Office Follies

Warnings: Over all ooc, lemonish
Parings: ... :p
Beta: On it, not done yet
Notes: Every time I log on I go directly to see if I got some new food(reviews) and the respond to this story actually amaze me. 10 reviews and some 400 hits :p

Maybe I didn’t state this beforehand but the whole thing with this is for the boys to be way out of character. Or at least not usually how I picture them :p

However... We’ll just see how long it’ll stay that way. You know what they say about the silent once?


4

He couldn’t sleep. The bed was too warm. The room too cold. The traffic too loud. In the end his body started aching from the way he rolled around and around.

Seifer gave a huff of frustration and threw off the cover again. Griever hissed and startled but didn’t make more of an effort. Just curled up again and easily went back to sleep. The blond gave the cat a dirty look. Damn lazy beast. He slept half the day, how could he sleep so soundly during the night? Then again, the cat wasn’t as stupid as to get sucked off by his own boss.

Hyne damn!

Seifer rolled around and smothered himself in a pillow as the fierce blush exploded in his face. Again. He screamed at himself to not think about it and yet the whole thing played before his eyes like some damn movie. Without a stop button. His body shuddered in remembrance and his face grew even hotter. The blond had to lift himself from the pillow as his lungs screamed for proper air.

He sat up at the edge of the bed and hung his head, elbows at knees. He had to resign. No fucking way he would be able to look into those icy blue eyes again. Not after…. That. It had been some insane power of will that had kept him in check during the day. He couldn’t go back to work like nothing had happened. And just what had happened?

Seifer yanked at his hair before getting up. He crossed the dark apartment and silently entered the bathroom. Cold water didn’t help for the blush, but it felt good. He stared at himself in the dark mirror for a long time. He didn’t see much more but glinting eyes, contours of his jaw and hair. So maybe he should see this as any other math problem? Like old grandma always said: You got a problem, you think about it until you can deal with it.

Just how was he to… think about this? Just imagining, just remembering even a tiny bit made strange things happen. The most embarrassing, the most horrifying thing was the hardening of his member. Every time those flashes/sensation memories came, he twitched and pulsed. He had never even dreamed about such a thing with a girl. Was it… natural for two men to do that? Still it had felt so… damn good.

The blond shivered and rested his forehead against the cool mirror. What was he to do? Of course he couldn’t resign. He needed a job. No way was he going back home just because…. Well because of some fooling around in the office.

He jumped as something quite suddenly pressed against his leg. A mew informed him that it was Griever. He reached down and picked up the feline that instantly started purring.

“I woke you up didn’t I? Do you want some ice-cream?” he cooed to the cat and stroked his face against the soft fur.

Griever answered with a deep, rumbling purr. The cat easily snuggled against him as Seifer carried him to the kitchen. If he couldn’t get any sleep, he was at least going to partly enjoy his sleepless night with ice-cream and television.

*****

As any other good boy he went to his job the following day, and as any other self-respecting man with a good dose of self-preservation, he held as far a distance to his boss as possible. He even went to the length of standing on the opposite side of the desk when giving the man papers or coffee.

Still things had changed and it confused him.

The blond couldn’t pinpoint what had changed. The routines were the same. The office was the same. The brunet dressed as he usually did and so did Seifer. Squall didn’t even say anything special more than his usually purring teasing. Still there was a… electric current in the air. He found himself not being able to relax as he usually could.

Stepping inside the office was like stepping into a thunder cloud. The air was thick with that underlying current of something. It made the hairs of his arms stand and the tall blond couldn’t help but feeling more wary than usual of the lean brunet. His mind kept wanting to return to that… incident. In a vain attempt to scatter his thoughts, he concentrated ridiculously hard on the simple task of pouring coffee. Still his traitorous mind instantly reminded him that this had almost been the exact setting as yesterday.

“Seifer,” the brunet purred.

To the blond’s embarrassment he jumped sharply enough to spill the dark liquid.

“Y-yes?” his voice sounded like that of a pre-teen breaking his voice.

He met blue-grey eyes and the way the man looked at him… It made that very sensitive area of his anatomy tingle and start to twitch to life. Hyne above. To make matters worse he felt a hot blush creep up his face. Squall arched a fine eyebrow and smirked knowingly.

“Is my secretary having dirty thoughts?” the man purred.

It made the blush fully explode from the roots of his hair to his chest.

“Of course not,” Seifer hastily replied and looked away from those smoldering blue-grey depths.

Squall leaned his head against the knuckles of his right hand. Seifer could see the amused smirk from the corner of his eye.

“Really? Then why are you blushing?” he asked in amusement.

Seifer swallowed and made the uncharacteristic thing of shrugging. He almost flinched like a wary animal as Leonhart leaned back in his chair.

“Eat dinner with me tonight,” the man requested.

No! Seifer clutched the tray between whitening knuckles.

“I can’t. I got other things to do, sorry,” he excused himself.

Hyne, he would melt down to a puddle of jelly if those eyes didn’t look away soon.

“What things? Rearrange it,” Squall demanded with an obvious sour tone.

Seifer looked over again and there was a deepening scowl on the brunet’s face.

“I can’t… really do that.”

Sharp eyes narrowed. Squall wasn’t fooled and the crossing of his arms proved it.

“Then what is it you have to do? How long will it take? I can wait with dinner for a long time,” the man asked sharply.

Seifer could almost feel the sweat start dropping from his back. This man could look so scary when he wanted to. Not used to lying made it impossible to come up with anything justifiable so the blond quaked:

“I have to feed the cat.”

The silence that issued was thick enough that you could cut through it. The two men stared at each other. Seifer in dumb astonishment that he hadn’t vaporized to steam yet and Squall had an honest surprised expression.

“Feed…the cat?” the brunet asked in incredulity.

Seifer nodded vigorously.

“And this will take, what, five minutes?”

“Well, actually, he’s a kind of demanding kitten and stuff…” Seifer trailed off.

By now they both knew the excuse for what it was. To the blond’s relief the brunet sighed and threw his hands in the air.

“Fine, run away to your kitten. You better not have any plans for tomorrow though,” Squall growled with a positively lethal glare.

“Yes sir,” Seifer gulped and ran/walked from the office.

The next day he had written his resignation.

****

Seifer had found a newspaper with job ads and was looking through them as he rode the subway to work the next day. He could live off of noodles and the cat could survive on dry rations if need be. For the sake of his dignity he had to escape those hauntingly blue-grey eyes.

He entered the office building with the clear resolve to hand over the resignation the very first thing. He had pictured it perfectly. He’d stride straight to that long, huge desk and smack the papers in front of the man’s nose. Then he’d walked out again and… well he supposed he had to stay for the day and maybe the week but at least he would have resigned.

As he entered the floor he immediately sensed that something was off. People were running around, they usually did, but this day there seemed to be an edgy and agitated aura on the whole floor. Men and women run around with stressed expressions or frantic looks. People where speaking animatedly into phones or hacking away at their computers as if teh poor machine had done them mortal injustice.

The stress only intensified as he closed in on his table and Squall’s office. The door was open and the man was speaking in the phone with a very, very scary expression. Seifer decided very quickly that maybe he could put in his resignation in the mail box or even hold of a day or two until this crisis had settled down.

He quickly got to work himself but there wasn’t much to do. There was a whole line of phone calls waiting for Squall’s attention so the blond started to go through them. Some he could handle, others just had to leave a note but some needed the expressed attention of the CEO. What on earth was going on?

Close to lunch the temperament hadn’t shifted. It had intensified and Seifer had heard at least ten different rumors. One was about the company cutting down and that the office was one of the loose ends to go. Another was about the company risking bankruptcy, a third about some mayor customer requesting their money back for a bad product. Which seemed unlikely. There wouldn’t be such a fuss then.

Another one was about the building being threatened with a lawsuit for insufficient fire protocols. Which also seemed ridicules. However, Seifer knew that it was bad When Kouri suddenly showed up. The tall man was striding through the chaos with a tight, angry air. The man didn’t give Seifer a glance and didn’t ask permission to enter the office. He charged through and closed the door with a bang behind him.

The handsome man’s passage had made the office hall stop for a moment, but as soon as the door closed the bustle was back again. After that the door was closed and the red button for not disturbing the man shone brightly for three straight hours. Seifer didn’t neglect his duties. At the proper time he prepared a tray with a double set of cups and coffee and added sandwiches.

He politely knocked on the door but he hadn’t needed to bother. The two men were engrossed in a mountain of papers and at the phone a third man seemed similarly engrossed. As the good secretary he was, he slipped in and gave the men coffee and nourishment without them later remembering where it had come from.

Then he only had to sit and wait for the day to end. Everyone worked extra hours that day. A little past dinner time, he decided to go buy something for the two men.

During the day the rumor that the company had a bad economy or that, horrors, another company was either merging or taking over had become stronger. Seifer had a hard time seeing anyone taking over the company. It was huge. He could, however, believe in a bad economical situation that might lead to a hostile takeover. Or a merge. But at the same time he had heard nothing about any other company.

It was all really confusing.

Seifer got some takeaway on a restaurant that seemed expensive enough to fall in the men’s taste. As he returned a good forty minutes later, a lot of people had gone. Either left for home or gone to eat something. Seifer was hard pressed to believe it at the sight of the men in almost the exact same position as hours before. Minus the phone conference. To his relief the agitated atmosphere in the room had dampened somewhat.

As he knocked and entered, Squall looked up. Seifer felt a little guilty at the tired expression on the man. Maybe all his teasing and that… other stuff was some kind of stress release? If he could just make the man understand that a simple walk around the block could have the same affect, this thing could work out for them both? He waved the bags of food and the brunet actually smiled a genuine smile. It wasn’t the big, face changing kind. Only a subtle move of his lips but his eyes sparkled.

“I’m not entirely sure how I’ve survived so far without you,” the man admitted lowly.

The blond felt the idiotic blush again but quickly smashed down any embarrassment.

“I’m paid to think of the small details,” he explained.

He served the men their food and Squall looked quite Grieverish as he bent over the meat and potatoes and some fancy sauce.

“Is there anything more, or can I leave?” he asked, quite anxious to go home.

Squall waved a hand.

“Go home and feed that cat you got,” Squall added and looked up through his chocolate colored bangs.

That look, that picture, made the CEO look like a mischievous boy and odd enough it made wrong things react in the blond. He swallowed.

“Right, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said and hurried out of there before the curious gaze of Kouri’s turned into some remark.

Seifer couldn’t stop thinking about that last look he had gotten. Then again, his boss had circled in his head since yesterday. At least he had some other picture to muse over that didn’t make him red hot. Stepping out from the office building, Seifer searched for his walled. And cursed. Idiot. He had been so deep in thought that he had forgotten it.

With a long, inventive curse that would have made his grandma red in fury, Seifer returned inside. Up the long, long elevator ride and through the now mostly dark office hall. There were still a few people working and they seemed completely engrossed in their work.

The blond sighed in relief as he found the innocent wallet where he had absently left it. At the desk in plain sight. Hyne, had Leonhart found it he wouldn’t have heard the end of it. The blond put the wallet where it belonged before turning to leave, and froze.

He looked back at the slightly ajar office door and blinked. Had that been… a moan? The blond was prepared to dismiss the sound as an illusion, when he heard it again. He automatically sucked in his breath and held it to be able to hear the muffled noises.

Hyne! What was he doing standing there listening to noises that wasn’t what his sleepdeprieved brain thought it was? Except a long, breathy but loud moan made the hairs on his body stand erect. He stared with round eyes and dry throat at the door. He might never have made love to a girl but some sounds were so primal you just knew what it was. But did they truly? Was they? Or was the brunet doing to Kouri what he had done to Seifer the other day?

That thought accompanied with his livid imagination made him feel hot and cool in two split seconds. Low murmurs vibrated in the room and something that sounded like papers hitting the floor resonated out to him. The blond stood frozen in part shook, part uncontrollable curiosity.

“Kouri!”

The sharp hiss made the blond reflexively step closer and lay a hand against the door. He withdrew it as if scalded, heart beating in his throat. Hyne, what if the brunet was molested by that oaf? Logic told him that no one in their right mind would harass the brunet. Another part, a small voice he hadn’t ever heard before, urged him to make sure that nothing… bad was happening. Another voice beside that told him to hightail it out of there.

A smash, as if a body hitting a hard surface, and a deep grunt made him change his mind and listen to that new strange voice. Though he did it carefully. He slid the door open enough for him to look inside, and all blood in his body seemed to rush to that one particular anatomy.

Squall lay bent over the short end of the wide desk. He completely lacked his suit jacket and the white shirt was tugged down around his arms. His pants pooled around his feet. The tall, black haired man seemed to keep the brunet down by a steady grip in the shirt. He too had discarded his jacket and fully opened his shirt. Kouri’s pants were around his ankles and his free hand was brandishing a fully engorged member.

The black haired man shifted and Squall groaned. In a swift thrust Kouri buried fully in the smaller man. The brunet cried out and arched, hands clawing at the desk. Then he moaned and the sound seemed to go straight from Seifer’s ears to his cock and then back up his spine to send a myriad of conflicting signals to his brain. The brunet made a whimper as Kouri withdrew again. As the man thrust back in hard enough for it to smack, Squall breathlessly moaned.

After that Kouri made small motions that made strange things to the pinned man. The brunet moaned and twisted and writhed in a way that made Seifer’s eyes bulge and his heart start beating a floor down instead of in his chest as it should.

“Didn’t I tell you I would have you writhing in five minutes?” Kouri huskily murmured.

The man leaned over the desk, which made him sink deeper into the brunet who moaned and clawed the desk again, and straightened the watch.

“See, it’s only been four minutes and forty-five seconds,” the man hummed amusedly.

Squall made an inarticulate curse and twisted under the heavier man.

“Are you going to fuck me or keep talking?” he growled.

Kouri straightened but slammed the brunet back down in the table as Squall had tried to follow. He withdrew and thrust back in with a smack.

“So impatient,” the man mused.

Big hands gripped very lean, pale hips. As Kouri withdrew and then started long, slow, smacking thrusts Squall started moaning. A sound that seemed to make every nerve burn in the overheated blond. Soon enough the two men made the table complain and Seifer realized what he was doing.

He fled. Through the office hall and into the men’s rest room. There he locked himself into a toilet boot and stood shaking. He was burning. His mind was overflowing. Hyne, he was going to have a heart attack or something!

He was so hard it was a miracle his pants hadn’t broken yet. It wasn’t humanly possible to be this aroused and not get sick. It wasn’t humanly possible to not do something about it. Too far gone to feel any embarrassment, the secretary opened his trousers with shaking hands.

He groaned deeply when fisting the rock hard, weeping length. It took exactly six strokes and the livid picture of Squall arching and clawing the table while making that nerve tingling sound. Seifer came hard and long. Electricity going from his head and toes to pool in his lower back and groin. Relief like he had never before felt it flooded his system and made white light dance in front of his eyes.

He sunk to the floor panting in exhaustion a good workout never could have achieved. Once he had managed to regain himself he groaned in mortification.

Hyne, now he had truly done it.


Author’s note:
*lol*

I know some of you don’t like Kouri but I actually do. Not as a “person” but as a character to play with :p

And well… reviews? Food? Please, I’m starving :)