Transaction

Disclaimer: Don’t own it. Except Opium.

Author’s Notes: So, I’m back home in Jersey. And… I have to admit, I’d like to be home. Oh, wow. I just called California home. That’s a bit odd. I’m not very happy back here. Oh well, stick it out while I have to, y’know? Anyways.

These few chapters were fun, and hell for us to write. Little did we know how bad we screwed up once we decided to put this up for all to read. But we’re fixing it. We’re working out the bugs. Scouts Honor!

Enjoy!
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Transaction
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Chapter Twenty-Five
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Tohma was standing before a section of wall that had monitors, the one in the center showing, yet again, pornography in progress. He'd felt victorious at the sight of the kiss. He'd looked at Taki and raised his glass of rum as if in toast to good work. But, they hadn't gone back to unlock the door right away. After all, what if Kenji had reacted badly?

But he hadn't and now before them lay a screen showing them two younger men in the process of removing each others clothing. He had an eyebrow raised and looked at Taki from the corner of his eye.

What to say? What to do?

He sipped his drink deciding that staying silent would be his best option at the moment.

He was gripping the glass too tight, Taki knew it, but he was afraid that if he loosened his fingers, he would let go completely. As it was, it was his hold on the empty glass that was keeping him in place anyway.

As much as he knew he shouldn't be watching what was still playing out on the screen, Taki couldn't look away. How long had it been since he'd indulged in watching anything like this?

Months. It had been years since the act itself. He knew that. He could still remember the last time.

And thinking about that made this hurt all the more. It was a strain to walk already, but Taki didn't want to imagine how bad it would be if he actually had to move.

His mouth was dry, his fingers felt increasingly weak, and his pants were really beginning to hurt. Taki knew he had to leave, get out of the office, maybe even the building before his condition was recognized. Of all things, he didn't need that.

The tap of his glass against Tohma's desk was loud, and Taki masked a wince as he crossed the room stiffly to get to the door. He couldn't even manage an excuse, he just needed out. There was no way he could sit and watch... that, without Tohma recognizing exactly what was happening to him.

He couldn't do it. He would not put himself through that.

The secretary tried to stop the young girl with orange hair, but she just blew by her. Keiko knew they were behind his, and all it took was a sweet look at a worker that had some keys, girlishly innocent question (“That one is the key to, Seguchi-san’s office? You must be so important to have it!”) and she took the lift right away.

A quick slip and turn of a key, and the revenge was exacted. She was sure Kenji would’ve been proud of her.

When he tried the door, his eyes widened. The handle simply rattled, and he tried it again. "Shit." He breathed, then repeated it louder.

They were locked in.

Tohma turned towards Taki languidly, ice in his glass clinking merrily, quite a contrast to the situation. His face was even and smooth, looking without emotion, though he didn't know what to think really. After watching Taki fidget for a few minutes, he knew what was 'wrong' with the other man. Now, watching him actually try to leave?

Well... he didn't think that would've happened.

"I'm sorry Taki," Tohma said with a small smile. "What’s wrong?”

As in some outside force out of Tohma's control in the very building he controlled had come and put a stop on something in his everyday routine? He knew, deep down as he saw Taki near the door, seeing that he hadn’t left, that they were locked in.

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No, that wasn't right. That didn't happen. Never happened. It wasn't... it wasn't plausible. In Tohma's world, which was this building itself, things went along according to him. He hadn't ordered this, it certainly couldn't be happening.

The blond set his drink down as well and walked over to Taki, brushing his hand aside. His own slim fingers gripped the handle and turned it with full confidence it would open.

It rattled and stuck halfway.

Tohma stared at it, face falling. He pulled his hand away like he was burned and looked at Taki, dumbstruck.

"We're locked in..."

Taki nodded, feeling as though his tongue was glued to the top of his mouth. It was taking too much to keep himself calm, because he'd already been fairly irrational before he'd reached the door.

Standing next to Tohma wasn't doing him any good, but he couldn't turn because he'd be faced with the wall of monitors, and his eyes would automatically turn to the very one he couldn't stand to look at. He would never be able to consider Haido and Kenji the same way, and that was frankly rather irritating, because now he didn't know how to consider them at all.

It was all a matter of time, though. He would worry about it later. For now, he had more pressing matters at hand.

"I can't stay in here." Emphasis on the 'can't.' He couldn't. He would go mad, and he'd had more then his fair share of trauma therapy. He didn't need more for a potentially sanity-threatening situation that involved work porn, his band, and his boss. Not to mention a locked door!

It was almost a cliché. It had to be planned. The entire situation was just too well set up. A chain of coincidences? Perhaps, but it was too unlikely. There had to be some sort of greater power, someone who had a checklist of things to happen throughout the day.

Taki had never considered being religious, and the idea was gone as soon as he came to the conclusion that it was impossible.

It was mind boggling. Something had happened to him. Him! The boss! Seguchi Tohma! Things didn't happen to him unless they were thoroughly planned out by him. This wasn't making sense. Tohma felt his chest tighten up and for a fearful moment, the thought he would start hyperventilating.

But he calmed himself.

Nothing to get worked up over, right? Right. One glitch in the system was all. Obviously, he could call someone, get this fixed right away. There was no need to worry. He could get them out of here at anytime.

...

Ah, back in the seat of power. It felt damn good and comfortable after that bump. Always good to have control. Slipping just never felt... good.

The blond sighed, shaking his head as if to clear it and smiled softly, hands slipping into his pockets. Any more time watching that camera and he would've 'needed' to get out too. Though he wasn't as hard pressed as Taki, he was certainly close to the same agitated state.

"Well, we'll just have to wait," Tohma sighed, walking back over to his desk, sitting in his large chair. "Nothing I can really do."

There had been a time period in his life where Taki believed that Seguchi Tohma could do anything. That, ironically speaking, he could open any door. Create a pathway of light to some sort of nirvana.

It was that phase that Taki had been relying on now. That assurance that yes, Tohma could get them out. And he could go, and be free of the pressure that just wouldn't go away.

What he hadn't expected, was the outright denial of that relief. Nothing Tohma could really do? Nothing? That meant they were really locked in. Just the two of them, and the live, still playing scene on the monitor.

Taki turned and let his back hit the door. He dropped down it, onto the floor. One knee bent, staying up in the air, and he stretched the other leg in front of him. It did nothing to help his current physical state, but there was clearly nothing he could do about it.

Not if Tohma couldn't get this door open. He was just stuck waiting until it went away, and each glance at that monitor brought it back ten-fold.

Within seconds, he'd started to shift. His hands were restless, picking at his pants, then the floor, then themselves. He needed a distraction. Something to do. He couldn't just sit like this and submit himself to someone else’s will.

Finally, he looked up at Tohma, fighting with a rise of hope. "Are you sure there's nothing you can do?" Surely, there had to be something. There just had to be.

Tohma had been staring at the screen on the wall. His hands were folded, elbows resting on the desk, chin on the back of his hands. Under the desk of course, not visible to Taki, was his own growing problem. Those two... Oh, it wasn't as though Tohma didn't dabble in the sexual visuals, in fact he had quite an extensive collection. He wasn't a strange to sex, though lately it had been lagging. There was just something a little extra about watching two people you knew on some personal level in a place they thought they were alone. Things like this were much different without a script and cheesy acting.

He looked over at Taki, once again back to being full confident. He eyed the man with an odd glance, the small smile never changing. Oh, there were a few things he could do...

But that would require getting up. Tohma wasn't lazy, but it would certainly be more entertaining to try and draw Taki over to him. Either way, he would wind up pleased.

The blond made a small hum in comment to Taki's question as he removed his gloves, placing them on the desktop. He eased back into the large seat, leather sighing quietly. He looked over at Taki once more, discreetly. First it was small, eyes glued to the movements of Kenji and Haido on screen and he would just press the palm of his hand against the erection obviously displayed in his position, sighing every once in a while. After a few moments, he tired of it and unbuttoned the pants, slowly tugging the zipper down.

His eyes did not leave the screen.

Once the zipper couldn't go down anymore, he slipped his hand between the folds of cloth and removed his erection, looking absolutely relaxed about the whole ordeal. Still never giving a second glance towards Taki, he began to move his hand up and down his length as if he were alone in his office with the privacy to do such.

At first, the obvious touches made Taki glance away, shift his eyes to something less interesting. Like the floor. But there was nothing on the floor for him to look at, and inevitably, his eyes found Tohma again.

Tohma wasn't looking at him, and that was good. Taki was sure the expression on his face was not one he wanted to witness.

Taki couldn't get himself to look away now, not if he tried. Tohma's hand was moving fluidly, and Taki could feel his breathing become steadily more labored. The urge to rise and cross the room was strong, but surely... Tohma didn't want him to do that.

What was he, a fool? Taki swallowed, hands fisting behind the cover of his leg. Why would Tohma be doing it, well out in the open, if it wasn't some sort of invitation? There was no time to think about it, because he was rising, pushing himself across the room.

They were both adults. If this went badly, they would be able to handle it. Taki was aware of what his actions could do, but he found himself disregarding the risk for one reason only.

He just didn't give a damn.

Dropping carefully onto his knees in front of Tohma, Taki barely spared a glance up at him, his hand moving to stop Tohma's and replace it.

The erection in his grasp was hot and hard, skin soft around it. It was easier to think of it as some separate thing, because regarding it as a part of Tohma was just too hard for Taki to accept.

Two years without anything like this, but it was a natural instinct to move his hand, matching the pace he'd stopped Tohma from doing. He didn't look up at Tohma as he lowered his head to place a deliberate lick to the tip.

When he saw the dark spot that was Taki from the corner of his eye get up, he felt a rise of victory on his part. He'd done it! He hadn't even expected it to work so well, so quickly. What came next was not of his imagination, or of his persuasion.

While Taki didn't look up at Tohma, Tohma looked down at him, curious, a little shocked and very pleased. He let his hand get pushed aside and sighed, sinking deeply into the chair as Taki's hand curled around his arousal. Both hands rested on the armrests, flexing, but remaining still. He shifted, spreading his legs wider to get comfortable.

The blond looked absolutely content. The cat who ate the canary, basically. A hot tongue connected with the sensitive flesh, he let out tight moan out, hand squeezing the chair. Restless, they moved to bury themselves into the dark hair atop Taki's head, breathing his name under his breath.

The moan, his name... Taki shuddered, looking up at Tohma as well as he could with those hands buried in his hair. Strong hands, though thin and fragile. Taki had been at the mercy of those hands before, though never quite in a situation like this.

He knew he'd given in, done what Tohma wanted him to when he caught sight of that expression. Smug, content. To his surprise, there was no surge of disgust, nothing that he would normally have felt. There was only Tohma in his hand, and his taste in his mouth.

Strange.

But, nevertheless, Taki leaned down again, taking the entire tip into his mouth. At first, it felt awkward. He hadn't done this in a very long time. What if he was bad at it? But, just like riding a bike, some things are memorized by muscles, not the mind.

His hand was bumping against his lips as he took more of Tohma into his mouth, pulling back to concentrate instead on the head. That was where everything was felt. Anything after it was really just a bonus.

Tohma's hands tightened and his eyes shut as he took a shuddering breath. Taki hadn't lost anything over the years he hadn't been in use. Not at all. His tongue was as talented at this as it had been at singing, and Tohma hadn't complained with either performance.

This was wonderful, both relaxing and nerve-wracking all at once. A huge living contrast. It would be so easy so just let go and enjoy this fully and get off nice and easy. But... it wasn't enough. The blond could be satisfied with using Taki this way, but it wasn't far enough.

He let the ex singer continue, unable to just bring everything to a halt. But eventually he placed a hand over Taki's, stopping it. Detangling his other hand, he nudged Taki, telling him without words to remove his mouth. Once he had done so, Tohma leaned down awkwardly to kiss the other man.

If the stop to his progress had been shocking, it was nothing compared to the kiss. Taki was frozen in shock, his hands on Tohma's knees. Kisses. He'd always thought they were soft things, things reserved for people who cared about each other, so it was a surprise when Tohma's lips met his.

With Tohma's expression the way it had been before, Taki had just assumed he would become something of a tool. Used, and they wouldn't have to talk about the event. Sex for the purpose of sex alone. He would have been fine with that, even with his physical inactivity.

But a kiss? Kisses slowed things down, dragged out acts that didn't need to take that long. Kisses brought in feeling, and attachment, and all sorts of things that neither of them needed.

And yet, his lips parted. For as long as it had been since he'd had sex, it had been longer since he was kissed, and it was a welcome change. He couldn't move without making their position more difficult, so he stayed still, fingers gripping carefully where they rested on Tohma's clothed thighs.

He took the invitation of Taki's open mouth simply on instinct. It hadn't been his plan to make something sentimental out of this. But there was a certain amount of respect and feeling you had to give to the person you were with at the time.

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Okay, and Tohma didn't think Taki would've gone for anything if he had asked for an out right fuck.

Now he had to figure out which would be more comfortable for Taki considering his legs weren't up to par. Bent over the desk, on the floor, in the chair... so many options.
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Author’s Notes: Before this editing, Keiko wasn’t mentioned in this chapter at all, save for our imaginations. I always assumed Keiko had been the one to lock Tohma and Taki in together, but I never wrote it out for some reason. But I threw in those few lines, and I figure it makes sense to all the public now, and it’s not drawn out. Just a brief pop in, pop out thing.

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~Subby