Something I Can Never Forget

Eli was easily convinced to lay down with the other, almost collapsing as soon as he was against him again, slowly allowing his embrace to weaken, fingers tracing the deep paths where his nails had dug in, feeling the wettness from the mix of what was probably blood and sweat. His body was quickly working it out, letting that sweet high slip away, the pill he'd taken already sweating through the pores of his skin and still dripping from the tip of his fading erection. It was beginning to set in again. All the insanity of both of their lives. His arms began to grow into a looser and looser embrace as his breath slowed to near sleeping.

He'd never been able to relax as much as he was now, never been able to feel so rested. Sleep lingered just beyond the lids of his eyes, tugging at him, beckoning him to come and join the rest of the world in sweet sleep. As his eyes began to close, they seemed to almost soften into a glare. "I hate you." He muttered out, face pressed into the hollow of his neck, lips pressed to skin. His hands had come to rest in almost lover-like touches against his shoulders, body still wrapped around him as he relaxed beyond any point he'd experienced in the last seven years of his life. "I hate you..." As he slowly leaned up, holding himself up by shere will as he reached for his lips with his own, an oddly gentle kiss placed against them compared to all else they'd done, to the frenzied, almost violent sex.

If there was a time that Bryant had been more relaxed in all of his years, than he certainly couldn't remember it well. Ever since the flood so many years ago, there had not been a true moment of peace in his life. Eyes seemed to narrow even more in response when he heard the words being uttered by the other, words of hate and things of the like; it had to have come back into play sooner or later. Though at the moment, he had been opting for later. "I know..." It really was all that he could think to say in response, knowing all too well that Elijah had hated the sight of him ever since that dreadful night. Lips were pressed against his in a rather sensitive manner, pulling back once more after a few seconds, taking in the ever changing look on the others features. It would seem that he would go back to hating his very existence in a matter of minutes, or hours if he was lucky enough.

The feeling of sleep and slight bliss still seemed to drag him down once again, eyes closing completely as he fell into a light and somewhat peaceful slumber, subconciously wishing that this never had to end.

Most people would have thought that he would have taken advatage of the other, would have hurt him in some way, or, at the very least, would have gotten up and left. But he didn't. He very carefully untwined their enough so that he could reach the pillows above them, dragging them down and under both their heads, a shared space as he lay back down atop the other man, wrapping back around him with his face beside his own, somehow, in every way still in contact with him physically. The blanket trapped beneath them was folded to cover them and, with that done, Eli joined Bryant in his peaceful slumber. For the first time in seven years, Elijah didn't dream of nightmarish things, and didn't wake up in silent screams and a cold sweat.

When Eli did wake up, it was slow and almost nice, the dreams of the night before faded already and gone, nothing remembered of what he'd imagined in the night, but it was better than remembering the nightmare, wasn't it? That is, until he noticed all those lovely side-effects of the pill he'd taken the night before. He'd never had to pee so badly in all of his life. He rose from the bed without thinking about the body beneath his, emptying his bladder and washing his hands before gulping down three of the water bottles in the little fridge, probably around fifteen bucks a pop, but he didn't care. He looked about the room in slight confusion, his vision a little blurred, but nothing he couldn't deal with. The odd lapse in short term memory made him wonder just what on earth he was doing here. And why his rear and back hurt like that.

That is, until he got close enough to the blurry bed to see another person laying on top of it. Oh god, he hadn't been that hard up, had he? He sighed to himself mentally and shook his head. Some random stranger, no doubt, some girl he'd met at that club the night before. Oh well, he at least hoped she was pretty. And wouldn't talk about any of this. He walked over the bed to look down at the still blanket covered person...and his mind completely stopped. Even in the odd blur, even without being able to see beyond the reach of his hand, he knew that face. It'd haunted him seven years, he'd never forget it. He recoiled in disgust and suddenly, as though a broken dam, his memories flooded back. He saw himself writhing beneath the man, riding him like a madman, begging, pleading, and finally cumming. He saw himself curling around him; reminding him that he hated him.

He saw his world of the past seven years suddenly crumbling. Oh, gods, this couldn't have happened. This shoudln't have happened! He could already feel the anger rising up in him again. He could feel that hatred bubbling to an all-time high and his mind seethed out the thought of murder. But his body, his wretched body, betrayed him. And he couldn't do it. Instead, he dressed as best he could, gathering what few things he actually had, and decided to disappear. For the first time since he'd gone into business at all, Elijah took a day off.

He didn't show up to the internation executive business he'd quietly, efficiently run without a hitch for seven years, didn't so much as call the secretary who'd devoted herself so completely she spent the morning calling hospitals and checking John Does, and didn't even leave a note for the still sleeping man in the hotel room he'd paid for and left with an open tab and his credit card downstairs.

A feeling of complete and utter satisfaction seemed to be how he had felt when he'd first woken up, stretching his arms out to reach either end of the unusually large bed only to grasp onto thin air, it would seem that the other had managed to wake up before he had. A part of his brain seemed to remind him of all of the actions of the past night, the screams of ecstasy, the unabashed lust that had seeped out of each and every movement. As of right now, he didn't think that he could have felt worse, he knew better than anyone that what had happened the night before would never happen again, and his body seemed to ache in a sort of longing while his mind seemed to spin in complete circles the whole time. Just why did he ever want this to happen again? He was supposed to despise the other just as much for his completely irrational behavior, but another part of him simply craved his touch even more than the air he breathed.

One of his hands managed to reach the side of his head, vision a little blurred as a side effect from the pill he had taken the night before. A soft groan managing to pass through his lips as he slowly pulled himself out of the increasingly comfortable bed, knowing all too well that he had to at least make some kind of appearance at work, that way Julian would know his personal work-horse hadn't died. It took him less than ten minutes to pull his pants back on, but the fact that his shirt had been ripped to shreds the night before caused a grimace to be seen against his features, if he never got over the embarassment of walking through the front lobby half naked, he just might have to kill Elijah for putting him in the situation to begin with. He had never been happier when he managed to reach his apartment, quickly tossing on a clean dress shirt and a black jacket to match, adjusting it to his liking before making his way back down the sidewalks, heading for the one place he didn't want to be caught dead in today.

Sapphire eyes seemed to narrow considerably as he took notice to Julian practically speeding in his direction, carrying a rather large stack of papers at his side. "Where have you been, Bryant? I needed these done an hour ago!" It took all of his self control to keep from punching the daylights out of the man in front of him, but the last thing he needed was to cause more problems for himself in the long run, instead he took the papers from him with an irritatingly pleasing smile. Simply nodding his head before turning around and heading for his desk, this was certainly going to be a hell of a long day.

It wasn't until a little after noontime that Elijah finally showed up at the office, the soft ding of the elevator bell the only announcement of his arrival. He dressed as he always did, spick and span in black, not looking in the slightest bit disheveled, a pair of black sunglasses perched neatly in thier place, but not removed, even inside. No one needed see his eyes bloodshot and almost teary. How he would have explained that, he didn't know. At the sight of him, his secretary almost wept with joy, resuming her place at his side as though nothing had happened at all. "Send out apologies of my tardieness and work everyone from my schedule this morning into the schedule for the rest of the week. I'll need the strongest coffee that we have and bring me something else as well." Which she had already learned meant he wanted a muffin, but didn't want to sound childish.

"I'll also be needing you to pull up a few files for me." Everything in the office, in this place where he'd learned he could be almost mechanical about the things he needed to do, that he didn't need much thought beyond do this after that, ran smoothly. That is, until she brought him those 'files' he'd requested. A few on nothing, random employees to mask the one he really wanted. Bryant's file. He dismissed her and she went back to work, this time looking much more compossed than she had been that morning without her boss there to tell her what to do. Sitting alone in the top level of the building, almost half the floor devoted to his private office, he traced the folder of the file with the edge of his finger, glaring at it as though it'd done him some form of harm in and of itself.

It was nearly five o'clock when Elijah's personal secretary appeared in the public elevators, perhaps one of the rarest sights to be seen in the entire company. She waited as it stopped on the appropriate floor, as the doors slid open, and as she filed out in line with the rest of the employees. Not a few moments later, she stood in the entry of Bryant's area, since he was not afforded an office, and tapped lightly against the wall as though asking permission to enter. "You're pressence is requested..." She spoke as though it were not a request at all, but rather some unavoidable summon. "Upstairs." The word lingered in the air as some form of odd, hallowed place she spoke of rather than just the owner's office. She didn't wait for him as she started back towards the elevators. He didn't have a choice of following or not, he would follow if he liked his job at all.

It wouldn't have been such a bad idea for him to simply have gone home and not resurface for a few days, because Julian had taken every little chance to make the fact that he was late a blackmail card, though just why he even wanted to keep this seemingly deadend job really was beyond him. Blonde hair falling over his eyes in a disheveled manner as he noticed the secretary, and it didn't take him very long to put the pieces together, it would seem that Elijah wanted to make his firing personal this time. He lazily pulled himself up from his seat, rolling his eyes at the attempted glares being given to him by the secretary that he was currently following, it would take a lot more than that little display to scare him. The looks being cast in his direction from the other employees seemingly ignored as he passed by, eyes never once straying from the back of the tight-ass secretary's head. An eyebrow raised in silent question as she led him to a rather large door, signaling for him to enter. Bryant was past the point of really caring just what went on in there, his job really was something he despised more than anything else in his life, firing him would be like a little slice of heaven. His arms were crossed lightly over his chest as he walked into the room, stopping a good distance away from the 'bosses' chair, allowing a quick glance to be given behind him, noticing that the door had been closed before letting his gaze fall on the other once more. "You wanted to see me?"

"No." At the very least, he was honest about it. The desk behind which Eli sat was enomous, thick and shinning a deep cherry mahogony wood, made specifically for him and like no other in the world. A lean to his side, a press on what looked like the slightest indentation of the wood, and automatically, a small intercom rose from the wood silently. "I won't be needing anything else, Ms. Withers, you're dismissed for the day." He spoke as he pressed the button that glowed a soft red in the dimmly lit office, the usual lights lowered by a slidder that hid beneath the strong desk's surface as well. For a few moments it seemed as though she might speak back, but instead, there was only the crackling of silence on the other end before she confirmed. "Yes, sir, I'll lock the floor when I go, please do not stay too late."

That done, the little red light turned out, and outside the office, the apparent 'Ms. Withers' shut down the floor leading to the executive office, leaving no way out but the private elevator, and no way to operate that but the keys that only she and Elijah held. Unless Bryant had plans of jumping out a window sometime soon, he wasn't leaving unless Eli had a say in it. "I'll assume you remember what happened." Elijah rose from his plush, enormous chair, taking off the sunglasses and placing them on the edge of his desk as he walked around to the other side. "From your reaction and expression, I know it's true." He crossed his arms over his chest and sighed softly. "So, just what the fuck do you want, huh?" He glared up at him, head lowered and eyes slitted open, glaring death at the other man as though he deserved it.

"You think this means I'll forgive you?" He knew the other man had no real reason to ask forgiveness, that he'd done nothing wrong, had no control over what happened, but emotions generally didn't run on logic. "Or that you've reached some sort of...equilibrium?" He didn't know when he'd started, but he could already feel his eyes scanning the other, wandering down the gentle slopes of muscle, over the traces of his body, the places he'd only just the night before learned so intimately. "You think this makes you any better?" He spoke as though he spat the poisonous words out, still glaring, still cross...still staring, still remembering.

For some reason, the only thing that seemed to pop into his mind was that he didn't even deserve this little lecture that was currently being dished out, the other was just as responsible for last night as he was. A harsh scoff was heard as he listened to the other's talk about his supposed want for forgiveness, just what he had to be forgiven for he would never know, it was almost as if the other simply couldn't accept the fact that his brother died doing something he knew was extremely dangerous. "I have said nothing about goddamn forgiveness, I have done absolutely nothing wrong...as I recall you were just as willing last night." Bryant knew that he was risking his job, and possibly his own safety just so that he could wipe that 'holier than thou' look off of the others face, he was literally getting sick and tired of this already, and he had only been in the same room for a few moments.

If this was the kind of second degree that he would have to deal with, than he would be much better off if he just quit now and saved the other all of his precious fun. "I don't have to make myself better, I've done nothing to make myself worse...if that's what you really think than I quit...find someone else to make into your punching bag" It wasn't until he had finished his little statement that he realized that he was stuck up here until Elijah decided to set him free, and that just might take a while considering the fact he had just bitched him out. If the need came, he would simply sit there in silence until the other gave in...anything to get him out of his presence sooner, even if his body was aching at the mere thought of seperation.

"You don't have to quit. And I don't need a goddamn punching bag." He had one of those...in fact, several of those, at home, at the gym, at work. "If I did, I would have just beaten the crap out of you while you were asleep." And yeah, he would have sunk that low. He didn't care. Right now, he was battling against the hatred of seven long years and the odd need of a single night. "You can't get out of here on your own," He shrugged off the coat of his attire and tossed it over the back of his chair, falling into it as the usual compossure he wore as a wall of safety fell. "You might as well get comfortable, I'm not quite ready to leave." He wasn't leaving until he could get over this disturbing...desire. No. Need. The need to feel like he felt last night, to feel like that again. He wasn't giving into it, no, he was going to force it to go away.

He reached over and pulled open the bottom drawer, drawing out a large bottle of whisky and two glasses. "I know you drink, don't make me do it alone." Most times, he was this mechanical, cold, unfeeling being that seemed to simply work and nothing else. He never smiled, he never said hello, he never greeted people warmly, he never even so much as attempted to make friends. He was still like that now, but, something, just the smallest bit, made him look human. His hair scewed a little and he poured the glasses, still having trouble catching his eyes as they kept studying the other's anatomy, keeping his hands from wandering just a little. If nothing else, at least if they drank a little, he could blame it on that.

There was nothing about this whole awkward situation that he could get, the other had asked him up here simply because he didn't want to drink by himself? An eyebrow was arched in silent suspicion, there had to be an alterior motive to all of this, he just seemed to be having trouble figuring out just what that was. He knew that Elijah must have some kind of vengeful idea working around inside of his mind, there was no other reason for him to call Bryant up here, especially if he detested the sight of him so much. "So you brought me up here...for no reason at all" His tones were rather soft as he hesitantly took one of the filled glasses from the man, lightly sipping at the liquid, perhaps a drink would make his incarceration a little more bearable. His skin seemed to be on fire, invisible flames flickering against his body, eyes unknowingly showing a clouded lust; he couldn't be in here with him, something inside made him want to fuck the consequences and make the other regret hating him all of those years.

Once neatly kept blonde locks had also begun to fall over his gaze, the heat inside only growing in intensity, he would not be able to survive this unnecessary meeting. He made sure to take a seat on the chair on the farthest corner away from his own, desperately seeking some form of control over his carnal instincts; he was definately a goner.

"If I knew why I brought you up here, I'd probably tell you...at least that way, it'd mean you could go away." He muttered under his breath, though he was sure the other man could hear. He didn't care. Right now, he was just not all that much of a happy man. His worst enemy in the entire world had fucked him, literally and figuratively, his rear was understandably sore, his head hurt from the drug, he still couldn't drink enough water, and his body was aching for more. He could already feel it, slowly building up, ice to him, cold and numbing, tracing the places the other man had touched the night before, sending shivers down his spine. The eyes that had locked on him only seemed to make the feeling worse as he squirmed in his chair, imagining those eyes judging him, finding his flaws, the chinks in his armor, getting ready to exploit them.

Yeah, that had been one of his thoughts this morning, just how bad a rumor like that could ruin his reputation, his company, and the rest of his personal life, if it were allowed to slip out. And one of his thoughts this afternoon. That the other male might use this as a way to get back at him for hating him all those years. But right now, it was becoming less and less important that anything other than this room existed. He watched himself be watched, hand slowly moving, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt, deliberately slow, reaching inside the cloth and rubbing at the flesh, knowing already there were bitemarks and hickies over his shoulders and chest, tracing them. He took another little swig from his own drink. "See something interesting?" He asked, almost sarcastically, but the back of his mind and his body combined were praying the answer was yes.

Something inside of him seemed to be screaming at him to just go over there and make him beg for more, make him need it just as much as he seemed to. Their current lockdown one of the worst possible things that could have happened for him right now, because there was practically nothing stopping him from ravishing the other until he couldn't stand other than the thin thread of self-control that had managed to stay intact so far in his mind. Eyes seemed to follow the others fingers as they traced along the multiple marks that had been left there from the night before, making his breath catch in his throat when he heard the others question, meant to be sarcastic but something about him told Bryant that it was anything but. "Yes" That one word had managed to sneak past his lips before he had the mind to stop it, automatically regretting the fact that he had just voiced his need out loud. A quick gulp was all that was needed to drain the rest of the beverage in his glass, feeling the hazy rush of alcohol swarming around, almost making him feel at peace. Fingers seemed to be tearing at the fabric of the chair beneath him, quickly losing the inner battle to keep his hands off of the other; neither would get out of here without succumbing to what they both desperately needed.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" He was giving them a chance out of this, his mind's failsafe device clicking in. All Bryant had to do was answer anything in the room other than Elijah and they would be fine. It would be a witty, laughable little moment in time, they could chuckle on their way out, Eli would let him down the elevator first, and then get to all that work he'd let pile up from that morning. Everything would go back to normal and the next morning, they would hate each other just as much as they had before last night. He was giving them a way out of this. And at the same time, he felt himself stand, slip around the large desk, fingers lingering on the smooth surface as before both his hands fell to his side, and walk to stand in front of Bryant, legs parted, eyes locked on his.

He felt himself lean forward, arms moving out to catch himself on the back of the couch so he was only inches from Bryant's face. His body was betraying them both this time, and trapping them in. "Hm?" He could see the white of the other man's knuckles out of the corner of his eye, could almost feel the lust dripping and maddening between them, could almost taste the other man in his mouth again, lips and tongue and skin all mingled. He wanted it all so very badly. But he had to fight it, he couldn't give in. But he couldn't tear himself away from Bryant's eyes.

If only the other knew just what it was that he did to him, the way that he practically teased him with lustful glances and the dangerous closeness. His mind seemed to only fuel the growing fire in his soul, reminiscing of last night, the sounds of skin slapping, groans of pain and pleasure. Bryant wasn't too sure just when it was that he had practically tackled the other in a rough, bruising kiss, but within a few seconds he had managed to tangle his fingers within the other's hair, desperately trying to relieve some of the unbearable ache. A part of him seemed to realize that nothing about this could end up being good, and that this would only make things harder for him when they finally went back to the way that things had been going for years, but he was going to make sure not to waste a precious second of the time that he had.

Soft whimpers and mewls of need fell from his lips, not all too sure just what it was that he needed, all that seemed to be certain was that he couldn't get enough of Eli, hands wandering all over his mark ridden chest while not once breaking the kiss until air had become a bothersome necessity. Breath coming in and out in harsh pants as perspiration dotted itself along his body, silently wondering just what was going on inside of the others mind, if he was aching just as much as he was himself.

There wasn't much left to question by the time Bryant pulled away, Elijah squarely beneath him on the rough carpet of the floor, his shirt now halfway open, mouth only slightly parted as he almost panted, refusing such a blatant display though his cheeks were red and his tongue darted out to taste his lips. His hands had already tangled themselves in the back of Bryant's shirt and coat, pulling this way and that at the thick, strong cloth and glaring daggers at it. "Why do you always...have to wear...clothes?" They were always so hard to get off the other man without absolutely tearing them to shreds and ripping them apart. Like the shirt from the night before. Rather than ripping these though, he decided to ignore them, tugging the other man down until he was flush against him, his entire body in seeming need as he shook and shivered.

No, he wasn't surrendering! What small part of his rationality was left now was fighting, telling him to stop, to get up, to stop trying to fondle the person he hated most in the world. It was wrong! Only, his body didn't listen in the slightest, instead burring his head next to the other's, licking and bitting at his neck, trying to slip a hand beneath the cloth of his shirt through the back. Long fingers traced the marks he'd left behind from the night before and a thought occurred. "Did I hurt you?" He asked quietly next to his ear, breath hot and voice deep with a light husk.

Bryant was entirely sure just when the tables had been turned, now suddenly being cradled against the other's body. His eyes narrowed into slits as he felt his fingers running over the expanse of his back, the multiple scratches still left from the night before. A strangled whimper managed to pass through his lips as he heard the others voice, asking him if he was in pain, the tone enough to drive him insane. "I'm fine" Of course it hurt him a little, but he wasn't about to let that little detail spoil the mood for him. Fingers seemed to run over the others back in a light and teasing manner, already feeling his body catch on fire. There was no turning back for either of them now, both much too engrossed in the act to think straight. "Please" His vocals seemed hoarse and soft in tone, voicing a need for something, though he wasn't sure exactly what it was, all he knew was that his body seemed to constantly ache for him and it was driving him mad. "Fuck me" He was a little surprised to hear those words coming from his own mouth, having never been the bottom in any of his past relationships, but something about the other topping him felt all too right.

"Gladly." His mind excused this as a sort of way to even the score. He'd been fucked last night, now, he was going to be the one doing the fucking. Right. That's why he was doing it. Not because he would have gladly given in either way, fucked or fucking, he only needed the other man's touch once more. Of course not. His hands moved and he began working off the other man's clothes, muttering curses against the evilness of clothes and three piece suits the entire while. From now on, he was making it company policy that people wear normal, casual clothes, which were easier to get off than a buttoned jacket, tie, and buttoned shirt. And that was just trying to get Bryant out of his clothes, that wasn't even considering the fact that Elijah was still dressed too! He struggled in his hurry and popped a few buttons, but he'd promise to replace them later, when they actually mattered.

He dragged both himself and the other man to their feet and over to his desk, one arm sweeping the surface clean on the side opposite his chair. Bryant was dragged again, this time pressed back as Eli plastered them together once more, the soft cotton of his own button up shirt sticking against the slight presperation of both of their bodies until he almost couldn't stand it anymore, pressing, pulling, tugging closer. At least his shirt was already half undone and his jacket was off somewhere he'd remember later. Just his shirt was so very much in the way. Oh well. More important matters were the pants on the both of them that were still in the way.

He reached down between them as he pressed his mouth against Bryant's once more, kissing until he was sure they both needed breath, tugging at his belt at the same time, still pushing him back until the blunt edge of the desk pushed at the back of Bryant's thighs.

His eyes began to water as he felt the others hands practically fumbling with his clothing, chuckling lightly at the earlier mention of why he chose to wear clothes, it would be even harder for him to keep them exclusive if he walked around naked all the time, it was no secret that he was well fantasized about throughout the building. A soft gasp was given as he felt the sharp end of the desk begin to jab into his now bare thigh, adjusting himself a little before fully submitting himself to the other's lustful kisses and rough groping. He wasn't too sure when his fingers had managed to grip onto the others pants, but what did manage to get through his lust-hazed mind was the fact that he had ripped open the zipper in the process, hand desperately moving to fondle what he knew was underneath. What could have been considered a whimper of disappointment managed to pass from his lips when the other pushed him back fully against the desk, eliminating his plans of groping and fondling.

He knew that this would be yet another little escapade of theirs that managed to blow up in both of their faces later on, but neither seemed to care too much about it at the current time. All that he could do was grunt and whine his displeasure at the fact that they both seemed incredibly overclothed, desperate to feel the blissful sensation of skin on skin, the only true way to quench the fire burning within his frame.

Eli was fairly certain that there were security cameras in this room despite it being the presidential suite, after all, it was still just another company office and things here were kept an eye on just like everything else, though he wasn't sure if they shut off at a certain time or not. Groping, fondling, busy hands reached around the other, grabbing at his tight rear and lifting him up to sit on the desk behind him then laying him down flat on it. He tugged down the man's pants and then whatever was beneath, tossing them both back wherever his other clothes were. His own pants finally gave way to the desperate need of both men, now torn in the front and no longer able to tightly cling to his waist, they slipped down and he was able to step out of them easily.

He wouldn't have minded the slightest if the other walked around naked, though an adjustment to his job here at the company would have to have been made, that he only be allowed to walk about inside of Elijah's office, and that everyone else who went into Elijah's office would have to have worn eyemasks. Not that Eli expected them to be exclusive. At the moment, he didn't even know what they were. They weren't dating, they weren't in love, they didn't like each other, in fact, they outright hated each other. They just also happened to be fucking on the usually inappropriate occasion. He thrust himself against Bryant, rubbing the both of them together as he felt about the top of the desk for yet another little hidden away compartment. Up slipped a phone, the intercom, chilled water, a turtle, light controls, and just about everything else, but nothing quite that fit what he needed. Until.

A pretty little tube of cream, usually used before meetings so that he wouldn't end up shaking hands with dry, cracked skin, slipped into view. A triumphant little smile and he grabbed the tube, popping the lid and nearly emptying the contents onto the fingers of one hand. No time for embarassment or the usual niceties of normal people sex, Eli lifted the other man's leg so that it crooked over his shoudler and slipped one finger inside him in the matter of a second, working it quickly before adding another. "I can't hold back, too long." He warned, already fumbling slightly as his own hardness twitched.

Of course, all of this was still incredibly new to him, the fact that he wouldn't be the one in complete and utter control this time was enough to scare the crap out of him in some ways. It
would for almost anyone in a new situation, but Bryant was doing everything that he possibly could to calm himself down, knowing all too well that tensing up too much would just make his first time hurt even worse. His breath seemed to become caught in his throat as he felt the others fingers begin to thrust in an out of him, the burning sensation that had once overcome his frame quickly turning into a feeling of complete and utter bliss. His eyes narrowing considerably as a guttural whine managed to pass through his lips, letting the other know that he was doing anything but hurting him. A part of him felt as if he would die from the pleasure that he was feeling, the fact that his body seemed to shake with each thrust of the others fingers seemingly on it's own was enough to suggest that. "Please....more....fuck yes...more" His words seemed to be uttered in an increasingly rising pitch, vocals already becoming slightly sore and used and they had barely begun. The last thing that seemed to come to his mind was just how sore he would probably be the next day from his first time, but at the moment he couldn't have cared any less.

It would only have been about as sore as Elijah had been when he'd woken up that morning. His hips, his back, his legs...ugh, such an annoying thing, to have a body that didn't simply...comply to your every desire. But all of those thoughts were to be left for some other time when Eli actually felt like thinking. Not right now. No, right now, he was very much busy watching his fingers sink over and over again into the body beneath him until it squirmed in pleasure, the sweet voice begging for more. "More." He muttered before thinking, stilling his hand until his fingers rest just their tips in the other's body. "Beg for it more..." He leaned forward, over him, sliding his fingers in and stretching the other man. "And I'll give you all that you can take." He stretched until he spoke against his ear, licking the shell and bitting the lobe as he pulled away.

His fingers were unseremoniously pulled out of the other and replaced by the blunt tip of his erection, barely pressing, just enough to tease, to entice. He knew it might have been taking it a bit far, but he didn't care, he wanted to hear it, that voice, begging until the breaking point. And he wanted to be the one that finally brought it satisfaction.

His chest seemed to heave with each intake of breath, damn near hyperventilating each time those fingers practically dug themselves all of the way into his entrance, hitting that spot within him that made his toes curl and moan for more at the same time. His eyes seemed to widen as he felt the others fingers being removed, desperately doing anything that he could to keep it from happening, but he wasn't really in a position to take what it was he wanted desperately. His teeth began to worry against his lower lip, the cries and yelps of unobtainable ecstasy practically echoing off of the walls. Blonde locks seemed to stick to the nape of his neck, limbs writhing a little against the desk in a desperate attempt for some kind of friction. "Please..." He could barely voice words, let alone a full sentence, that was until the desperation kicked in fulltime. "I need your cock, filling me, pounding me until I beg for mercy." Tears seemed to fill his eyes as he added another statement, one that made him want to die of embarassment. "Fuck me, I need to be yours...your whore" At the moment, he was desperate enough to say whatever it was that the other needed to hear, anything that would get him sent over that blissful edge as soon as possible.

That said, Eli thrust into him in a single thrust. He knew the other had never been taken before, he knew that when you were new to it (like he'd been only the day before) it usually hurt alot, and he knew that no matter how much you tried, you could never be fully be prepared for being entered so quickly. But that didn't matter. He wanted this, no needed it, to be this quick. He needed to be so engulfed in these physical feelings that his mind wouldn't prevail and remind him just who it was that he was currently fucking on the desk of his once illustrious office. "That's right..." He whispered, leaning back over him, biting his shoulder and his neck, sucking until he left behind bright red marks. "My good little whore..."

His hips began to moved quickly, snapping with each thrust until he was literally pistoning in and out of the other man, fingers clinging to his hips to keep him from sliding on the desktop. Each and every time, he pulled the other man back down against him, working himself as best he knew, harder and harder until he was sure his hips would be bruised the following day, he didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing else mattered, not right now. "Scream for me, my pretty whore..." He muttered against his skin, licking and biting at his neck, the last three words indented each time by a particularly forceful thrust of his hips.

His eyes seemed to roll back into his head, with the ferocity of the others hips slamming against his backside there was no way that Bryant would be walking out of this office anytime soon. It wasn't like he really cared about that little fact at the moment however, only capable of making shrill cries and guttural whines each time Eli had buried himself balls deep. His mind had went offline, his body literally taking over every little sound that came from him, legs wrapping themselves around the others hips in an effort to make him go in even deeper. Screaming nonsense words, each one going up a pitch in tone until it was practically shrill. A part of his mind kept telling him to reprimand the other for calling him such things, his pretty whore, it was degrading; but he was enjoying every single moment of this sinful degredation.

It wasn't until what seemed to be an ignorrant buzzing noise seemed to break through his lustful haze, what seemed to be a phone poking against his back. The ringing sound penetrating the room, almost enough to make Bryant come back into his rightful mind, until a conviniently rough thrust to his prostate had him right back in that pool of ecstasy; though all the while the ringing of the contraption seemed to break through in some way.

He whinned ever so slightly, looking down at the man who writhed and shook beneath him. God, all of that felt so damn good. He just wanted to keep going. But as the phone rang on, he knew it was only so long before the other end hung up. Holding one finger to his lips, he signaled that the other man needed to keep quiet, a rather ragged sounding 'shh' added on for good measure. Phone flipped open, he took a few moments to actually find his voice. "H-hello?" He tried to sound like himself, succeeding somewhat, but not entirely. "This is he." He was already bitting down on his lip, trying to keep a right face and voice and pitch while speaking. "Mhm...the accounting section..." As his mind was more drawn into the phone conversation, his thrusts slowed ever so slightly. Perhaps he needed to be reminded of the importance of his previous act?

If there was ever a wrong time for Eli to get involved in his work, it was now. Bryant was more than half tempted to simply grab the phone out of the others hand and slam it down somewhere, just who found it more interesting to talk on the phone than fuck? A rather devious little smirk managed to cross over his facial features, muscles constricting almost painfully around the others erection, desperately trying to draw him back out of his little phone conversation and back to where he was currently needed more. Nails roughly running their way down the expanse of the others shirt, carefully ripping a few of the buttons off of the garment before replacing it with his mouth, harsh nips and kisses being given to the newly exposed flesh. It wasn't until he noticed that the other was still much too interested in his conversation that another idea seemed to come into play, arms used to carefully pull himself up flush against the others chest, using his arms to lift himself up only to roughly impale himself on his shaft, making exaggerated moans and whimpers in hopes to draw his attention.

It wasn't really a choice, Eli had been working since the moment he'd first had the chance, starting an internet company before it was even legal for him to work, keeping that running until he'd gone through High School, making the company suddenly physical, expanding, expanding, until, in a matter of only a few years, he'd made it global. So when it came to work, Eli was a trained man. "Yes, the entire section will have to be completely replACEED...Huh, yeah, I'm fine, sorry, stomach ache..." Then again, he'd never tried to work while doing this at the same time.

As his voice rose and fell in the conversation, he was slowly beginning to be drawn back to Bryant's rather persistant need of him as well as his own need for Bryant. Shirt torn asunder and now happily attacked by an attention needing mouth, he nearly moaned into the reciever, blaming it again on an ache. Right, because stomach aches made people make those sort of noises. It wasn't until the other man so earnestly worked at getting his attention, climbing onto him and impaling himself so fully that he nearly shouted. "You'll have to call back a little later, Director, there's something here that's demanding my attention at the moment. Hm...oh fuck...yeslaterbye." The last few words were strung together in his rush and the phone was clasped shut and tossed across the room.

"I may have just shut down an entire branch..." He muttered softly for a few moments, picking the other man up suddenly so that he hung off him like a backwards backpack, still bouncing his body up and down on his cock as he stood, shifting his weight about until he could take a few steps back from the desk, taking away all support from Bryant but the support that he offered. "But you just couldn't wait, could you?" He asked, leaning against his ear, smirking as he walked around the desk, finally putting all those morning runs and weight lifting to use as he moved to the back of the office and almost slammed Bryant against the thick glass of the full-wall window to the outside of the office building, pushing him past the curtains that usually kept it hidden, more than sure that the glass was cold to the naked man's back and bottom.

The sound of the phone being tossed across the room was enough to cause a smirk of silent triumph to cross over his features, it would seem that the other had finally managed to see things from his point of view once again. A soft yelp managed to pass from his vocals as he felt the cold glass pressed up against his back, causing a light shiver to run across his frame. "So? No one ever told you it's...rude to work in the middle of a fuck?" He knew that he might have been a little out of line for saying it, but he was quite sure that he'd be able to get himself out of trouble with the other with a few simple nips and kisses here and there. "No I couldn't...and it seems like someone couldn't either once I managed to remind him of it." Bryant simply was cocky, no other way around it, but it would seem that the other only saw it as yet another way of battling him for dominance, not that he wouldn't give in to whatever it was Eli asked of him right now of course...but he'd never say that out loud.

"Window cold?" He asked in a smirk, licking the side of his neck, trailing saliva from near shoulder to ear then biting fairly hard at the lobe. "I guess no one ever taught me the proper manners of fucking a man I hate in my office." He bit down hard on the side of his neck, that place where muscle and veins bulged outwards. "Bet the people in the other buildings can see you, my cum dripping out of your ass..." He reached between them and stroked the other man's dick. "My cock buried deep inside you..." He left big marks at the top of his neck, underneath his jaw line where it'd be near impossible to cover them up. "Over...and over...and over again." he punctuated each time with a particularly well aimed thrust, feeling that spongy bunch of nerves against the head of his cock.

"I wonder if that's rude too..." He moved back to stare him in the eyes, slowly kissing him then pulling away. "What do you think? Should I stop like I stopped the phone call?" He kissed him again, almost teasingly light against his lips, licking them and letting his tongue out just enough to brush them apart, but not enough to have the other taste him. "Hm?"

Bryant's mind seemed to have wandered off for a moment, barely registering the words that had been uttered as a response until he was finally dragged out of his own little reverie. The fact that anyone looking out their window in the buildings across the street could see just what they were doing should have been embarassing, but to him it just made the act all the more erotic. His neck practically craning itself with a guttural whine each and every time that spot inside of him was struck, making his toes curl as well out of reflex. After hearing the other mention something abut stopping, his arms had wrapped themselves securely around the others neck, attacking the soft expanse of his necks with harsh nips of his own, almost drawing blood with some. "You stop now...I will kill you" It was more of a threat than anything else, but with the way his emotions seemed to be bouncing back and forth, there really was no telling just what he might do if he was left hanging like this, pleasurable shivers running over his frame every couple of seconds as if in a constant state of need. The cold feeling of the glass having long since been forgotten within his mind, and the fact that anyone could see their actions was as well, at least they would be getting themselves a free hot show for being such peeping toms.

One hand roamed up the other man's stomach, over his chest, and to his neck, suddenly wrapping strong finger's around it and forcing his head back, threatening in it's place, and yet holding too gently to be a true threat. "If you would have asked me to stop, I would have killed you." He muttered against the side of his neck, going on as though no words had passed either of their lips, rocking his hips and pounding into the body in front of him so hard that even the window shook. He knew it wouldn't break, ten inches of glass and double reinforced, it was twice what they used in aquariums to keep the sharks in place, a fitting analogy for most of the business men that went through this place. Eli's mind drawn back so completely now, he could barely hold himself in, already drawing near his end.

"Bryant..." He almost whispered it against his neck. "God, I'm gonna cum...cum with me." He demanded, hand going faster between them, trying to bring him to the same level of intesity he was at, trying to get as much of a rise out of him as he was getting. He didn't know when it had stopped just being fucking, but he wanted Bryant to feel good too. He shook that thought from his mind, hips forced faster, harder, hand slick and matching his pace as he bit and licked the other man's neck, slowly making his way to his lips and finally drowning him in an empassioned kiss.

He wasn't sure just what was going on inside of his mind, barely even able to register just where he was, the only thing that managed to get through was that he was dangerously close to that blissful edge. White dots seemed to completely blind his vision, a keening cry of completetion passing through his lips, the other's name screamed to the heavens as he fell over the edge, milky white strands effortlessly coating the others chest, and even his own face. He was too far gone to even try to aim it away from himself, too lost in the sea of euphoria that he would gladly drown in given the chance. His lips hungrily pressing back against his own in an effort to quiet his whimpers, feeling himself being fucked so hard that a second orgasm managed to run over his frame, sending even more of the white fluid out onto his chest, dripping down along his pants in the process. His breath coming in and out in short pants, desperately trying to hold on long enough for the other to cum, needing nothing more than to be filled to the brim, a hunger for it that only seemed to increase as he noticed the intensity of the others thrusts, knowing he wouldn't have to wait much longer now.

Eli's entire body seemed to shiver the first time that Bryant came, shaking as he kept pounding into the other man, but it wasn't until he felt those muscles tense and play him over again that he was shoved over the edge of reality without remorse, burying himself to the hilt inside his worst enemy, shoving his tongue into the mouth of the man he'd despised nearly his entire life, gripping the body he'd desired pain for in an odd gentle way that made him ache as he came. His entire body racked with waves of pleasure, he could feel himself flowing out, suddenly surrounded in his own slick warmth, dribbling out of the tight entrance until he could feel it running down his thigh.

Still kissing the other, he refused to let go, keeping him pinned against the glass, his hands keeping the both of them upright by pressing to the smooth surface, surprisingly enough finding the sweat and cum on them enough to keep him steadily in place but not slipping. Panting, finally, he pulled away from the man's mouth just long enough to whisper to him. "I hate you..." He whispered quietly, completely serious, entirely content to whisper such a thing even though he was still so deeply buried in him, the evidence of their coupling still freshly running down both their bodies in thick, white fluids.

Bryant was lost, nothing getting through his mind other than the fact that he was now filled to the brim with his enemie's cum, and there was nothing hotter than that in the world to him. There was nothing about their couplings that could be inderstood, they were supposed to hate each other until their last breaths, but they couldn't seem to stop fucking like rabbits in the process. Soft puffs of warm air cascaded over the other's shoulder as he listened to him whisper those three words, the words that would send them right back to where they were supposed to be, but just how much longer would they go on pretending to hate each other before something like this happened yet again? No matter how much he may have wanted to say those words right back to him, his tongue seemed to be tied, as if he wasn't able to really mean those words as much anymore...it was almost as if he was hating him less and less each day and there was nothing either one of them could do to stop it.