Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Sexy Mother F*cker ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: L_N 
“Hey. I’m not a pervert.” Tohma shook his finger. “I’m a very average, very heterosexual, married man.” Ryuichi pressed his lips together, holding back a laugh, waiting for the much-used punch line: “I just happen to screw around with guys.”
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.14.2006 | Pages: 56 | Words: 35.8K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
“Hey. I’m not a pervert.” Tohma shook his finger. “I’m a very average, very heterosexual, married man.” Ryuichi pressed his lips together, holding back a laugh, waiting for the much-used punch line: “I just happen to screw around with guys.”
Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.14.2006 | Pages: 56 | Words: 35.8K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Sexy Motherfucker
By little_ninjin
A/N: this is the opposite of a serious fic. It's a fic to read when you need to waste some time and get your mind of crap. Nothing deep. Absolutely nothing deep. Now, there is some drug use in this thing, along with some hardcore yaoi. I am in no way endorsing drug use. In fact, cocaine is one of the stupidest drugs you can possibly use. If that bothers you, and/ or if fucking (no lovemaking in this fic, thankyouverymuch) bugs you, please don't read this.
Thanks& enjoy.
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He was one sexy motherfucker.
He knew it too.
Ryuichi peeled his shirt over his sweat-drenched shoulder then pumped his hips as he belted out the encore. Multicolored lights rained down on him and he sparkled: Like a supernova.
Tohma spread his hands in a wide span over the keyboard and unconsciously swayed. One eye was on stage front. The other was on the ivories. Lights scattered then refocused, just as Tohma hit the E chord. Ryuichi was on his knees, shirt peeled from his wet body, head thrown back in ecstasy.
Tohma let the chord linger. Once he letup, the stage crew would kill the lights. As usual, he held the reins. And, as usual, it felt great: especially when Ryuichi was bent back like a bow, gasping and grinding.
Yeah…
He let his hand stay on the board. After all, this was what they came here for, right? He watched Ryuichi thrash his toffee colored head. His thighs were pumping hard. The audience screamed in ecstasy.
What a wild child.
Tohma smiled. Nothing quite like a Nittle Grasper show to remind the people who they loved. And they won't forget. Not ever.
That was when he knew it was time. He lifted his hand, then there was nothing. No sight. No sound. Nothing, but the orgasmic screams of ten thousand fans.
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“You brought down the house!” Sakano was bobbing his head like a prostitute on the job.
“Excellent showmanship!” K reverted to English.
“Ryuichi! You are so damn great!” Tatsuha was on his knees with tears in his eyes.
The trio was standing backstage, gasping and gulping down drinks as they sweated buckets under their costumes. Their entourage circled around them, beaming and basking in post-production afterglow.
Nittle Grasper rocked.
“Here you go, big man!” Noriko chucked Komagoro at Ryuichi. He had to drop the strawberry Nihi can, the third he was chugging, to catch his beloved stuffed animal. “So who invited him?” Noriko jabbed her thumb at Tatsuha.
“No idea.” More random English from K.
Tohma shook his head when Sakano waved the ticket sale revenue sheet. It was worthless until merchandizing sales for concert t-shirts, posters, photos and the like were tallied.
Besides, Ryuichi was dumping a water cooler over his head. Priorities…
“It's so hot!”
Everyone's attention was tuned back to the diva. There was a reason he was such a superstar. It was hard to quantify; but there was something fantastically obscene about his boy-like body and the way he used it. Did Ryuichi know how the water droplets slid down his smooth chest? The way they dripped over his leather pants? They way it made his skin look like glazed sugar?
You had to wonder.
Then he gave him a quick glance under his long lashes- and Tohma could tell.
Ryuichi knew.
Of course he did. The trick was…. Making a person wonder for a moment if he did.
Damn… he was such a sexy motherfucker.
Tohma could barely say the words out loud. They were nasty- obscene- but natural in his mind. That was exactly what Ryuichi was.
“I've got to relax.” Tohma shrugged out of his jacket. Not to be outdone, he rubbed the bare skin underneath, as he threw his head back and gulped down a bottle of water. He held his hat on his head, knowing the effect it would have on certain gawkers, and then worked his throat as he swallowed.
Sakano gasped.
K cleared his throat.
Tatsuha giggled.
Ryuichi, too.
“Oh, please,” said Noriko. “The show's over, boys.”
“It's never over,” said Ryuichi. “That's what Kumagoro says. Isn't that right, Tohma?” He rubbed the pink bunny against his cheek and smiled.
“Absolutely,” said Tohma. “It just changes venue.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and let Sakano take the empty bottle away. A consolation prize. He didn't even spare him a glance. His eyes were on the sopping wet Ryuichi.
“I'm going to my dressing room, people.” Noriko waved and pranced off in her frilled tutu, and a practically bare ass visibly bouncing beneath. Only K took notice of it. Everyone else was staring at the two male members of Nittle Grasper, eager to see what they would do next.
“Good idea.” Tohma pretended not to notice the disappointed groans around him and gave a vague smile as he hid his eyes under blonde bangs. “Wanna come over to mine, Chi?”
“Kumagoro says yes!”
Tohma strolled slowly toward his room, smile still in place. He didn't bother looking back to see who was following him.
He knew.
He could still feel that E chord singing in his veins. It followed him through the backstage scaffolding, the halogen lit corridor and up into his dressing room door. It played over his skin; made him forget the push-pull burden of his complicated life. He was, at that point, still the keyboard player who summoned it like a magi with subtle fingers. Nothing more.
“Come in, Chi.” Tohma looked over his shoulder, just as he turned the knob. His lead singer nodded, right behind him, glistening like melting ice cream on a summer's day.
Sexy motherfucker.
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“Care for some?”
Tohma was offering the mirror and the silver tube out of courtesy; he knew Ryuichi would refuse. He wasn't into drugs. He didn't need them.
Tohma, on the other hand…
He bent down and snorted a line. Then another.
“Kumagoro hates drugs.”
“Kumagoro…” Tohma blinked and rubbed one nostril. “Is very smart, Chi. I'm glad you listen to him.” He shook his head blinked again. “I'm not bleeding, am I?”
“Nah!” Ryuichi came closer, touching Tohma's nose with the pink bunny. “Kumagoro thinks you look really peaked, though!”
Tohma leered and took a quick inventory of his surroundings. There was a silver sparkle lining everything with a cocaine glow. The dressing room mirror was lined with show-biz light bulbs, the countless flower sprays of bouquets and the overstuffed mauve sofa fizzled with color.
“Nice.” Tohma fell into the sofa- just let his arms splay out and head roll back as he sunk in the plush cushioning. “Does Kumagoro think I look more comfortable?”
He twitched when Ryuichi looked at the doll with one raised eyebrow. “He says it depends. Do you mean you look more comfortable or feel more comfortable?”
Tohma shrugged. “Look.”
Ryuichi giggled, but his eyes were half closed, his mouth was half open. His tongue looked very pink as he licked his lips. “You look comfortable enough to sit on!”
“Is that what Kumagoro says?” Tohma lifted his hips and unbuttoned rich, velvet pants. He licked his lips back at Ryuichi and shimmied until they were slung over his thighs. Ryuichi gasped when his cock sprung out, hard and ready. “Well?” Tohma sat back and motioned with his chin. “So? Do I still look comfortable enough to sit on?”
Ryuichi held out the doll and pushed the head up and down with one finger.
“What are you waiting for, then…” He looked at himself, and then slowly back up at Ryuichi. “Kumagoro?”
“Heeheehee!” Ryuichi blushed and held his hand over his mouth. “You're so kinky, Tohma! Being a pervert, with guys and dolls!”
“Hey. I'm not a pervert.” Tohma shook his finger. “I'm a very average, very heterosexual, married man.” Ryuichi pressed his lips together, holding back a laugh, waiting for the much-used punch line: “I just happen to screw around with guys.” Tohma grinned and Ryuichi threw his head back and let it out.
“You are so funny, Tohma!” Ryuichi rubbed the tear away from his eye and laughed some more. “Isn't he, Kumagoro?”
“Aren't I, Kumagoro?”
The bunny nodded again, as Ryuichi kept laughing and laughing and laughing….
Tohma was laughing too, when he grabbed his hips and dragged him down to his lap.
“Hey, I thought you meant he was going to be sitting on your lap, not me.”
“I wasn't talking about my lap when I was talking about him.” Tohma snatched the doll and pressed it over his cock. “But you can watch!”
“But… I don't wanna just watch!”
“Then I'll watch.” Tohma snickered at Ryuichi's shocked expression. Was he acting? It was so hard to tell, even after all these after concert `performances' they'd had. Sometimes Tohma wondered… Ryuichi was a performer. A professional. He could channel sex in his boy-like body and transform himself into a diva. Someone so far away from the naïve fool who skipped through N-G records, like a kid with a pocky lodged permanently down his throat.
;
There was something about shaking their moneymakers on stage that brought out the absolute fucking whore in both of them.
Tohma felt the difference in himself, too. He was so removed from everything. Flying high.
"Come on, Chi." Tohma bit his lip and rubbed the doll up and down. "Why don't you give me something to watch? Our own little private show?"
Felt... so.... good...
“You like a little show, don't you Tohma?” Ryuichi's eyes were getting dark. He began sliding up and down on his lap, bucking a bit when Tohma lifted his thighs.
“You like putting one on, don't you?” Tohma smacked Ryuichi's hip. “Move it around, like you did out there. Shake it, Chi…” He smacked again.
Ryuichi leaned forward, licking his upper lip, smiling as Tohma's breath hissed in response, took the bowler hat off his blonde head and sat up with a triumphant look on his face as he donned it.
“Kumagoro looks like he's having a good time,” said Ryuichi,
“He's not putting on the show.” Tohma felt the cocaine-sex edge in his blood when the diva began to bump and grind, straddled over his thighs. “Oh- yeah. That's right. Do it, Chi.”
“Mmmm…hmmmm…” Ryuichi was riding him, rotating his hips. He held the hat with one hand and let the other latch on to the exposed skin of Tohma's upper thigh.
“I was watching. Watching you…. Making you move like that on the stage…”
“I know…” Ryuichi kissed the air and giggled. “You always hold the last key extra long when I'm-“ He squealed when Kumagoro went toward his crotch.
“You're what?”
“When I'm like that!”
“What?” Tohma bounced him on his knee and rubbed the doll over Ryuichi's leather pants. “When you're like what? Tell me?”
“You know…” Ryuichi tried to lean over Tohma, but he was pushed back.
“I know. You're right. But I still like to hear you say it, Chi.”
“When the screaming and the music become one sound. I'm so hard, so hard… I am so…”
“Say it!” Tohma smacked his ass again. He had to laugh when the diva yelped. “You're so what, Chi?” He pulled the zipper down and the leather peeled away like ripe fruit skin. “What?” Kumagoro began moving over the dewy light brown skin just below Ryuichi's naval. It made him shiver. “Say it!” Another smack. “Say…” smack “it…”
“Hor- Hor-“
“Whore? You're a whore? I know that!” Smack. “Keep riding me, Chi- don't stop. Just tell me how you feel when you're dancing like a whore.”
“Like I want to be fucked!”
Tohma moved, throwing the diva to the floor, pinning him between his legs with a grin. Adrenalin pumped through his blood. Sex sang in the air, the cheers of ten thousand fans sent his hips down, hard, on Ryuichi. The rhythm moved through both of them. They were writhing, laughing, grinding against each other.
“You were being…”
“Fucked?” Ryuichi giggled. “You can't even say the word.”
“That's what you're for. All the dirty business.”
“That's right…” Ryuichi. Grabbed Tohma's bare ass and squeezed. Hard. “I'm good for your dirty business…”
“My special whore…” Tohma licked his cheek.
“You play the music, I dance…”
“Like a whore…”
“You keep saying whore…”
“Aren't you?”
“Yeah…” Ryuichi reached for Kumagoro, who was wedged between the two. “I think that's what Kumagoro says, too.”
“You're very wise, Komagoro.“
“He says you're one-“
There was a knock at the door. They froze, stared at each other, each wondering who was stupid enough to interrupt their second encore.
Everyone knew better. Didn't they?
Tohma blinked. Ryuichi blinked. Both turned their heads toward the door when there was a second knock.
“Who is it?” Ryuichi asked Tohma.
“Good question.” Tohma sat up and pulled his shirt over his hard on. “What do you want?” He asked the mystery knocker.
“Mr. Seguchi?”
“Sakano…” They both groaned the name.
“I've got some numbers on the t shirt sales.”
“Tell him to come back later!”
Tohma put his finger over his lips and shushed the diva. “You usually wait until the totals are up, Sakano. Why are you telling me this, now?”
Silence.
“Well?”
“I'm…”
A wicked grin spread over Tohma's face. “He knows what we do here,” he whispered. “I think he feels a little left out.”
Ryuichi's eyes got very, very large.
“Poor guy.” Tohma chuckled. “You he's here for our little encore performance?”
Ryuichi gasped.
“You like that idea?” Tohma patted his cheek and winked. “I think you do.”
“I don't know….”
“Mr. Seguchi?”
“Just a second.” Tohma's eyes never left Ryuichi's. “What do you say, Chi? Are you a real whore?” He knew no diva could resist a challenge.
“I'm a professional!” Ryuichi winked back at him.
“Why don't you come in, Sakano?”
Hesitation was on the other side. They waited for Sakano to leave it there. And he would. His behavior is predictable, like the weather, to these experienced performers who have learned to read human behavior in terms of response. He was a Pavlovian dog, really.
So why wasn't he already in?
“Sakano?” Tohma stood up and tilted his head.
“The door's locked.” < /div>
He smiled. “You should have said something. Learn when to give feedback.”
“Yes sir.”
“Well, then?” He put his hands on his bare hips, making Ryuichi giggle at the authoritarian stance; his pants were around his knees. Tohma gave him a wink. That made Ryuichi laugh, more. It was essential to keep the lead singer happy, after all. “Are you going to make me stand here and wait all day? Or are you going to ask me to unlock the door?”
“I… thought you understood I wanted to come in, sir…. Please excuse my presumption!”
“It's not presumptuous.” He nudged the laughing diva with his foot as he spoke. “It's just an observation. And if you know I want you to come in, and you know a door is locked, the logical, and polite thing to do is to ask me, nicely, to unlock the door.”
“Yes, sir.”
“This is funny,” said Ryuichi. He was a tittering mess on the floor. “You crack me up, so bad, Tohma!”
“Shhh!” He put his finger back over the diva's lips. “So, what were you going to ask me, Sakano?”
“Would you… please unlock the door?”
“But of course!”
Tohma strode, on long legs caught in a short bind. He winked back at Ryuichi, who was giggling and pointing as Tohma pulled up velveteen pants. Keeping the diva happy was key to keeping him in line. Even if that meant being silly for him.
“Thank you, sir.” Sakano was a bowed head on the other side of the door.
“And you're welcome, Sakano. Please, please come in.”
Tohma extended his hand and smiled as Sakano took in the picture of Ryuichi sprawled on the floor, half naked, with Kumagoro falling to cover his very hard cock.
The diva waived. “Hi Sakano!” He was even sporting a cherry ice cream smile.
“Lead singers- exhibitionists!” Tohma flicked his hair back and sighed. “Close the door, will you, Sakano?”
“Uh… yes.” He turned around and followed orders, then stayed that way, back-bent and sweaty-necked. Ryuichi's nonstop giggling was like a skipping record over blown out speakers.
“You don't want to talk about the money, do you?” Sakano's question was almost a whisper.
“Neither do you.” Tohma put his hand on the man's shoulder. “You aren't really a moneyman, Sakano. You can't even read an Excel chart.”
He hung his head, as if that was something to be ashamed of. Tohma always admired the way Sakano conveyed his devotion. There was something pure about it, like the way the audience cheered when Ryuichi was phantom fucking them on stage.
“You're a fan.”
“Aw!” Ryuichi was up and standing next to Tohma. “That's true! He's always so sweet! I think he'd do just about anything for us!”
“I think so too.”
“Is that true, Sakano?” asked Ryuichi. Tohma could not stop staring at him: the looked so edible with his pants undone like that… “Kumagoro wants to know, too.”
“Don't ignore Kumagoro…”
Sakano began to shake.
“Is he alright? Ow!” Ryuichi rubbed an elbowed rib.
There was a sound- a strange, tittering sound, coming from Sakano. “He's alright.” Tohma winked at the diva, who nodded down to Kumagoro. Sakano was laughing, now. A hysterical peel that made them both unbearably hard.
They loved the response.
“Absolutely, sir!” Sakano spun around, red faced and panting. “I'd do anything for Nittle-“
“Grasper?” Tohma supplied.
He had undone his pants, again. Both he and Ryuichi were stroking themselves in synchronized movements, grinning back at a shocked Sakano.
“Did you like our performance?” Tohma tilted his head in a mock innocence. The silver cocaine-sex glow shimmered when Sakano gasped and nodded. He even clapped his hands over his cheeks. But the best part…
Oh, the best part…
Was how he sunk to his knees and moaned.
“I think he's horny, too,” Ryuichi told Kumagoro. “Just look at the bulge in his pants!” The pink doll nodded.
“I know he is.” Tohma began rubbing his shoe against the crotch in the cheap pant's suit. Maybe he should have been more tender, because it made Sakano flinch; but then he bucked his hips up. Maybe there was no need for tenderness…? Tohma rubbed him again. He really liked that…”What a fan… I know you've got to love it when we put on a good show.”
“Oh, yes….”
“This is making me so hot, Tohma!”
“Be patient, Chi.” He reached around his neck and pulled him in for a hard kiss. Sakano whimpered when tongues began to lick and lap at one another. Tohma opened one eye and watched as Sakano inched toward them on his knees and sighed.
He crooked a finger, and then pointed at his throbbing cock. No need to make a second request. Tohma closed his eyes and lanced Ryuichi's mouth as he felt the wet, hot pull.
Sakano…
He grabbed him by the roots of his hair and began guiding him back and forth… back and forth… moaning into his diva's mouth, as their fan sucked him off.
“That's right.” Tohma bit the diva's lip, making Ryuichi wail when he pulled away from his wet, hungry mouth. “You love it. Don't you?” He began thrusting into Sakano's mouth, forcing him to take it all in. the man was gagging and coughing, but his hands were squeezing Tohma's calves, kneading him under the velvet.
“I want him to suck me off, too, Tohma!” Ryuichi reached for Sakano's head and combed back his hair. “Look at how wide he can make his mouth!”
Dark eyes behind glasses went from one performer to the other. Hot cheeks got wet, and hair got pulled.
“He sucks like a dedicated fan- Ah!” Tohma pulled Sakano of him, smiled down at his shocked face, and motioned with his chin. “Now you do Chi.”
Sakano nodded with several jerks that stopped with an abrupt shove down his throat.
“Suck it,” they said together. This time Tohma and Ryuichi were guiding him with their hands. Sakano, at this rate, would lose a serious amount of hair. They yanked and tugged without mercy.
“He's a real whore, Sakano.” Tohma smacked Ryuichi's rear and licked the diva's cheek when he squealed. “He performs like a whore onstage, and off.” Another smack. “Don't you, Chi?”
“Mmmm….hmmmmm!”
“Such a sweet whore, too!” Tohma bit at the tiny hoops in his ears and chuckled. “That's it, Sakano. You're making him feel really good… Got to make sure he feels good, or he turns into a real prima donna.”
And he was… Oh… fuck… Ryuichi wasn't hiding it, either. He threw his head back, the bowler hat fell to the floor; and he began panting, pumping, writhing like a snake, shaking in Tohma's arms.
“Look at him,” said Tohma. Sakano couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful, moaning diva. “Doesn't he just make you so hard? Like you could drive a nail through the wall?” He jerked Sakano back and forth, urging him to pick up the pace. “He's sexy…” Tohma bit his lip and air hissed through his nose… Kumagoro had started stroking him. “Sexy…” He was looking at him with hooded eyes. “Mother…”
“Say it.” This time Ryuichi whispered. “Come on….”
“Mother…”
Sakano moaned. Ryuichi moaned. Tohma moaned…
“Say it, Tohma. What am I?”
“Sexy-mother-fucker.”
Sakano nearly choked as the come shot into his mouth.
“Kin-kayyyyy… Tohhhh-ma!” Ryuichi's voice shook the mirror behind them and made one flushed blonde face smile.
“Excellent, Sakano.” Tohma's hand tugged the black hair harder and faster. He forgot, for a moment, the cotton candy feel of Kumagoro and smiled. “I bet he's really grateful.” He kissed the diva's cheek, letting his tongue linger on the sweet curve of his cheek. “Aren't you, Chi? He's just such a fan.”
“Yeah…”
“Made you feel like a…” Tohma pulled Sakano's head back and wiped the come from the corners of his mouth, then carefully fed it back to his open mouth. “Sexy mother fucker…” He winked when Sakano gulped down, hard. “He even swallowed for you, baby.”
Ryuichi crouched down and pressed his bare chest against Sakano's black jacket and sweaty cotton shirt. When he wrapped his arms around him, the dark haired man looked up at the smiling blonde.
Was that awe? Tohma turned his head back and looked for his coke. “Where's my hat?” He was almost ready to come, a moment ago, but he wanted to hold back and give a good show.
“On the floor.” Ryuichi eyes had a dreamy purple glaze. He smiled like temptation as he sat with Sakano, tilted his head and watched him through narrowed lashes. The man blinked behind his glasses with a confused expression, than gasped when he was yanked forward, by the tie, and given a deep, wet kiss.
When Tohma turned back around, completely naked with the exception of the bowler hat and the white powder on the tip of his nose. Two wide brown eyes stared at him from behind virtually fogged up glasses.
Sakano's shirt was completely unbuttoned, and his pants were undone. Not that Tohma could see anything- Ryuichi was doing a good job hiding certain and specific parts with his head, which was bobbing up and down.
“What in the world?”
“Gratitude?” Sakano asked.
“Not much of a show…” Tohma rubbed the coke off of his nose.
“Mmm?” Ryuichi turned his head. Sakano's candy apple cock was still in his mouth.
Tohma put his hand over his mouth and giggled. “You just can't help it, can you?” He crossed his arms and tilted his neck. “You just give it your all during a performance. But you just don't know how to apply yourself, Chi.” Tohma came toward them, shaking his finger. “That's always been your problem. Come here.”
Ryuichi jumped up with a pout. “You are just being mean!”
“You know I would never dream of being mean to you, Chi.”
Sakano knelt with a shut mouth and wide, wide eyes, and watched a naked and fully aroused Seguchi Tohma patiently wipe the spit off of a very petulant Sakuma Ryuichi's cheek.
“But you are, Tohma! You said be grateful. So I am being grateful. And we both like it.” Ryuichi looked down at Sakano's red face and bent down to smile at him. “Don't we, Sakano?”
“I have an even better idea, Chi.” With one finger he pushed up his hat and gave the fan a sidelong glance. “You like the way he moves?”
“Yes… Mr…”
“Call me Tohma…” He rolled his eyes then smiled back at Ryuichi. “I want him to scream our names, when it's all said and done. Don't you? Just like that audience out there.” He spoke to Sakano, again. “Besides, we should be on a first name basis, after what I'm going to let you do to my little Chi.”
“What is he going to do?”
“Shh!” Tohma shushed Ryuichi as he focused on Sakano. “That's it.” He sweetly smiled and the fan took his hand.
“What are you going to tell Sakano to do to me, Tohma?” Ryuichi hugged Kumagoro to his chest and stepped backwards.
“That's some kind of act, huh?” Tohma asked Sakano over his shoulder, He began rubbing his back, and selling an image. “He's acting frightened of what I'm going to tell you to do…” Tohma giggled. Sakano kept dividing his glances between the two. “Don't be fooled, though. Look- he's getting hard.”
“Huh?” Ryuichi looked down and gasped when he saw the evidence between his legs.
“I told you.” Tohma bit Sakano's ear, and gave him a second nip when he let out a whimper. “I think he gets turned on, just wondering how a fan will react, what he makes them want to do to him.” Tohma's finger turned Sakano's cheek, just so Ryuichi could see him whispering something into his ear.
Whatever it was, it made Sakano's eyes nearly pop out of his head, and his face turned bright pink.
“It would be fun!” Tohma nodded with a cheerful smile. “Just go get those things in my drawer.”
“You usually keep lube in the dresser drawer.” Ryuichi pointed at Tohma. “That's what he's getting! Somebody's going to get fuh-ucked!” A wide, gleeful grin spread over his face, and he slapped both hands over his cheeks. Kumagoro seemed to stare into infinity from under Ryuichi's elbow. “Oh!” Ryuichi giggled at Sakano came toward him with a handful of goodies. “I was right!”
“There was something else,” Tohma turned around and took a quick sniff. “Sakano, you can put the blindfold on him.”
“And the other?” Sakano asked.
“You can use that one.”
“You're such a freak!” Ryuichi sounded thrilled.
“I know, Chi.” Tohma turned to face them, threw his head back, and laughed. “I know!” Then he gave Sakano another serious look. “Don't waste time. Put it on him.”
Ryuichi held his face out and chimed with a bright smile as black silk was tied over his eyes. “We usually do this to each other.”
“Oh!” Sakano looked back at Tohma with embarrassment. “It's done.”
“Nice.” Tohma came forward in quick strides and took Ryuichi's blindfolded face in hand. “Look at him. He's blind, just like every performer is blind. They can't see how the audience is going to react. All they know is how they feel.” Tohma reached down and jerked Ryuichi's pants down to the floor, snickered as the diva shivered in anticipation. It became a laugh when Ryuichi moaned. Tohma was stroking him.
“See what I mean?” Tohma turned and took Sakano's face in his other hand. “They depend on a producer who can understand what the fans want.” He glanced at the whimpering, blindfolded Ryuichi, then back at Sakano. “You want that?”
“Oh…yes…”
“Good eye, Sakano.” Tohma let go of Ryuichi, who cried out, and took the other blindfold out of Sakano's hand. “Good eye.”
“Why…” Sakano swallowed hard and paused as Tohma set his glasses on the dressing room table. “Why are you…” He closed his eyes and everything went black.
“Blindfolding you?” Tohma stepped away and surveyed his handiwork. “I could come up with some elaborate reason, but I just liked the idea, to be honest.” He smacked Sakano's tense hips as he passed between the two still bodies. It made him smile to hear the yelp. “Be a good sport and play along with me, will you, Sakano?”
“Yes sir.” He struggled when he heard the soft tut-tut. “I mean, yes Tohm-”
“I really you this way, Sakano.” His cheek was so soft, thought Tohma. Almost like he never shaved. He stroked it with his forefinger, watched the dark haired, blindfolded man shiver. “Does that excite you? The fact that I like you so defenseless?”
Ryuichi giggled. “He means like you in a special way.”
“Shhh….” Tohma lightly tapped Ryuichi's cheek. “Wait for your queue. Now, Sakano… if you learn to look at your act, the way the fans see your act, you will be a much, much better producer.” He took his hand, laced his fingers into his and swung them lightly. “I am not talking about sales. That's cheap. That is good for trends and fads. I am talking about longevity. Find the key to their hearts, make them love your act with unending, undying devotion.” He leaned forward whispered. “Forever and ever.” The fan shivered again.
“Oh, yeah!” Ryuichi groaned. “It's just like that Tohma!”
“What do you say to that, Sakano?” He blew in the shell of his ear and smiled. “You think you can love your act with the same kind of devotion?”
“Yes, Tohm- Tohm-“ Sakano ground his teeth. “I think I can…”
“Oh, I like the way you try to say my name, Sakano. But what about Ryuichi? Say his name. Like a fan.”
“Ryuichi.”
The diva put his hands under his chin and purred.
“Again,” said Tohma.
“Ry-“
“Like a fan!”
“Ryu-“
“Put your heart into it. Now don't make us think you don't care.”
“Tohma let him say it!”
“Shhh.” He reached for the diva, took him in hand and guided Sakano there. “Let him make you feel it.” Ryuichi gasped when one hand on his cock switched with another.
“Ryu….ichiiiii….”
“Oh, fuck yeah….” Two blindfolded heads came together and Ryuichi licked Sakano's face. He left a glistening trail.
“You liked that?” asked Tohma.
“Yeah. Sakano's a good fan!”
“Pump up his ego.” Tohma took Sakano's wrist and made him move up and down. “That's it…” Ryuichi began moaning incoherently. “Listen to that, Sakano. He's amazing isn't he? Perfect pitch, you know.”
“Oh…. Like that…. Keep telling him how to…..mmmm…” Ryuichi began bucking into their hands. There were two touches; one guiding the other. One voice guiding the silent partner.
“Good work…” Tohma licked a drop of sweat from Sakano's forehead. “I knew you had it in you. Listen to that. You've got to really make a diva feel good.”
“Tell him to fuck me!” Ryuichi whined. “Come on, Tohma…. You know how bad I need it!”
“What do you think, Sakano?” Another lick, this time on the cheek.
He lay his sweat soaked black hair on Tohma's shoulder and bit his lip.
“I'll let you do it, you know.”
“Hurry…” Ryuichi was whimpering.
“Show me,” whispered Sakano. “Don't stop showing me.”
“Hurry up, Tohma…”
“Shhh… you're a demanding whore!” Tohma reached for the clear tube of lubrication, unscrewed the cap and poured it over Sakano's right forefinger. It slid down to the base of his hand. “Practice session, first.”
He guided Sakano's hand between Ryuichi's shaking legs, watching with fascination as the two compliant, blindfolded figures struggled and grunted.
“Cold…” Ryuichi rubbed his foot against Sakano's pant leg.
“Don't let him talk you out of it.” Tohma pushed up, forcing Sakano's finger in.
“Oh!” They both sobbed and shook.
“Tell him he's doing a good job.”
“Good job….”
“Now kiss him. A fan's got to show affection, doesn't he?” Tohma loved the way Sakano blindly pecked at Ryuichi's gasping face, until he found the open mouth. ”Don't hesitate.” And he didn't. In one movement Sakano slid his lips over Ryuichi's and dipped his tongue deep inside. “Mmmmm….hmmmmm….”
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Images registered in Tohma's mind through luminescent film. Residual effects of a cocaine hard on. It him enough for regular extracurricular activities, as Mika had charitably, though inaccurately, characterized his addiction. But that wasn't why he did the stuff.
It was escape, pure and simple.
Now he felt so present. And that extra layer? It was something he felt a part of.
Especially when he watched those two kiss. He made that happen. Tohma sighed and watched with a grin. “You two look so sweet, kissing like that.” And they did; Sakano and Chi, brushing their tongues together, lifting their faces away, then coming back for more, carefully synchronized with their blindfolds. “So thoughtful to do it slow for me. Gives me more to watch.”
Sakano rested his forehead on Ryuichi and nodded in Tohma's direction. He was still pushing his fingers into Ryuichi.
“Great. That's great Sakano.” He noticed Kumagoro on the floor. “Aw. Look at this, Chi. Your Koma-baby is all alone!” He picked up the bunny and rubbed it against the diva's cheek. That made Ryuichi gasp; it was a lovely sight to see him, helpless and blindfolded, fingered and kissed by proxy. Sakano's body and Tohma' s directive.
A lovely sight. Absolutely. Tohma kept rubbing Kumagoro on his cheek. “I bet he really likes the way you two look!”
“He… he says so!”
“You hear that?” Tohma bent his head and whispered in Sakano's ear. “It's true. You look great. It's going to be one hell of a performance.”
“Kumagoro says to fuck me now!” Ryuichi wriggled, latched his feet around Sakano's pants and began to roll his hips “Fuck me… Fuck…. Meeee…. Ah!”
Tohma's fingers joined Sakano's. He began jerking back and forth while rubbing the doll over the diva's dribbling cock.
“Kumagoro! You're a dirty bunny!”
“Isn't he?” Tohma was laughing. “Make him really work for it,” he said to Sakano- that gasping, sweating mess behind a black sash. “Come on,” Tohma kept talking, “He's got to warm up to put on a really good show…”
Eight fingers. Tohma realized there were eight of them in Ryuichi. God, the little whore could really take it. Mmmm…. And showing Sakano how to give it to him when they were helpless, unaware of how perverted, how sick, how insane this looked... It was delicious.
“Toh-mahhhhh! You'd better to it!” Ryuichi was thrashing, gritting his teeth and- what was that? Threatening him? Tohma laughed.
“Come on, Chi. Show us what a little whore you are. Come on…. Put on a show for us.”
“He can't see it.” Yes, Ryuichi did sound angry.
“I can!” Tohma pulled Sakano's hand out.
“We should be able to see!” Ryuichi tore the blindfold off. “If you're not going to let me get fucked, then let me see what you're up to.”
Tohma closed his eyes and pushed Sakano down. He loved the way he took a deep breath, as if Tohma was pushing his head underwater. “Fair enough.” He chuckled and pulled the blindfolded man's pants down and straddled his hips. “Watch then…”
“Tohma!” Ryuichi groaned. His cock throbbed, and his hips clenched as the blonde slowly lowered himself with small, provocative circles.
“Mmm….” He worked some lube over Sakano's cock. He was so hard, so ready… what a great fan he was. It made Tohma want to just…
“Oh…” Ryuichi felt to his knees and stared as Tohma leveled himself above the trembling Sakano. “Fuck.” Tohma pushed that hard flesh in, then shimmied himself down with a series of shallow gasps. “That was for me! You're so mean, Tohma!”
“I know…”
The words rushed out of his body, and that incredible sensation came in. Oh, yes… So wrong, to let another man fuck him…. So wrong… “Yeah,” Tohma said. “You know what's… what's meaner?” He traced a line from Sakano's chest, between the unbuttoned shirt and down, toward the clenching gut.
“What?” asked Ryuichi.
“I'm asking Sakano…” He threw his head back and began bouncing up and down. Sakano's flesh glided in and out so quickly. “Oh… yes!”
Ryuichi bit his knuckle and jealously groaned.
“What's… ah!” Sakano's face was pale, he was struggling to breath, digging his fingers into Tohma's hips and holding on for dear life as his boss rode him to death. He looked close to dying, too.
Happily.
“Mean of me… Tohma reached down and took the black blindfold off, “To keep… that on…”
“Oh!” Sakano blinked, then cried out when Tohma put his hands behind his blonde head and arched his back. “Oh my god!”
“That's right!” Tohma bounced harder and faster.
“What did you say, Kumagoro?”
“Misssterrrr Sssseeeh-“ Sakano kept staring, laying still in complete shock as he was getting closer and closer…
“Tohma…” the name's owner began rubbing the pink bunny over his own trembling cock. “Say… Tohma…”
“Kumagoro! Don't play with him that way! Stop it, Tohma! Quit hogging all the fun! Kumagoro says it's not fair!”
Suddenly Tohma stopped. He turned and gave Ryuichi a wicked grin and rubbed the bunny against his red cheek. “You should have done what I said, Chi. Should have let me call the shots. That's my job.”
“Kumagoro says different!”
“Sir?”
“Just a second, Sakano. Let me handle it when the act gets pouty.” He narrowed his eyes and began moving up and down, again. “It takes more than wanting it, Chi. Takes more effort.” He rolled his hips in a circle and made Sakano groan. “You've got to know how to make it last.”
Funny, how everything could change, in a moment. How reality could be turned on its head. How black could become white. How the strong could become weak. It only took one moment. One slip.
Then Tohma found his face pushed into Sakano's chest, his ass high in the air, and Kumagoro out of his grasp. The last thing he saw was his bowler cap rolling on the floor, next to his producer, before he shut his eyes.
“Wait…”
“Kumagoro says you're asking for it, Tohma!”
“It?” Tohma blinked.
What 'it' was became very, very obvious, when he felt Ryuichi push something deep inside.
“Chi?” What did the diva do? Tohma was not used to being in this kind of position. He was the shot caller, the rain-maker. He was the one who made things happen. He'd miscalculated, somewhere, pushed Ryuichi too far. Damnit… he knew the risk, but he had played with fire one time too many. ” No…lube…” But it hurt so much. So much he couldn't think, he could only feel. “Ow….”
“Kumagoro says you aren't serious about being in charge, Tohma. Otherwise you'd share and be nice! But no-o-o! You had to be greedy!”
Was it possible? That burning sensation wouldn't allow for any other explanation. He wanted to be the one to get the attention, this time.
Sakano, who came to sit in front of him, carefully held Tohma's arms and helped him sit up. So loyal, a true fan. Tohma would have smiled if Ryuichi wasn't jabbing into him. He pushed so hard, Tohma fell face first into Sakano's gut. Sakano's rock hard cock was pressed against his throat.
Gods, it was so hard just to breathe.
“Didn't you say I couldn't get what I wanted cos I didn't know how to pace myself?” Ryuichi's voice was high and sharp, like his strokes. “Kumagoro says you'r the one who can't pace himself, Tohma! Kumagoro says that's because,” With every word he jerked and pushed harder and harder. “… You're…the…whore… “
“Ryuichi-boy…” Sakano finally spoke again. “Please…be gentler…”
“Kumagoro says be quiet!”
Tohma jerked up when he felt something hard and hot on his thigh. What…. Was… that? Chi's cock? That meant…oh…
“It's his…finger,” he managed to say against Sakano's stomach.
“That's right. Just one finger. Imagine what two hands feel like!”
But he had lube! It wasn't even remotely the same. Divas… Tohma groaned, loudly.
“At least use that stuff,” said Sakano. Tohma could feel his hand in his hair. It was the softest, most gentle touch- so different from the rough handling from Chi. Sweet and cruel. The difference was so good. So good. Something inside of him went off when Ryuichi found that certain spot and pushed, hard.
I want this, Tohma realized. I want this hard. I want this soft. I want it both ways. Somehow Tohma was able to lift his head and see Sakano's flushed face gasping back at him. His eyes were so sweet, so dark. His smile was getting closer.
“No!” Another hand, much harsher than Sakano's, grabbed Tohma by the roots and yanked his head back, hard. Ryuichi's finger slipped away. There was no time to register relief, disappointment, or the more accurate color somewhere in between, when Tohma was whirled around and forced on his hands knees.
Tohma's mouth was stuffed with the pink bunny.
“He's got to be nice! Starting with Kumagoro!”
When he looked up at the diva, it was like seeing a boy-god tower above him.
Maybe Ryuichi was right, maybe he was the whore. After all, how many times did Tohma perform the equivalent of a good cocksucking in the boardroom? How much power had he accrued that way?
“Look at that, Sakano. He's the whore. See?”
“Mr… I mean, Tohma…” There was the barest touch on his shoulder. Ryuichi's fingers just tore his hair harder. It was like they'd rehearsed.
Tohma closed his eye sand groaned. That felt… so… so… good.
“Are you the whore, Tohma?” Ryuichi took Tohma's long, nimble fingers and wrapped them around the cock that was pressed against the boss' thigh, just moments before. Now he had contact with that beautiful, throbbing velvet. “Are you?” Ryuichi thrust into Tohma's hand and nearly gagged him with his bunny.
“Mmm…..hmmm….” Tohma nodded and his hand moved faster.
“You'd do anything, wouldn't you?”
“Mmmm….” Oh yeah… Tohma sucked the smooth, soaked material.
“Show us. Sakano, Komagoro wants Tohma jerk us both off!”
Sakano stood up, gently took his other hand, and wrapped it around his cock. Ah, yes… another lovely, hard cock. All for him. Tohma's eyes went from one to the other, a small smile crept over his face. This wasn't so bad. Not so bad, at all.
Yes, Tohma could definitely find some way to make this work…
“Make us come, Tohma.” Ryuichi was groaning. “That's what you want. Loads of come, huh? Komagoro says you suck like you really want it.”
That's when he got the idea: it was in that tilt in Chi's voice, like he'd tripped over the line. He was losing control again, rolling his hips and throwing his back into each thrust. Sakano was not far behind.
He had so much power in his hands. Tohma pulled himself away from the stuffed animal and beamed up at the diva.
“I want all your come, Chi. Yours too, Sakano.” There was a cocaine haze that made him feel like a god, on his knees. “Angels will weep, when I'm done.”
“Oh…” The diva was so beautiful, like that… when he would shake his head and make his hair would whip around. He looked like a shooting star.
“Toh- Oh- Toh-“ Sakano bit his knuckle. Blush was like mist on his cheeks. So compliant….so sweet. Tohma could just eat him up.
He snickered and slowed down his pace with the diva. “Watch, Chi.”
The clearest, brightest blue eyes watched him take Sakano's cock into his mouth. They were so pretty when Ryuichi got jealous….
That's right… Tohma began bobbing up and down, pinched hips that were writhing under cheap polyester, then smacked down hard, relishing the grunt Sakano made. Oh, yes. And the sweet groan that damn diva made.
Couldn't forget that.
“He gets to fuck your face!” Ryuichi wailed. “It's not fair! Kumagoro says it's not fair!”
Tohma pulled out and rubbed his cheek against the sloppy wet cock he owned. “Yeah, well. Fuck Kumagoro, Chi!”
Ryuichi wasted no time. He grabbed Tohma's blonde head and jammed himself down his throat. “You potty mouth!”
Who was more surprised? Tohma or Ryuichi, when another set of hands pulled Tohma's head away and forced his head back around?
“Please, Mr. Seguchi?” Sakano rubbed himself against Tohma's shocked and open mouth.
“Say… Say Tohma, Sakano.”
“No.” He shook his head, then offered himself- so respectfully- with a gentle push that against raw, swollen lips. “I can't call you that. Please… please just suck me more, Mr. Seguchi? Please… please show me more.”
Tohma closed his eyes and gladly complied. As he was reminded, just moments ago, being in charge sometimes meant the illusion of giving in.
It was good to be the boss.
Sakano made small, mewling noises, shook his head back and forth, and bit his lip. The most delicious blush was spread across his cheeks. It was a red blur as he kept shaking his head. The faster Tohma flicked his tongue, the more he moved.
Fascinating.
“You're so mean to me!” Ryuichi's voice rolled down Tohma's back. It sounded like…sex…
Tohma pushed out his hips and kneaded them, teasing the diva just as he began shaking his head, mimicking Sakano's movements.
“Komagoro saw that!”
Tohma's hand smacked and rubbed, while he snickered and tilted his head to lap Sakano's throbbing, wet flesh. He caught Ryuichi's angry glare and winked.
Prima donnas had to remember who was in charge, if the prima donnas wanted love.
And they all want love, don't they?
“Mr. Seguchi…” Sakano tugged his hair and pulled Tohma back. He gave Ryuichi the most disconcertingly bright smile he could muster in that position. “Oh…” Tohma then rolled his eyes back to Sakano and lathed his tongue over his slit. “Mr. Seguchi…” The tongue kept wriggling, flicking. Tohma kept smiling, laughing…. “Please…”
“He's a cocktease, Sakano!” Ryuichi tried to take Tohma's hand.
But that wouldn't do. No, not at all, thought Tohma. Chi'd have to take a good look at what he was missing. That's what he got for behaving so badly. Tohma closed his eyes and moaned, just for Ryuichi's benefit, and took Sakano deeper into his mouth.
“Oh, boss…” Sakano pressed a hand on his cheek. Tohma struggled to make his gagging as silent and discrete as possible, taking Sakano down his throat, who was clearly enjoying every moment the boss was giving him.
Tohma let his tongue flick and rub against velvet. The power of a good, deep cocksucking was incredible. The world could be led on its knees, with the right technique… Down to it's knees, like Sakano was aching to do right then and there. He could hear the cheering fans, feel the spotlight dance on his sweating skin. Tohma knew this was what he was born to be.
He willed himself to take it all. One day he would. Oh yes, and he would …
He opened one eye to peek at his Chi. He almost smiled, too- nearly beamed at the sight of the shaking, masturbating man-child as he pumped hard against his pink bunny. But at the moment his mouth was… occupied.
What a lovely sight.
“He's deep-throating you, isn't he, Sakano?”
“Ye-yeah…yeah…”
“Tohma give the best head in the world, doesn't he?”
“Oh, yeah….”
Tohma worked the head of Sakano's cock over the roof of his mouth then bobbed back down, sucking him back in. Over and over. Again and again. Of course he gave the best head. It should have gone without saying…
“Is he using his tongue?”
Tohma flicked the base, firmly. Sakano whimpered and nodded as both hands glided over soft, blonde hair.
“It's good, isn't it?” Ryuichi's face was close to Sakano's now, his hips were gyrating and he was sweating over them both, leering and grunting like the whore he was.
Tohma began pumping his own cock with shaking hands at the sight of him. It was almost time…
“It's like fucking his face….” Ryuichi whispered in his ear. “Fuck it…” The for Tohma's head. His bunny touched Sakano's cheek. “Fuck that pretty face, like you always wanted to. Fuck it good… Kumagoro says fuck it good, Sakano….”
It was time.
Yes… when the diva began weaving seductive music about lust and come in the audience's ear, when he could make the fans' eyes roll back into heads with ecstasy, when they silently screamed and threw their heads back as the diva beckoned them into a soul shattering orgasm…
Yes, Tohma knew it was time.
He jumped up, sparkling like a diamond, bursting with the sugar static of his cocaine hard on. Ryuichi shrieked, with a nervous smile on his face.
“Bend over,” said Tohma. I was no request. Tohma meant it. He showed the diva he meant what he said too, with one forceful push to the dresser.
“Somebody's gonna get fuh-ucked!” Tohma threw Chi's naughty little expression back at him, leaned against the diva, strewn on top of Tohma's dressing room table, pressing his throbbing cock against that body.
All Ryuichi could do was giggle. Oh, that silly, high squeal … like the ones he heard schoolgirls use when they talked about Nittle Grasper on the fan shows. So damn seductive in it's curl, so forbidden. He should be above feeling it's effect. So damn sexy, because that made it affect him, even more.
“Oh, you think I'm doing to do it to you?” Tohma wet his finger and laughed when Ryuichi squirmed: Tohma was rimming his ear. “I think you've got to pay some dues, Chi… You know how it is. You've got to give back to your fans.”
“Mr. Seguchi?”
The boss and the singer both looked up and stared at the sad, shaking man who blinked back with big brown eyes.
“Look at that, Chi.” Tohma took Sakano by the arm and guided him until his chest was pushed against the writhing diva's backside. “Your fan… awaits!”
Sakano looked… adorable. Confused and delicious, as Tohma positioned him against Chi. Then he crammed the gasping man's cock into Ryuichi… and just as he pushed his own finger deep and hard into Sakano. Tohma pulled out just a bit, just enough to dribble the necessary lube and go back in. He pushed his thigh against Sakano and urged him to move against Chi.
“Tohma! Komagurou's so gonna get you! You bitch!”
“Make him move, Sakano. Make him show you what he's got… Come on…” He pulled out, then positioned himself just above a pair of hips straddling hips. Flesh on flesh…Tohma pushed his head into the tight, puckered opening and smiled…. flesh.
The silk and heat was even lovelier than the whimper that received him.
“I wanted to surprise my biggest fan.” Tohma reared back, then ground his hips- deep, hard and fast, so he could slam into Sakano, who slammed into Ryuichi. The resonant groans and cries were beautiful, more music.
“Tohma…” Ryuichi's eyes rolled to the back of his head.
The room had a white hot mist that made sweat drip from their skin like melted sugar. Hands locked on hips and bodies rocked in unison; they were one pistoning unit, synchronized in movement and sound. Gasp followed gasp, moan followed moan and fuck followed fuck. In and out, over and over, at a steady, driving pace.
Tohma leaned down and pressed his cheek against Sakano's back as he reached around and found Ryuichi's trembling, dripping cock. “Ah…” he smiled and ran a thumb over the wet tip. That made the diva push back. Tohma could feel the recoil in Sakano. “He's about to come.” He took a deep breath and gave a throaty, appreciative sigh. “Isn't it beautiful, Sakano?” Tohma watched Ryuichi pout in the mirror with closed eyes and pink cheeks. “Incredible performance…” Tohma couldn't help but slam harder into them. “That was just for you, Chi…” He licked Sakano's shoulder and slammed again. “Just for my little diva. My special little whore. Show him what you've got.”
“Mr. Seguchi!” Apparently what Ryuichi had was enough for Sakano. He arched his back and wailed and shook as he pumped his body spastically into the diva. “It's- so good!”
Suddenly the three of them were completely still. The fan came.
“Fuck!” Ryuichi shoved Sakano off of him. “You made him come too soon, Tohma!” Komagoro was shoved between two surprised blue eyes and the diva snapped at his boss. “We really don't think you are very good at being in charge!”
“Oh god…” Sakano slid to the floor and struggled to catch his breath.
“Look what you made him do!”
Tohma crossed his arms, trying to look oblivious to his aching hard on. He even managed to shrug it off with a coy grin.
“Don't give Komagoro your bad attitude, Tohma!”
“What does he want then?” Suddenly he gave the diva a sparkling smile. He loved playing with Chi this way. He was so sexy when he was being a bitch and a whore. One sexy motherfucker…. “Come on, slut! Tell me?” He gave a mock pout.
“Oh! I wouldn't ask questions like that, if I were you!”
He loved the dangerous gleam in the slut's eye. Like he was about to really give it to him. Oh, yes…. This time Tohma was more than prepared for his Chi.
“Oh… he doesn't like it when I ask what he wants?” Tohma rubbed the pink bunny cheek. “What's the matter, Komagoro? Are you a little bitch, too?” He gave Ryuichi a wink and laughed when the diva shoved him to the floor.
“I wouldn't say things like that, if I were you-u-u!”
He looked over his shoulder and caught Sakano's eye. “You've got to be willing to do whatever it takes to make the performer give a great show.” Wink.
“I'll give you a good show, Tohma!”
He was still looking into Sakano's eyes when Ryuichi forced him on all fours, propped his hips up and slammed into him. Deep and hard.
It hurt…. Oh yeah…. It was so good…
“How's that for your little show, Sakano?” Ryuichi's voice was a purr. “Like it?”
“Oh… oh god yes…”
Tohma was a groaning mess, bent over Komagoro between his face and the floor. Did Chi want him to suck on it? Maybe… The kinky bastard… Sexy bitch couldn't get enough of this sort of thing… Tohma took it in his mouth and make loud, sucking sounds.
“Yeah…” Ryuichi's other hand was bruising his hip; his thrusts were pushing farther and farther into his body. “Take it, Tohma. You're the fuck now. How does it feel?”
“Mnnnn…..”
Suddenly his hair was tugged and Tohma was forced to sit up, still penetrated. “Can't say anything, can you? Got your mouth full with some bunny cock, huh?”
Tohma nodded, loving the power he had to make a mere boy-man into a leering god. Damn, he was good. He pushed his hips into Ryuichi. His wrists were taken like reigns and the diva rode him. Hard. Harder than he'd ever been fucked, before.
“You're a dirty, perverted whore, Tohma. You just can't get enough, can you?”
Tohma shook his head and let out a loud, affirmative growl.
“Love that cock, don't you?” Ryuichi took Komagoro out of his mouth and took his chin between his fingers. “Say it!”
Tohma defiantly shook his head, smiling devilishly, because he wanted the consequences. Now that he'd had a taste of what ti was like when his Chi tried to dominate him, he was hungry for another taste. Another chance to show the sexy motherfucker just who the boss was.
“You asked for it!” Ryuichi screamed. “Don't say you didn't ask for it!” He withdrew from Tohma's body and shoved him to the floor. Tohma rolled on his back and gput his hands behind his head with a grin.
“Do your worst, Chi.”
Gods, he was gorgeous. Angry, throbbing, sweating and ready. Tohma licked his lips and got a growl in return.
“Look at him, Sakano. Doesn't he put on a show?” asked Tohma.
“Don't I?” Ryuichi's eyes narrowed. “Get on your knees, Tohma.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Oh, you'll really like it.” Ryuichi smiled back for a fleeting moment, then grabbed Tohma's waist and forced him to turn around and push out his hips. “Komagoro thinks you'll really get have a really big surprise.”
Tohma smirked, waiting for this `big surprise.' He was not all that easy to shock. In business or bed. He'd seen everything, done everything- twice. He chuckled as he heard the diva whisper something to Sakano. What could they possibly do to-
Then he saw stars.
“What the …. fuck….” His eyes got wider when he let out the dirty word. He couldn't help it, though, because he was being stretched to the limit. There was something huge pressing into him, and four hands that kept him still and would not let him move.
“Like it?” The diva was laughing. “It's Komagoro's idea!”
“What…” Tohma closed his eyes and struggled to breath, but it was like there was no breath left in him. “What did you put in me, now?”
“More like… who and how many…”
Tohma managed to look over his shoulder, by some small miracle, and there he saw Sakano and Ryuichi, pressed together, focusing on the place between their legs, a place that intersected with that wide, hard stretch.
Oh no…not… it couldn't be…
“Both…of you?”
So he hadn't done everything. Not quite…
“Surprise!” Ryuichi winked.
“Sakano?” Tohma was shocked. “You, too?”
“You'll look so good like this, Mr. Seguchi.” He ran his hand down his boss' spine and licked at the sweet sweat. “I know you'll like it. I just know it.”
“Isn't he good fan, Tohma?” Ryuichi smiled at Sakano and kissed him gently on the lips. “Come on, Mr. Sakano. Let me show you a really good time...”
They weren't completely inside of him. No, they were both pushing in, at the very edge of penetration, at the most sensitive, agonizing point. Tohma was never stretched so wide, before. He felt so violated- so… so ruined….
Oh god! They held his arms to keep him from falling face first into the floor, this time. It was cocaine and violence: hard pistoning pumps, one cock after the other, lancing into him, one after the other, searing him with white heat.
He was never, ever made so dirty, so nasty. By his own employee, and his own bitch. Of all people…
“Yeah- harder!” His voice was so unrecognizable, so desperate. Tohma couldn't get enough.
Sakano and Ryuichi were in sync with each other. One would pull out; the other pushed in, and each groaned in turn. They must have loved the way their cocks were pressed together, rubbing and fucking together, deep inside the bitchy blonde who wanted it so, so badly.
Yes… yes he did.
Tohma sobbed as his cock dribbled out the beginnings of an orgasm between his knees. It felt so good to give up control….
“Komagoro says you look better, Tohma!” Ryuichi was laughing. “Sakano, I want to push in at the same time.”
“Mmnnnn…” The man couldn't say much. He was too involved in squeezing his boss' very abused rump, biting his lip as he imagined biting a piece of that ass. So good….
“Komagoro says I get to watch you come!” Ryuichi abruptly pulled out. Tohma nearly fell to the floor, but the diva was already there, laying on his back, facing him, catching him. “I can't wait! Komagoro always has the best ideas.”
Tohma moaned when Ryuichi lunged upward. One push and he was in, again. Then Sakano joined in…
“Oh god…”
Two cocks, pushed all they way inside, at once…. All the way. Tohma threw his head back and screamed. Ryuichi muffled it by stuffing the pink bunny in his mouth, again.
“Let's give it to him, okay Mr. Sakano?”
“Oh, yeah…”
Tohma was being split apart. He was so humiliated, so degraded. Tears rolled down his cheek. Was it possible to feel so much…pleasure?
“Yeah…” The diva propped him up on his hands, angled his fingers just enough to pinch his nipples. “That'll teach you to be nice, Tohma!” He reached up and lightly smacked red cheeks. “See,” slap, “what you get,” slap, “for being,” slap, “such a bitch?”
And all he could do was take it. Take it all. The mind numbing stretching and grinding. The grunting, the sweating, the snickering, the fucking.
Tohma sobbed, loved the way Komagoro smothered the sound.
It felt… so good to be so… wanted…
“You like that?” Ryuichi pulled the bunny out of Tohma's mouth. “Tell me, Tohma!”
“Bitch!” Tohma was snarling, demanding more and more and more.
“Oh, god. Mr. Seguchi! You're so good!”
And he got it. Ryuichi and Sakano just pounded harder.
“You're asking for it, aren't you?” The diva smacked his face again. “You like being a nasty, dirty whore. Isn't that right?”
“You would know!” Tohma gasped.
“Oh, yeah...” Ryuichi smacked him again, laughed when Tohma leered down at him, and then combed back the sweaty blonde hair before yanking the boss down for a deep, hard kiss. “That's right. But you're the whore, now!” After one childish squeal he began thrusting his tongue into Tohma's mouth in concert with the thrusts he and Sakano were impaling Tohma with.
Two pairs of hard, groping hands pawed his body and pulled at his hair as they ground away at him, pounding lust and every filthy, disgusting thought they ever entertained into Tohma. Performer and audience, pushing and fucking him harder and deeper. If he moved them would feel it, the current would change according to his position. Tohma loved the power he felt, the dependence they both had on his flesh.
He pushed himself away from Ryuichi's greedy mouth and forced him up as he took the brown sugar hair in his fist and twisted.
The diva wasn't the only one with surprises.
“You like this, Chi? Sakano?”
“Oh…” they both moaned and adjusted to the vice grip his upright body had on their cocks. It was so painful, so tight…. so good. Tohma moaned, too.
“You two love this ass, don't you?” He bit his lip and managed to rotate his hips, slowly, carefully. He didn't want audience and performer to be apart. Not ever. “Say it! Say it before I get up and leave you bitches to jerk off!”
“Yes!” Sakano was the first to speak. “I love your ass, Mr. Seguchi!”
“Gonna fuck your ass good, Tohma!” Ryuichi's hands were like paws. He dug his nails deep into Tohma's skin. “I'm not gonna let you go, either!”
“Then fuck it like you love it!” Tohma gasped, taking a fist full of both the audience and the diva's hair. “Like…” he bit Sakano's lip and made him moan, “You…” he licked Ryuichi's ear and smiled as he growled. “Love…” he brought their heads together. “It…” He extended his tongue. On queue they did the same, and all three flicked their tongues against each other. Tohma rolled his hips and signaled the commencement. “Now…”
Heads pressed together, bodies meshed in a tangle that was conjoined inside his body; the three naked, struggling bodies writhed. Voices rose and Tohma began to bounce up and down, slowly at first, then faster… faster…. The voices peeled and hands, six hands, grabbed and groped flesh… Tohma directed them, calculated the thrusts as they rammed him harder, deeper… more, more.
He began seeing double. Was it the pain? No- yes. Not just from the penetration- Tohma realized he was about to come. Very hard, very quickly. The blood was pulsing just under the surface of his skin; the buzzing in his brain was intensifying.
When he looked at Ryuichi and Sakano, breathless, listless, reaching for ecstasy, he smiled.
All this power… all this control.
Then he lost it…. It was signaled in that first white rope that hit Ryuichi's beautiful, gasping face. Tohma was coming…
Oh gods…. The room was spinning around and taking him under. It hurt to come this hard… his body squeezed, desperate to hold on to every drop as it shot out, as if it wanted to relish every drop of torture… and Ryuichi, with Sakano, held him up, jabbed him harder, greedily fucked the orgasm out of his body.
He was like the air… so free… so free….
Tohma smiled when the diva followed suite. What a good whore…His mind barely registered the thought, but it was enough to make him sigh and smooth his come all over the diva's face as he screamed.
“Fuck it good, Chi!”
“Potty…mouth!” The diva tried to fall to the floor, but Tohma held him.
“Smack…it…” Tohma was breathless… spent and tired. But he wasn't about to let Ryuichi off that easily. The little whore didn't deserve any rest! “Smack his rump, Sakano…”
Like a good fan, he did just what Tohma. Ryuichi groaned and shuddered. Tohma couldn't hold himself or the damn diva up any longer, and they slid to the floor, together. Sweat and come made their bodies gleam.
Sakano loomed over them, still hard, still shaking, and still ready…
“Look at that…” Tohma put his hand on his forehead and laughed between gasps. “Sakano… The performance is over, if you're an audience member. We leave them high and hard. Wanting more.” He turned to the diva and winked. “Don't we, Chi?”
“That's what,” groan. “Komagoro,” pant. “Says…”
“You want to leave it like this?” Tohma sat up on his hands and eyed the trembling cock between Sakano's legs.
He whimpered.
“I didn't think so.” Tohma sat up, rubbing the come on his face and chest into his skin, as if it were a luxurious cream. Then he absentmindedly began doing the same for Ryuichi. “Perk up, Chi. Sakano wants another show.”
“Oh, you're kidding!” Ryuichi flapped his arms on the ground and whined. “But I want to take a nap, Tohma! Come on, don't make me get up! Why don't you suck suck him off or something?” He reached for Komagoro, who had been ignored long enough, and curled himself into a ball. “Nighty-night.”
“Come on!” Tohma pulled him up by his hair, rolled his eyes when Chi shrieked, then forced the diva to join him in a kneeling position in front of Sakano. “You don't want to disappoint a fan, do you?”
Ryuichi's was grinding his teeth. “Fine…just… let go of me!” He gave Tohma a shove when he was released. “You're mean!”
“What do you say, Sakano?” Tohma took him in hand and began pumping. “You think we can put on a show that'll make you come some more?”
He didn't give him any time to respond. Tohma wasn't about to. He had one more trick up his sleeve. The static buzz and cocaine residue still fizzled through him. What a thrill it was to look up at Sakano's shocked face as he and Chi tilted their heads and touched their lips together, while they closed their mouths around Sakano's cock. They kissed each other, flicking their tongues together, over and under him, and carefully timed the movements, to slide up and down.
Sakano put one hand on each head and tried to thrust. They responded by laughing, sending vibrations into him as they shook their heads and wreaked havoc on his sanity. Two sets of eyes watched him, gauged him timed themselves, took turns bobbing at him, gagging on him.
They had complete control over their fan.
“Mr. Se-gu-chi! Ryui-chi-boy!”
There it was, the big pay off. They loved the sound of a fan screaming their names. It was just as good as coming.
Sakano threw his head back and wailed, splattering Tohma and Ryuichi. They took his cock and aimed it at each other's faces, laughed and caught what they could in their mouths. Then they shoved Sakano to the floor, snickered and licked each other's faces clean.
“Bravo…” Sakano whispered as Chi and Tohma began swapping his come from one mouth to the other. They were already hard, again. “Bravo…”
There was a faint clapping sound as Tohma flipped Ryuichi on his back and began rubbing Komagoro between the diva's spread legs.
“Whore…” Tohma put his middle finger in Chi's mouth and made him coat it.
“You're such a pervert, Tohma.”
“Not a pervert…” he shoved his finger deep inside and made Chi squirm.
“I know… just a married guy who likes to screw around with guys.”
“Sexy motherfucker…”
Sakano nearly fainted at the sight of his boss mounting Ryuichi-boy again.
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Mr. K checked his watch several times, before knocking. He usually didn't bother with that kind of formality, but the last time he didn't, he wound up seeing a lot more of Ryuichi and the boss-man than he ever wanted to see.
If a person wasn't careful, he'd get invited in. Not his bag, baby. Not his bag. Well, not usually, except back in the states. Just a couple of times…
“Have you seen Sakano?” K asked Noriko as she passed by in that sweet, bouncy ballerina number.
When she shook her head, those cute curls bounced, just like her tits. Mr. K pushed up his glasses and took the toothpick out of his mouth to smile.
“You looked nice out there, girlie.”
“Go try it on with some groupie!” Noriko might have sounded tough as nails, but her wink was pure sex kitten.
“Meow!” Mr. K couldn't help but wink back. Her lips reminded him of cherry glaze on cheesecake….
He didn't realize how close she was, until the door flew open and they jumped apart. Damnit!
Hand on his holster, K watched Ryuichi, Tohma and Sakano trail out of the dressing room, drenched in sweat, clothes torn to hell… with very satisfied smiles on their faces. Tohma had Kumagoro in his belt buckle. Sakano was wearing the boss' hat. Ryu-boy had Sakano's tie on his forehead in a ridiculous bow.
“Hey, K…” Ryuichi waved at him.
“You three look…relaxed…” Noriko's eyebrow went up as she caught K's eye. “After show party?”
“More like an encore…” Sakano mumbled. He must not have meant to say that, thought K as he let go of his gun, because he was turning bright red.
Then it was Mr. K's turn to turn red, as he realized…
Noriko threw her head back and laughed.