Enticement Chapter 7
Title: Enticement
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Matsumiya
Summary: Nino is a private investigator who flirts with disloyal husbands giving spouses ground for divorce
Disclaimer: Oh seriously, the sun rising from the west has a better chance of happening than this.
Chapter 7
Jun’s eyes fluttered opened. Sunlight streaked through the gap in the curtain and basked a part of his room in a nice glow. Jun felt really good. It was one of the most relaxing sleep he had in ages and to top it off, he had a pretty nice dream too, though he couldn’t remember what it was.
Wanting to use the toilet, Jun tried to get out of bed when something prevented him from doing so. Jun turned his head almost instantaneously when he realized something was lying against his left shoulder.
Nino.
The first thing Jun subconsciously did was yelp in what he considered a very sissy manner. The second thing he subconsciously did was reach out to cup Nino’s sleep facing. Since when was Nino sleeping on his shoulder? The last thing he remembered before drifting to sleep was him and Nino lying on the extreme ends of the bed possible without falling off the bed. And now…
He then concluded that Nino must move a lot in his sleep since the blankets were in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. Jun froze. Without the blanket, Nino’s body was totally exposed to him, and the bathrobe wasn’t much of a help since in his haste to get Nino warmed up, Jun had forgotten to tie the belt…revealing Nino’s slender body.
It was as if Jun had lost control of his hand. It had a mind of its own as Jun’s right hand trailed down Nino’s body, from his face, down his chest and towards his thighs. Jun could not help but gape in horror as he saw a huge red patch on Nino’s inner thighs, no doubt from the coffee incident the day before. And from the looks of it, Nino probably hadn’t applied any medication.
Jun sighed. His hand continued moving on their own, caressing the red patch. He didn’t stop until quite sometime later when he realized his face was obviously as red as Nino’s legs and an abnormally large bulge between his legs.
Retracting his hand as though it had been burnt, Jun got out of bed faster than lightning and headed straight to the bathroom, wanting to wash up… and solve that problem of his.
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With a plate of breakfast and a cup of coffee in hand, Jun used his back to push open the door to their private dining area. Jun sat himself down on the closest chair and started on his breakfast, when Aiba burst out in a fit of giggles.
Jerking his head upwards, Jun finally noticed the presence of his band mates. He saw Aiba with a video camera in hand, laughing like mad on what he was watching on the screen, with Sho and Ohno on either side, Sho face-palming while Ohno looked pretty embarrassed.
“Oi Aiba!” yelled Jun, pointing his knife at the group’s tallest member, “What the hell were you trying to do last night?!”
“I was doing you a favor!” said Aiba, “you should be thanking me,”
“Thanking you?” spat Jun, walking over to Aiba with his famous death glare on.
“Yes,” replied Aiba, obviously not knowing that he was going to be in deep shit, “It looks like you’re having fun too,”
“First of all, what the hell are you doing with my video camera?” questioned Jun, pointing the video camera in Aiba’s hands.
Pouting Aiba answered, “This is my video camera. I bought it yesterday, it’s exactly the same as yours,”
Then, all the pieces fit perfectly. Jun slapped his forehead as he realized how stupid he was. When he went to grab some clothes before taking a shower, Jun noticed that his video camera had been lying of the table, facing the bed. He had thought it was pretty strange since he recalled leaving his camera in his bag. And now when he realized Aiba had the same camera, everything became of clear: Aiba had recorded whatever happened between him and Nino using a camera which looked like his own so he wouldn’t suspect a thing!
How stupid can he get?
Charging up to the honey haired man, Jun grabbed his collar and shook him like mad. It was either Aiba was really stupid or plain crazy. Even in Jun’s death grip, Aiba couldn’t stop laughing. Jun was dying to punch him but a hand stopped him.
“Nino…” breathed Jun.
“No, let me punch him,”
All four AMOS members were shocked at the arrival of Nino, and were too stunned to react when Nino grabbed Aiba’s cup of orange juice and emptied it over Aiba’s head, “that’s for tricking me with the milk shake,”
Jun could not help but snigger at the sight of a drenched Aiba gaping like a goldfish, without thinking, he grabbed Ohno’s apple juice and handed it to Nino, “one more for leaving you unclothed in a bathtub of cold water,”
Nino gladly took the cup and was about to go for round two when he froze in shock, “You left me unclothed in a bathtub of cold water?!” shrieked Nino, emptying the second glass. Spinning around, Nino stared at Jun, his face the reddest possible, “that means you saw…” Nino trailed off.
(“Everything,” Aiba continued for Nino.)
Once again, Aiba failed to see the position his was in, “Cold water? The water was warm when I left you in it before I went for our concert!”
Jun face-palmed, “Aiba, do you know how long our concert lasts? The water would have cooled by the time I got back! And the tub was so full, Nino could have drowned!” he yelled at the group’s tallest member.
Guilt started showing on Aiba’s face as he hung in head in shame. But almost a second later, a stupid grin appeared on his face as he waved the camera in his hand, “Wanna know what Jun did to you last night?”
Four jaws dropped in horror. Firstly at Aiba for being able to say something like that despite having two death glares sent his way. Secondly because of what Aiba said.
“…How…how did you get the camera back anyway?” stuttered Jun, trying to lead the conversation away from what happened last night.
“I snuck in while you were in the toilet,” answered Aiba, still grinning like an idiot, “and that’s when I returned your stuff too,” continued Aiba, facing Nino.
Before Nino or Jun could strangle Aiba who was using Sho as a human shield, Ohno stepped in between the two parties. The brawl immediately halted. This was why he’s the leader.
“Aiba, delete that video,” commanded Ohno.
“But…!” whimpered Aiba.
But all it took was one stern look from Ohno for Aiba to nod. Turning to Jun, Ohno asked, “You didn’t do anything to Nino, right?”
“No, just pulled him out of the tub, dried him and carried him to the bed. That’s it,” said Jun, flushing a little.
(“Yeah right!” added Aiba)
Ohno nodded. Looking at Nino, Ohno placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Let’s pretend that nothing happened, okay?”
Nino gazed into Ohno’s eyes, and no matter how hard he tried, Nino couldn’t tear his eyes away. Why must Ohno be the one to ask him to pretend as if nothing had happened? He was the victim here! There was no way he can let it go just like that! But since Ohno was the one asking…
“…okay…” breathed Nino, still mesmerized by Ohno.
A sleepy grin appeared on Ohno’s face, “Okay, now that’s settled, we need to go for rehearsal,” he said to the rest of the group, “Nino,” he continued, addressing the song writer, “We’ll be needing more great songs from you,”
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Nino walked down one of the corridors in Tokyo Dome, trying to locate AMOS’ dressing room. The third door on your left was what one of the staff said, but Nino hadn’t even came across the first door.
“Nino?” he heard a voice calling him.
Great! Nino fumed in silence as he recognized the voice: Jun.
“What are you doing here?” asked Jun, walking briskly up to Nino.
“Delivering a new composition,” replied Nino flatly, refusing to meet Jun’s eyes as he held out the stack of papers in his hand. He saw Jun reach out, but to his surprise, instead of taking the papers, Jun grabbed his wrist.
“I know you’re up to something,” said Jun, using his other hand to lift Nino’s chin so they had eye-contact.
“No I’m not!”
“Yes, you are,”
Nino continued to fume as he debated on his options. How in the world did Jun know he was up to something anyway?
“Fine, but if I tell you, you would have to either join me, or be killed,” said Nino, folding his arms across his chest,”
“Tell me,”
Nino’s eye gleamed. It reminded Jun of those evil master minds in horror movies, and Jun started regretting wanting to know.
“Revenge,”
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Note: Not as much Sakuraiba as i hoped, but there's still some (if you squint very hard). I have to admit that the story isn't going where i was expecting it to go, but i promise it'll get back to the main story in the next chapt (and plenty of Sakuraiba too)
Correct me if i'm wrong, but the way Jun and Nino interact in the fic is kinda weird (does anybody else feel the same?)