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Fic: Fringe Benefits (Aoi X Ruki, NC-17)

Title: Fringe Benefits
Chapter: Standalone
Author: Boots
Rating: NC-17
Genre: 100% PWP smut
Warnings: Male/male, bondage, some Dom/sub, misuse of a traditional South American fringed shawl
Pairing: Aoi X Ruki
Disclaimer: Boys belong to PS Company, I own the story only.
Summary: Someone gave Aoi a traditional Chilean shawl during the band’s stop in that country. He’s trying it out in different fashionable looks – but its ultimate use may be a very naughty one.
Comments: Yep, I saw the naughty possibilities of that shawl as soon as Aoi posted the pictures. (Yes, yes, I’ll admit I have a dirty mind. ~_^)

When a band goes on a world tour, they expect to be given presents by fans at every stop – some of them emblematic of the country they’re in, some of them things they would never see in Japan. A lot of times, these presents are appreciated, other times, they’re just looked at and shrugged.

And very occasionally, they become a source of endless fascination, like the traditional woven shawl a Chilean fan gave Aoi.

He spotted it right away in the box of gifts their staff brought backstage. “Oh, wow,” he said, pulling it out and unfolding it. “What is this?”

“Some kind of blanket,” Ruki shrugged. “I guess they use them when it’s cold.”

“It’s not a blanket,” Aoi said. “It looks like you wear it – but I don’t know how.”

“Just put it away,” Ruki said, looking through his own box. “You can play with it later.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have me play with you?” Aoi gave Ruki a sly smile.

“Quiet!” Ruki hissed. “We’re surrounded by press, you know!”

“Like they understand Japanese,” Aoi said. He waved at a group of the journalists, who were currently talking to their staff members, and said, “Hola! Hasta la vista, baby!”

“You just said ‘Hello, goodbye,’” Ruki said.

“Then I’ll keep them guessing,” Aoi shrugged. He took the shawl in his hands and folded it, then unfolded it, then folded it again. Definitely, definitely he was going to investigate the possibilities of this thing.

* * *

When he got back to his hotel room, Aoi stood in front of the mirror, holding the shawl in front of him. It was a pretty nice thing, black with a picture of birds woven into it and fringes at the edge. He knew it probably should be worn a particular way, but . . . how?

He got his phone and snapped a picture of the shawl, then picked it up, twisting it around his head and face, the way he’d seen women in Muslim nations wearing shawls sometimes. Well, you probably COULD wear it like this, but . . .

There was the sound of a key in the door. Ruki came in, carrying a bottle of Orangina. Yes, he’d been able to find some here – thank God. He didn’t want to go into withdrawl in a foreign country.

“Are you still fascinated with that thing?” he said as he sat on the bed, his back against the headrest. He watched Aoi drape the thing across his neck and twist it into a rope.

“You don’t think it’s stylish?” Aoi said, picking up his phone to shoot another picture. “I think it makes a strong statement.”

“What, that you don’t know what to do with it?” Ruki opened his drink and took a big swallow.

“There’s plenty of things you could do with it,” Aoi said. He untwisted the shawl, folded it into a skirt and wrapped it around his waist, taking another picture. “See?”

“I’m glad you’re so easily amused,” Ruki said, taking another drink.

Aoi turned toward the other man with a smile. “There could be other uses for this, you know.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Ruki tipped his sunglasses upward.

Aoi sauntered over to the bed, unwrapping the shawl from his waist. “Get rid of those clothes and I’ll show you – Bunny-chan.”

“I told you not to call me that,” Ruki said, just before draining his bottle and putting it on the nighttable, along with the shades.

“Why not?” said Aoi. “You make such a cute one. Besides . . .” He leaned over and whispered in his lover’s ear, hotly. “You fuck like a rabbit.”

Ruki found himself shivering a little. “Unsubtle as always,” he said.

“Would you want me any other way?” Aoi reached down and grabbed the hem of Ruki’s T-shirt, starting to pull it upward.

Ruki sighed deeply. “No, dammit.”

“Good.” Aoi put the shawl down on the bed and began to pull at his own clothes. “And you were sexy as hell out there tonight, by the way. Those Chilean girls were screaming for your body through the whole show.”

“Not just me,” Ruki said from the depths of his shirt as he pulled it up, because, dammit, Aoi had gotten to him. As usual. How many of these uncomfortable hotel beds had they fucked on now? How many different countries this year? Russia, Mexico, now Chile, Argentina would be next . . .

And he wouldn’t have any other roommate. At all.

He slid his pants and jeans off and dropped them on the floor just as a now-naked Aoi leaned over, bringing their lips together. Ruki sighed deeply as the other man’s tongue pushed into his mouth almost instantly.

“They all couldn’t take their eyes off you,” Aoi murmured between kisses. “But I knew that you’d be all mine tonight.”

“Smooth talker,” Ruki mumbled.

“I can do a lot more than just talk smooth,” Aoi said. “I can do this smoothly, too.” And he leaned over, running his tongue slowly down Ruki’s neck in one, yes, smooth motion.

“Aaaaah,” Ruki groaned. Dammit, why did he have to be so good at this? Ruki was fucking putty in this man’s hands – always.

And, of course, that tongue just had to keep going all the way to the nipple, didn’t it? The vocalist closed his eyes, moaning and tangling his fingers in the other man’s hair, as Aoi began to suck, licking the bud as he went.

He was good. Too damn good. And this was why Ruki surrendered to him without question, every single time.

Aoi raised his head, keeping his eyes on Ruki’s as he blew across the nipple, slowly, making the other man moan. “You wanted to know what I could do with that shawl?” he said. “I’m going to show you.” He grabbed Ruki’s shoulders and flipped him over. “Hands behind your back.”

Ruki looked over his shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” Aoi said. “Have I ever steered you wrong before?”

Ruki sighed. Trusting Aoi was, of course, a world class leap of faith. But it was also a leap that had, in the past, paid off deliciously. He put his arms behind him, wrists crossed. “Like this?”

“Perfect.” Aoi reached for the shawl and began to twist it until it formed a long, thin rope. He looped it around Ruki’s wrists, tying them together gently, yet firmly, draping the long ends on either side of the knot across Ruki’s body. “Is that comfortable?” he said.

Ruki tugged lightly at his bonds. Aoi had tied him up plenty of times – with scarves, belts, the towels they sold at their own lives. He couldn’t say he’d experienced bondage with a piece of South American culture before, though.

“It’s fine,” he said.

“And you know the best part about that?” Aoi picked up one of the ends of the shawl. “We’ve got plenty left over. So I can do this . . .” He swung the end like a soft whip, so that the fringes struck Ruki’s ass.

Ruki gasped at the impact – there really wasn’t any pain, because it was so soft, but the feel of the strands on his bare flesh was, well, pretty kinky. “You were planning that all along, weren’t you?” he gasped.

“Planning?” Aoi smacked Ruki with the shawl again. “Actually, I didn’t plan this. It just worked out.” Another strike with the soft material – and then, Aoi followed that with a smack from his hand, sharp and firm, a contrast to the softness. Ruki found himself pressing his teeth into his lower lip, struggling not to bite down hard.

“Oh, you like that?” Aoi smacked him with the softness, followed by a hard spank. Caressing the flesh, then striking it. “I’m going to have to remember this.” Another hit with the shawl, then his hand – and then, he brought the fringe to Ruki’s ass, starting to stroke it gently over the area he’d just spanked.

Ruki was moaning loudly now. Pleasure, then pain, then pleasure again . . . dammit, Aoi knew what would get to him. When another impact from his lover’s palm came, followed by another soft stroke with the fringe, he actually found himself moving his hips, rubbing himself against the mattress.

To think that Aoi had him humping fucking hotel bedding – one of the things he hated most in the world.

“Pull your knees up,” Aoi murmured. “I’m going to give you something better than rubbing yourself against the sheets.” He stroked the fringe over the other man’s ass again.

Ruki did, feeling Aoi pull the fabric taut as he stretched the shawl, careful not to hurt his hands.

There was a pause – and then, the fringe started to brush against Ruki’s balls, moving back and forth, a thousand little strands seeming to be everywhere at once. His ultra-sensitive flesh was being enveloped in softness.

“Aaaah!” he cried, burying his face in the pillow. “Fuck! Oh, fuck, Aoi!”

“Is that what you want to do?” And the fringe was moving again, sliding all over him, making his cock throb, his heart pound. “Do you want me to fuck you, Ruki?”

“Yes, dammit!” Ruki gasped. “But don’t stop what you’re doing!”

“Oh, you like the shawl?” He moved the fringes to Ruki’s inner thigh, stroking them up and down, replacing the direct pleasure of before with indirect pleasure. “You’re making me jealous of a piece of cloth. Only . . .” He brought it back up to Ruki’s ass and smacked him with it again. “Maybe I should think of it as a threesome.”

“Ohh, fuck,” Ruki moaned as Aoi brushed the fringe lightly over his ass again, deliberately letting some strands trail through the cleft, teasing him, getting him ready for what was coming later.

“You’ll get that.” And they moved down to his balls again. “All you can handle . . .” The strands brushed, and brushed, and caressed, and then Aoi’s fingers were on his ass, moving everywhere, squeezing and kneading . . .

“Lube,” Ruki moaned. “Lube, now.” And there went those strands on his balls again, driving him slowly mad, oh, yes, he was getting pleasure from a shawl. From a fucking piece of cloth. Right now, he’d marry the thing if he could.

“I’ll have to take my hand away to do that,” Aoi said. Meaning, stop using the cloth.

“I need you in me!” Ruki said. “Whatever it takes1”

“Well, okay.” And he dropped the piece of cloth, reaching for the nighttable, picking up the bottle of lube. He poured it over his fingers and pressed one into Ruki rapidly, hearing the other man’s groan.

“You’re sexy as hell like that,” Aoi murmured as he pushed the finger in and out. “Tied up, begging to be fucked . . .” A second finger. “Do you think about my cock when you’re onstage, being sexy for all those girls?”

“Fuck you,” Ruki gasped, thrusting his hips backward, trying to take more of those delicious fingers in.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Aoi said, scissoring the digits gently. “Oh, those fangirls would just love to see you the way you are now. Do you like the idea of them watching you getting fucked?”

Ruki shuddered with desire. Oh, the idea was turning it on more than it should, him on his hands and knees in front of an audience of eager fangirls, their eyes fastened on Ruki as Aoi fucked him, touching themselves as they became overwhelmed with the sight of it . . .

“Oh, yeah, imagine all those girls playing with themselves as they watch me fuck you.” Aoi pushed in the third finger. “Trying to time their orgasms along with yours, so you’ll all be coming together . . .”

“Stop talking and do it!” Ruki hissed. He was ready. He knew he was. At this point, he wouldn’t care if the whole world was watching – he had to have him.

“Very eager, aren’t you?” Aoi slid the fingers out. “Well, since you asked like that .. . .” And he reached for the nighttable again, grabbing a condom and ripping it open. He rolled it on quickly and poured lube over it, then brought himself to Ruki’s entrance.

“Oh, God.” Ruki found himself thrusting backward, trying to push himself onto the other man’s cock, because if Aoi wasn’t going to do it, goddammit, he was going to do it himself.

“Now, be patient.” Aoi started to push in, gently. “Good things come to those who wait. And this is going to be good, Ruki. You’re going to make some very lovely noises.” He reached for the end of the shawl and stroked it along his lover’s back, just adding an extra little layer of sensation.

“Fuck,” Ruki murmured, feeling Aoi slide into him, filling him bit by bit, the little tickle on his back just another reminder that he was tied up, he was all Aoi’s. And, dammit, nothing made him feel higher than lowering himself like this.

“That’s what I’m doing, babe,” Aoi murmured. “Just like you want it.” He paused, letting his lover get used to the idea of being filled, leaning over to kiss his neck. “Just stay relaxed . . .”

And he started to thrust, slowly, as Ruki let out a long moan. Fuck, but Aoi felt so good, sliding through him, stroking him from within, then pushing back in, filling him, possessing him anew. And damn if the bastard didn’t know exactly how good he was, too.

“I like hearing noises like that.” Aoi grasped Ruki’s hips, starting to thrust harder, faster. “Go on . . . let me hear more.” His erection brushed one of Ruki’s most sensitive spots, and he got exactly what he asked for, as the smaller man leaned forward, letting out a deep groan.

And the pleasure kept coming, each deep plunge stroking and caressing new pleasure spots, sending more hot tingles running through Ruki’s body, until he could do nothing but surrender, leaning forward and letting sensations wash over him, his body totally at Aoi’s mercy – and it was completely luscious.

“So goddamn hot.” Aoi reached around Ruki’s body, wrapping his fingers around his cock. “Come on, I want to hear you come for me. I want to hear you scream, baby . . .” He flicked his thumb over the tip, and Ruki shuddered.

Oh, God. Close. So damn close. He just needed that last little bit more . . .

It came in the form of a hard thrust against his prostate that made him fling his head back, releasing a primal cry as his whole body trembled, intense sensations flooding every bit of him. He sagged forward, gasping, feeling the sweat dripping down his heated skin.

Aoi was still plunging inside him, moaning louder with every thrust, and then he pushed forward hard, letting out a near-scream as his climax washed over him, falling forward onto Ruki. He leaned his head into the crook of Ruki’s neck and shoulder, breathing heavily.

“Fuck,” Aoi gasped. “That was pretty incredible.”

Ruki just groaned. No way in hell could he form intelligent speech right now. Hell, he didn’t think he could even form words. His command of Japanese right now was, well, equivalent to his command of English.

“Need to undo this,” Aoi said, and he undid Ruki’s hands. The vocalist’s arms dropped weakly to either side, as boneless as the rest of him. “We need to remember to use that thing again.”

The shawl. Oh, yes, Ruki had forgotten that’s what it was – he was just aware of a billion strands trying to drive him mad. “Do you plan on using all the gifts you get from fans that way?” Ruki mumbled.

“Dunno,” Aoi said. He got up, draping the shawl on a chair, then went into the bathroom to deal with the condom and bring back wet rags to clean them off. “But we’ll have fun experimenting if we do, right?”

Ruki just groaned again. He just hoped Aoi wouldn’t start asking the fans to give him sex toys on Twitter. Of course, if he did that he’d probably justify it to their management by saying, “But I thought they did that in this country!”

He was able to move only to get under the covers (he was so wiped from this experience that even uncomfortable hotel bedding didn’t both him). When Aoi got in bed with him, he snuggled against his lover and closed his eyes.

It had been, so far, one hell of a trip. This very fortunate gift was just the icing on the cake.

* * *

The next day, Aoi uploaded the pictures he’d taken of himself modeling the shawl in different ways to Twitter, telling the fangirls he was trying to figure out how to use it. They didn’t need to know he’d already figured out the ultimate use – one that was destined to be repeated again and again.


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 15th, 2013 03:32 am (UTC)
Oh hot damn

I just KNEW something interesting was going to come out of that thing he wore.

Veeeery nice!!!

Sep. 16th, 2013 12:34 pm (UTC)
Once I saw he had twisted it into a rope and draped it around his neck, the bondage possibilities just presented themselves. XD And then, of course, there was the stroking possibilities of all that fringe . . . Thanks for reading!
Sep. 15th, 2013 11:53 am (UTC)



Ill nvr look at a shawl the same again ;)
Sep. 16th, 2013 12:33 pm (UTC)
ROTFL!!!! Shawl orgy, so to speak! Did all of the boys get those? If they did, that does open up a ton of other fic possibilities! XD (Of course, it remains to be seen what they're given as gifts on the rest of the tour! Thanks for reading!
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Sep. 16th, 2013 12:29 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Begging can be incredibly hot - I'm glad you liked the way it came across in this fic! And I very often wonder what VK fanficcers wrote about before there was Twitter. It's the best fic source there is!
Sep. 16th, 2013 06:01 am (UTC)
Now that was definitely kinky, didn't think one (or two) could use a shawl that way... Great idea though and great piece of smut, well done! What however caught me thoughtful, was this part "Ruki found himself pressing a fist against his mouth, struggling not to bite it." after he had got his wrists tied behind his back, so either I've missed something or then there's thought-blunder, you tell me. :') anyhow, great piece, thanks for this !
Sep. 16th, 2013 12:11 pm (UTC)
Blunder on my part! The line has been fixed - thank you for pointing that out! ^^;;; Glad you enjoyed it overall - shawl smut isn't one I've seen before, but when Aoi was proudly displaying the thing all over the place, I couldn't help but get ideas. ~_^
Sep. 17th, 2013 09:53 am (UTC)
No problem at all! I thought it was and guessed you might want to now about it..^^ It was kinky idea, world needs more Aoiki (and so do I) so thanks again for this ♥
Sep. 16th, 2013 01:55 pm (UTC)

Haha! Oh I loved the shawl pictures of Aoi ♥ He is so fashionable and he looks fantastic even without make up. I only wish he would sometimes think twice before posting stuff to twitter 8D
Oh, and the fanfic you made out of this was delicious!!!!

Sep. 16th, 2013 05:32 pm (UTC)

Lol it's a very creative story goddamnit!!!!! i like it very much!! Thanks for posting this!! xDxD
Sep. 26th, 2013 02:17 am (UTC)
I knew something kinky was bound to pop out from Aoi's interesting gift... This was hot and yummy as always. I just love it when you make Aoi talk dirty and and... this was a good fic to read after a loooooooooooong time of not reading any hot male action, LOL.
Oct. 20th, 2013 07:30 am (UTC)
Ding Dong :D hehehe Yummy ;) Ty ty!
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