Rip SagaxShou
Title: Rip
Author: toiunplus
Pairing(s): Saga x Shou, Tora x Hiroto
Genre: Humor, romance
Warning/Disclaimer: Contains Saga being pervy. I own nobody
Rating: PG-13
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Shou's pants rip while he's on stage, and Saga comes up with a solution. Shou does not approve.
Author's Comment: This was inspired by an interview where Shou talks about his legs and how his leg muscles have caused his pants to rip before. So I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. I was going to post Shou's own words about it but the link to the interview is down :(
Shou tightened his grip on his microphone as he started singing “Blue Planet”, smiling behind it as he looked at the sea of fans. He loved lives. He loved seeing how many of Alice Nine’s fans would come out to support them. Shou loved seeing how happy all of them looked to be here, how loudly they cheered, and how much fun he had when he sang at lives.
Deciding to give the fans a treat, Shou sauntered over to Hiroto for some fanservice. He winked at the guitarist and slipped an arm around his slim waist, hugging Hiroto from behind and pulling the shorter man up against his chest as he sang. There were a few excited squeals from the crowd at that, and Shou released Hiroto before making his way to Saga. The vocalist ruffled his boyfriend’s hair and grinned at him.
“Pon gets a hug, but all I get is a hair pat and a smile?” Saga arched an eyebrow, smirking as he raised his bass. Slowly, Saga ran his tongue along the instrument, keeping sultry eyes on Shou’s face the entire time. A blush spread over the vocalist’s face at the suggestiveness of the action, and his blush deepened as Saga held out the instrument for him. Shou leaned over and kissed the bass before quickly returning to his platform up front before Saga could do anything else.
After “Blue Planet” ended, Shou leaned over to pick up his water bottle. He’d gone through four songs without a drink and was in need of hydration. Shou froze as he heard a loud ripping noise, turning pale as he realized what had happened. His pants had just ripped. Shit! My pants! The tearing noise had been so loud Shou figured everyone could hear it, but it didn’t seem to be the place. Shou quickly straightened up and took a drink. The location of the rip would be a problem. His pants had ripped along the lower part of his butt and his upper thigh, which would give the fans a great view of his underwear if Shou turned his back on them.
Realizing he’d been quiet for too long, Shou set the water down and launched into the next song. He was grateful that after this he just had “Rainbows” left to sing and then the live was over - unless they did an encore, which he assumed they would. Once Alice Nine had finished “Rainbows”, Shou just had to make an MC. Then he could get his pants fixed. With that plan in mind, Shou didn’t let his ripped pants distract him from delivering a great performance.
The vocalist took another gulp from his water bottle before speaking. “I want to thank all of you for coming out to see us tonight. Alice Nine wouldn’t be where we are today if it weren’t for all of your support. Please continue to support us!” With that, Shou grinned and threw his water bottle into the crowd before scooting over to Hiroto. “Pon, can you get on my back?”
Hiroto blinked. “Why?”
“My pants ripped!”
“Oh.” Hiroto looked him over, smirking as he noticed the rip. “Nice underwear.”
Shou blushed. “Shut up.”
“What? I think little yellow ducks look cute on your ass.”
Shou turned even redder and tried to tug his shirt down so that his duck print boxers were covered, but couldn’t get the garment down far enough. “Pon, will you please get on my back? If I give you a piggyback ride, the fans won’t notice I have a giant rip in my pants. Plus they always like when one of us does that.”
“All right, fine by me. Lean over a bit so I can get on.” Shou obeyed, and Hiroto clambered onto his back. Shou hooked his arms underneath the guitarist’s knees and walked off the stage, smiling as Hiroto held him with one hand while waving at the fans with the other. Once they’d reached the changing room, Shou crouched down so Hiroto could get off.
“Thanks, Pon.”
“You’re welcome.” Hiroto tousled his hair then scampered over to Tora to hug his taller boyfriend. Nao was talking to their manager, and Tora and Hiroto were soon engaged in a snuggle fest while Shou made a beeline towards Saga. The bassist had opened his shirt and was fanning himself with his hands.
“Saga! Can you help me fix my pants?”
Saga raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”
“My pants ripped.”
The bassist’s eyes lit up. “Where? I don’t see a rip.” He stared at Shou’s legs before turning him around. “Oh. That rip.” He traced his fingers along the tear. Shou smacked Saga’s hand away, blushing as he faced his boyfriend again.
“Don’t touch it, fix it!”
Saga shrugged. “I can’t sew.”
“Then what should I do? I can’t go on stage with a rip all along my butt!”
Saga smirked. “Just take your pants off. The fans will love it, I get to see you in your underwear, then I can come over and run my hands all along your legs or something. It’d be the perfect fanservice.” Saga proceeded to demonstrate his plan, sliding his hand up Shou’s thigh.
The vocalist flushed and swatted the hand away again. “No way! I’m not going on stage in my underwear! You’d be so busy groping me you wouldn’t play your bass anyway.”
“I can control myself.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Saga shrugged. “I can’t help it that you’re gorgeous.” He patted Shou’s leg. “You’ll just have to take your pants off. Besides, if you keep wearing those pants they’ll probably rip even more, and do you want a tear in your crotch?”
“No,” Shou blushed at the thought.
“What’s wrong?” Nao asked, coming over to them after he’d finished talking with their manager.
“Shou ripped his pants,” Saga explained.
“Where?”
Sighing, Shou turned around. “There.” He indicated the rip.
“I can help you fix your pants.”
The vocalist spun around, looking relieved. “Thank you, Nao! I’ll buy you Starbucks tomorrow.”
Nao smiled. “Great. I’ll get a needle and thread from the staff. Can you take off your pants so I can fix them? I don’t want to stab you with a needle.”
“Sure.” Shou unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs, handing them to Nao. “We’re doing an encore, right?”
“I want to. What about you?”
“Let’s do it,” Saga said.
“Yeah, can’t you hear them?” Hiroto asked. Alice Nine went quiet so they could listen to their fans chanting “encore” over and over again. The live had gone wonderfully so neither of them wanted to deny their fans an encore.
Nao beamed. “Let’s give them a great encore then.”
“Good.” Tora draped an arm around Hiroto’s waist and pressed him closer.
“I’m going to go get the needle and thread. Get changed into your encore shirts and freshen up. I shouldn’t be long.” Nao left the room with Shou’s pants in tow.”
Saga’s arms wound around Shou’s waist, puling the vocalist up against his chest. “Let’s get our shirts, Shou.” He smirked as he dragged the singer over to a secluded corner, pushing Shou up against a wall and kissing him fiercely while his hands roamed the vocalist’s body. Blushing, Shou tangled his fingers in Saga’s sweaty hair as he kissed back. Saga broke the kiss to pull Shou’s top off, putting a hand on the vocalist’s butt and squeezing while the other caressed his bare chest. Saga claimed Shou’s lips again and deepened the kiss, caressing Shou’s tongue with his and earning a low moan from the vocalist. Saga kissed him harder and dropped the hand on Shou’s chest down to his thighs, stroking the smooth skin as he continued to French kiss the vocalist’s breath away.
“Shou, I’m all - EW WILL YOU TWO GET A ROOM?!” Nao shrieked, looking mortified at the sight of his band mates passionately making out especially since Saga’s hands were all over Shou’s body.
“We’re in a room,” Saga grinned, kissing the vocalist again and pressing closer to Shou.
“Saga!” Nao’s face was a rich crimson and he tried to avoid looking at them. “Unglue your hands from Shou. Both of you need to get ready for the encore.”
The bassist let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine.” He stole one more kiss before stepping away from the vocalist. Flustered, Shou thanked Nao and took his pants back. He pulled them on and buttoned them up, twisting around. Nao had repaired the rip to the best of his abilities given the limited time, but Shou figured it’d hold. He’d have to be careful about his movements in the encore, but at least his underwear wasn’t showing anymore. Satisfied, Shou tugged his encore t-shirt over his head and adjusted his hair. He squeaked in surprise as hands slipped underneath his shirt, dancing across his stomach and pulling him up against a strong chest.
“Do you know how cute you look when you’re fiddling with your hair?” Saga murmured in his ear, gently nipping at it.
Shou glanced over his shoulder. “Um, yes?” He blushed as Saga pressed him closer. The bassist had neglected to put on his shirt and he removed a hand from under Shou’s top to cup his face, pulling him back into another kiss.
“Saga!” Nao stormed over to them. “Can’t you keep your hands off of him for five minutes?!”
“No,” Saga grinned as he nuzzled his nose against Shou’s hair. “He’s my sexy boyfriend; his body draws my hands to it just like a magnet.”
Shou’s face was now brick red as Saga virtually felt him up in front of the rest of Alice Nine. Hiroto and Tora were watching too, looking amused. “S-Saga, we need to go out on stage,” the vocalist managed to squeak out.
“The fans can wait a few more seconds.” Saga kissed Shou again, turning him around and pulling him flush against his body.
Tora came to the rescue and separated the two of them. “You can glue your hands to Shou after the live, Saga.”
Hiroto snickered. “I think he’s going to do more than that.”
Shou blushed furiously. “Pon!”
“What? It’s obvious.”
“He’s right. Fine, I’ll keep my hands off Shou for now.” Saga couldn’t resist one more grope, leaning in to whisper seductively in the vocalist’s ear, “but I won’t make any promises about after the live.” Shou turned brick red once again and squirmed away from his boyfriend, ducking behind Hiroto in an attempt to use the smaller man as a shield.
Nao sighed. “Saga, stop harassing Shou. And aren’t you going to wear your encore shirt?”
“No.” Saga struck a pose. “The girls love it when I go on stage shirtless.”
“Shou does too,” Tora said, smirking a little as he claimed Hiroto from the flustered vocalist.
Hiroto laughed. “Remember when both of us were shirtless? I thought the fangirls were going to faint.”
“Me too.” Saga ruffled the guitarist’s hair, glancing back at Nao. “Weren’t you in a hurry to get out on stage?”
“Yes. Let’s go!” Nao raced ahead. Tora stole a quick kiss from Hiroto before following Nao, the shorter guitarist chasing after him.
“After you.”
Shou cast him a suspicious look. “If you grope me on stage I’m not having sex with you tonight.”
“I’ll be a good boy and keep my hands to myself,” Saga promised.
“Good.” Shou ran after his band mates, squeaking as he felt a hand on his butt again. “Saga!”
“You said I can’t grope you on stage. We’re not on stage yet.”
Shou smacked his boyfriend’s arm. “Keep your hands to yourself until the live is over,” he grumbled, racing out onto the stage after his band mates. The fans let out a deafening scream as all of them took up their positions on stage. Shou grinned and grabbed his microphone, embarrassment forgotten as Alice Nine launched into their first song.
Author: toiunplus
Pairing(s): Saga x Shou, Tora x Hiroto
Genre: Humor, romance
Warning/Disclaimer: Contains Saga being pervy. I own nobody
Rating: PG-13
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Shou's pants rip while he's on stage, and Saga comes up with a solution. Shou does not approve.
Author's Comment: This was inspired by an interview where Shou talks about his legs and how his leg muscles have caused his pants to rip before. So I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. I was going to post Shou's own words about it but the link to the interview is down :(
Shou tightened his grip on his microphone as he started singing “Blue Planet”, smiling behind it as he looked at the sea of fans. He loved lives. He loved seeing how many of Alice Nine’s fans would come out to support them. Shou loved seeing how happy all of them looked to be here, how loudly they cheered, and how much fun he had when he sang at lives.
Deciding to give the fans a treat, Shou sauntered over to Hiroto for some fanservice. He winked at the guitarist and slipped an arm around his slim waist, hugging Hiroto from behind and pulling the shorter man up against his chest as he sang. There were a few excited squeals from the crowd at that, and Shou released Hiroto before making his way to Saga. The vocalist ruffled his boyfriend’s hair and grinned at him.
“Pon gets a hug, but all I get is a hair pat and a smile?” Saga arched an eyebrow, smirking as he raised his bass. Slowly, Saga ran his tongue along the instrument, keeping sultry eyes on Shou’s face the entire time. A blush spread over the vocalist’s face at the suggestiveness of the action, and his blush deepened as Saga held out the instrument for him. Shou leaned over and kissed the bass before quickly returning to his platform up front before Saga could do anything else.
After “Blue Planet” ended, Shou leaned over to pick up his water bottle. He’d gone through four songs without a drink and was in need of hydration. Shou froze as he heard a loud ripping noise, turning pale as he realized what had happened. His pants had just ripped. Shit! My pants! The tearing noise had been so loud Shou figured everyone could hear it, but it didn’t seem to be the place. Shou quickly straightened up and took a drink. The location of the rip would be a problem. His pants had ripped along the lower part of his butt and his upper thigh, which would give the fans a great view of his underwear if Shou turned his back on them.
Realizing he’d been quiet for too long, Shou set the water down and launched into the next song. He was grateful that after this he just had “Rainbows” left to sing and then the live was over - unless they did an encore, which he assumed they would. Once Alice Nine had finished “Rainbows”, Shou just had to make an MC. Then he could get his pants fixed. With that plan in mind, Shou didn’t let his ripped pants distract him from delivering a great performance.
The vocalist took another gulp from his water bottle before speaking. “I want to thank all of you for coming out to see us tonight. Alice Nine wouldn’t be where we are today if it weren’t for all of your support. Please continue to support us!” With that, Shou grinned and threw his water bottle into the crowd before scooting over to Hiroto. “Pon, can you get on my back?”
Hiroto blinked. “Why?”
“My pants ripped!”
“Oh.” Hiroto looked him over, smirking as he noticed the rip. “Nice underwear.”
Shou blushed. “Shut up.”
“What? I think little yellow ducks look cute on your ass.”
Shou turned even redder and tried to tug his shirt down so that his duck print boxers were covered, but couldn’t get the garment down far enough. “Pon, will you please get on my back? If I give you a piggyback ride, the fans won’t notice I have a giant rip in my pants. Plus they always like when one of us does that.”
“All right, fine by me. Lean over a bit so I can get on.” Shou obeyed, and Hiroto clambered onto his back. Shou hooked his arms underneath the guitarist’s knees and walked off the stage, smiling as Hiroto held him with one hand while waving at the fans with the other. Once they’d reached the changing room, Shou crouched down so Hiroto could get off.
“Thanks, Pon.”
“You’re welcome.” Hiroto tousled his hair then scampered over to Tora to hug his taller boyfriend. Nao was talking to their manager, and Tora and Hiroto were soon engaged in a snuggle fest while Shou made a beeline towards Saga. The bassist had opened his shirt and was fanning himself with his hands.
“Saga! Can you help me fix my pants?”
Saga raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”
“My pants ripped.”
The bassist’s eyes lit up. “Where? I don’t see a rip.” He stared at Shou’s legs before turning him around. “Oh. That rip.” He traced his fingers along the tear. Shou smacked Saga’s hand away, blushing as he faced his boyfriend again.
“Don’t touch it, fix it!”
Saga shrugged. “I can’t sew.”
“Then what should I do? I can’t go on stage with a rip all along my butt!”
Saga smirked. “Just take your pants off. The fans will love it, I get to see you in your underwear, then I can come over and run my hands all along your legs or something. It’d be the perfect fanservice.” Saga proceeded to demonstrate his plan, sliding his hand up Shou’s thigh.
The vocalist flushed and swatted the hand away again. “No way! I’m not going on stage in my underwear! You’d be so busy groping me you wouldn’t play your bass anyway.”
“I can control myself.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Saga shrugged. “I can’t help it that you’re gorgeous.” He patted Shou’s leg. “You’ll just have to take your pants off. Besides, if you keep wearing those pants they’ll probably rip even more, and do you want a tear in your crotch?”
“No,” Shou blushed at the thought.
“What’s wrong?” Nao asked, coming over to them after he’d finished talking with their manager.
“Shou ripped his pants,” Saga explained.
“Where?”
Sighing, Shou turned around. “There.” He indicated the rip.
“I can help you fix your pants.”
The vocalist spun around, looking relieved. “Thank you, Nao! I’ll buy you Starbucks tomorrow.”
Nao smiled. “Great. I’ll get a needle and thread from the staff. Can you take off your pants so I can fix them? I don’t want to stab you with a needle.”
“Sure.” Shou unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs, handing them to Nao. “We’re doing an encore, right?”
“I want to. What about you?”
“Let’s do it,” Saga said.
“Yeah, can’t you hear them?” Hiroto asked. Alice Nine went quiet so they could listen to their fans chanting “encore” over and over again. The live had gone wonderfully so neither of them wanted to deny their fans an encore.
Nao beamed. “Let’s give them a great encore then.”
“Good.” Tora draped an arm around Hiroto’s waist and pressed him closer.
“I’m going to go get the needle and thread. Get changed into your encore shirts and freshen up. I shouldn’t be long.” Nao left the room with Shou’s pants in tow.”
Saga’s arms wound around Shou’s waist, puling the vocalist up against his chest. “Let’s get our shirts, Shou.” He smirked as he dragged the singer over to a secluded corner, pushing Shou up against a wall and kissing him fiercely while his hands roamed the vocalist’s body. Blushing, Shou tangled his fingers in Saga’s sweaty hair as he kissed back. Saga broke the kiss to pull Shou’s top off, putting a hand on the vocalist’s butt and squeezing while the other caressed his bare chest. Saga claimed Shou’s lips again and deepened the kiss, caressing Shou’s tongue with his and earning a low moan from the vocalist. Saga kissed him harder and dropped the hand on Shou’s chest down to his thighs, stroking the smooth skin as he continued to French kiss the vocalist’s breath away.
“Shou, I’m all - EW WILL YOU TWO GET A ROOM?!” Nao shrieked, looking mortified at the sight of his band mates passionately making out especially since Saga’s hands were all over Shou’s body.
“We’re in a room,” Saga grinned, kissing the vocalist again and pressing closer to Shou.
“Saga!” Nao’s face was a rich crimson and he tried to avoid looking at them. “Unglue your hands from Shou. Both of you need to get ready for the encore.”
The bassist let out a dramatic sigh. “Fine.” He stole one more kiss before stepping away from the vocalist. Flustered, Shou thanked Nao and took his pants back. He pulled them on and buttoned them up, twisting around. Nao had repaired the rip to the best of his abilities given the limited time, but Shou figured it’d hold. He’d have to be careful about his movements in the encore, but at least his underwear wasn’t showing anymore. Satisfied, Shou tugged his encore t-shirt over his head and adjusted his hair. He squeaked in surprise as hands slipped underneath his shirt, dancing across his stomach and pulling him up against a strong chest.
“Do you know how cute you look when you’re fiddling with your hair?” Saga murmured in his ear, gently nipping at it.
Shou glanced over his shoulder. “Um, yes?” He blushed as Saga pressed him closer. The bassist had neglected to put on his shirt and he removed a hand from under Shou’s top to cup his face, pulling him back into another kiss.
“Saga!” Nao stormed over to them. “Can’t you keep your hands off of him for five minutes?!”
“No,” Saga grinned as he nuzzled his nose against Shou’s hair. “He’s my sexy boyfriend; his body draws my hands to it just like a magnet.”
Shou’s face was now brick red as Saga virtually felt him up in front of the rest of Alice Nine. Hiroto and Tora were watching too, looking amused. “S-Saga, we need to go out on stage,” the vocalist managed to squeak out.
“The fans can wait a few more seconds.” Saga kissed Shou again, turning him around and pulling him flush against his body.
Tora came to the rescue and separated the two of them. “You can glue your hands to Shou after the live, Saga.”
Hiroto snickered. “I think he’s going to do more than that.”
Shou blushed furiously. “Pon!”
“What? It’s obvious.”
“He’s right. Fine, I’ll keep my hands off Shou for now.” Saga couldn’t resist one more grope, leaning in to whisper seductively in the vocalist’s ear, “but I won’t make any promises about after the live.” Shou turned brick red once again and squirmed away from his boyfriend, ducking behind Hiroto in an attempt to use the smaller man as a shield.
Nao sighed. “Saga, stop harassing Shou. And aren’t you going to wear your encore shirt?”
“No.” Saga struck a pose. “The girls love it when I go on stage shirtless.”
“Shou does too,” Tora said, smirking a little as he claimed Hiroto from the flustered vocalist.
Hiroto laughed. “Remember when both of us were shirtless? I thought the fangirls were going to faint.”
“Me too.” Saga ruffled the guitarist’s hair, glancing back at Nao. “Weren’t you in a hurry to get out on stage?”
“Yes. Let’s go!” Nao raced ahead. Tora stole a quick kiss from Hiroto before following Nao, the shorter guitarist chasing after him.
“After you.”
Shou cast him a suspicious look. “If you grope me on stage I’m not having sex with you tonight.”
“I’ll be a good boy and keep my hands to myself,” Saga promised.
“Good.” Shou ran after his band mates, squeaking as he felt a hand on his butt again. “Saga!”
“You said I can’t grope you on stage. We’re not on stage yet.”
Shou smacked his boyfriend’s arm. “Keep your hands to yourself until the live is over,” he grumbled, racing out onto the stage after his band mates. The fans let out a deafening scream as all of them took up their positions on stage. Shou grinned and grabbed his microphone, embarrassment forgotten as Alice Nine launched into their first song.