Transaction

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Author’s Notes: Kel and I have been passing each other online, so still nothing on the A/N front. Not much to say on this chapter. But I’m sure Silverone will love it. All the unsaid drama. ^.^

Enjoy!
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Transaction

Chapter Thirty-One
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It took everything Taki had to keep himself from crying out at every thrust. As it was, he was making sharp sounds so loud that they could almost pass for cries, but he was determined not to label them as such.

Tohma was snapping his hips into him with every push, and if Taki hadn't been holding onto the desk, he would have been pushed off of it by now. The brutal pace hurt, but it only made his moans louder, more frequent. Every breath he took was lost in another sound, his hips meeting Tohma's with more force every time their skin touched.

They were so close together. This would have been a moment of utmost intimacy if they hadn't been who they were, doing what they were doing for release only. Taki kept his eyes open only to watch Tohma's, the way the green seemed to shift into something completely alive every time they moved.

Finally, he moved his hands. One let go of the desk, pressing against Tohma's back, which was hot and damp with sweat. It was impossible that they could be doing this, that it could be this good, and that he hadn't broken yet. But there they were, and Taki was sure he would feel broken tomorrow.

Tohma had always loved the flexibility this position called for. Well, not so much that, than the endurance it took. When he was being topped (a rare thing, but it did happen), he liked it this way. He loved feeling his muscles stretch and burn, being filled up deep, how tight and compacted it was with the other person only inches from your face.

The blond groaned, thrusting pausing for just a moment so he would grip Taki's shoulders tightly. Holding the other man, he was able to pick up the pace to an almost brutal force as he thrust, keeping his eyes locked with Taki's.

The air was thick and hard to breathe, but it wasn't important. Neither was the aching frustration settling in his joints as he thrust. Nothing seemed to matter but finding that simple completion within Taki.

How long had it been since they'd blinked, looked away from each other? Taki couldn't remember, but he didn't want to as the pace shifted into something that would certainly leave him bruised in the morning. He didn't care, crying out as Tohma slammed into him again and again, the aching erection pinned between them only growing worse as they carried on.

It hurt, more then Taki could begin to describe. His senses were on overload, the air felt too thick to breath. It was like trying to breathe in fire. Painful and burning as it went down his abused throat.

It had been so, so long, and Tohma was exceeding his expectations. Every gay man had to like a bit of pain, but Taki was an exception when it came to how much he would willingly take.

The blond's breathing became erratic as he slowly felt his control slip away inch by inch. His hips tried to stay steady, but he couldn't control their movement anymore than he could control the sun. One hand left a shoulder, awkwardly reaching between their bodies to stroke Taki towards his release, as Tohma was on the way to his own. The other slipped behind his neck, pulling their faces together in a deep, frantic kiss that only broke when his body froze and Tohma moaned loudly, the one hand gripping Taki's hair tightly.

Every muscle tightened and locked as wave after wave of pleasure ran through him in a resonating vibration of absolute pleasure he'd missed for sometime now. When it started dying down, he moved his hips again, making sure to milk it out to the very last.

Between the kiss and the hand, Taki didn't know what to do. He was shaking with effort now, trying to keep himself back even though it hurt, a deep, aching pressure in his stomach. Then the kiss was broken, and Tohma was at his end.

Taki couldn't get enough breath to make any noise, and could only watch as Tohma's body spasmed. It didn't take much, just that extra shift, and Taki's back arched as much as it could with so much pressure holding him back. His eyes shut at long last, his lips parted in a silent cry, and he hit his release hard.

It felt as if it lasted forever, and when he came down from the high, he opened his eyes to meet green again. He was breathing heavily, each breath burning in his chest. He didn't want to move, and didn't want Tohma to move. Moving meant breaking the moment that seemed so soft, warm and sated, and content. He didn't want that to go away.

Taki spasmed and contracted around him, making Tohma gasp. He kept his eyes open, watching the other man under him come. It was a beautiful sight in his eyes. The lips open in silent pleasure, though unheard, Tohma could hear Taki's cry very well.

The mess left between their bodies was warm and rapidly cooling, and Tohma (germophobe extraordinaire) didn't seem to mind. He didn't want to move. He was tired and happy and satiated. Everything in his body said 'move and die'. Tohma was never one to argue.

He sighed quietly, more to himself than anything else, and looked at Taki with a sudden clarity. Yes, before he had been a lover in a heat of the moment, but what was he now besides a business associate? As he thought, he rocked his hips gently, releasing Taki's now softening member, wrist aching slightly from the position. Once Tohma slipped out easily from the other man's body, he stood up straight, untangling himself from Taki's body as if it had been an everyday ritual.

Taki groaned softly as Tohma released him, a sharp contrast in comparison to the loud sounds that had been leaving him before. He ached already, a dull throb in the back of his mind that he ignored as he unfolded himself and put both feet on the ground.

Unsteady. Was the ground moving? No... he held onto the desk as his feet took his weight, a precaution if nothing else. His shirt fluttered to the floor, and Taki looked at it with eyes he couldn't get to narrow.

He was entirely too worn out to care. His skin was just returning to a normal temperature, down from its fevered state. He was sure he wasn't thinking clearly, because he didn't seem to be having serious thoughts about anything besides Tohma.

That had to be a sure sign for madness.

Tohma was digging through a desk drawer, pulling out tissues cleaning himself up. He wiped over his chest and dabbed at a small stain on his pants. Wiping his hands clean, he put himself back in order, buttoning up his shirt and tucking it in. Replacing his jacket and gloves he finally looked over at Taki.

"Well, feel free to clean up," the blonde said nodding over at the tissues he had use. Plenty more where those had come from. A neat freak usually had them on hand, no?

He cleared his throat and went over to his little bar to pour himself another drink. After that, Tohma went over to the monitors and looked in on Haido and Kenji. Mm, seemed as though they were getting along just fine.

"How long do you think we'll be in here?" he asked placidly, acting as though nothing like what had happened moments before had happened.

He could call out, but that thought just didn't seem to... be as exciting.

There was something about the question and the offer that just rubbed Taki the wrong way. He shrugged in answer, leaning over without moving his feet to pull out more tissues. Cleaning himself off in silence, he winced as he bent to pick up his pants.

Not even tomorrow yet and he already felt broken.
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Author’s Notes: I love them. I love how they irritate the shit out of each other right away. Mmm. It’s a good thing. It’s awesome.

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