[Fic] Fright
Title : [Fic] Fright
Author : Jadey
Rating : R
Pairing : Ohmiya / Sakumoto
Word count : around 1700 words
Summary : Vampire AU. Sho and Ohno are vampires in search of their mates. Sort of.
Note : and this is the continuation of the last part posted several moons ago (sorry!)
It was difficult to force himself away from Ohno, especially since Ohno had spent the better part of the hour fucking the shit out of him as if Ohno had an endless reservoir of energy. Nino wondered if that was the case, but couldn’t bring himself to put much thought about it since he’d been clawing the sheets at the time, begging Ohno to fuck him harder, deeper. He couldn’t even remember how many times he came, how many times he’d begged until Ohno decided he’d had enough.
Two and a half hours later, Ohno’s friends came back with food, like they promised, amused at the way he’d been literally carried out by Ohno from Ohno’s bedroom to the kitchen, limp and sated, arms comfortably loose around Ohno’s neck.
“Oh good, you’re still breathing,” Matsumoto pipes up from his spot near the door, Sakurai standing next to him. “I was worried he’d accidentally killed you by now.”
Ohno’s answer to this is a mere pout as Ohno sits down on the chair, perching Nino on his lap.
“I told you I wouldn’t,” says Ohno, rearranging Nino around till Nino ends up facing the table. He smells the hamburger before he even sees it, mouth watering at the same time he realizes it is there.
His stomach growls as if on cue and Ohno chuckles fondly into the back of his head, one hand going around him to take the burger from the table and handing it over to Nino.
“Eat,” says Ohno, and Nino hesitates only for a second before he grabs the hamburger two-handedly and takes a huge bite, moaning blissfully around his mouthful.
+
They’ve migrated to the living room some minutes later, Nino still attached to Ohno’s side like a limpet. He’s sore in all the places that count but it’s the tolerable kind, especially since Ohno’s been taking good care of him as if he’s not even aware he’s doing it.
Nino kind of likes it, to be honest.
“So, we’re still working tonight, right?” starts Matsumoto, giving Ohno a meaningful look; Sakurai does too, mouth moving as if he wants to say something but wonders if he’s allowed.
“Yeah, we have to,” Sakurai agrees, though he sounds a little unsure himself. “The meeting can’t be rescheduled anymore, I’m afraid. But it’s okay if Satoshi-kun -“
“Will you be okay?” asks Ohno, effectively cutting Sakurai off. “We still don’t know what we’re dealing with and I’m not comfortable with letting you guys go there without me.”
“We’ll manage,” says Matsumoto, “I mean, if anything goes wrong, I’ll just make sure to throw Sho-kun away as quickly as I can.”
“No, I’ll go,” says Ohno, even though the tone of his voice is weary, a little forced, as his hold tightens around Nino as if on autopilot. Nino turns on his lap, fingers already reaching for Ohno’s face before he even realizes it.
“I should, too,” he says, though it’s difficult to mean it when there’s this un-ignorable ache already throbbing away in his chest with just the mere thought of being away from Ohno, even for one second. “It’s…you’ll call me, right?” he asks, unsure and equally-embarrassed knowing that he’s acting like a clingy girl friend in front of Ohno’s friends.
“Wait, do we have each other’s numbers already? I don’t think we have, wait,” he panics, already reaching down to find his phone. It’s not there.
Ohno’s other hand worms to the back of Nino’s head, fingers sliding through his hair as Ohno guides his face down, pressing their foreheads together.
“Shh, Kazu, calm down,” breathes Ohno, thumb stroking Nino’s cheek softly. “It’s fine, you don’t have to go. We’ll be back before sunset anyway so -“
“We can’t leave him here alone, Ohno-san, you know that,” Matsumoto butts in, obviously reminding Ohno; Ohno groans inwardly, miserably, and Nino feels it acutely.
“So taking him with us is out of the question, I suppose?” asks Ohno, “Sho-kun?”
“He’s human,” Sho says, sounding like he’s not even sure why Ohno is even asking him, as if it’s so obvious. “He can’t protect himself and neither could we if things start to get ugly,” adds Sho, before he follows it with a genuinely apologetic-sounding, “I’m sorry, Satoshi-kun.” Ohno heaves a sigh.
“You can…you can visit me,” he whispers, knowing for certain that it is equally hard for Ohno to leave, especially after the fact that they’ve just found each other. It’s difficult enough for Nino to let Ohno go but it is obvious that Ohno and his friends have an important job to do that they clearly couldn’t postpone. “Give me your number and I’ll mail you my address. You’re welcome to visit, anytime, Oh-chan.”
“Kazu,” breathes Ohno, mouth finding his with so little difficulty as Nino gives in to it, to the kiss, vaguely hearing Ohno’s friends mumble their excuse as Ohno kisses him, kisses him, kisses him.
+
Jun stops them with his outstretched arm before he and Sho even make it past the entrance.
“Jun, what’s wrong?” Sho asks; he already looks so anxious that it doesn’t help that his mate is acting like a skittish teenager holding a bazooka. It’s entirely hilarious if not for the fact that Ohno can feel the same lingering uneasiness vibrating across his skin.
“I don’t like this,” Jun says, his eyes too bright in the dark; Ohno can’t exactly blame him, his own senses are on edge ever since they’ve entered the supposedly forbidden hiddenway, his fingers itching to claw at something.
“It’s too…quiet,” Jun adds as he looks around. “I supposed it should be, given the fact that it’s past midnight but -“ he pauses, licks his lips and runs his other free hand through his hair. Ohno knows the gesture too well to interpret it as ‘Jun trying not to panic’ one. “I don’t know. It’s too late to back out now anyway, right?”
“We don’t have to do this tonight, if you think we’re not ready,” he offers, but the thought of scrapping all the work they did in the past several months in favor of doing some more research, and wild chases if they ended up not going through this tonight irritates him. “But we can’t know for sure if we’ll be able to follow their track if we leave now, and it sure won’t be fucking easy to avert our eyes to the trail of dead bodies they will surely leave behind if we let them get away this time. We might not have another chance like this again, and we won’t know how long we’d have to wait until we find them and kill them,” he says, then, “You decide.”
The look shared between Sho and Jun then is as meaningful as the determined curl settling at the corners of their lips. Ohno braces himself, follows the movement of Jun’s hand as Jun throws it forward with a smile.
Sho grunts something unintelligible under his breath but he, too, is throwing his hand over Jun’s as they both look at Ohno. Ohno grins and throws his own over Sho’s, curling his fingers around till he is clutching both Jun’s and Sho’s hand in his.
“Let’s do this?” he says.
Jun and Sho nod their heads in agreement. “Fuck, yeah.” They say in unison before they pull away. In seconds, they’re gone, leaving no trail behind them as they move in the shadows with ease, the months spent working on their plan the only thing they could think about.
+
He hasn’t been there for more than an hour when there is a knock on the door. Nino will never admit he ran so fast to get there, unlocking the door and barely able to mask his disappointment when he realizes that the person outside isn’t Ohno.
It’s a delivery guy, though, and he’s holding possibly the largest bouquet of black roses Nino’s ever seen in his life. Nino can’t exactly see his face; his cap is covering almost the top half of his face that Nino has to duck down to check him.
The guy moves the flowers that it effectively blocks the view before he is thrusting the bouquet into Nino’s hand and stepping back before Nino can even ask him.
“Flowers for Ninomiya-san,” he said, shoving the bouquet and leaving as quickly as he arrived. Nino is confused for a second until a familiar voice calls out from the opposite side of the hallway and taking Nino’s attention.
It is Ohno.
“Oh-chan!”
Ohno is immediately on him, grabbing the roses out of Nino’s hands and throwing it to the floor. Nino watches, confused, as Ohno reaches for him, arms twining around his waist and turning him around, pushing him towards the open door and hissing.
“Who gave you those?” Ohno grits, staring at the black roses lying on the floor, his arms still protectively wrapped around Nino. Nino can feel him shaking and Nino is certain it doesn’t have anything to do with how close they are together. This is something else, something more.
“It’s… there’s a delivery guy -“
Ohno is spouting curses under his breath and shifting Nino till he is backed against the wall, hissing, “I’m going to check, don’t move,” before he’s gone. It didn’t take him a minute before he is back, closing the door behind them and locking it, then pressing himself to Nino still leaning against the wall to kiss him.
“Oh-chan, what’s wrong?” Nino asks when Ohno pulls back just far enough for Nino to talk, and Nino swears he doesn’t like the way Ohno’s arms tighten around him in answer, or the way Ohno is obviously trying to distract him by kissing him hard.
“Oh-chan, you’re scaring me,” he says, pushing Ohno away with a hand against Ohno’s chest, mouth still tingling from Ohno’s kisses. Ohno’s eyes are shaded with something Nino can’t quite fathom, but the protective way Ohno is holding him states the obvious.
“They’ve found you now, Nino,” Ohno breathes, his voice shaking just the slightest bit, “they’ve found you and they made sure I know it just so I could brace myself. But I’m not letting them take you away, not now, never.” Ohno says, pulling Nino to him.
Then, with his lips pressed against Nino’s ear, Ohno whispers, “To do that, they’d have to kill me first,”
Author : Jadey
Rating : R
Pairing : Ohmiya / Sakumoto
Word count : around 1700 words
Summary : Vampire AU. Sho and Ohno are vampires in search of their mates. Sort of.
Note : and this is the continuation of the last part posted several moons ago (sorry!)
It was difficult to force himself away from Ohno, especially since Ohno had spent the better part of the hour fucking the shit out of him as if Ohno had an endless reservoir of energy. Nino wondered if that was the case, but couldn’t bring himself to put much thought about it since he’d been clawing the sheets at the time, begging Ohno to fuck him harder, deeper. He couldn’t even remember how many times he came, how many times he’d begged until Ohno decided he’d had enough.
Two and a half hours later, Ohno’s friends came back with food, like they promised, amused at the way he’d been literally carried out by Ohno from Ohno’s bedroom to the kitchen, limp and sated, arms comfortably loose around Ohno’s neck.
“Oh good, you’re still breathing,” Matsumoto pipes up from his spot near the door, Sakurai standing next to him. “I was worried he’d accidentally killed you by now.”
Ohno’s answer to this is a mere pout as Ohno sits down on the chair, perching Nino on his lap.
“I told you I wouldn’t,” says Ohno, rearranging Nino around till Nino ends up facing the table. He smells the hamburger before he even sees it, mouth watering at the same time he realizes it is there.
His stomach growls as if on cue and Ohno chuckles fondly into the back of his head, one hand going around him to take the burger from the table and handing it over to Nino.
“Eat,” says Ohno, and Nino hesitates only for a second before he grabs the hamburger two-handedly and takes a huge bite, moaning blissfully around his mouthful.
+
They’ve migrated to the living room some minutes later, Nino still attached to Ohno’s side like a limpet. He’s sore in all the places that count but it’s the tolerable kind, especially since Ohno’s been taking good care of him as if he’s not even aware he’s doing it.
Nino kind of likes it, to be honest.
“So, we’re still working tonight, right?” starts Matsumoto, giving Ohno a meaningful look; Sakurai does too, mouth moving as if he wants to say something but wonders if he’s allowed.
“Yeah, we have to,” Sakurai agrees, though he sounds a little unsure himself. “The meeting can’t be rescheduled anymore, I’m afraid. But it’s okay if Satoshi-kun -“
“Will you be okay?” asks Ohno, effectively cutting Sakurai off. “We still don’t know what we’re dealing with and I’m not comfortable with letting you guys go there without me.”
“We’ll manage,” says Matsumoto, “I mean, if anything goes wrong, I’ll just make sure to throw Sho-kun away as quickly as I can.”
“No, I’ll go,” says Ohno, even though the tone of his voice is weary, a little forced, as his hold tightens around Nino as if on autopilot. Nino turns on his lap, fingers already reaching for Ohno’s face before he even realizes it.
“I should, too,” he says, though it’s difficult to mean it when there’s this un-ignorable ache already throbbing away in his chest with just the mere thought of being away from Ohno, even for one second. “It’s…you’ll call me, right?” he asks, unsure and equally-embarrassed knowing that he’s acting like a clingy girl friend in front of Ohno’s friends.
“Wait, do we have each other’s numbers already? I don’t think we have, wait,” he panics, already reaching down to find his phone. It’s not there.
Ohno’s other hand worms to the back of Nino’s head, fingers sliding through his hair as Ohno guides his face down, pressing their foreheads together.
“Shh, Kazu, calm down,” breathes Ohno, thumb stroking Nino’s cheek softly. “It’s fine, you don’t have to go. We’ll be back before sunset anyway so -“
“We can’t leave him here alone, Ohno-san, you know that,” Matsumoto butts in, obviously reminding Ohno; Ohno groans inwardly, miserably, and Nino feels it acutely.
“So taking him with us is out of the question, I suppose?” asks Ohno, “Sho-kun?”
“He’s human,” Sho says, sounding like he’s not even sure why Ohno is even asking him, as if it’s so obvious. “He can’t protect himself and neither could we if things start to get ugly,” adds Sho, before he follows it with a genuinely apologetic-sounding, “I’m sorry, Satoshi-kun.” Ohno heaves a sigh.
“You can…you can visit me,” he whispers, knowing for certain that it is equally hard for Ohno to leave, especially after the fact that they’ve just found each other. It’s difficult enough for Nino to let Ohno go but it is obvious that Ohno and his friends have an important job to do that they clearly couldn’t postpone. “Give me your number and I’ll mail you my address. You’re welcome to visit, anytime, Oh-chan.”
“Kazu,” breathes Ohno, mouth finding his with so little difficulty as Nino gives in to it, to the kiss, vaguely hearing Ohno’s friends mumble their excuse as Ohno kisses him, kisses him, kisses him.
+
Jun stops them with his outstretched arm before he and Sho even make it past the entrance.
“Jun, what’s wrong?” Sho asks; he already looks so anxious that it doesn’t help that his mate is acting like a skittish teenager holding a bazooka. It’s entirely hilarious if not for the fact that Ohno can feel the same lingering uneasiness vibrating across his skin.
“I don’t like this,” Jun says, his eyes too bright in the dark; Ohno can’t exactly blame him, his own senses are on edge ever since they’ve entered the supposedly forbidden hiddenway, his fingers itching to claw at something.
“It’s too…quiet,” Jun adds as he looks around. “I supposed it should be, given the fact that it’s past midnight but -“ he pauses, licks his lips and runs his other free hand through his hair. Ohno knows the gesture too well to interpret it as ‘Jun trying not to panic’ one. “I don’t know. It’s too late to back out now anyway, right?”
“We don’t have to do this tonight, if you think we’re not ready,” he offers, but the thought of scrapping all the work they did in the past several months in favor of doing some more research, and wild chases if they ended up not going through this tonight irritates him. “But we can’t know for sure if we’ll be able to follow their track if we leave now, and it sure won’t be fucking easy to avert our eyes to the trail of dead bodies they will surely leave behind if we let them get away this time. We might not have another chance like this again, and we won’t know how long we’d have to wait until we find them and kill them,” he says, then, “You decide.”
The look shared between Sho and Jun then is as meaningful as the determined curl settling at the corners of their lips. Ohno braces himself, follows the movement of Jun’s hand as Jun throws it forward with a smile.
Sho grunts something unintelligible under his breath but he, too, is throwing his hand over Jun’s as they both look at Ohno. Ohno grins and throws his own over Sho’s, curling his fingers around till he is clutching both Jun’s and Sho’s hand in his.
“Let’s do this?” he says.
Jun and Sho nod their heads in agreement. “Fuck, yeah.” They say in unison before they pull away. In seconds, they’re gone, leaving no trail behind them as they move in the shadows with ease, the months spent working on their plan the only thing they could think about.
+
He hasn’t been there for more than an hour when there is a knock on the door. Nino will never admit he ran so fast to get there, unlocking the door and barely able to mask his disappointment when he realizes that the person outside isn’t Ohno.
It’s a delivery guy, though, and he’s holding possibly the largest bouquet of black roses Nino’s ever seen in his life. Nino can’t exactly see his face; his cap is covering almost the top half of his face that Nino has to duck down to check him.
The guy moves the flowers that it effectively blocks the view before he is thrusting the bouquet into Nino’s hand and stepping back before Nino can even ask him.
“Flowers for Ninomiya-san,” he said, shoving the bouquet and leaving as quickly as he arrived. Nino is confused for a second until a familiar voice calls out from the opposite side of the hallway and taking Nino’s attention.
It is Ohno.
“Oh-chan!”
Ohno is immediately on him, grabbing the roses out of Nino’s hands and throwing it to the floor. Nino watches, confused, as Ohno reaches for him, arms twining around his waist and turning him around, pushing him towards the open door and hissing.
“Who gave you those?” Ohno grits, staring at the black roses lying on the floor, his arms still protectively wrapped around Nino. Nino can feel him shaking and Nino is certain it doesn’t have anything to do with how close they are together. This is something else, something more.
“It’s… there’s a delivery guy -“
Ohno is spouting curses under his breath and shifting Nino till he is backed against the wall, hissing, “I’m going to check, don’t move,” before he’s gone. It didn’t take him a minute before he is back, closing the door behind them and locking it, then pressing himself to Nino still leaning against the wall to kiss him.
“Oh-chan, what’s wrong?” Nino asks when Ohno pulls back just far enough for Nino to talk, and Nino swears he doesn’t like the way Ohno’s arms tighten around him in answer, or the way Ohno is obviously trying to distract him by kissing him hard.
“Oh-chan, you’re scaring me,” he says, pushing Ohno away with a hand against Ohno’s chest, mouth still tingling from Ohno’s kisses. Ohno’s eyes are shaded with something Nino can’t quite fathom, but the protective way Ohno is holding him states the obvious.
“They’ve found you now, Nino,” Ohno breathes, his voice shaking just the slightest bit, “they’ve found you and they made sure I know it just so I could brace myself. But I’m not letting them take you away, not now, never.” Ohno says, pulling Nino to him.
Then, with his lips pressed against Nino’s ear, Ohno whispers, “To do that, they’d have to kill me first,”