Arashi - Dream Logic

Title: Dream Logic
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: ohno/nino
Rating: R
Word count: 695
Notes: I write weird stuff when I listen to Massive Attack. (see?) This is random angsty ohmiya sex so I actually gave it a rating and everything. I'm kind of tempted to write Ohno's POV of this thing, to show how things differ from how Nino sees them. But I don't think this is worth it; you can draw your own conclusions. :P


Turn of the light switch stops the flickering in my eyes, stops the fast forwarding of my feelings. And the breathing almost ceases, but only for three seconds. This is not about the kisses or the looks or the touches. It's about the moaning. Your voice is the first thing inside me, through my head and down my spine. You turn against me, sliding your mouth over my skin.

Our bodies stick together with sweat and saliva and I've already grown too attached to you. Pulling my hand away is impossible when you moan into my neck, the sound making waves on my skin.

It had once been just a game and I'm not sure when it changed into this or when it stopped mattering what eyes were outside of this room. Blind or just pretending?

It gets even darker when you turn me around and I bury my face into the pillow. Hotel walls can betray you.

I love the moments when you concentrate. I love it more when you focus only on me. And I love the moments when you forget, a hand faltering over my back, fingers left tangled in my hair, loose and unsure. I love being your distraction. I wonder if it could turn into a purpose instead of this mix of boredom and lust. Right now this is just too convenient for me to believe in.

When you push inside me you moan my name. The way your voice trembles turns into steel in the pit of my stomach, it coils tightly around my organs and invades my nerves, making it almost impossible to slow down. You start to move and I can hear the desperation clearly in my voice when I form words that come out of my mouth tangled together, turning into a meaningless flow of low noises and even I aren't sure what I was trying to say. Then I call your name, all three syllables lost between inhaling and exhaling, my voice trembling with my body, and your grip around me tightens. I'd like to believe it's possessiveness or obsession but I wonder if it's only because you are scared, waiting for the wrong words (or the right ones?) from me. It's all you need to run away but I still have to press my lips tightly together and bite into my tongue not to say them. Sometimes even when we are out of bed, sometimes even when you aren't touching me, even when you aren't looking at me. Things are getting out of hand.

No, they got out of hand a long time ago.

I come first, I always do, maybe because I need you more, and you cover my mouth with your hand and I remember to hold back. I want to see your face but I can't turn around, can't even open my eyes. I lick at your fingers, suck on them and it's your turn to grunt and shiver. Your open mouth is pressed against the back of my neck and your tongue is hot and firm over my skin. Your grip turns into an embrace gradually, a natural gesture in a moment when you can't pay attention to anything.

You pull away, just enough to let me turn around, and then I'm back against you. It would be too complicated not to stay near you, so I curl myself around you and watch your face as the lines of concentration vanish and your eyes turn soft again. There's a hint of smile on your lips when you lean closer and rub your nose against my cheek, making me squirm.

You sigh, your arms remaining locked around me when you fall asleep. It almost makes me feel like this is real, like you need me in the same way as I need you. Right now, I choose not to be reasonable. I pull you even closer and make sure that you are asleep before telling you the dangerous things about me.

You sigh again and mumble against my throat in your sleep, automatic dream logic responses to the words seeping into your dream.

I can't quite make out what you're saying.