Burns Like Fire Chapter 1- An Ohmiya Fic
Summary: “I’m not going to sleep with you, Kazu.” Nino just can’t help himself and will go to any means to ensure he gets what he wants. However not everyone is blind to his actions and Nino finds that every action has a consequence in the end. Some Toma/Ohno but mainly Ohmiya. Very mature. Contains scenes of rape and plenty of smut.
Rating: M/ NC-17.
Disclaimer: Sadly I own none of the Johnny’s boys discussed in this fic, all that I own is the words that come from my imagination.
AN: Slightly OOC Nino here but all will be discussed in later chapters. I hope I don’t offend anyone with this fic, any comments are appreciated (but no flames please). As always, many thanks to xfadingxdreamsx for all the help she’s given me with this fic. Don’t know what I’d do without her. Hope you enjoy, please leave a comment.
Burns Like Fire
Chapter 1
“-should not wear that jacket in the video next week,” Jun finished with a laugh. Nino, Aiba and Ohno joined in with him, beaming wildly. Sho gave a sheepish smile, trying to hide said jacket that was placed on the back of his chair.
“It’s not like the stylist would let him,” Nino commented back, taking a sip of his drink.
The five members of Arashi had all met for dinner, as was their weekly tradition. They’d met in one of Ohno’s favourite sushi restaurant, a small, quiet place on the outskirts of the city. The boys loved it because the food was excellent and they were rarely disturbed by avid fans.
Ohno took another bite of his sushi. “Oishi,” he commented.
Ninomiya, who was sitting opposite him, gave him a soft smile and Ohno lowered his eyes back to his plate. There was something about Nino’s smile that unsettled him. In fact, Ohno had felt very unsettled around the other man for a while. Both Nino’s words and actions confused him. They often seemed suggestive, though Ohno wasn’t sure if this was just in his mind or whether Nino really meant these actions. He’d tried to block it out, make it seem like he didn’t notice and he’d tried to make it completely obvious to his band-member that he wasn’t interested in a relationship with him.
Of course, it wasn’t Nino himself that was the problem. Ohno readily admitted to himself that Nino was a good looking guy that he wouldn’t normally have a problem being with. However there were many reasons why he didn’t want anything to happen with his friend. Firstly, he was worried about the effects of any relationship they might have on the band. He wasn’t sure how the fans would take a relationship and also what might happen if things started to go wrong between them. Then there was Toma. He and Ohno had been seeing each other for three months or so and Ohno felt that he owed it to the fun-loving man to give them a chance. And lastly, Ohno just wasn’t sure that he really saw Nino as a sexual partner.
“I need to use the bathroom,” Ohno said as he finished his mouthful. He stood up as Jun, Aiba and Sho acknowledged his statement but Ohno barely noticed, drawn to the way Nino’s eyes stayed fixed on him. There was no reaction on Nino’s face but Ohno could see a storm brewing behind his dark eyes and he wondered what the other man was planning. He quickly walked away, eager to leave the confusion of Nino’s expressionless face behind.
The bathroom, like the restaurant, was one of those small, homely places. The kind that was decorated with old-fashioned wallpaper and bright colours, not the plain white of more commercial places. It was dimly lit with a few basins spaced out on a mottled worktop. There was a single cubical in one corner opposite the door and the remaining wall was lined with two urinals. Pictures of men and women in traditional costume were hung above the sinks, either side of a large mirror.
Just as Ohno was finishing, the door creaked open and Nino walked in. He gently closed the door behind him and moved a few paces closer to Ohno but didn’t make any move to use the bathroom facilities. Out of the corner of his eye, Ohno noticed that his friend was staring at him with a cocked head, like a bird of prey as it spots a meal. Ohno frowned slightly to himself and moved to do his jeans up.
“Don’t,” Nino commented, watching his every move carefully.
“What?” Ohno asked sharply, irritated by the way that Nino was acting.
Nino gestured to his zip. “Leave it,” he said.
“What are you doing, Kazu?” Ohno complained, fixing him with a scowl.
Nino took another step closer to him. “What does it look like?” he asked seductively.
Ohno took a calming breath. “I- Kazu, I’m sorry, but I… I-I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” Nino raised an eyebrow, daring him to say the words.
“S-sleep with you,” Ohno said nervously, staring at the floor.
“Why?” Nino sounded amused.
“Too many reasons,” Ohno mumbled, fastening his jeans and striding towards the door. Nino blocked his path, closing the gap between them even more.
“Not enough, I’m sure,” Nino insisted. He placed a hand on Ohno’s hip and squeezed lightly, pulling the younger man towards him. Ohno gasped at the gesture and tried to step backwards but Nino caught him by placing his other hand on Ohno’s other hip and held it tightly. Nino took another step closer to him, smirking. Ohno could feel his breath on his lips and blushed slightly.
“I’m not going to sleep with you, Kazu,” he told him, his voice sounding more forceful than Ohno felt.
Nino didn’t look too amused anymore. “Yes, you are,” he said. “I want you, Satoshi. I want you bad… Aren’t you going to give me what I want? What I need?”
Ohno shook his head slowly and bit his bottom lip. He fixed Nino with an anxious look and Nino’s eyes bore into him.
“I think that’s a little selfish, don’t you, Satoshi?” he said, stroking Ohno’s cheek. He moved closer again so that their lips just brushed against each other as he spoke. “Very selfish indeed.”
Ohno froze at the contact which gave Nino the time to pull him into his arms and grope his arse. “You’re not a selfish person,” Nino continued, moving to kiss him fully on the lips. His tongue forced entry into Ohno’s mouth and the older man felt him hardening against his thigh. Ohno’s lips were still but due to shock, he made no move to get away from the kiss either.
“That’s right, Satoshi, you know it’s inevitable,” Nino said, brushing one hand up Ohno’s side. His hands lowered to Ohno’s belt and Ohno’s hands moved to try and intercept him. Nino grasped his wrists and Ohno tried desperately to break away from his grasp.
“Stop it!” Nino commanded, making a grab for his waist.
“Kazunari, let me go,” Ohno snapped, fighting against him.
Nino won the battle and pinned him so that he was bending over one of the sinks. He pressed his hard-on into the crevice between Ohno’s arse cheeks, moving his hips in a possessive way. “Don’t make this difficult, Satoshi,” he commanded.
Now that Ohno was completely under his control, Nino made his way back to Ohno’s belt, opened it and popped the button on his jeans. He stood back just enough to allow Ohno’s trousers to drop down his slim hips before closing the gap between them and rocking gently against him. Ohno realised even more than before that Nino was completely serious about this. He wasn’t teasing or joking like he did in shows often. Nino was going to fuck him and Ohno didn’t have a choice in the matter.
Nino was watching them in the mirror, regarding the way that their bodies looked pressed up together. “You’re so sexy, Toshi,” he told him, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to Ohno’s bared neck.
Ohno placed his hands behind him in an attempt to push Nino away from him but the younger man caught in hands and moved them down to cup his hard-on through his clothes. “That’s right, Satoshi,” he told him, as he moved Ohno’s fingers against him with his own.
Ohno moved his hands away quickly as if they had been burned. Nino took the opportunity to undo his trousers and pull down his boxers. He grabbed Ohno’s hands and placed his bare errection into the smooth fingers. He guided Ohno’s hands along the hardened length, panting slightly against Ohno’s neck and letting out little groans.
“Won’t the others wonder where we are?” Ohno asked softly as Nino increased the pace of his hand movements.
“Shhh, Satoshi,” he said, biting his ear sharply. “I don’t give a shit about what the others are doing… Oh, do hold still, Satoshi,” Nino complained as Ohno writhed against him, “it will be worse if you fight me.”
He pulled Ohno’s boxers down in one quick tug, gazing at his smooth, round arse. Ohno quivered at how close Nino’s cock was to his bare arse. “Don’t, Kazu,” he said softly, fearfully.
Nino ignored him and slowly slipped a finger inside him. “So tight, Toshi,” he commented, moving the finger quickly. “Isn’t Toma treating you right? Isn’t he pleasuring you enough? I will if he can’t.”
Ohno shook his head. “Toma is more than enough for me,” he said coldly.
Nino growled. “We shall see. After I’m finished, you won’t want any other man.” He removed his finger and Ohno sighed in relief. However, his respite was short lived as Nino thrust his full length into him in one go.
“Ow, Kazu,” Ohno complained but the younger man didn’t appear to be listening.
Nino placed his hands securely on Ohno’s hips, rocking backwards and forth. “Mmhm, you feel so good, Toshi,” he moaned, nibbling at Ohno’s neck slightly. Ohno dug his nails into the counter, stirrings of arousal forming in the bottom of his stomach but his fear and confusion meant that he only became semi-hard. He was painfully aware that they were having sex in a public toilet that anyone could walk into at any time and with the rest of Arashi very close by. The thought didn’t seem to have crossed Nino’s mind.
Nino sped up his thrusts, hitting Ohno’s back with a painful rhythm. “Please slow down, Kazu,” Ohno begged, “you’re hurting me.”
Nino’s only response was to slam harder into Ohno, pressing him painfully into the counter. He gave several more painfully powerful thrusts before moaning loudly. Nino’s fingers tightened on Ohno’s hips, nails digging into the soft skin. As he came, Nino bit deeply into Ohno’s shoulder, causing pain to spark throughout his body. Nino’s movements gradually came to a halt and he fixed Ohno with a satisfied look through the mirror.
He took a step back and Ohno, knowing no other way to respond to the situation, pulled his boxers and jeans back up, fastening them quickly. He watched Nino move to the cubicle to clean himself up before he too put his clothes back on.
“Come on, Satoshi,” he said, holding his hand out to Ohno. “The others will begin to wonder where we are.”
Ohno mutely took Nino’s hand and reluctantly followed him back out into the restaurant. The other boys turned to look at them as they returned to the table.
“I know you two enjoy your alone time, but seriously, at a restaurant?” Jun teased, as they sat down.
Ohno tried to hide a wince as he sat but the smallest sound came out. He lowered his head to hide the embarrassment and a single tear that trailed down his cheek. If only Jun knew how close he was to the truth.
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“How was the meal with the rest of the band?” Toma asked as he sat next to Ohno on his sofa. As they’d previously agreed, Toma and Ohno had met after the dinner with Arashi. After a walk through one of the city parks, they’d returned to Ohno’s house, Toma armed with a bottle of very expensive champagne.
After three months of being together, Ohno still wasn’t quite sure as to how he felt about the fun loving man. Sure, he thought Toma was rather attractive, fun and caring but he still felt awkward around him and as much as he enjoyed their sexual encounters, he wasn’t quite sure if they felt entirely right to him. Ohno hadn’t been with another man previous to Toma and the change of sex was something that Ohno still queried. He wasn’t sure if he’d prefer to be with a man or a woman. For the moment, he had decided to enjoy the time he spent with Toma and not worry about whether their relationship was going anywhere or not.
“Okay,” Ohno lied, his voice quiet as he accepted a glass of champagne from his lover.
Toma toasted him. “What did you eat?” he asked, slinging an arm around Ohno’s shoulder.
“Sushi,” Ohno murmured.
“Oishi,” Toma said, taking another sip of his drink. “You know, we should go for sushi at some point. I know how much you love it. It’ll be my treat.” Toma leant towards him and kissed him gently on the lips. Ohno kissed him back half-heartedly and cuddled deeper into Toma’s side, desperate for any comfort that he might gain from human contact. He nodded slightly against Toma’s shoulder in answer to his question. “Talking of which, are you free this weekend?”
“Saturday night,” Ohno replied absently, playing with Toma’s fingers.
“Shall we go then?” Toma asked brightly, looking at their entwined hands.
“Okay,” Ohno agreed.
“What’s up, Oh-chan?” Toma asked, lifting Ohno’s chin so that he was forced to look at him. “You’ve hardly said a word all evening. What happened?”
“I’m fine,” Ohno replied, looking down at a worn part of his rug.
“You can tell me, you know,” Toma told him, pressing a quick kiss to Ohno’s temple.
“It’s nothing, Toma-chan,” Ohno argued, sighing slightly.
Toma gave up, yawned and stretched. "I should probably be getting home," he told Ohno, running a long finger down his cheek. "Unless you'd like me to stay?" he continued in a seductive tone.
Ohno's eyes caressed Toma's youthful face. "Please stay, Toma-chan," he said shyly.
Toma smiled, one of his large hands placed on Ohno's thigh. “Of course I will,” he said, placing a tender kiss to Ohno’s hairline. “Shall we move to the bed?”
Ohno nodded slowly and Toma rose, tugging Ohno’s hand so that he too stood. Toma pulled him in for a soft kiss and stroked his cheek once again with the back of his fingers.
"I want some of that gorgeous, hot, sexy arse," he punctuated each adjective with a powerful kiss and illustrated his point by grabbing Ohno's arse and squeezing it at the end of his sentence.
Ohno gave a slight groan. His arse cheeks were still painfully sore from the beating Nino had given him.
Toma mistook his groan for one of desire. “Don’t worry, Satoshi,” he said, “I won’t torture you with too much foreplay. I know you want to feel me inside you.”
Ohno nodded mutely. He turned to lead Toma towards his bedroom, trying not to walk oddly as he did so. He turned the light on as they entered the room. He watched as Toma stripped down to his boxers and then lay down on the bed. He indicated for Ohno to join him and guided him to straddle him.
“You look fantastic in that shirt, Oh-chan,” he murmured, moving to kiss his neck. “Shame I’m gonna have to get rid of it.” He moved to nibble at Ohno’s ear lobe.
Ohno gave a soft purr, placing his hands on Toma’s well sculpted shoulders and gently massaging them. He allowed Toma to remove the shirt and gently peeled his jeans off. Toma smiled placing his hands on Ohno’s hips and fiddling with the waistband on his boxers. He noticed a series of welts and bruises forming on Ohno’s hips and frowned softly. However, before Toma could ask where Ohno had got them, the older man distracted him with a deep kiss.
As they kissed, Toma eased Ohno’s boxers down and took him gently into his hands. He massaged the sensitive length and reversed their positions, noticing that the bruises extended to his arms and wrists. While he was concentrating on the marks, Ohno removed Toma’s underwear and took him deeply into his mouth. Needless to say, Toma forgot about them again at once.
When Toma felt he couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped out of Ohno’s mouth and moved him to lie on his front. He rolled towards Ohno’s drawer, where Ohno kept the lube and condoms. He drizzled some lube on his fingers and moved his finger to Ohno’s entrance. Ohno gave a groan of pain as he slipped the digit inside.
“Relax, Oh-chan,” Toma said, laughing slightly. “You know it hurts if you don’t.”
Ohno gave a gentle sigh and allowed Toma to continue his ministrations. However, he still moaned or winced in pain at every movement Toma’s long fingers made. Finally Toma pulled away from him and sat up straight.
“Toma-chan?” Ohno asked, shuffling onto his side to see why Toma had stopped. “Why did you stop?”
“Well I’m not going to carry on fucking you when it’s quite clearly hurting you,” Toma said shortly. “What happened, Oh-chan?” he asked, his tone cold.
“What do you mean?” Ohno asked, his heart skipping a beat due to nerves.
“You’re covered in bruises- which now I look at them look suspiciously like fingerprints- and you moan every time I go anywhere near your arse,” Toma replied, running his fingers over the bruises on Ohno’s hip to make his point. “Who was it?”
“What do you mean?” Ohno’s face was a picture of confusion.
Betrayal flickered across Toma’s features. “Who did you fuck?” he asked shortly.
“I- I didn’t… fuck… fuck anyone,” Ohno admitted, staring at the pillows.
“Who did you let fuck you then?!” Toma snapped, thinking he was taking the piss by changing the order of his words.
“I didn’t let anyone fuck me,” Ohno replied, his voice cold and filled with raw pain.
“Didn’t let anyone…?” Toma started confused. Realisation flicked quickly across his face. “Someone raped you? Who? Who was it, Oh-chan?” He was barely in control of his voice as it shook with fury.
Ohno stayed silent and turned to lie facing away from Toma. Toma folded the duvet over him protectively, running his hands along the other man’s side soothingly.
“Who was it, Ohno?” he asked softly, pressing a slight kiss to his temple. “Tell me.”
Ohno ignored him and closed his eyes, pretending to fall asleep. He heard Toma sigh deeply before he turned the light off and snuggled up next to him in bed. All too soon, Ohno felt exhaustion due to the day’s events and dozed off, forgetting all about Nino and Toma and sex.