Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ A Devil's Promise ❯ Visible Weakness ( Chapter 5 )

Pairing/Fandom: Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation
Theme: #1. Anonymity, or, "Taken by the Faceless Stranger," #2. The Audience,

Title: Visible Weakness
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Otherwise, Taki would be in the series a whole lot more.

Notes: Yes, this is horribly cliché, but I wanted to do it anyways, so here we are.

Warnings: Cheesy clichedneess, mentions of masturbation oral

One of the problems with walking through the crowds of fans had always been the hands that were everywhere. Tohma always found himself being groped in strange places in strange ways. With fame and good looks came great danger he supposed, but sometimes it verged on being ludicrous. At least no one was tearing his clothing this time. Nonetheless, he was not amused.

The moment he was behind the podium, Tohma felt a wave of relief wash over him. It may not have been much protection, but he was away from the crowds for the moment. He started talking when he felt something start caressing his thigh. As the pressure from the touch increased, it became obvious that it was a hand touching him and that it was coming from the podium. He thought he felt long nails, but he wasn’t sure.

He should have stopped and looked down or called for security. Except, for some reason he couldn‘t seem to do anything but look at the crowd and keep on speaking. When the hand reached up and undid his fly, Tohma about choked, but managed to keep talking, despite his wish to just run away. As he felt himself being stroked, it was all he could do to keep his voice even and level. He was sweating and shaking by now. When lips touched him though, he felt tears begin to form in his eyes. Yet, he was still talking, still making eye contact with the audience. And when he came, he screamed aloud and…

Woke up with a gasp. He looked around the room blurry eyed, his hair disheveled. He was not in front of millions of people, humiliating himself. He was naked, underneath crisp, cotton sheets, laying on a nice, comfy bed. He looked next to him to see Taki, curled up under the sheets still asleep or more likely, pretending. Memories of the night came back to Tohma, memories that had very little to do with the public speaking part of the weird dream. He nudged him in annoyance.

“What?” Taki muttered, not moving, despite his acknowledgement.

“You heard me cry out, didn’t you?”

“Oh, that’s what it was?”

Tohma pushed at him in annoyance. “You can at least pretend to care.”

“Okay fine. What did you dream about?” The sarcasm in his voice was obvious, but Tohma chose not to slap him. Taki was that way by nature, especially when you were annoying. Tohma calmly stated the dream, levelly and calmly, feeling strange about it. Taki waited patiently before he snickered.

“You’re afraid of public speaking, aren’t you? You of all people.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are. You were getting blowed in front of millions of people. So yeah, I think you do.” And once again, he could hear some snickering, though this time it was muffled by a pillow.

Tohma laid down on his back. “So tell me, if I have a fear of public speaking, why would I be dreaming about this now, when I’ve been doing it for years and years without a misstep?”

“Hmmm, have a big speech coming up or something?”

“No.”

“Then never mind I was wrong. It has nothing to do with public speaking. You’re just feeling incredibly guilty and vulnerable right now. Or some shit like that.”

“Where do you get that from?”

“Your dream involves receiving head head, in front of millions of people and you could be caught at any moment. It’s so obvious.” Tohma found Taki’s tone of voice annoyingly condescended but chose to ignore it.

“You’re making that up!”

“Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t really care as long as you shut the hell up.” Tohma’s forehead scrunched up and he then glomped onto Taki hard and started rubbing against him.

“Can I at least get some relief? That dream disturbed more than just my mind.” Tohma purred as he rubbed his erection against Taki to emphasize the point.

“Again?”

“Mmmmmhmmm.”

“Do it yourself this time.” Taki pulled away roughly.

“No, I insist you play along.” Tohma muttered in annoyance as he reached around and tried to grab Taki’s cock, only to find one of Taki’s hands restraining him. Before Tohma could use his other hand, Tohma had caught that one as well. “You have to go to sleep sometime.”

“Then I’ll just leave, like I should have done.” Taki tried to get up, but was unsuccessful due to the fact that he was still gripping Tohma’s wrists.

“Remember our conversation earlier? About how it was too far for you to drive so late at night?”

“I’m still going.” Even though Taki said it, he didn’t try to move this time.

“I’ll jump you if you try to leave. You know I can do it.” Taki turned so that he was facing him and glared. “Fine, I guess I‘ll just have to use the current situation to my advantage.” Tohma shifted closer so that he was pressed up right against him.

“H-hey-” Tohma closed his mouth over Taki’s at that moment, causing the rest of the sentence to be muffled. He began to rub his erection against Taki even harder, keeping his mouth on the other’s the whole time.

Taki’s hands only tightened their grip on Tohma’s wrists, to the point of being almost painful. Tohma broke off the kiss after a moment. “Are you going to let go?”

“No.”

“So you’re going to make both of us suffer?” Taki merely glowered at Tohma, who giggled and then started rubbing against him even more. “Fine then.” Tohma could tell that Taki was hard as well now and was sorely tempted to avoid touch him there, as a punishment. But, in the end, he decided that he could torture Taki much better if he actually included him.

Tohma made sure his cock was laying against Taki’s and began to slowly rub against him. He smiled at the look on Taki’s face, which was somewhere between terror and ecstasy. He’d make sure Taki learned to obey him, even if it killed the both of them. As he continued to rub against Taki, he made sure to keep that smile in place, no matter what.

Taki was biting his lower lip as he glared at him, his finger nails digging into Tohma’s wrists. Tohma ignored the pain though, telling himself that he’d tell Taki off later. He was so close right now and so was Taki. He started to move a little faster now, just enough to ensure that Taki would be the first one to come.

Which Taki did, but not before gripping Tohma’s wrist to a point that was just short of crushing. And as Tohma himself came, he had to wonder if he was a little masochistic to be turned on by the pain. Taki’s voice seemed to chime in at the convenient moment, as if he had read his mind. “You’re a sick, sick bastard.”

“If you aren’t going to comfort me by lending me a friendly ear, then I think I have a right to your body.” Tohma was examining his wrists carefully now. They were throbbing and he could tell there would be bruises tomorrow. Plus, in some of the spots where Taki’s nails had dug in, there was a bit of blood.

“It’s not my fault you got hurt.” Taki turned away from him with a huff, arms crossed. Tohma ignored the retort, now captivated by his wrists. Taki was physically stronger than him, even if it wasn‘t by much. While this fact had occurred to Tohma before, it hadn’t really struck him, since Taki knew what the consequences would be for seriously harming Tohma. But now that he thought about it, he realized what a vulnerable position he was in. It left a feeling in his stomach, similar to the feeling the dream had left him with. It was disconcerting.

“Aizawa?”

“What?”

“Go home. Now.” Taki turned around and looked at him questioningly. He then shrugged and got out of bed, grabbing his clothes. Tohma watched him through veiled eyes, until he was dressed and heading towards the door.

“So when are you going to need me again?” Taki had stopped, the door open just a crack.

“Just leave.” The door clicked shut behind Taki, leaving Tohma alone. He supposed that the way he had acted might of tipped Taki off to how weak he was, but that was probably just paranoia on Tohma’s part. Taki wouldn’t press the advantage in a million years. Yet, Tohma found himself shivering from something other than cold.