Author note: Finally, a little bit of of payoff!
Warning: Sex (eventually), tiny bit of bondage, more OOC than I'd have really liked.
Pair: Shirogane and Akira Nikaido
Disclaimer: Monochrome factor is not, however much I'd like it to be, mine. Kaili Sorano owns the characters and the universe they live in. :D "For Your Entertainment" belongs to Adam Lambert, Claude Kelly, Dr Luke, and RCA.

"This is ridiculous." Akira grumbled to himself. He was sitting backstage, tuning up his guitar. Peter and Hiroshi were standing around doing the same, as Daisuke did the best he could of organising the equipment with his broken arm. "It's the weekend; I should be out at the arcade or at home in bed with-"

"Who?" He looked up, startled. The other three had heard him, and were looking interested. "Come on, Nikaido. You got a girl?" Akira blushed briefly.

"Uh, no." He replied honestly. They looked disbelieving. "Seriously guys, there's no girl. You know the girls don't like me much anymore." Memories of his snapping at every female in a 50 metre radius flashed across their minds.

"So there's no-one out in that crowd for you?" Daisuke asked, peering through the side of the curtain. Akira shrugged.

"Aya, Kengo, maybe Kou-nii. Just my friends." He tested his strings briefly. "Are your families coming?" The other boys nodded.

"Hey, Nikaido?" Daisuke glanced back. "Suzano and Asamura are out there, with two older guys in suits." Akira nodded briefly. "And some guy with long white hair." Akira nearly dropped his guitar. Intrigued by the reaction, the other two dashed over to look.

"Wow, it really is white." Hiroshi commented. "Is that his natural colour? It doesn't look dyed."

"He's talking to my mother." Peter croaked. His voice was working, barely. He couldn't speak louder than a whisper, so contrary to Akira's hopes, he still couldn't sing. Akira set down the guitar more calmly, and joined them.

"He can't have actually... Well." Akira blinked. "Fuck me..." Shirogane was stood between Kou and Aya, wearing low-riding jeans and an unfamiliar shirt, chatting casually over Kengo's head to a black haired woman in a green dress. He was talking to a human woman, and these human boys could see him. Shirogane must have gotten an Instant Doppler from somewhere, Akira realised. Master was stood beside Kengo, hand fixed on the teen's shoulder as he was jostled. The blind man was clearly uncomfortable, but he turned up anyway.

"Who is it?" Akira turned away.

"Shirogane. The man next to Kengo is Master, Kou's on the other side."

"So all your friends came after all, huh?" Daisuke was still scanning the crowd, presumably looking for someone. "That's good." He tilted his head. "Is there something wrong with that 'Master' guy?"

"Yeah, he's been blind from birth, I think." Akira replied. "I guess the crowd must be confusing for him. I didn't expect him to come at all; I thought he had work."

"Must have finished up early to come and see you play." Hiroshi punched his arm lightly, ignoring the venomous glare Akira shot him, having become used to his bad moods during rehearsals. "Right, do we all know the song order?" he took charge, organising the others. Daisuke slipped out onto the stage to do the introduction.

"Thanks for coming everyone!" Daisuke's voice floated back to them through the curtains. "Due to a few little mishaps" there were laughs from the audience, no doubt at the cast on his arm "we've had to ask a very talented friend to help us out. So give us a bit of slack – we're not going to sound exactly like we usually do, but hopefully it'll be somewhere close! Without any further ado, let's get on with the show!"

The cheers were deafening from the stage, and Akira – for the first time in years – honestly considered backing out. He was halfway to running from the stage when he caught sight of his friends. Kou, Aya, and Shirogane were cheering with everyone else, Kengo speaking directly into Master's ear. Akira's quick eye spotted Kou's hand low on Aya's hip – no doubt he'd earn a smack for that later – and Master was now gripping Kengo's wrist, but he still wasn't leaving.

They'd come out to see him. Kou was skipping working on the Kokuchi problem or earning some money on his dubious 'jobs'. Aya would be breaking her curfew unless she left in half an hour. Kengo was risking coming home to his sister almost paralytic with drink or unconscious on the sofa with a strange man. Master was losing a fair amount of money by closing the bar on a Saturday night.

"Let's do this."

Akira mostly kept his eyes down, focussed on his playing. When he did look up, his eyes darted around the crowd as he sang, picking out individual faces, but refusing to settle on one person for too long. Song after song passed with only a few seconds pause between tracks. Eventually, he turned to Peter and Hiroshi and nodded. They had played a variety already, but it was this final one Akira was nervous about.

"So hot out of the box, can we pick up the pace?" He sang in English. The entire audience went silent, mostly confused. "Turn it up, heat it up, I need to be entertained. Push the limit, are you with it? Baby, don't be afraid. Imma hurt you real good, baby!" some members of the crowd had caught on, "Let's go it's my show, baby, do what I say. Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display. I told you, Imma hold ya down until you're amazed; give it to ya til you're screamin' my name!" He fixed his eyes on Shirogane, and never once wavered as he started the chorus. "No escaping when I start. Once I'm in I own your heart, there's no way to ring the alarm, so hold on until it's over."

He smiled slightly, the teasing smirk that he knew made Shirogane shiver. "Oh! Do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you; I'm here for your entertainment!" He could see the rest of his friends slowly start to understand that this song was meant for Shirogane alone. "Oh! I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet. You thought an angel swept you off your feet, but I'm about to turn up the heat. I'm here for your entertainment!" The silver haired Shin flushed a violent scarlet.

"S'all right, you'll be fine, baby I'm in control. Take the pain, take the pleasure, I'm the master of both!" Aya's blush matched Shirogane's, shocked by the candour of both the lyrics and the tone of Akira's voice. "Close your eyes, not your mind, let me into your soul. I'm gonna work it 'til your totally blown!" He said it as a promise, not as a song. "No escaping when I start, once I'm in I own your heart. There's no way to ring the alarm, so hold on 'til it's over!"

Akira started on his guitar again for the chorus, getting a response from the crowd as they knew the lyrics. "Oh! Do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you; I'm here for your entertainment! Oh! I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet. You thought an angel swept you off your feet, but I'm about to turn up the heat. I'm here for your entertainment!" He hesitated briefly.

"Do it, Nikaido!" Peter hissed. "We had a deal." Akira growled at him and tried not to blush as he performed the required sexy sashay – well, the others thought it was sexy, he thought it was weird. It was humiliating, but the others had insisted, saying that if they agreed to play the song last, he had to put on a show.

"Oh! Do you like what you see? Oh, let me entertain ya 'til you scream!" He was gratified to see that Shirogane's blush hadn't faded. "Oh! Do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you; I'm here for your entertainment!" He was on the home stretch, thank goodness. His throat was scratchy, getting rough from all the singing. "Oh! I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet. You thought an angel swept you off your feet, but I'm about to turn up the heat. I'm here for your entertainment!" the crowd cheered as they finished.

Akira set down his guitar, and jumped off the edge of the stage, straight into Shirogane's waiting arms. The crowd backed away slightly as the elder Shin lifted him so Akira could wrap his legs around his hips. The kiss was frantic and passionate, earning catcalls from various people.

"How about we make this official tonight?" Akira breathed against Shirogane's lips. Shirogane smiled, and kissed him again.

"Anything for you, Akira-kun."

TBC