ARASHI: FIC: [Aiba/Jun] [BONDAGE OF LOVE]

Title: [BONDAGE OF LOVE]
Series: ARASHI
Pairings: Aiba x MatsuJun
Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17. Maybe a light NC-17?
Warnings/spoilers: If you're reading Arashi fic, you probably know most of the warnings by now. This never happened, except in my fevered imagination. And even I'm embarrassed by it.
Author's Notes: You know who to blame. Except for the part where it was my idea, she just encouraged. Also, my fourth Arashi fic already. I just-- .... orz
(Again, serious titles are for losers.)
Originally posted: Here



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Perfectly painted nails pressed little half-moons into the skin of Aiba's shoulders on one hand while the other carded through dark blond hair, palm cradling the back of Aiba's head to draw him down for another thorough kiss. Aiba's tongue traced along Jun's bottom lip, before Jun nipped back at him, catching Aiba's lower lip between his teeth and tugging gently at it. Their mouths explored each other, they each licked at and tasted every corner they could reach, until they were both breathless.

Still hungry for more, it wasn't nearly enough yet, it was easy for Jun to wrap one leg around Aiba's hip, to pull him closer and demand more. Aiba was eager to comply, surging against him to grind his hips against Jun's, the friction sending a bolt of pure heat up his spine.

Aiba's hands snaked everywhere, up the length of Jun's thigh, hitching the leg higher and making more room for himself, over the bony curve of one hip, between their bodies to grasp at both their erections and stroking firmly. Jun's own hand soon joined Aiba's, directing him to a slightly faster, better, pace and then lower when he couldn't stand it anymore.

Long fingers trailed across sensitive skin, seeking the familiar hidden places, gently pushing at him until he was so hard and so in need of something more that he growled into AIba's mouth. He could feel Aiba grin unrepentantly against him, could feel Aiba's cock twitch eagerly against his leg, but he didn't care. Aiba really was too good at this, he could only make a mental note to scold him for it later, before the thought was gone and Aiba's fingers pressed insistently inside him.

"Naa, Matsujun," Aiba whispered hotly in his ear, sliding in a little further while his free hand held Jun still. "You look amazing like this. So much that I can barely stand it."

"I think I'm the one that should be saying that," Jun said, his grip on Aiba's arm hard enough to likely leave bruises. "You're taking too long, I'm getting impatient."

But Aiba only seemed to smile harder at him and kissed him hungrily once more, Jun's hand tangling in his hair again. The only sounds were the quiet, low pleased hums shared between them, barely an afterthought next to the building need for each other, until a tinny but shrill song suddenly blared out from somewhere.

For several moments--approximately three rings, Jun thought--Aiba properly ignored it and continued what he was doing. But on the fourth ring there was a short pause, like the caller giving up and they were just about to move foward again, when it started all over. Jun was pretty sure he was going to have to yell at whomever was calling, because it was not acceptable to--

Unless he was going to have to yell at Aiba instead for pulling away to leave over the side of the bed and rummage around for the phone in the pocket of his discarded pants. Jun stared at him, but it seemed that somehow Aiba didn't catch his very clear ARE YOU SERIOUS? look.

"Sorry, Matsujun," Aiba said reassuringly, his hand still holding Jun's hip for balance, thumb tracing small circles soothingly. "They're just going to keep calling, right? It's hard to focus with the noise, you know. Hello~?"

Jun could only blink at him in surprise.

"Captain! Oh... yakiniku with everyone.... That does sound fun... we should do that tomorrow, I can't today." Aiba's hair had fallen into his face as he tilted his head thoughtfully at whatever Ohno was saying, his free hand coming up (and away from Jun) to absently brush it away, which was when Jun started to reach for the phone, expression pulling into a scowl and fully intent on throwing it across the room.

"I can't today because I'm busy trying to screw Matsujun until he screams," Aiba said cheerfully, without a second thought, and completely managed to miss the world tilting precariously on its axis and the haze of red that covered everything. "Mmn! Tomorrow then! Ja ne~!"

It was a bit more difficult to miss the way Jun shot up as Aiba dumped the phone over the side of the bed again, the look of fury on his face, or the way Jun's fist connected suddenly and violently with his shoulder. (It would have likely connected with his face, but Aiba had experience with these sorts of things. Even if his brain didn't kick in in time to save him, his instinct to dodge spared him the worst of the damage.)

"Ow! What was-- Oh, shit this is bad--"

Aiba rolled away from the second hit, bringing him dangerously near the edge of the bed, hands up in front of him as a gesture of peace--or possibly a shield--and Jun obliged him with a well-placed shove that sent Aiba crashing to the floor in a very loud and very painful-sounding thump.

"Are you stupid?" Jun snapped, raking a hand through his hair, trying to settle it back into place. "What were you thinking?"

"I didn't think that--" Aiba started from the floor, not daring to get up just yet.

"Ahh, ahh, that's right. You didn't think." Wrapping one of the bedsheets around his waist, Jun stiffly rose to storm out of the room. "And you're going to call Captain back and tell him that you were joking and you suddenly remembered that I would kill you in a very painful way if I found out you said such a thing."

Behind him, Aiba quickly scrambled to follow after him, but not fast enough to avoid the bathroom door being slammed in his face.

"Jun-chan!" Aiba called through the door, a loud thud rattling the frame as he apparently slumped against it. "I'm sorry, ne? I didn't mean to make you mad. It's just Oh-chan, right? He doesn't even notice that sort of thing, he'll have forgotten by tomorrow!" Another thud as Aiba thumped his head against the door, his tone even more wheedling. "Jun-chan! You know how hard it is for me to stop in the middle! I'm sorr--"

With perhaps just slightly more force than strictly necessary, Jun twisted the shower knobs on, the rushing water drowning out whatever else Aiba had to say.

*

Half an hour and one very long shower later, Jun finally emergyed from the bathroom, not really that surprised to see Aiba still parked on his sofa waiting for him. He really was like a stray dog sometimes, Jun thought, not sure how kindly he meant the implications. Let him into your home once and he'll eventually make a mess, but still stick around no matter how much you hit him over the head.

"Are you still mad?" Aiba eyed him warily and stayed where he was.

Jun schooled his features to give nothing away, slightly mollified by Aiba's nervousness. "A little."

"But that's better than before, right?" Aiba stood and took a few cautious steps towards Jun, his best earnestly contrite expression turned up to full wattage. Jun watched him coolly, but didn't back away. "I'm really, really sorry, Jun-chan. I don't want you to be mad at me."

A small smile slipped through Jun's icy front, so Aiba sidled closer still, hands brushing along the waist of the loose pants Jun had put on.

"You're only sorry because you weren't finished yet."

"That's not true!" Aiba pouted at him.

One eyebrow raised in skepticism, Jun hooked his finger through the belt loop of Aiba's jeans. "So you were done for the evening then?"

"Well..." Aiba said softly, letting Jun lead him back down the hallway, taking far more interest in the exposed patch of skin along Jun's collarbone than in their conversation. "That's not true either...."

By the time they reached the bedroom again, Aiba couldn't stop touching him, practically latched onto him like a leech. Jun could feel his Aiba's excitement pressing against his hip and smiled a little.

"But you know...."

"Hm?" Aiba didn't bother to look up at him, even when Jun opened the middle drawer of his dresser, digging far into the back.

"I am still going to have to punish you a little." Jun turned towards him, a gleaming pair of handcuffs dangling from his fingers. "You won't learn your lesson otherwise."

He was never quite sure if that look in Aiba's eyes was intrigue or simply a willingness to do whatever was necessary to get laid. But, whichever it was, Aiba kissed him hungrily again and Jun let him. "I can do that," Aiba murmured against his lips, already tugging at both their clothes.

It was easy to get them both half-naked again, Aiba letting Jun push him down and straddle him while locking his wrists against the bed frame. It was even easier to lean over and kiss Aiba again, moving his own hips just so to feel exactly how badly Aiba wanted him. Jun slid down Aiba's long frame, lips and tongue leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses down his chest, Jun's hand sweeping the length of his cock, teasing him into further hardness.

"One more thing," he whispered against Aiba's stomach with the sly smile Jun knew he loved. He pulled out a thin silk scarf, holding it up, and crawled back up along Aiba's body, making sure to press firmly against his groin along the way. "You know how you can be too noisy sometimes, we don't want that to happen again, ne?"

The chain of the cuffs rattled as Aiba pulled against them, clearly wanting to touch Jun, and his eyes were large and dark with desire. "As long as we keep going."

Jun couldn't help the shiver that ran through him or the curl of heat pooling just below his stomach, but he pushed that aside for now. Leaning over for one more long kiss, Aiba's lips so demanding against his own, before gently tying the scarf into a gag. One more stroke down Aiba's length, his thumb swirling across the tip, and Jun sat back to eye him carefully.

"Mmn. Okay, that should do it." He ruffled Aiba's hair and stood briskly. "I'll be back for you in the morning, try not to cause too much trouble while I'm gone."

Then he left without a backwards glance at Aiba's stunned expression or his muffled shrieks.

*

OMAKE-TYPE THING!

The next morning, feeling maybe just a little bit guilty for having left his apartment and spent the entire night at Aiba's (since he wasn't in need of it at the time), Jun quietly let himself back into his place, a soft I'm home seeming almost too loud in the quiet as he slipped off his shoes.

Though, any guilt he might have felt quickly disappeared when he remembered why he had been mad in the first place.

Not that he was really that mad anymore, the punishment had been enough for Aiba's misactions. As Jun leaned against the doorway of the bedroom, Aiba's eyes slowly opened and his gaze drifted over to him and he found himself--again--thinking that maybe he'd been a little bit too harsh. Viciously, he squashed that thought down.

"And maybe now you'll think before you say something stupid."

Stretching out his long, long limbs, obviously stiff from being locked up all night, Aiba merely watched quietly as Jun sat next to him and untied the scarf to set it aside. When he reached for the silver cuffs around Aiba's hands, something was dark and serious in his eyes.

"I don't think you should be the one to unlock me, Jun-chan."

Jun's fingers froze against Aiba's wrist, contact barely more than a feather's touch. "Eh? Why not?"

"Because I've been thinking about this all night," he said slowly. "Alllll night. And as soon as you take these off, I'm going to tackle you to the bed and what we were going to do last night will seem like nothing."

Jun stilled for a long minute, Aiba patiently watching him in return, quiet settling over them like a heavy blanket.

"Ah, I see," Jun answered softly, looking away for a moment. "I guess that's how it is then, it can't be helped." He lightly trailed fingers down Aiba's still shirtless chest, leaning over to follow up with his mouth, kisses slow and unhurried. Aiba made a strangled noise under him, tensing painfully.

"Don't tease like this, Jun-chan, it's cruel."

Moving back up, Jun licked at the hollow of Aiba's throat, his heartbeat fluttering against Jun's tongue. "It's only cruel if you don't plan to follow through," he murmured with a smirk and reached up to undo the catches on the cuffs. He didn't have to look up to sense Aiba's disbelief or feel the coiling of muscles under his hands.

Sure enough, the instant his hands were free, Aiba was true to his word. He swiftly wrapped one arm around Jun, flipping them both over so that Jun landed on his back with a slight oof, Aiba's surprisingly heavy frame pinning him to the bed. His leg slithered between Jun's, pressing high and firmly, his voice light and yet lethal in Jun's ear.

"You know, I'm not mad at you, either," Aiba said, his teeth nipping at the shell of Jun's ear, who tipped his head for better access. "But I'm definitely serious about what I said. I'm not going to let you off until you scream for me."

Whatever Jun's response might have been was lost as Aiba's lips and tongue traced their way along his jaw and across his mouth, not bothering to ask for permission before invading in. Jun made a low noise in the back of his throat and arched against him.

"Right, just like that," Aiba said hotly against the side of his face. "Only louder."

Jun just yanked him back over instead of bothering to reply, fusing them back together, even knowing it still wouldn't be enough to shut Aiba up. But, he supposed, as revenges went, this wasn't the worst.