In Time

[nilielh]

Title : In Time – 13.1
Rating : R
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Genre : Angst. Romance
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : Where I came from, Leader’s gone. He’s dead. Buried six feet under the ground where I can no longer reach him. Where you can no longer reach him. You want to know why I’m here? Well then, there’s your answer.
Note : based on a very old Meme Prompt - Future!Nino is from 2 years in the future. Lots of Future!Nino pissing present day Nino off. I’m not even sure if I did this right but I guess it's alright as long as there’d be lots of pissing, though with lots of angst, too. So sorry for that.



Ohno's hand on his cheek is a little distracting, but it doesn't come close to how distractingly wonderful Ohno's mouth is against his own. Ohno is kissing him fiercely that the act itself is enough to throw the proverbial butterflies in his belly into a crazy frenzy, feeling slightly dizzy when Ohno hums into his mouth and tilts his head a little to the right to deepen the kiss.

He said he loves me, he suddenly remembers what Ohno had said, obviously referring to the time-travelling jerk that had stole his show and had fucked the love of his fucking life before he even made it to base one. It’s furiously upsetting, if not horrible to think that he’s being kissed like this while Ohno is probably thinking about his time-traveling counterpart instead of him.

His heart is breaking and not even the fact that Ohno is kissing him now is going to make it better, finds himself torn between pulling away and crying, at least until Ohno groans into his mouth, the sound bordering needy, raw and hungry, and for one, terrifying second, he realized he can’t breathe. Of course it is painful to be Ohno’s second choice (it actually feels like that) but, he’s not really, is he? He and future Nino are but one person, afterall.

And well, if he’s going to be a complete jerk about it, he’s pretty sure it’s not going to be for long. He is certain that somehow, soon, future Nino will disappear, to go back where he’s supposed to be, at least until he himself gets there.

So for now he has this, the one thing he wished for almost half of his adult life and well, he shouldn’t let his pride or his stupidity get in the way of what he’s being offered wholeheartedly, right? Of course not.

But still, he finds that it’s still hard to keep his head straight when faced with something like this. When the one thing he’d only been dreaming of before is actually happening now. It’s difficult, he realized, and he’s not sure what to do with his hands despite knowing where he wants to put them, so he just let them hang limply to his side while Ohno kisses him, keeping his eyes tightly shut at least until he realized with a start that his lips are no longer fused with Ohno’s own because Ohno’s mouth is no longer there.

“U-Um,”

Ohno looks like he wants to smile but is probably holding himself back for his sake. He tries blinking the disorientation away, feels an odd tingle up his spine when Ohno licks his lips and reaches over to nudge his chin.

“A little participation won’t hurt, Nino,” Ohno whispers, and it’s probably meant to be teasing, playful, but it’s so hard to focus on that when Ohno’s eyes are so dark and he is looking at him in a way that makes his toes curl.

He wants to say something but his throat is blocked and he’s having trouble focusing his eyes, especially when he spies the shadow of raw hunger passing through Ohno’s eyes.

“I –“ he says, or at least starts to, swallowing past the lump that has formed in his throat but finds that he could hardly form even one bit of coherent thought especially when Ohno’s fingers are cupping his cheek again, warm and wonderfully distracting.

“Let’s try it again, shall we?” Ohno asks but he’s sure not waiting for any sort of response as he is leaning in at the same time to mash their mouths together.

+++

He picks up the pace only to be stopped when he is suddenly hit with the images of himself, and Ohno, his arms wrapped around Ohno’s neck while they kiss. But with that came the painful throbbing at the back of his head, dizzy all of a sudden, and finds himself leaning against the nearest wall to steady himself.

When he came to, something warm is trailing from his nose, down to his chin, coating his fingers when he reached up to touch it.

Blood.

Another image strikes, and it’s honestly a little disorienting to have those images inserted into his brain at the same time they’re being made. He chuckles and tries shaking the sudden dizziness away but finds that he can’t, blushing when the only thing that stick is the feeling of Ohno’s mouth against his while they kiss.

“Way to go, Ninomiya,” he mutters under his breath, grinning as he walks off.


+++

Ohno kisses his way down, murmuring something that resembles his name as Ohno’s fingertips trace a shivery trail across the stretch of pale skin bared to him. It feels so much better than all his dreams about Ohno and Ohno’s hands and mouth combined, gasping sharply at the overwhelming rush of sensation brought about by Ohno’s touch.

Ohno attaches his lips against the dip of his collarbones and he throws his head back, can’t not, sensation flaring up his spine the minute Ohno’s starts sucking that spot with the kind of urgency that makes him tremble. Ohno brands his arms around his waist and pushes him a bit away only so Ohno could mouth at his chest, sliding his tongue across one of his nipples before sucking the hardened nub into his mouth not-so-gently.

“O-Ohno-san… L-Leader…”

Ohno chuckles into his skin, his breathe warm and familiar, and he gasps sharply when Ohno’s hand found its way behind him, grabbing a handful of his ass through his pants.

“Nino,” Ohno hums again, kissing his way up this time, leaving shivery warm trails on his wake as Ohno squeezes his butt through the fabric of his jeans. “D’you love me as much as the other one does? Tell me, please tell me, Nino,”

He squeaks, shocked for all of two seconds when Ohno all but buries his face into the crook of his neck. He is well on his way to shoving Ohno away when he realized with a start that the spot Ohno’s face is mashed against is damp and something warm and wet trails his chest while Ohno stills against him, shoulder shaking just the tiniest bit.

“L-Leader, what –“

He pushes his fingers through Ohno’s hair, feel his way down until he has Ohno’s face in hand, tilting it up.

“Look at me, Leader,” he commands firmly, but the way his voice cracks in the middle betrays any and all sort of braveness he wishes to convey. “Satoshi, I said look at me,”

Ohno does then, and what he sees broke his heart even more because right then and there, he knows.

Ohno knows exactly why future Nino is here.

“W-What in hell did that guy tell you?”


+++

He walks in, grateful that Jun is nowhere in sight.

His head is throbbing again but he ignores it in favor of walking straight to where Aiba-chan is, forcing a smile when Aiba looks up from checking his phone to acknowledge him.

“Ah, Nino, you’re here!” the taller man exhales, tossing his phone carelessly aside and tugging him, making him seat next to Aiba-chan as Sho walks in, a piece of toast hanging in between his lips.

“Sho-chan, Nino-chan is here,”

“Icahnsheejthatmashaki –“ Sho returns through a mouthful and he ignores him too.

“So,” Aiba-chan turns to him, thumping him in the back. “What happened? Did you find your doppelganger? What did you and Leader talked about? Is he coming here? Did you guys, I don’t know, had sex or something –“

“Masaki, get the hell away from him!” Jun yells from the doorway of his bedroom and he and Aiba jerk in surprise, Aiba’s arm loosening around him before he calmly stands up and regards Jun with the sort-of look that speaks volume.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jun curses and closes in on him before either Aiba or Sho could stop him, but he stands his ground. Jun’s fingers grabbing him by his arms, hauling him a few centimeters up till they’re face to face. “Do you know the amount of trouble you created, huh?”

“Jun-chan, what are you –“ Aiba asks, at the same time Sho mutters, “Oh shit,”

He curls his small fingers around Jun’s wrists and looks straight into Jun’s eyes.

“I know,” he says, “and you can chastise me all you want later but forget all of that for now,” he says, at the same time Jun narrows his eyes in suspicion.

“What the fuck do you mean?”

He shakes his head and tightens his grip around Jun’s wrist. “For now, I need your help, J,” he says, “It’s almost time, I can feel it. But I can’t do this alone, I need your help… all three of you,”

“What the fuck are you even –“

“Leader is going to die tonight, Jun,” he returns, fingers shaking against their grip on Jun’s wrist, shaking along with the rest of him. “I don’ know how and I don’t exactly know what time but he’s going to die tonight unless we do something about it. So help me. Help me save Leader, please, I’m begging you.”