Damned American

Upon entering the largest, corner, office of the NG, K-san was quite worked up. Having laid his plans into motion, then storming through the many halls of the building trying to quell the anger burning deep in his belly.

Coming to the desired doorway, the manager knocked once then entered the office.

“Why bother knocking, K-san, when you just come in regardless?” the pissy man answered standing near the large windows.

“Because it suits me, that’s why,” K told him, going to stand next to the other. “What do you think of Bad Luck?”

Looking at the other blond out of the corner of his teal eye, an elegantly shaped brow rose, “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Curious maybe?” he answered with a Cheshire grin.

“tsk..tsk..K, now you know that’s not good enough for me,” Touma crooned, turning to fully face him. “Now, be a good boy and tell me what you have been up to today. You are being rather…strange, well stranger than usual.”

“Whatever do you mean, Seguchi-sama? Me? Strange? What wonders this world’s coming to!” K played with the President.

“Why can’t you ever give a straight answer?” he murmured acidly, growing weary of K’s game.

“Why can’t you?” K shot back, loving the power he felt toying with Touma. The man has the most interesting ‘pissed off’ faces in all of Japan.

“Cut the shit, American, or get out. I am in no mood today,” Touma told him with an icy tone, turning back to the view out the window.

Not taking the over the top hint to leave, K just chuckled where he stood. “Be words for you Touma, and in with the discriminatory phrasing. What a big man you’ve become.”

The visible flinch to K’s words knotted the manager’s stomach. It was one thing to banter a little with Seguchi, but to piss him off is another plane entirely. One small step in all…

“Touma, I really would like to know what you think of Bad Luck, as their manager I have a right to know.”

“You’re not letting this go are you?” he said exasperated, the right hand coming up to rub his brow. A massive head ache was brewing behind those calculating eyes.

“Nope.”

“Fine,” Touma sighed, “I think they have talent, and are progressing nicely. Shuichi tends to be over the top, but that appeals to his audience. Hiroshi is one of the few guitarists in a J-pop band and adds much to the group. Fujisaki in turn complements the others, he’s able take any lyrics that Shuichi can come up with and make the song into a masterpiece. Is that good enough for you K-san, or should I go into psychological thesis on them?”

“That’s quite alright, Seguchi-san, I have my own thoughts in that matter. But, would you answer one question for me? Before you say a thing, let me just say your cooperation will be rewarded greatly. I have something you would die to get your hands on.”

Unable to pass up an opportunity such as this, Touma laughed, “Well, well, you have something I would ‘die’ to get my hands on huh? We shall see about that. What is your question, K?”

Smiling at his boss, the American asked, “Would you please follow me? I have something that I wish to show you.”

“Of course. Now, my question,” he smirked back at the other man, “Where the hell did you find that picture of me?”

“Ah, how did I know that would come up?,” K chuckled, “Come with me and I will tell you everything.”

The two blond men exited out of the President’s office together, walking through the hall talking casually as two old friends would. Keeping the topic light, that is until they reached a more…private area. Once they were heading in the desired location, Touma once again brought up his question, “K-san, tell me now. Where did you find it?”

Stopping in his tracks, K turned to face Seguchi, “Alright, I give. Do you see that door over there?” The long haired male pointed towards a simple cherry wood door, not ten feet away from the pair.

Clearly getting agitated, Touma sighed in frustration, “Yes, K, seeing as I am not blind I do see the door.”

“Knock off the pissy act Seguchi, you can never do it as well as Shindou on a Yuki break up,” K laughed only making matters worse.

“K…”

“Fine, fine, behind that door is the reason AND way I found out about your little fetish. You see, there was this quaint web site online, and it just so happened to be featuring the members of Nittle Grasper. You, in your most stunning glory, took up the home page. Behind that, seemingly innocent, door is the bane of everyone’s misfortune of late.”

“K,” Touma hissed, “For your sake I do hope this is not a joke.”

Whirling on his heel, he walked stiffly towards the door. Pulling open the brass handle, the man was totally unprepared for the site that had be felled his eyes…

“What the fuck,” were the only audible words that formed out of his mouth.

Standing in the middle of the doorway, Touma just starred. Nakano was currently undressing his younger cousin, while the black haired boy was licking the other’s cock like a candy cane. Both were enjoying the ministrations, that is if the moaning was anything to judge by.

“Hiro, I don’t really like you. I mean I don’t think I do, but I do like that taste of your dick. I like the way it just slides in and out of my mouth like a silky lollipop,” Suguru rambled, all the while delicately licking strips of flesh down Hiroshi’s throbbing penis.

“I like your mouth on my dick Fujisaki,” Hiro told him, lightly running his finger’s though the talented artist’s hair.

Touma just could not look away from them, knowing it was wrong to stare, and even worse to be aroused by it but it was the truth. His own pants crowding, flesh stretching with every thrust of Hiroshi’s hips, mouth salivating with every groan from his cousin.

‘Damn you K! This is your doing,’ Touma screamed to himself, still staring.

“Do you see what’s in front of you?” K asked from behind the aroused man.

“K, this isn’t funny. What’s going on?” he asked, voice heavy and rasping.

“Well, the boys are currently high as kites Touma, but they are the ones who are tormenting the staff. The get off ruining people’s lives for their own pleasure, well maybe not ’ruin’ but they do wreak havoc,” K told him. Pointing at the two on the floor, he went on, “You see, Suguru was the one who shot the photo, Shuichi the one who posted it on the web page. Hiroshi’s the quiet one who bides their time to pull the little pranks. One would never suspect this from those three, or maybe they do but are too afraid to say anything.”

“What are you talking about K?”

“They have been doing this for a long while Touma, at least a year. It all started with a fight with Yuki-san.”

“YUKIIIIIIIIIIII please come back!” a scream jolted the two observers from their locked gazes. “GET BACK HERE! Don’t run away from me! You just wait until I get my hands on you, you will regret the day you ever crossed me!” he cried, chasing the ’running away’ Yuki. The wayward lover he was chasing was his shadow that was always one step ahead of him.

Narrowed blue eyes bore deep into the smirking maniac’s, “K, what did you do to them?”

“OH, they will be fine in a few hours Seguchi-san. Consider this their ’just desserts’.”

“Nakano-san, am I being good enough for your gun now? I want to see it shoot for me!” Fujisaki pouted lightly. “Please make it shoot for me?”

“Well would ya look at that?” K laughed loudly, stunning the party of three out of their…activities. “Suguru likes guns too!”

“WAAAAAAAAA!!!!!” Shuichi screeched, stopping dead at the sight of the two blond men. Running toward them, a funny mixture of wobbling and tripping over his feet, he haphazardly approached them. “I see you Yuki, you can’t fool me with making yourself look like two of you!”

“Shindou, will you please calm down,” Touma sighed, “I am not Eiri.”

“C..C..Cousin?” Fujisaki asked, hiding behind the guitarist’s open pants.

“Seguchi-san?” Hiro stuttered, looking at the blushing President.

“Boys,” Touma stressed the word, trying not to look at them splayed out on the floor looking all to comfy. “What are you doing?”

“I..I don’t really know,” the younger man spoke, looking a himself then Hiro than back at himself, a funny look gracing his face. Both boys faces had a crimson flush lining their cheeks.

“YUUUKKIIIII,” Shuichi yelped, glomping Touma. A lop sided grin falling off his mouth, “lets go play, I wanna fuck.”

At the heavy weight of the flying Shuichi, Touma toppled over backward landing hard onto the floor. Arms flailing, legs spread open hugging the crying Bad Luck singer, “MR. Shindou! Would you please get off!”

Snickering loudly at the two wiggling masses on the floor, the blond could not hold back, “Well, by the looks of it he all ready is.”

Shooting death like daggers at the idiot American, Touma finally lost his fraying temper. Screaming the words out at the tops of his lungs, he yelled, “K YOU ARE NOT FUCKING HELPING! Get off your ass and get him off of me!” His small arms, as talented as they may be, held no real strength. So the pushing he was doing was having no real affect, other then making the two look very nefarious.

“Oh, Seguchi, if only you could find the humor in all this!,” K chortled, going to squat next to the two, “If only you could see it from my point of view.”

“OH, YUKI!” the pink worming man moaned loudly, while trying to crawl into the fallen man’s skin. “Come on Yuki, move or something! I am not doing all the work this time, you lazy ass!” he yelled, growing very frustrated at the lack on movement from his ‘lover’.

“Suguru, would ya look at that,” Hiro whispered to the cowering boy hiding behind his clothing, “I always had a feeling your cousin was gay.”

“I AM NOT GAY! I AM FRIGGIN’ MARRIED!”

“Hey, he has a temper!” K laughed, “And here I thought the man would never show it. Go Seguchi!”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, You fucking American DOLT! Get him off NOW!” Touma finally lost it, not that he truly had it to begin with folks, but you get the clue. The blond keyboardist was totally freaking out under Shuichi’s not-so-gentle touches. The boy grew more and more aggravated with the lack of friction, and it was beginning to wreak havoc with his body.

K leaned close into Touma’s ear, whispering acidly, “You better watch it, I know your dirty little secrets Seguchi.” The manger’s large hand reaches down to pet the angry man, “Do you really want the whole of NG to see how pretty your legs look in heels? We could arrange a little…photo session. Your pictures posted along the halls would be an improvement to the ‘pea green’ you have chosen.”

Gasping, and stilling under Shuichi, Touma just stared at the smirking man standing near him. ‘Is he serious?’ by the frightening look in the other’s eyes, the truth was hiding behind the twinkling orbs. Under the skin they were essentially the same, and that’s not a very good thing.

Sweating bullets and trying to get Shuichi’s hands from traveling any farther down his khaki’s, Touma swallowed his pride for once and asked, “Would you please help me K-san?”

Smiling like a wolf to his rabbit, K’s smooth voice whispered across Touma’s ear, “All you ever had to do was ask…Seguchi-sama.” The name honorific was a drawled hiss of his voice, sending sinfully delicious shivers racing down his spine.

“Shindou! Get off the man or I am telling Yuki you cheated with Ryu!” K hollered at the molester.

Blinking rapidly at the words his manager was barking, Shuichi looked down and started to freak out! This was not his lover! This was the president! And if K told Yuki that he cheated with Ryu, which he didn’t think he did, and told him about Seguchi! OHHH, the world will end in a few choice words!

“EEEEEEEEKKKKK!” Shuichi screeched, jumping from the prone Touma. Looking all the while like a wild animal caught in a trap, well in a way he was. “What’s going on here?!”

“It appears you are having your way with Seguchi-san. Shuichi are you well?” K asked with a smirk, knowing full well what was wrong with the boy. The ‘special’ brownies had done their job beautifully.

“I am NOT doing Touma! That man scares the shit outta me! You can’t ever trust a man with a feather duster!” Shuichi rambled, the rest of his rant was just a jumble of words not really making sense.

“YOOOUUUUUU!” Touma wailed, throwing a ‘girlie’ punch at Shuichi’s jaw. “K wasn’t lying, you DID post that picture!”

Shuichi stumbled back, scrambling to his feet while dancing away from Touma’s wayward fists. The man was clearly not a fighter, that showed in the wobbly punches, but it only takes one lucky shot for a nice bruise.

“SHUICHI! Knock that off!” Hiro called out, not bothering to get up off the floor. One, his legs still wouldn’t listen. Two, Fujisaki was wrapped around his pants and wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

“Awww, shucks Hiroshi, you ruin all my fun!” K pouted. “Can’t I play for a little longer? I wanna see who wins, five bucks on Shuichi!”

“NO, ten on Touma!” Suguru shouted.

While the betting pool was growing rapidly, the two in question were starting to get interesting. From the hair pulling, to the hissing and fang baring, down to the inevitable cat clawing!

“Get over here you little man Bitch! How dare you do that to me! Do you have any idea who the hell you are DEALING with!” Touma screamed, chasing Shuichi around the conference table. The pink haired youth was a slippery little worm when he wanted to be, having ducked a messy punch from the other he ran around to the safety of the table.

“No on your life sissy boy!” Shuichi yelled back, voice breaking with every screeched word. “You deserve every thing you got! You play innocent, you bastard, but you’re not! You’re…you’re…you’re a ROTTEN SCHEMING COY SELFISH SLUT OF A MAN WHO WANTS TO BANG MYYYY YUKI AND ARE JEALOUS CAUSE HE STICKS HIS DICK UP MY ASS EVERY NIGHT! You say you’re not gay, but the hardness jutting from your crotch speaks volumes, Seguchi-SAMA, the site of them rutting on the floor hardens your cock and you CAN’T deny it! And, your own cousin at that!” The insults just kept coming, round and round he ran spitting out every thing that has been bothering him, watching the other’s eyes grow wide with every word. “You fucking incest lovin’ pervert!”

That was the last straw for the blond, having NEVER been on the other end of a verbal thrashing, he was stunned for a few minutes. Not noticing that all movement in the office has ceased, he stilled himself completely. The anger was bubbling up into his throat spreading a wildfire of rage through his system. Teal eyes bore deep into the other. “Oh, Shuichi, do you feel better now?” Touma crooned, his voice sounding far away even to him. “I know it must be hard, being in your condition. You try and try, yet still you are never heard are you? You poor boy.” Nittle Grasper’s own blond demon’s words sliced through the other, each laced with conviction and pity. Two thing that Shuichi could never deal with. He was belittling him, and Shuichi knew it.

Even while the fire scorched the insides, Touma’s voice remained and icy calm. “You are just so desperate for attention that you have stooped to pulling pranks to get noticed. What are you pissed about? Your record sales? OR the fact that Nittle Grasper is being featured on every hit TV show, and Bad Luck has bleed nicely into the back drop? Oh, I bet I know what it is. It’s the fact that Eiri comes to ME when he needs a loving touch. Not some brat who can’t see past his own spiteful nose!”

Both men screamed a battle cry as they charged one anther, forgetting that the table was blocking their way. Touma, being the first to see the obstruction, climbed over it scrambling across to throttle Shuichi. Arms, legs, and claws were flailing in all directions as they fought on the table top, but they didn’t take into consideration that it was a high gloss and very slippery!

Once again they topple over and fell hard to the floor. “OOFFF” Shuichi cried landing hard knocking the wind from his chest.

“FUCK!” Touma screeched, holding an awkwardly bent wrist. “I’m gonna kill you Shindou! You broke my fucking wrist! HOW THE FUCK CAN I PLAY IF I CAN’T MOVE MY WRIST, YOU BASTARDDDDDDD!” The man finally snapped, tears ran wild from his eyes as the damn crashed down letting the emotion file through. Heaving sobs racked his slender body as he clutched his broken wrist. Looking, with a mixture of deviance and sadness, at the shocked Shuichi, he literally cried, “WHAT did I ever do to YOU!”

Tears were leaking from Shuichi’s eyes as well, as he witnessed Touma’s break down. The horrid feeling that was tearing him apart was so strong that he couldn’t even find a name for it.

Crawling over to Touma, Shuichi approached him with caution not completely trusting that the man would truly kill him. “I’m sorry Seguchi-sama, please don’t cry!” Shindou wailed, feeling truly sorry for what he has done to the other man. “I didn’t mean to hurt you! It’s all Yuki’s fault!”

Sniffling, Touma inquired, “Eiri’s fault? How so?”

“He is such a jerk sometimes! He’s insufferable! I love him so much and he’s a complete bastard to me, and I got sick of being a door mat so I fought back. Is that so bad? To want to be more than what you’re treated as?” Wiping away the tears that made his vision blurry, he went on voice rasping, “So one day I paid him back for being the ass hole that he is, and it felt good. SO good, ya know?! For once I had control and I liked it.”

“Are you two done the tear-fest?” K asked, getting bored with this now that they aren’t fighting any longer.

“K-san, you have such a way with words,” Fujisaki grumbled. “Let’s just call you MR. TACT!”

“NO COMMENTS FROM THE PEANUT GALLERY!” The three all yelled at the same time, the laughing at their coordinated outburst.

“You are the weakest link,” Hiro giggled at Fujisaki’s disgruntled look, “Good-bye.”

“I’m…we’re…sorry Touma for what we’ve done to you, it really wasn’t meant to be for you…just Yuki.” Shuichi apologized.

“We’re? Who’s we?” Touma asked?

“Oh, me and the guys from Bad Luck, they other’s helped me when I needed it.”

“Yeah, sorry Seguchi-san,” Hiroshi told him, followed by the nod from his cousin.

Getting up from the floor the two men looked at each other wearily, both knowing it would take a long while for them to get over this day. Gathering his wounded wrist close to his body, Touma makes his way towards the open door. “K-san would you please take care them while I head to the ER, I need to have this set before it’s injured further.”

“Yeah, sure, you want me to come with you? Or call you a cab or something?” K asked, worried about the other man. His anger seemed to have deflated rapidly, and knowing full well what that meant, K was very cautious when dealing with the man. Nothing good can come with such a drastic turn around. Perhaps, should he warn Bad Luck of the upcoming retribution that Touma is most likely going to enforce? Or, should he just sit back and enjoy the fireworks? This IS K people, do I really have to write it?!

“I am fine, I just need to stop off in my office for a moment and then I will head to the hospital,” he told the others quietly, walking from the room.

The four remaining occupants just stared in wonder at the fleeting form of Seguchi, it was kind of scary seeing him so docile. Almost at once, the three Bad Luck members gasps scrambling to their feet gracelessly.

“Cousin!”

“Seguchi-san!” Hiro and Shuichi yelled in unison. Shuichi adding to the outburst, “Don’t go to your office!”

“Steer clear of Sakano!” Fujisaki hollered at Touma, but the man was already gone and never heard their shouts.

The fiasco having ended for the member of Bad Luck, they are found out and there’s no point in going on when every one knows who’s behind it! So the three hellion’s reign has come to an end, and all was well in the land of Nittle Grasper, Bad Luck, and the NG. YEAH RIGHT, this IS gravitation!

You see, Touma DID make it to his little corner office, and he did see Mr. Sakano. Well, he saw the naked, aroused, form of him lounging in his favorite leather chair. Which, of course, is going to have to be throw out now! The loud, screaming, voice of Seguchi Touma bellowed through the NG, jolting the three pranksters into a terrible fright! Two choice phrases were heard that day, ‘SHUICHI’ and ‘I AM NOT GAY!’.


OWARI
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WELL, I am finally DONE. HELL HATH FROZE OVER I FINISHED ONE! *wipes brow*…I never thought I would end this, it just kept going on and on and on! I just couldn’t find a good spot to end, so this will have to do.

Any question, comment, or criticism please lemme know! I love hearing from you readers, you really do help me better my skills! This is completed for now, but I am thinking about a squeal. What do you, as the readers, think?

For some reason, I can’t get the vision of Touma crossed dressed as the French maid out of my head! OR the other ‘dresses’ for that matter. I just love the mental image of him totally dressed up like that! Well, I am done for now! See ya all later!

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