I walked into the conference hall with the utmost confidence; I'd done this a million times. Business conferences, lunches, dinners, schmoozing with the best of the best, la creme de la creme. Business men and women from all over the world attended these conferences, and it was here that I found my enjoyment. My... fun, if you will.

My name is Dartz. I'm writing this out as a memoir, a keepsake, a record of something and someone very important in my life. Something that I never thought I would come across, and likely will never come across again. I hope it ends up meaning as much to you as the experience did to me.

I had gone to the dinner that night with my radar tuned. I wanted to find someone to have a little fun with. In case you weren't aware, plenty of businessmen and women, gay and straight alike, will often shack up with other attractive intelligent and alluring business people on these trips. Part of the package, you might say. You can do or say whatever you like to each other, it's highly unlikely that you'll ever come across each other again, if done correctly. After that, ties get severed, and no one is the wiser. You wouldn't believe how many 'straight' businessmen I've 'encountered' on these expeditions. Trust me, you'd be surprised.

The dinner that night was magnificent, and afterwards, cocktails and a little bit of mulling in the grand hall. This conference was being held in Spain, so there were plenty of beautiful bronze skinned spanish speaking specimens to choose from, yet my eye fell on one man in particular. Siegfried Von Schroeder. Young, tall, slender, breathtakingly beautiful, and incredibly intelligent, he was the CEO of one of the largest gaming corporations in the eastern world, rivaled only by Seto Kaiba. As I passed by his table, he was deep in conversation with another young businessman, and both turned to look as I passed, the latter beckoning me over.

"Sir," the man said in a thick, harsh european accent, "Do you have any idea what they're talking about up there?" He motioned to the screen, where there was a presentation of some sort taking place, something I obviously had no interest in.

"No," I said quietly, looking between the both of them, not letting my eyes play on Siegfried as long as I would have liked to, but long enough, I'm sure, for him to notice. He smirked a little and turned his attention back to the other man, who had extended his hand to me.

"Well, I'm glad we aren't the only ones then. It's so... boring. Hans Gerspucht. And you are?" I grasped his hand and shook it firmly, the corner of my mouth twitching.

"Call me Dartz. Pleasure to meet you." I turned to Siegfried, extending my hand to him as well, "and you, Mr...?"

"Von Schroeder." He said in a much softer voice, tinted with a gentle accent. "Siegfried. Pleasure."

"The pleasure is mine." I smirked a little, seeing his eyes roving over me as I turned again to face his conversation companion. "May I ask what type of...business you two are in?"

"Gaming." Said Siegfried briskly. "I run a gaming corporation rivaled only by KaibaCorp." He sneered the last few words, clearly disdainful. "Herr Gerspucht and I were just discussing a type of merger."

"Ahh I see." I smiled a little, noting how 'Herr Gerspucht' hadn't even been given an opportunity to speak. Siegfried clearly had some kind of influence or a love of control, both of which I found incredibly appealing. "I myself run a financial corporation. I invest in companies worldwide to increase revenue and provide stability, and when the company profits, so do I. It's quite lucrative." I smirked at the both of them. "In any case, I should 'mull' a little more... that is what these things are about, after all- isn't it?" After that I nodded to both men and turned, walking back to the bar to get another cocktail. I could feel someone watching as I went.

Several cocktails and more than enough meaningless conversation having later, I decided to have a seat at a table and flip lazily through the conference manual. Just as I had taken my seat and set my empty glass on the table, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and saw another cocktail get placed next to my glass. "Herr Dartz, is it?"

"Ah, Mr. Von Schroeder," I made to stand up, but his hand stopped me. I took this as a sign that he wanted to join me. "Please, sit down." I motioned to the seat at a ninety degree angle from my own. "How can I help you?"

"Two things" he said, smirking a little and motioning to the cocktail he'd brought. It was then I noticed that he had brought that in addition to his own. "I wanted to hear a little more about your business, und also, I noticed you were running a little low on alcohol. One simply must be drinking at one of these events..." He exaggerated this point by taking a sip from his drink.

"Oh I know. I appreciate it, thank you." I smiled a little, nodding at the drink. "As for my business... Quid Pro Quo, Mr. Von Schroeder. Sie bitten und dann bitte ich. Ja?" I rested my forearms on the table, my fingers toying with the neck of the glass he'd brought me.

"Das klingt zu mir gut." He responded, "I had no idea you had an affinity with the german language, Herr Dartz. I would have expected you to be as ignorant as most americans."

"Ah, I've been around the world quite a few times, Herr Von Schroeder. And please, no prefix necessary. Just call me Dartz." I took a sip from the cocktail. "I'm comfortable conversing in whatever language you are. Although," I smirked, "Your accent is quite charming."

"Really." He said mischievously, "And please, call me Siegfried. English is fine, of course. I conduct most business in english. However, it is also quite charming to hear a non native german speak the language with such fluency." He laughed a little, motioning to me again, "So, financial investing in companies, hm? What's so lucrative about that, besides the revenue?"

I raised an eyebrow. "It's lucrative particularly for the fact that once I invest in a company, I essentially own a portion of it, and regain some control over it. It's quite... empowering." I smirked, nodding as I took another sip of my cocktail. "Why gaming?"

Our conversation continued in this fashion for over an hour, by which point, the presenters and most of the guests had made their way out of the great hall, and up to the hotel and their beds, with or without a companion. Or companions. Trust me, it happens.

"Well, Herr Dartz." Siegfried said quietly, sounding more than a little tipsy. "It was quite lovely chatting with you, but it's late, and I should probably get my beauty sleep for tomorrow, nein?" He laughed that charming little laugh of his, making to stand up and swaying very slightly. In the hour we'd been talking, there had been more than a few refills, to say the least. I put a hand under his elbow to steady him.

"Here.. I'll walk you up." The cogs in my head were turning. I liked him, wanted him, and he seemed interested in me. He was drunk, I wasn't so much, being able to handle my liquor after years of these functions, and so would have quite easily been able to bed him without a hitch. Yet, I didn't really want to anymore. I shook my head a little, inclining it to the entryway. "What floor are you on?"

"Oh..." He fished around in his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a keycard, looking at it. "Room... one thousand six hundred und ninety three." He chuckled a little, walking with me to the elevator. Once inside, his weight seemed to shift, and he leaned a little more into me. I started to sweat.

Let me preface this. Not ever have I gotten nervous at a conference when trying to bed a young businessman. It just doesn't happen. I am not the nervous type. I know full well how it happens: I have sex with them, they love it, we part ways, the end. This, for some reason was different. I was reading into the things he was saying to me, I was actually listening to him, taking a liking to him.

I stood there with a hand under Siegfried's elbow, supporting quite a bit of his slight weight, and when the doors to the elevator dinged and opened, letting us out, he followed like a puppy, my hand guiding him. We made our way to the room number indicated on his card, and when he went to swipe the keycard, the door light flashed red, indicating an unsuccessful swipe. He tried once more before turning to me. "Oops," he said in a quiet voice, before reaching up and taking my tie, pulling me closer to him. "I must have read it wrong." He pressed his mouth to mine faster than I could object, and I found myself pressing him against the wall a moment later.

His mouth was incredible. As I licked, nipped, and sucked on his lips and tongue, he had one hand on my cheek, and another on my hip. He sighed into my mouth, moaning gently in disapproval as I pulled away. "I.." He looked into my eyes and raised an eyebrow, the hand on my cheek's fingers stroking and moving down to my neck.

"Hmm?" He said quietly, pulling my face to his again, kissing my lips a little more gently, this time, adding a subtle bite. "You have a beautiful mouth, Herr Dartz."

I groaned a little, feeling the blood leave my extremities and run elsewhere. "As do you, Siegfried..." I bit my lip, trying to distract myself from my own physical discomfort, and to discourage myself from looking to see if he was experiencing the same type of physical reaction as I. "So... if this isn't your room, what is? Hm?"

He smirked a little deviously. "Oh, oops... Did I say 1693? I meant 1993... So sorry. Temporary dyslexia, I'm afraid." He brushed his knuckles against my jawline. "Ich bin traurig."

"Ah. We should get you up there then, shouldn't we?" I arched an eyebrow, desperately trying to ignore the way his skin felt on mine, and trying not to imagine all of our skin being exposed, as I so wanted. I cleared my throat and made to move away, but his hand had returned to my lapel. I looked to his eyes, which were a beautiful shade of blueish green, and his hand released my jacket, letting me pull away enough to start walking to the elevator. I left him leaning against the doorframe of room 1693, and made it up to my own room.

Once inside, I hissed angrily and made my way to the bathroom, casting off articles of my clothing as I went. After I showered and was gathered up my clothing, I smelled a hint of his cologne, his scent, on my tie and pressed it closer to my face, closing my eyes. I sighed, making my way to the large bed in the suite, and laying under the sheets. I closed my eyes again, letting my mind wander, and my hand to do the same, thinking of the feel of his mouth on mine and his hand on my skin.

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Day two of the conference was just as boring as day one had been, with the added bonus of me either searching for or avoiding Siegfried, or some mixture of the two. I had already defied my normal manner for conference-mate fucking, so I was in uncharted territory - but I wasn't sure whether I wanted to put the experience behind me, or try to remedy it. Fortunately for me, later in the day, Siegfried made that decision for me. As I was making my way to the conference luncheon, I heard a familiar soft voice call my name. I turned just as he caught up.

"I..." He started, and I cut him off with a hand motion to a door off the side. He nodded and followed me in. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to apologize for... ugh. For what I did. I am truly sorry."

"Don't be." I said simply. "Very crafty, very clever."

"Well, yes, but I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in any way, and so I apologize."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable." I stated, realizing that he had honestly thought that I wasn't interested in him. I motioned for him to move closer, as if I were to say something quietly. Instead, when he moved in, I kissed him gently but firmly. "You didn't make me uncomfortable." I repeated. "In fact, I was quite-"

"Herr Von Schroeder, Herr Dartz!" Luckily, by this point, we were no longer within kissing distance. Hans Gerspucht had decided to intervene at a most inconvenient time. "How glad I am to have found you, Herr Von Schroeder. I'm afraid we have hit a bit of a snag with our merger..."

I toned him out. After hearing Gerspucht spout on for several painful minutes about his 'snag', he left to meet with some other, I'm sure equally charming (I say with disdain) acquaintances. Siegfried turned to me and made a subtle eye roll. I smirked. "Oh, you must feel so stimulated." I laughed lightly and reached the hotel restaurant door, opening it for him. "After you."

After we had been seated and served with drinks, he rested his elbows on the table and gazed at me. "You were saying, Herr Dartz? Before we were so... rudely interrupted?"

"Was I saying something?" I took a sip of the wine we had been poured. Sweet. "I don't remember."

He tutted. "Clever."

"Thank you."

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"I have to say, that was one of the most absolutely boring conferences I have ever attended." Siegfried huffed quietly, standing up after the last presentation of the evening. The next day was to be full of 'fun'. As much 'fun' as one can have surrounded by stuffed shirts.

"Oh, I agree." I added, also standing up. "So, since you want a do over, I'll take you up to room 1993, yes?" I smirked in his direction, his eyes rolling back before he smiled genuinely. "Yes, that would be lovely. Again, my apologies for the misreading." He laughed quietly.

"Mm... Sure." We made our way to the foyer, and before I went to hit the elevator button, Siegfried's hand on my arm stopped me.

"Why don't... we grab a coffee or a cappuccino.... The elevators are a little full." He laughed a little nervously, and I nodded.

"Tight spaces. Unpleasant, no?" He nodded in agreement, and we made our way to the coffee bar across the foyer. After several minutes, the foyer had emptied sufficiently, almost so that we were once again the only attendees left to go up. When we caught the elevator, we were it's lone occupants. I sighed quietly, and looked at him, coincidentally as he looked at me. He raised his head and made a small noise in his throat, and before I could think, I had caught his lips with mine again. I kissed him against the back wall of the elevator for a good couple minutes, only pulling away when the doors dinged and opened, letting a couple more stragglers in.

I smirked to myself, knowing that Siegfried was blushing as he stood beside me, lips slightly swollen from how forcefully we'd been kissing only moments before. Once the others left and we got off on the 20th floor, this hotel lacking a 13th, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his room, which was almost directly across the hall from the elevator. Breathlessly, he added "Sie zahlen fur das necken ich..." swiping his card, a green light issuing from the slot, and the door clicking open. I chuckled, before being pulled into the room and pressed against the wall, his breath in my ear. "Sie verdanken mir nachher das." He whispered, before licking my earlobe gently.

I shuddered, "Ja, und ich sind ziemlich bereit, sie auszugleichen..." I was willing, and able, at that point to compensate him for leaving him in that state in the elevator. Though, what choice did I have? I pulled him by the cravat to be face to face with me. "Lassen sie.. Let me." I kissed him firmly, and he growled quietly.

"Ja." He pulled away, pulling me away from the wall and into his body, a hand on each of my lapels. His fingers nimbly started undoing the buttons. "I deserve something, don't you think?"

I groaned quietly, my own hands removing his jacket and working on his shirt. As soon as I saw his chest, I ran my hand across his pectorals, impressed. He was slender, but his build was toned and muscular. Beautiful. He pushed my shirt off my shoulders, his hands roaming across my chest and down my stomach, fingers pressing into my waistband. He pulled me as close to him as possible, kissing and licking the spot directly behind my ear. "Oh.. you feel nice, Herr Dartz..." He purred, slipping a second hand to my belt, which he was unfastening, "Ich wunsche sie..."

I nodded, my own hands moving to his belt, pulling it slowly off of his body, loop by loop. Moments later, I was skin on skin with the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen, and rock hard. I moaned quietly as he wrapped his hand around my cock, and walked backwards to the bed, me following with little direction needed. He let go of me long enough for us to lay on the bed together, side by side, and then returned his hands to my now burning flesh. He trailed a hand down my stomach again, stroking me gently when he reached my hardness. "Oh god..." I hissed quietly, him making a small noise akin to a groan and stroking a little more firmly.

"You are so absolutely gorgeous..." He sighed in my ear as he stroked, my breath hitching as I grasped his firmness in my own hand. He gasped a little, his own rhythm faltering. "Mmm..."

Moaning quietly, I moved, him taking his hand away from me and tutting in disapproval as I did the same. I leaned over him and kissed him deeply and lazily, pressing my tongue into his mouth and sighing, biting gently at his bottom lip. "Your kisses taste so good... I wonder about the rest of you...?" I looked into his half closed eyes and he moaned in approval, my search starting at his neck. He sighed quietly as I licked and nipped, sucking gently in some places, biting in others, making my way down his collarbones, chest, the dip of his bellybutton... He hissed and pulled me up, crushing his mouth to mine again.

"I... I need you... please..." his eyes were a little wider now, his breath coming in little pants. I nodded, reaching blindly into the bedside table and fumbling around for what I knew would be there, a small amount of lubricant and some condoms. He groaned a little impatiently as I opened the condom, rolling it over my length.

I placed a hand on his inner thigh, him opening his legs a little wider, so I could kneel more comfortably between. "Are you sure?" I asked quietly, something I normally don't do in such situations. He nodded, biting his bottom lip and tilting his hips up as I spread some lube over my fingers. "A little cold..." I said quietly, pressing a finger into him.

"Ohh.." He moaned quietly, hips twitching as I pushed my finger in and out of his body, adding a second and eventually a third as I felt his muscles starting to relax. I stroked his hardness, which was now lying on his stomach, forming a rhythm between my two hands; causing him to pant and whimper before I pulled my fingers from the warmth of inside his body. His eyes snapped open and he looked at me, groaning, "please.." I nodded, lifting his legs to put his knees over my shoulders.

"Are you ready?" He nodded as I pressed my cock against him, pushing in slowly and hissing at the tightness. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply before continuing, hearing him moan loudly in agreement. I moved slowly at first, working up a rhythm with him, our breathing and panting coming in unison, my hand firmly stroking his cock as I thrusted. "Fuck..." I panted quietly, moving in and out of him a little faster.

He panted under me, nodding and biting his lip, leaning up to kiss me. "Oh god... Right... there..." I groaned in acknowledgement, thrusting into that same spot over and over again, each time eliciting a moan louder than the last. "I'm so close..." he panted, "make me... oh god... make me cum... Dartz... Scheiße..."

"Ohgod... I'm going to... Ugh... Cum for me... cum for me..." I groaned loudly, coming hard as he shuddered underneath me, his muscles clenching around me and his warmth spilling between us, "F-fuck..."

After thrusting a few more times, I pulled out of his body, collapsing beside him, panting heavily. He shuddered again and whimpered quietly, and I did the first thing I could think of, and took him in my arms. I pressed against his back and whispered soothingly in his ear, our skin and sweat soaked sheets sticking to each other, him breathing cursewords under his breath. "Ughhhh..." He groaned quietly after a while, leaning his head back into my shoulder. "That was... das war erstaunlich...amazing..."

I kissed the side of his neck gently and nodded wordlessly, just holding his body to mine. Before long, we had both panted ourselves into a regular breathing pattern, and I reached over once again to the bedside table, tossing out the condom and grabbing some tissue with which to tidy Siegfried up with. I gently ran the tissue over his stomach and then mine, grabbing more to clean up the rest of him, murmering quietly in his ear the whole time. "So beautiful..."

His eyelashes fluttered, and he drew breath sharply when I brushed against sensitive parts of his body, my hands soothing afterwards. I stroked his hair and kissed gently behind his ear, eventually succumbing to sleep when I heard his even breathing.