Transaction

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Author’s Notes: Tired today. Was playing Guitar Hero with the boys last night again. Rockin out, as usual. Woo! So, here was are, chapter 51. Kinda of neat. 50 seemed like then end or something to me because that's where I stopped editing. Even with all these other chapters done, they seem separate and I don't know why.

Anyways, thanks again for another review, Anon! Don't worry, we'll get back to Haido and Kenji, but until then, why not enjoy some Tohma and Taki?

Enjoy!
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Transaction
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Chapter Fifty-One
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Tohma was angry at Taki. He loved the feeling of the other man pressed against him, but it didn't stop the fact that he was so angry. The blond decided not to hide it any either. Taki would have to put up with it no matter what either way.

Since the elevator was stopped, and security cameras could give fair warning, Tohma could roughly estimate the time they had. Of course, his people knew what he did, though they didn't know much about him. From the obviousness, they wouldn't call anyone in to 'fix' the elevator until a while later. Which was just fine with him.

He let his tongue slip from Taki's mouth, biting his bottom lip with enough pressure so he could feel it. His hands slid down over the front of his shirt after Taki had pushed his jacket off. He liked the feel of the small round buttons, the slightly rough feel of the plain shirt. When he reached the bottom, he yanked the shirt out of his slacks hard.

After that, Tohma didn't care much for personal welfare, little more than what they would look like after this final round. He grasped the two sides of the shirt and pulled hard. The buttons popped off from the bottom up, flying around with sharp clicks as they hit around the elevator.

Releasing Taki's lip, Tohma looked down slightly, breathing ragged as he felt the heat radiate off of the other mans body.

"Do you know what you've been doing to me?" Tohma asked, almost a whisper as his hands traveled back up Taki's now bare front with just his fingertips, pushing the shirt off his shoulders once he reached them. He pressed their hips together hard. "This. All day, everyday. It was you in bed last night, and still, it's not enough. I'm losing my mind, my control... all over you."

Tohma slipped one hand up Taki's neck and buried it into the back of his dark hair, pulling it back fairly hard, exposing the other mans neck and forcing him into a slightly arch, pushing them closer together. The blond bent down and bit hard enough to feel Taki's pulse beat wildly, and sucked hard. He even tasted like everything he wanted.

He was losing his mind.

There was no sound, no tears that could express the way this hurt. Taki knew he was crying, he could feel it. His eyes stung and ached with it, and he squeezed them shut because he hated it. He hated himself for responding that way.

It didn't hurt that much. A few bruises he could handle.

But Tohma wasn't leaving just bruises. His body was shuddering with the force, eyes opening as his head was jerked back by the hair. His lip was swollen, he could feel it if he pressed his tongue against it. The pain in his neck burst and flared, and for a brief, irrational moment, Taki thought he was bleeding.

When the heat kept up and the sharp pain fled, Taki knew he wasn't. He was pliant against the wall, his hips pressed hard to it by Tohma's. His hands were gripping at Tohma's shoulders, and Taki wasn't nearly coherent enough to get the shirt off of them.

"I..." Taki couldn't remember what he was going to say. He couldn't remember what the anger felt like, the hate. There was only this overwhelming throb of Tohma against him, taking without asking. There was only wanting more of it, as much as he could possibly stand.

Tohma tasted the first of the tears as they slipped down the other man’s neck. His mouth released its hold on the patch of skin. It was already a bright red, pinpricked with white dots. It would last, and it would be dark.

His tongue flicked out at the gently shining trail of wetness the tear had left in its tracks. He dragged his tongue along and up. Up the curve of Taki's neck. Up the side of Taki's face and over the curve of his cheek until he reached the dark eyes. Tohma kissed each eye briefly, resting close to the other body.

"'I' what, Taki? No smart-mouthed comments? No pushing me away?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "Because you want it too. Have you thought about me too? Tell the truth..."

His voice drifted off into a whisper with the hint of a smile. Which was no surprise. His lips had curled up at the corners, his eyes falling halfway closed. Lustful, powerful, evil... all these things went hand in hand, and Tohma understood why.

Tohma's hand released the tight grip on Taki's hair, and again there was a soft movement of the two hands moving down over the hot, bare skin. One hand teased at a nipple while the other pulled the bottom of his own shirt out of his pants and slowly unbuttoned the shirt.

No reprieve, no time to gather his wits and make himself speak. The tears were getting in the way of breathing, and Taki was gasping wetly, his hands pushing blindly at Tohma's shirt as the buttons came undone. He felt delirious, thought coming slow and distorted through the relentless heat Tohma always seemed to bring.

"I tried to stop..." Taki couldn't breathe, and he heard the words as if somebody else were saying them. His hands touched every bit of Tohma's skin he could reach, smooth and soft and hard all at once. "But I couldn't. I couldn't stop thinking about you."

He knew he was saying it. He could hear the tears in his voice, the bitterness. He wanted to stop. He wanted it to go away. Taki couldn't stand weakness, couldn't stand that Tohma had become one. Tohma was the reason he came to work early every morning and the reason he hid in his office until late every night.

The effort it took to keep himself up was making him shake, and Taki could still feel the heat on his neck as if Tohma had never moved from it. He knew it was the mark, burning and throbbing on his skin. How long would it last? Days? Weeks? Months?

Too long, maybe. If this was their last time, their last chance, Taki wasn't sure he wanted the reminder of what he was walking away from.

But Tohma wanted that reminder there. Like the very building they were in, the blond marked what was his. He considered Taki very much his own coveted, prized possession that he shouldn't have to be without. Or share. Just his to show off and play with and keep with him.

He let Taki's hands fumble across his chest as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. He let both his arms fall to his sides and back slightly to let the shirt fall off his body and to the ground behind him. Tohma watched the other man struggle for everything. Every movement, every word, every thought. It almost reminded him of a fish out of water.

"Why did you want to?" Tohma asked, both his hands grabbing Taki's and halting them. He brought one up to his mouth, and took a finger into it, sucking gently as his tongue worked over it. He watched Taki with almost a rapid fascination as he waited for his answer. Tohma moved to each finger before kissing the center of Taki's palm.

His anger was coming like an ocean. Ebb and flow. Right now it was drawing back for the moment, leaving the other man time to breathe. To think. To answer. Knowing Taki, the answer wouldn't be one Tohma liked and the anger would crash back down and the brief pause would end for another few moments.

There was so much that Taki didn't do anymore. It left his hands sensitive, the same way his entire body was sensitive, particularly to Tohma's touch. He knew he had to be breathing, because his breath caught and he stopped. For a moment, all he could see was Tohma's mouth.

And then the question hit him hard, sunk past the heat, past the delirium.

He didn't want to answer it, but he knew if he didn't, Tohma would make him. "I hate being this way." Taki had to take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm his body to an acceptable level. "I hate being dependent, so fucking needy..." He shook his head, eyes narrowing as if he were trying to focus himself.

"I hate needing you." Because he didn't need anyone else the way he needed Tohma. No one else could drown him in the overwhelming desire to just be NEAR them. No one else did that, and Taki kept pushing himself away from it, as if the need would go away, disappear with the more distance he put between Tohma and himself.

Tohma didn't like the answer at all. It made him angry just knowing that Taki had been feeling all of this, but he hadn't done anything more than lock himself away. For him to just do nothing but continually push Tohma and push him and push him.

The blond reached at Taki's pants, tugging the button open and yanking down the fly, fingers hooking into the waistband and pulling them down off the slim, barely there hips. He couldn't help himself, too far gone now. The most he could do was make sure Taki wouldn't bleed.

After the pants were open and down, he kept their hips tight together using a small circular motion between them to keep the pleasure running through both of their bodies. He pressed his first three finger against Taki's lips, ordering him to open his mouth and wet them. Tohma didn't exactly carry around lube.

"And how do you think I feel, Taki?" he asked, eyes half closed. Watching Taki work was distracting, but he couldn't pull his eyes away. "I like control. I like knowing that I control everything in my life... and you changed that."

And then what did Taki do? Shut him out completely. It was such a shock to the system. Tohma wasn't used to being denied anything, really. He wasn't spoiled in the brat manner, but he would admit he was used to being spoiled.

He couldn't deny Tohma anything when he had their hips pressed together that way. Taki's lips parted, and he took the fingers into his mouth, enjoying the relief of having the pants off while he could. Soon, he knew, it wouldn't matter if the pants were there or not, he was going to hurt no matter what.

It was hard to concentrate on Tohma's words and his fingers at the same time. Taki wanted to glare, to pull back and snarl some sort of response, but the back of his head was pressed to the wall, and there was no moving.

Taki hated to be controlled, hated thinking that someone else could make his decisions for him. It was half the reason he couldn't stand it in the hospital. He couldn't let someone else take control of his future, of everything that he was.

He certainly wouldn't let Tohma. He would do everything he could to make sure Tohma knew.

"I can't stand how upset you make me when you won't come out of your office. I can't stand how much I hate you when all you do it try to get me away from you," Tohma said quietly, body shuddering because of Taki's mouth around his fingers. His hands tended to be overly sensitive because he restricted them in gloves all the time.

He used his free hand to open his own pants, grinding the two erections together. A choked sigh left him. Tohma nearly felt complete like this, but it wasn't enough to satiate the hunger his body had. And for what? All for this man.

Tohma told Taki to remove at least one shoe before he continued to talk. He liked not having the snappy comebacks from Taki. He liked, once again, having some grip in his life. Over something.

"I hate how much I crave you, and then you shut me out!" he said, anger rising into his face. "Every single time, you denied me. I could've fixed this for the both of us, but no. You didn't let me."

Sucking in a sharp breath through his nose, Taki let out a helpless sound that slipped around Tohma's fingers. Skin on skin, hot and heady, choking him with sounds that he couldn't possibly make. It was hard to think about his shoes when Tohma was pressing them together this way.

Kicking off his shoes, he hoped that when they hit Tohma's legs, they hurt. His eyes were narrowed, and as soon as he felt the fingers begin to move, he turned his head and quickened the process. There was no way he could let Tohma skate by without some demand to know.

Because he had to know.

"How the hell could you have fixed this?" Taki had been trying! He couldn't keep living like this, looking for Tohma around every corner and berating himself with the relief when he found himself alone. He couldn't keep those gloves forever, and he couldn't keep waking up in the middle of the night from dreams of those damn hands.

He couldn't. He had to know.

The defiance was running clear again through Taki, he could tell. Every movement and look was done out of anger and annoyance that Tohma had caused. Normally, Tohma would be confused... maybe even a little upset, but some part of him liked this. This feeling mixed in with the lust that felt so strangely close to power.

His eyes narrowed when he felt Taki's shoes his legs purposely, but he did nothing. They both knew this wasn't stopping, so there was no use in denying each other that much. He pushed Taki's pants down the rest of the way, free hand snaking around to the back of the other mans head, again taking a good hold, pulling Taki's body close to his and away from the wall.

His moistened hand went around to Taki's backside, while he tilted his head close to Taki's ear. A slick digit teased around Taki's entrance for a brief moment until he slid it in with very little ceremony.

"Because," he said, breathing heavily from the collective heat of the room, the exertion of dealing with Taki for the last few days, and as a lover. "Sometimes you need to give in, not push away."

Tohma added another finger, scissoring them quickly.

Give in? Taki's body tensed, and it was good that Tohma was practically holding him up, because his knees went weak. His hands gripped at Tohma's bare shoulders, eyes squeezing shut because he couldn't THINK of giving in, not while Tohma was making his entire body ripple in pain.

But it felt so, so good. Taki shuddered, both from Tohma's voice and the hot air that moved across his neck. He forced his eyes open, though they were narrowed, glaring over Tohma's shoulder and into the empty elevator.

"And what..." God, he couldn't breathe. Taki was gasping, throat burning and his voice sounding hollow in his own ears. "Would happen if I gave in?" His fingers were too tight on Tohma's shoulders, but he didn't care, tensing them more as Tohma's fingers spread jerked at his muscles.

Bastard.

He licked the shell of Taki's ear keeping quiet for the time being. He added the third finger, wincing as Taki gripped his shoulders harder still. The other man had a strong grip. Tohma was surprised.

The blond kept their hips together and hadn't stopped the grinding motion they had going. This man, this man, this man! It was going to be the death of him. Tohma had never once wanted another person so much as he did Taki. There was Eiri, of course, but he had given up on that when Shuichi had come into his life. But Taki was different. Taki... annoying, attractive, an oblivious tease... Tohma didn't like taking no for an answer. Not this time.

Tohma had to make do with what was available, which wasn't much. Once he felt the muscle stretch to its limit, he slipped the fingers out of Taki's body. The other man couldn't argue his weakness. After all, they were trying to hold a conversation while in the middle of sex. Well, Tohma was always good at multi-tasking. He spit into the cupped palm of his hand, using that over his own erection. Not very good, but Taki would have to deal with it for now.

"We could be doing this more and more often," Tohma panted, releasing Taki to push him back against the wall and hike his legs up around his waist. He looked down between their bodies until the head of his erection was lined up with Taki's entrance. "And in a better place... and it wouldn't matter about contracts, or work... ahh..."

He entered while speaking to the singer, thoughts jumping out of order more and more.

Taki let go of Tohma's shoulders as he was pushed against the wall again, his arms hooking around them instead. He knew this was going to hurt, maybe past the point where it could feel good, but he knew better now then before that there was no getting out of it. Not after provoking Tohma the way he had, and not while they were in between floors.

But he wasn't thinking about stopping now. He wasn't thinking about how to get away. All Taki could focus on was the blinding pain of Tohma pushing into him. It hurt more now then it had ever hurt before, because even with Ma, Taki had never been forced to go without lubrication.

Ma was just enough of a pervert to carry it around with him. Taki didn't know if it was points for or against Tohma that Tohma didn't.

Contracts, work... Taki's head fell forward, eyes open just enough that he could see down between them. They could talk later, after they finished. Taki couldn't bring in enough air to think about speaking, body shaking with the effort it was taking him to breathe.

Tohma's hands were resting on Taki's backside, holding him up and against the wall. He could feel every shudder, every gasp, and every twinge Taki made. Mostly, they remained quiet until Tohma's hips pressed against Taki's backside and he made sure to wait and let enough time pass for the other man to adjust.

It was bad enough that they were almost dry, they didn't need to have to make a trip to the hospital later because Tohma was being inattentive. He wouldn't allow it.

"Taki," he hissed, eyes closing tight for a moment. "Tell me you want this as bad as I do..."

It was rare that Tohma would ever ask for reassurance. And if Taki answered in play annoyance of 'no', Tohma would know. He could tell the difference between a real no and play no. He just didn't want the guilt of forcing this entire scenario into being.

If breathing had been hard before, Taki didn't know what it was now. He couldn't possibly imagine speaking, but the words were there, just under the surface. His legs were moving, even though it made his entire body ache, to hook over Tohma's hips and hold himself up. It gave Tohma a free hand, one that Taki could only hope at the uses for.

It was a pity he wasn't much of a hoper.

But, he was nodding blearily, eyes narrowed against the pain, though he had long ago grown used to it. The entry had been harsh, ill prepared and too fast, but it was easy to adjust to once he convinced himself that the pain was good, that it was worth it.

After all, sometimes it was just better to give in, right?

Of course it fucking wasn't.

"I need this..." Taki murmured thickly, his arms tightening around Tohma's shoulders as he shifted his hips purposefully.

Taki was more tight than usual because of the rush and lack of preparation. It felt like the heat only one appendage was encased in, had a grip around his entire body. He felt himself starting to sweat lightly already. It was driving him insane.

But Taki didn't just want this, he said he needed it. Tohma was liking that word more and more. Needing. He needed this feeling. He needed this body pressed close to his.

His breath hitched as Taki shifted, either proving that he was ready, or he just wanted to get it done and over with. Tohma hated to think that Taki was still just trying to get rid of him as quickly as possible. The blond held to the smaller man tightly as he pulled out slowly until just the head rested inside, and then snapped his hips forward.

The moan nearly choked him as it rose in his throat, coming out broken and disjointed. Taki's eyes stung, but it wasn't because of the pain. But it hurt, it hurt so much his body felt as if it were burning and drowning at the same time. Drowning in a fire that he couldn't put out, not with anything.

And Tohma was that fire. It was green, eating him whole and never letting him go. Possessive. Claiming. It only grew worse the more Taki struggled against it.

But he wasn't struggling now. No, not at all. He was more then willing to press his hips down against Tohma's, he wanted that pain, he wanted everything Tohma could give him right now, because he couldn't imagine living without this. Living without this man.

Taki had never wanted to give into anything so much as he did now.

Tohma loved the discord sound from Taki's throat. Singer or not, he was only perfect when he couldn't sing like he was trained to. The off key moans, the voice cracking yells, the flat sobs, the jerky breathing.

If the blond could make a CD of his best singers during sex, he was sure it would break every record this building had. But this was only for him. Taki's voice was only his now. He didn't care who'd had it before, no one else would have it now. He didn't want it any other way.

He wrapped his free hand around Taki's erection, pumping his hand counterpoint to his thrusts. It was hard with him standing up, and his legs were trembling softly, rolling up to the balls of his feet at every thrust, but it was worth it to push those sounds out of Taki.

He would have been able to control himself if it wasn't for that hand. Always those hands. Taki tensed his arms, his hips moving to push the speed of their thrusts harder. His head fell back against the wall, but he didn't feel the pain as it connected with a dull thunk! It didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was keeping Tohma inside him.

Keeping Tohma with him.

He couldn't keep himself quiet, though. Taki never could, had never been able to. His hips angled to guide Tohma to that one spot that never failed him, and his body tightened in response, a louder moan leaving him. He needed this. He needed it so, so much.

He'd always needed it.

It took too much effort for him to raise his head. Taki couldn't make himself do it, but he wanted a kiss. One that could match the way he felt inside, hot and chaotic. But he couldn't make himself move for it, couldn't bring his head up from where it had fallen against the wall.

Tohma kept pace with Taki, groaning as he shifted and tightened up periodically. The blond had found that rhythm was a way to smooth tension in the mind. That's why music worked so well. That's why sex could be so mind numbing addictive.

Right now, all Tohma could focus on was the smooth rhythmic motion between their bodies. How they worked together with each other. It was as though repetitive motions caused a rut in the mind that one could fall into forever and never think of anything else again. But, Taki seemed to bring that on ten times more.

Looking at Taki's face as it contorted with exertion and pleasure, mouth agape and between pants and moan, cheek high in color, hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, a light sheen over his entire face and dried tracks left by the tears. He was beautiful. Tohma leaned over, catching Taki's lips with his own. The buildup of pressure in his chest seemed to have no other way to release itself, but to force out into Taki.

The kiss. God, the kiss! It was hard with the constant movement of their lower bodies, but so, so worth it. Taki slid a hand to the back of Tohma's neck as his lips parted, eyes squeezing shut as the thrusts began to border again on that point between pain and pleasure.

It was almost enough to make him cry again, but he forced it back. He had to force it back, because he couldn't let Tohma see how much this really meant to him.

His body was starting to tighten, the constant abuse of his prostate too much for him to handle. His stomach was locking, tensing to make the thrusts harder to control. He couldn't draw in enough breath, and it was obvious by the way the kiss suffered.

But he wouldn't let Tohma break it. His fingers tightened on Tohma's neck to keep him in place, even as his body began to shake with the force it took to hold himself back.

He wasn't quite ready for this to end.

The legs around his waist tightened and shook, but he couldn't pull back from the kiss. Taki's fingers flexed and dug in almost painfully. He let Taki do what he wanted with it. Splitting attention between the kiss and keep his body moving was hard.

He could feel the pain Taki was putting himself through, making sure never to skip a beat. He wanted the other man to come, and he wanted Taki to enjoy it. Because he wanted to keep Taki. He wanted to keep him however he knew to make it happen.

But Tohma could feel himself start to slowly lock down. It was an effort to keep himself moving. He paused every now and then to hold himself back, but little by little, it wasn't starting to help.

He had to break the kiss. Taki couldn't get enough air through his nose, and his body was starting to buckle. He couldn't take any more of this, and that was made obvious by the way his back arched as Tohma pushed in again, and he came with a force that only Tohma had ever urged from him.

It made his skin prickle, feel like it would boil from the heat that rushed over it. He couldn't ever let Tohma go, not if this was what it was like to be with him. Not if he had this sort of abandon to look forward to.

But just sex...

What a fucking waste.

The moment Taki released his body from everything, Tohma tried to let him ride it out as long his own body could take. But the way Taki pressed into his body, and how he released with so much force he nearly shook, Tohma couldn't hold himself back.

He pushed himself into Taki completely, having to lean him further against the wall as his own orgasm took over, draining from his body and into Taki. He rode out the waves into the pressing heat of the contained elevator, body feeling heavier and more leavened as the waves died down.

Panting, he leaned into Taki's neck, feeling too hot for comfort, but too tired to move. It was always explosive with Taki, just like his temper.

"It's not going to be just sex." Taki warned breathlessly, his head resting on Tohma's shoulder. He spoke as if he were continuing the conversation, which he was, in a sense. They'd skipped some, sure, like the part where they agreed that neither of them could walk away from the other.

Taki was just going to assume it was an unspoken agreement. It was better that way. He hated admitting weaknesses aloud, and to him, this was still quite the weakness.

He couldn't quite bring himself to call it anything else.

But whatever was between them, it couldn't stay as only sex. It wouldn't. Taki wouldn't admit it, not to himself and not to Tohma, but he knew it was already past sex. He couldn't be content just being near Tohma if it were only sex.

"I didn't want it to just be sex," Tohma sighed, letting his tongue dart out at Taki's neck on impulse. "You pushed me away, Taki."

Though, Tohma couldn't be helped if the times they spent together got them riled up into situations like this. But the fact that they were here and now they were more than a contract.

"But it doesn't matter now," Tohma said, feeling tired. "Because I want you. I want this."

He needed someone like Taki. Someone to keep him feeling alive and break him out of his life. He wouldn't let it end here.

Taki wanted this, too. He didn't want it to be constant fighting (though he knew this wasn't anywhere near the end of it), or simply sex... It had to be something different. There had to be effort from both of them.

Eventually, even he got fed up with running away and had to face what he was running from. He'd just never had it catch up to him so quickly.

Blinking his eyes open, unaware of when they'd shut, Taki rested his chin on Tohma's shoulder. He was still leaning most of his weight against the wall, and it was a good thing that Tohma was still holding him up. His legs felt weak and loose, like water.

"We're still in the elevator." His voice sounded dazed, as if he'd only just realized it.

Tohma shook slightly with laughter. "Yes... we're still in the elevator." Taki seemed to be experiencing post-coital bliss in a delayed manner. He was tired and wanted to keep his hold on Taki, as if he'd disappear once this was over.

Unfortunately, his body didn't want to do it anymore. Slowly, he eased himself out of Taki, and nudged his legs to unhook from his waist. Once Taki's feet were on the floor, he eased both of them down, pulling Taki into his lap, not caring about anything staining the slacks he hadn’t bothered to remove.

Arms wrapping around Taki's middle, he held him close.

"Don't laugh at me." Taki winced as he was set on his feet, though there was something not entirely serious in his voice. He didn't mind if Tohma laughed at him, not really. That wasn't malicious laughter, it seemed somehow softer.

And that made it okay.

He groaned as he was eased down, though, the movement making him ache deep inside. It was a relief to rest against Tohma, though he forced himself to reach and pull his pants on, zipping the zipper but leaving the button. He didn't care about that, so long as he was covered.

He knew there were cameras in the elevators, though it seemed a little late for modesty.

Sighing, he let himself rest against Tohma again, head tucking under Tohma's chin. It just felt so comfortable to sit this way. So right.

"I think I'm going to pull overtime." He mumbled, eyes shutting.
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Author's Notes: I really love elevators. . I can't say much right now, because I'm damn tired. I'll do it next chapter. Hope everyone's having a great day! Maybe even as good as these two. Man, I wish.

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