Tohma's New Assistant

Chapter 1

Tohma could almost laugh at the red blush on Negi's face, but that would be out of character for him. A snicker slipped through, though. "So, Negi, are you going to tell me how you got that hickey?" There was no answer from the other blonde, but it seemed that the red on his face had deepened. "Negi, I'm your boss now, so I order you to tell me…" Tohma said with a smirk. Negi looked up and mumbled something. "What was that?"

"I met Ryuichi-san." For a moment, Tohma could only stare, wondering what that had to do with the hickey before it finally sunk in and he had to put a hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter.

"My, my, my…and for a man who only started here today…Ryuichi's a bit…affectionate sometimes, isn't he?" Tohma managed. Negi didn't answer. He didn't want to linger on the subject. He hand his hand over the mark on his neck, trying to hide it, even though Tohma already knew about it. His neck was dry by now, but he could still feel the moisture of Ryuichi's tongue on his skin and it simply made him shudder. Tohma let a laugh slip past his lips as he saw Negi's nervous reaction to the simple mark. Everyone got one, sometime or later…it was almost funny to see how panicked and shocked Negi was. "Relax, Negi. It's not going to kill you…besides, you might even decide you like it."

"That would imply I wanted to reflect upon the incident repeatedly…" Negi said softly.

"You are, aren't you? Right now, right?" Tohma enjoyed that look of shock on Negi's face, proving he had guessed correctly. "Why don't you talk to Ryuichi about it? If you didn't like it, tell him. He may be childish, but he's mature enough to accept that much." He told his new assistant as he looked through a file of papers.

Negi frowned. "Maybe you have some papers I could file instead?" He twiddled his thumbs nervously as he stared at Tohma from his position on the chair against the wall, his legs held close to his chest. He looked deceivingly younger in that position.

"I still have to fill out the papers…so there aren't any to file yet." Came the honest reply from Tohma. "It seems I don't actually have anything else for you to do right now, Negi…why don't you hang out with Bad Luck downstairs? I'm sure Shuichi would be happy to talk." Negi sighed, and stood, turning, his hand still on his neck. Tohma narrowed his eyes. "And stop trying to hide the hickey!"

"Uh, yes, sir." Negi replied, putting his hand down at his side, still nervous about what people would say, but continued out and down the stairs all the same. Up and down, up and down…was there a time he wasn't going up or down stairs today?

Negi found the room easily this time, and was impressed by the music he heard upon entering the room. When the music ended, he clapped softly.

Shuichi jumped over. "Negi, you're back!" He grinned. His eyes started to roam, then… "Negi, where'd you get that-" His sentence was cut off when Hiro and Suguru came over as well.

"Nice to see you again, Negi." Suguru politely greeted him. Hiro just waved. And finally they all saw it.

"Um…should we even ask about that hickey?" Hiro arched a brow, and Negi's cheeks flushed pink.

"What happened, Negiiii….you were doing nauuughty things, weren't you, Negiiii…" Shuichi's grin had actually widened. "Hey, you said you had to take that schedule back to Tohma…" he trailed off. "You were doing naughty things with Tooooohmaaaa!" He sang, and the red on Negi's cheeks deepened.

"I wasn't!" He tried to defend himself. "I met Ryuichi-san…and he followed me into the elevator and…" He shuddered, the sensation of the singer's tongue on his skin too much a memory to continue the sentence.

"Ooooh, better yet! You were doing naught things with Ryuuu!" Shuichi just couldn't let the subject dropped. Once he saw a hickey, he had to talk about it.

"No, no, no…" Negi shook his head. "I wasn't doing anything!"

"Well, that's even worse for you!" Shuichi said rather loudly. Hiro laughed.

"He does this all the time, don't sweat it." He assured the man. "But still, I'm curious about what happened…you say it was Ryuichi?"

"Hai…" Negi pulled out his paper. "Hai, Hiroshi-san."

"It seems out of character for Ryuichi to do that for someone who just started working here today, though…" Suguru noted. "What exactly did he say?"

"That we were friends….that I should come over sometime so we could…erm, play games."

"Given that it was Ryuichi, he might have meant a video game or a board game." Hiro told Negi.

"Given that he was tonguing my neck at the time, I don't think he had that in mind." Negi replied nervously. He fidgeted.

"Oh, waaaas he?" Shuichi leered, suddenly right next to Negi, who in turn jumped back, startled.

"Maybe you should go outside for a bit…get some fresh air." Hiro suggested. Given how jumpy Negi seemed, it was hard to think he didn't need some fresh air. Negi nodded, and walked out of the studio, and out into the parking lot. It was much cooler there, and he smiled when the cool winds caressed his face. His eyes widened when warm caresses joined the cool one of the wind.

"What's wrong? Is Negi-kun hot?" asked a voice behind him. Negi didn't even want to look.

"It's just a little stuffy in the studio, is all…" Negi replied. The hand didn't drop.

"Huh….Negi-kun feels cold." The voice commented. "But he acts nice and warm…" A body was once more pressed against his back, arms winding around him.

"If I'm cold, why are you intent on pressing so tightly to me, Ryuichi-san?"

"If I hug you, Negi-kun, you become warm." Was the simple reply. "Negi-kun's no fun if he isn't warm."

"What are you-" Negi cut off as he felt a hand sliding up underneath his shirt. "R-Ryuichi-san…"

"Negi-kun's cold allll over." Ryuichi said happily, as his hands slid all over Negi's torso.

"No, Ryuichi-san…no…" Negi tried to pull Ryuichi's hands off of him, but the singer's grip was tight. "Ryu…" A hand clapped over his mouth, muffling any protests he might make.

"Negi-kun's so loud…" Ryuichi sounded downright giddy, but there was a certain gruffness in his voice…"He needs to be quieter…" Negi felt a hand wander dangerously low, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Any protests he made would be muffled by the hand over his mouth. "Negi-kun's warm after all…" Ryuichi said softly.

"Do I need to know?" asked a very apathetic voice. Standing next to his car in the parking lot was none other than Yuki, who was staring at them rather oddly. Granted, it probably was an odd sight, with the singer standing with his chest to the back of a man who was similar to Tohma, one hand on his mouth, the other down his pants. "I just came to pick up Shuichi, so don't even attempt to explain this stupid predicament to me."

Ryuichi pulled back, and grinned. "I can show you to Shuichi's recording room! Follow me!" Ryuichi led the blonde into the building, leaving Negi standing there, a shocked look on his face. His legs gave way and he fell on the ground, shaking. He hugged himself tightly, and tried to steady his fast breathing. Tears fell on the ground, and he shook his head.

"I'd rather be cold if that's what warmth brings…."

A/N: Poor Negi…I'm being mean to him, aren't I? And I know…Ryuichi might be a little OOC…