Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ A Devil's Promise ❯ I dream of making you pay ( Chapter 2 )

Pairing/Fandom: Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation
Theme: #21. Alone Time or “When I think about you, I touch myself.”

Title: I dream about making you pay
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or this series. If I did, Taki would’ve had a much, much bigger role in the series.

Notes: Odd, odd, odd again. Contains random mentions of Tohma/Mika. For those who are wondering, for the purpose of this fic, they have a very, very open relationship.

He was a married man, but Tohma loved nothing more than to collect lovers. The marriage had always been an open one to begin with, as both he and his wife were people who relished their freedom above all else. So there wasn’t any guilt to be felt. But, he still considered it a private hobby, one he didn’t wish to share with her. Mika’s critical eye would have demolished any lover he had. It was hard to think of a person in quite the same way after Mika had her way with them.

Right now though, he would have liked to subject Taki to a verbal ripping apart by Mika. That would have been the perfect revenge to have on someone who had stood him up. The only foreseeable problem was that Taki would have probably enjoyed the verbal sparring too much, being about as big a bitch as Mika.

Tohma sat up, looking at the alarm clock. By now, Taki had kept him waiting a whole hour. Grabbing his phone, Tohma dialed the singer’s number, and waited impatiently for about twelve rings before he hung up. He reclined back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. The hotel room was going to go waste, which irritated him greatly. Money was no object to him, but unlike most members of his social class, Tohma disliked any sort of extravagant waste.

He had known that Taki hadn’t been keen about coming this night. Something about a family emergency. Which really translated to: “No, I’m not coming, disgusting pervert. Go play with yourself.” He was going to have to do something about the singer’s attitude eventually, as amusing as it was.

Lying back down on the bed, Tohma stretched out, sighing to himself. Being made to go with out was criminal and immoral. He was definitely talking to Taki about this, making sure that he understood that when Tohma said to meet him somewhere that it was an order, not a request.

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It was stupid to bail out on Tohma Seguchi. Hell, it was stupid to do anything that would have pissed the man off. Taki hadn’t really cared though. He wasn’t going to drop everything at a moment’s notice just to get the guy off. It didn’t matter what the deal between them had been, Taki wasn’t about to give up all of his freedom to the man’s monstrous appetites. Besides, didn’t he have a wife for that?

It was getting annoying ignoring the phone though. He’d had ex-girlfriends who were less annoying, far less annoying than him. He’d gone to the trouble of leaving all his phones off the hook and shutting off the cell phone after a bit to save his sanity. He didn’t fear Tohma coming to his apartment either. The older man had revealed early on that he didn’t like bringing his lovers to his home or going to their homes. Apparently he felt it was in poor taste to do so. More like he didn’t want to dirty himself with any place he considered beneath him.

The singer was reclining against the couch, the tv turned off. He was dreading the next time he ran into Tohma, truly dreading it. The man would be pissed off. But, he couldn’t have stood to go tonight. He just wasn’t in the mood for it and couldn’t have gotten it up if he wanted to tonight. It wasn’t his fault that Tohma was an insatiable nymphomaniac. It’d probably do the man some good to go without.

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Tohma groaned as he sat up, no longer able to ignore the problem he’d had, as much as he wanted to. He piled up the pillows and leaned against them, then slowly began to undo his pants. He resented masturbation, truth be told. It seemed like a mundane act, one that was beneath him. Maybe it was his upper class upbringing, which had taught him that such acts were immoral and wrong, the providence of the lesser classes. Or maybe he just preferred to have a partner, someone with whom he could turn sex into an art.

It didn’t matter what the reason was though, because he was being forced to do it and it was all Taki’s fault. He’d make the younger man regret leaving him alone like this. Later on this week, he’d so regret it. As Tohma began to stroke his member, he could already visualize all sorts of things he could do to Taki. The younger man would regret abandoning him.

Tohma moaned as he imagined things that were best left to the imagination. The Taki in his mind looked really delicious when he squirmed, vulnerable, weak and helpless, the arrogant smirk wiped off of his face. Each stroke was accompanied by another vengeful thought, which he couldn’t quite act on, least it permanent damage the other man. Squeezing lightly, more destruction was planned in his mind.

When he finally came, it was with an angry cry. He fell back, still angry, but with out the energy to care anymore. He raked a hand through his sweaty hair, sighing to himself in aggravation. Doing things like this made him feel so unclean, so common, that he couldn’t stand it. His existence was defined by the power he had over others. He was capable of being on his own, but that’s not what his power was for.

He was meant to hold dominion over others, especially others like Taki. Because there was no worse crime than to not know your place. And Taki had committed that crime in spades. He was worse than a dog. Dogs had a sense of loyalty towards their masters; Taki only cared for himself in the end.

This was fine normally, as long as it didn’t inconvenience Tohma. But, Taki seemed to like inconveniencing others, especially Tohma. “He was probably thinking something along the lines of, ‘what’s the worse that could happen? I guess I’ll just have to show him what the worst is…”