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For: honeyporridge
From:yukitsubute
Title: Shadow play
Pairing/Focus: Aimiya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, slight bondage
Summary: Aiba visits Nino every Saturday, but unlike other customers Nino has, Aiba never sleeps with the other one. There are just a few kisses they share everytime, till Nino wants Aiba to be at his side forever. But Aiba has something to clear up before he can start anew.
Notes: Dearhoneyporridge, I gave my best with this story, and I really hope you will like it. It’s the first time writing Aimiya for me, and I hope I didn’t fail with it. <3 I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it. And of course a special thanks to my lovely beta <3
Saturday, 10th of August 1946
Aiba closed his eyes when he felt the summer breeze touching his face. Like every other Saturday, he was up at the small bar next to the bay. It was like a weekly ritual for him. He smiled slightly when he opened the door and slipped into the rather small room. It was smoky inside and a little jukebox on the other side of the room played some old jazz songs he only knew from his parent’s place.
He saw some old fishermen sitting around the table in the middle of the room, playing poker. Just like any other Saturday, the same music, the same waiters, and the same faces all around. Just one was missing - someone Aiba wanted to meet here just as he had every other Saturday. “Hey, Masaki.” Aiba winced when he heard the soft voice right behind him. He smiled. His belly did a few excited jumps when he felt a hand stroking down his back. Like every Saturday.
“May I buy you a drink?” Aiba turned around, facing the young man behind him. The guy nodded, biting his lips nervously. They walked up to the bar, ordering two whiskeys for them. “Thanks.” The husky voice sent shivers running down Aiba’s spine. He nodded at the other one, smiling slightly. “You’re welcome, Kazunari. How have you been during the last week?”
“I am okay. Lot of work, but it’s okay.” Nino shrugged his shoulders, sipping on his drink. He has gotten to know many men in his job and he hated most of them. It was always the same play. They came, mostly after a long fishing trip, were thirsty, drank a lot of alcohol, he talked with them, walked with them into his room, slept with them, earned some money for it, and they went away again. However, his Saturdays were different. Already early in the morning he felt the joyful jump in his belly and he could hardly wait till the door opened and Aiba came in. It was different from everything else he experienced till now. It was always progressed the same way. Aiba came, they drank something, they talked about what happened during the last week, and then they walked into Nino’s room, but nothing more happened between them than some soft kisses. When Nino asked the other why, he only answered, “Because I am here to talk and spend some time with you. I want to get to know you, Kazu. And I love kissing your lips.”
And so was it this time. After two drinks, they walked upstairs, slipping into Nino’s room. Nino sat down on the border of his bed, waiting till Aiba did the same. He smiled when he felt Aiba’s fingertips brushing his cheek, his thumb stroking his lips softly. “Hey.” Aiba said before he bent forward, caressing Nino’s lips with his. “Hey.” Nino whispered, closing his eyes to wait for more. They first kiss on every Saturday was insecure, shy, almost like two lovers who had just met for the first time.
Their lips brushed against each other, while their tongues started a playful fight. When they dissolved from each other both smiled. Aiba was the only man Nino wanted to sleep with, but they never did it till now. All the others were just part of his work, and even though Aiba was also paying for being with him, it didn’t feel like this. Nino wanted the other, he wanted Aiba to be his, but the other didn’t let him.
“Is it already time for you to leave?” Nino said after some more kisses and some almost shy embraces.
“Yes, I have to leave early tomorrow.” Aiba answered. He took Nino’s chin and raised his head a bit to look into the other one’s eyes directly. “I’ll come back next Saturday, I promise.” With that, he left. Like very Saturday.
Nino stayed there, staring out of the window. He wanted to run after the other one, but he couldn’t. In the end, it was his job, and he couldn’t give up on it, because he needed the money. He fisted his hand, the money in it creased, before he threw it against the wall. "Fucking money.” Nino panted heavily, the anger in him rising up. He wished to have a normal life, not living the one he had. He needed the money, and without this job, he would not survive. On the other hand, he wanted Aiba, he wanted to be with him, wanted to get to know him better.
Nino thought of him. Who was Aiba? What did he do? How did he live? Nino did not know the answer to that. Aiba would always question Nino about his life, but never told him about his own. What kind of man was Aiba?
Saturday, 17th of August 1946
It was a cold day. Aiba left his home earlier than usually. He hated the days were everything ended in a fight. He wanted to flee again, wanted to live in his own world. He never decided to go this way on his own. Everything was settled when he was only 10 years old. His father planned his future. It felt like every day he experienced was how his father wanted it to be.
Therefore, he ended up marrying the daughter of the town richest family. He never wanted it; he always wanted to be free, to live carefree, and to find his love on his own. In the end, he did. However, he couldn’t tell anyone about Nino, and about their once a week meeting. Aiba knew that his wife guessed that something was wrong, even though he never mentioned anything. Saturday – it was the day when he met up with friends to play poker. Everyone believed this story. And his father spent Saturday’s in the mountains with friends, so he never had the chance to follow him.
Aiba knew that he loved Nino dearly from the bottom of his heart, but he was married and even though he never loved that girl, as she deserved it, he couldn’t betray her. It was not possible. On the other hand, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist Nino much longer. He wanted him, he wanted to be with him, but he didn’t know how to get out of this situation without smashing everything into pieces. He knew that eventually he had to make a decision, to choose a way, but he tried to push this thought away, to wait till a solution would come to his mind.
He smiled when he entered the bar, waiting for Nino to share the evening with him. “Hey.” Aiba said, curling some of Nino’s hair between his fingers. “I waited for you.” Nino answered, pulling Aiba along with him into his room. He didn’t want to wait for him any longer. He wanted Aiba he wanted him now.
Aiba stumbled when the other pushed him into the room, closing the door behind them. Nino pressed him against the wall, searching for his lips to kiss him heatedly. Their tongues circled around each other, fighting for the absolute dominance. Nino pulled on Aiba’s clothes, but he stopped him. “No, please don’t, Kazu.” Aiba said, taking Nino’s hand in his.
“Fuck, Masaki. I am a whore. I get paid for fucking other men, and you come here and just want to talk to me, sharing some kisses like teenager?” Aiba saw the other one panting heavily. Something in him was breaking. He knew he couldn’t go on like this forever. He couldn’t come here every Saturday till he was 80 years old, sharing some kisses with Nino, and disappear again into his everyday life.
“Tell me, do you only want me to go to bed with you, or is there something deeper from your side?” Aiba pulled on the other one’s arm till he was sitting next to him. “I want you, Masaki. I want you to be mine.”
Aiba nodded at that. It was what he wanted to hear. “Can you do me a favor?” He asked after a while of silence. Nino nodded slowly at him. “Wait for me.” With that, Aiba stood up and left the room. He turned around for one last time. Nino nodded at him, a small smile around his lips.
The door closed, and Aiba had no idea how to solve things.
Saturday, 24h of August 1946
It was raining. The water drops were running down the window. Nino sat on the windowsill, staring outside. He waited. Like every Saturday. He didn’t even walk down to the bar, because he didn’t want to talk to any guest. It was Aiba’s day. The day, where he never had any other guest like Aiba. However, something in him twisted. He didn’t know what it was, but he had the feeling that Aiba wouldn’t come on this day. And he should be right. It was late after midnight, but the other one didn’t appear. Nino sighed deeply, still staring out of the window. He knew it.
Saturday, 31st of August 1946
Nino waited again – but the other one didn’t appear. He wanted to know what was going on, but he didn’t even know where to search for the other one. Aiba never told him who he really was and where he lived. Nino knew that many guests came from far away, so he couldn’t say where Aiba came from.
“Wait for me.” Aiba’s words were still in his mind. Maybe he just had to wait. Maybe he had to trust the other one. The sound of his voice was warm and tender, and Nino had the feeling that Aiba was honest with him. Maybe he needed some time to resolve some issues. In the end, it wasn’t easy to give up a life and live with a man.
Saturday, 7th of September 1946
Nino saw the tall body walking into the bar. He only saw him from behind, but he immediately knew it was Aiba. The way he walked, the way he articulated with his hands while he talked with someone. Nino smiled. He ran up to the other one, stroking his back softly.
Nino waited till the other one turned around slowly. He winced. Aiba’s lips were swollen, his eye blue. “What happened?” He asked, brushing the other’s lip softly. “Come.” He only said, searching for Aiba’s hand to guide him to his room.
“Can I sleep, Kazu? Just sleep and find some peace? I will tell you everything when I am able to. Is this okay?” Aiba lied down on the bed, waiting for an answer, his eyes already half closed. “Sure.” Nino just answered, staring at the other one.
His heart beat faster. What the hell happened to Aiba? Of course, he wanted to know immediately, but he also wanted the other one to rest if he needed it. He sat on his chair, waiting till the sun rose up. It was early in the morning when Nino woke up, still sitting on the chair. He saw Aiba turning in the bed, opening his eyes slowly.
“Hey.” Nino walked up to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Are you feeling better?” Aiba nodded. He touched his face every bone hurt him.
“I ran away. I fled from my former life. I have no family, no home anymore,” He said slowly, searching for Nino’s hand to find some warmth. He fought two weeks to escape from his former home. He told his wife about the things that bothered him, not knowing that she’d tell his father about it. He still felt his fists on his face, his feet kicking him as he lied on the floor. “You aren’t my son anymore.” It was the last thing he heard before he started running.
Nino just looked at him, brushing his thumb over Aiba’s palm softly. He listened closely to Aiba’s story. Gradually he understood why Aiba only came once a week, and why he never went any further than kissing him. He was married. He was taken, and Nino came between them. “I ruined your life.” He whispered.
“No, you make my life complete again. You gave me the chance to live again.” Aiba smiled, pushing the other one down to kiss him slightly.
Saturday, 7th of September 1947 – One year later
Nino walked out of the little apartment he and Aiba shared for some months. After Aiba decided to be by his side, their life changed. Aiba ran a little bakery and Nino helped him with it. It almost wasn’t enough to survive, but Aiba didn’t want the other one to work in the bar anymore, and after losing his family, Aiba also lost his job in his father’s company. It was as he said back then Aiba wasn’t a part of the family anymore. When they met on the street, his father did not even greet him. Of course, Aiba was hurt, but it was what he had chosen. And he didn’t regret it.
Nino wanted to enter the bakery, when he read a little note on there.
Closed today – private meeting
He didn’t know what was going on, and where the other one was, because he definitely wasn’t at home when Nino left the apartment. He went around the house, but Aiba was nowhere around. At the back entrance, he found another small note.
Kazu: Come home, there’s a surprise.
He blinked at that. What could that be? He headed back home, searching for the key in his pockets. What was Aiba planning here? He felt the nervousness rising up in him when he opened the door.
Silence. He couldn’t hear anything. There was no light in the room, and no noise, which told him that Aiba was at home. He walked into to their small living room. There he could hear it. A soft melody was filling the air. He smiled. He would never forget this song. It was the song they heard the first time they met, kissed, and the first time they slept with each other after the mess was settled. It was their song. Something special they shared with each other.
He walked into the room, where a single chair was placed, but the other one didn’t seem to be around. He walked up there yelling loudly when someone pulled on him from behind, forcing him to sit down on the chair. He couldn’t even react before his hands were pushed behind and a scarf went around them to chain him onto the chair. “My turn today.” He heard Aiba’s husky voice in his ear.
A joyful jump spread in his body and he tried to look at Aiba, who was still standing right behind him. He sighed when he felt Aiba’s lips caressing his neck, leaving some small butterfly kisses there. Nino tried to turn around to find the other one’s lips with his. He whined shortly when Aiba pulled away before he bent forward again, just to pull away again right before Nino was able to reach him. “Stop teasing me.” Nino complained, pouting at the other one. Aiba laughed shortly before he walked around the chair, kneeling in front of Nino. He smiled before he brushed the other one’s face, putting his lips on Nino’s. He smiled into the kiss, trying to deepen it with every second. Their lips stroked over each other, their tongues dancing around each other, fighting for dominance. Nino parted his lips more, letting Aiba slipping his tongue into his mouth. He smiled into the kiss, trying to deepen it much more as it was already. Aiba nibbled on the other one’s lower lips, biting softly into it, making Nino pant under his moves.
They just looked at each other for some moments and were lost in their own world, before Aiba stood up and walked to the table, which was standing right in front of the chair where the latter was sitting right now. Nino’s eyes grew wide when he saw what Aiba was to do there. “Masaki-chan.” He whispered, his palms growing wet as he looked at the other one.
Aiba smiled at him, sitting down on the table. His heart beat faster, and he had to swallow the knot in his throat, but it was what he had planned for this special day, and he wanted to make it like this now. He slipped out of his pants, throwing them somewhere on the ground. He liked how Nino was looking at him, not able to make a move. It was Aiba’s special plan he made for this day, because he knew that it was exactly what Nino wanted to try some time, and he could see in the other one’s face that he liked it. Nino licked his lips nervously, bobbing up and down on the chair.
Aiba smiled at that. He knew his lover, but he rarely saw him that excited. He opened his mouth a bit, just enough to slip his fingers into it, sucking them slowly. Nino panted heavily. His cock twitching in excitement when he looked at the other one. Aiba pulled them out, reaching down between his legs before he slowly started preparing himself. He moaned shortly and stopped, trying to get used to the intrusion. He moved his fingers in a slow rhythm till he felt that he was able to go on faster. He could see that Nino wanted to touch him, wanted to do anything, but he couldn’t because he wasn’t able to dissolve from the chair.
Aiba smiled at that. When he felt himself being ready, he walked up to the chair, kneeling down in front of it. He grinned when he started pulling down Nino’s pants. “You are already hard?” He smiled when he only heard Nino snorting something at him. Aiba leaned forward a bit, licking over the cock once, before he drew back again. He repeated that action some times, till he heard Nino whining. “Stop teasing, and go on.” He said, making the other one laugh again. Aiba stroked for some times from base to tip before he slowly started sucking the other one off. He knew Nino, and he knew exactly when he was getting closer. He pulled back, standing up again and leaving the room. “Where are you going?” Nino asked, sounding a bit desperate. “I am hungry.” Nino rolled his eyes. He wanted to shout at the other one, but he knew that Aiba was teasing him. Moreover, the more he would yell, the longer Aiba would need to come back.
Nino waited – his cock hard, ready to be touched. He breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself down. He looked at the watch. Aiba was gone for already 10 minutes. He concentrated on the minute hand, trying to distract himself from the need he felt. Finally, he heard some footsteps and Aiba was back in the room, still eating something.
“Did you have a nice time here?” he asked, stepping closer to Nino again. “Masaki…”Nino only said, panting heavily.
He saw Aiba coming closer; bending forward a bit, until their lips met each other. Nino winced when he felt the little ice cube changing from Aiba’s mouth into his, before they went into a battle of tongues. They fought around the cube before it melted in between the heat of their mouths.
Aiba licked away the small little water line on the corner of the other one’s lips, before he stood up just to sit back on Nino’s lap. He could see Nino closing his eyes, enjoying the soft touches he got here.
He breathed in deeply when he felt his cock gliding into Aiba gradually. The feeling overwhelmed him, and he started arching his back to get more of the friction.
Aiba started moving slowly, almost painful for Nino. He wanted him going faster, but with his hands tied up, he wasn’t able to control any move. He thought of going insane when he felt Aiba speeding up, rolling his hips in his lap.
It would not take them long Aiba knew it. He started bouncing up and down, stroking himself in rhythm with his own moves. His breathing got faster, and when he saw Nino biting his lips in excitement, he knew that the other one was close.
Nino yelled shortly when he came, sinking down a bit, trying to come down from his high. Aiba was still moving slowly on him, trying to find his own release. He leaned forward, biting Nino’s neck playfully before he searched for the other one’s lips again.
He moaned into the kiss when he felt the heat overwhelming him and he finally sank down, his head resting on Nino’s shoulders. “Happy anniversary” Aiba said between panting heavily.
Nino smiled at that, kissing Aiba sweetly, almost innocently to thank him for this present.
honeyporridgeFrom:
yukitsubuteTitle: Shadow play
Pairing/Focus: Aimiya
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut, slight bondage
Summary: Aiba visits Nino every Saturday, but unlike other customers Nino has, Aiba never sleeps with the other one. There are just a few kisses they share everytime, till Nino wants Aiba to be at his side forever. But Aiba has something to clear up before he can start anew.
Notes: Dear
honeyporridge, I gave my best with this story, and I really hope you will like it. It’s the first time writing Aimiya for me, and I hope I didn’t fail with it. <3 I really enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading it. And of course a special thanks to my lovely beta <3 Saturday, 10th of August 1946
Aiba closed his eyes when he felt the summer breeze touching his face. Like every other Saturday, he was up at the small bar next to the bay. It was like a weekly ritual for him. He smiled slightly when he opened the door and slipped into the rather small room. It was smoky inside and a little jukebox on the other side of the room played some old jazz songs he only knew from his parent’s place.
He saw some old fishermen sitting around the table in the middle of the room, playing poker. Just like any other Saturday, the same music, the same waiters, and the same faces all around. Just one was missing - someone Aiba wanted to meet here just as he had every other Saturday. “Hey, Masaki.” Aiba winced when he heard the soft voice right behind him. He smiled. His belly did a few excited jumps when he felt a hand stroking down his back. Like every Saturday.
“May I buy you a drink?” Aiba turned around, facing the young man behind him. The guy nodded, biting his lips nervously. They walked up to the bar, ordering two whiskeys for them. “Thanks.” The husky voice sent shivers running down Aiba’s spine. He nodded at the other one, smiling slightly. “You’re welcome, Kazunari. How have you been during the last week?”
“I am okay. Lot of work, but it’s okay.” Nino shrugged his shoulders, sipping on his drink. He has gotten to know many men in his job and he hated most of them. It was always the same play. They came, mostly after a long fishing trip, were thirsty, drank a lot of alcohol, he talked with them, walked with them into his room, slept with them, earned some money for it, and they went away again. However, his Saturdays were different. Already early in the morning he felt the joyful jump in his belly and he could hardly wait till the door opened and Aiba came in. It was different from everything else he experienced till now. It was always progressed the same way. Aiba came, they drank something, they talked about what happened during the last week, and then they walked into Nino’s room, but nothing more happened between them than some soft kisses. When Nino asked the other why, he only answered, “Because I am here to talk and spend some time with you. I want to get to know you, Kazu. And I love kissing your lips.”
And so was it this time. After two drinks, they walked upstairs, slipping into Nino’s room. Nino sat down on the border of his bed, waiting till Aiba did the same. He smiled when he felt Aiba’s fingertips brushing his cheek, his thumb stroking his lips softly. “Hey.” Aiba said before he bent forward, caressing Nino’s lips with his. “Hey.” Nino whispered, closing his eyes to wait for more. They first kiss on every Saturday was insecure, shy, almost like two lovers who had just met for the first time.
Their lips brushed against each other, while their tongues started a playful fight. When they dissolved from each other both smiled. Aiba was the only man Nino wanted to sleep with, but they never did it till now. All the others were just part of his work, and even though Aiba was also paying for being with him, it didn’t feel like this. Nino wanted the other, he wanted Aiba to be his, but the other didn’t let him.
“Is it already time for you to leave?” Nino said after some more kisses and some almost shy embraces.
“Yes, I have to leave early tomorrow.” Aiba answered. He took Nino’s chin and raised his head a bit to look into the other one’s eyes directly. “I’ll come back next Saturday, I promise.” With that, he left. Like very Saturday.
Nino stayed there, staring out of the window. He wanted to run after the other one, but he couldn’t. In the end, it was his job, and he couldn’t give up on it, because he needed the money. He fisted his hand, the money in it creased, before he threw it against the wall. "Fucking money.” Nino panted heavily, the anger in him rising up. He wished to have a normal life, not living the one he had. He needed the money, and without this job, he would not survive. On the other hand, he wanted Aiba, he wanted to be with him, wanted to get to know him better.
Nino thought of him. Who was Aiba? What did he do? How did he live? Nino did not know the answer to that. Aiba would always question Nino about his life, but never told him about his own. What kind of man was Aiba?
Saturday, 17th of August 1946
It was a cold day. Aiba left his home earlier than usually. He hated the days were everything ended in a fight. He wanted to flee again, wanted to live in his own world. He never decided to go this way on his own. Everything was settled when he was only 10 years old. His father planned his future. It felt like every day he experienced was how his father wanted it to be.
Therefore, he ended up marrying the daughter of the town richest family. He never wanted it; he always wanted to be free, to live carefree, and to find his love on his own. In the end, he did. However, he couldn’t tell anyone about Nino, and about their once a week meeting. Aiba knew that his wife guessed that something was wrong, even though he never mentioned anything. Saturday – it was the day when he met up with friends to play poker. Everyone believed this story. And his father spent Saturday’s in the mountains with friends, so he never had the chance to follow him.
Aiba knew that he loved Nino dearly from the bottom of his heart, but he was married and even though he never loved that girl, as she deserved it, he couldn’t betray her. It was not possible. On the other hand, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to resist Nino much longer. He wanted him, he wanted to be with him, but he didn’t know how to get out of this situation without smashing everything into pieces. He knew that eventually he had to make a decision, to choose a way, but he tried to push this thought away, to wait till a solution would come to his mind.
He smiled when he entered the bar, waiting for Nino to share the evening with him. “Hey.” Aiba said, curling some of Nino’s hair between his fingers. “I waited for you.” Nino answered, pulling Aiba along with him into his room. He didn’t want to wait for him any longer. He wanted Aiba he wanted him now.
Aiba stumbled when the other pushed him into the room, closing the door behind them. Nino pressed him against the wall, searching for his lips to kiss him heatedly. Their tongues circled around each other, fighting for the absolute dominance. Nino pulled on Aiba’s clothes, but he stopped him. “No, please don’t, Kazu.” Aiba said, taking Nino’s hand in his.
“Fuck, Masaki. I am a whore. I get paid for fucking other men, and you come here and just want to talk to me, sharing some kisses like teenager?” Aiba saw the other one panting heavily. Something in him was breaking. He knew he couldn’t go on like this forever. He couldn’t come here every Saturday till he was 80 years old, sharing some kisses with Nino, and disappear again into his everyday life.
“Tell me, do you only want me to go to bed with you, or is there something deeper from your side?” Aiba pulled on the other one’s arm till he was sitting next to him. “I want you, Masaki. I want you to be mine.”
Aiba nodded at that. It was what he wanted to hear. “Can you do me a favor?” He asked after a while of silence. Nino nodded slowly at him. “Wait for me.” With that, Aiba stood up and left the room. He turned around for one last time. Nino nodded at him, a small smile around his lips.
The door closed, and Aiba had no idea how to solve things.
Saturday, 24h of August 1946
It was raining. The water drops were running down the window. Nino sat on the windowsill, staring outside. He waited. Like every Saturday. He didn’t even walk down to the bar, because he didn’t want to talk to any guest. It was Aiba’s day. The day, where he never had any other guest like Aiba. However, something in him twisted. He didn’t know what it was, but he had the feeling that Aiba wouldn’t come on this day. And he should be right. It was late after midnight, but the other one didn’t appear. Nino sighed deeply, still staring out of the window. He knew it.
Saturday, 31st of August 1946
Nino waited again – but the other one didn’t appear. He wanted to know what was going on, but he didn’t even know where to search for the other one. Aiba never told him who he really was and where he lived. Nino knew that many guests came from far away, so he couldn’t say where Aiba came from.
“Wait for me.” Aiba’s words were still in his mind. Maybe he just had to wait. Maybe he had to trust the other one. The sound of his voice was warm and tender, and Nino had the feeling that Aiba was honest with him. Maybe he needed some time to resolve some issues. In the end, it wasn’t easy to give up a life and live with a man.
Saturday, 7th of September 1946
Nino saw the tall body walking into the bar. He only saw him from behind, but he immediately knew it was Aiba. The way he walked, the way he articulated with his hands while he talked with someone. Nino smiled. He ran up to the other one, stroking his back softly.
Nino waited till the other one turned around slowly. He winced. Aiba’s lips were swollen, his eye blue. “What happened?” He asked, brushing the other’s lip softly. “Come.” He only said, searching for Aiba’s hand to guide him to his room.
“Can I sleep, Kazu? Just sleep and find some peace? I will tell you everything when I am able to. Is this okay?” Aiba lied down on the bed, waiting for an answer, his eyes already half closed. “Sure.” Nino just answered, staring at the other one.
His heart beat faster. What the hell happened to Aiba? Of course, he wanted to know immediately, but he also wanted the other one to rest if he needed it. He sat on his chair, waiting till the sun rose up. It was early in the morning when Nino woke up, still sitting on the chair. He saw Aiba turning in the bed, opening his eyes slowly.
“Hey.” Nino walked up to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Are you feeling better?” Aiba nodded. He touched his face every bone hurt him.
“I ran away. I fled from my former life. I have no family, no home anymore,” He said slowly, searching for Nino’s hand to find some warmth. He fought two weeks to escape from his former home. He told his wife about the things that bothered him, not knowing that she’d tell his father about it. He still felt his fists on his face, his feet kicking him as he lied on the floor. “You aren’t my son anymore.” It was the last thing he heard before he started running.
Nino just looked at him, brushing his thumb over Aiba’s palm softly. He listened closely to Aiba’s story. Gradually he understood why Aiba only came once a week, and why he never went any further than kissing him. He was married. He was taken, and Nino came between them. “I ruined your life.” He whispered.
“No, you make my life complete again. You gave me the chance to live again.” Aiba smiled, pushing the other one down to kiss him slightly.
Saturday, 7th of September 1947 – One year later
Nino walked out of the little apartment he and Aiba shared for some months. After Aiba decided to be by his side, their life changed. Aiba ran a little bakery and Nino helped him with it. It almost wasn’t enough to survive, but Aiba didn’t want the other one to work in the bar anymore, and after losing his family, Aiba also lost his job in his father’s company. It was as he said back then Aiba wasn’t a part of the family anymore. When they met on the street, his father did not even greet him. Of course, Aiba was hurt, but it was what he had chosen. And he didn’t regret it.
Nino wanted to enter the bakery, when he read a little note on there.
Closed today – private meeting
He didn’t know what was going on, and where the other one was, because he definitely wasn’t at home when Nino left the apartment. He went around the house, but Aiba was nowhere around. At the back entrance, he found another small note.
Kazu: Come home, there’s a surprise.
He blinked at that. What could that be? He headed back home, searching for the key in his pockets. What was Aiba planning here? He felt the nervousness rising up in him when he opened the door.
Silence. He couldn’t hear anything. There was no light in the room, and no noise, which told him that Aiba was at home. He walked into to their small living room. There he could hear it. A soft melody was filling the air. He smiled. He would never forget this song. It was the song they heard the first time they met, kissed, and the first time they slept with each other after the mess was settled. It was their song. Something special they shared with each other.
He walked into the room, where a single chair was placed, but the other one didn’t seem to be around. He walked up there yelling loudly when someone pulled on him from behind, forcing him to sit down on the chair. He couldn’t even react before his hands were pushed behind and a scarf went around them to chain him onto the chair. “My turn today.” He heard Aiba’s husky voice in his ear.
A joyful jump spread in his body and he tried to look at Aiba, who was still standing right behind him. He sighed when he felt Aiba’s lips caressing his neck, leaving some small butterfly kisses there. Nino tried to turn around to find the other one’s lips with his. He whined shortly when Aiba pulled away before he bent forward again, just to pull away again right before Nino was able to reach him. “Stop teasing me.” Nino complained, pouting at the other one. Aiba laughed shortly before he walked around the chair, kneeling in front of Nino. He smiled before he brushed the other one’s face, putting his lips on Nino’s. He smiled into the kiss, trying to deepen it with every second. Their lips stroked over each other, their tongues dancing around each other, fighting for dominance. Nino parted his lips more, letting Aiba slipping his tongue into his mouth. He smiled into the kiss, trying to deepen it much more as it was already. Aiba nibbled on the other one’s lower lips, biting softly into it, making Nino pant under his moves.
They just looked at each other for some moments and were lost in their own world, before Aiba stood up and walked to the table, which was standing right in front of the chair where the latter was sitting right now. Nino’s eyes grew wide when he saw what Aiba was to do there. “Masaki-chan.” He whispered, his palms growing wet as he looked at the other one.
Aiba smiled at him, sitting down on the table. His heart beat faster, and he had to swallow the knot in his throat, but it was what he had planned for this special day, and he wanted to make it like this now. He slipped out of his pants, throwing them somewhere on the ground. He liked how Nino was looking at him, not able to make a move. It was Aiba’s special plan he made for this day, because he knew that it was exactly what Nino wanted to try some time, and he could see in the other one’s face that he liked it. Nino licked his lips nervously, bobbing up and down on the chair.
Aiba smiled at that. He knew his lover, but he rarely saw him that excited. He opened his mouth a bit, just enough to slip his fingers into it, sucking them slowly. Nino panted heavily. His cock twitching in excitement when he looked at the other one. Aiba pulled them out, reaching down between his legs before he slowly started preparing himself. He moaned shortly and stopped, trying to get used to the intrusion. He moved his fingers in a slow rhythm till he felt that he was able to go on faster. He could see that Nino wanted to touch him, wanted to do anything, but he couldn’t because he wasn’t able to dissolve from the chair.
Aiba smiled at that. When he felt himself being ready, he walked up to the chair, kneeling down in front of it. He grinned when he started pulling down Nino’s pants. “You are already hard?” He smiled when he only heard Nino snorting something at him. Aiba leaned forward a bit, licking over the cock once, before he drew back again. He repeated that action some times, till he heard Nino whining. “Stop teasing, and go on.” He said, making the other one laugh again. Aiba stroked for some times from base to tip before he slowly started sucking the other one off. He knew Nino, and he knew exactly when he was getting closer. He pulled back, standing up again and leaving the room. “Where are you going?” Nino asked, sounding a bit desperate. “I am hungry.” Nino rolled his eyes. He wanted to shout at the other one, but he knew that Aiba was teasing him. Moreover, the more he would yell, the longer Aiba would need to come back.
Nino waited – his cock hard, ready to be touched. He breathed in deeply, trying to calm himself down. He looked at the watch. Aiba was gone for already 10 minutes. He concentrated on the minute hand, trying to distract himself from the need he felt. Finally, he heard some footsteps and Aiba was back in the room, still eating something.
“Did you have a nice time here?” he asked, stepping closer to Nino again. “Masaki…”Nino only said, panting heavily.
He saw Aiba coming closer; bending forward a bit, until their lips met each other. Nino winced when he felt the little ice cube changing from Aiba’s mouth into his, before they went into a battle of tongues. They fought around the cube before it melted in between the heat of their mouths.
Aiba licked away the small little water line on the corner of the other one’s lips, before he stood up just to sit back on Nino’s lap. He could see Nino closing his eyes, enjoying the soft touches he got here.
He breathed in deeply when he felt his cock gliding into Aiba gradually. The feeling overwhelmed him, and he started arching his back to get more of the friction.
Aiba started moving slowly, almost painful for Nino. He wanted him going faster, but with his hands tied up, he wasn’t able to control any move. He thought of going insane when he felt Aiba speeding up, rolling his hips in his lap.
It would not take them long Aiba knew it. He started bouncing up and down, stroking himself in rhythm with his own moves. His breathing got faster, and when he saw Nino biting his lips in excitement, he knew that the other one was close.
Nino yelled shortly when he came, sinking down a bit, trying to come down from his high. Aiba was still moving slowly on him, trying to find his own release. He leaned forward, biting Nino’s neck playfully before he searched for the other one’s lips again.
He moaned into the kiss when he felt the heat overwhelming him and he finally sank down, his head resting on Nino’s shoulders. “Happy anniversary” Aiba said between panting heavily.
Nino smiled at that, kissing Aiba sweetly, almost innocently to thank him for this present.