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to the eyes of a regular spherite, the strong lights and mild warmth surrounding him are just the regular 11 am sun. for him, after spending so much time in the ground, it’s blinding and burning, making his disguise all the more inconvenient. the leather of his mask sticked to his forehead and his neck, as well as the flowy layers hugging his body; but he had a mission and not even the uncomfortable sweat coating his skin could stop him.
he arrived at his destination and waited a bit before approaching the door, looking around to check if somebody would see him. knowing the coast was clear, he knocked thrice, a specific rhythm that would reveal his identity to the person at the other side of the door. he smiled when it opened for him and he stepped inside silently, waiting until the door was closed behind him to speak.
— didn’t think i’d see you today, he just went out but might come back any minute. where you that desperate to see me again? — recto asked, grinning confidently as he usually did.
— let’s be quick, then. — hurried tamsy, seeing the smile on the other man’s face grow a little.
— so eager, aren't you? — he questioned but complied at the same time, taking off his coat as he spoke. he was expecting the shorter man to take of his mask, but instead, he reached inside his coat and took out a big spear.
he didn’t have time to react when it pierced through his chest, making him gasp and grab the blonde’s shoulders. he buried his nails on them, suppressing a scream of pain and surprise, indignation even. he couldn’t have guessed their arrangement would end up this way after all the nights, or afternoons, he had spent with the other.
tamsy laid him down on the floor, the blade still poking out his chest. for a second, he considered giving his body a more graceful goodbye, but his sharp ears noticed hurried footsteps on their way to the house, so he knew it was time. he grabbed the book hurriedly and fled out, his method sloppier than it usually was. for that same reason, he couldn’t prevent clashing with a kid going in the opposite direction as him, his heart beating anxiously in his head. he cursed under his breath, picking up the book and resuming his run.
— what’s up with him? — he heard as he moved away, recognizing that voice.
his steps announced his arrival before his face could show, now no longer under a disguise, but with his long hair falling over his cheeks. he greeted the woman at the reception, taking a magazine out of the bag he was carrying, sliding it on her desk and seeing her face brighten, leaving the thing she was working on to focus on the gift.
— good to see you again, tamsy. — she said cordially, reciprocating the energy coming from the man.
— likewise. is the boss in his office? — he cut to the chase, knowing semiu would appreciate his straigh-forwardness.
— you’re in luck, he just arrived. — she received a soft smile from the blonde, who tucked his hair behind one of his ears, resuming his walk now heading to the boss's office patiently.
— boss. — he greeted, making his presence known while heading into the room. he approached the desk, sitting on top of it instead of the chair in front of it. the taller man lifted his chin, looking at him unamused by his behaviour.
— you’re back sooner than i expected. — arkha pointed out, his words lacking the surprised tone you could expect from them.
— i brought you a gift — he stated, revealing the bag and putting it on his lap. he grabbed a little cup half filled with vanilla cake and topped with cream and strawberries. — . i didn’t have much time to look for anything bigger, but i promise to make it up for you another day. —
— where exactly were you, tamsy? — he asked, sounding slightly annoyed, feeling as if the other was acting dumb.
— i told you, i took the morning off. wanted to breathe some fresh air, walk a bit and grab some cake. doesn’t it look delicious? i knew i have to bring you some — he answered cheerfully, taking off the lid from the container. — . oh, how clumsy of me… i assumed they’d give me a spoon so i didn’t ask for one. such a shame, but we just can’t let this go to waste, can’t we? — he grabbed one syrup coated strawberry with two fingertips, pushing it into his mouth while keeping eye contact with the other.
— oh, don’t be nasty, isn't it sticky? — arkha complained, watching him lick his fingers. his execution was perfect, he looked casual enough it didn't feel forced, but also obscene enough it made him forget what he was questioning the blonde about.
— just a little, but i don’t mind, i’m used to dealing with worse stuff out there — he answered, reaching the cup again with his wet fingers and grabbing another strawberry. this time, he leaned forward a bit and put it against the boss’s lips, expecting him to eat it. — . i can do it for you if you don't want to get your hands dirty. — he offered as if it wasn’t that big of a deal.
— i’m not a child, you know? i could just grab a spoon. — the brunette sounded moodier than regularly, which made the smaller one wary, he was running out of time.
— rather than a child, you look like an emperor, getting pampered and hand fed — he added humorously and lighthearted, but those words tickled something deep inside arkhas self. — . you seem stressed, your majesty, let me take care of you. — he added ceremoniously.
— don’t. i don't even like being called “boss”, never mind “majesty”. — he got distracted with his protest and didn't notice when the other pushed his head softly into his lap, caressing his head with a feather-like touch.
— but we both know that isn’t the case, isn’t it, boss? — his fingers ran through his hair, taking off the elastic that held his locks out of his face and letting them drop. — in fact, we both know you enjoy it a bit too much. i can feel your heart on my knee and it's beating like crazy. —
— we can’t keep doing this, tamsy, it’s unprofessional. — he resisted, but his body betrayed him. he got comfortable on the other’s lap and his hand found his slender leg under the wide pants he wore.
— did you get that excited over a strawberry? and you haven’t even tried it — the blonde pointed out, still holding the fruit close to his lips. when the other one opened his mouth to speak, he pushed it past them, forcing him to eat it. at the same time, he approached his foot to the others lap, resting it over the space between his legs. — . it’s great, isn’t it? so fresh and sweet, you can’t find fruit this good every day. — he moved his foot around softly, matching the way he was petting his hair.
— god… — the taller one stuttered, grabbing his calf with some more strength. tamsy thought he was trying to stop him, but he brought him closer to his body, surprising him.
— you’re always so needy, boss… did you miss me that bad? — he laughed softly, letting the other man run his hands up his leg. soon, the position got uncomfortable for arkha and he lifted his head from the blonde’s lap, looking up at him with his deep, grey eyes. he took off his hand from inside his pants and got up, now holding into his thigh and standing up in front of him. this time, tamsy had to look up at him, holding the cup in his hand again. — do you want some more, boss? — he scooped some cream on his fingers and offered it to him, ignoring the way the other was manhandling him.
it was like they were on different wavelengths, the smaller one in a softer and sleepier dance and the taller rampant and hurried, as if he didn’t have much time. the brunette peeped his tongue out of his mouth and cleaned the cream off the smaller’s fingers, holding it on the tip before he got closer, kissing him urgently. his hands parted the other’s legs, making space for him to be able to get closer to his body, like something in his brain snapped, the threads holding his patience perhaps.
tamsy found it amusing that, after all this time, the taller one still tried to resist his urges. it was adorable that he tried to pretend he didn't want this minutes before he was shoving his tongue dipped in cream into the honey eyed, letting him taste it too. tamsy hummed delighted, his clean hand grabbing the taller's waist and pulling him closer to his body.
— wait- tamsy, wait. i think somebody’s coming. — they stopped abruptly and, just in case, tamsy got off the desk hurriedly, fixing his clothes while he listened to the footsteps approaching.
— boss? — they could hear the voice of akuta’s team leader from outside, at least he had the decency of asking before coming in, they’ve had issues with a younger cleaner before who had the bad habit of not knocking.
— come in! — arkha allowed while tamsy fixed his hair with his clean hand.
— oh, tamsy- — enjin seemed surprised to see him. — . sorry, i didn’t know you were busy. i was just passing by to inform i’m heading to a no man’s land by myself. but i’ll stay available if you need me for anything. —
arkha nodded and the cleaner left, ignoring the clear tension between the two men. but the mood was ruined and his job was done, so tamsy stood up in front of the desk again, smiling politely.
— i’ll be leaving now, boss. hope you enjoy the rest of the dessert. i’ll be in my room if i am needed again. — he said casually before leaving the room, as if he hadn’t left arkha with his heart attempting to escape his chest and his pants just slightly tighter around his crotch.