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Author's Note: Hello, today is the day of chapter five. Thank you all who reviewed and I really do appreciate it. I'm sorry about the rush in notes last night, but I was about to lose power. My battery was dying. Lol. No, so like I said, here's the next chapter, I think (personally) it's quite good! Heh… Now, incase of confusion, I'm saying this: The notes at the bottom were done weeks ago. Right now, I'm in my new house in California and no longer where I was writing from.

I'd like to say this as well; I'm not dedicating this story, so much as the work, time, effort and words, to Charlie. I'd like to think of it as showing how I can keep living and doing what I love, no matter what.

The Family misses you Charlie, get home safely.

Now, please enjoy chapter five of 'Teach Me', titled (and quite well I should say) Take Me.

Teach Me

Take Me

Suguru was introduced to N-G Productions on his fifteenth birthday. Tohma was inwardly bubbling with excitement; his company was becoming one of the biggest, most powerful in Japan. He was acquiring new, fresh talent everyday, scouts sent to every bar, club and neighborhood where people complained about the local garage band. Some were wary of the people the blonde contracted. They were young, seemingly untalented kids. How could they make anyone money? The business needed bands that were doing small concerts, getting paid and had connections with a few other bands. They needed bands that opened for other bands. What Tohma herded in were the most raw, coarse forms of music.

Everyone thought Suguru was just another walking piece of coal, a diamond in the rough, just like the rest of Tohma's musicians. The people who had been working for the blonde since the beginning had long ago left their worries behind and held nothing but devotion and respect for the man and his wishes. They learned that (as their slogan went) 'Seguchi Knows Best'.

Suguru liked the feel of the place immediately. It was large, welcoming, but you could tell it meant business. It was up to date in the latest for producing music and instruments. But, there was no time to stop and play apparently. No, today Tohma wanted to teach Suguru about business, in case his little cousin ever chose a career leading that way. He was shown everything from the bottom rung people, all the way to the secretaries who worked for Tohma's secretaries. Finally, it was time to see his cousin's office and get a good eyeful of what being your own boss could do for you.

Tohma loved open spaces and being able to see what was ahead of him. It came as no surprise to see the large ornate office decorated brightly and comfortably and it felt open without being sparse. Tohma had a large mahogany desk with a comfortable looking leather chair behind it, and behind that, the wall was entirely a window. The office didn't need any lights on a nice day because the window would let the light flood in, in the most attractive way. The cushioned carpeting reminded Suguru of his cousin's eyes, the blonde's taste obviously reflected in the décor. A mix match of colors that would seem hideous at first glance, but then on closer inspection you could see how they tastefully came together in a minute blend. Of course there was a wall decorated with Nittle Grasper's shinning moments; framed pictures, clippings, awards and a Synth settled in the corner. It was all open, sleek and modern, screaming Tohma.

"My office, of course," the blonde said, smiling as he watched his little cousin take in the elaborate setting.

"I wouldn't expect anything less," Suguru said with a laugh, walking over to the Synth in the corner.

Tohma watched, shutting the office door behind him with a soft click. Suguru had turned on the immaculately kept Synth, still in working order, and start a remixed version of his all time favorite piece; Beethoven's 14th Symphony. The blonde could appreciate the new sound on an old favorite, and he was impressed with his cousin for working such a complicated piece into such a new beat sound. He remembered when he first told Suguru that, that was his favorite piece.

They were seated before a piano in the little studio of Suguru's home. Tohma's little cousin had just finished playing a piece that could be considered advanced for a child his age, but, save the physical boundaries of having small hands, the young boy had played it exceptionally well.

"Can you play Beethoven's sonata 14?" Tohma asked, pleased with his little cousin's skill.

That was his very favorite.

"A few parts that I recognize notes... but not much," Suguru said, feeling bad.

He should've worked on stuff like that! Not the stupid workbook. Tohma said it was important and he had just passed that over because it had looked really, really hard.

Tohma probably wouldn't've done that. Suguru had to work harder! He wanted to be able to play whatever Tohma gave him.

"Then it'll be the first thing I teach you," Tohma decided, seeing the expression on Suguru's face alter slightly. So, he smiled warmly to help ease whatever it was that was making the young child frown.

"We've got to start somewhere, and it's a nice slow pace. And it's perfect because it'll teach you how to use your hands together but separately. How to make them both play a different song at the same time." But yes, slow enough that Suguru wouldn't trip all over it.

He leaned in to whisper as if sharing a secret, "And then you can come and play it for me whenever you want. I never get tired of hearing it."

He smiled again, though a little cautiously. That sounded really, really hard. His hands liked playing the same song together, what if he couldn't make them each play something different?

But the excitement of Tohma teaching him was more than enough to overcome all of that. And he wanted to play for Tohma.

Suguru leaned against his cousin, smiling. "Then I'm gonna play it all the time."

"One day, I'm going to steal you away from your parents," Tohma teased, nodding his head in promise as he held the adorable child against his body, petting through his hair, brushing it away from creamy, even skin.

"And then you'll be aaaaaall mine."

"Wonderful, Sug-kun," Tohma congratulated, clapping lightly as his little cousin finished.

Suguru practically beamed as he shut off the instrument, turning to take a look at the Nittle Grasper coated wall, hands linked behind his back.

"I remember this one," he said, tapping a glossy frame around a group picture of the band.

It was a casual picture, none of the members looked any different those years ago compared to now. Ryuichi was draped dramatically over a smiling Tohma's lap, Noriko wrapping an arm across the blonde's shoulders, lowered in a crouch to be higher than the singer, but lower than the other keyboardist, giving off a sultry, haughty look. That was a week before they had gone off to New York on tour and business. Soon after that they had parted ways. Ryuichi going back to the States, Noriko raising a family and Tohma starting his business. Suguru wondered if they were all still as happy as they looked there.

"So do I," Tohma replied, eyes flickering with a quickly passing sadness.

He missed his friends. The only two people he'd ever connected with, kept as close as Suguru himself. While he did keep busy these days hiring, firing, paperwork, it just wasn't as much… fun. He remembered back in high school when they had met; it was a blur of fun and hormones and long nights when things seemed like nothing would go they way they had imagined. They all talked occasionally, but it made him feel old. Old, parted friends calling to catch up instead of calling to plan parties and tours. Working helped him forget, although he purposefully placed reminders throughout the building. Ah, he was his own masochistic sadist.

"Have you talked to them lately?" Suguru asked, drawing his attention away from his memories.

"Oh, yes. Noriko is doing well with Saki-chan and Ryuichi's solo career is doing as well as ever," he said, watching as his little cousin went over to the large window, looking out over the vast city view.

Suguru pressed his palms flat against the cool glass, taking in the beautiful scenery. Tokyo was gorgeous when you were so far up from the congestion down below. Although he soon became lost in his own thoughts. Tohma had been so completely devoted to him lately. More so than usual. Maybe it was just the family bonding, but Suguru didn't want to get his hopes up. Tohma was his cousin, in love with Eiri and torn between Ryuichi, he was also married… to Eiri's sister. They were cousins. He knew how wrong this was, lusting after his cousin. It was probably just idol worship gone wrong. He was confident once he was out on his own, away from Tohma, everything would be fine. He'd get over this little… crush, if that's what you could dare to call it.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts, he hadn't realized Tohma's gaze practically burning holes into his back. How tempting, the target of his desires alone… unknowing. To such an outwardly clean, wholesome looking person, what could be called gruesome images flipped through the blonde's mind. The young keyboardist forced over the desk, face flushed and panting with a mixture of pain from the building release and pleasure all at once. Papers would be scattered in a gently rustling flurry. Groans, grunts, gasps… so, so tempting.

The blonde hadn't even realized his affections towards his little cousin until late. It had hit like a ton of bricks and yet felt so familiar, like this passion had been lying dormant. But this was his cousin. His pure, precious little Sug-kun. By giving in, he could make the same mistakes he had made with Eiri. The age, timing, feelings… it was all too coincidental. It was at this unstable turning point that he'd destroyed Eiri. Helped break down the sweet child he'd been and had doctors rebuild him into the brazen man that he was today. Tohma didn't want to do that to his little untouched cousin. He couldn't.

But the images wouldn't leave him alone. They were still coming, unbidden by his mind. So many positions, so many places, so many possibilities. He knew though, he could never take his little cousin in his office, or any of the other places his mind had conjured up. Tohma knew Suguru was still a virgin. He enjoyed having that knowledge. Knowing that no one else touched his Sug-kun, and the blonde could make sure that no one ever would… but, still wrong. His mind played out the fantasy he'd regretted coming up with most. A bed, the right atmosphere, taking things slow and gentle… no. That was the worst one. It shook him up a little, could his subconscious be telling him there was more than just attraction for his little cousin? Tohma didn't want to know, couldn't risk everything that Suguru was to him now for some pointless intimate moment.

Suguru had rested his forehead against the glass, eyes slowly closing. They paused at half-lidded, fighting to stay up and open in case Tohma was checking to see if he was being observant. He wasn't tired, not at all. They just wanted a comfortable, day dreamy rest. They slipped closed and the foggy state where one can drop into sleep, but is constantly pulled away from it into consciousness soon was upon him. It was almost like a form of meditation to Suguru. Some peaceful in-between, only he allowed thought. He could never keep his mind quiet if he wanted to, and he couldn't say that he hated what his mind was focused on. And horny teenager or not, he'd never visualized anything happening between the two of them. Because that was crossing the line, and he didn't want to cross the line. The random passing thought was nothing; it was easily condemned, never to pop up again for a while, but to actually go one step further than thought and… Suguru couldn't possibly. But his mind (and body) had, had enough of the uptight treatment. They both agreed the kid needed loosening up, and in the state he was in now, it would be the perfect chance to do so. Behind closed lids, deep green eyes were taking in a flood of long suppressed images and there was nothing he could do to stop himself.

Suguru felt a warmth close over him as a shadow descended upon him. His eyes snapped open sharply and he stiffened before two hands rested on his shoulders and a flash of blonde pierced his peripheral vision. He relaxed, melting the tension away as his cousin pressed up close behind him, talking softly into his ear as he pointed out certain buildings with a gloved hand. He felt his skin shiver with every puff of warm breath that passed over the shell of his ear.

Suguru wanted to shut his eyes again and enjoy this. Then he felt Tohma's hands slid off his thin shoulders and travel down his arms, resting atop his own hands that were starting to become moist against the glass. He looked over his shoulder at his older cousin, confusion obvious when lips were suddenly over his in one fell swoop. A warm jolt went straight to his groin at the contact, and he felt like he was drowning in the sudden overload of emotions and feelings. Logic was officially non-existent.

A probing tip of the blonde's tongue across his lips made it clear he wanted access, and Suguru didn't give in right away, but he was soon swept up in the breathless rush, lips parting and another tongue rubbing up against his own, making gentle sweeps in his mouth. It was an overwhelming rush. He realized one of Tohma's hands was no longer on his, but making its way down his chest, abdomen and then resting at the top of his pants. It hurt, it hurt to feel a need this powerful and have it so fucking close, but not to get any relief. Suguru willed Tohma to continue, begged him mentally and with his eyes shut tight from the kiss, he squeezed them even tighter, almost drawing tears.

The blonde must've heard him, because the hand causing him so much torment popped the button at the top of his slacks with just a small flick of slender fingers. The zipper being pulled downward ripped through silence with a ragged tug. And then there was nothing. Suddenly Tohma was gone and Suguru opened his eyes just a bit to try and catch a glimpse of the blonde. He was removing his gloves with a careful, practiced ease, tossing them on the desk where he had placed his hat. He felt an arm encircle his waist as Tohma slipped a smooth hand beneath the parted material of the pants, rubbing him teasingly through his boxers as he pressed himself up against his little cousin's backside. Suguru felt a hard something poke the small of his back, but that was a split second of coherence before a warm hand was wrapped around his length.

A gentle yet firm grip moving painstakingly slow. His hips moved on their own, working into the hand with a soft moan. He felt Tohma shift behind him, but nothing happened until he felt his other hand reappear and work the pants and boxers off and Suguru blushed knowing he was exposed to his cousin. The blonde released Suguru and the young boy nearly hit his head against the window in agony. Window? Suguru hadn't realized he'd been exposing himself to whoever looked up at the N-G building and he went to move away, but Tohma had him forced up against the window, keeping him in place, one hand pressed flat against the glass as the blonde head dipped down to press searing, light kisses along his cousin's neck. Suguru had no idea what was going on at the moment. It was hard to comprehend through the fog that had coated his mind.

But he was jolted out of it when he felt something slightly cold and… wet, wriggle its way into him. He gasped breathlessly in pain, arching away from the intruding object, but that only left him pinned completely against the window and the thing was moving around painfully in him. He breathing was harsh, a soft fog coating the glass with every pant until his breathing smoothed out. He'd almost forgotten the pain from before. It was uncomfortable, whatever it was, wasn't leaving, but it wasn't as bad as it was at first. Until Tohma added another lubricated finger, scissoring the two digits together in a burning pain. And once that faded, another was added and they moved together, trying to loosen him up for something even bigger.

Suguru's heart caught in his throat when that realization hit. But that was shattered when the fingers were able to go deep enough to brush against a small bundle of nerves that made his muscles tighten as he shut his eyes in a long drawn out moan, fingers trying to find something to grab onto besides slick glass, hips working against the fingers, aching erection desperate to find a friction other than smooth glass.

He heard a rustle of cloth, a wet sound and then Tohma wrapped his free arm around him, pulling him against his chest as he removed his fingers from Suguru with a wet sucking sound. The blonde had buried his head in the crook of Suguru neck, breathing shallow. He had an idea as of what would be coming now; he just… couldn't make it all fit. Everything about this was so… he didn't even know. He felt something hard pressing awkwardly into him. Suguru wanted to panic, scream, rant, rave, but all he could do was let Tohma painfully fill him up. It was one of the worst pains he had ever felt, but it was such a strange turn on at the same time. Suguru didn't realize he was panting, begging under his breath for something, anything until Tohma had given him what he had asked for.

The blonde moving in and out of him, grunting softly into his neck, skin becoming sticky from exertion was causing him so much pain and pleasure all at once; he didn't think he'd be sane after this. He'd lost control of his vocal cords, moaning loudly, and incoherent words spilling from his lips, pushed out with every hard thrust. When a hand gripped him firmly, pumping in time to the thrusts, Suguru tumbled over the edge into a mind numbing pleasure, his cousin following soon after by the wetness running down his legs.

"And that one is our sister building. A subsidiary of N-G Productions basically," Tohma's voice said.

Suguru's eyes snapped open, breath caught in his throat as everything came into focus. The window reflected his pale, slightly sallow looking face and Tohma's smiling one right next to his.

"Day dreaming, Sug-kun?" his cousin asked with a laugh.

You have no idea, he thought, a desperate edge to his inner voice. "Yeah… I got lost in the view."

He saw Reflection Tohma nod. "Half the reason I made this wall a window. Beautiful view."

The young boy realized he had to get to a bathroom fast. A little reminder of his thoughts was still quite obvious.

"Excuse me, To-chan! Bathroom break!" he said cheerfully, fluidly getting away from his cousin and rushing for the door.

Tohma watched him go, eyes curious and knowing all at once. Taking a seat in the large chair behind his desk, he picked his gloves up from next to his hat and slipped them on.

Oooo… Dun, Dun, DUUUUN! dramatic reverb

I like the smut! I was actually just messing around with a friend on line one day and started writing the two having sex against the window in Tohma's office. She'd loved it! Lol. I didn't think I'd put any smut in a chapter this soon, I was thinking the whole 'Earth shattering kiss' would be in this chapter. Y'know, when the pair finally has some random kiss explaining their feelings and then there's an awkward period yadda, yadda, yadda. I guess my mind and libido had something else in mind!

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I have no idea why I ramble some times. Anyway, I know it was long smut, but at least it was smut! OH!

So, what do you think happened, hm? Was Tohma advancing on Suguru while he was immersed in his fantasies? Or perhaps it was all really a daydream. Who knooooooows!

I sure as hell don't. I'm serious, I wrote this in the car while we were on our way to Vegas. I'm writing these notes while I'm staying in the Harrahs hotel. It's… Friday. On Sunday we're leaving Vegas and going to our new place in California. Damnit, I'm no longer a Jersey Girl folks. It's a sad day, people, very sad.

AnyHOO! Hey, leave me some reviews on what you think happened here! Hell, maybe it'll help me figure it out… Christ, that really was a long smut scene. Well, longest one for me ever. I think. Unfortunately, this was finished before chapter four. I had that written up on my mom's PC, but forgot to e-mail it to myself, so it was stuck in limbo until we unpacked and set it up. My little brother is fucking annoying me with his cell phone. Review whilst I kill him slowly and painfully… drowning, or suffocation? Maybe the phone shoved down his throat would be best…

SL