Transaction

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Author’s Notes: Here we are for another round! Zookeeper, this is for you! I’m sure you’ll love it.

Enjoy.
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Transaction
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
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Taki had changed his mind about kisses. Or, at least Tohma's kisses. They weren't soft things. No, they were hot and heavy, and certainly not something he would have associated with Tohma. No, not until several minutes ago had he even considered Tohma in such an explicit manner.

Pushed back against the desk, Taki was glad the surface was mostly empty. Tohma's desk was always empty, even when the man had piles and piles of work. The surface was clean, save for a few things. And now, Taki was pressed against it, Tohma over him, both of them breathing hard.

He'd left his jacket in the studio, hours before. He had on only the thin dress shirt and his pants, while Tohma was still fully dressed, save for the open pants and removed gloves.

He was watching Tohma closely, his hands moving to unbutton the jacket. And still, his eyes didn't move. Didn't flick to the screen, or away from the green eyes that met his. No, the stare they shared was full of silent communication, and one, set decision.

Tohma didn't mind the exertion it took, being with an obstinate lover. Taki wasn't anything but. Of course it seemed as though he'd given in on his own willingly enough, but mentally was another story. The look in the ex singer's dark eyes was one of pure stubbornness. The blond always knew he was, but such a fury of it!

While Taki's hands were undoing the jacket buttons, Tohma was busy undoing the buttons of the dark haired man's dress shirt. He bent low over Taki, hovering for a moment before kissing him hard again, eyes shutting. His hands pushed apart the undone shirt, running over the skin, pausing to shrug off the jacket.

Another hard kiss, and Taki stifled a noise in Tohma's mouth. There were hands on his skin, and they weren't his. It felt like forever since he'd felt anything like this, and he shifted on the desk to urge Tohma's hands to touch more.

The jacket was off, though, and kiss was forceful and demanding, hot, leaving him with a muggy sense of reality. He felt the hard press of the buttons as he struggled to undo Tohma's shirt. His fingers slipped, and it was with a great effort that the shirt came undone.

It was hard to think, move when Tohma was touching him. Harder still to operate with that mouth on his, taking control without asking.

Taki loved the feeling. He loved the way it felt, to be taken so thoroughly, recklessly. He loved it and hated it, and he was stuck somewhere in between, well aware that this was Tohma.

And Tohma was damn good.

He felt the cooler air hit him as the heat left his body once the shirt was open. Taki's backside was resting just on the edge of the desk, Tohma between his legs. Their bodies were so close together and his pants were still open and slipping down his hips.

Tohma pressed their hips together, grinding his freed arousal against the almost rough feel of Taki's pants, his own contained erection very obvious in the thin cloth. His fingers toyed with the ex singer's nipples, teasing them to attention as he broke the kiss, going right for Taki's neck.

He bit down with little thought as to going gently. If he didn't make Taki bleed, it was fine. Restraint was nonexistent. He didn't know what the dark haired man was doing to him, but he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

...

Then again, as he panted into Taki's neck, how could he think of anything that was better than this?

Taki could feel the desk pressing into his skin, through the cloth of his shirt, which was pinned behind him. Tohma was pressed against him, their hips grinding together. The kiss locked him in place as he pressed his hips back against Tohma, groaning at the pressure of the tight enclosure that was his pants.

They would have to go, and that necessity only grew more urgent as Tohma's fingers found his nipples. Strong fingers, the same fingers and hands that had pushed him against the desk, directed his face for the kiss, undone his shirt and pushed it aside, pinched and pulled, and pushed him to the brink of what he was sure was insanity.

How could Tohma possibly be doing this to him? It was a sensory overload, and Taki could only blame it on his own inactivity. Surely, it wasn't Tohma. No.

Then the kiss was broken, and a hard bite was delivered to his neck. Taki let out a raw moan, almost enough to be a cry. His lips buzzed, his mouth was too dry, and he was panting as he tried in vain to bring enough air into his lungs.

God, what was Tohma doing to him?

He could feel Tohma's hot, damp breath hit his skin, and his hands slid over Tohma's back. They fisted in the shirt, tugging it off first one shoulder, then the other. Too eager, he realized. Too willing to submit to Tohma's will.

Tohma groaned, moving his arms, relieving Taki of the torture from pinching. He shifted, having to release the other man's neck, letting Taki tug the shirt roughly off him. It fell behind him to the floor and now having the room, he unbuttoned Taki's pants.

There was no asking for consent. There were no whispered questions and words passed between them. There was only the hot look of glazed eyes through strands of hair and slightly parted lips panting. Always daring. The looks edged each other to go further and further. Taunting the other about what would happen if one of them stopped or backed down.

Tohma would do no such thing.

He yanked down the zipper and hooked his fingers in the waistband of the pants, pulling them down. The blond looked down and his lips twitched. Well, wasn't he cute? Taki wasn't exactly all that impressive.

Tohma stepped back and lowered himself between Taki's legs. First he removed on of his shoes and then the pant leg, making access easier. After that, he slid his finger down the other man's leg, holding his thighs apart as he took Taki's erection in hand and let it slip between his lips.

Damn that look, and damn the man who gave it. Taki's eyes narrowed, and anger rose as he caught the look, the amused twitch of lips. He didn't need that kind of shit rubbed in. It was already painfully obvious to him.

He was about to tell Tohma exactly what was on his mind, with a few choice phrases thrown in for flavor, when Tohma dropped to his knees on the floor. One thin hand wrapped around him, and Taki gasped, eyes threatening to close.

He was in Tohma's mouth within seconds, all wet, tight heat. He let out a choked noise, followed by a breathless, desperate, "Damn you..." that he just couldn't make himself mean.

Taki gripped the edge of the desk tight, gritting his teeth to keep back the louder sounds. It was his own pride that kept him from letting it out, just as it was his pride that wouldn't let him back down, or beg for more. Always a matter of pride and obstinacy. Always something to keep him in check.

Two years before, 'in check' wouldn't even have been an idea.

Tohma knew the curse was meaningless. He was starting to realize that he could do anything and it wouldn't matter. Taki would not stop him. He would've liked to see the mental break of pride in the dark haired man's eyes, but that may have been stretching his own abilities.

He was able to see Taki's hand white knuckled from their grip on his desk. He was struggling. The noises were muffled and he was straining an ear to hear them anyway.

Tohma hummed slightly as he worked his tongue, bobbing his head a little bit (would it be rude to say he didn't have to at all? Yes, maybe...). Still, he always enjoyed performing the act as much as receiving it.

If there was one reason why Taki could never have been a suitable top, it was his size. He'd always been small in stature, shoulders barely making it to a suitable width. His hips were too feminine, curved and prominent. And below the waist...

He was less then impressive. For all that it pissed him off, he couldn't blame Tohma's reaction.

He just hated it.

Just like he hated that Tohma could be laughing at him now, inside his head, and still make him feel like this. Helplessly aroused, dancing close to the edge Tohma would probably never let him reach. At least, that was what it felt like, moans breaking through his restraint as Tohma's tongue moved over him.

Damn Tohma. Damn every little bit of him.

With a soft sucking sound, Tohma let the other man pass from his lips. He ran his tongue over his lips out of habit as he pushed Taki's legs up a little more. He ran his tongue over Taki's sac, crouching down a little more. With his thumbs, he parted the other man's backside, revealing his entrance. Tohma smiled. He wondered if Taki had ever had this done to him.

With a few placed kisses and even a few small, sharp nips, the blond ran his tongue around the outside of Taki's opening, teasing it and probing slightly with the tip of his tongue. Tohma couldn't resist, like a hunger he would satisfy until it killed him. He pushed his tongue in, wriggling it as he went.

Tohma could only imagine the sound and reaction this would get him. If nothing else, this was another test. Would Taki try to stop him? Would Tohma even do it?

Taki was confused when Tohma pulled back, brow furrowing up at the ceiling as he stifled yet another moan at one of the hard nips. What was Tohma doing? They didn't have lubricant, or...

Or...

He gasped breathlessly, muscles searing in protest as Tohma's tongue pushed deep. That was the first thing to go inside in years. Years! His breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling too rapidly to do him any good.

For all that it hurt, stung, burned, and ached, Taki couldn't deny one thing. The pain was stirring something deep inside him, some dormant beast of masochism. It rose, and the pain became beautiful. He didn't want it to stop.

"Harder" and "deeper" wouldn't begin to cover his wants.

It was a tight heat that made his tongue feel cold in comparison, and it was only tighter still as Taki's body tried to reject him. He loved the sounds Taki was making; confusion, pain and a deep settled lust. Tohma didn't know how he could fit all those emotions in, but he did it so well.

From Tohma's guess, it felt like it had been too long for the ex singer. Personal experience and a good guess brought him to that conclusion. He pulled his tongue out before thrusting it back in as deep as it could go. While playing around a bit, he was also trying to stretch and lubricate a little bit if he could.

It wasn't all for fun.

Tohma wondered how long Taki could handle this. Something close to what he wanted, but not nearly as satisfying. A tease, a taunt. Something that could easily drive him crazy. Tohma loved the thought of what would happen.

After such a long break from extensive use, Taki couldn't help but groan as the stretched muscle ached and throbbed. It wasn't supposed to feel good, he knew that, but he'd always liked things a little too rough.

This wasn't the first time it had gotten him into trouble.

No matter how good this felt to him, though, it wasn't enough. It wasn't deep enough, or hard. This was just enough to give him a taste, a preview, and it was making him itch, want to push Tohma down to get what he wanted.

There was too much pride in him to beg, and he was too stubborn to ask. Instead, his hips shifted, and he let out a moan of Tohma's name that was almost pleading.

That was it! A triumphant feeling rose in him as he heard his name moaned so perfectly on key. Taki still had his voice, and it would be getting him a lot more. He removed his tongue, and opened a drawer, fumbling through it.

He pulled out a tube of a clear, thick liquid and popped it open with his free hand. He sat back on his heels, leaving Taki without any touch from him. A complete stop from everything.

The blond squeezed out some of the lube onto his right hand and held the tube between his teeth as he smoothed it over three of his fingers. His let the tube drop to the ground and raised himself back up on his knees. It was certainly a gorgeous view, but he'd missed all the faces Taki had made previous. He got up to his feet and was able to look over all of the other man at his pleasure.

While doing this, without warning, he pressed a slick finger into Taki.
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Author’s Notes: I love this pairing a lot. Not as much as Tohma and Suguru, but a lot. Or Taki and Suguru. Those are some good pairings right there. I wish I could go into some detail about this chapter, but I can’t. There’s a lot of mindfucking going on, along with fucking in general. It was just coming to that point in time when they had to. There’s not much more than that. But where will it go from here? O the Drama! O the Suspense!

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~Subby