Alimentazione, O Perdita Di Esso
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,559
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Flirty
K thought offhandedly that it was a good thing Tohma didn’t know how easy the locks to the NG building were to bypass; if he’d known, security would be much tighter, which wouldn’t suit K’s purpose at all. Of course, the president would know after tonight, but that couldn’t be helped. This was just a spur-of-the-moment plan, after all—if the manager ever felt a repeat was in order, he’d just have to think things over ahead of time. But for now he’d managed to get inside without any alarms making the younger blond aware. Unfortunately, he had all those flights of stairs to climb…
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Tohma heard the door to the stairway outside his office creak slightly. Tensing, he started to reach for the cell lying near the stacks of paper—it was closer than his desk phone. He had barely picked it up, trying to be as silent as possible when a loud voice shattered the edgy silence.
“Bang!” K came into the room, finger and thumb cocked like a gun. He didn’t seem at all more subdued than he ever was, despite the fact that it was nearing midnight.
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The American had been able to see the younger blond through a slight crack, had been able to see how he went rigid when a normal person would’ve jumped and maybe panicked, how no uncontrolled expression crossed his face even now. And the manager could see him now—the slight, almost invisible crinkling of his brow that hinted at confusion even as black eyes hardened to be disproving.
“K-san, what do you think you’re doing here?”
K smirked, walking forward to sprawl artlessly in the chair in front of the large desk. “Just felt like visiting. How are you this fine evening?”
Tohma folded his hands on the desk. “Perfectly fine. Why are you visiting this night?"
K had to hold in a chuckle at the subtle correction, seeming to pause in consideration of his response. He grew serious, regarding the man across from him. “I was lonely and wanted company.”
The younger frowned at him; K almost felt sorry for doing this to him when he was obviously tired; he would have, probably, but this was likely to be his only chance.
“K-san, please, be truthful. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“I needed time alone with you to get your attention so you’d eventually be interested in…” He trailed off, trusting the other to understand.
”K-san!” The voice was tight—had he hit a nerve? “I am very busy, so if there was nothing—“
“Alright, alright. The truth is, I was hoping to get into your pants.”
Tohma froze. His eyes, blank and closed off, warned the end of his patience. Just as he opened his mouth, K stood, faking a yawn.
“Well, I’m beat. How about you walk me to the door?” With that, the American grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out of his chair, flicking the lights off before leading them into an elevator.
The president was angry, fuming silently as they headed down, and K wanted to laugh as he thought that anger had actually been rather simple to get—much more so than he’d have thought. The elevator doors opened, and K pressed the button behind the front desk that would lock all the entrances again. He put his hands on Tohma’s shoulders to steer him out.
Once outside, the keyboardist whirled, still pissed off. “K-san! I demand an explanation or your actions and the lies you’ve told me tonight!”
The manager looked at him steadily. “What makes you so certain they were lies?”
“They certainly weren’t the truth.”
K leaned forward, settling his hands onto stiff shoulders, their faces only a few feet apart. “You’re right, I suppose…None of the reasons were the entire truth…” He spoke slowly, pressing closer with each word. “But all of them…?”
He ended questioningly, now only a few inches from the slender man. Tohma had gone rigid, tense and unyielding, and K could practically see the thoughts behind his eyes as he wondered over the truth and possible motives. Calloused hands flexed, fingers digging into slender shoulders—he could almost feel the energy in the other’s body, thrumming beneath the surface. The blond jerked at his motion, and K pressed their foreheads together. “How about a goodnight kiss?”
Black eyes widened in shock as Tohma lost composure, finally closing off completely. He was unresponsive—didn’t fight, didn’t protest, and K knew he could have kissed him. But that would be taking things too far; he wanted the keyboardist to agonize over this night, wonder whether he had been telling the truth.
He stepped backwards, feigning disappointment. “No? Alright, maybe next time!” And he turned, winking jauntily over his shoulder at the stunned president.
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Fumbling with his keys angrily, Tohma unlocked his car door. How dare that American toy with him like that? What did he think he was accomplishing?
Leaning his head onto the steering wheel, the keyboardist gained control of himself. Why hadn’t he been able to remain calm? He knew the effect the other had on him was strong, but…
He just couldn’t let it happen again. And the manager would have to be taught his place.
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AN:
Okay, here's # 6! Theme's pretty obvious, I think. Anyway, I have seven written already, but I won't post it quite yet. I've had to write these in the format of: Write one, set aside, write two, make sure the story will work with what I put in one, post one, write three, make sure story works with two...etc, etc. Cause, yeah, it's easy to mess up. Very tricky characters, these. I can handle both seperately, but if any of you have noticed, they act very differently with each other than they do when either is interacting with the other characters. Totally different angles, there, and it's hard to get measured, because there's so little reference material.
Okay, anyway, hope you like so far! Please review!
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Tohma heard the door to the stairway outside his office creak slightly. Tensing, he started to reach for the cell lying near the stacks of paper—it was closer than his desk phone. He had barely picked it up, trying to be as silent as possible when a loud voice shattered the edgy silence.
“Bang!” K came into the room, finger and thumb cocked like a gun. He didn’t seem at all more subdued than he ever was, despite the fact that it was nearing midnight.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The American had been able to see the younger blond through a slight crack, had been able to see how he went rigid when a normal person would’ve jumped and maybe panicked, how no uncontrolled expression crossed his face even now. And the manager could see him now—the slight, almost invisible crinkling of his brow that hinted at confusion even as black eyes hardened to be disproving.
“K-san, what do you think you’re doing here?”
K smirked, walking forward to sprawl artlessly in the chair in front of the large desk. “Just felt like visiting. How are you this fine evening?”
Tohma folded his hands on the desk. “Perfectly fine. Why are you visiting this night?"
K had to hold in a chuckle at the subtle correction, seeming to pause in consideration of his response. He grew serious, regarding the man across from him. “I was lonely and wanted company.”
The younger frowned at him; K almost felt sorry for doing this to him when he was obviously tired; he would have, probably, but this was likely to be his only chance.
“K-san, please, be truthful. Is there anything I can help you with?”
“I needed time alone with you to get your attention so you’d eventually be interested in…” He trailed off, trusting the other to understand.
”K-san!” The voice was tight—had he hit a nerve? “I am very busy, so if there was nothing—“
“Alright, alright. The truth is, I was hoping to get into your pants.”
Tohma froze. His eyes, blank and closed off, warned the end of his patience. Just as he opened his mouth, K stood, faking a yawn.
“Well, I’m beat. How about you walk me to the door?” With that, the American grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out of his chair, flicking the lights off before leading them into an elevator.
The president was angry, fuming silently as they headed down, and K wanted to laugh as he thought that anger had actually been rather simple to get—much more so than he’d have thought. The elevator doors opened, and K pressed the button behind the front desk that would lock all the entrances again. He put his hands on Tohma’s shoulders to steer him out.
Once outside, the keyboardist whirled, still pissed off. “K-san! I demand an explanation or your actions and the lies you’ve told me tonight!”
The manager looked at him steadily. “What makes you so certain they were lies?”
“They certainly weren’t the truth.”
K leaned forward, settling his hands onto stiff shoulders, their faces only a few feet apart. “You’re right, I suppose…None of the reasons were the entire truth…” He spoke slowly, pressing closer with each word. “But all of them…?”
He ended questioningly, now only a few inches from the slender man. Tohma had gone rigid, tense and unyielding, and K could practically see the thoughts behind his eyes as he wondered over the truth and possible motives. Calloused hands flexed, fingers digging into slender shoulders—he could almost feel the energy in the other’s body, thrumming beneath the surface. The blond jerked at his motion, and K pressed their foreheads together. “How about a goodnight kiss?”
Black eyes widened in shock as Tohma lost composure, finally closing off completely. He was unresponsive—didn’t fight, didn’t protest, and K knew he could have kissed him. But that would be taking things too far; he wanted the keyboardist to agonize over this night, wonder whether he had been telling the truth.
He stepped backwards, feigning disappointment. “No? Alright, maybe next time!” And he turned, winking jauntily over his shoulder at the stunned president.
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Fumbling with his keys angrily, Tohma unlocked his car door. How dare that American toy with him like that? What did he think he was accomplishing?
Leaning his head onto the steering wheel, the keyboardist gained control of himself. Why hadn’t he been able to remain calm? He knew the effect the other had on him was strong, but…
He just couldn’t let it happen again. And the manager would have to be taught his place.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AN:
Okay, here's # 6! Theme's pretty obvious, I think. Anyway, I have seven written already, but I won't post it quite yet. I've had to write these in the format of: Write one, set aside, write two, make sure the story will work with what I put in one, post one, write three, make sure story works with two...etc, etc. Cause, yeah, it's easy to mess up. Very tricky characters, these. I can handle both seperately, but if any of you have noticed, they act very differently with each other than they do when either is interacting with the other characters. Totally different angles, there, and it's hard to get measured, because there's so little reference material.
Okay, anyway, hope you like so far! Please review!