The Fantastic Five
Title: The Fantastic Five
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: Aiba/Sho, Jun/Ohno
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Yatterman was out looking for crime when he happened to run into someone... very special.
Notes: This is a fic trade with rsk110 who asked for Yatterman/CM!Aiba-chan.:D I basically did what I wanted with the characters, so I apologize. And not betaed.
It was a fairly slow day for Yatterman, who was combing the streets in his most common disguise, that of the newscaster Sho Sakurai (a job he did to his fullest so that no one would ever suspect his real identity). In fact it was slower than slow, even considering that recently his regular crime fighting jobs didn’t seem to amount to much more than saving cats from trees, but today even the pigeons were behaving, not even glancing at the lunch a little girl had left unattended on a park bench.
Yatterman rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his eyebrows furrowed as he watched the birds for any suspicious movements, determined to do at least one good deed today. He had tried to help an old woman across the street ten minutes ago and had been mistaken for a pervert instead, only earning him a few sharp hits with a heavy bag (she was obviously carrying dumbbells inside of it).
As his attention was just started to drift off into the clouds, wondering why the world was against him and his irrepressible urges to do good, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise behind him, followed by a series of coughs. Someone was in trouble!
Before any more damage could be done, he ripped off his clothes to reveal his usual sparkling white jumper underneath, almost skin tight on him just for the purpose of always being able to wear it, even when he was on TV. It took a second to put on his hat, gloves, and mask (which he carried in a briefcase that was also part of his disguise), but it wasn’t too late when he was ready to focus on the distressed woman and noticed her clutching her throat. He ran over to her, and the woman next to her, as fast as his feet would carry him, managing not to trip on a stray rock in his path (although he may have stumbled a little).
He swung his head around quickly to take in the situation, but there didn’t seem to be any adversaries in sight, so instead he asked, “Miss? Are you okay?” and placed a steady hand on her shoulder out of habit as the two girls stared at him in surprise. He checked her features to determine whether she had been affected by poison or not, but she simply coughed again before explaining.
“My throat is burning… it’s just so cold outside today,” she managed in a hoarse voice, and it was obvious that she had indeed been affected by the weather.
Yatterman was a little disappointed it wasn’t something more serious than that, but he tried to clear his mind by telling himself that this was his chance, his first good deed of the day.
But alas, it was not to be.
“I’m so sorry,” he started to reply slowly, now dropping his hand from her shoulder and averting his gaze. “I don’t carry medicine with me, nor do I have any special abilities that would be of use to you in this particular situation…” the words trailed off as he began thinking of what to do. “But I could take you to a hospital,” he ended with positively, nodding his head enthusiastically at her despite her look of caution.
“No need for that!” another voice suddenly broke in, and Yatterman turned along with the woman to find the most beautiful person he had ever seen, despite his long list of both superhero and supervillain acquaintances.
Dressed all in white, not unlike himself (in fact, Yatterman thought, it’s as if we were made to match), with a jaunty red scarf and black headband to keep his unruly brown hair in place, the man introduced himself as AIBACHAN! with a flourish of movement and a cool pose that was immediately negated a second later as he came towards them with a weak jump that almost ended in a face plant.
The woman blinked at his approach, staring at him with the same open awe that Yatterman was, while her friend looked ready to faint.
“I can help you,” Aiba-chan said brightly, then pulled out a small throat drop from his belt pouch and meticulously unwrapped it with gloved hands (although two of the finger areas were cut open to make his job easier), before turning back to her. “Say ah!”
She followed the directions manually, still staring at the newly arrived stranger, and he put the small piece gingerly into her mouth. It wasn’t even three seconds later when she suddenly melted, smiling happily, and raised her hand to her throat in surprise.
“It feels better!”
The man’s face slipped into a satisfied grin and he nodded at her before turning to Yatterman and holding out his hand.
“Thank you for your help, sir!”
Yatterman was confused by this, since in reality he had done nothing to help, but he was never one to be impolite, so instead he smiled back and shook the offered hand vigorously.
“You are indeed a worthy ally, Aiba-chan.”
“Not Aiba-chan. It’s Aibachan!”
He didn’t really understand that either, but apologized under his breath and grasped Aiba-chan by the shoulder with his free hand. “I’m very grateful for your aid! I’m Yatterman, also known as Sho Sakurai!” he reveled, finding himself with an indebted feeling despite their short relationship. In this case, it was only right to revel his secret identity to gain favor from his fellow superhero (and maybe learn a few things himself).
“Wow, that’s great, Shochan!”
Yatterman opened his mouth to reply, but found that no words came to mind. In fact he felt blood rush to his cheeks at being called such an endearing name by this beaming epitome of all that was good in the world.
But he wasn’t often flustered such as this, and therefore made the awkward mistake of being unable to allow Aiba-chan to pull away when he naturally tried to.
His smile didn’t falter, though, and instead of calling him a pervert (which he might have been a little), Aiba-chan offered enthusiastically, “I’m still on patrol now. Why don’t we go together?”
That idea was the best one he thought he had ever heard, so Yatterman said yes quickly (only stuttering a bit) , and finally released Aiba-chan in order to turn around to retrieve his clothes and briefcase from where he had left it at his hiding place from a few minutes earlier.
“You really shouldn’t leave your clothes lying around like this, Shochan! They could get wrinkled,” Aiba-chan chided, kneeling down to properly fold them before Yatterman could do anything to stop him. He felt himself blush again as the beautiful man handled his clothes, wondering what those gloved hands would feel like handing the ones he was wearing too, or even… underneath them.
His face got hot again when Aiba-chan looked up at him, and this time he couldn’t stop from feeling completely guilty about the dirty thoughts he was having about this spotlessly clean, good, perfect superhero.
“Well, Shochan!, are you ready?” he asked as he stood up, handing the briefcase that now housed the folded clothes over to Yatterman, and just for a second he also wondered where Aiba-chan’s disguise had been left (because every superhero had one without exception), but just then a new cry could be heard across the park, followed by suspiciously familiar coughing.
“Oh! Someone needs our help!” Aiba-chan exclaimed first, looking over to the forested area around the park, and the two of them forgot all about everything else, dropping all unnecessary items as they raced off in sync, already acting as a completely compatible team.
“There!” Yatterman called out as they cleared the first few trees, pointing to where they could hear hacking that didn’t stop even as they neared. Once they went deeper, two other men could be seen, the flashier one bent over grasping his throat while the overly tanned one hovered above him with worry written clearly on his features.
“Shochan! We have to help them!” Aiba-chan called out, pausing only to grab onto Yatterman’s upper arm hard, as if he needed to convey his earnestness, but Yatterman paused again as his eyes met one of the victim’s.
“Satoshi-kun! Jun-kun!” he exclaimed, recognizing two of his crime fighting friends (who had retired several years ago to settle down and get married-Jun had been against the wedding dress, but Satoshi had convinced him somehow, which seemed to be one of his more powerful superhero abilities) and wondering whether they had been the target of an attack or if the situation was just coincidence. Either way, he needed to save them!
“Oh, it’s Sho-kun!” the sleepy eyed Satoshi replied as he looked up, still leaning over Jun, who hadn’t let go of his throat or ceased the hacking cough that hurt Yatterman’s own throat just listening to it. “Don’t worry, Jun,” Satoshi tried to comfort him, patting his shoulder and looking down at him again only somewhat less anxiously, “Sho-kun’s here.”
“That’s Shochan! But yes, we’re here to help!” Aiba-chan cut in with a pose identical to the one he had performed five minutes earlier (in time, Sho would learn there was only one pose), before preparing for his single jump towards the pair.
But before he could get into the air, something flew at him, expanding and wrapping around him like a rope pulled by invisible puppet masters, tying his arms around his back and pulling his ankles tight together before leaving him suspended in the air as he was.
Suddenly silent, all four men turned to where a dark figure had stepped out from behind a tree opposite them, a curvy, devious smirk on the newcomer’s lips.
“Pocky-man!” Yatterman cried, pointing at the leather clad supervillain, wondering what in the world he was doing here, as he was rarely seen outside of the natural habitation of his living room. “And what do you want with Aiba-chan?!”
Completely ignoring Yatterman, as if he wasn’t even consequential enough to give his attention to, Pocky-man stared straight at the superhero hanging helplessly in the air and said in a low voice, “We meet again, my eternal nemesis Aibachan!”
“Ninochan!” Aiba-chan called back with a surprised expression, staring at his opponent with wide eyes. “I thought we weren’t getting together until next Wednesday!”
Pocky-man glared at him, then at Yatterman who took a defensive position in front of him, forgetting his other two friends for a moment (which seemed okay because Jun had stopped coughing, and with Satoshi’s power of persuasion, he knew that they would make it out alright if things turned for the worst).
Ignoring the previous statement, Pocky-man asked, “And who’s this?” as he continued to glare at Yatterman, hatred radiating off of him like a bad stench. “You’re new eternal nemesis?!”
“Ninochan! You know it’s not like that! You’re the only nemesis for me,” Aiba-chan replied worriedly, and Yatterman’s head jerked over into his direction, feeling as if he had just stepped right in the middle of a lover’s quarrel.
His heart broke a little at that realization and, once he realized that Aiba-chan was completely serious, his head fell forward and he stared at his shoes sadly, more depressed than he had probably ever been until now (because, you see, Yatterman’s intrinsic natural of bringing out the good in the world also left him with a positive attitude that could only ever be affected by something quite serious like this, or for example, waking up naked on his apartment’s veranda).
But luckily enough his depression was short lived when Aiba-chan said, “He’s my new superhero partner, Ninochan! Isn’t his taste in clothes great? And he’s got cute lips.”
Yatterman blushed deeply and with sparkling eyes he turned shyly back to Aiba-chan (who was still hanging in the air sort of awkwardly, chocolate from the rope-type weapons staining his bright white clothes) and asked in a quiet voice, “Really?”
Finally Aiba-chan faced him and smiled wide enough to show all of his perfectly (matching) white teeth. “Of course, Shochan! We’re a team now, right?”
Before he could even avidly accept the offer, Pocky-man seemed to teleport to right in front of them, pulling Aiba-chan easily through the air behind him and blocking him from Yatterman’s view with his body.
“No!” He tried to reach out to stop him, but Pocky-man held up his hand warningly and Yatterman had no choice but to pause, not wanting to put his new partner in danger already. “Aiba-chan!” he called helplessly.
“It’s Aibachan!” Pocky-man corrected for him, then turned back to the confined superhero with a wicked smile and pulled him closer by the red scarf secured around his neck. “And do you really think he’s good enough for you?” he asked Aiba-chan, their faces only inches apart, the bigger man bent at an awkward angle since his feet still didn’t touch the ground.
There was no answer and in fact he looked quite confused at the question, so Pocky-man slunk around behind him, keeping his hand on Aiba-chan’s shoulder as if to warn Yatterman not to try anything rash, and then faced him himself as he finally pushed Aiba-chan down onto his knees and wrapped his arms around his neck so that his hands were resting on his chest.
“Do you think you’re good enough?” he asked him next, and Yatterman didn’t have an answer either because it wasn’t ever a question he really pondered. Self-worth was a hard topic for him, mostly due to the fact that he had such a deep desire to do good in every fiber of his body and therefore hadn’t put much thought into anything outside of that box.
Trying to make a decision on what to do, Yatterman turned his gaze to Aiba-chan for help, but found himself caught in his pretty, big eyes that were staring right back at him.
“Do you think you’re good enough for my perfect little sexy Masaki-chan?” Pocky-man repeated with a more teasing tone, slipping his hands across the chest to the zipper of Aiba-chan’s suit and slowly undoing it more than halfway down his torso, revealing delicious looking skin that was shimmering with sweat.
Yatterman couldn’t stop staring and was even farther from an answer than before.
Struggling to pull his hands free from behind his back, Aiba-chan resisted when Pocky-man pulled the jumper apart to reveal a dark nipple, and even whined in a very sexy voice, “Ninochan! I told you not to do that anymore!”
Pocky-man made an annoyed sound first, then smirked at Yatterman’s flushed expression and chuckled, “Maybe I’ll have better luck with him.” He stepped away from Aiba-chan and made some quick movements with his hands, producing two pieces of chocolate pocky, the same weapons that had held Aiba-chan now.
He threw them towards Yatterman even as Aiba-chan yelled for him to move, but before they could expand, Yatterman dove forward and caught both of them in his mouth in succession, chomping down and swallowing them before they could do any harm (luckily enough, an iron stomach was another one of his super abilities).
“Impossible!” Pocky-man cried out in surprise, but just as he pulled another pair, Satoshi’s quiet voice drifted from a few feet away, where the other pair of superheroes had been completely forgotten during the confrontation.
“Pocky-man-san,” he started calmly, and Yatterman knew that tone, the one that no one could resist. “Your couch is lonely without you. I’m sure you could take care of this later, so why don’t you go keep it company for now?”
The supervillain turned to face Satoshi and Jun, who were sitting on the ground, Jun still rubbing his throat while Ohno rubbed his back. He frowned once, then hmphed, folding his arms across his chest with the pieces of pocky still in his grip.
“It was too much trouble to leave anyway, and I didn’t mean to be out for so long,” he replied pointedly and turned to Yatterman, as if this was all his fault. “So I guess I’ll take my leave before things get too troublesome. Although I really did want to see what was hidden under that mask,” he added, not removing his eyes from the other man’s face.
He turned around once and backed away from Aiba-chan several steps before eating his pocky in three meaningful bites. Then he pointed at Yatterman with his newly freed hand. “This is not the last you’ll see of me! Any of you!” He looked around at the four men, directing his finger at each of them in a sort of challenge, then ended on Aiba-chan, who was still held by his pocky ropes and kneeling on the ground. “Masaki! Wednesday at 8! I’ll kick your ass at Wii Party! Bring the new pretty boy if you want!”
And then he was gone as if he had never been there in the first place.
Yatterman rushed towards Aiba-chan as soon as the coast was clear and pulled at the bonds holding his arms and legs. They didn’t come off immediately, but he had more than enough room in his stomach left for seconds, so he ate them away as fast as he could, just in case Satoshi’s super powers rubbed off before Pocky-man made it home and returned here instead.
Once he was free, Aiba-chan turned to him and wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing their bodies flush together in a strong hug.
“Sho… you saved me…” he whispered, and even though Yatterman thought he hadn’t really, he wasn’t below accepting the affection that Aiba-chan was showering on him, and was glad for that when he was pushed onto the ground and drowned in a deep kiss of appreciation. As he opened his mouth and closed his eyes, one of his hands tangled in the unruly brown hair, and Aiba-chan moaned against him, doing naughty things to both his body and mind.
They were interrupted by a cleared throat from Jun, who coughed pathetically afterwards, and (although he was distracted again by the bared chest that he noticed as soon as he opened his eyes) Yatterman didn’t stop Aiba-chan from standing and dashing over to the them, hurriedly pulling a throat drop out of his pocket. He undid it with the same concentrated and fumbled movements as earlier, then held out the bared drop as he knelt in front of Jun. (One of Jun’s superpower was The Sneeze of Doom, so it was too bad that it had been his throat affected instead of his nose; it would have been over a lot faster that way.)
“Say ah,” he requested, and placed it on Jun’s tongue, causing him to take a deep sigh of relief. “Did Ninochan! do that to you?” Aiba-chan asked after a short pause, obviously not liking the idea at all.
“I think so, but I’m not sure…” Jun managed past the hard candy in his mouth. “He was probably just trying to lure you out once he noticed you with Sho-kun.”
“You mean Shochan!?”
“Uhm… sure?” Jun raised his eyebrows, and looked at Yatterman for confirmation. He hadn’t actually decided whether he liked his new nickname or not, but if was for Aiba-chan, he might just have to create another persona. “Are you really going to meet him on Wednesday?” he continued incredulously, as if he couldn’t fathom why he was friends with a supervillain like that.
“Oh, yeah!” Aiba-chan smiled his customary bright smile. “He usually beats me at Wii Party, but I’m way better at Wii Golf! Don’t worry, Ninochan! isn’t a bad guy, he just acts that way to get attention or something,” he added as an afterthought. “But he gets jealous pretty easily, so that’s probably why he came out today.”
Jun still looked unbelieving and Yatterman knew exactly how he felt, although he also knew that he was wrapped around Aiba-chan’s finger already and that he wouldn’t be able to argue with him much if they were going to stay together as partners (and maybe something more). If he wanted to be friends with a supervillain, all he could was watch his back and make sure nothing terrible happened.
“Well, that’s another good deed finished!” Aiba-chan sounded pleased and turned back to Yatterman as if they had been working together for years. “Ready to go back on patrol, Shochan!?”
Standing quickly (as he was still splayed out in the position that Aiba-chan had left him), Yatterman scrambled to pull himself together and suddenly made his own pose, ambition taking over his body at the mentioned of doing something good. But at least this way he wouldn’t be bored alone with waiting for crime to happen.
“I’m ready, Aiba-chan-“ he started, but was interrupted, and not for the last time.
“It’s Aibachan! I know the pronunciation is hard, but you need to practice it if you want to be partners, Shochan!”
“Aibachan!”
“Closer. Come on, we can practice while we wait for crime to take place! I have a good exercise for your tongue,” he grinned mischievously, then grabbed Yatterman’s hand and led the way back through the trees towards the park, leaving Satoshi and Jun right back where they found them.
“At least he’s not completely useless,” Jun mused as he sucked on his drop, turning to Satoshi and pulling the smaller man into his arms. “Maybe between the two of them they’ll do something constructive.”
“If they can keep their hands off of each other,” Satoshi added with a grin of his own, then snuggled into Jun’s embrace, thinking of the reason that the two of them had retired in the first place. It was difficult to fight crime in those tight suits anyway, but it was nearly impossible when your partner was wearing one too.
But they came off easily enough, so maybe they should be making a bet on whether Sho’s intrinsic urge to do good overcame the perversion that would no doubt come out along with his new partner.
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A/N: Hi guys! I'm sort of back! Back from my trip at least. It was really good! I have two more trades to post, so after that I think I'll be going back to the ninja story, so don't worry! ^__^
As for this, my original idea was mostly porn, but I haven't been able to write anything easily for a while, so I just went with what came out. It's supposed to be crack, but sometimes I can't tell whether I succeeded or not. >_< And it's been a while since I wrote any sakuraiba too, so I'm glad I was able to make a comeback in a fun way~
New prequel here.
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: Aiba/Sho, Jun/Ohno
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Yatterman was out looking for crime when he happened to run into someone... very special.
Notes: This is a fic trade with rsk110 who asked for Yatterman/CM!Aiba-chan.:D I basically did what I wanted with the characters, so I apologize. And not betaed.
It was a fairly slow day for Yatterman, who was combing the streets in his most common disguise, that of the newscaster Sho Sakurai (a job he did to his fullest so that no one would ever suspect his real identity). In fact it was slower than slow, even considering that recently his regular crime fighting jobs didn’t seem to amount to much more than saving cats from trees, but today even the pigeons were behaving, not even glancing at the lunch a little girl had left unattended on a park bench.
Yatterman rubbed his chin thoughtfully with his eyebrows furrowed as he watched the birds for any suspicious movements, determined to do at least one good deed today. He had tried to help an old woman across the street ten minutes ago and had been mistaken for a pervert instead, only earning him a few sharp hits with a heavy bag (she was obviously carrying dumbbells inside of it).
As his attention was just started to drift off into the clouds, wondering why the world was against him and his irrepressible urges to do good, he suddenly heard a cry of surprise behind him, followed by a series of coughs. Someone was in trouble!
Before any more damage could be done, he ripped off his clothes to reveal his usual sparkling white jumper underneath, almost skin tight on him just for the purpose of always being able to wear it, even when he was on TV. It took a second to put on his hat, gloves, and mask (which he carried in a briefcase that was also part of his disguise), but it wasn’t too late when he was ready to focus on the distressed woman and noticed her clutching her throat. He ran over to her, and the woman next to her, as fast as his feet would carry him, managing not to trip on a stray rock in his path (although he may have stumbled a little).
He swung his head around quickly to take in the situation, but there didn’t seem to be any adversaries in sight, so instead he asked, “Miss? Are you okay?” and placed a steady hand on her shoulder out of habit as the two girls stared at him in surprise. He checked her features to determine whether she had been affected by poison or not, but she simply coughed again before explaining.
“My throat is burning… it’s just so cold outside today,” she managed in a hoarse voice, and it was obvious that she had indeed been affected by the weather.
Yatterman was a little disappointed it wasn’t something more serious than that, but he tried to clear his mind by telling himself that this was his chance, his first good deed of the day.
But alas, it was not to be.
“I’m so sorry,” he started to reply slowly, now dropping his hand from her shoulder and averting his gaze. “I don’t carry medicine with me, nor do I have any special abilities that would be of use to you in this particular situation…” the words trailed off as he began thinking of what to do. “But I could take you to a hospital,” he ended with positively, nodding his head enthusiastically at her despite her look of caution.
“No need for that!” another voice suddenly broke in, and Yatterman turned along with the woman to find the most beautiful person he had ever seen, despite his long list of both superhero and supervillain acquaintances.
Dressed all in white, not unlike himself (in fact, Yatterman thought, it’s as if we were made to match), with a jaunty red scarf and black headband to keep his unruly brown hair in place, the man introduced himself as AIBACHAN! with a flourish of movement and a cool pose that was immediately negated a second later as he came towards them with a weak jump that almost ended in a face plant.
The woman blinked at his approach, staring at him with the same open awe that Yatterman was, while her friend looked ready to faint.
“I can help you,” Aiba-chan said brightly, then pulled out a small throat drop from his belt pouch and meticulously unwrapped it with gloved hands (although two of the finger areas were cut open to make his job easier), before turning back to her. “Say ah!”
She followed the directions manually, still staring at the newly arrived stranger, and he put the small piece gingerly into her mouth. It wasn’t even three seconds later when she suddenly melted, smiling happily, and raised her hand to her throat in surprise.
“It feels better!”
The man’s face slipped into a satisfied grin and he nodded at her before turning to Yatterman and holding out his hand.
“Thank you for your help, sir!”
Yatterman was confused by this, since in reality he had done nothing to help, but he was never one to be impolite, so instead he smiled back and shook the offered hand vigorously.
“You are indeed a worthy ally, Aiba-chan.”
“Not Aiba-chan. It’s Aibachan!”
He didn’t really understand that either, but apologized under his breath and grasped Aiba-chan by the shoulder with his free hand. “I’m very grateful for your aid! I’m Yatterman, also known as Sho Sakurai!” he reveled, finding himself with an indebted feeling despite their short relationship. In this case, it was only right to revel his secret identity to gain favor from his fellow superhero (and maybe learn a few things himself).
“Wow, that’s great, Shochan!”
Yatterman opened his mouth to reply, but found that no words came to mind. In fact he felt blood rush to his cheeks at being called such an endearing name by this beaming epitome of all that was good in the world.
But he wasn’t often flustered such as this, and therefore made the awkward mistake of being unable to allow Aiba-chan to pull away when he naturally tried to.
His smile didn’t falter, though, and instead of calling him a pervert (which he might have been a little), Aiba-chan offered enthusiastically, “I’m still on patrol now. Why don’t we go together?”
That idea was the best one he thought he had ever heard, so Yatterman said yes quickly (only stuttering a bit) , and finally released Aiba-chan in order to turn around to retrieve his clothes and briefcase from where he had left it at his hiding place from a few minutes earlier.
“You really shouldn’t leave your clothes lying around like this, Shochan! They could get wrinkled,” Aiba-chan chided, kneeling down to properly fold them before Yatterman could do anything to stop him. He felt himself blush again as the beautiful man handled his clothes, wondering what those gloved hands would feel like handing the ones he was wearing too, or even… underneath them.
His face got hot again when Aiba-chan looked up at him, and this time he couldn’t stop from feeling completely guilty about the dirty thoughts he was having about this spotlessly clean, good, perfect superhero.
“Well, Shochan!, are you ready?” he asked as he stood up, handing the briefcase that now housed the folded clothes over to Yatterman, and just for a second he also wondered where Aiba-chan’s disguise had been left (because every superhero had one without exception), but just then a new cry could be heard across the park, followed by suspiciously familiar coughing.
“Oh! Someone needs our help!” Aiba-chan exclaimed first, looking over to the forested area around the park, and the two of them forgot all about everything else, dropping all unnecessary items as they raced off in sync, already acting as a completely compatible team.
“There!” Yatterman called out as they cleared the first few trees, pointing to where they could hear hacking that didn’t stop even as they neared. Once they went deeper, two other men could be seen, the flashier one bent over grasping his throat while the overly tanned one hovered above him with worry written clearly on his features.
“Shochan! We have to help them!” Aiba-chan called out, pausing only to grab onto Yatterman’s upper arm hard, as if he needed to convey his earnestness, but Yatterman paused again as his eyes met one of the victim’s.
“Satoshi-kun! Jun-kun!” he exclaimed, recognizing two of his crime fighting friends (who had retired several years ago to settle down and get married-Jun had been against the wedding dress, but Satoshi had convinced him somehow, which seemed to be one of his more powerful superhero abilities) and wondering whether they had been the target of an attack or if the situation was just coincidence. Either way, he needed to save them!
“Oh, it’s Sho-kun!” the sleepy eyed Satoshi replied as he looked up, still leaning over Jun, who hadn’t let go of his throat or ceased the hacking cough that hurt Yatterman’s own throat just listening to it. “Don’t worry, Jun,” Satoshi tried to comfort him, patting his shoulder and looking down at him again only somewhat less anxiously, “Sho-kun’s here.”
“That’s Shochan! But yes, we’re here to help!” Aiba-chan cut in with a pose identical to the one he had performed five minutes earlier (in time, Sho would learn there was only one pose), before preparing for his single jump towards the pair.
But before he could get into the air, something flew at him, expanding and wrapping around him like a rope pulled by invisible puppet masters, tying his arms around his back and pulling his ankles tight together before leaving him suspended in the air as he was.
Suddenly silent, all four men turned to where a dark figure had stepped out from behind a tree opposite them, a curvy, devious smirk on the newcomer’s lips.
“Pocky-man!” Yatterman cried, pointing at the leather clad supervillain, wondering what in the world he was doing here, as he was rarely seen outside of the natural habitation of his living room. “And what do you want with Aiba-chan?!”
Completely ignoring Yatterman, as if he wasn’t even consequential enough to give his attention to, Pocky-man stared straight at the superhero hanging helplessly in the air and said in a low voice, “We meet again, my eternal nemesis Aibachan!”
“Ninochan!” Aiba-chan called back with a surprised expression, staring at his opponent with wide eyes. “I thought we weren’t getting together until next Wednesday!”
Pocky-man glared at him, then at Yatterman who took a defensive position in front of him, forgetting his other two friends for a moment (which seemed okay because Jun had stopped coughing, and with Satoshi’s power of persuasion, he knew that they would make it out alright if things turned for the worst).
Ignoring the previous statement, Pocky-man asked, “And who’s this?” as he continued to glare at Yatterman, hatred radiating off of him like a bad stench. “You’re new eternal nemesis?!”
“Ninochan! You know it’s not like that! You’re the only nemesis for me,” Aiba-chan replied worriedly, and Yatterman’s head jerked over into his direction, feeling as if he had just stepped right in the middle of a lover’s quarrel.
His heart broke a little at that realization and, once he realized that Aiba-chan was completely serious, his head fell forward and he stared at his shoes sadly, more depressed than he had probably ever been until now (because, you see, Yatterman’s intrinsic natural of bringing out the good in the world also left him with a positive attitude that could only ever be affected by something quite serious like this, or for example, waking up naked on his apartment’s veranda).
But luckily enough his depression was short lived when Aiba-chan said, “He’s my new superhero partner, Ninochan! Isn’t his taste in clothes great? And he’s got cute lips.”
Yatterman blushed deeply and with sparkling eyes he turned shyly back to Aiba-chan (who was still hanging in the air sort of awkwardly, chocolate from the rope-type weapons staining his bright white clothes) and asked in a quiet voice, “Really?”
Finally Aiba-chan faced him and smiled wide enough to show all of his perfectly (matching) white teeth. “Of course, Shochan! We’re a team now, right?”
Before he could even avidly accept the offer, Pocky-man seemed to teleport to right in front of them, pulling Aiba-chan easily through the air behind him and blocking him from Yatterman’s view with his body.
“No!” He tried to reach out to stop him, but Pocky-man held up his hand warningly and Yatterman had no choice but to pause, not wanting to put his new partner in danger already. “Aiba-chan!” he called helplessly.
“It’s Aibachan!” Pocky-man corrected for him, then turned back to the confined superhero with a wicked smile and pulled him closer by the red scarf secured around his neck. “And do you really think he’s good enough for you?” he asked Aiba-chan, their faces only inches apart, the bigger man bent at an awkward angle since his feet still didn’t touch the ground.
There was no answer and in fact he looked quite confused at the question, so Pocky-man slunk around behind him, keeping his hand on Aiba-chan’s shoulder as if to warn Yatterman not to try anything rash, and then faced him himself as he finally pushed Aiba-chan down onto his knees and wrapped his arms around his neck so that his hands were resting on his chest.
“Do you think you’re good enough?” he asked him next, and Yatterman didn’t have an answer either because it wasn’t ever a question he really pondered. Self-worth was a hard topic for him, mostly due to the fact that he had such a deep desire to do good in every fiber of his body and therefore hadn’t put much thought into anything outside of that box.
Trying to make a decision on what to do, Yatterman turned his gaze to Aiba-chan for help, but found himself caught in his pretty, big eyes that were staring right back at him.
“Do you think you’re good enough for my perfect little sexy Masaki-chan?” Pocky-man repeated with a more teasing tone, slipping his hands across the chest to the zipper of Aiba-chan’s suit and slowly undoing it more than halfway down his torso, revealing delicious looking skin that was shimmering with sweat.
Yatterman couldn’t stop staring and was even farther from an answer than before.
Struggling to pull his hands free from behind his back, Aiba-chan resisted when Pocky-man pulled the jumper apart to reveal a dark nipple, and even whined in a very sexy voice, “Ninochan! I told you not to do that anymore!”
Pocky-man made an annoyed sound first, then smirked at Yatterman’s flushed expression and chuckled, “Maybe I’ll have better luck with him.” He stepped away from Aiba-chan and made some quick movements with his hands, producing two pieces of chocolate pocky, the same weapons that had held Aiba-chan now.
He threw them towards Yatterman even as Aiba-chan yelled for him to move, but before they could expand, Yatterman dove forward and caught both of them in his mouth in succession, chomping down and swallowing them before they could do any harm (luckily enough, an iron stomach was another one of his super abilities).
“Impossible!” Pocky-man cried out in surprise, but just as he pulled another pair, Satoshi’s quiet voice drifted from a few feet away, where the other pair of superheroes had been completely forgotten during the confrontation.
“Pocky-man-san,” he started calmly, and Yatterman knew that tone, the one that no one could resist. “Your couch is lonely without you. I’m sure you could take care of this later, so why don’t you go keep it company for now?”
The supervillain turned to face Satoshi and Jun, who were sitting on the ground, Jun still rubbing his throat while Ohno rubbed his back. He frowned once, then hmphed, folding his arms across his chest with the pieces of pocky still in his grip.
“It was too much trouble to leave anyway, and I didn’t mean to be out for so long,” he replied pointedly and turned to Yatterman, as if this was all his fault. “So I guess I’ll take my leave before things get too troublesome. Although I really did want to see what was hidden under that mask,” he added, not removing his eyes from the other man’s face.
He turned around once and backed away from Aiba-chan several steps before eating his pocky in three meaningful bites. Then he pointed at Yatterman with his newly freed hand. “This is not the last you’ll see of me! Any of you!” He looked around at the four men, directing his finger at each of them in a sort of challenge, then ended on Aiba-chan, who was still held by his pocky ropes and kneeling on the ground. “Masaki! Wednesday at 8! I’ll kick your ass at Wii Party! Bring the new pretty boy if you want!”
And then he was gone as if he had never been there in the first place.
Yatterman rushed towards Aiba-chan as soon as the coast was clear and pulled at the bonds holding his arms and legs. They didn’t come off immediately, but he had more than enough room in his stomach left for seconds, so he ate them away as fast as he could, just in case Satoshi’s super powers rubbed off before Pocky-man made it home and returned here instead.
Once he was free, Aiba-chan turned to him and wrapped his arms around his neck, bringing their bodies flush together in a strong hug.
“Sho… you saved me…” he whispered, and even though Yatterman thought he hadn’t really, he wasn’t below accepting the affection that Aiba-chan was showering on him, and was glad for that when he was pushed onto the ground and drowned in a deep kiss of appreciation. As he opened his mouth and closed his eyes, one of his hands tangled in the unruly brown hair, and Aiba-chan moaned against him, doing naughty things to both his body and mind.
They were interrupted by a cleared throat from Jun, who coughed pathetically afterwards, and (although he was distracted again by the bared chest that he noticed as soon as he opened his eyes) Yatterman didn’t stop Aiba-chan from standing and dashing over to the them, hurriedly pulling a throat drop out of his pocket. He undid it with the same concentrated and fumbled movements as earlier, then held out the bared drop as he knelt in front of Jun. (One of Jun’s superpower was The Sneeze of Doom, so it was too bad that it had been his throat affected instead of his nose; it would have been over a lot faster that way.)
“Say ah,” he requested, and placed it on Jun’s tongue, causing him to take a deep sigh of relief. “Did Ninochan! do that to you?” Aiba-chan asked after a short pause, obviously not liking the idea at all.
“I think so, but I’m not sure…” Jun managed past the hard candy in his mouth. “He was probably just trying to lure you out once he noticed you with Sho-kun.”
“You mean Shochan!?”
“Uhm… sure?” Jun raised his eyebrows, and looked at Yatterman for confirmation. He hadn’t actually decided whether he liked his new nickname or not, but if was for Aiba-chan, he might just have to create another persona. “Are you really going to meet him on Wednesday?” he continued incredulously, as if he couldn’t fathom why he was friends with a supervillain like that.
“Oh, yeah!” Aiba-chan smiled his customary bright smile. “He usually beats me at Wii Party, but I’m way better at Wii Golf! Don’t worry, Ninochan! isn’t a bad guy, he just acts that way to get attention or something,” he added as an afterthought. “But he gets jealous pretty easily, so that’s probably why he came out today.”
Jun still looked unbelieving and Yatterman knew exactly how he felt, although he also knew that he was wrapped around Aiba-chan’s finger already and that he wouldn’t be able to argue with him much if they were going to stay together as partners (and maybe something more). If he wanted to be friends with a supervillain, all he could was watch his back and make sure nothing terrible happened.
“Well, that’s another good deed finished!” Aiba-chan sounded pleased and turned back to Yatterman as if they had been working together for years. “Ready to go back on patrol, Shochan!?”
Standing quickly (as he was still splayed out in the position that Aiba-chan had left him), Yatterman scrambled to pull himself together and suddenly made his own pose, ambition taking over his body at the mentioned of doing something good. But at least this way he wouldn’t be bored alone with waiting for crime to happen.
“I’m ready, Aiba-chan-“ he started, but was interrupted, and not for the last time.
“It’s Aibachan! I know the pronunciation is hard, but you need to practice it if you want to be partners, Shochan!”
“Aibachan!”
“Closer. Come on, we can practice while we wait for crime to take place! I have a good exercise for your tongue,” he grinned mischievously, then grabbed Yatterman’s hand and led the way back through the trees towards the park, leaving Satoshi and Jun right back where they found them.
“At least he’s not completely useless,” Jun mused as he sucked on his drop, turning to Satoshi and pulling the smaller man into his arms. “Maybe between the two of them they’ll do something constructive.”
“If they can keep their hands off of each other,” Satoshi added with a grin of his own, then snuggled into Jun’s embrace, thinking of the reason that the two of them had retired in the first place. It was difficult to fight crime in those tight suits anyway, but it was nearly impossible when your partner was wearing one too.
But they came off easily enough, so maybe they should be making a bet on whether Sho’s intrinsic urge to do good overcame the perversion that would no doubt come out along with his new partner.
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A/N: Hi guys! I'm sort of back! Back from my trip at least. It was really good! I have two more trades to post, so after that I think I'll be going back to the ninja story, so don't worry! ^__^
As for this, my original idea was mostly porn, but I haven't been able to write anything easily for a while, so I just went with what came out. It's supposed to be crack, but sometimes I can't tell whether I succeeded or not. >_< And it's been a while since I wrote any sakuraiba too, so I'm glad I was able to make a comeback in a fun way~
New prequel here.