[Fic] L'ala Di Un Angelo (Angel's Wing)

[nilielh]

Title : [Fic] L’ala Di Un Angelo (Angel's Wing) 2
Rating : PG?
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : 

“So how’s it going with your Casper friend? Still bothering you or something?”

Nino shrugged carelessly, fingers moving faster against his console and biting his lips, ignoring Jun’s nosiness in favor of saving his princess. He squeaked in surprise though when he felt a not-so-gentle jab on his side, followed by repeated pokes on his cheek. He grunted in annoyance and tried batting the prodding hand by quickly turning his head and aiming a bite at the said hand; he received a painful pinch instead.

 “What?!” he muttered, hitting pause and scowling; Jun looked pretty satisfied that he’s got his attention now. He scowled even more. “ – don’t you have anything better to do with your time besides being such an annoying ass, Matsumoto? Go and fix your hair or let Aiba-chan paint your nails for you, just stop bothering me, jeez!”

 Jun grinned felinely, and Nino was again reminded why he sometimes have nightmares when he spent the day with a happy Jun because even when he smiled, he looked rather scary; he shivered dramatically and leaned back.

 “ – just want to know the deal about your ghost friend,” Jun asked, absently checking on his nails, and still grinning like a royal cat. “Did he make a pass on you already?” 

Nino tried his best to look totally uninterested, even though he was fairly tempted to smile at the memory of the few nights he’d been sleeping wonderfully inside the arms of that invisible presence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mumbled instead, fishing his DS and hitting the button with an impending grin because Jun started hovering over him, eyes fixed on his face.

“You are such a bad liar, Ninomiya,” his younger friend gritted with a scowl, chuckling before grabbing Nino’s console off his hand.

“Hey! What is the deal with you, seriously? You are so –“

“I’m not giving this back unless you tell me what I want to know!” Jun shouted back with as much enthusiasm as a kid wanting his candy back; Nino rolled his eyes. Jun saw this and immediately hid the console behind him, looking at him smugly and daring Nino to do something about it. Nino growled, quickly throwing his skinny self on Jun, hands moving behind his taller friend to retrieve his precious game console. 

“You are such a child, Matsumoto! Give me that, you annoying –“

“Not until you tell me –“

“Ugh, guys,” Aiba piped up from somewhere, hiding his giggles behind his palm; Nino and Jun looked up in time to see an unfamiliar face hovering behind Aiba’s taller form, eyebrows raised as he watched them wrestled like a bunch of crazed puppies.

Jun shuddered against him, and the next time Nino blinked, he found himself landing painfully on his ass against Jun’s tiled floor.

“What the hell –“

“S-Sakurai-san?”

Aiba’s grin was as bright as the morning sun while Jun, Nino was sure, was trying to make himself disappear (or mould himself, by the looks of it) against his own expensive white leather couch.

“He’s the spirit questor I was telling you guys about!” Aiba exclaimed, grabbing the hand of the stranger and pulling him inside with him; Nino aimed a kick at Jun’s leg, wincing and brushing softly at his butt as he stood up. Jun on the other hand, still looked like he’s just seen a ghost himself.

“D’you know him?” he grumbled to Jun’s general direction, his annoyance was quickly getting overcome by curiosity, because Jun quickly sat up properly and blushing like a very ripe tomato. Nino raised an eyebrow and shifted his gaze onto Aiba’s friend, who was then being prompted to seat down in the chair opposite of Jun. Upon realizing this, Nino saw how Jun’s body stiffened instantly.

It was when Aiba’s friend had finally able to shift his gaze onto Jun that whatever reaction Jun had on his face, suddenly ended up on the other man’s face as well. Aiba clapped him on the shoulder and the man seemed to find it very difficult keeping a straight face even with Aiba babbling almost non-stop beside him.

“Excuse me,” Nino started with a grin and a not-so-gentle slap across Aiba’s head; Aiba yelped but Nino simply ignored him, not wanting to lose this rare opportunity to fuck Jun off. “ – you guys know each other, don’t you?” he said, facing the two men and delighting on the fact that Jun’s color was slowly shifting to blue. He shifted his attention to Aiba’s friend and still pretty much ignoring the pained whimpers coming from the back of Jun’s throat.

“Nino-chan, what –“

“Ah, so you were that Supernatural hottie Jun was talking about a few months ago, huh? You don’t look exactly like Dean but…”

“Huh?”

“Ninomiya!”

Nino grinned wickedly, reaching over to run his fingers along the man’s obviously muscled arms over his long-sleeved shirt. “ – so tell me, were you able to drive that bad spirit living inside our friend’s body away? How did you do it? by riding him or by –“

“Ninomiya!!”

#

“I’m home,” he whispered under his breath, letting the door closed behind him quietly; a soft smile curved at the corners of his mouth when his slippers simply appeared in front of him just as he was removing his shoes. It had been a couple of weeks since this started, and frankly, Nino couldn’t deny that he enjoyed being pampered like this even when he couldn’t see that amusing someone who’s doing the pampering.

Something cold had brushed against his ear and Nino found himself giggling, strutting towards his living room with a smile; that invisible presence seemed to know just how to welcome him without being the annoying twit like it previously was.

“You are being so sweet lately,” he whispered, dropping his bag and flopping himself down on his battered brown couch with a sigh. “ – and because of that, I am going to keep you. And you know,” he said, pausing to lean back and closing his eyes as he felt his feet being lifted up and his center table being pushed forward, and his feet being placed carefully on top of it. He smiled. “ – my idiot friends had wanted me to bring that Dean-wannabe to drive you away from this house, but I cleverly stopped them…” he said with a smug grin. That probably made the invisible presence happy because the next thing Nino felt was being enveloped with warmth as waves of bluish lights danced all around him.

He tilted his head, eyes still closed as he nuzzled his cheek against that invisible presence’s (presumably) chest.

He was well aware of the fact that his friends were worried, and that should be enough reason not to get mad over it; he knew Aiba meant well, and it was only because he kept on blabbering how annoying his ‘ghost’ was, that Aiba took the matter in his own hands and brought along someone he thought could help. But Nino didn’t want help, not now, not when this ‘ghost’ seemed to be taking good care of him when he didn’t know how to do it for himself.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered, feeling rather proud of himself; “ – I’m not letting them take you away. You’ll stay here with me, I’ll make sure of that…”

A moment of quiet stillness and Nino felt a light pressure pressing against his lips, and he smiled.

Kazunari.

“Stay..”