[Arashi] A Puppy Named Sochi
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neko_kirin3104Title: A Puppy Named Sochi
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Sakumiya (Sho/Nino)
Prompt: 16 Affected
Word Count: 1036
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: When one of Sho’s souvenirs from Sochi finally arrives at their doorstep, Nino tries his best to cope.
Note: inspired by a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_situations and because this //squees ~♥
When Sho first mentioned about the puppy right after arriving from Sochi—okay, way, way, waaaay after arriving from Sochi, when they were cuddling in bed together following a rather enthusiastic romp in bed that almost ripped him in half—because he had apparently ignored his lover when the man was home for Valentine’s, and had allegedly flirted with Satoshi-kun when he knew Sho was looking (nothing but false accusations, of course!)—Nino had been excited; like Aiba going ‘I can hardly wait to meet him Sho-chaaaan!!!’-excited, though a lot less dumb and obvious about it.
It had been a while since he got himself a pet dog, after all.
Well, Sho sometimes counted as one, but he’s really more rodent than canine: same bite (sneaky and painful when one least expected it), same food hoarding tendencies (those chipmunk cheeks never lied), and same delightfully squeaky sounds (teasing the man never did get tiring because of these).
So, yes. Nino had been overjoyed to find out that in just a few days, the chocolate brown puppy that Sho had adopted from one of the wayfaring Sochi strays—an Olympic trend that began with one dog-loving athlete to the next, quickly catching fire to include other able and compassionate tourists at the Olympic Village—would be flown here to live with them after all the required immunizations and veterinary check-ups had cleared it to leave Sochi.
Now, if the damn puppy had only thought twice before boldly trying to horn in on his established position in this house, Nino was sure things would have gotten on a lot smoother start for the two of them.
But as it turned out, five hours after Sho went to pick Sochi (yeah, very imaginative) up from the airport, and the stupid stray had taken a rather frenzied snap at his hand and barely missing—not to mention that Sho had merely laughed at it and teased him for his hamburger hands like he had not just gotten close to losing a finger—Nino had had it up to his throbbing temples with this whole puppy business.
Sho wasn’t even the type to just go along with a trend to begin with! So why start now? Why start with this pompous abomination: the devil himself in a cutesy disguise?!
“He reminded me of you,” was the short and simple reply.
For some reason, this just made him grumpier. “What do you need two of me for?”
“One to cuddle with when the other one is being deliberately mean and wouldn’t.”
Nino was normally not a jealous person, but seeing the affectionate way Sho held and caressed the simpering furball of wicked intent (for why else would it be looking at Nino like it was planning on chasing him out of this house any moment now?) was really starting to get to his nerves.
“He just chewed through one of your expensive shoes, you know,” he said, eyes and hands never missing a beat from his game. “If I stuff my face with your branded socks, will you get rid of him for me?” He glanced briefly at Sho beside him with what he hoped was his most appealing puppy eyes, all pouty lips and fluttering lashes.
“Don't be ridiculous, Kazu!” Sho quipped, a snorty chuckle almost ruining his poor attempt at annoyance. “Besides, you’ve already stuffed your face with more than just my socks. I don’t see any merit in that argument.”
Nino could almost feel the smirk in those words. Although it had been almost two decades since he’d known the man, Sho Sakurai’s occasional spurts of perversion still surprised him sometimes. He was still recovering from that cheeky allusion to strawberries and his height in one of their variety shows.
“I don't think he likes me very much, Sho-chan.” The dog growled to prove his point. “See?”
“I think he knows the feeling is mutual.”
“Not my fault that he fails to take after my natural charm!” It was his chance to smirk this time, throwing a ‘you-don’t-scare-me-you-little-monster’ look at his rival.
The straightforward Sochi retorted with a sharp bark, obviously not the type to back down from a challenge either.
“He’s sure got the same snarky snout, though,” Sho chortled, his delight quickly grating on Nino’s nerves and making him distracted enough to lose his game character into a gaping ditch.
He cursed under his breath and pressed buttons after buttons to restart his game again from the last save point.
“I just wish you two would learn to get along for my sake,” Sho was suddenly saying.
“You tell him that—”
“I’m telling the both of you!”
“Well, as long as you keep him from sniffing up your ass, I think I’ll let him live.”
“KAZU!”
Nino clucked his tongue at the sight of his lover covering the puppy’s ears like a mother would to her innocent child. Sometimes, he did wonder how he ended up being the bottom half of this relationship. “Remind me to stop you when you start talking about adopting human babies too, okay?”
“That’s cold, Kazu!” Sho snarled, wrapping the whimpering puppy in a protective embrace, like Nino had just threatened to break its neck or something.
That night, Nino vaguely sensed Sho sneaking the cursed puppy under their blanket, despite his explicit request that the puppy stayed in the living room if it knew what’s good for it.
He ended up just letting things be, because... well, whatever! He was too sleepy to do anything about it anyway.
Besides, it did feel rather nice and warm to have the little furball press itself snugly against his chest, his face, and all over his body.
It wasn’t like the little bastard was starting to get to him, of course.
Although the snapshot of him that Sho took the following morning did say otherwise—
There he was, mouth wide open, with an adorably fragile-looking Sochi curled up into the crook of his armpit, both of them asleep and oblivious enough to lay down their differences for a temporary ceasefire.
“He’s really not much different from you, you know,” Sho teased.
“Shut up, Sho-chan,” Nino grumbled.
Sochi could only whimper in his sleep.
*Because I got this idea in my head ever since I read the article, and it became Sakumiya after I stumbled on that MMA episode (2005.10.15 Mago Mago Arashi) where Nino called Sho an apple thief and made him super extra large rice ball for lunch~! LOL~! Cute~ xD ♥
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Sakumiya (Sho/Nino)
Prompt: 16 Affected
Word Count: 1036
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff
Summary: When one of Sho’s souvenirs from Sochi finally arrives at their doorstep, Nino tries his best to cope.
Note: inspired by a prompt from
100_situations and because this //squees ~♥When Sho first mentioned about the puppy right after arriving from Sochi—okay, way, way, waaaay after arriving from Sochi, when they were cuddling in bed together following a rather enthusiastic romp in bed that almost ripped him in half—because he had apparently ignored his lover when the man was home for Valentine’s, and had allegedly flirted with Satoshi-kun when he knew Sho was looking (nothing but false accusations, of course!)—Nino had been excited; like Aiba going ‘I can hardly wait to meet him Sho-chaaaan!!!’-excited, though a lot less dumb and obvious about it.
It had been a while since he got himself a pet dog, after all.
Well, Sho sometimes counted as one, but he’s really more rodent than canine: same bite (sneaky and painful when one least expected it), same food hoarding tendencies (those chipmunk cheeks never lied), and same delightfully squeaky sounds (teasing the man never did get tiring because of these).
So, yes. Nino had been overjoyed to find out that in just a few days, the chocolate brown puppy that Sho had adopted from one of the wayfaring Sochi strays—an Olympic trend that began with one dog-loving athlete to the next, quickly catching fire to include other able and compassionate tourists at the Olympic Village—would be flown here to live with them after all the required immunizations and veterinary check-ups had cleared it to leave Sochi.
Now, if the damn puppy had only thought twice before boldly trying to horn in on his established position in this house, Nino was sure things would have gotten on a lot smoother start for the two of them.
But as it turned out, five hours after Sho went to pick Sochi (yeah, very imaginative) up from the airport, and the stupid stray had taken a rather frenzied snap at his hand and barely missing—not to mention that Sho had merely laughed at it and teased him for his hamburger hands like he had not just gotten close to losing a finger—Nino had had it up to his throbbing temples with this whole puppy business.
Sho wasn’t even the type to just go along with a trend to begin with! So why start now? Why start with this pompous abomination: the devil himself in a cutesy disguise?!
“He reminded me of you,” was the short and simple reply.
For some reason, this just made him grumpier. “What do you need two of me for?”
“One to cuddle with when the other one is being deliberately mean and wouldn’t.”
Nino was normally not a jealous person, but seeing the affectionate way Sho held and caressed the simpering furball of wicked intent (for why else would it be looking at Nino like it was planning on chasing him out of this house any moment now?) was really starting to get to his nerves.
“He just chewed through one of your expensive shoes, you know,” he said, eyes and hands never missing a beat from his game. “If I stuff my face with your branded socks, will you get rid of him for me?” He glanced briefly at Sho beside him with what he hoped was his most appealing puppy eyes, all pouty lips and fluttering lashes.
“Don't be ridiculous, Kazu!” Sho quipped, a snorty chuckle almost ruining his poor attempt at annoyance. “Besides, you’ve already stuffed your face with more than just my socks. I don’t see any merit in that argument.”
Nino could almost feel the smirk in those words. Although it had been almost two decades since he’d known the man, Sho Sakurai’s occasional spurts of perversion still surprised him sometimes. He was still recovering from that cheeky allusion to strawberries and his height in one of their variety shows.
“I don't think he likes me very much, Sho-chan.” The dog growled to prove his point. “See?”
“I think he knows the feeling is mutual.”
“Not my fault that he fails to take after my natural charm!” It was his chance to smirk this time, throwing a ‘you-don’t-scare-me-you-little-monster’ look at his rival.
The straightforward Sochi retorted with a sharp bark, obviously not the type to back down from a challenge either.
“He’s sure got the same snarky snout, though,” Sho chortled, his delight quickly grating on Nino’s nerves and making him distracted enough to lose his game character into a gaping ditch.
He cursed under his breath and pressed buttons after buttons to restart his game again from the last save point.
“I just wish you two would learn to get along for my sake,” Sho was suddenly saying.
“You tell him that—”
“I’m telling the both of you!”
“Well, as long as you keep him from sniffing up your ass, I think I’ll let him live.”
“KAZU!”
Nino clucked his tongue at the sight of his lover covering the puppy’s ears like a mother would to her innocent child. Sometimes, he did wonder how he ended up being the bottom half of this relationship. “Remind me to stop you when you start talking about adopting human babies too, okay?”
“That’s cold, Kazu!” Sho snarled, wrapping the whimpering puppy in a protective embrace, like Nino had just threatened to break its neck or something.
That night, Nino vaguely sensed Sho sneaking the cursed puppy under their blanket, despite his explicit request that the puppy stayed in the living room if it knew what’s good for it.
He ended up just letting things be, because... well, whatever! He was too sleepy to do anything about it anyway.
Besides, it did feel rather nice and warm to have the little furball press itself snugly against his chest, his face, and all over his body.
It wasn’t like the little bastard was starting to get to him, of course.
Although the snapshot of him that Sho took the following morning did say otherwise—
There he was, mouth wide open, with an adorably fragile-looking Sochi curled up into the crook of his armpit, both of them asleep and oblivious enough to lay down their differences for a temporary ceasefire.
“He’s really not much different from you, you know,” Sho teased.
“Shut up, Sho-chan,” Nino grumbled.
Sochi could only whimper in his sleep.
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*Because I got this idea in my head ever since I read the article, and it became Sakumiya after I stumbled on that MMA episode (2005.10.15 Mago Mago Arashi) where Nino called Sho an apple thief and made him super extra large rice ball for lunch~! LOL~! Cute~ xD ♥
