[Multi-chapter] Mikazuki (Crescent moon) Chapter 8/??
Title: 三日月 (Crescent moon)
Authors: tsuchi8562
Bet: geminib ArigaPYON~!
Pairing: Matsumiya (main), Sakuraiba (side), Ohmiya (one-sided)
Genre: AU, Angst, Drama, Psychological
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don't own them. Not that we don't want to though...
A/N: A/N: Whole thing is freely based on movie "Girl, interrupted". We took title from Ayaka's song Mikazuki, which lyrics somehow fits the whole story. Enjoy ;)
*MASTERPOST*
Miso shiru, double portion - 72 kilocalories,
Bowl of rice - 195 kilocalories,
Hamburger - 229 kilocalories,
Grilled vegetables - 153 kilocalories
The numbers were popping inside his mind with each plate that was put in front of him. He knew the calorific value for every food served in Japan and also he had a measure in his eyes. He knew well how much grams each portion weights… Probably this was the first thing he learned after he became a model.
“Masaki.” His lover said his name, showing Aiba this way he expects him to eat. This was some kind of ritual already: Masaki was refusing to take any food unless Sho was with him. Sakurai was the only person who could make him eat without big effort. It was in fact real simple; the taller man put every bite of a meal in his mouth because he wanted to please his boyfriend and also he felt really safe and loved. How many times Sho repeated that he was perfect? That he shouldn’t lose any more weight because then he would look like a skeleton?
“Masaki?” The older man repeated with his mouth full and looked at the latter. Aiba nodded, took his chopsticks and cut a small bite of meat. As soon as he tasted the food, a red light flashed inside his head.
649 kilocalories?! It’s more than you need for a week! Far more! Masaki, darling… We all know you need only one apple, a medium one. It’s more than enough, right? 93 kilocalories… Familiar voice from his head whispered. Sakurai quickly grabbed the other man’s hand and that gave him courage to continue eating. If Sho was with him, he could even beat that stupid voice. His own voice.
“Can you bring me some water, please?” Aiba whispered shyly, almost apologizing. Sakurai nodded and went to the table that was standing under the window, looking for a clean glass. The medical staff here could be on the highest level, but sometimes the patients thought that the people responsible for cleaning want to kill the psychos with germs. Masaki took a deep breath, a bit relieved that he will be able to delay the moment when he has to eat and stared at the plates in front of him. It seemed that the food doubled or even tripled just within a second.
“Hey model-chan~~!” Ninomiya appeared out of nowhere with his dazzling smile glued to his face. “Can’t eat? You know, you should, ne?” Aiba nodded and squeezed the chopsticks harder in his hand. He didn’t know what to do and where to look. The food looked disgusting, Kazunari’s face was scary and Sho was too far away.
“Nee, Masaki… Your gorilla is away, share the meat with me… I got only some fish.” Nino pouted and hissed when he noticed Sakurai rushing towards them. “Come on, just a bite…” The blond guy didn’t manage to say anything more, because he was literarily placed away from the chair. Sho didn’t say a word, just sat on his place and put the glass with cold water in front of his lover. It was visible that he was enraged and one more spark will be more than enough to make him explode. Ninomiya saw that clearly and smirked.
“Oh, come on! I was just trying to help him! Don’t you see that it’s torturing him?” Kazunari moved closer to Masaki and pinched his side. “Look at that fat! If this will continue, he will go out from here before you!”
“Enough.” The former yankee said with is low voice that always made Aiba shiver. This voice was much scarier than Nino’s face. The tallest man raised his head and looked at his boyfriend. He wanted to do everything to prevent a fight, so he took a big bite of the hamburger without turning his gaze away from Sakurai.
See, Sho-chan? I am eating… There is no reason to be mad… Masaki’s eyes were saying and even though he could feel how the fat is filling his body. He was feeling that he puts on weight with every bite. Aiba was fighting with things he was taught for years when he was still a model. The first and most important rule was to drift to the perfect weight and shape. Visible muscles with practically no fat. Counting calories, cry up how much you ate and being praised the less you ate. After he got here, everything has changed. It was hell; they were forcing him to eat and at first used shocks to cure him. Then he met Sho and somehow it worked on him like a miraculous medicine. The food wasn’t disgusting anymore and he stopped worrying about the fat. Sometimes the demons came back, especially when old friend from fashion business tried to contact Masaki. The last trial was last week, when Nakata called and started to rant about his carrier, offering him a new contracts.
“Oh come on, gorilla! Want to stay here without your sweet skinny model?” Ninomiya’s hoarse voice pierced through Aiba’s thoughts. The taller man looked at his lover and gasped, seeing him holding the blond guy in the air and suffocating him. In a split of a second Masaki stand next to Sakurai and grabbed his arm tightly.
“Sho-chan, enough… He just wanted to tease us… Please, let him go…” He looked at the latter with pleading eyes and shook his head. “Let him go.” Sho bit his lower lip and slowly put Kazunari back on the ground. The blond guy coughed and raised his hand to stop approaching Goto, saying that way he is alright.
“Geez, gorilla… You should really work on your reflexes when somebody tells you the truth…” Nino rubbed his throat and looked at Masaki’s plate. “Okay, okay I will eat my disgusting fish…” The short man clicked his tongue, turned back to his place and started to eat his fish as nothing happened. Sakurai also sat on his chair and moved his hand, showing this way that Aiba should sit as well and of course finish his dinner. The taller man nodded and continued his meal, stuffing as much food as it was possible to still be able to chew. It was better this way, since he finished his meal fast and it was a kind of a lie to his brain. The faster you eat the smaller portion you got and the less fat you will get. This twisted logic became his friend quite soon after he met Sho.
“See? I… I ate… everything…” Masaki looked at the man sitting in front of him and smiled. Sho knew that fake smile too well to be fooled and he took the latter’s hand, leading him back to their room. Yes, their room; since it became obvious that they work on each other like a balm, Soejima himself allowed them to live together. It saved everybody a lot of troubles and made the life in the ward calmer.
“I am proud of you.” Sakurai whispered when they found themselves in the chamber. He hugged the latter from behind tightly and gently kissed his shoulder. Sho loved having his Masaki this close; it was calming him down and made every reason he could make him mad, unimportant. However this time the taller man shivered and gently moved away. This was something that Aiba didn’t do since the beginning of their relationship when he was still uncertain and he still believed he is too fat. Something had to happen and probably it was that phone call the taller man had received not so long ago.
“Masaki?”
“D-don’t touch me… I am ugly… I am a freaking elephant!!!” The anorectic man kneeled and started to shiver, as if he was crying, but no tear have fallen down his cheek. Sakurai wasn’t sure what he should do, but he knew one thing - he hates when the man he loves was like that. Hurting, depressed, full of mendacious images and hatred. The former yankee had to do something, anything, that will change that and will bring the old Masaki back. Without thinking twice he picked up the “sobbing” man and walked with him towards the window. It was already late; the sky was black with many shiny eyes blinking to them and a round face of the full moon which was the only source of the light outside. Without a rush Sho started to undress his lover, fighting with every, even tiny sign of resistance. The kisses covered Aiba’s body as the clothes did not so long ago, and that calmed the taller man. He drowned in the caresses, slowly forgetting why he was upset and almost went crazy. That was until… Until the light inside the room disappeared and he saw his quite clear reflection on the glass. He wanted to turn away, but Sakurai’s strong arms held him tight, making him stay in the position. After a short while Aiba was naked and Sho’s hand clasped the taller man’s jaw making sure Masaki will see his own reflection.
“Sho-chan, let go…” The anorectic man gasped, closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. The last thing he wanted to do was to look at himself; at his disgusting and repulsive body, covered with fat and….
“Look at me. You don’t have to look at your reflection, just look at me…” Sakurai whispered dangerously close to the latter’s ear. It worked; Aiba opened his eyes and looked at his lover forgetting about everything else. The things that mattered the most now were the older man’s touch, closeness and the eye contact they had. Sho’s hands were wandering around the latter’s hot skin and his right hand found Masaki’s left nipple quite soon. A soft moan escaped the taller man’s throat as he felt the warm impulses spreading across his body.
“Sho…”
“Shhh, just feel…” The low whisper was even more arousing than the hand which was now pumping his semi-hard erection. Aiba tried to look at his beloved one, but it was a difficult task, especially with his misty eyes and heavenly sensations that Sakurai’s touch was bringing to him. From time to time, the taller man’s gaze fell on his own reflection but with passing time he stopped worrying about it anymore, slowly believing in Sho’s words. A quiet voice in his head tried to convince him that if the former yankee’s body reacted like that only because he was so close, it had to mean something. Masaki can’t possibly be ugly when such handsome man desires his body, can he? This river of thoughts was disrupted by cold fingers trying to invade him.
“S-sho…” Aiba moaned and threw his head back, not caring if he is seeing Sakurai’s reflection or not. Soon the older man gently pushed the latter towards the bed and made sure he is lying comfortably. After getting rid of the rest pieces of clothing Sakurai clung to the taller’s body and joined their lips in almost brutal kiss. His fingers were still working and trying to open Masaki for him. When Sho felt the muscles’ walls relax under his fingers, he slowly pull them out and replaced them with his rock hard member.
“Look at me.” Sakurai gasped and freeze when he was fully inside, feeling the hot walls clenching around him. “No matter what, don’t stop looking at me… Never…” The older man started to thrust without a rush, enjoying the tightness. With Aiba’s moans becoming louder and hotter he speeded up, looking for the right angle. For all this time his eyes didn’t leave the latter’s face and his hands were caressing the other’s torso. Even though he was clearly feeling the bones, he just kept on touching his lover, setting the steady pace after a while. Masaki’s hand wrapped tightly his own already leaking member and he jerked himself off in the same rhythm their hips were making. Meanwhile Sakurai slowed down, making his thrusts harder and deeper and his balls hit Aiba’s butt-cheeks. The taller man arched his back while feeling the approaching orgasm and after few more strokes he came, spilling his juice on the stomach. That made the older one pick up the pace again, feeling the muscles tensing around him. Just after he felt familiar warmth in his abdomen he pulled out his member and stroked himself fast, crossing the edge soon and mixing his semen with Masaki’s. Sakurai sweaty and sweetly tired fell on his lover, being careful not to crush him.
“Messy…” The anorectic man giggled and gently hugged the latter, leaving a small space for breathing for both of them. Sho shrugged and smiled, cuddling closer to the taller man.
“Messy and sticky!” Aiba repeated, but he sounded like he doesn’t care as well. After a longer while, just before they drifted to the dreamland, Sakurai moved away and looked at his beloved man.
“Did you see it?”
“I… I don’t know… I think I did…” The anorectic man blushed and moved his gaze back to the window, where their joined and entwined silhouetted were visible in the reflection. Maybe it wasn’t that bad as he thought it was? They look great together after all, right?