By the time we came back to work on Monday, I had beaten myself up about it enough over the weekend, and I was committed to acting as though the incident had never happened. Yugi seemed to want to do the same, and that was fine. I never wanted to feel that awful sinking again – the feeling that you have screwed up your life in an instant. Life at work, and things between us, more or less went back to normal. We lost the awkwardness around each other, going back to where we could smile and talk without feeling like fools. Eventually, I even convinced myself that Yugi had already forgotten all about it. I, of course, had not. Yugi was a new feature in my fantasies, no matter how many times I tried to change that. I had never been too into risks before, but the danger of us doing things behind his closed office door incised a new thrill in me. When I relieved myself late at night, I felt Yugi against my lips again and again.

It was pathetic.

"Sennen?" Yugi called, tone urgent. I rose from my desk, hurrying into Yugi's office. He muted his phone and looked up. "Did we ever hear back from that advertisement guy? I need his figures."

"I don't believe so. Let me go check the mail stack again." I rushed out the door and down the hall to the mail room, but there was nothing in Yugi's slot. I went back to his office to relay the news.

"No, I'm telling you," he was saying into the phone, curt, "we cannot sign any kind of settlement until we get a confirmation on those numbers." He looked up at me hopefully, but I shook my head. He mouthed a couple vulgar things that he could not say out loud on the phone. I busied myself with rifling through the file drawer, hoping I could find some useful information. "No, you're not listening to me - we can't...no...uh, yes...well, that might be possible. Would they agree to it?" Then his eyes widened. "What? NOW? You can't be serious." There was a pause, and Yugi stood up so fast, his chair clattered over. "Kaiba, tell me you did not." My fingers faltered, and I looked over at Yugi. I hadn't known he was on the phone with our big mutual friend. And apparently, Kaiba was not having a good day.

"You son of a bitch." Yugi said, but he was grinning. "I can't believe you got them to change their minds. I can't even begin to tell you how much I hate you right now." I stopped digging through the files and waited, in case he needed anything. I found my eyes drifting to the knocked over chair, memories burning in my mind. I realized he was signaling to me, and I straightened. "Okay, okay. I can do it. We'll be ready by then. Our conference room is fine. Yes. Okay, Thanks." He hung up after that, ripping his hands through his hair.

"What happened?"

"Kaiba got them to change their settlement, so the figures aren't needed anymore." He shook his head, looking amused and annoyed all at once. "However, unfortunately, he told them I was able to meet with them downstairs in fifteen minutes. They're already on their way." He clicked his tongue, picking up his chair. "The freaking nerve."

"Fifteen minutes?" I asked, taken aback. Surely Kaiba had more wits about him than that.

"I know." Yugi replied, slumping into his chair and placing his head on the surface of his desk. "But, boy - do I hate this client. I can't wait to close the deal." He peeked up at me. "How angry would Kaiba be if I just dropped them?"

"Pretty fucking enraged." I said, already imagining his wrath. "Will you be ready in time?"

"I should be, if I have all my papers."

I grabbed the file out of the drawer and set it on his desk, saying, "This should have everything you need. Do try to keep it organized, Mutou." I added with a patronizing grin. Yugi rolled his eyes at me and sat up as he pulled the file closer. I noticed that he looked pale.

I gripped my fists. Something in my brain told me that it was now or never, and I couldn't help myself; If this is what he needed… I couldn't let him go into a meeting stressed out like this. Not one that Kaiba was so directly influenced in. Not looking at Yugi, I stepped around the desk and took the arm of his chair, swiveling it around so he was facing me. He blinked, surprised.

"Sennen, what..." He stopped when he saw how I was sinking down to my knees, getting it. "Oh, god. Are you nuts?" He hissed. I reached over and tugged on the zipper of his pants instead of replying, feeling my breath catching in my lungs. "Hey, we can't..."

Some part of my brain dimly registered that he was not telling me to stop. He was not saying no. Pants undone, I leaned forward, nibbling him through his boxers. He squirmed, gasped, and I pulled out his dick. His hips shied away, but again, I realized that he was not stopping me. Holding down his wrists against the arms of the chair, I gave him a long, firm lick - wanting to find a spot that would obliterate any resistance he might have given.

"Wait...this isn't -" He cut off with a tiny noise as my tongue found the very tip of his length. He shuddered deeply, his arms relaxing. I released one of his arms and grasped his erection, burrowing it into my mouth as I had been dreaming to for weeks. The moment I felt the silky heat of him in my mouth, I lost rational thought. I felt him tremble against my tongue as I teased it along his erection, coming back up for air.

"Just relax." I advised him while my head was lifted. Before he could reply, I dipped my head back down on him. I moved, knowing exactly what the sensations he was having felt like, and also knowing no one could pull away from something that was so good. Whatever Yugi had been planning to say got lost in a choked sigh as he nearly wriggled off the chair. I chanced a look up at him, admiring the way his chest rose and fell with anxious, excited breaths. His eyes open, but looking up to the ceiling.

I slowed, giving him gentle, luxurious licks as I came up for more air. His eyes finally slid shut, giving into the pleasure I was giving him. I closed my eyes as well, exulting in my abilities, my own arousal throbbing against the constraints of my pants as I took him deeper into my mouth. I swirled my tongue lightly around the tip every time I bobbed up. I didn't know whether he had stopped backing away simply out of arousal, or if he thought it was pointless to stop me. Maybe he was just desperate to get off before his meeting - honestly, at that point, I did not care.

I finally slid down on him all the way, and he let out a low hiss of air between his teeth as I deep throated him. I used my tongue to explore every inch of his length, and I must have found plenty of sensitive spots, because his breathing was growing even more erratic, mouth opening wide in a silent moan. I knew that I could have been down on him forever, if he ever allowed it, but I also knew I had a time limit. I dragged my tongue against him harder, speeding up my actions. A small, soft moan escaped my own throat, and the vibrations must have pushed Yugi over the edge. His hips lifted off the chair, pushing his erection further into my mouth, and he jerked as his cum exploded into my throat. I swallowed it, sucking his dick off clean. He relaxed, breathing labored.

When I was sure he was done, I pulled off of him, fixing his pants before I sat back on my legs, licking my lips clean from any stray spillage. I was shocked that I had been able to give him oral again. I could feel my own body shaking, knowing that if I even so much as brushed the bulge in my pants, I would probably come, too. I waited for a long moment, letting my own heartbeat slow before I finally got to my feet. When I was standing, my eyes finally found his face, and I wasn't too surprised to see that he was watching me.

"Should I call downstairs and tell them to make sure the conference room is free?" I asked, my voice slightly hoarse. "Or...never mind. I'll just leave you to it, then." I turned on my heel and started to leave.

"Sennen." I heard him call out, quiet, and I stopped, hand inches from the door knob. I heard no anger in his voice, so I waited. "You...why did...?"

I finally turned and met his eyes with extreme effort.
"I thought you needed it..." I swallowed, uncertain. "I thought it would help you the most."

Yugi stared at me with an odd expression and, unable to bear the silence, I left his office. I sat down at my desk and bent over my work, resting my head in one hand to shade my face. A few minutes later, Yugi walked past without a word, on his way to the conference room.

Later on that same day, to my surprise, Yugi pulled a chair over to my desk and sat down in front of me, talking about the meeting as though I hadn't just shoved his dick into my mouth. He seemed determined to continue pretending that I hadn't, as well - though his previous question had left me wondering how he really felt about our...indiscretions. I knew that he had enjoyed it, but now I wondered if he had protested because he had really not wanted me to do it, or if he thought I felt obligated to pleasure him.

I hoped I was wrong about the former, and I longed to prove him wrong on the latter.