"You aggravate Ore-sama. Details, Oshitari, and now."
Atobe Keigo sneered across his expansive desk at the bespectacled man sitting on the other side. How dare he. How dare Oshitari Yuushi walk in here like he owned the place and drop news that Rikkai was making yet another advance. How dare he. Of course, he knew how Oshitari dared; the Devil's Advocate could do anything he wanted with anyone he wanted. He was the undeniable genius of Hyotei, one whose brainpower was surpassed only by his insanely sexy brand of charisma. Not even the Diva was immune to it.
Oshitari knew this, of course.
"Honestly, Keigo," he purred, turning up the sultry quality of his voice to eleven. "You're entirely too demanding. Suffice it to say that I've heard rumors that Rikkai has Yamabuki under their wing. Having Lucky and the Monster at their beck and call makes for a very dangerous situation." He clucked his tongue, midnight eyes sardonically amused behind meaningless lenses. "That's what you get for not listening to me."
"Ore-sama has half a mind to..." Atobe's growled threat trailed off as his brain registered the fact that Oshitari had gotten up out of his chair and was now leaning across the desk, dark eyes boring into his own from mere inches away. He blinked, wondering idly how the other man had gotten up without his realizing it.
"Ore-sama can save that half a mind for a later date." With about that much warning, Oshitari leaned forward, capturing Atobe's lips in a searing, demanding kiss. It wasn't loving; rather, it was very to the point and almost exclusively lustful in nature. The Diva melted into the gesture, one hand rising to bury long manicured fingers in thick waves of blueblack hair. Without breaking the kiss, Oshitari slid around to Atobe's side of the desk, gathering him close.
Atobe was never really cognizant of exactly how they got into these situations. All he knew was that no matter how ticked off he was at his tactical specialist, it all went out the window the moment those talented hands got themselves on him. He shrugged out of his jacket as fingers undid his tie and the buttons of his dress shirt, exploring pale flesh as the fabric parted. He was hyperaware of the lips now traveling down his jawline, the hands swiftly and deftly undoing his belt buckle and trouser fasteners. When those same fingers slid beneath the fabric to brush over his rapidly-growing arousal, he had to bite off a strangled cry. He almost whined when the lips vanished from his throat...and outright groaned when he felt them envelop his erection.
Oshitari always loved watching Atobe from this angle. Head flung back, cerulean eyes half-open, lips parted, skin flushed...he was beautiful. He was beyond beautiful. Everything about him made the Devil want to take him right here, right now. He ran his tongue over the sensitive organ in his hand, his free hand reaching into the top drawer of the desk for the tube he always left there. He reveled in the sounds of the Diva writhing in pleasure as he slicked his fingers up, pressing one, then two, into the beauty's opening.
Atobe screamed as his body was invaded. It was a good thing, perhaps, that the executive wing was deserted at this time of day. He shuddered as a third finger joined the first two, stretching and preparing as Oshitari's lips and tongue tortured him. Abruptly, his whole body jerked as the probing fingers pushed firmly into the spot guaranteed to drive him insane. "Goddamnitall, Yuushi," he gasped, gaze flashing down. "Quit messing around and fuck me. Now."
"I live to serve." Oshitari bestowed one last lick on the other's arousal, undoing his own pants and pulling his fingers free. Atobe whimpered at being suddenly empty, even as a firm hand bent him over the desk, forcing him facefirst onto the smooth oak. Not a moment later another scream erupted as the Devil thrust into him, setting up a rhythm designed to fuck him right into his own desk without so much as a by-your-leave. Not that he minded. He was too busy groaning and moaning and generally enjoying himself, right up until the fingers that had been steadily working his arousal drew an earthshattering climax out of him.
After Oshitari reached his own release, he half-fell back into the desk chair, pulling Atobe with him. The Diva permitted himself a moment of unabashed cuddling, laying aside the pressures of leading the Hyotei Corporation and the yakuza faction that lived behind it. He wasn't aware of the fact that his dark-haired lover was looking off into nothing, his mind traveling back years, back to another who looked similar but was ever so different from the self-absorbed Diva.
I wonder...what are you doing tonight?
