Gift fic for jade_lil

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GIFT FIC for jade_lil



Title: Dreaming wide awake
Pairing: Ohmiya, Sakumoto
Rating/Warnings: AU, Angst, Romance, R for sexual situations
Summary: when Sho managed to come back to the police station to report the happening, he heard for the first time Jun and Kazunari’s names.
Note: Title stolen from a Poets of the Fall’s song. Thank you so much to The Mods of this Exchange for being amazing and patient. And thank you so much to my beta reader for fixing this fic, you really helped me a lot: thank you. Also, I hope that jade_lil will like this fic, I tried my best to write something for you even though I was really nervous.





As soon as Sho opened his eyes he knew that something was definitely wrong. He was sitting against a trash can in a dirty alleyway. His head was throbbing in pain and his whole body was sore and stiff. He tried to stand up, but he ended up falling on his hands and knees. He tried to adjust his sight to the lack of light and finally saw it: a human figure laying on his back a few steps away from him. Sho crawled while his mind was fighting to recollect memories of the night before.

He remembered hearing a scream that sounded more like a moan while he was on his way back home, after a long day spent working at the police station. He remembered he had put his hand on his gun. He remembered what he had seen when he reached the alleyway: two bodies intertwined, both half naked. He remembered his own strangled gasp of surprise and how one of the two figures had turned around and let Sho see blood on his hands and… nothing else, everything turned black at that point.

Sho reached for the body that was lying on the asphalt. It was a fine man. And someone had slit his throat.
Sho called for an ambulance with his own mobile and, when he managed to come back to the police station to report the happening, he heard, for the first time, Jun and Kazunari’s names.

***

“Hi,” the man said and Sho shifted uncomfortable in his own chair.

He wasn’t used to this. He was just a regular policeman, accustomed to deskwork and boring stuff that he enjoyed; the kind of work that implied no risk and a flexible schedule. Now, instead, his chief had brought him to a small room at the back of the police station where another man was waiting for him, wanting to question him about what had happened the night before.

And Sho had no idea what more he could say than he already had.

“Hi,” the man said again and Sho nodded briefly.

“Hi,” Sho said.

The man smiled. He looked calm and he had quite a dull face in Sho’s opinion: round cheeks, sleepy brown eyes, short hair shaved on both sides of his head, and a slightly tanned skin. His hands were nervous and slender and he was caressing the table’s surface with the tips of his fingers. “So, they told me you met Jun.”
Sho nodded. “That’s the same thing they told me, but I don’t-”

The man laughed. He had a nice voice, melancholic and harmonious. “Don’t worry, officer, you did nothing wrong. Now, tell me everything you remember. Every detail is important.”

Sho looked down at his own intertwined fingers. “I wrote an official report about it already.”

“And I read it. You saw a man who was fucking another man-”

“…I didn’t write that!” Sho felt the tip of his ears going red.

The man quirked an eyebrow. “You didn’t?”

“They were not-” Sho cleared his throat. “When I saw them, one of them was-”

“Nishimura-san. The man who was murdered.”

Sho nodded. “Nishimura-san was kissing the other one, Jun…?” The man on the other side of the table nodded. “They were kissing and rubbing against each other, but they were not naked. Not completely. It didn’t look like an assault or a rape attempt. Nishimura-san seemed to be totally…” Sho closed his eyes, fighting against embarrassment and shame. “…at ease.”

The man laughed again. “And Jun?”

“What?”

“Was he enjoying it too?”

“With all the respect, sir, but what the hell of a question is that?”

“Ohno. Ohno Satoshi. There is no need to call me sir.”

“With all the respect, Ohno-san,” Sho asked, trying to keep his voice steady, “But what the hell of a question is that?”

Ohno chuckled. “I’m just trying to understand if we are talking about Jun.”

“And the fact that he was enjoying it is some kind of a clue?”

“Was he enjoying it?”

Sho fell silent for a moment. He could remember the expression on the other man’s, on Jun’s face. He was calm, his breath regular, even the movement of his hands on the other body looked controlled and somehow really professional. Sho shook his head, the image of Jun’s strong features stuck in his mind. “No, Ohno-san. He wasn’t.”

“Then,” Ohno said. “We are talking about Jun. You are going to work with me on this case from now on.”


***

“Professional assassins and whores, there is no better description for the two of them.”

After a whole week Sho was still having a hard time dealing with Ohno and his straightforward statements. When they met, that night, Sho almost chocked with the beer he was drinking because of the first thing Ohno chose to tell him.

“I’m sorry?”

“Kazunari and Jun. Did you read my report about them?”

Sho nodded. He didn’t like lying, but he didn’t like what the other man wanted to make him read either. His four years report was full of details Sho didn’t really want to know about Jun and Kazunari’s unique way of luring their victims and killing them: professional assassins and whores was really a pretty accurate description.

Ohno sat beside Sho.

They were inside a small café near the police station.

That night Ohno was wearing glasses and he looked tired. More tired than usual. Sho didn’t realize how much time he spent looking at the other man’s face until Ohno let go a small giggle. Sho looked away.

“Sho-kun,” Ohno said, and he took a sip of his own glass of beer while looking at one of the waitress, a small and quiet smile stretched on his lips. “Do you ever wonder about why Jun didn’t kill you?”

Sho nodded. “I do. All the time.”

The waitress bent down and Ohno followed the gentle curve of her back with his gaze. “And did you come up with an answer?”

Sho shook his head. Ohno asked for another beer. They didn’t talk, they just kept drinking and drinking until they were completely smashed.

At that point, Sho’s head was full of images of Jun. His meeting with the assassin had been the exact opposite of a dream, or of a nightmare. The more the time passed and the more Sho would remember about that night, about Jun and Nishimura-san.

His eyes closed, his forehead pressed on the café’s plastic table, Sho saw Jun between the shades of that dirty alleyway. He was half naked, his shirt and trousers open. Sho could see his dark underwear and the lines of his cock under the fabric. Jun had black hair, ruffled and wavy. His skin was pale and flawless with red love bites here and there. There were these little moles on his lips that Sho wanted to kiss, that Sho wanted to taste with the tip of his tongue, just like Jun’s nipples, and fingers, and chin. Sho wanted it, to shove Nishimura-san away from Jun and make him his. Make him scream. Sho wanted to hear his voice, to hear his moans against his ear, to…

“Sho-kun,” Ohno’s grip on his shoulder made him jump. “Sho-kun,” Ohno said again and Sho looked at him with watery and confused eyes. The café’s owner was standing there, waiting for them to leave.

The owner said something about policemen who were not supposed to drink like that, but Sho was too drunk and too hard to care. His cock was literally throbbing inside his own briefs. He wanted to go home and do something, anything, to get rid of those thoughts and sensations. A cold shower, that sounded like a great idea.

Unsteady on his legs, Ohno’s arm around his shoulders, he walked out of the café. Ohno, however, didn’t bring him home. Almost subtly, he dragged him to a near park and left him alone on a bench.

When Ohno came back, a couple of minutes later, he gave Sho one can of coffee.

To Sho’s big surprise, Ohno didn’t seem to be even half as drunk as himself.

“You can’t stop thinking about him.” It wasn’t a question, and Sho didn’t even try to deny it. He sipped his coffee and let the caffeine clear his mind. Ohno’s voice was gentle and not for the first time Sho thought that it was soothing. Almost beautiful.

When Sho didn’t say anything Ohno added a whispered “I knew it” and almost, almost smirked.

Sho snorted.

“How do you know?” Sho asked, after a long moment of silence because he knew that that was what Ohno was waiting for.

“Because it’s the same for me.”

Something bubbled inside Sho’s chest. A sharp and painful jealousy. He felt the urge to stand up and try to punch Ohno. But he didn’t. He clenched his fist and lowered his head. There was a time, a long time ago actually, when he was this kind of person: impulsive, violent… a jerk. But, yes, it was a long time ago. And he wasn’t even drunk enough to use it as an excuse now.

So, Sho just turned his head and locked his gaze to Ohno’s. Ohno smiled sweetly, beautifully and, really, Sho almost raised his fist this time. It was unfair, because Ohno was quiet and strange, really strange, but he was also attractive and special, Sho had realized that after a week working together. Ohno was special in a way that Sho didn’t know how to define, and Sho couldn’t bear the thought of this attractive and special Ohno and Jun together.

Jun and Nishimura-san was almost intolerable (and Nishimura-san was dead, for God’s sake, Jun had killed him!), but Jun and Ohno… if they had really met, if Ohno was obsessed with Jun as much as Sho was, then…
“I’m in love with him.” Ohno spoke and Sho’s rage reached its peak to cool down in an instant when Ohno added: “I’m in love with Kazunari.”

***

The first time Ohno met him, Kazunari was not working. It was unusual for an assassin like him to have a free night and he had decided to take a stroll through the park before going home.

That’s where he met Ohno.

Ohno was sleeping, lying on his back, arms crossed under his head. Next to him an unfinished oil painting. Kazunari sat beside him, his fingers digging through the grass, his eyes wandering between the painting and the sleeping man’s features.

Eventually, Ohno woke up.

He yawned and blinked and rubbed his eyes and he realized he was not alone only after a few minutes. By then, Kazunari was already laughing loudly.

“Are you always so airheaded?”

Ohno had soft features, beautiful for Kazunari to watch. And he knew that Ohno was probably thinking the same about him. Kazunari was slender, almost too thin, small, with short black hair, pale skin and deep eyes. His soft lips curved into a catlike smile as Ohno bent his head in embarrassment.

They started talking and as much as Kazunari knew that he had to leave, that it was dangerous, especially when Ohno said “I’m a cop” and Kazunari answered “And I’m a killer”, (and Ohno laughed wholeheartedly), he still couldn’t find a single reason to stand up and leave the other man.

Ohno had a blank look, but his voice was calming, his eyes captivating and the way he used to move his fingers midair while he was speaking was almost hypnotic. When Kazunari couldn’t bare it anymore, he just grabbed Ohno’s hand.

“I told you the truth.” Kazunari said, in a low voice. “I’m an assassin.”

“And how do you kill people?” Ohno retorted playfully, shifting his fingers into Kazunari’s grip, lacing them together. “With that witty mouth of yours?”

Ohno’s statement that time was close enough to the truth to make Kazunari leave. But it was not enough to prevent him for looking for Ohno again.

It was a month later, and Ohno’s mind was full of fantasies of Kazunari’s body and face, his ears were full of the sound of his voice, when they met again. Not by chance. Kazunari waited for Ohno in front of his apartment, as eager to see him again as Ohno was.

Kazunari’s body was sore and tired and he had marks of ropes on his wrists that Ohno tried to ignore as he pushed him against the wall of his bedroom and started touching his bare skin.

Ohno tried his best to ignore the traces of blood under Kazunari’s left ear too, and the signs of bites and scratches on his chest. But after a while, no matter how wonderful Kazunari’s mouth tasted on him, against his tongue, how amazing his body felt under his fingertips, Ohno gave up.

He lay there, on top of Kazunari, and they were both breathing hard. Their cocks twitched against each other’s belly as they moved, unable to find comfort or a way to release.

“I killed a man tonight,” Kazunari breathed on the shell on Ohno’s ear, and this time Ohno believed him. He stiffed, but he didn’t push him away. He just asked Kazunari to tell him his story and Kazunari did.

After that, they drank tea and watched a stupid television program for a while, then Kazunari excused himself and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came back, he found Ohno waiting for him. They sat on Ohno’s bed and Ohno took Kazunari’s hands in his. Then he kissed him, and it was a different kind of kiss, something Kazunari had never experienced before. Caring, was the first word that came to his mind. Caring and sweet, so sweet that for a moment he thought he couldn’t handle this.

When Ohno rested his forehead against Kazunari’s shoulder, Kazunari realized that Ohno was scared, scared of letting him go, and scared of keeping him close.

He thought of leaving. For their sake. Because this, whatever this was, was not supposed to happen. He thought of leaving, but Ohno hugged him, kept him near, and Kazunari gave up with a deep sigh of abandon. His mind stopped working when Ohno cupped his face between his fingers and kissed him again.

Minutes later, Ohno came inside him with one last trembling push, staring at the way Kazunari’s mouth opened in a silent and wet cry of pleasure.

***

“We never really talked about love. But-” Ohno voice faded and a little shy smile stretched on his lips.

Sho couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe that smile. Nor what the other man had actually said to him. “So, what are we doing?” Sho grunted. Somewhere deep inside his heart he had started considering Ohno as a partner, no, scratch that, as a friend. And now he was feeling more than slightly betrayed by his sudden confession. “I see you have no intention of seizing him.”

“Did I say that?” Ohno blinked, as if he was genuinely surprised.

Sho shook his head. “You didn’t, but I suppose-”

“You suppose wrong. I’m really doing my best to bring Kazunari to justice. And he is doing his best to prevent me from doing it. He shot me once.”

“He did what?” Ohno laughed and opened his shirt one button at the time. Only a few centimeters on the left side of his bellybutton there was a scar. A bullet scar. Sho stood up and moved one step.

Ohno was still laughing and Sho’s voice sounded a bit dizzy when he muttered: “This is crazy.”

“It’s not.” Ohno slowly crushed Sho’s empty can of coffee. “And I don’t tell this story to everyone, but since you met Jun I thought you could understand me.”

“I-“ Sho started speaking, but he stopped, unable to gather his thoughts. The night was clearing already and dawn was near. He could hear cicadas singing between the trees nearby. “I don’t know.” His voice sounded softer to his own ears. “Why do they do this?”

Ohno sighed and for the first time since Sho met him he saw frailty and pain in his expression. “Kazunari can’t remember a thing about his family. They took him away when he was just a kid. Back then he was already alluring enough to catch attention, wrong people’s attention. They taught him how to fight, how to defend himself. They trained him to be what he is. He didn’t really have a choice. Now he does what they tell him to do, he can’t even think about doing otherwise. He knows nothing else.”

“And Jun?” Sho’s voice shook a little.

“He is Kazunari’s best friend. They grew up together.”

“Are they just friends?”

Ohno smiled and let Sho see his eyes. They were full of tears, but none of them was running on Ohno’s round cheeks. Ohno’s expression was unreadable again, soft, calm, almost empty. “Are you asking me if they fuck each other? I don’t know. I’ve never asked. It would be quite dumb of me to inquiry about Kazunari’s sexual life, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” Sho lowered his gaze. “Yes, you are right.”

***

Sho slept the entire morning away. And he kept his window open, just in case…

***

“Why did you ask me if Jun was enjoying it?”

Ohno lifted his gaze from the paperwork he was working on as soon as Sho burst into his office at the police station. Ohno put his glasses aside and rubbed his temples. “Good afternoon, Sho-kun.”

“Why did you ask me?”

Ohno sighed. “They don’t usually feel any pleasure from sex. It would be distracting. They use sex to take control over their targets, that’s all.”

Sho almost regretted asking. It sounded more professional than what he liked. Professional assassins and whores. Again, Ohno’s definition of them stroke him hard.

Sho didn’t realize he was just standing there, eyes closed and brow furrowed, until he felt Ohno’s sympathetic touch on his arm. “Do you want me to relieve you of this case? I can ask. I’m sure there will be no problem.”

Sho looked at him. And he wondered what would be best not just for him, but for both of them. Was it a relief for Ohno to have someone who could understand how he was feeling? Or was Sho just messing up the whole situation? Ohno and Kazunari had been together, for real. Had talk to each other. They knew each other. But Sho had seen Jun only once and even though he couldn’t stop thinking about him, and about his reasons for keeping him alive, there was such a huge difference between his situation and Ohno’s.
He kept wondering how Ohno could think that they were in the same boat.

“I need to meet Jun,” Sho said, before he could even think about all the implications of what he was saying.
Ohno moved a single step forward and to Sho’s big surprise hugged him. He spoke with his mouth pressed against Sho’s chest. “I can arrange that.”

***

It happened.

They met one week later, during day time. Jun was wearing sunglasses and was waiting for Sho at a small café on the other side of the city.

Sho bowed. Jun stood up and gave him his hand to shook. He was taller than Sho had noticed the first time they had met.

At first it was so awkward that for long minutes Sho didn’t really know what to say. Or how to act. He spilled his coffee on the table and everywhere else and he almost fell when he excused himself in order to go to the bathroom and clean his shirt.

Sho was standing in front of the mirror, shirt open, fighting against some liquid soap, cold water and a way too persistent coffee stain, when Jun stepped inside the bathroom.

In the next few seconds, Sho found himself with his back pressed against one of the sinks, Jun’s hand on his bare stomach and his lips just inches from his. Jun didn’t kiss him, but he licked Sho’s lips, he bit them, and he traced with his mouth the line of Sho’s jaw.

“I’ve loved your lips since the first time I saw you.” Jun said. His voice was nasal but sweet, intoxicatingly sweet.

Sho shivered. It sounded so fake. And he wanted to push Jun away so badly. It was wrong, everything was wrong. Jun was just a trained whore, with a sharp tongue and skilled hands. Oh God, so skilled. Sho let out a strangled moan when Jun started stroking him through the fabric of his jeans, making Sho hard in an instant.

“Wait,” Sho said.

Jun almost started and he moved a step back, slowly, as if he was waiting for Sho to stop him. But even like that, the look on his face seemed unbelievably hurt and confused to Sho.

They looked at each other and Sho took his time to appreciate Jun’s beautiful features, and to notice every little imperfection of the other man. He fell in love with them. With the way Jun’s mouth quirked instead of being straight, with the masked marks of juvenile acne on his cheeks, with the feminine line of his waist and the way his jeans seemed to be almost too big for him around his hips.

“May I?” Sho asked, his right hand looking for Jun already.

Jun moved another step back. And another. And then he was the cornered one, when his heels hit the door of one of the bathroom’s stalls. Sho came closer. He stroked Jun’s cheek, he played with his hair, he followed with the tip of his fingers the pale line of his neck, the shape of his shoulder and arm.

Sho kissed Jun. On his lips, mouth just slightly open.

Jun breathed Sho in.

When they parted, Jun dragged him close. For a moment it was awkward again, Jun’s mouth open on Sho’s mouth, but no kissing, just breathing, Jun’s gaze locked into Sho. But then Jun kissed Sho. And Sho kissed Jun again. And again. Until they found themselves inside the bathroom stall, Sho’s hands lost on the back of Jun’s pants.

“Now,” Jun exhaled sharply against Sho’s throat. “Make me feel something, Sakurai Sho.”

And almost as desperate as Jun’s voice sounded, Sho obeyed.


***

“You must really hate your coworker to throw him like that into Jun’s arms, Oh-chan.”

Ohno didn’t show any sign of surprise when Kazunari sat beside him on the bench. Ohno was just standing there since that morning, keeping an eye on the café on the other side of the street where Sho and Jun were having their first embarrassed conversation.

“You are wrong.” Ohno answered. He tilted his head to the side and cast a glance to Kazunari. “I like him. He is clumsy and not very good when it comes to feelings, but I like him.”

Kazunari smiled. He was in disguise, with a cap lowered almost to the line of his eyebrows, dressed casually with an anonymous t-shirt and washed-out jeans. “You used to like that Masaki too. But it didn’t end well with him. How can you be sure that this Sho guy will help you and he will not run away?”

Ohno shifted to his right side and gave Kazunari his complete attention. At the same time Jun disappeared inside the café following Sho into the bathroom.

“Masaki was too kind hearted.” Ohno’s voice was quiet and firm, his gaze run on Kazunari’s sharp jaw. “I was wrong to drag him into this.”

“You definitely were, Oh-chan.” Kazunari smiled, but there was something soft and sad in the line of his lips that made Ohno’s heart clench.

“I heard he got married last year.” Ohno said and a little bit of Kazunari’s sadness faded.

They fell quiet.

There was almost no one around and it was a warm sunny day. Ohno let his fingers glide in the space between his and Kazunari’s body, looking for his hand, but then, when he was about to touch him, Kazunari spoke again. His voice deep and strained.

“You should do the same. You should forget about me, go to another city, open that damn bakery you talk about almost every time we meet and-”

Ohno brushed his fingers against Kazunari’s. His hand was cold and resistant. It refused to curl, it refused to welcome Ohno’s grip.

Ohno didn’t give up. “I will not abandon you.” He said and he felt rather than saw Kazunari holding his breath and shiver. “I’m going to arrest you. And I’m going to put the ones who did that to you and Jun in jail until they will be hanged as they deserve.”

Kazunari smiled the tiniest smile and he surrendered. He turned his hand and intertwined his fingers with Ohno’s and Ohno pretended not to see the small hint of hope and desperation in Kazunari’s eyes when he bent forward. They looked for each other’s face and lips in a clumsy kiss with too many feelings and thoughts involved. Kazunari refused to let go of Ohno’s hand even when his wrist bent almost painfully.

“Then,” Kazunari said, breaking the kiss for a moment, his cap falling on the ground when he came even closer, his forehead against Ohno’s forehead. “Hurry up and take me, Satoshi.”

Comments

[stormymood.livejournal.com]

A sparkling spot for jade_lil

[jade-lil.livejournal.com]

ANON-SAN, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. OH MY GOD, THIS -- THIS, WOW, YOU JUST DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVED THIS. YOU REALLY SURPRISED ME WITH THIS, I WASN'T EXPECTING THE WAY YOU WROTE MY PROMPT! I WAS REALLY IMPRESSED.

SORRY FOR THE CAPS ABUSE, BUT REALLY, I WANT TO EMPHASIZE HOW LOVELY THIS FIC IS.

MY TWO TOP OTPs, OHMYGOD, I COULDN'T STOP SQUEALING AND MIND YOU, THE IMAGES YOU SERVED IN WRITING THIS FIC WAS PURE BRILLIANT, I DIDN'T THINK I COULD EVER WATCH NAKED WEAPON AGAIN WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT THIS FIC XD. SO AMAZING.

THIS.

Professional assassins and whores, there is no better description for the two of them.

OH, MATSUMIYA.. THE ROLE OF BEING THE WHORES/ASSASSINS WERE JUST PERFECT FOR THEM, DON'T YOU AGREE? AND THE IDEA OF SHO/OHNO AS POLICEMEN WHO ARE IN LOVE WITH NINO/JUN TICKLES MY FANCY. MAN, YOU JUST MADE ME THE HAPPIEST GIRL ALIVE FOR WRITING THIS.

ALSO THIS, “And I read it. You saw a man who was fucking another man-”

“…I didn’t write that!” Sho felt the tip of his ears going red.

FLUSHING SHO-CHAN IS JUST TOO CUTE, AND I COULDN'T HELP BUT IMAGINE OHCHAN POUTING AT HIM AT THE SAME TIME, SUCH LOVELY IMAGES.

AND THIS, BECAUSE MY HEART LONGS EVERYTIME FOR OHMIYA ROMANCE (AND SCREENTIME, HEH) He thought of leaving. For their sake. Because this, whatever this was, was not supposed to happen. He thought of leaving, but Ohno hugged him, kept him near, and Kazunari gave up with a deep sigh of abandon. His mind stopped working when Ohno cupped his face between his fingers and kissed him again.

*sighs happily*

I LOVE THIS, REALLY. I THINK MY VOCABULARY FOR TONIGHT IS LIMITED TO HAPPY SIGHS AND SQUEALING, BUT YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY. THERE ARE TOO MANY AMAZING THINGS IN THIS FIC, AND MOST OF IT IS BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T FOCUS ON ONE PAIRING ALONE. THE AMOUNT OF "SCREENTIME" FOR EACH CHARACTER WAS NICELY WRITTEN, AND YOU WERE ABLE TO DISTRIBUTE THE SCENES EVENLY WITHOUT LETTING THE ONE OF THE TWO PAIRINGS SUFFER. I KNOW THE PROMPT WAS KIND OF HARD, SINCE I THREW IN TWO PAIRINGS IN THERE BUT YOU MANAGED TO WRITE IT REALLY WELL.

THE SCENE IN THE BATHROOM WITH JUN AND SHO WAS HOT AND AT THE SAME TIME, INTIMATE.

WHEN JUN SAID THIS, “Now,” Jun exhaled sharply against Sho’s throat. “Make me feel something, Sakurai Sho.” I WAS LEFT STUNNED, WAITING FOR SHO TO MAKE HIS MOVE (WHICH I SUPPOSED HE DID, *GRINS*)

AND THE ENDING, OH SWEET JESUS. OHNO REALLY DID KNOW HOW TO CHARM THE PANTS OFF OF ANYONE WEARING IT, MOST ESPECIALLY NINO'S. THE ENDING WAS JUST TOO SWEET, AND NINO'S ANSWER -- WELL, I'M LEFT 'KYAAAING' ALL BY MYSELF AND MY ROOMMATE LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS INSANE OR SOMETHING.

WHATEVER.

I'M SO HAPPY, REALLY.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY BESIDES A HUGE, HUGE 'THANK YOU' TO YOU, ANON-SAN, FOR THIS GIFT. THANK YOU.

[arashiforyou.livejournal.com]

it's suddenly hot on my seat XDD
this was fun to read! it brought back my old feels of wanting a smutty fic but without the smut details, which i actually like :3

[berniechan.livejournal.com]

8gugdwqdguygUVKUHjwd
Incoherent babbling because this fic is brilliant. I had no idea what the summary meant (and rather confused) at first but it was such a ride to read and follow the story.

ashagdhjsfgjh assassins and whores gaaaaaah (they render me speechless to incoherent when it's written well like this and and and-)

Also love how the smut was written with just enough there and not too much (if that makes sense). Great job!

[shinigamiami.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh this kind of ending eh? Makes me want more XD

[lilly0]

Wow, Anon-san, BRILLIANT!
The suspense, the angst... and still, it's also sexy O_O
Good job, this was awesome!
(kinda makes me wish for a sequel :D)

[kiriezero.livejournal.com]

wow! this was very good! I liked you style <3
but now I really want to know what happens next!!! >v< and what happened with Masaki??? O.o? I also would love to know more about their past (like the shooting Ohno incident and why Nino is sad about Masaki) hehehe ^^

[inachan89.livejournal.com]

Awesome fic,really,a lot of suspense!!
Thanks for this^^