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Title: Manipulation
Rating: R
Fandom: Tenimyu
Pairing: Shirota/Aiba
Summary: Shirota plays Aiba like his piano, and Aiba is cute and clueless.
Inspired by Aiba's latest blog post.

Aiba hummed under his breath, tapping his foot to the beat of the piece he was humming. It wasn’t that difficult a song to sing, it had a steady rhythm and the notes were all fairly close together. It would probably sound more like he was talking then singing. “Whatcha humming?” Aiba jumped, spinning to look at who had asked he flushed a little.

“Shirota-san!” Aiba fumbled, his fingers crinkling the edges of the sheet music. Aiba had not expected Shirota to pop up in the small coffee house Aiba liked to go to occasionally. The shop had good cocoa, which was important since Aiba did not like coffee that much, and it was right by the Avex offices, so he could stop by before going in or after he’d met with his manager and needed a breather. There was no reason for Shirota to be nearby.

If Aiba had known he was going to run into his crush he would have dressed appropriately, instead of wearing a loose black shirt and jeans.

“Aiba-chii!” Shirota grinned, sliding into a seat at Aiba’s two-person table. “Fancy meeting you here.” By which Shirota meant ‘hello Aiba-chii, I have been stalking you, and after extensively terrorizing and interrogating several of your companions have managed to figure out where and when it would be best to show up and yet still pass it off as a casual meeting so I can seduce the pants off you before you think to bolt.’

It was all in the subtext really you learn that most things in life are in the subtext.

“Ah. I was. Just drinking some cocoa.” Aiba smiled. It was nice to see Shirota, even if it made butterflies flutter about his stomach. Aiba did not need butterflies especially after what his manager had just mentioned to him.

“I see.” Shirota grinned. He loved that cute uneasy look Aiba got around him. Usually it was quickly replaced by a rambunctious grin or totally off the wall action that made everyone forget Aiba was nervous. Shirota found any thing Aiba did cute, so he did not miss when the grin disappeared, but he loved it when it stayed. “And humming. What were you humming?”

“Oh.” Aiba hid the sheets of music behind his back. “My manager said I had to do some singing for this cell phone download. He gave me the music, but he said I didn’t have to use it. I figured I would.” Aiba knew his singing wasn’t the best, but hey, at least he wasn’t Zukki.

“Lemme see.” Shirota grinned, holding out his hand. Singing, a sure fire way to spend time with Aiba. Shirota remembered the late night practices when they practiced singing and dancing back in Yamabuki. Tentatively Aiba handed the papers over. Shirota looked over the song, making a face. “It’s okay. I guess. But if you really want to wow them you should sing one of mine.”

Shirota was puffing his chest out proudly. It was really cute, if a little funny. “You’re so sure of yourself Shirota-san.” Aiba huffed and snatched back his sheet music. By sure of himself, he meant ‘just a tad arrogant’. “And anyway, I couldn’t sing one of your songs. I’d need private lessons.”

“And that.” Shirota grinned. “Is where I come in. C’mon, you can come back to my apartment and take a look. I’ll help you out.” Shirota stood, latching onto Aiba’s arm and dragging the other out of the shop.

“My cocoa.” Aiba bewailed the loss of the sweet beverage, his whine echoing on the winter street as Shirota led him off.

“Here.” Shirota sat Aiba down on his piano bench, setting up some sheet music. His apartment was small and cluttered, but it had enough room for him, his clothes, his bed, a kitchen, and his standup piano. Shirota loved the piano; he had found it in the back of a local piano shop and fallen in love. It sounded like a dream when played right.

Shirota had secretly named it Aiba-chii. He liked imagining he had the ability to play Aiba as well as his piano.

“Ah. Shirota-san…. I still don’t know…” Aiba shifted, a little uncomfortable on the hard wood bench.

“Just give it a try Aiba-chii. You know I’m a good sensei right?” Shirota fluttered his eyelashes a little, enjoying the small flush that lit up Aiba’s cheeks.

“Right.” Aiba turned from Shirota, blushing a little at how handsome he was. “Just… singing right?” Shirota place a large warm hand on his back and Aiba startled.

“Posture Aiba-chii.” Shirota murmured, his voice far too close to Aiba’s ear for comfort. Aiba flushed even more, straightening his back. “You’re a dancer, you know all about posture right?” Shirota’s voice held a hint of a laugh and Aiba squirmed away from the hand on his back.

“I know. And I know it’s important to singing too.” Aiba hated it when Shirota embarrassed him. Though he bounced back quickly. “Okay. Uh. You have an intro right?” Aiba’d like to get a feel for the music before bouncing right in.

“Yup.” Shirota played a few bars of music, his long graceful fingers sliding easily over the keys, coaxing music from them. Aiba looked over the words and notes, fitting them into the music and as soon as Shirota reached his entrance he started singing. The song really wasn’t that difficult, though he had a few stumbles keeping up with Shirota’s pace. He was still learning the words and notes after all, but it was fun and by the time they had run through the song a few times and he felt good enough about it to say he could sing it for his manager and have it recorded they were both laughing.

Aiba collapsed against Shirota, his shoulders shaking a little. “Are all your songs about love Shirota-san? You’re not pining for someone are you?” Shirota’s laughter stopped and Aiba cut himself off seconds after. Tilting his head Aiba met Shirota’s eyes. “Are you?”

“Well. It depends. Pining means that my interest doesn’t return my affections.” Shirota bent his head, cupping Aiba’s chin and watching as the younger man’s eyes widened. “You don’t not return them right Aibachii?” And then he sealed his mouth over Aiba’s, locking their lips and muffling whatever answer Aiba may have given.

Aiba flushed, moving his lips back against Shirota’s. He had been kissed a few times, but he was still a relative virgin to such things. Pulling back Shirota was grinning. “You like me. Right?”

“So sure of yourself.” Aiba grinned a little too, and then pounced, moving to straddle Shirota’s hips as the other straddled the piano bench. He grasped Shirota’s shoulders and mashed his mouth against Shirota’s, knocking teeth before he got a hang of the kiss and was able to slip his tongue into Shirota’s mouth, showing off just how good a kisser he could be.

Shirota hadn’t expected Aiba to catch on so fast, and especially not to just climb into his lap and kiss him. Carefully he placed his hands on Aiba’s bony hips, making sure he could keep his precarious perch. Sliding his hands around Aiba’s backside to cup his ass Shirota let out a small groan into the kiss, sucking on Aiba’s tongue and teasing his own along Aiba’s palatte. Aiba’s ass was so cute. It was round and firm and Shirota couldn’t help a small squeeze.

Aiba squeaked, cheeks flooding with warmth, but moved his hips back against Shirota’s hands. It felt kinda good when Shirota did that.

Shirota squeezed again, pulling away from the kiss and catching his breath. “Like it?” Shirota’s voice was a little huskier then usual, and he watched Aiba shiver from it before he latched onto Aiba’s neck, sucking gently.

Aiba practically arched his back from the affects of Shirota’s voice and the older man sucking on his neck. He was hard, which were making his tight (some would say girly) pants a little uncomfortable. Aiba was a normal teenage boy, he got hard from about anything. “Sh-Shirota-san…” Aiba flushed, then gave a shout as one of Shirota’s warm hands moved from his ass to rub at his groin, massaging the hard flesh. It was too much and Aiba whimpered as he came, ruining his jeans.

“Aah! Oh!” Aiba blinked, his mind catching up quickly. “Aack!” He scooted back, off the bench. “My jeans!” There was a dark stain spreading across the crotch. If he tried he could make it look like he had simply dumped water on himself, but that illusion wouldn’t last long.

“I can wash them for you.” Shirota kindly offered, flushed and aroused as he sat on the bench. “Since it is my fault they’re dirty.” Aiba shook his head.

“You don’t- oh. Uh. You didn’t finish did you…” Aiba moved forward and Shirota shook his head.

“It’s okay. I mean, I can just…” He made a hand motion.

“No! I mean, you got, uh, me off let me…” Aiba was at the end of the bench now, undoing Shirota’s zipper and sliding his hand inside. “I uh. Like you, you know.” Aiba slid his eyes upward, big brown doe eyes under thick lashes.

Shirota kissed Aiba, doing a mental victory dance. Maybe he could manipulate Aiba as well as his piano. Then he set aside the mental calisthenics for later. He had Aiba’s hand on his dick. That was so much more important.

Huh. I actually did some writing. ShiroAi even. Go me?