Office Follies

Warnings: anal, oral, lemon
Pairings: KourixNida
Beta: none
Notes: God, I’m horrible. I just know all of you think this story is dead, right? Well, it’s nit, it’s just kind of… limping. When I took this challenge I had no idea it would prove to be this bloody difficult. However, the day I don’t finish a posted story I kill myself, so, it’s a promise. I always finish my posted stories, no matter how long it takes…

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11

The next day Squall was impatient and irritably. The rough night with Kouri was still in his body but it had done little to slake his thirst or smooth his anger. He was going to play dirty this day. He had the perfect plan. This lunch he wasn’t going to satisfy himself with stolen touches or insinuating glances. He’d drive the secretary as far as he could without actually having flat out sex. That way, he knew it for a fact, Seifer couldn’t say no.

So he was anxious and impatient for the lunch break to come around. He managed to immerse himself in his work but not as completely as the first days back. There hadn’t been any progress yet on figuring out exactly what had happened to land them in this situation. Squall didn’t really expect anything vital until three-four days from now. That didn’t mean he didn’t lash the whip on his people to get a move on.

To make matters worse it was a slow day. All he had was paperwork, no planed meetings or phone conferences. Odd thing was there were no forwarded phone calls either. He guessed Seifer had a slow day too.

Close to lunch he started pacing the windows. Seifer was late. Not very late only a few minutes; but it aggravated the irritated brunet. When another fifteen minutes had passed he started to suspect the secretary did it on purpose. However, just before he was to call the blond, his door was knocked before it was opened. He drew for breath to scold the man, but quickly held it instead.

A petit brunette stepped inside. She had a round face, a nice, proper make-up and he recognized her somewhat. Brown eyes looked apologetically at him.

“Sorry to bother you sir, but I would like to go on lunch and was wondering if there’s anything I can get you first,” she asked lowly.

Squall just stared at her. Who was his woman?

“Where’s Seifer?” he asked sharply and could have smacked himself for the sharp tone and familiar use of the man’s name.

The woman blinked at him in surprise.

“He called in sick this morning, sir. Didn’t he tell you? He said he would,” she explained and was quick to deflect any wrong from herself.

Squall frowned in irritation. Of all bloody coincidences.

“Really?”

She nodded as if the question hadn’t been sarcastic.

“So what’s your name?” he growled not that he would remember it.

“Mss Cully, sir… I usually sit in the lobby,” she explained and now he knew why he recognized her.

He gave a nod.

“Go take your lunch then, I have no need of you for an hour,” he dismissed her with a gesture.

“See you later then, sir,” she made a slight bow and silently exited the office.

Squall was fuming. Of all bad timings in the world. If he didn’t’ know better he almost thought Kouri had something to do with it, since the man seemed to be on the good side with the god of bad timings.

*****

Kouri Kohoshi sneezed loudly. Either he was getting sick, the office wasn’t cleaned properly or someone was talking about him. He stacked is papers and glanced at his wrist watch. Squall would probably be eating by now. Would he dare to swing by the office and see if he could get lucky? The sting from his back told him not to. That had been one hell of an irate kitten last night.

Scratches and bites were well worth the ecstasy of taking such a lion to bed every now and then. Of course, Squall was at his best when he gave in and let Kouri be in charge. That didn’t happen very often and Kouri had to admit it was hard to truly dominate the man; it always ended up on Squall’s terms anyway. In reality, they would never work as a proper couple. Kouri had to admit he would tire of that obstinate spirit eventually.

His office door was knocked and he called for the other to enter. His secretary would already be on lunch by now. Nida stepped inside and smiled widely as he swung a bag of take-out food on his pointing finger and balanced a small tray in his other hand. Kouri looked the slender man up and down and he PA closed the door silently. Now Nida was someone he thought he could live with. He did not have the same breathtaking beauty like Squall. Nida was pretty in a feminine way. Everything about him was slender. His wrists, his legs, his face. Kouri thought the man would make a gorgeous transvestite. He had yet to suggest they try it on the man.

“They were out of shrimp stew so I chose a mushroom variant instead. They said it’s pretty good,” Nida explained while he walked up to the desk.

Kuori leaned back, hands behind his head as he stretched his back and shamelessly stared at the man. With practiced ease Nida gathered the papers in organized heaps to make room for the food.

“Seifer apparently called in sick today, so Mr Leonhart has to make do with some lobby girl instead,” the man continued his gossip as he stepped up close to Kouri’s seat in order to reach properly.

“Seifer? You two on a first name basis already?” Kouri inquired.

“Nah, you know, between us small people we can be informal,” he explained as he opened a hot bowl.

Kouri snaked his arm around the lean waist of the man and dragged him down in his lap. As expected Nida gasped and squirmed once in place. He easily flipped the suit jacket aside and found a nipple under the shirt. As he twisted it he cupped the man’s groin. Nida gasped again and grabbed his hand. Kouri bit a delicate ear and twisted the nipple a bit harder.

“Sir, please, the door,” he younger man gasped as he continued to squirm.

Kohoshi glanced at the partly open door. It was true sound carried well but the risk of a passer by seeing anything was quite small. He kneaded the slowly hardening flesh between the man’s legs and moved his lips to ghost around the ear he had bitten.

“Turns you on, doesn’t it?” he said huskily.

Nida didn’t answer, just shifted color to an arousing red. He kept squirming and tugging at Kouri’s hand kneading him. The business man tucked the man’s shirt open so he could reach the naked nipple. Nida made a noise in protest and squirmed even more. His slender hands tugged at both Kouri’s.

“Sir…” he whimpered as the member twitched under Kouri’s hand and grew quite hard.

So easy to manipulate. The little nipple under his fingers was hard now. It peaked pointedly and he mercilessly twisted and rubbed it to make it even harder and larger. His own length was hard in his pants and the younger man ought to feel it since he was basically sitting on it. At first he hadn’t been completely sure how far he wanted to take things. A blowjob wouldn’t have been too farfetched, but the lust to bend the slender man over grew steadily. Hyne, he would give a lot to see Squall top this little minx.

Kouri groaned and started tugging at Nida’s pants. However, the PA made a noise and desperately squirmed and grabbed at Kouri’s hands in protests. He went as far as using his nails.

“Be still,” Kouri growled and Nida froze solid at the spot.

Arousal shot through the older man. He couldn’t quite do that to Squall. The sly man would obey him with that cat like glint in his eyes that told Kouri who was really running the show. Nida however, froze all over and was slightly trembling in his arms. The man’s length had doubled in size by now. He was a true sub. Kouri slowly opened the assistant’s pants and slowly freed the hard manhood. Nida whimpered and bit his bottom lip as Kouri fisted it and rubbed his thumb over the head.

“Please let me close the door,” Nida pleaded huskily.

Kouri hummed while he nibbled at an ear. He wasn’t so much of a kink that he felt safe with this in the middle of the day. Not with the door wide open at least. So he slowly released the flushed man who corrected his clothes somewhat before getting the door. Kouri eased his own clothes and wondered what the lion was doing at that time. He had a hard time imagining that shy secretary of his accepting any middle in the day play.

As Nida had closed the door he slowly returned, eyes flickering every which way and cheeks flushed red. You’d think he’d lose some of his modesty after one and a half year in Kouri’s employment. He had employed the man for a reason more than getting his laundry picked up. The business man turned his chair and spread his legs, pants already open. Dark brown eyes were drawn to his crotch and Nida briefly met his eyes. Kouri simply smirked ad tilted his head while waiting.

Gracefully the slender man kneeled and fisted the swollen length. Kouri’s eyes narrowed in pleasure as the wet mouth enveloped him. Nida was skilled in a completely different way than Squall. He coaxed and encouraged and carefully did what Kouri liked most. Best of all, there was no risk of being bitten or driven insane in repercussion for something he said or did. Sometimes, such things were taxing on a man. He fisted the younger man’s hair and slowly pressed him down. Nida gagged briefly before relaxing and swallowing him whole. Slowly he made the brunet bob on his shaft.

“You’d like to treat the CEO to this, wouldn’t you?” he said huskily as he pressed the mouth down fully again.

Nida’s eyebrows furrowed and he gagged again. Kouri didn’t’ let him up at first. Not until he felt the throat start contracting around him and Nida started pushing at him. Then he withdrew the man fully and tilted his head back. They couldn’t drag this out so the assistant rose at a slight suggestion and Kouri easily slipped the pants down lean hips. The brunet was still as hard, red and leaking and twitching. He fisted it roughly and used his finger to play with the head. The man gasped and moaned, slender hands grabbing Kouri’s shoulders for support.

“You’re a real slut, aren’t you?” he smirked while he cruelly tormented the leaking slit and bulb.

“Yes, sir, please give it to me,” Nida gasped ad writhed, knees almost buckling.

In one move Kouri rose and fisted brown hair to press the man over the desk, a safe distance from the food. Nida groaned and arched his back, legs slightly spread. The businessman easily pressed two fingers into the twitching entrance and found it already lubricated. He chuckled as he changed to three fingers and pressed them as deep as possible.

“Ready at all times, aren’t you boy?” he murmured and rocked his fingers.

Nida moaned and fisted his hands.

“Yes sir,” he answered huskily.

Only by long practice could Kouri somewhat ignore his own need to tease the younger man further. He twisted his fingers and found that elusive spot. Nida jumped and moaned loudly. He quickly bit down in his bottom lip to stifle the loud moans. Still his body twitched and writhed as Kouri rubbed that place. It was intoxicating to play with another body like this. To make it twitch and squirm and whimper. However, there was no time so he withdrew is fingers and Nida slowly gathered his breath.

“Did you go home with Mr Leonhart yesterday?” he asked lowly.

Kouri groaned as he sunk himself into the firm hole. Nida gasped and he could feel he man fight not to clench up or shy away from his girth. Kouri smirked. Nida still hadn’t learned completely to relax at their more adventurous games.

“No, we went to my place. Jealous?” he answered huskily while burying himself completely. He made a last push and Nida gasped and moaned, body twitching away from him anyway.

No,” Nida lied while he rested his head on his arms and slowly relaxed around the girth deep inside of him.

Kouri withdrew and pushed back in groaning at the still firm reluctance of the passage.

“Can’t fool me, you want him to fuck you, don’t you?” Kohoshi countered while he started a lazy pace of thrusts.

The assistant moaned and a hand slipped from under his head to sneak down between his own legs.

“I’d… like to watch…” Nida admitted so lowly Kouri barely heard him.

He chuckled and leaned down to bite at a hidden bruise between the man’s shoulder blades. The brunet gasped and his tunnel momentarily clamped down harshly around Kuori.

“Bet you would, but really you want to bend over for him,” he added as he upped his pace.

Lust was taking over. The idea of seeing Nida and Squall together wouldn’t leave him. The assistant groaned loudly and his hole twitched around the thrusting length.

“Yes…” Nida moaned and his hand was furious around his own manhood.

Kouri groaned and gave in to the lust and let go of his restrictions. Nida muffled himself with his shirt again but there were other noises. The slick noise of hard cock working the inviting hole, of the desk faintly complaining. Suddenly Nida tensed up and the hole clamped down around Kouri. With barely a muffled cry the brunet came, tremors shaking his body. White flashed in Kouri’s head and he was mindfull enough to hold his breath while he came, filling the lovely hole.

Once they were finished they panted and gasped for a sort while. There was no lingering in the office during working hours at least. Kouri easily corrected his clothes, only needing to zip up and tidy his shirt and slipknot. Nida, still a bit shaky, had a bit more to fix up and the older man watched with pleasure.

The food was cod by now but that didn’t realy mater. Food was just a necessary means to keep up your strength after all. Nida finished correcting his clothes and threw away the piece of tissue he had used for precaution. He then stepped up close and personal and Kouri easily saw there was something dirty on his mind. Nida wasn’t very skillful in hiding his thoughts. Slender hands smoothed already perfect hair but Kouri let him do it.

“I wouldn’t… mind service the both of you… sometime…” the brunet said huskily, and a little embarrassed.

Kouri smirked hungrily. One down. Now there was only the matter of enticing Squall to the idea. Threesomes weren’t something new for the man, but he was bloody picky.

*****

Squall prided himself on his independence. He prided himself over his capability as a CEO. Of his capability as a lover, of his ability to read people and his skill to manipulate. The realization that Seifer was truly a Hynes sent gift grated on every nerve ending he had. He glared at the coffee that was too strong. He glared at the tray with far too many select choices of cookies. His intercom started blinking and he rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” he growled as he hit the button.

“Sorry to disturb you sir, but Mr Westerman’s assistant has papers for you to sign, should I send him in?” she asked and Squall pinched the bridge between his eyes.

“Yes,” he growled and cut the connection.

He was going to flog that blond when he dared to come back. From now on he’d forbid sick days. The assistant entered with a stack of papers. He man stood rigidly at attention while Squall hastily eyed the papers before signing them. This was the third damn day that miscreant was away from work. Squall sent away the assistant with the signed papers and then continued glaring at his coffee.

Seriously, how could one man mean so much? He had managed before this handsome tempter entered the office. Then again, he hadn’t ploughed through secretary after secretary because he liked new faces. With a weary sigh the brunet took another sip of the coffee/silver cleaner. He had to admit it, however relucantly, that the blond was exceptionally good at his work. He’d probably do very well as personal manager or even a director over a smaller department. Squall was too selfish to ever suggest such a thing however.

The rest of the day seemed to drag itself forward at a snail’s pace. He kept glancing at his watch and kept getting distracted. By the time the normal quitting hours rolled passed, he contemplated to leave. The intercom blinked again and Squall glowered at it and gritted his teeth. He punched he button.

“What?” he growled and could imagine the poor woman flinching out there.

“M-Mr Kohoshi wishes to see you, sir,” she stammered.

“Then send him in already,” Squall sighed.

The door opened as he cut the line and Kouri stepped inside with that irritating smirk in his face. He closed the door and walked up to the desk with a certain step in his stride. It was subtle and something the man most likely wasn’t aware of. Squall liked to think of it as Kouri’s “stallion show”. All that was missing was him being naked and flexing his abs. Squall narrowed his eyes and the smirk turned lewd.

“How’d you manage to scare away that stud of yours,” he grinned with ill hidden amusement.

Squall gritted his teeth. He hadn’t scared off anything, the man was sick.

“Almasy’s sick,” he growled,” What do you want?”

“Hit a sore spot did I?” Kouri leered and stepped around the desk and soon towered over Squall.

He brunet gave the man a warning glare as his chair was swiveled around so Kouri could crowd him in it by putting large hands on each arm rest.

“I want to see you naked in my bed. Preferably with those leather cuffs and choker and I want to use my latest toy,” the man purred, close enough that their breath mingled.

Squall just pressed his lips together and crossed his legs, fingers twining and resting in his lap. His posture of course didn’t dissuade the other who looked him square in the eyes.

“And nipple screws; those little things I can put bells on, he continued and his dark eyes were intense with lust.

Squall would lie if he said he wasn’t aroused. He knew exactly what leather cuffs and nipple toys the man was talking about. This new toy could prove interesting. Still, what he most wanted to play with wasn’t available and he didn’t think Seifer would be up for Squall’s more rough games for a while. Kouri suddenly leaned in and stole a kiss. Stole was the proper word because it was aggressive and deep and then the man was leaning back again. Squall gave the man a disdainful look but Kouri just leered.

“Can I tie you up this time? You was such a slut last time,” Kouri said with a taunting tone.

Squall crossed his arms, irritation flaring up. The sight only made the older man grin wickedly. Last time Squall had allowed he imbecile to tie him up he had very nearly not gotten lose again. Such behavior didn’t invite trust, not that the session hadn’t been mind blowingly ecstatic. Slowly those big hands shifted to stroke his arms down to his thighs where they rested. Squall reluctantly separated his legs when weight and strength was applied. The irritation was quickly fading but he didn’t need Kouri to know that, so he kept his disdainful front up. Squall gracefully tilted his head back and let soft lips trail is throat up to his jaw and further to is ear.

“What’s this toy you’ve gotten?” he asked calmly, his voice already huskier.

Kouri leaned back and met his eyes and that was never a good thing. Meant the man had some devious plan that he knew Squall would be reluctant to participate in.

“It’s a live toy and he gives really good head,” the man smirked and Squall arched his eyebrow.

Sounded intriguing. They hadn’t had a threesome in years. He tilted his head to hear the rest of the deal.

“Nida, my assistant that you’ve meet countless of times,” Kohoshi roughly explained and Squall rolled his eyes.

“No,” was his short answer. He didn’t like the man.

“Aw, come on, Nida is great in bed,” the man said with a weak whine in his tone.

Squall sighed and irritably pushed the man away. He rose and stretched weary muscles. The heat in his body didn’t want to falter and still the thought of that particular threesome didn’t entice him. He knew his mood was the fault of the annoying blond who never did what Squall expected him too. Of course getting sick wasn’t really something a person could plan. He wasn’t allowed to escape Kouri who lightly gabbed his arm and dragged him up close.

“What do you have against my quite pretty assistant anyway?” he murmured as he pressed them together hard with a hand on Squall’s buttocks, just to make it obvious how very eager he was.

Any other time he wouldn’t have minded so much. He preferred to get it instead of giving it so to say. Someone like Nida would never in a million years top him so that jus left him in that position, which wasn’t what he wanted right now. Hyne damn stupid secretary to go and get himself sick!

“He’s a wimp, I got no patience for it,” Squall concluded and squirmed in the grip but wasn’t let go. Instead he was pressed harder against the man to get more friction against that sensitive place.

Kouri made an amused chuckle.

“You’re such a slut for getting it I sometimes wonder if you’re not actually a woman,” the man grinned evilly. Squall gritted his teeth and only a knocking at the door stopped him from doing something harmful to the man.

They separated quickly, Squall picking up a folder that should go back in the bookshelf and Kouri surreptitiously picked up a random paper from the desk.

“Yes?” the CEO called and the brunette secretary stepped inside.

“I’m about to leave, sir, is there something else you need?” she asked while her gaze wouldn’t quite stay on him.

“No,” he sighed and she excused herself and closed the door again.

When the blond got back Squall would have to give him a raise or a bonus. He hadn’t completely understood how vital Almasy really was to him. The brunet put away the folder and turned to the frisky man who had his hands in his pockets and had taken a light seat at the edge of the desk.

“So, will you come to my place?” he asked but with a tone that suggested a demand.

Squall started setting his desk right while he contemplated the idea. He still didn’t find it very enticing and sighed while he stacked the last papers. Had it just been the two of them, then fine.

“That would require I met this toy of yours?” Squall asked slowly.

Kouri made a smirk in answer. He brunet sighed.

“Then no, not in the mood for it,” he dismissed it.

Kouri sighed heavily as if he was truly devastated and straightened from the desk.
The brunet turned to his coat and briefcase. He wasn’t surprised as his hair was fisted and used to drag him back. However, he was a bit miffed about being slammed down across he desk hard enough to make him gasp in lost breath. Heavy hips rubbed hard against him and the hand in his hair didn’t let go.

“Kouri,” he hissed in warning as the free hand on the man started tugging on his belt.

“Don’t worry, I got enough energy to at least scratch that insatiable lust of yours. I know you really want some hard cock pounding you,” Kohoshi leered as his hand traveled up under Squall’s shirt to pinch a nipple.

Squall easily gripped the offending hand and put is nails in it in warning. It did make the man pause.

“I don’t feel in the mood for office fucking either,” he stated coldly.

For a while he was held down and his heart picked up its pace in anticipation of the man’s decision. Finally Kouri decided to let him up, still holding his hair. The man was still quirking his lips in that arrogant way that far too often grated on Squall’s nerves. He was kissed deeply while an experienced hand cupped him. Squall gave a hiss and gripped the stroking hand. It didn’t stop the ministration and it easily made the sensitive flesh swell. Far too often Squall’s body eagerly perked up ay the hint of pleasure while his mood wasn’t anywhere near it.

“Kouri,” he growled in reprimand.

“Then just suck me off, you’re the one who got me horny,” the man murmured and fiddled with his own pants while tugging in Squall’s hair to get him down.

Anger rushed up and the brunet viciously clawed the hand in his hair and stomped down hard on fragile toes. Kouri yelped and quickly stepped away. For a while they glowered at each other and Squall smoothed his own clothes like a cat would smooth its fur. Dark eyes where gleaming with wounded pride. He just had himself to blame. Kouri hated to be refused as much as Squall did. Kouri corrected his own clothes and Squall knew the falling out had ended.

He turned to his desk to set it right. He had no wish to share the elevator down with the man and Kouri knew that so he went for the door first. But he stopped by it.

“By the way, you sure that secretary of yours is sick?” the businessman said in a light tone.

Squall narrowed his eyes,” Yes.”

“You sure? Because it’s been like… three days? Isn’t that kind of long especially without telling you about it?” Kouri ventured with a tone that was supposed to be vaguely interested.

“He’s sick” Squall growled again but the seed of doubt was almost planted.

“Alright, guess you know best. He don’t seem like that other character, what was his name.. Ah yes, Ryan,” Kouri smirked and Squall felt his stomach knot and throat tighten with a held back snarl.

Ryan. Gorgeous athlete, a disaster as a secretary but heavenly in bed. He had called in sick… and not returned. Squall struggled to hold a neutral face as the emotions rushed up in him. Anger, doubt and… something else. It had with possessiveness to do for sure. Obviously he didn’t succeed because Kouri quirked his lips in that devilish way and opened the door.

“Well, not like I would know, see you tomorrow kitten,” the man said over his shoulder.

Squall had the childish urge to throw something hard and heavy after he man. Damn, bloody arrogant bastard! He had only said that because he’d been refused, surely. Seifer wasn’t like that, he was too honest. He’d surely make a formal letter and hand it over personally. Then again he had seemed a bit odd after they returned. But also, why should Squall care if the gorgeous idiot did run away? However, the thought made Squall ill inside, and furious. Damn it!

*****

Squall realized too late he only had the street address where Seifer lived. He had to resort to call the number information agency hat claimed to be the best. Damn sleazy bastards taking such huge payment (3 gil for just getting through and another 4 for each minute) for doing what anyone could with access to a computer.

Costa Street was a bit on the outskirts of town away from the pulsing middle. Squall guessed he had feared something far worse than the neighbor he rolled down trough. There was a school in the neighborhood and mixed villas, rowhouses and apartment buildings. Squall found the right number, 24 to be précis, and found a semi legal spot to park his car. He figured it was kind of late but not really late enough that the bond should be sleeping…

The CEO frowned at the stair once he entered the building. His frown deepened when he found the name “Almasy” at the top most floors. Of course the idiot would rent an apartment at the top floor in a four floor building without a bloody elevator. Squall would be the first to admit he was as lazy as you got. He detested even taking a walk for the fun of it. If it wasn’t absolutely necessary you shouldn’t break a sweat.

It didn’t quite come as a surprise to him that after a run up four floors his breathing was heightened. If he had to come down here again he’d buy the bloody building and put a damn elevator in it!

At the correct floor there were five doors to chose from. Plain simple doors with newspapers holders at the left hand. Only one of these newspaper holders had… flowers in them. Squall didn’t really want t walk up to that particular door but…. He did and stared at the sign stating “Almasy”. Seriously? Flowers? They were real too. Not many gay guys would decorate the outside of their apartment like that, even less straight guys. Not that Seifer was your typical straight guy… Squall frowned and wondered when he would stop thinking about the blond as straight. Seifer was more gay than himself if you only went on the sexual experiences.

The brunet growled at himself. Hyne damn it. Just ring the bell already! So he did. He held the button down obnoxiously long just in case the blond was asleep. What if Seifer was truly sick? Kouri had just baited him and Squall had willingly swallowed it and run on his emotions. And what were those emotions really? Thankfully his disturbing thoughts were interrupted by the lock being turned. He didn’t hear any chain being released and still the door opened up fully.

In the door a pretty, dark haired, doe eyed girl stood.

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Author’s Note:
And we all know how that pretty little thing is, right?