Drabble Gravitation - R - Yuki/Taki
TITLE Your Tears Taste of Hate and Despair
AUTHOR Lauz/icedpoison/SugarNeko
RATING R
PAIRING Yuki/Taki, hinted Tatsuha/Taki
NOTES Some non-con (hinted), a blowjob, and the destruction of Taki's mental health.
SUMMARY This is your failed attempt at redemption, I'm always going to hate you.
He had made a deal with the devil; it was as simple as that.
The singer didn’t know why he had agreed to this, but it seemed suitable, considering what he had done to deserve it. Well, alright, he hadn’t done anything, personally, to this man’s boyfriend, but even then, it was all his doing in the end. Not that he regretted it, he was too proud for that.
Perhaps he was feeling guilty though, for some other, secret reason (secret to all parties not involved).
In any event, his knees were sore and his jaw was beginning to hurt. This blonde had ridiculous stamina, it was infuriating, because that kept the younger man on his knees, hands gently gripping the hem of the other’s pants as strong fingers tugged none too gently at his hair.
“Come now, Aizawa, you’re better at this than that.”
The voice made the smaller man furrow his brows in annoyance and redouble all his efforts. He just wanted this to bedone with tonight, though, no doubt, the author would be back to exact payment some other day in the week.
And, suddenly, his prayers for a quick ending were answered as he felt the man’s breathing hitch and his abdomen tense. However, he was not prepared for the fingers digging into his scalp to abruptly pull his mouth away as the man’s free hand finished the job his mouth had currently been occupied with.
Taki shut his eyes tightly and opened his mouth (because, as he had found out, Yuki got off on having him swallow) but much to his disdain, most of the sticky fluid never made it there, but rather his cheek instead. Personally, the singer hated that; he always thought that was more degrading than actually being forced to give someone a blowjob in the first place.
Maybe, he mused, that was why the blonde did it.
Slipping open burgundy eyes, he caught sight of the hand promptly pushed into his face. Obediently, Taki let his tongue flick out to lick the remainder of the substance from the author’s fingers. A low chuckle caused Aizawa to swallow thickly, eyes narrowing to a glare.
A second or two later, Yuki pulled away completely, neatly fixing his pants back up and pulling his shirt down. With a small sigh, Taki deemed it safe to stand up, feeling the stiffness in his joints and how much his back hurt from bending like that.
“Hm, not as good as last night,” Yuki commented dryly.
Taki growled and brought a hand up to wipe at the mess on his flushed cheek, “If that’s the case, why don’t you get your faggy boyfriend to do it for you? I’m not a fucking whore!”
“Oh really?” the blonde asked, calmly lighting up a cigarette and blowing the first, hazy wave of smoke over the smaller male’s head. “Could have fooled me. Especially since you were just down on your knees, sucking my cock like an experienced hooker.”
He didn’t even have a response to that, save for a low, absolutely livid snarl.
The next action, however, Taki didn’t expect in the least. He was swiftly being slammed into the wall behind him, idly cursing when the back of his head hit the surface. Hissing his annoyance, the younger male went to speak, but the only thing that left his lips was an indignant gasp as the author pressed one hand between his legs.
And fuck, why did hormones have to be stronger than common sense?
Against his will, his hips bucked into the strong hand that settled over the incriminating bulge in his pants. Taki arched his back involuntarily and, thankfully, stifled the moan that welled in his throat.
“Just like a whore,” Yuki muttered, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and putting it out against the wall.
Taki wanted to defend himself, but that hand was now moving up and down, pressing with just enough force to cause a delicious friction. Then teeth were latching onto a sensitive portion of his neck (ok, well, everywhere on his neck was sensitive), biting, sucking, licking…but never enough to leave a mark. This time, the moan that wanted to come, did, without hesitation: long and drawn out.
Maybe…maybe if he just pretended. He could easily paint himself a vivid picture of the man he wished this were right now. In fact, all he had to do was change the color of Yuki’s hair, subtract a few inches, and diffuse the smell of nicotine that lingered on the other’s skin.
Yes. With that image, he could bear this.
Smooth lips pressed slight kisses against Taki’s jaw as they ran up, perching themselves by the delicate shell of the singer’s ear. Warm, moist air blew across the flesh, doing nothing more for the moment than breathing, eliciting an unwanted shiver on Aizawa's part. But when Yuki did speak, his tone was dark and cold.
“I’m not him; I don’t love you.”
A fair amount of dread filled the otherwise empty void of Taki’s stomach. The only thing in his mind now (even with the foggy haze of his desired pleasure) was pure trepidation following the first hint that Yuki knew. And oh god…if he knew…
“Nothing you can do is going to make me like you any better. I hate you, loathe you, and always will. You can give me your skilled mouth and your deceptively tight ass all you want, but I’m always going to think you’re scum, Aizawa.”
As an almost afterthought, the blonde added, “It makes me wonder what he sees in you.”
There was no doubt left in his mind that Eiri knew, he fucking knew. How he had found out, Taki wasn't sure; it was a secret to everyone. A dangerous secret, but a secret nonetheless.
But despite this, as Yuki pulled away, Taki sent him a harsh glare, “If nothing I can do will change your opinion of me…then why are you making me do this? Better yet, how much longer do I have to do this?!”
Something the singer had never seen flashed across the taller male’s face; malice mixed with spite, and a good drop of pure pleasure, because in the back of his mind, Yuki knew how much this was going to hurt. This was going to cause Aizawa to break, which was what the blonde had wanted all along.
“You have to do this," he punctuated with a sudden thrust of his knee in between slightly parted legs, "…for as long as you’re dating my brother.”
And that was when Taki’s entire mental health came crashing in on him. All the anger, torment, anguish, and horror buffeted against the fragile shore of his already damaged psyche, causing little pieces of each to break off and float along the surface. The largest chunk of all was pure mortification.
That was more like an iceberg, freezing all his blood, making the color drain from his once flushed face. He suddenly felt numb; wide, unseeing eyes staring ahead as his brain tried to unscramble all the jumbled things inside his head.
“Aha, you really do love him then, hm?”
Common sense finally kicked in and he glared, denying everything to the last second, “What gives you that idea? I never said I loved him, we just constantly fuck is all.”
“Lost little lamb,” the author stated, almost affectionately caressing the other’s cheek.
He pulled back and faced the other way, seeking out the jacket he had tossed onto the sofa. Plucking it up, Yuki proceeded to shift into it, beginning to talk again.
“Well, if that’s the case, you wouldn’t mind me telling him what you’ve been letting me do to you in your failed attempt at redemption. I can easily show him the pictures as well…or maybe that video? I wonder what he’d think about that.”
Shrugging, Yuki turned to look at Taki once more and this time he was startled; actually shocked by the tears gathered in wine colored eyes. He had seen them before, but generally only when the darker haired male was squirming beneath him on the nice satin sheets.
Never had he seen such a human emotion on Aizawa's face before.
The younger man’s breathing hitched as he focused on some point on the floor, just so he wouldn’t have to look into condescending golden eyes. This was a horrible ultimatum, only made worse by the fact that if he denied any feelings towards the author’s younger brother, Yuki displayed that he had no qualms in going to said brother and handing over all the blackmail fodder, that may...or may not ruin any relationship they did have.
And even if most of the evidence made the blonde look bad, there were quite a few times where Taki was…shamefully into it (even if he had been imagining someone else).
“D-don’t…” he whispered, voice strained as he shook his head gently. “Please…d-don’t tell him…I don’t want him to know. I…I’ll do everything you want, whenever you want…w-without complaint…from now on...”
And just like that: broken. So beautifully broken.
A derisive snort accompanied Yuki’s step forward, back into Aizawa’s personal space, “After so readily denying the fact you love him, you sound quite eager to keep Tatsuha’s perfect little image of you in tact.”
While Taki knew that the younger brother hardly thought of him as perfect, the message was there and blaring. It’s either this or face loosing one of the only dependable, steady things in his life.
The choice was easy, but utterly despairing at the same time.
He nodded mutely, still staring at a seemingly interesting spot on the floor. Expensive leather shoes came into view as fingers gently brushed across the belt that held the younger male’s pants up. They traveled underneath, teasing across the smooth skin of sharp hipbones and lithe muscle.
“Well then,” the blonde said, pressing himself up against the smaller, slender body as he forced the man into the wall once more, warm, wet tongue lapping at the saline tracks left from his tears. Taki could almost hear the smirk as that smooth voice delivered the contract that completely sealed his fate.
“In that case, you better get used to going down, Aizawa-san.”
AUTHOR Lauz/icedpoison/SugarNeko
RATING R
PAIRING Yuki/Taki, hinted Tatsuha/Taki
NOTES Some non-con (hinted), a blowjob, and the destruction of Taki's mental health.
SUMMARY This is your failed attempt at redemption, I'm always going to hate you.
He had made a deal with the devil; it was as simple as that.
The singer didn’t know why he had agreed to this, but it seemed suitable, considering what he had done to deserve it. Well, alright, he hadn’t done anything, personally, to this man’s boyfriend, but even then, it was all his doing in the end. Not that he regretted it, he was too proud for that.
Perhaps he was feeling guilty though, for some other, secret reason (secret to all parties not involved).
In any event, his knees were sore and his jaw was beginning to hurt. This blonde had ridiculous stamina, it was infuriating, because that kept the younger man on his knees, hands gently gripping the hem of the other’s pants as strong fingers tugged none too gently at his hair.
“Come now, Aizawa, you’re better at this than that.”
The voice made the smaller man furrow his brows in annoyance and redouble all his efforts. He just wanted this to bedone with tonight, though, no doubt, the author would be back to exact payment some other day in the week.
And, suddenly, his prayers for a quick ending were answered as he felt the man’s breathing hitch and his abdomen tense. However, he was not prepared for the fingers digging into his scalp to abruptly pull his mouth away as the man’s free hand finished the job his mouth had currently been occupied with.
Taki shut his eyes tightly and opened his mouth (because, as he had found out, Yuki got off on having him swallow) but much to his disdain, most of the sticky fluid never made it there, but rather his cheek instead. Personally, the singer hated that; he always thought that was more degrading than actually being forced to give someone a blowjob in the first place.
Maybe, he mused, that was why the blonde did it.
Slipping open burgundy eyes, he caught sight of the hand promptly pushed into his face. Obediently, Taki let his tongue flick out to lick the remainder of the substance from the author’s fingers. A low chuckle caused Aizawa to swallow thickly, eyes narrowing to a glare.
A second or two later, Yuki pulled away completely, neatly fixing his pants back up and pulling his shirt down. With a small sigh, Taki deemed it safe to stand up, feeling the stiffness in his joints and how much his back hurt from bending like that.
“Hm, not as good as last night,” Yuki commented dryly.
Taki growled and brought a hand up to wipe at the mess on his flushed cheek, “If that’s the case, why don’t you get your faggy boyfriend to do it for you? I’m not a fucking whore!”
“Oh really?” the blonde asked, calmly lighting up a cigarette and blowing the first, hazy wave of smoke over the smaller male’s head. “Could have fooled me. Especially since you were just down on your knees, sucking my cock like an experienced hooker.”
He didn’t even have a response to that, save for a low, absolutely livid snarl.
The next action, however, Taki didn’t expect in the least. He was swiftly being slammed into the wall behind him, idly cursing when the back of his head hit the surface. Hissing his annoyance, the younger male went to speak, but the only thing that left his lips was an indignant gasp as the author pressed one hand between his legs.
And fuck, why did hormones have to be stronger than common sense?
Against his will, his hips bucked into the strong hand that settled over the incriminating bulge in his pants. Taki arched his back involuntarily and, thankfully, stifled the moan that welled in his throat.
“Just like a whore,” Yuki muttered, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and putting it out against the wall.
Taki wanted to defend himself, but that hand was now moving up and down, pressing with just enough force to cause a delicious friction. Then teeth were latching onto a sensitive portion of his neck (ok, well, everywhere on his neck was sensitive), biting, sucking, licking…but never enough to leave a mark. This time, the moan that wanted to come, did, without hesitation: long and drawn out.
Maybe…maybe if he just pretended. He could easily paint himself a vivid picture of the man he wished this were right now. In fact, all he had to do was change the color of Yuki’s hair, subtract a few inches, and diffuse the smell of nicotine that lingered on the other’s skin.
Yes. With that image, he could bear this.
Smooth lips pressed slight kisses against Taki’s jaw as they ran up, perching themselves by the delicate shell of the singer’s ear. Warm, moist air blew across the flesh, doing nothing more for the moment than breathing, eliciting an unwanted shiver on Aizawa's part. But when Yuki did speak, his tone was dark and cold.
“I’m not him; I don’t love you.”
A fair amount of dread filled the otherwise empty void of Taki’s stomach. The only thing in his mind now (even with the foggy haze of his desired pleasure) was pure trepidation following the first hint that Yuki knew. And oh god…if he knew…
“Nothing you can do is going to make me like you any better. I hate you, loathe you, and always will. You can give me your skilled mouth and your deceptively tight ass all you want, but I’m always going to think you’re scum, Aizawa.”
As an almost afterthought, the blonde added, “It makes me wonder what he sees in you.”
There was no doubt left in his mind that Eiri knew, he fucking knew. How he had found out, Taki wasn't sure; it was a secret to everyone. A dangerous secret, but a secret nonetheless.
But despite this, as Yuki pulled away, Taki sent him a harsh glare, “If nothing I can do will change your opinion of me…then why are you making me do this? Better yet, how much longer do I have to do this?!”
Something the singer had never seen flashed across the taller male’s face; malice mixed with spite, and a good drop of pure pleasure, because in the back of his mind, Yuki knew how much this was going to hurt. This was going to cause Aizawa to break, which was what the blonde had wanted all along.
“You have to do this," he punctuated with a sudden thrust of his knee in between slightly parted legs, "…for as long as you’re dating my brother.”
And that was when Taki’s entire mental health came crashing in on him. All the anger, torment, anguish, and horror buffeted against the fragile shore of his already damaged psyche, causing little pieces of each to break off and float along the surface. The largest chunk of all was pure mortification.
That was more like an iceberg, freezing all his blood, making the color drain from his once flushed face. He suddenly felt numb; wide, unseeing eyes staring ahead as his brain tried to unscramble all the jumbled things inside his head.
“Aha, you really do love him then, hm?”
Common sense finally kicked in and he glared, denying everything to the last second, “What gives you that idea? I never said I loved him, we just constantly fuck is all.”
“Lost little lamb,” the author stated, almost affectionately caressing the other’s cheek.
He pulled back and faced the other way, seeking out the jacket he had tossed onto the sofa. Plucking it up, Yuki proceeded to shift into it, beginning to talk again.
“Well, if that’s the case, you wouldn’t mind me telling him what you’ve been letting me do to you in your failed attempt at redemption. I can easily show him the pictures as well…or maybe that video? I wonder what he’d think about that.”
Shrugging, Yuki turned to look at Taki once more and this time he was startled; actually shocked by the tears gathered in wine colored eyes. He had seen them before, but generally only when the darker haired male was squirming beneath him on the nice satin sheets.
Never had he seen such a human emotion on Aizawa's face before.
The younger man’s breathing hitched as he focused on some point on the floor, just so he wouldn’t have to look into condescending golden eyes. This was a horrible ultimatum, only made worse by the fact that if he denied any feelings towards the author’s younger brother, Yuki displayed that he had no qualms in going to said brother and handing over all the blackmail fodder, that may...or may not ruin any relationship they did have.
And even if most of the evidence made the blonde look bad, there were quite a few times where Taki was…shamefully into it (even if he had been imagining someone else).
“D-don’t…” he whispered, voice strained as he shook his head gently. “Please…d-don’t tell him…I don’t want him to know. I…I’ll do everything you want, whenever you want…w-without complaint…from now on...”
And just like that: broken. So beautifully broken.
A derisive snort accompanied Yuki’s step forward, back into Aizawa’s personal space, “After so readily denying the fact you love him, you sound quite eager to keep Tatsuha’s perfect little image of you in tact.”
While Taki knew that the younger brother hardly thought of him as perfect, the message was there and blaring. It’s either this or face loosing one of the only dependable, steady things in his life.
The choice was easy, but utterly despairing at the same time.
He nodded mutely, still staring at a seemingly interesting spot on the floor. Expensive leather shoes came into view as fingers gently brushed across the belt that held the younger male’s pants up. They traveled underneath, teasing across the smooth skin of sharp hipbones and lithe muscle.
“Well then,” the blonde said, pressing himself up against the smaller, slender body as he forced the man into the wall once more, warm, wet tongue lapping at the saline tracks left from his tears. Taki could almost hear the smirk as that smooth voice delivered the contract that completely sealed his fate.
“In that case, you better get used to going down, Aizawa-san.”