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Title: Selfishness
Author: K8
Pairing: Shirota/Aiba, Irei/Aiba, Shirota/Aiba/Irei
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Shirota kisses like a dork, Irei kisses like a professional, and Aiba ends up caught in between, in love with one and committed to the other.
A/N - this started out as a drabble to

nikihiiragizawa who urged me to finish it. Dedicated to her and Juu-chan.

Shirota kissed like a dork. All tongue and drool and teeth and earnest puppy dog brown eyes staring at you the whole time. Shirota would also get a little ahead of himself while he kissed, hands moving to slide under shirts, fingers tickling ribcages, and what Aiba hated most was the ass grabs. He knew he had a good ass but sometimes he felt Shirota's squeezes would leave a mark or something. Like what happened when you squeezed a stress ball too hard. Aiba had a habit of doing that when Shirota was being extra dorky. He had a little yellow stress ball that he'd drawn a chibi Shirota on, it was a bad drawing but that's beside the point, and when he was upset he'd squeeze and squeeze and SQUEEZE. It took the stress ball a while to get rid of the fingerprints.

Irei kissed like a professional, he was slow and smooth and utterly sexy. It was kind of like when Irei talked, able to convince you of just about anything. Aiba was well known for being one of the biggest suckers on the Tenimyu cast, he fell for about any prank or trick, and Irei was constantly managing to wheedle things out of him. A lunch date, dinner, movies, coffee afterwards, coffee in Irei's apartment afterwards, *other* things in Irei's apartment afterwards. Aiba'd figured Irei was just using him as a conquest. The other didn't really seem like the relationship type and Aiba and Shirota had broken up *again* that month. (It was the 8th official breakup, though there were about 12 if you counted the unofficial ones, and the only one that had lasted longer then a week.) Irei had kept at it after Aiba had thought he would be bored though. In fact Irei seemed to want Aiba more after they'd fallen into bed together.

But Shirota had come back, asking for Aiba's forgiveness and if they could give it a try one more time... Usually Aiba fell into Shirota's arms, apologizing and saying that it was his fault too. Sometimes after a breakup it would be Aiba who tracked down Shirota to apologize, but usually Shirota found him. After the fling with Irei though Aiba was conflicted. Irei probably wouldn't constantly break up with him all the time, but how long until the other got bored? Irei and Aiba had fun together but Shirota and Aiba played tag around the apartment, and watched bad movies, and kissed each other during the eleven o'clock news. Aiba was in love with Shirota, but knew he could easily love Irei too.

And he'd thought this type of thing only happened in romance novels.

“Aibachii?” Shirota questioned, touching Aiba’s cheek as the other drifted off. “Aibachii are you feeling okay?” Aiba was looking a little pale, and there were circles under his eyes. Had Aiba been working too hard lately? Shirota knew that Aiba had a tendency to ignore his body’s need for rest. Aiba never ignored its need for food though.

“A-ah…” Aiba’s eyes focused again but his face stayed pale. “I’m…”

“Aibachii?” A voice came from the door and Shirota turned to spot a young man coming through it. The other guy wore a large smile on his face and Shirota’s eyes narrowed. “You said you were going to bunk at my place tonight right?”

“Ah… Kana-san this isn’t….” Aiba looked between Shirota and Irei and nibbled his bottom lip. “If you wouldn’t mind waiting?”

“Sure.” Irei folded his arms in front of his chest, a smile still on his face as he leaned against the wall by the door.

“…outside?” Aiba questioned softly. Irei arched an eyebrow before shrugging.

“Whatever you want Aibachii. I’m going to be right outside though.” And he gave Shirota a dark look. “Right outside.” Then Irei walked out of the room, to settle right by the door no doubt. Shirota turned too look at Aiba. The other didn’t return his look though and Shirota had to tip Aiba’s chin up to get the other to meet his eyes.

“Aibachii… is he why you’re… are you….” Aiba had never hooked up with someone before while they were on a break. Not in a permanent manner anyway. Aiba had engaged in a brief flirtation with Nagayama, and usually ran to Kotani when he and Shirota fought… but nothing ever came out of it. Nothing major.

“I’m….” Aiba hung his head. “I’m seeing Kanata-kun right now Shirotan. I…” Aiba glanced back up at him, brown eyes troubled. “I need some time to think.” Shirota looked at Aiba’s face for a little while, eyes wandering over the younger man’s face as if memorizing it.

“I’ll be around Aibachii.” Leaning down Shirota was going to give Aiba a quick kiss on the lips but instead placed on Aiba’s cheek. “Call me when you figure things out?” Patting Aiba on the shoulder then Shirota headed for the door to the dressing room. Irei was leaning on the wall to the right, obviously having heard everything they had said. “You better not hurt him.” Shirota glowered menacingly, drawing himself up to his full height.

“I treat him better then you ever have.” Irei responded easily. “I’m sure you’ll hear no complaints.”

“I better not.” Shirota had eyes and ears everywhere, if he heard a peep about Aiba being sad because of Irei he’d be there. No one mistreated Aibachii.

“Are you okay?” Irei asked, leading Aiba up the stairs to the apartment he shared with an old friend. “You’ve been really quiet.” Aiba wasn’t the most talkative person ever, but he liked talking about his day usually. “Is it that guys fault?” Irei knew that Aiba had been in a relationship but the other had never mentioned it when Irei started seducing him, or anytime after.

“I’m sorry Kana-san.” Aiba’s head and shoulders were drooped, the other looking at his feet. “I’m probably not going to be good company tonight.” Irei’s heart ached as he looked at the despondent form of the boy he loved.

“None of that.” Opening his apartment up Irei swept Aiba up in his arms, carrying the younger man to the couch.

Wrapping arms around Irei’s neck Aiba exclaimed in surprise, “Kana-san?!” Aiba’s hands were warm on his shoulders. Sitting on the couch Kanata brought Aiba closer, dipping his head to capture a sweet kiss before pulling away and setting the other down.

“I’m going to go get something whipped up, I know you’re always hungry after rehearsal.” On cue Aiba’s stomach growled which caused Aiba to blush. Chuckling the died blond moved towards the kitchen, fishing in the fridge for some of the Chinese food he knew he had in there. “Schezwan beef good?”

“That sounds fine Kana-san.” Aiba realized he had not taken off his shoes when he entered Irei’s apartment so he slipped them off now, setting them down by the foot of the couch.

“Want anything to drink?” Irei questioned as he put the beef into the microwave, turning it on before heading towards the cabinet he kept his mixing supplies in.

“You know I don’t drink Kana-san!” Irei chuckled a little as he pulled a few things out of the cabinet. Aiba was probably making a cute huffy face right now. “I’m too young!”

Getting out some soda and flavoring Irei mixed Aiba a virgin Shirley Temple before mixing himself something a little stronger. “You won’t be too young forever you know.” He told Aiba when he came out with the drinks and the beef on two plates. “Eventually you’d be old enough to drink and that excuse won’t work.”

“Then I’ll drink later.” Aiba sipped at the Shirley Temple. “I’ve probably got no head for it, Dad can’t even handle a cup of sake.”

“Which is why you have to test these things out!” Taking a sip of his drink Irei leaned forward to kiss Aiba, the other’s mouth half open for the liquor to slip in. Spluttering Aiba pulled away, wiping at his mouth furiously.

“Kana-san! That tasted horrible!” Aiba made a face, his cheeks flushing lightly as he reached for the plate of shezwaun beef. “I have to get rid of that taste!” Irei laughed and picked up his own plate of food, digging in alongside Aiba.

“And here I thought you liked the way I tasted.” He murmured around a piece of water chestnut. Aiba was still flushed from the earlier kiss and alcohol and turned even redder at the comment.

“You’re fine, whatever was in your mouth wasn’t.” Aiba finished up his plate and set it down on Irei’s coffee table, hands a little shaky.

“How about what’s in my mouth now?” Irei leaned forward and sealed their lips together again, nothing in his mouth but his tongue and a great deal of talent. This time both men felt their lips burn from the kiss. Sliding his tongue into Aiba’s mouth Irei savored the taste of spice on Aiba’s palate. Tackling Aiba back on the couch Irei made a leisurely exploration of the others mouth.

“Ah,” Aiba broke away, panting heavily, “Kana-san….” Before Aiba could say another word Irei had kissed him again, his hands starting to wander under Aiba’s shirt.

Shirota sighed, eyeing his cell phone for the 100^th time in an hour. Or at least that’s what it seemed like to Endo. “If you’re going to be so worried why not just call him?” Yanagi asked, sipping at his Starbucks smoothie. Endo fingered the edge of his own coffee cup idly as he watched Yanagi hollow his cheeks as he sucked the icy beverage through his straw.

“I can’t just call him.” Shirota whined, slumping down on the table and pillowing his head with his arms. “I mean I told him to call me. I want to give him space.” Stretching his arms out Shirota easily took over the table, showing Endo and Yanagi just how much space he wanted to give Aiba. Luckily both boys had picked up their coffee cups before Shirota could knock them over.

“So? Give him space. But don’t intrude on our space.” Endo muttered, shoving Shirota’s arm off the table and watching the other tumble to the ground.

Pouting at Endo Yanagi scolded him lightly, “Enya,” he tsked, reaching down to help the whining, teary-eyed Shirota back into his seat. “What would you do if I decided to run off with… Channaka.”

“I’d kill him.” Endo stated simply, his hands cupping the coffee cup and squeezing it. “I’d take one of my shoes and hit him over the head to knock him out. And then I’d drag him somewhere no one would find him. Not even Wada.” Shirota went a little wide eyed as Endo started muttering lightly to himself. Yanagi patted both men reassuringly on the arm.

“….oooooooooookay.” Shirota tuned out Endo’s mutterings of just how he’d do away with Nakamura and instead turned his large soulful eyes to someone willing to listen to his plight. Yanagi of course. “Yanakoooooooo.” Shirota lay his head on Yanagi’s shoulder, a slightly dangerous action considering Endo’s murderous mood at the moment. Yanagi lifted his hand, resting it on Shirota’s head before petting his hair.

“Aiba-san really liked you, you know, he was always being sorta sneaky about it but it was obvious to anyone who was looking.” Yanagi took another sip of his drink before continuing, his manner of speaking slow and halting, each word seeming to hang in the air. Yanagi’s sentences never seemed fully complete, because it always seemed like he would never finish a sentence. “I know you guys fight a lot, but you’re both temperamental people. Kidlike. Like me.” Yanagi grinned and the sunny beams of it were directed at Endo. “I need Enya to calm me down, even though I’m the one who takes care of him.” Endo snorted, but he smiled back at Yanagi.

Shirota gagged before shifting away from Yanagi. “You two are so married.” It was a little disturbing too. Yanagi set his hand on the table, loosely curling it into a fist. Endo covered it up with one of his own hands and they bother turned to look at Shirota, shrugging in unison.

“So?” If they were in a less public setting Endo probably would have leaned over the table and pecked Yanagi on the cheek. As it was he settled for squeezing Yanagi’s hand under his before pulling away. “Okay, main problem with you and Aiba, you’re both too excitable. Either one of you needs to grow up,” which, Endo thought to himself, was highly unlikely to happen to either of them any time soon, “or you need to find a way to balance yourselves. Maybe you guys need to bring in a third partner or something.” Picking up his coffee cup Endo sipped at the now cold liquid. Yuck, he hated cold coffee.

“Enya!” Shirota clasped a hand to his chest. “I never knew you were so kinky!”

“…..idiot.” Standing up Endo looked at Yanagi. “Can I trust this moron to get you where you’re going or do you want to leave with me now?” Yanagi nibbled on his straw, pondering the question.

Taking a deep slurp of the iced beverage Yanagi pulled away from it and smiled at Endo. “Shirotan’ll buy me more coffee if I listen to his woes. I’ll be fine.”

Rolling his eyes the taller, but younger, of the pair known as Enya walked out of the Starbucks. “More coffee.” He murmured, palming his cell phone as he wandered down the street. Looking through his phonebook Endo punched in Seto’s number. “That’s just what he needs.”

Endo took another sip of his drink, cupping his chin with both hands and watching Shirota from across the table. Shirota looked back at him and the staring match continued for a good minute before Shirota blinked. “You lose.” Yanagi informed Shirota smugly.

“I don’t have the patience for games like that!” Shirota whined. “Now c’mon Yanagi! Help me out! What do I do?”

“Well. The threesome idea does have merit.” Yanagi ignored Shirota’s gasp and wide eyes. Geez, was Shirota that innocent? Well, no, he was just that much of a kid. “Maybe Irei-san would be willing to share or something?”

“Huh? Share with that guy?!” Shirota shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nuh-uh. No way, no how. Not doing it. My Aibachii. Grrr.”

“Yes, well, he’s not your Aibachii right now is he?” That might have been a little harsh, Yanagi reproved himself as he watched Shirota’s eyes fill with tears. Maybe he’d been hanging out with Channako too much if he was starting to be catty to people like Shirota. Patting Shirota’s head Yanagi sighed. “Call him Shirotan, Aibachii wants to hear from you.”

“…” Smiling a little Shirota nodded. “Thanks Yanako.” Yanagi was gone after he’d finished his drink and Shirota had wandered around, glad for once that he had the day mostly free. It gave him time to think. Finally he sat down on an empty bench in front of a small clothing store and dialed Aiba’s number.

“Ah.” Irei turned around, looking through the apartment for the source of the ringing. Aiba was still asleep, even though it was almost noon. Aiba liked to sleep in after a late night, and last night had been late for them both. He didn’t need to wake Aiba up for a little bit yet, but Aiba’s cell phone might do that for him if Irei did not find it soon. Spotting the pink object lying on the coffee table Irei picked it up. Glancing at the display before he turned it off Irei paused. “I wonder if my number gets hearts…” Murmured Irei as he pressed the button on the left of Aiba’s phone, receiving the call.

“Moshi Moshi, Aibachii’s indisposed right now.” Irei greeted as he wandered into the small kitchen, planting himself on the counter. He was less likely to be heard from the bedroom in here.

“Whu – why do you have Aibachii’s phone you bastard!” Irei held the cell phone away from his ear, wincing at the noise coming through the receiver. Really Aiba’s ex was so loud.

“I have Aiba’s phone because Aiba spent the night here.” Irei checked his roommates door, noting that the guy was passed out as always. Judging from the state of his clothes he had probably been out drinking all night. Probably came in just before Irei woke up. The man on the other end of the call made a muffled angry noise. “I’ll be happy to tell him you called.” Studying his nails Irei buffed them lightly on his shirt. “Maybe.”

“You can tell him I called or not, but I’ll be calling him again until I get a hold of him!” Ow, the guy really was amazingly loud. It was like taking a jackhammer to the eardrums. “I want to talk to Aibachii! And you’re not going to stop me!”

Irei rolled his eyes. What a kid. How had Aiba possibly put up with dating someone like this? “Well, I could turn Aiba’s cell phone off and hide it.” Shrugging the died blond paced a little. “What would you do after that?”

“Track him down when you’re not around!”

“We both go to the same place in the evening. And hey, he’s not around me all the time but do you think you could manage to find him when he’s alone and has time to talk? You’re both really busy guys.”

“….you really are a bastard. If this is how you want to play it, fine.” The other’s voice was oddly subdued and serious. If Irei had been talking face to face with Shirota he would have seen the other’s narrowed eyes and slightly pinched mouth. “Don’t be surprised when I beat you at your own game.” There was a click and then nothing. Shrugging Irei ended the call and set Aiba’s phone down on the counter.

Should he turn it off?

“Kana-san?” Aiba’s sleepy question floated out of the bedroom and soon Irei heard the sounds of Aiba moving about. “You should have woken me…” Aiba had pulled on a pair of Irei’s boxers and they hung loosely on his hips.

“And have you grumping at me all morning? Naah, plus neither of us have anywhere to be today. I thought it’d be best if you slept in. You’ve had a lot of busy days.” Aiba yawned, covering up his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’m okay… do you have anything to eat?” Irei laughed, and started getting things out to fill Aiba’s stomach, forgetting about the pink electronic laying innocently on the counter.

Aiba shifted nervously, tugging on his Seigaku jacket. Things just seemed off tonight. Like something was going to happen and it might not be a good thing. Well, probably was not a good thing, Aiba had a six sense about this type of stuff. Glancing around the backstage area Aiba frowned when he realized he was sitting alone on the stairs. Just a second ago Seto, Takki, and Taka-san had been right next to him. When had they disappeared? Sipping on his strawberry milk Aiba gave a sigh.

Things were so different now that Aiba was the oldest cast member. He felt a large burden on his shoulders, like he had to carry the whole cast along. Aiba had help of course and most of the cast members pulled their own weight but…. There was no one for Aiba to rely on. With the second Generation Aiba knew that most of them, okay, all of them had relied on Shirota to carry off the show. With Shirota Aiba knew that no matter what they did they’d all succeed and have a fun time doing it.

With Shirota...

“Aibachii?” Aiba started, dropping his strawberry milk in surprise. Whirling on the stairs Aiba blinked upwards.

“Shirotan?” Shirota was standing a few stairs above him, wearing an unsure but still wide smile. “I-I thought you were going to wait.” Shirota walked a few steps toward him and Aiba was frozen, his hand was closed over the railing of the staircase, and clenched too hard for Aiba to pry off immediately.

“I was.” Nodding Shirota stepped on the same step as Aiba, cupping the younger man’s cheek and smiling. “And then I realized what a stupid thing that would be. Obviously I have to win you back and in order to do that I have to be here for you.” Leaning down Shirota pressed a kiss on Aiba’s lips, keeping it soft and chaste with his brown eyes boring into Aiba’s. Eventually Aiba’s lids fluttered close and he returned the kiss, his arms coming up to wrap around Shirota’s neck as he pressed his body against the singer’s. Shirota flicked his tongue along Aiba’s bottom lip, asking permission and receiving it as Aiba’s lips opened in a sigh. Tasting Aiba Shirotan marveled at the sweet linger of strawberry as his hands slid under the shorter boys shirt, touching the others graceful waist and one sliding up Aiba’s torso to absently caress a nipple.

“Ah….” Aiba panted, breaking the kiss and leaning his head back. It felt so good. Shirota’s hands were warm on his body, and he felt so secure in the large hands, like he was protected and cared for. When Shirota brushed his nipple again Aiba moaned softly an electric tingle shooting through his body at the erotic touch.

Shirota dipped his head, nipping gently and then sucking on the juncture of neck and shoulder. Aiba had such a delicate neck… spotting a hickey planted on Aiba’s Adam’s apple Shirota pulled away. “Aibachii….”

Aiba flickered his eyes open, his eyelashes almost Shirota’s undoing, “Shirotan? Why’d you…” Shirota could see the minute realization arose in Aiba’s mind. “Oh.” Pulling back, Aiba scooted around Shirota, walking a few steps up so he could readjust himself without being too close to Shirota. Anyone would know just looking at Aiba that he had been engaged in sordid activities. Brown hair that was normally so carefully groomed was slightly disheveled, and there was a healthy blush on Aiba’s cheeks, his pink lips were plumped from the kissing and there was the slightest gleam to them, like Aiba had applied a touch of lip-gloss. Aiba’s rehearsal clothes were baggy enough to cover up the fact they had been messed with, but the neckline was not high enough to hide the small blooming hickey on Aiba’s neck.

“Aibachii?” There’s a voice from the top of the stairs and both men on it turn guiltily. One of the Rokkakku actors, Shirota hadn’t learned their names, stood at the top of the stairs.

“Oh. Shouma.” Aiba flushed more, out of embarrassment this time but still just as cute as the small flush of arousal. “I’ll be right up.” The actor nodded before walking off again and Aiba turned to look at Shirota.

“Shirotan I-” Whatever Aiba was about to say was cut off as Shirota held up his hand.

“I know. You don’t know yet. I can wait.” Summoning up a smile Shirota reached up and enfolded Aiba in a bear hug, squeezing the others small body and burrowing his face into the others shirt. Taking a deep breath Shirota let Aiba go, after making sure his feet were stable. “See you around.” Shirota was glad Aiba didn’t catch sight of the tears he was blinking away as he walked away. While Aiba wasn’t the type to cry from little things Shirota was known to cry when flushing goldfish. Like that fish that Yanagi had during DD-boys and they’d replaced with a turtle.

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