinking too much. thanks girls :)
Lenght : Chapter
Author : ica_90
beta by : jtaytt (Thanks girl!!)
Pairing : Ohmiya (for 85% of the fic), Matsumiya (Friendship,in the next few chapters), Aimiya (Friendship, in the next few chapters), mostly friendship in this one for every other pair
Genre : Angst, Friendship, AU (because Nino quits Arashi, please advice if it’s not)
Rating : NC-17
Summary : Few weeks after Ohno rejected Nino’s confession, Nino decided to quit Arashi, making Ohno wonder if his rejection was the reason. But he has his own suspicions, and he wanted to know.
“You want freedom?”
Nino swore he hated himself as his memories of the day when everything started to fall apart replayed in his head. How did he fall into this deep dark life? He didn’t remember. He was supposed to be successful, to be popular, even though that was never his main objective when joining the industry.
Before he knew it, it just happened.
He never blamed anyone about everything that happened. It was his fault, all his.
That first meeting was supposed to be his fast track to success. It was, except, halfway, it turned into a life of sins.
“Sugimoto-san. Let me introduce you to the next spokeperson for your brand,”he took the man’s hand as he offered him a handshake, despite how he could see a creepy smile on the 45 years old man’s face.
“I’m Ninomiya Ka-,” he never managed to finish his words when he was pulled towards the guy who then whispered into his ear.
“Please me, and you will have your fortune in a blink of an eye,” the man said in a sneaky calculative tone.
He should have known that he would ruin his life the day he signed that contract. It was fine for the first few months, but everything turned into a mess afterwards.
It happened after 5 months Arashi had debuted. His contract with the brand was still ongoing and he was invited to a party organized by the company he modeled for. A celebration party they said, but Nino should have guessed; from that moment when everyone cheered as he walked into the place, and when he was pushed to into the seat next to Sugimoto-san, that it was the time he was going to lose his dignity.
It felt weird, his teenage body was actually responding to the man’s touch. His head felt dizzy after the few glasses of drinks they poured for him. Before he knew it, he was snuggling closer to the old man, letting the man slipped his hand into his pants, stroking his half hard dick through his subconscious. He couldn’t remember what happened next, but the next day when he woke up naked in a strange room, with a video tape left on the table in the room, he knew he had messed up.
He was disgusted. He felt used. Every single day that passed since the day was hell. He was threaten to keep pleasing the man or his secret would be exposed. Sugimoto warned him never to let anyone know about it or he’ll ruined the group that he just debuted with. God, he never cared about the group. But there were people who cared about it, someone like Jun, or Sho, or Aiba, or Ohno, they would hate him. People would hate him and that stopped him from telling anyone.
He had been living in this hell for the past eighteen years. 18 years of torture and then one day he realized how deep he was falling for Ohno. God, he wanted the man to look at him and love him back. And every single day, the feeling grew and it hurt him to see Ohno fell in love with some girls. That hurt more than being fucked forcefully by the one who treated him no better than a slave.
He wanted Ohno. But every single time he thought of telling that guy about his feelings, he felt scared. He was not a good person. He was a sinful, dirty, disgusting guy who let himself be used for the sake of his own pride. Ohno might not know about his secret right now, but surely one day he would find out and once he knew, things would never be the same again. Their friendship would be forgotten and he was sure that Ohno would look at him in disgust. Just like how Sugimoto’s bodyguard was throwing him this disgusting look every time he was called to fulfil the man’s lust.
But fifteen years wasn’t a short time. There were times when Ohno finally got a new girlfriend and he made it clear to Nino that whatever fanservice they were doing needed to stop because he was planning to have a proper life with the woman he loved.
God, he wanted to die then. He had told himself to forget his feelings for Ohno so many times and he thought he did. He thought he could.
But he was there with Ohno when the man had his break ups. He was there to support the man. It was during those times he finally realized; his feeling for Ohno never stopped. He was still in love with the man and seeing Ohno hurt was hurting him as well.
“I- I love him, Sugimoto-san,” he winced, feeling the slow intrusion into his half-prepared hole. Sugimoto loved that, torturing him slowly, painfully before he used him roughly until his strength abandoned him by the end of the night.
He heard Sugimoto chuckled behind him.
“You love him, huh?” he said, pulling out before thrusting him again making Nino groaned painfully. “You want freedom? From me?”
He hissed, as the old man started to fuck him, hard, showing the anger he was feeling with every thrust he made.
“Yes,” Nino panted hard between each thrust. “I want to begin a new life.”
Sugimoto stopped. He leaned in, their body met as he trailed wet kisses against Nino’s body, before he whispered into Nino’s ears.
“Did he know that you love him?” Nino shook his head. The old man laughed, not asking any other question as he fucked him hard again, enjoying Nino’s painful moans and screams against the pillow. He made him come again and again until the young guy was totally wasted, falling flat on the mattress.
“Tell him,” Sugimoto said, trailing his fingers down the man’s back. “Until you tell him, you are mine. If he loves you in return, I will let you go. But if he doesn’t- “
He could feel the man moving away from the bed. Nino could feel the man smirking as he was about to leave the room.
“If he doesn’t, Nino, you will officially be my slave,”
“What if I refuse?” Nino asked but the man noticed how shaky his voice was.
“I’ll leak your secret. Can you imagine what will happen to your beloved group? Friends? They’ll hate you for sure.”
That was two years ago. Two years of trying to find his courage to confessed to Ohno. Two years of hell almost every night. He would let himself be fucked by the old guy because he was too afraid to confess. But when he finally did, it didn’t turn out the way he was hoping.
No, he could never blame Ohno for it. Ohno had told him before. He wanted to have a life with a woman. A woman. Not a guy like him! He should have expected it. Yet, why was he hoping for the impossible?
Tonight was just like 18 years ago. He walked into the club, hearing the cheers from the people who was there celebrating the old man’s 60th birthday. He was dying on the inside, his mind was empty. All he wanted to do was to run away. But if he did, it would be risky to the people who he loved. Them. Arashi. Sugimoto was capable of doing things beyond what he could imagine to them. All he wanted to do was to keep them safe. That was the least he could do.
He surrendered to his fate. People was calling him the prince, but he was just Sugimoto’s slave. He walked towards his master, taking a seat next to him, ignoring how the people around him snickering, laughing sarcastically as they watched the old man touching him as he pleased.
“You don’t look happy, Nino,” Sugimoto said, pulling him closer before kissing him on his cheek.
“I’m sorry, Sugi- “
“It’s master, right?” a stinging pain was felt on his cheek when the old man slapped him. “6 months didn’t teach you anything huh? Shall I make them teach you again tonight?” the question sent shivers down his spine. His mind remembered how he was tortured, forced to devote his life, his soul for the old man. Hours of torture with various things inserted into his hole, denying his needs; he didn’t want to experience that again.
He knew where this was leading him to. He took the drink the man gave him, hoping for the night to end as soon as possible. He wanted to forget. He wanted to get drunk and to forget. No one was going to save him. All he could do was to surrender.
He felt his body grew hot and at the same time he could feel the old man slipping an ice cube into his pants. He could feel the coldness slipping down his ass, making him uncomfortable in his seat. His manhood was definitely reacting to the man’s touch, against his pants, grabbing his covered cock as wet kisses trailed along his jawline.
“Matsumoto-kun loves this, right? Your jawline. Man, he declared liking what's mine on National television. How sweet!” Sugimoto said, slipping another piece of ice cube into his pants while kissing him, making Nino to squirm on his seat.“Too bad. This belongs to me now. This and your everything.”
The words were piercing him deeply, hurting his already damaged soul. God, there was no turning back. He had already put his life in this guy’s hand eighteen years ago. He had nowhere to run, no one to turn to.
Slowly, his senses began to drift off. All he needed to do is to please. His breaths were uneven, and even just by hearing the old man’s laughs turned him on. He let the man to pull him closed, forcing a kiss on his lips, slipping his tongue into his mouth. At this point, he didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t that bad being Sugimoto’s slave, his mind screamed at him.
“Good boy, Nino,” amidst the noise, he heard the man pulled down his zipper. “For my birthday present, Nino, you will suck me,”
He didn’t say a word. He had been doing this all the time for the past six months since he quitted Arashi. Perhaps, the effect of the drugs they added to his drink had made it like this. He chuckled, before he found himself kneeling in front of the old guy, his half hard dick was just a few inches away from his mouth. He heard people cheering, and that excited him somehow even though he never truly understood why.
But before he could start, someone yanked him away from his position. All of sudden, he felt like his burden being taken away from him. He felt safe in this person’s embrace. Somehow, he snuggled even closer to the new person, sniffing in the familiar scent that he had been missing so terribly.
It’s impossible, he thought. With his eyes closed, he started crying. God, he felt so weak.
“What are you trying to do?” God, he even sounded like Ohno.
But Ohno had never sounded this angry. He was always calm. But this guy who was holding him, sounded like he’s gonna commit murder any second from now.
“You’re too late,” he heard Sugimoto chuckled. “He is already - “
“WHAT?” Another familiar voice caught Nino’s ears. “Became your slave?
Slowly he opened his eyes, just a second before he saw Sugimoto being punched hard by a guy. “This, for doing him all you pleased!”
He didn’t know what happened next, but he felt being carried away, and everything just went silent as he was driven off, away from the club.
“Nino-“ he heard Ohno calling his name.
But it was impossible, he thought. In his sleep, he cried.
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Extra note not related to the fic: I'm fine. but please pray for me so that i just stop thinking too much. thanks girls :)