Rhys walked to the bathroom, and had time to think over the previous situation that had just happened. The truth was that Rhys was furious that he'd lost his position to Vasquez, and rightly so, but in that moment he saw no other way to get out as quickly as possible. He could have played it cool with Vasquez, and over the months slowly work his way back up to his previous position, but he didn't want that. He couldn't do it again. He'd spent so long schmoozing Henderson, thinking that it would all work out, for what? Nothing. No, less than nothing, to be the garbage-man. He wasn't having it. He weighed it up in his mind, and decided, just one last act. To get Vasquez out of the way, and then him, Vaughn and Yvette would be set up for the rest of their Hyperion days.

He'd offered to blow Vasquez so that he could keep his former position, he thought that if he could get Vasquez so worked up, into such as sexual, desperate frenzy that he'd be able to convince Vasquez to do anything.

Unfortunately his plan went awry. Rhys didn't understand that his own sexual desires, would come in to play. Thinking about it, it was understandable. He'd been stressed at work, and so tired when he'd get to his apartment. He hadn't had a good fuck in months. He'd toyed with the idea of seeing if Vaughn or Yvette would be want to mess about, but realistically he couldn't do that. It'd make it too weird. Then, there was Vasquez. His arrogant equal, whom Rhys despised. He despised everything about him. His smug voice, his stupid hair. His beard, that Rhys had wondered so many time what it'd feel like up against his face. His thick, strong arms that he'd wanted wrapped around his body. His disgusting, idiot face.

Rhys was either far more desperate than he'd initially anticipated, or on some level, was attracted to Vasquez. Rhys was disgusted by the idea, and convinced himself that this depravity was all just his desperation, but through his desperation he had a plan. He pushed open the door to the bathroom, and entered the last stall, in the corner.

Rhys lidded the toilet, and sat down. He pulled out his phone and began to text.

"bro, you need to get to the bathroom in sector f. bring your weird little camera, make sure you have enough space on it."

"what? why? what happened with the promotion?"

"there was a situation, i had to play my emergency back-up card. you're probably gonna want to bring earplugs."

"BRO? WHAT? WHY?"

"trust me, with these photos that you take. there's no way we won't be at the top by the end of lunch. i'll text you when i need you to get in to position."

"what position?"

"so when you get my signal, come in to the bathroom as quietly as possible. go in to the second-from-last stall and use the camera to 'gather evidence' from the stall closest to the corner of the bathroom."

"*sigh* i'll go grab my camera and wait by my desk."

"sick bro! just, please bring ear plugs. i gotta go."

Rhys slid his gilet off and gently folded it, placing it on top of the cistern. He followed with his tie and unbuttoned the top few button of his shirt, and then began to unbuckle his belt, and pushed his pants down. He let his hands drift over his legs, and over the underwear that clung so tightly to his body. He shuddered. His erection had faded, but the evidence of it remained. A large, wet blotch stained the front of his tight underwear. He let his fingers drift again, and it wasn't long until the blood rushed back. He licked his lips, and could still taste the remnants of Vasquez, which hastened the process of his growing erection. He leant back against the cistern, and closed his eyes. He let the memory of Vasquez' hands around his neck fill the front of his mind. He let out a deep sigh.

"I am a sick fuck." He sighed.

He just has to fuck me. Just this, and then it'll be over. This won't ever have to happen again, Rhys thought, his hands instinctively reaching down as he tried to push the thought out of his mind. He let one drift downwards, and start to knead his balls through his boxers. His cybernetic hand, he let drift over his torso. The coldness of the metal made his skin prickle, and another shudder overwhelmed him. He slid down, lifting one of his legs and pushing it up against the tissue dispenser to keep himself held up. His hand slid down further, tracing over his ass. He grabbed one of his cheeks, and began to fondle himself, hard. He heard the door of the bathroom swing open, and as it did he let out a deep, breathy moan.

"Rhys," a whisper from the door, "are you there?"

It was Vasquez. Rhys didn't respond with words, but with another moan. A sly grin over his lips. Rhys took his phone and gave Vaughn the signal.

"Now!"

Vasquez took long strides through the corridors of Hyperion. Beads of sweat began to form at his hairline, his throat became dry, and his cheeks flushed. He gave glances around as he walked, trying to see if there was anyone about, anyone watching. He tried to make them look as nonchalant as possible, though if anyone were watching they would immediately spot this suspicious, shifty man, trying hastily to not run through the corridors.

As Vasquez approached the bathroom his strides became steps, and he slowed down. He took a handkerchief from his suit and mopped the sweat from his brow. He gave another quick glance around the corridor. Panic had taken him. It was one thing to fuck around in his office, where the only person who'd be able to watch the CCTV was himself, but this was out in the open. He was exposed. If anyone were to see, or follow him, there was no doubt that they'd absolutely use it against him. He didn't want to risk his newfound position. He'd just gotten the seat warm, and to be ousted already was a terrifying notion, yet there was Rhys. Rhys who he'd known from their first day, his immediate competition. Rhys who was so competently incompetent. He saw the way Rhys sucked up to Henderson, he saw the way he followed him around and honestly, wasn't surprised that he could take a dick down his throat so well, but the submissive side of him, that was a surprise. It took Hugo off guard, and yet ignited something within him. Maybe it was the power, or maybe it was the image of Rhys, ruined. Maybe it was the fact that after all these years he was actually getting to put his cock in to Rhys, and Rhys loved every second of it. No more watching porn that kind of looked a little like Rhys. If he squinted and sat far enough away from the screen he could imagine that it was actually Rhys performing lewd acts. No, there was no more of that. Vasquez swallowed hard, and pushed open the door of the bathroom with a little too much enthusiasm, a loud creak tore through the silence of the corridor and Vasquez cringed with it. He peaked in, a little more carefully this time.

"Rhys," he waited, "are you there?"

Vasquez heard a breathy moan in response and stepped inside.

Peopled milled around, carrying papers here, there and everywhere in between. Tips and taps from the keyboards, and ticks and tocks from the clocks gave the entire office, a painfully dull hum. Vaughn looked at his screen and poised his fingers, as if ready to type, but he just couldn't muster up the energy to do so. He gave a quick glance round, before slumping further in to his chair, and gave a long sigh. He rolled his head around the cold metal of his desk, and finger at his collar. Then he stopped and looked, his phone gave three quick pulses that rattled over his desk. He saw the screen light up, and Rhys' name flash up.

Rhys? Surely he's still with Henderson, Vaughn thought, his brows furrowed in confusion. He picked up the phone and bought it in to focus.

"bro, you need to get to the bathroom in sector f. bring your weird little camera, make sure you have enough space on it."

Camera, bathroom? What the hell is going on, surely he's still in the meeting with Henderson.

"there was a situation, i had to play my emergency back-up card. you're probably gonna want to bring earplugs."

Situation? What HAS he gotten himself in to now, Vaughn closed his eyes, and gave a quick rub of his temple. He continued to text Rhys, and it seemed that Rhys was being obviously ambiguous.

After finishing up the conversation with Rhys, and still in complete darkness Vaughn decided to go along with the plan anyway.

Rhys usually knows what he's doing,Vaughn told himself, he knows what he's doing and he's pretty good at coming up with plans. Earplugs though? Why? Vaughn's face twisted in confusion.

He got to his apartment within the Hyperion complex, and grabbed what he needed. He took a minute to sit on his bed, giving himself the breather that he desperately needed from running all the way back to his place. He threw his arms behind his head, and fell onto the soft bedding. He took deep breaths, trying to catch it back.

He felt a vibration in his pocket, it was Rhys.

"Now!"

"Are you kidding me, bro?" Vaughn shouted at his phone, "this better be worth it."

He hauled himself up, and made his way to Sector-F.

Vasquez slammed the door of the cubicle open. His incredibly obvious suspicions, were correct. There was Rhys, one foot propped up against the tissue dispenser and the other, dangled. It was suspended by the waist of his pants. His underwear was still on, and Vasquez noticed the bulge that was clearly visible through the tightness of the fabric.

Rhys looked at the watch on his wrist, a sly grin plastered over his face.

"You took your time."

"Are you forgetting our little arrangement? It's Master, remember." Vasquez took a step forward, letting the door swing behind him. He ensured that it was locked.

"Now, as I was saying, you had forgotten something?"

"Sorry..." Rhys lifted his brow, his eyes became much wider and gave him an incredibly innocent look, though the grin on his face took that innocence and twisted it, twisted it in to something lascivious. As Vasquez drank in the sight before him, and an insatiable lust filled him, Rhys noticed something that Vasquez did not, the squeak of the bathroom door.