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Tamsy would admit that he and his boss had a rather strange arrangement when it came to days off.
Sometimes, at least. There were days where Corvus would calmly give him the weekend without a fuss, of course. He wasn't a man that liked to abuse his power over his subordinates. In fact, he had made sure to bring that up the first time Tamsy had used his alternative modes of persuasion. Tamsy hadn't minded. The shackles of professionalism had been the last thing on his mind then; but sometimes those shackles had to be sidestepped, because Corvus was still his employer, and employers weren't usually willing to hand a few weeks of off time to their subordinates just because they said please ever so nicely.
Tamsy had to take things further when he wanted a suspicious amount of time to himself. Excuses were out of the question. Corvus would not believe that Tamsy had family in the East Ward he had to visit, or an grandmother that needed his help to get her affairs in order, or even a health problem of his own that needed time and a look-see from a doctor a hundred miles away.
No, Tamsy simply wanted to travel. He wanted to gallivant about the Sphere and the Ground freely, for as much time as he wanted. His plan needed his attention. He was just about to take the biggest step, and the biggest step required just a little bit more time than usual.
Realistically, he could probably do it in a day, but once this step was taken he knew he wouldn't be able to go up to the Sphere again for quite some time. Sue him for wanting to savor it. How long should he take? A week? Two? Maybe he could take a full month to really drink in everything the Sphere had to offer. But, then again, the Sphere got oppressive after too long, and the anticipation might just kill him. Three weeks seemed like the sweet spot.
All there was left to do now was secure his vacation time. Semiu hadn't scheduled him for any missions today, meaning he had hours to work his magic. And with the boss, it almost always took hours. Not that Tamsy particularly cared—he found his times with Corvus enjoyable, to say the least.
What would he do to earn his vacation this time? He let the thought simmer as he slowly made his way through HQ. He said hi, kindly, to the people he passed by through the halls. He was in no hurry. It was hardly past noon, meaning he had a whole day and night to convince Corvus to let him run off.
When he reached the boss' office door, he brought his hand up, fingers snagging his hair tie and pulling it loose. Blond hair fell over his shoulders and back like a waterfall. He pushed it back from his eyes and let it fall naturally to one side, half-covering the scar over his right eye. Corvus had asked about the scars last time as he ran a large hand over where they covered his chest. Tamsy had told him that he'd flown too close to the sun. It wasn't entirely a lie.
He pushed the door to Corvus' office open then. The man was at his desk, chair swiveled so he could face the massive window behind it. The eye on the back of his head, the tattoo, locked onto Tamsy the moment he stepped in. Corvus' own eyes locked onto Tamsy in the window's reflection.
"Tamsy," he said, like he'd been expecting him. In all likelihood, he had been. Corvus had this way of knowing things, and Tamsy wanted to learn all about it. He would make it come out somehow, one way or another. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Tamsy shrugged as he pushed the door shut behind him, leaning against it as the latch clicked. As he replied, his fingers slowly crept up to the lock, blocked from view by his body, turning it. "Can't a man come and say hi to his boss?"
Corvus spun around in his chair, facing Tamsy now. He was smiling easily, but there was something in his eyes. "You and I both know that's never all it is when it comes to you."
Tamsy hummed, hands dropping back to his sides. "This is true, I suppose." He paused. "What's caught your attention today? It's not often I come in and you're… window gazing."
Corvus beckoned him forth with a finger, and as Tamsy walked over, around the right side of his desk, he turned in his chair and pointed at the horizon. "The Sphere's come close. It's raining trash all the way over there."
"I see." Tamsy looked out far, watching the trash as it came down. "I've always found it strange that people worship the Sphere and the trash they bury us with."
"Some people find more interesting ways to cope with the reality of life on the Ground than we do," Corvus said nonchalantly. "Who are we to judge the religious fanatics when we ourselves love material items so much they become Vital Instruments?"
"Perhaps nobody. But… It's like a dog, beaten and thrown out onto the side of the road, chasing after the car and curling back up at its master's feet," Tamsy said. He stood close to Corvus now, one hand braced against the dark wood of the desk. The trash continued to rain down. "They pollute our world, smother us with trash, kill our children and create our trash beasts, and yet these people watch and tell themselves it's a benevolent act from a righteous God."
A long, sharp silence filled the office. Tamsy continued to stare out the glass, at the trash flowing like water. Corvus did not stand up. His elbow rested on his desk, fist propping up his head.
He spoke just as Tamsy glanced down at him. "Where did you learn that word, Tamsy?"
The look in his eyes was accusatory, but he already knew. Tamsy knew that he knew, and that he knew he knew. There wasn't much of a point in these theatrics. If he wanted to stop him, he would have done so already.
"Where did you?" Tamsy asked lightly.
The noise that left Corvus was halfway between a laugh and a scoff. Tamsy felt a grin split his face. He turned his attention back to the falling trash.
"The questions you ask, Tamsy, and the things you say…" Corvus chided. "Someone ought to sew your mouth shut before you make a remark you can't take back."
"I would be honored if it were you holding the needle, Boss." Tamsy gave the slightest suggestion of a bow.
"I'll keep that in mind," Corvus said. "But could you do me a favor and tell me why you're here? Surely not just to make delusional philosophic conversation about the Sphere and God."
The way Corvus said the word God so candidly and without pause sent a pleasant shiver down Tamsy's spine. It was always the strangest things, he found, that aroused him. He was not a man often swayed by the pleasures of the flesh. More often than not he thought it base and beneath him, but there was something different about Corvus. His body, his eyes, his voice and especially the words he said with it, all set something ablaze inside of Tamsy.
If he was this hot this early on, he was going to have oh so much fun later.
His other hand came to the desk, and he pushed himself up onto the surface of it, crossing his right leg over his left and leaning back. "I need time off, I'm afraid."
"Now?" Corvus asked, looking up at him. "With all the new trash beasts springing up? How much time are we talking?"
"Hm…" Tamsy took off his coat slowly, folding it in his arms. "Sorry, It's a bit warm in here. About… three weeks. Two, maybe. Starting tomorrow."
"Three weeks? Tomorrow?" Wordlessly, Corvus took the coat from his hands and set it on the far side of his desk. "And might I ask what you need that time for on such short notice?"
Tamsy inched just a bit closer to him, so that his foot nearly brushed the side of his chair. His head tilted to the side, toward Corvus, and his hair pooled on the desk in front of him. "You know how I get all cooped up. I need some time to myself to… wander."
"Wander, is that it?" Corvus nodded, unimpressed.
"What was the quote? I went to No Man's Land because I wished to live deliberately?" Tamsy smiled at him.
Corvus' hand came up and rested on Tamsy's knee. "You can only live deliberately in No Man's Land for so long."
"Maybe so," Tamsy said lowly, leaning in. "But I like being adventurous. And deliberate."
"Yes, I've learned that." Corvus squeezed his knee. "But three weeks, Tamsy?"
"Two is fine."
Corvus stood up then, pushing Tamsy's legs open so he could comfortably stand between them, hands on his thighs just above his knees. Tamsy schooled his expression into something neutral before it could give away the excitement that had just crashed over him like a wave and dragged him into the undertow.
"You drive a hard bargain, you know." Corvus released his grip on Tamsy's thighs and dragged his fingers down his tie. Suddenly, he pulled it tight, stealing Tamsy's breath from him in an instant. Tamsy had to physically stop himself from allowing his eyes to roll into the back of his skull.
"What can I say?" Tamsy rasped. His body moved before his mind, and he tried to shut his legs to press his thighs together. Anything for a bit of friction. But Corvus' sturdy hips blocked him. "Perhaps I ask too much."
"Perhaps not." Corvus let his tie be, but began undoing the tassels of his hair, pulling the blue locks out of their white holders. He pushed all of Tamsy's hair behind his shoulders.
"Do you know how long it takes me to do my hair in the morning?" Tamsy said.
"It was going to come down eventually anyway." Corvus was close, so close. He ran his fingers through Tamsy's hair, tugging gently to tilt Tamsy's head back, forcing eye contact. "But if you're so distraught about it, let me help you tie it back up before you leave."
"I'm very particular, Boss," Tamsy said as Corvus' other hand wandered up his shoulder and then down his chest.
"Particularly infuriating."
Corvus finally closed the distance between them with a rough yank of Tamsy's tie, smashing their lips together. It was rough and desperate from the start. Corvus' grip on his tie was steadfast and the hold he had on the back of Tamsy's neck kept them pressed together. Tamsy's hands shot up as well, cupping Corvus' face as he leaned helplessly into the kiss.
Tamsy allowed Corvus to lick into his mouth the moment his tongue searched for entrance and slid his arms around Corvus' shoulders in response. He allowed himself to submit to the touch completely for now. It had been a while since they'd done this. A while since Tamsy had needed something. Tamsy wanted a moment to revel in Corvus' naturally dominant disposition. The man's hand in his hair tightened, forcing him impossibly closer.
Tamsy couldn't stop himself for much longer. When Corvus' hand went to undo his tie, he broke the kiss with difficulty and nudged the man's head up with his own so he could lick and bite hard at his neck. Corvus shoved him back immediately, re-tightening his tie to get him back into his control. Tamsy only shuddered at the sensation.
"Did I tell you that you could do that?" He glared down at Tamsy.
"What, I need permission now?" Tamsy asked, breathless. "Last time…"
"Last time, you weren't planning on taking off for three weeks, starting tomorrow." Corvus tugged on his tie. "New rules. See if you can keep up."
"Like I said, two is fine—" Tamsy gasped sharply, his voice cut off, when Corvus grabbed him by the hips and pulled him harshly to the edge of the desk, flush against him. He could feel exactly how much Corvus was enjoying this—perhaps only slightly less than Tamsy was. "Alright. New rules. I'll try my best."
Corvus kissed him slower this time, hands still holding tight onto his hips. Corvus rolled his own forward, pressing them together in the best possible way, and Tamsy let out an involuntary moan against the larger man's tongue. Oh, this was fun.
"Are you going to play nice this time?" Corvus mumbled against his lips. "I don't like having to run to Eishia when we're done."
A low, barely there laugh escaped Tamsy. "Don't you?"
Corvus finally pulled Tamsy's tie off and discarded it on the floor, kissing him again while he began undoing the buttons on Tamsy's shirt with one hand. There went his leash. Tamsy was free to do as he pleased now. Tamsy shivered as his shirt was opened up and his chest was bared to the cool air.
Corvus broke the kiss and let his fingers pass over Tamsy's scars. "How often would you say you fly close enough to the sun to burn?"
"Oh, this topic again?" Tamsy hummed. He pushed his hips forward; conversation was the last thing on his mind. "I was joking when I said that, you know."
"Behind every joke are layers upon layers of truths. You just need to know which ones to peel back."
"Mh? Which one of us is being needlessly philosophical now?"
Corvus took off his gloves. "Only one of us is a pathological liar."
Tamsy snickered. "Now, now, we both know that's not true—"
Corvus' rough hand was between Tamsy's legs in an instant, pressing down on the clothed heat of him in a way that made him gasp. Tamsy's legs twitched and his body begged for more of the touch against his will. His back arched when Corvus pressed harder, two fingers rubbing slowly over him.
"You have a way of running your mouth. Do you know how much you get on my nerves sometimes? Is it intentional?"
"Is anything we do ever not intentional?" Tamsy managed. "Such is the nature of… of…"
"You'll get there. Take your time." Corvus' free hand undid Tamsy's belt and the tie on his pants, allowing his more ambitious hand to creep under his pants and underwear. His middle finger slid down through Tamsy's folds. "Have you been this wet the whole time?"
"Who's to say?" Tamsy drawled.
Corvus pulled his hand out of Tamsy's pants, and he couldn't hold back the whine that came with the sudden lack of stimulation. Corvus shoved Tamsy's arms off of his shoulders and then pushed his wet finger into Tamsy's mouth. The taste of himself melted on his tongue like butter, and, offended, he bit down on the invading digit. In response, Corvus forced the finger deeper and pressed down on Tamsy's tongue. He gagged, sputtered, and coughed as Corvus pulled his finger out.
He was going to pay for that.
Ten times over, he was going to pay for that.
"Look at you," Corvus said. "You seem very angry at me."
"That's not true," Tamsy said, eyes heavy. He grabbed the lapel of Corvus' heavy coat. "I'm only considering the unfairness of the situation. Look at me and look at you. I feel… exposed. We're equals here, are we not?"
"Equals," Corvus agreed. He slipped off his jacket and carelessly threw it to the ground. It was done with such little deference than he had used to set aside Tamsy's coat. It made him giddy. He unstrapped his yellow tank top next and discarded it with just as much disregard. His shirt came off after that.
Tamsy admired his body. It was truly the only one he'd ever had a hunger for. At least, one that wasn't fleeting. His continued interest in Corvus baffled even himself. It was an irrational thing, his attraction to the man. But what fun thing wasn't irrational?
"You too, now." Corvus untucked Tamsy's open shirt and helped him get it fully off. He set it down with his jacket.
Tamsy's shoes and pants were next on the chopping block, and then his underwear, until he was sitting naked and pretty on Corvus' desk. Tamsy reached for Corvus' belt, but his hand was swiftly smacked away.
"Don't rush me," Corvus scolded.
"Hm? Not so much equals anymore," Tamsy said, all but pouting.
"Patience, Tamsy," Corvus said. "You'll get what you want in time. I'm not the one who's taking a three week vacation on half a day's notice."
"You are quite keen on torturing your subordinate, however," Tamsy murmured, running his hands up Corvus' chiseled body, over his abs, up past his chest, and around his shoulders.
"I can give you torture if that's what you want," Corvus muttered back. "You forget yourself, Tamsy…"
Tamsy kissed him softly. Corvus responded in turn. One of his hands crept between Tamsy's legs again, rubbing tight circles against his sensitive bud. Tamsy twitched and groaned and deepened the kiss. His arms wrapped fully around Corvus' neck again, only coming down when he kissed a trail from Corvus' mouth to his neck, where he began biting. This time, as his nails raked down the man's chest, Corvus did not stop him. He bit and sucked dark bruises into the sturdy column of his throat, and at the same time, Corvus pushed a single finger into his aching, dripping hole.
Tamsy arched and bit down hard on Corvus' collarbone. A string of saliva connected him to the bite when he pulled back. He could see the indents his teeth had left and felt himself grow even more aroused. He didn't kiss over it or lick it to soothe the pain. He wanted to do it again. He wanted to make it hurt more. He wanted to hear Corvus gasp and feel him wince away from his touch. Part of him wanted Corvus to hate him, and another part wanted him to keep coming back for the pain like he always did. Seeing Corvus when he was done with him, bleeding and bruised and approving his time off, that was the best part of these encounters.
Corvus forced another finger into him, pumping in and out, grinding the heel of his palm against Tamsy's clit. He slammed them in hard, making Tamsy jump, and searched for that sensitive spot deep inside of him. Tamsy was already twitching. His open legs wrapped around Corvus' waist, ankles locking together so he could tug him closer.
His climax built slowly and steadily. He could feel himself gradually climbing to orgasm and it made him quiver and shake. Corvus found the spot, and Tamsy couldn't help himself.
This time he bit above the collarbone, on the space between Corvus' shoulder and neck. His teeth dug in cruelly, and he heard the man grunt in pain above him. He was struck with the urge to tear, to rip out a chunk of Corvus' flesh just to prove that he could.
But he refrained. He could be good when he wanted to be.
He settled for continuing to dig his teeth in until he tasted metal under the sharp points of his canines. Corvus cursed above him. Tamsy did not stop. He clawed at the man's shoulders as he buried his teeth in deeper, only pulling back to lap up the thick, dark blood directly from the wound.
Corvus' head rested against Tamsy's shoulder. He slammed his fingers deep inside of Tamsy again, his pace and roughness picking up. Tamsy pulled him ever closer with his legs.
"If you keep that up…" Tamsy forced out. "I'm going to come."
"Go on," Corvus encouraged.
Tamsy was there. He was right at the precipice already. The salty-metallic taste of Corvus' blood had nearly sent him over the edge before. He leaned heavily into Corvus, his mouth close to the still bleeding wound. Corvus hit his sweet spot again. Tamsy bit down over the last bite mark. Corvus groaned. At the same time, his body locked up and the tension within him snapped like a thread pulled taut, too much weight on either end. He whimpered loudly, the sound muffled by Corvus' flesh. His legs quaked as Corvus worked him through the aftershocks, fingers deep inside of him, stroking his walls. Tamsy savored the liquid on his tongue and moaned as he lapped it up.
In time, Corvus withdrew his fingers from Tamsy's aching cunt and, while his other hand held Tamsy's limp body upright, forced the wet fingers into his mouth again. This bite was reflexive and involuntary, but he meant it the same.
Corvus didn't take it so well. Instead of making him gag on them again, he slammed Tamsy down onto the desk, sending things toppling off. Tamsy winced. His shoulder had hit the hard wooden surface at a rather unpleasant angle.
"We really have to do something about that mouth of yours." Corvus grabbed him by the jaw. "What was it you said? You would be honored if it were me holding the needle? Do you have a color of thread you prefer, Tamsy?"
Tamsy should have wanted to lash out. Part of him did. A bigger part was absolutely, reprehensibly, disgustingly giddy at the fact that he'd managed to get the boss so annoyed with him that he was threatening to sew his mouth shut for real. And maybe that had potential to harm his off time, but truly, how was he to resist when it was so easy for him to get on his calm and understanding boss' nerves?
"How could someone ever worship the Sphere or God when…" Tamsy looked up at Corvus. His head was haloed in the sun behind him, outside the window. "When there are such better things to give yourself up to?"
Corvus tilted Tamsy's head to the side, as if examining it. "Are you comparing me to God?"
"I'm saying you are… a spiritual experience," Tamsy said, his voice half a moan. "If I had to compare you to anything… it would be the view of the gold in a sunset from the tallest trash pile in a No Man's Land. The way the colors swallow you whole… Invade your soul and permeate you with divinity… You are positively divine."
"And you're talking crazy." Corvus unbuckled his belt with his free hand, pulling it out of the loops and holding it up threateningly. "Open wide."
"Oh, don't gag me," Tamsy said. "That's so boring of you. Don't you appreciate the sweet nothings I whisper into your ear? Don't you want me to tell you how angelic you are while you—"
"Maybe," Corvus cut him off, pressing the belt to his mouth and hooking it into the buckle so that he could pull it tight. It was too big to fit inside of Tamsy's mouth, but it fit over it snugly, muffling his every attempt at vocalization. "But you need to be taught a lesson. Did your parents never teach you that biting people is bad manners? I'll have to make sure that doesn't get infected now."
Tamsy yanked the belt down to say, stubbornly, "You didn't stop me."
Corvus refastened the belt much more tightly this time, ensuring that Tamsy couldn't move it.
"And now you can't stop me," Corvus said, undoing the button of his jeans and unzipping his fly. "And I plan to make this worth my while. You're going to lie back and take what I give you, alright? Then you can wander off as far as you want. Just understand your sorry ass is going to be on D-list assignments for quite a while once those three weeks are up. I know how much you hate doing busy work."
Tamsy whined in protest.
"That's right." Corvus fished himself out of his pants. "Whine all you want. I'm going to love this. Let me give one of my best Cleaners some attention before he runs off."
Tamsy spread his legs wide, ankles hooking around Corvus' slim waist again. The man's heavy cock rested hard and ready atop his mound. Tamsy groaned and squeezed Corvus' waist with his thighs. This was the part, aside from the taste and feel of Corvus' pain, that Tamsy savored the most—the moments just before Corvus forced himself inside, and the moments during, where they were chest to chest and Tamsy was impaled on the size of him.
Corvus grabbed himself, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down Tamsy's wet slit. He exhaled sharply, hot breath trapped by the leather of the belt. He couldn't tell if he was dizzy from arousal or the lack of air. He breathed in slowly through his nose as Corvus hiked one of his legs up, throwing it over his injured shoulder. Tamsy reveled in the way the blood smeared over his calf at the movement.
Corvus leaned down, burying his face in Tamsy's neck and pressing his thigh to his chest as the head of his cock nudged his entrance. Tamsy held Corvus close. It was almost an embrace, but his nails dug into his shoulders, and the moment Corvus pushed in, just the first inch to start, Tamsy was clawing up his back. Corvus swore against Tamsy's neck, going still for a moment before continuing to push in.
It wasn't gentle; not Corvus' action and not Tamsy's. But Tamsy's was particularly violent in nature. He could've come from the sound of Corvus' discomfort alone. There was something so hot and electric about his reactions, and Tamsy could feel himself losing the last shreds of humanity to the feel of the man inside of him. If he had his mouth free, he might have been tempted to tear Corvus' throat out in the exact position they were in now. But he was gagged, and so he was forced to settle for the next best thing.
By the time Corvus had bottomed out, there were seven deep, long scratches in his back. Tamsy held his hand up over the man's head, just to check that they were weeping blood. The tips of his fingers were coated in the sticky red. Warmth bloomed within Tamsy like a flower.
Corvus pulled almost completely out and slammed back in without warning. Tamsy yelped against the belt, his back arching and his nails digging in deeper. Deeper, deeper, ever deeper. How many layers of skin could Tamsy claw through before Corvus finally flipped him over and took him from the back, with a firm grip in his hair and filthy, degrading words whispered in his ear?
You're the devil, he would say.
And what are you? Tamsy would reply.
In his head, Tamsy thought Corvus might tell him that he was God. If he did, Tamsy would think, God is inside of me. God loves me. And he would get off on being the worst, most sinful bastard on the Ground while God pounded him stupid and called him Angel. Or Devil. Who was the son of the morning if not an Angel fallen from the Sphere to the Ground? From Heaven to Hell?
But Corvus wasn't exactly God, not in his entirety. Tamsy would have to settle for the pounding part of the fantasy, which he was fulfilling quite well. Corvus was never kind with his thrusts, but Tamsy never asked him to be. Pain and pleasure blurred in his mind like two wires crossed that were never meant to be.
Corvus' pace was fast and hard, and Tamsy found himself holding onto Corvus tight. His sweaty back kept him stuck to the desk, but he still felt like each drive of the man's strong hips might throw him off. He wanted his mouth free. He wanted to bite down and never let go.
It was Corvus' mouth on his neck, this time. Breath hot, teeth sharp. He didn't bite the way Tamsy did. He didn't take as much pleasure in watching people squirm from the pain. Tamsy wanted to know how much it would take to get Corvus to that point. To see how far he could push until the man really hurt him.
Tamsy's walls spasmed around Corvus' cock, which pushed so deep on his next thrust that Tamsy wondered whether or not, if he looked down through the non-existent space between their bodies, he might see his flat stomach bulge under its assault. He knew he wouldn't. It still felt like Corvus had shoved up all the way into his lungs.
Tamsy nearly went limp at the feeling, at the way Corvus ground against his pelvis for a few torturous moments before he went right back to pounding into him. Tamsy listened to the moans that spilled like ambrosia from Corvus' lips against his neck and couldn't hold back his own. He whimpered against the belt when Corvus nipped at his sensitive flesh, moaned loudly when he thrust in, moaned even louder when he went balls-deep.
His fingers were wet and sticky from tearing up Corvus' back, but he wouldn't stop until the man emptied the evidence of his pleasure deep inside of him. Tamsy would take every last bit of that pleasure and every bit of vacation time that came from it.
"You are being… troublesome," Corvus gritted out. "Would you like me to bind your wrists, next?"
The noise that came from Tamsy was nearly a snarl. His nails dug in harder.
"No…" Corvus laughed hoarsely, his voice pained. "That would just encourage you. You would find something to do anyway."
Another thrust, and Tamsy laughed involuntarily against the belt. He was halfway to delirium at the feeling of Corvus splitting him open. When he gasped, he couldn't get any air in, the leather blocking him. It made him dizzy and he delighted in the fact. There was something so exhilarating about losing his breath for a moment and having to remind himself to breathe through his nose.
"That's a new sound," Corvus said. "It feels good?"
Tamsy nodded, whining high. He needed Corvus to be closer, though it wasn't possible. He needed their bodies to eclipse and become one; they would become some higher being together, ascend. As far as ascendance went, Tamsy thought this was pretty damn close.
Close…
"Are you almost there?" Corvus asked. Tamsy nodded, his eyes fluttering shut and rolling into the back of his head. "No, no, open. Look at me. I want to you to look me in the eyes when you come. Can you do that for me?"
Tamsy reluctantly opened his eyes and fixed them on Corvus', on the godly man in front of him. The inexplicable amount of power he held over Tamsy made the knot in his stomach tighten, the same way Tokushin's threads did when he pushed them too far. He was far gone, his vision blurring at the edges. Light leaked over Corvus' head.
God, he wanted to say. How you look right now.
Another hysterical laugh tried to escape him. He could've sworn he went blind at every deep, punishing thrust. Oh, how Tamsy loved the way Corvus behaved when he was annoyed with him. All that, and still the man could never say no. Not to Tamsy's eyes, to his sweet words, to his body.
"Come on," Corvus breathed. "There's no need to draw this out. Come for me. Please."
Tamsy's body heard the words before his mind did. His breath left him, as did his vision, and his entire being shook, physical and metaphysical and all. He didn't bother to muffle the loud, keening moan that escaped from behind his teeth. The heat that absorbed him and snapped within him was Heaven and Hell joining, coming apart, and joining again. The hot blood of the man above him was caught underneath his fingernails and he wanted desperately to taste it again.
Corvus followed soon after him, groaning and burying himself deep inside of Tamsy when his release hit him, then fucking every last spurt of his come deeper and deeper, until Tamsy was convinced that his walls would be bruised forevermore. He went limp, fingers losing their violent grip and hands falling to the desk with an audible thud, head lolling to the side. He tried to remember how to breathe.
Tamsy nearly sobbed when Corvus pulled out of him. He wanted this to go on—he never wanted it to end. He felt a deep sense of need for this man that almost frightened him. Perhaps he had been trained after all, the same as those dogs that worshiped the Sphere. Hadn't he said it himself? That there were much better things to worship? Well, he supposed, he could kneel and pray if need be. He would sort this out when he was of clear mind.
Corvus took the belt off of Tamsy's mouth and cleaned him up, then spent time helping him redress, and holding his waist as he stood up again. Tamsy leaned heavily against the desk.
It was almost a surprise when Corvus leaned down and kissed him, cupping the back of his neck gently. When he pulled back, he asked, "Would you like me to help you put your hair back up?"
"No," Tamsy said, his voice still carrying a note of breathlessness that he couldn't seem to work out. "I think I'll keep it down for the rest of the day. It's not like I have anything scheduled."
"Yes, two weeks all to yourself. What do you think you'll do with it?" Tamsy must've pulled a face, because Corvus barked out a laugh. "Ah? I thought you said two was fine."
"It is," Tamsy said haughtily, tilting his chin up.
"Three's fine," Corvus said. "Get out of my office before I change my mind."
Tamsy bowed and sauntered slowly over to the door of the office, turning the lock again and casting one final glance over his shoulder. "Goodbye, Arkha."
The man raised a single eyebrow. "Pardon?"
Tamsy smiled pleasantly. "Goodbye, Boss."
"That's what I thought," Corvus said. "Take care, now."
"Oh, you know I will."
Tamsy opened the door and stepped through, carefully shutting it behind him once he was safely within the hall. He ran the nail of his index finger over his teeth, trying to dig out any leftover traces of the man's blood so he could savor the taste just a bit longer.
Well, he thought as the iron hit his tongue, all that's left to do now is to kill a Sphereite.