[Flashback Begins here]

Milan was working at a computer. Math calculations on the screen. Loader formulas. His eyes scanned the screen quickly, fixing errors along the way. His nimble fingers working along the silver colored keyboard. One hand holding up his face and his lips pursed in concentration. His blonde hair pulled into a neat ponytail with a ribbon.

"The boss wants you." Said a man from behind Milan. The blonde saved his progress and turned in his chair to look at the man.

"Why?" He asked.

"I dunno. Just go. I wouldn't question it." He sighed and walked away from the young blonde.

Milan looked irritated but stood anyway. He was almost done with the loader calculations and now he was being interrupted for an unknown reason. Why couldn't he just work peacefully? It was his birthday and he's only wish was to be left alone. But suddenly fear filled him. Handsome Jack wanted him? What for? He hoped he wasn't in trouble. He didn't want to die. It was not in his list of things to today. He was walking with quick pace.

He came to a door, it was pristine and pure. Milan knocked on the door and noted the smoothness of the wood. Jack tells him to enter.

"I hear it's your birthday. How old are you?" Jack spoke softly.

"25, sir." Milan closed the door.

"You can drop the corporate act. Talk to me like a co-worker."

"But...Why sir?"

"Because I said so."

"Am I in trouble?"

"No, no not at all, Kiddo. You see I just had my new head calc specialist killed and you've been working really hard. And you're really cute. So you'll be my head calc specialist. Can you handle that?"

"If you think a secretary like me can handle it then, I can."

"Come here." Jack beckoned. Milan moved to him quickly, fearing what would happen if he was too slow.

"Yes, sir?"

"Jack. My name to you is Jack."

"Alright, Jack. But I'm really confused." Milan blinked, his long lashes fanning over his eyes.

"Listen here, Kitten. How about I discuss this with you over a dinner date. What do you say to that?"

"What do you want me to say to that?" Milan asked.

"Don't do that. Give me whatever answer you want." Jack seemed chill about this. Milan was a tad scared by this Jack, even more scared than when he was angry. Because then you knew that he was going to kill you. When he was quiet you never knew until he snapped your neck.

"I have a lot of work to get done...And I need to get some sleep. I think I'm going to decline. I'm sorry." Milan looked down to the floor.

"Fine by me." Jack smiled and leaned forward. "But I'm not giving up on you. I can sense big potential in you."

"Whatever you say, S-...Jack." Milan blushed with a grin.

"Return to your work. And the promotion still stands and I'll be sending you emails on the details later. Enjoy the rest of your birthday." Jack waved him off. Milan walked out of the room. He let air out of his lungs he didn't know he was holding.

Milan returned to his desk. He looked over the calculations on his screen with tired eyes. He couldn't even focus on the work at hand. An email popped up on his screen.

For Kitten:

Finish those loader calculations. Make sure they're accurate and legible. If you change your mind about dinner just send me a message. Or maybe you wanna get lunch? Keep me informed, Kiddo. Oh also there's a meeting you have to attend at 2 pm sharp. Don't be late, Pumpkin.

From The Desk of

Handsome Jack.

Milan read the email over and over. This was way too real. And way too fast. He was the head of his department now and he was hit on and asked out by Handsome Jack. Handsome Jack, one of the most attractive men Milan had ever met. A man tapped his shoulder, the man from before. He was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Boss said to deliver these to you." He said handing the flowers to Milan. The blonde's face grew intensely red.

"Thank you for bringing them to me." Milan squeaked, taking them from the other man's hand.

"So is this what the meeting with the boss was about? Are you his new fucktoy?" The man had asked.

"Excuse me?" Milan grew angry at the accusation. He stood to face the man.

"I mean after the death of his last toy, I suppose it's time he got a new cockslut." The words stung Milan's heart.

"I am no one's cockslut!" Milan retaliated. His anger caused him to smack the man across the face. "Watch who your agitating! I'm your boss now, so get your facts straight! That's what my meeting with Handsome Jack was about you, formidable twat!" Milan screamed.

"Whoa there, Kiddo." Jack's smooth came from behind Milan. The blonde turned to look at his boss.

"Sorry, sir. He provoked me." Milan defended himself. Jack's gaze went from Milan to the other man.

"Mr. Barnett, did you provoke Mr. Lindo?"

"I did, sir." Barnett responded truthfully.

"What did you say to him?" Jack questioned.

"I don't recall." He was now lying.

"Bullshit." Jack growled. "What did he say to you?" Now he was speaking to Milan.

"He called me a fucktoy and a cockslut." Milan bit his lip nervously.

"Is that so?" Jack raised one of his perfect eyebrows.

"It is." Milan felt like he was tattling and it wasn't a good feeling for him. It made him queasy.

"Boys teach Mr. Barnett a lesson." Jack beckoned in two buff men. They grabbed Barnett by the arms and hauled him away.

"This is your fault, you fucking slut! Go fuck yourself!" Were the words that left his mouth before the men took him away. Milan looked highly offended.

"Don't listen to him. His life is irrelevant." Jack muttered.

"Aren't I too? Irrelevant? I mean wasn't he right? That you're trying to make me your next sextoy? Isn't that your goal right now?" Milan asked timidly. He hoped it wasn't true. "I mean I know I could never truly be loved." Jack's eye twitched with irritation.

"Come with me." Jack roughly gripped Milan's wrist and dragged him to his office. Once in the office he began to yell, "Can you not say things like that?!"

"Why? Isn't it the truth? No one will ever love me! Not my parents, nor my siblings and definitely not you." Milan wanted to burst into tears. He wanted to run far away and never look back.

"What makes you think that?" The CEO's hands were on the pale boys arms, holding him in place.

"No one wanted me as a child. Why would they start now?" Milan let the tears flow from his eyes, sadness filling him.

"Listen, Kitten." He wiped away the salty tears of the younger male. "I haven't dated anyone since...Moxxi." The name was bile in his mouth. "And I figured it was time to stick myself out there again. Being a ruler of an entire planet is tiring. And lonely."

"What about the person that Barnett mentioned? The so called 'fucktoy'?" Milan questioned. Jack let go of the blonde and gestured for Milan to sit in the seat in front of his big wooden desk. Handsome Jack closed and locked his door. He went over to his desk and leaned on it.

"Kiddo. You're young and free. People like you fall in love every day. All I seem to feel is hatred and distaste for life. I was lonely and well, I'm not gonna lie kid, I was horny. It was years since I had last had sex. I was craving it really bad. So the first person to flirt with me I took up as a sex partner. But I grew tired of it. Tired of the sex. Tired of feeling emotionless. I had the guy killed, I didn't want my sex secrets exposed to the company. No one would take me seriously that way. Then the company hired you." Jack explained. His hands pressed against the desk, his fingers clenching against the wood.

"What do I have to do with this?" Milan asked.

"I'm getting to that." Jack sighed. "So you were hired and you were all cute at that Hyperion desk, my posters by your head. I adored, no I still do. I adore the way you lean on your hand and purse your lips when you concentrate. I just imagine pushing you to my desk and having you all to myself. Calling my name as I bring you nothing but pleasure." Jack admitted. "Do you see what I'm getting at, Kitten?" Milan was bright red. His ears felt like they were on fire.

"I suppose I see your point..." He mumbled.

"Kid, I hate mumbling. Speak up." Jack sighed.

"I said. I suppose I see your point." Milan spoke up.

"You're cute." Jack chuckled.

"I am?" Milan questioned.

"Let your hair down." Jack requested. Milan did as he was asked and removed the black ribbon from his hair. The blonde locks fell down his shoulders and part way down his back. "Can I have that?" The CEO asked as he pointed to the ribbon that was now in the palm of Milan's hand.

"Yeah, of course." Milan handed the small black piece of fabric to his boss. Jack ran it over his hand a few time before bringing his gaze back up to Milan. The blonde sat nervously in his chair. Jack set the ribbon carefully on the his desk. The brunette CEO moved toward Milan, walking around so he was behind his subordinate. Milan watched him carefully.

"Look forward. Into space. Don't look at me." Jack demanded of the boy. Milan looked out the space-view window. Doing exactly as he was told. He played with his fingers. He felt fidgety and under pressure. Jack's hands met with Milan's neck gently. Milan shivered at the motion. Jack's hands were freezing. The older man ran his hands through Milan's long blonde hair. Feeling the fibers against the pads of his fingers. Milan closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The handsome overlord was silent but a smirk was plastered on his fake face. Milan exhaled his breath slowly, his mind blank, just embracing the feeling of fingers carding through his hair. Then, as sudden as they had been on him, they were gone. Milan made a sound of disapproval. His eyes opened and he looked back at Handsome Jack. Those hands that were once on his neck snapped his head in attention to the space-view window.

"What?" The blonde asked.

"I said, Look forward and do not look at me." Jack said in a hushed tone. "Stand up." The CEO commanded, now louder. The blonde stood from his hair and stepped forward. Jack took his spot and pulled the blonde by the hips onto his lap. The underling doesn't put up a fight and he does want to. He's curious.

"What do you want me to do, Jack?" The blonde asked, his eyes forward. He can feel the CEO's anatomy against him.

"Whatever you want to do." Jack's voice was low and rough. It sent shivers down the young man's spine. Milan reached back and placed his hand on Jack's neck, gently running his fingers over the flesh. He ground his ass down against the tyrant. Jack made a low moaning noise. Milan turned his head and kissed the other.

The door slammed open and the blonde jumped up from the older man's lap and pressed himself against the desk with fear. The CEO got up enraged that their quality time had been interrupted.

"Sir there is an intruder on the third floor of the building. We need you to be protected. And your, um...guest, needs to leave the office for your protection." The Hyperion worker at the door said. Milan made a move for the door but Jack grabbed him.

"He's not going anywhere." The tyrant growled..

"He needs to leave." The worker pulled at Milan until he was in the doorway. Jack grabbed the worker by the neck and shoved him to the floor. Milan took a step out of the door, getting out of the way of conflict. But the intruder mentioned before came barreling down the hall.

He looked rough, he was blonde. Well-built and good with a weapon. He was shooting Hyperion men left and right to protect himself. A blue haired girl soon followed, her skin glowing with blue light. Someone with a helmet was next to crash down the hall. Milan was scared. All he wanted to do was run. Jack got up from the now dead employee. Milan looked to his almost lover. Jack grabbed Milan's wrist and the large blonde enemy made a shot at the CEO. Jack kissed the blonde and then shoved him into the office and close the door.

"Axton, grab Handsome Jack. Zer0, you get a hold on the blonde Hyperion member." The female's voice rang through the hallway.

"Axton, Maya, retreat. I shall grab the blonde for interrogation." The one called Zer0 responded, opening the door to Jack's office that Milan resided in. The blonde ran over to the desk in attempts to get away from them. The assassin shot the fearful blonde in the shoulder to make him stop moving around. The young Hyperion worker went sprawling onto the ground. Crimson blood leaked from his body and onto the marble floor. The helmeted assassin threw the injured man over his shoulder and ran down the halls. Milan kicked at the assassin. They were not fazed by the struggling.