Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ A Devil's Promise ❯ An Annoying Triviality ( Chapter 6 )

Pairing/Fandom: Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation
Theme: #12. The Garden, or, "The Great Outdoors,"

Title: An Annoying Triviality
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Otherwise, Taki would be in the series a whole lot more.

Warnings: Sex, swearing, the usual.

It was a normal meeting for ASK. Normal, in that about ten minutes into it, they had stopped talking about music or work at all and were just goofing off instead. And as always, it ended up with Ma-kun asking a not so normal question. “Have you ever done it in a park? Or some other outdoor place? Where you could get caught?” Ma-kun had smirked at both Taki and Ken, a gleam in his eye that seemed to suggest that he had in deed done it outdoors.

“Man, you’re sick.” Ken groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve done it, so what’s the big deal.” Taki hadn’t really been thinking when he said that and so he hadn’t realized that they were staring at him. It was a known fact that when Ma-kun brought up sex, Taki shared Ken’s disinterest. Mainly because it irked the guitarist to be ignored. “Well, she’s a bit of a crazy bitch, so she’s always making me try out all this kinky shit with her.”

Ken was looking at him, with what appeared to be thinly concealed jealousy. “Dude, since when do you have a girlfriend?” Taki wanted to smack him and say, that yes, he would gladly hand his “girlfriend” over to Ken.

Instead, he just shrugged, acting as he normally would, like it was no big deal. “I don’t have a girlfriend. We just screw around once in a while.”

Ma-kun elbowed him, a playful grin on his face. “You should introduce us.”

“No.” Taki shuffled the papers in his hand, ignoring him.

“Afraid I’ll steal your lover?” Ma-kun had a way of making certain things sound more perverted than they really were.

“Just drop it.” If only they knew. If only…

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He could feel the rough tree bark scratching against his back as he was being pushed against the tree. Tohma was sucking on his neck, determined to leave a mark. Taki had told him a million times not to, but the older man never listened. If anything, Tohma had always taken Taki’s complaints as a personal challenge and would do things the singer didn‘t like just to be spiteful.

“Can we at least do this where no one will see us?” Tohma had wanted to go to the park that day, for a discussion about the band‘s new single. Taki had agreed, not as wary as he should have been, since Tohma hadn’t been coming onto him lately. The park had been rather empty that day, with only a few people here and there, jogging or taking their lunch break. It was sunny and warm, the sky clear. All in all, the sort of day even Taki found pleasant. That was until Tohma shoved him into this conveniently secluded area and proceeded to start stripping him and going on about how it was Taki’s fault this was happening.

“Aizawa-san, it’s your fault I’m doing this. You haven’t been responsive at all lately. So of course I’m going to snap at an inopportune moment.” Tohma was watching him as he slid a hand between the other man‘s thighs, gauging his reaction.

Taki chose to look out towards the path they had left instead, praying no one came by. “You’re the one whose been giving me the cold shoulder.” Tohma’s hand squeezed his thigh a little harder than he should have and he leaned up close, pressing his lips up against Taki’s ear.

“You misunderstand me.” And with that he nipped the lobe, hard.

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Ma-kun was leaning forward, inquisitive looking. “So, just how rough is she with you? Has she got you totally whipped?” Taki was ignoring him, even though that was really difficult considering how in his face Ma-kun was.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Come on. Or is she into something gross, like cutting or bondage?” Taki cringed at that thought, as Tohma liked to mention his fantasy‘s at odd moments.

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“Why are you even complaining? I could be doing something much worse.” Tohma had undone the fly of his pants by now, his fingers ghosting over Taki’s erection.

“Like what?” Taki hissed, his hands clutching at the tree behind him.

Tohma grinned at him as his hands began to work. “I might decide to try blood letting.” Taki was already in a sweat by now, but now it had become a cold one.

Quickly regaining his composure though, Taki grinned slightly. He wasn‘t going to let Tohma know he was intimidated. “No you won’t.” Tohma stopped what he was doing and looked at him curiously, his big eyes blinking. If it was anyone else, Taki would have said they looked vapid.

“What makes you think I won’t?”

Despite the possible danger he was in, Taki laughed. “Because you’re a fucking neat freak. You’d hate the idea of me bleeding all over you.” Tohma blinked a few more times, before his eyes narrowed into that frightening glare Taki was so familiar with. He leaned forward so that he was right in Taki’s face, barely even a paper width away from kissing him.

“Try me.” He hissed, sounding malicious, like the monster he was before he pressed his lips against Taki’s.

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“No. I wouldn’t let anyone cut me.” Still to be extra sure, whenever they’d had sex after that he wouldn’t let Tohma touch him until the man was completely undressed and he could be sure there were no pointy instruments on him.

Ken just snickered at him though. “Dude, he probably let’s her be on top.” Ma-kun was now laughing along with him. Taki was thinking about murder now.

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There would always come that last moment when they were fucking, when Taki would wrap his arms and legs tightly around Tohma, in order to increase the pressure and also for his own comfort, out of a need to grasp onto something. And once he had learned that despite Tohma’s bitching that he could get away with digging his nails in, Taki always scratched the older man’s back as much as he pleased. It pleased him to know that he could get away with hurting Tohma a tiny bit, punishing him. He deserved that small bit of power.

It was only right considering how Taki had allowed himself to be degraded. A thing that was hard for him to admit, but it was true. This was humiliating, because well, he didn’t know why. He had let plenty of guys have their way with him. He’d had his own way with a lot men and women as well. Sex was sex. He didn’t care about attachment or anything like that. Even if he complained about it, he didn’t care about where he did it, bedroom, public restroom or in this case, up against a tree.

Tohma wasn’t anything special he thought. Despite his sexual talents, he didn’t fuck any differently than those other guys. The only reason he was special was because he was just a little richer, a little prettier, and a little smarter than most. And when Tohma came and then dropped Taki once the singer himself had come as well, it wasn’t like he hadn’t had other lovers who treated him just as shabbily. And yet, it was somehow so damn aggravating.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Tohma said it absentmindedly as he pulled himself together, pulling up his pants and buttoning them into place. “I’m the one that should be annoyed.” He pulled off the jacket he’d been wearing and looked at the back. “Do you know how much this cost?” He shoved the jacket into Taki’s face to show off the damage, a few small tears where Taki‘s fingers had dug in.

Instead of looking guilty though, Taki smirked as he got up, pulling on his own pants. “Don’t whine to me. You have a lot of money. You can easily buy many more suits.” It would have been smarter not to mouth off, but lately, Taki’d had a death wish.

“You have a lot of money too. So I’ll be taking it out of your salary.” Tohma grinned at him as he threw the jacket over his shoulder. He looked around before stepping away from the enclosed area they had been in. “In any case, I’ll see you later, Aizawa-san.”

“Bitch.” Taki muttered under his breath once Tohma left. He didn’t follow after Tohma. Instead he just leaned against the tree, sweaty and exhausted. “Stupid, little bitch.”

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“You make it sound like the little slut gives me a choice.” Taki muttered to himself. The other two stared at him, a bit surprised by the venom in his voice. Taki shrugged it off, deciding that he didn‘t want them to get worried. “Whatever, it’s not important. It’s just sex. We need to get to work.” The other two looked at him a moment longer before they started discussing things that were so not related to work. Like picking up beach bunnies and the latest Kaori Fuyuki poster.

Which Taki didn’t mind, because it made his situation seem strangely trivial. There were people who were living their lives normally, obsessing over things like centerfolds and going to the beach. Harmless things when compared to getting emotionally bent out of shape just because you were getting fucked by your psychotic boss. It was painfully laughable, but all Taki did was smile, his lips tight.