Manipulating The Boss
Running down the streets, risking a life while passing through the busy traffic, getting yelled at, slipping and falling, Vegeta ran inside the building of his job, quickly getting in the elevator and abusing the button that would take him up to the highest part, the elevator dings open and he runs out only to crash against a hard chest, crying in pain he looks up and meets with the pissed off face of his boss, just what he needed, first Broly now him.
"Mr. Ouji, do you have any idea what time it is?! You're 20 minutes late!"
"I-I know!" He quickly stands and dusts his clothes.
"Give me a good reason why I shouldn't fire you, Vegeta?"
"Well...one because I'm the best journalist you have and two I have a feeling that you like me more than you should."
"Don't. Don't even think of going there, the first one is true, Bulma is right behind you, I treat you differently from the rest because you work better and faster, don't confuse the situation."
"Sorry."
"Why are you late?"
Maybe because he was being naughty with big boy Broly, pissing off the neighbor?
"...diarrhea."
"Dia...never mind."
"What do you have for me, Papa bear?"
The man hands him a folder and turns away from Vegeta, telling him to get as much information as he could, Vegeta chuckles knowing his boss was blushing, he loved the new confidence he had, thanks to a special someone, his eyes quickly read the new assignment, the Glacies, they were the company just below the Son business, specialized in cold things, they had a beautiful ice museum in Paris and London, Mr. Glacie, the father and his sons, as he heard the rumors say, were desperate to unite with the most powerful man in almost...half the world.
Vegeta presses the folder to his chest as he remembers the cold days of December, the sculptures of ice in central park, he never saw the Glacies near, just the workers, talented hands and the faces of people, so amazed at how quick they could make ice into art, he had so many things to ask, a pair of loud high heels echo and he turns around to see his roommate, a blush slowly creeps up his face and kisses his cheeks as he smiles at Bulma, she often caught him daydreaming about a life outside New York, he wanted to travel somewhere else, leave the city, meet new faces and personalities, learn about different cultures and languages, he wanted to fill his life with adventures, but the most special and breathtaking adventure was becoming a new person, transformed, molded by the hands of a God.
"What's up?"
"Geets...are you daydreaming again?"
"Yes."
"Guess what."
"What?"
"I said guess!" She says with a pout.
"You're pregnant?"
"What? No, me and Yamcha are going to Florida, wanna come with us?"
"Too hot, I will suffocate and I will miss the busy streets and the tiring, killing work here."
"You're an idiot! You should come! Our vacations are almost here and you stay in the pits of hell?"
"Bulma."
"Fine, kill yourself with work, I'm buying some bikinis."
"Have fun!" Vegeta smiles and waves goodbye.
A soft knock hits against the door to the Boss's office, once given permission Vegeta steps in and closes the door behind him, he walks to a chair in front of the desk and sits down, waiting for his boss to finish talking on his phone he began to analyze him, comparing and wondering, for being a busy man with a heavy weight over his shoulders, his aura made him interesting, always making sure his workers did things right, checking every small detail, he dressed like some happy-go-lucky kid, jeans ripped at the knees, normal shoes, his shirt, Vegeta found funny since he was the "boss", had a coffee stain on the front, the shirt was white, his hair was messed up, styled awkwardly and unique, bronzed, tall and a noticeably good shape. The man puts the phone down and looks at his small employee with a smile, giving him full attention.
"What can I do for you, Vegeta?"
"Well, I know this will make you annoyed, but I was wondering if you could give me a raise?"
"Vegeta we've talked about this before."
"Oh, come on!"
"Hmm...I don't know."
"Please, Black, pleeeease!"
"I already gave you one! Last month!"
"But I need more money, I have to pay some books for college."
Black sighs, another raise? Was this kid serious? He drums his fingers over the desk and chews on the eraser of his pencil, if the other employees discover that he gives Vegeta a raise in his paychecks, off with his head, but he couldn't say no to his star journalist, he pulls out his wallet, making the young journalist smile.
Everything quickly escalated, a brush of their fingers was all they needed, a small pink tongue, such a simple motion making him squirm every time it touched his earlobe, glossy lips ghost over his, small hands yank his head back by his hair, making him wince at the violent gesture, his hands squeeze the armrests or his chair, Black inhales and exhales deeply, heavily, trying to control himself as Vegeta goes under his shirt, Black did his best to keep quiet since his secretary was just outside, the rumor would get him and Vegeta in trouble and it was much too soon to end.
"No, wait, Vegeta!"
Lips wrap around his sensitive nipple making him jolt and throw his head back, hitting against the wall, his grip on the pencil tightens and his thumb breaks it in half, small hands quickly and shockingly experienced yank his pants open.
When the suction and bitting became more intense and frenetic, Black muffled his roar of desperate, carnal need, as his body convulsed in spasms of raw pleasure and his leaking, burning cock throbbed violently, jamming painfully against Vegeta's abdomen, the bastard stops leaving Black gasping and panting, his heart slamming against his chest and ears, Vegeta takes a step back and takes in the scene, Black's shirt was just above his pecs, his poor cock hard and twitching violently, sweat rolled down his temple as his black eyes glared hungrily at him.
"Thanks for the raise, boss." He waves goodbye and leaves the office with extra money in his pockets and a small chuckle in his throat, everything Mr. Son taught him went according to what he planned.
"...No problem."