Fic: Den of Thieves, Arashi RPF, Part 3
Title: Den of Thieves
Fandom: Arashi RPF
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Den of Thieves: Part Three
He stays out of the apartment the next afternoon, and notices that when he gets back, there are slight - very slight - indicators of someone having been there. Nothing an unobservant person would catch, but Jun is trained to notice everything and catalogue it, file it away, and so he looks around, and then sighs and goes to find the main breaker for the apartment.
Once he's satisfied that his apartment is no longer bugged - and Detective Ninomiya had been true to his word, since Jun's gadgets pick up neither wireless transfers nor electric signals - he puts the power back on, draws himself a bath, and calls Ohno on his burn phone.
"I think we're in the clear," Jun says, when Ohno picks up.
"I'll be by later in the week to discuss," is the answer, and then he gets unceremoniously hung up on.
Ohno doesn't like speaking on the phone, Jun has learned.
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The first job they'd actually set out to work together had gone off without a hitch. So had the next few. The fifth, not so much, mostly on account of Sho.
Jun and Sho had been dating, and Jun had been trying to figure out how to fit Sho into his life, while Sho was probably thinking the same thing. That kind of thing never leads anywhere good, but Jun had yet to learn that at the time.
There had been a lot of texting. Sho was a journalist, and he always wanted facts; wasn't satisfied with vague answers, and kept treating Jun a little like an interview subject. Jun knows now that Sho had been intrigued, and also probably slightly scared of what he'd gotten himself into, but at the time, it had been a massive inconvenience not to be able to just send something like: "Spending the evening catching up with an old friend! Good luck at work, Sho-chan <3"
Sho wanted to know which friend, from when and where, where they were and what they were doing to catch up, and he was trained at catching people in lies. It was only slightly less stressful than dating a cop would have been.
And once Jun finally decided on honesty and admitted that he was planning a job with Ohno, Sho had actually gotten worse, wanting to know who Ohno was, what his specialty was, why he hadn't heard of him before, what they'd be doing, when, and how, and if it'd be dangerous.
Jun had been annoyed, and finally told Sho to stop asking, which, in hindsight, had been the beginning of the end between them, but Ohno had been incredibly mistrustful of the entire thing, not in the least of the phone calls that Jun tended to receive, late at night, once Sho was past all the deadlines for the day, and had all the next morning to come up with something brilliant.
Ohno didn't trust the phone, and he certainly hadn't been willing to trust anybody who asked such questions over the phone but wasn't willing to throw in their lot with them.
The next job after, Jun and Sho had been broken up, and the whole thing had gone off fairly well, with only minor hiccups.
Two jobs later, they'd met Hana Ishihara. When Jun had suggested bringing the matter to Sho, who by then had been making his name as a journalist, Ohno had sounded skeptical. Sho, once Jun had gotten both Ohno and Hana to agree, had been even more so, particularly because he'd been hearing from Jun for the first time in ten months, though he'd agreed to work the story in the end.
Ever since then, things had been slightly easier; Sho and him are on good speaking terms, Sho and Ohno no longer glare daggers at each other whenever they're in the same room, and Jun and Ohno have a system worked out for phone communication, where Ohno admits that it's unavoidable, and condescends to actually answer his phone every now and then, mostly for very short missives, follow up to be done later in person.
Not that Jun ever minds meeting Ohno in person.
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Ohno turns up on a Friday, just about when Jun was about to call him again and ask him if he's maybe split with Jun's cut. Not that he'd ever think Ohno would do such a thing, but they're both professional criminals and in those circles, even the people you trust the most can turn around and stab you in the back.
Jun has closed the bar, finished up the day's accounting, and locked the interior door behind himself on his way upstairs, and since the lights are off, he's not expecting Ohno's voice, coming out of the dark.
"Mr. Silao is very impressed with our efficiency," he says, making Jun jump and clutch at his chest in shock.
Ohno is so unassuming, ordinarily, that it's incredibly easy to forget the man is a professional cat burglar. Jun's apartment hardly presents a challenge for him.
"I hope he's paid us accordingly," Jun finally says, when he's gotten his breathing under control again.
Ohno half-smiles at him through the gloom. "He has," he says. "Check your bank balance." He points to a brand new iPhone handset on the table, and Jun makes a mental note to remember to toss his previous phone somewhere in the morning, and to figure out how precisely Ohno can pull things like untraceable iPhones out of seemingly thin air.
The phone is already on the log-in website of Jun's Swiss bank account, and when he gets through to the balance information, he breathes out softly, a little stunned. "Who is this man?" he asks softly. Mr. Silao is an associate of Ohno's, not his, and he wouldn't have agreed to take on the job if it weren't for his trust in Ohno.
"Someone we won't be doing any more jobs for," Ohno says softly. "I told him, and he agreed, that it is better for all of us if we don't create any more ties between ourselves. He said to think of the extra as a bonus."
"Some bonus," Jun says, still staring at the number on the screen.
There's a long silence before Ohno speaks again. "Congratulations on reaching your target," he says.
"I... thanks," Jun replies.
"You can retire, now," Ohno goes on. "That's what you told me you were going to do, ne? Buy an island?"
He sounds remarkably insincere, and Jun can feel a trickle of suspicion running down his back. He flicks on a lamp, so that he can see Ohno's face, where he's sitting on Jun's sofa - he thinks he maybe knows why Ohno came to the apartment, not to the bar, and why it took him so long.
"How much," Jun says, turning the phone around to display the bank balance to Ohno, "of this money was supposed to be yours?"
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"Yosh," Ohno says, reaching up towards the shelf where Jun keeps the really nice whisky.
"Maaaa, figures you'd have expensive taste," Jun laughs, leaning onto the bar with his elbows, barely keeping himself sitting on his stool.
Ohno grins back at him, looking devilish in the low light of the bar after closing. "Of course I have expensive taste," he says. "Criminals always do." He's atrociously sloppy in pouring them two glasses, but Jun doesn't comment.
"To a successful fourth job," he says, raising the glass to Ohno. "And to many more."
Ohno grins. "Fifth job," he says, clinking their glasses together. "And many more."
"I've got a lead on a possible heist," Jun says. "Jewelry exhibition. Gems are your favorite, ne?"
Ohno chuckles. "You haven't even started spending the take from our last job yet," he says, taking a drink from his glass.
"I don't spend," Jun replies. He trusts Ohno, by now - he's never worked with anyone he's trusted this much, before, and he thinks he can probably let Ohno in on the secret. "I save up. I want to have a pile of money and then retire. Buy an island in the Caribbean or something."
Ohno looks surprised, but interested. "What's your target?" he asks, curiously.
"I don't know," Jun says airily. "Twenty-five million yen? Should be enough for an island and a life of luxury."
Ohno is looking at him like he's gone mad. "And what, you're just going to... buy a new life? Leave?"
"My parents are dead, I've cut ties with almost everyone I used to know, and I'm a professional thief in my spare time," Jun says. "There's not exactly a lot of things keeping me here, are there?"
"But," Ohno says, and then hesitates before going on, "twenty-five million yen? You must be out of your head."
Jun smiles. "I am very, very good at my job."
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The lamp next to the sofa casts a soft glow over the living room. Ohno is sitting, lotus style, on the end nearest the window, and Jun suddenly realizes how he must've gotten in.
"Ohno," he says, "Satoshi. Answer me. How much?"
"Not much," Ohno finally says. Neither his voice nor his face is giving much away, except that, in and of itself, tells Jun something - Ohno hasn't hidden himself from Jun in years. "Just enough to get you above twenty-five. You were missing maybe half a million to reach your goal."
"You said it was a ridiculous one," Jun says.
"I didn't realize how much money we'd be pulling in once we really got going together," Ohno says. "But I'm happy for you. When we talked about it... it was something you wanted."
Jun turns off the phone. It's told him all he needs to know for tonight, and he'll get Ohno to tell him exactly how much he owes him later. "It was just an arbitrary number, Satoshi," he says quietly, putting the phone on the coffee table and taking a step forward.
"But it's enough. For what you wanted." Ohno doesn't budge.
"Do you want me to go?" Jun asks. "Is that it?"
"I want you to fulfill your dream," Ohno answers, stubbornly. He's still looking at Jun, and Jun is still not getting a proper read on him.
Jun sighs. "Dreams change," he says. "Maybe I don't want to go away anymore. Maybe I'm enjoying what I do now. Besides, I couldn't just up and leave anymore."
"Why not?" Ohno asks, and that's when Jun sees it - he's hopeful. It's gone in a split second, but he's a reader of people, and he'd had all his attention focused on Ohno.
"Because I've got people now," he says, taking another step closer. He's on the right track and he knows it. "People I wouldn't want to just leave."
He's standing practically over Ohno, now, and Ohno is looking up at him with a neutral expression, clearly waiting for whatever comes next. Jun smiles. "People for whom I'd happily buy a two-person island, when the time comes," he says gently.
He holds his hand out to Ohno who is looking surprised, looking at Jun like this is the last thing he expected, and Jun is so stupidly in love with him; he must be smiling like an idiot.
"Jun," Ohno starts, "I don't think you..."
He trails off, and looks up so their eyes meet. "I'm not sure you..." he tries again, but he's reaching up to take Jun's hand, and then Jun is yanking him up off the sofa and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss, and when their lips meet, it's everything Jun thought it would be and more; better than he's been imagining for years now.
"Ohno," Jun whispers, in between kisses down the man's jaw, "I'll pay you back in the morning, you idiot, but so help me..."
Ohno laughs, tilting his head to give Jun access to his neck and says, "Jun, it's only money, I don't give a shit..." He stops trying to talk when Jun bites down softly on his earlobe, shivering in Jun's arms. Jun tangles a hand in Ohno's soft hair and kisses him again, open mouthed and dirty, and isn't surprised when Ohno gives as good as he gets in return.
They stumble towards Jun's bedroom still kissing, unwilling to take their hands off each other, and they almost go down tripping over the rug in the hallway. Jun finally slams Ohno into the wall next to the bedroom, fumbling with the door, and Ohno laughs and laughs when Jun can't take his hands off him long enough to actually get the sliding door open.
He sounds delighted, and a little naughty, and Jun finally lets go enough to get the door open properly, pulling Ohno into the room behind him. Ohno is breathlessly trying to say something when Jun pulls him down into his bed, and he's got the other man's shirt halfway unbuttoned when he registers that Ohno is still trying to talk to him - though he's got his nimble hands already halfway down Jun's pants.
Ohno is lying on his back, hair haloing out around his head, and Jun stops to look at him. "Jun," Ohno whispers, "I would be happy to be on your island with you."
There's a heartbeat of silence before they both burst out laughing.
"Oh, oh," Jun moans, wiping tears from his eyes, once they're both laughed out, "Satoshi, you kill me sometimes." They're rumpled, lying on their backs in the bed, trying to catch their breath.
Ohno is still snickering next to him. "I'm sorry. I'm not very good at being serious. I can only be serious when I'm faking it."
"Then, by all means," Jun chuckles, levering himself up onto an elbow, so he can look down at Ohno, "never be serious."
Ohno smiles up at him, wide and genuine. "I promise," he says, and then Jun finds himself yanked down into a kiss, one of Ohno's hands in his hair and the other on his ass.
"Jesus, warn a guy," he mutters, when Ohno lets him go, but he's grinning like a loon, and moving so that he's in a better position to finish unbuttoning Ohno's shirt and kiss all that delicious skin he's revealing while he's at it.
"I will... oh... take that under advisement," Ohno sighs, and then moans when Jun finds a nipple with his lips.
"No lawyer-speak in bed," Jun says, and Ohno smiles at him as Jun sits back on his heels and pulls Ohno up into a sitting position so that he can push the shirt off his shoulders.
"Jun," Ohno groans when Jun pulls him closer, so that they're chest to chest, and Jun is sucking bruises into the tendons of Ohno's neck while Ohno pulls up Jun's t-shirt, until Jun has no choice but to let him pull it over his head, even if that means that he's got to stop kissing him.
Skin to skin is good, though, skin to skin is really good, he thinks, when Ohno arches his back and wraps his arms around Jun as they kiss, and there's nothing playful about this anymore; instead it's all intent and heat and want, so much want, and Jun has wanted this, imagined this, for so long.
"Satoshi," he groans, "I want... can I?"
His hands, without his conscious input, have been roving lower and lower on Ohno's back, until they're dipping below his waistband, and Ohno breathes out, into Jun's hair, and whispers, "Yes, yeah, anything," into the tendon of Jun's neck.
He lies down when Jun pushes him back onto the sheets, lips kiss-bruised and his eyes half-lidded, and Jun thinks, 'bedroom eyes' and smiles to himself. He kisses down Ohno's stomach as he unfastens his pants, and then Ohno is finally, gloriously naked beneath him, all sun-bronzed skin and lithe muscle.
"You're lovely," he whispers into the skin over Ohno's hipbone, trailing his lips down, until Ohno puts his hands Jun's hair and firmly directs him to where he wants him. He trembles when Jun licks the head of his cock, and his fingers in Jun's hair tighten, though not enough to hurt.
He gasps when Jun strokes a finger down his perineum, and further back, and his body twitches, clearly uncertain how to react to the touch. "Jun," he pants, "I... it's been a while, but I want."
"Okay," Jun says, when Ohno meets his eyes and clearly means it, "okay, I'll take care of you, I promise. There's a box behind you, there should be lube and condoms." He keeps his hands on Ohno's skin, fingers still stroking, and Ohno's hands shake when he passes down the supplies.
If it's been a while, Jun thinks, his best bet is probably distraction. He pours lube onto two fingers, and keeps stroking, not pressing in, just letting Ohno keep track, and then he bends down and takes Ohno's dick in his mouth. "Ah," Ohno moans, sounding a little surprised, his back arching up into Jun, and Jun uses the opportunity to press a fingertip inside him, eliciting another surprised moan.
"Oh fuck," Ohno moans, as Jun takes him in deep, and starts pressing further with his fingers, "oh, oh fuck," he sighs, and keeps going, keeping a running litany of obscenities and pleas as Jun prepares him, keeping him distracted and on edge with his mouth as he does it.
"Jun," he finally sighs, "Jun, I'm going to come if you don't, Jun, I want..." and sighs in disappointment when Jun pulls away.
"Easy," Jun breathes when he moves his legs restlessly, putting a hand on Ohno's hip. "Almost there."
He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, he's so turned on, and the sight of Ohno doesn't help: he's spread out on the bed, dusky skin and narrow limbs, his hair in disarray, eyes closed, fingers tangled in the bedclothes.
"Jun," he says, voice tight, "don't make me beg," and Jun thinks that there's an idea for another evening.
For now, it's almost a physical relief to finally take off his pants, and he bites his lip hard to not lose it when he smoothes a condom over his cock.
"Satoshi," he sighs, and Ohno opens his eyes to look at him, then reaches up a hand and pulls him down, spreading his legs, lifting his thigh up over Jun's hip.
"I want you," he says, "please," and it's not Jun pushing in so much as it's Ohno pulling. Then Ohno throws back his head and arches up, and Jun is all the way inside him, buried to the hilt, and it feels like an age that they stay that way, suspended breathlessly, until Ohno sighs and relaxes and Jun dares to move.
It's been so long since Jun has done this with anyone he really cares about, he's almost forgotten what it's like to pay so much attention to the other person. He'd forgotten how erotic it is; the sound of Ohno's breathing loud in his ears, the slight sting of the other man's fingernails digging into his back, the sound of skin on skin as Ohno arches up into him, and the moan when Jun finds his prostate.
"Oh fuck," he whines, "Jun," and Jun tightens his grip on Ohno's hips and tries for the same angle again. "Jun," he whines, "oh, I can't..." and when Jun balances himself on one hand and uses the other to jerk Ohno off, it only takes a few more seconds before Ohno is tensing, tossing his head on Jun's pillow and coming with a low moan, taking Jun with him.
He doesn't even try not to collapse on Satoshi, because he knows the other man can take his weight. Ohno's arms come up around Jun's shoulders, holding him tight as their breathing evens out and the sweat cools on their bodies.
"Am I crushing you?" he mumbles into Ohno's collarbone after a while.
"Yes," Ohno replies, and holds him closer.
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Jun wakes up alone the next morning, blinking when the sun shines directly into his eyes. He doesn't usually sleep with the curtains open - too many people in the surrounding buildings can see inside. But last night he'd been distracted, because of Ohno.
Ohno, who isn't in the bed with him. Ohno, who must have cleaned them up, a little, because Jun would be much more gross if he hadn't. His skin still feels clammy and his hair feels tangled, but mostly, Jun feels languid and relaxed - he'll track down Ohno, wherever he's gone off to, and drag him back into Jun's bed, because Jun has no intention of letting him go after this.
He needs a shower, his phone, and some coffee. Not in that order, though; coffee first. He pulls the sheets around himself and wanders towards the kitchen, intending to start the machine, only to find that he won't have to drag Ohno very far to get him back to bed, since the other man is sitting at Jun's kitchen table, reading yesterday's newspaper with a cup of coffee.
"Morning," he says, when looks up to see Jun in the doorway, then tilts his head towards the coffee maker, where a full pot is waiting. "Made you coffee."
"Oh," Jun says thoughtlessly, blearily - he's obviously undercaffeinated, since Ohno is wearing boxers and one of Jun's t-shirts, which means that his clothes must still be strewn over Jun's bedroom floor, and Jun should have noticed that - "oh, I love you."
Ohno looks up at him, sharply, and Jun thinks that maybe that was too soon - but he still needs the caffeine, especially if it was, and it's not like he's interested in taking it back.
Ohno's still looking at him, thoughtfully, when Jun sits down on the opposite side of the kitchen table with his cup of coffee.
"So," he finally says, when the silence has stretched well past uncomfortable. He stands up and comes around the table, putting his hands on Jun's shoulders and climbing into his lap, so that he's sitting on Jun's legs, their faces only inches apart, and Jun's sheet isn't covering him very much anymore. "You love me."
It's not a question, but Jun replies anyway. "Yes."
Ohno smiles at him. "And you're not retiring," he says.
"Not unless you want to," Jun replies.
Ohno leans in and kisses him, a long, slow, coffee-flavoured kiss, and Jun holds on to his waist and tries not to leave fingertip-shaped bruises behind, though he wants to. "Won't break," Ohno mutters against his lips, and Jun pulls him in, hard, one hand on Ohno's hips and one reaching up to tangle in his hair, kissing him until Ohno is making gasping little noises, his chest heaving, his legs around Jun's hips.
"I don't want to retire," he sighs, after Jun has slowed down a little, one hand stroking Ohno's back, still holding him tight against him. "But..." he says, and his eyes, when he looks up, are sparkling with mischief, "I think we deserve a break. Have you ever been to Monaco?"
Jun can't help it; he laughs, and then he pulls Ohno tighter against himself, standing up, and Ohno is laughing and demanding half-heartedly to be let down, though he's holding on to Jun, until Jun bends over the kitchen table, pushing him down until Ohno is lying back on the half-read newspaper. "No," he laughs, pulling Ohno's boxers off, leaning over him to kiss his collarbones, his shoulders, "I haven't ever been to Monaco," he says, pulling Ohno down the table so his ass is where he wants it, and Ohno gives him that devilish grin and hooks his legs around Jun's middle, pulling him closer.
They don't put any clothes on, that whole day.
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Three months later, Dubai, United Arab Emirates.
The desert landscape they can see out of the windows of the 39th floor ballroom seems to sparkle in the early-evening setting sun. Jun is standing next to a Mr. Fahroud, listening to Mr. Chen talk about economic projections for the next quarter, when there's a slight cough behind them.
"Could I offer you gentlemen some champagne?" asks Ohno, and Jun slides the magnetic key card he just lifted from Mr. Chen's wife out of his pocket, as he uses his other hand to pick up a flute.
"I would like to propose a toast," he starts, and watches Mr. Fahroud and Mr. Chen pick up glasses, "to our successful venture."
Ohno lifts the card out of Jun's left hand easily as he slides past with the tray, their fingers sliding together for barely a second, making Jun's heart miss a beat.
"Hear hear," Mr. Chen says, and they all drink.
From across the room, Ohno meets his eyes and grins, and Jun has to work to suppress his own smile.
Showtime.
-END
Fandom: Arashi RPF
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Den of Thieves: Part Three
He stays out of the apartment the next afternoon, and notices that when he gets back, there are slight - very slight - indicators of someone having been there. Nothing an unobservant person would catch, but Jun is trained to notice everything and catalogue it, file it away, and so he looks around, and then sighs and goes to find the main breaker for the apartment.
Once he's satisfied that his apartment is no longer bugged - and Detective Ninomiya had been true to his word, since Jun's gadgets pick up neither wireless transfers nor electric signals - he puts the power back on, draws himself a bath, and calls Ohno on his burn phone.
"I think we're in the clear," Jun says, when Ohno picks up.
"I'll be by later in the week to discuss," is the answer, and then he gets unceremoniously hung up on.
Ohno doesn't like speaking on the phone, Jun has learned.
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The first job they'd actually set out to work together had gone off without a hitch. So had the next few. The fifth, not so much, mostly on account of Sho.
Jun and Sho had been dating, and Jun had been trying to figure out how to fit Sho into his life, while Sho was probably thinking the same thing. That kind of thing never leads anywhere good, but Jun had yet to learn that at the time.
There had been a lot of texting. Sho was a journalist, and he always wanted facts; wasn't satisfied with vague answers, and kept treating Jun a little like an interview subject. Jun knows now that Sho had been intrigued, and also probably slightly scared of what he'd gotten himself into, but at the time, it had been a massive inconvenience not to be able to just send something like: "Spending the evening catching up with an old friend! Good luck at work, Sho-chan <3"
Sho wanted to know which friend, from when and where, where they were and what they were doing to catch up, and he was trained at catching people in lies. It was only slightly less stressful than dating a cop would have been.
And once Jun finally decided on honesty and admitted that he was planning a job with Ohno, Sho had actually gotten worse, wanting to know who Ohno was, what his specialty was, why he hadn't heard of him before, what they'd be doing, when, and how, and if it'd be dangerous.
Jun had been annoyed, and finally told Sho to stop asking, which, in hindsight, had been the beginning of the end between them, but Ohno had been incredibly mistrustful of the entire thing, not in the least of the phone calls that Jun tended to receive, late at night, once Sho was past all the deadlines for the day, and had all the next morning to come up with something brilliant.
Ohno didn't trust the phone, and he certainly hadn't been willing to trust anybody who asked such questions over the phone but wasn't willing to throw in their lot with them.
The next job after, Jun and Sho had been broken up, and the whole thing had gone off fairly well, with only minor hiccups.
Two jobs later, they'd met Hana Ishihara. When Jun had suggested bringing the matter to Sho, who by then had been making his name as a journalist, Ohno had sounded skeptical. Sho, once Jun had gotten both Ohno and Hana to agree, had been even more so, particularly because he'd been hearing from Jun for the first time in ten months, though he'd agreed to work the story in the end.
Ever since then, things had been slightly easier; Sho and him are on good speaking terms, Sho and Ohno no longer glare daggers at each other whenever they're in the same room, and Jun and Ohno have a system worked out for phone communication, where Ohno admits that it's unavoidable, and condescends to actually answer his phone every now and then, mostly for very short missives, follow up to be done later in person.
Not that Jun ever minds meeting Ohno in person.
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Ohno turns up on a Friday, just about when Jun was about to call him again and ask him if he's maybe split with Jun's cut. Not that he'd ever think Ohno would do such a thing, but they're both professional criminals and in those circles, even the people you trust the most can turn around and stab you in the back.
Jun has closed the bar, finished up the day's accounting, and locked the interior door behind himself on his way upstairs, and since the lights are off, he's not expecting Ohno's voice, coming out of the dark.
"Mr. Silao is very impressed with our efficiency," he says, making Jun jump and clutch at his chest in shock.
Ohno is so unassuming, ordinarily, that it's incredibly easy to forget the man is a professional cat burglar. Jun's apartment hardly presents a challenge for him.
"I hope he's paid us accordingly," Jun finally says, when he's gotten his breathing under control again.
Ohno half-smiles at him through the gloom. "He has," he says. "Check your bank balance." He points to a brand new iPhone handset on the table, and Jun makes a mental note to remember to toss his previous phone somewhere in the morning, and to figure out how precisely Ohno can pull things like untraceable iPhones out of seemingly thin air.
The phone is already on the log-in website of Jun's Swiss bank account, and when he gets through to the balance information, he breathes out softly, a little stunned. "Who is this man?" he asks softly. Mr. Silao is an associate of Ohno's, not his, and he wouldn't have agreed to take on the job if it weren't for his trust in Ohno.
"Someone we won't be doing any more jobs for," Ohno says softly. "I told him, and he agreed, that it is better for all of us if we don't create any more ties between ourselves. He said to think of the extra as a bonus."
"Some bonus," Jun says, still staring at the number on the screen.
There's a long silence before Ohno speaks again. "Congratulations on reaching your target," he says.
"I... thanks," Jun replies.
"You can retire, now," Ohno goes on. "That's what you told me you were going to do, ne? Buy an island?"
He sounds remarkably insincere, and Jun can feel a trickle of suspicion running down his back. He flicks on a lamp, so that he can see Ohno's face, where he's sitting on Jun's sofa - he thinks he maybe knows why Ohno came to the apartment, not to the bar, and why it took him so long.
"How much," Jun says, turning the phone around to display the bank balance to Ohno, "of this money was supposed to be yours?"
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"Yosh," Ohno says, reaching up towards the shelf where Jun keeps the really nice whisky.
"Maaaa, figures you'd have expensive taste," Jun laughs, leaning onto the bar with his elbows, barely keeping himself sitting on his stool.
Ohno grins back at him, looking devilish in the low light of the bar after closing. "Of course I have expensive taste," he says. "Criminals always do." He's atrociously sloppy in pouring them two glasses, but Jun doesn't comment.
"To a successful fourth job," he says, raising the glass to Ohno. "And to many more."
Ohno grins. "Fifth job," he says, clinking their glasses together. "And many more."
"I've got a lead on a possible heist," Jun says. "Jewelry exhibition. Gems are your favorite, ne?"
Ohno chuckles. "You haven't even started spending the take from our last job yet," he says, taking a drink from his glass.
"I don't spend," Jun replies. He trusts Ohno, by now - he's never worked with anyone he's trusted this much, before, and he thinks he can probably let Ohno in on the secret. "I save up. I want to have a pile of money and then retire. Buy an island in the Caribbean or something."
Ohno looks surprised, but interested. "What's your target?" he asks, curiously.
"I don't know," Jun says airily. "Twenty-five million yen? Should be enough for an island and a life of luxury."
Ohno is looking at him like he's gone mad. "And what, you're just going to... buy a new life? Leave?"
"My parents are dead, I've cut ties with almost everyone I used to know, and I'm a professional thief in my spare time," Jun says. "There's not exactly a lot of things keeping me here, are there?"
"But," Ohno says, and then hesitates before going on, "twenty-five million yen? You must be out of your head."
Jun smiles. "I am very, very good at my job."
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The lamp next to the sofa casts a soft glow over the living room. Ohno is sitting, lotus style, on the end nearest the window, and Jun suddenly realizes how he must've gotten in.
"Ohno," he says, "Satoshi. Answer me. How much?"
"Not much," Ohno finally says. Neither his voice nor his face is giving much away, except that, in and of itself, tells Jun something - Ohno hasn't hidden himself from Jun in years. "Just enough to get you above twenty-five. You were missing maybe half a million to reach your goal."
"You said it was a ridiculous one," Jun says.
"I didn't realize how much money we'd be pulling in once we really got going together," Ohno says. "But I'm happy for you. When we talked about it... it was something you wanted."
Jun turns off the phone. It's told him all he needs to know for tonight, and he'll get Ohno to tell him exactly how much he owes him later. "It was just an arbitrary number, Satoshi," he says quietly, putting the phone on the coffee table and taking a step forward.
"But it's enough. For what you wanted." Ohno doesn't budge.
"Do you want me to go?" Jun asks. "Is that it?"
"I want you to fulfill your dream," Ohno answers, stubbornly. He's still looking at Jun, and Jun is still not getting a proper read on him.
Jun sighs. "Dreams change," he says. "Maybe I don't want to go away anymore. Maybe I'm enjoying what I do now. Besides, I couldn't just up and leave anymore."
"Why not?" Ohno asks, and that's when Jun sees it - he's hopeful. It's gone in a split second, but he's a reader of people, and he'd had all his attention focused on Ohno.
"Because I've got people now," he says, taking another step closer. He's on the right track and he knows it. "People I wouldn't want to just leave."
He's standing practically over Ohno, now, and Ohno is looking up at him with a neutral expression, clearly waiting for whatever comes next. Jun smiles. "People for whom I'd happily buy a two-person island, when the time comes," he says gently.
He holds his hand out to Ohno who is looking surprised, looking at Jun like this is the last thing he expected, and Jun is so stupidly in love with him; he must be smiling like an idiot.
"Jun," Ohno starts, "I don't think you..."
He trails off, and looks up so their eyes meet. "I'm not sure you..." he tries again, but he's reaching up to take Jun's hand, and then Jun is yanking him up off the sofa and wrapping his arms around him, pulling him in for a kiss, and when their lips meet, it's everything Jun thought it would be and more; better than he's been imagining for years now.
"Ohno," Jun whispers, in between kisses down the man's jaw, "I'll pay you back in the morning, you idiot, but so help me..."
Ohno laughs, tilting his head to give Jun access to his neck and says, "Jun, it's only money, I don't give a shit..." He stops trying to talk when Jun bites down softly on his earlobe, shivering in Jun's arms. Jun tangles a hand in Ohno's soft hair and kisses him again, open mouthed and dirty, and isn't surprised when Ohno gives as good as he gets in return.
They stumble towards Jun's bedroom still kissing, unwilling to take their hands off each other, and they almost go down tripping over the rug in the hallway. Jun finally slams Ohno into the wall next to the bedroom, fumbling with the door, and Ohno laughs and laughs when Jun can't take his hands off him long enough to actually get the sliding door open.
He sounds delighted, and a little naughty, and Jun finally lets go enough to get the door open properly, pulling Ohno into the room behind him. Ohno is breathlessly trying to say something when Jun pulls him down into his bed, and he's got the other man's shirt halfway unbuttoned when he registers that Ohno is still trying to talk to him - though he's got his nimble hands already halfway down Jun's pants.
Ohno is lying on his back, hair haloing out around his head, and Jun stops to look at him. "Jun," Ohno whispers, "I would be happy to be on your island with you."
There's a heartbeat of silence before they both burst out laughing.
"Oh, oh," Jun moans, wiping tears from his eyes, once they're both laughed out, "Satoshi, you kill me sometimes." They're rumpled, lying on their backs in the bed, trying to catch their breath.
Ohno is still snickering next to him. "I'm sorry. I'm not very good at being serious. I can only be serious when I'm faking it."
"Then, by all means," Jun chuckles, levering himself up onto an elbow, so he can look down at Ohno, "never be serious."
Ohno smiles up at him, wide and genuine. "I promise," he says, and then Jun finds himself yanked down into a kiss, one of Ohno's hands in his hair and the other on his ass.
"Jesus, warn a guy," he mutters, when Ohno lets him go, but he's grinning like a loon, and moving so that he's in a better position to finish unbuttoning Ohno's shirt and kiss all that delicious skin he's revealing while he's at it.
"I will... oh... take that under advisement," Ohno sighs, and then moans when Jun finds a nipple with his lips.
"No lawyer-speak in bed," Jun says, and Ohno smiles at him as Jun sits back on his heels and pulls Ohno up into a sitting position so that he can push the shirt off his shoulders.
"Jun," Ohno groans when Jun pulls him closer, so that they're chest to chest, and Jun is sucking bruises into the tendons of Ohno's neck while Ohno pulls up Jun's t-shirt, until Jun has no choice but to let him pull it over his head, even if that means that he's got to stop kissing him.
Skin to skin is good, though, skin to skin is really good, he thinks, when Ohno arches his back and wraps his arms around Jun as they kiss, and there's nothing playful about this anymore; instead it's all intent and heat and want, so much want, and Jun has wanted this, imagined this, for so long.
"Satoshi," he groans, "I want... can I?"
His hands, without his conscious input, have been roving lower and lower on Ohno's back, until they're dipping below his waistband, and Ohno breathes out, into Jun's hair, and whispers, "Yes, yeah, anything," into the tendon of Jun's neck.
He lies down when Jun pushes him back onto the sheets, lips kiss-bruised and his eyes half-lidded, and Jun thinks, 'bedroom eyes' and smiles to himself. He kisses down Ohno's stomach as he unfastens his pants, and then Ohno is finally, gloriously naked beneath him, all sun-bronzed skin and lithe muscle.
"You're lovely," he whispers into the skin over Ohno's hipbone, trailing his lips down, until Ohno puts his hands Jun's hair and firmly directs him to where he wants him. He trembles when Jun licks the head of his cock, and his fingers in Jun's hair tighten, though not enough to hurt.
He gasps when Jun strokes a finger down his perineum, and further back, and his body twitches, clearly uncertain how to react to the touch. "Jun," he pants, "I... it's been a while, but I want."
"Okay," Jun says, when Ohno meets his eyes and clearly means it, "okay, I'll take care of you, I promise. There's a box behind you, there should be lube and condoms." He keeps his hands on Ohno's skin, fingers still stroking, and Ohno's hands shake when he passes down the supplies.
If it's been a while, Jun thinks, his best bet is probably distraction. He pours lube onto two fingers, and keeps stroking, not pressing in, just letting Ohno keep track, and then he bends down and takes Ohno's dick in his mouth. "Ah," Ohno moans, sounding a little surprised, his back arching up into Jun, and Jun uses the opportunity to press a fingertip inside him, eliciting another surprised moan.
"Oh fuck," Ohno moans, as Jun takes him in deep, and starts pressing further with his fingers, "oh, oh fuck," he sighs, and keeps going, keeping a running litany of obscenities and pleas as Jun prepares him, keeping him distracted and on edge with his mouth as he does it.
"Jun," he finally sighs, "Jun, I'm going to come if you don't, Jun, I want..." and sighs in disappointment when Jun pulls away.
"Easy," Jun breathes when he moves his legs restlessly, putting a hand on Ohno's hip. "Almost there."
He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, he's so turned on, and the sight of Ohno doesn't help: he's spread out on the bed, dusky skin and narrow limbs, his hair in disarray, eyes closed, fingers tangled in the bedclothes.
"Jun," he says, voice tight, "don't make me beg," and Jun thinks that there's an idea for another evening.
For now, it's almost a physical relief to finally take off his pants, and he bites his lip hard to not lose it when he smoothes a condom over his cock.
"Satoshi," he sighs, and Ohno opens his eyes to look at him, then reaches up a hand and pulls him down, spreading his legs, lifting his thigh up over Jun's hip.
"I want you," he says, "please," and it's not Jun pushing in so much as it's Ohno pulling. Then Ohno throws back his head and arches up, and Jun is all the way inside him, buried to the hilt, and it feels like an age that they stay that way, suspended breathlessly, until Ohno sighs and relaxes and Jun dares to move.
It's been so long since Jun has done this with anyone he really cares about, he's almost forgotten what it's like to pay so much attention to the other person. He'd forgotten how erotic it is; the sound of Ohno's breathing loud in his ears, the slight sting of the other man's fingernails digging into his back, the sound of skin on skin as Ohno arches up into him, and the moan when Jun finds his prostate.
"Oh fuck," he whines, "Jun," and Jun tightens his grip on Ohno's hips and tries for the same angle again. "Jun," he whines, "oh, I can't..." and when Jun balances himself on one hand and uses the other to jerk Ohno off, it only takes a few more seconds before Ohno is tensing, tossing his head on Jun's pillow and coming with a low moan, taking Jun with him.
He doesn't even try not to collapse on Satoshi, because he knows the other man can take his weight. Ohno's arms come up around Jun's shoulders, holding him tight as their breathing evens out and the sweat cools on their bodies.
"Am I crushing you?" he mumbles into Ohno's collarbone after a while.
"Yes," Ohno replies, and holds him closer.
+++
Jun wakes up alone the next morning, blinking when the sun shines directly into his eyes. He doesn't usually sleep with the curtains open - too many people in the surrounding buildings can see inside. But last night he'd been distracted, because of Ohno.
Ohno, who isn't in the bed with him. Ohno, who must have cleaned them up, a little, because Jun would be much more gross if he hadn't. His skin still feels clammy and his hair feels tangled, but mostly, Jun feels languid and relaxed - he'll track down Ohno, wherever he's gone off to, and drag him back into Jun's bed, because Jun has no intention of letting him go after this.
He needs a shower, his phone, and some coffee. Not in that order, though; coffee first. He pulls the sheets around himself and wanders towards the kitchen, intending to start the machine, only to find that he won't have to drag Ohno very far to get him back to bed, since the other man is sitting at Jun's kitchen table, reading yesterday's newspaper with a cup of coffee.
"Morning," he says, when looks up to see Jun in the doorway, then tilts his head towards the coffee maker, where a full pot is waiting. "Made you coffee."
"Oh," Jun says thoughtlessly, blearily - he's obviously undercaffeinated, since Ohno is wearing boxers and one of Jun's t-shirts, which means that his clothes must still be strewn over Jun's bedroom floor, and Jun should have noticed that - "oh, I love you."
Ohno looks up at him, sharply, and Jun thinks that maybe that was too soon - but he still needs the caffeine, especially if it was, and it's not like he's interested in taking it back.
Ohno's still looking at him, thoughtfully, when Jun sits down on the opposite side of the kitchen table with his cup of coffee.
"So," he finally says, when the silence has stretched well past uncomfortable. He stands up and comes around the table, putting his hands on Jun's shoulders and climbing into his lap, so that he's sitting on Jun's legs, their faces only inches apart, and Jun's sheet isn't covering him very much anymore. "You love me."
It's not a question, but Jun replies anyway. "Yes."
Ohno smiles at him. "And you're not retiring," he says.
"Not unless you want to," Jun replies.
Ohno leans in and kisses him, a long, slow, coffee-flavoured kiss, and Jun holds on to his waist and tries not to leave fingertip-shaped bruises behind, though he wants to. "Won't break," Ohno mutters against his lips, and Jun pulls him in, hard, one hand on Ohno's hips and one reaching up to tangle in his hair, kissing him until Ohno is making gasping little noises, his chest heaving, his legs around Jun's hips.
"I don't want to retire," he sighs, after Jun has slowed down a little, one hand stroking Ohno's back, still holding him tight against him. "But..." he says, and his eyes, when he looks up, are sparkling with mischief, "I think we deserve a break. Have you ever been to Monaco?"
Jun can't help it; he laughs, and then he pulls Ohno tighter against himself, standing up, and Ohno is laughing and demanding half-heartedly to be let down, though he's holding on to Jun, until Jun bends over the kitchen table, pushing him down until Ohno is lying back on the half-read newspaper. "No," he laughs, pulling Ohno's boxers off, leaning over him to kiss his collarbones, his shoulders, "I haven't ever been to Monaco," he says, pulling Ohno down the table so his ass is where he wants it, and Ohno gives him that devilish grin and hooks his legs around Jun's middle, pulling him closer.
They don't put any clothes on, that whole day.
+++
Three months later, Dubai, United Arab Emirates.
The desert landscape they can see out of the windows of the 39th floor ballroom seems to sparkle in the early-evening setting sun. Jun is standing next to a Mr. Fahroud, listening to Mr. Chen talk about economic projections for the next quarter, when there's a slight cough behind them.
"Could I offer you gentlemen some champagne?" asks Ohno, and Jun slides the magnetic key card he just lifted from Mr. Chen's wife out of his pocket, as he uses his other hand to pick up a flute.
"I would like to propose a toast," he starts, and watches Mr. Fahroud and Mr. Chen pick up glasses, "to our successful venture."
Ohno lifts the card out of Jun's left hand easily as he slides past with the tray, their fingers sliding together for barely a second, making Jun's heart miss a beat.
"Hear hear," Mr. Chen says, and they all drink.
From across the room, Ohno meets his eyes and grins, and Jun has to work to suppress his own smile.
Showtime.
-END