#. 13, "Failed Domination" (Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation)
Pairing/Fandom: Tohma Seguchi/Taki Aizawa, Gravitation
Theme: 13. The Stables, or, "Giddyap!"
Title: Failed Domination
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Otherwise, Taki would be in the series a whole lot more.
Warnings: Mentions of S&M, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, some Language. Nothing terribly graphic though.
Notes: I really don't know where I was going with this particular installment since Tohma was being well, Tohma, so I apologize if it seems weird.
Tohma had to admit that he could see why some people found riding crops to be so 'charming.' The firm black rod did give one a sense of power and domination, along with a feeling of, reassurance Tohma thought. That particular feeling had been fleeting as of late, his life not being as stable as it once was. It was bad enough having to deal with Mika being gone and the accusations of friends and family along with the media's harassment; there was also Taki and now it appeared, Ryuichi as well.
"Say hi to your boy for me."
A threat or a challenge had lain behind Ryuichi's words, which Tohma had found utterly ridiculous. Taki was not anything as close as that and the singer would have laughed if Tohma had said anything even remotely like that. So he'd had made sure not to bring it up the next time they were together, though somehow, Taki had sensed that there was something amiss with Tohma. The perception Taki was showing was becoming a most undesirable occurrence. He was not going to let Taki think he could pity him.
He'd subtly asked Taki what he thought of S&M and the singer had cryptically replied that as long as no permanent marks were left, he didn't have a problem with it. Whenever Tohma reflected on that conversation, it was all he could do to keep his smile from breaking his face. Taki really needed to learn to be much, much more specific than that. Granted, Tohma doubted he could do any permanent damage with a riding crop unless he was trying, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
"What do you think you're going to do with that?" Eying the riding crop as he stepped into the bedroom, Taki's wary look was more than enough to send a thrill down Tohma's spine.
Of course he made sure to hide any giddiness he may have been feeling behind one of his classic saccharine smiles. "I thought you might want to try something different and you had said you had no opposition to this." Seeing Taki balk caused a small laugh to trickle forth from Tohma's lips. The younger man really needed to learn to measure his words better.
A small smile crossed Taki's face, his nervous laugh making his fear obvious. "I thought you were just making small talk." Forcing his face to go stern, Tohma struck the palm of his free hand with the whip, making a loud cracking noise that sounded more painful than it actually was.
"I never make small talk." There was silence as Taki tried to get his mouth to work. It was enjoyable and Tohma savored the moment, but he should have known that Taki couldn't go for long without yapping again.
"I always knew you were a pervert, but I never figured you'd go this far."
"Why not?" There was something within that assertion that was instantly irritating to Tohma. He was not some prim and proper businessman who was afraid to think outside of the box, like say Sakano.
"Because you're not the-" At that moment, the whip was up against Taki's chin, halting his speech. It was as if Tohma had tapped a mute button, though the glare in Taki's eyes spoke volumes.
"I'm not what?" Tilting Taki's head up as far as it could go, Tohma's smile was bigger than it had been in months, though all anyone would have seen was the same gentle smile always wore.
When Taki finally spoke, it was careful and deliberate, as if the crop was making it hard to speak. "You're freaky, but you're not that freaky." Rolling his eyes, Tohma decided to let go of his frustration and stick to the plan.
"I do believe that you are merely frightened and trying to delay the inevitable." Even as Tohma said it, he was getting down to his knees, still holding Taki's head upwards with the riding crop.
In truth, he didn't really mean to hurt Taki, but the singer didn't need to know that. "This is inevitable?" There was the slightest tremble to his voice and Tohma had to remind himself that laughing wouldn't help keep Taki frightened.
"Apparently so." Tohma had slowly begun to undo Taki's belt, making the act as sensual as possible. "You're already hard so I do not believe you are as upset about this as you claim." The moment the belt slid free, Tohma tossed it towards the other end of the room so as to make it harder for the singer to run. Despite it all, Taki was a vain man to the very end; he would never leave behind something that expensive, even if it was to save his life.
Rolling his eyes and grunting in disgust, Taki started to slide away from Tohma. "That's not lust, its fear." Before the singer could move any further, Tohma grabbed tightly onto his hip and caused the riding crop to dig into the skin of his chin a little more deeply.
"How interesting. No wonder you're so messed up." Seeing that Taki had stopped moving, Tohma undid fly and pulled out the part that was supposedly not lusting for him. "You think that fear is the same as arousal."
"I never said-" As Tohma's hand started to work at Taki, the singer became silent. Not wasting any time, Tohma brought his head down to the tip of Taki's erection, slowly taking the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around. His free hand caressed Taki's thigh slowly as his mouth continued its ministrations.
If he had to compare them, Taki was not nearly as noisy as Ryuichi, nor did he squirm as much. Then again, it could very well be Taki was trying to be quiet, so as to keep Tohma from making snide comments. Too bad for Taki, since Tohma was always snide with him and wasn't going to break that particular routine.
He let Taki come quickly this time and before the other man could recover, pushed him back onto the bed. He held the riding crop over Taki's neck, as if threatening to crush his throat with it. "So tell me what you think I want to do right now?"
"You either want to fuck or be sucked. Or perhaps you want me to take you?" Tapping Taki's throat lightly, Tohma gave him an imperious glare. "You want me to just lie down and shut up?" Instead of nodding, Tohma just threw the riding crop aside, looking at Taki with eyes full of hate, his desire completely destroyed. "Do I get a second guess?"
He shoved Taki aside and climbed onto the bed, refusing to look at him. Lying down on the bed, with his eyes closed, Tohma began to silently count to ten, his lips moving in an almost hypnotic fashion. After hitting ten, Tohma opened his eyes, looking much calmer than before. He looked in the direction to see Taki pulling up his pants as he crawled off the bed and was reaching for his belt. "Aizawa, have you ever loved anyone?"
The expression on Taki's face was priceless. "Wha?" Smirking to himself, Tohma rolled onto his side so that he was facing away from Taki.
"No of course not."
There was the clinking sound of the belt as Taki began to put it on. "What do you mean of course not?" It was obvious that he'd offended Taki, so much so that the singer wasn't trying to maintain his cool.
"Forget I said anything."
At that moment, he could feel Taki looming over him, but made no effort to look at him. "No, I will not." Feeling his satisfaction rising, Tohma reached for the riding crop and pointed it upwards at Taki.
"I'll beat you." He felt the bed sag as Taki sat down on it, on the opposite side. Slowly looking over his shoulder, Tohma saw Taki's back, tensed with so much rage that it made him wince.
"You're a bastard." Taki still wasn't looking at him, so Tohma wasn't sure what expression he was wearing, but he had the feeling that it would have annoyed him if he had seen it. "A gutless bastard."
It wasn't the insult Tohma had expected, since Taki usually preferred to call him some variation of pervert, old fart, or homo. "Gutless?"
"Just tell Eiri Yuki you fucking want to bang him already and save everyone else the trouble." The flash of red Tohma saw faded quickly and the only sign that it had happened was the excruciatingly tight smile his lips had formed.
Draping his arms over Taki's shoulders, Tohma whispered into Taki's ear as softly as if he were placing a kiss there. "Who are you jealous of? Me, him or Shindou-kun? Who is it you want?" Tohma didn't know what happened next, just that he'd nearly been thrown off the bed and that the slamming of the door had knocked a lamp off of the night stand.
Theme: 13. The Stables, or, "Giddyap!"
Title: Failed Domination
Author/Artist: Silvermagess
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. Otherwise, Taki would be in the series a whole lot more.
Warnings: Mentions of S&M, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, some Language. Nothing terribly graphic though.
Notes: I really don't know where I was going with this particular installment since Tohma was being well, Tohma, so I apologize if it seems weird.
Tohma had to admit that he could see why some people found riding crops to be so 'charming.' The firm black rod did give one a sense of power and domination, along with a feeling of, reassurance Tohma thought. That particular feeling had been fleeting as of late, his life not being as stable as it once was. It was bad enough having to deal with Mika being gone and the accusations of friends and family along with the media's harassment; there was also Taki and now it appeared, Ryuichi as well.
"Say hi to your boy for me."
A threat or a challenge had lain behind Ryuichi's words, which Tohma had found utterly ridiculous. Taki was not anything as close as that and the singer would have laughed if Tohma had said anything even remotely like that. So he'd had made sure not to bring it up the next time they were together, though somehow, Taki had sensed that there was something amiss with Tohma. The perception Taki was showing was becoming a most undesirable occurrence. He was not going to let Taki think he could pity him.
He'd subtly asked Taki what he thought of S&M and the singer had cryptically replied that as long as no permanent marks were left, he didn't have a problem with it. Whenever Tohma reflected on that conversation, it was all he could do to keep his smile from breaking his face. Taki really needed to learn to be much, much more specific than that. Granted, Tohma doubted he could do any permanent damage with a riding crop unless he was trying, but that didn't mean he couldn't try.
"What do you think you're going to do with that?" Eying the riding crop as he stepped into the bedroom, Taki's wary look was more than enough to send a thrill down Tohma's spine.
Of course he made sure to hide any giddiness he may have been feeling behind one of his classic saccharine smiles. "I thought you might want to try something different and you had said you had no opposition to this." Seeing Taki balk caused a small laugh to trickle forth from Tohma's lips. The younger man really needed to learn to measure his words better.
A small smile crossed Taki's face, his nervous laugh making his fear obvious. "I thought you were just making small talk." Forcing his face to go stern, Tohma struck the palm of his free hand with the whip, making a loud cracking noise that sounded more painful than it actually was.
"I never make small talk." There was silence as Taki tried to get his mouth to work. It was enjoyable and Tohma savored the moment, but he should have known that Taki couldn't go for long without yapping again.
"I always knew you were a pervert, but I never figured you'd go this far."
"Why not?" There was something within that assertion that was instantly irritating to Tohma. He was not some prim and proper businessman who was afraid to think outside of the box, like say Sakano.
"Because you're not the-" At that moment, the whip was up against Taki's chin, halting his speech. It was as if Tohma had tapped a mute button, though the glare in Taki's eyes spoke volumes.
"I'm not what?" Tilting Taki's head up as far as it could go, Tohma's smile was bigger than it had been in months, though all anyone would have seen was the same gentle smile always wore.
When Taki finally spoke, it was careful and deliberate, as if the crop was making it hard to speak. "You're freaky, but you're not that freaky." Rolling his eyes, Tohma decided to let go of his frustration and stick to the plan.
"I do believe that you are merely frightened and trying to delay the inevitable." Even as Tohma said it, he was getting down to his knees, still holding Taki's head upwards with the riding crop.
In truth, he didn't really mean to hurt Taki, but the singer didn't need to know that. "This is inevitable?" There was the slightest tremble to his voice and Tohma had to remind himself that laughing wouldn't help keep Taki frightened.
"Apparently so." Tohma had slowly begun to undo Taki's belt, making the act as sensual as possible. "You're already hard so I do not believe you are as upset about this as you claim." The moment the belt slid free, Tohma tossed it towards the other end of the room so as to make it harder for the singer to run. Despite it all, Taki was a vain man to the very end; he would never leave behind something that expensive, even if it was to save his life.
Rolling his eyes and grunting in disgust, Taki started to slide away from Tohma. "That's not lust, its fear." Before the singer could move any further, Tohma grabbed tightly onto his hip and caused the riding crop to dig into the skin of his chin a little more deeply.
"How interesting. No wonder you're so messed up." Seeing that Taki had stopped moving, Tohma undid fly and pulled out the part that was supposedly not lusting for him. "You think that fear is the same as arousal."
"I never said-" As Tohma's hand started to work at Taki, the singer became silent. Not wasting any time, Tohma brought his head down to the tip of Taki's erection, slowly taking the tip in his mouth, swirling his tongue around. His free hand caressed Taki's thigh slowly as his mouth continued its ministrations.
If he had to compare them, Taki was not nearly as noisy as Ryuichi, nor did he squirm as much. Then again, it could very well be Taki was trying to be quiet, so as to keep Tohma from making snide comments. Too bad for Taki, since Tohma was always snide with him and wasn't going to break that particular routine.
He let Taki come quickly this time and before the other man could recover, pushed him back onto the bed. He held the riding crop over Taki's neck, as if threatening to crush his throat with it. "So tell me what you think I want to do right now?"
"You either want to fuck or be sucked. Or perhaps you want me to take you?" Tapping Taki's throat lightly, Tohma gave him an imperious glare. "You want me to just lie down and shut up?" Instead of nodding, Tohma just threw the riding crop aside, looking at Taki with eyes full of hate, his desire completely destroyed. "Do I get a second guess?"
He shoved Taki aside and climbed onto the bed, refusing to look at him. Lying down on the bed, with his eyes closed, Tohma began to silently count to ten, his lips moving in an almost hypnotic fashion. After hitting ten, Tohma opened his eyes, looking much calmer than before. He looked in the direction to see Taki pulling up his pants as he crawled off the bed and was reaching for his belt. "Aizawa, have you ever loved anyone?"
The expression on Taki's face was priceless. "Wha?" Smirking to himself, Tohma rolled onto his side so that he was facing away from Taki.
"No of course not."
There was the clinking sound of the belt as Taki began to put it on. "What do you mean of course not?" It was obvious that he'd offended Taki, so much so that the singer wasn't trying to maintain his cool.
"Forget I said anything."
At that moment, he could feel Taki looming over him, but made no effort to look at him. "No, I will not." Feeling his satisfaction rising, Tohma reached for the riding crop and pointed it upwards at Taki.
"I'll beat you." He felt the bed sag as Taki sat down on it, on the opposite side. Slowly looking over his shoulder, Tohma saw Taki's back, tensed with so much rage that it made him wince.
"You're a bastard." Taki still wasn't looking at him, so Tohma wasn't sure what expression he was wearing, but he had the feeling that it would have annoyed him if he had seen it. "A gutless bastard."
It wasn't the insult Tohma had expected, since Taki usually preferred to call him some variation of pervert, old fart, or homo. "Gutless?"
"Just tell Eiri Yuki you fucking want to bang him already and save everyone else the trouble." The flash of red Tohma saw faded quickly and the only sign that it had happened was the excruciatingly tight smile his lips had formed.
Draping his arms over Taki's shoulders, Tohma whispered into Taki's ear as softly as if he were placing a kiss there. "Who are you jealous of? Me, him or Shindou-kun? Who is it you want?" Tohma didn't know what happened next, just that he'd nearly been thrown off the bed and that the slamming of the door had knocked a lamp off of the night stand.