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(A/N) Oh wow, sorry this took so long. You see, I’ve been having really bad writer’s block and I’ve been working on a Harry Potter fic. But here we go; this is maybe the second last chapter. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed. I really appreciate it a lot. And please review this chapter! Thanks!







CHAPTER SEVEN: Dealing With Tohma





Tohma sat in his office, the early morning sun putting a golden glint in his eye, adding to the creepy effect his smirk had already created.

He was waiting for K.



He could hardly believe the other man had dared to defy him the previous day. Well, he would soon show K exactly who was boss, there was no doubt of that.



When K had left the previous day Tohma had gone home to his wife and argued before locking himself in his (separate) room. And they would have separate rooms by now, since she knew too much of his obsession with Eiri Yuki, and disapproved like only a wife and sister could.



He had stared at his phone then, and looked at a picture of Eiri that he kept in the oak drawer beside his bed.



And then he had thought of K. The blonde American was no Yuki, that was for sure, but there was something about him that Tohma was beginning to like, and it wasn’t just the fact that he had given in so easily to Tohma’s demands.



He just knew that when he had K on his knees, crying in front of him, he knew he finally had inner peace; which was what he had always searched for and could never get from Yuki who preferred a screaming brat over him.



Tohma adjusted his dark blue tie and casually wiped his glasses on his sleeve. Where was that bastard anyway? Work had started at least two hours ago. K was really going to get it.



Just then Sakano burst in, looking hysterical which was nothing new.



“I’m sorry sir, but K hasn’t come in today and….and….I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!”



Tohma regarded the black haired man coolly as he blubbered on the floor.

“Calm yourself Sakano; I’m sure you can manage without him for one day.”



“B…but!”



“That will be all!” Tohma said firmly and the other man dragged himself out of the office, defeated.



Inside Tohma was raging. How dare K simply take the day off? And after Tohma had expressly requested to see him that morning as well.



Sakano came back in, his eyes downcast and interrupting Tohma’s increasingly violent thoughts.

“Hiro isn’t here either.” He muttered, a lone tear dripping onto his shirt.



“OUT!” Tohma yelled, pointing towards the door.



So Hiro was with K was he? Tohma could believe that and he knew he would have to put an end to it.



Sakano ran like a frightened deer, his hiccupping sobs audible even as he disappeared down the corridor.

Tohma picked up his phone and quickly dialled K’s home number. It rang six or seven times and then switched to answer phone. Tohma almost growled in frustration



Then there was another knock at Tohma’s door. He looked up in frustration, slamming the phone back down.

“What?” he snapped, fully expecting Sakano to walk back in and tell him Shuichi was missing as well.



But the person that entered wasn’t the snivelling Sakano. It was Hiroshi Nakano, his red hair tied back with one of K’s hair ties and a frown on his face.



“Nakano,” Tohma acknowledged the other man, quickly regaining his composure.



Hiro didn’t answer back, he just walked forward and stood in front of Tohma’s desk, his arms crossed over his red t-shirt in a decidedly hostile gesture.



“I don’t suppose you know where K is?” Tohma asked, his fingers itching to strike a blow to the other man.



“K wants you to leave him alone,” Hiro said.



“Oh, really?” Tohma said raising an eyebrow. “And why doesn’t he just come down here and tell me that himself.”



“He’s asleep.” Hiro said, “He doesn’t know I’m here but I’m here on his behalf because I won’t just stand by idly while you use him as a substitute for Yuki.”



Tohma clenched his fists and frowned, little lines appearing at the corners of his mouth.

“I haven’t done anything to K that he didn’t want.”

“How can you say that?” Hiro exclaimed. “He didn’t want any of it!”



“How do you know?” Tohma spat.



“Because he’s not a sick fuck like you!”



Tohma was incensed, “I would watch what you say to me Nakano. I could make you nothing with a click of my fingers.”



Hiro nodded, a small laugh escaping his lips. “You’d love that wouldn’t you? Controlling everyone around you because your own life is so fucked up you can’t see straight. Why can’t you let Yuki go, huh? HE DOESN’T WANT YOU! He wants Shuichi, why can’t you get over it?”



“You’ll never work in the music business again when I’m through with you…”



“GOOD!” Hiro yelled, “If this business is just full of assholes like you then I don’t care! But I want you to leave K alone.”



“Are you in love with him Nakano?” Tohma taunted, a smirk twisting his lips. “Did you sleep with him? Are you sure he was thinking of you?”



“Leave him alone…” Hiro whispered.



Suddenly Tohma stood up, reaching under his desk and hitting the security button as he did so.

“GET OUT!”



Hiro barely had time to fight back as two big black-suited security guards came rushing in, grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out of the office. Meanwhile Tohma picked up the phone and called his driver.

“I need to be at Mr. K’s apartment in five minutes,” he said





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K stood on his balcony, the warm breeze blowing his blonde hair free of its loose plait and making his light blue shirt feel cool against his skin.

When he had awoken that morning Hiro had been gone leaving only a hastily scribbled note in his place.

“REST!” it had said and for once K had been happy to obey orders. He knew he was supposed to have gone in to see Tohma first thing but he didn’t care.



What could Tohma possibly do to him that he hadn’t done already?



Last night with Hiro had been…so wonderful. K had forgotten what mutual love could feel like and now he didn’t want to lose it again.



“Thinking about Hiro?” a silky voice whispered in his ear as two slender hands stroked his back possessively.



K whirled around, his hands gripping the metal railings of the balcony as if they were a lifeline.

“How did you get in here?” he asked as he stared into Tohma’s cold eyes.



Tohma smirked, “You really should be more careful about locking your door,” he said, his hands coming around to rest on K’s hips, fingers playing gently with the zipper.

“Hiro came to see me today,” Tohma began, kissing K roughly on the neck. “He wants me to leave you alone.”



“Oh..god..” K breathed, sucking in air as his heart did a little panic dance.



Tohma caught his chin and twisted his face so that their mouths met in a bruising kiss. When K tried to pull away he bit down hard, slicing the American’s bottom lip. K cried out in pain as he felt the tangy taste of blood in his mouth.



“I don’t want to leave you alone.” Tohma continued, licking K’s lips. “You’re so easy, K. You’re mine now.”



Tohma finally pulled K’s zipper down and reached inside the other man’s jeans, rubbing gently. As K bucked in his arms Tohma allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. He could hear K’s ragged breathing and feel the other man’s long fingers gripping his arms almost painfully. In a few minutes he would come and Tohma would have full power once more; power that he could never have over Eiri.



“I want you to stop seeing Hiro,” he hissed into K’s hair and the other man shivered. “I’m going to replace him anyway, so you won’t even have to think about him any more.”



He ground against K, feeling the other man tense and cry out as he came. Then Tohma placed his hands on the slim shoulders and pushed K down to his knees, unzipping his own fly.

But K just looked up at him, his wide blue eyes sad and blood trickling down his chin.

“Do you want me to love you Tohma?” he asked quietly.



Tohma laughed, “What are you talking about?”



“Is that what you want?” K kept going, feeling a wild courage inside him and an understanding of things that he had never grasped before. “Do you want that?”



Tohma stared at him stone facedly.



K reached his hand inside Tohma’s black suit trousers and ran his hand along the length of the other man’s cock.

“It’s hard to love someone who wants to consume you completely. It’s hard when they force you and bully you and hate you.”



Tohma moaned a little and K continued his ministrations, still not looking away.



“That’s why Yuki couldn’t love you isn’t it? Because you smothered him with your so called love and it’s why I’ll never love you. You might have taken everything else from me but my love belongs to Hiro and Yuki’s belongs to Shuichi and you can’t stand it.

You’re so cold Tohma…”

K whispered the last sentence and Tohma shuddered, reaching out a hand to grip the other man’s long golden hair and twist it in his fingers, willing K to stop talking.



“Why can’t you just let him go?” K asked before wrapping his vicious mouth around Tohma’s cock.



Tohma barely felt the tear slide down his cheek; K’s words had struck something deep inside and he felt numb as he came, gripping K’s head, forcing him to swallow everything.

Dimly he heard K’s front door open and hurried footsteps sounded loudly as whoever it was came out onto the large balcony.

The wind whipped through his hair as he swiftly pulled out K’s gun and held it towards whoever was behind him.



K let out a small whimper and Tohma knew it was Hiro.



He pulled K to his feet by his hair and he heard Hiro suck in a sharp breath.



“Let him go,” Hiro said his voice low and angry. “This is finished.”



Tohma smiled and closed his eyes, letting go of the long blonde strands of hair that felt so nice twined through his fingers. Then he swung the gun around and hit K in the jaw with all the force he could summon. He felt more than saw K’s body twist around and land on the concrete floor with a sickening smack.



Hiro moved then, tackling Tohma and knocking the gun to the floor where it span madly for a moment and then slid over the edge, landing somewhere in the street below.





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