10/12/07: Aiba/Sho, NC-17, 3316 words

This fic contains exploration of rape fantasy. If this is something that bothers you, definitely do not read.


Aiba strolled down the deserted street, not a care in the world. He deeply enjoyed these late night walks, no matter how much Riida chided him for being unsafe. He was no girl, he'd argue. As the tallest member of Arashi (which, in all honesty, wasn't saying much), he was the last person whom someone would try to mug.

Besides, he had a secret fetish that not even his bandmates knew about, one that kept him going out night after night in hopes that someone would lead him into a dark alley and have their wicked way with him while he fought and screamed. While he had a particular man in mind, he knew that that person would never participate in a rape fantasy, no matter how much Aiba wanted it to be him.

He was following Aiba. Not out of any malicious attempt. He followed him because he worried. Every night Aiba went out, by himself, and every time Sho followed him to make sure he stayed safe. There was always the possibility that Aiba would be mugged, or worse....

He saw the other man following Aiba and narrowed his eyes. He watched this faceless, unnamed man, wondering what it was that he wanted. He watched Aiba an awful lot. It was disconcerting, the body language Sho would see. Was he going to hurt Aiba-chan?

Whistling the chorus to 'Happiness', Aiba put a little skip in his step, closing his eyes to fully appreciate the crisp night air. A streetlight in the distance showed his shadow, and another...

Aiba's heart started racing. Would tonight be the night? He thought he had been blatantly obvious in his hints to the object of his fantasies over the past couple weeks, but he could never be too sure when it came to this guy.

Throwing caution to the wind, Aiba stopped suddenly and bent down to tie his shoe that didn't need to be tied. That's how it always began in his mind, anyway, when he would touch himself and imagine that it was Sho-chan sneaking up on him from behind.

It was a dirty old man. That's really all it was. Of course Aiba would be dumb enough to pull his little walks down the gay district where old lecherous gay men--who were so much worse than old lecherous straight men--could see him in his absent minded glory. Sho actually groaned under his breath when Aiba stopped and leaned down to tie his shoe. Was he trying to get raped!?

The man made his way toward Aiba, pulling out a cloth and a bottle from the pocket of his trench coat. Sho had seen enough. He raced after the nameless streetwalker--whoever he was--and gave one hard shove with his foot in the man's ass, sending him crashing to the ground next to Aiba. It was a moment later that Sho grabbed Aiba by his wrist and drug him down the conveniently placed alleyway, far enough down that they could converse without onlookers.

Sho shoved Aiba against the wall and held him there with a hand on the man's chest. "Do you know what almost happened to you!?

Aiba's head jerked around almost Exorcist-style at the commotion that suddenly happened behind him. His eyes widened as he saw Sho drop-kick some old guy and noticed the items in his hands as the body fell not two feet from him. The next thing he knew, he was being yanked into the alley and scolded like a child.

Aiba lowered his eyes in shame as Sho yelled at him, more ashamed at the fact that he was actually turned on by Sho slamming him up against the wall; he hoped Sho couldn't hear his heart beating rapidly in anticipation. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that," he said quietly, his shoulders shaking in the arousal he couldn't control. "I'm sorry, Sho-chan."

Sho's eyes widened? "What do you mean 'like that?' Are you saying you actually planned this?! Aiba!" Sho shook with rage. Aiba wanted to get raped?! He put his hand under the taller man's chin, forcing him to look at Sho. "What the hell, Aiba? What's the matter with you?! That man was going to hurt you! And then where would we have been? We can't be a group without you! Baka!" Sho shook with outrage and slammed the wall next to Aiba's head with his fist.

"Goddamit, Aiba! What were you thinking?! Didn't you think about what might have happened? What would we have done if something happened to you? Forget about work; we're all friends. We've all been friends long enough to worry about what happens to all of us! What were you thinking!? Why would you plan something like this!?"

"It was supposed to be you!" Aiba exclaimed, the wetness in his eyes threatening to spill over. "I didn't want... oh, god... that man..." Aiba's body continued to shake from Sho's anger; it really was the hottest he'd ever been. "I can't control myself, Sho-chan. I think about it all the time. Hell, I'm thinking about it now and it's so wrong because you're screaming at me and IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS!"

His second shock in as many minutes had his eyes widening again, but he pushed what Aiba was saying aside for the moment. Aiba was shaking and he looked as if he wanted to cry. Sho wanted to comfort him. He really wanted to, but it had been so stupid! He pushed away from Aiba before he hit him. It wouldn't do any good to hit Aiba, his stupidity notwithstanding. It was just...Aiba.

He threaded his fingers through his hair, tugging gently on it in frustration. Of course, as his anger started to leave him after the initial scare of Aiba being attacked, his words came back to Sho. It was supposed to have been Sho behind Aiba? Sho was supposed to have been the one to drag Aiba down the alley? A little of the anger came back.

"You wanted me to do something like that to you? We're friends, Aiba! We don't do things like that to each other! I--God!" He threw his hands up in the air in frustration before looking at Aiba for a long moment. He took the few steps back to him and held Aiba's chin in his hand again. "What do you want from me," he whispered uncertainly, staring hard into the man's eyes.

Try as he might to hold it in, Aiba couldn't stop the low groan that escaped him from the grip Sho had on his hair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said over and over again. "I wanted you to... I knew you wouldn't, but I thought maybe you might... get rough with me. I know! It's sick. I'm sorry."

His face was so unaccustomed to frowning that it almost hurt. Looking everywhere but Sho's eyes, he wished he would have never said anything. He should have known that Sho would be insanely upset with him, and for good reason; Aiba had not even considered the possibility that someone other than Sho would follow him.

But damned if he wasn't as hard as a rock after the way Sho was looking at him.

Sho closed his eyes and tilted his head away slightly. He felt his jaw clench in anger. "You wanted me to get rough with you. That's what this is about? You wanted to have kinky sex in a dark alley in public and that's why you pulled this?" Sho looked back at him, eyes narrowed in anger, before they watched his own hand move down Aiba's throat and the patterns they made on the man's exposed skin.

"Alright. Fine." He descended on Aiba in a swoop, their mouths together in a rough kiss.

Aiba whimpered helplessly, his mind swimming with Sho's words and the fact that he was kissing him, kissing him hard enough to almost hurt with his fingers wrapped around Aiba's throat tight enough to choke.

Sho tasted like sin, a tangy and delicious sin that Aiba knew he'd better savor because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that might never happen again. He kissed back with a vengeance, barely noticing his arms wrapping around Sho's neck and one of his legs curling around Sho's hip. God, he was so hard. Aiba had to concentrate to remember to breathe with the way Sho was starting to manhandle him.

Sho growled tightly in his throat, pressing Aiba harder into the wall with his entire body, grinding his hips into Aiba's hard, feeling his own erection growing to meet the other man's. If Aiba wanted to be "raped" in a dark alley, fine. Sho could do that for him. And if Aiba ever pulled this shit again, he would kill him, member-ai be damned.

He shoved his tongue roughly into Aiba's mouth, kissing him harder until he was breathless before his mouth moved to Aiba's neck. The hand there went in his short dark hair to pull his head back while Sho bit him where his neck and shoulder met. His other hand moved down to Aiba's crotch, palming the hardness there before moving up to fumble with the belt buckle that barely held the taller man's jeans on his narrow hips.

"God, yes," Aiba gasped, squeezing his eyes shut to revel in the sensations of Sho dominating him. "Sho-chan, please."

The fact that Sho was almost as hard as he was had him ready to come in his pants; Sho's rough touch did nothing to help lessen that. He wiggled out of his jeans as they fell to the floor, his cock jutted out as it was exposed, thick and throbbing as it searched for friction against the tight fly of Sho's pants.

Aiba's hands were all over Sho's back, squeezing the defined muscles and urging him on; his biggest fear at the moment was Sho getting embarrassed and backing out. He leaned over to whisper in Sho's ear, "Turn me around. Treat me like your whore. I want you to, so bad."

Sho growled, pulling away far enough to take Aiba by a fistful of shirt and shove him around back into the wall, face first. This is was Aiba wanted so damned bad that he almost got himself really raped, possibly killed? Fine. This is what Sho would do. Quickly, he unbuckled his own pants and popped the button of his fly before pulling himself out. Sho pressed back against Aiba again, rubbing his cock between the cheeks of Aiba's ass as he reached around and shove two fingers in the man's mouth, swirling them around to get them nice and wet.

As he pulled them out, a drop of rain fell on him. He paid it no mind, nor the others that fell sporadically until it rained in sheets around them, plastering their hair to their faces. Sho pulled himself reluctantly away before he pressed a finger to Aiba's hole and pushed it through, not even waiting for him to adjust before he started moving it back and forth to relax the muscle. A moment later he added the second finger, essentially fucking Aiba that way for a time.

Aiba moaned into the rain that poured down, soaking them both. He felt Sho's erection against him, thick and hard and not nearly where it should be. His nose squished against the wall, he arched his back as Sho prepared him, pushing back against the intrusion in an unspoken plea for more. Sho's breath was on his neck, soft grunts that he could barely hear over the rain finding their way into his ear and making him shiver.

"Sho-chan," Aiba gasped. "Take your anger out on me. Let me hear you."

"Shut the fuck up, Aiba," Sho whispered. "I'll tell you when you can talk again." He smacked the side of Aiba's ass to emphasize his point. He moved his finger out of Aiba quickly and positioned his cock just before he thrust in sharply, pushing them both firmly into the brick wall. "Fuck," he whispered shakily. Aiba felt so good around him, so tight.

Eyes rolling back in his head, Aiba was so turned on that he thought he would come against the wall without Sho even touching him. Sho's fingers dug into his hips hard enough to bruise, the wall cold against his front and Sho hot against his back.

When Sho entered him, Aiba hissed and forgot how to speak. Loud wails that could pass for moans escaped his lungs, and he was very glad for the sudden rain because they would have definitely attracted some attention. His ears perked up at Sho's uncharacteristic use of such a filthy word and he found himself more aroused, if that were even possible.

Shakily, Sho started a sharp pace, pounding into Aiba quickly with no thought of comfort or pleasure on Aiba's behalf. This was about Sho. What Aiba had done frightened him, and that fear made him angry. He held the man's hips tightly in his hard grip and pounded, tilting his angle to make Aiba scream.

Aiba felt Sho pound against his prostate and wailed in a way that would ensure that his voice was hoarse by the end of this tryst. Sho felt so good inside him, and the way he was handling him was just what he wanted. He wished he could see Sho's face, the anger distorted with pleasure and maybe those cheeks tinted the least bit red in a heated embarrassment for what they were doing. The thought made his body spasm and tighten around Sho, feeling every inch of his erection as it was shoved in and out.

He was almost ready to come, without even touching himself. There was just one thing left that Sho had to do to complete this fantasy. "Sho-chan," he whined. "Let me hear you."

Sho closed his eyes and groaned. The anger was leaving him suddenly. Aiba felt too good. There was never anything that felt as good as this, and he felt that it was okay to forgive Aiba for his carelessness. But he still needed to be punished to make sure he never pulled a stunt like this again.

Aiba's muscles working around him nearly made him blind with the need to come, but he wanted Aiba to come first. That's how it worked in these rape fantasies, right? The "victim" had to come first? And so he held out, keeping the grueling pace as best he could, slowing down for a moment or two to catch a breath and then right back to pounding Aiba in the wall. The rain made their bodies slick and their shirts plaster to them. Sho pressed hard against Aiba, pressing them both farther into the wall.

He grunted and growled softly as it punctuated what he had to say. "This is it, Aiba. If you ever do this again, I won't fuck you. I'll make you touch yourself while I watch, and you won't be allowed to come for a good long time. Do you understand me?"

Sho slowed his pace for a moment to thrust harder into Aiba as he rested his forearms on the wall on either side of the man's head and tilted his head down to bite him hard through the wet shirt.

Words. That's all Aiba heard coming out of Sho's mouth, but the tone was what he wanted. He leaned back against Sho, feeling his heart beat like it was going to jump out of his chest, Sho's noises of promising release fueling him. He looped his arms around Sho's, feeling the muscles contract at the speed he was moving in and out of Aiba.

When Sho bit him, Aiba lost it. He shrieked into the night and his entire body jerked, clamping down on Sho for that last jab to his prostate before decorating the dark alley wall with his release. "Sho-chan," he wheezed, struggling to catch his breath. "Thank you."

His knees went out and he would have slumped to the floor had it not been for his grasp on Sho's arms, which was the only thing holding him up as he came down from his high.

Relief flooded Sho as Aiba came and he followed right behind, thrusting in one more time as he came hard enough to nearly black out. His balance was only a little better than Aiba's and he rested his forehead against the cool wall, glad for the rain that fell on him to cool him off. He wrapped an arm around Aiba's waist as he slipped out of him and held him strongly.

"Please don't ever scare me like that again, Aiba-chan" he whispered. "We'd never make it without you. I wouldn't ever forgive myself if you got hurt."

"I didn't want to get hurt," Aiba said softly, leaning back into Sho's wet embrace. "I just wanted you to pay attention to me." He sniffled, a little from the rain and a little from something else that was warming his heart. "I'm sorry, Sho-chan. I won't do it again, I promise."

Nuzzling his nose against Sho's jaw, he licked at the mixture of rain and sweat, urging Sho's mouth closer to his.

Sho shivered a little. The rain was cold. He tilted his head so that his lips pressed lightly against Aiba's and he kissed him softly. Sho pulled Aiba up so that he could stand on his own feet and went in search for the beautiful man's pants. He found them a little ways away soaked completely through.

"Put them on," he murmured softly handing them to Aiba. "We'll go back to my place and I'll put them in the wash while you dry off."

Now that things had calmed down, Sho was becoming increasingly embarrassed with what had just transpired. What had gotten into him?

"'Kay," Aiba replied distractedly. Sho could have just told him that this was being recorded and Aiba wouldn't have cared (in fact, the idea deeply intrigued him). He held onto Sho like he needed him to function, slowly tugging up his wet pants that became like a tight, second skin.

He saw Sho blush and reached up to cup his face. "I'm very glad it was you, Sho-chan." He wanted to say more, but something told him that was enough.

Sho smiled a little, the flushing likely deepening as he felt his face heat up more from the contact. "Oh, it could have been anyone from the group, and you would have been fine," he murmured. "I just happened to be that worried about you that I followed you. It's not a big deal..."

God, this was embarrassing. How was he going to look Aiba in the eyes anymore? Or the rest of the group?!

Aiba punched him playfully. "You are wrong! I wanted it to be you. I dreamed about it, thought of it while -" He chuckled and looked away, smiling through his embarrassment. "You know." He looked at Sho with big eyes and held out his hand like a girl. "Take me home, Sho-chan."

Sho watched him with wide eyes. "Like, home? Like your place? Or like....?" He wasn't sure he knew was Aiba was getting at, but his hand seemed a little more familiar with him now. Of course, they did just have sex against a brick wall in an alley, so that might have something to do with that....

He blinked a few times and took Aiba's hand. Oh, fuck it all, he thought. It was okay. He liked Aiba, too. The group has certainly been trying to set them up for years. At least now MatsuJun would shut up about how awesome Aiba was. He smiled to himself and pulled Aiba into his arms. Sho, of course, already knew that.

Owari