[Multi-chapter] Blood on blood (8/12)
Title: Blood on blood
Author: tsuchi8562
Beta: xxdaviexx Thanks!
Pairing: SakurAiba, JunBa
Genre: AU, Romance, angst
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own only the plot, boys belong to JE.
*MASTERPOST*
Aiba was in the kitchen washing the dishes when Sakurai came in with some sort of portfolio in his hand and worry written on his beautiful face. Masaki was aware that all the events taking place had been his fault because he had always being a failure at hiding his feelings well. Every single night, after spending time with Matsumoto, Aiba felt dirty and extremely guilty. Remembering that his nocturnal rendezvous had a purpose-to protect his beloved man-gave him a bit of strength to bear everything that was happening to him. Regardless of this, the bartender still needed to release his pain once in a while, so he cried. He tried to hide his tears, but Sho almost immediately noticed his puffy eyes and wet pillow. As expected, the newscaster was asking many questions once more. After this, the taller man made a promise to himself: to become stronger and capable of enduring pain without exposure. This objective, of course, would be proven difficult to fulfill.
The newscaster sat at the stool near the sink and remained silent. He didn’t know how to ask the question that was bugging him and sighed a couple of times.
- What’s wrong, Sakur… Sho-chan?
- You're still forgetting to call me by my name, right?
- I’m sorry…
- Don’t be. It’s cute in a way. Masaki - Sho asked after a few terrifying seconds of silence - do you know this man?
Sakurai showed his lover a picture of the politician and waited impatiently for an answer. The bartender looked at the photograph, shook his head with countenance, and resumed the washing. The older man wasn’t surprised. He knew that Ninomiya was not an honest person, so the veracity of his statement could be nothing more than a playful bluff.
- Who is it? - A beloved voice brought him back to reality.
- Oh… Nobody important... It’s Tsukamoto Takuya, an important politician from Chiba. - Sakurai didn’t manage to bite his tongue before saying the name of the city. He looked at Aiba and noticed that the younger man was washing the knife very roughly until it finally marked his hand and left a red cut between his thumb and index fingers. Sho stood up quickly and, without thinking, took Masaki's hand and started to suck the wound, feeling the metallic taste of blood. It was the kind of intimate and erotic experience that tightened a bond like theirs. The newscaster continued to lick the wound until he made sure that the red liquid had stopped flowing.
- I’m sorry, Masaki. I shouldn’t have…
- It’s OK. I didn’t know that the mere mention of that city still had such an influence on me. Sho-chan...
- Yes?
- Can you… hold me? - Aiba asked shyly. He always used the same tone of voice when he asked for a small touch or kiss. It sounded as if he were scared or ashamed to ask for such a manifestation of affection which startled Sakurai. Even with such worry, the newscaster smiled and embraced his lover as if nothing was different among them, holding him tight while caressing his hair like he always did.
- I love you, Sho-chan… - The bartender whispered straight into the newscaster’s ear with a breaking voice. He didn’t want to cry, but tears seemed to flow by themselves like an unstoppable river. Upon hearing Aiba’s sniffing, Sakurai hugged him tighter and tried to calm him down. After a long while, the taller man gently pushed his lover away and asked:
- Why did you ask me about that man?
- No reason…
- Don’t lie. I can tell when you are hiding something from me. If you want to keep your reasons to yourself, just say so. I will understand.
- I received several documents that had to do with an event that took place in the Moratorium some time ago. And, because that particular city was mentioned in those articles, I asked you about it even though I knew better than asking a thing that would make you uncomfortable. That's all there is. Really...
- Which party were the attendees from? And who gave you those documents?
The newscaster frowned. Aiba was asking questions he didn’t want to answer. He should have predicted this. After seeing his boyfriend cry several minutes ago, he didn’t want to tell him about his conversation with Nino. It could only bring more suffering and tears, and he certainly didn’t want that. But Sakurai also knew that Masaki could be hiding information relevant to the understanding of this whole situation. If someone was eagerly trying to jeopardize their love, that person needed to be stopped whether it was Kazunari or someone else, truth or lie.
- Masaki… The next thing I will say in a while is serious although it is highly possible that it could be a lie. If it turns out to be true, I would like to prevent things that could hurt us both. Do you understand?
Aiba nodded and looked at Sakurai’s face with curiosity.
- I talked with Ninomiya Kazunari today. He is… Masaki? What happened? - Sho asked, scared and worried. The bartender turned as white as a sheet and had to sit down. Could it be that Sho already knew about the photos? Or, what is worse, had he found out about the deal with Jun?
- I know who he is… - The younger man answered quietly. - He is a bad human.
- Yes, he is… But are you OK? Should I continue?
- Yes, please… I’m fine…
- He brought me some papers and told me that somebody wanted to destroy our relationship. According to him, he couldn’t say much because his life had been threatened. He just handed the materials over to me and left. The only connection I could find between those documents and us was that city. That’s why I asked.
- I don’t know that man. Today was the first time I ever saw him in my life.
- That’s the thing I don’t understand. Personally, I don’t know that man either. I just heard about him. This doesn’t make any sense… - Sakurai rubbed his temples. He looked tired and worried.
- Did he show you any... other… pictures?
- Who?
- Nino…
- Oh, no… He only gave me those papers. Why do you ask?
- N-no reason… - Aiba felt relieved. Even if it was Jun who had those pictures, he couldn’t be sure with Kazunari. The photographer could have easily made some copies. Anyway, the situation was even more complicated now. Matsumoto obtained what he wanted: a sex toy three times a week for a period of five weeks. The photos remained hidden in an unknown place to Aiba, a safe place to the young actor. Masaki could only focus on getting these pictures back at the end of the deal. However, Ninomiya had started to warn Sakurai about this whole situation. But why? Did Kazunari suddenly had a conscience? Was he regretting what he had done? Impossible! Everybody knew that he was the kind of man that would even take a picture of his own mother in any kind of embarrassing situation if it meant money and fame. The question remained: what was the reason of this game? If the pictures were the sole interest, everything would have resolved by now. Nino would have simply given them to Sho and asked for money. There was another reason, the real reason, hidden somewhere else. The pair of lovers, however, was at a loss. None of them was able to find a way to start solving this mystery. Nevertheless, Aiba had a slight advantage over Sho: he could talk about these things with Matsumoto-the mastermind behind it all. More unexpected and over thrilling complications were taking place, but Masaki tried to see the positive side of things. He was holding on to the small hope of putting an end to everything once the deal was off.
~*~
Jun was lying on the bed watching some pictures. He smiled every time he looked at his cute victim’s face, full of hatred and pain. Those were photos from their first night. Later on, hate changed into indifference and this was the only thing that Matsumoto couldn’t stand. The actor did not particularly care about the situation. He just wanted to have fun and Masaki’s resistance was an important factor. He could easily demand only one month of those sexy escapades, but he had a better reason for choosing a longer period. That reason was Ninomiya. Every time he met with that guy, he felt strange. It was the same feeling he had felt at the beginning of his infatuation with Aiba. Although he still wanted to have sex with that yummy bartender, the initial desire was somewhat lost... all because of that sneaky little brat, his hands, his lips, and his flickering tongue. When the actor started to think about the photographer, he could feel warm chills running down his spine. Against his will, he felt aroused.
- Damn… - Jun cursed. Now, he was really glad that, in a few minutes, he would be receiving the presence of a certain guest. He was going to be able to release all the tension he felt in his body very soon. Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ringing. The young actor knew that it was Masaki knocking at the door. However, he had told the bartender a couple of times before that he did not need to report himself and could enter freely to his domain. Aiba’s reluctance to act familiar with Jun frustrated him.
- Come in… I have already told you that you don’t have to use the doorbell. Just get in…
- But I wanted to. - Masaki sat on the bed and took off his T-shirt.
- You’re quick today…
- I want to get this over with as soon as possible.
Jun looked at him carefully. Even if he knew that body quite well, he still liked to observe every move the bartender’s muscles made. He found that quite erotic and sexy. Immediately, another wave of desire ran throughout his entire body. Matsumoto touched Aiba’s chest gently at first, increasing the strength after each second. The taller man remained calm and did not move as always. This time, though, he did something surprising: he talked.
- Matsumoto-san… Are you the only person that has the photos?
- As far as I know, yes... - The actor answered the question between kisses he was leaving on Masaki’s naked torso.
- Is it possible that Ninomiya could have some copies?
The younger man stopped his journey around the bartender’s body and looked at him with a small sign of astonishment. Why had Aiba mentioned that name?! This only brought Jun more excitement and a greater desire to act as roughly as possible today because he could not act this way with Kazunari.
- I don’t know. Now, let’s stop talking about it and have some fun. - Matsumoto found the way to the edge of Masaki’s jeans and started to unzip them. He didn’t allow Aiba to finish his interrogation because he threw him on the bed and begun to kiss his most sensitive parts. The feeling was just too good, so the actor allowed himself to be more and more brutal, leaving red marks all over Aiba’s body. While his body was being invaded, all Masaki could think of was getting exposed in front of Sho. The bruises would be harder to hide this time, so he would have to lie... as if he had never lied to his lover before.
As always, Aiba used these moments to deepen his theories and ideas regarding this entire situation. This time, he had to add Nino’s warning to the list and try to make sense of it. It was obvious that the paparazzo knew about Masaki and Jun. His attempt to involve Sho in this affair demonstrated that he was well aware of his relationship to the actor. Aiba perfectly knew that Nino’s intentions to reveal everything served a negative purpose. Nevertheless, on this occasion, he had the feeling that the photographer simply wanted to spoil Matsumoto’s plan. It almost seemed like Kazunari was trying to separate Jun from him. Could Ninomiya have developed affection for the young actor? It was possible, yet the bartender couldn’t believe that such a heartless person could have the word ‘love’ inserted somewhere inside his personal dictionary. Thus, he decided to exclude this possibility from the photographer’s reasons to expose everything. There must have been a better explanation, a better reason. But which one exactly? Simple desire could not be an option simply because it was hard to imagine two troublemakers getting submerged in such an intimate situation. Blackmailing for emotional purposes was not it. If so, Matsumoto would not feel inclined to force him into a sexual relationship he despised so much. If there was such a thing as jealousy, where was it coming from when going to bed with other people came natural to them both? This train of though was suddenly interrupted by another query: who could possibly want to kill Nino?
Regardless of his caliginous methods, Matsumoto was not a murderer. He was selfish and cruel, but he was fearful of authorities. It was clear that a third person was behind it all. There was someone else out there who wanted to destroy Sho badly. Who could that person possibly be? The bartender didn’t have a clue and wasn’t even familiar with Sakurai’s enemies. He had known him for only a short amount of time, and their relationship had not progressed into a confidential state. There were still many things left unsaid and unknown among them.
The trend of Masaki’s thoughts was interrupted by a wave of excruciating pain he was feeling in the lower part of his body. This pain was a sign of liberation; the horror would end soon enough. Just when Aiba started to relax and feel relieved, the time pain was becoming stronger and more intense than before. It was spreading all over, ending up at his throat that was being squashed by Jun’s hands. It seemed as time had stopped. Everything was fading and Aiba seriously believed that this would be the end. The bartender couldn’t breathe, so he started to struggle. At this act of revelry, Jun tightened his grip and became even more active and aggressive. After a few minutes, which seemed never ending and when the taller man had become ascertained of his strangulation, Aiba lost consciousness and Matsumoto released his grip freeing the young bartender from anymore suffering.
The younger man was tired and breathing heavily, yet he was fully satisfied. He regretted that Ninomiya couldn’t have been there to take some pictures this time. Jun stood up and walked towards the window. He was feeling hot and thirsty, so he drank some water and, with smile on his face, said:
- It was the best fucking ever. Ne, Aiba-chan?
Masaki put a hand on his throat and gently rubbed it. That cruel man almost killed him! The bartender was mad. He could understand that his body was just a measure of payment, but nobody mentioned murder attempts. With anger hidden in his eyes, he walked toward Matsumoto and hit him in the stomach with his fist.
- Don’t ever dare doing that to me again!
The actor was about to throw himself at his forced lover, but he decided to let it go. He would find another opportunity to avenge himself. Meanwhile, he was enjoying this sweet fatigue despite of the pain he was feeling. Suddenly, he remembered about Aiba’s interrogation regarding Ninomiya.
- What was that all about? Why were you asking so many questions about that stingy mosquito?
- Never mind… - Masaki growled while dressing up. It was quite difficult because his ribs hurt and he still couldn’t breathe properly.
- Come on! Tell me. I’m curious…
The bartender froze for a tiny bit. Should he say something about Nino and Sakurai’s meeting? Could it bring anything good? Aiba could not stop thinking that this revelation could help threaten Matsumoto. If it was true that Kazunari had copies of those photos, Jun would have to focus on his new rival and, thus, leave Masaki alone. This could put an end to all the humiliation and terrifying nights he was confined to on a damned bed, no more disgusting and hurtful touching, no more betrayal…
- Ninomiya-san talked to Sho-chan today.
Jun chugged with furiousness, grabbed a big paperweight made of glass, and threw it with all his might against the wall. What was that shorty thinking? Was he stupid? He was putting their lives on the line by approaching Sakurai. Idiot!
- What did they talk about? - The actor whispered while clenching his teeth.
- I don’t know. That’s why I asked about the existence of another set of copies. I’ll go now… - Aiba quickly left the apartment, shutting the door behind him loudly. He succeeded to sow seeds of uncertainty in the younger man’s mind. Now, he could only wait and see if his revelation had the effects he was looking for.
With those thoughts, Aiba crawled his body back to Sakurai’s home-his home-in the most disgusting and remorseful of manners.