Mind Your Own Business
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Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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Reviews:
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Category:
Erotica › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
18,713
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I definitely own these characters. Uh huh. They're mine. But I'm not making any money off them, so don't worry. Oh, and this is definitely, 100% a work of fiction. FICTION! Kay? Any resemblance to real peep, living or dead,
Spilling the Beans
It had gone on long enough. Cas knew this, embraced this fact with the notion that it would be over soon, that he would be walking into Chase’s… Sydney’s office soon, that he’d hopefully be making amends soon. As much as could be made at this point, at least. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to take as much time as he could spare on his way into the building. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to hope beyond hope that Sydney was in a meeting, that he’d have no choice but to talk to him later. That didn’t mean that, once the time came, he wasn’t going to hate every second of it. Still, it needed to be done. Sydney needed to know.
He deserved that much.
And of course he’d be free right now, almost as if waiting for Cas to arrive, sitting alone in his office behind his desk, nothing to get in the way of what was about to happen. Nothing to come and save them both from what Cas was about to say. Carefully, inhaling and exhaling twice before even grasping the doorknob, Cas let himself into Sydney’s office. Sydney stood up at once, as though the sudden arrival had caught him completely off guard. As though he’d been interrupted and was furious about it. Or rather, furious about something else entirely. Cas let the door close behind him.
“Sydney, there’s-” he started to say. Something I have to tell you, something you need to hear, something you’re going to hate me for. He’d planned all of these and none of these, but anything that might have left his mouth at that point was cut off by the sudden flash of hate in Sydney’s eyes.
“What are you doing here?” It wasn’t yelled or harsh, but the way it was said, the amount of venom lingering in the question, had Cas taking a step back nonetheless, stunned. When he didn’t respond, Sydney repeated himself, punctuating each word. “What the fuck are you doing here?” It didn’t take long after that for Cas to realize.
Oh god… He found out.
“Look, Sydney, I’m sure you’re upset, but-”
“No fucking shit, I’m upset!” Sydney interrupted again, slamming whatever file Cas hadn’t been aware he’d been holding onto his desk, knickknacks and pencils scattering in the wake. He followed that up by slapping his hand down on top of it, the noise making Cas wince out of reflex. “What? You think shit like this is supposed to make me happy? You think I wanted to come in this morning and find something like this waiting to bit me in the ass?” He picked up the file again and threw it at Cas’ feet, the papers spilling out around him like evidence, blood splatter at a crime scene. “Like I was fucking thrilled to find out that my secretary, my… whatever the fuck you were to me… was only really here to steal ideas for the fucking competition?!” With a frustrated sort of growl, Sydney shoved a good portion of whatever was on his desk onto the floor, pausing to take a breath before straightening, staring at Cas as though he were a different person. The enemy. Which he was now, of course. It was only fair. “How much do they know?”
“Nothing.” Cas said matter-of-factly, leaving the “yet” off almost involuntarily, voice hoarse and alien, but Sydney wouldn’t have it.
“How much have you told them?!” He walked up to Cas, not dropping his gaze. “Do they know that Adidas is shopping? Are they planning to take them out from under us? What?!” He was in Cas’ face now, grabbing onto his collar with a shaking grip. His voice lowered, trembling slightly under the weight of his rage. And, from the look in his eyes, close enough now that Cas could tell he’d been fighting back tears, by a hurt that he was trying incredibly hard not to show. “What gives you the right?” Sydney said through clenched teeth, grip tightening. “What makes you think you can come in here pretending to be interested in my business, pretending to be interested in me-”
“Now hold on,” Cas tried, but Sydney took that moment to release his collar, pushing him back a step as he did so.
“Shut the fuck up.” He demanded, Cas throwing up his hands in defeat, choosing not to say anything instead. He wasn’t worthy of the opportunity to explain himself. He’d lost that the moment he’d chosen to play spy for Chase Advertisement’s rival company. Whatever Sydney thought of him, he deserved nothing less. “Was that your plan? Get in good with the boss and then bleed the company dry on your way out? How much were they paying you to whore yourself out to me?” Cas stayed silent, deciding it best to let Sydney think anything he wanted. It was like well deserved punishment.
Nothing was said for a moment, both men staring each other down, Cas’ shame evident in the way he allowed Sydney’s words to strike him, allowed those hurt-filled eyes to drill into him without flinching or turning away. Or arguing his claim. It was best not to make things any messier. Sydney deserved better than this. Sydney deserved better than him.
“You’re fired.” Sydney said after a moment, looking away then and walking back behind his desk, not yet taking a seat. Instead, he placed his hands on the varnished wood and leaned forward, suddenly seeming incredibly tired. And too old for his twenty-five years. Cas nodded, though that had been the obvious outcome from the start of all this. They both knew that. He was just saying it because somebody had to. For formality’s sake. “You have twenty minutes to gather up your belongings and evacuate the premises.” Sydney looked back at him then, that glance full of everything that Sydney couldn’t say, everything that Cas already knew. And hated himself for. “Now,” Sydney said at last, lowering himself back into his office chair, face more indifferent than Cas thought possible for everything he’d put him through. In a vain attempt to clean up the mess he’d made, Sydney gathered up whatever papers still littered the desk and put them into a pile. “Kindly get the fuck out of my office.”
In any other situation, he would have said anything if it meant cleaning up this pile of shit he’d just handed Sydney. But this time, nothing seemed good enough. So he said nothing at all, choosing instead to nod once more, turn around, and walk out the door. He was packed up and gone with thirteen minutes to spare.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long to update. Founder\'s Day and Parent\'s Weekend and 125th Anniversary and all sorts of stuff to perform for and be a part of and not write smut during. Oye. Anyway! Fret not, my friends. Chapter Nine is on it\'s way, and it\'s a tad less unfortunate than Chapter Eight. Two more updates to go! Thanks for stickign with me so far! And for all the hits and reviews and stars and such. You guys rock my socks in a box with some lox and a fox and an ox... that talks. Heh.
He deserved that much.
And of course he’d be free right now, almost as if waiting for Cas to arrive, sitting alone in his office behind his desk, nothing to get in the way of what was about to happen. Nothing to come and save them both from what Cas was about to say. Carefully, inhaling and exhaling twice before even grasping the doorknob, Cas let himself into Sydney’s office. Sydney stood up at once, as though the sudden arrival had caught him completely off guard. As though he’d been interrupted and was furious about it. Or rather, furious about something else entirely. Cas let the door close behind him.
“Sydney, there’s-” he started to say. Something I have to tell you, something you need to hear, something you’re going to hate me for. He’d planned all of these and none of these, but anything that might have left his mouth at that point was cut off by the sudden flash of hate in Sydney’s eyes.
“What are you doing here?” It wasn’t yelled or harsh, but the way it was said, the amount of venom lingering in the question, had Cas taking a step back nonetheless, stunned. When he didn’t respond, Sydney repeated himself, punctuating each word. “What the fuck are you doing here?” It didn’t take long after that for Cas to realize.
Oh god… He found out.
“Look, Sydney, I’m sure you’re upset, but-”
“No fucking shit, I’m upset!” Sydney interrupted again, slamming whatever file Cas hadn’t been aware he’d been holding onto his desk, knickknacks and pencils scattering in the wake. He followed that up by slapping his hand down on top of it, the noise making Cas wince out of reflex. “What? You think shit like this is supposed to make me happy? You think I wanted to come in this morning and find something like this waiting to bit me in the ass?” He picked up the file again and threw it at Cas’ feet, the papers spilling out around him like evidence, blood splatter at a crime scene. “Like I was fucking thrilled to find out that my secretary, my… whatever the fuck you were to me… was only really here to steal ideas for the fucking competition?!” With a frustrated sort of growl, Sydney shoved a good portion of whatever was on his desk onto the floor, pausing to take a breath before straightening, staring at Cas as though he were a different person. The enemy. Which he was now, of course. It was only fair. “How much do they know?”
“Nothing.” Cas said matter-of-factly, leaving the “yet” off almost involuntarily, voice hoarse and alien, but Sydney wouldn’t have it.
“How much have you told them?!” He walked up to Cas, not dropping his gaze. “Do they know that Adidas is shopping? Are they planning to take them out from under us? What?!” He was in Cas’ face now, grabbing onto his collar with a shaking grip. His voice lowered, trembling slightly under the weight of his rage. And, from the look in his eyes, close enough now that Cas could tell he’d been fighting back tears, by a hurt that he was trying incredibly hard not to show. “What gives you the right?” Sydney said through clenched teeth, grip tightening. “What makes you think you can come in here pretending to be interested in my business, pretending to be interested in me-”
“Now hold on,” Cas tried, but Sydney took that moment to release his collar, pushing him back a step as he did so.
“Shut the fuck up.” He demanded, Cas throwing up his hands in defeat, choosing not to say anything instead. He wasn’t worthy of the opportunity to explain himself. He’d lost that the moment he’d chosen to play spy for Chase Advertisement’s rival company. Whatever Sydney thought of him, he deserved nothing less. “Was that your plan? Get in good with the boss and then bleed the company dry on your way out? How much were they paying you to whore yourself out to me?” Cas stayed silent, deciding it best to let Sydney think anything he wanted. It was like well deserved punishment.
Nothing was said for a moment, both men staring each other down, Cas’ shame evident in the way he allowed Sydney’s words to strike him, allowed those hurt-filled eyes to drill into him without flinching or turning away. Or arguing his claim. It was best not to make things any messier. Sydney deserved better than this. Sydney deserved better than him.
“You’re fired.” Sydney said after a moment, looking away then and walking back behind his desk, not yet taking a seat. Instead, he placed his hands on the varnished wood and leaned forward, suddenly seeming incredibly tired. And too old for his twenty-five years. Cas nodded, though that had been the obvious outcome from the start of all this. They both knew that. He was just saying it because somebody had to. For formality’s sake. “You have twenty minutes to gather up your belongings and evacuate the premises.” Sydney looked back at him then, that glance full of everything that Sydney couldn’t say, everything that Cas already knew. And hated himself for. “Now,” Sydney said at last, lowering himself back into his office chair, face more indifferent than Cas thought possible for everything he’d put him through. In a vain attempt to clean up the mess he’d made, Sydney gathered up whatever papers still littered the desk and put them into a pile. “Kindly get the fuck out of my office.”
In any other situation, he would have said anything if it meant cleaning up this pile of shit he’d just handed Sydney. But this time, nothing seemed good enough. So he said nothing at all, choosing instead to nod once more, turn around, and walk out the door. He was packed up and gone with thirteen minutes to spare.
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A/N: Sorry this took so long to update. Founder\'s Day and Parent\'s Weekend and 125th Anniversary and all sorts of stuff to perform for and be a part of and not write smut during. Oye. Anyway! Fret not, my friends. Chapter Nine is on it\'s way, and it\'s a tad less unfortunate than Chapter Eight. Two more updates to go! Thanks for stickign with me so far! And for all the hits and reviews and stars and such. You guys rock my socks in a box with some lox and a fox and an ox... that talks. Heh.