Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ A Devil's Promise ❯ Vicious ( Chapter 11 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Silverone 
Ryuichi confronts Tohma about his recent divorce in an unorthadox way. Tohma/Ryuichi, oral sex.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.04.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed
Ryuichi confronts Tohma about his recent divorce in an unorthadox way. Tohma/Ryuichi, oral sex.
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.04.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 243 | Status: Completed
Pairing/Fandom: Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation
Theme: #11. The Ward, or, "The Sleeves on this Jacket are a bit Long, Sir."
Title: Vicious
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Otherwise, Taki would be in the series a whole lot more.
Warnings: This chapter is mainly RyuichixTohma, with mentions of Taki.
Despite what others thought, Ryuichi Sakuma was more adept than he appeared. He noticed things that others, even supposed intellectual giants tended to ignore. That quick wit was something that Tohma appreciated, save for when it was directed towards him. Nittle Grasper had been on their way to Sapporo when Ryuichi insisted that they stop at a small, out of the way town, due to the abandoned theme park that was right next to it. Despite his frustration, Tohma had told himself that it would be good to get off of that accursed bus and stretch his legs.
When she saw how trashed the place was, Noriko had waved her hand dismissively and headed back towards the bus saying that she didn't want to bake under the sun any longer. In truth, Tohma would have gone back too if he wasn’t worried that Ryuichi might hurt himself. Right now, he was letting Kumagoro rest on his face in such a way that his eyes were covered and was just barely dodging the debris that littered the ground. Just as Tohma was about to finally pull Kumagoro off of Ryuichi's head, the other man tilted his head back in such a way as to cause the bunny to flip backwards, but not fall off.
"Tohma, let's go in there!" Ryuichi pointed towards what looked like a broken down house of horror. It looked condemned, like it would fall apart at any moment and Tohma was about to protest only to find that Ryuichi had run inside already. Sighing to himself, Tohma walked in after him, hoping that his Armani jacket wouldn’t get too dusty.
Stepping inside the building, Tohma realized that it wasn't meant to resemble a house, but an old sanatorium. He could see the nurse's station manned by what was meant to be zombie nurses no doubt and a person bound in straight jacket, sitting in a chair, with eyes that were probably supposed to light up. Seeing no sign of Ryuichi, Tohma followed his voice which was echoing down the hallways.
When he finally found Ryuichi, the singer was in a padded room, literally bouncing off the walls or at least trying to, his Kumagoro having been left in a corner for it's own safety no doubt. "Ryuichi, we should leave. This place doesn’t look safe." Actually, it was probably the safest room in the place, because at least the padding might protect them should the ceiling cave in.
"Tohma, don't interrupt our date! You never take me out on dates anymore!" The moment he said those words, Tohma's stomach sank. Ryuichi was going to start up about that again? Before Nittle Grasper had formed, Tohma and Ryuichi had often had sex just for fun. Afterwards though, as their band got more popular, Tohma had broken it off, knowing that if things ever turned too serious, that it could have serious consequences down the line. Maybe Ryuichi thought that he'd want to hook up again after the divorce?
In any case, this supposed date was over and Tohma grabbed Ryuichi's hand, now determined to drag him out of there. "Ryuichi, we're leaving." The other man resisted, pulling against Tohma's hands, then he stopped.
"You're doing it again, aren't you Tohma?" Freezing, Tohma turned and looked into Ryuichi's now intense eyes. "You're toying around with someone and you've gotten in over your head or he's in over his head or something like that." Leave it to Ryuichi to hit the nail right on the head and as hard as he possibly could.
Pushing Tohma against the wall, Ryuichi was smirking at him. "If you'd just stuck with me, your life would have been so much easier." His hips were pressing against Tohma's, his forehead against Tohma's forehead.
"Ryuichi…" His heart was pounding already and Tohma could feel any desire he had to get away melting into nothingness. He'd forgotten that there were very few who were immune to Ryuichi's charms and that he was one of them.
"Does he kiss you like this?" His vocalist's lips were soft as they brushed over Tohma's, tasting of licorice and lollipops. "Or does he do it like this?" This kiss was much more forceful and demanding, Ryuichi's tongue entering his mouth and fully pillaging it, making Tohma his completely.
As the kiss broke and Ryuichi began to like his neck, Tohma shuddered. "No. I'm the one who does the kissing-" The nip Ryuichi gave to Tohma's neck silenced him.
"Really Tohma? So what has he done to you? I know you like it better-" This time Tohma cut him off, making the rough kiss Ryuichi had given him before look like a joke. As always, Tohma had gotten far too caught up in Ryuichi's presence and it was too late to break free.
Not giving Ryuichi a chance, Tohma shoved him to the soft floor, already undoing the singer's pants. It was best not to waste time on foreplay and just give Ryuichi what he wanted, so that the singer would forget what he'd been after, at least long enough for Tohma to get away from him.
"Tohma, I want to play a little longer than usual." Ryuichi smiled up at him as he began to slide Tohma's jacket off his shoulders. "Or do you really like your new boyfriend that much?" Helping Ryuichi remove his jacket and then throwing it aside, Tohma drew Ryuichi's erection out of his pants.
The very suggestion that he'd like Taki that way was enough to turn Tohma's stomach. "Don’t even joke about that." It was all he could do keep his hands from gripping Ryuichi way too hard.
Before he could do anything to Ryuichi though, the singer removed his hands, gripping them firmly. "Why are you taking it so seriously? Is he that special?" The look in Ryuichi's eyes dared Tohma to say that yes, this person was. As special as Eiri or even more special, more special than Ryuichi.
Maybe a small dose of the truth would be enough to get Ryuichi off of his case. "He's a despicable man and I only did it to show him who was boss." Only a small dose though, since he didn't want to think about what Ryuichi would do otherwise.
As if satisfied, Ryuichi let go of Tohma's hands, lying back down with a blissful smile on his face. "Evil Tohma."
"I wasn't evil until you came along." It was true; before he met Ryuichi Sakuma, Tohma's life had been sensible and morally decent. He never did anything silly like play at being a pop star; he was straight and not a homosexual deviant. Teenage Tohma was everything his wealthy parents could hope for, save for not being terribly vicious and it was often that he'd heard them lamenting behind closed doors about how their son would get devoured.
It was thanks to the person pinned underneath him that he'd become the way he was. It had been a necessarily in the face of such viciousness for Tohma to learn to be just as ruthless. If he'd have been anyone else, Tohma would have cursed Ryuichi for it, but in the end, Tohma had been saved and saved others in returned, so in a sense, he actually owed this man for it. And Ryuichi knew it.
"Do it like you used to Tohma. Nice, slow and proper." Lowering his head towards Ryuichi's waiting erection, Tohma's tongue brushed across the tip lightly and then downwards, causing Ryuichi to moan aloud. That's the way it always was between them: Tohma was delicate and in response, Ryuichi would overreact in as wild a manner as possible. The keyboardist didn't have to look to know that the other man was pulling at his own hair, writhing as if possessed by a demon.
It was only moments before Ryuichi came; he always came too quickly with Tohma, chocking it up to his friend's skill, but Tohma always associated it with Ryuichi's rather messy personality. After all, only Ryuichi would come without warning and all over his face. It was a good thing he had remembered his jacket, though he should have remembered his pants, since he could already feel the dampness in them from his own orgasm.
"You <i>so</i> good Tohma." Ryuichi stretched out, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Why didn't I go to New York and steal you away from Eiri-kun?"
Standing up and grabbing his jacket, Tohma look down at his pants, seeing the slight stain. Pulling out a handkerchief, he began to try and dry off his pants. "Because you knew very well that he wasn't competition." He'd heard the same accusation from Ryuichi a million times, that it was all Eiri's fault, that Eiri had gotten between them. It was more complicated than that, far more complicated, too complicated to explain to Ryuichi with out the singer turning it around on him.
Sitting up, Ryuichi pulled his pants up and looked around for his Kumagoro. "Mika wasn't either. But she was cool." As if finally remembering that he had set it in the corner, Ryuichi ran over to it, snuggling the bunny tightly when he was within his grasp.
"Mika was different. Everything's different now." Life was always changing it's self around on him. From self assured teen to wild and out of control musician, to a failed protector, to a husband and now Tohma didn't know what he was. The cycle of life in it's infinite cruelty wasn't telling him. Maybe Taki would tell him, since the man had experience with upheavals like that.
By now, the stain was as invisible as it was going to be. If he was careful, Noriko wouldn't notice. Damn, it would be a whole load of trouble if Noriko saw and came to her own conclusions.
"Hey Tohma?" Even though Ryuichi's voice was sweet, the look on his face was eerie, the kind he got when he contemplated doing something dangerous. "Remember to say hi to your boy for me."
Theme: #11. The Ward, or, "The Sleeves on this Jacket are a bit Long, Sir."
Title: Vicious
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Otherwise, Taki would be in the series a whole lot more.
Warnings: This chapter is mainly RyuichixTohma, with mentions of Taki.
Despite what others thought, Ryuichi Sakuma was more adept than he appeared. He noticed things that others, even supposed intellectual giants tended to ignore. That quick wit was something that Tohma appreciated, save for when it was directed towards him. Nittle Grasper had been on their way to Sapporo when Ryuichi insisted that they stop at a small, out of the way town, due to the abandoned theme park that was right next to it. Despite his frustration, Tohma had told himself that it would be good to get off of that accursed bus and stretch his legs.
When she saw how trashed the place was, Noriko had waved her hand dismissively and headed back towards the bus saying that she didn't want to bake under the sun any longer. In truth, Tohma would have gone back too if he wasn’t worried that Ryuichi might hurt himself. Right now, he was letting Kumagoro rest on his face in such a way that his eyes were covered and was just barely dodging the debris that littered the ground. Just as Tohma was about to finally pull Kumagoro off of Ryuichi's head, the other man tilted his head back in such a way as to cause the bunny to flip backwards, but not fall off.
"Tohma, let's go in there!" Ryuichi pointed towards what looked like a broken down house of horror. It looked condemned, like it would fall apart at any moment and Tohma was about to protest only to find that Ryuichi had run inside already. Sighing to himself, Tohma walked in after him, hoping that his Armani jacket wouldn’t get too dusty.
Stepping inside the building, Tohma realized that it wasn't meant to resemble a house, but an old sanatorium. He could see the nurse's station manned by what was meant to be zombie nurses no doubt and a person bound in straight jacket, sitting in a chair, with eyes that were probably supposed to light up. Seeing no sign of Ryuichi, Tohma followed his voice which was echoing down the hallways.
When he finally found Ryuichi, the singer was in a padded room, literally bouncing off the walls or at least trying to, his Kumagoro having been left in a corner for it's own safety no doubt. "Ryuichi, we should leave. This place doesn’t look safe." Actually, it was probably the safest room in the place, because at least the padding might protect them should the ceiling cave in.
"Tohma, don't interrupt our date! You never take me out on dates anymore!" The moment he said those words, Tohma's stomach sank. Ryuichi was going to start up about that again? Before Nittle Grasper had formed, Tohma and Ryuichi had often had sex just for fun. Afterwards though, as their band got more popular, Tohma had broken it off, knowing that if things ever turned too serious, that it could have serious consequences down the line. Maybe Ryuichi thought that he'd want to hook up again after the divorce?
In any case, this supposed date was over and Tohma grabbed Ryuichi's hand, now determined to drag him out of there. "Ryuichi, we're leaving." The other man resisted, pulling against Tohma's hands, then he stopped.
"You're doing it again, aren't you Tohma?" Freezing, Tohma turned and looked into Ryuichi's now intense eyes. "You're toying around with someone and you've gotten in over your head or he's in over his head or something like that." Leave it to Ryuichi to hit the nail right on the head and as hard as he possibly could.
Pushing Tohma against the wall, Ryuichi was smirking at him. "If you'd just stuck with me, your life would have been so much easier." His hips were pressing against Tohma's, his forehead against Tohma's forehead.
"Ryuichi…" His heart was pounding already and Tohma could feel any desire he had to get away melting into nothingness. He'd forgotten that there were very few who were immune to Ryuichi's charms and that he was one of them.
"Does he kiss you like this?" His vocalist's lips were soft as they brushed over Tohma's, tasting of licorice and lollipops. "Or does he do it like this?" This kiss was much more forceful and demanding, Ryuichi's tongue entering his mouth and fully pillaging it, making Tohma his completely.
As the kiss broke and Ryuichi began to like his neck, Tohma shuddered. "No. I'm the one who does the kissing-" The nip Ryuichi gave to Tohma's neck silenced him.
"Really Tohma? So what has he done to you? I know you like it better-" This time Tohma cut him off, making the rough kiss Ryuichi had given him before look like a joke. As always, Tohma had gotten far too caught up in Ryuichi's presence and it was too late to break free.
Not giving Ryuichi a chance, Tohma shoved him to the soft floor, already undoing the singer's pants. It was best not to waste time on foreplay and just give Ryuichi what he wanted, so that the singer would forget what he'd been after, at least long enough for Tohma to get away from him.
"Tohma, I want to play a little longer than usual." Ryuichi smiled up at him as he began to slide Tohma's jacket off his shoulders. "Or do you really like your new boyfriend that much?" Helping Ryuichi remove his jacket and then throwing it aside, Tohma drew Ryuichi's erection out of his pants.
The very suggestion that he'd like Taki that way was enough to turn Tohma's stomach. "Don’t even joke about that." It was all he could do keep his hands from gripping Ryuichi way too hard.
Before he could do anything to Ryuichi though, the singer removed his hands, gripping them firmly. "Why are you taking it so seriously? Is he that special?" The look in Ryuichi's eyes dared Tohma to say that yes, this person was. As special as Eiri or even more special, more special than Ryuichi.
Maybe a small dose of the truth would be enough to get Ryuichi off of his case. "He's a despicable man and I only did it to show him who was boss." Only a small dose though, since he didn't want to think about what Ryuichi would do otherwise.
As if satisfied, Ryuichi let go of Tohma's hands, lying back down with a blissful smile on his face. "Evil Tohma."
"I wasn't evil until you came along." It was true; before he met Ryuichi Sakuma, Tohma's life had been sensible and morally decent. He never did anything silly like play at being a pop star; he was straight and not a homosexual deviant. Teenage Tohma was everything his wealthy parents could hope for, save for not being terribly vicious and it was often that he'd heard them lamenting behind closed doors about how their son would get devoured.
It was thanks to the person pinned underneath him that he'd become the way he was. It had been a necessarily in the face of such viciousness for Tohma to learn to be just as ruthless. If he'd have been anyone else, Tohma would have cursed Ryuichi for it, but in the end, Tohma had been saved and saved others in returned, so in a sense, he actually owed this man for it. And Ryuichi knew it.
"Do it like you used to Tohma. Nice, slow and proper." Lowering his head towards Ryuichi's waiting erection, Tohma's tongue brushed across the tip lightly and then downwards, causing Ryuichi to moan aloud. That's the way it always was between them: Tohma was delicate and in response, Ryuichi would overreact in as wild a manner as possible. The keyboardist didn't have to look to know that the other man was pulling at his own hair, writhing as if possessed by a demon.
It was only moments before Ryuichi came; he always came too quickly with Tohma, chocking it up to his friend's skill, but Tohma always associated it with Ryuichi's rather messy personality. After all, only Ryuichi would come without warning and all over his face. It was a good thing he had remembered his jacket, though he should have remembered his pants, since he could already feel the dampness in them from his own orgasm.
"You <i>so</i> good Tohma." Ryuichi stretched out, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Why didn't I go to New York and steal you away from Eiri-kun?"
Standing up and grabbing his jacket, Tohma look down at his pants, seeing the slight stain. Pulling out a handkerchief, he began to try and dry off his pants. "Because you knew very well that he wasn't competition." He'd heard the same accusation from Ryuichi a million times, that it was all Eiri's fault, that Eiri had gotten between them. It was more complicated than that, far more complicated, too complicated to explain to Ryuichi with out the singer turning it around on him.
Sitting up, Ryuichi pulled his pants up and looked around for his Kumagoro. "Mika wasn't either. But she was cool." As if finally remembering that he had set it in the corner, Ryuichi ran over to it, snuggling the bunny tightly when he was within his grasp.
"Mika was different. Everything's different now." Life was always changing it's self around on him. From self assured teen to wild and out of control musician, to a failed protector, to a husband and now Tohma didn't know what he was. The cycle of life in it's infinite cruelty wasn't telling him. Maybe Taki would tell him, since the man had experience with upheavals like that.
By now, the stain was as invisible as it was going to be. If he was careful, Noriko wouldn't notice. Damn, it would be a whole load of trouble if Noriko saw and came to her own conclusions.
"Hey Tohma?" Even though Ryuichi's voice was sweet, the look on his face was eerie, the kind he got when he contemplated doing something dangerous. "Remember to say hi to your boy for me."