Transaction

Disclaimer: Bleh.

Author’s Notes: I plan on sleeping tonight since I took a seven hour nap this afternoon. I need to get back on track. Also, I wasn’t able to finish breaking up the story into chapters. But I’m still set with completely done and edited chapters for a while to come, so I’m not in a rush, it would just be nice to have it done, y’know?

Anyways, enjoy!
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Transaction

Chapter Thirty-Three
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Taki was dressed again, but his body was still aching from Tohma's abuse. But it had been such good abuse, and despite himself, he wanted more of it. In the course of five minutes, though, it had become a secret want.

Tohma was treating him like nothing had happened. It was really beginning to piss him off.

It wasn't the first time, he knew that. When he'd started with NG again, Tohma was treating him like nothing had happened years before. But this was different! It had to be different. The first time it had been something they'd had to keep quiet, and he knew that this had the same potential, but they were still alone! They were locked inside a room with each other, and Tohma had snapped back into being a boss before he was even finished getting dressed.

It was making Taki sick.

"Scotch, Taki?" Tohma offered, looking over his shoulder at the other man. He was going back to refresh his drink as well.

What else was he to do but act nonchalant? They had both gotten aroused by two young men, they had both used each other to relieve themselves of the problem. There was nothing more, nothing less to it than that.

In Tohma's world, things had to be cut and dry, black and white. No grey matter. If there was, it lead to chaos and disorder in the world. That's why feelings shouldn't get in the way of things. They made the grey that ran the chaotic world outside of his.

They were insane.

He set his glass down and poured out more rum, then poured out scotch for Taki. He walked over to the other man and handed him the glass with a smile.

"I think those two have worked it out, don't you?" he asked amiably. Two nods. Yes, he wanted scotch. Yes, he thought they'd worked it out.

No, he wasn't going to say it.

Taki's arms were crossed protectively over his chest, an unconscious gesture that he didn't notice. His eyes were fixed on the screens in front of him, though he wasn't taking any of it in.

All of his thoughts, unfortunately enough, were on the man who was somewhere behind him. He didn't want to turn and look.

What was he now, something to be used and thrown away? He knew that it had been spur of the moment, that really, it had been sex for sex’s sake, but there was something in him that wanted more then that. He hated that something. Hated it a lot, hated it more then he was supposed to hate Tohma, but even with all that hate, he couldn't make it go away.

"Would you like to sit down, Taki?" Tohma asked the stoic faced man.

He wasn't saying much, perhaps he'd been a little too rough. If his assumptions had been right about Taki not having any sex in a while, then of course, he must be hurting. It would be rude of him as a host not to offer any comforts he had available for his guest.

Though, surely the other man had to speak soon. For some reason, the silence was putting him on a bit of an edge. Odd. Should he apologize for being too rough, maybe? Or maybe Taki was always like this afterwards. Why was it any bother to him, anyway?

A shrug, to say he was fine. Taki glanced behind him, locating Tohma without any difficulty on his part. How could there be? There were only the two of them in the room.

Like he could possibly forget.

He wasn't thinking about how staying upright after something so absolutely carnal could effect his joints, or the pain that was a deep set throb through his entire body. He just didn't care, and that was it.

The only thing he found himself caring about was the way Tohma was treating him. He didn't like it, but he wouldn't make that a solid hate by putting it into words. He wouldn't do it. Taki would rather stay silent for the rest of his life then submit himself to something so completely embarrassing.

As if having sex on his boss's desk wasn't enough anyway.

"Taki, is there something wrong?" Tohma asked, authority tingeing his voice. It was starting to aggravate him, this silence. He was acting like a stubborn child refusing to speak to his parents. "I'd like it more if you spoke to me instead of shrugging and nodding. Please."

The blonde shouldn't have cared so much. But he did, and it only fueled the agitation. It wasn't as though he could take back what had happened if Taki regretted it. He certainly didn't. It had been one of the best encounters he'd had in a long while.

"If you won't speak causally, Aizawa-san, then let's talk business," Tohma said, smile still there, but eyes hard. "Now, about their relationship, if we can call it as much, what would you like to do about it? Would you rather keep it out of the public's eye, or let them flaunt it freely?"

Turning his head back toward the monitors, Taki shrugged again. From personal to business, without a break in between. It made him sigh. "It's up to them. They'll either flaunt it, or keep it quiet. It's easier to let them decide."

Because how would they explain how they knew of the relationship? As far as Kenji and Haido knew, they were alone in the room, with no one there to witness the things that had passed between them.

Taki was not about to admit that he had watched, had seen. If he couldn't tell Tohma what was 'wrong' ('wrong' didn't seem like a heavy enough word), he was certainly not going to admit to voyeurism.

"If that's how you'd like to have it then," Tohma said, sipping his drink. He walked over to his desk, taking out a few assorted cleaning items. The itch to clean his desk had started. It needed to be done.

He set his glass in an untouched corner of it and took up a bottle of wood cleaner and a soft towel. He sprayed once in a straight line across the bottom at the edge, let it sit for five seconds, and wiped it up in a small circles. He continued this all the way up the entire desk.

"Aizawa-san, where is Takashi-san?" he asked without looking up. He now had a spray bottle in hand. Another cleaner. He repeated his routine.

Business. He was so, so sick of business. Taki shrugged again, keeping in a wince of pain as he moved away from the desk. He didn't want to be close to Tohma's obsessive cleaning. He didn't want to watch the last remnants of them wiped away.

He didn't want to care about 'them.' Dammit, there was no them to care about!

Shoving his hands back into his pockets, Taki wandered away. Away from Tohma, and the desk, and the monitors that seemed to mock him with their separate images. This was disgusting. He was disgusting. How could he have let himself become this?

How could he have let himself become this because of Tohma? How could Tohma possibly effect him so much?

Tohma folded the used towel, placing it away and took up another one and placidly started wiping over the shining smudge free surface. He felt much better now. The desk was clean, order was again in place, and now all he needed was his answer.

"Aizawa-san," he said, folding the towel and putting it away. He put away the cleaning items. "Aizawa-san."

"Taki," he said sharply, frown marring his features. "Do not ignore me. I will not accept it."

Tohma thought that Taki had a lot of nerve to walk away and actually ignore him.

Taki couldn't keep the surprise off his face as he turned, facing Tohma again. Tohma was practically snapping at him. He hadn't heard that tone in years, and it was almost amazing.

Almost. If nothing else, it reminded him of what a bastard Tohma could be.

"Then say something that's worth listening to." He all but snarled, already put on edge by his own thoughts and Tohma's actions. The last thing he wanted was to be told to listen when there was nothing coming out of Tohma's mouth that he cared about.

All it was doing was pissing him off.

Tohma cocked a thin, blonde eyebrow at the dark haired man. The temper still had not left, and still it had a way of getting under his skin.

"Something worth listening to?" Tohma asked, almost surprised. "Well, how about this then: I am your boss. You answer to me, not the other way around. All these years pass Taki, and still, you've learned nothing. In my hands I hold your very existence while you are here. I own your job. I own your band. I own your life. I. Own. You."

He slipped his hands into his pockets and smiled pleasantly.

"Is that worth listening to, Aizawa-san?"

Already narrow eyes narrowed further, and Taki had to pull his hands out of his pockets for fear of ripping his pants. They were fisted at his sides, body tense and nuckles white.

"You don't own anything but a company." He ground out, gritting his teeth. "And I want none of it. You can keep the band, and find a new manager. I will not stay here and let you believe that you can run my life simply because you're my employer."

Alright, save for the ground out words and fists, Taki thought he was doing rather well. He hadn't shouted, hit anything, broken Tohma's face, or given away information that he didn't want to.

Yeah. He was kind of proud of himself.

Tohma chuckled, absolutely amused by Taki's words. This was certainly turning out more fun than he'd ever thought it would be. It was game to him. How to move the pawns where. Taki was the worst player he'd ever had.

"I own you, Taki," Tohma said again. "You are mine by contract. You can only leave if I wish you gone. You can say you quit, but I do not have to respect that wish at all."

He went over to the file cabinet and rummaged around. He tossed a thick pile of papers on the desk. From its recent cleaning, they slid a little ways, but did not fall.

"Read your contract. I own you."

Before signing, Taki had had every right to request changes in the contract. He no longer had the right to anything.

It was the chuckle that did it. That damned laugh. Taki knew he was going to yell before he opened his mouth, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. "Then change the fucking contract!"

He wasn't going to stay. He would leave and never come back if he had to, but he would not stay and let Tohma look down on him. He'd been used, he knew that. He'd used Tohma, but there was still that part of him that didn't want to admit it. Didn't want to believe that he could have been used.

It was that part of him that made him feel cheap. Bought and no longer wanted.

Tohma's declaration of ownership didn't help. Treating him like nothing but business didn't help. Taki knew he wasn't helping either, but he had no more control over his temper then he had control over Tohma's words.

"Fine," Tohma agreed simply and picked up the phone on his desk, dialing. "Yes. Have someone come up to my office right away, please. No, nothing like that, I just need someone to unlock the door." He laughed pleasantly. "Well, I'm not sure how to explain it. Yes? Oh, of course. Mm, no. No, not that. Alright then. Thank you. What? Oh, no, as soon as possible, please."

He replaced the phone gently and sat on the edge of his desk, taking up his drink again and smiling at Taki.

"You will be out of here shortly, I will revise the contract, we will meet again soon, Aizawa-san," he said pleasantly as the door unlocked and he took a sip of his drink. "Until then, have a wonderful day."

The revision would be amusing.

There was no time for debate, no time to think. Taki didn't even bow, just turned and crossed the room. He jerked open the door and stormed out, past the secretary who had used the spare set of keys to unlock the door.

He didn't care anymore. He was as good as gone, ignoring the pain that flared to an almost blinding height. He didn't care that he was limping, he didn't care that he'd walked past the studio. He would walk all the way back to his fucking apartment if he had to.

But no matter what, with or without his jacket, he was leaving this goddamn building.
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Author’s Notes: Dun dun duuuuuun! What’s going to happen?! WHO KNOWS?! I know! And so does Kel! The next chapter will finally show why we named it ‘Transaction’. It’s just fun. YAY FUN!

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~Subby