JUST LOSE IT

(A/N)Well, just stating the fact that I love Gravitation…and K is my ultimate favourite character. This fic is slash...yaoi...guy on guy love, you know. And it’s Tohma/K. Why them you might ask, well simply because I’ve never seen that pairing done before. So here goes.I have changed the spelling of Touma to Tohma although i am not sure which is right as i have seen it both ways...hmm anyway please please be kind and review, Please enjoy…and REVIEW!!!

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JUST LOSE IT


K sighed and removed a loose strand of blonde hair from his face. He had been working so hard all afternoon; phoning important business people, booking concerts gigs. He had even had to use his gun a couple of times as well.

But now it was nearly eleven o’clock at night, and he was still at NG, sitting in his office, by himself.

And he was always by himself when it really came down to it, because he never saw Judy. She was living in America after all, getting it on with Ark. Or at least K suspected as much. After all, Judy was a beautiful, sexual woman, what else was she supposed to do when she had a husband that she never saw?

And it wasn’t like K minded; she could fuck whomever she wanted. So could he, for that matter.

The trouble was there was no one left for him to do the dirty deed with. Shuichi had Yuki (though he would prefer the novelist to the singer any day), Hiro had Ayaka, Suguru was a little boy for Christ’s sake, Sakano was far too annoying and Tohma had Mika…and Yuki.

Not that Touma was seeing Yuki, K knew he wasn’t. Despite Yuki’s protests K could see that the writer had eyes only for Shuichi, that pink haired baka.

So that left Ryuichi. Well, there was no doubt that Ryu was good looking, and when he was onstage he looked completely hot. But he always behaved like such a child. That might have amused K at one point in his life, but now he just wanted something more.

With another audible sigh he pushed his chair back from the desk a little and loosened his tie. For some reason unknown to him the air conditioning in his office had broken down the day before. Of course he had ranted and raved when it happened and threatened bloody murder at the repair man who was ill and wouldn’t be able to fix it for at least a week.

K smirked as he remembered pulling his gun on the man, scaring people shitless always gave him a thrill. He looked at his gun fondly; it lay on the desk beside his computer, just waiting for him to lose his temper again.
Then he slid forward and lay back a little in his chair, perhaps he could just sleep for a while. He was sure nobody else was in the building so he wouldn’t have to worry about getting caught napping on the job. It was just, he was so tired. Tired of never seeing his son, tired of never getting any action, tired of looking into Tohma’s cold, calculating face, tired of pretending to Judy that he was completely straight. K suddenly wondered if he was depressed…it seemed like it. He then glanced once more at his gun and wondered if he should kill himself, luckily he rather thought that he was too depressed to bother.

Then, with a final sigh, he fell asleep: his large blue eyes fluttering closed and his arms falling limp at his sides.


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Around an hour later K awoke to pitch darkness. He rolled his eyes; the lights had probably broken as well. Some office he had!

K sat up a little in his chair and felt his blood run cold as he heard a noise coming from behind him. Perhaps his lights weren’t broken, he thought nervously. Perhaps someone had turned them out.

K felt a shiver run down his back and he instinctively reached out a hand for his gun. But it wasn’t there, he ran his hand all over the desk, it had definetly gone. In his head K cursed himself. Here he was alone in the dark, unarmed and someone was behind him. He supposed he should turn around, face whoever it was. But something was holding him back; it was like he couldn’t turn around. He was too afraid of what he would see. Why oh why did he ever allow himself to fall asleep?

“Who’s there?” he demanded, putting as much authority into his voice as was possible.

There was no answer, but K could hear a slight movement and then he felt something. The person was standing right behind his chair, their fingers tangling in his long blonde ponytail. K shuddered violently but didn’t move; it was almost as if he was glued to the seat.

“Who’s there?” he repeated, his voice somehow managing to sound like that of a frightened child.

The person behind him clicked their tongue soothingly. “Now don’t be afraid my pretty.”

K froze, he knew that voice….

“You have such beautiful hair, so long and golden…sometimes I just want to rip it out, and sometimes I want to breathe it in, like this.” The person leant down and buried his face in K’s hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo.

Meanwhile K was growing more frightened and bewildered by the minute. If he was right, and this person was who he thought it was; then what the hell was going on?
The person stood up again and yanked K’s head back fully. K cried out, the pain washing over him sharply. He looked up, hoping to see the person’s face but they were in shadow.

Slowly the hands released his hair and he was able to put his head forward again. Then, in disbelief, K felt something cold and hard pressing between his shoulder blades. It was a gun, his gun!

He had had enough…it was time to confront the person.

“Tohma?” he asked tentatively, praying he was right. Praying it wasn’t just some psycho off of the street. Although, he wasn’t entirely sure which would be worse.

Behind him the person laughed and pressed the gun even harder into K’s back. “Yes it’s me,” he said cheerfully. “Your mystery attacker.”

K smiled in relief at Tohma’s cheerful voice, not noticing that the other man still had the gun pressed against him. “Whew, you really had me freaked there for a second you know!” he confessed. “So anyway, it’s late, I had better be going.” K made a movement as if to get up from his chair and leave but he was soon stopped by the feel of the gun at his temple. Slowly he sank back into the black office chair.

“Tohma?” he asked hesitantly, “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a taste of your own medicine,” Tohma said silkily. “How does it feel to be on the wrong end of your own gun K?”

K swallowed but remained silent, willing this all to be a dream. He had always known Tohma was a little…odd, but this was genuinely scaring him, and K wasn’t easily scared.

The gun pressed harder into his temple and then K felt Tohma’s other hand stroking the side of his face. The lithe fingers danced across his cheeks and over his half closed eyelids before reaching his open mouth. There they stroked his lips, causing a blush to rise on K’s cheeks.

“Wha….?” K began but he was silenced by Tohma who placed a finger over his mouth.

“Shut up K.” he ordered softly, his voice terribly close to K’s ear. “Shall I tell you what this is all about?”

K nodded dumbly.

“I was sitting in my office earlier, finishing off some work when I glanced over at my security room cameras. And there you were, slumped in your chair, looking as if the world had abandoned you. I must say I was surprised to see you that way. You looked so….vulnerable.”

K shivered as Tohma’s breath ghosted across his cheek.

“You irritate me K, I won’t pretend you don’t. But along with that irritation, there is fascination. You always want to be so dominant, eager to scare people into losing control. What I’ve always wondered is what you would look like if you lost control. Through fear…or other…methods.”

Tohma licked K’s cheek, earning a strangled choking sound from the seated man. Tohma pressed the gun harder against K’s head.

“I could shoot you right now,” he said with a smile. “Or I could do other things. I could make you lose control in a different way. I always wondered K, if your pupils would dilate like they’re doing right now, so your eyes would be almost black.”

K moaned and Tohma stroked his hand down the manager’s neck, unbuttoning the plain white shirt. He slid his hand inside and placed it over the centre of K’s chest.

“I wondered if your heart would beat so fast like this, like a little jackrabbit.”

Tohma slid his hand over and toyed with K’s nipples in turn, bringing them to hardness in seconds.
K closed his eyes, the light from the moon outside was shining brightly in the room now and he didn’t want to see Tohma’s face. He didn’t want Tohma to see the arousal in his eyes, or the humiliation. Here he was, being sexually abused at gun point and he had to go and get a hard on from it. It was humiliating.

Suddenly Tohma yanked his head back again and captured his moth in a rough, possessive kiss. K couldn’t help it, he moaned into Tohma’s mouth, regretting his response a second later.

“How long has it been K? How long has it been since you last lost control? I don’t think Judy can give you much pleasure anymore, since she is in America, fucking that other guy…Ark. How long since you’ve thrown you head back and screamed K? I want to make you scream.”

K let the other man’s words wash over him and he opened his mouth. “This is just a game isn’t it?” he whispered.

Tohma laughed lightly, “Of course it is, you’re my fun tonight.”

K blinked unprepared at the sudden tears welling up in his eyes. What the fuck was this? He never cried. But still he was unable to stop a small tear escaping his eye and running down his hot cheek.

Tohma licked it hungrily. “Look at the progress we’re making here K, you’re crying. I bet you haven’t cried in so long. Why not let it all out, let me see your pain.”
K shook his head but even as he did so a fresh wave of tears fell, unbidden, down his cheeks. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He felt like a puppet, Tohma’s little toy. The other man was bringing forth all these feelings inside him, feelings K had never known he had.

Then Tohma’s wandering hand moved lower, brushing against K’s thighs, desperately close to its goal. K bit his lip to stop another moan but it broke through anyway, increasing in volume as Tohma’s hand closed over his erection.

“Oh yes K!” Tohma whispered breathily and K realised with a start that the other man was just as aroused as he was. But K had no time for thought as Tohma slowly began to rub him through the thick denim of his jeans.

K gripped the sides of the chair with his hands, his knuckles nearly which as he willed himself not to thrust up into Tohma’s touch.

“Give in K,” Tohma encouraged. “Let yourself go, you know you want to. You can’t stop me,” He said seriously, emphasising his point by pressing the gun even harder against K. “I have the power, so just give into me…lose control.”

With that he unbuttoned K’s fly and slid his hand over the exposed flesh, pumping him hard and fast.

K let out a throaty cry; he was almost mindless now with need. He could barely hear Tohma anymore; he barely knew who he was anymore.

Tohma kissed the side of his face and licked the still falling tears away. “You are so beautiful K,” he hissed. “So wonderful like this, hot and willing and all mine, at least for now. I like you better this way, when you aren’t shouting your mouth off. I like you better quiet and submissive…it turns me on.”

K thrashed a little in his chair, nearing his release. It was painful, it was humiliating but at the same time, it was freeing.

“Scream for me darling.” Tohma said into his ear.

With that K came, his body shuddering as he called out Tohma’s name over and over. Behind him Tohma smiled and kissed the top of his head gently.

Then he walked in front of K and set the gun back down on the desk. K watched him blearily, his blue eyes dazed and amazed.

“Feel better now?” Tohma said with a smirk. “You know, you can’t be in control all the time K.”

Then, without further ado, he left, leaving K alone in the dark.


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(A/N) okay, so whaddya think? Please review and let me know…and I may continue it!!!