Step Away

A/N: This story is dedicated and owed in part by the filthy mind of Ony-chan, as well as to Britlit, Salamander, and Poptart.

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The red light of the sun was burning through K’s eyelids. His head rolled uncomfortably against the polished wood of the desk, slipping and pulling on his loose hair that was far too long, as he attempted to face the other direction.

Vaguely, barely satisfied that the large wall of bullet-proof glass that served as the sole window to Seguchi-san’s office was no longer an imminent threat to his vision, the strong blond concentrated on moving his body. His tan skin peeled slowly from the smooth surface below, only to discover that the body to which it attached was going absolutely nowhere.

The throbbing in the back of K’s head had only been made worse via the rising sun that had been shining in his face, yet still illuminated the entirety of his toned, naked body. Chest bare, nipples pert, the manager was a site worth feasting upon. Rich, blond hair had fanned and tangled beneath him, almost glowing in the sun. Almost everything was stiff.

His mind was sluggish.

K opened his bleary eyes to a deep groan that was not his own.

He saw Sakano-san, sitting so very close to his prone, naked body.

Glasses glinting in the morning light, the usually high-strung producer was in the President’s chair, leaning back in bliss.

The president, where was he?

K strained against his bonds, craning his neck, twisting and contorting muscles to confirm a deep suspicion fueled by the sound of soft, smacking lips, a sound similar to two lovesick teenagers devouring eachothers’ mouths.

The petit president was kneeling in front of Sakano, his face in the taller man’s lap. Sakano’s long fingers were gripping the slender man’s shoulders firmly as that blond head moved diligently, cast in shadow, denied its rightful halo by the sun in which the man above basked.

Un. fucking. believable.

The passage of time neither gave K the strength to move, the ability to remember how he’d gotten here in the first place or to stop the obscenity going on slightly below him. Only one man signed his paycheck, and he wanted that to continue.

Didn’t he?

There was a warm stirring beginning, a hardness growing between the helpless man’s legs, as he lowered his head and closed his eyes. The sounds of Seguchi’s lips around Sakano’s dick was what he was hearing. No doubt those pink petals were delicate, soft, but they loudly slurped and were nearly overshadowed in volume by the content and greedy sounds of Sakano.

With refound strength, K struggled weakly against his bonds, which his wrists and ankles throbbed against, as they were already too tight. He pulled so hard that his skin began to chafe, and he gasped for breath.

The frustrated blond looked over the edge of the desk once more.

Sakano’s hands were in Seguchi’s hair now as he simultaneously held the man down and cooed soft words that were laced with warning not to stop.

How in the hell…

It was a nightmare, all a nightmare.

Wasn’t it?

His ears were far from virginal but were assaulted by vulgar noise, as Seguchi audibly gagged more than once.

To think that it was resistance would be wishful thinking on his part, but there was something eerily chilling about the fashion that Sakano was handling the other man at his crotch and how uncharacteristically well the other was taking it.

Sakano slipped a commanding hand that had been threading through platinum blond hair to the nape of the neck as a warning not to stop. The hold the manager had over the smaller man actually appeared to be forcing his head down even further to better taste the heavily-veined flesh lollipop that was engaging his mouth.

It wasn’t long before Sakano’s hands were roaming over the expanse of exposed flesh of the man between his legs. They slipped over gently sloping shoulders and down a toned back, towards Seguchi’s ass. Sakano had no qualms cupping the prize he was sure to gain.

Almost as though he had been drugged, the pieces of a puzzle fit together in K’s mind fully forming the lewd scene in which he was now watching and would soon become engaged.

He let out a strangled noise of shock that attracted the attention of Sakano. A better look through the man’s glasses revealed familiar brown eyes with a foreign glint of malice that could not have possibly belonged to the meek manager.

Even more disconcerting was the cunning smile that danced across the other man’s lips.

Soon after, those lips parted, these words slithered out, “K-san, take lessons; you’ll be replacing him, soon.”

K’s first truly coherent thought in this situation was that he must escape the demon in front of him.

Rescuing Seguchi, if at all possible, came to him as an afterthought.

Someone needed to sign his paycheck and, through having experienced bondage under Sakano as well, save him from the terrors of a psychiatric ward.

Muscles tired, K could move his jaw, but something was wrong. His lips moved, his tongue could wet them, but all he could do was lightly croak in an attempt to use his voice. Such a ridiculous inability only made K wonder what the hell had been done to him, to get him into this situation.

His body shouldn’t be so slow. Sakano’s bonds shouldn’t be so strong.

The least the bastard could do is stop moaning.

“Get ready, Seguchi, and don’t you miss a drop.”

K’s eyes widened at the sight of Sakano roughly grabbing platinum blond hair and tugging and then forcing the man’s mouth over the entire length of his cock. Who would have known it was so large? The way Sakano had always behaved in the past, he would have most certainly thought otherwise.

It was then that K realized that Tohma was swallowing for dear life, and so help him, he almost pitied the smaller man. Several long moments passed as Sakano became enraptured, his back straining against the plush chair, slowly relaxing after his orgasm.

Sakano’s hands almost tenderly framed the President’s face before one of them took a hold of his light hair and used it to lift the mouth from his lap and released, allowing the newly trained president to slump to the floor for a short rest.

After smiling, contemplating his new fuck-toy from that position, Sakano spoke once more, “Good job, my new pet. Now, go and fetch,” and he gave a waving gesture towards the bound K, “and I will reward you for such exquisite oral technique, although I cannot say that it’s entirely unexpected.”

An uneasy knot was building in K’s stomach, taut from stress. Seguchi said not a word, hardly taking time to catch his breath before he rose to his small feet and began to approach him. approached him.

K, still rather in shock, could only fathom in this situation that this was the first time that he ever had to look up to see Seguchi’s eyes.
K felt a coldness spread through his chest, as he saw nothing but a green cloudiness. Seguchi might as well have been a zombie.

A small, toned, evenly breathing zombie that would do best to stay away from him.

Again, K’s voice failed him.

A sickeningly peaceful smile crossed over Tohma’s face as though all responsibility had been permanently lifted from him and he spoke gently to K, “Prepare yourself for my master.”

Soon, Sakano was behind Seguchi, hands lightly massaging his shoulders as though to make up for the demanding blowjob just moments earlier, speaking lowly into his ear, words that K could not hear and made the former President involuntarily shudder.

“Tohma, get him ready; I don’t want to stop in between…”

There was a nod as Seguchi sauntered the rest of the way, that very short distance to the desk he laid bonelessly upon.

K could only gasp deeply at the hot, humid air caressing the top of his member.

He could only curse violently, sitting straight up in bed as this recurring, disturbing, sickening dream ended once more. Alone in the middle of the night, K Winchester panted into the darkness, groaning in defeat. One night, Seguchi would finish him off, and he could return to peaceful dreams.