fic for lysanderpuck

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For: lysanderpuck
From: alphie_damiek

Title: A Page from the Garden of Earthly Delights
Pairing/Focus: Nino/everyone, side Aiba/Sho, Jun/Sho, Aiba/Ohno, basically everyone/everyone
Rating: NC-17 for language and sexual situations
Warnings: Polyamory, rimming, dirty talk, biting, spanking
Summary: Nino, Aiba, and Jun spend their nights going from club to club, finding people as free as they are, no strings attached.
Notes: For the wonderful lysanderpuck! I used your prompt “Aiba/Nino/Jun as club kids”, and hopefully this fic is as wild and inhibited as you wanted the boys to be. Thanks to my wonderful beta for keeping me on task throughout the process. Please note: although this is set in a rave/club setting, there will be no drug use in this fic, just cigarettes and booze.


Well, this was some bullshit.

And not the typical bullshit that Nino had acquianted himself with from years of dealing with Aiba. No, it wasn’t like that time Aiba thought it would be a great idea to bring sticky notes to the club and attach them to the backs of “potential” men and women, with varying colors to indicate how much of an easy lay the person would be.

No, this was a new level of bullshit and if Nino was any stronger a person, he would have dragged himself and Aiba and Jun back to his and Jun’s apartment so they could just fuck each other and not leave another Saturday night wasted.

Dubbed “club roulette”, it involved them going from club to club, looking for suitable dance (and bed) partners, and if they found someone worth trying to pick up within 10 minutes, they could stay. But if after 10 minutes they couldn’t find anyone, they’d move on to another club.

Because that’s what they were about. None of them were looking for relationships, just a dark dance floor, good music, and a nice fuck at the end of a long week. It’s just that somehow, somewhere along the way, the three of them had trusted each other enough to keep in touch, to stick around. But that didn’t stop their want to find other people to sleep with. If anything, it only elevated it, made it more like a sport that you played with your teammates; teammates who you occasionally fucked if the game went sour.

So Nino, with his luck on par with any other night this month, had to follow along as Aiba took them from Club Deviate to The Wani Room and now, here they were: House of Zebra, one of the kinkiest non-BDSM clubs in the city. Jun had ditched them to go try his luck with a guy at The Wani Room who looked like he worked as an uptight assistant to the vice president of a Fortune 500 business. So really, someone right up Jun’s alley.

And while Nino wasn’t accustomed to going to a place like House of Zebra, it wasn’t like Nino wasn’t going to say “no”. It was a place filled with heavy bass and tacky neon lights that bounced against the walls. People were dressed in leather outfits and skimpy Halloween-esque costumes. The dance floor looked and smelled like an orgy, the air filled with promises. Well, maybe he’d be lucky tonight.

He made his way to the middle of the dance floor and danced by himself, slowly letting the music control his movements. He let his hips take over because he couldn’t help himself: he knew he had a small ass, but he knew how to use it. Bless YouTube videos and good porn, the best references the Internet had to offer.

He felt a possessive hand grab onto his waist. Looking down, Nino could make out a set of very slender, very beautiful fingers. He raised his arms and scooted back, grinding against the man behind him, running his hands through the person’s short hair and giving a tug, just to see what kind of reaction he’d get. The man bit the back of Nino’s neck, and he ground even harder, not even caring if the man behind him came in his pants, just as long as their blood was pounding at the same beat as the music that was around them.

Now this is what he was looking for. Nino could feel his body relax even further, and he let himself go, let his body release the stress from working 70-hour weeks every week this past month and the negativity from the lack of sex.

The man’s teeth slid across the side of Nino’s neck, and he bent his head back, letting it rest on the other man’s shoulder. The man had a round face, the sweat making his face shine with the neon laser lights. Nino wanted to taste it. He opened his mouth just the tiniest bit, offering himself, and the man took his chance, devouring Nino, letting his hands get more aggressive on the front of Nino’s pants.

Nino broke them apart so he could turn around give the guy a proper look.

“I’m Ohno,” was the first thing he shouted. Nino liked the way it rolled off his own tongue when he repeated it, only slightly louder than the music around them.

“That’s a nice name,” he answered, giving Ohno a quick kiss before twining their hands together and tugging Ohno away from the dance floor.

*******

When Aiba found him, he was in the back alley, with his face against the wall and Ohno’s face in his ass. He’d already given Ohno a condom (one in each pocket plus the wallet because you never know) and by now he usually would have navigated Ohno’s dick to his ass and gotten the show over with, but Ohno’s tongue was good.

Aiba, unfazed by the scene unfolding, called out to Nino and came closer. If he had something smart to say, he kept it to himself.

“Nino, I’m just going to head home now. You going to be OK?” Nino could tell Aiba wanted to laugh, and he knew that Aiba may have wanted to join in, but behind him he could feel Ohno get up and put both of his arms around Nino, so it didn’t seem like this guy was in a sharing mood tonight. Aiba brought out his hand and Nino couldn’t believe that the guy, still rock hard behind him, actually reached over to shake his hand, introducing himself to Aiba. Were they seriously doing this right now?

Nino pouted and wriggled his hips against Ohno, breaking Aiba and Ohno’s handshake. “The fuck, Aiba. I’m pretty sure I’ll be OK. Now, can you please? And text Jun for me while you’re at it, let him know I’ll be back at our apartment later.” In the back of his mind, Nino wished it were Jun who had found them. At least he would have known better than to start a conversation during someone else’s foreplay.

A few minutes later and Ohno was thrusting roughly into Nino, fucking him at a pace that reminded him of those videos of women getting fucked by machines: relentless, demanding, furious, all in the best way. Before Nino came, Ohno slowed his pace and turned Nino’s head to face his.

“Your name is Nino?”

Nino laughed.

*******

It was neon paint night at Morning Light, and in the middle of making out with a woman with bright yellow contacts and matching face paint that reminded him of the sun, Aiba pulled Nino away from her and towards a corner near the bar. Through the loud music, he yelled into Nino’s ear that he had someone Nino should meet, someone Aiba had met at this bar a few days ago, adding a couple of winks for extra emphasis. And even thought Nino was having a good time with that girl, he wasn’t skeptical about Aiba’s recommendation: Aiba usually had good taste in friends and an even better taste in bed partners, and it wouldn’t be the first time Nino got Aiba’s sloppy seconds (Jun was the first).

When Aiba finally stopped walking, the first thing Nino noticed was the man’s face. He was covered in bright pink paint, some of it on his cheeks and around his eyes. He followed the trail of paint as it went from his neck to his chest, where there were different colors around his chest and abs, and even more colors on his crotch. He went back to the man’s face and took a good look at his lips. Immediately, Nino thought of how good those lips would look around a cock, but once he saw those lips curve into a smirk, coupled with the penetrating gaze the man was giving Nino as Aiba introduced them (“This is Sho! You know, like flying!”), Nino knew he’d be dealing with someone who was more in a taking mood tonight.

And fuck, was Nino willing to give.

*******

By the time they crossed the threshold into Nino’s apartment, Nino was pretty sure he could come once he took his pants off. He didn’t care about staining his bed sheets with paint (he knew it was the washable kind) as he dragged Sho into bed with him, Sho’s mouth stuck to his neck and his hands busy with removing his clothing, then Nino’s. By the time they were both naked, Nino’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness and he could take in everything: Sho’s hard body, his thick cock as it moved just the slightest with every shaky breath. They were both wet with sweat and neon paint. Nino let Sho turn him around, keeping Sho occupied with the sight of his ass as he reached for a condom on the side table. He hissed when he felt Sho’s hand whip itself against his ass, but instead of retreating, he thrust his ass up even higher.

And when Sho entered him, Nino was almost dizzy from the way Sho had prepared him, the bites on his back probably as red as his ass, still stinging from Sho’s hands. Nino raised himself onto his elbows, feeling Sho drape over his back, sucking against his shoulder. Sho retreated and grabbed onto Nino’s hips and went faster, leaving more marks for tomorrow.

*******

Jun made a point of not looking at Sho as he left the apartment. And even half-asleep, Nino noticed.

“You know him?” he asked, a few seconds after the front door had closed.

Jun put his mug down. “Yeah, from work.”

Nino scoffed. “Really? And you don’t care?” As part of their group “game plan”, they’d made it a point not to visit any clubs or bars that were within a few stops of Jun’s workplace. Jun just shrugged as he lit up a cigarette from a pack that Nino doesn’t recognize as Jun’s usual smoke of choice.

“No, I’m not worried. Sakurai’s a total tight-ass at work, so whatever’s motivated him to go to the same kinds of places as us is really his problem. Although,” he paused to let the nicotine set in, “I wouldn’t mind seeing what that ass of his can do.” He stared pointedly at Nino, who only gave the tiniest of grins in response before he headed to the bathroom.

It was when he was in the shower, letting the warm water sober him up, feeling the slight sting as the water hit the sore spots on his back, that he noticed specks of neon pink paint still attached to his dick.

*******

He really didn’t feel like going out, but he couldn’t say no to Aiba’s offer of paying for the first round, so here he was, latched on to Jun (who was also goaded into going, but said he wasn’t in the mood to go looking for someone, which Nino took as an OK to be clingy with him tonight), relying on the feeling of Jun’s big hands around his hips as they both sipped on beers and watched as Aiba grabbed another person to dance with. Nino watched, hypnotized.

Because that was the thing with Aiba: he was a klutz, he was silly to the point of being stupid and vice versa, and he couldn’t seduce worth a damn when he was trying, but it was when he wasn’t trying that you could really see him in his element, watch his long limbs snake their way around you, beckon you closer until you were trapped and that’s when he’d take over, taking you in and undoing you on the dance floor. It’s what brought Jun to them all those years ago. And it’s everything else that man had to offer, his blinding, unwavering friendship, that kept them both here.

When Aiba caught someone for the next song, Nino’s eyes widened and he tugged Jun closer. “I know that guy!” he yelled into Jun’s ear as he pointed to the smaller man in front of Aiba, with the short brown hair and the brightly colored sandals, the one who was running his hands along Aiba’s belt as they danced.

Just then, Ohno’s gaze drifted and settled on Nino’s. He stared at Nino, smiling and slowly moving his hands closer to Aiba’s ass. Nino smiled in response and raised his glass.

*******

Nino took his time picking out an outfit (tight pants or the tightest pants, that was the question) while he let Jun and Aiba argue over where to go tonight. By the time he reached the kitchen, he was able to catch Aiba and Jun agree to go to Club Mandrake, which was two stops away from Aiba’s work and, based on Aiba’s recommendation, a haven for all types of party people.

“Yeah, let’s all go!” Aiba said. “I’ll invite Ohno and Sho to come with us.”

Nino turned away from the open fridge, closing it slowly, but with a tad more force than he had intended.

“Wait. You’re inviting those two?” He locked eyes with Jun, not Aiba, as he asked this. Jun just shrugged.

Aiba moved from the couch to the table, sitting next to Jun and placing himself in Nino’s line of vision. “What’s wrong? You don’t want to go out with a bigger group?”

“No. But maybe things are getting, you know, complicated…”

Aiba rested his chin on his hands, not looking as worried as Nino thought he should. He grinned, that sly grin that meant that he knew something, a secret that should be obvious to you but obviously wasn’t, and he was enjoying being privy to that secret information.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, Nino. I’m pretty sure they’re not the clingy type. That’s your job, anyway.” He stuck his tongue out at Nino and pulled out his phone.

“I’ll invite them anyway. We can talk about it and see how it goes. If they’re looking for a relationship or whatever, we’ll toss them, I guess. It’ll be our loss, though.” Aiba sighed as he finished typing up a text. “They’re both great in bed, but I don’t see how we can’t be friends with them.”

Nino watched Jun nod in agreement, before he slowly nodded his head as well.

*******

Jun, Aiba, and Nino got to the club early, and by the time Nino found Sho, the other man was grinding against a tiny woman dressed only in a skimpy bathing suit with a matching tutu. They passed a tiny glow ring between each other using nothing but their tongues. The lights were flashing against Sho’s body, wrapping around the muscles showing through his tight shirt. When the song ended, Nino didn’t wait for her to leave and sauntered over to Sho, whose hands went straight to Nino’s ass and squeezed. Nino bit his lip, leading them into the next song. It was slower than the last, but it had a beat that was perfect for fucking on the dance floor.

“So, you like ‘em small?” Nino asked through the thumping dance set and the collective stomping of feet across the dance floor.

He felt Sho smirk across his cheek. “I don’t care about their size,” he began, running his finger along the back seam of Nino’s pants.

“I just like them tight.”

Nino moaned right into Sho’s mouth before laughing and letting Sho lead them through the song. He paid attention to the way Sho latched onto his neck, the way his teeth traveled along his throat. His own hands grabbed Sho’s shirt, and maybe he was a little possessive with his grip.

“Where are your friends?” Sho asked as he looked around, keeping his grip tight on Nino’s hips.

Nino shook his head. “Fuck them, let’s just get out of here.”

Sho led them out the door and Nino flagged down the taxi that would take them back to his place. The entire ride there, Sho was latched onto Nino’s throat, leaving bite marks everywhere. They said nothing as they crashed through Nino’s front door, the sound of them kissing mixed in with the sounds of the kitchen clock ticking and the ambiance of Tokyo at night through his bedroom window.

When Nino found his voice again, he was straddling Sho and two inches away from hitting a home run. But he paused, attempted to slow his breathing, then spoke.

“What is this to you?” He tried to sound ambivalent, tried to remember that, depending on Sho’s answer, this would probably be the last time Nino would see him.

Sho sat up, tugging Nino closer so that their chests were touching. Nino closed his eyes and felt Sho’s breath across his face before Sho kissed him, slowing easing him onto his cock and thrusting gently to get Nino used to the feeling. Nino lost it then, bouncing on Sho’s lap as Sho met him with hard thrusts that could have sent him to the moon.

Nino came hard, knocking out just as his head hit the pillows.

*******

Sho answered him the next morning.

“I am in it for the long run,” he started. Nino’s body stiffened, and he hoped Sho hadn’t noticed.

“I mean,” he continued, “I’m willing to make this as casual as you want it to be. For as long as you want it to last.”

Nino was not a hopeless romantic. At least, not in any kind of traditional sense. He believed in love, he believed in romance, but he knew of heartbreak and he remembered all the times when things fell apart between his fingers. He wasn’t ready to fall in real love yet, but he wanted all the physical stuff that came with it.

The only thing he could do was kiss Sho in response.

He followed Sho out to the kitchen. Almost immediately, Jun’s door opened, and Nino gaped as Jun, Ohno, and Aiba walked out in various states of undress. He watched as Jun took out a cigarette and offered the pack to Sho, who took one and moved close to Jun’s face to light his cigarette using Jun’s. Aiba grabbed a set of glasses and filled them with water, offering them to the guests while Jun took out a bottle of hangover pills. Ohno just yawned in his seat.

Everyone turned as Nino laughed, sitting himself between Sho and Ohno.

“This is the best fucking friendship ever. Literally.”