Something I Can Never Forget

Slowly, the strength from his legs began to falter and they began to shake ever so slightly, warning him that soon they wouldn't be able to hold them both up. That part of his mind that still told him he had to remind the other of his hatred even after the things they did told him this time that he should simply drop the other. It would have been easy, all he'd have to do was take step back and the other man, with no support but the arms and legs wrapped around Eli, would have fallen rather harshly to the floor. One foot lifted off the floor and moved back, his weight shifting onto it. He could already picture it, Bryant, fresh fucked and in a heap of limbs at his feet, it was what his mind was telling him he'd wanted, complete and utter humiliation and disaster for the other man.

His arms moved before he gave it another though, and he sighed to himself, wrapping them tightly around Bryant's chest and lifting him as his other foot moved, pulling them both away from the window and walking them just a few steps back to collapse in his large, fluffy chair. Hadn't he just told the man he hated him? He wondered over that as he sat, already feeling himself sliding out of the other, reaching over to a side drawer and pulling out a box of tissue. Wouldn't be sightly for a company head to have a booger hanging out of his nose during a meeting, now, would it? Drawing a few, he slowly starting to clean them both off, leaning Bryant against the desk to get to all of him, pausing a few moments before following him forward to lick up the few strings that had splattered the other man's face.

"I don't know what you're doing to me..." He muttered, going back to his previous task, eyes watching his own hands now rather than his face, not wanting to meet those eyes again after this. Maybe just this sex thing, like this, even with his man he said he hated, wasn't so bad.

Bryant wasn't entirely sure just what was happening, not entirely there as he was pulled back from the window only to be draped out over the desk, his mind practically swimming as he struggled to focus on his surroundings, a soft shudder passing through his frame as he felt the others tongue run over the expanse of his cheek. A sense of unexplainable comfort running over him, the memories of everything that had just happened causing a soft whimper to pass through his lips, the sharp pain that came with him trying to move his lower half at all making that much more sense for him to remain still for now. A soft smile managing to cross over his facial features as he returned the favor, lapping up what little bit of cum that had landed on his chin. A part of his mind seemed to remind him that the other was still very much buried inside of him, causing an involuntary muscle spasm to tighten around him. "Well...that makes two of us" His voice was soft in tone as he allowed his arms to wrap themselves loosely around his neck, effectively able to pull himself back up into a sitting position on the others lap with little pain from the action. Something about having the other inside of him even though they both seemed to be pretty much spent was erotic in it's own...but don't ask him to explain why.

Eli didn't understand it either, it wasn't as though he was this...insanely sexual person. No, he usually didn't even think about sex, and generally, it didn't even cross his mind to explore all those little apparently kink ridden areas of his mind, but something about Bryant, something about his body and the way he felt and the way he'd felt that first time...something about all of it just kept drawing him back over and over again. Even now, with his body exhausted, he was fairly certain that if Bryant had put up a persuasive enough arguement, meaning generally just moving about a lot, he would have at the very least made an attempt at decent sex.

"We can't keep doing this." He stated firmly, though there really was no resolution behind his voice beyond the appearance. There were a million reasons they shouldn't keep this up, and a million more that it shouldn't have started in the first place, but he knew that even if they both denied it right now, neither of them were going to be holding out very long. It'd only taken, what? Five minutes of being stuck in a room together for them to be humping like mad bunnies? He sighed. "At the very least, we can't keep doing this here." He looked over at his cell phone on the floor, wondering just how bad things were on the other side of the continet without his advice to guide, his hands reaching to work at shoving everything back into the desk again, turtle tucked neatly away. "This is the only time I'll ask...think carefully before you answer..."

Elijah looked up at him, finally meeting his eyes again, suddenly those of his usual, stoic businessman, almost glowering, but it seemed they never left that look when gazing upon Bryant. "What do you want to do about this? All of this?"

Bryant couldn't really believe just what he was hearing, Eli was asking him just what he wanted to do about this, almost as if he was asking him to say nothing so that they could go back to their normal lives. It shouldn't have bothered him, it had been something inevitable that would have happened, but it still managed to hurt him to think about the other leaving. Despite doing his best to try and seem uneffected, his eyes had taken on a hint of sadness to them as he finally managed to speak. "I don't....want this to end" He wasn't sure just how else to answer the others question, and that seemed like the perfect answer. His life had never been too complicated, making sure not to get too close to anyone so that it would hurt less when he had to leave, but Eli had him by his heart now, whether he liked it or not; there was no living without him there in some shape or form.

"Alright." He nodded with a shrug of his shoulders, carefully situating himself on the chair until he could feel himself slip out of Bryant's recently abused entrance. "We should both go to our homes, here there's just...too much risk." Not for his personal life or reputation, but for the life of his company, and it's reputation. Above all else, he valued his life's work, this empire that he'd built himself from the ground in just a matter of years. He didn't want someone getting ahold of a security camera tape and puting the place completely out of buisiness with blackmail and lawsuits. They just needed somewhere...safe. And it wasn't as though either man was quite ready enough to have the other in his home just yet, or rather, Eli wasn't ready to have Bryant in his home, nor ready to go to Bryant's.

"Do you remember?" He asked quietly, shifting the other about until he almost sat upright on his thigh. "The hotel, from yesterday?" He blushed despite himself, reminded of their activities and he probably permanant scars they'd left on the bellboy and the check-in clerk, half naked and outright humping as they had been the night before.

There was no way that Bryant would have been able to forget the said hotel even if he wanted to, having been hounded by what seemed to be incredibly needy women the whole way out, seeing as the other had made his shirt unwearable and all. "Yes, the one where you left me without a shirt...had to walk out followed by over a dozen horny women" He couldn't stop the roll of his eyes at the memory, that morning probably permanently etched into his memory, he had never know so many gay cab drivers lived here. It may have hurt him to stand upright, but that seemed to be what he thought he had to do, simply walk out of here with what little dignity he had left, which wasn't much. He knew that it shouldn't hurt so much, but to think that the other simply wanted to meet him every once in a while at some hotel made him feel cheap...and it was pretty new to him. A soft shake of his head was given to remove the thoughts from his mind, pulling on his pants as well as slipping on his shirt, trying his best to mask the pain he felt from their recent act as well as the mental pain. If this was what it was reduced to, than he could be just as cold when it came to the other.

He stood after the other, pulling his clothes on as the other did, his coat left over the back of the seat, no longer clean, but rather sweaty since they'd sat naked and dripping cum on top of it. He'd have his secretary send it out to be cleaned in the morning, and have her bring up the security videos from tonight, maybe offer up an excuse of something like hearing odd noises just in case anyone had passed by during the lot of this. "It's your fault for wearing all those damn clothes." He blushed and looked off to the side, opening the door to his office, waiting for the other man to follow, and then locking it behind them. "And you're not the one who had to ask the dumb woman behind the front desk for your credit card back. I didn't think she'd call over half of the staff so they could giggle while she 'looked for it'."

He sighed, going to the elevator and placing his thumb on the pad so that the doors wooshed open, stepping inside and waiting for the other. "And you didn't get asked out by the elevator attendant...Anyway." He shook his head at the memory, a part of his mind still denying the fact that they actually humped in the lobby, elevator, and hallway, and just about everywhere else they'd been. "I usually park at a garage a few blocks from there. My home is on the other side of town. We can meet there next time. So you don't get lost. Unless you want to go to your place?" He might have been a bastard, rude, crude, unlikable, an and all around jerk, but he wans't going to make himself and the other man feel like cheap floosies, meeting in hotels every couple night.

He sighed, going to the elevator and placing his thumb on the pad so that the doors wooshed open, stepping inside and waiting for the other. "And you didn't get asked out by the elevator attendant...Anyway." He shook his head at the memory, a part of his mind still denying the fact that they actually humped in the lobby, elevator, and hallway, and just about everywhere else they'd been. "I usually park at a garage a few blocks from there. My home is on the other side of town. We can meet there next time. So you don't get lost. Unless you want to go to your place?" He might have been a bastard, rude, crude, unlikable, an and all around jerk, but he wans't going to make himself and the other man feel like cheap floosies, meeting in hotels every couple nights.

He let the elevator doors shut behind them and the electronic whirl began as they descended towards the lobby and the street and real life once more. "If anyone asks why you were called up, I'm doing an evaluation on your superior and I needed an employee's opinion of the man. You spoke highly of him and with great reguard for his ability, or at least, that's what he'll hear." Eli didn't leave loose ends. Julian's folder had been among those he'd asked for that evening.

There was no way that he would have believed just what he was hearing even if Eli had repeated himself, he was going to given Julian even more unneeded praise for 'his' supposed good work. His eyes visibly widened when he realized that he had forgotten to give Julian that fifteen page report on the new building plans for another office to be added on to the company, and knowing the older man like Bryant did, he was not going to hear the end of it for quite some time. His fingers took to lightly fiddling with the rather large pack of stapled pages in the bag at his side, not realizing that it was also visible to Eli. Bryant was getting tired of doing Julian's work, and there had to be some way to get him in trouble for using another's man's work as his own. "Sure...sounds like a plan" A light cough was heard from him as he watched the flashing lights of the elevator, glancing down at the watch on his wrist, it was already after four o' clock...he was definately dead meat when he got off of this elevator.

He looked over at him, watched his hands fiddle down into the bad off his shoulder, pushing around stapled papers. "Did you need to hand in a report before you left?" He asked, reaching over and grabbing the pack without so much as an 'excuse me', pulling it out and looking at the cover. "I can still stop before..." His voice trailed off as he looked at the papers a little more closely. These were the building plans he'd required of Julian by the following morning. But why would Bryant have them? Julian had sworn the day before that he had had them almost finished, but not quite, and even that afternoon, when he'd been phoned about it, he'd begged for just a little more time, excusing it as a slight breakdown in communication, but an easily fixed problem.

As a matter of fact...if he looked back on it, most times when Julian had needed more time, one or more of his lower down employees, namely Bryant, because yes, Elijah did keep that sharp of an eye on him, had been out sick or on leave. It'd never really clicked quite why before now, as he held the raw plans in his hands, notes and such still made on the sides, scribbles here and there in what he knew was not Julian's handwritting. "I see." He tapped the papers on the side of his wrist a few times, reaching over and pressing the 'emergency stop' button, the elvator suddenly bathed in bright red light as it came to a slamming halt. For a few moments, it truely looked like Eli was simply off in thought before he reached over once more and pressed the button for Bryant's floor.

"You're going to go back to your office. Think you can stay in for the rest of the day?" Suddenly, the man who'd just a few minutes before been all but fondling the man next to him was deathly serious. The almost slight joy he'd shown before was completely and utterly gone from his face and in all honesty, he was harder to read now than he'd ever been before. His voice was firm, but it didn't sound angry, his brows were knit together, his face didn't even look, well, like he was wearing an expression. He just looked...strangely not there. He reached down and picked up the phone beneath the panel of buttons just as the elevator reached Bryant's floor and he waited for Bryant to get out before he spoke. "Ms. Withers, have Julian Gallows in my office when I return. I'll be seeing one more associate today."

It would seem that Bryant had finally managed to show Ms. Withers coming to collect him, it would seem Elijah had gotten anxious about the new building plans...time to go up and hopefully butter up an otherwise unsuspecting man. Hands took to nervously running through his already graying hairs, just what was so important that he needed to go up to his office? Normally it was simpler for them both if he just came down to ask about it, something else was definately going on here. Eyes took to wandering over the rather lush looking office, jumping a little in his place when the woman had shut the door behind her, taking notice to the other sitting at his desk looking less than pleased about something. "Y-you wanted to see me, sir?" He had to admit, Elijah was one of the few people around here that Julian was even mildly afraid of, the way he walked around and his build alone was enough to make almost anyone deathly afraid of him...which reminded him that he still needed to go back down and remind Bryant of his place around here. But for right now, his focus was centered on the other, wondering just what had been so important that he had had him sent up here on such short notice.

Elijah sat neatly behind his desk, his nameplate the only thing in the room that gave off light, the large, thick curtains keeping out the sun and the usual lights pulled down lower than usual. Dressed now in a different suit, because yes, he did have spares in the office, he'd just planned on going home and hadn't thought he'd need to change. "Mr. Gallows." He stood, almost smiling. "My deepest apologies for having torn you away from your important work, I'm sure that you were working hard at getting that report I asked you for finished," He sounded odd, some strange mixture of sincerity and deception, like a mother who would ask you if you'd been snatching cookies while you stood with crumbs all over your face. "But I had a question. Nothing really too important, but the contractors, you know how they can be, so difficult, not at all like you, Mr. Gallows,"

"Well, he asked just how many square feet per floor there were going to be. I know, it seems to trivial and very base of the project, so I'm sure you have that done already, but he refused to make his bid without being notified first." He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Since you're nearly done, I thought that of course this premature step would already, of course, have been taken, calculated, and counted out. And you, being the only one on the project, of course, would be the one I should ask. So, Mr. Gallows, if you wouldn't mind? Oh. But that does remind me." He reached back and picked up the file of Julian Gallows from the top of his desk. "I was looking at your file, Mr. Gallows, not that I needed to, you're such an exemplerary employee, but your evaluation time has come up again and, well, you look to be doing fairly well.

Even speaking with your employees, they all did nothing but sing your praises." He looked back at him and smiled. If it were possible for a wolf to have smiled right after it's cornered the lamb, it would have looked something like this.

He had a sort of dumbfounded look clearly written over his features for a few seconds, not really knowing just what to tell him, seeing as he had done none of the work on that project, and Bryant had not been able to provide him with the notes that he had been told to work on the day before. His mouth hung open in silence, desperately trying to come up with some imaginary figure until he cold get ahold of the actual plans he was going to hand in. "Umm...." His mind seemed to completely and utterly freeze up, and he knew that it would look incredibly foolish of him if he couldn't think of something to feed to him. 'Well, I-I'd think that...about six hundered" Now as Bryant knew, that wouldn't even be enough to cover two or three of the desks, but Julian really had no clue about measuring or anything like that, so he was pretty much serving himself up to Eli on a platter without even fully knowing just what he was doing.

"Really?" He asked, nodding his head. "Because that's somewhere around...the size of, oh, say, a small house. I was really hoping to get something a little closer to...business sized." He reached back and picked up the report Bryant had been working on. "Now then, according to these schematics that your lower level, underling accidently left behind, we're looking at around four to five thousand square feet per floor. Don't you think that just sounds so much more reasonable?" He asked, looking up at the graying man across his office. His eyes narrowed and the false politeness slipped away as he suddenly threw the report on the floor at his feet.

"Do you have any idea how hard I worked to establish this company? Do you know the painstaking measures I had to take to ensure that this place would run smoothly? And you go off and decide that rather than doing the work you've been hired and are being paid to do, to play it off on your underqualified, underpaid, underappreciated employees?!" If he weren't in the office, he probably would have punched the man. "I've been looking at your file, Mr. Gallows. You were given free reign of your hiring groups. Somehow, as though by magic, men and women that were well qualified for your position, were given jobs underneath you." He sighed softly and brushed one hand through his hair. "Tell me, Mr. Gallows, just how many of the projects have you honestly done yourself? Perhaps...a part of the first one?"

He reached over and pressed a button on the top of the desk. "Ms. Withers. Have security sent to my office. Immidiately."

Julian couldn't believe his ears, he was actually caught doing what he always did and now he was fired, and it was probably all because of Bryant's clumsiness. He was just about to practically tackle the other when the security guards happened to come in and stop him just before he got the chance to do so, struggling against them with a look of anger and desperation. If it was the last thing he did, he would get back at Bryant for costing him his job, and would enjoy every second of it too. A bunch of his other co-workers had gathered around to see just what was going on as Julian was dragged out ot the building, sending a death glare at Bryant as he walked out of his little cubicle. His own eyes widening as he realized just what had happened, Eli had fired Julian because of finding the plans he had written up himself, if that wasn't the sweetest of all ironies.

"Hmm...serves him right" A few of the other people that had done a few projects for him could barely contain their fits of laughter...at least something today had gone right.

Bryant's eyes seemed to narrow a little as he felt a rather sharp pain run over his spine each time he managed to take a step, the various nips and bruises clearly visible against his facial features by anyone that cared to look close enough. A soft yelp managed to pass from his lips as he took his seat back inside of his cubicle, silently wondering just who was going to take over in Julian's place now that he was rightfully fired.

They had all worked under Julian, the people who were to recieve the packets, and more than likely, they had all be used. Inside each was a memo, begun by an apology from Elijah over not having handled such a problem as that more quickly and a reminder of the open door policy that the company had, meaning that were they dissatisfied with absolutely anything, they were welcome to go to the appointed people and file a complaint and they would be looked into. Then, beneath it, was the announcement that there would be interviews held for any of the people who qualified for Julian's previous position. Those were the people to whom the letters have been delivered. They were all well qualified, equally so for the position, and now, they just had to decide if they wanted the place in the company.

Bryant looked over the memo that had been delivered to him and a bunch of the others that he knew pretty well, at least someone worthwhile would be able to get the position now and actually do some good with it. Of course, he wasn't too sure if he even wanted to try out for the spot, seeing as there were plenty of other people around here that deserved it more than he did. A slight roll of his eyes was given when he heard a few of the others talking about how they would be a shoe-in for the spot, his hands wandered onto his jacket that wa hanging up nearby, pulling it onto himself before making his way toward the front doors, he was in desperate need of some advil or tylenol and to top it all off, he was done with his work for the day...so that just left more time for him to go home and wonder just what kind of twisted thing was left in store for tomorrow.

P.S really short chapter, but it leads up to a plot we are working on, chapter 5 will be up shortly with more lemony goodness!