A Devil's Promise | By : Silverone Category: Gravitation > General Views: 3196 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Pairing/Fandom: Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation
Theme: #19. The Gymnasium or “Who likes short-shorts?”
Title: Contest
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Otherwise, Taki would be in the series a whole lot more.
Notes: On one hand, Tohma could be meaner, on the other hand, I think subjected someone to gym is about as cruel as you can get.
The company gym had been one of the best investments Tohma had ever made. Meant as part of NG Studio’s benefit package, it was supposed to be a way to make sure all his employees were as healthy as possible. But, there were also other reasons why Tohma kept it around. One of those reasons was as a punishment. Depending on the person, being pushed to the edge of their endurance was about the cruelest thing you could do to an individual.
So making someone like Taki use the gym was especially amusing to him. Taki, who was perhaps one of the laziest people on earth, save for when it came to music or trying to get back at someone. It was really amazing that the man didn’t gain any weight at all. Of course, Tohma was another such genetic marvel, but that was beside the point. This was Taki who he had seen eat half a chocolate cake in one sitting as if it were nothing.
The singer’s laziness made it easier for Tohma to justify forcing him to spend a day at the gym and not have anyone else be the wiser. The look on the singer’s face when Tohma had told him had been priceless. Taki was not the sort of person who liked to do any unnecessary sweating. Tohma knew him for the type who had avoided all sports clubs in high school and college and went to extreme measures to get out of gym.
He’d forced Taki to spend the entire day running on different treadmills, using all manner of threats whenever it looked like the singer was about to throw a hissy fit and quit. Such threats had included firing him, outing him to the media and well, scarier things that it was best not to think about.
It was fun seeing Taki sweating, angry as hell, looking like he was about to die. The younger man had managed to keep at it though for about three hours, which Tohma found admirable. Leave it to defiant stubbornness to see the singer through the day. It was already past closing hours actually, Tohma convincing the manager that he’d lock up later.
Now that they were alone, Tohma didn’t feel any fear about casting a more lustful gaze on Taki. The singer had been running on the treadmill for so long that even Tohma had lost count and by now he had worked up quite a sweat, which was messing with Tohma’s mind in a way that wasn‘t going to be good for his sanity if left unattended. “I think you’ve had enough, you can stop now.”
Taki slowed down, eyeing him warily, but got off after a few minutes and rested against the nearby wall. “You’re… A… heartless… bastard.” He managed to get out between breaths, while trying to give Tohma the evil eye, which wasn’t terribly effective, considering the singer’s condition. Red-faced, out of breath, sweaty and obviously too tired to put up a fight.
“I was just concerned about your health, Aizawa-san. As your employer, it’s my duty to make sure you are in tip-top shape so that you don’t disappoint your fans by missing out on any concerts.” Tohma said it in as saccharine a tone as possible, smiling just as sweetly. Seeing Taki’s ‘give me a break’ look, he laughed a little. “Hit the showers, Aizawa-san.”
Taki frowned at him, and then headed towards the locker room, mumbling something about dirty old perverts and how they all deserved to die. Tohma followed him, humming an old Nittle Grasper tune to himself. The moment they were both in the locker room though, Tohma disappeared from sight. Not really caring, Taki began to undress, knowing that Tohma would show up at the weirdest moment possible.
And true to form, the moment Taki was done undressing, he found himself being slammed into the lockers, face first. Tohma was much stronger than he lead you to believe, though the singer liked to think he could have over powered him if he ever had to. The keyboardist was undressed as well and Taki could feel the keyboardist’s hot breath ghosting across his neck, which was already damp from sweat.
Fingers began to slide between his legs, stroking at his thighs, alternating between soft feathery touches and a grip almost strong enough to bruise. He could feel Tohma’s erection pressing up against his back, rubbing in slow circles. Once he had Taki sufficiently hot and bothered the keyboardist stopped for a moment, moving away. Taki could hear the sound of a container being opened and after a couple of minutes, felt a finger being slid inside him, cold with a greasy substance.
The fingers continued moving inside him, Tohma’s other hand now firmly on Taki’s erection, bringing it up. “You know, I could be rougher with you if I wanted to be.” Tohma whispered into his ear. “I can be meaner, crueler, much more sadistic than your tiny brain could possibly imagine. I wouldn’t feel any scruples about it, because I know you can take it. No matter how much you whine and complain, I know you are not nearly as sensitive as you act.”
“Your point?” It was difficult to have any sort of intelligent conversation when you were being pawed at, but Taki always tried his best, so that Tohma wouldn’t think he was a doormat.
“The fact that I am doing you such a kindness by not being as violent with you as possible should inspire a more gracious attitude.”
Taki snorted at the implied threat and promptly ignored it. “I was never good at being gracious.”
“One of your more annoying flaws, I know.” Tohma removed his hands and fingers, causing Taki to grimace at the lack of contact. Then Tohma pushed inside him, causing Taki to cry out and clench his hands into fists. It wasn’t that it hurt or anything, more like it always shocked him and took him off guard, because Tohma never gave any warning before he entered Taki.
The conversation now effectively over for the moment, Tohma began to pound into him roughly, hands tightly gripping hips, pulling out, pushing in, not giving either of them any time to think about anything. Thinking would have ruined it, would have made them both lose it or question why they were even doing this, which wouldn’t have been pleasant.
After spilling inside him, Tohma than got to work at Taki’s cock, making sure he got off. Despite the way Tohma acted, the keyboardist didn’t like it when Taki didn’t get off. It was an ego thing apparently, but it insured that Taki wasn’t being left hot, heavy and bothered at least. It didn’t take long for Tohma’s skilled fingers to make him come, causing Taki to cry out in pleasure despite himself.
“Messy as always.” Tohma was smug as he pulled away and walked off. “Come on, we need to shower off before we leave.” After just a few minutes, Taki followed him, once again grumbling to himself about annoying perverts. “Stop complaining, it’s just common sense.” Tohma had already reached the showers and had the water started, filling the room with steam. Taki was about to turn on a different showerhead when Tohma pulled him away from it. “We are going to share. It’ll conserve more water.”
“You’re cheap.” He stated, annoyed that that he couldn’t break off the physical intimacy yet. Tohma was ignoring him now, focused on cleaning himself up. As he watched him, Taki supposed that under different circumstances, he might have enjoyed it more, if the person had been Tohma.
The moment Tohma got done, he pulled Taki under the shower and began to wash his back. “I bet this is the hardest you’ve ever worked in your life, seeing how you can be so exceptionally lazy.”
“I’m not lazy. I work when I want to. It’s easy for someone like you to call people lazy when you don’t have to work as hard.” He would have pushed Tohma away, just to look less lazy, except he was tired and this felt so good. Besides, Tohma liked being in control like this, so it was best not to deny him.
“What do you mean by that?” Tohma’s fingers continued to massage his back, causing Taki to sigh contently.
“You have other people to work hard for you and do all the menial tasks, so you have more energy to devote to all your other work So of course it‘s going to look like other people don‘t work as hard.” Tohma’s hands left his back and swept over his chest, soaping it up, then rinsing it off.
“Why is it that everyone thinks I have a bevy of servants?” The hands were now at his nether regions, but their intent wasn’t to arouse this time, so Taki didn’t bat an eye.
“Because you do. You have minions all over the place.”
Tohma did a quick job of his legs and arms, then grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured some of it into Taki‘s hair. He slowly began to work his fingers into his scalp. “Name one.”
“That Sakano guy.” Taki’s body may have been aching all over, but this was heavenly right now, even if his masseuse was evil incarnate.
“Sakano’s a producer for one of my bands.” Taki knew what band it was, but decided that now was not the time to get angry about it. He had to try and win his point here.
“But he used to be your personal assistant.”
“You just say these things because you’re jealous.” Tohma’s hands dug into his scalp a little now, causing Taki to flinch..
“People accuse their critics of jealousy in order to ignore any opinion drastically different from their own.”
“Oh, so you were talking about yourself instead of me.” Tohma grinned as he rinsed the suds from Taki’s hair.
Taki got an annoyed look on his face now and pulled away the moment Tohma was done. “Stop turning things around you, jerk.”
“I am not being a jerk, you child.” Tohma turned the water at that moment and grabbed the towels that were nearby. He draped one on Taki’s head and proceeded to dry himself off with the other one. Not wishing to argue anymore, Taki did the same, planning on revenge later on. Much later on, once he figured out how to keep Tohma from getting back at him.
“So, you’re done punishing me?” The moment Tohma was done he headed away, towel draped over his shoulder, to where ever it was he had stashed his clothing.
“As long as you don’t disobey me again, then yes, you won’t be punished that severely ever again.” Taki threw the towel down the moment he was done and went to his locker, pulling out his street clothes.
“That doesn’t sound very comforting.” The singer sighed to himself as he pulled on a clean pair of boxers and jeans.
Tohma‘s voice echoed in response. “You plan on being troublesome again?”
Taki shook his head even though Tohma couldn‘t see it, before pulling his shirt on. “No, but you have a really odd definition of what it means to be troublesome.”
“Why is it odd? I deserve to be obeyed. Especially by the likes of you.” The voice had a threatening, commanding tone to it.
Pulling on his shoes, Taki decided that there was no point in continuing the conversation. “Whatever. Talking to you is like talking to a brick wall.”
“I hope you mean something flattering when you say that.” Tohma said as he stepped into view, dressed in another one of his impeccably put together suits.
“It means whatever you want it to.” Taki shrugged as he stuffed his gym clothes into a duffle bag. Tohma was Tohma and there was no point in fighting it.
“Then for your sake, it wasn’t an insult.” The keyboardist smiled cutely and Taki resisted the urge to ask who Tohma thought he was impressing, acting like that.
“I guess not.”
“If I thought you were taking cheap shots at me, I might have to make you work off more of that insolence.” Taki made a face but said nothing. He refused to be put back up on a treadmill anytime soon.
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