Title: Leave Unsaid What's Unspoken
Author: artimitatessex or thefrug
Pairing: Nino/???
Rating: NC-17ish...
Fandom: Arashi
Summery: Please catch me now, I'm lying. You taught me how it can feel like love.
A/N: This story is dedicated to two people, komeyama, because your porn made me want to write porn. And to nicadj because your angst made me want to write angst. The pairing says "???" but, everyone who knows me...should know who it is! Enjoy! WARNING : This was written on intense lack-of-sleep...beware of run on sentences!! Beta read by myself! <3




The day had been long. All he really wanted was his warm comforter that he had spent the day dreaming about. The thought of curling up; his knees pulled up to his chest and his pillow pressed against his cheek; thoughts like these were the reason he could get through the day. Tomorrow was only a half day thankfully, so he didn't have to wake up as early as usual.

He slipped the key into the top lock of his small apartment door and swung it open; dropping his duffle bag on the floor first; hastily slipping off his shoes. Moments later, he was standing in the middle of his living room; his feet making dull thuds against his hard wood floor. The moonlight shown in from the large bay window; bathing him in a soft blue glow. It was in that moment; as he exposed his tired eyes to the moon that he heard a sound from the opposite end of the apartment. He looked towards his kitchen, however, he couldn't see much in the dark. He started to get an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked back and forth; at sections of the apartment in two-blink intervals. His ears concentrating on picking up every minute sound around him. Had his apartment been broken into? Did he have mice? Or was it something more familiar?

"Hello?"

He called out to nothing; there wasn't even an echo to respond to him. He gripped his cell phone that was in his left hand. Ready to bolt out his door and call the police, if need be. However, he noticed that his hands were beginning to shake. He lifted his phone a little higher until he heard a creak come from behind him. He turned quickly, his mouth open; ready to speak again. He looked towards the empty door of his bedroom; it was pitch black inside. He couldn't see even a hint of the furniture within; the moonlight could not reach it. He didn't know what force took over him; but he let his cell phone drop to the ground. The piercing sound of it hitting the floor resounded in his ears; so loud. He didn't look down, he didn't react; he just walked forward. Keeping his eyes on the door of his bedroom; it was open just a crack but with every step he took, he ached to open the door completely. To let the blue moonlight spill into it. He could feel a cold sweat forming on the edges of his hairline; his breathing becoming heavier in his chest.

He felt like he wasn't himself, as if he was watching his actions for across the room;a separate pair of eyes. He entered the room, letting in a stream of light. He immediately went for the lamp on his bedside table. The second he flicked on the light and let his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness - he felt himself being tackled. All the air was pushed from his lungs as he landed face up on his king size bed. Once he caught his breath, he opened his ears and looked at the figure that was hovering over him. Almond eyes and black hair. As quickly as it came, his breath left his lungs once again. He felt his chest constrict with painful dry sobs as he looked into the chestnut colored eyes that he had been longing to look into. He tried to lift up his left hand to caress his cheek; but he soon realized that his arms were being pinned down to the bed by those delicate hands.

"Don't move." He said. His voice serious and playful all at the same time. He looked at Nino's arms and then back into his eyes; he only nodded in response. He let go of Nino's arms and they stayed in place. The man reached his hands towards his black t-shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift movement. Nino gasped at how perfect the contrast of his pale skin and black hair were; the perfect complimentary colors.

"What are you-" The words began to leave Nino's mouth but he was quickly silenced by a hand completely covering his lips. He couldn't even breathe out of his mouth anymore; all he could do was look up with his best furrowed brow. His angry eyes were quickly replaced with those of a person experiencing utter pleasure as he then felt nimble fingers making their way underneath the hem of his pants; stopping at the zipper and then disappearing. Nino opened his eyes once again and looked up into the eyes of the man straddling his lap. With a cocky smirk spread across his face; the man bent down so that he was nose to nose with Nino.

"Don't talk." He whispered in a low, husky tone that immediately made Nino concede. The hand was then removed from his lips and he took a large gasp of air into his already open lungs. There were a million questions running through his head: How was he here? Did he miss me? Does he still taste the same? But the loudest thought in his mind in this moment was 'keep you mouth shut and let him do whatever he wants to you!'. After all, he had been wanting exactly this for the past seven years.

"You missed me...of course you did..." He said as he let his hands graze across Nino's chest, his ministrations along his belly button caused the breath in Nino's lungs to hitch. Nino himself, besides trying his best not to say anything, couldn't stop looking at the man above him. Seven years...it had been seven years since he had gotten to feel him like this; since he had got to feel the weight of him on his lap. It had been seven years since he had gotten to hear the sound of his voice. His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the subject of his musings as his hands slowly began to unbuckle his belt and leisurely pulled the zipper down; it was loud, as if it was the only sound in the room. As Nino thought about it more, he realized that the only sound that could be heard in the dimly lit room; was his heavy breathing. Again, he was shot back into reality as he felt warm hands swoop into his undone pants and reach out for the first piece of skin that it could find. It was in this moment, when flesh touched flesh that Nino realized the absurdity of the situation.

It took all of his strength to push the man off of him. He got to his feet, his pants almost slipping off completely; his quick reflexes pulled them back up to his hips as he re-buckled his belt.

"Okay! I think I have been a pretty good sport about this up until now! But...but I'm not going to go any further unless I know why the hell you are even here!" Nino yelled, using all of his strength to keep himself standing; not plunging back onto the bed and taking the man that was currently sitting in the center of the bed; looking up at him with dark eyes.

"It's what you want isn't it?" He said, he voice lower than before; but still harsh and husky. The lines in between Nino's eyebrows grew bigger as he thought about the words. It was true; he wanted nothing more than to ride the man in front of him until they both broke. However, if they did that; he wouldn't get the answers that he needed more than anything.

"Just having you won't solve anything. I need real words." Nino said, the decisiveness in his voice was obvious; but he still sounded weak. The man stood again; Nino recalled that they were the same height. They were eye to eye; but only for a split second before he was pushed up against the wall. Arms on either side of his face, a tongue sliding along to crook of his neck. A pair up lips made their way up his neck until they were parallel with his ear.

"Words never got us anywhere good in the first place." He whispered before letting his hands slid back to Nino's pants. They made quick of his belt for the second time, and undid his fly with no effort at all. Before Nino could even inhale, his pants were on the floor; in a puddle at his feet. His hands came up touched the bare back of his former lover; his flesh felt white hot. This didn't bother Nino in the slightest; in fact it made him pull closer. His hands were in the man's hair, feeling it's silky locks flow in and out of his fingers. The other pulled away for a moment and looked into Nino's eyes; black and amber.

"What are you doing here?" Nino pleaded, his mind began to ache from all the thoughts bursting through his brain at this moment. The man in front of him, looked at him with a confused expression. It was the first time since this began, that he had looked human; like he was finally letting his emotions break through.

"I'm saving you...right?" He asked, his eye brows furrowing together. He spoke like a lovesick teenager; or a man who seemed much younger than his true age. It was a flash of his innocence that had disappeared years ago; but bits of it still managed to break through and see the sunlight. Nino couldn't believe his ears; his mind flashed with memories that had been buried years before.

"If I ever lose my way...if I become someone I don't want to be...would you save me?”

"I'll always be here to save you."

The tight, constricted feeling in Nino's chest returned once again, and this time he let the tears come. He was finding it hard to breathe as he looked into the eyes of his long lost lover; letting his hands touch the warm cheeks and trace a trail down his neck and around his shoulders. He suddenly didn't have any self control as he just let himself feel everything on the man in front of him. Nino became a different Nino; someone he used to be years ago. Before he became a hollow man, living every day in a tight circle of lies.

Nino felt himself stepping forward, away from the wall; back towards the bed. All the while, he was stripping himself of the rest of his clothing; and doing the same to the partner in front of him. The man; his past lover laid down on the bed, letting his head hit the pillow without so much of a sound. Once Nino rid himself of his shoes and t-shirt, he climbed onto the bed; positioning himself over the patient man. Once more, their eyes met and Nino smirked at him.

"You're here to save me?" He asked, only one tiny hint of skepticism in his voice; as he brushed a tiny eye lash off of his fleshy cheek.

"Only if you need it. I wouldn't have shown up otherwise..." He said, he voice still low. But there was something different about it this time. It was softer; closer to the way it was when they had been inseparable. Nino didn't speak again; he just let his mouth and his shaking fingertips do all the conversing for him. He felt every inch of the man's body; reacquainting himself with the feel of his smooth, ageless skin. At some point it stopped being reminiscent and began to gain heat with each and every kiss. At some point they stopped being sweet and started being needy. It had been seven years since either of them had felt these kinds of feelings and sensations; there was a place for remembrance. There was also a time for them to get down to business. Nino was the first one to make the move as he lifted his slender body and slid down the length of his lover's body. All the hairs stood up on his arms when he heard the man's breath hitch and catch in his throat; the excitement of both of them jumped forward a couple notches in that instant. Suddenly, they weren't taking it slow anymore; they were taking each other; in the best way they knew how. Hard and fast.

Before Nino knew it, time flew and they were beyond foreplay. He was suddenly pinned down by the man he loved more than anything else in the world; the sweat of their skin causing them to slip and slide across each other. He could hardly breathe as he lifted his lips to the man's ears and whispered: "...in the top drawer”. He felt his weight lift off him as he reached for the drawer; moments later there was something cold and slick making contact with his burning skin. He could have sworn he heard someone whisper 'turn over' but before he could respond, he found himself on his stomach; completely aware of what was going to happen next.

Then, suddenly he felt those heavenly fingers inside of him; preparing him for the show and he felt like crying. It had been so long since he had felt this kind of sensation; the warmth; the passion. So long that he felt like an aged old man, like he wasn't cut out for something like this anymore. His thoughts were quickly interrupted as he was gently lifted up by warm hands; then he felt it. The tip; it was the tip and he was ready. Ready to be saved. They came together and every sad, happy, angry and every other genuine moment in their relationship flashed through his mind. He squeezed his eyes in pain and watched the light dance behind his eyelids. They broke into their usual rhythm, limbs knocking into each other chaotically. He could feel soft lips kiss him along the spine and hot breath beating onto his skin every time he exhaled.

The second he had the thought to reach between his legs and help himself; a hand came around and did it for him. The palm of his hand felt white-hot; so hot it felt almost cold against his rigid member. It was enough to almost burst over the edge. However, he bit his lip and took a steady breath. He tried his best to keep it going as long as he could; but it had been so long and their rhythm had been so perfected over the years; he still knew exactly what spots to hit. After only a few minutes and a heap of well-placed thrusts, Nino felt himself come into his lover's hand as he bit back a scream. Seconds later, he felt the last spastic thrusts of his beloved paramour before he came inside of Nino and thus, collapsed on his back. After taking a second to catch his breath, he pulled himself out of Nino and laid down on his side; looking at the exhausted man at his side. Nino had his eyes closed for a long time before he opened them and studied the sweaty and worn face of the man beside him.

"Ne, Satoshi?" Nino whispered, using the least bit of energy he possibly could to talk. Ohno or the image that Nino remembered of him seven years ago; made no reaction to the sound of Nino's voice. He just opened his eyes and looked lovingly back at the younger man.

"I think...I think this is the last time we should see each other like this..." Nino said, so quietly he could barely hear himself. When he opened his eyes, all he saw was the bright smile of his best friend; his lover. Scratch that...your dead lover, Nino reminded himself.

"Close your eyes." Ohno said, with a hint of playfulness in his voice. Nino did as he was told, he always did. There was silence for a moment.

"Okay...you can open them now." He heard Ohno once again. With a smile, he opened his eyes.

It was bright in his bedroom, the morning sun streaming in through his curtains, leaving light and dark lines all across the bed. Nino didn't register where he was for a long, silent moment. He blinked again and again until he sat up in bed. He looked down at himself, and saw that he was wearing a pair of red, plaid boxers; his usual sleep wear and that the pillows and bed sheets were all in a messy pile at the end of his bed. He recalled every detail of what had just happened to him. It was another dream, just like the one the night before; and the night before that. However, something about this one was different from the others; like it had been the resolution after a long and painful conflict.

Nino sat up in bed and gazed out of his bedroom window; letting the sun warm his chilled face. Was there really a calm after the storm?

The End

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Song:Wake Up, Open the Door and Escape to the Sea
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