Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ The Sexual Misadventures of Seguchi Tohma: Part One ❯ Part One ( One-Shot )

Title: The Sexual Misadventures of Seguchi Tohma: Part One

Co-authored by: Bound n' Gagged

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Gravitation is the property of Maki Murakami.

Warning: Graphic and violent sexual situations. PWP.

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Seguchi Tohma sat in his office at NG Productions, staring across his wooden desk at Ma-kun, guitarist of ASK. Ma-kun had come to see Tohma, without an appointment, to beg for his job back. He had lost it due to the stupidity of one of his band mates, and in addition to that, he had been arrested and sent to jail over a matter that was not his fault. He was pissed off at the situation, and at Tohma's perceived unfairness. The meeting had quickly turned into an argument, and angry insults were thrown across the desk in both directions. Ma-kun ridiculed Tohma over his wife's recent unfaithfulness, and Tohma accused Ma-kun of being nothing more than pathetic trash, coldly stating that he should find something better to use against him if he wished to hurt him. Eventually, Tohma grew tired of Ma-kun's stabs at his love life, and he stood, slowly approaching Ma-kun. He told him that he had no desire to be with a woman who could not satisfy him in bed, and Ma-kun found himself curious enough to ask why. After Tohma's revelation, the two men discovered that despite their glaring differences, they did have a small amount of common ground.

Ma-kun smiled sadistically, amazed that Tohma was admitting to having certain sexual proclivities they had been speaking about. "Do you like anything specifically? Or anything to make you scream?"

Tohma watched him with great curiosity, his eyes scanning Ma-kun's face for any sign of deception. "Anything that will make me scream." He wondered if Ma-kun planned to use this against him in some way, and if so, what Ma-kun would gain from it. His mind came up with nothing, and he decided to talk this over, and find out what Ma-kun might have to offer.

Ma-kun flexed his hand as if he were testing his grip. As a guitarist, he had a considerably strong one… and it was useful for activities other than playing guitar. "Ever try autoerotic asphyxiation? You won't scream but it'll make everything feel much better."

Tohma shivered slightly at the thought, and then sighed. "Not...really. My last lover left me before I could make a suggestion for something new. I assume I must be terrible in bed…perhaps not interesting enough." He knew that he was not terrible in bed, but he wanted to see Ma-kun's reaction to the statement.

Ma-kun nodded and looked as if he was going to approach Tohma, but then he just shoved his hand brusquely, and almost reluctantly, into his pocket. "You need to find someone who will do it, Seguchi." He shrugged, just throwing out the suggestion.

Tohma ran his hand through his hair, mildly frustrated that Ma-kun spoke so easily of this, not noticing Ma-kun's telling hand movement. "That is not something you ask random people."

Ma-kun shrugged again, this time smirking at him as well. "I don't know, you have a whole building full of non-random people to ask. Surely you can find someone who would be willing."

Tohma looked at him as if he was saying something completely unheard of. "What would you do if Seguchi Tohma, president of NG Pro, came up to you and asked if you were willing to do that? It is just not something that I can ask people."

Ma-kun raised his eyebrow at Tohma. "I'd tell him he was crazy but I'd do it." He grinned. "Gladly." And he would, too… but he didn't think that Tohma would actually consider him a suitable sex partner, willing or otherwise.

Tohma looked surprised at Ma-kun's answer, and did not bother to hide his expression. He immediately assumed that Ma-kun said that because of the present situation. "Ah...even without this conversation having taken place?"

Ma-kun chuckled, figuring Tohma thought he was just blowing hot air. "Yeah, and despite the fact that you just called yourself 'the worst person in bed' and all of that shit."

Tohma frowned, finding Ma-kun's answers to be highly disturbing. "I am sure you are aware that most people would not answer like that. Why would you?"

Ma-kun almost laughed in Tohma's face. What a question! "Because I like doing that shit..." What other reason would there be?

Tohma raised one eyebrow, having never given much thought to the sexual preferences of the members of ASK. He wondered if Ma-kun would really do it, and decided to find out. "And if I asked you right now?"

Ma-kun snorted in exasperation, not quite willing to believe that Tohma was serious… or perhaps.... perhaps he was? "Come on, Seguchi. You wouldn't want trashy ol' me fucking around with you." He leaned towards Tohma and looked at him searchingly, wondering. "Or would you?" He smirked at the thought of Tohma wanting this to happen. "What if I went too far?"

Tohma stared at him, his expression conveying the gravity of the situation. "That would be my problem alone, because I know it can happen going into something like this." It actually scared him terribly, but he liked that tingle of fear that he felt at the base of his skull.

Ma-kun became almost convinced that Tohma was really going to go for it, and he grinned. "You'd actually be into it? Right here, right now, Seguchi?" He laughed. "I'll do it on one condition." He hoped Tohma would take him up on it… he really wanted to have some fun with this, and… maybe do it for personal gain, as well.

Tohma thought over the possibilities of that. He really wanted to try something as extreme as what Ma-kun was offering, and was not sure that he would find himself in a situation like this again. "What is your condition?"

"I want my fucking job back."

Tohma could not believe he was actually discussing this, but he could not prevent himself from being intensely drawn to the offer. "I thought that you would ask that." He thought about Ma-kun's demand, turning it over in his mind, then decided that it might be best to keep ASK under his control. "Granted."

Ma-kun grinned manically over the thought of regaining his position at NG without much effort, and laughed a little at the thought of how much fun he could have doing it. "And where do you want to do this, Seguchi? Or, should I ask, are these walls soundproof? You're going to scream at some point... and I don't want to get arrested again."

Tohma swallowed hard after hearing Ma-kun's words, several possibilities flashing in his mind. "This room...is not soundproof. There are old, unused studios on the seventh floor." He could not believe that he was going to do this horrifyingly odd act, but he also could not imagine letting an opportunity like this pass by. He hoped that Ma-kun was not going to kill him as revenge for the past.

Ma-kun had not even considered killing Tohma; he was just interested in his job. He nodded, mulling over the suggestion. "Better off there." He wondered if Tohma would actually give him his job back, or have him imprisoned for assault again after this. He decided to find out. "How can I be sure you're gonna uphold your end of this bargain, Seguchi?"

Tohma looked him in the eye, throwing his own doubt back at Ma-kun. "How can I be sure that you will not kill me? We are both taking risks."

Ma-kun shrugged as if shaking off Tohma's implied accusation. "I have to admit, I'm a little rusty... we'll see how my timing is." He glanced at Tohma and smirked, flexing his hand again rhythmically.

Tohma chuckled, though his unseen reaction was one of excitement at that thought. "If I die, you will not be able to get your job back. I hope your timing is good."

Ma-kun cracked his knuckles, groaning inwardly at that obvious fact needing to be shown to him. "Good point." He gestured toward the door. "Lead the way... unless you're getting cold feet." He hoped his timing was still okay, as he wanted to give Tohma what he was promising, and certainly did not want to kill him. He just wanted his job back, dammit.

Tohma walked over to his desk and pulled some keys out of the top drawer. He walked out of the office, stopping to tell the secretary that he would be gone for an undetermined amount of time. After a very brief conversation, where the secretary gave a questioning glance to Ma-kun, they walked to the elevator. Tohma pressed the button to go down, and waited. When the lift arrived, he stepped on.

Ma-kun followed Tohma, a bored expression on his face. He was actually pretty intrigued, though, and was trying to hide it. He had never pegged Tohma for that type, really. He wondered just how far he would take it and how far Tohma wanted it to be taken, slightly wary of the situation as he had never been asked for this sort of thing before.

Tohma pushed the appropriate button, and took them to the seventh floor without saying a word. This floor was one that was not even accessed by the janitorial staff, as it was not currently in use. After a brief glance around, he went to one of the last doors, sliding the key into the lock. He pushed open the door after turning the key, and entered the dark room.

Ma-kun walked into the room behind Tohma, looking around. Ugh, pretty dusty. You don't need to be physically choked to suffocate in here. He turned his mind back to what they planned to do, and wondered just what Tohma wanted out of it. "Any other special requests before we get down to business?" He wanted to be sure that Tohma got everything he desired, thus making sure his job would be secured.

Tohma quietly locked the door behind them, just to be certain that they would not be disturbed in any way. "As far as I am concerned, you can do as you please, as long as you do not break bones, permanently damage my hands or face, or kill me. I truly do wish to know what I like... and what I do not... and I am willing to take my chances with whatever you choose to give. As I hope you know, I will not hold you responsible for any damage done to me within the guidelines I have set." Tohma thought that this seemed very much like a sadistic business deal, but he was satisfied with the way his statement sounded.

Ma-kun thought about this for a second before nodding. "Sounds good to me." He reached out and grabbed Tohma's wrist, pulling him towards him forcefully. He held Tohma against him for a second, and hissed, "We'll see what we can do," before pushing him against the wall violently and stepping up to press his hips firmly into Tohma's. He smirked, enjoying the way the situation was playing out already. Perhaps it was a business deal, but it would be an enjoyable one, for sure.

Tohma gasped from the shock of the sudden rough treatment, feeling the first tingling of dark desire in his body. He licked his lips and stared at Ma-kun with a wanting expression, having no idea what was going to happen, but filled with great curiosity and almost sick anticipation. He wondered if he would still like it if he was really hurt, but somehow he thought he would, after getting over the first shock. He also had a feeling that Ma-kun would hurt him.

Ma-kun leaned against the wall with his hands on either side of Tohma's head and looked into his face, still smirking. Shock and desire were great expressions to see on Seguchi Tohma's normally placid and angelic face, no doubt. He ground his hips into Tohma's and bent his head to Tohma's neck, sucking the skin hard into his mouth. He did not want to kiss Tohma, though. The thought weirded him out just a little bit, and no matter how indifferent he would be later about having fucked his boss, he did not relish the thought of having to remember kissing him.

Tohma grew hard almost immediately, his eyes glazing over and his breathing speeding up. He had no idea what Ma-kun would do, since he had never had sex with him before, but he did sense violence beneath Ma-kun's surface. The thought aroused him even more, and he moaned quietly, pushing back into Ma-kun with his hips.

Ma-kun chuckled a little, amused at the feel of Tohma's already-hard length pressing into him. He really does like this, huh? Ma-kun reached down and grabbed Tohma's hip a little too tightly, giving him the leverage needed to push against him even more. He bit the skin that he had bruised, knowing it to be more sensitive, and pulled on it with his teeth.

Tohma cried out softly at the slight pain in his hip and neck, turning his head to the side to expose more of his neck. His hands were at his sides, as he was not quite sure what to do with them. Somehow, he thought that touching Ma-kun would be unwelcome. It made him want to do it, just to find out his reaction. He lifted his hands to Ma-kun's waist, lightly holding him.

Ma-kun completely ignored Tohma's unexpected but not wholly unwelcome touch and concentrated on mauling his neck. He switched to another spot and sucked brutally. His hand slid into Tohma's hair, then towards his jaw, and he rubbed Tohma's jaw-line slightly with his thumb at the same pace as he rubbed his hips into him. He was starting to get very turned on from Tohma's responses to his roughness. He wondered how much more violent he could be… and remembered Tohma's words before they began; giving him permission… he almost chuckled at the thought of being able to abuse Tohma however he pleased without fear of repercussions.

Tohma briefly wondered how he was going to explain these marks to Mika, and then decided that he really did not care, not after her most recent transgression involving a bartender. He gasped softly at the feeling in his neck where Ma-kun was applying intense suction. He shifted, his legs spreading slightly, though he was mostly immobile due to Ma-kun's body. He only wanted to somehow increase the amount of contact between their bodies.

Ma-kun pushed Tohma's chin up suddenly and bit his neck cruelly, leaving noticeable teeth marks. He whispered to Tohma, his voice guttural and low from his rapidly rising lust, "You'd better get these fucking clothes off before I rip them to shreds." He continued biting Tohma's neck, alternately sucking the skin into his mouth and letting it slide free, scraping against his teeth ferociously both ways.

Tohma lifted shaking hands to his white shirt, and began to unbutton it. He felt tears form in his eyes from the sudden, sharp pain of Ma-kun's bites, and moaned again, pressing into him as much as he could. He got the shirt unbuttoned, though it could go nowhere with his back against the wall. He forced his hand between their hot bodies and unfastened his pants, pushing them down and letting them drop to the floor. He was still staring up, basically forced to do so by Ma-kun and not wanting to fight it

Ma-kun made no move yet to remove his own clothes, and kept biting Tohma's neck, getting even more turned on thinking that these marks were not going to fade for a very long time. No doubt, Tohma's wife will be more than a little upset... He chuckled again, thinking about how much Mika would hate Tohma for this, and he tried to think of ways to make her hate him more. His hand drifted to the side of Tohma's neck that he was not mauling and he pressed his thumb into the softest area, gauging Tohma's response to this new sensation before continuing.

Tohma swallowed, his throat working hard as he did. He found Ma-kun's touch to be very odd, a strange feeling starting to form as Ma-kun's thumb pressed into him. He moaned as he realized that almost all of his pleasure now was based on pain alone.

Ma-kun decided that this was a favorable response, and slid downward on Tohma, scraping his teeth into Tohma's chest hard as he went. He bit one of Tohma's nipples viciously, his teeth practically meeting. His nails scraped coarsely down Tohma's hips, but he avoided Tohma's erection purposely, not wanting to give Tohma anything but agony at the moment.

Tohma hissed, white-hot pain flashing in his chest, sending a streak of pleasure straight to his groin. His hands pressed back against the wall, only to keep them from flailing helplessly. He moaned when he felt Ma-kun's nails, and how they glided right by his erection, ignoring Tohma's need to be touched. He was painfully aroused, and a tear slid slowly from his eye, his body's instinctive reaction, not a mental reaction to the pain.

Ma-kun bit the other nipple just as hard, if not harder, tugging on it ruthlessly. He decided that perhaps he should take his clothes off so they did not get too messy… it wouldn't be too good to walk out of here with Seguchi's blood on me. Careful to not touch Tohma's arousal yet, he removed his shirt and flung it to the side, well out of range of body fluids. He looked at Tohma, grinning, as he unfastened his pants, hoping to unnerve him a little bit. He wondered what Tohma was thinking right then, watching him... and realized he did not actually care in the slightest. He just wanted to enjoy torturing him. He stood up, kicking his pants off as they fell to his ankles, and reattached his mouth to Tohma's neck, biting it with as much intensity as he attacked his nipples. He pressed his hips into Tohma's again, grinding against him, his bare flesh touching Tohma's naked and straining desire for the first time.

Tohma moaned, far too aroused to form anything other than the primal sound. His hands reached up to grasp Ma-kun's hips instinctively. He wondered if Ma-kun was enjoying this, and if so, if he was enjoying it more than he normally would because he was dominating a man of power, a man he probably hated. His body felt as if it was responding literally all over, and he writhed against the wall, and against Ma-kun.

Ma-kun's hands dropped to Tohma's ass, squeezing and molding the flesh, and he lifted him up slightly, allowing his cock to slide between Tohma's legs. He rubbed against him, enjoying the friction, but then lifted him up even more to press into Tohma's tight and extremely unprepared entrance. Hard.

Tohma screamed as his body registered the blinding pain, his fingers digging desperately into Ma-kun's arms. The lower half of his body felt as if it was on fire, and he breathed heavily, feeling more tears slip down his face. That violent entry hurt worse, physically, than anything he has ever experienced, yet he felt his arousal spike suddenly. He looked into Ma-kun's face, and softly whispered, "More..."

Ma-kun smirked and leaned back a little bit, bringing one hand up to slap Tohma's face, leaving a stinging red welt. "Shut up, Seguchi. You're not in a position to be asking for anything." He pressed Tohma against the wall, thrusting into him without care or hesitation. He felt Tohma rip ever so slightly, and the resultant blood made a good lubrication for his repeated forceful thrusts.

Tohma's head turned to the side when he was slapped, his cheek feeling numb for several seconds before it started burning. He left his head facing that way, biting his lip hard, moaning slightly as his body told him that this pain felt good. His moan became louder as he thought about the fact that this man, so far beneath him socially, was violently taking him and ordering him. He never thought he could be aroused by letting someone like Ma-kun do this.

Ma-kun's hand closed on Tohma's neck, pressing remorselessly into the soft tissue again. He gripped Tohma's ass with his other hand, keeping him lifted against the wall. His fingers dug deep into Tohma's flesh, and he hoped that he was hurting him more than was required. He thrust harder into him, feeling Tohma's body giving way, but also tightening around him, encouraging him to press his fingers more firmly into Tohma's neck. He could almost feel the blood supply to Tohma's brain decreasing, and wondered if Tohma would black out. That would be funny, actually. He vaguely wondered what he would do if Tohma did black out, but figured he would deal with it later if it did happen… which it hopefully wouldn't… if his timing was still accurate.

Tohma's eyes widened, his hands instinctively reaching up to pull at Ma-kun's hand, though he was not trying very hard. Despite the fact that he was feeling lightheaded, he wanted to know what this was like, wanted to know the pleasure of depriving his body of oxygen while in a sexual situation. He tried to swallow but found it hard to do, nearly impossible, and as the strange sensation in his head grew stronger, he started to panic. His hand grabbed more desperately at Ma-kun's hand on his neck as he tried to free himself. His lower body still hurt terribly, and each move by Ma-kun was more painful than the last. He opened his mouth to speak, scream, but nothing came out. Tohma felt himself climax suddenly, not having noticed it's immediacy over the other sensations in his body. Tohma would have felt extremely embarrassed over coming so quickly, were there not so many other things going on with his body.

Ma-kun grinned as Tohma's consternation grew and he struggled, and then Ma-kun released Tohma's neck as he felt him spill, bringing his hand up to slap Tohma violently across the face again. "No wonder your wife needed a little something else if you have this sort of problem." He smirked at Tohma, hoping to add to his psychological discomfort, but he knew that what Tohma was feeling physically was probably the most intense thing he had felt in a long time, and he really didn't blame him in the slightest for coming so quickly. He slid out of him despite not yet finding his own release, and surveyed the mess. He had blood on his cock, and his abdomen was slick with Tohma's fluids. Ma-kun grabbed Tohma's hair and sneered nastily. "Before we continue, you're going to lick me clean." He pulled Tohma's head down to his cock by his hair, yanking much harder than necessary.

Tohma cried out, but did as he was told, feeling very turned on by this forcefulness and even Ma-kun's cruel words. His body was shaking hard as his tongue slipped between his lips to touch Ma-kun's erection. He dragged it over his length, wanting to clean away the blood and come from Ma-kun's body, despite the fact that part of him wanted to rebel just to see what the result would be. He realized that he had never before hurt this much from sex, but he had also never had it feel this good. He swallowed each bit of semen and blood that he took into his mouth, finding the taste to be tremendously erotic.

Ma-kun gripped Tohma's hair, using it as a handle to pull Tohma's head around, guiding his lips and tongue to clean off the fluids. Watching Tohma's mouth smear the mixture around was almost painfully arousing, and Ma-kun needed to feel himself inside Tohma again, one way or another. When the mess was mostly cleaned up, he held Tohma's head steady and slapped him hard again before pressing his cock roughly into Tohma's mouth. He did not let Tohma adjust, but started thrusting, still holding his hair tightly so he couldn't move.

Tohma gagged violently, his ear ringing from being slapped so hard. He widened his mouth as much as possible, trying to lessen the discomfort for himself, not wanting to vomit on Ma-kun. He felt his shirt slide completely off his body, and did not try to stop it, letting it flutter to the floor behind him. He opened his eyes, wanting to look up at the man who had made him lower himself to this degrading act, but he saw nothing through the thick tears. Liquid spilled from his eyes when he closed them again. His scalp ached from Ma-kun's rough treatment, and he found himself already feeling the first signs of a renewed erection.

Ma-kun felt Tohma's tears on him and laughed maliciously. "Enjoying this, Seguchi?" He pulled Tohma's head onto his cock roughly a few more times before yanking Tohma off of him and pushing him onto the floor even more roughly. "Too bad I don't have a knife on me, Seguchi. Really, too bad." He pushed Tohma's legs up and entered him again, thrusting even more forcefully into Tohma's ripped and bloody entrance.

Tohma moaned, his voice sounding torn, though it was impossible to tell whether it was from pain or pleasure. His hands grabbed frantically at his own legs, squeezing, needing to touch something. His throat felt raw from the violent gagging, and though his lower body had grown numb from the abuse, he still hurt. He grunted as Ma-kun fucked him, and despite the fact that it was a dangerous move, he told Ma-kun that he had a pocketknife in his pants. He wanted to see if Ma-kun would actually use it, and was looking forward to being sliced open if he did.

Ma-kun laughed a little at the admission, wondering if Tohma knew what he was in for, and if he wouldn't have said anything if he had known. He grabbed Tohma's pants and pulled out the knife. He did not slacken his thrusts, however, and maintained a steady insistent pace as he flipped open the knife and ran it lightly along Tohma's side, surveying his torso with a sneer. "Seems you have a lot of scars here already, Seguchi. What do you do, pour acid into them once you're done?" He smirked spitefully. "Too bad we don't have anything like that up here with us on the seventh floor." He wondered what he could use in its place, and then discarded the thought as he concentrated on the knife's movements.

Tohma wondered how much stamina Ma-kun had left, and hoped it was enough to last until he had caused Tohma more pain. He looked up at Ma-kun fearfully when he started touching his side with the cold blade of the knife, and his cock hardened completely. He was not sure what was better...the pain, or the fear. He somewhat shook his head, knowing Ma-kun was not wanting an answer but feeling compelled to answer anyway. He wondered how much Ma-kun liked seeing the fear, and what it did for him, as he stared up at his face. He started moaning in a low voice, some of his anxiety and lust coming through with the sound.

Ma-kun was only spurred onward by Tohma's noises. He loved the sound of Tohma's fearfulness mixed with his desire; it was the perfect cocktail to fuel his own lust. He ran the knife vertically down Tohma's chest, carving a thin red line. He watched the blood well up in the cut and then smeared the blood, gathering a drop with his thumb and holding it up for Tohma to lick off.

As Tohma ran his tongue over Ma-kun's thumb, being intentionally vulgar in the act, he opened his mouth wider. He wanted to suck on Ma-kun's thumb, to thoroughly clean away his own blood. He used his tongue to silently beg Ma-kun to insert his thumb into Tohma's mouth.

Ma-kun gave in to this insignificant of requests and pressed his thumb into Tohma's mouth, starting to thrust harder as he did so. He suddenly changed his mind, though, and pulled his hand back so he could bury himself deep into Tohma, and holding steadily inside him while he lifted the knife again. In a several quick short strokes, he carved up Tohma's chest and abdomen, making tiny superficial cuts that stung and bled profusely. Ma-kun tossed the knife to the floor and rubbed his palm over the cuts, smearing the blood everywhere.

Tohma savored the aftertaste of blood in his mouth, becoming highly aroused from the coppery flavor. He tipped his head back and moaned as Ma-kun cut him, having never been cut by someone willing to do it so easily. He felt the sting as the cuts made their presence known, and he found himself pushing up against Ma-kun, despite the pain and fatigue in his body. He wiped his finger across his chest and licked the blood from it, already missing the taste.

Ma-kun decided that now was the time to make Tohma hurt… really cause him pain. He wiped the sweat from his own face and chest and slicked it into Tohma's fresh wounds. He knew that this would also alter the healing process... he would love for Tohma's wife to see these wounds... forever. Ma-kun smirked as Tohma cried out from the pain, which was the desired effect, of course.

Tohma's hands moved to clutch desperately at his chest, as if he could have somehow wiped away the sweat and made the pain stop. He felt his erection pulse again as he felt himself draw close to climax. He wondered if Ma-kun would laugh again if he could not hold back, and Tohma found that he almost wanted to hear Ma-kun humiliate him

Ma-kun applied more sweat to Tohma's torso, rubbing it firmly into the cuts. Tohma's entire abdomen was a bloody, sweaty mess, and Ma-kun thought it looked beautiful. He wanted Mika to cringe whenever she saw Tohma's naked chest and abdomen, to flinch whenever she saw Ma-kun's name scarred into the pale flesh. He pumped harder into Tohma, sensing that Tohma was about to come, but was not ready to do so himself.

Tohma put his hands into his own hair and pulled sharply as he climaxed for the second time, neither he nor Ma-kun having touched him either time. He cried out, his body moving violently beneath Ma-kun, the sensation of his orgasm so overwhelming that he felt as if he would pass out. Luckily, he did not, but lay there panting hard, hands still in his now-damp hair.

Ma-kun laughed at Tohma's second and obviously intense orgasm and kept his pace, smearing Tohma's thick ejaculate all over the cuts as well. "Do you come this hard with Mika? Somehow I doubt it." He picked up the knife again and reinforced some of the more shallow cuts, sliding the blade through the fluid mixture to do so. Ma-kun thought that he should make Tohma go back to his office covered in blood, sweat, and cum.

Tohma moaned as the knife cut into him again. Something that sounded very similar to 'no' was heard, but whether it was a response to Ma-kun's question, or a plea to stop, was not clear to anyone, possibly not even Tohma. He felt so very helpless right then, vulnerable, and it only aroused him again. He wondered if it was even possible to get hard again, but he figured that time would tell. He wondered how he was going to clean up from this mess. His hands moved from his hair to Ma-kun's hips, gripping him, though he knew it might not be a good idea.

Ma-kun would not stop right now, even if Tohma asked him. Tohma said he would enjoy everything... and he would to have to, whether Ma-kun had to force him to enjoy it or not. He looked down at Tohma's spent member and grinned evilly as a cruel thought entered his head. He took the reverse side of the knife and slid the metal along Tohma's limp length, not really wanting to cut him, but wanting him to feel the knife somewhere that he would not expect and probably would not want it. He hoped it would frighten Tohma a bit.

Tohma gasped, his body freezing at the feel of the metal. He could not see which side was touching him, but he knew that Ma-kun had the knife against him. Fear flooded his body, not knowing if Ma-kun would cut him there or not, but his body seemed to like it. His silent question was answered as he began to harden again, and he cursed, thinking that it was not possible and that it could not really be happening again, but knowing it was. He realized then that he was a really, truly sick man.

Ma-kun chuckled very low in his throat, thoroughly enjoying Tohma's response. He slid the sharp side of the blade up Tohma's growing arousal, scraping it against him, but angling it so it did not cut him. He rubbed the blade against the base of Tohma's cock a little, and then over his sac. He was enjoying Tohma's reactions thoroughly, but one more time was enough. He did not think he could hold out much more, anyway.

Tohma had to fight hard not to buck up against the touch. He whimpered, feeling very sensitive, wondering what else Ma-kun might do to him. He tried to imagine, but could not, thinking that he had already been hurt pretty bad. Tohma really hoped Ma-kun did not slice his erection with the knife

Ma-kun slid the tip of the knife up the underside of Tohma's cock, again using the dull edge. He did not want to cut him there, and did not plan on it... and would not, if Tohma did not move around. He got to the tip and flicked it gently with the blade before tossing the knife off to the side again. Ma-kun slid his hand through the mess on Tohma's stomach, gathering a handful of it, and then grasped Tohma's length for the first time, using the fluid mixture as lubricant as he stroked Tohma roughly in time to his now rather violent thrusts.

Tohma cried out, his erection painfully sensitive after two orgasms. Still, he thrust up into Ma-kun's hand almost wildly, his mind suddenly snapped from the experience. He moved himself hard against Ma-kun's length as well as up into his hand, working himself relentlessly despite the fact that he was exhausted.

Ma-kun squeezed Tohma's cock hard, moving faster now, intent on making Tohma climax one more time. He moved his hand over the wounds on Tohma's torso, scraping his nails through them ferociously. He grasped at Tohma's hip, smearing blood and semen everywhere... with some even spattering on the floor. He gritted his teeth and tried his hardest to not moan... he did not want to give Tohma that pleasure… at all.

Tohma felt Ma-kun's nails on his chest, and it felt like he was being ripped apart. He screamed as he climaxed, the act so powerful that he was literally left shaking beneath Ma-kun. He clutched Ma-kun's hips, not caring that he was in no position to be forceful, and pulled him against him, though it made little difference in Ma-kun's movements.

Ma-kun bit back a cry of his own as Tohma's spasms and shaking propelled him into an intense orgasm. He pulled Tohma firmly against him one final time, eyes closed, teeth clenched, his body expanding and contracting in seemingly never-ending waves. He let Tohma go and pulled out of him, leaving a trail of cum on the floor as he sat back on his heels. He looked at Tohma's bloody torso and the blood on his own hands... and hoped there was a bathroom on this floor where he could wash up.

Tohma lay there, panting, unable to move. Now that the act was over, he hurt everywhere. He whispered, his voice raspy, "Fuck...," as he tried to push himself into a sitting position. He looked down at the mess he was once he got most of the way up, and then looked at Ma-kun, breathing heavily. Ma-kun, meanwhile, was trying to get the mess off of his hands, using the floor, and trying to not think too much that he just fucked his boss… and cut him… and that they had both enjoyed it. He insisted to himself that he did it only because he wanted his job back… only. He put his clothes back on gingerly, trying to not get blood on anything.

Tohma tried to stand, but could not. Ma-kun watched him struggle, and decided he wasn't going to help Tohma up… absolutely not. He watched the blood and cum congeal on Tohma's torso instead, as Tohma gave up his effort, and remained seated on the floor.

Ma-kun gazed at Tohma's bloody abdomen, admiring his handiwork. That's going to look so good when it scars up. He wondered if Tohma noticed the significance of it, until Tohma said, "You… you scarred me. With your name." Tohma closed his eyes and sighed dejectedly, and Ma-kun laughed in his face, knowing that Tohma could not say a damn thing about the scarring. Tohma did not forbid it… and Tohma knew that as well as Ma-kun.

Ma-kun snickered, "What did you think I was doing? Making random cuts?"

At this, Tohma opened his eyes, and simply said, "Yes," making Ma-kun laugh again.

"Too bad for you."

Tohma tried to shrug a little. "I really do not care. They are only scars, added to my others."

"They're going to be pretty red for a while though.... stand out. And match your neck."

Tohma's hand flew to his neck. "Fuck." He sighed. "How many people have you cut up like this?" He really was curious, after seeing the way Ma-kun handled the knife.

Ma-kun snickered. "No clue." He really didn't know… not one bit.

"You're fucking rough."

"That's what you wanted, though."

Tohma tried not to think about all the places he hurt as he thought to himself, and had to admit that it was what he wanted. "Yes. It was far better than I had imagined." Tohma did not care that he basically complimented Ma-kun. He just... did not care about much right then. No energy to care.

Ma-kun grinned and gave himself a mental pat on the back. This is just what he wanted to hear. "Good. Because I'd hate to think I didn't earn my job back." Ma-kun thought for a second that that he just probably ruined Tohma for everyone else… he wouldn't be able to really enjoy rough sex again without it being this rough. He started getting the slightest bit weirded out that he was sitting and calmly chatting with his boss, whom he disliked strongly, after just fucking the guy and cutting his abdomen to ribbons. He looked towards the door, suddenly not wanting to be in the same room as Tohma anymore. "I gotta go."

Tohma started laughing. "Then go."

Ma-kun got up and walked to the door, leaving Tohma sprawled on the floor in a puddle of his own fluids. He smirked obnoxiously at him. "See you around NG, Seguchi." He walked out the door, leaving Tohma to clean himself up. He did what he needed to regain his job, and he didn't care about anything else.

Tohma watched him go, still laughing. He wondered what Ma-kun would think if he knew that allowing him to keep his job was very beneficial to Tohma. He grinned, thinking that he might want to threaten Ma-kun's job at some point in the near future, just to see how willing he was to keep it.