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ohmiyaday! And there are more reveals up at fivesomeaday. Yay! I must admit to wallowing in all the fic. I rolled in it. There was girl!Arashi. There was genderswap!Arashi (that could probably be blamed on Aiba). There was crack and sweetness and general awesomery being perpetrated. I'm honestly surprised that I did as well as I did.
And now, since I have been betrayed by comms, I am posting my entries. *patpat* I hope you didn't think it was new stuff. Up first--the Fivesomes.
Clusterfuck
According to magazines and interviews, Arashi spent Valentine's Day sincerely thanking their fans for their support and reminiscing about years gone by that were full of little red boxes full of chocolates and little pink-cheeked girls full of nervous courage and hope. According to the official sources, Arashi spent Valentine's Day wondering about girls and marriage and discussing the different—and romantic—ways that they might one day receive that Very Special chocolate.
In reality they spent the night fucking each other until nobody could stand.
There was no sweetness, no tenderness, and no control. It couldn't even be described as something as orderly as an orgy; the most it could boast of for organization was that as all the clothes got torn impatiently off, the lube came out. And even then it was all greed and lust. It defined greed and lust. It was almost scary and definitely dangerous.
Privately Sho thought he was the one who cared the most about what this was and what it meant. And care he did, but that didn't mean that he wasn't currently dragging a fighting, protesting Ninomiya out of whoever was underneath him and rolling him over so that he could get his own dick into Nino's ass.
"Fuck," Nino wailed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"I'm going to," Sho promised him darkly. He licked Nino's chest as he lined himself up. "You taste like Aiba's cock," he said and then, "Fuck." He fought to keep his knees under him as somebody caught his hips and jerked him back.
"It's your own fault for having your ass in the air like that," said Ohno from somewhere behind him. His voice was soft but sharp with something dark and menacing. It was the voice that had given rise to the flint-hard gaze and silver-quick knife of Maou. Sho lost his battle for balance and fell forward, shivering.
There was one standing rule in all of it: Once a condom was on it stayed on until it needed to come off.
Sho knew the rule was there for a number of reasons (one of which was Nino's cheapness, another of which was Jun's OCD need for mess control) but he also knew that 'need' was relative. From where he was—ass in the air about to be filled, face in Nino's belly—it was absolutely necessary to strip Nino's condom off and suck his cock. He was chasing the chemical/latex taste away with his tongue, teasing out the hot tang of pre-come, when the first thrust came and had him whipping his head up.
It was a tease, pure and simple. A hard thrust in, so hard that it hurt in the best way possible, and then nothing. No movement at all.
"Jun," he growled, twisting enough to see Matsumoto smiling like a lazy, arrogant prince. He could see Ohno on his knees beside Jun, one hand out of sight and the other in Aiba's hair, guiding Aiba's head over the spit-gleaming length of erection. It reminded him of what he'd been doing before he'd realized that their doS was inside of him.
Except when he turned back, Nino had managed to roll away. He'd pulled Aiba away from Ohno and was in the middle of straddling him, fucking himself down on to the flushed, heavy stretch of Aiba's cock.
Sho moaned and that was when Jun thrust again, hot and sharp, and Sho choked on the moan as he tried to gasp.
In front of him, beside him, Ohno pushed Nino forward, off of Aiba, and fit himself in place. Sho's vantage point gave him a good view of how each jerk of Ohno's hips ground Nino's cock against Aiba's, hardness to hardness and it probably hurt on some level but Nino was moaning like some porn-star whore and Aiba was making a raw, frustrated sobbing sound. Sho wanted to throw Jun off and fuck Aiba until the other man gave up and cried.
Apparently Jun had the same idea because Sho found himself shoved aside and listening to Nino whine in distress, his voice meshing easily with Ohno's outraged hiss. Since they were both already pissed off, Sho made a grab and dragged their Leader into his lap. He slid his fingers into Ohno's body only partially checking to make sure there was still enough slickness that he didn't need to get more lube. Mostly it was to make sure that Nino didn't take advantage of Sho's own need to maneuver and steal his prize.
"Nino," Aiba gasped suddenly. "Nino, suck Jun."
It wasn't a request, Sho noted as he pushed his way into Ohno. Nino had let out a bitten off cry of surprise and the big bed had shaken with the force of somebody being tumbled to the mattress. It wasn't like it mattered, Sho thought as the bed trembled again and he had to fight to keep Ohno in his lap for just another moment.
That was the scary part of all of it: the way it didn't matter, the way nobody cared what anybody wanted as long as they had something they were trying to get. He was losing track of who was where and which body parts belonged to which of his bandmates. It was frightening the way they simply ripped into each other. It was like they were all infuriated and insatiable. Every touch, every kiss, every moment was full of something that felt like uncontainable rage.
And Sho cared about that but it wasn't stopping him from driving into anybody he could hold still long enough to get his cock into. He cared, but not enough to hold back when he was so close, when all of them were so damn close.
Sho wasn't even sure who he was inside of when he came or even if the person he was biting was the same one he was fucking. The sweat slick skin under his mouth tasted like everybody on his tongue.
Eventually the clawing and cursing stopped, became simply hands on skin and ragged, steadying breathing.
"Shower?" Aiba asked breathily.
"I'm gonna need help up," Nino muttered. Sho flopped over onto his back so that Nino could wiggle an arm free for Aiba to grab hold of and pull him out so that they were both sitting on the edge of the bed.
"More help," Aiba requested as they both struggled to their feet.
Jun grumbled but rolled over, out of the bed and to the floor. The three of them leaned together and shuffled out of the room.
"Sho-chan," said Ohno in a muffled voice. "There's no air under you."
Sho flopped back over onto his stomach. "Sorry," he apologized.
"'s okay," Ohno mumbled. A moment later Sho felt warm hands on his shoulder, pushing at him, and he let Ohno push at him until they were both on their feet and trailing their bandmates into Jun's shower.
This was the dangerous part, Sho thought as they rotated in and out of the shower in sleepy silence, pulling on Jun's spare pajamas or their own left-over clothes that had found their ways into Jun's closet. This was why they only did this one night a year and why that night was Valentine's. Not because of the bruises they would have to hide or explain away. Not because of the need to sit and stand carefully for the next few days.
But because of the way they piled themselves into Jun's bed, Nino flush to Sho's chest and Ohno warm along his back, Aiba curled around Nino and Jun somewhere on Ohno's far side. It was dangerous because one day there would be a woman. One day there would be Very Special chocolates. One day was going to have to come, sooner or later, because they weren't supposed fall in love with each other.
AND
Arashi's Six Simple Rules For Kissing a Boy on Valentine's Day
In Johnny's, the approach of Valentine's Day is not heralded by cupids and red hearts and chocolates. That's the rest of the world and Johnny's is a world unto itself. No, in Johnny's, the onset of Valentine's Day is marked by the arrival of The List. Approximately one week before the day, in each and every resting room (in every recording and television studio) that normally houses JE talent, a list is posted prominently next to the door. Nobody knows who posts the list, nobody knows why it gets posted (since everybody has it memorized), and nobody knows how to get the list down without resorting to wallpaper scouring tools and wild hopes that building maintenance won't catch them.
At the top of the paper, in big, bold strokes, are the words:
Arashi's Six Simple Rules For Kissing a Boy on Valentine's Day
and in smaller letters just below that:
Failure to abide by the rules will result in disciplinary action to be decided by committee. Disciplinary action is defined as, but not limited to: air guitar on the street corner, nipple revealing t-shirts, stockings on the head, and visits by The Buff Guy during the Otaku Dance.
Under that are the rules themselves.
Rule 1: Pick a boy and kiss him.
The first kiss that anybody sees is usually because they absolutely can't help it. Most of the JE talent pool wishes that Arashi would keep Aiba and Nino from hanging around each other. Aiba and Nino do complex studies on locations, times of days, and traffic patterns. Aiba and Nino strategize. Aiba and Nino aim for the largest possible audience in the most public place available.
Aiba walks into the NTV building lobby following Matsumoto and Ohno, the three of them talking about ordinary things like food and manga. Nino enters the lobby from some hiding place that everybody has yet to find. He walks into the middle of the lobby and stops dead. "Aiba?" he says in a quiet, yet carrying, voice. There is a slight tremble under the words.
"Nino?" Aiba asks, staring at Nino like he can't quite believe what he's seeing. He takes one step forward. "Nino?" said like his heart is breaking.
Then they both drop whatever it is that they're holding (and they're always holding something) and run at each other, slamming into each other at full speed and spinning around and around until the momentum dies out and they're left in the exact center of the most heavily trafficked area of the lobby. Nino is in Aiba's arms, his legs wrapped around Aiba's waist, Aiba's hands firmly on Nino's bottom.
"Aiba," says Nino in a hushed whisper that, again, carries very well to the whole room.
"Nino," Aiba breathes back.
The longest kiss ever recorded for them is two minutes and thirty-nine seconds. It's entirely possible that most of it involved tongues.
Rule 2: Successful completion of a kiss must be marked with a gift of chocolate.
For a long time everybody thinks that the chocolate exchange is just a way of keeping track who has kissed who. After all, every year each member has his own 'signature' chocolate to hand out.
A few people insist it is Arashi's way of trying to ruin chocolate—and the whole holiday—for everybody else. They are dismissed as being paranoid, new to the business, or KAT-TUN.
"Sho-chan?" Jun pokes his head into the large dance studio where the managers, the choreographers and several of the groups are working out the distribution of solo songs. It's pick-and-choose time, one of the better days for inter-group interaction.
Sho looks up from his choreographer and waves Jun over. "Matsujun?" he questions genially.
"Aiba had curry for lunch and I can't get rid of the taste."
Before anybody can actually process why Jun has anything at all to do with getting rid of the taste of Aiba's lunch, Sho reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a Mary's Fancy Chocolate Plain Bitter, wrapped in shiny red foil.
Jun has it unwrapped and in his mouth before anybody can look away and, when everybody does look away it's only to realize that, in a room lined with mirrors, looking away does not mean not seeing Sakurai Sho and Matsumoto Jun kissing to see if the taste of Aiba's curry is gone.
Everybody closing their eyes, however, means that when they open them again they can't really say for sure if the chocolate Sakurai is licking from his lips came from Jun's mouth or his hands.
Currently everybody is reasonably certain that Arashi exchanges chocolate for unknown reasons but that it definitely ruins chocolate for almost everybody.
Rule 3: Each kiss must have at least one witnesses.
The most recent question going around is 'is it better to witness it knowingly or better to stumble in on it unannounced'.
"So I was saying to Ry—OH GOD."
Ninomiya casually peels his lips off of Ohno's. "Hey."
Ohno squints against the light. "Bright," he says.
"A-are you—what are you doing in my closet?"
"Kissing," says Ohno.
"Looking for witnesses," says Nino.
"In my—this isn't your wardrobe room. This isn't even your floor."
Ohno and Nino look at each other. "Well, we're looking everywhere," says Nino.
"DON'T YOU HAVE A SHOW TO FILM?"
Nino and Ohno climb out of the closet. "We still need a witness," they chorus and reattach at the lips.
Asking which is worse is largely a rhetorical question because asking which is worse is a lot like asking if the birds came first or the bees.
Rule 4: Kisses MUST be given on the fourteenth of February EVERY year.
The record number of kisses that 'didn't count' (for one reason or another—and usually no member of JE save those in Arashi think that either option is even a valid reason) is fourteen.
"Sho-chan! Sho-chan!" Aiba is barreling down the hall at a breakneck pace.
"Masaki-baby!" Sho is in hot pursuit.
If it weren't for the 'baby' part, it would almost be easy to dismiss the whole thing. It's not every day that a person sees one member of Arashi being chased, shrieking, around the building by another member of Arashi. Not every day, but it's pretty close to every other day. Roughly half of the time they're running late and the other rough half involves dire threats of murder.
The 'rough' part of the equation is when Sho tackles Aiba at the knees and crawls up his body to plant a kiss on his mouth. "We definitely have witnesses, it's definitely the fourteenth, and that was definitely not a last-year's kiss," he says breathlessly when he finally lifts his head.
"Yeah, but I don't have my chocolate with me. It's in the resting room," Aiba explains.
The current record is fourteen 'failed' kisses but every year somebody manages to shatter it.
Rule 5: All chocolates received must be eaten by the receiver.
The worse ever Valentine's Day disaster is considered to be any Valentine's Day that has, does, or MIGHT involve Chinen Yuuri.
"A-ah! Ohno-san! I didn't mean to disturb you! I was just looking for a place to do my homework!"
Ohno smiles in that sweet, distant way he always has. "It's all right, Chinen-kun. I'm just doodling. Chocolate?"
"Leader."
"Hi, Matsujun!"
It might happen to be that Chinen Yuuri has been a part of JE for several many years but that doesn't mean that anybody is ready to see Matsumoto Jun sit down in Ohno's Satoshi's lap looking like he means white-hot death.
It's very, very likely that nobody (with the exception of other members of Arashi) is ever ready to see Matsumoto Jun take a detailed inventory of Ohno Satoshi's mouth with his tongue. "I don't taste any chocolate, Leader," he says sternly.
Ohno blinks at him in mild unconcern. "Did you want a chocolate, Jun-chan?"
"First I want to see your chocolate," Jun says.
The involvement of Chinen Yuuri has, does, and will always lead one of two things: Chinen crying because he watched his idol get molested for chocolate OR Chinen hiding and crying because there is somebody who was, is, and will continue to be hunting him down to check him for chocolate.
Rule 6: Members must be checked for chocolate consumption before the day ends.
The whole company is agreed on one thing: The very best time to avoid Arashi on Valentine's Day is at the end of the day. Especially if they're all in the same room at the same time. Together. All of them.
"I don't believe that Leader gave my chocolates to Chinen-kun!" Aiba says loudly.
"I didn't taste it and Nino didn't taste it either," Jun tells him. "You've been snacking all day, so of course you did. Sho, you check Leader."
Sho leans over to kiss Ohno while Aiba looks at Nino and Jun. "You probably just can't taste it," he says seriously. "You've both already had some other chocolate, right?" And Aiba leans in, kissing Nino first and then Jun.
"I tasted it," Sho reports.
Nino shares a look with Jun. "It's Aiba's chocolate," Nino tells him. "Have you had his yet? It's this taste," he says and kisses Sho. "Fresh from Aiba."
"I know that taste," Sho says when Nino lets him go. "That's the taste he's got."
Jun hooks a hand behind Sho's neck. "Make sure," he says, kissing him.
"That's the taste. You and Nino are wrong is all," Sho huffs when Jun finally lets him breathe again.
"I don't taste it, Leader," Aiba says sadly, licking Ohno's lower lip.
"But I didn't give it to him. I ate it."
Nino considers Jun carefully. "You know…you're the one saying he gave it to that brat. And Leader says he didn't. AND you had a lunch with Shun-kun and Mao-chan today."
Jun scowls. "I did not give it to Shun OR Mao. They gave ME chocolate." He pulls Nino forward and kisses him. "See? Tastes like Sho."
Sho elbows Nino aside and kisses Jun. "That does not taste like mine. THAT taste is from Satoshi's chocolate."
The arguing that comes from the room with all of Arashi, all at the same time, all together, is always—and without fail—going to be some variation on that theme and it is a documented fact that they have come out of their room to start the whole process over again since they've effectively disqualified themselves and every other member.
And the worst is if they don't come out demanding more witnesses and more chocolate…
"So, we're all disqualified, right? I suggest a disciplinary orgy on White Day."
Up next, the Ohmiya entries.
ohmiyaday! And there are more reveals up at fivesomeaday. Yay! I must admit to wallowing in all the fic. I rolled in it. There was girl!Arashi. There was genderswap!Arashi (that could probably be blamed on Aiba). There was crack and sweetness and general awesomery being perpetrated. I'm honestly surprised that I did as well as I did. And now, since I have been betrayed by comms, I am posting my entries. *patpat* I hope you didn't think it was new stuff. Up first--the Fivesomes.
Clusterfuck
According to magazines and interviews, Arashi spent Valentine's Day sincerely thanking their fans for their support and reminiscing about years gone by that were full of little red boxes full of chocolates and little pink-cheeked girls full of nervous courage and hope. According to the official sources, Arashi spent Valentine's Day wondering about girls and marriage and discussing the different—and romantic—ways that they might one day receive that Very Special chocolate.
In reality they spent the night fucking each other until nobody could stand.
There was no sweetness, no tenderness, and no control. It couldn't even be described as something as orderly as an orgy; the most it could boast of for organization was that as all the clothes got torn impatiently off, the lube came out. And even then it was all greed and lust. It defined greed and lust. It was almost scary and definitely dangerous.
Privately Sho thought he was the one who cared the most about what this was and what it meant. And care he did, but that didn't mean that he wasn't currently dragging a fighting, protesting Ninomiya out of whoever was underneath him and rolling him over so that he could get his own dick into Nino's ass.
"Fuck," Nino wailed. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"I'm going to," Sho promised him darkly. He licked Nino's chest as he lined himself up. "You taste like Aiba's cock," he said and then, "Fuck." He fought to keep his knees under him as somebody caught his hips and jerked him back.
"It's your own fault for having your ass in the air like that," said Ohno from somewhere behind him. His voice was soft but sharp with something dark and menacing. It was the voice that had given rise to the flint-hard gaze and silver-quick knife of Maou. Sho lost his battle for balance and fell forward, shivering.
There was one standing rule in all of it: Once a condom was on it stayed on until it needed to come off.
Sho knew the rule was there for a number of reasons (one of which was Nino's cheapness, another of which was Jun's OCD need for mess control) but he also knew that 'need' was relative. From where he was—ass in the air about to be filled, face in Nino's belly—it was absolutely necessary to strip Nino's condom off and suck his cock. He was chasing the chemical/latex taste away with his tongue, teasing out the hot tang of pre-come, when the first thrust came and had him whipping his head up.
It was a tease, pure and simple. A hard thrust in, so hard that it hurt in the best way possible, and then nothing. No movement at all.
"Jun," he growled, twisting enough to see Matsumoto smiling like a lazy, arrogant prince. He could see Ohno on his knees beside Jun, one hand out of sight and the other in Aiba's hair, guiding Aiba's head over the spit-gleaming length of erection. It reminded him of what he'd been doing before he'd realized that their doS was inside of him.
Except when he turned back, Nino had managed to roll away. He'd pulled Aiba away from Ohno and was in the middle of straddling him, fucking himself down on to the flushed, heavy stretch of Aiba's cock.
Sho moaned and that was when Jun thrust again, hot and sharp, and Sho choked on the moan as he tried to gasp.
In front of him, beside him, Ohno pushed Nino forward, off of Aiba, and fit himself in place. Sho's vantage point gave him a good view of how each jerk of Ohno's hips ground Nino's cock against Aiba's, hardness to hardness and it probably hurt on some level but Nino was moaning like some porn-star whore and Aiba was making a raw, frustrated sobbing sound. Sho wanted to throw Jun off and fuck Aiba until the other man gave up and cried.
Apparently Jun had the same idea because Sho found himself shoved aside and listening to Nino whine in distress, his voice meshing easily with Ohno's outraged hiss. Since they were both already pissed off, Sho made a grab and dragged their Leader into his lap. He slid his fingers into Ohno's body only partially checking to make sure there was still enough slickness that he didn't need to get more lube. Mostly it was to make sure that Nino didn't take advantage of Sho's own need to maneuver and steal his prize.
"Nino," Aiba gasped suddenly. "Nino, suck Jun."
It wasn't a request, Sho noted as he pushed his way into Ohno. Nino had let out a bitten off cry of surprise and the big bed had shaken with the force of somebody being tumbled to the mattress. It wasn't like it mattered, Sho thought as the bed trembled again and he had to fight to keep Ohno in his lap for just another moment.
That was the scary part of all of it: the way it didn't matter, the way nobody cared what anybody wanted as long as they had something they were trying to get. He was losing track of who was where and which body parts belonged to which of his bandmates. It was frightening the way they simply ripped into each other. It was like they were all infuriated and insatiable. Every touch, every kiss, every moment was full of something that felt like uncontainable rage.
And Sho cared about that but it wasn't stopping him from driving into anybody he could hold still long enough to get his cock into. He cared, but not enough to hold back when he was so close, when all of them were so damn close.
Sho wasn't even sure who he was inside of when he came or even if the person he was biting was the same one he was fucking. The sweat slick skin under his mouth tasted like everybody on his tongue.
Eventually the clawing and cursing stopped, became simply hands on skin and ragged, steadying breathing.
"Shower?" Aiba asked breathily.
"I'm gonna need help up," Nino muttered. Sho flopped over onto his back so that Nino could wiggle an arm free for Aiba to grab hold of and pull him out so that they were both sitting on the edge of the bed.
"More help," Aiba requested as they both struggled to their feet.
Jun grumbled but rolled over, out of the bed and to the floor. The three of them leaned together and shuffled out of the room.
"Sho-chan," said Ohno in a muffled voice. "There's no air under you."
Sho flopped back over onto his stomach. "Sorry," he apologized.
"'s okay," Ohno mumbled. A moment later Sho felt warm hands on his shoulder, pushing at him, and he let Ohno push at him until they were both on their feet and trailing their bandmates into Jun's shower.
This was the dangerous part, Sho thought as they rotated in and out of the shower in sleepy silence, pulling on Jun's spare pajamas or their own left-over clothes that had found their ways into Jun's closet. This was why they only did this one night a year and why that night was Valentine's. Not because of the bruises they would have to hide or explain away. Not because of the need to sit and stand carefully for the next few days.
But because of the way they piled themselves into Jun's bed, Nino flush to Sho's chest and Ohno warm along his back, Aiba curled around Nino and Jun somewhere on Ohno's far side. It was dangerous because one day there would be a woman. One day there would be Very Special chocolates. One day was going to have to come, sooner or later, because they weren't supposed fall in love with each other.
AND
Arashi's Six Simple Rules For Kissing a Boy on Valentine's Day
In Johnny's, the approach of Valentine's Day is not heralded by cupids and red hearts and chocolates. That's the rest of the world and Johnny's is a world unto itself. No, in Johnny's, the onset of Valentine's Day is marked by the arrival of The List. Approximately one week before the day, in each and every resting room (in every recording and television studio) that normally houses JE talent, a list is posted prominently next to the door. Nobody knows who posts the list, nobody knows why it gets posted (since everybody has it memorized), and nobody knows how to get the list down without resorting to wallpaper scouring tools and wild hopes that building maintenance won't catch them.
At the top of the paper, in big, bold strokes, are the words:
Arashi's Six Simple Rules For Kissing a Boy on Valentine's Day
and in smaller letters just below that:
Failure to abide by the rules will result in disciplinary action to be decided by committee. Disciplinary action is defined as, but not limited to: air guitar on the street corner, nipple revealing t-shirts, stockings on the head, and visits by The Buff Guy during the Otaku Dance.
Under that are the rules themselves.
Rule 1: Pick a boy and kiss him.
The first kiss that anybody sees is usually because they absolutely can't help it. Most of the JE talent pool wishes that Arashi would keep Aiba and Nino from hanging around each other. Aiba and Nino do complex studies on locations, times of days, and traffic patterns. Aiba and Nino strategize. Aiba and Nino aim for the largest possible audience in the most public place available.
Aiba walks into the NTV building lobby following Matsumoto and Ohno, the three of them talking about ordinary things like food and manga. Nino enters the lobby from some hiding place that everybody has yet to find. He walks into the middle of the lobby and stops dead. "Aiba?" he says in a quiet, yet carrying, voice. There is a slight tremble under the words.
"Nino?" Aiba asks, staring at Nino like he can't quite believe what he's seeing. He takes one step forward. "Nino?" said like his heart is breaking.
Then they both drop whatever it is that they're holding (and they're always holding something) and run at each other, slamming into each other at full speed and spinning around and around until the momentum dies out and they're left in the exact center of the most heavily trafficked area of the lobby. Nino is in Aiba's arms, his legs wrapped around Aiba's waist, Aiba's hands firmly on Nino's bottom.
"Aiba," says Nino in a hushed whisper that, again, carries very well to the whole room.
"Nino," Aiba breathes back.
The longest kiss ever recorded for them is two minutes and thirty-nine seconds. It's entirely possible that most of it involved tongues.
Rule 2: Successful completion of a kiss must be marked with a gift of chocolate.
For a long time everybody thinks that the chocolate exchange is just a way of keeping track who has kissed who. After all, every year each member has his own 'signature' chocolate to hand out.
A few people insist it is Arashi's way of trying to ruin chocolate—and the whole holiday—for everybody else. They are dismissed as being paranoid, new to the business, or KAT-TUN.
"Sho-chan?" Jun pokes his head into the large dance studio where the managers, the choreographers and several of the groups are working out the distribution of solo songs. It's pick-and-choose time, one of the better days for inter-group interaction.
Sho looks up from his choreographer and waves Jun over. "Matsujun?" he questions genially.
"Aiba had curry for lunch and I can't get rid of the taste."
Before anybody can actually process why Jun has anything at all to do with getting rid of the taste of Aiba's lunch, Sho reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a Mary's Fancy Chocolate Plain Bitter, wrapped in shiny red foil.
Jun has it unwrapped and in his mouth before anybody can look away and, when everybody does look away it's only to realize that, in a room lined with mirrors, looking away does not mean not seeing Sakurai Sho and Matsumoto Jun kissing to see if the taste of Aiba's curry is gone.
Everybody closing their eyes, however, means that when they open them again they can't really say for sure if the chocolate Sakurai is licking from his lips came from Jun's mouth or his hands.
Currently everybody is reasonably certain that Arashi exchanges chocolate for unknown reasons but that it definitely ruins chocolate for almost everybody.
Rule 3: Each kiss must have at least one witnesses.
The most recent question going around is 'is it better to witness it knowingly or better to stumble in on it unannounced'.
"So I was saying to Ry—OH GOD."
Ninomiya casually peels his lips off of Ohno's. "Hey."
Ohno squints against the light. "Bright," he says.
"A-are you—what are you doing in my closet?"
"Kissing," says Ohno.
"Looking for witnesses," says Nino.
"In my—this isn't your wardrobe room. This isn't even your floor."
Ohno and Nino look at each other. "Well, we're looking everywhere," says Nino.
"DON'T YOU HAVE A SHOW TO FILM?"
Nino and Ohno climb out of the closet. "We still need a witness," they chorus and reattach at the lips.
Asking which is worse is largely a rhetorical question because asking which is worse is a lot like asking if the birds came first or the bees.
Rule 4: Kisses MUST be given on the fourteenth of February EVERY year.
The record number of kisses that 'didn't count' (for one reason or another—and usually no member of JE save those in Arashi think that either option is even a valid reason) is fourteen.
"Sho-chan! Sho-chan!" Aiba is barreling down the hall at a breakneck pace.
"Masaki-baby!" Sho is in hot pursuit.
If it weren't for the 'baby' part, it would almost be easy to dismiss the whole thing. It's not every day that a person sees one member of Arashi being chased, shrieking, around the building by another member of Arashi. Not every day, but it's pretty close to every other day. Roughly half of the time they're running late and the other rough half involves dire threats of murder.
The 'rough' part of the equation is when Sho tackles Aiba at the knees and crawls up his body to plant a kiss on his mouth. "We definitely have witnesses, it's definitely the fourteenth, and that was definitely not a last-year's kiss," he says breathlessly when he finally lifts his head.
"Yeah, but I don't have my chocolate with me. It's in the resting room," Aiba explains.
The current record is fourteen 'failed' kisses but every year somebody manages to shatter it.
Rule 5: All chocolates received must be eaten by the receiver.
The worse ever Valentine's Day disaster is considered to be any Valentine's Day that has, does, or MIGHT involve Chinen Yuuri.
"A-ah! Ohno-san! I didn't mean to disturb you! I was just looking for a place to do my homework!"
Ohno smiles in that sweet, distant way he always has. "It's all right, Chinen-kun. I'm just doodling. Chocolate?"
"Leader."
"Hi, Matsujun!"
It might happen to be that Chinen Yuuri has been a part of JE for several many years but that doesn't mean that anybody is ready to see Matsumoto Jun sit down in Ohno's Satoshi's lap looking like he means white-hot death.
It's very, very likely that nobody (with the exception of other members of Arashi) is ever ready to see Matsumoto Jun take a detailed inventory of Ohno Satoshi's mouth with his tongue. "I don't taste any chocolate, Leader," he says sternly.
Ohno blinks at him in mild unconcern. "Did you want a chocolate, Jun-chan?"
"First I want to see your chocolate," Jun says.
The involvement of Chinen Yuuri has, does, and will always lead one of two things: Chinen crying because he watched his idol get molested for chocolate OR Chinen hiding and crying because there is somebody who was, is, and will continue to be hunting him down to check him for chocolate.
Rule 6: Members must be checked for chocolate consumption before the day ends.
The whole company is agreed on one thing: The very best time to avoid Arashi on Valentine's Day is at the end of the day. Especially if they're all in the same room at the same time. Together. All of them.
"I don't believe that Leader gave my chocolates to Chinen-kun!" Aiba says loudly.
"I didn't taste it and Nino didn't taste it either," Jun tells him. "You've been snacking all day, so of course you did. Sho, you check Leader."
Sho leans over to kiss Ohno while Aiba looks at Nino and Jun. "You probably just can't taste it," he says seriously. "You've both already had some other chocolate, right?" And Aiba leans in, kissing Nino first and then Jun.
"I tasted it," Sho reports.
Nino shares a look with Jun. "It's Aiba's chocolate," Nino tells him. "Have you had his yet? It's this taste," he says and kisses Sho. "Fresh from Aiba."
"I know that taste," Sho says when Nino lets him go. "That's the taste he's got."
Jun hooks a hand behind Sho's neck. "Make sure," he says, kissing him.
"That's the taste. You and Nino are wrong is all," Sho huffs when Jun finally lets him breathe again.
"I don't taste it, Leader," Aiba says sadly, licking Ohno's lower lip.
"But I didn't give it to him. I ate it."
Nino considers Jun carefully. "You know…you're the one saying he gave it to that brat. And Leader says he didn't. AND you had a lunch with Shun-kun and Mao-chan today."
Jun scowls. "I did not give it to Shun OR Mao. They gave ME chocolate." He pulls Nino forward and kisses him. "See? Tastes like Sho."
Sho elbows Nino aside and kisses Jun. "That does not taste like mine. THAT taste is from Satoshi's chocolate."
The arguing that comes from the room with all of Arashi, all at the same time, all together, is always—and without fail—going to be some variation on that theme and it is a documented fact that they have come out of their room to start the whole process over again since they've effectively disqualified themselves and every other member.
And the worst is if they don't come out demanding more witnesses and more chocolate…
"So, we're all disqualified, right? I suggest a disciplinary orgy on White Day."
Up next, the Ohmiya entries.
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*runs away from her lies*
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*chases after you* LET ME LOVE YOU.
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It was AMAZING
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I gotta admit, Clusterfuck was a surprise to me that you wrote it. Also it is so different from the usually fluffy or pointlessly angsty fics floating around. Refreshingly raw and violent? :D? Also porn, hee. My point is it was different, and also awesome.
Kissing with trauma yay! and I'm still curious, who walked in on Ohmiya? ^^
♥
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Also! As I(finally!) mentioned elsewhere!
Yamaguchi Tatsuya is still not used to seeing his tiny, cute kouhai slipping each other the tongue like that. The fact that they're not entirely dressed does not help him. Thankfully Nagase was there to yell at them for him.
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...and then there's Nino going "Niisan! Hi!" :D :D :D While Yamaguchi huddles in a corner and Leader pats him. It's a sad day when you get sympathy from LEADER.
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I stalk your lj and re-read you fics when I'm craving hot Arashi porn!Hi!Also, would it be terribly weird if I say that I have an inkling that you wrote Valentine's Day? Because I did and I did a little happy dance when I read the reveals a while ago XD
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I thought both of the Ohmiya fics were sort of obviously 'me'. I have deep and very public love of teen!Ohmiya and I tend to write meandering smut. And I end things in either sap or cheese, for the most part.
IT GETS ME THROUGH THE DAY, ALL RIGHT?
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~much luv
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That first one...killed me, both with its description and random lines.
The second= XD Kisses are love <3
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♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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and awesome masterpiece
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O.o lucky BED. how in the world. 5 gorgeous men together fit in that bed? wao. hahaa
ultra hot..
i always knew this is what they do on valentine days xDD
thanks!! and sorry for reading this sooo late ^^