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Title: Siren's Song
Rating: R
Bands/Pairings: Nao x Starbucks Mermaid, Nao x alice nine.
Summary: When she calls, Nao can't help but answer.
A/N: I blame coiled_iris for this, completely.

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He can hear her crooning and it scares him, it freaks him out…at least it did in the beginning. The first time he heard her call, he had huddled under his blankets for a morning, trying to convince himself that it was just a side-effect of his bad sleeping habits and drinking way too much coffee. But now, Nao accepts her silken song as part of his life. He knows she will not let him go. And really, a part of him doesn’t want to be let go, anyway.

He’s grown dependent on her.

It’s mid-afternoon, and Nao is alone in the studio. She’s singing for him as he breathes in the rich aroma of her, as he rolls the sweet taste of her over his tongue. When he closes his eyes, he can feel icy fingertips brushing the nape of his neck; his breath hitches. It’s really just the cycle of the air conditioning and he swears to god he knows this, but Nao fancies the phantom fingers instead. It helps him complete the picture: her hair tumbling over her shoulders, her lips curved just so as she sings, sings, sings into his ear.

Nothing brings me more pleasure than giving you pleasure, my darling, my love, my sweet…

His right hand, the empty one, moves to press against the steadily growing erection in his pants. His breathing becomes erratic as he rubs himself. Nao lets his head fall back and his mouth falls open and she is still singing her delicately demanding song. A moment later, his tongue flicks out to capture the last drops of her on his lips and the taste helps him over the edge.

When Nao returns to himself, he thinks that he needs to change his underwear, he thinks that he should write part of her melody into the new single, but he never thinks that what he has just done is disturbing.

Shou, who has come back from lunch early and is standing in the doorway, thinks that for him. The vocalist flees before Nao can get up from the couch.

--

“Guys, we have to do something. He’s masturbating to coffee, for Christ’s sake.”

“To be fair,” Saga intones, a wicked gleam in his eyes, “he’s masturbating to Starbucks. And you have to admit, their coffee is pretty damn good.”

“I don’t think that’s relevant here!” Shou is blushing, he has been since he brought up the subject, but the added spastic twitch from Saga’s remark pleases the bassist. Shou is adorable when wound up.

“Do we have to step in?” Hiroto wonders. “I mean, it’s not like this is hurting anyone.”

“To each his own kink,” Tora shrugs.

And for a while, that is the end of the matter.

--

It’s when makeup fails to cover the circles under Nao’s eyes and when the drummer starts to get winded halfway through rehearsals that the subject is brought up again. The five of them are in the studio, and Nao’s leg is bouncing.

She’s calling, and his band mates are keeping him from her.

“Nao,” Saga says, completely serious for once, “we think you have a problem.”

“You’re really, really dehydrated,” Hiroto points out.

“You never sleep, at all,” Tora adds flatly.

“Do you know what too much coffee can do to your blood pressure?” Shou finishes the list of complaints in a spectacular show of worry.

Nao frowns. “You guys are being ridiculous. She’s not out to hurt me. She just wants to make me happy.”

The others exchange a four-way glance.

“Who is she?” Shou asks tentatively.

Nao shakes his head. “You wouldn’t understand, you’re not special to her, you can’t hear her. But I do. And she’s telling me I should be drinking a frappuccino right now instead of wasting my time here with you.”

He stands to leave and is instantly tackled to the floor by Shou.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Shou growls, and everyone, Nao included, is surprised by the vocalist’s sudden fierceness. Shou leans down and looks Nao in the eye. “And you’re not to listen to…to her, whoever she is, anymore. Listen to us.”

He leans further in and kisses Nao. The kiss is soft and lingering, almost strange when compared to how intense Shou’s earlier actions were, but it’s enough to dim her song. Nao starts to kiss back and thinks, it’s better when it’s real.

Fingers trace his neck, actual fingers, and Nao looks up to see Saga’s upside down face smirking at him. Shou’s breath is warm on his lips; Tora and Hiroto are twin anchors at his hips. Nao can barely hear her at all now.

“If you need an addiction,” Saga murmurs, his voice more seductive than hers ever was, “you have four to choose from, right here.”

“We’re a lot healthier,” Hiroto grins, lips curved just so over Nao’s thigh.

“Although we’ll also be bad for your blood pressure, occasionally,” Tora says dryly while nibbling Shou’s shoulder.

Nao lets his head fall back into Saga's lap. “I don’t actually have to choose, do I?”

--

Days later, he passes her on the street and trembles. She’s not singing, no, but the memory of her siren’s song is still strong in his mind.

I’ll take you back from them. You belong to me.

Then Shou’s fingers tighten around Nao’s and the drummer’s mind flashes to a different memory, one of Shou arching off the bed and letting out a throbbing moan.

“Tora’s waiting us,” Shou says firmly. Nao steels his resolve and nods and keeps walking, but he continues to feel haunted. She will never stop wanting him, and she is everywhere.