Redemption (Part 1/3)

[antimiya88]

Title: Redemption

Author: Andy-chan (antimiya88)

Pairings: Sakuraiba, Ohmiya (side), Junba (?)

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Rating: PG13 - NC17

Summary: Sakurai Sho finds himself being obsessed with the new, alluring bartender whose name is Aiba Masaki. He's always in his thoughts... day and night. He wants no matter what to make him his. He comes to 'La Rose' bar every single night but no matter how much he tries he can't catch his attention. On the one hand, he has the bratty boyfriend of his roommate and on the other, there is this mysterious man that comes one night and flirts with the one he wants. It is then that he realizes that he doesn't simply like him or feel lust for him but that he's in love with him... something that Sho considered as impossible. Could it be that he has lost or he's just to blind to see the truth?

Disclaimer: I don't own Sakuraiba, they own me.


A.N. 1: This might be a somehow 'classic' storyline but it is dedicated to all my beloved readers! Love you all very much!!! <3

A.N. 2: I have two ideas for my next Sakuraiba chaptered fic and I can't decide on which one I should start working on first! I created a poll so if you want, please vote here!

Part 1

Sho took his cigarette in hand from the ashtray as he saw the tall and handsome bartender to come closer with the usual, professional smile portrayed on his face.

“Welcome to ‘La Rose’. What would you like me to prepare for you?”

Sho brushed his lips with his tongue, his eyes travelling from the other’s face to the hand that had placed the coaster in front of him.

“Sakurai Sho, not Sir. I’ve been coming for quite a few weeks now. This time I’d like to drink your recommendation for me personally…”

The bartender smiled, showing no trace of surprise or disbelief. “For you personally…?”

Sho leaned closer. “Yes… If I’m not mistaken, you said in an interview that a good bartender is always in position to ‘read’ a client and recommend the best for him…” his voice had turned lower, each word spoken clearly but in a somewhat slow, seductive way.

“In that case, scotch” the other answered with a firm voice. “Double, on the rocks”

Sho muffled a laugh before covering the taller man’s face in a puff of smoke. “I thought you’d recommend me a cocktail… you’re supposed to be the best mixer in the city…” he lowered his tone, making sure the other was looking at him “…among other things, I must say…”

The other one was only smiling as he was preparing Sho’s drink. “I’m delighted that you’ve heard of me but you asked me to prepare you something inspired by your presence” the double scotch was placed in front of Sho and to his surprise the bartender leaned closer to him, his hand grabbing softly his left shoulder. “For someone as bold as you, I couldn’t think of any mix…  you see, mix requires different layers in taste and you seem to have none…” The words were whispered in Sho’s ear who seemed to have been struck by lightning. The bartender went back to his position and bowed discreetly. “Hope you enjoy your drink, Sir”

***

“That’s an unusual sight!” a voice was heard from behind making Sho stiffen.

“Ninomiya…” he growled without needing to turn his head. He knew well the annoying voice of his roommate’s annoying boyfriend.

The small figured man sat quickly next to him in a way that proved he had been drinking. “Nice to see you, too! It’s been a while!”

Sho ticked his tongue against his teeth annoyed. “Satoshi, please could you make your beloved boyfriend hush?! I’m really not in the mood…”

“Of course you wouldn’t be in the mood! You didn’t have any in like a month and your target has been continuously rejecting you for three weeks now!” the shorter man continued as if he had heard nothing, turning his gaze to the tall bartender. “I have to admit that he’s beautiful… and has a pretty ass… although it’s a bit small for my taste… it doesn’t seem as squeezable as my Toshi’s!”

A sound as a muffled whimper was heard right after Nino had closed his mouth and Sho was sure that Nino’s hand was molesting that particular part of his roommate at the moment. He took another puff before drinking almost all of the rest of his scotch in one go. “I didn’t ask for your opinion, Ninomiya”

“And I never said you did…” Nino said in the same tone trying with difficulty to hide the laugh that threatened to come out of his mouth. “But it’s so amusing to see the famous ‘killer’ Sakurai Sho being turned down like that…”

Sho only sighed. “I’m not turned down… He just plays tough to get!”

Nino raised his eyebrow. “So, you say that he’s interested in you but wants to make you see work hard to get him? Since when does Sakurai Sho prefers persistence that comes along with abstinence to a change of choice?”

Sho gulped.  The other did have a point. It was already three weeks. Three weeks of coming to this bar trying to gain the attention of the tall bartender that had been haunting his dreams since the first time he casted his eyes on him.  There were many hot guys hitting on him, others in a subtler way and others rather plainly; but the ending would be the same. He would never bring anyone back to his apartment… he didn’t want anyone. The bartender had become his obsession. The more he denied him, the more Sho wanted him.

“Don’t worry…” Sho mumbled in an effort to sound confident. “You will definitely see that… or more likely hear it sooner than you think!” the words kept coming out of his mouth while his eyes were locked on the slim figure standing a few meters away, preparing cocktails for a group of girls at the end of the bar stool.

Nino burst into loud laughs. “I knew you were jealous of me and Toshi!” he leaned closer to Sho who had tightened his grip around his almost empty glass. “You know I don’t want to scream this loud when you are in the next bedroom but I can’t help it… he never fails to hit my prostate, hard, at every single deep and almost brutal thrust of his… it’s really not my fault, Sho-kun”

“Nino!” Satoshi tried to make his boyfriend stop by pulling his hand.

“Satoshi, you better take this fucking brat away from my face before I do something I might regret…”

Satoshi had already stood up and grabbed Nino by both his shoulders. “He’s a bit drunk. I’m really sorry…”

Sho raised his eyebrow. “If you’re really sorry you should consider your roommate before hitting his prostate at every deep and almost brutal thrust of yours tonight… If you want to fuck like rabbits with him again, then go to a love hotel…”

“I’d tell you to join us but I don’t share my Toshi with anyone and I bet you’d be booooring!”

“Satoshi!” Sho repeated once again.

“We’re off!” Satoshi replied fast and dragged his boyfriend with him knowing that if they stayed a minute more his boyfriend would have definitely get punched.
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Once they were out, he made Nino look at him.

“Why did you have to pull it this much?”

Nino wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s neck. “Because this was the only way to make him realize his false denial. He’s in love…”

“But…”

Nino pecked Satoshi’s lips. “Trust me… he needs to be in that state for phase number two!”

“But still…” Satoshi muttered in a sweet tone. “You didn’t need to say such things…”

Nino muffled a laugh seeing his boyfriend’s blushed cheeks. “But it’s the truth… and well… I wanted to tease him a bit… I couldn’t help it…”

“What am I supposed to do with you, Nino?”

Nino smirked playfully and leaned closer. “You can punish me… My apartment is only ten minutes from here…”

***

Sho was finally left alone and lost in his thoughts. Nino was always harsh with his words but this target of his, according to his term, was the only thing he could think of during the day and night. Aiba Masaki. He had found out his name as there had been several interviews of his, as the most talented mixer in Tokyo, in magazines dedicated to night life and new trends. At work, he would daydream what it would be to have those beautiful, big, almond-shaped eyes looking at him, those lips smiling back at him and those hands holding his tightly. During the night, it was a whole different story. The moment he would close his eyes he would dream of those long fingers tracing every single inch of his body, that hot mouth tasting him, making him feel alive, bringing him at his limits, completely surrendered in the sweet fog of pleasure.

He wanted to see him panting, covered in sweat, screaming his name… he wanted him to become his… but he knew that most likely he’d never have him. He had done everything he could but it seemed to be not enough. The other’s resistance was strong, stronger than Sho had thought of. He usually needed to speak in a hoarser tone, throw a few intense glances, smirk seductively and he would have the one he wanted in his bed. Aiba Masaki though was different. No matter how much he had tried the other would keep his distance.

Perhaps I should accept that I might not get him… he thought, sighing before finishing his drink. He turned his head towards the bartender, surprised when he caught him looking straight at him. There weren’t many guests sitting around him so there was no mistake. Aiba Masaki was looking at him. Could it be or it is of my imagination…? Sho’s heart started beating crazily in his chest. It felt almost painful but the excitement that rose in his chest was indescribable. So you like me…? Without losing another minute, he stood up and took a seat closer to the bartender.

“Could I have another one?” Sho said in the lowest tone he could. “It was delicious…”

The bartender simply smiled.

Sho was ready to start talking again when he realized that Aiba Masaki’s eyes were focused somewhere behind him. Slowly, he turned around and froze. There was a tall man, perhaps a bit shorter than the bartender, but extremely handsome and with a style that only a model could pull off.

“Jun! What are you doing here?”

Sho felt a small sting in his heart. It was the first time that he had seen the bartender lose the strictly professional look and smile warmly. His smile was even more beautiful than he had imagined and he wanted it to be addressed to him and only him.

“Masaki!” the other one replied casually, sitting next to Sho, his eyes focused only on the bartender. “I finished earlier than I thought and came to see you in action. You know I like it when you’re dressed like that… you look so sexy…” he winked at him playfully.

A soft giggle was heard. “Oh… really?” the bartender replied in a similar mischievous way that made Sho’s blood boil in his veins.

“Excuse me for ruining this cute flirty mood between the two of you but I want to pay…” his tone sounded angry but he didn’t care what the others would think. He needed to get out of there.

“But I thought you asked for another on-”

“I want to pay” Sho said coldly, staring at his empty glass.

“Fine… It’s 2.750 yen, Sir”

“Thank you, Sir” Sho took out the banknotes and threw them before grabbing his jacket and heading fast out of the bar. It was only when he stepped outside that he realized there was a tear running down his left cheek.

I am crying?! It’s not as if I have feelings for him. I just want to get him in the bed… nothing more… I’m not in love with him… Sakurai Sho doesn’t fall in love…

With these words being repeated in his head, he went to the club at the end of the street. He needed to forget him… he had already someone and this someone wasn’t he…
………………………………………….


The music was loud and the different lights were spinning around. Sho drank a couple of one-shots and kept dancing since the moment he set his foot inside. After a while, he felt two hands wrapping around his waist from behind and a husky, clearly drunken voice whispering in his ears how hot he was. He turned around to check the one who had spoken and smirked. He was slightly shorter than him but from what he could see his body was toned.

“I’m Sho. Your name?”

“You can call me Hiroshi…” the other replied, his tongue brushing his lips in a clearly inviting way.

Sho didn’t lose another minute. He grabbed him by his wrist and led him to the back of the club shoving him against the wall, claiming his lips almost desperately. The other’s body was hot and the soft whimpers that were escaping from the back of his throat made Sho even more delirious. His mouth went to suck the base of the neck while his leg found its way between the other’s legs causing the latter to moan. Sho could feel his lower part harden. “Masaki…” he growled against the other’s skin making him realize what he was doing. Frowning in confusion for a couple of seconds, he looked back at Hiroshi trying to memorize him but no matter how hard he tried, the bartender’s image was too strong in his head, making it impossible for him to go any further.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled and stumbling, found his way out of the club.

He leaned with difficulty against the wall trying to search his pockets for money. His eyes bulged when he realized all he had was 500 yen. “But I only paid for two one-shots… the others were on the DJ… why am I left with only 500 yen? Damn it!”

“Because you paid the double for your drink, Sakurai-san…”

Sho was left dumbfounded. He knew whose voice was this husky one… but could it be that…? Slowly, he turned around and saw Aiba Masaki wearing a grey-ish gabardine with its collar around his neck. He wasn’t just beautiful… he was breathtaking. Sho was ready to speak when he realized how the other had called him.

“Did you just call me Sakurai-san?”

“I’m not working right now…” the bartender said smiling. He came closer. “And I always wanted to tell you something…” Sho gulped. He could feel the other’s hot breath landing on his face. This felt like a dream. “I love your name… Sho…”

***

Sho felt his head spinning around as he tried to open his eyes. The light wasn’t intense but still made it difficult for his eyes to adjust. He sat on the bed and rubbed them with the back of his hands when he realized that there was no cupboard across his room, nor was his mattress this soft. Where am I? he tried to think but no matter how much he tried everything was blank. He brushed his fingers through his hair. So everything was a dream? He buried his face in his palms not knowing who or what he would face. He stayed like that for several minutes when he heard a voice coming from the door.

“Finally, you decided to wake up. I had started getting worried… You can take a shower if you want. Third door on your right…”

“You…!”

“Yes… me, Sakurai-san”




TO BE CONTINUED…

A.N. Sooo minna here's a  mini Sakuraiba series after a while! ^_^ I know it's not complicated but I promise you smexy moments! *winks* Besides I always wanted to write a plot(-less) fic with Aiba as bartender!!! *_* I hope it didn't disappoint you!

You can't believe how happy I was when I saw the short list for the arashifanfic awards! *hugs you tightly* This was a small present!
I will try my best to keep on posting stories! Thank you for keeping up with me and my crazy ideas! xD



(* as for Vicious and Sturdy, I hadn't kept it on my external hard disk and the file was deleted by mistake.... I tried to find it but nothing..... >< This Saturday I fly back to Paris so hopefully on Sunday you'll have the continuation! Ganbarimasu!)



I really hope you enjoyed it and as always your comments are <333!!!



See you very soon,
Andy <3