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Ever get the feeling you're being watched?	By : MackyoStar Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I fumbled clumsily with the lock on my office door. How could I have been so careless? I knew I shouldn’t have left without finishing. Argh, why can’t I remember anything?

“Do you need a hand there, Mr. President?” My secretary smiled sweetly up at me, appearing mysteriously from nowhere like she usually has the annoying tendency of doing. I find her so incredibly disturbing, she’s always creeping up on me and scaring me half to death. Is there such a thing as being too sickly sweet? If there isn’t, then she must be the first of her kind. Her wide sparkly eyes taking up most of her face, a big scary grin, thick golden curls that explode from her head and run all the way down her back. SHE’S A FREAK!

I forced myself to smile, showing my clenched teeth and speaking slowly through them. “No, I’m fine…just having problems with the door” I smashed my clenched fist against the frame again. Why wasn’t it opening?

She motioned me aside and removed the Identity card from around her neck. She ran it over the console sensor until the display flickered green.

“Why didn’t it work for me?” I looked down at my card, baffled by its continual failure. This is my card, isn’t it?

“The fact that you’re using your account card to open it with might be the reason, sir” she giggled then skipped merrily off towards her desk again. I stared blankly at the card; it was white and red with my name on it. Easy mistake to make…THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME!

I turned my head towards her desk, narrowing my eyes. Just look at her, she’s always so wastefully cheerful. IT MAKES ME SICK. I wish I could somehow drain her and take some of that hyper-activeness for myself. I felt like total crap. What the hell happened to me last night? All I remember is that I intended to stay behind to complete my paperwork…but, I never remember doing it.

I attempted to type my pass-code into the console, this took me several attempts as my eyes just wouldn’t focus properly; everything in front of me was hazy and I was still so drowsy. Did I actually get any sleep last night? I eventually gained access to my office, climbing up the mass of stairs until I reached the top. I made my way towards the desk. Funny, there’s no paper work here. I distinctly remember there being a pile, a huge pile, right here. So where was it?

I departed my office and went downstairs to interrogate my secretary. She’ll know. She is the only other person able to access the office other than myself.

“Where’s the paper work that was on my desk yesterday?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. It was a massive pile, it couldn’t have just vanished.

She beamed up at me sweetly from behind her work station, pointing towards the storage cabinets. “It’s all been filed away.”

“You filed it? When, this morning?”

“Yep, finished filing it about thirty minutes before you came in.”

I started to rub the back of my neck awkwardly; irritating the skin and making it burn. I must have finished it all. Maybe that’s the reason why I’m so tired. I must have been up all night completing it. That would make sense. But, why can’t I remember?

“So, there’s nothing here for me to do? No calls? No appointments?” I asked lazily, slipping my hands into my pockets.

“Nope. Not until Monday. We will keep everything in check until you come in next week, Mr. President.”

***

Monday: greeting me on my desk as I entered my office was a small parcel. Ripping apart the packaging and removing the object inside. Ah, my stamp. I hadn’t expected it to arrive so soon. This stamp was only a novelty item. I’d just recently purchased it the other day to amuse myself with. I’d still have to sign my name underneath everything of course. It’d be far too easy for someone to simply use it without my knowledge and sign away my wealth. I was finding the constant signing of my name along the dotted line exceptionally tedious, unlike my father; I had problems with repetitive errands. I just needed something to lighten up those mundane tasks, and here I had it. Ah, its official, I’m easily amused. But it made a change, the past couple of weeks I’d been a right, uptight bastard. But then again, I had reason to be. My weekend though, had been bliss. No stress, no aggravation…well, apart from that one phone call I’d received. It was just someone checking up on me, wanting to know how I was feeling. I told them I was fine… perfectly fine. That was, until they’d started bothering me. Why the hell would I need checking up on?

I pressed my stamp down on the ink pad and looked around for something to mark. I was starting to regret doing that paperwork all at once on Friday night. I’ve got nothing left to test my stamp out on now. But, not having that massive stack looming over me was something at least. It’s my own fault. I said I wanted to be more involved by personally auditing the company’s records and accounts, to make sure the company wasn’t bleeding money like an open wound, or ordering two hundred thousand mops as a means of combat equipment. I guess I’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t pile up and smother me like that again.

***

I noticed that there were a lot of couriers parked by the warehouse this morning. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but as I passed again, there seemed to be more lining up outside the gates. I wonder what they are delivering. Out of curiosity I asked Scarlet who was stood in the doorway. She was shouting into a mouthpiece, flapping her arms around violently and commanding the delivery men appropriately. That woman’s only happy when she’s bossing people around or when she’s whining at someone, and that poor someone getting whined at is usually me.

I assessed the forklift trucks passing skillfully between each other at twice their usual speed. Whatever was happening was happening fast “Is there a reason why you’re here overseeing this personally, and what’s in all of these crates? I thought we just had the latest material deliveries last week?”

“Oh, there you are, Rufus.” Scarlet cheerfully shrieked, suddenly grabbing hold of my arm and linking it with hers. She began dragging me down the corridors towards the loading bay “I wanted to come and thank you in person for changing your mind about that Mithril shipment – I’ve just seen it. The quantity is perfect. Oh, it’s so exciting. I can’t wait to start re-drawing the new plans.”

“Excuse me. What shipment? You’re not talking about that rogue merchant again are you? I thought we’d agreed it wasn’t appropriate to trade with that particular dealer. I wanted a dealer that would exchange exclusively with Shin-Ra, not some one-off underling that could rip me off the first chance he got!”

“But he was so much cheaper than the others. Mithril is so rare to obtain these days and he was just itching to sell it to us. I thought that was the reason you decided to trade with him, a nice easy deal?”

I wrenched my arm from her grasp and stared at her sternly. “No, we agreed at the meeting that we were going to search for a trust worthy source that would trade solely with us. I DIDN’T AUTHORIZE THIS!”

“Of course you did, it wouldn’t be here now if you hadn’t. Look, we can get to work straight away now we have all the materials right here in the warehouse. I’ve already started on the blueprints. Oh, this is so exciting. Don’t you find it exciting, Rufus?”

“It’s President Rufus to you, and I want to see the authorization for this delivery, because I didn’t approve it.”

“Well, Tseng was the one who signed for it all. He said he was in temporary charge for the moment; something about you not feeling too well and it being a bit… last minute? I thought it a little odd, at first. What, with him being just a Turk and all. I thought at least a senior director would be put in charge of things. If you’re ever in a fix again, Rufus, just come to me and I’ll sort out everything. I have to say though you’re looking your usual handsome self again now. I think that little break you had has done you wonders” She lunged for me again and started to squeeze my arm tighter, wrapping her fingers around my hand and dragging me further into the congested warehouse.

“You must come see what I have in store for all these wonderful materials.”

***

So, Tseng has been going behind my back and making his own decisions regarding MY Company. I’m getting increasingly sick of hearing his name being mentioned today. That and the fact the fucking bastard is really hard to get hold of. I’d fire him if he wasn’t so damn good at his job. Hell, he’s so good at his job that he’s decided that he’s going to step in and take over mine now as well. WELL, I WON’T HAVE IT! I want be made a fool of and I won’t be undermined.

***

After finally escaping the iron clutches of Scarlet, I dropped in on Heidegger; barging into his office without even a knock. He was on the phone at the time, casually talking away to a random associate. I stood there for a while, unnoticed, while he carried on with his dull conversation. I was slightly irritated that he hadn’t acknowledged my presence. He soon did though, when I smashed my fist over the phone's receiver and cut him off.

“What the-?” Heidegger muttered, looking at the handset in bewilderment, he then caught sight of my annoyed attendance and sat up straight in his seat. “Oh, Mr. President! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Obviously” I mocked, leaning in closer to glare. “Heidegger, why is it whenever I want to speak to one of your Turks I can never get hold of them?”

Heidegger blushed, replacing the phone on the cradle. “It’s Reno, isn’t it? It’s about that bloody incident with the super glue. Don’t worry, sir, we got it all off before it had a chance to set.”

I frowned slightly, narrowing my eyes. “No actually, it’s Tseng who I wish to speak with. Right now, so where is he?”

“Oh, well, last I heard he’d sent Rude and Reno out doing some investigating in the slums and advised Elena to the shooting range to practice. That was this morning. I’ve not heard from him since. He’s very efficient is Tseng. He can be left to just get on with things. He practically does all the work around here for me.”

“He seems to be doing a lot of that recently.” I droned, rubbing my chin in thought. “I think a disciplinary action is in order for him. He’s over stepped the mark on quite a few occasions.”

“I don’t quite follow, sir. What exactly has he done? He seems to be just as competent and hard working as always” Heidegger proudly remarked.

“It doesn’t matter what he’s done, the point is that he’s PISSED ME OFF AND I WANT HIM DEALT WITH!” I certainly woke Heidegger up just then, shouting in his face and slamming my fist down against his desk. One thing I can’t stand is idiocy, and this man sat in front of me is a complete IMBECILE!

Heidegger’s voice changed into a croak when he spoke, swallowing slowly and keeping his bulging eyes fixated on my fist as it rose from the table “So, what do you suggest, sir?”

“I’ve not decided yet. As soon as he makes an appearance, send him up to my office. I’ll have thought of something fitting for him by then.”

***

A few hours later my phone began to ring. I was leaning back in my chair with my legs sprawled lazily across my desk, placing my coffee mug down when I heard the sound of the tone. I reached over and brought the handset to my ear. “Yes?”

“Sir, it’s Heidegger. Tseng is going to be unavailable to speak with you today, but I’ll have him check in with you first thing tomorrow”.

I slid my feet off from the desk and placed them back against the floor, sitting up straight in my chair. “Well, I don’t want to speak with him tomorrow. I want to speak with him today. Why isn’t he available?”

“The thing with Tseng is. Well, he’s just so darn organized. He tends to finish things reasonably sharpish. I sent him out doing field work and he came back, wrote up the summary, advised the team on tactics then left. I didn’t even hear him enter my office and leave the schedules on my desk, but they’re here. There wasn’t any reason for him to stick around because, well… because there was nothing else left for him to do. He’s got this habit of never leaving until his paper work is done.”

There was an awkward pause before I finally spoke, feeling my anger slowly ascend “So you’re saying that he won’t be coming back at all today?”

“No, not unless I call him back in.”

“Then why are you wasting time by calling me. Why don’t you use your brain and call him instead?”

“You want me to call him back? Even though there’s no work left for him to do in the office?” Heidegger queried in disbelief.

“No, I want you to arrange for a limousine to pick him up outside his front door and escort him here personally. OF COURSE I DO, YOU MORON, now stop wasting my time and DO IT!” Down goes my phone again. I should really try not to slam it down so often. I suppose taping the plastic casing together with sticky tape was only going to hold it for so long. I’d been so busy lately; I’d forgotten to send for a new one.

***

My phone rang again half an hour later, luckily by that time I’d had a new one installed, so it wasn’t going to fall apart in my hand like the other one had done. Ah, that phone has served me well and we’d soon see just how this new one withstood to my constant abuse.

I cut Heidegger off before he had a chance to speak “On his way up?”

“Erm, no sir…”

“If this is an excuse, Heidegger, I don’t want to hear it. So he better be on his way up here, right now.”

“I-I did, I did call him; said it was urgent and that you wanted to speak with him.”

“And?” I replied bluntly, I could see where this was heading.

“And, I got his voice mail. He wasn’t picking up his phone. Sir, I did try and I can keep trying.”

“Don’t bother. I ask you to do one simple thing for me and you still manage to mess it up. No, it’s fine. I’ll handle it myself. It’s pretty obvious that I can’t rely on anyone else to do things properly around here.” I put the phone down and reclined in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest while thinking intensely. So you’re not answering your phone, eh? I wonder if you’ll answer your front door.

***

Locking my office, I took to the lower stairs. I couldn’t be bothered waiting for the elevator, there was a big queue and it was taking forever, all I wanted to do was leave. I decided to try the next one on the following floor. I had my next instalment of accounts to check tucked under my arm and I didn’t notice as Tseng suddenly passed. He quickly doubled back and followed me down and through the doors leading to the next level, finally gaining the position by my side.

“Didn’t you wish to speak with me, Mr. President? I just got the message and came straight here.”

“Huh?” I replied wearily, casually turning my head to the side. “Oh yes, yes I did. But I don’t now. I got tired of waiting for you so I’m going home.”

“Oh...” Tseng answered uncertainly, looking rather confused “Is there anything else I can help you with then?”

“As a matter of fact, seen as though you were so eager to oversee my audit over the weekend, you can make a start on these. I’ve got some more at home, as well. I’ll drop them round later tonight when I come to pick up those. They all have to be checked and appraised by tomorrow morning, so you best make a start on them straight away. And they better be completed by the time I arrive. I won’t tolerate idleness, Tseng. According to the praises Heidegger’s been singing about you lately, I don’t think you’ll have any problems.”

I thrust the papers into his arms and continued down the stairs, leaving him stood there confused. Ah, now I have a nice relaxing evening ahead of me. He does come in handy, serves him right for being so organized.

***

The car door was opened for me and I carefully stepped out. Checking my watch, I heard the door close gently behind me. It had been about four hours since I’d last seen Tseng on the stairs back at H.Q. I think I’d given him more than enough time to complete all of that work, and I had some more for him to contend with in the bag in my hand. He was certainly going to have a busy evening ahead of him. Maybe now he’d respect my authority, knowing I had the power to force him do as I pleased, and how the consequences might fair if he defied my will. I gestured my chauffer to leave, I was only planning on picking up the documents and dropping off the new ones, but I was feeling rather fiendish today and wanted to survey Tseng’s depression when he started on these. So, for the moment, I would stay.

I’d never been to any of my employee’s residence before. I didn’t tend to socialise with them outside office hours. I saw them enough at work. I didn’t want to see them outside of it as well. I made my way to the door and turned to the street, my chauffer was waiting for me to enter before he drove off. I simply signaled for him to leave again, watching him drive off into the night. Tseng’s front door happened to be open, so I thought I’d just let myself in.

Clean was the right word to use, maybe a little too clean. Unlived in was a more appropriate assessment to describe it as I walked down the immaculate corridor. From the looks of the apartment, Tseng lived alone. The furniture was limited but suited the space well - modern with a hint of tradition. It was rather charming, actually, as I poked my head around the living area. Minimal decoration, minimal colour; matched his personality appropriately, I thought. I managed to find him reading in the kitchen. He was sat at a table, jotting things down on the back of one of the reports. I also noticed that all the paperwork I’d set him was piled neatly in the corner, ready for me to take away. He’s so perfect. Next time I’m not being so lenient with him. Next time, he gets thirty minutes to finish it. Then we’ll see how neatly he stacks them up!

I pulled out a chair from the kitchen table and lazily drop myself into it, staring at him and waiting for him to respond to my presence. He stopped his mindless scribbles and placed the document on to the pile, smiling in response.

“I didn’t know what time to expect you. I’ve just finished checking the last one now. No anomalies to report.”

“Good work. Now, there isn’t as much here as I’d liked. But it should keep you busy, for the moment. You seem to be enjoying all of this pencil pushing, Tseng. I’m tempted to remove you from existing role as Turk leader and get you a cute little uniform so you can take the place of my current secretary.” I placed the heavy load on the table before him and watched his face drop. “Remember, I want it all completed for tomorrow.”

He sighed and pulled the pile closer towards him “Don’t worry, sir. It’ll be ready for you in the morning.”

Ah, misery… my favourite of all human emotions. He was tired; I could see it in his face. But I didn’t care, served the bastard right for trying to take over. He picked up his mug and swallowed the remaining droplets of coffee from it.

“Coffee, eh? Is someone finding it hard to stay awake?” I taunted as he placed the empty mug back down onto the table.

“No, it just helps me to concentrate.” He rose to his feet and made his way to the coffee jug, bringing it over; he poured more steaming liquid into his mug and began to stir.

He smiled slightly and looked over to me “Would you care for one?”

“Well, I’m very fussy when it comes to coffee. My secretary is the only one who makes it the way I like it. But, seen as though you’re making yourself one, it’d be rude to decline.”

He reached over for another mug and placed it down in front of me.

“You take sugar, don’t you?”

“Well, my secretary uses a ‘sugar substitute’. That’s what we like to refer to it as. If I don’t get my fix in the morning, I become quite irritable.” I grinned then took a sip of the warm liquid Tseng had just poured for me. My eyes widened at the taste…it was, well, it was strong but also rather sweet, and also tasted of something else, a hint of…almonds?

I saw him surveying my reaction as he placed his mug down on the mat by his papers and picked up his pen. “I also use a ‘substitute’ for sugar, it helps me to concentrate. Sorry it isn’t brandy like your secretary uses, but it works just as well.”

***

I sat there and watched him work, trying my hardest to put him off, but nothing seemed to break his concentration. Bastard, so perfect…so disgustingly perfect. Isn’t there anything that outstanding Tseng can’t do? He looked up from papers; he must have noticed my irritation because I’d been subconsciously tapping the table with my finger.

“Is there something else I can get for you?”

“Yeah, you can get me another one of these” I insisted, pushing my mug over for him to take. He complied and went to retrieve a fresh cup. I leaned over the table to see how far he’d managed to get. He was doing well. Those boring accounts usually took me forever to decipher and he was already half way through.

***

A few hours and a few coffees later, I was starting to feel quite drowsy. You’d think with all the coffee I’d swallowed I’d be bouncing off the walls by now. But I wasn’t. It was having quite the opposite effect; I was yawning and battling with my eyelids to try and keep them open. Come to think of it, the last few coffees I’d consumed didn’t really taste like coffee at all. The liqueur Tseng had used each time had been just that little bit stronger than the previous. Or was that just my imagination? Maybe he was trying to dope me to get me to stop irritating him with my constant distraction techniques. Or maybe I was jumping to conclusions, I don’t know.

“We can move to the lounge if you prefer.” Tseng suggested, noticing my obvious boredom.

My chin slipped off my hand and fell against the table as he spoke. That soon brought me back to the present. I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand. Why was I so tired? I wasn’t drunk, was I?

We moved to the living room, I simply collapsed into the sofa and watched Tseng struggle with the piles of papers. I wasn’t going to help him. I was the guest; the unwanted annoying guest who brought nothing but inconvenience to the host, but the guest none the less. The sofa was warm and spongy. Not like my sofas back at home. They were all made of leather, and leather can be rather cold against the skin. Tseng’s wasn’t though, I discovered that when my cheek met the arm rest.

“Would you like me to call your chauffer now?” Tseng inquired as he placed the last of the remaining papers on to the coffee table. He must have seen how tired I was, because I noticed a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yes. And while you’re at it, as you’re up… I’m still a little parched.” I yawned and snuggled down into the soft fabric. Well, he did say to make myself at home.

He placed a fresh mug at my end of the coffee table and removed his phone from his pocket. He dialed the number I’d given to him and waited for a reply.

Tseng hand carefully covered the mouthpiece, glancing towards me as he spoke. “Your chauffer will be about half an hour until he arrives. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, fine” I muttered. I was happy where I was for the time being. And if it was going to take half an hour for the chauffer to arrive, that wasn’t so bad. Tseng might have even finished doing my checks for me by then. I reached for my mug and brought it to my lips, after finishing it I allowed it to drop from my fingers and roll neglectfully across the floor. Ah, I’ll pick it up later, it isn’t going anywhere.

***

Something started to irritate my face. I tried to shoo it away with my hand, but the irritation continued; something was tickling my cheek. Again I tried to push it away, but something caught hold of my wrist instead. I opened an eye and looked up, trying to focus forwards. I couldn’t see anything. My vision was completely blurred. It was like someone had placed a pair of frosted contacts over my pupils; my eyes just wouldn’t respond. I was tired, but I was comfortable. I didn’t know where I was, but I didn’t really care either. Whatever had irritated my face had stopped for now, so I closed my eyes and allowed myself to snuggle back into the warm fabric.

…I better not be disturbed again.

***

And there was that smell again, that comforting scent. The one I hadn’t been able to recognise the last time I’d inhaled it. I raised my head and followed, it was strong so it had to be close. I breathed in deeply, trying to detect it. I’d forgotten all about it until now. But sensing it again had brought back all those fascinating images.

My nose established that soft surface as I found myself clumsily colliding with it. My tongue flicked out to taste it, like it had urged me to on our last encounter. Ah, that taste; it’s all coming back to me now. I started to bite playfully, massaging the smoothness with my tongue. I wanted so much to just sink my teeth in and pull it closer, but just tasting it was enough for now. I decided to explore it this time, to find out exactly what it was. My eyes were of no use to me, they still couldn’t see anything; just misty air and shadows. So I used my hands instead. My fingers detected the texture of flesh as they gently moved across it. That would explain the shudders I’d received. Moving them further upwards they traced…a jaw line, then lips? I paused for a moment, brushing the lips with my fingertips, trying to create a mental image of the person they belonged to. Then I was greeted by moisture. Ah, a tongue, so that’s what that velvet thing had been. It started to lick tenderly at my fingers, teeth closed over them to trap them in place. I assisted by pushing my fingers in further, stroking the tongue as the lips began to affectionately suck. I removed my fingers from the mouth, pulling them out abruptly. I tilted my body backwards and resumed my previous position against the arm rest. Blinking slowly, I tried to focus on the person above. The shadowy figure leaned forward, a little confused at my unexpected withdraw. I felt its warm breath hit my face as it exhaled. So, you’ve come back to me then? I must be dreaming, a continuation of the last one. That’s good, because it was a little too brief and unfulfilling last time. Let’s hope this one lasts longer.

I felt around for something to grab and found cotton like material, so I griped it and pulled it forward; dragging the figure closer. I soon became reunited with that velvety tongue. It was just as smooth and as willing as it had been before, fighting against mine as it entered deeper into my mouth. I felt a weight on top of me; the figure was pressing itself against my frame, shifting accordingly as I lay there on the couch. I was beneath it, placed between its legs. That didn’t bother me though; I was quite comfortable in my current position.

The figure pulled away, sitting upright and surveying me from its new height. I stared up at it. I couldn’t see a face, but I was pretty sure that it could see mine. I licked my lips suggestively; my tongue was still hungry for more. I reached up to drag this willing being back down again, and it put up no resistance to my action. You will stop when I tell you to.

This time my hands weren’t stationary, they were off exploring; my fingers entangled within silky hair while the others searched for skin. The stranger’s hands weren’t motionless either; hastily unfastening the buttons on my jacket while my hands were currently engaged. My coat was opened out and discarded. I’d have done it myself but this person wasn’t doing such a bad job of it on their own. My dark sweater was pulled over my head and my chest was exposed for yearning eyes to view. They seemed more than happy with what they saw; I could tell by the way their fingers delicately traced the defined shapes of each of my sculpted muscles. I might be president of my own company, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t hold my own in a battle. I don’t usually allow people to touch me. I’m the one who makes the contact, the dominant one who sets the pace. But this was a nice change, an interesting variation; being handled by someone I didn’t even know, but somehow did. It was strange, but also arousing. It was a dream and dreams weren’t supposed to make sense.

The fingertips against my skin were replaced by the tongue. I’d reluctantly allowed it to leave my mouth, but it hadn’t strayed far, so I could always call it back. The tongue made its way over every ripple on my chest, making my skin shiver and my muscles tighten. I was stroking the hair of my admirer; it was incredibly soft and sleek. Running my fingers through the length and allowing it to fall as I reached the ends. I imagined that they’d be rather appealing visually, under that cloud of darkness that obscured my view. If only my vision wasn’t so blurred, I’d be able to see who it was.

Adept hands had found my belt buckle and began to loosen it from my trousers. Pulling it carefully from the loops on my pants and letting to drop carelessly to the floor. Hmm, we don’t waste any time, do we? Soon my trousers were being eased over my hips and my underwear was heading the same way. It had been a while since I’d allowed anyone to play with me, allowed anyone access to my body. If this was my subconscious then it would know exactly how to satisfy me, and if I’m honest, it wasn’t doing a bad job up to this point.

Tiny circles were being drawn over the exposed, sensitive flesh, moving closer towards my slight arousal but never quite touching it. I stirred a little, making myself more accessible for the next upcoming action. One thing I don’t have is patience, and by the way this person was acting, they needed reminding of that. I bent my knees upwards and opened my legs out wider; their shadowed head was just in view as I looked up from my position. I hoped this action would allow them better access, and encourage them to perform the motion faster because they were being excruciatingly slow. I thrust my hips slightly to influence acceleration, but was restrained by the person’s hands that brought me back down. Fine, I’ll wait. It wasn’t so bad. The anticipation was appealing. The fact that I was now throbbing painfully wasn’t, though. I was excited. I was eager. I needed to release and I couldn’t with this gentle treatment. I hated it! I wanted speed, I wanted intensity …my subconscious knew this. It’s doing this to irritate me; irritate me like that BASTARD Tseng did, and why was I thinking about him right now?

I pressed back against the cushions as my skin was greeted by moisture. That velvet tongue was teasing my torso, lightly lapping just enough to incite a reaction; moving closer to my groin before playfully pulling away. They were taunting me, and doing a good job. I growled softly, I wanted it, and I wanted it now. I hated being teased. I think they understood my frustration because they began to apply more pressure as they licked the full length, coating my swelling shaft in warm saliva whilst provoking the tip with their lips. My fingers dug into the surroundings around me, gripping tightly to the spongey material I was lay upon while that tongue continued to taunt. Oh god, get on with it! It was so unbelievably hot when I was eventually granted entry to their mouth, maintaining their teeth over me, gently grazing the skin as they hungrily took me in. I flinched, tensing up. At any other time, I’d have an issue with teeth going anywhere near this area. I didn’t know this person, didn’t know if they might actually bite down. Despite the unease, I was intrigued by their technique. I knew what they were doing – they were reclaiming my unfocused attention. I think my admirer had also picked up on my anxiousness, that, and the fact I was practically snarling through frustration now. They stopped being so gentle with me and started to be a little more forceful; applying more pressure and fondling flesh. Ah~ that was more like it; scratch me, squeeze me, anything to speed up the process. They began to suck, slowly at first then speeding up not long after, consuming me completely as my hand gripped their hair. The changes in pace kept switching, from quick to slow. I was panting slightly now, and growing ever more impatient. I tried to thrust my hips again, I wanted so badly to enter deeper; for them to take me in further. But again, I was restrained, pinned down to the cushion and motioned to behave. How could I behave? I wanted this annoying twang in my groin to leave. It was taking too long. Sure, I was enjoying it, enjoying the attention and the sensations. But I was starting to ache now and I desperately wanted to release.

They eventually moved their mouth away, instead using their clenched fist to assist with the energetic action, allowing their tongue to fully concentrate on the tip. Lapping away urgently, directing all the pressure on the sensitive head. I was biting down on my lip now, waiting agonizingly for that moment. I started to taste blood, trying desperately to muffle the moans escaping my throat. Biting down harder, gripping the material tighter. Argh~, I was so close. The tongue was now swirling forcefully and lapping with desire. I just needed a little longer, a little more attention to…just that little bit….

I sank back against the spongy material; a low, strenuous groan escaped my open mouth. My eyes that were screwed shut were suddenly wide open and the blurred colours erupting before them gradually faded to white. I freed myself into the shadow’s devoted mouth, flowing uncontrollably whilst my legs began to twitch. They were enjoying the taste of me, guzzling my essence greedily. I was exhausted and I hadn’t even done anything. My admirer withdrew from me and started to inch up further, never breaking the contact our bodies shared. They leaned over, studying my face, searching for my approval. I granted them a lazy smile before bringing my hand up to caress their face.

“You can do that again for me, if you like.” I replied breathlessly, brushing their cheek lightly with my fingers. My admirer nuzzled into my hand as I stroked their delicate skin; enjoying the praise they’d received. I brushed my hand to their jaw, taking hold, administered gentle force, I pulled them closer. Meeting with lips we again started to passionately kiss. I could taste myself; taste what had just been done to me. The fact that I could just urged me to plunge my tongue deeper, squeeze the skin tighter. Lose myself in this muted haze.

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I rolled on to my side, snuggling further into the soft pillow. Hmm, it smelt nice. I wonder if the house keeper changed the fabric softener again. I turned on to my back and reluctantly sat up. I yawned, suppose it was time to get up. I hadn’t heard my alarm go off, but my internal body clock was rather reliable. I leaned over to check the display on the digital timepiece located on the bedside table. Except… it wasn’t there? There was no clock and there was no table. I darted my eyes around the room. This isn’t one of my rooms; I’d never seen it before. Where the fuck was I? How did I get here? Argh, I can’t remember anything. I kicked the heavy quilt off and slipped out of the bed. I’m naked? I searched around the room for my clothes, growing increasingly tense. I couldn’t find them and started to panic. I certainly don’t remember meeting anyone last night, so this was quite a compromising position to be in. I ripped the duvet from off of the bed and wrapped it around myself. This is so embarrassing, I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I lunged for the door and practically ripped it from its hinges. I quickly survey the corridor, looking around for any forms of life. I took a step out, the coast being clear. I turn a corner and collided with Tseng.

He caught me as I stumbled back. “Ah, you’re awake. I was just coming to get you up.”

“Tseng, where am I? How did I get here and where the FUCK ARE MY CLOTHES?”

“Calm down, you’re at my apartment. You’re perfectly safe. And your clothes are here.” He handed them to me and I snatched them from him, tucking them under the bulky duvet that was hiding my state of undress.

“Tseng, I want an explanation. I don’t remember a god damn thing!”

Tseng raised his hands, motioning me to calm. “I’ll explain everything once you’ve settled down. I’ve placed clean towels in the bathroom, and I’ll have something ready for you to eat once you’ve finished getting dressed.”

“It better be a damn good explanation” I yelled, stomping down the corridor towards the… Wait.

“WHERE IS THE GODDAMN BATHROOM?”

“Just on the left there, sir” Tseng gestured, grinning at my obvious state of rage and finding it utterly hilarious.

I turned to him and glared, storming into the room and slamming the door behind me. I managed to get the duvet caught in the door. ARGH, FUCK!
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