Author's Note:
50! I can't believe it. And there was me, two and a half years younger me in fact thinking, 'Mhm, a little fanfic. Just a few chapters, 20 tops…'
And here we are now at 50 and there are still things to be said and done. (But if some of you are curious, yes there is a definite ending I've written partially already so I'll never forget where I am going with this story and how it will all end eventually…)
Wow.
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And a special thanks to my faithful readers who will always lighten my mood with their comments: AllroundYaoiFangirl(archiveofourown), ALERA1(archiveofourown) and DarkBia(fanfiction)
You are awesome!

A little confession: though I do follow a very strict schedule concerning what should happen in each chapter, this one was slipped in.
AllroundYaoiFangirl wrote something like you're not going to write the blowjob, are you?
And I thought like, hell yeah, I will!

So here it is.


Chapter Summary: Picking up where we left off last time…


There's one thing for sure: no one ever thinks about proper air conditioning when planning a storage room.
That was what Amelda's rational part of his brain thought.
At least the tiny little bit that had resisted libido's reign of terror and was now having the mental equivalent of a cold shower.

The air was hot and muggy and Amelda was pushing his sweaty bangs out of his face as he ran his tongue up and down Kaiba's...
Oh God, turn the mental cold water stream on harder.

There had been dreams, well a guy couldn't control what he was dreaming about, right?
But Amelda had never thought about sex with Kaiba.
He had fantasised though…

Which didn't count.
True, on these rare occasions Amelda had taken matters into his own hands, and to his shame he had done it quite literally; there was always this state of mind, balancing on the verge of tastelessness and ridiculously oversexed thoughts suitable for a 13 year old.
But yes, under these circumstances Kaiba might have slipped into his thoughts and almost instantly became entangled in an unhealthy amount of arms and legs. Or tentacles if he had been in one of his funny moods.
And like always for just that brief moment it was the hottest thing to imagine.
And like always Amelda would be ashamed of himself afterwards.
But his pride would never admit his secret passion.
Though it was someone else's pride he was currently busying himself with…

Amelda let Kaiba's cock flop out of his mouth accompanied by an obscene wet sound as he wiped the dribbling mix of spit and pre-cum from his lips with the back of his hand.
While his left hand continued where his mouth had just left off, Amelda reached for his own twitching cock hidden underneath the pleated skirt involuntarily.
Just running his tongue tantalisingly slow over the tip, Kaiba was bucking his hips impatiently, yet his firm grip, his hands buried in Amelda's hair, softened into an amicable stroke as Amelda had warned him with a playful bite.
Amelda looked up into the orbs burning with blue fire as he let Kaiba's length slide past his lips into the warm wetness.
Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen.
Perhaps it was his rampaging libido.
Perhaps he had finally snapped.
But the look on Kaiba's face, this longing, horny hungry stare was driving him insane.
Amelda was panting as he rubbed himself, protected from Kaiba's view by the skirt.
Not that Kaiba was taking any notice with his cock disappearing between those gorgeous red lips.
Not that Amelda had given a damn about it.
Right now there was this veiny, slick thing twitching against his soft palate and it was turning him on in an unnatural fashion.
Kaiba was moving so desperately against him and again Amelda interrupted the steady rhythm, thereby drawing a dissatisfied groan from those pouting lips.
Though he licked and sucked his way down to his testicles, Amelda was pleased by the audible approval he received.
The muffled curses and swearwords had been replaced by moans and guttural growls quite a while ago and both Kaiba and Amelda had dropped to a level of communication their primitive ancestors had used.
The one before they had invented any form of language.
But it was fitting their single-mindedness and genuine thirst for pleasure and release as they growled and howled at each other like animals.
Kaiba had grabbed Amelda's head and forced him to pick up the pace, punishing any contrary efforts by thrusting deeper into the velvety wetness.
Amelda was unable to hold back any longer, yet his moans were muted by Kaiba's cock blocking his throat.
A few quick shallow almost audible thrusts followed, supplemented by some more animalistic grunts and moans, yet Amelda was still a bit dizzy from the lack of oxygen and barely felt the drops of hot cum dripping from his mouth.
Then both of them sank back against opposite walls and waited there, panting, for their brains to catch up with the rest of their bodies…


They hadn't exchange a word about this matter.
Though a memo had been left by Kaiba on a sticky note, expressing his gratitude for his service and criticising the persistence of Amelda's lipstick.

Still fuzzy-brained and orgasm delighted Amelda chuckled and hid the note before his secretary could catch a glimpse of it.
Yes, as Kaiba's personal assistant he had been granted a secretary.
One that would organise his diary while he would organise Kaiba's diary.
And a cute one too.
Amelda chuckled again and checked his schedule for tomorrow.
Meetings, lunch with…
Amelda skimmed through the diary.
An appointment had been added.
8 pm and a hotel room for a meeting with…
No, this couldn't be true.

And yet his secretary confirmed it.
Of course she had checked with Kaiba beforehand, but since Miss Sotha seemed to be on cordial terms with her former employer there was nothing wrong with an informal meeting.
And so she had arranged for them to meet up late at night.
With the CEO of Aspire Technology.
Richard Ortman.
Dartz.