Transaction

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Author’s Notes: Good morning one and all! A little bit of a rush this morning. I've got things and thing to do before the family comes back from Vegas. But first and foremost is finishing up my TA application, but to do that I have to go to my old high school and talk with a teacher to get a reference since she ran an acting program for kids that I helped her teach two summers in a row.

After that it's cleaning the house, my room, doing laundry, dishes, ect. It's going to be a busy day. If I don't make the update for tonight, apologies. I'll get it in ASAP tomorrow morning in between more job hunting.

Anyways, we've had some recent developments in the story! I love it. Ah, but now, let's take a step back from the drama and peek in on what was supposed to be our main couple.

Enjoy!
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Transaction

Chapter Forty
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Taki was organizing papers. It wasn't his favorite activity, no, it never had been, but he'd made a mess of the table by spreading out schedules and possible advertisements for Opium. He wasn't letting the band and their activities go on hold just because Kenji was having a fit.

They'd never get anything done.

He was humming to himself without realizing it as he stacked papers, an old ASK tune. He wasn't keeping time, but it wasn't necessary, and soon enough, he had the table organized again.

Damn. He hated cleaning.

He was still humming as he lifted his head to look at the clock, brow furrowing. Six forty five. He'd been off work for forty five minutes already. Disgusting. He was turning into the one thing he had always hated being.

It was early and Tohma really didn't feel like finishing the paperwork he had to do. True, he was doing it a little early, which meant it wouldn't be a big deal if he put it off for one day. Tohma would make time for it elsewhere. He always did.

He checked his watch. Six fifty. Hmm... he certainly didn't feel like going home to the large house with his usually cold, irate (depending on what he had forgotten to do) wife. Though, sitting at a bar alone didn't appeal to him either.

He hit the intercom.

"Yes, Seguchi-san?" the female voice came back.

"Has Aizawa-san left for the night yet?" Tohma asked, hoping he hadn't gone home for the night yet.

"No, sir. He's just cleaning up his office."

"Thank you, Aki."

He got up from his desk and shut off the lights to his office, placing his bowler on his head and slipping into his long jacket. Shutting the door behind him, he locked it and walked passed his secretary, telling her she could leave for the night.

Down the elevator to the fifth floor and down the halls. Some bands were still practicing and working. He made sure that his managers and producers did their jobs well and worked hard. But Taki's office was all the way down at the end, door shut. The blond tapped lightly before opening the door, leaning against the doorframe as smiling slightly as he heard Taki humming.

"Am I interrupting?"

The light tap had passed his attention. They almost always did. Taki didn't listen to soft noises anymore. They slipped past his ears as if they weren't there, and that was perfectly fine wit him. But, it made him jump when Tohma spoke, and the humming dropped off as he realized there was someone else in the room with him.

The slight smile was a little unnerving. Tohma's smiles were usually less genuine then that.

"No. I was just finishing." As if to demonstrate the point, he pushed the open drawer of his desk closed.

In fact, he was done. The paperwork was stacked up against the phone he didn't use, and his jacket was draped over the back of his chair. He was ready to go, either home, or to get something to eat, he didn't know.

He wasn't certain he had any food in his apartment. He'd never been much of a cook.

Tohma saw the jump and his shoulders shook slightly in a silent giggle. It was amusing that he'd been unaware of the blonde until the very last moment. For someone who always seemed to be on top of things, seeing others get caught off guard was amusing.

But Taki was finished with his work as well. Hopefully the other man didn't have any plans afterwards. Otherwise it was going to be a long, nagging filled night for him.

"Do you have anything to do afterwards, Taki?" he asked pleasantly. "If not, I was thinking that maybe we could both get something to eat."

A pleasant offer or a call on their contract?

Taki picked up his jacket and shook his head. "I didn't have anything planned, no." And that was as good as agreeing to go with Tohma, really, because if he had nothing better to do, he might as well spend time with his...

Boss?

Was Tohma technically his boss anymore? Sure, he'd be out of a job if they didn't bring Kenji back, but what were they, really? He couldn't view Tohma with a platonic eye. Not when he knew how Tohma felt pushing into him, kissing him. Not when he knew how soft those gloved hands really were.

Not a platonic relationship in the least, and certainly not work based. What were they?

The blond figured it was settled then. Everything would be fine. Just two... people, going out after work to get something to eat. They were out of work, so it wasn't as co-workers, then again, they weren't the best of friends either, so it wasn't that. They were just... people.

"Well, my limo is waiting in the parking lot, or did you have your car with you?" Tohma asked politely. Either or was fine with him, or if they met up, though he thought it simpler to share a ride.

He figured a small bar and restaurant would be good. He knew one a little ways out. Small, noisy depending on the night, usually had a live band every now and then, and the food wasn't anything to complain about.

"I have my car, but I don't want to drive." Taki put on the jacket, and instantly wished it was lighter. He felt like he couldn't move in this, but it kept him warm in the cooling weather. Even form fitting, he hated suit jackets.

He would never wear them if he could get away with it.

Patting his pocket to make sure his keys were in it, he moved toward Tohma, reaching to turn off the lights without realizing he had stopped almost nose to nose with the other man. There was no way this could be his boss.

He smiled again, amused at Taki's antics more and more. They weren't planned out, there were no ploys. Taki was just Taki. Their height difference wasn't much, but he did have to look down just slightly to make their eyes connect.

Tohma stepped aside and out of Taki's office, allowing him to turn off the light, step out and close and lock the door. The thought of kissing the other man had crossed his mind, though, they may not have left had that happened. There was something about Taki... something that made him unable to help himself, though he still felt so in control.

No need to dwell on it.

The smile made him glare, but it lacked heat. Taki didn't realize when he was about to do something stupid, not when it was around Tohma. They just happened, and he wasn't used to that. He was used to his actions having a purpose, and Tohma stripped all of that away from him.

But he felt marvelously free away from it all. He wasn't entirely certain he wanted it back.

"Where are we going to eat?" Oh, fuck, did this count as a date? It made Taki's heart quicken, and he instantly cursed himself silently for it. Why would he want a date with Tohma?

"A small bar and restaurant place. Good food, occasionally good music, and who doesn't like a few drinks?" Tohma said jokingly. He gave a small laugh and started down the hallway, back towards the elevator.

"I think you'll like it, especially if they have a live band out tonight," he said conversationally. "Would you prefer some place else?"

It was only polite since Taki should have some choice. If he didn't like places like this, then certainly he shouldn't have to go.

"No..." Taki shook his head, brushing his hair out of his eyes with an unconscious brush of his fingers. "That sounds fine." Fine, because he didn't want to stretch so far as to say it sounded great.

But he liked live bands, and he liked bars. And he certainly liked the two together.

Add Tohma into it, and Taki would be a happy boy.

Almost, anyway. Undoubtedly there was something he could find to be annoyed about.

The blond smiled and nodded, hitting the button to the elevator. He stepped in when it opened, Taki following and the door shut, taking them down to the lobby. Once out, he walked them to the back employee parking lot. Many cars were still there, the lot cluttered, but his limo stood out (it was the only one). The driver was leaning against the car smoking as he read a book. When they got there he snubbed the cigarette and held open the back door for them. He shut it after they climbed in and got in himself, starting the car.

"Jimmy's please," Tohma told the driver, then put up the tinted window that separated the large section Tohma and Taki were seated in from the drivers section.

"I think you might need to trim your hair soon," the blond comment. "I see you brushing it back more and more."

Taki blinked in surprise, catching himself a moment from pushing a strand back. His hand fell to his lap, and he shrugged with one shoulder. "I haven't had the time. There are a lot of things right now that need attention."

There was no hidden jibe, just the bare facts. He hadn't had the time, and he hadn't been paying attention to his hair. He'd been distracted, with the band the music and getting Kenji to sing.

And now?

Finding Kenji, and making sure there was still a band to schedule things for. Keiko and Haido would have to start doing individual photo shoots until they could bring Kenji back. They could pass it off as a serious.

The band first, then the singer. Saving the best for last, or something.

"Mm," Tohma said with a nod. "It's cute though."

He didn't mind the little quirk, it wasn't like something that annoyed Tohma and made him bring it to the other man's attention. It was just something he'd said without any real thought to it.

"Do you think we should get involved at all?" Tohma asked after a moment. It wouldn't be hard for Tohma to enlist a few people and have Kenji tracked down and persuaded shortly. "Is it a good idea to leave it up to the other two?"

He didn't usually doubt his choices, but he didn't know where to go with this anymore. All three were so very independent, it was far beyond his control. He didn't like it, but he had to live with it.

Cute? Cute used to be a word he hated. Taki still did, but it sounded different coming from Tohma. In his mind, he reminded himself to cancel the appointment he had for his hair in the next month. Unless... it grew too much by then. He never let the length pass his jaw. It irritated him too much.

Cute, though. Huh.

"If there's anyone who could bring Kenji back faster then himself, it's those two." Taki shook his head, looking out the window. Kenji was a singer, and he lived for it. He would come back eventually, but with the press of his bandmates, he was certain the process would only become faster.

"Well, I hope they are trying," Tohma said, masking what should've been a sigh with a lighthearted note. There was something different in his urge to keep Opium under his contract.

The limo pulled around a corner and waited in traffic to pull up along side Jimmy's. Tohma waited as the driver got out and went around, holding the door open for him and Taki. The blond climbed out with Taki behind him.

From outside the place look like more of a nightlife thing. It seemed well worn for the bar scene, and it sounded like things were just starting up. People were talking loudly to hear over one another, and instruments were tuning loudly over well used amps inside.

"It seems like we lucked out. A live band," Tohma said happily, walking up and holding the door open for Taki.

The noise and the lights and the smell wrapped around Taki in a warm embrace as he stepped into the bar. He loved the way it felt, soft. Reminiscent of a childhood home he hadn't seen in years. He didn't want to count them.

He turned to shoot a grin at Tohma. A wicked kind of grin, one that was planning. Already. Yes, he was almost back to himself. Action with a purpose.

First, though. They needed drinks.

Impulsively, he reached out and took Tohma's hand to pull him toward the bar. He wondered how fast you had to knock back scotch to get drunk off it.

Tohma had to admit, the change that occurred in Taki had been... abrupt to say the least. He'd been so conservative since they'd been together so far. Not so much like the reckless singer who wanted everything his way. No, more grown up. But seeing that grin made Tohma fully aware that Taki was still the Taki he'd always been.

A hand wrapped around his gloved one and he let himself get pulled towards the bar that Taki lead them over to. It was crowded and loud, smoke clogging the air, but Tohma helped Taki worm his way through the crowd, though he could feel the tingle of being unclean start over him. Once at the bar, Tohma made the orders for them. Taki got his scotch, Tohma on the other hand, opted for a few shots of vodka.

He didn't have to drive home, and it was always a little fun to think he was younger and could still do these things. Tohma slid the money over the smudge reflective wood of the bar and gave something as close to a grin as Tohma would ever get to Taki before throwing back one of the five shots he'd ordered.

Taki finished his scotch fast, shaking his head when the bartender gestured to ask if he wanted another. No, not another scotch. Glancing at Tohma, he snuck out a hand and stole one of the shot glasses, knocking it back before Tohma could protest.

That almost-grin sent a thrill through him, and this wouldn't be nearly as hard as he thought it would.

He was suddenly glad he couldn't hold alcohol down. Just a few seconds after a scotch and a shot, and he felt fuzzy. Ready to sway if he moved. He loved the unbalance, and pointed down at the shots to order them another five instead of the scotch.

And he'd finish every damn one, with or without Tohma's help.

Tohma just watched as Taki took one of his shots. He finished the last three in quick, slightly impressive succession, each one hitting the bar top back down with a sharp click. It numbed his mouth and burnt his throat and warm his chest, settling there before reaching his stomach and making him feel somewhere between sick and sleepy.

The blond smiled, watching as the bartender brought five more shots of vodka over to Taki, again, Tohma paid. It was worth it to see Taki suddenly get closer and closer to what he used to be. Interesting things, humans.

Tohma took one of the shots as payment for the one Taki had taken. He smiled easily as he watched Taki with the other four. Meanwhile, the band was plucking strings and making the amps thunk hollowly and click and whistles from gods knew what. Eventually, over the insanity of voices, the singer spoke up over the din, announcing who they where and what they were doing. A cover band.

Four shots down in quick succession, and the alcohol went directly to his head. Taki laughed when the band announced what songs they would be performing. A cover band! How quaint.

His hands were fishing through his jacket pockets, pulling out the important things like his keys and pushing them into his pants pockets. He knew that if he took off his coat, which he fully intended to do, he wouldn't find it when they left. He should have left it in the car, but this was almost as good.

He hated them anyway.

"Come on!" He shouted above the beginning of the first song, amplifiers making the guitar and synth loud and blaring. Perfection from a cover band. He didn't care who they were singing. "You're going to dance with me."

So what if they could both be recognized? And who cared if they were two men in Japan? Some people weren't ready to see gay men anywhere but a gay bar, but Taki thought it was about fucking time they got used to it. He was sick of sitting around, moping in the closet.

Tohma had to stop Taki's path of drunken exuberance to take off his coat and drape it over a chair somewhere. How ridiculous would he have looked, dancing in a jacket like that! Horrible style.

The blond laughed as they made it out to the floor, the other drunks stumbled out, mostly women, and started dancing in ways they certainly wouldn't've if they had been sober.

Tohma picked up the beat quickly, and started moving without thought to the music. He wasn't dressed to be out doing things like this, though, it didn't really matter. Not now anyway.

If he had been any more then an inch shorter then Tohma, the world wouldn't have been ready for Taki's wrath. As it was, it was Taki who put his hands on Tohma's hips and pulled him forward keeping their bodies close together. His hips moved against Tohma's with that deep thumping base that the synth produced in abundance.

He felt good. The vodka had done its job, and he wasn't wearing that stupid jacket anymore. He never tucked in his shirts, so it was loose, and he felt more like the old him then he had in years.

Of course, the old him wouldn't have been dancing with Seguchi Tohma, or enjoying it one bit.

Mm, but the dance had been an excellent idea. He liked the way Tohma's thin hips felt through his tucked in shirt and pants. His fingers gripped to make that alone clear.

Tohma couldn't say that he expected Taki's actions, because his face had a pure look of surprise on it when his hips were jerked forward. The alcohol had really done a number on Taki. Slowly, though, he let thought fade out as he matched the dance Taki started, hips grinding against one another.

The blond rested his arms on Taki's shoulders and looked slightly down at the other man to keep their eyes together. Oh my... such a sudden rush! Who knew that this was Taki?

Pleased with the surprise on Tohma's face, Taki let a triumphant smile cross his lips as Tohma started to dance with him in earnest. Oooh, this was good. So, so good.

He didn't like to think when he danced. Thinking made him stumble. Thinking took away the buzz that was numbing his mind to the stares that had gathered from the sober beings around them. He didn't care, not a bit, because he was very, very into the grind that Tohma had started between their hips.

Someone had told him dancing was like sex. He'd objected because dancing required clothes.

Now he understood, and he had to force himself to keep from snaking a hand up to the back of Tohma's neck. He wanted a kiss, right in the middle of the dance floor, right in front of the cover band that was blasting out something vaguely familiar to him. But even he knew that a kiss would turn into something else, and that was simply too much for the public to handle.

Fucking public.

And it was so hard to resist with those wide, heated eyes staring at him.

Alcohol took a longer time to affect Tohma. He couldn't say what it was since it always depended on the persons biology, but it was working through him slowly. Sometimes it was a bad thing. It would occasionally make him feel sick, especially since he did drink more than he should to begin with. But when it acted well, it gave him a lightheaded fuzzy feeling. It felt like everything he was doing was in a weighted fog, his motions feeling slower than what they were, words he'd just spoken lost from his memory already.

Taki seemed exhilarated by the alcohol, the dancing, the music. He wondered slowly if maybe he'd had too much to drink. Well, so long as there was no really mess to clean up, Tohma figured everything would be manageable.

The dance they had started seemed to be getting a little sloppily out of hand, but it didn't seem to be bothering the two of them. Tohma didn't mind and Taki was certainly enjoying himself. The look in the other man's eye was something quite devilsh.

The blond leaned in to Taki's ear so he could speak clearly.

"I think we may have upset a few customers," Tohma said with a laugh. He noticed a few of them walking out the door.

"They should just be happy we're behaving." Taki laughed, amused with the entire situation. How many people would leave if he dragged Tohma's mouth down to his? How many people would stop to watch?

Taki wanted to try and find out, but the rational, sober part of his mind told him not to. Intoxication argued with sobriety, and Taki was left with the feeling of Tohma's body under his hands and their hips moving in time.

Behaving, indeed.

He felt loose limbed, impulsive. He was slipping his hand up to Tohma's neck, fingers curling even as he argued against himself. A-a-ah... Public. Imagine the press!

But... Kiss. He wanted a kiss. He wanted a kiss with Tohma while they were still weighed down with vodka, while their hips were moving and they didn't think about consequences.

Tohma realized Taki's intent and half of him wanted to go with it, but the other half was against it strongly. He still had to worry about press, seeing as he was married and still famous (though through other bands these days). He wasn't exactly smothered with press, though the paranoia with such things wasn't easy to get rid of.

"Taki... maybe we should move this somewhere else?" he asked before they could kiss. The limo would still be waiting, and he had an empty penthouse where they could enjoy a leisurely night.

The sober part of him won, and Taki nodded. His hand dropped away from Tohma's neck, and he took a small step back, barely enough to put distance between them. He didn't feel bad for the dance, not at all.

He'd quite enjoyed it.

And, they got to go somewhere else. Ooo, but which somewhere else? Taki's mouth was dry, and he didn't know if it was the alcohol or not. "My apartment's not far from here."

It wasn't, right in the thick of the city, instead of tucked away in the suburbias.

"Then we'll go to your place," Tohma said, letting his hands run down Taki's arms, squeezing his hands before letting go.

He was now quite interested in where Taki lived, how he lived, what his place looked like. It was almost exciting to think about, though not in the way he would've thought years back when they had been out for blood.

Tohma linked their hands together, pulling Taki along out of the place, forgetting to grab his jacket in his own slight rush to get Taki out of the public's eye.

See? A method to his madness. Taki didn't care about what was in his jacket because none of it was in his jacket anymore, and he was more than willing to let Tohma pull him out of the bar, a little more loose limbed and flighty then he had been when he had entered it.

Mm, vodka.

Outside, the limo was in sight, driver not leaning against the door and smoking, but inside and reading. Taki was glad, because it meant less time to worry about.

Before the driver had looked up enough to get out, Taki was opening the door and gesturing for Tohma to get in. He just wasn't patient enough to wait for the driver to mark his page.

Tohma just did as was motioned, slipping into the limo easily. The driver looked into the back seat, he'd lowered the visor when they had left. He left giving the directions to Taki, seeing as Tohma didn't know where he lived.

The blond looked at Taki, motioning for him to get in as well, loving the slow haze of the alcohol, though it had turned Taki into a madman. He wasn't complaining.

Giving the driver his address with a surprisingly clear voice, Taki pulled the door shut behind himself. He had always been a clear eyed, well spoken drunk. All of the alcohol went into the way he moved, and the way he thought. It made him reckless, made him walk fast and gesture with his hands more then he ever did.

It was a blissful sort of ignorance. He loved it.

The visor was rising again, and the limo began to move. Taki settled back into the seat, glancing at Tohma with his old smile on his face. The one that said he was thinking of doing something he shouldn't, and knowing full well it could get him into trouble.

It was the one that said he didn't care.

Tohma had been watching Taki while he addressed the driver, as he settled back and as he made eye contact. He had to admit that Taki was an attractive man, dark eyes and hair, slim features and build. Actually, his frame was very slender, almost feminine, without his jacket.

He just looked... adorable to Tohma. Young and flushed in the face with drink. Tohma leaned in and pressed their lips together, one hand coming up to cup Taki's face. He tasted like vodka and something else that was just unique to the other man.

There was no resistance at all as Taki gave up his mouth, welcoming the kiss as if he'd been planning it all along. He didn't let himself stay pressed into the back of the seat, though, leaning forward into the kiss and pressing Tohma back.

Alcohol always made him more demanding. It used to get him in trouble, but not now.

This was the kiss he'd been waiting for since they had pressed together on the dance floor, and he was fully intent on rebuilding that heat. His knees hit the seat on either side of Tohma's legs, hands going behind Tohma's head to grip at the seatbelts they never used.

The force Taki used had surprised him, and in his shock, Tohma let himself get pushed back into the seat as Taki leaned foward. He opened his mouth to Taki and parted the other man's lips with his tongue.

The taste was the same as before, now ten times stronger. He was feeling more intoxicated by Taki than the drinks earlier. His arms wrapped around Taki's shoulders and neck, one hand hooking onto his other wrist, pulling Taki in further.

He wondered how long the ride would actually be, and for once, prayed for a bit of traffic.

Making a low noise that was muffled in the kiss, Taki let Tohma pull him forward, pressing forward until his knees hit the back of the seats. His eyes were shut, because keeping them open seemed like a crime, and he didn't feel like being pulled over and arrested for doing something that was so against the law.

He didn't want to stop kissing Tohma.

For a panicked second, he was convinced that when the car slowed, they had reached his apartment. He let out a frustrated groan, but then they were moving again, and he realized with a brief flash of embarrassment that it had only been a stoplight.

He returned to the kiss with more fervor then before, tilting his head to make the kiss as deep as it could be, taste as much of Tohma as he possibly could while they were moving.

Tohma couldn't help but enjoy the force Taki was using against him. It was one of those certain things about him. He was always so in control of everything around him, that finally having someone take the control into their own hands was enticing.

He let his hands slip down Taki's front, fingers easily pushing open the buttons on his shirt open. Tohma nearly had the shirt almost open before his hands were already smoothing over the other man's chest.

It was going to be a long night. Probably longer if this continued any further in the car. It wouldn't stop him, but he was sure it'd be a little uncomfortable.

Taki broke the kiss, against his own protests. Tohma's hands were hot against his skin, and it made him gasp, struggle for breath. He was still so sensitive, but he loved the way it felt, loved the way it made him feel.

His face found Tohma's neck, and he pressed half formed kisses and bites to the skin that was exposed there. One of his hands slid down, the one that Tohma wasn't holding hostage to keep him close, fisting in the material of Tohma's shirt as if he were toying with the idea of just ripping it open.

Apartment, he reminded himself. In the apartment, when they had time and virtually unlimited privacy. Then he could unbutton the shirt and touch what was there waiting for him.

Tohma's heart was racing as he turned his to the side to let Taki have free reign with his neck. He felt Taki's hand fist into his shirt, and he too thought of the other man tearing it open. He wanted him to do it too.

Force was certainly a quirk Tohma enjoyed greatly.

He was breathing hard and a soft moan passed his lips. Tohma couldn't wait for the limo to finally stop so they could continue this in a better setting.

That moan alone sent a thrill through Taki, and he opened his eyes as the limo stopped. He forced himself to pull back, panting for a breath he didn't care about as he buttoned not all of the buttons on his shirt, but the important ones. The ones that could keep it closed.

Like he gave a damn if the driver knew what they'd been doing or not He'd left enough red marks on Tohma's neck to expose it if not his shirt. The marks would fade in a few hours, though, and he knew that when he saw Tohma next, the marks would be gone.

It made him sad. He wondered if he would have the time to give Tohma a mark that would really last.

It made his stomach tighten as he slipped off of Tohma's lap, listening to the sound of the driver coming to open their door. And, just like getting in, it was Tohma who was closest ot the door and had to go first.

At least there wasn't much damage to himself that Tohma had to worry about. He sat up and removed the now slightly crumpled bowler to quickly smooth out his blonde hair as the door opened. He smoothed his front, a large grouping of wrinkles where Taki had fisted his shirt unable to be wiped away, and stepped out of the limo.

He looked back to the vehicle for Taki to exit. When he did, he told the driver to go home for the night, but be at work tomorrow as usual. With a nod, he climbed back into the car and drove off, done with his shift.

If necessary, Tohma would call a taxi. If necessary.

Tohma looked gloriously rumpled with the wrinkles still in his shirt and no hat. Taki just barely kept himself from grabbing Tohma's hand, instead stepping past him to walk into the building that held his only recently cleaned apartment. Taki was not a fan of cleaning, but he had to clean it at least once a month or fear the wrath of his landlord.

That man was such a little bitch.

He dug out his keys with hands that did not want to be touching keys, unlocking the door and pushing it open. He moved far enough inside that Tohma could step in and shut the door, already pushing off his shoes without untying them.

He didn't care that much. He would deal with it in the morning.

Taki was still going full force as he breezed by. Tohma followed, smiling in a dazed manner behind Taki. He waited and stepped in to the apartment after its owner and took the time to stoop down and unlace his shoes and slip them off, shutting the door before he did so.

Placing them to the side near Taki's he looked around. It was your typical bachelor pad if you asked Tohma. It was something bizarrely exciting, as if he were reliving his own short lived bachelor days, going to another man's apartment and spending a reckless night.

Not turning the light on, Taki reached out through the half dark and grabbed Tohma's shirt again. An impatient man by nurture, he pushed himself up and pressed his mouth to Tohma's in a hard kiss. He had no reason to wait now, no reason at all.

They were in his apartment, and the door was closed. What it looked like didn't matter. Wasting time was against his laws, now that they couldn't be pulled over.

And tonight, it was his laws that mattered.

He dawdled for a moment, playing with the buttons on Tohma's shirt and unbuttoning a few, before giving into the temptation he'd had in the car and simply ripping the thing apart. It came off Tohma easily, almost too easily, and buttons scattered and snapped against the door with hard clicks.

He was taken again by Taki in such a manner that made him feel weak-kneed. Tohma loved the suffocating feeling of Taki pressing in on him, their mouths hard against each other. Again he parted his lips under Taki's, letting him take the control he obviously wanted.

If one thought about it, it would always be hard to tell who would've been more dominant in a situation like this. While Taki's outer persona was that of someone being on top in appearance and attitude, Tohma had more of a physical advantage, though a more docile attitude. When it came time for the act itself, Tohma's more basic attitude came out, as did Taki's true nature it seemed, except when he was drunk.

He felt Taki's hands roaming his chest again, playing with the buttons. He felt a little down that the slim chance of the other man fully tearing his shirt... but then Tohma heard, and felt, Taki rip away the thin, light material of his shirt. He loved it, wrapping his fingers around Taki's hips and pulling their bodies close.

One of his arms went up, hooking around Tohma's neck, elbow in the air, Taki was more then willing to press up against the other man, feeling the heat of his naked chest through the thin material of his shirt. It was so close to being unbuttoned. Just a few and it would all but come off.

He took advantage of Tohma's open mouth and thrust his tongue inside, hating the height difference between them. Dammit! One inch shouldn't have made such a difference, but it kept them from aligning properly while they stood, stopped Taki from getting the leverage he needed for the kiss he wanted.

Pulling away, he curled his fingers in Tohma's pants, the back of his fingers pressed against a tight abdomen. He tugged, leading Tohma through the living room and down the hall, into the only room in the apartment he really used.

And that was proven by the small, organized messes that littered ledges, the chair in the corner, the basket that was threatening to tip over near the closet. But he wasn't concerned about that, putting his hands on Tohma's chest and pushing him toward the bed.

Tohma groaned into the kiss, heat pressing against every part of him. He didn't feel like he could breathe. Taki was invading him from every angle, and he just could get enough.

When he felt a hand at the waist of his pants, the blond wondered exactly what Taki expected to do from there. But he was pulled along, and in somehow they managed their frenzied kiss while going to Taki's bedroom. A talent indeed.

He landed back on the bed with a soft thump, arms going behind him to try and ease the fall. He looked up at Taki with a glazed expression, and what felt like a lopsided smile. The other man hadn't look more attractive than now, domineering, flushed, panting...

Tohma leaned up, fisting Taki's shirt to pull him down into another kiss, and kept leaning back, taking the other man with him, fingers working the shirt open and off.

He hadn't counted on Tohma pulling him down, but he welcomed it. He even welcomed the kiss, though he wouldn't let Tohma take control of it without some kind of contribution.

And that contribution was the pants. His fingers fumbled with the belt as Tohma unbuttoned his shirt, and he paused long enough once he had the belt open and hanging to shrug the shirt off and push it aside. He didn't have the will to pick it up and toss it; already back to what he'd been doing before.

The pants gave up with much more ease then the belt, and he was pulling them open, tugging them off Tohma's hips. He had to break the kiss to bring them down, but it was worth it, and he pressed a string of wet kisses down Tohma's thigh.

When he heard the jingle of his belt being undone, he finally realized what Taki was doing. He felt the slight pressure as he pushed open the button, then the zipper went down. Tohma lifted his hips to help the pants come down his legs, when the kiss was broken and Tohma was left torn and disoriented, watching Taki press kisses to his thighs.

Tohma watched him, dark head moving along. He groan slightly in frustration as Taki was far away and still wearing his pants. It wasn't right. It just didn't seem normal for the moment.

The groan made him look up, mouth at the crux of Tohma's hips. If he wanted to, he could tilt his head and brush his lips over the place where Tohma's leg met the rest of his body, and he knew the skin would be soft. Silky.

He nipped at it playfully, vodka making him daring.

Really, he wanted to hear Tohma ask for it. He knew this would likely be one of the only times he would ever be able to be in this position, and he planned to live it up to the fullest. He didn't want to forget a minute of it.

After all, he hadn't had that much to drink.

There was a sharp inhale when Taki did that, and then a loud exhale mingled with a soft moan. Tohma wanted the other man to stop playing with him so much. Then again, hadn't he been teasing Taki to his fullest in his office?

"Taki," he drawled quietly, but said no more than the other man's name. He didn't want to beg. He shouldn't have to beg (still slightly in the mindset that he was somehow in control).

Though, he had to admit, the other man knew how to play the game well. Tohma, though getting frustrated, was getting worked up and excited about it as well.

Tohma earned himself a light kiss to the hard length that was easily accessible to Taki, but that was all. Taki's hands slipped over Tohma's legs, smooth and feathering. He stopped at the knees, simply holding still.

He wanted to hear it. He would keep teasing Tohma until he got what he wanted.

Taki was quite content to stay between Tohma's legs, licking and biting and teasing the man to a release. He could be patient when it came to something he wanted, something he knew he would get. So, his pants hurt him like hell, and the want to give in was close, but he wanted what he wanted.

Tohma lay back fully on the bed, shutting his eyes as his hands fisted the sheets under him in annoyance. So close to having the same mouth from what felt like ages ago on him again. He remembered how it had felt the first time, he wanted it again.

But he was waiting for something. The blond knew he must be dying by now. Patience had never been a strong point for the other man. So he was waiting on something. Tohma knew what, but he didn't want to do it.

"Taki... please," he said quietly through tight lips. It was almost unintelligible.

It made a purr of pleasure leave him, and Taki slid his hands up to Tohma's hips, gripping to hold them down. Giving the tip a catty lick, Taki had to smother his grin as he took it into his mouth.

It still felt strange to be doing this after such a long absence from the practice. But, it came back to him like he had never been gone, and he brought a hand down to wrap around the base, stroking slowly as his mouth moved over the tip.

His tongue pressed against it, around. He had to shut his eyes. It was another one of those moments where he just didn't want to have them open, and soon enough, his fingers were bumping against his lips as his mouth and hand worked together in unison.

But it was still slow, still at an agonizing pace. It wasn't that easy, no. Taki wouldn't let him off the hook just like that.

That was a low thing to do to a man. Give him what he wanted only to somehow keep him from having it still! Right now, Tohma thought Taki a horrible, horrible person.

"Damnit, Taki," he said in a breathy moan.

Tohma pushed his hips upwards, trying to urge Taki on without choking him. After all, it wasn't exactly appealing to hear your lover gag.

Taki didn't think it was appealing to hear your lover laugh, either, but he was so, so incredibly close. But, he gave Tohma the suction he was practically begging for (practically begging! That wasn't nearly close enough). His hand moved faster, hitting his lips with more force.

They wouldn't bruise. It wasn't nearly enough for that.

When it all came down to it, Taki just liked to tease. He liked to break apart defenses and keep them down, though he didn't expect Tohma's to stay grounded for long. Not even he was that good.

Tohma let out a relief filled sigh as Taki moved to his will, body slowly relaxing into it, tensing up every now and then and moaning quietly. He was good... but it was not enough.

This was certainly a different kind of rush than from before in the office. That had been hard and hot with nothing remotely between them on a social level. Everything had changed somewhere.

"I hate you," Tohma said breathily. His eyes opened to stare at the dark ceiling. "Really, really, really hate you, Taki..."

He wasn't laughing, but he couldn't keep a straight face as he let Tohma slip past his lips. Taki leaned up, pressing a kiss to the crook of Tohma's neck and biting lightly down on it. "You do not..."

The amusement was clear in his voice. Obvious and lilting. The laughter was there, just beneath the surface.

One of his hands slid down Tohma's chest, past his hips to grip at the erection he had left. It was still wet from his mouth, and his hand moved easily, grip tight.

"Hmmm..." Still that thread of teasing. Taki simply couldn't get enough of this. "Can you reach the drawer?" Moving had made his pants hurt, tighten snug up against him. It made him want to finish this more then tease Tohma. "There's a bottle in there. We need it."

He pressed a kiss to the soft spot behind Tohma's ear, teeth scraping gently over it because he couldn't get enough in his mouth to suck on.

He couldn't help it. He just loved the way Tohma tasted.

He saw the humor in Taki's movements as they stopped. Heard it in his voice. He could hear the smile as the other man spoke. Bastard! Tohma wanted revenge, and he would get it. Maybe not tonight, but he would get it.

Teeth pressed against his skin, taking him by surprise and he gasped, eyes fluttering. Then a hand picked up where his mouth had left off, his hips moved into the touch slightly.

"Do too...," he groaned as he reached upwards towards the drawer on the side table. He pulled it open, fumbling around in it, things knocking around.

Eventually he was able to grab a bottle, he didn't know if it was the bottle, but it was a bottle. Tohma held it out to Taki, letting his body relax again.

Taking the bottle, Taki tsked, kissing a line down to one of Tohma's nipples. "Do you really?" Still the amusement persisted, and he took the little bit of flesh between his teeth, tongue flicking over it as he bit carefully.

He took the bottle and set it down on the bed, his hand slipping from Tohma as he undid his own pants. He had to kick them off, but it was worth it not to let his mouth leave Tohma's chest.

And now he was free of his pants, though certainly not the pain that had provided.

The bottle was back in his hand, and he pressed some out into his palm, spreading it to warm before wrapping the lubricated hand around Tohma. It moved, coating him surely, effectively, before pulling back. More lubricant was applied to his fingers, and he straightened, letting go of the nipple in his mouth.

Now, for the first time in the night, he was doing something he was unsure about. It had been a long time since he had done this to himself, and things had changed. He wasn't sure how well he would be able to stand it, but he slid his hand back regardless, bottle dropping onto the bed as he pushed a finger inside himself.

"Maybe," Tohma sighed restlessly, shifting as Taki continued playing with his body at his will.

Of course there were the small awkward things in how Taki moved that signaled he was doing something. That was only sealed by a slick hand moving over his erection. He threaded a hand through Taki's dark hair just before he moved away.

He propped himself up on his elbows to watch the other man through half lidded eyes between his legs. Tohma couldn't figure out why he wasn't letting the blond prepare him now... but his eyes widened a bit when he saw Taki's now lubricated hand disappear behind himself.

What exactly should one say to that scene? Tohma just watched in silence, lips parted. It was a bit of a shock. Taki like doing things his way and getting them done when he was intoxicated.

Taki's eyes tightened against the pain of stretching, and he'd never been able to make it quite as enjoyable for himself as other people did. Still, it was obvious by his heavy breathing and movements that he loved the way it felt, one finger soon turning into two, spreading apart and making him wince.

But it was not in his nature to regret doing something. Not when he was like this. So, he simply pressed a hand to Tohma's chest, both to keep him down and to ground himself, and his fingers curled into a fist on the skin as he moved along.

His own fingers twisted as he added a third, and Taki moaned as his body tightened.

Tohma continued to stare, Taki's hand leaning harder against his chest to keep himself up. He did look more than beautiful like that; Back arched, body trying to figure out which way to move, eye shut, mouth open... beautiful.

The blond placed a hand over the fist on his chest, just watching, almost holding his breath. It felt like his head was swimming (with alcohol or lust was beyond him), his eyes felt heavy, but his body felt wide awake.

Ooh, god, he couldn't breathe. Taki gasped, struggled for breath as he moved his fingers impatiently. The abrupt movements hurt, stretched muscle ruthlessly. It felt as if he weren't making any progress at all, but he knew that was normal.

It never felt like much of anything until there was someone in him to finish the stretching that had just barely begun.

But that was enough, and he pulled his fingers free, moving to straddle Tohma's hips. He reached behind him again to angle Tohma in the right direction before pressing down, his head falling forward as he panted heavily.

It was slow, and Taki took his time in working himself down, finally bracing both of his hands on Tohma's chest and feeling completely filled.

Taki was panting hard, hand working tirelessly. His wrist must have ached from the angle, no less his body. But he seemed to grow impatient again, soon slipping his fingers out and then hovering over Tohma's body. The blond looked back, feeling as though he was in slow motion and this was going far too fast.

Taki was in total control as he slowly lowered himself down. The self stretching didn't go far enough considering how awkward it was in the position, and to Tohma, he seemed far tighter than before.

Tohma was breathing as heavy as Taki's as he finally was completely impaled on the blonde's length. His hands moved to grip Taki's hips, slender fingers tight. He was so hot, so tight; it was so hard to breathe, as if he could feel it everywhere and not just where it was happening.

This was not his first time, not by a long shot, but Taki still gasped, still hissed as the muscles he'd been too impatient to take real care of stretched and throbbed. He took a shuddering breath and raised his head to look at Tohma; hand shifting as he slowly brought himself up.

He bit hard at the inside of his cheek to keep himself from making a pained noise, pushing himself back down onto Tohma again. It was a simple, easy rhythm, and he adopted it as his own without realizing it.

Even though it hurt, even though he should have taken the time to stretch himself appropriately, he hadn't felt so filled in longer than he could remember. He loved it this way, shifting his hips to angle Tohma in just the right position. And there it was!

When he pressed down again, his gasp was strangled, caught up in a groan. His body tightened noticeably, muscles shuddering from the rush of sensation.

Unable to help himself as his fingers pressed tighter into Taki's hips. Tohma groaned, hips pushing up into the other man as he came down, unable to lay still and let Taki do all the work. He looked up at Taki as they moved together, and when the other man found the right angle, the blond worked with him to keep hitting it.

Inside Taki, the muscle was twitching and pulsing around him, and it was wonderful. The halfhearted stretching made the other man feel much tighter than ever, and Tohma couldn't figure out how it was possible.

His eyes were half lidded, but he tried his damnedest to keep them open and looking at Taki. His face was a contortion of twitching muscles and fighting pleasures and pain all at once.

Taki was gasping, pushing himself down onto Tohma at a faster pace then before as Tohma made the press against him steady. Tohma's fingers were tight on his hips, and he wouldn't be at all surprised if he was left with small, almost unnoticeable bruises when Tohma moved. But, for now, he didn't care, pushing himself up again.

The bed was creaking, his movements helped along by the shift and give of the mattress. They weren't bumping the headboard against the wall yet, but he was sure it was only a matter of time.

Tohma always made him feel like this. As if his skin were flaming, and the only way to put out that fire was to push them as hard and as fast as he possibly could.

Oh, just the small things about Taki and his actions were becoming more and more apparent. The way he made small noises every time he came down, the way he exhaled deeply as he rose up. It was beautiful, the way the bed shook, and his skin vibrated, every nerve alive.

Nothing was better than moments like these.

As Taki sped up, Tohma tried his best to keep up. It was difficult since he was on the bottom, so he had far less leverage, but he tried, legs shifting restlessly from the pleasure. He took one of his hands off of Taki's hips; he felt his fingertips stick slightly as he removed them.

He wrapped his hand around Taki's erection (this time without any teasing looks), and started an awkward thrusting motion.

Hand... Oooh, Taki was helpless now, loosing the rhythm to the erratic movements his body needed to finish. He was moving with the sole purpose of release now, pushing down hard and pulling up fast. His arms were shaking from the effort of keeping himself up, and he was moaning without thought of what could come out of his mouth.

When the climax hit him, it was hard. He pushed himself down hard enough that his entire body throbbed, and distantly, he knew he would be sore later. But it was too late for him to change it, body releasing in a rush he couldn't control.

Like Tohma had noted before; watching his lovers had always been his preference. And Taki had somehow reached the state of utter perfection in Tohma's mind. Somehow the look of almost anguish as the other man stopped entirely. The mask of his face suddenly broke, shatter and letting loose the full out relief he felt from the pleasure as Tohma's hand became coated in the viscous white fluid, along with the warm spatters hitting his chest and chin.

How had Taki gained such detailed recognition from the blond? Tohma didn't know, and at the moment, the thought didn't cross his mind as the contracting muscles gripped and held tight as the other man rode out the wave of internal pleasure, and Tohma soon joined him.

Tohma's body tightened and his muscles locked, releasing with a deep moan of Taki's name. It was the greater elation his body had felt, and his mind was pleasantly wiped clean with the force and pleasure

It was normal for Taki to get so wrapped up in what he was feeling, the way everything felt, that he never got the chance to watch. He had already given himself over to the way things felt, but when Tohma finished, he sucked in a sharp breath. It was hot inside of him, making him sit up straight and raise his head to watch Tohma's face.

He hadn't paid attention to it before, and the way his name fell off Tohma's lips made him shiver. It wasn't the vodka that was fast leaving his system that made him lean down, pressing his lips to Tohma's in a slow, sated kiss.

Panting, Tohma's body came down from the jolting shock of his orgasm, and his mind and body were buzzing happily. He felt a tired smile come over his lips, but they were soon covered by Taki's.

It felt good, the kiss. Like getting out of a pool on a hot day cool and relaxed. Tohma did just that, exhaling pleasantly out of his nose, holding Taki in place still on top of him, though his own arousal was now softening.

Taki was more dependent on kisses and soft touches then he would have liked to admit. He didn't try to deepen the kiss, just left it as it was, pulling his hips up and forward to let Tohma slip out of him.

Mindless of the mess, he broke the soft kiss and let himself stretch out on top of Tohma. He was too comfortable to move, and Tohma was warm under him, whereas he knew the bed was cold. His eyes were shut, and he had his head resting on the bare shoulder that was only inches from the cold blanket.

It didn't seem to bother him that this was his boss. He knew, and with a flash of anxiety, he knew he should move. But he didn't want to, and he dreaded the minute when Tohma shifted onto his side.

He didn't want to move. He would rather stay on top of Tohma like this forever then move onto the bed.

He didn't fight Taki adjusting himself more comfortably. Being comfortable and warm was important. That half assed thought made some sort of sense to the blond somewhere. Either way, Tohma didn't complain as Taki relaxed on top of him. He actually welcomed it.

He wrapped his arms loosely around Taki's waist, humming lightly as he exhaled in a content manner. He was calm, he was happy, he was comfortable. Nothing could ruin this. Though, he was getting tired.

Tohma didn't know what was so lulling about Taki. It made him want to push the other man away and resume what they once were before all this, and give in completely to the mind numbing peace that was the living blanket atop him called Taki.

"May I spend the night, Taki?" he asked quietly, a little teasingly as well. They both knew he would be spending the night from the time Tohma had asked Taki out to the dinner they never had.

"Mmhm..." Taki didn't open his eyes, and the only movement he made was to reach out and fist a hand in the blanket, pulling it over them.

He'd been right. It was cold, but he didn't regret pulling it on top. He was still warm because Tohma was under him, and he was more then content to stay this way.

He wasn't moving until morning came and he had to take a shower. Taki was simply too comfortable to think about it, and when he was this comfortable, he turned into a sloth. That was really the only way to describe it. He missed the days when he could sleep all day and not wake up until he had to.

Now he was waking up before he had to, so he could wake up everyone else. He was absolutely disgusted with himself.

When the blanket covered them, Tohma's eyes widened slightly in surprise. The shadowed veil chilled the air around them slightly, but he continued not to move. All of him was relaxed, and he felt able to fight off the itch of being clean at least until they'd both gotten a few hours of sleep.

Tohma closed his eyes, stirring around just slightly before letting himself start to relax into sleep. His chest rose and fell deeper and deeper until the darkness claimed all of his senses, happy to be drifting off so comfortably.

Tohma was breathing slowly under him, and it was soothing. He could hear the other man's heartbeat through his chest, strong and steady. Before he'd realized it, that strong beat turned into something else.
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Author's Notes: There you have it. A little dash of smut to brighten your day! I've been thinking on something. A lot of times, and we're even guilty of this, we try to put into actual words the noises made during sex. I for one have realized that it is silly and hard. I make myself laugh when reread Kenji and Haido's first scene. I like trying to have conversations during the sex. Like, the normal kind that would be had in real life during those moments. Let's be honest folks, it's not all silence and heavy breathing.

This scene was cute to me, because Tohma reminded me of myself. When I get teased during, that's exactly what I say without trying to give in. I'm not sure how it was for Kel. I really will have to try and get her to do an A/N. If not now, for the later chapters near the end. I'd like her to have one for almost every chapter then, because there was so much drama and fun!

Anyways, I hope everyone has a great day, it's time to take my little brother to school.

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~Subby