Office overtime

Office Overtime 2


Tatsumi Seiichirou was well known throughout JuuOhChou for two reasons. One was his special skill of shadow control. The other was his strict control on everything else. As a secretary he knew everything there was to know about in the bureau. He held the depart in in tight grasp, carefully managing their finances to the point of being frugal. His penny-pinching was as famous as his shadows. It was widely speculated that he was the real boss behind the scenes.

True to his nature, he was working late again. He didn’t really have to, but he wanted to get ahead of the paperwork. At least that’s what he tried to tell everyone. Truth be told, there were days like this, when he rather stayed in his office far longer than necessary instead of going home to stare at the walls.

Sometimes it could get lonely.

Even Tatsumi was only another shinigami with a human heart.

But now it was late enough, and he had nothing more to do. Unless he were to rearrange the filing cabinet, and that would be pointless. Besides, he did that last week.

Closing his office door, Tatsumi let out a yawn. Afterlife could get quite boring. Office hours were never dull, thanks to his, erm, eccentric employees. Everyday had its own strostrophes: Yund Snd Saya dropping by to chase Hisoka with a frilly dress and an exited Tsuzuki squealing after them, Terazuma transforming into his shiki and destroying the library in another worthless battle with Tsuzuki, Watari slipping some dubious experiment into the coffee or sprinkling it over pastries, Tsuzuki having a puppy fit over sweets, Hisoka whacking Tsuzuki for being an idiot, Watari and Tsuzuki getting into a food fight dragging a reluctant Hisoka in the middle of it…

Ah, what a peaceful office it would be without them! Namely Tsuzuki, since he was either the aggressor or the cheering participant in most of the commotions. It seemed even Hisoka couldn’t control him. Or maybe he didn’t want to. Yes, that was more likely, Tatsumi pondered. Afterall, it was his childish antics and enthusiasm that made him Tsuzuki. While Hisoka seemed unaffected by the puppy looks, it didn’t take a genius to tell he was just like Tatsumi in that aspect: Tsuzuki’s happiness was effectively his.

Sighing, Tatsumi strode through the hallways. It still hurt, knowing they wtogetogether. Not that he didn’t want that, no, he was actually the one pushing them to each other, but it still left him out of the loop. No chance of pursuing his interest in Tsuzuki anymore, and other romantic prospects were thin. There was always Watari, and he did like the man, but it was too soon for him to even think about it. Plus it seemed like the obvious “odd ones out settling for each other” solution. The whole irony of this was that if it wasn’t for Tsuzuki, he might have gone for Hisoka himself.

What, you find that weird? It’s not really. Hisoka was alike him: punctual, precise and hard working. Reserved and formal too, not to mention their overall serious natures. Then again, that might be just the reason it was Tsuzuki they both loved. They could have watched each other from distance for years, both either too timid to approach or too business-minded to even notice.

Maybe he would consider Watari anyway. He was cheery like Tsuzuki, and definitely able to bring out an unwilling smile on Tatsumi’s face. Maybe. One never knows. He just needed to get this long drawn out affection to Tsuzuki out of his system. For good this time. It was time to let go.

These restless thoughts pounding in his head, Tatsumi almost forgot he’d ordered Tsuzuki to do overtime. His reports were terribly late, and Tatsumi needed that expense file tomorrow to balance the books. So he turned a corner to collect that file and send the slacker home.

He was almost there when he heard the high-pitched wail coming from the room. It sounded like Hisoka, but he wasn’t sure. He had never heard him yell like that before so he couldn’t tell. Before he could acknowledge the source, another high yell alarmed him. That was definitely Hisoka, calling out Tsuzuki… and Tatsumi? What on high heavens was that?

Tatsumi ran the last few steps to the door and opened it so harshly it collided with the wall.

This… was not good.

Tatsumi took a deep breath as his eyes took in the sight. Hisoka was sprawled on the table, breathless and dazed. And very naked. And he had white stains all over his torso. Quickly averting his eyes from that he looked at Tsuzuki. Now that was another mistake. Tsuzuki was almost in a similar state of undress, only his pants pooling around his ankles, his… thing in full arousal and one hand buried between Hisoka’s thighs.

No, no no. He would not look at that. He would not think about that. He…

Damn. He was still looking.

For the first time, Tatsumi stuttered. He had caught them straight in the middle. He had to deal. Something, say something even remotely intelligent, he cursed.

\"TSUZUKI!!! Haven\'t I toou tou to lock the damn door?!!\"

Well, that was something. But it was hardly classified as intelligent.

Then he noticed something. No, not that. He noticed Tsuzuki was wearing glasses. Not just any glasses either, but his spare pair. HIS PAIR! The nerve!

In a second he was in front of Tsuzuki, taking off those spectacles as carefully as he managed to. Hey, glasses are not cheap; he wasn’t about to ruin one pair just because they were on top of a naked and aroused Tsuzuki.

Only setback in his plan was that getting this close he had a perfect view of a pair of amethyst eyes, deep and dark, carrying a hazy look he had never witnessed before. Those enchanting eyes were staring at him, as if looking for something.

“I’m taking these back. You do realise you’ll be punished for taking them without permission,” Tatsumi said. It took all his concentration to speak in his normal tone. Who could blame him?

“Oh I realise. Are you going to do it now or later?” Tsuzuki said in an equal calmness.

That made Tatsumi’s eyebrows lift up. What was this? Tsuzuki was never like this. Tsuzuki wouldn’t say such a thing. Tsuzuki… was different.

Feeling out of place Tatsumi turned to Hisoka. He could be trusted to act normal, couldn’t he? Surely Hisoka would know what had gotten into Tsuzuki, he could save him from this rather embarrassing situation. Right?

“Kurosaki-kun. I came to tell you’re free to leave for the day.” Tatsumi’s voice was still calm, but his eyes were asking a silent question. Hisoka was bright enough to notice, and hopefully give him some explanation.

“Tatsumi…” was all he could say. Now that was strange. Not that he was blushing, that was understandable under the circumstances, but his eyes, they were unfocused. Or rather they were half lidded and clouded. Almost the same as Tsuzuki’s…

“I’m ready for my punishment, but would you first help me here? Hisoka needs to be cleaned up,” Tsuzuki announced as he drew his fingers out and leaned forward. In a slow languid pace he began his “cleaning”.

Tatsumi felt extremely hot. He tried to look away as Tsuzuki let his tongue roll over one spot of come, lingering on it far too long. Then moving to another spot, licking his lips and purring like a cat in front of a cream cup.

“Are you going to help or just watch?” Tsuzuki suddenly asked. When Tatsumi’s only answer was to fidget uncomfortably, he continued: “Really, Tatsumi, this is so good you don’t want to miss it! He won’t mind, won’t you love?” Tsuzuki nodded towards Hisoka, who seemed barely conscious but managed to shift his head slightly. “See? He doesn’t mind,” Tsuzuki smirked and went back to his task.

If there ever was an ultimate erotic sight it had to be this, a determined, seductive Tsuzuki licking come off Hisoka’s shivering skin. As the cleaning progressed, so did the temperature in Tatsumi’s vicinity. When Hisoka mewled with a hoarse voice, Tatsumi was sold. If this were some weird joke, the universe taunting him, he would still take part in it. This was not something any one, dead or not, could pass up.

Meticulously he loosened his tie and discarded it, along with his suit jacket, to a nearby chair. Getting into a potentially messy, hot action didn’t mean he wanted the following dry cleaning bill. Well, at least he didn’t fold it like usual.

Tatsumi felt a bit awkward. Tsuzuki and Hisoka had obviously gone insane, and he was rapidly pulled in that same path. The insanity must be contagious. He could feel it, like a small fever when you barely notice it, just before you carelessly exhaust yourself and fall down in cold sweat. It made him uneasy. He wasn’t even sure he was really welcome, you know the saying “three’s a crowd”, right? Absently, he caught his hand petting one milky white thigh, reaching areas he never thought of touching.

His hand stopped on a wet puddle. Still quite uncertain he was dothisthis all for real, he brought his now stained fingers to his mouth. Tsuzuki was right; it tasted good. Bitter and sweet at the same time. His own was just bitter. Yes, he had tried it, doesn’t everyone, at least once out of curiosity?

Tatsumi shook a bit when he felt two eyes on him. Funny, he never noticed closing his own. Now both of them were watching his taste sampling, and he couldn’t mistake the raw hunger in their eyes. Only Tsuzuki’s was tinged with challenge whereas Hisoka’s with plea.

“So you liked it? You can have the rest,” Tsuzuki offered.

Tatsumi realised halting anymore was a losing game, and he was a sore loser. Chucking his last shreds of decency and wariness he dived to the waiting body, lapping the white nectar away, revealing an equally delightful taste of warm skin, lightly accented by salt. It was absolutely addictive, and the strangled, muffled moans made it all the more irresistible. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

He glanced up to see Tsuzuki devouring Hisoka, biting the neck like a vampire, sporadically smothering his mouth with his. Hisoka was trying hard to stay upright, and what was most surprising to Tatsumi, he seemed to be focusing on him. Him, not his official boyfriend. Wow, the boy truly was attracted to him. That was unexpected.

But since those large green eyes were intent on watching his every move, Tatsumi decided to make the most of it. He kept the eye contact as his mouth moved in lazy circles along the stomach, dipping his tongue into the shallow pit of navel. Now he understood Tsuzuki a little better. It was deeply gratifying to make that pretty little mouth moan and groan and whimper. Or to see the petal lips grazed by a pink tongue in an unaware motion of pleasure. That was an image of innocent seduction if there ever was one.

“Let me get rid of those,” Tsuzuki interrupted their sng ang as he gracefully moved to Tatsumi’s side. His nimble fingers were quick to open the buttons of the shirt, and his mouth was sure to caress the bareness that came to view.

“You like ttoo?too?” Tsuzuki purred as he ghosted his palm over a pert nipple. “Kiss him, he likes that,” he urged. He watched as Tatsumi leaned to kiss his lover’s lips, fascinated as he saw two tongues meeting halfway, gettinstrastrange buzz from the sight. It was oddly beautiful. But then again, mostly anything Hisoka did looked beautiful to him. He wondered if they looked like that when they kissed.

Irrelevant thoughts aside, Tsuzuki had a task at hand. Namely to get rid of Tatsumi’s pants. He tore his gaze away and focused on listening to the wet sloppy sounds of their passionate kisses, and tugged the waistline downward. No, too tight, he had to open the button and zipper. Accomplishing that, he stripped the cloth away and took the time to touch the finely shaped muscles of Tatsumi’s legs. Damn, he was the epitome of alpha male if he ever saw one. Strong and masculine, the scent of power all around him. Physically, he and Hisoka couldn’t be further apart. And he was having them both. What a lucky day, Tsuzuki thought.

Tatsumi and Hisoka were still immersed in their kissing, Hisoka hanging onto his neck and Tatsumi kneading the shivering upper body roughly. Tsuzuki felt tempted to join in their smooch fest, but decided against it. His lips had even better use right in front of him.

Tatsumi began to hum in content when he felt Tsuzuki kissing his way up his leg. A long lick along his inner thigh, and he felt goose bumps rise as the air cooled it off. Then there was warm breath, and he was gently licked to life. Twitch, and he was slowly engulfed into the wet fire of Tsuzuki’s mouth.

With a loud smack he broke the kiss and looked at Tsuzuki. Violet depths looked back at him, and Tatsumi could’ve sworn he’d died again and gone to Heaven.

Hisoka saw the source of their interruption too. To be more precise, he felt it. Every tremor going through Tatsumi, every shaky breath and every nerve ending stimulated.
It was his empathy, and he had finally found a good use to it.

His control over his powers had improved dramatically over the years, and he was in a point where he could shut off almost any feeling from anyone, under normal circumstances. But as his relationship with Tsuzuki deepened, he found out sex was not considered normal. Perhaps it was some interaction between hormones and mind, but being intimate made him lose a vital bit of control. Sometimes, it spun on and on, escalating everything until he was nearly mad with want. In that state he was ready for anything. He was almost scared of it.

Looking at them, feeling all they felt, it was almost enough. Almost. He needed to touch them, to keep him steady and not to fall under the tidal waves of his mind. Their minds. Whichever. Touch was good. It was a paradox: the closer he got the more control he felt. Probably an illusion of control as it was, it was comforting. Skin against skin, it at least let his body know he was a separate entity. Too bad it also made his need even worse.

He stood up and embraced Tatsumi from behind and sunk his teeth to the shoulder. Tsuzuki was right; Tatsumi liked it a bit rough. He squeezed the muscular arms and pressed against the broad back. This wasn’t a bad choice, now he got to nibble all the neck area and relieve a bit of the burning ache in his groin by rubbing against Tatsumi. Witty, even if he said it himself.

Suddenly, Tatsumi yanked his head with one hand to meet his lips and simultaneously grabbed Tsuzuki’s hair to lift him up the floor with the other hand.

“My place. Now,” he growled, and the shadows shifted, enveloping them in dark light. A second later they were unceremoniously dumped into Tatsumi’s western-style double bed. A double? Well, Tatsumi appreciated his sleep more than most, and he preferred the space. The mattress was probably the most expensive item he had.

Wasting no time (time was money, or in this case, pleasure) Tatsumi did what he had wanted for a long time now. Not that, perverts; he kissed Tsuzuki. And it was everything he had dreamed. The taste was sweet, cinnamon and apples, and the skill was on par with every other person he’d ever kissed. But Tsuzuki was not the submissive girl he had experience of, not at all. Tsuzuki answered every move with equal fervour.

Hisoka was busy as well, his attention turned to Tsuzuki. He was nibbling his ear, blowing warm breath on the back and licking the crease. He knew what Tsuzuki liked, and had no problems doing it right. He was rewarded by a hand stroking his lower back, another one of his hot spots. Tsuzuki knew them all by heart, so it wasn’t too difficult to make Hisoka squirm and keep up with his tonsil hockey at the same time.

Tatsumi wasn’t the one to break the kiss. Hele coe could kiss that man for a small eternity it seemed. But Tsuzuki had something else in his mind.

“I think we should pay more attention to this little kitty here,” he said with a wicked grin, and pulled Hisoka to him. ”Got any lube here?”

“I think there’s something of use,” Tatsumi answered. He got up and strode to the toilet. There was always some hand lotion. Why? That’s for Tatsumi to know and the rest of you to ponder.

When he got back the sight of Tsuzuki and Hisoka making out, and being quite zealous about it mesmerized him. As their fervent kissing stopped they were also very vocal. Hisoka was bucking against Tsuzuki’s hand, and Tsuzuki was chuckling with glee with every moan he elicited. Tatsumi was left wondering if he should just enjoy this show or not. His blood was already pumping down hard and his head was feeling a bit dizzy by the lack of it.

It was certainly Tsuzuki’s show. He was the one who started everything, and he seemed to hold all the strings. So it wasn’t unexpected when he was the one to turn to Tatsumi and break his silent reverie.

“You found some. Good. Spread it on, I think you’re quite ready.” Tsuzuki’s eyes sparkled mischievously as he said it, looking over Tatsumi’s arousal in a very obvious way.

Tatsumi did as he was told, not even managing to think exactly why he was asked that. The coolness of the lotion distracted him anyway. He had no idea why his hands were shaking ever so slightly,s nos not like he was a virgin. Well, he never was in a threesome, but that was irrelevant. Actu, ev, everything else seemed irrelevant but the two men in his bed. The small doubts that had crossed his mind in the bathroom vanished like smoke in the air. But he wanted to watch, just for a bit more…

Tsuzuki led Hisoka by his head down his chest, pushing his hungry lips towards his needy member. Hisoka let his lips pay tribute to the gorgeous body on his way, and soon fell on all fours to give a teasing lick to the drop of liquid on the tip. Tsuzuki let out a groan, which could have expressed frustration as well as appreciation. Maybe it was both. They were constantly getting on each other’s nerves anyway, and these situations were no exception.

“So, Tatsumi. Are you going to fuck him or not? He can get impatient you know,” Tsuzuki panted.

If his head weren’t so foggy, he’d be completely shocked by hearing something that vulgar coming from Tsuzuki. As it were, for some odd reason he couldn’t determine, it sounded only right. Also the command, it was what he instinctively thought. Almost like a whisper in his head that told him what to do, an invisible hand leading him on a string. The feeling of full blown fever, hot and cold at the same time, gripping him. And he could swear he never noticed when or how he got to the edge of the bed, or how come he was dragging his tongue around the crack he was fingering. And oh god, when he pushed into that tight young body, he could have had a heart attack and never notice a thing…

Tsuzuki was trying hard not to thrust too far, trying not to hurt Hisoka’s throat. He heard his voice as if coming from far away, demanding more, deeper, and felt his body fall forward until only a breath away from Tatsumi’s. In a drunken stupor he fisted the silky hair of both of his lovers, and pushed a hasty kiss on the lips in front of him. Nothing, nothing had ever felt like this. He was in the middle of a hurricane, watching the havoc and not able to do anything about it. The difference being, he enjoyed it all. A hurricane that left its victims covered in rose petals, refreshed and light-headed.

All he did was for him. Anything, everything. So he would be happy. Would be satisfied. Would stay with him.

Now as his ears caught the whimpers and moans, felt them vibrating through him, he was happy. Finally. Finally he did something right. He knew he was never enough, but this, this could be enough. Maybe, if only…

And then there was a beating rhythm, a man panting into his mouth, tongue slick and persistent, and he was being devoured, consumed by his own need, of his lover, of the bed he was kneeling on.

Thrust, withdraw, push back. His mouth mimicked his hips in synch. A flash of violet eyes, a peek of blonde hair, and he wanted more. Infinitely more. To stay in that heat, to wallow and drown in the waves running through him. He smelled sandalwood and cinnamon, and musk and salt, and he wanted to lick it all away, to mix them on his tongue and make it all more tangible. No, not yet, a thrust, no, it’s still not enough! Not enough!

The hunger in his mind settled a bit. He was finally pacified into a dull extacy. The stiffness in his mouth, the tickle in his throat, the throbbing in his groin, the stretching in his bottom. And it was all so good. So good he simply hummed in delight as another violent shove pushed him so far he gagged. That felt even better in a slightly disturbing way. It wasn’t his pleasure, no, he could only just discern it. And that wasn’t his scream, it wasn’t him who was exploding like a hundred fireworks in a freak accident, it wasn’t him who cried tears of utter joy while rocking back and forth, it wasn’t…

It was.

And it wasn’t.

Swallow. Breathe. Fall over.

Breathe. No, don’t cry. Please… don’t.

No one’s crying. It’s all right. Let’s just hold on.

Yes.

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The night saw nothing. The moon saw nothing. Only the picture on the dressing table saw three figures, obscured by darkness and wrinkled sheets, as they fell beside each other in a tangle of limbs, still holding onto each other like their lifeline. A jumble of hands reached out, wiping moisture off damp skin, caressing a cheek, sliding through hair.

The largest figure was on the side. His hand stayed possessively across the others the whole night. A leg was draped over for good measure by some point in the early morning hours.

The other side was occupied by another dark figure. He was positioned like a mirror image to the other. Only his head was tucked in closer, against the soft neck of another.

The one in the middle, he was unmoving. His handld tld tightly to the others all night, never flinching. In his warm cocoon, he slept sound. For never had his thirst been so thoroughly quenched, his senses so completely swamped, his mind so effectively dulled. It was all quiet.

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