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This was unequivocally the worst day of his life.
First, there was the server outage that swallowed up his lengthy, well punctuated, and eloquently written email he carefully reviewed multiple times to ensure every point was covered and couldn’t be misconstrued by even the brain-dead ingrates at their sister location, forcing him to start from scratch...then, when he finally did manage to retype it all and send it off, he received an almost immediate response telling him he was using the wrong ‘affect’ when he most certainly was not. At almost the same time, the new finance manager bumped into his desk and knocked over his canister filled with coffee he hand-crafted at his place of residence as he absolutely will not use under any circumstance the filthy, unwashed, half-functioning coffee maker at the office; which resulted in a deep stain in the carpet the intern was made to clean up—to top it off, she smelt like month-old milk gone bad mixed in with fresh sewage and he had to put up with it until she was finished. And then...and then!! In comes strolling the intolerable, poorly managed, yet somehow his competition for the highly vaunted promotion to senior director, Takumi Sumino, to inform him that he forgot to tell Janice to tell Nicole to book them a cab to take to their 2’o clock meeting an hour and a half from now and if they wanted to arrive on time they needed to take...ugh, he got nauseous just thinking about it...public transit. Needless to say, he nearly bemoaned some very choice words aloud to Takumi that would’ve been quite unprofessional and left a mark in his file, but he rubbed his brow and kept calm, forcing out a pleasant smile accompanied by accommodating words. It had been a busy week for all of them, after all.
Part of him wished he had a suitcase or the like to keep his hands busy during the ride, but all the paperwork necessary to today’s meeting had already been faxed off and would be awaiting them when they arrived. He had been anticipating it the moment they stepped onto the platform waiting for the next train, and as such he made sure his face mask was secure and tightened. He also had clip on sunglasses to attach onto his regular frames to further limit his intake of the foul, repulsive humans that surrounded him on all sides.
“I think we’ll still make it on time,” Takumi assured as he checked his watch.
“Yes, with ten minutes to spare,” he grumbled politely. They had already gone over all of this on the way here. Did Takumi truly have nothing else better to say?
Overhead, the PA system informed everyone that the train was arriving and to follow safety protocols. Walking in front of Takumi, he boarded the train alongside the gaggle of other passengers and held in a deep breath as he was crammed into a tiny space with barely any wiggle room. Unwilling to acknowledge any of it in favour of repressing this memory later, he resolved himself to only listening to the upcoming station announcements and nothing more. Knowing Takumi, he’d most likely forget what their stop was even called until it was too late.
At the beginning, the ride was smooth and the train glided over the rails like butter. He could barely even hear the gentle treading of the wheels rolling along until about two stops in when they emerged from the underground rail system and begun to travel on the surface. The strong sunlight stung his peripherals for about three seconds until his eyes adjusted. At this point, his senses were completely overwhelmed by the disgusting, slimy, and sickness inducing stench of the humans around him that he thought he might black out, if not vomit. Not that he’d even be able to with his limbs pressed so firmly against himself by the weight of those pressing into him all around, but his body yearned for the blister pack of pills he kept in his front pocket. Even were such a thing possible, he would never dare expose his nose and mouth surrounded by so many putrid creatures. He’d rather kill himself first. But, mere moments upon rising to the surface, wind pummelled into the sides of the train and caused it to sway in abrupt, disorienting movements. Once stock still, statuesque bodies pushed their abhorrent appendages they called limbs into him from all angles and jolted his brain into flight-or-fight mode. Of course, neither option was possible so sheer panic set in and made him tremble in fear. The sensations came from all around him, thus he couldn’t pinpoint where exactly was the worst until he felt something he’d trained himself to refer to as a ‘hand’ slither onto his waist—perhaps to find a bit more support to steady the person it was attached to. Don’t touch me, he wanted to hiss. Get your disgusting hands off of me, he wanted to shout. Something hard rammed into his knee and knocked him off balance somewhat in a way that brought him a bit closer to the ground. Crushed in between a horde of meaty blobs, he couldn’t even pull himself upwards again and stand straight. That was when he felt something disturbingly hard press against his rear.
The hand around his hip applied more pressure as he realized the hard mass behind him was rutting awkwardly into him like some kind of animal. He’d heard about this on the news more than a few times—as could be expected when held against the depraved crimes humanity was capable of. Sick perverts who molested strangers on crowded trains only to slip away in the horde of people and never held accountable for their crimes. Of course this had to happen to him on top of the miserable day he’d already been having. He couldn’t even turn his head around to see who it was—not that it’d make a difference what with how he perceived humans as well as with his tinted lenses. This was the worst, the worst, the worst—“Eito,” Takumi’s voice breathed behind him.
Takumi? Takumi was doing this? The thoughts in his head fizzled away like carbonated soda until he brought them back together again if only so he could demean the other man internally. What a scumbag, piece of human garbage, waste of space Takumi—of course he’d get off molesting defenceless people on a train, this was Takumi we were talking about. He hated, loathed and, despised him—Takumi was nothing more than a cockroach sucking up to the boss; a talent-less, forgetful, good for nothing, awful, hideous, revolting, pest that kept getting in his way. He should’ve expected this. Maybe the whole story about forgetting to tell Janice to tell Nicole to book them a cab hadn’t been a slip up on his part and was wholly intentional just so he could get him backed into a corner so to speak and defile his pure, virgin body. Horrible. Completely and utterly horrible! Die, die, die, di—
“Hnhh...!”
Takumi’s hand had travelled down the front of him and was now palming itself against his crotch. Despite everything he’d thought of himself before this moment, the simple motion of something rubbing him in that place as well as knowing it was Takumi who was touching him there made him involuntarily keen. Clamping his lips shut to prevent himself from making that embarrassing noise again, he was quickly coming to realize that not only could he not fight this, but that...he didn’t want to either. If anyone could’ve been behind him in this moment, at least it was Takumi. No, no, no, stop thinking like that—this is wrong, it’s dirty, it’s...mmhhn...it shouldn’t feel good at all! Takumi was his rival, his enemy, everything he hated most about humans, and this was only proving that...! Still, he...leaned into the friction rocking into his ass and focused on the way Takumi was touching him. For a moment he could forget the horror of his surroundings that made his stomach acid bubble into his esophagus and give into the way Takumi was making him feel. “Is...that okay?” He thought he’d heard Takumi whisper with his mouth sucking on the back of his jacket. Was what okay? What was—oh.
Alongside the robust appendage Takumi had been rutting against him was something else—a finger maybe? The tip of his nail? He could feel it running along the middle seam of his dress pants, digging into the strands as if it had the capability of burning a hole right through them. Maybe it did. Either way, he didn’t think twice about the consequences as the heat coursing through him melted any complicated thoughts into soft putty. He may have even heard something sounding like a quiet rip in between the other noises he couldn’t be bothered to name. Takumi, his lips desired to breathe. Something like a zipper being pulled down. A bit of strain being alleviated as his cock grew uncomfortably hard underneath Takumi’s hand. The feeling of his boxers being shimmed down just enough for that same hardness that belonged to Takumi to rub into his skin. His arms that were so strangled in this mess of monsters decided to force themselves backwards through the tightness so that they could wrap around Takumi’s back and pull him closer. It felt good, it felt good, it felt so impossibly good that nearly every other synonym for ‘good’ stored in his cranial lexicon fell from its pages like bleeding ink. He needed Takumi closer—closer than this, closer than what was physically possible. And right when that feeling reached its peak—as suppressed whines dribbled out from his sucked in lips—he felt a warm wetness coat him from the places Takumi’s body met with his. His own spend soaking into the front of his boxers, and what must’ve been Takumi’s dripping down the length of his leg. The air tasted like rotting corpses, but he did what he could to inhale enough air that he wouldn’t pass out. His ears rung with white noise as he teetered on the verge of fainting, and somewhere in that sound he thought he heard Takumi muttering apologies here and there.
What happened between then and the moment the doors slid open at their designated stop, he couldn’t remember. Once the pleasure dissipated from his body, that disgust of being around so many humans came back a hundredfold. Right as he was about to stumble out of the train in a dissociated daze, Takumi gripped him somewhere he couldn’t place and told him not to walk too far ahead of him. He was a cloud, or a stick of fluffy, sugary, cotton candy, and no part of him felt real anymore. Takumi’s hand might’ve phased right through him and he wouldn’t even realize it. If Takumi told him to stay close then who was he to do otherwise?
After being guided into the bathroom from behind, the world gradually started to fill in around him again now that the staggering amount of humans was reduced to just the one who led him here. “Oh god, oh my god...” Takumi repented as he assessed the damage he had done. “I’ll, uh...um...” Tugging off his own blazer, Takumi wrapped it around his waist with a tight knot. “God, I’m so sorry, Eito...I didn’t, I wasn’t...”
Takumi looked so ugly in his little white button up dress shirt. So ugly in fact he couldn’t help but laugh a little in a way that resulted in Takumi sighing rather grimly. “That looks odd, doesn’t it? Now you’ve got two jackets on...goddammit. Ugh...”
There was something important he just remembered upon seeing Takumi’s stressed out expression. The why behind it didn’t make much sense, but the words came out of his mouth anyways. “Ten minutes to spare, Takumi~”
“Oh no, oh shit...I almost forgot!” Deciding this was the best they could do given the tight deadline he’d just been reminded of, Takumi grabbed onto his wrist and led him out of the station where he could finally breathe the fresh air of mother earth once more.
It was then, and only then that the reality of their situation sunk in. Wrenching free of Takumi’s hold, he drifted towards the nearest trash can and emptied his stomach into it. That, had been a long time coming. “Eito! Are you okay?” Takumi pulled out the little handkerchief his mother made for him and attempted to wipe at his chin with it. He wanted to push him off, and he very nearly did, until he thought about how awful it would’ve been to wash puke out of his sleeves. “Should I run and get you some medicine? We might be a few minutes late, but,”
“I’m fine.” He reassured as he pulled out the pack of anti-emetic meds from his pocket, showing them off so Takumi could stop fretting over him. Quickly swallowing down three of them for good measure, he tucked them away again safely.
As they walked towards their destination, Takumi urged forward a concern he’d been holding onto since that incident on the train. “You’re...not gonna report me to HR, are you...?”
“Huh?” The moment he clued in to the career destroying ammunition he now held over Takumi’s head, he stifled a cocky grin. “I really should, shouldn’t I? You’ve been nothing but a thorn in my side since you started here and it’d be nice not having to show up to work and see your ugly mug anymore.”
“E-Eh? You think I’m ugly?” Wrong thing to be worried about here, Takumi...
“Why, yes, I do. I don’t even think you remember to brush your teeth most mornings, and don’t get me started on that ridiculous way your hair looks when you come into the office. Do you even try to look professional? Or do you just roll out of bed, put on a nice suit, and call it a day?”
“Hey, I have a solid hygiene routine, and I do brush my teeth! And that’s just how my hair always looks, believe me I’ve tried...”
“Regardless, I think I’ll submit a sexual harassment case first thing tomorrow. If I were you, I’d pack up your belongings tonight. Otherwise I’ll shove it all in the trash the first chance I get and scrub away any lingering residue of your existence there.”
“Eito...” Takumi softened, as if he was about to start begging. Hopeful for just that, he stopped and turned to face him with a tinge of pride gleaming in his eyes. “Please, I need this job...I’ll do anything, just...” He wanted to see Takumi get down on the ground and prostrate himself before him, pleading for forgiveness. “Give me a chance to make it up to you. I swear I’ll make this right.”
“Hmm...”
Crossing his arms as if he was seriously considering the offer, he gave it about half a minute they didn’t have and watched as Takumi’s face drooped into despair. “I’ll give you until the end of the week. I have high hopes, Takumi.”
When they had time to spare, that was when he could start making demands of his weaselly, depraved nemesis. He was already thinking up a list now. From making him clean the staff toilets with his toothbrush, to making him get on all fours and letting him use his back as a foot rest. Actually, having to touch Takumi in any way shape and form, even as punishment repulsed him. He’d think of something else.
“Thank you...thank you, Eito! You’re the best!”
He really wanted to knock Takumi down another peg, but they still had a vital meeting to present for. Having Takumi screw things up for them by wallowing in fear wasn’t an option. Not at this stage.
Once they arrived, they received the folders they needed from the receptionist and took the elevator up twenty or some odd floors. Something about being alone with Takumi in a small space made his left leg restless and the heels of his shoe tap against the floor, obviously frustrated. Takumi opened his mouth to point it out, but faltered on the first breath. They rode the elevator in silence all the way up.
It wasn’t until after the meeting had concluded and everyone else left to go pack up their things and end their workday that he decided to do something drastic. As Takumi was tidying up their papers and getting ready to head out, he stepped towards him and shoved him onto the table. “H-Hey!” Takumi grimaced quietly, not wanting to make a scene in case anyone was still around. The glass walls were curtained off and not a sliver of space was left uncovered to prevent peeping toms. With the door shut and everyone going about their end of day routine, nobody would think to check in on them—assuming they knew how to let themselves out. “What are y—”
Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.
“—mmph!”
He wasn’t sure what he was thinking when he smashed his mouth against Takumi expecting something to spark. If anything, it was like putting his lips on a spoiled, soggy tomato and made him want to puke. Their lips crashed together a few more times until he couldn’t handle it anymore and tried to pull away—only for Takumi to wrap his arms around his neck and push his spindly little tongue past his lips. “Hrrrck...!” Had it not been for him spewing the contents of his stomach out earlier, he might have threw up over Takumi’s face, but even his gagging didn’t alarm Takumi enough to stop his ruthless assault. Enough, enough...! Try as he might to push Takumi away, his hands refused to obey him and instead tugged on his shirt as if to pull him closer. His body was reacting to this in the same way it had on the train and despite the nausea churning through his empty gut, he felt that same heat return and wanted to chase it. He didn’t know what Takumi saw on his face when they finally separated to catch their breaths—saliva threading between their lips in a state of either insanity or resounding clarity. Takumi’s hideous face looked at him as if it was searching for something, and once it found it, he reached for his hand and brought it towards his crotch, urging him to touch it. Returning the favour, Takumi rubbed his palm into the bulge forming in his pants too and before long they were sighing into each others shoulders—Takumi’s teeth on his neck.
“Eito,” Takumi moaned as he sucked at his skin.
“Takumi,” he whimpered pathetically at finally having the chance to breathe the name that had been stuck on his lips since what happened on the train ride here. “Takumi...~”
“Fuck...can I?” Takumi asked him wantonly, a certain repulsive husk to his tone that he didn’t know how to respond to, not fully comprehending the question.
Whether it was a mumbled noise that sounded like affirmation or hearing the way he said his name again, Takumi pushed on his chest a little without much resistance and before he knew it, he was bent over the table and felt that same hardness he just held in his hand push against his rear. His chest lurched in a fit of fear and desire, and with a finger wetted in what evidence remained from before, Takumi prodded against his entrance with it until his hole swallowed him inside. “Haah..aah, T-Takumi...~?” It felt strange, but so did everything leading up to it. Having Takumi inside of him, even just a little, was frying his brain.
“You’re so...pretty, Eito...it drives me crazy,” Takumi thought he was pretty? Hehe, why did that...feel so good to hear? “I’ve always wanted to...” Somehow managing to work a second finger inside, Takumi confessed things he never expected to hear him say. “How does it feel? Is this okay?”
In his shoes, he could feel his toes curling. Takumi, the man he hated for years at this point...had his fingers inside of him, and for some reason he liked having them there. Being underneath him, at his mercy. There was this awful anticipation too as he felt a third slip inside of him. Something that made him afraid but also excited. Then Takumi stroked him in just the right place that forced a loud whine out of him. Bringing his arm around his mouth, he didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention from outside, but Takumi didn’t seem to get the memo and kept rubbing him there again and again in effort to draw out more lewd sounds. Takumi got what he wanted, of course, because he always did even in the workplace. That’s part of why he hated him so much. Now he was getting exactly what he wanted from him too—manipulating his body into whatever shape served him best. “I...I h-hate you, Takumi...~” The venom those words should’ve spat out was instead replaced with something sweeter and succulent, like honey. That gross taste Takumi left in his mouth was starting to maybe...taste better? He didn’t understand it. Didn’t want to understand it.
“Do you? I didn’t know.” That wasn’t what he wanted to hear Takumi say to him in a tone that sounded so smug all of a sudden. Takumi should be sucking up to him, grovelling at his feet, not sitting on some high-horse. “Can I put it in now? You should be good enough now...I think.”
Ah—Takumi was going to put that ugly, horrible thing inside of him too, wasn’t he? It felt deformed and viscous in his hand, and even that was enough to make him ill. Was he really going to put it in him—now?
Scary, that’s scary...I don’t want it...he thought, his entire body trembling from his shoulders to his toes. When Takumi pulled his fingers out from him, he suddenly felt empty in a not-so-good way and subconsciously lifted his lower half towards Takumi as if to wordlessly invite them back. That was all the permission Takumi needed it seemed, as the moment he felt its tip penetrate him he bit down into his cuff and held his breath. Takumi struggled to keep it together too, as his breaths rang ragged in his ears as he begun to mutter sweet nothings like how tight he was or how good he felt. It hurt, it was too big, but...hearing how good he was being for Takumi tingled all the right switches in his head. “Mmmhh...! Hate...hate you...~”
“Yeah...yeah,” Takumi acknowledged softly as he pushed deeper inside until he could feel him all throughout his abdomen. That...probably wasn’t possible, but that’s what it felt like when he thought about the disturbing size of his cock he had held in his grip. “Goddamn, Eito...you really took all of it...” He...he did? All of it? Urgh... “How does it feel? Good?”
“M-Miserable...” He confessed honestly, though Takumi didn’t take it that way.
“Really? That’s not what your body’s telling me...fuck, you’re squeezing me like a tube of toothpaste...”
“...”
He hated Takumi with all his heart. Stupid, stupid man.
Then Takumi started to move. Slowly, gradually rocking his hips back and forth into him as he ran his hand over the table trying to find something to grab onto. His fingers found the folder Takumi had organized earlier and crumbled the papers inside with his fist. Even as Takumi found a steady rhythm, he thought his cock was going to ram straight through him and come out the other side. Takumi was using him for his pleasure, and he could hear it in the obscene sounds he was croaking from his frog lips. He didn’t want to like it and it upset him whenever he felt a wave of heat run over him, either to his head or to his dick. “T-There,” he sobbed against himself, “right there~” Takumi unfortunately proved he could listen to instructions and diligently made every effort to thrust his cock against the spot that made him swell with warmth. “Haaah...haah, Takumi...!”
“Fuck, Eito! Just a bit—I’m...I’m gonna—!”
Rekindling that same mind-numbing sensation that shot through him like a bullet on the train, he cried into his sleeve—biting down into his arm through the fabric—and felt it shoot out from his cock all over the table. Every part of his body tensed up, quivering through the violent high that fractured his sanity. Feeling him clamp down even tighter, Takumi rode through that same high inside of him—his throbbing cock spreading its thick, warm seed all throughout his body. Takumi continued to use his hole until he milked out every last drop even as he lost feeling in his knees and almost fell out from underneath him.
The rough sound of their breathing being the only noise that filled the room for a while until he finally managed the word, “revolting...”
“Are we...even now?” Takumi mumbled, as if this somehow changed things.
“Why would we be?” Nasty Takumi really thought putting his dick in him would magically make all his problems go away. How sorely mistaken he was. “All I have to say...is that you had your way with me despite my earnest pleas for you to stop. Who do you think they’ll believe, Takumi? You, or the guy you just shoved your rancid cock inside and even had the audacity to spew your seed there too?”
“You’re the worst...you’re really a piece of work, Eito.”
“Why thank you,” he hummed proudly to himself, as Takumi went about cleaning up their mess with the tissue box on the other end of the long table.
Only in his reprieve did he realize the fact that Takumi hadn’t even bothered to take off his pants this time—just stretching the hole he made in them even wider and fitting himself inside. There was no way he could be seen in public like this. He was going to make Takumi’s life a living hell if it was the last thing he did.
“There’s no way I’m taking the train with you back to the office. Call a cab and foot the bill for me. You can take the train home.”
“What? No way. Do you know how much that’ll cost?”
“Less than it would if you lost your job because I filed a report to HR.”
“...Fuck you.”
Flashing Takumi a cheeky smirk like he’d won, he managed to maneuver his and the jacket Takumi loaned him to cover up what he could of his torn pants. It wasn’t flattering, but hopefully no one would notice if he was careful and walked tight-legged. Then, after Takumi called for a cab and said it’d be here in half an hour or so, they made their way to the elevator and somewhere between the twentieth floor and ground level—that same frustration making his leg twitch again—he found himself pushing Takumi up against the wall, his lips once more on top of Takumi’s foul little hog mouth all the way down to hell.